SAWYER: If the shoe fits, buddy!

JACK: What is going on? What's going on?!

MICHAEL: Look, my kid found these in the jungle.

SAWYER: And this guy was sitting in the back row of business class the whole flight. Never got up. Hands folded underneath the blanket.

SAYID: Oh!

SAWYER: And for some reason --I'm just pointing this out -- the guy I saw next to him didn't make it.

SAYID: Thank you so much for observing my behavior.

SAWYER: You don't think I saw them pull you out of line before we boarded?

SAYID: Some people have problems.

HURLEY: Some people have problems -- us. Him. You're okay. I like you.

SAYID: You're okay, too.

HURLEY: Hurley. Oh, just --

SAYID: Sayid.

HURLEY: How do you know how to do all that?

SAYID: I was a military communications officer.

HURLEY: Oh, yeah? You ever see battle?

SAYID: I fought in the Gulf War.

HURLEY: No way. I got a buddy who fought over there. He was in the 104th airborne. What were you --Air Force, Army?

SAYID: The Republican Guard.

SAYID: It seems to be ... except we're not picking up a signal.

KATE: Why do we need to pick up a signal? Aren't we trying to send one?

SAYID: Yes, but what you want to see here is little bars. The bars would show the radio is getting reception.

KATE: We need the bars.

SAYID: We could broadcast blind, hope that someone -- maybe a ship somewhere picks up our distress call. But that could be a waste of the battery, which might not last that long. There is one thing we could try ...

KATE: What?

SAYID: Seeing if we can get a signal from high ground.

KATE: How high?

JACK: Pull out the shrapnel.

KATE: But you said yesterday that if you took it out --

JACK: I know, but that was yesterday. I was hoping he'd be at a hospital by now. If I leave him like this, he'll be dead within a day. If I open him up -- if I can control the bleeding and if he doesn't go into sepsis and if I can find some antibiotics -- he might be all right.

SHANNON: I think I was mean to him.

BOONE: What?

SHANNON: He's that guy from the gate -- he wouldn't let us have our seats in first class. He saved our lives.

SHANNON: I'm being what?

BOONE: What do you want me to say? You're sitting on your ass staring at bodies.

SHANNON: I've just been through a trauma here, okay?

BOONE: We've all been through a trauma. The only difference is, since the crash, you've actually given yourself a pedicure.

WALT: Did they have dice and stuff?

JOHN LOCKE: Mmm. But theirs weren't made of plastic. Their dice were made of bones.

WALT: Cool.

JOHN LOCKE: Two players. Two sides. One is light; one is dark.

BOONE: You think that's what killed the pilot?

CHARLIE: No. No, that's a tiny, teeny version compared to that.

KATE: Guys, this isn't just a bear. It's a POLAR bear.

JACK: He's out.

HURLEY: How do you know he won't wake up when you yank that thing out?

JACK: I don't.

HURLEY: Hey, guy, are you awake? Yo, there's a rescue plane! We're saved! Yay! Yeah, he's out.

SAYID/ SAWYER/ KATE: It's a polar bear.

SHANNON: Wait a minute. Polar bears don't usually live in the jungle.

CHARLIE: Spot on.

SAYID: No, polar bears don't live near this far south.

BOONE: This one does.

SAWYER: Did. It did.

KATE: Where did that come from?

SAWYER: Probably bear village. How the hell do I know?

KATE: Not the bear -- the gun.

SAWYER: I got it off one of the bodies.

SAYID: One of the bodies.

SAWYER: Yeah, one of the bodies.

SHANNON: People don't carry guns on planes.

SAWYER: They do if they're a U.S. Marshal, Sweet Cheeks. There was one on the plane.

KATE: How do you know that?

SAWYER: I saw a guy lying there with an ankle holster, so I took the gun. Thought it might come in handy. Guess what. I just shot a bear!

KATE: So why do you think he's a Marshal?

SAWYER: Because he had a clip-on badge. I took that, too. Thought it was cool.

SAYID: I know who you are. You're the prisoner.

SAWYER: I'm the what?

SAYID: You found a gun on a U.S. Marshal? Yes, I believe you did. You knew where it was, because you were the one he was bringing back to the states. Those handcuffs were on you. That's how you knew there was a gun.

SAWYER: Piss off.

SAYID: That's who you are, you son of a bitch!

SAWYER: Be as suspicious of me as I am of you.

SAYID: You are the prisoner.

SAWYER: Fine, I'm the criminal. You're the terrorist. We can all play a part.

KATE: I'm not so sure.

SAWYER: Yeah ... I've been with girls like you.

KATE: No girl's exactly like me.

SAYID: No. No, no, no, no, it's not broken. We can't transmit because something else is already transmitting.

SAWYER: What?

SAYID: Sixteen years... and five months. That's the count.

BOONE: What the hell are you talking about?

SAYID: The iterations. It's a distress call. A plea for help, a mayday. If the count is right, it's been playing over and over for sixteen years.