chief of surgery.
Was?
Yeah, I was.
So we're in hell, huh?
Don't let the air conditioning fool you, son.
You are here, too.
And you are suffering.
But don't beat yourself up about it.
It's fate.
Some people are just supposed to suffer.
That's why the Red Sox will never win the damn series.
I have a son - he's about your age.
He's not like me.
He does what's in his heart.
He's a good man.
Maybe a great one.
And right now...
he thinks that I hate him.
He thinks I feel betrayed by him.
But what I really feel...
is gratitude and pride
because of what he did to me.
What he did for me.
It took more courage than I have.
There's a pay phone over here.
I could pick it up, and I could call my son.
I could tell him about all of this.
I could tell him that I love him.
One simple phone call, and I could fix everything.
Then why don't you?
Because I am weak.
This, uh...
this business that you have...
will it ease your suffering?
Yeah.
Then what are you doing here?
It ain't that simple.
Of course it is.
Unless you want to end up like me, of course it is.
You're developing quite a talent.
Yeah.
I get it.
You're here to check up on me.
You killed a man.
A man who killed one of us.
Who kidnapped Claire.
Who strung me up and left me for dead. He deserved to die.
I'd do it again in a minute.
Pardon me if I'm fresh out of bad feeling.
When I was in the army in Tikrit in Iraq,
the man who lived next door was a policeman.
One day his car was rigged with a bomb.
It killed his wife and three young children instead.
They caught the man who did it.
I volunteered to be on the firing squad,
and I did my duty without a single ounce of remorse.
Then for no reason,
I found myself waking up at night,
replaying what I did in my head.
Looks like you're the one who needs checking up on.
All I'm saying is that what happened with Ethan
will be with you for the rest of your life.
Any suggestions?
You're not alone.
Don't pretend to be.
I take comfort knowing someday
this is all gonna be a real nice shopping complex.
Maybe even an automall.
Where you going?
Know what that is?
A whole in the mud.
It's a wallow.
What the hell's a wallow?
Boar's wallow.
It's his den where he sleeps.
And these tree rubbings from his tusks.
You mean he's around here?
Maybe.
Wait, Sawyer -
Gotcha! Aah!
I thought it'd be bigger.
Funny. Now we know daddy's got to be around here.
Here, piggy, piggy, piggy!
Sawyer, put it down! That's not funny!
Here, piggy, piggy, piggy!
Hey, what is the matter with you, Sawyer?
You're gonna hurt it!
We're right over here!
Not funny!
- Here, piggy -
- Ow! Aah!
- You're sick.
- I didn't hurt it.
Find your own way home.
No problem!
Sawyer.
I got a letter for you.
"Dear mr. Sawyer... "
Who?
You used to go by the name of Sawyer.
What the hell are you talking about?
You didn't have to.
Tell Hibbs I would have paid.
How do you know Hibbs?
You don't -
you don't know what you're doing, do you?
You borrowed money from Hibbs?
I was gonna pay.
It'll come back around.
Kate!
It's just a boar.
Let's get back to camp.
Hey.
Hey.
Want to take that walk now?
Sure.
Stick 'em up.
Trying to be funny?
Yeah.
I was fresh out of pies to throw at you.
Here you go, sheriff.
I asked you for this two days ago.
And I told you to stick it.
But I made a deal with your girlfriend.
What did she give you?
Kate. What did she give you?
Nothing she wasn't willing to part with.
That's why the Red Sox will never win the series.
What's that?
Huh?
What'd you just say?
I said that's why the Red Sox will never win the series.
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
It's just something my father used to say
so he could go through life knowing that people hated him.
Instead of taking responsibility for it, he just put it on fate.
Said he was made that way.
Your daddy -
he a doctor, too?
Was.
He's dead.
Why do you want to know about my father?
No reason.
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