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[narrator] Previously on Lost…

[Jack] Has anyone seen Ethan?

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

Looks like there might
have been a struggle.

I think they've been taken.

[groaning, grunting]

[grunts]

If you do not stop following me,

I will kill one of them.

[grunts]

-[man 1] Over here!
-[man 2] Jack!

[man 3] Where's Jack?

-[man 3] We need the doctor.
-[man 4] He's right there.

-[man 4] There.
-[man 5] Find someone!

[Charlie] What happened?

-[woman] Jack.
-Doctor!

-Claire!
-Is she alive?

-What happened?
-Is she all right?

Is she okay?

-[Jack] Where'd you find her?
-A mile north, looking for the dog.

-Was she conscious?
-She collapsed in my arms.

-Did she say anything?
-Charlie, man! Is she injured?

[Walt] Is she all right?

Everybody needs to back off, okay?
Just give her some air.

Claire. Can you hear me?

Wake up now. Hey. Claire.

Claire. Wake up now.

-Hey.
-[screaming]

[Jack] It's okay. Claire!

Hey, it's okay.

-It's okay.
-Claire.

Okay. You're safe.

Who are you?

[Claire sobbing]

Who are you?

Who are you people?

[insects chirping]

[Claire] I-I don't understand.

I don't know any Ethan. Um…

I… I don't-- I don't remember.

I don't remember any of you.

I don't remember any of this.

What do you remember?

Um… I-- I was on a plane…

um, flying to L.A. from Sydney.

Claire…

We were all on that plane.

It crashed here, on this island.

That was almost a month ago.

No! I'm-- I'm due…

Your baby's fine. He's kicking.

Everything's normal. Okay?

Well, if it's been a month,
then why hasn't somebody come to get us?

[in Korean] What do you think is going on?

I don't know.

Is she all right? The girl?

Yes, I think so.

And the baby?

I'm sure the baby is fine.

You think she escaped?

You were right beside me, Boone.
You know as much as I do.

But where'd she come from?

I mean, we were out pretty deep.

Nothing's out there.

She didn't say anything about Ethan?

Apparently,
she doesn't even remember Ethan.

The guy pretends to be one of us,

he drags her into the jungle
for almost two weeks.

She doesn't remember him?

Apparently.

You think he's around?

I sure hope not.

[Charlie] Claire. Here's your journal.

It might help.

And this is where you sleep.
It's quite cozy, isn't it?

When he, Ethan…

when he took you away, he took me too.

The others came after us.

They got me back. But you…

You were gone.

Who is he? Ethan?

Ethan…

Ethan's the bad guy.

So we were together when…

Yeah.

Well, why did he leave you?

Why don't we leave that
lovely story for the morning?

You've had enough for one day.

No, I won't be sleeping.

Oh… lucky for me.

Not much of a sleeper myself.

Finally, I'll have
someone to stay up with.

We're… We're friends?

Yeah. Yeah, we're friends.

[sniffing]

[Tommy] How's that feel, mate?

-Sodding fantastic.
-Good, 'cause we're almost out.

[Charlie] But we're not out yet?
Carpe diem, my friend.

Look, save your French for someone
who appreciates it.

Latin, Tommy. It's Latin.

Well, is it Latin for
"I've got a pile of money

so we can score vast quantities
of illicit substances"?

-No.
-I suppose you ought to clean up then.

It's time to put you to work.

[rock music plays]

[Tommy] Ms. Lucy Heatherton, 22
and ripe in, oh, so many wonderful ways.

Just graduated from Oxford,

lives in Knightsbridge with dear old dad,
Mr. Francis Price Heatherton,

who, my friend, is bloody loaded.

How you amass this information
never ceases to amaze me.

Ready to fall in love, Mr. Charlie Pace
of the legendary rock band Drive Shaft?

Absolutely.

Oh! Seriously, ladies, I demand
you stop buying me more drinks.

I'm a man of high moral standing.

Your obvious plan to take me home
and ravage me will not work.

Saucy sirens.

I believe in monogamy.
I will not be shared like a common curry.

-Are we that obvious?
-Dreadfully.

Call yourself ladies.
Jane Austen would be ashamed.

[Charlie] I personally feel misunderstood.
I'm sensitive.

The girl is pregnant. Very pregnant.

Are we to believe
that she escaped from him?

-What're you getting at?
-Ethan infiltrated us.

Whoever he is and wherever
he comes from, he's intelligent.

-Who's to say he didn't send Claire?
-You're off your head, mate.

Charlie. Calm down.
That's a stretch, Sayid.

Then tell me, Doctor, how many times
have you diagnosed actual amnesia?

-And such a selective brand of it?
-[Jack] Okay. It's rare.

But she's been through a trauma.

It is possible that her memory
reset to the crash.

And the chances of that memory returning?

-I don't know.
-[Charlie] You know what? You boys

talk about Claire all you want.
I'm actually gonna spend time with her.

I get the impression
she might be a tad upset.

[Charlie] Oi, Jin.
You heading back to the caves?

[both greeting in Korean]

Safety in numbers, right?

Of course, you have no idea
what I'm talking about.

How nice it must be
to not be involved in the bloody insanity

that surrounds us at every turn.

It's quite beautiful really.

You take care of your wife.

Everything else is someone else's problem.

No need to be involved in
the decision-making process.

No tree-shaking behemoths,
French transmissions.

Just sweet bloody ignorance.

You don't know how lucky you are,
you know.

Must be nice. You wake up and…

[whooshing]

[Charlie] What?

[whooshing increases in speed]

[grunts]

[birds crying]

Charlie, I want her back.

-What? I--
-I want you to bring her back.

What did you do to her?

What did you do?

[choking]

You bring her here.

If you don't, I'm going
to kill one of them.

Then if you don't bring her back
before sundown tomorrow,

I'll kill another.

And another.

And another.

One every day.

And, Charlie,

I'll kill you last.

[coughing]

[grunting]

What do we do?

-We go out and we kill him!
-Calm down.

We don't want the others to get upset.

-Forget them. He's out there now.
-I think he's right.

The man threatens to kill one of us
unless we bring him Claire,

we just wait for that to happen?

We tracked him once before.
We can track him again.

You've forgotten how that turned out.
He bested you. Physically.

He hung you from a tree.

Running into the jungle
is not gonna get it done.

-So, what does get it done?
-We circle the wagons.

Tell a select few about this threat,

we post them as sentries here
and at the caves.

"Tell a select few"?

He does what he says he's gonna do,
and that blood's on our hands.

Okay, Jack, we tell everyone.

But you wanna protect them,
you need to start thinking defense.

We move everybody off the beach
back up into the caves.

What if Ethan isn't alone?

What if he delivered his threat
so we would gather

like sheep to the slaughter

in a confined space where they could
roll in and take us all in one fell swoop?

Okay, John.

I mean, obviously you have a plan,
so let's hear it.

[in Korean] What do you think is going on?

What's going on?

How would I know?

-Maybe the others understand--
-The others?

I was attacked
because of what they have done.

[Claire] The others are avoiding me.

Sorry?

No one will talk to me.

You know, it just feels
like something's going on.

Anything coming back?

After the crash, no.

Some of this stuff
is probably better forgotten anyway.

Wow. I don't know about you,

but the rest of us been
having a wonderful time.

We even built a golf course.

You sure there's nothing going on?

Absolutely.

Okay.

[door opening]

You're quite enamored of yourself,
aren't you?

Now, Lucy, I know it's our first date,
and you need to appear demure,

but if you want to invite me for sex,

don't say "tea," say "sex."

-Do you want tea or not?
-I'd love some.

Brilliant.

So where is the old man?

[Lucy] I don't know.

I think he's buying
some paper company up in Slough.

Oh, yeah?

You two get on?

[Lucy] Dad's quite cool, actually.
He was rather proud when I told him

I was going on a date
with a bona fide rock star.

It was Winston Churchill's.

Dad collects all sorts of rubbish
from the great leaders of the Empire.

-Hey, you should meet him.
-Winston? No, thanks.

-I heard he's quite moldy.
-My father.

He's coming back tomorrow.
You should come around for dinner.

I'd love to.

Excellent.

[metal scraping]

You look hungry.

Thanks.

Locke told us what happened.

Why do you think he wants her back?

I don't know.

Maybe it's time you used that key
you've been wearing around your neck.

Four nine millimeters in the case…

Uh-uh. No.

I hand them out,

someone hears something
in the jungle, gets scared…

Chances of us shooting each other
are higher than of us shooting him.

We're beyond sharpening knives.

I'm not putting guns in untrained hands.

Trip it.

Not bad.

Four of these around the perimeter
will do the job.

I have fires prepared
at 20-meter intervals.

Excellent.

Some have volunteered for sentry duty.
I'm gonna put them on rotating shifts.

I'll take a shift.

Okay.

We're counting on you, Boone.

-Maybe we should move her.
-She's safer here.

What about the mountain?
There could be another cave?

-She's safer here, Charlie.
-Nobody's safe!

Hey.

It's my fault he took her.
I was responsible.

-I-I should've taken care of her.
-Charlie.

Nothing's gonna happen to her. Okay?

Yeah. Okay.

[Heatherton] Charlie, I think
my daughter would agree that

you are the most impressive person
who's ever had dinner with us.

-My condolences, sir.
-[giggles]

I don't know if Lucy mentioned it to you,
but I was in a band once myself, you know.

Oh!

They were called
The Protestant Reformation.

Yes. Ouch! Dreadful, huh?

You gave it up, then?

Well, I was married, Lucy was on the way.

Her mum, God rest her soul,
wanted me to keep trying,

but I always wanted to be more practical.

Responsible, I guess.

You know, a man has to provide,
take care of his family.

A man has to think about the future.

And, of course,
your band was bloody awful.

Yes, there was that too. Small detail.

So, are you working
on a new album, Charlie?

We're in a bit of a hiatus right now.

Liam, my brother, just had a daughter.

So, you know, we're taking some time off.

Quite a lot of time off actually.
It's been a year since we were together.

I'm thinking of doing a solo project.

Liam and I don't exactly keep in touch,

and there's been some problems with…

royalties.

The fact of the matter is, sir, uh,

I think that Drive Shaft

might be dead.

-[Tommy] You took a sodding what?
-A job, Tom.

A job? Doing what?

-Selling copiers.
-You took a job selling copiers?

-I like her.
-She's a moose.

-Don't say that.
-Are you off your bleeding chump, man!

I've been getting you off on my scag
for over a week now, on spec.

-Spec means "speculation."
-Yes, I know what speculation--

In this case,

the speculation that
you'll execute your end of the plan

-and steal something of value…
-Shh.

…which I can in turn, sell.

By the time the poor helpless bird
realizes it's missing,

it never even occurs to her that
rock star Charlie bloody Pace

could be responsible for such larceny,
and the bloody party continues.

Look, I…

I don't think Liam's coming back.

-I have to think about my future.
-Your future?

-Yeah.
-Really?

-Yes.
-When do you start this job?

-Monday.
-Well, today's Friday, isn't it?

A full weekend without a fix.
Monday should be bloody wonderful.

Let's see how the future
treats you then, eh, Charlie?

[sighs]

[crashing]

[rustling]

[grunts]

-[man] Over here.
-[barking]

[Locke] The tree line.
Something tripped the alarm.

I think we found another missing castaway.

[woman screaming]

-[Locke] What happened?
-[Sayid] Is he alive?

-Oh, God.
-How did he get past us?

[Hurley] I thought those guys
had the full-on perimeter set up.

Locke said it didn't matter.

He came in from the water.

You sure it wasn't an accident?

I mean, maybe the guy
just drowned or something.

[Kate] His neck was broken, both his arms.
All the bones in his fingers.

Yeah. OK. Got it.

Guess old Steve drew the short straw.

Dude, that was Scott.

[Hurley] Scott Jackson worked
for an Internet company in Santa Cruz.

He won a sales prize.

Two-week Australian vacation,
all expenses paid.

He was a good guy.

I'm sorry I kept calling you Steve, man.

-Um… Amen, I guess.
-[all] Amen.

I don't know how to end these.

Hi. Um…

Why is everyone staring at me?

-I'm not staring at you.
-What's your name?

-Shannon.
-Shannon, you're staring.

-You mean nobody's told you?
-Told me what?

Why? Why did you lie to me?

-Okay, look…
-Yeah, what else didn't you tell me?

[sighs] I just thought with your memory
there wasn't anything you could do.

Nothing I could do?

Why would you keep me
in the dark, Charlie?

I'm already in the dark.

Sorry. I just wanted to take care of you.

I can take care of myself.

[Lucy] Look at you.
Charlie Pace, respectable businessman.

You didn't have to buy me this suit, Lucy.

Mm-hmm. What did you intend
on wearing for your first day at work?

I have shirts with buttons.

-You okay?
-Yeah, just nervous.

Don't be. Dad's put the fix in.

He's already demanded they buy
two copiers to boost your confidence.

Ah!

-[Lucy] Have you memorized the manual?
-Backwards and forwards.

Say something impressive.

[clears throat] Uh…

The Heatherton C815 Copy Center's
leading scan offerings

combine the benefits of document capture

with instant delivery anywhere, anytime.

-Anywhere?
-Anytime, baby.

You've been on stage in front
of thousands of screaming fans.

This is just some men who want
to buy a silly copy machine.

You're gonna do great. I believe in you.

Oh! I almost forgot. Wait here.

Okay.

All right, now, I know you'll protest,

but you simply can't be respected
unless you have one of these.

Oh, Lucy.

You're welcome.

Okay, well…

I'm gonna be late. The bus…

The bus? Are you daft?

-I'm driving you.
-Oh, no, Lucy. I'd rather you didn't.

No arguments.
You have everything you need?

-Yeah.
-Then let's get you to work.

[door opens]

John.

Wanna take a walk?

[Jack] What do you think what happens
after the sun sets tonight?

Well, if we don't bring Claire to him?
Rhetorical, Jack.

Same thing happens tonight
as happened last night.

-You think you can track him?
-What, I'm sorry?

We know where he attacked Jin and Charlie.

Do you think you could pick up the trail?

-Maybe, but I wouldn't.
-Wouldn't?

Jack, I'm not a cold man.

I feel for the loss of one of our own.

But nothing fundamental's changed.

Whoever he is, wherever he comes from,
we're on Ethan's turf.

He has the advantage.

To him, we're nothing more than a bunch
of scared idiots with sharp sticks.

What if I told you that
I had a way to get the advantage back?

Then I would ask,
"What way might that be, Jack?"

Why, Doctor, you've been
holding out on us.

I'm guessing you know
how to handle one of these.

Are you insane?

-It's the best chance we have, Charlie.
-No bloody way.

If you want to capture Ethan,
we have to ensnare him.

And the only way to do it
is by giving him what he wants.

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

This guy, he will kill all of you.

-You-- You can't protect yourself--
-Charlie! I can talk for myself.

Claire. They want to use you as bait.

I don't remember Ethan.

I don't remember what he did to me.

But if I can help stop him from hurting
anyone else, I have to do that.

I'm coming with you.
You said there were four guns.

You ever fire a weapon, Charlie?

All right, we should do this.

[Jack] Let's figure out a game plan.
All right, Sayid, soldier.

Locke, you're the hunter.

[Charlie] Allow me
to demonstrate the awesome speed

of the C815 using…

one of your…

technical manuals.

[beeps]

[beeping]

Not a problem.
There's probably… something in here.

[murmuring]

One second. One second. Bear with me.

[sighs]

[retching]

Charlie's right.

About what?

We have four guns.
We should have four men.

[Sawyer] Help? Moi?

You know how to handle a gun or not?

I know at least one
polar bear seems to think so.

Where'd you get the hardware?

[cocks gun]

I wanna come.

Sorry. We're out of guns.

And no one goes out there unarmed.

How much ammo you got?

-Hundred rounds, give or take.
-All nines, right?

Nine millimeters? The guns?

Yeah. Why?

'Cause if the lady wants to come…

Lifted this off the Marshal
back in the old days.

You remember him, don't you?

Surly guy, kind of a square jaw?
Carried a Sig nine?

Yeah. I remember you shot him. And missed.

Yeah, well… bygones.

And, hell, five guns are better than four.

You'll be surrounded at five points.

Everyone will be in visual
contact with you.

Make sure you stay
in the area I've shown you.

And remember, the guns
are a measure of the last resort.

We want him alive.

[thunder rumbling]

[rustling]

[screaming]

[yelling]

[straining, grunting]

[Locke] Over here. Over here.

Jack's got him.

[grunts]

[Locke] Hold your fire. Don't shoot!

We want him alive.

[Locke] Claire!

-You all right?
-Yeah.

[Sawyer] Over here.

-Hey! Hold your fire!
-Easy!

Winner by a knockout. Nice one, Doc.

Now, maybe somebody can tell me
who or what this son of a bitch is.

Uh-uh-uh, jungle boy,
not even for one sec.

[Jack] Charlie?

[Jack sighs]

Why did you do it, Charlie?

'Cause he deserved to die.

He could've told us where he came from.

What he wanted with Claire. Why he--

Do you really think
he would've told us anything, Jack?

I wasn't gonna let that animal
anywhere near her again.

Ever.

[knocking]

Lucy.

I'm sorry. I've been having some problems.

Ugh.

-If I could just explain.
-Leave, Charlie.

Lucy.

-I made a mistake.
-You made a mistake?

My father's sales manager
comes here to my house

to return a cigarette case
that the EMTs pulled from your suit pocket

at the bloody hospital,
and it still smells of your sick.

-I didn't mean…
-Oh, you meant to, Charlie.

You meant to from the start.
You're a liar.

I believed you, and you lied!

I thought you wanted to…

You said…

You selfish bastard!

-Lucy, if I can just explain--
-Just tell me one thing,

and don't you dare lie to me.

I get why you pretended to like me.

I understand why you stole,

because you're a junkie,

but I don't understand
why you took the job.

Why did you take the job, Charlie?

I guess I…

wanted to be respectable.

I wanted you to think
that I could take care of you.

You'll never take care of anyone.

[door closes]

I remember peanut butter.

Why do I remember peanut butter?

It was imaginary peanut butter, actually.

I don't know what happened to me.

I'm scared.

I want to trust you.

Good night, Charlie.

Good night, Claire.

[theme music playing]