Susan

You really want to argue with me about this?

Michael

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

Susan

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

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

Sun

Are you alright.

Michael

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

Sun

What?

Michael

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

[Shot of Sayid spreading out maps.]

Sayid

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

Shannon

Except for the fish song.

Sayid

MmHmm.

Jack

The what?

Sayid

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

Jack

So where are we in relation to the triangle?

Sayid

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

Jack

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

Sayid

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

Michael [walking up]

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

Shannon

You think any of us wants to be here?

Michael

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

Jack

So, are you suggesting something?

Michael

Yeah, we build a raft.

Sayid

A raft?

Michael

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

Sayid

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

Shannon

And I get really sea-sick.

Michael

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

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

Walt [reading the comic book]

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

Michael [walking up]

Hey, Walt. Hey, c'mon I need your help with something.

Walt

I'm doing stuff.

Michael

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

Walt

I like the pictures.

Michael

You like the art, huh?

Walt

I guess so.

Michael

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

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

Walt

Hey!

Michael

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

Walt

Why do I have to come?

Michael

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

[Shot of Michael on a pay phone.] Let me talk to him.

Susan

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

Michael

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

Susan

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

Brian

We've got to go.

Susan

Shh. It's Michael.

Michael

Who's that?

Susan

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

Michael

What the hell is going on?

Susan

Michael, listen, I've been seeing someone.

Michael

What? Who?

Susan

Does it make any difference?

Michael

Who is it?

Susan

Brian Porter.

Michael

The guy who hired you.

Susan

It wasn't like that before.

Michael

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

Susan

No! I did, and I realized. . .

Michael

I'm coming to Amsterdam.

Susan

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

Michael

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

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

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

Kate

Charlie?

Charlie

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

Kate

I did. Why? What are you doing?

Charlie

I don't know where it is?

Kate

What?

Charlie

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

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

Walt

What are we looking for again?

Michael

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

Walt

A frame for what?

Michael

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

Walt

Am I being punished?

Michael

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

Walt

Feels like punishment.

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

Kate

Sawyer? Hey, Sawyer?

[No answer from Sawyer.]

Charlie

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

Sawyer [from behind them sitting on the beach]

Trick or treat. What are you two selling today?

Charlie

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

Sawyer

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

Kate

Do you have the diary or not?

Sawyer [pulling the diary out]

You mean this one?

Charlie

Give it to me.

Sawyer

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

Charlie

I wasn't going to read it.

Sawyer

You're not curious what she wrote about you?

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

Charlie

You bastard. Did you read it?

Sawyer

Good literature's kinda scarce around here.

Charlie

He read it.

Kate

Just give it to us.

Sawyer

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

Kate

Sawyer.

Sawyer

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

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

Charlie

You hit like a ponce.

Sawyer [walking toward Charlie for more]

Oh, yeah. . .

Kate

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

Sawyer

I just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

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

Walt

Um, I'm going to get some water.

Michael

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

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

Shannon

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

Boone

Uh-huh.

Shannon

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

Boone

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

Shannon

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

Boone

No, thanks.

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

Locke

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

Walt

He's not the boss of me.

Locke

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

Michael [off camera at first]

Damn it! What is wrong with you?

Locke

I was just coming to see you.

Michael

I told you to stay away from my son.

Walt

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

Michael

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

Locke

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

Michael [leaning in to whisper in Locke's ear]

If I catch you with my son again, I'll kill you.

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

Walt

You're a jerk.

Michael

What'd you say to me?

Walt

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

Michael

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

Walt

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

Michael

What?

Walt

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

Michael

Listen, Walt. It's complicated.

Walt

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

Michael

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

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

Michael

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

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

Flashback.

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

Nurse [looking at the drawing]

Hm, that's really wonderful.

Michael

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

Nurse

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

Michael

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

Nurse

Ever go to visit him?

Michael

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

Nurse

How about a joke?

Michael

What kind of joke?

Nurse

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

Michael

Yeah, a newspaper, right?

Nurse

A penguin with a sunburn.

Michael [laughing]

That's really dumb.

Nurse

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

Susan [off camera at first]

Hello, Michael.

Michael

Susan.

Susan

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

Michael

Yeah, well, considering how our last conversation went.

Susan

I'm so sorry about that.

Michael

Hey, did you bring Walt?

Susan

No. No, he's at home.

Michael

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

Susan

I came to see you.

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

Michael

So I look pretty good, huh?

Susan

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

Michael

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

Susan

I'm covering all your medical costs.

Michael

What?

Susan

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

Michael

What is this about?

Susan

Brian and I are getting married.

Michael

How nice for. . .

Susan

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

Michael

Sounds like Brian's on a roll.

Susan

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

Michael

You're kidding me, right?

Susan

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

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

Hurley

Uh, dude? Your kid's gone.

Michael

What?

Hurley

He just grabbed the dog and took off.

Michael

I know where he's gone.

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

Michael

Locke, where the hell is he?

Locke

What?

Michael

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

Locke

Walt's not here, Michael.

Michael

Don't lie to me.

Boone

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

Michael

I'm not talking to you.

Locke

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

Michael

Well, if he's not. . .

Locke

Let's go find your boy.

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

Charlie

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

Kate

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

Charlie

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

Kate

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

Charlie

Yeah.

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

Shot of Walt in the jungle with Vincent.]

Walt

C'mon, Vincent.

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

Walt [struggling to keep hold of Vincent]

Vincent, cut it out. Cut it out, Vincent. What's wrong?

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

Walt

Vincent!

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

Walt

Vincent! Vincent!

Flashback.

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

Susan [off camera to Brian]

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

Brian

Oh, you're kidding me.

Susan

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

Brian

Barkley, that's classic.

Susan

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

Walt

I told you, I need help.

Brian

He needs help.

Susan

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

Walt

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

Brian [to Susan who looks ill]

You okay?

Susan

I'm feeling kind of flu-ey.

Walt

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

Brian

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

Walt

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

Susan

What about Barkley?

Walt

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

Susan

Sleeping in late that's too much. . .

Walt

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

[A bird smashes into the window.]

Susan

Oh, my god.

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

Walt

Is it dead?

Brian

Yeah, poor guy.

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

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

Walt

Vincent! Vincent!

[Sound of rustling, growling in the jungle.]

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Flashback.

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

Brian

Michael Dawson?

Michael

Yeah, can I help you?

Brian

I'm Brian Porter.

Michael

Susan's Brian?

Brian [nods]

Can I come in? I need to talk to you.

Michael

Susan know you're here, man?

Brian

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

Michael

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

Brian

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

Michael

I didn't know. . . I, uh, I hadn't talked to her in a while. . . sit down. And, Walt, how's he, uh. . .

Brian

He's fine. He's back home with his nanny.

Michael

What?

Brian

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

Michael

You left him home after he just lost his mother?

Brian

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

Michael

She what?

Brian

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

Michael

I haven't been his father in 9 years.

Brian

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

Michael

Hear what?

Brian

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

Michael

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

Brian

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

Michael

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

Brian

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

Michael

I'm supposed to give a damn about you?

Brian

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

Michael [grabbing Brian by the collar and shoving him up against the wall]

You son-of-a-bitch, what the hell are you talking about? You're the only father he knows.

Brian

It's more than that.

Michael

Well, then what?

Brian

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

Michael

What the hell are you talking about, man?

Brian

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

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

Michael

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

Walt [yelling from a distance]

Help, please. Help.

Michael

Walt?

Locke

This way.

[They run after Walt's voice.]

Michael

Walt! Walt!

Flashback.

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

Nanny

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

Michael

Oh, thanks.

Nanny

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

Michael

What's that?

Nanny

Something I think Walt should have. Excuse me.

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

Nanny

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

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

Walt

Dad!

Michael

Walt!

Walt

Dad! Dad, help, please.

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

Walt

Help!

Michael

Walt!

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

Walt

Dad!

Locke [looking up at the trees]

C'mon, up here. Michael.

Walt

Dad! Dad.

Flashback.

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

Michael

Hey, Walt.

Walt

Who are you?

Michael

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

Walt

Where's Brian?

Michael

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

Walt

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Michael

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

Walt

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

Michael

Brian said you could have him.

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

Walt

Dad.

Michael

Hey, Walt!

Walt

Dad! Dad! Where are you dad?

Michael

Hang on!

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

Michael

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

Walt

Dad!

Michael

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

Locke

Michael.

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

Michael

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

Walt

Dad!

Michael

Are you okay?

Walt

Yeah.

Michael [tying the vines around Walt]

Alright. Whatever you do, you hold onto this tight. Got me?

Walt

Yeah.

Michael

Tight.

Walt

What about you?

Michael

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

[Locke pulls Walt up to safety.]

Michael

Pull him, Locke.

[The polar is now trying to get Michael.]

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

Walt

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. . .

Michael

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

Walt

But, Vincent. He ran off again.

Locke

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

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

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

Michael

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

Walt

What's this?

Michael

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

Walt

You wrote me?

Michael

Mmhmm.

Walt

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

Michael

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

Walt

So, you drew these?

Michael

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

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

Walt

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

Michael

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

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

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

Charlie sees something interesting.]

Charlie

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

Jack

What is that?

Charlie

It's Claire's, her diary.

Sayid

You're reading her diary?

Charlie

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

Sayid

Black rock?

Jack

It's just dreams, Charlie.

Charlie

No. Sayid mentioned Black Rock before.

Sayid

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

Charlie

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

Jack

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

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

Boone

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

Locke

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

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

Boone

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

[Claire emerges from the bushes looking awful.]

Locke

Claire?