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[man] Previously on Lost:

- Now talk. - Think of the island

like a record, spinning on a turntable,

only now, that record is skipping.

Whatever Ben Linus did at The Orchid station, it may have...

- dislodged us. - Dislodged us from what?

Time.

[high-pitched whine]

- Come on! - [groans] Oh!

It's not stopping!

Charlotte!

[Locke] We have to go back to The Orchid.

That's where all this started, maybe it's where it will all stop.

This is happening because they left.

It'll stop if I can bring them back.

- Bring who back? - Jack.

Sun, Sayid, Hugo, Kate...

Don't you want her to come back?

[Sawyer] Want us to lower you down?

Where would be the fun in that?

Uh-oh.

- [shouts] - John! Damn it, hold on!

I think you can let go of that now.

[panting]

No.

No, no, no...

- James, don't. - Come on, help me.

James... Stop.

We can't help him.

Wherever John went, he's gone.

And wherever we are is before that well was ever built.

Yeah, I'd say way before.

What makes you...

James! Can you hear me?

Can anyone hear me?

[groans in agony]

[rumbling]

[all panting]

What the hell was that?

That one was different.

That was more like an earthquake.

- Locke! - James... Wait!

Great.

My headache is gone.

Yeah, mine is too. And my nose isn't bleeding anymore.

I think it's over.

I think John did it.

Now what?

Now, we wait for him to come back.

For how long?

As long as it takes.

- [slow rock plays] - [man] Ow.

Are you kidding me? I'm gone ten minutes and you're having a hootenanny?

Don't be such a bummer, man. Rosie was just dropping off some brownies.

- You should thank her. - [music stops]

She shouldn't be here, Jerry. We're on the clock, man.

Mellow out, Phil. What's gonna happen, huh?

Polar bears gonna figure a way out of their cages?

That's not the point. If LaFleur finds out...

- [Jerry] LaFleur's not gonna find out. - Guys?

- [Jerry] Nobody's gonna find out. - [Rosie] Guys?

What...?

No.

- Is that a hostile? - [Jerry] I don't know.

Is that... Horace?

- He's got dynamite. - Get her out of here. Now!

Rosie, don't tell anyone you were here. Go, go!

- Oh, this is bad. This is bad, man. - We gotta get LaFleur.

- 3:00 in the morning? You wake him. - No, but...

- Maybe we can handle this. - Maybe Horace blows himself up

and LaFleur kills us for not waking him.

We gotta go. Now.

- You wanna knock? - You knock.

[both panting]

Fine.

[knocking]

- [knocks again] - [LaFleur] What?

Mr. LaFleur, sorry to bother you, but we've got a situation out at the pylons.

- [clears throat] - [LaFleur] What kind of situation?

It's, uh, Horace.

He's got dynamite and he's blowing up trees.

[exhales] Son of a bitch.

[car horn honking]

Relax! I'm coming.

- Hey, boss. - Evening, Enos. You got your zapper?

Yup. Wanna tell me why I need it?

Our fearless leader's out blowing up trees.

- [Miles] Why's he doing that? - [Sawyer scoffs] Because he's loaded.

- Since when does Horace drink? - He doesn't.

So we're gonna keep this on the down low.

- Oh, man. - All right.

Put out that fire, pack up the dynamite. I'll take him home.

Why don't you put out the fire, pack up, and I'll take him home.

You wanna tell Amy where we found him?

- Help me get him up. - [grunts]

- Oh, my God, is he OK? - You tell me.

Bring him inside.

The couch. The couch is fine.

[door closes]

Oh.

Where'd you find him?

By the Flame. Blowing up trees with dynamite.

Wanna tell me why?

- We had a fight. - Must've been a doozy.

- Please, Jim... It's personal. - Personal?

You think this isn't gonna get out?

It'll be on the coconut telegraph by breakfast.

[exhales]

It was about Paul.

Go on.

[groaning]

What's the matter? You OK?

[shouts]

The baby. It's coming!

Oh, hell.

[Daniel] Not gonna tell...

- Where's Red? - I don't know.

I won't...

I won't tell.

Daniel?

Are you OK?

I'm not gonna do it. I'm not gonna tell.

Daniel, where's Charlotte?

She's not here.

She... She's gone.

- Where? - She's... dead.

She's dead.

There was another flash and she was...

and she was just gone.

Her body just...

disappeared.

She moved on, and we stayed.

- I'm so sorry. - Hold on, wait a minute.

We stayed? We're not traveling through time anymore? It's over?

Of course it's over.

Wherever we are now...

Whenever we are now...

we're here for good.

- I won't do it. - OK.

I won't. [stammers] I'm not...

- OK. - I won't...

OK, swell.

Until Dan checks back in, I say we head back to the beach.

When Locke gets back, that's where they'll look.

The beach? You didn't get enough flaming arrows shot at you?

And your camp is gone. Why bother?

Sawyer's right, Miles.

We should go back to the beach.

We survived before, we can do it again.

Or maybe when we get there, you'll wanna go back to The Orchid again.

When that's boring, we head back to the beach.

It's the only two plans you people have.

Zip it. I'm heading back to the beach.

Our stuff's there, great. If not, we build new stuff.

You don't like the plan? Good luck.

Who put him in charge?

Thanks for getting my back on that beach issue.

You should thank me. It was a stupid idea.

What does that say about you agreeing with me?

Any plan's better than no plan.

If I didn't agree with you, we'd still be arguing about where to go next.

I just hope you figure out something better before we get there.

Well, I'm open to suggestions.

[distant gunshots]

[guns cocking]

[woman wailing faintly]

[woman screaming] Oh, no. No, Paul!

Oh, God! Oh, God! No, no, no, no!

No, please! No!

Please. Please do something.

No, no, no, no. I'm sorry.

We were just having... Paul, Paul...

Oh, my God. No! No!

Who do you think they are?

Who cares who they are? We don't even know when they are.

Hey.

Dan!

We don't get involved, right?

That's what you said.

It doesn't matter what we do.

Whatever happened, happened.

Yeah, thanks anyway, Plato.

I'm going over there.

- Still got my back? - Absolutely.

[woman sobbing]

- [woman] Talk to me! - [man #1] On your feet!

- No... - Now!

- [man #2] Shut up! - All right, drop the gun.

Don't!

[woman panting]

[woman whimpering]

It's all right.

It's OK, you're safe. It's over.

Who are you?

[woman sobbing]

Her friend's wearing a Dharma jumpsuit.

- That puts us '70s, '80s... - The guys with the bags...

- Others? - Beats me.

- What, you all don't know each other? - Before my time.

Sawyer! Walkie.

- We need to go. - I'm on it.

Listen, sweetheart, we gotta get moving now.

Who are you people?

Our ship wrecked on the way to Tahiti, but that ain't important.

Because whoever's on the end of this? Those two might've called

before we saved you.

- We have to bury them. - Bury them?

- We ain't got time to bury nobody. - We have to! The truce...

Oh, God... we have to bury them.

And we have...

We have to bring him back home.

We have to bring Paul back with us. Please?

Please?

Please?

I'll carry him.

We'll put these guys in the ground, carry your friend back.

- But we'd better do it fast. - He wasn't my friend.

He was my husband.

All right, listen up.

There's gonna be a lot of questions,

so keep your mouth shut, let me do the talking.

You think you can convince them we were in a boat wreck?

I'm a professional. I used to lie for a living.

Daniel! Stop!

- Turn it off. - Turn what off?

Whatever that is. Looks like some sort of sonic fence or something.

Where did you say your ship was going?

We saved your life and hid those bodies.

How about you trust us and turn that damn thing off?

OK... OK, fine.

Sonic fence? Didn't I say let me do the talking?

Dan would've fried his brain.

His brain's already fried.

OK, it's off.

You first.

See? It's fine.

All right. Let's go.

But going forward, we should all do a better job of trusting...

- [high-pitched whine] - [grunts]

[screams]

It hurts.

You're going to be OK. Just try and relax.

Where's Horace? Does he know his wife's in labor?

- He's unavailable. - The baby's breech.

- What's that mean? - Upside-down.

- She needs a cesarean. - Don't tell me! Just do it!

I'm not an obstetrician.

Our women always deliver on the mainland.

Amy was to go Tuesday. The baby's two weeks early.

[Amy screams]

- Can you deliver this baby or not? - I don't know.

Hey, Matt! Where is she?

- What's up? - Amy's having her baby.

- What? - Did you hear me?

She's in trouble. Doc says she needs a cesarean.

- We had an agreement. - Screw our agreement.

He ain't never done one. I'm guessing you have.

Don't you understand?

Every time I try to help a woman on this island give birth it hasn't worked.

Maybe whatever made that happen hasn't happened yet.

You've gotta try. You gotta help her.

You're the only one who can.

- The baby's breech? - Yes, but...

Did you try an external cephalic version?

- No. - It's too late.

I need a number 12 scalpel, 14 gauge sutures, half-round if you've got them,

- and an epidural. - You're gonna need?

- Where is Horace? - I'm speaking for Horace,

and she's delivering this baby.

- I don't think it's a good idea. - I want her.

I want her to do it.

You heard the lady.

Listen, you're gonna do great. I know you are.

OK.

OK. Shh.

[Jin] Is everything OK?

- Amy went into labor. - I know.

- Is she OK? - I don't know. There was a problem.

- Juliet's in there. - Juliet?

I pulled her out of retirement.

- Any luck? - We finished grid 133 today...

No sign of our people. No one.

Well... 134 then.

How long do we look, James?

As long as it takes.

What happened?

- It's a boy. - He's OK? She's OK?

Everyone's OK.

[groans]

How's your head?

It hurts.

- Where are my people? - They're fine.

Amy told me what happened. I appreciate what you did.

Well, you all got a funny way of showing your appreciation.

We have a defense protocol. There are hostile people on this island

and we don't get along with them. So...

why don't you tell me who the hell you are.

My name's James LaFleur. You can call me Jim.

How did you get to the island, Jim?

If my friends are safe, why are you asking me?

They told me I need to talk to you.

That you're the boat captain.

We got caught in a storm, and our ship wrecked.

Must have hit the reef.

Thankfully we washed up on shore.

- What kind of ship? - Salvage vessel.

We were searching for a famous lost wreck.

It's an old slaver out of Portsmouth, England, called The Black Rock.

- You ever heard of her? - Can't say that I have.

So, once you got washed ashore, why were you wandering in the jungle?

Some of our crew were missing... we were looking for them.

That's when we came upon your girl instead.

Hmm.

Well, I tell you what, Jim,

if your crew shows up, we'll send them along with you.

Send them where?

There's a submarine that leaves in the morning.

You and your friends, you're gonna get on it.

It's gonna drop you off in Tahiti.

You can find your way home from there.

Hold on a minute, chief. We just saved that woman's life.

Doesn't that earn us a week or two to find our people?

Nope. The only people allowed to stay are members of the Dharma Initiative.

I don't want you to take this the wrong way, please... Jim...

You are not Dharma material.

[Miles] We're screwed.

He's probably trying to explain time travel by now.

Sawyer's gonna be fine.

[Miles] What are you looking at?

I lived here for over three years. That was my house over there.

- You were in the Dharma Initiative? - No.

The Others took over these barracks

and wiped out most of the people living in them.

They brought me here on a sub a long time after that.

Well, welcome home.

Daniel... No more flash?

No.

No more flash.

The record is spinning again...

We're just not on the song we want to be on.

[little girl indistinct]

[woman] Come on, love.

Charlotte.

[Horace] Hello.

Somebody will be along shortly to show you to your rooms.

In the meantime, Mr. LaFleur here can fill you in on the situation.

- Mr. LaFleur? - It's Creole. I improvised.

- What happened in there? - Well, he believed my story.

But we're getting punted.

Bastard's putting us on their sub to Tahiti.

- How's that bad news? - [alarm]

[people shouting]

Come on! Inside!

Move, now!

Come on!

Heather, keep an eye on them.

Uh-oh.

Hello, Mr. Alpert.

Hello, Mr. Goodspeed.

I wish you'd told me. I would've turned the fence off for you.

That fence may keep other things out. But not us.

The only thing that does keep us out, Horace, is our truce.

Which you've now broken.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Where are my two men?

You know what? Getting on that sub is starting to sound like a great idea.

- What do you say? Sub? - Hold your horses, Banzai.

- No one's getting on a sub. - [door opens]

OK, LaFleur... How well did you bury those bodies?

Depends on how hard he looks.

Call the Arrow. Tell them we're at Condition One.

Take the heavy ordinance. And make sure the fence is at maximum.

Yes, sir.

- Let me talk to him. - Excuse me?

Your buddy with the eye-liner.

We had a truce. You don't understand...

I'm the one that killed his men.

I'm the one that's gonna go tell him why.

I can't let you do that.

It's a good thing I ain't asking your permission.

James? Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Not yet. But I'll figure something out.

Hello, Richard.

I'm sorry, do we know each other?

I'm the guy that killed your men.

Heard some gunshots and saw two men throwing a bag over a woman's head.

Gave them chance to walk away, but one of them took a shot at me.

- And I defended myself. - That so?

That's so.

Your people know you're telling me this?

They ain't my people, hoss.

So if you got some kind of truce with them, it ain't been broken.

If you're not a member of the Dharma Initiative, then what are you?

- Did you bury the bomb? - Excuse me?

The hydrogen bomb with "Jughead" written on the side? Did you bury it?

Yeah, I know about it.

I also know 20 years ago a bald fella limped into your camp,

fed you some mumbo jumbo about being your leader.

Then, poof... he went and disappeared right in front of you.

Any of this ringing a bell?

That man's name is John Locke and I'm waiting for him to come back.

So, you still think I'm a member of the damn Dharma Initiative?

No. I guess I don't.

But no matter who you are, two of my men are dead.

And my people need some kind of justice.

What are we gonna do about that?

[door opens, closes]

How are you doing, Amy?

- Is he gone? Alpert? - No. He's not gone.

- We told him where the bodies were. - You told him? Why?

We had to. It was the only way to maintain the truce.

Jim here worked it out with him, but...

Well, he's gonna need something from us now.

He needs to take Paul's body back with him.

[Amy gasps] No.

[groans, whimpers]

Hey, Ames... listen.

We've been friends for a long time, yeah?

So, this is completely your choice.

If you don't want to give him to them, then we will suffer the consequences.

They can take him.

He would want to keep us safe.

Can I have a minute, please?

[mouths words]

I'm sorry.

- You need some help? - Hmm? Oh...

No, I've got it, thanks.

Hey, Jim...

The sub leaving tomorrow morning returns in two weeks.

Until then, you can stay and look for the rest of your crew.

Thanks.

[Sawyer] Bought us two weeks.

Horace said we can wait for the next sub.

With any luck, Locke'll be back by then.

And then what?

What do you mean, "then what?"

Locke said he was leaving to save us.

The flashes have stopped. They're over.

No more bloody noses. We're already saved.

That sub behind you brought me here.

I've been trying to get off this island for three years. Now I've got my chance.

I'm going to leave.

You do realize it's 1974.

Whatever it is you think you're going back to... It don't exist yet.

That's not a reason not to go.

Well, what about me?

You're gonna leave me with the mad scientist

and Mr. "I Speak to Dead People"?

And Jin, who's a hell of a nice guy, but not the greatest conversationalist.

- You'll be fine. - Maybe...

But who's gonna get my back?

Come on...

Just give me two weeks. That's all I'm asking for. Two weeks.

All right, two weeks.

- Mmm. Something smells good. - [Juliet] Hey there.

Was that for me?

You were amazing today.

[chuckles]

Thank you for believing in me.

I love you.

Hmm. I love you, too.

[man snoring]

Wake up, boss.

[groaning]

- [Sawyer] How's your head? - It hurts.

I got good news and bad news. Which you want first?

[exhales] Oh... Good news.

You're a daddy.

Bad news is you missed it.

Oh, gosh... Amy... She had the baby?

- It's a boy. - A boy...

[groans]

Now how about you tell me why you were too busy drinking

and blowing up trees to see him get born?

I was, uh...

I was looking for a pair of socks.

All of mine were dirty so I went to grab a pair of Amy's and...

I found this in the back of her drawer.

It was Paul's.

- You got in a fight over a necklace? - I know.

But... It's only been three years, Jim.

Just three years that he's been gone.

Is that really long enough to get over someone?

[scoffs]

I had a thing for a girl once.

And I had a shot at her.

But I didn't take it.

For a little while, I'd lay in bed every night wondering...

if that was a mistake.

Wondering if...

I'd ever stop thinking about her.

But now, I can barely remember what she looks like.

I mean, her face is...

She's just gone.

And she ain't never coming back.

So...

Is three years long enough to get over someone?

Absolutely.

[telephone rings]

[both grunting]

What?

Wait, what?

No. Don't bring them in.

Just meet me in the north valley.

[Juliet] Who was it?

- James... what's going on? - That was Jin.

- Everything OK? - Yeah...

I just... I gotta go.

[engine off]