Live Together, Die Alone (223)

Season 1
Pilot (1)
Pilot (2)
Tabula Rasa
White Rabbit
House Of The Rising Sun
The Moth
Confidence Man
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
Exodus (1)
Exodus (2)
Exodus (3)

Season 2
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
Maternity Leave
The Whole Truth
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

JACK: So, before you ran off, I guess you just forgot to mention that you still have a sailboat. Why'd you come back?

DESMOND: Do you think I did it on purpose? I was sailing for two and half weeks, bearing due West and making 9 knots. I should have been in Fiji in less than a week. But the first piece of land I saw wasn't Fiji, was it? No. No, it was here -- this, this island. And you know why? Because this is it. This is all there is left. This ocean and this place here. We are stuck in a bloody snow globe. There's no outside world. There's no escape.

SAYID: On the way to the funeral I told you that Michael had been compromised by the Others, and then you asked me how we might take advantage of that. I believe fate has given us our answer -- the boat.

JACK: The boat?

SAYID: This camp Michael is leading you to across the island -- that is where they will set their trap. While Michael leads you by land, I can approach far more quickly by sea. And I can go ashore undetected.

JACK: Go ashore and do what?

SAYID: Scout them -- their numbers and positions, their weapons. Then I'll go to the nearest beach and start a signal fire with these. They burn with a dark, black smoke. You and your team will come to meet me at the signal and we will go in together.

JACK: We're not even sure if Michael's been turned by them.

SAYID: He has been turned.

JACK: I'll have to tell Kate, and Hurley and Sawyer what we're doing.

SAYID: No. Michael cannot sense we know he is lying. All we have is the element of surprise, Jack. Right now it's only your responsibility to keep it secret.

JACK: Black smoke, huh?

SAYID: This time they will know that we are coming.

HURLEY: No way. I'm not even going to kill someone.

SAWYER: Ain't that the point?

HURLEY: I thought the point was to get Walt back.

DESMOND: Damn, um, I'm sorry. I've just arrived and I spent all my American money on a taxi.

LIBBY: I've got it.

DESMOND: That's not necessary.

LIBBY: It's just 4 bucks.

DESMOND: I don't suppose you have 42,000 more of those do you?

LIBBY: Depends on what it's for.

DESMOND: I was joking.

LIBBY: No you weren't.

LIBBY: So, a sailing race around the world?

DESMOND: I have 8 months to get into the best shape of my life. I'll tell you what, miss, I'm going to win.

LIBBY: And what do you get if you do?

DESMOND: What really matters is who I win it for.

LIBBY: Charles Widmore.

DESMOND: He tried to buy me off. And when I didn't take his money, he took away the only thing in the world that I ever truly cared about.

LIBBY: Who is she?

DESMOND: His daughter. I was unsuitable on several levels.

LIBBY: And what' the 42 grand for?

DESMOND: It's a wee bit complicated. As of yet, I don't actually have a boat. Sorry, did I say something wrong?

LIBBY: I have a boat. It was my husband's but he got sick. He wanted to sail the Mediterranean -- he never -- he passed away about a month ago.

DESMOND: I'm sorry.

LIBBY: I want you to have it.

DESMOND: I can't take your boat, miss.

LIBBY: But you have to. He'd want you to.

DESMOND: What was your husband's name?

LIBBY: David.

DESMOND: And what did he name his boat?

LIBBY: Elizabeth. He named it after me.

DESMOND: Then I thank you, Elizabeth. And I shall win this race for love.

KATE: Don't even think about it. It's a trap -- a net. Rousseau's got them all over the island.

SAWYER: How the hell would you know that?

KATE: I tripped one with Jack. We ended up -- never mind. What?

SAWYER: When the Doc told me you all got caught in a net I thought he meant, uh -- something else.

KATE: Since when did you and Jack start talking about me?

SAYID: I'm sorry if what I said was confusing, but I asked Jin to come.

SUN: You need someone to translate. And you need at least two people who know how to sail.

SAYID: Desmond managed by himself.

SUN: And look where he ended up.

DESMOND: You're wasting your time, sister. I shot myself with that stuff every 9 days for 3 years.

DESMOND: I'll be back in a year.

PENELOPE: What if you were back, right now?

DESMOND: I'm going to win this race, Pen -- his race. And in a year, I'll be back.

PENELOPE: Desmond, what are you running from?

DESMOND: I have to get my honor back, and that's what I'm running to.

LOCKE: Refresh my memory, Desmond. How long did you say that you were down there in the hatch?

DESMOND: 3 years.

LOCKE: Desmond, what if I told you that for all that -- all those years that you and all the men before you were down there pushing that button -- what if I told you that it was all for nothing?

DESMOND: I'd ask you how the hell did you know something like that?

LOCKE: I found another hatch -- another station on the island. They called it the Pearl, and I saw a film there -- an orientation film. And it said that everything that was happening in our hatch wasn't real -- that it was a test -- a psychological experiment.

DESMOND: You're lying.

LOCKE: You want to take a walk? I'll make the popcorn.

DESMOND: You're so sure it's not real, then just stop pushing the button!

LOCKE: Well, I have. Except, unfortunately, someone else decided to start. So you're going to sober up. We're going to get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow we're going to find out what happens if that button doesn't get pushed.

SAWYER: Dharma nutri-bar?

HURLEY: No thanks; I'm not hungry.

SAWYER: You serious?

SAYID: I don't know what is more disquieting -- the fact that the rest of the statue is missing, or that it has 4 toes?

DESMOND: Who is he, box man -- the man out there pounding on the door?

LOCKE: His name is Mr. Eko.

DESMOND: Why does Mr. Eko carry around a stick covered in scripture?

LOCKE: Because he's a priest.

DESMOND: We locked out a priest?

EKO: Charlie, do you know how they got the hatch door open?

CHARLIE: No, but if you hum it, I could probably play it.

SAWYER: So, these Others, you think they're left over from the Dharma folk?

MICHAEL: I don't know, man.

SAWYER: My theory, they're aliens. That's why they use the fake beards -- their heads are made of pathetic.

HURLEY: Prosthetic, dude.

SAWYER: You can't even spell and now you're correcting me?

HURLEY: Did you kill them? Ana-Lucia and Libby? Did you?

MICHAEL: I had to, man. I, God, I couldn't find any other way. And Libby was a mistake. I, I didn't have time to think.

HURLEY: But if you did have time -- you still would have killed her, right?

DESMOND: Is the reason you're letting that clock there run all the way down to the very last tick -- is it because you need to look down the barrel of a gun to find out what you really believe, John?

LOCKE: I looked down the barrel of the gun and I believed. I thought it was my destiny to get into this place. And someone died -- a kid. Because he was stupid enough to believe that I knew what I was talking about. And the night that he died for nothing, I was sitting right up there, all alone, beating my hand bloody against that stupid door -- screaming to the heavens asking what I should do. And then a light went on. I thought it was a sign. But it wasn't a sign. Probably just you going to the bathroom.

DESMOND: Tell me about this other hatch you found -- this Pearl.

LOCKE: What do you want to know?

DESMOND: Details.

LOCKE: The Pearl is a psychological station full of TV monitors. And two men sat in viewing chairs and filled notebooks with observations on what happens in here. And then they put the notebooks in pneumatic tubes and send them back to their headquarters so they could evaluate us -- as an experiment. What?

DESMOND: What if you've got it backwards?

LOCKE: Backwards?

DESMOND: What if the experiment wasn't on the two men in here, but on the two men in there? I want to see that tape, John?

LOCKE: No, you can't. There's no way to see it down here.

DESMOND: Well, was there anything else in that station? Was there a computer?

LOCKE: Yeah.

DESMOND: So what did it do?!

LOCKE: Nothing! It didn't do anything. It printed out numbers. Lots and lots of numbers.

DESMOND: What printout, where is it?

LOCKE: Here, reading material for the next 19 minutes. Knock yourself out.

LOCKE: What are you doing?

DESMOND: When did you come here?

LOCKE: What?

DESMOND: The island -- when did you come here? How long ago?

LOCKE: 60-65 days.

DESMOND: The date -- what was the date?

LOCKE: September 22nd. It was September 22nd.

DESMOND: I think I crashed your plane.

DESMOND: We need to push the button.

LOCKE: No, we don't!

DESMOND: Do you not hear me, brother? I crashed your bloody plane?

LOCKE: How did you manage to do that?

DESMOND: On that day, those numbers turned to hieroglyphics. And when the last one came down this whole started to shake. And that screen? That screen filled up with "system failure," System Failure. And I know what they are. 92204 -- September the 22nd, 2004, the day your planed crashed. It's real! It's all bloody real!! Now, push the damn button!!

GALE: I'm not happy about the arrangement that was made with you Michael, but we got more than we bargained for when Walt joined us, so I suppose this is what's best. And you let me go, set me free -- you lived up to your word. We live up to our word, too. Do you know how to drive a boat?

MICHAEL: Yeah, I can drive a boat.

GALE: Good, then you're going to take this boat and follow a compass bearing of 325, and if you do that exactly, you and your son will find rescue.

MICHAEL: That's it? I follow the bearing and me and my son get rescued?

GALE: Yes.

MICHAEL: How do you know I won't tell people about where I was?

GALE: Maybe you will, maybe you won't. But it won't matter. Once you leave, you'll never be able to get back here. And my hunch is you won't say a word to anybody because if you do, people will find out what you did to get your son back.

MICHAEL: My friends -- I was promised you wouldn't hurt them.

GALE: A deal's a deal.

MICHAEL: Who are you people?

GALE: We're the good guys, Michael.