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[man] Comes fully equipped.

I'm telling you, it's a steal at 400.

-What? You gotta check with your husband?
-It's just me.

Mommy?

Can I have a quarter
for the vending machine?

Honey, I said wait for me by the pool.

I thought you said, "It was just me."

I meant my husband's out of the picture.
It's just me and my son.

I don't know. Most of the tenants,
they don't like noise.

-He's very quiet.
-I'm gonna need two months up front.

Here, honey.

Hey, no running. You hear me, Miles?

[pensive music playing]

[Miles] Mom! Mommy! Help!

Mommy!

Miles? Miles, what happened?

Mommy.

Oh, God…

Mr. Vonner.

-What were you doing in here?
-He…

He was all alone… he was scared…

His chest hurt.

-He kept calling out for Kimberly…
-Kimberly?

That's his wife.

Well, she died last year.
Now, how would you know that?

-I heard him.
-Miles, what are you talking about?

He's still talking right now!

Honey…

-He's dead.
-I told you!

I can hear him! I can hear him!

[Sawyer] Miles, you there? Pick up.

Jim? Where the hell are you?

I'll fill you in later. Right now,
I need you to take care of something.

Like what?

The security tapes
from the pylon camera feeds,

they need to accidentally get erased.

Erased? Why?

I ain't got time for questions,
Miles, just do it.

Okay, okay… Uh, which ones?

Look on your monitors.

You see us?

Yeah, you're on number four. Is that Kate?

-What the hell are you doing out there?
-Just erase number four.

If anyone asks, I'm off the grid.
I'm looking for the escaped hostile.

-You mean your pal, Sayid?
-Damn it, Miles!

-You gonna help me or not?
-Yeah, yeah. I got it.

All right. I owe you one.

All right, I want you
to go back, find Juliet,

see if anyone's noticed yet
if little Ben's gone missing.

What are you gonna do when they find out?

I'll do my best to cover it up.
In case you haven't noticed…

I'm head of security.

All right, I'll see you back there.

Where's LaFleur?

Uh, he's, uh, out looking
for the escaped prisoner.

I tried to get him on his walkie, but…

-Uh, he must be out of range.
-[sighs] Damn it.

All right. Then it's gonna have to be you.

Jim already knows about this,

but I'm gonna bring you
in the circle of trust.

-Can I trust you, Miles?
-Absolutely, Horace.

Okay. Good.

I need you to take this out
to Radzinsky at grid 334.

He's going to give you
something in return.

I want you to bring it back to me,
with no questions asked.

You understand?

Um…

We're not supposed to be in 334.

Isn't that hostile territory?

Welcome to the circle of trust.

[dramatic music playing]

Stop right there!

Miles? What are you doing out here?
I was expecting LaFleur.

LaFleur's busy. Horace sent me instead.

-I'm in the circle of trust.
-Get out!

I'm supposed to give you this.

And he said you had something for me.

[whistles]

-What happened to him?
-He had an accident.

-What kind of accident?
-He fell into a ditch.

Is that a bullet hole in his head?

The ditch had a gun?

It doesn't matter what happened to him,
because knowing that is not your job.

Your job is to do what I tell you to.

Take him back to Horace now, Miles.

Okay…

so what really happened?

[opening theme music playing]

I need to see her.

[dog barking]

Ma?

It's me.

Miles?

I'm… I'm sorry that…

I couldn't make it by sooner.

It's okay.

You're here now.

Why did you come, Miles?

I need you to tell me… why I'm this way.

How I do the things I do.

And I need to know
why you won't talk to me about my father.

Because he never cared about us.

[sighs] Never cared about you.

-I need to know where he is, Ma.
-It doesn't matter where--

-It does matter.
-Miles, please--

-I have a right to know!
-He's dead!

Your father…

kicked us out
when you were just a baby.

He didn't want anything to do with us.

So the less you knew about him,
the better.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Because it was over.

Your dad has been dead a long time.

Where's his body?

[eerie music playing]

Somewhere you can never go.

Pierre, if it was caused
by the electromagnetism,

we need to know.

You want to see it now?

Yeah, he just got back.

I'll send him out with it right away.

Okay.

-Did you bring the package?
-"Package?" You mean the corpse?

Yeah. Now I need you to bring it out
to Dr. Chang at the Orchid.

Listen, man, I'm security.

If you just need somebody
to drive the van,

can't someone from the motor pool do it?

If I wanted someone from the motor pool,
I would've asked them.

And since LaFleur decided to disappear,
you're all I've got.

So just bring it out to Dr. Chang

and we'll all call it a day, okay?

Hey. What the hell are you doing?
That's my van.

-Nah, dude. I just signed it out.
-It doesn't matter. It's mine.

-Where you going?
-The Orchid.

Me, too! I made lunch for the crew.

Sandwiches. You want one? Ham and cheese.
And I made my secret garlic mayo.

-You're waiting for the next van.
-Why? We're going the same place.

Why don't we carpool,
it'll help with global warming,

which hasn't happened yet,
so maybe we can prevent it!

Wait a second. Are you
on some kind of secret mission?

Just get in.

-Hey.
-How'd it go?

We gave him to them, to the Others.

-Anyone see you?
-I don't think so.

-Did James help?
-Yes.

-Thank you so much for sending him.
-Of course.

I got here as soon as I could.

[breathing heavily]

All the vans were out so I had to ru…

Where's Ben?

-Did he…
-No… no.

-Roger…
-Where is he?

Roger, I'm so sorry.
I was gone ten minutes.

-I… I don't know.
-What?

You said he was dying,
how can he be gone?

-I don't know--
-What is she telling me?

That he just got up and walked out?

You're his doctors.
You're supposed to watch him.

I know. I know.
Roger, if we just calm down--

Don't tell me to calm down!

-Somebody came and took my boy?
-I know! I'm so sorry!

I'm going to security!

Well…

here we go.

["It Never Rains
In Southern California" playing]

How do you spell "bounty hunter?"

What are you doing? Writing your memoirs?

It's personal.

Dude, did you just, you know…

What?

You know…

it stinks. Did you…

-No.
-Well, it wasn't me.

So roll down your window.

Nah, man. There's something foul in here.
It's coming from back there.

-Maybe it's your famous garlic mayo.
-No, that's not possible…

Okay. Maybe it is possible.
Pull over. I gotta check.

Forget it. You're imagining things.

I gotta check. If those sandwiches
are bad, people could get sick.

Look, will you pull over?

Dude. There's a body bag back here.

With a body in it.

That's traditionally
what you put in a body bag.

Yeah, well, who is he? What happened?

Don't worry about it.
And don't tell anybody you saw him.

Dude. What happened to him?

His name's Alvarez.

He was digging a hole and thinking about
some chick named Andréa.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his mouth,

which turned out to be a filling
from his tooth being yanked

right out of its socket
and blowing through his brain.

Then he was dead.

How does a filling
get blown through someone's head?

Got me. Can we go now?

How do you know all this?

Because I know.

Yeah, but how do you know
what he was thinking?

I just know.

You can talk to dead people!

Can we please just go?

Don't worry, dude.
Your secret's safe with me.

You want to know why?

No.

Because I can talk to them, too.

If you don't mind, Mr. Gray,
can you tell me what happened to him?

Last Labor Day weekend,

drunk driver ran a light…

That was that.

Where is your son buried?

We cremated him. Scattered the ashes
on the football field at school.

For what I do,
it's much better if there's a body.

But your ad said you could communicate
with the dead. Anytime. Anywhere.

-I know what my ad says, Mr. Gray, but--
-Please?

I just want you to ask him…

Did he know that I loved him?

It's gonna cost extra.

Of course.

Thank you.

Uh…

Okay. Now…

Please give me your hands.

I want you to concentrate on Russell.
Just get a picture of him in your head.

Can you do that?

Yeah… Okay.

Did it work?

Your son says he knew that you loved him.

He always knew.

[sighs] Thank you.

I'm sorry for your loss.

[woman] Excuse me.

-Miles Straume?
-Yeah?

Hi. My name is Naomi Dorrit.

My employer has been following your work
for some time now,

and is interested in retaining
your rather unique services.

There's a restaurant
not too far from here.

Would you like to hear what I have to say?

Yeah, absolutely.

Hey, Roger.

You okay?

[scoffs]

Let me see…

Well, my son got shot.
And now he's disappeared.

So… I'm pretty far from okay…

You know, I'm sure…

things are gonna work out.

Well, thanks for the pep talk.

I just have a feeling he's gonna be okay.

What do you mean… "a feeling?"

I just don't think that
you should give up hope.

Do you know something?

-Do you know what happened to him?
-No, I don't.

Wait a minute.
Why are you so interested in my kid?

I'm sorry I came over here.
I was just trying to help.

Oh, you're trying to help, huh?

You wanna help, Kate?

Why don't you just mind your own business!

["Love Will Keep Us Together" playing]

I don't know why you won't just admit it.

You can trust me.
I talk to lots of dead people.

So you have conversations with them?
Like they're your pals?

Sure. All the time.
Sometimes we even play chess.

-You actually see them?
-Of course. Why wouldn't I?

-Because that's not how it works.
-Ah-ha!

You wouldn't know how it works
unless you can do it!

What I can do has nothing to do
with chatting with ghosts, you nitwit.

It's a feeling. A sense.

When somebody's dead,
their brain stops functioning.

Which means there's no more talking.

There's just who they were,
and whatever they knew before they died.

That's how it works for me.

Great. I'm happy for you.

You're just jealous my power
is better than yours.

We're here. Now shut the hell up
and deliver your damn sandwiches.

[machine revving]

[indistinct chatter]

What's he doing here?

Um, he came to deliver lunch
to the work crew.

Lunch? Your instructions
were to come alone.

[Hurley] Don't worry,
I won't tell anyone about the body.

-He knows?
-I'm sorry, sir. He…

He was rooting around
in the back and he saw it.

Dude. I can keep a secret.

Well, you'd better… Hurley.

Because if you think
working in the kitchen is bad--

I like the kitchen.

Well, how do you feel
about polar bear feces?

Because if you breathe one word of this,
I'll have you shipped to Hydra island.

So you can weigh turds
for their ridiculous experiments.

Gross.

[sighs]

You two!

Bring the package inside.

And you?

Stay here till I get back.

-Think you can handle that?
-Yes, sir.

Dude, that guy's a total douche.

[indistinct arguing]

That douche is my dad.

[Miles] You did say
you were taking me to dinner?

[Naomi] No. I said
I was taking you to a restaurant.

[Miles] You wanna tell me
what's back here, sweetheart?

[Naomi] Your audition.

Look, whatever you've got going on here,

-this isn't really my thing.
-From what I understand, Miles,

if the price is right,
this is exactly your thing.

So what can you tell me about this man?

His name is Felix.

He was on his way
to deliver something to a…

[voice whispering]

a guy named Widmore.

Deliver what?

[inaudible]

A bunch of papers. Photos.

Pictures…

[voice whispering]

of…

empty graves.

A purchase order for an old airplane.

[sighs]

So. Did I pass?

I'm leading an expedition to an island.

On that island is a man
that will be difficult to find.

That's why I need you.

Need me for what?

This island has a number
of deceased individuals "residing" on it.

As this man is the one responsible
for their being deceased,

we believe they can supply invaluable
information as to his whereabouts.

Much as hunting down a mass-murderer
sounds really safe,

uh, I'm…

I'm gonna pass. Thanks for the audition.

My employer is willing
to pay you $1,600,000.

When do we leave?

-So anyway…
-I don't want to talk about it.

Are you kidding me?

How weird is it that your dad
is that dude from all those movies?

Only back then
he was called Marvin Candle.

Is that like a stage name?

What part of "I don't want
to talk about it" isn't sinking in?

Well, if you didn't wanna talk about it,
why'd you tell me?

How long have you known he was your dad?

The third day we were here
at the cafeteria,

my mother got in line behind me.

That was my first clue.

But all these Dharma dudes end up dead.

Don't you want to save him?

I can't save him.

They're gonna get killed
no matter what I do, so…

why bother?

I need you to take me to Radzinsky
at the work site immediately.

You, Hurley… You say a word…

Polar bear poop. Got it.

-What happened to the body?
-What body?

[door opens]

This room is on my rounds.
What are you doing here?

I figured I'd cover for you.

-I heard what happened to your son.
-Which part?

That he got shot

or that somebody kidnapped him
from the infirmary?

-What are you doing here at work?
-What else am I gonna do?

Sit around and pray that those idiots
are gonna find my boy?

So you can get out of here.

You came in here a couple days ago
with that woman Kate, right?

-Yeah.
-You know her at all?

Why?

She's got some kind
of weird thing for my kid.

First she shows up at the infirmary
and gave him blood… [scoffs]

But then, when he goes missing,
she comes to me and she says,

"Don't worry, he's gonna be okay."

I'm gonna tell you something, man…

I'm beginning to think that
she's got something to do with this.

I should go to Horace…

report her.

What do you think?

I think, Roger, that, uh,

that you've had a hell of a day
and that has given you

a very good excuse
to go out and get drunk.

Maybe that's put some,
some crazy ideas into your head.

I know that woman, Kate.

She's my friend and she would never
do anything to hurt your son.

Sure.

So I'm new here, Dr. Chang.
What is it exactly you do at the Orchid?

-It's classified.
-Oh, really? You can't tell anyone?

-Not even your wife?
-No.

What about your kids?

I have a three-month-old son.
So, no, I haven't told him.

Three months? Wow, congrats!
What's his name?

Miles.

Small world.

That's your name, too, right, Miles?

Yeah.

So, are you a fan of jazz, Dr. Chang?

You like Miles Davis?

My wife is. I like country.

So you two have been here for three years?
Must be pretty tight, huh?

Dr. Chang and I…

don't exactly travel in the same circles.

I wasn't aware there were circles.

Great. We should all get together
for a beer sometime.

How awesome would that be?

Stop here.

[chain rattling]

[indistinct chatter]

You don't need to wait.
I'll get a ride back with Radzinsky.

Dude. What is this place?
And what's up with all the secrecy?

Don't know. Don't care.

[machine revving]

Hey, Glenn!

What's the serial number
that goes on the hatch lid?

Four, eight…

fifteen…

sixteen…

twenty-three…

-Hold on a minute, it's smudged.
-Forty-two.

Forty-two.

How the hell'd you know that?

'Cause they're building our hatch.

What hatch?

The one that crashed our plane.

[Spanish song playing]

Thanks.

Hey, Miles!

Do I know you?

[dramatic music playing]

[tires screech]

Miles. My name's Bram.

You owe me a fish taco.

Sorry about that,
but your apartment's being watched,

and we had to try our best to talk you out
of working for Charles Widmore.

I have no idea who that is.

He's the man who chartered the boat
you'll be getting on next week.

And my friend?
You do not want to get on that boat.

Do you know what lies
in the shadow of the statue?

No, can't say that I do.

Then you're not ready
to go to that island.

But if you come with us,
all those things

you spent your life trying to find out?

You'll know.

You'll know who you are, Miles.

Why it is you have a gift.

And most of all…
you'll know about your father.

I don't know
where you're getting your intel,

but I stopped caring
about my father a long time ago.

What I do care about is money.

So, I'll tell you what,

you want me to pass on going
to The Island, it's gonna cost you double

what they offered.

Three point two million.

We're not paying you anything.

All the money in the world

isn't gonna fill that empty hole
inside you, Miles.

It's sad, isn't it?

Toss him!

[brakes squeal]

-You're playing for the wrong team.
-Yeah? What team are you on?

The one that's gonna win.

That hatch they're building?
There's gonna be an accident.

Then they'll have to build
a computer with a button

you have to push so the world doesn't end.

[scoffs]

So, your dad… was he around?

You know, when we came from the future?

No.

Well, then this is kind
of awesome for you, huh?

How is it awesome?

Because you get to hang out
with him, you know,

and get to know him better and stuff.

[scoffs]

Don't bother thanking me,

but he was totally down
for that beer, dude.

You know, maybe he'll let you
hold baby you!

Or you can change your own diaper… Whoa!

Listen up, because we're only gonna have
this conversation once.

Okay?

I don't want to hang out with my dad.

I don't want to know him better
"and stuff."

Why not? Did he beat you up
when you were little or something?

He wasn't even around
when I was little, you dimwit!

I never knew him until now.

Why am I even telling you this?

You're in pain,
and need to let it out.

I'm not in pain. It doesn't matter.

My father is dead. He's gone.
He never cared about me.

And nothing I can do
will ever change that.

But he's not gone.

We just dropped him off.

You want to get into my business?
Let's get into yours!

-Give that back!
-How about we read your diary?

It's not a diary. It's personal!

See what's going on in that piece
of granite you call a head!

-Give it back!
-"Exterior. Hoth.

A little spy robot thingy
zips through the atmosphere

and crashes into the snowy planet below.

That's when Chewbacca shows up

and blasts it away
with his crossbow laser.

He shakes his fury fist
in the sky in triumph.

Chewbacca: Rawrr."

It's furry.

Furry fist.

-I need to spell-check.
-What the hell is this?

-I'm writing The Empire Strikes Back.
-Uh…

-I'm sorry, what?
-It's 1977, right?

Star Wars just came out.

And pretty soon, George Lucas
is gonna be looking for a sequel.

I've seen Empire, like,
200 times, so I figured

make life easier and send him the script.

With a couple improvements.

That has got to be
the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

Oh, yeah?

Well, at least I'm not scared
to talk to my own dad.

[car door opens]

[door closes]

James… you're back.

Barely. Ever had one of those days
you feel like the little Dutch boy

with your finger in the…

Doc. Hey.

What's going on?

Ben's father thinks
that Kate had something

to do with his son going missing.

Why the hell would he think that?

Because she talked to him.
Tried to make him feel better.

Her heart was in the right place.

Yeah, well, where was her head?

I had a talk with Roger. I don't think

he's going to say anything
to anyone for now.

Just wanted you to know.

-Thank you.
-Mmm.

Yeah, well… Thanks
for filling me in, Doc.

No problem.

-Hey, boss.
-Hey.

We got a development.
You'd better come to the office.

Phil, I been running around
the jungle all day.

So whatever development you got
can wait a while.

I know who took the kid.

Yeah? Who's that?

You.

I got a perfectly good explanation
for what you saw on that tape.

I sure as hell hope so.

-[Sawyer] Talk to Horace yet?
-No.

Not that after three years
of working together,

I'd give you the benefit of the…

Get some rope.

Mr. Gray?

I hope you don't mind, your gate was open.

Mr. Straume. Of course,
of course. No problem.

What, uh, what brings you by?

Well, sir, uh…

I'm about to go
on a boat trip for awhile…

and…

I wanted to give this back to you.

I lied to you… Mr. Gray.

I wasn't able to talk to your son.

Why are you telling me this?

You could have just let me go on
believing what you said.

Wouldn't have been fair to your son.

I'm sorry?

If you needed your son
to know that you loved him,

you should have told him
when he was still alive.

Sorry I said you were afraid
to talk to your dad, dude.

Don't worry about it.

-I used to hate my dad, too.
-Yeah?

He left when I was ten.

But the best thing I ever did…

was give him a second chance.

We got to be the best of friends
and although I may never see him again…

I miss him.

And I know he feels the same.

My dad didn't leave
when I was ten, I was a baby.

I never knew him.

And I don't want to.

It's not happening.

That was Luke's attitude, too.

What?

In Empire,

Luke found out Vader was his father,

but instead of putting away
his light saber and talking about it,

he overreacted and got his hand cut off.

I mean, they worked it out eventually,

but at what cost?

Another Death Star was destroyed,

Boba Fett got eaten by the Sarlacc,
and we got the Ewoks.

It all could have been avoided
if they just, you know, communicated.

Let's face it, the Ewoks suck, dude.

[inaudible]

[reading out indistinctly]

[telephone rings]

I'll be right there.

Miles… I need you.

-You do?
-The sub's in from HQ.

-I need your help bringing them in.
-Sure. New recruits?

No. Scientists from Ann Arbor.

Get your van and let's get to the dock.

[indistinct chatters]

-[man] Hey, can I get a hand with this?
-Yeah, yeah. Sure.

-Dan?
-Hey, Miles.

Long time no see.

[closing theme music playing]