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[narrator] Previously on Lost…

You neglected to tell us your condition.

My condition is not an issue.
I've lived with it for four years.

I'll get you on a plane back to Sydney
on our dime.

No, I don't want to go back to Sydney!

You don't know who you're dealing with.
Don't ever tell me what I can't do ever!

This is destiny. This is my destiny!

This… I'm supposed to do this, damn it!

How do you open a hatch
that has no handle, no latch,

no discernible way of opening it?

What's that?

A game.

It's my favorite game actually.
I used to play with my brother.

It's called Mouse Trap.

How do you play?

Well, you start with
all these parts off the board.

And then, one by one,

you build the trap.

Shoe. Bucket. Tub.

Piece by piece, it all comes together.

And then you wait till your opponent
lands here on the old Cheese Wheel.

And then if you set it up just right,

you spring the trap.

Go ahead, kiddo.

May I help you, ma'am?

Yes, um…

Could you tell me where the footballs are?

Yeah. Um, aisle 8 for regulation.
Aisle 15 for Nerf.

Oh, yes, thank you. Thanks.

[Boone] You want my opinion?

Boone, you gotta have some faith.

All we gotta do is break the glass,
and then we're in.

Trebuchet delivers half a ton of force.

Why do they call it a trebuchet?
Looks like a catapult.

[Locke] It's called a trebuchet, Boone,
because it's a trebuchet.

[Boone grunting] I don't get you.

One minute you're quoting Nietzsche,
now all of a sudden you're an engineer.

I don't think I can spell "trebuchet."

There's a "T" on the end.

I'm serious, John.

We've been coming out here
for two weeks.

You never talk about yourself.

Everybody's got a story.

My story would bore you.

Three. Two. One.

This was supposed to work.

-This was supposed to work!
-John!

Your leg, man.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

[sizzles]

Your trebuchet. Why didn't it work?

It didn't work
because it wasn't strong enough.

I don't think that glass
is gonna break, man.

Everything breaks
if you apply the right force.

So, we're just gonna build another one
and hope it works this time?

That's right.

-What if it doesn't?
-Then the island will tell us what to do.

What's that?

We should get back there.

Salvage those pieces.

[panting]

Your leg okay?

Yeah. It's fine.

[man] Night, John.

[grunts]

[man] You all right, man?

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey.

-Why are you following me?
-I'm sorry.

Who are you?

I'm your mother.

Look, Miss, uh…

I don't know why you think I'm your son
or how you found me, but…

You're adopted, aren't you?

No. No, I was raised in a foster home.

Now, well, several foster homes, actually.

Look, I don't mean to be rude.

What do you want from me?

I want to tell you that you're special.

Very special.

You are part of a design.

You do realize that, don't you?

That our meeting, me finding you,

this is a sign of things to come.

Great things.

My father…

is he still alive?

Still alive?

Oh, John, don't you understand?

You don't have a father.

You were immaculately conceived.

[Sawyer panting]

-Which one?
-That one.

You're sure?

Because I've been using this,
and nothing's happening.

-I'm sorry it's not helping.
-What's not helping?

Nothing.

Thanks, anyway.

Nice garden.

[Sawyer sighs]

What was that all about?

He has headaches.

Doesn't the guy have, like, a truck load
of aspirin stashed away somewhere?

He says aspirin didn't help.

Can I ask you a question?

Say you're having bad headaches.
Every day.

-You okay?
-Yeah. I'm fine.

So, who are we talking about then, Kate?

-Sawyer.
-Uh-huh.

I think there might be
something wrong with him.

-And what does he think?
-He says he's fine but…

-Then he's fine.
-Yeah, well, he could be playing it down.

-There could be something…
-Look, Kate.

I'd love nothing more than to
check the guy out and make sure he's okay,

but we both know all I'm gonna get
for my trouble is a snappy one-liner,

and if I'm real lucky,
a brand-new nickname.

I'm just over it.

[razor clangs]

You're late.

-Late for what?
-Late for work.

-I think I'm done working, John.
-I'm sorry. What?

This is useless.

You say you can,
but you can't open that thing up.

-Don't tell me what I can't do.
-Don't you get it?

It's a dead end. You're not getting in.

That's impossible.
We didn't find this by accident.

-We're supposed…
-Oh, we're supposed to.

We're supposed to find this, right?

We're supposed to open it, right?
Then tell me something, John.

If we're supposed to open it,

then why the hell
haven't we opened it yet?

-The island will send us a sign.
-"The island will send us a sign."

All that's happening now is our faith
is being tested, our commitment.

But we will open it.
The island will show us how.

What kind of sign will the island send us,
huh, John?

[airplane engine whirring]

Did you see that?

-[airplane crashes]
-Boone?

[pottery breaking]

Theresa falls up the stairs.
Theresa falls down the stairs.

Theresa falls up the stairs.

[distorted] Theresa falls down the stairs.
Theresa falls up…

-No, no.
-Theresa falls down the stairs.

-Please don't.
-Theresa falls up the stairs.

Don't take it back, huh!

[gasps]

[insects chirping]

[breathing heavily]

-[Locke whispering] Boone. Wake up.
-Hmm.

[Locke] Shh.

-[Boone] What time is it?
-It's morning. Come on.

Okay. I'm… I'm up.

[grunts]

What's going on?

Come on. Let's go.

[man] Emily Annabeth Locke,

in 10,000 words or less.

So, she's my mother.

I lifted some hairs from her car
and matched them with your DNA samples.

It's 99% certain.

She was institutionalized. A few times.

-What for?
-Nothing criminal or violent.

It's a type of schizophrenia.
If she stays on her meds, she's okay.

What about my father?

Here's the thing.

Your mother sought you out,
so she's fair game.

But this guy,

maybe he doesn't even know you exist.

Now, I've done this
enough times to know…

this stuff isn't meant to be,
even though it may feel that way.

Look, this probably
won't have a happy ending.

So…

do you want it or not?

I want it.

-Your name is?
-John. John Locke.

-I'm Anthony Cooper's son.
-Mr. Cooper doesn't have a son.

Tell him I don't want anything.

My mother is Emily Locke.

Please.

Just a minute.

Yeah, Mr. Cooper, I got John Locke here,
says he's your son.

Yes, sir.

Well, you can go on in, sir.

[man] Well… [chuckles]

This is awkward.

Thank you for seeing me, sir. I'm, uh…

John.

Something tells me
I'm gonna want a drink for this?

-You want a drink?
-Uh, yeah. All right. Great.

-Scotch okay?
-Yeah, that's… Thanks.

So who found who?

-I'm sorry, sir?
-Emily. Your mother.

Did she find you, or did you find her?

She found me.

How did she look?

-All right, I guess.
-She say anything about me?

She said I didn't have a father.

That I was immaculately conceived.

Really? [chuckles]

Well, I guess that makes me God, huh?

I didn't even know you existed
until a year after you were born.

She told me she wasn't even
gonna have the baby, you, at all.

And she drops off the face of the planet.

When she turns up again,
she's asking me for money,

telling me she put you up for adoption.

You gonna drink that or what?

You have a family of your own?

-No, sir.
-Me neither.

I tried it a couple times.

Didn't take.

-Do you hunt?
-No. [chuckles] No.

You're not one of those
animal rights nut-jobs, are you?

No. No, sir.

What are you doing this Sunday?

-Nothing.
-You wanna go hunting?

Uh… Well, I'd like that.

Yeah, I'd like that very much.

[Locke] I had a dream last night.

I asked for a sign.

And then I saw a plane crash.
A Beechcraft. Right out there.

It was a dream, but it was
the most real thing I've ever experienced.

-I know where to go now.
-Go for what?

To find what we need
to open this bastard up.

Have you been using that paste
that made me see my sister get eaten?

No, Boone, no.

'Cause, John, I gotta tell you,
signs and dreams and…

Who's Theresa?

What?

"Theresa falls up the stairs.
Theresa falls down the stairs."

You were saying that in the dream.

How would you know about that?

I don't know, Boone,
but we're supposed to go to this place.

We're supposed to find that plane.

Will you come with me?

[mouthing]

I was gonna ask you how this was going,
but it's coming together fast.

[Michael] Fire wasn't a total loss.

We learned a few things
from building the first one,

which is saving us from trial and error.

Now it's just…

trial.

[speaking in Korean]

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-[speaking in Korean]
-Yeah, man, I know. "Now, now, now."

Picking up on a little Korean there,
Michael?

Yeah. I'm pretty sure
I know how to say "faster" and "idiot."

I hear you're having
trouble with your head.

What, now she got you making house calls?

You're sensitive to the light too, huh?

-You know what? I'm sensitive to you…
-All right.

We'll see you.

Doc!

Sensitivity to the light, that bad?

-Depends.
-On what?

On what's causing your headaches.

It's not like it's a tumor or something.

-What makes you think it's a tumor?
-I don't.

Great. Okay, then.

My uncle.

He, uh…

-died of a brain tumor.
-Yeah?

That run in the family? Tumors?

What type of tumor was it?

The type that kills you.

Do you smell anything funny?

Brain tumors bring on phantom smells.
Maybe like something burning.

Just headaches.

Well, I'm sure you're fine, then.

If this is worrying you,
there's a couple of tests that I could do.

Sorry, Doc.

Sounds fun, but…

my insurance ran out.

[chuckles]

Insurance ran out. That…
That's a good one.

[sniffing]

[Boone] I could've mentioned her name
out by the hatch one day.

-[Locke] Who?
-Theresa.

Maybe I was talking to myself.

Maybe.

[panting]

But you didn't.

So, in this dream
you saw a plane crash, right?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

The fact that we were all
just in a plane crash,

-you didn't think for one second…
-Oh.

-John, you okay?
-I'm fine.

-What is wrong with your leg?
-I'm fine.

What?

Someone from camp
hiked all the way out here?

-Nope.
-Where do you think it came from?

[Boone exclaims]

Him.

-Morning, Eddie.
-Morning, Mr. Locke.

-You guys gonna get some birds again?
-I hope so.

Anthony?

You weren't supposed to be here
till 12:00.

I… I thought you said 11:00.

-What is this?
-It's a dialysis machine.

My kidney's failing.

Damn doctors say I need a transplant.

-When?
-Tomorrow, if it were up to me.

I'm on the donor list.

But I'm an old man, and it's a long list.

How long…

John, the dialysis will be fine
for awhile.

I didn't tell you for this exact reason.

I'm not gonna let this spoil
what's gonna be a fantastic day,

and neither should you.

So, I'll get done here,
and we'll have a nice lunch

and go shoot some birds.

[Boone] He was a priest.

How long you think he's been dead?

Normally clothing would completely
decompose within two years,

but this is high-quality polyester.

Could be two years, could be ten.

Gold teeth. Obviously well-off.

-What kind of money is that?
-Nigerian naira.

What is a Nigerian priest
doing on an island in the South Pacific?

I'm not so sure he was a priest.

[gun cocks]

[loud banging]

[sighs]

You wanna keep it down?

-That's it. Get up.
-What?

Get up.

-You're going to Jack.
-Do I get a lollipop?

-When did the headaches start?
-A few days ago. A week maybe.

Do you have to be here?

Do you have them
when you wake up in the morning?

Usually they hit me middle of the day.

What are you doing with that thing?

Checking how your pupils respond
to changing stimuli.

What's that? That nod.

Let him do his thing.

I am, but I wanna know
what he thinks I should…

I think you should shut up and relax.
[snaps fingers]

-What the hell are you doing?
-Have you ever had a blood transfusion?

What? No.

-Taken pills for malaria?
-Nope.

Have you ever had sex with a prostitute?

What the hell
that's got to do with anything?

Is that a yes?

[exhales forcefully]

Yes.

And have you ever contracted
a sexually transmitted disease?

I'm gonna take that as another yes.

When was the last outbreak?

Go to hell, Doc.

-I know he deserved it, but…
-He needs glasses.

[Locke groaning softly]

What's going on, John?

Nothing.

-You can barely walk, man.
-It's the wound from the shrapnel.

That's your right leg, John.
What's wrong with your left?

I'm fine. Now stop asking.

-That's it. Let's go back.
-I'm fine.

No, you're not.
Let me get you back to Jack.

No. Jack wouldn't know the first thing
about what's wrong with me.

John.

-We've gotta go back!
-No.

What is wrong with you? Are you crazy?

-I was in a wheelchair.
-What?

Paralyzed. For four years.

The plane, our plane,

I was in that chair when we took off,
but not after we crashed.

Why were you in a wheelchair?

That doesn't matter anymore.

But this island, it changed me.
It made me whole.

Now it's trying to take it back,
and I don't know why.

But it wants me to follow what I saw.

-What?
-I know it sounds crazy.

Four weeks ago,
I wouldn't have believed it myself.

But you and I are here for a reason.

There's something
that we were meant to find.

Something that's gonna help us
get into the hatch. I know it.

But we gotta keep going.

Okay. Can you move your legs?

Just help me up, son.

Okay.

-[Locke groans]
-[Boone] Okay.

[Cooper] These doves fly a lot faster
than you think.

So you gotta really lead 'em.

If you have to drop it
in high cover, you…

[gunshot]

-Got him.
-Yeah, you did.

Good shot, son.

John, uh, your mother,
she may be a little crazy,

but at least she brought us together.

And thank God it happened now,

while we still have time.

Let's find your bird.

[Locke breathing heavily]

[both sighing]

She was my nanny.

[panting] Theresa, she was my nanny.

My mother wasn't around much.

I needed someone to take it out on.

My bedroom was at the top
of this huge flight of stairs.

And I would sit in bed all day,
calling her on the intercom.

One day she took a bad step.
Broke her neck.

I was six.

[laughs]

I see, what the hell is so funny?

-[Boone] Is that the plane you saw?
-As best I can tell.

-You really saw it?
-Yeah. I really saw it.

How long do you think it's been there?

Doesn't matter.
What's important is that we found it.

What's important is what's inside it.

What is inside of it, John?

You're gonna have to climb up there for us
and find out.

You can still change your mind.

Nah. They already shaved my back.

I'm so thankful for you, John.

This was meant to be.

See you on the other side, son.

If you're looking for a stool sample,
you can forget it.

You've been reading a lot…

since we came to the island.

Okay. So what?

You, uh…

You've got, uh…

-You've got hyperopia.
-Hyperopia?

That's, uh…

-What is that?
-You're farsighted.

-Farsighted?
-Yeah.

It can develop later in life especially
when you add a new strain to the eyes.

Like with reading.

Blurry.

Better or worse?

[sighs] Worse.

Uh-uh. No way.

Sawyer, it's not a fashion show.

Har har, very funny.

[Hurley] Dude.

Looks like someone
steamrolled Harry Potter.

You love this, don't you?

You're welcome.

[grunting]

[panting]

Hang on.

[airplane creaking]

[loud creaking]

[screaming]

Boone! Boone!

I'm fine.

Boone, what do you see?

Boone!

You wanna know
what's in your damn plane, Locke?

Here's your sign.

They're drug smugglers, Locke. Heroin.
That's all that's in here.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

[radio static]

[airplane creaking]

Boone! Boone, get out!

-[static continues]
-[groaning]

Hello. Hello. Anybody out there?

-Mayday! Mayday!
-Boone, there's no time. Get out now!

-[man] Is someone there?
-Hello! Hello!

-Can you hear me?
-Repeat your transmission, please.

Hello! We're survivors of the crash
of Oceanic flight 815.

[Locke] Boone, get out!

-Please copy.
-[Locke] Get out now!

[man] Hello.
We're survivors of flight 815.

[Boone screaming]

[monkeys chattering]

[groaning]

[panting]

[grunting]

[Locke grunting]

[Locke shouts]

So did you know before or after
you asked him about his latest outbreak?

Well, I'd answer that, Kate,
but, you know,

doctor-patient confidentiality.

Of course.

[Kate chuckles]

Thank you for helping him.

I know it was probably
the last thing you wanted to do.

I didn't do it for him.

Jack! Help!

No, no, no. No. No.
Put him down up here.

All right. Now, that's it.

Okay. Easy. Easy.

-What happened?
-There was an accident.

Boone fell off a cliff
out near the place where we were hunting.

Okay, I'm gonna need some water.

Shirts, towels. Anything that I can use
to staunch the bleeding.

-Okay. Okay.
-Kate, now! Please.

John, tell me exactly what happened.

John?

Locke!

Locke!

Locke!

I think what you did was so kind.

-Where's my father?
-Who?

We had the transplant together.

I didn't know he was your father.

We don't have the same last name.

-Where is he?
-Mr. Cooper checked out this afternoon.

He went back home.
He's under private care.

That doesn't make any…

Wha… [gasps]

-Did he leave me a message?
-No, not that I know of.

You just relax, Mr. Locke.
I'm gonna get you some juice.

[gasps]

[Emily] It was his idea.

I'm sorry, John.

What are you doing here?

I needed some money.

He's always been good that way.

Your father's always been generous.

You told me I didn't have a father.

Well, he said that was the only way
you would give it to him.

It had to be your idea.

He told me where to find you.
He asked me to go see you.

I wanted to see you.

[sobbing]

This can't be happening.

This… This is a misunderstanding.

This can't happen to me.

He wouldn't do this to me.

He wouldn't do this to me!

Eddie!

-Eddie, open the gate!
-Mr. Cooper's not seeing guests.

-I'm not a guest.
-I'm sorry, John.

Eddie, open the gate.

I'm sorry.
I'm gonna need you to move your car.

I know you're watching me.

You can't do this.

John, please. Move your car.

[yelling]

[yelling]

[sobbing]

[Locke sobbing]

I've done everything you wanted me to do.

[shouting] So why did you do this to me?

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