SEASON 1 EPISODE 14 - Special

Written by David Fury
Directed by Greg Yaitanes            
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[Shot of Michael's eye. Michael walking, looking around.]

Michael    Walt! Walt!

Charlie [walking up]    Hey, Michael, you seen Claire's bags?

Michael    You seen my son?

Charlie    You seen her bags?

Michael    Claire's?

Charlie    Her luggage. It's not been brought back here. No one seems to know what's happened to it.

Michael    Uh, sorry man, I don't know. I'm just looking for Walt.

Charlie    Oh, got it. Sorry, I've not seen him.

[Jack walks up carrying fire wood.]

Michael    Hey, Jack, you seen my boy when you were out there?

Jack    No. He was at the caves.

Michael    Yeah, he took his dog for a walk. I told him to stay close, as usual. . . You listened to your old man when you were 10, right?

Jack    Uh, yeah. I listened, maybe a little too well.

Hurley [off camera at first]    Yo, dudes. Got a new tourney lined up. We're playing for the last of the deodorant sticks. You dogs up for some golf?

Michael    I have to go find my kid. Hey, if Walt shows up, you tell him I said stay right here until I get back.

Jack    You got it.

Michael [walking off]    Walt! Walt!

Hurley    He seems to hate it, doesn't he?

Jack    What?

Hurley    Being a dad.

Jack    No, it's just a lot of hard work.

Hurley    No. He hates it.

Michael    Walt!

[Shot of Michael walking around calling for Walt.]

Flashback.

Michael [in a baby furniture store]    This is definitely my baby's crib.

Susan    Uh-huh, beautiful. It'll look great in the alley we'll be living in. This is 3 months rent.

Michael    What? It's not 3 months. . . Look, don't you want the best for this kid.

Susan    I know you're excited, but, Michael, we can't afford this.

Michael     Our baby in this crib? C'mon, that's a happy kid. [Shot of them walking through the store.] Hey, I talked to Andy, he said he could throw some work my way.

Susan    Construction? What about you art?

Michael    No, no, no, no. I'm not giving it up. I'm just going to take a break until you finish law school, pass the bar, get hired by some fancy-ass high paying law firm. . .

Susan    Somebody's got it all figured out.

Michael    Yeah, I'll get back to painting eventually. Meanwhile, you can support me and Walt in a manner to which we'll soon become accustomed.

Susan    Walt, huh?

Michael    I'd like to do that, you know, name him after my dad.

Susan    Walter. Walter Lloyd.

Michael    Lloyd? Oh, all right. That's why you won't marry me. It's not that you think marriage is too prosaic, you just want him to have your last name.

Susan    Hey, you want me to agree to Walter, or what?

[Shot of Locke's hand putting a knife into Walt's hand. Walt throws the knife at a tree, but it bounces off.]

Walt    Man, I suck.

Locke    You can do better than that.

Boone    You might want to take it easy on him.

Locke [pointing at the tree]    See this knot, Walt? I want you to aim for it, right here. Focus on it, alright? Picture it in your mind's eye. You know what that is, right? The mind's eye?

Walt    Like a picture in your head or som. . .

Locke    That's right. Now do it again. But see it. See it before you do it. Visualize the path. See it. See it.

[Walt gets ready to throw again. Shot of Vincent looking off toward a sound. Walt throws the knife and it sticks this time.]

Boone    Whoa.

Walt    Yes!

Locke    I knew you had it in you, Walt.

Walt    It was weird. I actually saw it, in my mind or something, like it was real.

Locke    Who's to say it wasn't? [Locke hands the knife back to Walt.]

Michael    Hey! What the hell is going on? [To Walt] Give me that.

Walt    But, I was. . .

Michael    Take Vincent and go back to camp.

Walt    But, Mr. Locke was. . .

Michael    Now, little man.

[Walt reluctantly gets Vincent and leaves.]

Michael [to Locke]     You gave my boy a knife?

Locke    You should have seen what. . .

Michael    Hey, don't tell me what I should have seen, man. If we were back home, I'd call the police on your ass. Encouraging a kid to sneak away from his parent? Giving him a knife like this?

Locke    Walt knows his own mind.

Michael [putting the knife in Locke's face]    Hey, don't talk about my son like you know him.

Locke    You really need to calm down.

Michael    You keep playing my son against me, and I'm going to have a. . .

[Suddenly Boone tackles Michael, grabs the knife and is on top of him.]

Boone    The man said calm down.

[Michael slugs Boone and gets on top of him.]

Michael    What are you his attack dog?

[Locke breaks them up.]

Locke    Easy, easy, easy. You're the one that was waving the knife around. He was just trying to make sure you didn't hurt someone. Michael, I know it's been difficult to bond with your son. You know why he's formed an attachment to me? Because I treat him like an adult; you still treat him like a boy.

Michael    He's 10 years old.

Locke    He's been through more than most people in their entire lifetime. Maybe you haven't spent enough time with him to see it, but he's different.

Michael    What did you say?

Locke    And we're not back home. As long as we're here, I think Walt should be allowed to realize his potential.

Michael    Stay away from my son. And me.

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Flashback

[Shot of Walt as a baby with Michael, playing on the floor.]

Michael    You're not taking him. You're not taking my son. You can go if you want to, but Walt stays with me.

Susan    I'm trying to have a discussion with you.

Michael    No you're not. You're talking about going to Amsterdam, just you and him. How is that a discussion?

Susan    It's an offer, Michael. And that's where the job is.

Michael    You said you were happy. What about the legal clinic being a good fit? You said that.

Susan    This is a huge opportunity. You know I've always wanted to do international law.

Michael    Am I supposed to be happy for you over here? For your huge opportunity?

Susan    We've talked about taking some time apart.

Michael    Baby, I thought that was. . . hey, we said a lot of things. You said you wanted to live on a boat.

Susan    I still love you. You know I do, but, Michael, we've been through so much in such a short time. Things. . .

Michael    Babe, we've got problems, that's what people have. You want to go to counseling? I'm down with that, let's go, alright? [Susan looks down and sort of shakes her head.] Oh, man, you already took it, didn't you? The job?

Susan    Yeah, I did. You haven't worked in months.

Michael    Construction slows in the winter. . . I already told you that.

Susan    I can provide for him. I'll give him everything he needs.

Michael    Except for his dad. He's not going with you, so, no!

Susan    You really want to argue with me about this?

Michael    Hell yes! There are laws against this kind of thing.

Susan    We're not married, Michael. I'm his mother and I'm steadily employed. Who do you think court's going to side with? This is not goodbye forever. I just. . . I need some time.

[Back to the island. Shot of Walt sleeping. Michael watching him. Sun comes up.]

Sun    Are you alright.

Michael    No, I'm okay. Thanks. I just don't know how to talk him. How to get him, you know, to understand I'm his side. Locke says I should stop treating him like a child. I missed his whole childhood, so. . . This can't happen.

Sun    What?

Michael    He can't grow up here. He can't grow up in this place.

[Shot of Sayid spreading out maps.]

Sayid    Once I realized these equations were coordinates, latitude and longitude, I assumed the French woman was trying to determine the location of the island. But it was incomplete, the notations fragmented.

Shannon    Except for the fish song.

Sayid    MmHmm.

Jack    The what?

Sayid    But when I laid the pages down like this [Sayid lays the maps on top of each other revealing a triangle] I realized it wasn't showing the location of the island. I think it's a location on the island. Specifically, here.

Jack    So where are we in relation to the triangle?

Sayid    Well, the map is hardly in scale, so I don't know.

Jack    We're not even sure it's a map of this island, are we?

Sayid    We're not, no. But this may be the transmitter sending out the distress call. And it's power source.

Michael [walking up]    What are we talking about doing now? Looking for another excuse to get chased down and killed by whatever lives in the jungle? Guys, we can't keep doing this. Building water filtration systems? Playing golf? Making a sweet little home here? We need to get off this island.

Shannon    You think any of us wants to be here?

Michael    No. But I don't think anyone wants to get off as much as I do right now.

Jack    So, are you suggesting something?

Michael    Yeah, we build a raft.

Sayid    A raft?

Michael    Look, don't say it like that, man. We need a little optimism here, okay? And we've got to do something because let's be honest, no one's coming. Those seats we took off the fuselage, they float. We've got an axe, and a whole bunch of trees, bamboo. We can do this.

Sayid    The chances of surviving the rough waters? The odds of finding a shipping lane?

Shannon    And I get really sea-sick.

Michael    You know what? Great. Stay here. Grow old. Good luck to you, but I'm doing this. My son and I are leaving. Anybody that wants to help us build, God bless you.

[Shot of Walt reading the fontish comic book, slowly turning the pages: Cover of the Flash, prologue page showing insect aliens, alien being kept prisoner, shot of a city? on top of a dome in the water in something that looks like the arctic, polar bear.]

Walt [reading the comic book]    Conardo sepe que machio une oso polar. [This seems to make no sense the way Walt said it, except for Polar Bear.]

Michael [walking up]    Hey, Walt. Hey, c'mon I need your help with something.

Walt    I'm doing stuff.

Michael    You're reading a comic book in fontish and you don't read fontish, man.

Walt    I like the pictures.

Michael    You like the art, huh?

Walt    I guess so.

Michael    You know, when I was your age, I don't know, maybe a little older I used to trace comic books. I taught myself about perspective, you know what that is? Perspective? (Exactly what Michael needs in relation to Locke and Walt.)

[Michael grabs the comic when Walt doesn't answer.]

Walt    Hey!

Michael    I said I need your help. Let's go.

Walt    Why do I have to come?

Michael    Because I've seen what happens when I don't keep an eye on you.

[Shot of Michael on a pay phone. (Must not have much money.) Let me talk to him.

Susan    He's 24 months old. He doesn't use the phone.

Michael    I'll do all the talking. I just want him to hear my voice. I miss him.

Susan    I know. Let me call you back, okay? This is a good time, okay?

Brian    We've got to go.

Susan    Shh. It's Michael.

Michael    Who's that?

Susan    Let's talk tomorrow, okay? I'll call you from work?

Michael    What the hell is going on?

Susan    Michael, listen, I've been seeing someone.

Michael    What? Who?

Susan    Does it make any difference?

Michael    Who is it?

Susan    Brian Porter.

Michael    The guy who hired you.

Susan    It wasn't like that before.

Michael    So when you said you needed time to think about us, you were just lying.

Susan    No! I did, and I realized. . .

Michael    I'm coming to Amsterdam.

Susan    Michael don't. It's over between us.

Michael    I'm not coming for you. I'm coming for Walt. I'm getting my son back.

[Michael slams down the phone, walks into the street and gets hit by a car.]

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[Shot of Kate and Charlie at the beach. Charlie is looking through Claire's bags.]

Kate    Charlie?

Charlie    Hey. These are Claire's things. Who brought them here?

Kate    I did. Why? What are you doing?

Charlie    I don't know where it is?

Kate    What?

Charlie    Claire's diary. She kept her diary in this side pocket. I know because I saw her put it in there. Someone's taken it.

[Shot of Michael and Walt sorting some salvaged plane wreckage.]

Walt    What are we looking for again?

Michael    Any long piece of metal or plastic tubing. Anything that looks like it would work as a frame.

Walt    A frame for what?

Michael    You'll see soon enough. Hey separate the cushions, the plastic, the tarp. Put everything you find in different piles so we can take stock.

Walt    Am I being punished?

Michael    What? You think working with your old man is punishment? No, man, this us taking control of our destiny.

Walt    Feels like punishment.

[Shot of Kate and Charlie walking up to Sawyers digs.]

Kate    Sawyer? Hey, Sawyer?

[No answer from Sawyer.]

Charlie    You know, I could just go inside and. . .

Sawyer [from behind them sitting on the beach]    Trick or treat. What are you two selling today?

Charlie    Where's Claire's diary? Someone took it from her bag.

Sawyer    Oh I get it, something goes missing and right away you figure it's got to be me that took it.

Kate    Do you have the diary or not?

Sawyer [pulling the diary out]    You mean this one?

Charlie    Give it to me.

Sawyer    Now, I'm not sure that's the best idea. Maybe missy Claire don't want you reading it.

Charlie    I wasn't going to read it.

Sawyer    You're not curious what she wrote about you?

[Charlie tries to grab the diary, but Sawyer moves too fast.]

Charlie    You bastard. Did you read it?

Sawyer    Good literature's kinda scarce around here.

Charlie    He read it.

Kate    Just give it to us.

Sawyer    Dear Diary, I'm getting really freaked out by that has-been pop star. I think he's stalking me.

Kate    Sawyer.

Sawyer    Diary, the little limey runt just won't let up.

[Charlie punches the wound on Sawyer's arm, Sawyer drops the diary and Charlie picks it up. Sawyer slugs Charlie in the face.]

Charlie    You hit like a ponce.

Sawyer [walking toward Charlie for more]    Oh, yeah. . .

Kate    Enough. [Sawyer backs off.] You didn't really read it, did you?

Sawyer    I just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

[Shot of Walt sitting in the foreground while Michael is sorting through the salvage. Walt sees Boone and Locke walking through the area and disappearing up a path to the caves.]

Walt    Um, I'm going to get some water.

Michael    Okay. Would you bring me some? Please? [to himself] Please and thank you; I've got to work on that.

[Shot of Boone and Locke coming into the caves. Shannon walks up.]

Shannon    Boone. Hi. So are you guys just going to keep coming back without any food? [Boone doesn't answer.] Hey, I'm serious.

Boone    Uh-huh.

Shannon    What's going on with you, Boone? Could you be acting any weirder?

Boone    Shannon, you've been a functioning bulemic since junior high. I thought you'd be excited about dropping a size or two.

Shannon    Well, since you're not having any luck with hunting maybe you should help Michael. He's building a raft. I was thinking I would help him out, maybe finally get the hell out of here. Why don't you help me?

Boone    No, thanks.

[Shot of Locke with his knife case, holding a pencil, sitting by a fire. Walt walks up.]

Locke    You're father doesn't want us spending time together.

Walt    He's not the boss of me.

Locke    But he's your father. And he cares about you. And you need to show him respect. I'm serious, Walt. You're not to come to me anymore.

Michael [off camera at first]    Damn it! What is wrong with you?

Locke    I was just coming to see you.

Michael    I told you to stay away from my son.

Walt    He didn't. I was just gonna. . .

Michael    Walt, I don't want to hear from you.

Locke    I was just giving him this pencil to give to you. I thought you could use it. Consider it a peace offering.

Michael [leaning in to whisper in Locke's ear]   If I catch you with my son again, I'll kill you.

[Locke walks off with the pencil and his case.]

Walt    You're a jerk.

Michael    What'd you say to me?

Walt    Mr. Locke didn't do anything wrong. He's my friend.

Michael    He's not your friend anymore. I'm looking out for you.

Walt    You don't care about me. You never cared about me.

Michael    What?

Walt    You only showed up after my Mom died. Where were you when I was growing up, huh? No where.

Michael    Listen, Walt. It's complicated.

Walt    I don't even care. You're not my father.

Michael    You want to hate me? You want to punish me for something I can't change, fine? But you will listen to me.

[Michael takes the comic book from his back pocket and throws it in the fire. The comic book is open to the polar bear page.]

Michael    Now, you get over there, and you stay there. Now!

[Shot of Michael looking at the comic book in the fire.]

Flashback.

[Shot of Michael drawing a guy in a hospital in traction with a birthday cake on his lap.]

Nurse [looking at the drawing]    Hm, that's really wonderful.

Michael    Oh, thanks. It's for my son. He'll be 2 next week.

Nurse    Yeah? I didn't know you had a kid.

Michael    Yeah, yeah, um, he lives in Amsterdam with his mom.

Nurse    Ever go to visit him?

Michael    No. No, not yet. I had a little, you know, run in with a car. I never know what to write.

Nurse    How about a joke?

Michael    What kind of joke?

Nurse    How about what's black, white, and red all over?

Michael    Yeah, a newspaper, right?

Nurse    A penguin with a sunburn.

Michael [laughing]    That's really dumb.

Nurse    Trust me, mother of 4 talking here. He'll get a kick out it.

Susan [off camera at first]    Hello, Michael.

Michael    Susan.

Susan    I finally called Andy when I hadn't heard from you in over two months. I had to hear about your accident from him. You should have called me.

Michael    Yeah, well, considering how our last conversation went.

Susan    I'm so sorry about that.

Michael    Hey, did you bring Walt?

Susan    No. No, he's at home.

Michael    Oh, with Brian. So what are you doing here anyway?

Susan    I came to see you.

[Scene switches to Susan pushing Michael in the wheelchair down a hospital corridor.]

Michael    So I look pretty good, huh?

Susan    Not that bad. Nurses say you'll make a full recovery.

Michael    Yeah, after a year of physical therapy. A year!

Susan    I'm covering all your medical costs.

Michael    What?

Susan    I've already spoken to the hospital administrator and all your bills are coming directly to me.

Michael    What is this about?

Susan    Brian and I are getting married.

Michael    How nice for. . .

Susan    No, you don't have to say anything, just listen. We're moving to Italy at the end of the month. Brian's taking over the firm's Rome offices.

Michael    Sounds like Brian's on a roll.

Susan    And he wants to adopt Walt. I know this is hard, but just think about it.

Michael    You're kidding me, right?

Susan   Consider what's best for Walt. You can keep holding on if you want, but ask yourself why you're doing that. Is it really for him? Or is it for you?

[Shot of Michael sitting looking at a book. Hurley comes up.]

Hurley    Uh, dude? Your kid's gone.

Michael    What?

Hurley    He just grabbed the dog and took off.

Michael    I know where he's gone.

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[Shot of Locke in the jungle sharpening a knife. Michael comes up.]

Michael    Locke, where the hell is he?

Locke    What?

Michael    I'm not in the mood for your games, man. Where's Walt?

Locke    Walt's not here, Michael.

Michael    Don't lie to me.

Boone    Hey, man, he's not here. Look around.

Michael    I'm not talking to you.

Locke    I told him this morning that he couldn't be around me anymore, trying to respect your wishes.

Michael    Well, if he's not. . .

Locke    Let's go find your boy.

[Shot of Kate and Charlie bringing Claire's bags back to the caves.]

Charlie    Thanks. You really didn't have to help, you know. I could've managed. I've had my share of manly encounters.

Kate    I just thought you could use the company. You okay?

Charlie    Yeah. It's weird. I barely knew her, barely know her, Claire. She's been missing over a week and everyday she's gone it feels like bits of me are crumbling or something.

Kate    I think it's right that you should keep her stuff safe, until she gets back.

Charlie    Yeah.

[Charlie takes Claire's diary out of the bag and has a scene where he tries to not give in to temptation and read it. Finally puts it back in the bag and leaves.

Shot of Walt in the jungle with Vincent.]

Walt    C'mon, Vincent.

[Sound of something growling. Vincent barks. Walt looks around. Sound of rustling in the jungle. Vincent starts barking and trying to run.]

Walt [struggling to keep hold of Vincent]    Vincent, cut it out. Cut it out, Vincent. What's wrong?

[Vincent's collar breaks, and he runs off.]    Walt

Vincent!    [Walt drops the leash and runs after the dog.]

Walt    Vincent! Vincent!

Flashback.

[Walt is lying on the floor staring at Vincent.]

Susan [off camera to Brian]    You should have seen him trying to weasel his way out, anything not to let the case go forward. He was arguing it wasn't his jurisdiction.

Brian    Oh, you're kidding me.

Susan    I wish I was. Same argument 3rd time in a row. Barkley said it was an immigration issue.

Brian    Barkley, that's classic.

Susan    He thinks because I'm new to Australian law that I'm some kind of yokel or something. [To Walt] Hey, hello, homework.

Walt   I told you, I need help.

Brian    He needs help.

Susan    I'm a lawyer, sweetheart, I can tell when someone's stalling.

Walt    Who cares about birds of Australia, anyway? We're in Australia.

Brian [to Susan who looks ill]    You okay?

Susan    I'm feeling kind of flu-ey.

Walt    Shouldn't we be studying birds of Egypt or something?

Brian    You haven't been sleeping much lately. Maybe you need to take a personal day.

Walt    I picked the Bronze Kahuku (cuckoo?) It's funny. Wanna see?

Susan    What about Barkley?

Walt    I mean, it doesn't look funny, just the name.

Susan    Sleeping in late that's too much. . .

Walt    Hey, Brian, look, look. You're not looking. You're not looking.

[A bird smashes into the window.]

Susan    Oh, my god.

[Walt and Brian go to look at the bird on the ground which is brown-black and red.]

Walt    Is it dead?

Brian    Yeah, poor guy.

[Brian gives Walt a weird look, and Walt goes back to his bird book. Neither of the birds in the book looks like the dead bird.]

[Back to the island. Shot of Walt from the ground up.]

Walt    Vincent! Vincent!

[Sound of rustling, growling in the jungle.]

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Flashback.

[Someone knocking on a door. Then we see Michael open the door to reveal Brian.]

Brian    Michael Dawson?

Michael    Yeah, can I help you?

Brian    I'm Brian Porter.

Michael    Susan's Brian?

Brian [nods]    Can I come in? I need to talk to you.

Michael    Susan know you're here, man?

Brian    Susan died yesterday. Please [nodding toward the door.]

Michael    Um. . . [opens the door to let Brian in.]

Brian    She, uh, it turns out she had a blood disorder. She was only sick for about a week.

Michael    I didn't know. . . I, uh, I hadn't talked to her in a while. . . sit down. And, Walt, how's he, uh. . .
Brian    He's fine. He's back home with his nanny.

Michael    What?

Brian    I mean, he's fine. . . I mean, considering, you know.

Michael    You left him home after he just lost his mother?

Brian    Before she died, Susan, she told me she wanted you to have custody of Walt.

Michael    She what?

Brian    Well, I think she just thought, I mean. . . since you're his father.

Michael    I haven't been his father in 9 years.

Brian    Yeah, well, that's kind of the thing, see. Look I loved Susan very much. And I was honest with her from the beginning, but she. . . she wouldn't hear it.

Michael    Hear what?

Brian    That I. . . I didn't want to be a father. I just don't know how.

Michael    Hey, what the hell are you talking about, man. You adopted him.

Brian    Yes, yes, yeah, because she wanted that, and I wanted her. Look, these are two tickets - one round trip, the other one-way, Sidney to New York. The envelope has money in it for travel expenses.

Michael    She didn't tell you she wanted me to have custody of him. This is your idea.

Brian    I'm a wreck right now, okay. Don't you understand that?

Michael    I'm supposed to give a damn about you?

Brian    I just lost the woman I love, alright? I can't be his father. . .

Michael [grabbing Brian by the collar and shoving him up against the wall]   You son-of-a-bitch, what the hell are you talking about? You're the only father he knows.

Brian    It's more than that.

Michael    Well, then what?

Brian    There's just. . . there's something about him.

Michael    What the hell are you talking about, man?

Brian    Sometimes when he's around things happen. He's different somehow.

[Back to the island. Shot of Vincent's leash on the ground.]

Michael    Over here. [Picks up the leash.] What the hell wou. . .

Walt [yelling from a distance]    Help, please. Help.

Michael    Walt?

Locke    This way.

[They run after Walt's voice.]

Michael    Walt! Walt!

Flashback.

[Long corridor of Walt's house in Australia. The Nanny and Michael walk into frame at the far end.]

Nanny    Walt should be home from school any minute. [Hands Michael something.] Mr. Porter asked me to give you that - some of Susan's effects.

Michael    Oh, thanks.

Nanny    There's something else. [She hands him a wooden box.]

Michael    What's that?

Nanny    Something I think Walt should have. Excuse me.

[Walt opens the box. Inside are a bunch of papers. Michael sighs.]

Nanny    Walt? There's somebody here to see you. [Michael starts walking slowly down the long corridor.]

[Back to the island. Growling-type sounds. Michael running, looking for Walt.]

Walt    Dad!

Michael    Walt!

Walt    Dad! Dad, help, please.

[We see a polar bear trying to get to Walt who is hiding in a grove of trees/bamboo.]

Walt    Help!

Michael    Walt!

[Michael goes to run toward Walt, but Locke stops him, puts his hand over his mouth and shushes him. Shot of polar bear still trying to get Walt.]

Walt    Dad!

Locke [looking up at the trees]    C'mon, up here. Michael.

Walt    Dad! Dad.

Flashback.

[Walt in a room playing with Vincent. Michael comes in.]

Michael    Hey, Walt.

Walt    Who are you?

Michael    I'm a. . . I'm your father. Hey, um, I want you to know. . . listen, I can't explain how sorry I am about your mom. You should know that, hey, we loved each other very much when we had you.

Walt    Where's Brian?

Michael    Brian's not here. I've come to bring you home with me.

Walt    I'm not going anywhere with you.

Michael    Walt, can I? [indicating he's like to set the box and envelope down, which he does]. I know this is really hard to understand. All of this. See Brian, Brian loves you very much. He wants you to stay with him, but it's not his choice. It's mine. I'm your legal guardian. And it's not like he's going to disappear from your life. He'll still call you, write to you, come to see you whenever he can. You know, you'll still have your dog.

Walt    But Vincent isn't mine. He's Brian's.

Michael    Brian said you could have him.

[Back to the island. Shot of polar bear trying to get Walt.]

Walt    Dad.

Michael    Hey, Walt!

Walt    Dad! Dad! Where are you dad?

Michael    Hang on!

[Locke and Michael are making their way across a log beam in the trees to get to Walt. Michael almost falls, but Locke catches him.]

Michael    Okay, okay, okay. Let's go. Hey, Walt, just hang in there, okay? I'm coming, man.

Walt    Dad!

Michael    Walt! [To Locke] Throw me the knife. Walt! [he drops the knife down to Walt. Walt picks it up.] If he comes near you, use it.

Locke    Michael.

[Locke throws him some vines which he uses to climb down to Walt.]

Michael    Stay there, buddy. [We see Walt stab at the polar bear.]

Walt    Dad!

Michael    Are you okay?

Walt    Yeah.

Michael [tying the vines around Walt]    Alright. Whatever you do, you hold onto this tight. Got me?

Walt    Yeah.

Michael    Tight.

Walt    What about you?

Michael    Don't worry about me. I'll be right behind you, okay? Hold on. Okay, Locke, now. Pull.

[Locke pulls Walt up to safety.]

Michael    Pull him, Locke.

[The polar is now trying to get Michael.]

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[Shot of the polar bear trying to Michael. Michael hits the bear with the knife. The bear has blood on it's snout, screams a bear scream, and runs away. Michael climbs up to Walt and Locke. He gives Walt a thank-god-you're-not-dead hug.]

Walt    I'm sorry. I'm sorry. . .

Michael    No, no, no, it's okay. We're okay. I'm just glad you're safe.

Walt    But, Vincent. He ran off again.

Locke    He found his way back to you once, Walt. He will again.

[Locke and Michael share a look of appreciation/understanding and a smile.

Shot of Walt sitting up against a piece of wreckage. Michael comes up.]

Michael    Hey, I've got a present for you. [He gives Walt the wooden box.] Since you like to look at pictures.

Walt    What's this?

Michael    Go ahead. [Walt opens it.] Every card, every letter I sent you over the last 8 years.

Walt    You wrote me?

Michael    Mmhmm.

Walt    I never saw these. Did my mom have these? Why didn't she give them to me?

Michael    I don't know. But she didn't throw them away, either, which means, you know, somewhere inside she wanted you to have them.

Walt    So, you drew these?

Michael    Just for you. This one I did for your 2nd birthday.

[We see a shot of the drawing of the man in traction, and then of a penguin with sunglasses.]

Walt    A penguin. . . with a sunburn? That's dumb.

Michael    Yeah, I know. That's what I said. [They laugh.]

[Shot of Charlie back at the caves reading Claire's diary:

make-up, bathroom stuff, brush, water, books, camera, gum, hat, jerky, CDs, candy, I HATE HIM ... realized I really like Charlie, something about him that's just so adorable and sweet. Even in a scary place like this Charlie makes me feel safe.

Charlie sees something interesting.]

Charlie    Jack. [He goes to Jack and Sayid.] Sayid. You have to hear this.

Jack    What is that?

Charlie    It's Claire's, her diary.

Sayid    You're reading her diary?

Charlie    Yeah, I know, I'm bloody scum. Just listen to this. ³I had that weird dream again, the one with the black rock I can't get away from. I try to leave it but it won't let me.

Sayid    Black rock?

Jack    It's just dreams, Charlie.

Charlie    No. Sayid mentioned Black Rock before.

Sayid    The French woman mentioned something about her team returning from the Black Rock. The triangle on the map. Maybe it's the triangle on the map.

Charlie    Maybe it's where Claire was taken. Maybe she's there?

Jack    Maybe. Charlie, we all want to find Claire, but there's no sense going out into the jungle in the middle of the night.

[Shot of Boone, and Locke blowing the dog whistle.]

Boone    I don't think that whistle's working, John.

Locke    You can't hear everything, Boone. The sooner you learn that, the better.

[Locke blows the whistle again and we hear footsteps, rustling.]

Boone    Well, I heard that. Vincent. Vincent is that you? Vincent.

[Claire emerges from the bushes looking awful.]

Locke    Claire?