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Previously on Lost:

When you were over there,

you mentioned Widmore had someone
guarding a room on his submarine.

Guarding something that
he didn't want you to see?

Yeah, so?

I don't like secrets.

You told me you brought me to
the island to do something important.

When do we start?

Run.

These people are extremely
dangerous. We need to go now.

Lead the way.

This man wants to leave the island,
that plane's the only way he can do it.

Wanna know where we're
going? We're gonna stop him.

How are you gonna stop
him from getting on the plane?

We have to destroy it.

In a world of
conflict and strife,

there is but one fact
we all can agree upon:

Everybody loves Hugo.

Born to humble surroundings,

Hugo Reyes has always
been a beacon of light

for all who crossed his path.

Hugo's lifelong love
affair with chicken,

led him to acquire and then
expand the Mr. Cluck's chain

into a worldwide phenomenon.

The exponential growth of
Hugo's success was startling.

But financial success wasn't
the end, it was the beginning.

Hugo and giving
became synonymous.

Parks... playgrounds...
hospitals...

the Mr. Cluck's
House for Children.

The philanthropy was unparalleled.
Which brings us to this evening

and the opening of the Hugo
Reyes Paleontology Wing

at the Golden State
Natural History Museum,

a lasting beacon of
culture that bears the name

of one of our city's
greatest benefactors.

Ladies and gentlemen, our
Man of the Year, Hugo Reyes!

- It's a pretty
cool trophy, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

You know we got the Human
Fund next Saturday night.

Can you make it?

Another trophy.
Everybody loves Hugo.

You know who doesn't? Women.

- Ma!
- You need a woman in your life,

- especially one
who has not nursed you.
- That's disgusting.

And I'm too busy
to meet someone.

You're not too busy.

- You're too scared.
- I'm not scared.

Good, because you
have a date tomorrow.

- I do?
- Grandpa Tito's
neighbor's daughter,

Rosalita. She agreed
to lunch with you.

- What's she like?
- Willing to meet you.

- Ma.
- You're going!

She's gonna love you.

And if she doesn't, we
will find someone who does.

A lot of crazy stuff's
been happening.

I kinda wish I could talk
to you about it in person.

A lot of people have come
to talk to me after they've...

you know, gone.

It would be nice
if you did, too.

Hugo?

You ready to go?

- Once I'm back, we're leaving.
- Where you going?

The Black Rock. If we're gonna
destroy that plane, we'll need dynamite.

- You sure that's
the right move?
- No.

But it's the only move we have.

Well, you're the expert.

Whose grave is this?

Her name was Libby. She was
in the tail section of the plane.

We were gonna
have our first date.

It was gonna be, like, a picnic.

But... then she was murdered.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, me, too.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to stop you from
getting everyone killed.

You gonna say something?

And why should I trust you?

You murdered
Libby and Ana Lucia.

That doesn't matter right now.

What matters is you going across
that island to blow up that plane.

People are gonna die. A lot of
people, and it's gonna be your fault.

- What?
- Because people are listening
to you now, Hurley.

Hurley.

- Who are you talking to?
- Um...

No one.

Come on. We're leaving.

Can I get you some more
homemade tortilla chips?

Sure. Whatever.

Uh, can you leave those?
I'm meeting someone.

- She's running late.
- Right. Chips are on the way.

Hugo?

Uh... Hi. Nice to meet you. Wow.

- I wasn't expecting
someone like you.
- I'm sorry?

You know, someone
who's so... pretty.

Please. Have a seat.

- You don't look
like a Rosalita.
- Oh.

My name isn't
Rosalita. It's Libby.

So... you're not my blind date?

No, I just saw you
from across the room.

Well, how'd you know my name?

Well, if I tell you, you're
gonna think I'm crazy.

No, I won't.

Hugo, do you believe that
two people can be connected...

like soul mates?

I guess.

You don't remember me, do you?

Should I?

What are you doing, Elizabeth?

- Are you bothering this man?
- No. No, he's an old friend.

We just... Wait.
What's going on?

I apologize for the
intrusion. Come on.

- Dr. Brooks, if I could just...
- Doctor?

- I'm sorry. She just wandered off.
- Wandered off from where?

Everything that I
said, Hugo... I meant it.

Forgive us.

Yeah, just four of us.

All right, let's go. We have
to make it to the outriggers

and across the channel to
Hydra island before nightfall.

- You have the dynamite?
- Four sticks...

Enough to destroy the cockpit

and all the instruments.
That plane'll never fly.

Um, I don't know if
that's a good idea.

For one thing, that
stuff's really unstable.

You have to trust me. I've been
training my whole life for this.

- To blow stuff up?
- To protect you.

Yeah, but how is blowing
up the plane protecting us?

With that plane gone, that thing
won't be able to leave the island.

Yeah, well, neither will we,

then we'll be stuck here
with it, and it'll be angry at us.

Jacob said Richard
would know what to do.

And Richard said to blow
up the plane. Correct?

Yes.

Well, Jacob never said
anything about it to me.

I mean, what if Richard's wrong?

Hugo, I'm looking out for
your best interests, all of you.

Nothing is more important
than this. That thing is evil,

and God help us if it ever
leaves this island, bec...

That gonna be a spear?

I'm not sure what it's
gonna be yet, James.

- When the time is right,
it'll tell me.
- You talk to wood now?

- Sawyer.
- What?

Something I can do for you two?

Is there something you can
do? How about anything?

Those bastards grabbed Jin.

We're just sitting around,
doin' nothin' about it.

There's a difference between
doing nothing and waiting.

So what are we waiting for?

You were only able to come back to
this island because you did it together.

If we're gonna get on
that plane and leave,

it has to happen the same way.

We're waiting for your
friends to get here, Kate.

Hugo, Sun, Jack.
That's the only way

we're ever getting off
this godforsaken rock.

Well, I don't see
that happening.

Well, let's just
hope you're wrong.

Where you been?

Can I speak to you in private?

Absolutely.

- Everything go all right?
- Yes.

Did Widmore see you?

- No, but his people did.
- And you let them live?

I didn't see the point of killing
them when I had what I came for.

So you found what they
were hiding in the submarine?

I most certainly did.

Now what?

We get more dynamite or
else she died for nothing.

Maybe she died to show us
to stay away from dynamite.

Well, Jack, that's a
risk I'm willing to take.

Richard, I promised Sun
that I'd get her off this island.

Well, Jack, I wish
you hadn't done that.

- If it makes you feel better,
blame me.
- I think Richard's right.

It's the only choice we've got.

Trust me, Jack.

- OK.
- Good. Let's get moving.

Thirty-eight. Number 38?

- Mr. Reyes! What an honor.
- Give me a bucket, family size.

Of course. Right away, sir.

Forty-one? Number 41?

What?

I'm sorry.

- Have I seen you before?
- I own the place.

Maybe you saw my commercial.
You want a Clucketeer keychain?

No. It's not that.

Were you on Oceanic flight 815?

- About a week ago, from Sydney?
- Uh, yeah.

- So was I.
- Wow. What a coincidence.

Listen, you mind if I join
you while I wait for my order?

- Be my guest.
- Ohh! That is a lot of chicken.

- I eat when I'm depressed.
- Ah! So what's her name?

I met a girl on a blind
date the other night.

And it didn't go
how you'd hoped?

Mmm! She was totally awesome,

except for one
thing, she's crazy.

All women are
a little bit crazy.

No. This one actually
lives in the looney bin.

I mean, I saw the
van. She's full-on nuts.

I mean, she started sane,
but then she told me that

we already knew each
other. And that? I'd remember.

Tell me something.

Did you believe her when
she said she knew you?

Yeah. Kinda.

You know, I say
go with your gut.

You know, maybe you should...

You should try to find out where
she thinks she knew you from...

before you give up on her.

Forty-two? Order 42?

That's me, brother. Well...

It was nice bumping into you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm sorry Sayid tied you up,

but he was afraid you'd run
before we had a chance to talk.

I don't blame him. Although as I
explained to him before he left...

I have nowhere
to run to, brother.

Well, if that's not the best argument
against captivity that I've ever heard,

I don't know what is.

You mind if I ask you a
couple questions, Desmond?

Not at all.

Why did Charles Widmore
bring you back to the island?

Considering I was kidnapped...

you'd have to ask him.

They had him under armed guard.

He threw me into a wood
shack and blasted me with a

massive amount of
electromagnetism.

If you don't mind
my asking, Desmond,

how can you be sure what it
was that he blasted you with?

Experience.

- Do you know who I am?
- Of course.

You're John Locke.

Head back to camp.
I'll be back soon.

- Where are you going?
- Desmond and I
need to take a walk.

Something I'd like to show you.

Kinda makes you
think, doesn't it?

- What's that?
- Ilana.

There she was,
handpicked by Jacob...

trained to come and
protect you candidates.

No sooner does she tell you
who you are... then she blows up.

The island was done with her.

Makes me wonder what's gonna
happen when it's done with us.

All right, everyone. This
might take a few minutes.

I don't want anyone but me handling
that dynamite, so I'm gonna go in alone.

- Where's Hugo?
- I thought he was
up front with you.

Run!

Run! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Why the hell did you do that?!

I'm protecting us.

- What were you thinking?!
- Calm down.

- What're we supposed to do now?
- That's enough.

We're all dead.

A warning might
have been nice, Hugo.

I did say "run."

- Why'd you do that?
- Michael told me to.

- Who?
- Michael.

One of the people who come
back and yell at me after they die.

He told me I had to stop
everyone from blowing up the plane.

So... no dynamite,
no more blowing up.

That happen a lot? Dead
people yelling at you?

It happens enough.

And you just listen
to whatever they say?

Dead people are more
reliable than alive people.

How can I help you, Mr. Reyes?

I wanted to ask you about
that girl the other day.

Libby?

I was wondering if,
maybe, I could see her.

Well, I don't think that's a
good idea. She's not well.

Clearly, she's well enough
for, like, a fajita field trip.

Well, that's my mistake. I
misjudged her condition.

- Her condition?
- She has issues with reality.

- What do you mean?
- I just think it probably

wouldn't be a good idea
for you to see her right now.

- It'll only confuse her.
- You said "probably,"

which means you
might make an exception.

Well, perhaps for family.

Or a generous donor?

I'm sorry?

The rec room looked
pretty gnarly on my way in.

What do you think
100K might buy?

You remembered?

No. I'm sorry.

Then why are you here?

Where is it you think
you know me from?

I'm not sure. I...

I know it won't make sense.

Try me.

A few days ago, I was watching TV,
and one of your commercials came on.

And the moment that I saw you,

it was like I was
hit over the head.

All these memories
came washing back,

of my life, only it was...

another life.

What kind of memories?

There was a plane
crash. And, uh...

I was on an island.

And I was there?

I think so. We...
knew each other.

We... liked each other.

And then when I got here,

it was almost like
I'd been here before.

And for some reason, Hugo,

I have a memory of
you being here, too.

Um... This is the first time I've
ever been in a mental hospital.

Yeah. I know. But I can't
get you out of my brain.

That's why, the other night,
when I saw you, I had to talk to you,

because if you remembered me...

I wish I could,
Libby, but... I can't.

- I'm sorry.
- It's OK.

It's OK.

- I'm crazy.
- Yeah, probably, but...

We all got something, right?

I mean, it takes guts to
go up to a total stranger

and tell them you know them

from some bizarro
alternate universe.

I'm scared just
saying "hi" to a girl.

You're doing fine.

Hey, can you ever,
like... get outta here?

- On a day pass or...
- Yeah. I'm here voluntarily.

Well...

Would you like
to... do something?

You mean... a date?

Yeah.

I'd love that.

Remind me, Desmond, how long were you
down in that hatch, pushing that button?

Three years.

And here you are, back for more.

If I didn't know better, I'd
say this island has it in for you.

- Do you know better?
- Excuse me?

There's nothing special
about me, brother.

This island has
it in for all of us.

Yes, it does.

What?

Who's that?

Just ignore him.

- Do you know that boy?
- I said ignore him.

Where you going?

Back at the Dharma barracks,

there's still grenades
there? Explosives?

- Yes, I think so.
- Then that's where we're going.

- Maybe we should
talk about this.
- Talk? There's no time to talk,

but if you know what we need to
do, if you know how we stop that thing

from leaving the island without
blowing that plane up, let's hear it.

I know what we need to do.

Really? What's that?

- We have to talk to Locke.
- Are you trying
to get us killed?

It's not my idea. It's his.

Jacob says we
have to talk to Locke.

- Jacob's here, right now?
- Yeah.

- Ask him what the island is.
- What?

A while back, Jacob told
me what the island was,

if he's really standing here,
next to me, then just ask him.

I don't have to prove
anything to you, Richard.

You either come with me or you
can keep trying to blow stuff up.

Your call, dude.

He's lying.

Jacob isn't telling
us what to do

because Jacob never
tells us what to do.

I'm gonna make this simple.

If that thing leaves the
island, that's it. It's over.

- What's over?
- Everything.

I'm destroying that plane,

and I can use all
the help I can get.

Who's coming with me?

I am.

I saw that thing in action,
man. It doesn't want to talk.

Sorry.

Anyone else?

Sorry, Richard. If Jacob says we
go talk to Locke, we go talk to Locke.

- I'm going with Hugo.
- Really?

Don't get in our way.

All right, Hurley.

Let's go talk to Locke.

Probably.

So what do you
think we should...

say to Locke when we get there?

I mean, how do you break
the ice with the smoke monster?

I wouldn't worry about it.

Something tells me he's
gonna do most of the talking.

Or he could just kill us all.

Yeah, he could.

I didn't see Jacob back there.

I just said it 'cause I wanted
everyone to listen to me.

- I know.
- Then why'd you come with me?

Ever since Juliet died,

ever since I got her killed...

all I've wanted was to fix it.

But I can't... I
can't ever fix it.

You have no idea how
hard it is for me to sit back,

and listen to other people
tell me what I should do.

But I think, maybe,
that's the point.

Maybe...

Maybe I'm supposed to let go.

Unless you letting
go gets us killed.

Going to see Locke
was my idea, not Jacob's.

Hurley, you asked
me to trust you.

This is me trusting you.

Well, it's a good
thing you do, dude,

'cause I have no
idea where I'm going.

Wait. It's cool. I think I
know what these things are.

Oh, yeah? What
the hell are they?

Wait here.

Hey. You around?

Michael?

You're stuck on the
island, aren't you?

- Because of what I did.
- And...

there are others out
here like you, aren't there?

That's what the whispers are?

Yeah. We're the ones
who can't move on.

Do you know where Locke is?

There.

Thanks.

Is...

Is there anything I
can do to help you?

Don't get yourself killed.

OK.

And, Hurley?

If you ever do
see Libby again...

Tell her I'm very sorry.

I'll be sure and do that, dude.

I got, like, six different
kinds of cheeses.

I don't know what they are,

but the lady at the store
said they were good...

I figured you'd like cheese
because everybody likes cheese.

- Is something wrong?
- No, not wrong, just... off.

- Have you been here before?
- No.

It's just... being here
with you feels so familiar.

It's like a date we never had.

Wow. I sound
completely insane, don't I?

No.

Not completely.

Why do you even
wanna be with me?

Why you wanna be with me?

What?

Come on. Look at me.

I want to be with you
because I like you.

Yeah, but... you
like me because...

well, you're... delusional.

What? What's wrong?

Whoa.

- Dude.
- What?

I...

I think I'm remembering stuff.

You are?

You mean I'm not crazy?

No, I don't think you are.

We're here.

- What is it?
- It's a well.

Let me guess... You're
wondering how deep it is.

You read my mind.

You have any idea how
old this well is, Desmond?

Very old?

That's exactly right. Very old.

So old, in fact, that the people who
dug this well did it completely by hand.

God knows how long it took 'em.

Seems like a lot of work
just to get some water.

Oh, they weren't
looking for water.

They were looking for answers.

A long time ago, places like the
one we're standing at right now

made compass needles spin.

And the people holding the
compasses needed to know why,

so they dug.

Did they find what
they were looking for?

No, they didn't.

The reason I wanted
you to see this, Desmond,

is because Charles Widmore
is not interested in answers.

He's only interested in power.

And he brought you
back to this island

so you could help him
find what he's looking for.

After all, this
isn't the only well.

And that's the reason
you wanted me to see this?

Why aren't you afraid?

Excuse me?

You're out here, middle
of the jungle, with me.

Not a person on earth
even knows you're here.

Why aren't you afraid?

What is the point
in being afraid?

How is our friend?

We don't have to worry
about him anymore.

- Where you been?
- I went for a walk, James.

Now that you've stretched
your legs, maybe you...

Son of a bitch.

Um...

- Hey.
- Hello, Hugo.

I don't know who you are, dude,

or what you want, but
we have to talk to you.

"We"?

There are other people with me.

But, the thing is, you got
weapons and we got weapons,

and I don't want anyone
to get hurt... or killed.

So we're not
gonna do anything...

and I want your word
that you're not, either.

You have my word.

OK, guys. Come on out.

Hello, Jack.

Hello there.

Are you waiting for
someone in particular?

- Excuse me?
- You've been
parked here a while,

watching the kids,
and, well, it is a school.

Do you have a
child who goes here?

No. No. I was... I just
moved to the neighborhood...

and I'm looking for
a school for my son.

- What's your son's name?
- Charlie.

Well, as a teacher here, I
can vouch for it completely.

It's a wonderful school.

That's great to hear. Thanks.

Well, it was nice
talking to you.

- Have a good day.
- Mm-hmm.

Call 911! Do it now! Mr. Locke?

Oh, my God.

Don't move. We're gonna get
you to the hospital. Mr. Locke?

Mr. Locke, can you hear me?