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: How's it coming?
MICHAEL: It's coming.
JACK: As long as nobody sabotages this one as well, huh?
MICHAEL: I got people standing guard 24/7. Nobody gets near this with or without intent to burn. Hey, listen, I was thinking, the chance of a passing ship spotting this raft out there is pretty slim. We could use something to send out a distress call to any ships that might be close. Like an S.O.S.
JACK: Okay, well, look, I'll ask Sayid, but, I mean, even if he can make something like that, he's not gonna have anything to power it with.
HURLEY: Didn't Sayid say that crazy French Chick had batteries?
MARY JO: And that makes tonight's mega lotto jackpot drawing 4, 8, 15, 16, and 23,with the mega number 42. Whoever has those numbers has won or will share in a near-record jackpot.
HURLEY: Oh, you're going to like this one, ma. I mean, after everything you've been through,... like grandpa. And at the funeral, Father Aguilar getting struck by lightning. Man, that was a freak storm. And Diego moving back home after Lisa left him for that... waitress.
CARMEN REYES: Don't mention that whore to me.
HURLEY: I'm just saying you deserve something good to happen. You know... ever since I won the lottery, it's like... we've had nothing but bad luck. Like I don't know -- the money's cursed or something.
KEN HALPERIN: I would think you'd be happy. Every one of your stocks is up. Your interest in orange futures skyrocketed after those tropical storms hit Florida, and you are now the majority shareholder for a box company in Tustin.
HURLEY: A box company?
KEN HALPERIN: Mm-hmm. They make boxes. Lucrative business. Everybody needs boxes. Which reminds me -- your sneaker factory in Canada --
HURLEY: I have a sneaker factory in Canada?
KEN HALPERIN: Well, not anymore. It was destroyed in a fire last month.
HURLEY: Of course it was.
KEN HALPERIN: You might have read about it. Eight-something people died. But the good news is we over-insured it. It's going to yield you a windfall of cash. And when we add in the generous settlement from the LAPD for your false arrest, you've almost doubled your net worth in a few short months. I still can't imagine how the police mistook you for a drug dealer.
HURLEY: Bad luck.
KEN HALPERIN: Hugo, you are not the first lottery winner to believe the money's brought them nothing but trouble. It's all in your head.
HURLEY: What, you don't believe in jinxes? You know, curses?
KEN HALPERIN: I'm an accountant. I believe in numbers. Hey, where'd you get them, anyway?
KEN HALPERIN: The winning numbers. What'd you use -- somebody's birthday? Phone number.
HURLEY: Nah, it's nothing. It's just something that I, uh...
KEN HALPERIN: What?
HURLEY: That's it. It's not the money. It's the numbers. The numbers are cursed.
HURLEY: Come on, Lenny, give me something. Anything. Where'd you get the numbers?
LEONARD SIMMS: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42...
HURLEY: Is that why you're here, Lenny? 'Cause of the numbers? Did they do something to you? 'Cause I think they did something to me. I think it turned me into a jinx. Bad news to everyone around me. And when I tell people I think I'm the cause, they -- they -- they look at me like I'm nuts. They don't believe me. But I know. Ever since I won the lottery with those numbers.
LEONARD SIMMS: You used those numbers to play the l-lottery?
HURLEY: Uh... yeah.
LEONARD SIMMS: You shouldn't have done that. You've opened the box!
HURLEY: I what?
LEONARD SIMMS: You shouldn't have used the numbers!
HURLEY: Why not?
LEONARD SIMMS: It doesn't stop! You got to get away from those numbers! You got to get far, far away! Do you hear me?!
ORDERLY: All right, hey. Hey. Whoa, whoa, slow down.
LEONARD SIMMS: Oh, don't you understand?! You got to get away from them or it won't stop!
HURLEY: Lenny, the numbers! Where'd you get them?
LEONARD SIMMS: Sam Toomey! He heard them!
HURLEY: Who's Sam Toomey?
LEONARD SIMMS: He heard them in Kalgoorlie.
HURLEY: What's Kalgoorlie?
LEONARD SIMMS: It's a town where we used to work.
HURLEY: A town where?
LEONARD SIMMS: In Australia!
MARTHA TOOMEY: Sam and Leonard were stationed at a listening post monitoring long wave transmissions over the pacific. Boring job. Sam hated it. Nothing to do but listen to static night after night -- till one night, back sixteen years ago, there's something in the static. A voice cuts through -- a voice repeating those number over and over again. Couple of days later, we're at the fair in Kalgoorlie, and some Wally there's got this jar. Must have been big as a pony, and it's filled to the rim with beans. Filly's offering fifty grand to anyone able to guess how many beans are in that jar within ten.
HURLEY: Sam used the numbers.
MARTHA TOOMEY: Yep. The answer was exact to the bean. Man had been running the same scam for forty years. Nobody'd ever come close. So we won the money. On the way home, a pickup truck blows a tire on the highway, hits us head-on. Lost my leg that night.
HURLEY: What about Sam?
MARTHA TOOMEY: Barely a scratch. Most people would consider themselves lucky, but not him.
MARTHA TOOMEY: He was never the same after that. He started keeping a record. Anything terrible that happened to anyone around us --he believed it was all because he used those numbers. He moved us out herein the middle of nowhere, hoping it would stop.
HURLEY: Did it? Did he ever find a way to make it stop?
MARTHA TOOMEY: Yep. He put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
MARTHA TOOMEY: What is it you're looking for, Mr. Reyes?
HURLEY: I used them -- the numbers -- to win the lottery. And now I think I'm under the same curse.
MARTHA TOOMEY: Curse? There's no curse.
HURLEY: But you just told me --
MARTHA TOOMEY: You think I'd still have my leg if Sam hadn't have picked the right number of beans? You think that floods wouldn't have happened, that -- that homes wouldn't have burned down, that people wouldn't have died?
HURLEY: Well, yeah.
MARTHA TOOMEY: You make your own luck, Mr. Reyes. Don't blame it on the damn numbers. You're looking for an excuse that doesn't exist.
HURLEY: Please... tell me why you wrote this. What do these numbers mean, please?
DANIELLE ROUSSEAU: I don't know.
HURLEY: What? You don't know? Okay, that thing in the woods, maybe it's a monster, maybe it's a pissed-off giraffe. I don't know. The fact that no one is even looking for us - Yeah, that's weird. But I just go along with it 'cause I'm along for the ride -- good old fun-time Hurley. Well, guess what -- now, I want some freakin' answers!
DANIELLE ROUSSEAU: Our ship picked up a transmission -- a voice repeating those numbers. We changed course to investigate. After we shipwrecked, my team continued to search for the transmission source. It was weeks before we found the radio tower.
HURLEY: There's a radio tower on this island?
DANIELLE ROUSSEAU: Yes. Up by the Black Rock. Some of us continued to search for the meaning of those numbers while we waited for rescue. But then the sickness came. When my team was gone, I went back up to the tower and changed the transmission.
HURLEY: That distress signal we heard.
DANIELLE ROUSSEAU: Yes.
HURLEY: But the numbers -- did you ever find out anything about them? Do you know where they got their power?
DANIELLE ROUSSEAU: Power?
HURLEY: They bring bad stuff to everyone around you. They're cursed. You know that, right? The numbers -- they're cursed.
DANIELLE ROUSSEAU: The numbers are what brought me here. It appears, they brought you. Since that time, I've lost everything -- everyone I cared about. So, yes, I suppose you're right. They are cursed.
HURLEY: Thank you. Thank you. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for someone to agree with me. Thank you. Oh, god, thank you. Thank you so much.
CHARLIE: Back in the jungle, before we became target practice, you were gonna tell me what inspired this little... quest.
HURLEY: I think the plane crash might have been my fault.
CHARLIE: Don't be daft. How could you possibly --
HURLEY: Hey, before we came here, a lot of bad stuff used to happen whenever I was around.
CHARLIE: What do you mean, like bad luck?
HURLEY: Yeah, that's -- that'd be kind of a mellow way of describing it.
CHARLIE: Hurley, bad things happen. Planes crash, people die.
HURLEY: Dude, you really oughta let me finish.
CHARLIE: You think you're the only person with baggage?
CHARLIE: You know what I was doing when the plane went down? I was snorting heroin in the toilet. I was such a junkie, I couldn't even take a plane ride without having a fix. I suppose that was your fault as well. So how 'bout it?
CHARLIE: I just told you the biggest secret in my life. I thought you'd wanna reciprocate.
HURLEY: Okay. Back home... I'm worth $156 million.
CHARLIE: Fine. Don't tell me.
CHARLIE: I bare my soul, and all I get is bloody jokes.