CHARLIE: What do you remember?

CLAIRE: Um, I -- I was on a plane. Um, f-flying to L.A. from Sydney.

JACK: Claire ... we were all on that plane. It crashed here, on this island.

JACK: That was almost a month ago.

CLAIRE: No. I-I'm due in --

JACK: Your baby's fine. He's kicking. Everything's normal. Okay?

CLAIRE: Well, if it's been almost a month, then why hasn't somebody come to get us?

LOCKE: You were right beside me, Boone. You know as much as I do.

BOONE: Where'd she come from? I mean, we were out pretty deep. Nothing's out there. She didn't say anything at all about Ethan?

LOCKE: Apparently, she doesn't even remember Ethan.

BOONE: The guy pretends to be one of us. He drags her to the jungle for almost two weeks. She doesn't remember him?

LOCKE: Apparently.

BOONE: You think he's around?

LOCKE: I sure hope not.

CHARLIE: What are you getting at?

SAYID: Ethan infiltrated us. Whoever he is and wherever he comes from, he's intelligent. Who's to say he didn't even send Claire?

CHARLIE: You're off your head, mate --

JACK: Charlie, calm down. That's a stretch, Sayid.

SAYID: Then tell me, doctor, how many times have you diagnosed actual amnesia, and such a selective brand of it?

JACK: Okay, it's rare, but she's been through a major trauma. It is possible that her memory reset to the crash.

LOCKE: And the chances of that memory returning?

JACK: I don't know.

LOCKE: Calm down, Charlie. We don't want the others to get upset.

CHARLIE: No, forget the others. He's out there right now, Locke.

JACK: I think he's right. A man threatens to kill one of us unless we bring him Claire, and, what, we just wait for that to happen? We tracked him once before. We can track him again.

LOCKE: You both seem to have forgotten how that turned out. He bested you physically. He hung you from a tree. Running into the jungle unarmed is not going to get the job done.

CHARLIE: Winston? No thanks. I heard he's quite moldy.

JACK: Unh-unh. No. I hand them out, someone hears something out in the jungle, gets scared, the chances of us shooting each other are much higher than of us shooting him.

KATE: We're beyond sharpening knives here, Jack.

JACK: I'm not putting guns in untrained hands.

LOCKE: Well, if we don't bring Claire to him ... It's rhetorical, Jack. The same thing happens tonight happened last night.

JACK: Do you think you can track him?

LOCKE: What? I'm sorry?

JACK: We know where he attacked Jin and Charlie. Do you think you can pick up the trail?

LOCKE: Well, maybe, but I wouldn't.

JACK: You wouldn't?

LOCKE: Jack, I'm not a cold man. I feel for the loss of one of our own, but nothing fundamental has changed. Whoever he is, wherever he comes from, we are on Ethan's turf. He has the advantage. To him, we're nothing more than a bunch of ... scared idiots with sharp sticks.

JACK: What if I told you that I had a way to get the advantage back?

LOCKE: Then I would ask, "What way might that be, Jack?"

JACK: Do you know how to handle a gun or not?

SAWYER: Well, I know at least one polar bear who seems to think so.

JACK: Sorry, we're out of guns, and no one goes out there unarmed.

SAWYER: How much ammo you got?

JACK: A hundred rounds, give or take.

SAWYER: All 9's, right? 9-millimeters? The guns?

JACK: Yeah. Why?

SAWYER: 'Cause if the lady wants to come... Lifted this off the Marshal back in the old days. You remember him, don't you? Surly guy, kind of square jaw? Carried a sig-9?

JACK: Yeah, I remember you shot him ... and missed.

SAWYER: Yeah, well ... bygones. And, hell ... five guns are better than four.

CHARLIE: Because he deserved to die.

JACK: He could have told us where he came from, what he wanted with Claire, why he even took her ...

CHARLIE: Do you really think he would have told us anything, Jack? I wasn't going to let that animal anywhere near her again. Ever.

LUCY HEATHERTON: You made a mistake. My father's sales manager comes here to my house to return a cigarette case that the E.M.T.s pulled from your suit pocket at the bloody hospital, and it still smells of your sick.

CHARLIE: Lucy, I didn't mean to -

LUCY HEATHERTON: Oh, you meant to, Charlie. You meant to from the start. You're a liar. I believed you, and you lied. I thought you wanted to ... you said ... you selfish bastard!

CHARLIE: Lucy, if I can just explain --

LUCY HEATHERTON: Just tell me one thing, and don't you dare lie to me. I get why you pretended to like me. I understand why you stole -- because you're a junkie. But I don't understand why you took the job. Why did you take the job, Charlie?

CHARLIE: I guess ... I ... I wanted to be respectable. I wanted you to think that I could take care of you.

LUCY HEATHERTON: You'll never take care of anyone.