11 days ago: The Others march Michael across the island. They pass a large rock structure with a hole in the middle. (Kind of like a small Stonehenge.) They enter a small village with some primitive huts. It’s near the beach and several men and women are milling around. Some of them have a large fishing net. Two men with rifles guard a hatch door. Pickett has a syringe and takes a blood sample from Michael.
A black woman, Ms. Klugh, approaches Michael. Starts firing questions at him about Walt. Are you his biological father? How old was he when he first spoke? Did he have any strange illnesses? Michael doesn’t know – Walt was living on the other side of the world. Ms. Klugh wonders if Walt ever appeared somewhere where he shouldn’t have been. Michael demands to see Walt. Ms. Klugh says that for such a desperate dad, Michael doesn’t seem to know much about his son.
Today: Michael tells Sayid he can’t come. Sayid is seeking revenge on Henry, Michael wants people who will concentrate on getting Walt back. “I have to do this my way.” Sayid says “Of course. Good luck.” and shakes Michael’s hand.
Charlie is having a hard time working on the church roof all by himself. (Shouldn’t there be – oh I don’t know – about 30 other people who could help him? ) Vincent runs up with a Virgin Mary statuette in his mouth. Charlie follows him back to Sawyer’s stash. There are 3 more there. Charlie tosses all 4 out into the ocean. (Let’s hope nobody needs a painkiller too badly. ) Locke watches from nearby, his right leg still in a splint.
Down in the bunker, Jack asks Eko where he and Locke were all night. Eko says they couldn’t find Henry’s trail and he doesn’t know where Locke got to. (I guess that whole Pearl bunker thing just slipped his mind.) Jack says they’re burying the girls at sunset. Eko says he will mourn in his own way. (Translation: sorry, but I can’t leave the button.)
Jack and Sawyer prepare the guns. Sawyer wonders who will speak at the funeral. Jack figures Hurley might want to talk about Libby. Sawyer says he didn’t even know Ana Lucia’s last name. Jack tells him it was Cortez. (Apparently we’ll never know Libby’s last name.) Sawyer confesses that he “screwed” A/L. (Ah Sawyer, ever the romantic. ) “She jumped me. That’s how she got my gun.” Jack: “Why are you telling me?” Sawyer: “You’re the closest thing I’ve got to a friend. At least now we get to kill somebody.”