<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:25:14.005-05:00</updated><category term='Lost Ben Linus Man Behind the Curtain'/><category term='LOST Whole Truth Henry Gale'/><category term='LOST Expose Henry Gale'/><category term='Ben Linus Benry Gale Dialogue Greatest Hits'/><category term='Lost Brig Ben Linus Benry Gale Dialogue Michael Emerson'/><category term='LOST One of Them Henry Gale'/><category term='Lost Ben Through the Looking Glass'/><category term='LOST Maternity Leave Henry Gale'/><title type='text'>Benry Gale's Dialogue: Every Syllable</title><subtitle type='html'>Henry Gale, Fenry, Benry, Benjamin Linus, Ben.  Whatever your name is, dude, we hang on every word, every syllable.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-3075739271030419797</id><published>2007-05-28T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:56:34.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost Ben Through the Looking Glass'/><title type='text'>3.22 &amp; 3.23 Through the Looking Glass </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG20cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG20cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At the Others’ camp, we see Ben sitting in his tent writing in his journal.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_/12 An important meeting tonight with (R) and (M) regarding the developing situation. We are now on day 3 of our exodus from the village and I am, I fear, at the limit of my tactical resources. (T)’s agenda, which I don’t question, is however a narrow and difficult one, and I could well wish we’d had time to prepare, not merely for the military strike, but for a surveillance campaign of the beach. We are short on provisions (seasonal) and, more importantly, the long-awaited re-supply of camp gear having been missed (and so necessary!) _____ _____ _____ just as our water supply ____ ___ have been cut off. We look like a very sad sort of gypsy army.&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Transcript courtesy of Doc Arzt&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG22cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG22cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A walkie transmission interrupts Ben as he writes.]&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: Come in. Come in, Ben.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: Ben, it's Bonnie. Ben, are you there? Can you hear me, Ben?&lt;br /&gt;[Mikhail and Richard are playing chess, and notice Ben on his walkie outside for signal]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Why are you breaking radio silence?&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: One of them's down here.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I'm sorry, what?!&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: We have him tied up but he's here. One of them swam down here.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Who? Which one?&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: He won't tell us.&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE: [Overhearing] It's Charlie! Tell him I said hi!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: How did... how does he know about the station?&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: He said Juliet told them.&lt;br /&gt;[Pause]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: All right, sit tight, don't do anything, I'm sending help. [To Mikhail] Mikhail you need to go down to The Looking Glass and find out what Charlie Pace is doing down there.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: You told us The Looking Glass was inoperable. Flooded.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I lied. Mikhail, I need you to go, now.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: I can be there by dawn. But if Juliet told them about The Looking Glass, what else did she tell them?&lt;br /&gt;[Mikhail goes, as Ben fiddles with his walkie]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Ryan, come in. Ryan are you there?&lt;br /&gt;[At the beach, Ryan's walkie is off as he looks at the quiet camp with binoculars]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;[Ben uses his walkie at the Others' camp]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: What?&lt;br /&gt;TOM: They're all dead. Diane, Ivan, all of em, dead. And Shephard and his people, they're all gone.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Gone, gone where?&lt;br /&gt;TOM: I dunno. Did you hear me? They killed seven of our...&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: Tom! Calm down and tell him the good news.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: What good news?&lt;br /&gt;TOM: We caught three of em. The one's who stayed behind to blow up the tents. Ben, they knew we were coming?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: It was Juliet. She betrayed us.&lt;br /&gt;TOM: What?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Just figure out where she is, Tom.&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: [To Sayid] Get up.&lt;br /&gt;[He pulls him up]&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: OK, junior, where the hell did...&lt;br /&gt;[Sayid spits in his face, and Ryan hits him hard over the head with his handgun]&lt;br /&gt;TOM: They're not talking.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Who do you have?&lt;br /&gt;TOM: Jarrah, Kwon, and the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Shoot Kwon.&lt;br /&gt;TOM: What?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: If you want them to answer questions, kill Kwon, do it now.&lt;br /&gt;JIN: [Speaks Korean at Tom]&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: I dunno what that means, but I'm sure its lovely.&lt;br /&gt;[He cocks his gun]&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD: No, wait. No.&lt;br /&gt;JIN: No. No talk.&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD: No please.&lt;br /&gt;TOM: You talk to me, nobody will get hurt. Now tell me where your people are.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: He's lying, he's going to kill us all any...&lt;br /&gt;[Sayid is kicked down]&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: Where are they?&lt;br /&gt;[Short pause. Ryan puts his gun at Jin]&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD: A radio tower. They're hiking to a radio tower.&lt;br /&gt;TOM: Why in the hell are they going there?&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD: A woman, parachuted here. She has a satellite phone and they're gonna call her ship.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [On walkie] Juliet thought we were coming tomorrow. So why were they waiting for us tonight?&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: [To Bernard] You heard him. How'd you know?&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD: A kid, told us, he came in a canoe, and he warned us.&lt;br /&gt;TOM: What kid?&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD: Karl. He said his name was Karl.&lt;br /&gt;TOM: You heard that, Ben? [Pause] Ben?!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I heard.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben looks out of his tent and stares at Alex]&lt;br /&gt;TOM: What d'you want us to do, kill em?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: No. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Next day at the Others' camp. Ben draws a line to the radio tower on a map, as Richard watches.]&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: We're going to the radio tower?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Not we, Richard, me. You're going to take everyone to the temple as planned.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: Now might not be the best time to go tromping off on your own.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Oh really and why not?&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: Because people are asking questions, Ben. About leaving home, about what happened to Locke, about Jacob. Not to mention the rapidly spreading rumour that everyone that went down to the beach is dead.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: They're not all dead.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben gets up to get some things] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG23cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG23cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Hello, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: I asked where you were going.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Well I thought I might go for a walk! See if I can't find Jack and all his friends.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: [Defiantly] I'm coming with you.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: All right.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: [Surprised] What?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I said all right. In fact I think its a good idea. I mean you do want to see Karl again, don't you? [Pause] Get your pack, I'm leaving in ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: There's forty of them. And you're alone. They're gonna do whatever it takes to get off the Island. What do you think's gonna happen when you get there?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I'm gonna talk them out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[A bleeping sound can be heard from the comms room]&lt;br /&gt;GRETTA: That's Ben.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: [Holds up his knife] I'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;[In the jungle, Ben talks to Mikhail on his walkie as he and Alex walk]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You have to understand, everything I did, I did for the Island.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: The Island told you it was necessary for you to jam your own people?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Yes it did. You've always been a loyalist, Mikhail, now I'm asking you to trust me, to trust Jacob who told me to do this.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Why would Jacob ask you to lie to your own people?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Because this Island is under assault by forces stronger than anything its had to deal with in many many years. And we are meant to protect it, Mikhail, by any means necessary. The jamming was for everyone's security. We are in a serious situation here.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: So why not trust me?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I made a mistake. I should have told you, and I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;[Pause]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Mikhail, are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I need you to help me. I need you to help me clean up this mess I've made. I need you to kill Charlie. Make sure that the jamming mechanism continues to function at all costs. And we can't risk Greta and Bonnie telling the others about what we've done, so you'll have to take care of them too.&lt;br /&gt;[Alex looks shocked]&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: How do I know you didn't say the same thing to them about me&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Because if I had, Mikhail, you'd already be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ben and Alex have stopped while Ben studies his map]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: If we head North, we should get to em before they reach the tower.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: Why did you let me come?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I let you come because I'm delivering you to your new family. I let you come because you betrayed me, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: You locked Karl in a cage. You put him a room and tried to brainwash him.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I didn't want him to get you pregnant. I suppose I overreacted. We better get going.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: Ben. Why do you have to stop them? Why won't you just let them leave.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Because I can't, Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Alex appear before the Losties on a hillside.]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Hello, Jack. We need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Inside The Looking Glass, Mikhail exits the comms room]&lt;br /&gt;GRETA: What did Ben say?&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: Can we kill him?&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Is it possible to turn this equipment off?&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: What?&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: The equipment that's jamming the Island, can you turn it off?&lt;br /&gt;GRETA: Sure. Ben gave us the code.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: You are the only ones who have it?&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: Yeah. Why?&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: What would happen if this station were to be flooded?&lt;br /&gt;GRETA: Nothing. The casing for the equipment is waterproof, it'll keep going forever.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Then why do you need to be here?&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: Because Ben told us to. We were following orders.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: And you never asked why?&lt;br /&gt;BONNIE: No. Because I trust him. And I trust Jacob. And the minute I start questioning orders, this whole thing, everything that we're doing here falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jack and Ben stand opposite each other on the hillside. Kate heads off to check the flank, as Jack approaches Ben.]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [To Naomi] Hi, I'm Benjamin, I don't believe we've had the pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Don't talk to him! [To Ben] What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Just a moment of your time. To talk, you and me, alone.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: For what?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Jack you've just killed seven of my people, the least you can give me is five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;[Rose and Sun exchange anxious looks. Kate arrives back to Jack]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: He alone?&lt;br /&gt;KATE: There's only two sets of tracks, his and hers.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben nods. As he leads the wway, Jack grabs Ben's walkie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jack follows Ben away from the main group]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Have a seat.&lt;br /&gt;[They both sit.]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Not so long ago, Jack. I made a decision, that took the lives of over forty people in a single day. I'm telling you this because, history is about to repeat itself, right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Let me guess, you've got us surrounded, and if I don't do what you say you're gonna, you're gonna kill all my people.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: No Jack, you are.&lt;br /&gt;[Jack laughs]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: And how am I going to do that, Ben?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: The woman you're travelling with. The one who parachuted onto the Island from that helicopter. She's not who she says she is.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: She's not, huh?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: No she's not.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Then who is she?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: She's a representative of some people who've been trying to find this Island, Jack. She's one of the bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Oh, I almost forgot, you're the, you're the good guys.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Jack, listen to me. If you phone her boat, every single living person on this Island will be killed. So here's what has to happen. Get that device, the phone she carries with her, and give it me. I will turn around, we'll go back to my people, you will turn around and go back to your people.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: I'm not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;[They both stand.]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: May I have my walkie back?&lt;br /&gt;JACK: What?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: There's something you need to hear. Please.&lt;br /&gt;[Jack gives it him]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Tom, are you there?&lt;br /&gt;TOM: Yes, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [To Jack] Your plan killed seven of my people, but the one's that you failed to kill are now holding your friends. Jin, Sayid, Bernard. At gunpoint.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Jack don't give him anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Sounds of a struggle can be heard over the walkie]&lt;br /&gt;BERNARD: Leave him alone!!&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: I said shut up!!&lt;br /&gt;[A thud signals Ryan hitting someone]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: And what's to stop me from snapping your neck?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [Quickly] Tom, unless you hear my voice in one minute, shoot all three of them.&lt;br /&gt;TOM: Got it.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben looks at his watch]&lt;br /&gt;RYAN: I said don't move!!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Bring me the phone, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Don't negotiate with him...&lt;br /&gt;JIN: No!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Forty seconds.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: No. I'm getting them all off the Island. All of them!!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Let me ask you something, Jack. Why do you wanna leave the Island? What is it that you so desperately want to get back to? You have no-one. Your father's dead, your wife left you, moved on with another man. Can you just not wait to get back to the hospital? Get back to fixing things? It's twenty seconds now. Just get me the phone, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: No.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Ten seconds. Bring me the phone.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: No.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I'm not bluffing!&lt;br /&gt;JACK: I WON'T DO IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Five. Four. Three...&lt;br /&gt;JACK: No.&lt;br /&gt;[Pause]&lt;br /&gt;[Three shots sound over the mike]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I'm so sorry, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jack attacks Ben, pounding him relentlessly and causing his own knuckles to bleed. Jack grabs the walkie.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jack drags a bloody Ben back to the main group, and throws him on the ground.]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Tie him up. He's coming with us.&lt;br /&gt;[Jack walks on and Kate chases after him. Alex approaches Ben, and Danielle approaches Alex]&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: What?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [Sighs] Alex. This is your mother.&lt;br /&gt;[They stare at each other, Rousseau holding back tears]&lt;br /&gt;ROUSSEAU: I'll help you tie him up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The group trek up a hill to see the radio tower dominating the sky. Inside the French message can be heard playing on loop. The recording is from a machine in the room by a speaker]&lt;br /&gt;ROUSSEAU: I recorded this sixteen years ago. [To Alex] Three days before you were born. I guess we don't need it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;[She turns off the recording and removes the tape]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: [To Naomi] All right, do it.&lt;br /&gt;[Naomi holds the phone]&lt;br /&gt;NAOMI: I can't get a signal in here.&lt;br /&gt;[They all exit the room and go outside, as everyone watches, including Ben who has been tied to a tree]&lt;br /&gt;NAOMI: I'm getting something!&lt;br /&gt;KATE: It's gonna work! It's happening, we're gonna get off of this Island!&lt;br /&gt;JACK: We'll celebrate when we're home.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Jack! I know you think you're saying your people. But you need to stop this. It's a mistake. JACK: The mistake was listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: This'll be your last chance, Jack. I'm telling you, making that call is the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;NAOMI: I've got it, I've got a signal!!!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Jack please, you don't know what you're doing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: I know exactly what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;[Naomi presses on the phone, and it says “CONNECTED”. Naomi suddenly shakes, and spurts blood from her mouth. She falls down with a knife in her back and drops the phone. Behind her, Locke moves forward]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: JOHN!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Locke pulls out the gun he found, and points it at Jack]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Step back, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: What did you do?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What I had to. Now step back.&lt;br /&gt;[Jack stays still as the phone tone signals that Naomi has made the call, and there just needs someone to answer it]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Stay away from the phone.&lt;br /&gt;[Jack dives for it. Locke tries to destroy it, but his shot misses and Jack takes it]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: What are you doing, John?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I don't wanna shoot you.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Do it, John! Shoot him! Do what you need to do...&lt;br /&gt;[Rousseau knocks him unconscious with an elbow strike to the face. The phone continues to beep waiting for someone to pick up.] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/LG9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Ben Linus dialogue, Season III&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-3075739271030419797?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/3075739271030419797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=3075739271030419797' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/3075739271030419797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/3075739271030419797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/05/322-323-through-looking-glass-finale.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.22 &amp; 3.23 Through the Looking Glass &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-5393329653176293399</id><published>2007-05-19T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T12:38:28.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Linus Benry Gale Dialogue Greatest Hits'/><title type='text'>3.21 Greatest Hits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/greatesthits13cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/greatesthits13cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/greatesthitsgun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/greatesthitsgun.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/greatesthits08cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/greatesthits08cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At the Other’s campsite,  Alex butchers a white rabbit and her hands are covered in blood. An angry Ben comes storming in from the jungle using his cane to keep his balance.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ben storms past Alex.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: When did you get back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: [turning to face Alex] Just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Where’s Locke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ben does a gunslingerish toss and flip thingy with the gun as he pulls it from his belt.  He holds it out to Alex.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/GreatestHits10cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/GreatestHits10cropped.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: [seething with barely controlled rage] Here’s your gun back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hesitantly, Alex reaches for the gun.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard [approaching] Ben, what’s going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Where’s Ryan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard: He’s in his tent.  Are you – are you alone?  Or---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben.  It’s time to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard: [Hesitantly] But you said tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Jacob wants it to happen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard: [In a low voice] What happened out there? Did John see---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: John had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Ryan!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ryan Price has been playing chess.  He snaps to.] Yes sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/Greatesthitschess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/Greatesthitschess.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: If you leave right now, how long will it take you to reach their camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Price: If I take my ten best, we can set up to hit ‘em by nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Then you better get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard:  But…no...wait….Ben…Moving up the schedule…Juliet might not be ready.  What if she hasn’t had time to indentify---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/Greatesthits2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e155/back_gammon/Greatesthits2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Then we’ll take all their women and we’ll sort out the ones we need later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Price:  And the men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  If any of them are stupid enough to get in the way, kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Price:  All right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Overhearing this exchange, Alex takes off running into the jungle.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-5393329653176293399?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/5393329653176293399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=5393329653176293399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/5393329653176293399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/5393329653176293399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/05/321-greatest-hits.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.21 Greatest Hits&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-8866713678202167376</id><published>2007-05-12T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T05:36:05.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost Ben Linus Man Behind the Curtain'/><title type='text'>3.20 The Man Behind the Curtain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkgtTdrsgEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZQ-zf2MHjQc/s1600-h/Man+Behind+5+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkgtTdrsgEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZQ-zf2MHjQc/s400/Man+Behind+5+cropped.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064347593386786882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ben is born two months prematurely in a forest outside Portland. Just before his mother dies in his father's arms, she asks that her son be named Benjamin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[On the Island, Ben looks at a doll in his tent. As Ben sits, Richard enters]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: What you got there?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Its a birthday present. Mine just happens to be today. You do remember brithdays, don't you Richard?&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: So do you want me to bring the er tape back to Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [Puts down the doll] What?&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: The tape with your instructions for Juliet, do you want me to bring it back to the medical station?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [Slightly irate] I recorded it yesterday, before we left, I thought you already took it!&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: No.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben gets up quickly and heads out of the tent]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Where's Tom? Tom! Have you seen my recorder?&lt;br /&gt;[Tom's gaze is fixed farther away, and Ben looks to see what it is he's staring at. He sees Locke, carrying a body on his back approach him]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You said that if I killed my father, you'd tell me everything I wanted to know about the Island.&lt;br /&gt;[He dumps the body-bag at Ben's feet]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: So why don't you start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Inside Ben's tent, Locke and Ben discuss matters over a glass of scotch/whisky]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I know I promised to tell you everything, John, and I wish it was as simple as me taking out a dusty old book and opening it up.&lt;br /&gt;[He offers Locke a glass, but is met with a blank face. He places the glass next to him instead]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: But its not that simple.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: How about you just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You probably think I'm the leader of this little community. But that's not entirely true. We all answer to someone, John.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: And whom might that be?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: His name is Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: OK then. Take me to Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;[John gets up and heads to leave]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Hell Ben, if you don't wanna take me maybe someone else will. I'll just go and ask Richard...&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Why would Richard take you? He doesn't know where Jacob is, he doesn't talk to Jacob...&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Well who talks to him?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I do.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: So you're the only one who talks to him!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: And no-one else knows where he is?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I was born here on this Island, I'm one of the last that was. Most of these people you see, I brought them here, so Jacob talks to me, John. He tells me what to do, trusts me.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: And, no-one else has ever seen him?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: How convenient. You know what I think, Ben? I think there is no Jacob. I think your people are idiots if they believe you take orders from someone else. You are the man behind the curtain, the Wizard of Oz. And you're a liar.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: And what might you base that theory on, John?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Because if you were telling the truth, your hand wouldn't be shaking.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben puts his other hand over the one holding the glass, which is shaking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYFG9rsf3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/yGOgJAXsX-Y/s1600-h/Man+behind++011+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063740448219889522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYFG9rsf3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/yGOgJAXsX-Y/s320/Man+behind++011+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FLASHBACK]&lt;br /&gt;[A young Ben walks down a jetty from the submarine with his father and a number of other people. Roger looks at an array of DHARMA boxes, vans, a boat, while Ben sees a sign saying “Namaste! The Dharma Initiative”]&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: Namaste!&lt;br /&gt;[She puts a floral necklace over Roger]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: Namaste!&lt;br /&gt;[She puts another necklace over Ben]&lt;br /&gt;[A man greets Roger. Its the same man who stopped his car when Ben was a baby]&lt;br /&gt;MALE DRIVER: Hey, welcome to the Island man! Namaste.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Namaste, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;MALE DRIVER: So, what do ya think?&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Wow this is, some place. Thanks again for the opportunity Mr. Goodspeed.&lt;br /&gt;MR. GOODSPEED: Horace! Please.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Horace.&lt;br /&gt;HORACE: And this must be Ben.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Yeah. [To Ben] Mr. Goodspeed was there the day you were born.&lt;br /&gt;HORACE: Yes I was.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: He's doing us a big favour here. Gave your old man a job. [To Horace] Ah he don't say much.&lt;br /&gt;HORACE: That's OK. I bet he will when he has something to say, right Ben? Hey, you hungry kiddo? Huh, huh? Great. Well I'll tell you what, after you're done processing, we'll have some lunch, how's that sound?&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Yeah thank you.&lt;br /&gt;HORACE: You're gonna love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Inside a room, a group of people are being inducted. A television shows a video of Marvin Candle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARVIN: Welcome to the Island. For your own comfort and safety, we ask that you stay within the confines of your new living quarters. Our Barracks are surrounded by a high frequency sonar fence, to protect us from the Island's abundant and diverse wildlife. You are now a member of the DHARMA Initiative...&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: [To other viewers] What kind of wildlife you think this fence is protecting us from?&lt;br /&gt;MAN: Roger Linus? Roger Linus!&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[Roger heads to register as the video continues]&lt;br /&gt;MARVIN: Every morning you will be given a new code which will allow you to cross outside the fence... there are properties on this Island that exist nowhere else on Earth. Our mission, is to study these properties for the betterment of mankind and advancement of world peace. Most of you will be working on the main (inaudible), should you be assigned... (inaudible)&lt;br /&gt;[Ben looks around at staff giving injections to some individuals. A young girl approaches him]&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: Hey. You're new huh.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben nods]&lt;br /&gt;GIRL: I'm Annie. Want one?&lt;br /&gt;[She shows him an Apollo bar. Ben takes it]&lt;br /&gt;ANNIE: You can have as many as you want.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben then overhears Roger talking to a female member of staff. Her shirt reveals her name as “Opal”]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Work man? What is this? Work man? I'm a janitor!&lt;br /&gt;OPAL: I'm sorry Mr. Linus.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Goodspeed told me you people were doing experiments, changing the world. I didn't come here to clean up after ya!&lt;br /&gt;OPAL: Look if anything else opens up, you can feel free to apply for it.&lt;br /&gt;[Roger walks away in a huff]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: [To Ben] Come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYFgtrsf4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/R1ltjoQBzZM/s1600-h/man-promo16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063740890601521026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYFgtrsf4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/R1ltjoQBzZM/s320/man-promo16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Out in the jungle, a man runs. Mikhail sprints into the Others camp]&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Where is Ben!!! Where is he!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Ben steps out of his tent]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I thought you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: I'm fortunate the pylons were not set to a lethal level.&lt;br /&gt;[Locke exits the tent too]&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: What is he doing here?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Its all right.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: He's the one who tried to kill me!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: He's with us now. Where have you been Mikhail?&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: I encountered several of his people in the jungle. They had an injured woman with them. Apparently she had just parachuted onto the Island.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: What!&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Her helo crashed into water. She says her ship is approximately 130 clicks to the West of us. She has a radio telephone.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Where is she now?&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: I assume they have taken her back to their camp.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: We'll be visiting their camp day after tomorrow, we'll take care of it then.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Day after tomorrow? We have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Ben's not going anywhere with you.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: He and I are going to see Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;[The rest of the Others begin to murmur the name. Tom and Richard look on with shocked faces]&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Please ell me this isn't true Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [Pauses] I'm sorry I have to deal with this now, John, our excursion will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;MIKHAIL: Since when do you explain yourself to him? An outsider...&lt;br /&gt;[Locke punches Mikhail to the ground and proceeds to violently beat him]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Tom! Richard!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Locke seizes his attack, leaving Mikhail bleeding]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: [To Ben] So when do we leave?&lt;br /&gt;[Later, Ben and Locke collect water from a stream]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You know you didn't have to beat Mikhail senseless to make your point, John.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: Locke.&lt;br /&gt;[Both Ben and Locke turn to see Alex]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYN29rsgCI/AAAAAAAAAME/WocKGhF2m9A/s1600-h/Man+Behind+2+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063750068946632738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYN29rsgCI/AAAAAAAAAME/WocKGhF2m9A/s320/Man+Behind+2+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: I hear you're gonna go see Jacob. You're gonna need this.&lt;br /&gt;[She holds out a gun for Locke. Ben looks on with a look of surprise]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: [Taking the gun] Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;[Alex turns to leave, but then looks back at Ben]&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: [Coldly] Happy birthday, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;[She leaves]&lt;br /&gt;[FLASHBACK]&lt;br /&gt;[Ben sits in class while a teacher discusses volcanoes. Her shirt reveals her name to be “Olivia”]&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA: So once water is added to the bicarbonate, we will get our very own volcanic reaction.&lt;br /&gt;[Annie raises her hand]&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;ANNIE: Is that what happened to the volcano on this Island?&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA: Exactly Annie, but that was a long time ago. OK, lets get ourselves an eruption.&lt;br /&gt;[The kids murmur with excitement. Olivia pours the water into the model volcano and the volcano overflows with fizzy liquid]&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA: Just add water and, voilà. Now I know its not lava but....&lt;br /&gt;[The ground begins to shake. As the kids murmur, a siren sounds]&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA: OK everyone into your positions. That's right, all together. Annie, lock the backdoor please!&lt;br /&gt;[Olivia loads a shotgun as Annie padlocks the door]&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA: [Sees Ben hasn't moved] Ben. Come on, honey, you gotta move. Ben!&lt;br /&gt;[Outside a number of DHARMA staff are running past with guns. Annie grabs Ben]&lt;br /&gt;ANNIE: Come on.&lt;br /&gt;[They sit in the corner with the others]&lt;br /&gt;ANNIE: Don't worry its just the Hostiles. We'll be OK.&lt;br /&gt;[The DHARMA staff shout and a loud explosion can be heard]&lt;br /&gt;[At night, Horace talks with Roger in his house at the Barracks. Ben listens from the next room]&lt;br /&gt;HORACE: Hey man I heard you ran into a little trouble.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: We're driving back from the Flame and we hear this huge explosion. Next thing I know, there's a siren wailing, and we're driving to the middle of a shoot-out.&lt;br /&gt;HORACE: Look we're having some skirmishes with the natives.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: What do you mean, natives?&lt;br /&gt;HORACE: Well, we're not exactly sure who they are.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: [Throws down a beer can] Oh this ain't what I signed up for!&lt;br /&gt;HORACE: Roger, I did you a favour man. You were having trouble finding work and don't forget about Ben, he's getting a quality education.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: I don't give a damn about his education. If I'm gonna get shot at I want hazard pay. I want another thirty grand.&lt;br /&gt;HORACE: Calm down man.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: And don't try to tell me you don't have it, you hear me.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben hears rattling at his window]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: All right get the hell out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben closes his door fully and turns. Staring at him outside the window is his mother. Ben falls back, knocking over a chair. He gets up as Roger enters]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: I thought I told you to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;[He leaves. Ben looks again but his mother is no longer there. He looks at an old photograph of her in his room and cries]&lt;br /&gt;[Out in the jungle, Ben loads his canteen into his pack as they prepare to head out]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Something you should know, John, before we go. Whether or not you think he's the Wizard of Oz, I can assure you that Jacob is very very real. And we're gonna go see him, and he's not gonna like it. In fact I have a feeling he's going to be very angry. And that's why my hand was shaking because this is not a man you go and see. This is a man who summons you.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Well I guess there's a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;[They leave the camp, Locke looking at a bruised Mikhail as they go]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYHL9rsf6I/AAAAAAAAALE/SIbixrssxM8/s1600-h/Man+Behind+4+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063742733142491042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYHL9rsf6I/AAAAAAAAALE/SIbixrssxM8/s320/Man+Behind+4+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FLASHBACK]&lt;br /&gt;[Ben sits on the swings at the Barracks with Annie. He unwraps a present to find two carved wooden dolls, one boy and one girl]&lt;br /&gt;ANNIE: It's us. That's you and that's me. Now we never have to be away from each other. Happy birthday, Ben.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;ANNIE: You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYIqtrsf-I/AAAAAAAAALk/cPzNpKljOtw/s1600-h/Man+Behind+painting+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063744360935096290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYIqtrsf-I/AAAAAAAAALk/cPzNpKljOtw/s320/Man+Behind+painting+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[At night, Ben arrives back at the house to find Roger asleep on the couch with beer cans scattered around the room. Ben puts a blanket over him and Roger rouses]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: [Sees the wrapped present] It's your birthday. Sorry I forgot. Kinda hard to celebrate on the day you killed your Mom. She was just seven months pregnant, we went for a hike, but you had to come early. Now, she's gone, and I'm stuck here on this Island, with you. [Pauses] Happy birthday, Ben.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben rounds out crying. He goes straight to the sonar fence, hearing whispers. His mother then appears in front of him, on the other side of the barrier.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Mom?&lt;br /&gt;[Ben runs toward the barrier]&lt;br /&gt;EMILY: Ben, don't!&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Mom!&lt;br /&gt;EMILY: It's not time yet, Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;[She leaves]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;[In real-time, Locke and Ben trek through the jungle at night. They approach a line of what appears to be grey powder. Ben pauses and then steps over it. Locke looks at it and sniffs it]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Let's go, John. John!&lt;br /&gt;[Locke follows]&lt;br /&gt;[FLASHBACK]&lt;br /&gt;[Ben heads to the sonar fence armed with the deactivation code. He enters it, turns the dial, and the sound of the fence buzzing dies down. He pulls out a white rabbit, and shoos it across the fence line to ensure it really is off, then runs through, collecting the rabbit as he goes. He heads into the jungle, hearing whispers]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Mom? Mom? Mom! MOM!!! Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;[Ben hears the whispers, and then turns to see a younger Richard Alpert standing right by him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYNKNrsgBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sWduC7i_eVI/s1600-h/Man+behind+Richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063749300147486738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYNKNrsgBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sWduC7i_eVI/s320/Man+behind+Richard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: Wo wo wo wo. Wo. Wo, hey hey, wo I didn't mean to scare you, wait. Wait, are you lost, wait.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Are you one of them?&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: One of whom?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: A hostile.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: Do you even know what that word means? What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Ben.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: Ben. So you wanna tell me what you're doing in the middle of the jungle all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I left home, and, I'm looking for my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: You think she's out here?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You wouldn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: Try me.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: She's dead.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: Did she die here, on the Island?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: No. When I was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: Did you see her Ben, out here, in the jungle?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: She talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: What did she say?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: That I couldn't come with her, she said it wasn't time yet.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: You should go home now, your people will be looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I don't want to go back there! I hate it there. Take me with you.&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: Maybe that can happen. Maybe. But if that's what you really want Ben if that's what you want, I want you to really think about that. And you're gonna have to be very, very patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYH-Nrsf8I/AAAAAAAAALU/Nkf4qXBUC9U/s1600-h/Man+behind+9+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063743596430917570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYH-Nrsf8I/AAAAAAAAALU/Nkf4qXBUC9U/s320/Man+behind+9+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In real-time, Ben and Locke approach an old shack in the jungle at night]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: We're here.&lt;br /&gt;[Locke shines his flash-light at Ben]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You'll wanna turn off your flash-light, John.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Why?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Jacob feels the same way about technology as you do.&lt;br /&gt;[Locke turns the light off and they leave their bags outside. Ben reaches the door and lights a lantern]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Once I open this door, there's no turning back. You sure this is what you want?&lt;br /&gt;[Locke stares at him]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: So be it. [To the door] Jacob! I'm here with John Locke, we're coming in now.&lt;br /&gt;[Inside Locke looks around the room. Jars stand by the window, a painting of a dog can be seen by the wall. Ben moves over to an empty chair]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Jacob. This is John. Aren't you going to say hello, John?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [Looks to the chair] I told you he wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Who, what are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You can't see him?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: See who?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Jacob. He's sitting right here. In this chair. [Looks at the chair] Yes I know but he insisted.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What is this?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You wanted the secrets of the Island, well here they are. This is the man who can answer every single.... [Looks at the chair] I am not. He made me bring him here, do you think that that was my... Sorry, may I finish?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You don't know anything about the Island do ya, you just, made it all up.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [Looks at the chair] Jacob please I can't hear him... if you're gonna talk over... sentences...&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Stop. Stop. Shut up!!! You putting on a show for me? Or do you, do you really think there's someone there?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I know there's someone there.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You don't know anything.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I'm sorry you feel that way, John. And I'm sorry that you're too limited to see.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You're pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;[As Locke leaves he hears a voice]&lt;br /&gt;VOICE: Help... me.&lt;br /&gt;[Locke turns]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I, I didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Oh yes you did, I heard you, [raises the flash-light], you said...&lt;br /&gt;[Suddenly the room takes on a life of its own. Chairs rock, glass smashes, the lantern catches fire and windows shatter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYJb9rsgAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OwInE-cKujY/s1600-h/Man+Behind+12+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063745207043653634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYJb9rsgAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/OwInE-cKujY/s320/Man+Behind+12+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: [To the chair] That's enough, you've had your fun!&lt;br /&gt;[Ben is thrust back against the wall. For a split moment there is a figure in the chair and a close-up of an eye. Locke runs out of the house. Ben follows. Pause]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What was that?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: That was Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;[The next day, Ben and Locke walk back through the jungle]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: What did you hear in there, John? What did Jacob say to you?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: He didn't say anything to me. You did.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: There is no Jacob, Ben. I'm not gonna be taken in by the little show you put on last night. You're a fraud. And its time your people were told the truth. And this is not the way we came.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I'm taking us back another way. I wanted to show you something first.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I've seen enough.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You know, John, you're not wrong, some of the things I've told you, some of the things I've told everybody, are simply not true.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Well, for starters, I wasn't born on this Island.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Then where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: That's what I wanna show you.&lt;br /&gt;[FLASHBACK]&lt;br /&gt;[A much older Ben is in his house, and zips up a DHARMA jumpsuit with “Ben – Work Man” stitched on. He looks at his watch, and then the doll Annie gave him years earlier, which he places in his bag. He heads outside carrying items to a DHARMA van. A now aged Roger is struggling to put pallets of beer into the back]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Morning. OK, wait. Put it right, right down there. What's your problem now? Sure you're usually Chatty Cathy in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: It's my birthday. I dunno why I keep fooling myself into thinking that one of these years you're actually gonna remember.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Well I'll tell you what. All we gotta do this morning is run this stuff out to the Pearl station. Why don't we go up to the mesa, drink some beers. Have some, I dunno, father and son time.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYIVNrsf9I/AAAAAAAAALc/Ok9xfqPkjKc/s1600-h/Man+Behind+22+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063743991567908818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYIVNrsf9I/AAAAAAAAALc/Ok9xfqPkjKc/s320/Man+Behind+22+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Roger drives the van up to the mesa]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Well, you sure can't say it ain't beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;[Roger drinks a beer]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Do you really blame me?&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: What?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Do you really think its my fault that she died.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: What do I know.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben looks at his watch]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Why do you keep looking at your watch? You got a date? [Pauses] Listen. If it makes you feel any better, I will do my best to remember your birthday next year.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I don't think that's going to happen, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You know I've missed her too. Maybe as much as you have. But the difference is, for as long as I can remember, I've had to put up with you. And doing that required a tremendous amount of patience.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben pulls out a gas mask]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Goodbye, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben puts it on and then releases a gas canister]&lt;br /&gt;ROGER: Ben?&lt;br /&gt;[Roger struggles for breath as blood spurts from his nose and mouth]&lt;br /&gt;[At the Barracks, Ben walks with gas mask on. He sees all the DHARMA employees lining the ground, all dead. He then notices Horace on a bench, and closes his eyes. Richard and the Hostiles arrive with masks on. Richard checks his watch, then removes his mask taking a deep breath. The rest of the team follow, as does Ben]&lt;br /&gt;RICHARD: You want us to erm, go get his body?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: No leave him out there.&lt;br /&gt;[In real-time, Locke stands over a mass open grave full of skeletons, some still wearing their DHARMA jumpsuits]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: This is where I came from, John. These are my people. The DHARMA Initiative. They came here seeking harmony, but they couldn't even coexist with the Island's original inhabitants. And when it became clear that one side had to go. One side had to be purged. I did what I had to do. I was one of the people that was smart enough to make sure that I didn't end up in that ditch, which makes me considerably smarter than you, John.&lt;br /&gt;[John turns to strike but Ben shoots him. Locke falls into the ditch]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: What did Jacob say to you?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Why did you do this?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Because you heard him. Now I need to know what he said.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Help me&lt;br /&gt;BEN: John, I'm not going to ask you again. What did he say to you?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: He said... help me.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben looks troubled, and flinches for a moment]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Well I certainly hope he helps you, John.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben leaves Locke lying in the ditch]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYG7drsf5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/RbYGtXOv1cc/s1600-h/Man+Behind+27+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063742449674649490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkYG7drsf5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/RbYGtXOv1cc/s320/Man+Behind+27+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-8866713678202167376?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/8866713678202167376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=8866713678202167376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/8866713678202167376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/8866713678202167376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/05/320-man-behind-curtain.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.20 The Man Behind the Curtain&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RkgtTdrsgEI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZQ-zf2MHjQc/s72-c/Man+Behind+5+cropped.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-36570680603870317</id><published>2007-05-05T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:51:07.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost Brig Ben Linus Benry Gale Dialogue Michael Emerson'/><title type='text'>3.19 The Brig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rjyh79rsfjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MrRtSrXEftg/s1600-h/brig+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rjyh79rsfjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MrRtSrXEftg/s320/brig+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061098132799782450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rjyh8NrsfkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vP2Lbq5oSQ4/s1600-h/Brig+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rjyh8NrsfkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vP2Lbq5oSQ4/s320/Brig+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061098137094749762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rjyh8drsflI/AAAAAAAAAII/7AVkuYVoLQ8/s1600-h/Brig+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rjyh8drsflI/AAAAAAAAAII/7AVkuYVoLQ8/s320/Brig+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061098141389717074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;8 Days Ago: The scene flashes back to the moment Ben reveals Locke's Dad, Anthony Cooper, bound and gagged in the Other's jail. Ben, Richard, and Tom look on&lt;/em&gt;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Dad? What is this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  You tell me. You brought him here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  I didn't bring him here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I'd be careful about getting to close to him, John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Where did you find him? Wha...Why did you bring him here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I've already said we didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  You want me to ask him how he got here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Be my guest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Locke walks over and removes Cooper's gag. Cooper instantly bites down hard on Locke:  hand, drawing blood.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Tom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tom quickly steps forward and shocks Cooper in the neck with a tazer-like device which stops Cooper's biting of Locke. Locke backs out the doorway to stand with Ben and Richard just outside the room.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I warned you, John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper:  Don't you know, John? Don't you know where we are? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tom closes the door keeping himself and Cooper in the room and Ben, Richard, and Locke outside the room] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  What did he mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I'm afraid we don't have time to deal with that right now, John. We're leaving first thing in the morning, all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Where are you going? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  We're going to a new place. Well, an old place actually. Would you like to come with us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Good. We're holding Kate a few buildings over from here. Maybe you'd like to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjzCiNrsfmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KqMU4afRZmk/s1600-h/brig+11+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjzCiNrsfmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KqMU4afRZmk/s320/brig+11+cropped.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061133974301867618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3 Days ago. Locke walks over to Ben's tent. He is sitting and listening to the tape recording that Juliet made for him. Her voice can be heard on the tape  “&lt;em&gt;Ben, it's 6 A.M. on Saturday morning. Kwon is pregnant. The fetus is healthy and was conceived on island with her husband. He was sterile before they got here&lt;/em&gt;.”  Ben shuts the tape player off as Locke walks in the tent] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjzDMdrsfnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VpLzASuTwxU/s1600-h/brig+12+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjzDMdrsfnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VpLzASuTwxU/s320/brig+12+cropped.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061134700151340658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjzDMtrsfoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qyZjq-a6MSc/s1600-h/brig+14+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjzDMtrsfoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qyZjq-a6MSc/s320/brig+14+cropped.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061134704446307970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjzDMtrsfpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MbgIQPL6Utk/s1600-h/brig+13+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjzDMtrsfpI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MbgIQPL6Utk/s320/brig+13+cropped.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061134704446307986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Hello John. Thanks for coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  [Pointing to the tape player] What's that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Juliet is gathering information for us at your former camp. She's determining if any of the women are pregnant. Then we're gonna go in and...take them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Take them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  This is not the first time we've done this, John. Trust me, no one will get hurt.. [Pointing to his cane] Could you pass me that please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Locke picks up and hands Ben his cane] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Using the cane, Ben stands up which surprises Locke.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I believe I have you to thank for this, John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ben walks over and puts the tape player in a nightstand drawer.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  A week ago, I couldn't move my toes, but the minute you showed up, I started to feel pins and needles. And this is only the beginning, John. I can't wait to show you what this island can do. But unfortunately you're not ready, John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Well...No, I'm ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  No John, you're not. You're still crippled by the memories of the man you used to be before you came to this island. And you'll never be free until you release the hold that your father has over you. Why do you think you brought him here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Oh, oh, oh, the magic box. Okay, Ben, how about you show me the magic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  [Interrupting] The magic box is a metaphor, John. I can't show you anything until you can show me that you're ready and willing to be one of us. When people join us here on this island, they need to make a gesture of free will...of commitment. That's why you're gonna have to kill your father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Locke glances outside of Ben's tent to an old stone column that Cooper is chained to.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later It’s now night. Locke is asleep in the Others camp. Ben awakens him by tapping him with his cane.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Wake up, John. It's time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ben leads John to a pillar where Cooper is gagged and chained. The rest of the Others have gathered and watch expectantly. Ben hands John a large knife. Locke takes it.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I know it won't be easy, but the quicker the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ben pulls Cooper's gag off.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper:  You're kidding me, right? You expect him to kill me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  John, the hesitation that you're feeling is just the part of you that still feels like he has a perfectly good explanation for stealing your kidney...throwing you out of an 8 story window. Don't you want to be free from him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper:  The hesitation he's feeling is because he is a spineless... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Shut up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Locke looks around and sees that all the Others in the camp have gathered and are watching the scene play out] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  I gotta think... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Don't think, John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rj0IsdrsfqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CiZji_YJXSk/s1600-h/Brig+16+crp%5B%5Bed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rj0IsdrsfqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/CiZji_YJXSk/s320/Brig+16+crp%5B%5Bed.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061211116209471138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper:  You’re wasting your time, bug eye. Me and him have been through all this. All he wants is his daddy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Shut up! I said shut up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper: You really haven't figured it out yet have you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Let go of him, John. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Why are you doing this to me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  You're doing this to yourself. As long as he's still breathing, you'll still be that same sad, pathetic little man that was kicked off his walkabout tour because you couldn't walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Locke pushes the point of the knife under Cooper's chin. It starts to bleed, but he does not shove it all the way in. He then pulls it back.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper:  I'll be here the rest of the week John if you change your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ben raises his cane and strickes Cooper, knocking him out.  He then takes the knife away from Locke] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  [To the crowd] I'm sorry. He's not who we thought he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Locke walks away through the crowd, embarrassed and dejected.]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later. It’s now yesterday.  The scene flashes back to Locke waking up on the ground to the sound of the Others breaking camp. He gets up and finds Ben.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Ben. What's going on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  We're moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Moving? Where are we going? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  We are not moving anywhere, John. You are going to stay behind. You both are going to stay behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  What? You're not taking him?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Locke points to Cooper who still stands chained to a column in the distance.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  He's your mess, John. Why would we clean it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Ben, if you're trying to put me in my place or embarrass me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Where would you get a ridiculous idea like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Well, you can't leave me. After everything you can't just... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Don't tell me what I can't do, John.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  But I thought I was...special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Well, everyone makes mistakes. We're leaving now. We'll leave a trail, one you can track. And John, unless you're carrying your fathers body on your back, don't bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rj0JVtrsfrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/in9s5HkXNSs/s1600-h/brig+18+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rj0JVtrsfrI/AAAAAAAAAI4/in9s5HkXNSs/s320/brig+18+cropped.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061211824879074994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ben walks away and joins the Others who are all leaving.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rj0JV9rsfsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LlFfgVvg6-8/s1600-h/brig+20+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rj0JV9rsfsI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LlFfgVvg6-8/s320/brig+20+cropped.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061211829174042306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-36570680603870317?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/36570680603870317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=36570680603870317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/36570680603870317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/36570680603870317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/05/319-brig.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.19 The Brig&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rjyh79rsfjI/AAAAAAAAAH4/MrRtSrXEftg/s72-c/brig+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-4934147940044504645</id><published>2007-04-22T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:55:30.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.16 One of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuhheyLavI/AAAAAAAAAEs/11890yQzN1Y/s1600-h/oneofuscap-760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuhheyLavI/AAAAAAAAAEs/11890yQzN1Y/s320/oneofuscap-760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056312603224795890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuhhuyLawI/AAAAAAAAAE0/525Ji-28ing/s1600-h/oneofuscap-740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuhhuyLawI/AAAAAAAAAE0/525Ji-28ing/s320/oneofuscap-740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056312607519763202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Riuhh-yLaxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GQwtbCrvqko/s1600-h/oneofuscap-635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Riuhh-yLaxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GQwtbCrvqko/s320/oneofuscap-635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056312611814730514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Juliet looks up and sees the ladder leading out the sub hatch. Sunlight and the sounds of birds chirping comes down the hatch opening. Juliet climbs up the ladder and onto the sub's deck. She stands and sees the island for the first time. The camera backs out and shows the small sub, the dock and the mountains of the island. Ben walks up the pier to the sub] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Hello Dr. Burke. My name is Benjamin Linus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Juliet is still standing on top of the sub. Ben reaches up to her and shakes her hand] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I'm really looking forward to working with you. Watch your step here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Ben helps Juliet step off the sub onto the pier and they walk toward the island]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Flashback to Juliet in an operating room on the island. A few others are there as well. Everyone is wearing a blue smock with the DHARMA logo of The Flame station printed on them. An EKG with a long beep shows a flat line. With bloody latex gloves, Ethan pulls down his mask] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: She's gone, Juliet. She's dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Goodwin is also in the room. Behind him can be seen a large round clock on the wall. The time reads 12:18] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodwin: [Speaking to Juliet] Hey, it's okay. You tried. Why don't you go ahead and take off. I'll talk to Ben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet walks out of the room. Cut to shot of Juliet sitting on a rocky section of the beach looking out into the ocean. Ben walks up beside her. He is carrying a brown satchel on a strap over his shoulder] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  It was Sabine's choice to get pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben sits next to her] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  She knew she was taking a risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:  I think it happens at conception. And if that's the case there's nothing I can do about it. At least not here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I'm not sure I understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   The only way to see if I'm right is to take a woman off the island, back to Miami... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  You're not taking anybody off the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   In that case, there's nothing more I can do. I know you put a lot of faith in me, Ben. And I'm sorry I couldn't help you. My sister's giving birth...in 3 months...and I haven't even been able to call her. It's time for me to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet gets up and starts to walk away] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Your sister won't be giving birth in 3 months, Juliet. She'll be dead before then. Her cancer is back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet stops and looks at Ben. Ben opens the brown satchel and pulls out a document folder. Juliet looks inside at graphs of a cancer screening. She becomes distraught] &lt;br /&gt;Juliet Where did you get this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Mikhail. I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. I just didn't see what good it would do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   [Yelling] What good it would do?! I could have gone home! I could have been with her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  You still can. You can go home, Juliet. Be with her in her final days. Or you can stay here and help me with our problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   Why would I stay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Because if you do, I will cure your sister's cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   I'm supposed to take that on faith? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  You've been here for 6 months. You've done extensive workups on all of us. Have you seen even a trace of cancer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   That's here! And being that you won't let me bring my sister here I'm going to need more... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Jacob said he would take care of it himself. Unless, of course, you don't have faith in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet looks upset but wanting to believe] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Every woman on this island needs you. If you choose to stay...I promise you, we will save Rachel's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The scene shifts to Juliet walking out of her house and down the sidewalk while carrying the x-rays with her] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Morning Juliet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [The scene shifts to Ben sitting at his desk when he hears a knock on his door. He is reading the book Carrie. He walks and opens the door] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   Can I come in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet enters and Ben close the door] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I was just finishing Carrie. Still don't know why you picked it, but boy is it depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   You have a tumor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  [Stunned] What?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   When you told me about your back pain I said that I would take some x-rays to see if it was a small fracture or a herniated disk...but that's not your problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet takes out the x-ray and hands it to Ben] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   Your problem is a large tumor surrounding your L-4 vertebrae. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben studies the x-ray and appears shocked] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   You're surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Well, you just told me that I have cancer, Juliet, of course I'm surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   No, I told you that you have a tumor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben walks to his kitchen and Juliet follows him] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   Why are you scared? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I'm not scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben takes a glass from the cabinet and begins filling it with water from the sink faucet] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   Why are you scared, Ben? You said no one on this island ever had cancer. You told me that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I know what I told you, Juliet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   You told me you could fix it! You said that! You said that you cured my sister! You lied to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  [Defensive] No I did not lie to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   If you can cure cancer, Ben, then why do you have it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet slaps the glass of water out of Ben's hand, it falls to the floor breaking, and she points her finger in his face] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   I want to talk to her. I want to talk to Rachel! I want to talk to her, now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  It's not gonna happen, Juliet, but I can promise you that Rachel is fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   You never cured her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   You're a liar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  No, Juliet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   [Screaming] You lied to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I told you the truth! I gave you my word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   [Crying] I don't... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [She breaks down and buries her face in Ben's chest. Ben seems shocked and doesn't know how to respond] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   [Crying] I want to go home. I want to go home, Ben. Please. Can't you please just let me go home? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   [Anguished] Ohhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben walks away and Juliet falls on his kitchen counter crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene flashes back to Juliet playing a CD and listening to the song 'Downtown' by Petula Clark. Images are shown of her struggling to hold it together, setting up chairs in a circle, the book club meeting where an argument breaks out, the earth shaking which ends the meeting, and everyone heading outside to witness Flight 815 breaking apart in the sky] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Goodwin. Ethan. There may actually be survivors...and you're one of them. You're a passenger. You're in shock. Listen, learn, and don't get involved. I want lists in 3 days. Go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ethan and Goodwin head out and Ben turns to Juliet who is holding a copy of the book Carrie]  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  So I guess I'm out of the book club.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet turns and starts to walk away] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Juliet? Juliet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet turns and faces Ben] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I was looking for you this morning. You and I need to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   Now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  We have some time. It's important. Take a walk with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben and Juliet start walking and the scene shifts to them walking up to The Flame station at night] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  [Speaking into a walkie-talkie] Mikhail, we're here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Static is heard] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  He never has his walkie on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   What are we doing here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Something I need to show you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [They approach The Flame station] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Mikhail! It's Ben! I'm here with Juliet! We're approaching the house! Don't shoot us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikhail: [From inside the station] Well hurry up then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Inside The Flame station Mikhail leads Ben and Juliet to a wall of monitors] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikhail: Did you see it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  A plane fell out of the sky, Mikhail... of course we saw it. What do you have so far? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Mikhail sits in front of 6 monitors which appear to display images of the plane and different news feeds of the event] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikhail: Oceanic Flight 815. Left Sydney, Australia, headed for Los Angeles, 324 people on board including the flight crew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I want detailed files on every single passenger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikhail: Already working on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Can we uplink to Richard in Acadia Park please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Mikhail adjusts a dial on the console] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  [To Juliet] Yesterday, you called me a liar. I was hurt by that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben puts on a set of headphones and addresses the uplink] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Hello Richard, can you hear me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [The screen focuses on a copy of the Miami Journal. Ben points to the screen] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Notice today's date. This is live. Okay Richard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [The scene pans out to show a playground where a young boy slides down a slide and is caught by a woman. The woman turns and it is Rachel holding a young boy] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   Oh my God. Oh my God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet steps forward, places her hands on the screen] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   [Crying] Oh. Oh my God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [The scene on the screen shows Rachel and her child running and laughing on the playground] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  A little over 2 years ago, to everyone's surprise, Rachel's cancer went into complete remission. Shortly after, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. His name is Julian. [To the uplink] Okay thank you, Richard. You'll wanna get back here as soon as you can. We may have some new visitors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [The screen goes blank and Juliet reacts in anguish] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   [Crying] Oh God! No! No! No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [She grabs Mikhail's hand which is on the control, but the feed is lost] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  I'm not a liar Juliet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   [Crying] I want to go home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  That's not our agreement. You need to stay here until your work is finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   [Crying] It's impossible. The mothers keep dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Then we'll find more mothers. Who knows...maybe there's even 1 on that plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene then shifts to Juliet stretching her tarp out and tying it to posts to construct a shelter. As she builds the structure she remembers a conversation with Ben. They are sitting at a table inside one of the Barracks homes] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Let's go over it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   I know what to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Let's go over it again, just to be sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   I drag Austen out into the jungle, handcuff myself to her, then tell her I was gassed, just like she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  If she catches you in the lie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   I'll admit to it, tell her it was the only way to earn her trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Good. What then? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   They'll take me back to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [While Juliet continues to talk to Ben, the scene shows her continuing to tie up the shelter. As she does this she watches the survivors, including Jin and a man who appear to be discussing fishing, Hurley and Sun preparing food, and Desmond sitting at a table] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   I know you want me to go there, but after everything we've done to them...it's going to be a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [The scene then shifts back to her memory showing us her and Ben sitting at the table] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  We've activated the implant in Claire. She should be symptomatic within the next 48 hours. By the time you get to that camp, you'll have a nice big crisis to solve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [While Juliet continues to talk to Ben, the scene shows her continuing to tie up the shelter. As she does this she watches the survivors, including Charlie, Jack, Claire and Aaron who are talking.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   I'll need supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Pryce is already on his way. He'll hide the case at Ethan's old drop point. Tell Jack that you can save her. He trust's you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [The scene shows Jack walking and seeing Juliet build the shelter. He gives her a big smile and she returns it with one of her own. The scene then shifts back to her memory showing her sitting at the table] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Are you alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:   I'm fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben sets a gas mask on the table in front of Juliet] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  See you in a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben rolls off in his wheelchair, Juliet takes the mask, and the scene shifts back to Juliet who is still tying the tarp to the shelter. She watches Jack fill a bottle with water. The scene ends with her providing a rather knowing and somewhat evil stare. The last shot is of Juliet's hands as she is tightly tying the last knot on the tent]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-4934147940044504645?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/4934147940044504645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=4934147940044504645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/4934147940044504645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/4934147940044504645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/316-one-of-us.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.16 One of Us&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuhheyLavI/AAAAAAAAAEs/11890yQzN1Y/s72-c/oneofuscap-760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-4591398911431424964</id><published>2007-04-22T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:37:54.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST Expose Henry Gale'/><title type='text'>3.14 Expose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Ri1RUeyLa6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/X17upoAdYkE/s1600-h/Expos%25C3%25A9-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Ri1RUeyLa6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/X17upoAdYkE/s320/Expos%25C3%25A9-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056787368909695906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Riueg-yLauI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NCVwKwr8Av8/s1600-h/cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Riueg-yLauI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NCVwKwr8Av8/s320/cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056309296099977954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The scene shifts to Paulo descending The Pearl Station. He explores the station using a flashlight and notices the monitors and a bathroom. He enters the bathroom and decides to store the matryoshka doll in the tank of the toilet. When he finishes he hears a voice, hides, and watches] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Who left this open? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:  Tom was down here a couple of days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Have him cover it up with the plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They walk up to a monitor and tune it to the Swan station. Jack is visible on the screen] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:  That him? Shephard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:  He's cute. Why are we doing this? Shephard will never agree to do the surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  No, I can convince him to do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:  How? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Same way I get anybody to do anything. I find out what he's emotionally invested in...and I exploit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:  So, what, we just grab all 3 of them...Ford and Austen too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  No, they need to come to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:  And how do we make that happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Michael of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:  Are we done here? This place gives me the creeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They turn off the lights and leave. Paulo then exits the bathroom and notices a walkie-talkie which he turns on to test and takes with him.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-4591398911431424964?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/4591398911431424964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=4591398911431424964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/4591398911431424964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/4591398911431424964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/314-expose.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.14 Expose&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Ri1RUeyLa6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/X17upoAdYkE/s72-c/Expos%25C3%25A9-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-4290605744405882462</id><published>2007-04-22T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:34:38.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.13 The Man From Tallahassee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivG1-yLa3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GjI-JBvIxaM/s1600-h/talahassee-cap575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivG1-yLa3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GjI-JBvIxaM/s320/talahassee-cap575.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056353637342342002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuYB-yLasI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pknanfM7GeY/s1600-h/talahassee-cap227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuYB-yLasI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pknanfM7GeY/s320/talahassee-cap227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056302166454266562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuYB-yLatI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OtmybVeQtQ4/s1600-h/talahassee-cap600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuYB-yLatI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OtmybVeQtQ4/s320/talahassee-cap600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056302166454266578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cut to shot of Ben sleeping in bed. Something awakens him but he doesn't see anything. He raises his electric bed to a more upright position and looks around the dark room] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:  Alex? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ben leans over and turns on his bedside lamp. Locke walks up from a corner pointing his gun at Ben] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben John! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Shhhh. [Whispering] Keep your voice down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   [Calmly] All right. It's all right, John. You don't have to point the gun at me. I can tell you where Jack is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  I'm not looking for Jack. I'm looking for the submarine. The submarine...where is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   I'm not sure what you mean, John. What submarine? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  The one you use to travel to and from the island. The one your man Mikhail told me about...right before I killed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: [Outside Ben's bedroom door] Dad? Who are you talking to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Alex, don't come in here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Locke crosses to the door and opens it. Alex is standing there. From the front door of the house comes a loud knocking. Locke looks at the front door, then grabs Alex and forces her into Ben's bedroom] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:   What...what...dad...ahh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Locke grabs her from behind and covers her mouth with his hand] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  [Speaking to Ben] Tell her to be quiet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Alex! Please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom:   [From outside the front door] Ben?! You awake?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Locke drags Alex into a closet in Ben's bedroom] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:   No! Oooh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom:   [From outside the front door] I'm coming in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Tom and another man walk into the room. Only Tom is visible to Locke as he watches from the closet door] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   What is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom:   It's Austen and Jarrah. They're here. Somehow they found us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Where are they now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom  We captured them. We're holding them over at my place. Want me to help you get out there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   No. Separate them. I want to know how they found us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom  What about Juliet and Shephard? Tomorrow in the morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Let me worry about that. Just go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom  Got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Richard? Wait a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom  I'll wait outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Tom leaves and Richard comes closer to Ben's bed. He is in shadows and his features are not visible] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   I want you to bring me the man from Tallahassee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Alpert:  What do you need him for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Just do it. Now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Alpert:  Ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Richard leaves. Locke and Alex come out of the closet] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  The man from Tallahassee? What is that...some kind of code?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ben:   No, John, unfortunately we don't have a code for "There's a man in my closet with a gun to my daughter's head". Although...we obviously should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Sayid...he had a pack with him. [Pointing at Alex] I want her to retrieve it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   [Confused] Okay...[More for Alex's benefit] But you should know that my daughter currently hates me. So I'm not sure holding me hostage is your best option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:  Dad! [Speaking to Locke] I'll get your bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cut to interior of Ben's house in his bedroom. Locke is sitting in a chair watching Ben who is still lying in bed] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Would you mind helping me get into my chair? No tricks, I promise. I just want some dignity. You of all people should understand what it means to want some dignity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Locke gets up and goes to find the wheelchair] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Thank you. So, tell me John. How do you expect to pilot our submarine? I mean, it's a complicated piece of machinery. You don't just press "Submerge"&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;  [Locke brings the wheelchair over to the bed] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  I'll figure something out. For all you know I was a Commander in the Navy. Put your arm around my neck. I'll lift under your knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   What's in the pack, John? If you met Mikhail that means you were in the communications station. Which means you found the explosives. So you're not planning to pilot the submarine anywhere, are you? You're planning to destroy it. I know you, John Locke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  You don't know me at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   I know you were born in California. I know you were raised in foster care. I know you wasted a big part of your life in Tustin, pushing papers at a company that manufactured industrial boxes. I know you spent the 4 years prior to your arrival on this island in a wheelchair. And I know how you ended up in it. Tell me, John...did it hurt? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  I felt my back break. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene shifts back to Locke looking out a window from Ben's home] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   It wasn't easy you know...being in that hatch with you all the time...knowing you had no business walking around...knowing I couldn't even ask you about it without telling you who I really was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  So ask me now. Now that I know who you really are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Was it immediate? It started the moment you got here?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   And you were just walking? The feeling returned right after the crash? That day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  That's what immediate means Ben. Your wondering why it hasn't happened for you. You're not recovering as fast as you'd like. How long's it been since Jack fixed ya? A week? Now that I think about it, how'd you get sick in the first place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Are you afraid it will go away, John? Is that why you want to destroy the submarine? Because you know if you ever leave this island you'll be back in the chair? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  [Ignoring the question] You got anything to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the scene shifts to Locke pushing Ben's wheelchair into the living room. Ben turns on a light] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Where do you get electricity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   We have 2 giant hamsters running on a massive wheel at our secret underground cave... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Yeah, that's funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   There's leftovers in the refrigerator. Help yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Locke walks into the kitchen, opens the refrigerator, and takes out an aluminum foil covered plate of meat] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   I ate most of the dark meat. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Locke starts eating the meat with his hands] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Hmm. I never really...appreciated chicken until right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   I know you think you need to do this, John, but if you blow up my submarine, I have a big problem with my people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Is that supposed to be an incentive not to blow it up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   I was born on this island. Not many of my people can say that. Most of them were recruited and brought here and as much as they love this place...as much as they would do anything to defend it...they need to know they can leave if they want to. The sub maintains that illusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  So you're lying to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   [Frustrated] No. There here because they want to be here. Some of them are just not ready to make a full...commitment yet. But you John...you've already made that commitment. And now you have a choice...because if you stop and think, I can show you things. Things I know you want to see very badly. Let me put it so you'll understand. Picture a box. You know something about boxes, don't you John? What if I told you that somewhere on this island there's a very large box...and whatever you imagined...whatever you wanted to be in it...when you opened that box, there it would be. What would you say about that, John? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  I'd say I hope that box is big enough to imagine yourself up a new submarine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Why are you so angry, John? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Because you're cheating. You and your people. Communicate with the outside world whenever you want to you...you come and go as you please...you use electricity and running water and guns...you're a hypocrite...a Pharisee. You don't deserve to be on this island. If you had any idea what this place really was...you wouldn't be putting chicken in your refrigerator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   You've been here 80 days, John. I've been hear my entire life. So how is it you think you know this island better than I do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Because you're in the wheelchair and I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Locke looks out the window and sees Alex coming back. She opens the door and enters and Ben turns to her] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Did you have any problems? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [She shakes her head no and Locke takes Sayid's backpack from her] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Okay. Here's how this is gonna work. She's gonna take me to the sub. Once were there, I let her go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   John, she's done enough. Let me take you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  I don't want you to slow me down. [To Alex] Come on. Let's go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   John, before you go you should know...Jack and I made a deal. In less than an hour he's leaving the island on that submarine and it's a 1 way ticket. The anomaly wiped out our communications. We have no way of contacting the outside world. Which means when that sub leaves, it can never come back. So whether you destroy the submarine or whether you let it go, the end result is the same. No one will find this island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  [To Alex] Let's go. Come on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [They leave the house and start walking toward the sub] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:  You know he's manipulating you, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  How's that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:   That's what my father does. He manipulates people. He makes you think it's your idea, but it's his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  I'll have to keep that in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [They walk through some woods and a submarine is visible next to a dock] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex:  The submarines down there. At the end of the dock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  I'm sorry I had to involve you in this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke trots down to the dock. From the woods Danielle watches the scene and for the first time in 16 years, she sees Alex as Alex walks away. Alex does not see her. The scene shifts to Locke walking down the pier and climbing down into the submarine. He walks down the sub's hallway and turns on the lights. The scene then shifts to Ben who is putting away the leftovers in the fridge when Jack and Juliet walk into the kitchen] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack:   Look I know you don't owe me anything, but I need to ask you for one last favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   You don't knock? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack”  I need you to let my friends go...after I'm gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   And if I said no would that stop you from leaving? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack:  [Nodding yes] Of course it would.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Your friends are only here to rescue you, but you seem to be doing a good job of rescuing yourself so...I suppose there's no reason to keep them here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack:   Do I have your word on that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   You have my word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben rolls his chair forward and shakes hands with Jack] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   I'll let them go, just as soon as you've left the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Jack walks away and Ben turns to Juliet] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Well, I guess this is it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet:  Thank you, Ben...for keeping your promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Ben smiles, they turn, and walk out the door and the scene shifts to a soaked Locke who is walking from the peer when he is spotted by Ryan, Tom, Jack, Juliet, and others]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The scene shifts to Locke who is handcuffed to an overhead pipe in a dark room. The door opens and Richard Alpert and Ben enter] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Well, John, you've really gone and done it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  You don't have to pretend to be disappointed anymore. We both know you wanted it to happen. That's why you left the C4 in Sayid's bag because you wanted me to make it happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Uncuff him please, Richard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Richard steps forward to uncuff Locke] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Alpert:  You gonna do anything stupid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  No sir.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Richard uncuffs Locke] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Do you remember earlier, John, when you called me a cheater...when you said I didn't deserve to live on this island? Well get this, there I was shaking hands with Jack and thinking I'd give almost anything to come up with a way to stop him from leaving...because to let him go would be a sign of weakness, of failure, of defeat. People would see that. They would know it. And that, John, would be the end of me. But to kill him...that would be cheating...because my people also heard me make a promise and to break my word...that would be the end of me too. And then you came striding out of the jungle, John, to make my dream come true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  You're not gonna start talking about the magic box again are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   No John. I'm gonna show you what came out of it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  [Locke is surprised and Richard helps Locke to his feet. Richard then pushes Ben's wheelchair as they walk down the hall] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   When I asked you earlier if it hurt when you suffered your injury, I think you misunderstood me. Seems fairly obvious that when a person's back smashes into a hard surface after being thrown from a building, that that's gonna sting a little. But I really wasn't asking about the physical pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  What you wanna know if it hurt my feelings? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   No John. I wanted to know what it felt like when your own father tried to kill you. He's the reason you destroyed the submarine, isn't he? You're afraid. You're afraid of him and this is the one place he can never find you. This is the one place he can never get to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  What do you want from me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   I don't know how it happened, but you seem to have some communion with this island, John, and that makes you very very important. You have no idea what you're talking about of course, but in time you'll have a better understanding of things. So what do I want? I want to help you, John.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Why? &lt;br /&gt;Ben:   Because I'm in a wheelchair and you're not. Are you ready to see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [Richard takes the keys and opens the door. A hissing sound is heard when it opens and Locke  looks inside to see his father, Anthony, looking terrified, beaten, bound, gagged, and sitting in a chair] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke:  Dad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-4290605744405882462?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/4290605744405882462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=4290605744405882462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/4290605744405882462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/4290605744405882462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/313-man-from-tallahassee.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.13 The Man From Tallahassee&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivG1-yLa3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/GjI-JBvIxaM/s72-c/talahassee-cap575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-3605304484229455885</id><published>2007-04-22T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:08:38.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.09 Stranger in a Strange Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuWiuyLaqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B639isA73h4/s1600-h/3x08-portland375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuWiuyLaqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B639isA73h4/s320/3x08-portland375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056300530071726754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuWi-yLarI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S7aA-IMkQ4k/s1600-h/umbrella+cropped.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuWi-yLarI/AAAAAAAAAEM/S7aA-IMkQ4k/s320/umbrella+cropped.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056300534366694066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In the Hydra operating room, we see Ivan about to inject a needle in Ben's infected back. Jack busts in.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: I wouldn't do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: The cavalry has arrived, at last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: I'd be more impressed with you people if you had a good surgeon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: We had an excellent surgeon, Jack. His name was Ethan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: You've got a very serious infection, Ben. That infected tissue needs to be reincised, debreeded; and you need be closely monitored from here on out. There might be nerve damage or any number of other complications. You might not walk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Your bedside manner leaves something to be desired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Well, then it's too bad you're stuck with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: You need a doctor, Ben -- someone to stay with you -- bring you back to good health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: And, here we go again. I've already given you a ticket off this island, Jack. What's it going to cost me this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Right now, you're people are in a room deciding whether or not to execute Juliet. You're going to stop it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Juliet doesn't care about you, Jack. It doesn't matter what she's done. No matter what you think -- she's one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Do we have a deal or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN [to Alex]: Does Isabel have a walkie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX: They're already in the meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Then get me something to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Scene switches to the Others on the beach preparing to ferry people to a larger boat offshore. Tom kneels with an umbrella over the prone Ben who is lying on his side.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISABEL [to Jack]: "He walks amongst us, but he is not one of us." Your tattoos -- that's what they say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: That's what they say. That's not what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben gives one of his enigmatic smiles, but seems very pleased with Jack’s comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-3605304484229455885?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/3605304484229455885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=3605304484229455885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/3605304484229455885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/3605304484229455885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/309-stranger-in-strange-land.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.09 Stranger in a Strange Land&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuWiuyLaqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/B639isA73h4/s72-c/3x08-portland375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-4352171365916641977</id><published>2007-04-22T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T05:48:44.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.07 Not in Portland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiyA5-yLa5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/t6EEiDo1EI0/s1600-h/Not+in+Portland+Ben_Awakens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiyA5-yLa5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/t6EEiDo1EI0/s320/Not+in+Portland+Ben_Awakens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056558215224585106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuTr-yLapI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HoENveB3LZ0/s1600-h/ido-promo15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuTr-yLapI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HoENveB3LZ0/s320/ido-promo15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056297390450633362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cut to a shot of Ben's face in the operating room. He's lying face down on the operating table, so we're seeing a shot of him from the floor up to see his face.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Is what true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: What you said -- did Juliet really ask you to kill him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Yeah, and in about 40 minutes she's going to get her wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN [coming to]: Hey, that's not helping anything. Now, could somebody please get Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the island, we see Juliet pacing outside as Tom approaches.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: Juliet, Ben's awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET: How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: Shephard says he's a spinal surgeon, not an anesthesiologist. Ben's asking for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Back in the operating room.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: I stopped the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I know. I've been able to hear you for a few minutes now. It's very clever of you. I should have seen it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Are you in pain? I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: No, but thanks all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Juliet and Tom enter.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I'd like to speak to Juliet alone, please, Jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: No. No, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Please, I'm asking you one gentleman to another. It won't hurt you to give me three minutes, will it -- knowing I have only 27 left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK [exiting, to Juliet]: If you touch him, if you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET: I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: You've got three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jack moves to the observation window and watches Juliet sit next to Ben. We see Ben talking, but can't hear what he's saying. Tom joins Jack at the window.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: I'm Tom, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Jack doesn't respond; and we see Ben talking again, but can't hear him. Jack and Tom continue watching.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: They've got history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Juliet exits the operating room and goes to Jack.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET: I would like you to go back in there, put Ben under, and finish the surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: And why would I want to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET: Because I'm going to go help your friends escape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Back in the Hydra station.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK: I want to know what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIET: I've been on this island for 3 years, Jack. 3 years, 2 months, and 28 days. He said that if I let him live and I helped you -- that he would finally let me go home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-4352171365916641977?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/4352171365916641977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=4352171365916641977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/4352171365916641977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/4352171365916641977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/307-not-in-portland.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.07 Not in Portland&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiyA5-yLa5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/t6EEiDo1EI0/s72-c/Not+in+Portland+Ben_Awakens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-8987805767932165841</id><published>2007-04-22T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:57:51.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.6 I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuRceyLanI/AAAAAAAAADs/HKwxiPvzMWM/s1600-h/ido-cap0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuRceyLanI/AAAAAAAAADs/HKwxiPvzMWM/s320/ido-cap0898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056294925139405426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuRceyLaoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DOFVDYNPMWY/s1600-h/ido-cap0899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuRceyLaoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DOFVDYNPMWY/s320/ido-cap0899.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056294925139405442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of The Hydra where Juliet and Ben enter Jack's cell and he looks at x-rays] &lt;br /&gt;Jack You took these blood tests, made all the notations? &lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet nods her head yes] &lt;br /&gt;Jack How old are the x-rays? &lt;br /&gt;Juliet A week. &lt;br /&gt;Jack The tumor on your spine is borderline inoperable and at the rate it's going that borderline goes away in about 1 week. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Oh. &lt;br /&gt;Jack The OR we were in, is that fully equipped? &lt;br /&gt;Juliet Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Jack Anesthesia? Sterile? &lt;br /&gt;Juliet Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Jack You need to be in surgery yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Alright, then. Whatever you need, it's yours. I'm ready. &lt;br /&gt;Jack [Laughing] No, I think you misunderstood me. I didn't say I was gonna do it. I just wanted you to understand how you're gonna die. You think I believe you people? You think I trust you, that I'm gonna just do the surgery and hope that you let me go?! &lt;br /&gt;Juliet Jack. &lt;br /&gt;  [Jack throws the x-rays at ] &lt;br /&gt;Jack Don't! &lt;br /&gt;Ben Well Jack, I'm very disappointed in your decision.  &lt;br /&gt;Jack Well Ben, at least you won't have to be disappointed for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later, as Jack and Kate stand at the glass] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate [Crying] They're gonna kill Sawyer! God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but she said that if you do it and you do it soon they'll let us go. &lt;br /&gt;Jack And you believe them? &lt;br /&gt;Kate I have to. Jack, please. &lt;br /&gt;Jack We're done here.  &lt;br /&gt;Kate Jack. &lt;br /&gt;Jack Hey! &lt;br /&gt;[Shot shifts to Ben who is watching and listening on a closed circuit monitor] &lt;br /&gt;Jack We're done in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;Shot of Jack laying down in his cell in The Hydra when the speaker system squawks and awakens him] &lt;br /&gt;Jack Who is this? Hello? Hello. &lt;br /&gt;Alex Try it, the door. &lt;br /&gt;  [Jack does and it opens and he explores the hall, discovers the monitor observation room, finds and takes a gun, and notices Kate and Sawyer kissing and snuggling and Jack is then startled by Ben] &lt;br /&gt;Ben If it helps, I was surprised too. If I were a betting man, I would have picked her and you. &lt;br /&gt;  [Jack holds the gun to Ben's chest] &lt;br /&gt;Jack Shut up!  &lt;br /&gt;Ben Well, I suppose this would be the proverbial nail in my coffin, wouldn't it? &lt;br /&gt;Jack Tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;Jack Tomorrow morning, first thing. And everything I've mentioned before, the instruments, the anesthesia, and someone who can hold a damn clamp. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Yes. Of course. &lt;br /&gt;Jack I'll get it out... your tumor... and I'll keep you alive. But I need your word. I need what you promised me before. I need to get the hell off this island. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;[Jack and Juliet enter the OR where Ben is prepped and lying on a table] &lt;br /&gt;Ben You get nervous... before you do surgery? &lt;br /&gt;Jack I used to, but not any more. No. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Whatever happens, everything will be very different, won't it? &lt;br /&gt;Jack No doubt about it. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Juliet, did Alex ask about me? &lt;br /&gt;Juliet No. We took her home last night. I don't know where she is now. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Well, see ya on the other side. I'm ready. &lt;br /&gt;Jack I need you to count down from 20. &lt;br /&gt;Ben 20, 19, 18... &lt;br /&gt;Jack Scalpel. &lt;br /&gt;[Jack begins an incision on Ben's back as Pickett looks on from above]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-8987805767932165841?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/8987805767932165841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=8987805767932165841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/8987805767932165841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/8987805767932165841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/36-i-do.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.6 I Do&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuRceyLanI/AAAAAAAAADs/HKwxiPvzMWM/s72-c/ido-cap0898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-489968077518568004</id><published>2007-04-22T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:34:03.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.5 The Cost of Living </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuOc-yLakI/AAAAAAAAADU/laoOen8BqGE/s1600-h/costoflivingcap103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuOc-yLakI/AAAAAAAAADU/laoOen8BqGE/s320/costoflivingcap103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056291635194456642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot of Jack doing pull-ups from an overhead bar in his containment cell. Ben walks in dressed in a simple white shirt and carrying more white clothing] &lt;br /&gt;Ben Good evening, Jack. &lt;br /&gt;Jack Good evening, Ben. &lt;br /&gt;Ben I was hoping you might join me for a walk. [Jack laughs] What? &lt;br /&gt;Jack Well, you say that like...you're not going to just throw a bag over my head and drag me out of here if I say no. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Then don't say no. Why don't you put this on. [He hands Jack the white clothing] I'll wait outside. &lt;br /&gt;Jack Does it hurt? &lt;br /&gt;Ben Sorry? &lt;br /&gt;Jack Your neck, does it hurt? Any numbness in your fingers and toes like pins and needles when your foot falls asleep, but permanent? &lt;br /&gt;Ben Why are you asking me these questions, Jack? &lt;br /&gt;Jack Because, Ben, you have a tumor on your spine. An aggressive tumor...that...is going to kill you. I don't know when those x-rays were taken that I saw, but unless they were very recent...you're not going to be taking walks much longer. &lt;br /&gt;Ben I have no idea what you're talking about. &lt;br /&gt;Jack Ok. My mistake then. [Jack finishes getting dressed] I'm ready whenever you are. &lt;br /&gt;  [Shot of Jack being led through the jungle at night with Ben and a man carrying a torch and another man carrying a rifle. They stop at the edge of the beach where several others are gathered, all dressed in the same, simple white clothing. Several torches are lit around the beach. Colleen Pickett's body is covered on a small raft. Danny is kneeling next to the body] &lt;br /&gt;Ben Stay here. &lt;br /&gt;  [Ben walks over to the crowd] &lt;br /&gt;Ben [From a distance, barely audible as Jack would hear it] As we prepare to send Colleen on her way, I'd like to take a moment... &lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet walks up behind Jack] &lt;br /&gt;Juliet I hate funerals. [Jack turns to look at her] He let you out? &lt;br /&gt;Jack Gave me a new shirt, too. &lt;br /&gt;  [They both watch as the funeral proceeds. Ben is still talking, inaudible] &lt;br /&gt;Juliet Bye, Jack. &lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet walks to the crowd around the body. The body and raft are set afloat in the ocean and then lit on fire with a torch. A song plays over the speaker: Brenda Lee - I Wonder. Lyrics heard: I wonder my little darling, Where can you be this moonlit night? Are you holding someone tight? I wonder. My heart's, my heart is aching. And I'm a fool, I'm a fool to let it go on breaking] &lt;br /&gt;Ben [speaking quietly to Juliet] Why did you show him my x-rays? &lt;br /&gt;Juliet I didn't tell him they were yours. But I guess you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;Jack [laughs] You people have cheeseburgers? &lt;br /&gt;Juliet You have no idea what I went through to make this for you. I killed the cow, processed the meat, baked the bun. And the fries...try rendering animal fat. &lt;br /&gt;Jack No ketchup? &lt;br /&gt;  [The door opens and Ben walks in] &lt;br /&gt;Ben I'd like to talk to him. &lt;br /&gt;Juliet Ok. So talk to him. &lt;br /&gt;Ben Alone. Please. &lt;br /&gt;Jack I'm fine with her being here. &lt;br /&gt;Ben And I'm thrilled that your fine, Jack, but it's private. Doctor patient confidentiality. &lt;br /&gt;Juliet Sure. Of course. &lt;br /&gt;  [Juliet leaves the room] &lt;br /&gt;Jack Mind if I eat? &lt;br /&gt;  [Jack takes a bite of the burger] &lt;br /&gt;Ben We had such a wonderful plan to break you, Jack.  &lt;br /&gt;Jack Break me? &lt;br /&gt;Ben Wear you down till you were convinced we weren't your enemies. Get you to trust us. And then of course we'd lead you to believe that you were choosing to do...whatever we asked you to do. All of this of course assumed that you would get...invested. &lt;br /&gt;Jack Invested in what? &lt;br /&gt;Ben Has it not occurred to you that Juliet bears a striking resemblance to your ex-wife. &lt;br /&gt;Jack Why are you telling me this? &lt;br /&gt;Ben I'm telling you this, Jack, because my wonderful plan...got shot to sunshine when you saw my damned x-rays and figured out I was dying. &lt;br /&gt;Jack All of this...you brought me here to operate on you. You...you want me to save your life. &lt;br /&gt;Ben No, I want you to want to save my life. But we're beyond that now, so...all I can ask is that you think about it. Do you believe in God, Jack? &lt;br /&gt;Jack Do you? &lt;br /&gt;Ben 2 days after I found out I had a fatal tumor on my spine...a spinal surgeon fell out of the sky. And if that's not proof of God, I don't know what is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-489968077518568004?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/489968077518568004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=489968077518568004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/489968077518568004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/489968077518568004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/35-cost-of-living.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.5 The Cost of Living &lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuOc-yLakI/AAAAAAAAADU/laoOen8BqGE/s72-c/costoflivingcap103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-6022456516380357349</id><published>2007-04-22T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:30:17.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.4 Every Man for Himself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivFz-yLazI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7smfKEzIHyE/s1600-h/normal_3x05-man-cap855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivFz-yLazI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7smfKEzIHyE/s320/normal_3x05-man-cap855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056352503470975794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivF0OyLa0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/C44pB_Rw9TQ/s1600-h/3x05-man-cap196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivF0OyLa0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/C44pB_Rw9TQ/s320/3x05-man-cap196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056352507765943106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivF0eyLa1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tyc_WoO2lik/s1600-h/3x05-man-cap311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivF0eyLa1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Tyc_WoO2lik/s320/3x05-man-cap311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056352512060910418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuMZ-yLajI/AAAAAAAAADM/PNEKO1kbEkM/s1600-h/3x05-man-cap885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuMZ-yLajI/AAAAAAAAADM/PNEKO1kbEkM/s320/3x05-man-cap885.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056289384631593522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Benry runs into the Hydra aquarium where Jack is playing Juliet]&lt;br /&gt;Benry Juliet! I need you!&lt;br /&gt;Benry The sub is back. We have a situation. So come with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later, at Sawyer’s bear cage]&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer Oh yeah. The Big Kahuna. Lunch already?&lt;br /&gt;Benry What do you weigh?&lt;br /&gt;Benry What. Do. You. Weigh.&lt;br /&gt;Benry How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Benry Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;Benry Good.&lt;br /&gt;[Benry steps in the puddle of water and starts to open the door of the cage when Sawyer grabs Benry's arm and begins pushing the button to create the electric charge] &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer Sianara sucker! &lt;br /&gt;[The electricity does not discharge] &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer What did you do? &lt;br /&gt;Benry We turned it off. &lt;br /&gt;[Benry hits Sawyer in the face through the bars with a baton, causing Sawyer to fall and then Benry opens the cages and beats Sawyer with the baton, then kicks him in the head causing him to go unconscious followed by a shot of Sawyer waking back up with his vision blurry and he can hear 2 people talking]&lt;br /&gt;Tom  ...2 days since the sky turned purple, we've been blind, our comm's are all down and I can't get them back up again. And in case you forgot Colleen's in critical... &lt;br /&gt;Benry Juliet's taking care of her. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer Where am I? &lt;br /&gt;[Shot of Sawyer lying down strapped to a large table with his shirt off] &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer What the hell are you doing to me? Let me out! &lt;br /&gt;Benry Jason. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer Let me out! &lt;br /&gt;Jason (An Other)  Bite down on this please. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer You bite down on it! &lt;br /&gt;Benry It's for the pain. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer [Muffled] Wait! &lt;br /&gt;[A wooden stick is forced into Sawyer's mouth and a very large syringe with liquid in it is prepared] &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer [Muffled] Wait! Wait! Let me out, now! &lt;br /&gt;Benry God, I hate needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later [Shot of Sawyer waking up again still strapped to the table with a large bloody bandage is over his heart and Tom walks in carrying a cage with a white rabbit in it that has the number 8 painted in black on the rabbit's back then Benry takes the cage and places it on Sawyer's chest] &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer What the hell? &lt;br /&gt;Benry Shhh. &lt;br /&gt;[Benry grabs the cage with both hands and starts shaking it violently] &lt;br /&gt;Benry Hey. Hey! come on! &lt;br /&gt;[Benry continues to violently shake the cage with the rabbit in it] &lt;br /&gt;Benry Hey, move! Move! Hey, come on come on come on come on! &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer What are you doing!? &lt;br /&gt;[Benry continues to violently shake the cage] &lt;br /&gt;Benry Come on come on come on come on come on! Let's move it! Let's move it! Let's move it! Hippity Hop! &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer Come on! What are you doing! &lt;br /&gt;Benry Hippity Hop! Hippity Hop! Let's move it! Let's move it! Let's move it! &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer What's your problem! &lt;br /&gt;Benry Come on come on come on! Heyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey! &lt;br /&gt;[The rabbit drops motionless to the cage floor and appears dead] &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer Did you just kill that bunny? &lt;br /&gt;Benry You know what a pacemaker is? &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer What? &lt;br /&gt;Benry They stick them in the tickers of people who've had bypass work who's hearts need just a little jump. A...kick start. The rabbit had a small pacemaker set to deliver it's kick start should it get too excited. Or anxious or frightened. Or should it tried to escape. &lt;br /&gt;[Benry picks up a watch and puts it on Sawyer] &lt;br /&gt;Benry Assuming that you were telling the truth about your age and weight your resting heart rate should be about 70 beats per minute. Your active heart rat, however...that would be about 140. Which is the point at which your pacemaker...will cause your heart to explode. &lt;br /&gt;[Benry removes the straps holding Sawyer to the table] &lt;br /&gt;Benry Which is how I know that you're going to start behaving now. The watch monitors your pulse. If you get within 15 beats of your danger zone it'll start to beep. If and when it beeps you're going to want to relax yourself. Do some deep breathing. Some yoga. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer If you want me dead why don't you just shoot me and get it over with. &lt;br /&gt;Benry Because we're not killers, James. Oh, and one other thing. Kate. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer You touch her I swear... &lt;br /&gt;Benry You tell her what we did. What we put in you, that we're watching you. You tell her any of these things...we'll put one in her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later [Shot of the monitoring room where Benry and Tom are watching Sawyer] &lt;br /&gt;Tom  You know Danny wants to kill him. &lt;br /&gt;Benry Danny can wait. &lt;br /&gt;Tom  Should I bring Shephard back. &lt;br /&gt;Benry No. I want him to sit with her for a while longer. &lt;br /&gt;[Shot of Jack handcuffed to the operating table with Colleen's body covered by a sheet when Juliet walks in the room]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later [at Sawyer’s cage]&lt;br /&gt;Benry   Psst. Psssst. Good morning. Let's go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later [Shot of Benry, Sawyer and 2 others climbing a rocky, hilly area] &lt;br /&gt;Benry Not much further James. Just to the top of the next rise. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer What's up there? &lt;br /&gt;Benry Something I want you to see. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer Is it that little place you always wanted George. &lt;br /&gt;Benry Sorry? &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer What, don't you read? It's from "Of Mice and Men". You'd like it. Puppies get killed. &lt;br /&gt;[They continue climbing and Sawyer's watch starts beeping] &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer Bring me up here to kill me. Make that thing you put inside me blow up my damned heart? &lt;br /&gt;Benry Your hearts not going to blow up James. The only thing we put inside you was doubt. Oh, the watch is a heart rate monitor, nothing more. &lt;br /&gt;[Benry reaches into a bag he has been carrying and pulls out a white rabbit with a black 8 painted on its back] &lt;br /&gt;Benry Look. We gave him a sedative, not a pacemaker. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer How do I know that's the same bunny. That you didn't just paint an 8 on another one. &lt;br /&gt;Benry You don't. &lt;br /&gt;[Sawyer gives Benry a roundhouse hit to the mouth] &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer You son of a bitch. &lt;br /&gt;Benry [Through a bleeding mouth] The rabbit wasn't the thing I wanted to show you. &lt;br /&gt;[They walk over a rise and before them is the end of the island and then ocean and then across a relatively short span of ocean another island can be seen] &lt;br /&gt;Benry You ever been to Alcatraz? Take the tour? Right now you're standing on a small island roughly twice the size of Alcatraz. And that over there? That's your island, the one you've come to know and love. I just wanted you to know there's nowhere to run.  &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer You did all this just to...just to keep me in a damned cage? &lt;br /&gt;Benry We did all this because the only way to gain a con man's respect is to con him. And you're pretty good...Sawyer. We're a lot better. Funny thing is, us telling you about the pace maker wasn't what kept you in line. It was when I threatened her! You work so hard to make her think you don't care. That you don't need her. A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody. It don't make no difference who the guy is, long as he's with you. I tell ya. I tell ya...a guy gets too lonely and he gets sick. &lt;br /&gt;Sawyer What the hell are you talking about? &lt;br /&gt;Benry It's from "Of Mice and Men". Don't you read? Come on. Let's get you back to your cage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-6022456516380357349?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/6022456516380357349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=6022456516380357349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/6022456516380357349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/6022456516380357349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/34-every-man-for-himself.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.4 Every Man for Himself&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivFz-yLazI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7smfKEzIHyE/s72-c/normal_3x05-man-cap855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-7275059257393511306</id><published>2007-04-22T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:22:09.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.2 Glass Ballerina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuLqeyLaiI/AAAAAAAAADE/SRTnxjwZQFg/s1600-h/3x03-ballerina-cap044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuLqeyLaiI/AAAAAAAAADE/SRTnxjwZQFg/s320/3x03-ballerina-cap044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056288568587807266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We see Jack sitting in the corner of his cell. Someone opens the door for her and Juliet enters carrying a tray of food.]&lt;br /&gt;JULIET: Are you feeling any better? I made the soup myself, but I won't take it the wrong way if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;[Juliet exits, goes to another door and knocks. Ben opens the door and we can see a bank of screens used to monitor what's happening in various locations, like Jack's cell.]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: You never made soup for me.&lt;br /&gt;[A woman, Colleen, climbs down a ladder and enters the room where Juliet and Ben are.]&lt;br /&gt;COLLEEN: Am I interrupting something? &lt;br /&gt;JULIET: Would it really matter if you were?&lt;br /&gt;COLLEEN: We have a situation -- Ryan radioed in -- the Iraqi found the decoy village. &lt;br /&gt;BEN: Good, it's what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;COLLEEN: Ryan followed him back to the shore and they have a sailboat.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: How?!&lt;br /&gt;COLLEEN: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;JULIET: So they have a boat -- sailing in circles will keep them busy.&lt;br /&gt;COLLEEN: They could find us. [long pause] Ben?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I'm thinking. How quickly can you put together a team?&lt;br /&gt;COLLEEN: Within the hour.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Then don't waste time talking to us. [Colleen starts to exit] Hey Colleen, I want that boat.&lt;br /&gt;[Much later]&lt;br /&gt;KATE: You taste like fish biscuits. So what do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;SAWYER: Well, Shortcake, now we wait for these bastards to make a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;[We suddenly see this conversation between Kate and Sawyer is being watched by Ben on one of the screens in the room he was in earlier.]&lt;br /&gt;SAWYER: Sooner or later, they're going to let their guard down. And when they do, we're going to be there to put them in their place. &lt;br /&gt;[We see Jack in his cell, on the floor with his back up against the wall. The camera pulls back and we can see Ben is in the cell.]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Hello, Jack. [he sits on a small chair he brought in] You know what's crazy, Jack? A week ago, you and I were in exactly the opposite situation. I was the one locked up and you were the one coming in for visits. And I know that you were angry that I lied to you about who I was; but, hell, do you blame me? I mean, let's face it, if I had told you I was one of those people that you and your friends have been calling Others all this time it would have been right back to Sayid and his -- fists. Wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;JACK: What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: I want for you to change your at--perspective. And, the first step in doing that would be for me to be decent enough to introduce myself honestly, so -- [he crouches down beside Jack and extends his hand to shake] Hi, my name is Benjamin Linus and I've lived on this island all my life. [pause] You're not going to shake? &lt;br /&gt;[Ben walks to the door and someone starts rolling a cart into the room.]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Bring it in, please. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: Where are Kate and Sawyer?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: They're fine; and they're close. That's all I'm able to tell you right now. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: You can tell me anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Fair enough. It's all I want to tell you. I'm going to make this really simple, Jack. If you cooperate; we send you home.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Cooperate with what?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: When the time is right, I'll tell you...&lt;br /&gt;JACK: You tell me now.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Patience, Jack. Patience.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Home -- is that where you sent Walt and Michael?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;JACK [laughing]: If you could leave this island why would you still be here?&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Yes, Jack, why would we be here?&lt;br /&gt;JACK: You're lying. You're stuck here just like we are. You don't have any...&lt;br /&gt;BEN: Your flight crashed on September 22nd, 2004. Today is November 29th. That means you've been on our island for 69 days. Yes, we do have contact with the outside world, Jack. That's how we know that during those 69 days your fellow Americans re-elected George W. Bush; Christopher Reeve has passed away; the Boston Red Sox won the World Series. [Jack starts laughing] What? &lt;br /&gt;JACK: If you wanted me to believe this, you probably should have picked somebody else besides the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;BEN: No, they were down 3 games to none against the Yankees in the league championship, and then they won 8 straight. &lt;br /&gt;JACK [laughing]: Sure. Sure, of course they did.&lt;br /&gt;[Ben turns toward the cart that was rolled in the turns on a TV. It shows the Red Sox winning the World Series. Jack moves toward the TV in disbelief and watches the end of the game. Ben turns the TV off.]&lt;br /&gt;BEN: That's home, Jack. Right there, on the other side of that glass. And if you listen to me -- if you trust me -- if you do what I tell you when the time comes -- I'll take you there. I will take you home.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-7275059257393511306?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/7275059257393511306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=7275059257393511306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/7275059257393511306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/7275059257393511306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/32-glass-ballerina.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.2 Glass Ballerina&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuLqeyLaiI/AAAAAAAAADE/SRTnxjwZQFg/s72-c/3x03-ballerina-cap044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-7552714673048566759</id><published>2007-04-22T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:39:15.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.1 A Tale of Two Cities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuIQOyLahI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q_B3LkBhsXM/s1600-h/citiespromo-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuIQOyLahI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q_B3LkBhsXM/s320/citiespromo-41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056284819081357842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjEbZ9rsfXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aZYs57DASoo/s1600-h/twocitiescap-0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RjEbZ9rsfXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/aZYs57DASoo/s320/twocitiescap-0352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057853989382290802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see the person we know as Henry Gale coming out of another house. Everyone looks up at the sky. They see a plane flying over which then breaks apart in mid-air and crashes.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Goodwin, did you see where the tail landed?&lt;br /&gt;GOODWIN: Yeah, probably in the water.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: You run and you can make that shore line in an hour. Ethan, get up there to that fuselage. There may actually be survivors; and you're one of them. A passenger -- in shock -- come up with an adequate story if they ask. Stay quiet if they don't. Listen, learn, don't get involved. I want lists in 3 days. Go.&lt;br /&gt;[Goodwin and Ethan run off. Henry notices Julie standing nearby holding a Steven King book.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: So I guess I'm out of the book club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later on the beach]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tom and three armed guards escort Kate through a covered walkway and to a beach where Henry is waiting under a thatch-roofed structure at a table laden with breakfast foods. Henry pulls out a chair for Kate. Kate sees a pair of handcuffs lying on the table.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Sorry, I'm going to have to ask you to put those on, Kate.&lt;br /&gt;KATE: And if I don't?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Then you don't get any coffee. &lt;br /&gt;[Kate puts the cuffs on.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: A little tighter. [Kate gives a defiant look] Please.&lt;br /&gt;[Kate makes the cuffs tighter.]&lt;br /&gt;KATE: What did you do with Sawyer and Jack?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Now why Sawyer?&lt;br /&gt;KATE: Why Sawyer what?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: He's the first one you asked about. "What did you do with Sawyer and Jack?"&lt;br /&gt;KATE: You don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Of course I don't.&lt;br /&gt;KATE: I want my clothes back. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: We burned them. &lt;br /&gt;KATE: Why did you bring me here? Why did you make me put on this dress? Why are you feeding me breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I brought you here so you'd look out at the water and feel comforted -- comforted that your friends were looking out at the same ocean. I gave you the dress so that you'd feel like a lady. And I wanted you to eat your food with a real live fork and feel civilized. I did all those things so that you'd have something nice to hold on to. Because, Kate, the next two weeks are going to be very unpleasant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later inside the Hydra}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GALE [appearing]: She's telling the truth, Jack. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: I swear to god, I will kill her. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Okay. Have her open the door and she dies anyway. We all do.&lt;br /&gt;[Jack pushes Julie away and starts to open the door. Henry and Julie start running. Henry runs out a door and quickly closes it behind him, leaving Julie in the same area as Jack. We hear a loud creaking sound and suddenly a huge gush water pushes the door in and throws Jack backward. Julie grabs onto a pipe and grabs Jack.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later, inside the Hydra]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULIE: Yes, Jack, she's very happy. Now, I'd like to bring you some food and water. But this time I need to know that you'll behave. Can I trust you, Jack? Put your back against the wall, please.&lt;br /&gt;[Jack moves to the far wall and sits down. Julie exits without giving Jack any food. We see Henry waiting for her.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Good work, Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;JULIE: Thank you, Ben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-7552714673048566759?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/7552714673048566759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=7552714673048566759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/7552714673048566759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/7552714673048566759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/31-tale-of-two-cities.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;3.1 A Tale of Two Cities&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuIQOyLahI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q_B3LkBhsXM/s72-c/citiespromo-41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-1692277658673563118</id><published>2007-04-22T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:48:35.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.24 Live Together, Die Alone Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuDyeyLagI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MVl1i8HkoYk/s1600-h/livediecap1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuDyeyLagI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MVl1i8HkoYk/s320/livediecap1256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056279909933738498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We see the boat that we saw in Exodus arrive at the pier. Henry Gale gets out and is obviously the one in charge. He strides up to Jack.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Hello again. [to Mr. Friendly] Where's your beard? &lt;br /&gt;MR. FRIENDLY: I think they know. &lt;br /&gt;GALE [to Michael]: Alight, let's take care of business, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESMOND [turning the key]: I love you, Penny.&lt;br /&gt;[The screen fades to white.]&lt;br /&gt;[We see Gale and everyone on the pier. The ground shakes, there's a bright light and a strange sound, and everyone covers their ears. We see Sayid, Sun and Jin on the boat, covering their ears. We see the people on the beach reacting the same way. The light and sound fade. We see an object falling from the sky. Bernard moves Claire to safety, right before the hatch door with the quarantine stencil almost falls on them.]&lt;br /&gt;[Later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We see Gale and Michael at the pier.]&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL: Yeah, I can drive a boat.&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL: That's it? I follow the bearing and me and my son get rescued? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL: How do you know I won't tell people about where I was? &lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL: My friends -- I was promised you wouldn't hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: A deal's a deal. &lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL: Who are you people? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: We're the good guys, Michael. Alright, she's all yours. &lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL: What? What, am I stupid? Where's my son?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Walt's inside.&lt;br /&gt;[Michael runs to the boat.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Bon voyage, Michael. &lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL: Walt!&lt;br /&gt;WALT: Dad! Dad!&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL: Come here, come here [they hug]. You okay?&lt;br /&gt;WALT: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL: You sure? Okay, I've got you now. It's going to be okay now. We're going home, Walt. We are going home. &lt;br /&gt;[Gale motions to Ms. Klugh and she removes Hurley's gag.]&lt;br /&gt;MS. KLUGH: Hugo, you can go back to your camp. &lt;br /&gt;HURLEY: What? &lt;br /&gt;MS. KLUGH: Go back. Your job is to tell the rest of your people they can never come here.&lt;br /&gt;HURLEY: But what about my friends?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Your friends are coming home with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-1692277658673563118?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/1692277658673563118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=1692277658673563118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/1692277658673563118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/1692277658673563118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/224-live-together-die-alone-part-2.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;2.24 Live Together, Die Alone Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuDyeyLagI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MVl1i8HkoYk/s72-c/livediecap1256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-5307556836082179815</id><published>2007-04-22T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:31:39.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.20 Two for the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivGJOyLa2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZXZ8SRouiFU/s1600-h/2fortheroad-cap611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivGJOyLa2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZXZ8SRouiFU/s320/2fortheroad-cap611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056352868543196002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuCLuyLafI/AAAAAAAAACs/dX08BCbVlmY/s1600-h/2fortheroad-cap058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiuCLuyLafI/AAAAAAAAACs/dX08BCbVlmY/s320/2fortheroad-cap058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056278144702179826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Back on the island we see Ana enter the armory.]&lt;br /&gt;ANA: Hey, Henry, what do you say? How long are you going to keep up this hunger strike, Henry? I ever tell you I was a cop? I've been around a lot of killers in my life. You know what surprises me most about them? How much they love to talk. But you're different, Henry. Hmm? Quiet. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: [whispers something inaudible (possibly: You insult.)]&lt;br /&gt;ANA: What was that?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: [repeats the whisper twice.]&lt;br /&gt;ANA [getting in Gale's face]: If you're going to say something; you're going to have to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;[Gale suddenly stands and knocks Ana back. He grabs her and starts strangling her.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: You killed 2 of us -- good people who were leaving you alone. You're the killer, Ana-Lucia. &lt;br /&gt;[Gale and Ana struggle, but he pins her. Just as it looks like she's done for, Locke hits Gale in the back of the head with his crutch.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I guess he decided to start talking, huh? &lt;br /&gt;[We see Locke examining a blast door area in the ceiling of the hatch. Then we see him unlock the armory door.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: If you've come to apologize, I forgive for hitting me with your crutch. I'm so glad my head didn't break it. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Why? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Now that's a broad question. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Why'd you try to hurt Ana-Lucia, but not me?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I'm not sure I know what you're getting at, John. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I was trapped under that blast door, helpless. You could've crushed my skull, but you didn't do a thing. Why didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Because you're one of the good ones, John. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What? Good what?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: None of this matters. I'm dead anyway. The doctor's gone to make a trade and we both know he'll come back empty-handed and then I've lost my value. So either Jack comes back here and kills me or my people find out where I'm being held and they do it. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Why would your own people want to kill you?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Because the man in charge -- he's a great man, John, a brilliant man -- but he's not a forgiving man. He'll kill me because I failed, John. I failed my mission. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What mission?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: When that woman caught me in her trap I was on my way here, John. I was coming for you. &lt;br /&gt;[We see Ana open the armory door. She slides the swiss army knife to Gale.]&lt;br /&gt;ANA: Pick it up. Cut yourself loose. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: What? &lt;br /&gt;ANA: Just do it. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Why? &lt;br /&gt;ANA: You know why. &lt;br /&gt;[Gale cuts himself free.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: He kept saying you were misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;ANA: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Goodwin. Yes, he told us all about you, Ana -- how he thought you were worthy, and that he could change you. But he was wrong. And it cost him his life. &lt;br /&gt;ANA: He was going to kill me. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Was he? &lt;br /&gt;ANA: Are you done?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Yes, Ana, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;[Ana draws her gun and points it at Gale's head.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: So, this is it, huh?&lt;br /&gt;ANA: Yes, Henry. This is it. &lt;br /&gt;[Later, after Michael has shot Ana and Libby]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Michael, surprised, turns and shoots her twice. He opens the armory door. He and Gale stare at each other for a long moment. Michael shoots himself in the arm.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-5307556836082179815?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/5307556836082179815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=5307556836082179815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/5307556836082179815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/5307556836082179815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/220-two-for-road.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;2.20 Two for the Road&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivGJOyLa2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZXZ8SRouiFU/s72-c/2fortheroad-cap611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-5988985762581662104</id><published>2007-04-22T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T14:04:35.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.19 S.O.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiujmeyLayI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WLujln1oZrw/s1600-h/lost_henry_gale.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiujmeyLayI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WLujln1oZrw/s320/lost_henry_gale.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056314888147397410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rit-t-yLaeI/AAAAAAAAACk/kOom69JFGjo/s1600-h/henry+SOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rit-t-yLaeI/AAAAAAAAACk/kOom69JFGjo/s320/henry+SOS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056274335066188258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Lucia: Two days now.  no food, no water, nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack:  I'm tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;(He enters the armory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack:  I hear you've lost your appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Henry stares straight ahead, ignoring him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: Okay. Don't talk. I was never that good at bedside manner anyway.  I'm gonna change that dressing on your shoulder.  If you try anything, we've got a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AL watches from doorway.  Jack rips off bandage. Henry flinches.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack: So Henry.  Henry, I was thinking about something you were saying before we found out who you are.  This is gonna sting.  (Henry grimaces and groans as Jack applies disenfectant.) Yeah, you were saying if you were one of them, that you'd lead us into a trap, capture our people, force a trade, us for you.  Pretty good idea, Henry, and since you are one of them, I thought now might be a good time to use it.  I'm going out to the line that we're not supposed to cross and telling them we've got you.  And if they want you back it's gonna cost 'em.  And when we get Walt back, you might just have been worth all the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry:  They'll never give you Walt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Later, outside the armory.  Locke speaks through the closed door.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke: Henry, can you hear me?  (Knocks) It's John, Henry. Henry, did you enter the numbers? Did you push the button or not?  (Knocking louder) Henry, I need to know! I want you to answer me! (Pounding on door) Answer me! Answer me! You hear me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cut to inside the armory where Henry Gale sits with that strange smile.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-5988985762581662104?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/5988985762581662104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=5988985762581662104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/5988985762581662104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/5988985762581662104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/219-sos.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;2.19 S.O.S.&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RiujmeyLayI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WLujln1oZrw/s72-c/lost_henry_gale.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-2477542535038002263</id><published>2007-04-22T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:06:44.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.18 Dave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rit5meyLadI/AAAAAAAAACc/at-Y_FCqvCY/s1600-h/dave-caps554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rit5meyLadI/AAAAAAAAACc/at-Y_FCqvCY/s320/dave-caps554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056268708659030482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Armory. Henry’s bound, arms wide, as if he’s hanging on a crucifixion cross.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: He was dead already. Four months ago, I was part of the search party. Henry Gale was hanging out of the basket, neck broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid: So he was already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid: So then you buried him and left the grave marked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid:  You really should have checked his wallet before you did that. [Pulls out $20 bill]  I assume Henry Gale did not have any paper upon which to compose his thoughts so he had to improvise.  There wasn’t much space for that. [Sayid begins to read from the bill] Jennifer, well, you were right. Crossing the Pacific isn’t easy.  I owe you a beer.  I’m hiking to one of the beaches to start a signal fire.  But if you’re reading this I guess I didn’t make it.  I’m sorry.  I love you Jenny.  Always have. Always will. Yours, Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid: So tell me, how did Henry Gale write a note to his wife with a broken neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Wasn’t me.  I didn’t kill him.  You don’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid: How did you know his wife’s name? Did you interrogate him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Please, just listen. I’m just a---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid: How many of you are there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: If I told you about them you have no idea what he’ll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid: He?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Lucia: You mean their leader, the guy with the beard?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Him!? He’s no one! Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid:  Whare are your people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry:  I can’t tell---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid:  How many of you are there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry:  You don’t understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid:  Understand this.  [Pulls out gun]  You have three seconds to answer my question.  How many of you are there?  One!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry:  He’ll kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid:  I’ll kill you.  Two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Lucia:  Sayid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry:  I am not a bad person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid:  Three.  [Gun goes off but AL diverts Sayid’s arm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Lucia:  What the hell’s wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayid:  He’s a liar! [he leaves]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry [ to AL]  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Lucia :  Shut up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later, Locke enters armory]&lt;br /&gt;Locke: What's your name? Your real name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Just keep calling me Henry. I’ve gotten used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke: Did you get caught on purpose? You and your people have been here for god knows how long and you got caught in a net? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: God doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: god doesn't know how long we've been here, John. He can't see this island any better than the rest of the world can. May I ask you a question? What possible reason could I have for putting myself through all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke: Maybe your people were looking for this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: This place? This place is a joke, John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke: What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: I crawled through your vents and I stood at your computer as the alarm beeped, and you know what happened? The timer went all the way down to zero, and then some funny red pictures flipped up in its place. They looked like heiroglyphics; I'm no expert. And then things got real interesting. There was a loud clunking and a hum, like a magnet, a big magnet, it was really very frightening. And you know what happened next? Nothing happened, John. Nothing happened at all. Your timer just flipped back to 108. I never entered the numbers. I never pressed the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locke: You're lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: No. I'm done lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-2477542535038002263?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/2477542535038002263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=2477542535038002263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/2477542535038002263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/2477542535038002263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/218-dave.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;2.18 Dave&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rit5meyLadI/AAAAAAAAACc/at-Y_FCqvCY/s72-c/dave-caps554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-1956722726498510699</id><published>2007-04-22T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T16:36:23.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.17 Lockedown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivHQeyLa4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YlNAijPI4N0/s1600-h/lockdown-caps635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivHQeyLa4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YlNAijPI4N0/s320/lockdown-caps635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056354092608875394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rit4QeyLacI/AAAAAAAAACU/O3DjNNmhDfg/s1600-h/lockdown-caps349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/Rit4QeyLacI/AAAAAAAAACU/O3DjNNmhDfg/s320/lockdown-caps349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056267231190280642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the hatch, we see Gale at the dining table with Locke and Jack.]&lt;br /&gt;JACK [giving Gale paper]: Draw it again -- the map to your balloon.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I was joking. I was making a joke. There's nothing out there besides my balloon. I was just frustrated. It was a stupid thing to say. I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: It's too late anyway. She's already long gone, Jack. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: So, what's done is done?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Put him back in the armory. [he exits]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Why do you let him talk to you like that? [Locke grabs him by the collar and forcefully takes him to the armory] Hey, wait, I...&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;GALE: John, I'm sorry. John?&lt;br /&gt;[We see Gale reading in the armory. Locke is listening to music and riding the exercise bike. We hear a beep sound and a voice through heavy static.]&lt;br /&gt;LOUDSPEAKER VOICE: 20 minutes to lockdown.&lt;br /&gt;[Locke stops riding the bike. We hear feedback from the speaker. Locke stops the music and checks on the computer. The screen looks normal and the timer shows 47 minutes. We hear more feedback as Locke tries to fix the loudspeaker. The volume on the speaker increases dramatically, scaring Locke and getting Gale's attention.]&lt;br /&gt;LOUDSPEAKER VOICE: ... 17 minutes to lockdown.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What was that? John, what's the matter?&lt;br /&gt;[Back in the hatch, we hear more of the broken up loudspeaker message.]&lt;br /&gt;LOUDSPEAKER VOICE: ... please proceed... protocol... please proceed... &lt;br /&gt;GALE: John? Hey, you out there? What's that noise? John? What's going on? Talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Will you be quiet!&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Tell me what's happening, what the hell is...&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Will you shut up!!&lt;br /&gt;LOUDSPEAKER VOICE: 9, 8, 7, 6, 5...&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Maybe you should get Jack?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I said, shut up!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOUDSPEAKER VOICE: 4, 3, 2, 1.&lt;br /&gt;[The blast doors begin coming down. Locke manages to get a crow bar slipped in under the last door to go down just in the nick of time.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;[Back in the hatch, the lights start flickering.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Hey, what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;[Locke tries to lift the blast door using the crow bar, but can barely get it to budge.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Are you still out there? John? John?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What were those noises? What's wrong? Did something...&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Nothing is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;[Back at the hatch.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: We're locked in.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: These blast doors came down. The whole living area is sealed off. I can't get out. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Did you try to pry...&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Yeah, but I couldn't -- maybe, maybe if the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: You want me to help you?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: And if I do help you get these doors up then you're just going to lock me back in here, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: That's right.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Then I'm going to need your word, John. I'm going to need your word that you won't let your people do anything to me.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Well, if you're who you say you are then what are you worried about?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Things have happened to them -- things that I have nothing to do with. But they've got no one to blame except for me. So I'm going to need your word that you'll protect me, no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;[Locke opens the armory door.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: My name is Henry Gale. I'm from Minnesota. And I crashed on this island just like you.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Alright, you have my word. &lt;br /&gt;[In the hatch, we see Locke positioning one of the longer bars for the weights to slide it under the blast door to get more leverage. Locke and Gale lift the door with the crow bar far enough to slide the weight bar under. They use the weight bar to try to lift the door higher.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Let's go. Harder. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: I'm losing it. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: The tool box. Get the tool box -- that'll hold it. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: You sure?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Get it! Come on, put it under.&lt;br /&gt;[The tool box holds the door. Locke immediately starts to slide under.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: John, John, wait, don't just...&lt;br /&gt;[The tool box buckles and Locke's legs are trapped under the door. He screams out in pain, and Gale tries lifting the door with his arms.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You have to stop the door. Put something else under the door. Come on, come on.&lt;br /&gt;[Gale puts the weights under the door.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Stack 'em, stack 'em. You have to stop the pressure. Come on, come on, come on.&lt;br /&gt;[Gale puts enough weights so the door stops moving down.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Alright, alright, let's get you out. Come on. &lt;br /&gt;[Gale starts pulling Locke out.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: No, no, stop, stop, stop!&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Alright, we'll wait 'til somebody comes down. Alright? It's only a matter of time, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Yeah, but we don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;[Back in the hatch.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What does it do?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: We're not exactly sure.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: And you push it...&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Every 108 minutes, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: How soon does this alarm go off? &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Very -- which is why I need you to go up through the grate and into the vents.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Grate's bolted shut. I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: There's another grate in the pantry. You can get up through there. Take the vent into the dome. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Maybe we should wait.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: We can't wait; it's going to go off any minute. I trusted you, Henry, now you've got to trust me. That button has to be pushed. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Okay, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Once you're inside, you'll hear the alarm beeping, and you just have to enter the numbers: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42, and then you press execute. It has to be exactly those numbers in exactly that order. Now do you...&lt;br /&gt;GALE: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. I got it. &lt;br /&gt;[Gale goes into the pantry.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Can you reach it?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;[Gale climbs up on the shelving and tries to open the grate.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Be careful.&lt;br /&gt;[Gale falls and is unconscious.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Henry?&lt;br /&gt;[We hear the timer start to beep.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Henry?!&lt;br /&gt;[Back in the hatch we see that Henry is still unconscious and the alarm is still beeping.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Henry, get up, damn it. Henry! [Henry comes to] Henry, are you alright?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What happened?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Listen to me, you have to get up into the vents and enter the numbers into the computer. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: How long was I...&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Please, you have to go right now; we're running out of time. &lt;br /&gt;GALE [faintly]: Okay, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Be careful!&lt;br /&gt;[Henry goes into the vent.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Henry?! [The 1 minute alarm starts sounding] Henry, can you hear me? &lt;br /&gt;[Locke tries very unsuccessfully to lift door with his arms.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Henry? Henry?&lt;br /&gt;[We see Locke in the hatch. The alarm is sounding furiously.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Henry! Henry!!&lt;br /&gt;[Suddenly the alarm stops and we hear the timer numbers flipping. We hear sounds like something powering up. The lights go out. We hear the numbers stop flipping.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Please say something.&lt;br /&gt;[We see black lights comes on, Locke looks at the blast door in surprise and we see a map of the hatches fluorescing in the black light. The lights go off again, and the regular lights come back on. The blast doors come up. We see that a bar on the bottom of the door has gone into Locke's leg. He pushes himself away from the door.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Henry!&lt;br /&gt;[Locke pulls himself by his arms into the computer room.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Henry? Anybody here?&lt;br /&gt;[We see the timer at 107.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Is anybody here? Henry! &lt;br /&gt;[We see Henry approach Locke from behind.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You came back. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: What, did you think I was going to leave you here? Come on, can you stand?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I don't -- I think so. [Locke stands and leans again a wall] Thank you, Henry. Thank you for not leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: You're welcome, John.&lt;br /&gt;[We see Gale helping Locke to the couch in the hatch.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I've got you, easy, easy. &lt;br /&gt;[Gale lifts Locke's leg up to the coffee table. Locke winces in pain.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What did you do -- what did you do to end it -- to make the doors go up?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I did what you told me to. I punched in the code and pressed the execute button, but nothing happened other than that clock flipping back. I was climbing back into the vent when the lights went out. 10 seconds later the doors went up. I didn't do anything. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You think it was all just random? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Don't look at me; it's your hatch. &lt;br /&gt;JACK [entering]: Get away from him. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Wait, you don't...&lt;br /&gt;SAYID [aiming his gun]: Step back, right now.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Sayid, it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;[Jack grabs Gale and shoves him up against a wall.]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: I said, "get away"!&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I let him out -- some kind of lockdown or something -- he, he was helping me.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Couldn't you find my balloon?&lt;br /&gt;ANA: Yeah, we found it. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: We did find your balloon, Henry Gale, exactly how you described it. We also found the grave you described -- your wife's grave. The grave you said you dug with your own bare hands. It was all there. Your whole story -- your alibi -- it was true. But still I did not believe it to be true. So I dug up that grave and found that there was not a woman inside. There was a man. [Sayid shows him a driver's license] A man named Henry Gale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-1956722726498510699?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/1956722726498510699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=1956722726498510699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/1956722726498510699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/1956722726498510699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/217-lockedown.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;2.17 Lockedown&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RivHQeyLa4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YlNAijPI4N0/s72-c/lockdown-caps635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-9176487454142234184</id><published>2007-04-22T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:52:10.161-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST Whole Truth Henry Gale'/><title type='text'>2.16 The Whole Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RityBeyLaaI/AAAAAAAAACE/cbmHawN_MSI/s1600-h/2x16-truth-cap842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RityBeyLaaI/AAAAAAAAACE/cbmHawN_MSI/s320/2x16-truth-cap842.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056260376422476194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We see Ana and Gale in the armory.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Were you on the plane, too? &lt;br /&gt;ANA: I was in the tail section. We crashed on the other side of the island. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: You walked across all the way here? That must have been fun. &lt;br /&gt;ANA: It had its moments. So, are you going to tell me your story, Henry? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Why bother, I've already told it to everyone -- Jack, Locke, the big black guy that cut off his beard in front of me. Oh, yeah, and my buddy, Sayid. You can see how much he liked my story. &lt;br /&gt;ANA: So how about you try me. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: I don't mean to be ungrateful, but why are you going to help me get out of here?&lt;br /&gt;ANA: On the other side of the island there was this guy with us. I was 100 percent convinced that he wasn't on the plane. So I dug a whole and I threw him in it.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: And what happened?&lt;br /&gt;ANA: I was wrong. And now he's dead. But good news for you Henry -- I don't make the same mistake twice. So how about you tell me your story? &lt;br /&gt;[In the armory.]&lt;br /&gt;ANA: So let me get this straight -- you and your wife travel around the world and crash here in a smiley-face balloon? Then she dies. You get captured by a French chick who brings you here, and then they lock you up.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: It sounds kind of silly when you say it like that. &lt;br /&gt;ANA: Why don't you have a beard? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Because I shaved -- because I needed something normal.&lt;br /&gt;ANA: Okay, so why don't you draw me a map to your balloon? We'll go out there, we'll find it, and everybody will believe you.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: That's what they all keep asking me to do -- draw a map. And if I mess up they'll crucify me. &lt;br /&gt;ANA: You flew around the world in a balloon and you don't think you can draw up a good map?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Air travel -- it's a different animal. It's about wind currents and...&lt;br /&gt;ANA: Do you or do you not know where it is?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Yeah, I know where it is. I went back there to bury my wife. &lt;br /&gt;ANA: Why'd you do that?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Because our balloon was the closest thing we had to home. You people have been looking for someone to punish for everything that's happened to you -- someone to blame -- and now you've got him. It doesn't matter what I do, I'm dead already. &lt;br /&gt;ANA: You draw up that map, Henry. I'll find your balloon. But if you don't, things are going to play out just like you said&lt;br /&gt;[We see Gales reading in the armory. Jack enters.]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: How is it?&lt;br /&gt;GALE [reading from the book]: Men reject their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and honor those whom they have slain. [to Jack] So what's the difference between a martyr and a prophet? &lt;br /&gt;JACK: Either way, it sounds like you end up dead. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: That's the spirit. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: In the mood for some breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;[We see Locke getting bowls and cereal. Jack leads Gale out of the armory. Locke looks surprised. Gale sees the computer room.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What's the computer for?&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Cereal? Wow, where'd you guys get cereal? &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: It was down here all along. The pantry's full of food. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: How old is it? [Jack and Locke don't respond] You guys don't know much, huh? I mean, I'd be asking all kinds of questions about all this stuff down here. You guys don't even seem that curious.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Do you want the cereal or don't you?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: This must be my reward for good behavior, huh? I guess I earned myself some good will for finally drawing that map for Ana. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What map?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: To my balloon.&lt;br /&gt;JACK [to Locke]: Did you...&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: No. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Wow, you guys have some real trust issues, don't you? Guess it makes sense she didn't tell you. I mean, with the two of you fighting all the time. Of course, if I was one of them -- these people that you seem to think are your enemies -- what would I do? Well, there'd be no balloon, so I'd draw a map to a real secluded place like a cave or some underbrush -- good place for a trap -- an ambush. And when your friends got there a bunch of my people would be waiting for them. Then they'd use them to trade for me. I guess it's a good thing I'm not one of them, huh? You guys got any milk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-9176487454142234184?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/9176487454142234184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=9176487454142234184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/9176487454142234184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/9176487454142234184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/216-whole-truth.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;2.16 The Whole Truth&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RityBeyLaaI/AAAAAAAAACE/cbmHawN_MSI/s72-c/2x16-truth-cap842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-6473775864295744601</id><published>2007-04-22T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:51:17.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST Maternity Leave Henry Gale'/><title type='text'>2.15.Maternity Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RitwieyLaZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e3ApLFb2LUA/s1600-h/maternity-leave-cap780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RitwieyLaZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e3ApLFb2LUA/s320/maternity-leave-cap780.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056258744334903698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We see Locke and Jack opening the door to the gun vault to bring Gale some food.]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Do you have to go to the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: No. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: Well, just let us know when you do. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: I'll look forward to that. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE [tossing a book on the cot]: I thought you might like something to read. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Dostoyevsky. You don't have any Stephen King? &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: The library's a little outdated. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Right. Well, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;[Jack and Locke exit the gun vault.]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: What's with the book?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Just something to pass the time. Did you know that Hemingway was jealous of Dostoyevsky? &lt;br /&gt;JACK: No, John, I didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: He wanted to be the world's greatest writer, but convinced himself that he could never get out from under Dostoyevsky's shadow. Kind of sad, really. What are we doing, Jack?&lt;br /&gt;JACK: What are we doing?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: We can't hide him down here forever. Changing shifts around is going to get people asking questions. I just want to know what the long term plan is. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: Well, John, let me ask you this: we don't have a long term plan for the button but we keep pushing it, don't we? Look, until we know who he is -- whether or not he's telling the truth -- we have to keep doing what we're doing. If you've got a better idea let's hear it. &lt;br /&gt;GALE [very faintly]: Why don't you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;[We see Gale and Jack in the bathroom.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: How many of you are...&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;[We see Locke doing dishes in the hatch. Jack and Eko enter.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Back for more tools?&lt;br /&gt;JACK: He knows, John.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Well, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;JACK [to Eko]: Be careful what you say to him. He's smart and curious. Just give us a shout when you're done. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: If the alarm goes off, don't tell him what it's for. &lt;br /&gt;EKO: What is it for? &lt;br /&gt;[Locke opens the armory door and Eko enters.]&lt;br /&gt;EKO [extending his hand to shake]: Hello. I am Mr. Eko.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Henry Gale.&lt;br /&gt;EKO: Do you mind if I sit, Henry?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;EKO: How long have you been in here? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;EKO: Are they treating you well? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Treating me well? I'm a prisoner; and I don't know why, or for what, or...&lt;br /&gt;EKO: You are a prisoner because they are being careful. They are being careful because they believe you are lying. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Why would I lie? They think I'm one of these others -- other what?&lt;br /&gt;EKO: Please, stop talking, Henry. The first night I spent on this island I was dragged into the jungle by 2 men. They never spoke a word to me, nor I to them. I killed these men -- smashed in their head with a stone, felt their blood on my arms. I need you to know how sorry I am for this. I need you to know that I am back on the righteous path now. And that I regret my actions. I ask you for your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Why are you telling me this?&lt;br /&gt;EKO: Because I needed to tell someone.&lt;br /&gt;[Eko pulls out a knife in a threatening manner, but uses it to cut off the 2 longer strands on his beard. Eko exits.]&lt;br /&gt;[Locke opens the door to the armory and brings Gale some food.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: No cheeseburgers, huh?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: No cheeseburgers. Bon a petit. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Is that true -- what you said Hemingway?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You have good ears.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: You have thin doors.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: You read Hemingway?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Sure, guy ran with the bulls, fought in the Spanish Civil War, stuff I can wrap my brain around. This is I can't get through 5 pages of [indicating the Dostoyevsky novel]. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Well, Dostoyevsky had his virtues, too. He was a genius, for one. Bullfighting isn't everything. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: So, which one are you?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Are you the genius, or are you the guy who always feels like he's living in the shadow of a genius?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I was never very much into literary analysis. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: I just don't understand why you let the doctor call the shots.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: No one calls the shots. Jack and I make decisions together.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Right, okay. My mistake.&lt;br /&gt;[Locke leaves the armory, starts to do the dishes, and then loses his temper, swiping all the dishes on the counter to the ground.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6387820723391356204-6473775864295744601?l=benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/feeds/6473775864295744601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6387820723391356204&amp;postID=6473775864295744601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/6473775864295744601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6387820723391356204/posts/default/6473775864295744601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benrygalesdialogueeverysyllable.blogspot.com/2007/04/215maternity-leave.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;2.15.Maternity Leave&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>back_gammon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14451548657665179875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://i18.tinypic.com/2preg6f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RitwieyLaZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/e3ApLFb2LUA/s72-c/maternity-leave-cap780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387820723391356204.post-72163433128762815</id><published>2007-04-22T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:50:34.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST One of Them Henry Gale'/><title type='text'>2.14 One of Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RitzG-yLabI/AAAAAAAAACM/kNZmTB4-lvo/s1600-h/oneofthem-cap185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kw8mSpPSy8Q/RitzG-yLabI/AAAAAAAAACM/kNZmTB4-lvo/s320/oneofthem-cap185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056261570423384498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: This place I'm taking you to -- there's something that will help you -- something important. As for trust, take this. [she offers her rifle which Sayid takes] If I'm lying it's yours to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[We hear a voice faintly in the background.]&lt;br /&gt;VOICE: Help me. Hey, somebody here.&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: Wait.&lt;br /&gt;VOICE: Help!&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: Sayid, listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;[We see someone hanging from a tree in a net trap.]&lt;br /&gt;VOICE: Hey! Hey, over here. Please, help me.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL BREAK&lt;br /&gt;VOICE: Help me!&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: Don't believe a word he says. &lt;br /&gt;VOICE: Hey!&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: He's one of them.&lt;br /&gt;VOICE: I have no idea what she's talking about. She's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: How long has he been up there?&lt;br /&gt;VOICE: Since last night. Please, just cut me down. My name is Henry Gale. I'm from Minnesota. Please.&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: He's lying. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID [pulling out his knife]: I'm going to cut him down.&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: Don't.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: You're making a serious mistake. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID [after cutting him down]: It's okay; it's okay. You're alright. Hold on. Take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;[Danielle prepares her cross bow. Gale sees her.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE [running]: No.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Wait. Danielle, don't!&lt;br /&gt;[Danielle shoots Gale in the shoulder. Sayid runs to him.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: You could have killed him.&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: If I wanted to kill him, I would have killed him.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: You shot this man with no provocation.&lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: He is one of them. Tie him up. You should take him to your doctor. He's no good to you dead. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID [tying him up]: And then what? &lt;br /&gt;DANIELLE: You talk to him, Sayid. As I recall that is what you do. But know this -- he will lie -- a long time. He will lie. &lt;br /&gt;[We see Sayid in the hatch waking Locke.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: John, John wake up. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: What?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Come out here.&lt;br /&gt;[We see Locke and Sayid looking at Gale.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Minnesota, huh?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: That's the question, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Henry, Henry Gale. Ah, my back. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: We're going to take it out, but first I want you to relax. How did you get to this island? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: 4 months ago, we crashed on this island, my wife and I.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Crashed in what? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: A balloon. We were trying to cross the Pacific. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Your wife, where is she?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: She died. She got, she got sick 3 weeks ago. We were staying in a cave off the beach. Ah, my shoulder. At least untie my arms.&lt;br /&gt;JACK [entering]: What the hell's going here?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Rousseau trapped him in the jungle. She believes he's an Other. &lt;br /&gt;GALE: An other what? &lt;br /&gt;JACK: You shot him with an arrow?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Do I have a bow?&lt;br /&gt;JACK [to Gale]: Hey, hey, you with me? [to Sayid] What, you were just going to let him bleed to death?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: I was trying to get honest answers while he was able to give them. And his wound is far from life threatening. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: We should let Jack treat him first, then we'll get our answers.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Jack, do not untie him.&lt;br /&gt; [We see Jack removing the arrow from Gale's shoulder, as Sayid and Locke watch from a small distance.]&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: So, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: What do you think, John? &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: I think he's pretty convincing.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Yes, he is.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: The real problem is there's no way we can be sure he's telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: That is not necessarily true. Does Jack have the combination to the armory?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: For now he does.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: How long would it take for you to change it? &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: If you're angry -- looking for someone to punish...&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Why would I need to punish anyone? I want to find out who he is. I want the truth. And I think we both know that Jack will have issues with what must be done in order to get it. So how long, John, to change the combination?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Couple minutes, tops. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Then I suggest you get started.&lt;br /&gt;COMMERICAL BREAK&lt;br /&gt;[Jack is still working on Gale. Sayid enters.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Did he say anything while...&lt;br /&gt;JACK: No, he didn't. He was in shock.&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: We can't just leave him lying here, Jack -- if people see him it'll create a panic.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Yeah, well, where do you think we should put him?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: I say we put him in the armory, secure. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Better to err on the side of safety, Jack. At least until we can be sure. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: Okay. For now.&lt;br /&gt;[They carry Gale into the armory.]&lt;br /&gt;JACK: We can pull that cot in here. He shouldn't be on his back. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: Good idea.&lt;br /&gt;[Sayid locks himself in with Gale.]&lt;br /&gt;JACK [pounding on the armory door]: Sayid, hey, what the hell are you doing? Sayid! Sayid!&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: What needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;[We see Sayid tying Gale up in the armory.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Get up.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What's happening?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID [making Gale sit up]: Here, let me help you. You said you've been here for 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: You said you came to this island 4 months ago, yes?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Where am I? &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Please, answer my question.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Yeah, yes we landed 4 months ago. Maybe more. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: And you were in a cave for all that time?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Off the beach on the North shore of the island.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: How far from this beach to where you were captured?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: How many days' walk?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: 2 -- 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Why did you stay on the beach for so long? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Why wouldn't we? We wanted to be there for fly-overs. We had an emergency beacon, a transmitter.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: What kind of transmitter?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: An ADF beacon. We wanted to make sure we'd be spotted. Look, whatever you think I am, I'm not. Please, please just -- tell me your name.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Your wife, what is her maiden name?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Murphy. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Where did you meet her?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: University of Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: How did she die?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: She got sick.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: She got sick? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: It started as a fever. After 2 days she was delirious. Then she died. I don't know why you're asking me all these questions. I don't know why you're treating me this way -- why I have to explain to you who I am when you don't tell me who you are.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: I was 23 years old when the Americans came to my country. I was a good man. I was a soldier. And when they left I was something different. For the next 6 years I did things I wish I could erase from my memory -- things which I never thought myself to be capable of. But I did come to learn this -- there was a part of me which was always capable. You want to know who I am? My name is Sayid Jarrah, and I am a torturer. &lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL BREAK&lt;br /&gt;[We see Sayid in the armory with Gale.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Tell me about this balloon.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: This balloon that brought you here with your wife. Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Everything.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: She's 140 feet high, 60 feet wide. And when she's up in the air 550,000 thousand cubic feet of helium and a 100,000 thousand of hot air keep her up. And if you could look down on her you'd see a big yellow smiley face on top.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Why would you travel in that way?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Because I was rich. Because it was my dream. And Jennifer thought it would be neat.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: You "were" rich?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I guess I'm thinking of things in the past tense now. How's that for optimism? &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: What did you do to become so rich?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I sold my company.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: What kind of company? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: Mining.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: What did you mine?&lt;br /&gt;GALE: We mined non-metallic minerals. I know, everyone wanted to talk to me at cocktail parties. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Give me your hands. Give me your hands! &lt;br /&gt;[Sayid puts the pliers around Gale's finger.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Where is she buried? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: What?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Listen to me. You said you buried your wife. Tell me where.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What are you going to...?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Where!!&lt;br /&gt;GALE: In the jungle. By the balloon, in the jungle. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: How deep? How deep did you dig the grave? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: I don't -- it was...&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: How deep? How many shovelfuls of earth? Did you use your hands? How long did it take you? &lt;br /&gt;GALE: I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: You would remember! You would remember how deep. You would remember every shovelful, every moment. You would remember what it felt like to place her body inside. You would remember if you buried the woman you loved. You would remember -- if it were true!&lt;br /&gt;GALE: Did you -- did you lose someone? Did you lose someone here on the island? Did you lose someone, too? What happened to her?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: It was an accident. It was an accident. The woman responsible thought she was someone else -- someone coming to hurt her -- someone like you!&lt;br /&gt;GALE: This is all a mistake. Slow down here, okay. Hurting me isn't going to bring her back. &lt;br /&gt;[Sayid starts punching Gale repeatedly.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: You know what I lost. Tell me how long.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: No, no. Help! Help me!&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Tell me who you are&lt;br /&gt;[Inside the armory.]&lt;br /&gt;GALE: What do you want me to say? Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Please. &lt;br /&gt;SAYID [still beating him]: I want you to tell me the truth. &lt;br /&gt;[Locke rushes to open the gun vault. And then rushes to enter the numbers. We see the timer at 10 seconds. Jack opens the door to the armory and wrestles Sayid out. Locke typed in 16 twice, instead of 15, 16 and has to backspace. The timer hits zero and starts spinning around. We hear sounds of something starting up in the hatch. The timer shows hieroglyphs in black and red. 4 of them lock in place. Locke enters the last number and hits execute before the last glyph locks. The timer resets and we hear a winding down sound.]&lt;br /&gt;[In the background we can hear Sayid, Jack and Gale.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: He's lying!&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Not like this.&lt;br /&gt;GALE: I'll tell you whatever you want. &lt;br /&gt;[Scene switches to Sayid, Jack and Gale. Jack is wrestling Sayid away from Gale.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: He's lying! He's lying!&lt;br /&gt;JACK: That's enough!&lt;br /&gt;[Jack closes the door and leaves Gale alone in the armory.]&lt;br /&gt;COMMERCIAL BREAK&lt;br /&gt;JACK [to Sayid]: What the hell was that? &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: He is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Yeah? Did he tell you that? &lt;br /&gt;SAYID: No. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: Then how do you know?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Because I know. He is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: I think that Rousseau thought that about you once, Sayid. If I'm not mistaken she strapped you down, she shocked you, all because she thought you were one of them. &lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: He is. &lt;br /&gt;JACK: What?&lt;br /&gt;LOCKE: He is one of them. To Rousseau, we're all Others. I guess it's all relative, huh? &lt;br /&gt;[Back on the island we see Sayid sitting on the beach with Charlie.]&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: There is a man down in the hatch. A stranger captured by Rousseau. I beat him. I beat him badly. &lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE: Why are you telling me this, Sayid?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: Jack asked me how I knew -- knew for sure that this man was lying. How I knew for sure that he was one of them -- one of the Others. I know because I feel no guilt for what I did to him. But there is no way I can ever explain that to Jack, or even Locke, because both of them have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE: Forgotten? What?&lt;br /&gt;SAYID: That you were strung up by your neck and left for dead. That Claire was taken and kept for days during which god only know what happened to her. That these people -- these Others -- are merciless, and can take any one of us whenever they choose. 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