The 23rd Psalm (210)



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


MICHAEL:You breaking in or breaking out?

LOCKE: I used to love those old silent movies where the robbers would crack a combination lock with their ear pressed up against the safe. And the money they stole was always in a white bag with a big dollar sign on it.

MICHAEL: Silent movies, huh? You're not that old, man.

LOCKE: I'm old enough.

MICHAEL: You set the combination?

LOCKE: With the new folks joining us I figure we better limit people's access to the guns. Can't have just anyone who wants one walk in and help themselves -- which I'm guessing is why you're here, Michael.




EKO: 50.

TOUGH MOROCCAN: 50 what?

EKO: 50 is what I will pay you in exchange for the favor you are asking me to do.

TOUGH MOROCCAN: A favor?

EKO: You have a large quantity of heroin in a country that has no poppies and no market for its sale. Your drugs are of no value here, so you must get them out. The borders are all guarded by the military so you must fly. But as I'm sure you are aware the only private planes currently allowed into the air are either U.N. aid or the Catholic missionaries. And so you have come to me for a favor. I will buy your heroin -- for 50.




EKO: So I come to visit you for the first time in 3 years and you won't hear my confession? You know, Monsignor would have said he failed to raise a proper Catholic boy.

YEMI: Well, why waste your time confessing. It won't help you.

EKO: It won't?

YEMI: No, for confession to mean something you must have a penitent heart.

EKO: You and your guilt, Yemi. I've only done what I needed to do to survive. How is that a sin?




EKO: Yemi, I understand that you live in a world where righteousness and evil seem very far apart, but that is not the real world. I am your brother and I would never do anything to hurt you, but my friends -- if you do not do what I ask -- they will burn this church to the ground. Is that worth less than the price of your name on a piece of paper? Think of the lives you will save.

YEMI: My signature does not make you a priest, Eko. You could never be a priest.

EKO: How many of the statues do you have left? The Virgin Mary statues, how many?

YEMI: I don't know -- 300.

EKO: I will take all of them. I guess we are both sinners now.

YEMI: Perhaps we are but God will forgive me, Eko.




CHARLIE: Uh, I'm lost. It was dark. I was following Sayid. Right afterwards a big bag of rocks fell on my head so I'm sorry if I'm a bit spotty with the geography.

EKO: Climb that tree.

CHARLIE: What?

EKO: Climb that tree and perhaps you will be able to get your bearings or spot the plane.

CHARLIE: You climb it. What if I don't? You going to beat me with your Jesus stick? I find it a little odd that your scripture stick has dried blood on it.

EKO: Are you going to climb that tree, or not?

CHARLIE: What kind of priest are you, anyway?




EKO: Did you see it?

CHARLIE: Yeah, I saw it. What the bloody hell did you do?

EKO: I did nothing.

CHARLIE: Most people, when they see a creature made of swirling black smoke, they run.

EKO: I was not afraid of it.

CHARLIE: I can see that. That thing kills people.




CHARLIE: So, are you a priest or aren't you?

EKO: Yes, I am. The Lord is my Shepard I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the shadow of the valley of death, I fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod, thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen.






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