stop me!
- Get out! Get out of my house!
I pay the mortgage on this house!
And you won't...
- I wanna see my daughter!
- What the hell is wrong with you?
Don't you ever come back here!
I was just having a conversation
with the lady.
[woman] You need help!
- Dude, nice hole.
- What is it, Hurley?
Hey, man,
you remember that radio we made?
I was thinking maybe I could get it
to play some music. You know, for Libby.
Well, it worked only once,
and then just for a minute.
I've tried several times since
and only gotten static.
Here's the thing:
even that would be good.
Because Libby would be like,
"It's the thought that counts."
And I'll score major points.
Especially when she sees me
holding it over my head.
And why would you hold a
static-generating radio over your head?
They didn't have Say Anything
in Baghdad? It's awesome.
This dude gets his boom box,
holds it over his head
outside this chick's window,
and plays some Peter Gabriel song
for her, and, bam, the girl's his.
I mean, after her dad goes to jail.
But then he gets her.
- I think I get the idea.
- You should check it out sometime.
I mean, if we ever, you know,
get off this island.
If you want to do something nice
for Libby,
there's a beautiful beach
three kilometers from here.
You could take her there.
You think she'd like that?
I took Shannon there once.
Michael. Michael.
So it worked?
What are you talking about, John?
Your deal. The trade.
- If they gave us Michael...
- They didn't give us anything.
So it was just a coincidence
that he came wandering out?
I was shouting. He heard my voice.
What? They just let Michael go,
hoping we would keep up
our end of the bargain?
You think they're on the honor system?
- Hey.
- Hey.
[twig snaps]
Come out, come out, whoever you are.
I know you're there.
Don't make me come in after you.
[woman clears throat]
Well, well, well. What do we got here?
Was Little Red Riding Hood following the
Big Bad Wolf back to his stash o' guns?
Why don't you gimme
that one right there?
I ain't gonna "gimme" you nothing.
We've been through this, Lucy.
What you gonna do now, muchacha?
We need some damn music in here.
[music on]
- Who was she?
- Who was who?
- That woman.
- She is a very long story, Sarah.
It's Ana Lucia.
Well, I'm still Tom.
- You're pathetic, that's what you are.
- You bet your sweet ass I am.
[screech]
Why are you here?
I'm here because I can't apologize
to my son.
He tried to help me,
so I thanked him by cutting him off.
I thanked him by hating him.
You came here for the same reason
I did, kiddo.
You ran away.
My, my. Look what fate
has delivered up this time.
Come on.
Let's go have a drink or ten and be
pathetic together. What do you say?
No.
No.
It's your call.
- [thud]
- Hey, I'm walking here!
Wait!
Don't.
Let's just get the hell out of Sydney.
Let's just go. Let's go back.
I can't ever go back.
See ya, kiddo.
What?
Don't you want my phone number?
You tell anyone about this,
and I'll kill you.
Guess that takes cuddling off the table.
- Hey, there.
- Oh!
How's it going?
- This isn't what it looks like.
- And what does it look like?
It looks like something...
that it's not.
Aw, man, I'm so busted.
Hurley, I'm not here to tell you
how to act around food.
No, I'm not busted for that.
I'm busted for...
something else.
I was packing a picnic,
because I was kind of hoping
that you'd wanna go with me.
You know, as an "us" thing.
But it was a surprise.
Really?
That's very sweet.
So, do you wanna go?
- Where to?
- Can that part still be a surprise?
Yeah.
- Hey. You're back.
- Hey.
So, the Others, they didn't show up?
No. Michael's back, though.
- What happened here?
- [Locke] My fault.
I left the tap on in the bathroom sink,
and Ana wiped out and hit her head
on the counter. And I'm sorry, again.
Yeah, don't worry about it.
- [Michael groans]
- [Kate] Jack?
Jack.
I think he's waking up.
-