Whatever The Case May (112)
House Of The Rising Sun
Raised By Another
All the Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues
Whatever The Case May
Hearts And Minds
... In Translation
Deux Ex Machina
Do No Arms
The Greater Good
Born To Run
Man of Science, Man of Faith
Everybody Hates Hugo
... And Found
The Other 48 Days
What Kate Did
The 23rd Psalm
The Hunting Party
Fire & Water
The Long Con
One of Them
The Whole Truth
Two for the Road
Live Together, Die Alone
A Tale of Two Cities
The Glass Ballerina
Every Man for Himself
The Cost of Living
Not in Portland
Flashes Before Your Eyes
Stranger in a Strange Land
Tricia Tanaka is Dead
The Man from Tallahassee
JACK: Sayid ... I need you to take me back to the Frenchwoman. Rousseau. Claire's still out there. Now, Rousseau mentioned that there are ... others on this island.
SAYID: Her mind is gone.
JACK: You heard them yourself.
SAYID: I don't know what I heard.
JACK: You said that you -
SAYID: The wind, Jack. It was the wind playing tricks.
JACK: Okay, then what about the papers that you took from her then? The documents, the maps -- I mean, isn't there anything that --
SAYID: I'm skilled at mathematics and decryption, but these equations are beyond anything I've ever seen. There are these notes in French accompanying some of the maps and diagram. If I could translate them, I might be able to make sense of it, but ...
SAYID: Perhaps some things are best left untranslated.
BOONE: I'm glad to see you're doing something productive with your time.
SHANNON: Where have you been?
BOONE: What do you mean where have I been?
SHANNON: You and Locke have been leaving before sunrise and coming back after dark for the last four days. What are you doing out there? Is he your new boyfriend?
BOONE: We're looking for Claire.
SHANNON: I thought there was no trail anymore, that no one even knew where to look.
BOONE: Yeah, well, at least I'm doing something. Don't you see the way they look at us around here? They don't take us seriously. We're a joke. I'm trying to contribute something, and you're just -- you're useless.
ROSE: Hello, Charlie. Oh, that's right. You're not talking much these days. But it doesn't mean you get to be rude.
CHARLIE: Excuse me?
ROSE: Everybody else is helping us move the camp up the beach, except for you.
CHARLIE: Are you serious?
ROSE: You think you're the only one on this island that's got something to be sad about?
KATE: We got a problem.
JACK: We have a problem or ... you have a problem?
KATE: Jack, you're the only one who knows about me. Before I left for Sydney, the Marshal who was escorting me, he had this silver case. The Airline wouldn't let him bring him the case on the plane. It was hard enough trying to convince them to let him wear a gun on his ankle. But the case -- they made him check it.
JACK: What was in the case?
KATE: Some traveling money. Some of his personal stuff. And four 9 millimeters with a few boxes of ammo.
SAWYER: Doctor. So what can I do you for? Figured she'd get you to do her dirty work for her. So, what, we gonna wrestle for it?
JACK: No, you're gonna give it to me.
SAWYER: Am I?
SAWYER: I'm just gonna give it to you?
SAWYER: Why would I want to do that?
SAWYER: Yeah? Go on.
JACK: That's the antibiotic I've been giving you for the knife wound in your arm. You're right in the middle of a treatment cycle now, if I keep giving you the pills, you're gonna be as right as rain. But I'm gonna stop giving you the pills. And for two days you're gonna think you're all good. Then it's gonna start to itch. The day after that, the fever's gonna come and you're gonna start seeing red lines running up and down your arm. Day or two after that, you'll beg me to take the case just to cut off your arm.
SAWYER: That's a nice story, Jack. And even if it were true, I don't think you could do it.
JACK: You're wrong.
SAWYER: She tell you what's inside? Yeah, me neither. Hope you got yourself some jaws of life back in cave town, 'cause that's what it's gonna take to pop this bitch.
JACK: I'll figure something out.
SAWYER: I know you think you're doing her a favor, but however she talked you into doing this, she lied, brother.
JACK: What is it?
KATE: It's nothing.
JACK: What is it, Kate?
KATE: You wouldn't understand.
JACK: I want the truth. Just this once. What is it?
KATE: It belonged to the man I loved.
JACK: The truth.
KATE: It belonged to the man I loved!
JACK: Stop lying to me!
KATE: I'm not!
JACK: Tell me the truth!
KATE: It belonged to the man I killed!