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[narrator] Previously on Lost…

-I think I'm all right.
-I told you I'd take care of you.

-Thanks, Charlie.
-You're quite welcome.

-Listen to me.
-[Kate] Sayid.

We're not alone.

[Jack] Has anyone seen Ethan?

[Michael] Yeah. He took off
to the beach.

-[Jack] Where's Charlie?
-[Locke] He went after Claire.

[Locke] Footprints, three distinct sets,
all over the place.

I think they've been taken.

Claire.

All they wanted was Claire.

[Michael] Walt!

Walt!

[birds chirping]

Walt!

Walt!

Michael. Have you seen Claire's bags?

-You seen my son?
-You seen her bags?

-Claire's?
-Her luggage.

It's not here. No one knows
what's happened to it.

Uh, sorry, man, I don't know.
I'm just looking for Walt.

Oh. Got it. Sorry. I-- I've not seen him.

Hey, Jack. You seen my boy
when you were out there?

No. He was at the caves.

Yeah, he took his dog for a walk.
Told him to stay close as usual.

Did you listen to your old man
when you were ten?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I listened. Maybe a little too well.

Yo, dudes, got a new tourney lined up.

We're playing for the last
of deodorant sticks.

You dawgs up for some golf?

I gotta go find my kid.

Hey, if Walt shows up,

you tell him I said stay right here
until I get back.

You got it.

-Walt!
-He seems to hate it, doesn't he?

-What?
-Walt!

Being a dad.

No, it's just a lot of hard work.

Walt?

Walt!

[Hurley] Nah, he hates it.

Walt?

Walt?

Walt!

[Michael] This is the one.

This is definitely my baby's crib.

Uh-huh.

-Beautiful.
-[Michael chuckles]

It'll look great in the, uh,
alley we'll be living in.

This is three months' rent.

What? It's not three…

Don't you want the best for this kid?

I know you're excited,
but, Michael, we can't afford this.

Our baby in this crib.
Come on. That's a happy kid.

[laughing]

Hey, I talked to Andy.
He said he can throw some work my way.

Construction? What about your art?

No, no, no. I'm not giving it up.

I'm just going to take a break
until you finish law school,

pass the bar, get hired by some fancy-ass,
high-paying law firm.

[Susan giggles]

-Somebody's got it all figured.
-[laughing]

Yeah, I'll get back
to painting eventually.

Meanwhile, you can support me and Walt

in the manner to which
we'll soon become accustomed.

"Walt," huh?

I'd like to do that, you know?
Name him after my dad.

Walter.

Walter Lloyd.

"Lloyd"?

Oh, all right.
That's why you won't marry me.

It's not that you think marriage
is too prosaic,

you just want him to have your last name.

You want me to agree to "Walter," or what?

[birds chirping]

-Man, I suck.
-You can do better than that.

You might wanna take it easy.

See this knot, Walt?

I want you to aim for it. Right here.

Focus on it. All right?

Picture it in your mind's eye.

You know what that is?
The mind's eye?

Like a picture in your head or--

That's right. Now do it again, but see it.

See it before you do it.

Visualize the path. See it.

See it.

-Whoa.
-Yes!

I knew you had it in you, Walt.

It was weird.

I actually saw it,
in my mind or something, like it was real.

-Who's to say it wasn't?
-[Michael] Hey!

What the hell is going on?

Gimme that.

-But I--
-Take Vincent and go back to camp.

-But Mr. Locke--
-Now, little man.

-You gave my boy a knife?
-You should have seen what--

Don't tell me
what I should have seen!

If we were back home,
I'd call the police on your ass!

Encouraging a kid to sneak away
from his parent?

-Giving him a knife like this?
-Walt knows his own mind.

Hey, don't talk about my son
like you know him!

You really need to calm down.

You keep playing my son against me,
and I'm going to have a…

[grunting]

The man said "calm down."

[grunting]

-What are you, his attack dog?
-E-Easy, easy.

You're the one waving the knife around.

He was trying to make sure
nobody got hurt.

Michael, I know it's been difficult
to bond with your son.

You know why he's formed
an attachment to me?

I treat him like an adult.
You treat him like a boy.

He's ten years old.

He's been through more than most people
in their lifetimes.

You haven't spent enough time with him
to see it, but he's different.

-What did you say?
-And we're not back home, Michael.

As long as we're here,

I think Walt should be allowed
to realize his potential.

You stay away from my son.

And me.

[music box playing lullaby]

[Michael] You're not taking him.
You're not taking my son.

You can go if you want to,
but Walt stays with me.

-I'm trying to have a discussion with you.
-You're not.

You're talking about going to Amsterdam.

Just you and him.
How is that a discussion?

It's an offer, Michael.
and that's where the job is.

You said you were happy…

What, what about the legal clinic
being a good fit? You, you said that.

This is a huge opportunity.

You know I've always
wanted to do international law.

Am I supposed to be happy for you
over here? For your huge opportunity?

[Walt cooing]

We've talked about taking some time apart.

Look, babe, I thought that was--

Hey, we said a-- A lot of things.

You said you wanted to live on a boat.

I still love you.

You know, I do, but, I--

Michael, we've been through so much
in such a short time.

-Things…
-Babe, we got problems, right?

That's what people have.
You wanna go to counseling?

I'm down with that. Let's go. Right?

Oh, man.

You already took it, didn't you?

The job.

Yeah, I did.

You haven't worked in months.

Construction slows in the winter.
I already told you that.

I can provide for him.
I'll give him everything he needs.

Except for his dad.
He's not going with you, so, no!

-You wanna argue with me about this?
-Hell yes!

There are laws against this.

We're not married, Michael.
I'm his mother, and I'm steadily employed.

Who do you think
the court's gonna side with?

[Walt cooing]

This is not goodbye forever.

I just…

I need some time.

[Sun] Are you all right?

No, I'm okay. Thanks.

I don't know how to talk to him.

How to get him to…

You know, understand I'm on his side.

Locke says I should
stop treating him like a child.

I missed his whole childhood, so…

It just can't happen.

[Sun] What?

He can't grow up here.

He can't grow up in this place.

Once I realized these equations
were coordinates, latitude and longitude,

I assumed the French woman was trying
to determine the location of the Island.

But it was incomplete,
her notations fragmented.

-Except for the fish song.
-Mm-hmm.

-The what?
-But when I laid the pages down like this,

I realized it wasn't showing
the location of the island.

I think it's a location on the island.
Specifically, here.

So where are we?
In relation to the triangle?

Well, the map is hardly at scale,
so I don't know.

We're not even sure
it's a map of this island, are we?

We're not, no.

But this may be the transmitter
sending out the distress call.

And its power source.

[Michael] What are we talking about
doing now?

Looking for another excuse to get killed
by whatever lives in the jungle?

We can't keep doing this.

Building water filtration systems?
Playing golf?

Making a sweet little home here?
We need to get off this island.

You think any of us wanna be here?

No, but I don't think
anyone wants to get off

as much as I do right now.

So, are you suggesting something?

Yeah. We build a raft.

A raft?

Look, don't say it like that.
We need a little optimism here.

And we've got to do something 'cause,
let's be honest, no one's coming.

Those seats we took off the fuselage,
they float.

And we got an ax.
And a whole bunch of trees, bamboo.

[scoffs] We can do this.

The chances of surviving the rough waters?
The odds of finding a shipping lane?

And I get really sea-sick.

You know what? Great. Stay here.

Grow old. Good luck to you,
I'm doing this.

My son and I are leaving.

Anybody that wants to help us build,
God bless you.

[speaking in Spanish]

[Michael] Hey, Walt.

Hey, come on.
I need your help with something.

I'm doing stuff.

You're reading a comic book in Spanish
and you don't read Spanish.

I like the pictures.

You like the art, huh?

I guess so.

You know, when I was your age,
I don't know, maybe a little older,

I used to trace comic books.

I taught myself about perspective.
You know what that is?

Perspective?

-Hey.
-I said, I need your help. Let's go.

Why do I have to come?

I've seen what happens
when I don't keep an eye on you.

Let me talk to him.

[Susan] He's 21 months old.
He can't talk.

I'll do all the talking.
I want him to hear my voice.

-I miss him.
-Let me call you back, okay?

-This isn't a good time.
-[man] We gotta go?

-[Susan] It's Michael.
-[man] Honey.

-[Susan] I'm getting off.
-Who's that?

Let's talk tomorrow. I'll call you.

What the hell is going on?

[Susan] Michael, listen.

I've been seeing someone.

What?

Who?

-Does it make any difference?
-Who is it?

Brian Porter.

-The guy who hired you?
-It wasn't like that before.

So when you said you needed time
to think about us, you were just lying?

-No! I did, and I realized--
-No, I'm coming to Amsterdam.

-Michael don't. It's over between us.
-I'm not coming for you!

I'm coming for Walt!
I'm getting my son back!

[honking]

[woman screams]

-[man 1] Call an ambulance!
-[man 2] Help him.

-[people chattering]
-[siren wailing]

Charlie?

Hey.

These are Claire's things.
Who brought them here?

I did. Why? What are you doing?

I can't find it. I don't know where it is.

-What?
-Claire's diary.

She kept her diary in this side pocket.
I know because I saw her put it in there.

Someone's taken it.

[Walt] What are we looking for again?

[sighs] Any long piece of metal
or plastic tubing.

Anything that looks like a,
it would work as a frame.

-A frame for what?
-You'll see soon enough.

Hey, separate the cushions,
the plastic, the tarp.

Put everything you find in different piles
so we can take stock.

Am I being punished?

You think working with your old man
is punishment?

No, man.

This is us taking control of our destiny.

Feels like punishment.

Sawyer.

Hey, Sawyer.

You know, I could just go inside…

Trick or treat.

-So, what are you two selling today?
-Where's Claire's diary?

Someone took it from her bag.

Oh, I get it.

Something goes missing

and right away you figure
it's gotta be me that took it.

Do you have the diary or not?

-You mean this one?
-Give it to me.

Now, I'm not sure that's the best idea.

Maybe Missy Claire
don't want you reading it.

I wasn't gonna read it.

You're not curious
what she wrote about you?

You bastard. Did you read it?

Good literature's
kinda scarce around here.

-He read it!
-Just give it to us.

"Dear Diary,
I'm getting really freaked out

by that has-been pop star."

-"I think he's stalking me."
-Sawyer!

"Diary, the little limey runt
just won't let up."

Ow!

[groans]

-You hit like a ponce.
-Oh, yeah?

All right, enough.

[breathing heavily]

You didn't really read it, did you?

I just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

[crickets chirping]

[indistinct conversation in the distance]

Um, I'm gonna get some water.

Yeah, okay.

Would you bring me some?

Please?

Please and thank you.
We gotta work on that.

Boone.

Hi. So you guys just gonna keep
coming back without any food?

-Hey, I'm serious.
-Uh-huh.

What's going on with you?

Could you be acting any weirder?

Shannon, you've been a functioning bulimic
since junior high.

I thought you'd be excited
about dropping a size or two.

Well, since you're not having any luck
with hunting,

maybe you should help Michael.
He's building a raft.

I was thinking I would help him out,
maybe finally get the hell out of here.

Why don't you help me?

No, thanks.

Your father doesn't want us
spending time together.

He's not the boss of me.

But he's your father.

And he cares about you.
And you need to show him respect.

I'm serious, Walt.
You're not to come to me anymore.

Damn it! What is wrong with you?

-I was coming to see you--
-I told you to stay away from my son!

-He didn't--
-I don't want to hear from you.

I was just giving him this pencil
to give to you,

I thought you could use it.

Consider it a, a peace offering.

If I catch you with my son again,
I'll kill you.

-You're a jerk.
-What did you say to me?

He didn't do anything wrong.
He's my friend.

He's not your friend anymore.
I'm looking out for you.

You don't care about me.
You never did.

-What?
-You only showed up after my Mom died.

Where were you when I was growing up, huh?
Nowhere.

Listen, Walt. It's complicated.

I don't even care. You're not my father.

You wanna hate me?

You want to punish me
for something I can't change, fine?

But you will listen to me.

Now, you get over there,

and you stay there.

Now!

Ooh, that's really wonderful.

Oh, thanks.

For my son. He's gonna be two next week.

Yeah? I didn't know you have a kid.

Yeah. Yeah.

He lives in Amsterdam with his mom.

Ever get to visit him?

No. No, not yet.

I had a little, you know,
run-in with a car.

I never know what to write.

How about a joke?

I don't know. What kinda joke?

How about "What's black,
white and red all over?"

-Yeah, a newspaper, right?
-"A penguin with a sunburn."

[chuckles]

-That's really dumb.
-[both laughing]

Mother of four talking here.
He'll get a kick out of it.

[Susan] Hello, Michael.

Susan?

Finally called Andy when I hadn't heard
from you in over two months.

I heard about your accident
from him.

You should've called me.

Yeah, well, considering
how our last conversation went…

I'm so sorry about that.

-Hey, did you bring Walt?
-No, no. He's at home.

Home.

With Brian?

What are you doing here, anyway?

I came to see you.

So I look pretty good, huh?

[chuckles] Not that bad.

Nurses say you're expected
to make a full recovery.

Yeah, after a year of physical therapy.

A year.

-I'm covering all your medical costs.
-What?

I've already spoken
to the hospital administrator,

and all your bills
are coming directly to me.

What is this about?

Brian and I are getting married.

How nice for--

No, you don't have to say anything,
just listen.

We're moving to Italy
at the end of the month.

Brian's taking over the firm's
Rome offices.

Sounds like Brian's on a roll.

And he wants to adopt Walt.

[sighs] I know, I-- I know this is hard,
but just think about it.

You're kidding me, right?

Consider what's best for Walt.

You can keep holding on if you want.

But ask yourself why you're doing that.

Is it really for him?

Or is it for you?

Uh, dude, your kid's gone.

What?

He just grabbed the dog and took off.

I know where he's gone.

[birds chirping]

[Michael] Locke!

-Where the hell is he?
-What?

I'm not in the mood for your games, man.

-Where's Walt?
-Walt's not here, Michael.

-Don't lie to me.
-He's not here. Look around.

I'm not talking to you.

I told him this morning
that he couldn't be around me anymore.

I'm trying to respect your wishes.

Well, then if he's not--

Let's go find your boy.

Thanks.

You really didn't have to help, you know.

I could've managed.

I've had my share of manly encounters.

I just thought you could use the company.

You okay?

Yeah.

It's weird.

I barely knew her.
Barely know her, Claire.

She's been missing over a week, and…

every day she's gone, it feels like…

bits of me are crumbling, or something.

I think it's right
that you should keep her stuff safe,

until she gets back.

Yeah.

[crickets chirping]

Come on, Vincent.

[growls]

[barks]

[branches rustling]

[Vincent barking]

[barking]

Vincent! Cut it out!

Cut it out, Vincent! What's wrong?

Vincent!

Vincent!

Vincent!

[Susan] You should have seen him
trying to weasel his way out.

anything not to let the case go forward.

He was arguing it wasn't his jurisdiction.

-[Brian] You're kidding me.
-[Susan] I wish I was.

Same argument, third time in a row.

Barclay said it was an immigration issue.

[Brian] Barkley, that's classic.

He thinks 'cause I'm new to Australian law
that I'm some kind of yokel or something.

Hey. Hello?

Homework.

-I told you I need help.
-He needs help.

I'm a lawyer, sweetheart,
I can tell when someone's stalling.

Who cares about
birds of Australia, anyway?

We're in Australia.

-You okay?
-I think I'm feeling kind of fluey.

Shouldn't we be studying
birds of Egypt or something?

You haven't been sleeping much.
You need to take a personal day.

I picked the Bronze Cuckoo.

-It's funny, wanna see?
-What about Barclay?

I mean, it doesn't look funny,
just the name.

Sleeping in late?

-That's too much of a fantasy.
-Brian, look.

Look!

You're not looking.

You're not looking!

-[wings fluttering]
-[window thuds]

Oh, my God!

Is it dead?

Yeah.

Poor guy.

Vincent!

Vincent!

[rustling]

[growling]

[snarling and snorting]

[knocking]

Michael Dawson?

Yeah. Can I help you?

Yeah. I'm Brian Porter.

Susan's Brian?

Yeah.

Can I come in?

I… I need to talk to you.

Susan know you're here, man?

Susan died yesterday.

Please?

Um…

She, uh…

[coughs] Turns out
she had a-- A blood disorder.

She was only sick for about a week.

I didn't know, I, uh…

I hadn't talked to her in awhile…
Sit down.

And Walt?

-How is he, uh--
-He's fine, he's uh…

He's back home with his nanny.

-What?
-I mean, he's fine…

I mean, considering… You know.

You left him home?
After he just lost his mother?

Before she died, S-Susan,

she told me she wanted you
to have custody of Walter.

She what?

Well, I think she just thought--

I mean, since you're his father--

I haven't been his father in nine years.

Yeah, well, that's kinda the thing, see?

Look, I loved Susan very much.

And I, I was honest with her
from the beginning,

but she-- She wouldn't hear it.

-Hear what?
-That I…

I didn't want to be a father.
I-- I just don't know how.

What are you talking about?
You adopted him.

Yes, yes, I did, because she wanted that,

and I wanted her, and…

Look… [clears throat]

These are two tickets,
it's one round trip,

the other one-way, Sydney to New York.

The envelope has money in it
for travel expenses.

She didn't tell you
she wanted me to have custody.

-This is your idea.
-I'm a wreck right now.

-Understand?
-I'm supposed to give a damn?

I lost the woman I love, alright?

-And I can't be his father--
-You son-of-a-bitch!

What are you talking about?
You're the only father he knows!

-It's more than that.
-What?

There's something about him!

What the hell are you talking about?

Sometimes when he's around, things happen.

He's different somehow.

[Michael] Over here!

-What the hell would…
-[Walt] Help, please! Help!

-Walt?
-This way.

Walt!

Walt!

Walt should be home from school
any minute.

Mr. Porter asked me to give you that.

Some of Susan's effects.

Oh, thanks.

There's something else.

What's that?

Something I think Walt should have.

Excuse me.

[Vincent barking]

-[sighs]
-[nanny] Walt?

[Walt] Yeah?

There's somebody here to see you.

[roaring]

[Walt] Dad! Help!

-Dad!
-Walt!

-Dad, help! Please!
-[roaring]

-Help!
-Hey, Walt!

[Locke] Shh-shh!

[roaring]

Dad!

Come on. Up here. Michael!

Dad!

Dad.

Hey, Walt.

Who are you?

I'm, uh…

I'm your father.

Hey…

Um…

I want you to know…

Listen, I can't explain how sorry I am…

about your mom.

You should know that we, uh…

Hey, we loved each other very much
when we had you.

Where's Brian?

Brian's not here.

I come to bring you home with me.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Look, Walt, can I…

Uh…

I know this is really hard to understand.
All of this.

See, Brian…

Brian loves you very much.

And he wants you to stay with him,
but it's not his choice.

It's mine.

I'm your legal guardian.

And, uh, it's not like
he's gonna disappear from your life.

He'll still call you, write to you,

come to see you whenever he can.

And you know, you'll still have your dog.

But Vincent isn't mine.

He's Brian's.

Brian said you could have him.

[roaring]

Dad.

-[Michael] Hey, Walt!
-Dad! Dad!

-Where are you, Dad?
-[Michael] Hang on!

Oy!

Okay. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

[snarling]

Walt, just hang in there, okay?

I'm coming, man.

-Dad!
-Walt!

Throw him the knife.

Walt.

If he comes near you, use it!

[Locke] Michael?

Stay there, buddy!

[yowling]

-Come here.
-Dad!

-Okay. You okay?
-Yeah.

-Yeah. Yeah.
-Are you okay? All right.

Whatever you do, you hold onto this tight.
You got me?

-Yeah. What about you?
-Tight!

Don't worry about me.
I'll be right behind you, okay?

So hold on.

OK, Locke, now!

Pull.

[Michael] Pull him, Locke.

[roaring]

[grunting]

[roaring]

[howls]

[yelping]

[Michael groans]

[Michael] Come here.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry…

No, no, no, it's-- It's okay.

We're okay.

I'm just glad you're safe.

But Vincent, he ran off again.

He found his way back to you once, Walt.

[breathing heavily]

He will again.

[chuckles]

[crickets chirping]

Hey.

I got a present for you.

Since you like to look at pictures.

-What's this?
-Well…

Every card, every letter I sent you
over the last eight years.

-You wrote me?
-Mm-hmm.

I never saw these.

Did my mom have these?

Why didn't she give 'em to me?

I don't know.

But she didn't throw them away,

which means somewhere inside,
she wanted you to have 'em.

So, you drew these?

Just for you.

This one…

I did for your second birthday.

[Walt chuckles]

A penguin with a sunburn?

-That's dumb.
-Yeah, I know.

That's what I said.

Jack!

Sayid.

You have to hear this.

-What is that?
-It's Claire's, her diary.

-You're reading her diary?
-Yeah, I know, I'm bloody scum.

Just listen to this.

"I had that weird dream again,

the one with the black rock
I can't get away from."

"I try to leave it but it won't let me."

-Black rock?
-They're just dreams, Charlie.

No, Sayid mentioned the black rock before.

The French woman said something about
her team returning from the Black Rock.

The triangle on the map.

Maybe it's the triangle on the map?

Maybe it's where Claire was taken.
Maybe she's there?

Maybe.

Charlie, we all want to find Claire.

But there's no sense going out
into the jungle in the night.

[whistling]

I don't think
that whistle's working, John.

You can't hear everything, Boone.

The sooner you learn that, the better.

[rustling]

Well, I heard that.

[Boone] Vincent.

Vincent, is that you?

Vincent.

[panting]

[Locke] Claire?

[theme music playing]