Man of Science, Man of Faith (201)



Season 1
Pilot (1)
Pilot (2)
Tabula Rasa
Walkabout
White Rabbit
House Of The Rising Sun
The Moth
Confidence Man
Solitary
Raised By Another
All the Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues
Whatever The Case May
Hearts And Minds
Special
Homecoming
Outlaws
... In Translation
Numbers
Deux Ex Machina
Do No Arms
The Greater Good
Born To Run
Exodus (1)
Exodus (2)
Exodus (3)

Season 2
Man of Science, Man of Faith
Adrift
Orientation
Everybody Hates Hugo
... And Found
Abandoned
The Other 48 Days
Collision
What Kate Did
The 23rd Psalm
The Hunting Party
Fire & Water
The Long Con
One of Them
Maternity Leave
The Whole Truth
Lockdown
Dave
SOS
Two for the Road
?
Three Minutes
Live Together, Die Alone

Season 3
A Tale of Two Cities
The Glass Ballerina
Further Instructions
Every Man for Himself
The Cost of Living
I Do
Not in Portland
Flashes Before Your Eyes
Stranger in a Strange Land
Tricia Tanaka is Dead
Enter 77
Par Avion
The Man from Tallahassee
Exposť


HURLEY: Why'd you do that? Why'd you light the fuse, man?

LOCKE: Why wouldn't I light the fuse?

HURLEY: Maybe because I was running towards you, waving my arms, yelling "don't do that?"

LOCKE: Well, you've got a point there.




JACK: I'm not really in the mood, Hurley.

HURLEY: Really? Wow, usually you're, like, Mr. Haha. There you go. Life's not so bad, right? I mean, sure the Others are coming to, like, eat us all -- and every once in a while someone blows up all over you, but you do get to sleep in every morning.

JACK: Uh-huh. And the numbers?

HURLEY: What?

JACK: "The numbers are bad" -- that's what you were yelling right when I tackled you.

HURLEY: Yeah, that's kind of a long story.

JACK: I've got time.

HURLEY: You'll think I'm crazy.

JACK: Try me.

HURLEY: Awhile ago I was in this kind of psych ward, and there was this guy, Leonard -- and all the time I knew him all he ever said were these numbers -- 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42 -- over and over and over again. And they kind of got stuck in my head. So, when I got out -- well, actually a couple of months after I got out -- I was buying a frozen burrito and I thought, hey, I should play the lottery. And I guess those numbers were still stuck in my head so I played them. And I won 114 million dollars. That's when it started happening -- my grandpa died, my house caught on fire, the chicken joint that I worked at got hit by a meteor -- well, actually meteorite. Okay, so tonight I see the same freaking numbers on the hatch thing -- just written on the side -- and that's why I tried to stop it -- because that thing is cursed, man.

JACK: You were in a psych ward?

HURLEY: I'm not crazy




SARAH: What's happened to me?

JACK: You have a fracture-dislocation of your thoracic lumbar spine with multiple crushed vertebrae -- your back is broken. Your spleen is ruptured and bleeding into your abdomen and that has to be stopped. I'm going to perfrom surgery and repair as much damage as possible. But even the most optimistic result puts the likelihood of retaining any feeling or mobility anywhere below the waist extremely unlikely.

SARAH: Oh.

CHRISTIAN SHEPARD: Dr. Shepard, may I have a word, please.

JACK: So, what did I do wrong?

CHRISTIAN SHEPARD: You did something wrong?

JACK:You're frowning.

CHRISTIAN SHEPARD: My face is always this way.

JACK: Dad, hey, c'mon, let's hear it.

CHRISTIAN SHEPARD: You might want to try handing out some hope every once in awhile. Even if there's a 99 percent possibility that they're utterly, hopelessly screwed, folks are much more inclined to hear that 1 percent chance that things are going to be okay.

JACK: Her spine's crushed. I tell her that everything's going to be okay -- that's false hope, dad.

CHRISTIAN SHEPARD: Maybe. Maybe, but it's still hope.




SARAH: Come here. Come here. I want to tell you a little secret. Come on, closer. It's okay. I know I'm not going to be dancing anymore. I can still roll around at my wedding. You're invited, okay.

JACK: I'm going to fix you.




DESMOND: I was almost a doctor once.

JACK: Small world.

DESMOND: You a doctor then? So what's your excuse?

JACK: Excuse?

DESMOND: To run like the devil's chasing you. My excuse - I'm training.

JACK: Training for what?

DESMOND: A race around the world.




JACK: Sarah, the damage to your back was extensive. I did everything I could but your spinal column was... I couldn't repair it. You're going to be paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of your life. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Sarah.

SARAH: You're yanking my chain, right?

JACK: No.

SARAH: Then how come I can wiggle my toes?






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