Watching Lost

MAN: John? John, wake up.
LOCKE: Mm.
MAN: You had a compound fracture. The doctors here did their best, but I had a specialist flown in to reset your leg properly.
WIDMORE: It’s nice to see you again, John.
LOCKE: Do I know you?
WIDMORE:  Yes. I understand your being confused. Imagine how I feel. I met you when I was 17. And now all these years later, here we are. You look exactly the same.
LOCKE: Who are you?
WIDMORE: My name is Charles Widmore. Tell me, John. How long has it been for you since… we first met, since you walked into our camp and you spoke to Richard?
LOCKE: Four days.
WIDMORE: That’s incredible.

WIDMORE: Because there’s a war coming, John. And if you’re not back on the Island when that happens, the wrong side is going to win.

LOCKE: “Jeremy Bentham”?
WIDMORE: He was a British philosopher. Your parents had a sense of humor when they named you, so why can’t I? This should be money enough for now. The phone’s international. If you need to reach me, for anything, just press 2-3. The folder contains your people’s whereabouts, everyone that was on the Island that left.
LOCKE: You’ve been watching them?
WIDMORE: I’m deeply invested in the future of the Island, John. So, yes, I’ve been watching them. I wouldn’t mention I’m involved in this. I can’t imagine what they think of me, having listened to Benjamin’s lies.
LOCKE: How do I know that you’re not the one who’s lying?
WIDMORE: I haven’t tried to kill you. Would you say the same for him?

LOCKE: You asked if there was someone you could look up for me.
ABADDON: Yes, I did.
LOCKE: Her name is Helen–Helen Norwood–and she was living in Los Angeles.
ABADDON: She an old girlfriend of yours?

ABADDON: John… you’re not really gonna pretend you don’t remember that I was an orderly in the hospital right after your accident? That I was the one who told you to go on your walkabout? The same walkabout that put you on the plane that crashed on that Island?
LOCKE: No. I remember.
ABADDON: I help people get to where they need to get to, John. That’s what I do for Mr. Widmore.

KATE: Have you ever been in love, John?
LOCKE: What?
KATE: I think about you sometimes. I think about how desperate you were to stay on that Island. And then I realized… it was all because you didn’t love anybody.
LOCKE: That’s not true. I loved someone… once. Her name was Helen.
KATE: What happened?
LOCKE: Well… it–it… it just didn’t work out.
KATE: Why not, John?
LOCKE: I was angry. I was… ob-obsessed.
KATE: And look how far you’ve come.

LOCKE: What happened to her?
ABADDON: She died of a brain aneurysm. I’m very sorry, Mr. Locke.
LOCKE: She loved me. If I had just… we could’ve been together.
ABADDON: Maybe you could have. That wouldn’t change anything. She’d still be gone.
LOCKE: Would she?
ABADDON: Helen is where she’s supposed to be. As sad as it is, her path led here. And your path, no matter what you did or what you do, your path leads back to the Island.
LOCKE: You say that like it’s all det–inevitable.
ABADDON: Mr. Widmore told me Richard Alpert said that you were going to die. So you tell me, John. Is that inevitable, or is it a choice?
LOCKE: What, you think I wanna die? How is that… how could you possibly think that’s a choice?
ABADDON: Hey… I’m just your driver.