and you stay there.
Now!
Huh, that's really wonderful.
Oh, thanks.
For my son. He's gonna be 2 next week.
Yeah? I didn't know you have a kid.
Yeah.
Yeah, um, he lives in Amsterdam with his mom.
Ever go to visit him?
No.
No, not yet.
I had a little, you know, run-in with a car.
I never know what to write.
- How about a joke?
- I don't know.
What kind of joke?
How about, "what's black, white, and red all over?"
Yeah. The newspaper, right?
A penguin with a sunburn.
That's really dumb.
Trust me, mother of four talking here. He'll get a kick out of it.
Hello, Michael.
Susan.
I finally called Andy when I hadn't heard from you in over two months.
I had to hear about your accident from him. You should've called me.
Yeah, well, considering how our last conversation went...
I'm so sorry about that.
- Did you bring Walt?
- No, no, he's at home.
Oh. With Brian.
So, what are you doing here, anyway?
I came to see you.
So I look pretty good, huh?
Not that bad.
The nurses say you're expected to make a full recovery.
Yeah. After a year of physical therapy.
A year.
I'm covering all your medical costs.
What?
I've already spoken to the hospital administrator,
and all your bills are coming directly to me.
What is this about?
Brian and I are getting married.
How nice for, uh...
You don't have to say anything. Just listen.
We're moving to Italy at the end of the month.
Brian's taking over the firm's rome offices.
Sounds like Brian's on a roll.
And he wants to adopt Walt.
I know this is hard,
but just think about it.
You're kidding me, right?
Consider what's best for Walt.
You can keep holding on if you want, but ask yourself
why you're doing that. Is it really for him...
or is it for you?
Uh, dude, your kid's gone.
What?
He just grabbed the dog and took off.
I know where he's gone.
Locke!
Where the hell is he?
What?
I'm not in a mood for your games, man. Where is Walt?
- Walt's not here, Michael.
- Don't lie to me.
Hey, man, he's not here. Look around.
Hey, I'm not talking to you.
I told him this morning that he couldn't be around me anymore.
I'm trying to respect your wishes.
Well, then if he's not -
Let's go find your boy.
Thanks...
You really didn't have to help, you know.
I could've managed.
I've had my share of manly encounters.
I just thought you could use the company.
You okay?
Yeah.
It's weird.
I barely knew her - barely know her. Claire.
She's been missing over a week, and
every day she's gone, it feels like...
bits of me are crumbling, or... something.
I think it's right that you should keep her stuff safe,
till she gets back.
Yeah.
Come on, Vincent.
Vincent, cut it out!
Cut it out, Vincent! What's wrong?
Vincent!
Vincent!
Vincent!
You should have seen him trying to weasel his way out.
Anything not to let the case go forward.
He was arguing it wasn't his jurisdiction.
- Oh, you're kidding me.
- I wish I was.
Same argument third time in a row.
Barkley said it was an immigration issue.
Barkley. That's classic.
He thinks because I'm new to Australian law that I'm some kind of yokel or something.
Hey... hello. Homework.
I told you I need help.
He needs help.
I'm a lawyer, sweetheart. I can tell when someone's stalling.
Who cares about birds of Australia, anyway?
We're in Australia.
You okay?
I'm feeling kinda... flu-ey.
Shouldn't we be studying birds of Egypt or something?
You haven't been sleeping much lately. Maybe you need to take a personal day.
I picked the bronze cuckoo. It's funny. You wanna see?
I mean, it doesn't look funny. It's just the name.
Sleeping in late... that's too much of a fantasy.
Hey, Brian, look. Look.
You're not looking.
You're not looking.
Oh, my god.
Is it dead?
Yeah. Poor guy.
Vincent!
Vincent!
Michael Dawson?
Yeah. Can I help you?
I'm Brian Porter.
Susan's Brian?
Can I come in?
I need to talk to you.
Susan know you're here, man?
Susan died yesterday.
Please.
Um... she, um...
It turns