- Michael, what are you...?
- Stay in there, Jack!
- Hey, whatever's going on...
- Look, I'm going after my son.
I'm going after my son and nobody
is going to stop me, OK? OK?
That is my right.
That is a father's right.
[clink]
[strikes flint wheel]
[metallic squeak]
Hey.
- What are you doing out here?
- Nothing. Just getting some air.
Come on. We should talk.
- How many?
- Rifles and pistols? Eleven total.
- That's it?
- That's it.
- They took five of 'em right off us.
- How long to get to their camp?
We leave now, move fast,
middle of the night tomorrow.
They have no idea I know where they are.
They won't be expecting us.
So we get the guns and we go.
Right now, just the five of us.
No. Five's not enough.
You said there's
at least 20 of them with our guns.
- We're not sure if what you saw was...
- Hey, I know what I saw.
We take too many people,
they'll hear us coming.
I'm not taking a damn army
across the island.
Sure you're in the best place
to be making decisions now?
You got a son, Jack?
They're dead.
Ana Lucia and Libby are dead.
I mean, we haven't even buried 'em yet.
Me and you'll take Libby, OK?
- Can you...?
- Yeah. Of course.
- Sawyer, would you...?
- Yeah.
You should stay here.
We'll bury them tonight...
then we'll figure out what's next.
Hey.
Put your hands up.
Put 'em up. Don't move.
Relax, buddy. I ain't moving.
- Why don't you just put that...?
- Shut up.
- You're WaIt's old man, aren't you?
- What?
What are you doing? We need him.
[whack]
Bag him, quick.
His friends are right behind us.
[water splashes]
Hello.
- I didn't hear you come in, man.
- I left my shoes outside.
They were muddy.
- Did you find him? Henry?
- No.
I hear you're a priest.
Yes.
Guess you believe in hell, then.
For a brief time,
I served in a small parish in England.
Every Sunday after Mass
I would see a young boy
waiting at the back of the church.
And then, one day,
the boy confessed to me
that he had beaten
his dog to death with a shovel.
And he said the dog had bitten
his baby sister on the cheek,
and he needed to protect her.
And he wanted to know
whether he would go to hell for this.
I told him that God would understand.
That he would be forgiven
as long as he was sorry.
But the boy did not care
about forgiveness.
He was only afraid
that if he did go to hell,
that dog would be there waiting for him.
[retches]
[gasps for air, coughs]
[Jack] Hey.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
I was coming back to check on you.
Yeah, man. I had to get out of there.
I just... I have to get my son back.
We're gonna help you do that, Michael.
It's gotta be the way I said, man.
Just the five of us.
Otherwise it won't work. It won't work.
- We're gonna figure that out.
- I have already figured it out.
It's gotta be just the people
who already know.
You, me, Kate, Sawyer, Hurley.
That's it.
Anybody else...
Look, it puts him in more danger.
You don't get to decide this.
It's my son. It's my call.
And that's the way it has to be.
Then that's the way it'll be.
[baby coos]
Hey.
Hey, Aaron. Hey, big guy.
Hi.
- Have you seen Eko?
- No.
You know, we're building a church.
Is there something you want, Charlie?
Yeah.
I found something in the pallet
I thought you might need.
Vaccine?
I don't know what we need vaccine for,
but if anyone should have it,
you and the baby should.
It's all right.
It's a pneumatic injector.
You just put it into your leg,
and... [makes hissing noise]
it goes right in.
- Quite painless, really.
- You seem to know a lot about it.
I tried it.
I wanted to make sure it was safe
before giving it to you and the baby.
Well, how do you feel?
I mean, did it do anything?
What did it do?
I don't know. I feel fine.
Anyway, it says you're supposed to
give yourself a shot every nine days.
All right? So, I mean, there's enough
here for you and the baby for a while.
That's it.
- All right. I'll put it...
- Yeah.
-