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Comes fully equipped.

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

- 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.

You said, "It was just me."

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

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

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

Here, honey.

Hey, no running.
You hear me, 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!

Miles, you there? Pick up.

- Jim? Where are you?
- I'll fill you in later.

- I need you to take
care of something.
- 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.

OK, OK... Uh, which ones?

Look on your monitors.

You see us?

Yeah, you're on
number 4. Is that Kate?

- What are you
doing out there?
- Just erase number 4.

If anyone asks, I'm off the grid
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.

I want you go back, find Juliet,

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

What are you gonna
do when they find out?

Do my best to cover it up.
Case you haven't noticed...

I'm head of security.

All right, see you back there.

Where's LaFleur?

He's out looking for
the escaped prisoner.

I tried to get him
on his walkie, but...

- he must be out of range.
- 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.

OK. Good.

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

He's going to give you something
in return. 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.

Stop right there!

Miles? What are you doing
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.
He said you had something for me.

- 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,
knowing that is not your job.

Your job is to do
what I tell you to.

Take him back to
Horace now, Miles.

OK...

so what really happened?

I need to see her.

Ma?

It's me.

Miles?

I'm... I'm sorry that...

- I couldn't
make it by sooner.
- It's OK.

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.

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?

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.

OK.

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

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

Listen, man, I'm security.

If you need somebody to drive, 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, OK?

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

- 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. I made my secret garlic mayo.

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

We carpool, help global warming,
which hasn't happened, 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.

All the vans were
out so I had to ru...

Where's Ben?

- Did he...
- No... no.

- Roger...
- Where is he?

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

- I don't know.
- What?

- He was dying,
how can he be gone?
- I don't know...

He got up and walked out? You're his
doctors. You're supposed to watch him.

I know. I know. 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.

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.

Something foul in here.
It's coming from back there.

- Maybe it's your
famous garlic mayo.
- That's not possible...

OK. 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.

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.
- 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...

OK. Now...

Please give me your hands.

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

Can you do that?

Yeah... OK.

Did it work?

Your son says he
knew that you loved him.

He always knew.

- Thank you.
- I'm sorry
for your loss.

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 OK?

Let me see...

My son got shot. And
now he's disappeared.

So... I'm pretty far from OK...

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 OK.

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!

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.
- A-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. There's no more talking.

There's just who they were,
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.

What's he doing here?

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

Lunch? Your instructions
were to come alone.

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.

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?

If you breathe a word of this, I'll
have you shipped to Hydra island.

You can weigh turds for
their ridiculous experiments.

Gross.

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.

That douche is my dad.

You did say you were
taking me to dinner?

No. I said I was taking
you to a restaurant.

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

Your audition.

Look... whatever
you've got going on here,

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

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...

a guy named Widmore.

Deliver what?

A bunch of papers. Photos.

Pictures... of...

empty graves.

A purchase order
for an old airplane.

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 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 one point six million dollars.

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?

Back then he was 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 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?

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...

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

Don't know. Don't care.

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.

Thanks.

- Hey, Miles!
- Do I know you?

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, 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.

- 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!

- 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.

They build a computer with a button
you have to push so the world doesn't end.

So, your dad... is he around?

You know, when we
came from the future?

No.

- This is kind of
awesome for you.
- How is it awesome?

Because you get to hang out with
him and get to know him better and stuff.

Don't bother thanking me,

but he was totally
down for that beer, dude.

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.

OK?!

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,
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!
- Why don't we read
your 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.

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.

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 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 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.

- Whatever development
you got can wait.
- 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.

- Talk to Horace yet?
- No.

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
Sarlac, 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.

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.

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

- Dan?
- Hey, Miles.

Long time no see.