.
- I love you.
- I love you, too, mommy.
Let's go. Down you go.
All right, be real quiet.
Laura, open this door!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Go away!
Stop it!
What the hell is wrong with you?
I'm calling the police! Get out of here!
What are you doing? What the hell are you doing with a gun? Get out -
It'll come back around.
Boar took your tarp?
It was dark, but, yeah, pretty sure it was a boar.
I thought the boar had vacated this area.
Well, genius, I think we got some bad info.
What was he doing inside your tent?
It was staring at me.
Then it came at me, so I hit it, and it ran off into the jungle.
With your tarp.
Perhaps he wanted to go camping.
You enjoying yourself?
Yes.
Well...
laugh it up, Muhammed.
But I come back and find my stuff's gone,
I'm coming after you.
Sayid?
What did you hear?
After you ran into the french woman,
you said you heard something in the jungle.
I was injured and I was exhausted. My mind was playing tricks.
What did you hear?
I thought I heard whispering.
What was it saying?
Why?
Did you hear something?
Forget it. I didn't hear anything.
What are you so afraid of?
You're the one trembling, sweetness.
Okay, this is really awkward.
But if I don't say something now,
things are liable to get downright embarrassing.
Hibbs.
Hello, Sawyer.
Ma'am, I must apologize.
I figured my good friend Sawyer here would be alone.
I just need a few minutes.
Listen, baby -
- Baby, who is this?
- Listen.
You go down to the bar. You get a drink.
No, I don't want to leave you here.
As soon as I get rid of him,
then I'll come get you and I'll explain everything.
- But -
- Listen.
Just trust me on this. I will find you.
I promise. Promise.
I got to hand it to you, Sawbucks -
how you find women that beautiful to work your grift.
Now, if I'm not mistaken,
I'm fairly certain I said I'd kill you if I ever saw you again.
That's why I'm here.
To make things right.
Besides, we both know you ain't the killing type.
Here.
Figure that makes us even for the Tampa job.
What could possibly make us even for the Tampa job?
How about the known whereabouts of the man who ruined your life?
I'm gonna make myself a drink. You want one?
You remember old man Parks, right?
Ran capper for us on that gig in Atlanta?
Yeah, what about him?
He's been working the wire at an off-track parlor down in Sydney.
So last week,
one of his regulars gets a little too sauced,
starts running his mouth off about his glory days as a grifter.
That guy. Frank Duckett.
Real hard-luck case - gambling addict, alcoholic.
Runs a shrimp truck.
Back in the day, this guy Duckett was quite the hustler.
He ran the romance angle.
Hook the wife, take the husband for all the money.
Was pretty good at it, too, from what I hear.
Until sadly one of his marks in despair
took a gun, shot up his wife, and blew his own head off.
All in front of their little boy.
I paid Tony to pull his jacket.
Turns out Frank Duckett used to be named Frank Sawyer,
a name I believe you appropriated for yourself.
This is him?
That's him.
Thanks for the loaner.
Always a pleasure.
So is anyone curious where they came from?
The others knew there was a marshal on the plane.
I guess they just assumed he was traveling alone,
protecting them from terrorists.
Sounds like a good theory to me.
Did you get all the guns back?
All except one.
Who?
How about I give you three guesses?
Sawyer.
I can get it back.
Really.
How are you gonna do that?
Speak his language.
You've done this before, Kate,
and if I remember it right,
you made out with him,
and he never even had what you said you could get.
Well, I only made out with him because torturing him didn't work.
Let him keep the gun. It's not worth it.
You worried he's gonna shoot me if I ask?
I just don't want you to owe him anything.
- Hey.
- Hi.
How you feeling?
Very pregnant.
I had some dreams last night.
Actually, more like memories.
You were in them.