3 Days Ago
It's nighttime at the Others' camp. Michael is inside a yurt. Miss Klugh comes in and says, "Dinner time.""When are you going to do it?" Michael asks.
"When am I going to do what?" she asks.
"Kill me. I seen where you live. I know how to get here. You have been asking me questions I don't know the answers to for a week! I don't even think my son is alive."
"He is alive, Michael, he's standing outside right now."
"You think I'm stupid?" Michael asks.
"There's been a development, Michael," she says. "One of our people was captured by yours."
"So, go get him back."
"We can't do that. But you can. And if you do, we'll let you and Walt go free."
"I want to see my son."
"Michael-"
"I want to see him! If he's out there, you bring him in! You bring him in here right now!"
Miss Klugh gets up and says, "Pickett." She looks at Michael and says, "You have three minutes."
Pickett brings Walt in.
"Walt?" Michael says.
"Dad," he says quietly.
"Let him go! Let him go! Get your hands off him right now!" Michael's hands are tied to a pole behind his back.
"Dad, no," Walt says.
"Are you okay?" Michael asks.
"Yeah."
"Did they hurt you?"
Walt looks at Miss Klugh. She is giving him a stern look. Walt says to Michael, "They make me take tests."
"They make you what?" Michael asks.
"We're not going to talk about that," Miss Klugh says.
"How's Vincent?" Walt asks.
"He's great. He misses you. Don't be scared, man. Don't be scared. I'm going to get you out of here real soon," Michael says.
Walt quickly says, "They're not who they say they are! They're pretending!"
"Walt," Miss Klugh says, "do you want me to put you in the room again?"
"Pretending?" Michael says, "Pretending what?"
"That's enough!" Miss Klugh says. "That's it. We're done."
"No, no, no, wait!" Michael says.
Walt breaks away and runs to hug his father. He says, "Dad, help me please. Don't leave me."
"I won't, man," Michael says.
They pull Walt away and Walt yells, "I love you!"
Michael is alone with Miss Klugh and cries.
"After you release our man, I'm going to need you to do something else," she says.
"Whatever you want," he says.
She pulls out a notepad. "I'm writing four names down. Four of your friends. I need you to bring them here. You have to bring only these four people, Michael, just them. If you don't bring all the people on the list, you'll never see Walt again."
"Okay," he says.
"Do you understand, Michael?"
"What do I tell them?"
"Doesn't matter. Make up a story. They'll be angry enough to believe whatever you say." She rips the page from the notepad and hands it to Michael.
"Who's James Ford?"
"You know him as Sawyer. You know the rest of them?"
Michael looks at the list. Jack Shephard, Kate Austen, Hugo Reyes, James Ford. "Yeah, I know them. If I do all this. If I do what you say-"
"You get your son back. You both go free."
"Then I want the boat," Michael says.
Another Funeral
People gather at the graves. Kate rubs Hurley's back. Sawyer stares at the blanket covering Ana-Lucia. Further down the beach, Locke pulls out a knife and cuts the splint from his leg. He walks off with his pack, leaving his crutches behind.Jack and Sayid walk up the beach toward the graves. "I think Michael has been compromised," Sayid says. Jack stops. "Keep walking Jack."
"What do you mean compromised?"
"His actions are not those of a person telling the truth."
"Why would he lie to us?" Jack asks.
"Because I believe that a father will do anything for his son. Because I believe that Michael may have freed Henry. And because I believe that Michael is leading you into a trap.""You believe a lot of things, Sayid."
"And I also believe that Henry was one of them."
"Alright, let's go talk to him."
"No," Sayid says. "He must continue to believe that he is in control."
"Why the hell would we want to do that?"
"So we can create an advantage."
"How?"
"I don't know yet. But we have one more night to figure that out."
Jack goes and speaks at the funeral. "Ana-Lucia Cortez, before we crashed, she was a police officer. I don't think it was easy for her being here, but I think she did the best she could. She was a woman of few words and I'm going to follow in her example. Rest in peace, Ana." Jack looks over at Michael.
Hurley says, "Libby was...she was...she.." Kate rubs his back. "Libby was a psychologist or psychiatrist...one of those. Either way she probably helped a lot of people. She helped me. She was my friend. It's not fair that this happened to her, it's not." He looks at Michael. "I'm going with you." He looks back to the grave. "Goodbye, Libby."
Claire grabs Charlie's hand.
Sun looks out towards the water and says, "Boat. Boat!"
A sailboat comes their way.
