Narrator: Previously on LOST.: (A man rolls a chair across concrete floor) (A man picks up Dharma Initiative cans and places them on the kitchen island)
(Jump Cut) (Harold and Harold walk along La Jetee) Harold: I’m not happy about the arrangement that was made with you, Harold. But we got more than we bargained for when Malcolm 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? Harold: Yeah, I can drive a boat. Harold: Good, then, you’re gonna take this boat: and follow a compass bearing of three-two-five: and if you do that exactly?! Well, then, you and your son will find rescue.
Harold: What? That’s it?! I follow the bearing and me and my son get rescued? Harold: Yes. Harold: How do you know: I won’t tell people about: where I was?
Harold: 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. Harold: Because if you do:
Harold: People will find out: Harold: What you did to get your son back.
Harold: My friends? I was promised: you wouldn’t hurt them. Harold: Deal’s a deal. Harold: Who are you people? Harold: We’re the good guys, Harold. Alright, she’s all yours. Harold: What? What am I stupid? Where’s my son? Harold: Malcolm’s inside! (Harold leaps inside) Harold: Bon Voyage, Harold. (Stirring strings) Harold: Malcolm! Malcolm: Harold! (April Grace cuts the restraints off of - ) April Grace: Jorge? You can go back to your camp. Go back: your job is to tell the rest of your people they can never come here. Harold: Your friends are coming home with us. April Grace: Go.
(A red boat is pushed off) (Haunting strings) (Matthew looks, as - ) (Harold looks, as - ) (Evangeline looks, as - ) (Harold looks, as - ) (Josh looks, as - ) (All stand, as - )
(Stopped: Josh)
(Stopped: Evangeline)
(Stopped: Matthew)
(Jump Cut) Claire: What happened out there, Dominic? Dominic: You wanna hear the part about me getting killed by the flaming fireball? Or - Claire: I want you to be serious! Dominic: Nothing happened. Claire: Well, Something Happened: “I mean, that noise in the sky, and it turned that weird, violent color”? Dominic: Did it? (Claire and Dominic, almost - and - ) (And small campfires on the Beach, and - ) (LOST. Sound) (Commercial Break)