wrong.
- Perhaps.
But that's really not the point, is it?
You handled yourself very well in there.
Did I?
I've put in for your reassignment to intelligence division, if you still wish it.
Yes, sir. Very much so.
Good. But stop calling me "sir" when it's just the two of us.
You're my superior officer, Omar - for now.
And I'll enjoy it while it lasts.
That reminds me, Sayid.
In addition to your increased responsibilities,
a promotion is commensurate with your move.
That is, if you won't miss being a communications officer.
I am willing to make that sacrifice.
Good.
- Hi.
- Yo. What's this?
They were in the jungle. They must have fallen from the plane.
What are you guys doing out in the jungle at night?
Best time to hunt.
Ethan here has some experience.
He spotted some tracks looked like they might be rabbit or some other rodent.
Rodent. Yum.
I figured people are starting to get tired of eating boar meat.
Mm. You got that right.
All right, well, I'll take a look at these,
see if there's anything useful.
Okay.
Mr. Locke.
Are you going back out to hunt?
For a bit.
Can I go with you? I mean,
I just want to learnhow to do what you do.
Walt!
I was just - I was justtalking to mr. Locke about -
I know what you were doing. Not gonna happen, man. Get back to bed.
Whoa. Dude...
Please just listen to me!
I keep telling you I don't know who Alex is!
I'm a survivor of a plane crash.
I found the wire on the beach.
I followed it.
I thought it might have something to do with...
a transmission we picked up on a receiver...
a recording, a mayday
with a french woman repeating on a loop for 16 years.
16 years.
Has it really been that long?
You...
you just happened to hear my distress call?
I know what you are.
Rousseau.
- How do you know my name?
- I read it.
There, on the jacket.
What is this place?
Those batteries -
they wouldn't be able to produce enough power
to transmit your distress call all these years.
Broadcasts from somewhere else.
But they control it now.
They?
You.
And the others like you.
I don't know who you think I am. I've already told you.
- I am not -
- Sayid?
How do you know my -
My name was on a jacket. Yours is on the envelope you carry.
Who is she?
The woman in the photographs.
Nadia.
Her name is Nadia.
We cannot tie Noor Abed Jazeem directly to the bombing,
but we know whereher sympathies lie.
She's a known associate of Kurdish and Shiite insurgents.
You think she knows who orchestrated the bombing?
Well, that, my friend, is exactly what you will find out.
Noor Abed Jazeem.
I'm going to ask you some questions.
If you refuse to cooperate, I'm going to hurt you. Do you understand?
Nobody calls me Noor, Sayid.
You of all people should know that.
What?
You don't remember me?
Am I so different from the little girl in the schoolyard who used to push you in the mud?
Nadia.
And your mother would tell my mother, "why must you pick onlittle Sayid?"
And I'd answer, "because he ignores me. "
You had enough attention, with your family's wealth and...
your charm.
Such things matter little to children.
But then you always were older than your years, weren't you, Sayid?
Not old enough to understand that being pushed in the mud was a sign of affection.
Now you're a traitor to your country.
Tell me what you know about the bombing, Nadia.
Tell me, or I swear I will hurt you.
Oh, I know, Sayid.
This is not my first interrogation by the Republican Guard.
This is where they burned me with acid.
They pierced my hands with a drill.
Would you like to see the soles of my feet?
Where they flayed the skin off.
These are handiworks of your friends.
The people you swear allegiance to.
If you were innocent, I'm sorry.
But this bombing is a different matter.
- Nadia...
- Go on, Sayid.
Do your work.
I'm not going to tell you anything.
Then I'm going to hurt you.
I know.
You have a bullet wound.
I was a soldier.
You were?
And are you still?
It