Lost (2004–2010): Season 6, Episode 7 - Dr. Linus - full transcript

Previously on Lost:

These are our names.

- Where's Jacob?
- I don't know.

Why is my name written on this?

- He didn't tell me.
- What does he want?

I had to get you and Jack as far away
from that Temple as I possibly could.

- What? Why?
- 'Cause someone's coming there.

Someone bad.

- There's still time.
- Not for me.

Where's Jarrah?

- I'm fine. Thank you.
- Where is he?



Considering he just killed Dogen,
I don't think he's gonna be joining us.

- Who's Dogen?
- Guy in charge of the Temple.

- Sayid killed the interpreter, too.
- You sure?

He was standing over their dead bodies
holding a bloody dagger. I'm sure.

- You said we were safe at the Temple.
- That's what I was told.

- What about the beach?
- What beach?

Where we buried Locke. Where they lived.
We'll have the water at our backs,

and it's familiar territory.
Anybody else got a better idea?

No. The beach it is.

- That way.
- Move.

And it was on this island
that everything changed.

That everything finally became clear.

Elba...

...is where Napoleon
faced his greatest test.



Because exile wasn't
the worst of his fate.

What was truly devastating to him
was the loss of his power.

Sure, they allowed him
to keep the title of Emperor,

but without any power,
it was meaningless.

He might just as well have been dead.

All right. Remember,
five and six tomorrow. Thank you.

Principal Reynolds. Good morning.

Walk with me.

Linus, there's been a schedule shift.

I need you to supervise detention
after school today.

- What?
- In fact, all week.

Cutbacks, budget crises,
events above your pay grade.

Needless to say,
some of us have to pull double duty.

We have History Club.
Those kids need me.

There are five students
in History Club. They'll live.

Shouldn't we be encouraging
the ones with ambition?

The club isn't for them, it's for you.
Makes you feel needed.

Unfortunately, for now,
you're needed... in detention.

Thanks for your understanding, Linus.

It's Dr. Linus, actually.

For the love of...
It's ruined! It's ruined.

- What's the problem, Leslie?
- Formaldehyde.

Formaldehyde's the problem.
Know what gets out formaldehyde?

Nothing. Maybe if I had
some freaking lab aprons,

I wouldn't pay for incompetent students
with another trip to Marshalls.

Budget cutbacks.

How hard would it be for Reynolds to
spread a little love to the sciences?

I'm dealing with
lab equipment from the 1 950s.

Now, why is that?

Principal Reynolds is an administrator.
He's not a teacher.

He's forgotten what
the public school system is about.

Summers off in exchange for a crap
pension. I'm happy to remind him.

Taking care of the kids.
That's what's important.

OK. You just keep dreaming.

Well, I know you've given up,
but I refuse to.

Maybe you should be the principal.

So says the substitute.

What do you mean,
I should be the principal?

Sounds like you care about this place.

And if the man in charge doesn't,
then maybe it's time for a change.

I appreciate the sentiment,
but who's gonna listen?

I'm listening.

Tell me what that thing back there was.

That thing killed her friends
at the statue.

And Jacob, right?

It killed Jacob, too.

- Yeah, of course. And Jacob.
- Of course.

You're Miles, right? Miles Straume?

You communicate with the dead.

Not technically. I...
I can tell you how someone died,

pick up their last thoughts
before they check out...

- I need to be near their bodies.
- This is what's left of Jacob's body.

So tell me, Miles, how did he die?

- Linus killed him.
- What?

That's not true.

Are you sure?

He was standing over Jacob's
dead body with a bloody dagger,

so... yeah, I'm pretty sure.

Thank you.

Jacob was the closest thing
I ever had to a father.

I'm gonna look for some tools
and get to work on some shelter.

The rest of you see what food's left.
Maybe get a fire going.

Yeah, a fire will fix everything.

There anything you'd like me to do?

You know, psychics, totally unreliable.

Miles actually tried to
blackmail me once into...

You make friends easy, don't you?

I made you one of the turkey meals
with the cranberry sauce you like.

It ain't one of them lean deals, is it?

No, Dad. It's organic.

- I'm trying to keep you healthy.
- It's a little late for that.

How was work?

I have a doctorate
in Modern European History...

...and yet I'm babysitting
burnouts in detention.

Detention, huh?

And, the worst of it is,

as I look out at those ingrates
that I'm tasked with watching...

...I can't help thinking...

...that, maybe, I'm more
a loser than any of them.

This isn't the life
I wanted for you, Ben.

- I wanted so much more.
- I know.

That's why I signed up
for that damn Dharma Initiative

and took you to the island, and...

They were decent people.

Smarter than I'll ever be.

Imagine how different our lives
would have been if we'd stayed.

We'd have both lived happily ever after.

No, I'm serious, Ben.

Who knows what you would've become?

- Now, does that feel better?
- Yes.

Thank you.

- Alex?
- Dr. Linus.

Where were you today?
We had to cancel History Club.

I'm so sorry. I should've
put a note on the door.

The meetings have to be postponed.
I'm in detention all week.

Oh, yeah? What'd you do?

Principal Reynolds
needs me to cover, so...

AP test is Friday.

I was kind of counting on the tutoring.

All right. How about this?

Tomorrow morning, seven am, in the
library. And you bring the coffee.

Thanks.

God, you're the best, Dr. Linus.

- My pleasure, Alex.
- OK.

See you.

Excuse me. How long
are we going to stay here?

- I told you, I don't know yet.
- I need to find my husband.

Trust me, if anyone
wants to find him, it's me.

But I don't know where to look.

Why do you want to find Jin?

Because your last name is Kwon,
so is his.

I don't know whether I'm supposed
to protect you, him, or both of you.

Protect us? What are you talking about?

You're candidates... to replace Jacob.

Replace him? To do what?

If you're the one selected,
I imagine you'll find out.

Wait. You said "candidates."
How many are there?

Six. There are only six left.

- Cheese curds...
- Hurley. Come on. Wake up.

Come on. Let's go.

We'll make the Temple by nightfall.

- I'm hungry. Let's eat breakfast first.
- No, we can eat on the way.

What's the rush?

You know, maybe we should take our time.

Why?

Because.

I'm leaving, Hurley. You coming or not?

Dude, it's this way.

- No, we came this way.
- Yeah, but that was a mistake.

This is faster.
Trust me, it's just around here.

- It's a shortcut.
- No, it's not.

You're both wrong.

Temple's that way.

Where did you come from?

- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
- Try me.

Not yet. But if you wanna go
to the Temple, it's this way.

Dude, you trust that guy?

At least he's not stalling.

When you're finished in the library,
give me a hand getting firewood.

Just looking for something useful.

The things people
will bring on a trip...

"Oceanic."

I remember that plane
breaking in half like it was yesterday.

You sound nostalgic.

- Maybe I am.
- I was supposed to be flying it.

Oceanic 81 5.

- And why didn't you?
- I overslept.

Come on.

Can you believe it?
Imagine how different

- my life'd be had that alarm gone off.
- How different would it have been?

The island still got you
in the end, didn't it?

Walk.

- OK, wait. You don't have to be so...
- Stop! On the ground, face down.

What are you doing? Look,
If this is about what Miles said...

- Pick it up.
- What?

Pick it up and start digging.

- Dig what?
- A grave.

- For who?
- You murdered Jacob.

It's for you.

Now, you know this. I know you do.

Expanded Lord Cornwallis' powers
as Governor-General.

Very good. Now, moving on
to the Charter Act of 1 81 3.

At the time of the charter,
the East India Trading Company's power

extended to all of India except for...

- I don't know!
- It's OK. It's just a test.

Just a test?

It's only my entire life, Dr. Linus.

Alex, I think you're a bit overdramatic.

Am I? My mom works two jobs
just to pay our rent.

How am I gonna pay for college?

Let alone Yale.
Assuming I can even get in.

You're one of the brightest students
I've ever had.

I don't worry about your future at all.

- Really?
- Really.

What can I do to help? I'll write you
a great letter of recommendation...

No, I need someone who went there.

Unfortunately, the only one I know's
that pervert, Principal Reynolds.

Excuse me, "pervert?"

Forget I said that.

- I was just angry.
- Alex, has Principal Reynolds...

- ...done something to you?
- What?

- No! I swear, it's not that.
- Then what is it?

Dr. Linus, if I tell you,
will you promise to keep it between us?

Of course I promise.

OK.

So I was in the nurse's office
a few months ago.

I had a stomachache and I just went in
to find a cot, and fell asleep.

When I woke up, after school,
in the other room,

Principal Reynolds was there.
And the nurse, well,

I guess she forgot I was in there.

They were...

...you know, doing it.
In the room right next to me.

Where they give kids hearing tests.

- Isn't that totally gross?
- Totally.

Dr. Linus, you're not gonna
say something, are you?

No, no. A promise is a promise.

Well, shall we return to the high seas?

Yeah. Sure.

Not exactly tearing it up
on the digging front, are you?

I'm not in a big hurry.

Brought you some grub. Hope you like

green beans and banana,
'cause that's all we got.

Not really hungry.

Suit yourself.

Miles. Do you remember once
you asked me for 3.2 million dollars?

Do you still want it?

What are you gonna do? You gonna
write me a check on this banana leaf?

I can get off this island.
And, when I do,

I have a vast network of people and
resources that will get you that money.

- All you have to do is cut me loose.
- Why would I need your money

when there are jabonies
under there named Nikki and Paulo

who got buried alive with eight million
dollars in diamonds on top of them?

I can't believe you're just gonna
stand by and watch this happen.

Ilana's gonna murder me
for killing Jacob,

a man who didn't even care
about being killed.

- No, he cared.
- Excuse me?

Right up until the second
the knife went through his heart,

he was hoping he was wrong about you.

I guess he wasn't.

Dig!

- So, you're not time traveling?
- No.

But you look the same
as you did 30 years ago.

- How is that possible?
- It's not easy to explain.

Is this like a Terminator thing?
You a cyborg?

- No, I'm not a cyborg.
- Vampire?

- Jacob gave me a gift.
- Jacob. What do you know about him?

I know he's dead.

You said we were going to the Temple.

- I lied.
- Why?

Because everyone at the Temple is dead.

What do you mean they're all dead?

What happened?

I'm not sure what happened,
but I just came from there.

- There's no survivors.
- What about our friends? Sayid, Kate.

No, they weren't there.

Well, maybe they made it out alive.

Whatever you're looking
for at the Temple, it's not there.

You didn't want to go back.
Did you know?

Jacob kind of, sort of, hinted at it.

- You spoke to Jacob?
- Yeah.

Well, whatever he said,
don't believe him.

Where are you going?

- I have something I need to do.
- To do what?

Die.

- Hey, do you have a minute?
- Yes, I guess.

Might as well just give them all Fs.

How hard is it to learn the difference
between a genus and a species?

What do you want?

You're good with computers, aren't you?

Something tells me you wouldn't be here
if you didn't already know I was.

Could you, hypothetically,

access someone's e-mail account
without their knowledge?

- Yeah. It depends on the account.
- Say, a faculty account.

Hypothetic.

- Whose?
- Nurse Kondracki.

Kim? Why? You got the hots for her?

No, I'm just... I'm curious
about some of her correspondence.

With whom?

OK, that's fine.

I didn't come to see you.
You came to see me.

I don't have time
to play 20 Questions.

Either tell me what you're doing, or let
me finish grading my papers in peace.

All right, all right.

I have reason to believe
that she might be engaged

in an inappropriate personal
relationship with Principal Reynolds.

You're making a play.

You're going after the big job,
aren't you?

Are you going to help me or not, Leslie?

I want a good spot.

- I'm sorry?
- I want Lamour's spot

in the main parking lot.

The one next to the maple tree,
not under the maple tree.

That way I get the shade

but not all that tree crap
over the hood of my car.

And I want aprons.
I want lots of aprons.

And I want lab equipment in here
that was built in this decade. Deal?

Deal.

You know, you really had me fooled
with that sweater vest.

Linus, you're a real killer.

Been here before?

Yes.

And in all the time
that I've spent on this island,

today is the first time
I've ever come back.

Jack?

- Dude, where are you?
- I'm in here.

Do not open that.
There's dynamite, mega unstable.

- I know.
- So did Dr. Arzt.

Then I was wiping him
out of my shirt two days later.

- Dude, it's time to go.
- No, not yet.

He's opening a crate of dynamite,
and said he wanted to kill himself.

I can't kill myself.

- What?
- Even if I wanted to,

trust me, I do, I can't kill myself.

Which is why I want you to do it for me.

What are you talking about?

What I'm talking about, Jack,
is that, well, Jacob touched me.

And when Jacob touches you,
well, it's considered a gift.

Except it's not a gift at all.

It's a curse.

- Dude! Seriously, let's go now!
- Why do you want to die?

I devoted my life,

longer than you can
possibly imagine, in service of a man

who told me that everything
was happening for a reason.

That he had a plan.
A plan that I was a part of.

And, when the time was right,
that he'd share it with me.

And now that man's gone. So...

Why do I want to die? Because I just
found out my entire life had no purpose.

Now, if I light this myself,
it won't work.

But you can light it for me, Jack.

I made the fuse long enough
so you'll have time to get out.

Jack, please tell me
you're not considering this.

If he wants to die,
there's nothing to stop him.

Thank you.

Now...

...let's talk.

Jack! Dude, we got to go.
The guy's crazy, and I know crazy!

- Go ahead. We'll be all right.
- You're gonna blow up!

Got to talk to him, Hurley. Just go.

- No, I'm not going without you.
- Hurley, I'll be fine.

When you change your mind,
I'll be a mile away.

You should go with him, Jack.

- No, Richard, I shouldn't.
- Then you're gonna die.

I don't think either
one of us is gonna die.

- What makes you think that?
- I just came from a lighthouse...

...where my name was etched in wood
on a dial that turned a mirror...

...that somehow reflected the image
of the house I grew up in.

Jacob's lighthouse.

He got Hurley to bring me
because he wanted me to see

what was reflected in that mirror.
For some reason, he wanted me to know

that he'd been watching me
ever since I was a kid.

- Why?
- I have no idea why.

But I'm willing to bet you
that if Jacob went to that trouble...

...that he brought me to this island
for a reason,

and it's not to blow up
sitting with you right now.

That's a big risk you're taking.

- Yes.
- What if you're wrong?

I'm not.

Wanna try another stick?

All right, Jack.

You seem to have all the answers.
So, now what?

We go back to where we started.

Hello, Ben.

What are you doing here?

- Visiting. What are you doing?
- I'm digging my own grave.

Why?

Because you talked me
into killing Jacob.

Do you see that woman eating a mango?

She's his bodyguard
and she knows what I did.

You've got what you wanted
because she's going to kill me.

I don't want you to die, Ben.

In fact, I went back to
the statue to get you, but you'd gone.

Get me? For what?

I'm gathering a group
to leave this place for good.

But, once we're gone, someone's gonna
need to be in charge of the island.

Me?

I can't think of a
better man for the job.

It doesn't seem very likely, does it,
under the circumstances?

How am I gonna get away from...

Come to the other island,
to the Hydra Station.

That's where we'll be.

She'll come after me.

Two hundred yards inland,
there's a tree in a clearing

with a rifle leaning up against it.
If you go now,

you'll get there first
and you'll have the drop on her.

But don't hesitate.

She won't.

See you soon, Ben.

Hey!

Come in.

Linus, I don't have time to listen
to you complain about detention.

That's not why I'm here.
I want you to read something.

Well, if this is some attempt
to revive your little club...

Those are 30 e-mails
that cover a three-month period.

It's pretty lascivious stuff.

Which would be fine if it was private,
but they seem to describe acts

that took place on school property.

Acts which, morality aside,
I think the school board would frown on.

Not to mention your wife.

What do you want?

Your job.

You're gonna resign...

...for, I don't know...

...personal reasons, health, your call.
But, with your resignation,

you're gonna recommend the school board
hire me as your replacement.

And the irony of all this
is that they hold you in such esteem...

...that I'll get the job.

So, do we have an understanding?

Linus...

May I read you an e-mail?

"Dear Principal Reynolds,
I would appreciate it if you could

write a letter of recommendation
to Yale on my behalf.

It would mean the world to me.
Sincerely, Alexandra Rousseau."

It's a funny thing about
recommendations, Linus.

They work both ways.

So, I put the ball back in your court.

You can execute your little
Machiavellian maneuvers.

Go for my job, sit at my desk.

But, alas, there will be
an unfortunate side effect.

I will torch Miss Rousseau
and her future.

Is my job, my power,
that important to you?

So. What will it be, Dr. Linus?

Drop it. Put the gun down!

What are you waiting for?

I want to explain.

Explain what?

I want to explain
that I know what you're feeling.

You have no idea what I'm feeling.

I watched my daughter,
Alex, die in front of me.

And it was my fault.

I had a chance to save her.

But I chose the island.

Over her.

All in the name of Jacob.

I sacrificed everything for him.

And he didn't even care.

I stabbed him.
I was... so angry.

Confused. I was terrified
that I was about to lose

the only thing that had
ever mattered to me, my power.

But the thing that really mattered...

...was already gone.

I'm sorry that I killed Jacob.

I am.

And I do not expect you to forgive me,

because... I can never forgive myself.

Then what do you want?

Just... let me leave.

Where will you go?

To Locke.

Why?

Because he's the only one
that'll have me.

I'll have you.

- Dr. Linus.
- Hello, Alex.

I was just coming by
to thank Principal Reynolds.

He wrote me the most incredible letter
of recommendation.

Wow. Wonderful.

Did you have something to do with it?

I mean, I thought he might say some
nice things, but he really went all out.

No, it wasn't me. But I always say
you're a great student.

Obviously, I wasn't
the only one who noticed.

- Thanks...
- Linus,

what the hell are you doing
in my office?

Just dropping off the detention sign-up
sheet for the week, per your request.

Just put it on my desk.

- So, will I see you at History Club?
- You mean when it's back on?

Oh, no, we've got our old slot back.

Principal Reynolds found someone
to cover detention. Right?

- Yes, that's right.
- Well, then, see you at four.

Bye.

Hey. Did you do it?

- No.
- No?

No? Wait.

- What about my parking space?
- You can have mine.

Do you need a hand?

Please help me with the tarp.

Sir, there are people on the beach.

- Should we stop?
- No.

- Proceed as planned.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Widmore.