something to eat? You're exhausted. I can't tell that kid I lost his dog because I was exhausted. - I'll circle around behind him. - OK. Vincent! Sayid? Sayid? Where are you!? Sayid! Sayid? Walt? What are you doing here? Shannon! What is it? What? Why do you want to get down there so bad? "-ly". Why do I want to get down there so "badly"? Jack thinks I'm crazy, doesn't he? Why? Cos you want to drop into a hatch that's been locked from the inside by a foot-thick steel door that says "Quarantine"? Look at the bright side: the damage is done. Bright side. And if Jack thinks I've lost it, I can't blame him, really. Then again, five hours ago I was pulled into a hole by what appeared to be a column of black smoke. Did you see it, Kate? Then I guess we're both crazy. I wonder what Jack thinks he saw. You should go ahead, man. Don't want Locke making time with your girl. Joke, dude. Not really in the mood, Hurley. Really? Wow. Usually you're like, Mr Ha-ha. There ya go. Life's not so bad, right? Sure, the Others are coming to like, eat us all, and every once in a while someone blows up all over you, but we do get to sleep in every morning. And the numbers? - What? - "The numbers are bad." That's what you were yelling right when I tackled you. - Yeah. It's kind of a long story. - I've got time. - You'll think I'm crazy. - Try me. A while ago, I was in this kind of psych ward and there was this guy, Leonard. All the time I knew him, all he ever said were these numbers. "4, 8, 1 5, 1 6, 23, 42". Over and over and over again. And they kind of got stuck in my head. So when I got out... well, actually a couple months after I got out, I was buying a frozen burrito and thought "l should play the lottery", and I guess those numbers were stuck in my head, so I played them. And I won... $1 1 4 million. That's when it started happening. My grandpa died, my house caught on fire, the chicken joint that I worked at got hit by a meteor... Well, actually, a meteorite. OK, so, tonight, I see the same freaking numbers on that hatch thing. Just written on the side. And that's why I tried to stop it, because that thing is cursed, man. You were in a psych ward? - I'm not crazy. - I'm not saying you are. - So, what, that's it? That's all? - What do you want me to say? - How about you believe me? - Hurley, they're numbers. What's that thing where doctors make you feel better just by talking to you? - Bedside manner. - Yeah, that. Yours sucks, dude. What happened to him? Just try to relax, OK? The car that I hit. The other driver was older... He died in the ER. I can't feel anything. I know. What's happened to me? You have a fracture dislocation of your thoracic lumbar spine, with multiple crushed vertebrae. Your back is broken. Your spleen is ruptured and bleeding into your abdomen and has to be stopped. I'm gonna operate and repair as much as possible, but even the most optimistic result puts the likelihood of retaining any feeling or mobility anywhere below the waist at... extremely unlikely. Dr Shephard, may I have a word, please? - So, what'd I do wrong? - You did something wrong? - You're frowning. - My face is always this way. Dad, hey, come on, let's hear it. You might want to try handing out some hope every once in a while? Even if there's a 99 per cent probability that they're hopelessly screwed, folks are much more inclined to hear that one per cent chance that things are gonna be OK. Her spine is crushed. I tell her that everything's gonna be OK, that's false hope, Dad. Maybe. Maybe. But it's still hope. X-ray to the ER. I know what I saw! It was him. It was Walt. - Please lower your voice. - I heard whispers. - Where? - Everywhere. - What whispers? Who? - I don't know! "Them". - Something happened to the raft? - Nothing happened. - Walt was with your husband, Sawyer... - Sayid, I know what I saw! ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Кодекс молчания на английском - текст Амадей на английском - текст Иллюзия полета на английском - текст Десять негритят на английском - текст Зима приносит смерть на английском |