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[narrator] Previously on Lost…

Right now, this is our priority.

[screams]

How did you come to be on this island, Danielle?

The ship slammed into rocks, ran aground.

[speaking in Korean]

[in English] Hold on a second. You want what now?

-You wanna make snowballs? -He wants you to hold the bamboo tighter.

I think.

-[Jack] Hey. -[Michael] Hey.

-How's it coming? -It's coming.

Long as nobody sabotages this one as well, huh?

I got people standing guard 24/7.

Nobody gets near this, with or without intent to burn.

Hey, listen, I was thinking, uh, the chances of a passing ship

spotting this raft out there is pretty slim.

We could use something to send a distress call

to any ship that might be close. Like an SOS.

Okay. Well, I'll ask Sayid, but even if he could make something,

he's not gonna have anything to power it with.

Didn't Sayid say that crazy French chick had batteries?

-Absolutely not. -I'm not asking you to go.

-I'll do it. -No, you won't.

Dude, we're just trying--

Think she would give up something she needs for survival to a stranger?

All I'm asking is for you to tell me how to find her. That's it.

I was brought unconscious to her camp.

When I escaped, I was disoriented. I don't know how to find her.

Don't know, dude? Or don't want to?

[Jack] Sayid, look. You've got her maps and her papers.

Now, you thought that they were pointing to something.

-Well, I was wrong. -Well, maybe they're pointing to her.

Look! I don't know what these papers mean!

For all I know, they could be the ravings of her disturbed mind.

Song lyrics, mixed with equations!

If this map is pointing to her,

then you should know she resides here in this area.

She gave it a name. "Territoire Fonce."

Shannon translated it.

It means "Dark Territory."

That sound like a place you'd like to visit?

-[Jack] So you won't help? -[Sayid] I didn't say that.

I'll build the distress beacon,

but I suggest you find another power source.

-There must be something in the cockpit. -[Jack] We're not going to the cockpit.

♪ Swing your partner Dosey do ♪

Step high!

-[Carmen] What are you doing? -[woman] …you cut the…

Un momento, Mama, I'm just checking something out.

[Carmen] I hope you're not watching those G-string mujeres again.

Look, Ma, we talked about this.

You want me living here, you gotta respect my privacy.

And no, I'm not.

Look at you. It's Saturday night.

A grown-up man sitting at home watching TV.

You should go out. Try to find yourself a nice woman.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

At least, try eating better. You're gaining weight again.

…with the Mega Number 42.

And that makes tonight's Mega Lotto Jackpot Drawing

four, eight, 15, 16 and 23,

with the Mega Number 42.

Whoever has those numbers has won or will share in a near record jackpot.

[man] That's right, Mary Jo,

because this is the 16th week without a winner.

[crashing]

Hi.

[Hurley] You awake?

I was just wondering that myself.

So, that French lady, she wrote this stuff, right?

Hurley, it's the middle of the night. What do you want?

Nothing. Couldn't sleep.

And I got curious.

You and Shannon,

you guys have been trying to figure out some of this stuff,

and I was wondering what, you know…

you guys figured out about this stuff?

-What stuff? -I don't know.

Well, take these numbers she wrote down a bunch of times.

Got any idea what it means?

I thought at one time they might be coordinates of some kind.

Coordinates, yeah.

But when you first found her, the French chick,

you said you saw a wire or something in the beach.

You followed it, and it led you to her.

No. It led me into a trap she set.

But her place is probably close, right?

Why are you suddenly so interested in Rousseau?

I'm not.

Just, you know, making conversation, dude.

Sorry if it's a bad time.

Good night.

-[camera shutters clicking] -[chattering]

Yeah, you.

How did you come up with the winning numbers?

Any significance?

-Oh, uh, they just, uh, sorta came to me. -[chattering]

-Why don't you introduce your family? -Oh, yeah, okay. Um…

This bashful beauty is my mom, Carmen. Come here, Ma.

And this is my brother, Diego, and his wife, Lisa.

-Whoo! We're rich! -[Hurley] Nice, dude.

Ignore him. He's an idiot. And, uh…

Oh! You gotta meet this guy. This is the greatest guy I know.

My grandpa, Tito. He's worked three jobs for…

-How long's it been, Abuelito? -52 years.

Fifty-two years! He's 70 years old,

and the closest thing that he's had to a vacation

is when they put a pacemaker in him four years ago.

[laughter]

The first thing I'll do with the money

is finally giving him the rest that he's earned.

That's what it's all about for me,

to be able to do things for the people I care about.

'Cause I really put my family through a lot recently,

and, um, well, this way I can make it up to them.

You know, maybe even buy my mom a new house.

And, uh…

Maybe after, uh, my grandpa comes back from his cruise,

we can, you know, get to do some of the things…

-[gasping] -…that we always wanted to do.

[camera shutter clicking]

Grandpa?

-Hey, man. -I'm not doing anything.

What?

-What? -Just saying good morning.

Oh, right.

Morning.

-[coughs] Sorry, I was just-- -You going somewhere?

Me? No.

Well, yeah…

Just thought I might take a walk.

Uh, maybe scope out some, uh, new fishing area.

-Hang on. I'll come with. -That's okay.

No, I could use a bit of the wide open.

Dude, I could really use some alone time right now.

Sure.

I'm a big guy. I get dehydrated easy.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Claire, you got a second?

Uh, yeah, sure.

I was wondering if you're free to help me with a little project.

-Me? -Yeah.

I'm building something and I could use an extra pair of hands.

I'm nearly nine months pregnant. I can barely waddle to the beach.

Could you hold a saw?

Um, yeah.

Can you move your hand back and forth?

-Possibly. -You're perfect.

Come on.

[sighs]

Okay.

[sighs]

So, what exactly are we building?

Where is it?

-Where's what? -The map.

-It won't help you find her. -Slow down.

-I don't have the map. -What makes it worse is that

you won't do your own dirty work. You get Hurley to do it for you.

Wait a minute. Hurley?

He was in my tent last night. Quizzing me about Rousseau.

About numbers she wrote, how I came to find her.

You don't know anything about this, do you?

-Charlie, have you seen Hurley? -Um…

Couple of hours ago. He was setting out for a walk.

Acting like a loon, I might add.

My God. He's going after her.

-When are you gonna be back? -If we catch up to him, before nightfall.

Why?

Are you worried about me?

So what if I am?

[Jack] Sayid!

You ready?

I'll be fine.

[rap music playing]

[Carmen] Hugo, turn that noise down.

-Oh, sorry. -[turns volume down]

[sighs]

Where are you taking me? You know very well I don't like surprises.

Well, you're gonna like this one, Ma.

After everything you've been through…

-[Carmen] Hmm. -Like Grandpa…

[speaking in Spanish]

-Then at the funeral… -[Carmen] Mm-hmm.

…Father Aguilar getting struck by lightning.

Man, that was a freak storm.

And Diego moving back home after Lisa left him for that… waitress.

Don't mention that whore to me.

I'm just saying, you deserve something good to happen.

You know,

ever since I won the lottery, it's like…

we've had nothing but bad luck.

Like, I don't know,

the money's cursed or something.

Ow!

That's blasphemy. You know very well we are Catholic.

-We don't believe in curses. -Jeez, Ma, I'm just talking.

Okay, we're almost there. Here, put this on.

-Why do I have to wear this? -Okay, give me your hand. Careful.

-No, you be careful. -Stepping down.

I can't see anything.

Okay, now, take off your blindfold

-and get a look at your new dream house. -[groans] My ankle. Aah!

My ankle. Aah!

I said you could take it off.

Why did you make me put that thing in the first place?

[groaning]

Hugo, do I smell smoke?

[Hurley] Aw, crap!

Hang on. I gotta call 911.

You tell them I broke my ankle.

[dialing]

[sirens blaring]

Drop the phone. Move away from the vehicle.

-Oh, no, no! It's the house. -Do it! Now!

Turn around.

[radio chatter]

[Hurley] No such thing as curses, huh, Ma?

You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right,

anything you say will be used against you in a court of law.

Yo! French chick!

[man] I would think you'd be happy.

Every one of your stocks is up.

Your interests in orange futures skyrocketed

after those tropical storms hit Florida.

And you are now

the majority shareholder for a box company in Tustin.

-A box company? -Mm-hmm. They make boxes.

Lucrative business. Everybody needs boxes.

Which reminds me, your sneaker factory in Canada--

-I own a sneaker factory in Canada? -Well, not anymore.

-It was destroyed in a fire last month. -Of course it was. [sighs]

You might have read about it. Eight-something people died.

But the good news is, we over-insured it.

It's gonna yield you a windfall of cash.

And when we add in the generous settlement from the LAPD

for your false arrest, you've almost doubled your net worth

in a few short months.

I still can't imagine

how the police mistook you for a drug dealer.

Bad luck.

Hugo, you are not the first lottery winner to believe

the money's brought him nothing but trouble. It's in your head.

Why, you don't believe in jinxes? You know, curses?

I'm an accountant. I believe in numbers.

-Where'd you get 'em, anyway? -What?

The winning numbers. What did you use? Somebody's birthday? Phone number?

No, it's nothing. It's just something that I…

What?

That's it.

It's not the money, it's the numbers.

The numbers are cursed.

Dude, don't look at me like that. I'm not crazy.

-This is really-- -Come on! Hugo, listen to yourself.

"The numbers are cursed." You know there is no such thing as--

[man screams]

[banging]

Wanna hit that a little harder?

I'm sorry. Is my building a raft to get us rescued bothering you?

-At the moment, yeah. -Why aren't you helping?

I am helping, Short Round.

Keeping watch for arsonists.

Walt's got a point.

You could pitch in,

seeing as how you've bought your ticket.

[clattering]

[speaking in Korean]

Did you tie this like I told you? If you'd tied it like I told you,

-it would still be together. -[Jin speaking in Korean]

What's the matter with you? What is your problem?

He's never going to speak to me again.

He just needs time.

I humiliated him.

When the raft sails…

do you think he's going to leave with them?

I don't know.

[flies buzzing]

[clicking]

Don't move!

-Hey, what are you guys-- -Hurley, do not move.

You're on a pressure trigger.

If you take your weight off it, it will release that.

Oh, man.

We need to find something to replace his weight on the trigger.

-Wait, how we gonna do that? -Hey!

-Don't move! -Hey, everybody just calm down.

-Can I drop the wire? -Maybe I'll find a rock--

-I'm dropping the wire. -No!

-I can make it. -[Jack] Hurley, don't move.

-[Charlie] No! -I can do it. I'm spry.

-Oi! -Hurley, stay put.

-No, wait! -[Jack] Hurley, don't even…

[yells]

Hurley, what the bloody hell's wrong with you?

Nothing.

What are you doing out here, man?

I came to get a battery.

Hurley, seriously, what's going on?

Nada.

You guys coming?

You all want to go? Fine.

But perhaps I should take the lead.

Excellent notion.

Lenny. His name is Lenny.

-Or Leonard. -But you don't know his last name.

I just need to talk to him

-for five minutes. -[clattering]

I'm sorry, but if you can't tell me the patient's name,

-I can't very well look it up. -How many Leonards are here?

Can't you just type in "Leonard"?

I mean, the guy's been here forever. He knows me.

Our records are private, sir,

-And any visitors-- -Dude, do not do that right now!

Leave the bulb for another time, man.

Five minutes.

All I need is five minutes.

Hugo?

-Oh, hey, Doc. -It's good to see you!

What are you doing back here?

Uh…

[doctor] I don't remember you and Leonard being that close, Hugo.

[Hurley] Yeah. Well, we hung.

[doctor] I'll leave you gentlemen to it then.

-Good luck, Hugo. -[Leonard mumbling]

Hey, Lenny.

Remember me?

[continues mumbling]

Hugo.

Hurley.

Well, I was…

just, you know, in the neighborhood and, um…

[mumbling]

Look, Lenny, I gotta know, what do the numbers mean?

[repeating] Four, eight, 15, 16, 23, 42.

Come on, Lenny, give me something.

Anything. Where'd you get the numbers?

Is that why you're here, Lenny?

It's 'cause of the numbers?

Did they do something to you?

'Cause I think they did something to me.

I think they turned me into a jinx.

Bad news to everyone around me.

And when I tell people I think I'm the cause, they…

they look at me like I'm nuts.

They don't believe me. But, I know.

Ever since I won the lottery with those numbers…

You used those numbers to play the lottery?

Uh…

-Yeah. -You shouldn't have done that.

-You've opened the box. -I what?

-You shouldn't have used those numbers! -Why not?

It doesn't stop! You gotta get away from those numbers.

-You gotta get far-far away. -[man] All right. Slow down.

Don't you understand?

You gotta get away from them or it won't stop.

-[man] Lenny, calm down. -I need some answers.

-You need to step away. -Lenny, the numbers!

-Where'd you get 'em? -Sam Toomey. He heard them.

-Who's Sam Toomey? -He heard them in Kalgoorlie.

-What's Kalgoorlie? -It's a town. Where he used to work.

-A town where? -In Australia.

-[Leonard] Oh, God. [yelling] -[door closes]

[Sayid] It stops here.

-It goes into the ground. -[animal hooting]

This poses somewhat of a problem.

[Charlie] Guys, you should come see this.

Whoa.

You never mentioned anything about a bridge.

I never saw this before.

[Jack] There's no way she could've built this herself.

[Sayid] No, but her team could have.

[Charlie] Or Ethan's team.

-Hurley, what are you doing? -Relax, I'm just gonna check it out.

-You guys stay here. -Hurley, get back here!

Dudes, chill.

[creaking]

[exhales]

[bird cawing]

[gasping]

-Charlie… -Hey!

Hey! If he can do it…

[creaking]

Charlie!

Charlie!

Dude, you okay?

I'm okay. Whoo!

All right, you two stay put right there.

We'll find a way around, and we'll meet you there.

Nah! Screw that! You guys stay!

There's a path here. Charlie and me--

Hurley, will you shut up and listen to Jack? He said stay put.

You're acting like a bloody lunatic.

[panting]

[bird cawing]

[knocking]

If this weren't the middle of nowhere, I'd say you were lost.

-Hi. Is this Sam Toomey's house? -It is. I'm his wife.

Is he around?

'Cause I'd kinda like to talk to him.

I'd like that, too,

but Sam's been dead for four years.

Your husband worked with a guy I know, Leonard Simms.

That's right. They served together in the U.S. Navy.

How is Leonard?

Still in the service?

Uh, he's, um… retired.

Anyway, he told me about Sam…

hearing something.

[exclaiming]

-You're talking about the numbers. -Yes.

The numbers. Exactly.

Do you know anything about them?

Sam and Leonard were stationed at a listening post

monitoring long-wave transmissions out of the Pacific.

Boring job. Sam hated it.

Nothing to do but listen to static, night after night.

Until one night, about 16 years ago,

there's something in the static.

A voice comes through,

a voice repeating those numbers

over and over again.

Couple of days later, we're at the fair in Kalgoorlie,

and some wally there's got this jar, must have been big as a pony.

It's filled to the rim with beans.

Fella's offering 50 grand to anyone

able to guess how many beans were in that jar within ten.

-Sam used the numbers. -[Martha] Yep.

The answer was exact to the bean.

Man had been running the same scam for 40 years,

nobody had ever come close.

So we won the money.

On the way home, a pickup truck blows a tire on the highway,

hits us head-on.

Lost my leg that night.

-What about Sam? -Barely a scratch.

Most people would consider themselves lucky,

but not him.

He was never the same after that.

He started keeping a record.

Anything terrible that happened to anyone around us,

he believed it was all because he used those numbers.

He moved us out here in the middle of nowhere,

hoping it would stop.

Did it?

Did he ever find a way to make it stop?

Yep.

He put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

What is it you're looking for, Mr. Reyes?

I used them.

The numbers.

To win the lottery.

And now I think I'm under the same curse.

Curse? There's no curse.

-But you just told me-- -You think I'd still have my leg

if Sam hadn't have picked the right number of beans?

You think that floods wouldn't have happened?

That homes wouldn't have burned? And people wouldn't have died?

Well… yeah.

You make your own luck, Mr. Reyes.

Don't blame it on the damn numbers.

You're looking for an excuse that doesn't exist.

It's a trap, right?

For catching animals?

Pass me that cup, please.

-Ugh! What's this gunk? -Glue.

Where'd you find glue?

I made it out of rendered animal fat.

You made glue?

Wow.

You should have one of those shows where you fix up houses for people.

[chuckles] I don't think so.

[chuckles]

Thanks for this.

Giving me something to do.

I'm tired of trying to remember what happened to me out there.

How's that coming?

Your memory?

Bits and pieces. Here and there.

Nothing that makes any real sense.

Well, maybe I can help.

I'm good at putting bits and pieces together.

[bird cawing]

What?

This is familiar. This area.

We're close.

How do you know?

I thought she lived underground.

-[click] -Jack!

[explosion]

What the hell was that?

[clanging]

Hell of a security system.

Somebody trips a wire, and the whole place blows up.

-There's nothing here. -The batteries?

Nothing.

I don't get it.

She knew.

She knew that one day I'd come back and bring others.

So she abandoned this place,

booby-trapped it, and moved on.

Moved on where?

[Hurley] Jack! Sayid!

[Charlie] Do we know where we're going?

[Hurley] The blast sounded like it came this way.

-I think. -You don't know.

Dude, what do you want from me?

What do I want?

I want to know what we're doing here.

And don't tell me it's because of some stinking batteries.

One minute you're "happy-go-lucky, good-time Hurley,"

the next you're Colonel bloody Kurtz.

It just doesn't make any sense. It's not you.

Dude, you don't know me.

Well, all this time on the island, you've told me nothing about yourself.

-We all got personal stuff, dude. -Don't change the subject.

We're lost out here.

Jack and Sayid could be hurt, if not blown to bits,

all because you're acting like this.

I am not crazy.

-I've got my reasons for every-- -I have a right to know.

Okay.

-All right, you wanna know? -Yeah.

About a year ago…

[gunshot ricochets]

[birds cawing]

-Is someone shooting at us? -[gunshot]

[grunts]

Oh!

-You must be the French chick. -Who are you?

Hurley. I, uh…

[gasping]

Sayid, that guy you tortured…

-He-- -You were on the plane.

Look, I came here to find-- Easy, easy, easy.

I'm-I'm just getting your notes.

Please, tell me why you wrote this.

What do these numbers mean? Please.

I don't know.

What?

You don't know?

Okay, that thing in the woods…

maybe it's a monster,

maybe it's a pissed-off giraffe.

I don't know.

The fact that no one is even looking for us,

yeah, that's weird.

But I just go along with it.

'Cause I'm along for the ride.

Good old fun-time Hurley!

Well, guess what?

Now, I want some freaking answers!

Our ship picked up a transmission,

a voice, repeating those numbers.

We changed course to investigate.

After we shipwrecked,

my team continued to search for the transmission source.

It was weeks before we found the radio tower.

There's a radio tower on this island?

Yes, up by the Black Rock.

Some of us continued to search for the meaning of those numbers

while we waited for rescue.

But then the sickness came.

When my team was gone,

I went back, up to the tower,

and changed the transmission.

That distress signal we heard.

Yes.

But the numbers…

Did you ever find out anything about them?

Do you know where they got their power?

Power?

They bring bad stuff to everyone around you.

They're cursed, you know that, right?

The numbers… are cursed.

The numbers are what brought me here.

As it appears, they've brought you.

Since that time, I've lost everything…

everyone I cared about.

So, yes…

I suppose you're right.

They are cursed.

[whispering] Thank you.

Thank you.

You have no idea how long I've been waiting…

for somebody to agree with me.

Thank you! Oh, God, thank you.

Thank you. Oh, God.

We need to find Hurley and Charlie,

get out of this jungle.

I just hate that we're going home empty-handed.

[Charlie] Hey!

Hey!

Someone shot at us! Hurley and me.

-We were looking for you when… -Rousseau.

-Where's Hurley? -[Charlie] I don't know.

He was right behind me, then he just…

He just wasn't.

-I'll go and find him. -No, no.

-We'll all go. -Go where?

Hurley! What the hell happened to you?

[Hurley] Need a battery?

She says "Hey."

-[Locke] You think of a name yet? -[Claire] What?

For the baby.

Haven't really thought about it.

I was gonna give it away.

You know, for adoption.

-That must've been a difficult decision. -Yeah.

Well, doesn't matter now.

It's my birthday today.

Why haven't you told anyone?

I'm pregnant, single,

and on an island in the middle of nowhere.

Doesn't really matter that it's my birthday, does it?

I guess not.

At least your birthdays will be close together,

you and your baby, that's good luck.

Yeah? You think?

Yeah, I do.

You believe in that? Luck?

I believe in a lot of things.

That should do it.

Okay. I give up.

What is it?

It's a cradle.

Happy birthday, Claire.

Thank you.

I know food's scarce, but your shirt?

When you find a laundromat, let me know.

[grunts]

Back in the jungle,

before we became target practice, you were gonna tell me

what inspired this little quest.

I think the plane crash might have been my fault.

-Don't be daft. How could you possibly-- -Hey, before we came here,

a lot of bad stuff used to happen whenever I was around.

-What do you mean, like bad luck? -Yeah, that's…

That'd be kind of a mellow way of describing it.

Hurley, bad things happen.

Planes crash. People die.

Dude, you really ought to let me finish.

You think you're the only person with baggage?

You know what I was doing when the plane went down?

I was snorting heroin. In the toilet.

I was such a junkie,

I couldn't even take a plane ride without having a fix.

Was that your fault as well?

So how about it?

What?

I told you the biggest secret in my life.

Thought you'd wanna reciprocate.

Okay.

Back home,

I'm worth 156 million dollars.

Fine. Don't tell me.

-Dude. -I bare my soul,

and all I get is bloody jokes.

[theme music playing]