to the caves,
so, I solved the turnip headtransport issue.
This is just a blanket from the plane.
And then I got this piece of wood here that goes through this bamboo.
There you go.
It's a bjorn.
A bjorn?
Bjorn. It's dutch for... uh, "baby carrier. "
- Thanks.
- That's okay.
- Thank you.
- Oh. Thanks.
That's okay.
Let's put him in there.
- Sayid! Where is he?
- Rousseau, what -
- Sayid - where is he?
- He already left.
- I need him now!
- Jack and Kate -
There's no time! Where is Sayid?
All right, just calm down, okay? I'll get him for you.
- Stay here, all right?
- Okay.
Sayid! Sayid!
What happened out there?
What is his name?
Your child.
What is his name?
Oh, I haven't named him yet.
May I hold him?
Why do you need Sayid?
You don't want me to hold him.
No, I just fed him. I don't think it's a good idea, okay?
Please.
When did I do that?
Why did I scratch you?
What's going on?
Uh... my flight to L.A. leaves in a couple hours.
So got to get moving, you know? Uh...
Uou want to do one more bump for the road?
It's all gone.
We did it all last night. I got some champagne.
You've got to have some left.
Mnh-mnh.
Nope. It's done.
I'll look you up next time I'm in Sydney, okay?
I'll, uh... send you an autographed copy of my CD,
and then you can listen to it whenever you want.
I don't want your piece-of-crap cd from your piece-of-crap band.
Last night in the bar you said you were a fan.
Fine. I'm a huge fan.
Drivethrough is the best damn band ever.
Now just give me a bump, 'cause I know you got some.
Shaft.
Driveshaft.
What's that in your hand?
Nothing.
- Holding out on me?
- Holding out on you? No.
Give it to me.
Give you what? I'm not holding anything!
Give it to me!
I've got nothing in my hand!
Give it to me!
Get up!
Get up!
Let it go! Let it go!
- What are you, crazy?
- Let it go.
- Get off!
- Let it go!
Piss off!
- Get off of me!
- Let it go!
You're pathetic!
You're pathetic.
Sayid! Sayid!
Rousseau's on the beach! She needs you.
- Rousseau? What for?
- I don't know.
Help! Help! Someone!
Help! Someone! Help!
What happened?
Her head.
Oh, my god.
Is he all right?
Did she take my baby?
Which way did she go?
Claire, which way did she go?
I don't know!
She took my baby!
This is your fault! You brought her into the camp!
If you'd have just given me a gun -
Do not hit me again.
If you want to waste time assigning blame,
there's plenty to go around.
She has a head start. If we leave now, we can catch her.
How are we gonna do that?
Because I know where she's going.
No, please - I want my baby.
You can carry all the sticks in my pack.
The more insulation we stuff in, the better.
I think we should split 'em up.
What?
It's not smart to keep it all together, so we split 'em up.
If we need three sticks to blow the hinge, then we should bring six.
Three and three.
Fail safe, just in case one of us...
you and me then.
No, I'm taking one.
It's not gonna happen. No.
- This is why I came.
- Then you wasted a trip.
I need to do this.
Kate, no one owes anyone anything.
- I'm carrying one.
- We're done here.
- This is not your decision.
- Kate, yes, it is.
We'll draw straws.
They're coming.
We don't have time to argue about who gets to risk their life, so
we'll let fate decide.
Works for me.
What about you? Want to carry some dynamite, too?
What?
You got some...
Arnzt on you.
Short sticks carry the packs.
Looks like it's you and me, Kate.
So what's this stuff even do?
Well, the transmitter sends out an S.O.S. in case someone's listening.
And if there's anything out there,
we'll see it on this radar screen here.
Here we go.
Come on.
Someone find us.
Those are all the messages everybody wrote.
Sure are.
They're private.
Yep.
I, for one, never knew how much Tracy missed her hubby and two kids back in Fresno.
Yet she's sleeping next to good ol' Scott to keep her warm at night.
That's Steve. Scott's dead.
Whatever.