Watching Lost

HURLEY: We’re all gonna die.
SAWYER: Calm down, Chicken Little. The sky ain’t falling just yet.
HURLEY: This is exactly what he wants— to fight amongst ourselves. You’re making a big mistake, dude.
LOCKE: It’s his to make, Hugo. Let’s get on with it.
SAWYER: Right. …I’m attackin’ Siberia.
(They’re playing Risk)
SAWYER: Sorry.
HURLEY: Can’t believe you’re just giving him Australia. Australia’s the key to the whole game.
SAWYER: Says you.

SAWYER: Let me guess. “14-J” ain’t the code for the pizza boy.
BEN: It’s an early warning system.
LOCKE: Warning for what?
BEN: Somebody tripped the panic switch at our security fence. That means one of my people’s been captured. How long did you guys debate amongst yourselves whether or not to ask me why the phone rang?
LOCKE: Five minutes.
BEN: Well, so much for our head start.
SAWYER: Hold up. If we’re hunkerin’ down, I gotta grab Frenchie and the kids.
BEN: Don’t bother. They’re safe. I sent Rousseau, Alex and Karl away yesterday.
SAWYER: Away where? Whatever. Claire’s still sleepin’. I’ll grab her.
BEN: There’s no time.
SAWYER: I’ll make time.
BEN: (To Locke) It’s very important that you survive what’s about to happen here, John. So I need you to stay close to me.
LOCKE: And why would I do that?
BEN: Because the people that are coming won’t risk hurting me. You want to live? I’m your best chance.

LOCKE: Right now I need you to tell me what’s going on.
BEN: I think the technical term is “shock and awe”. They’re trying to frighten me into surrendering.
LOCKE: Well, why did they stop shooting?
HURLEY: Was that Claire’s house? Claire was there.
LOCKE: Hugo, get the baby away from the window. Put him in the back room.
LOCKE: You said I need to survive this. Why?
BEN: Because there’s only one person that can help us now, and that’s Jacob, and we have to go to him together.
LOCKE: What makes you think I can find him? I–I don’t even know where the cabin is.
BEN: I know, but Hurley does.

NARJISS: Good afternoon, sir.
BEN: Good afternoon. I’d like a room, please.
NARJISS: Of course, sir. Is this your first time in Tunisia?
BEN: No, but it’s been a while.
NARJISS: Your name?
BEN: I’m actually a preferred guest. It should be under “Dean Moriarty”.
NARJISS: Certainly, Mr. Moriarty.
NARJISS: May I help you with anything else?
BEN: Yes. Um, today’s date is…
NARJISS: October 24th, sir.
BEN: 2005?
NARJISS: Yes, sir. 2005.
BEN: Thank you.

SAYID: What are you doing here?
BEN: I’m here to find the man who murdered your wife.
SAYID: How did you get here?
BEN: I came across the Syrian border. It’s really not as difficult as you might–
SAYID: How did you get off the island?
BEN: Your friend Desmond had a boat. Remember? The Elizabeth. I followed a heading to Fiji. Then I chartered a plane.
SAYID: Why now?
BEN: You remember the name Charles Widmore, don’t you? The man who tried to convince the world that your plane was on the bottom of the ocean?
SAYID: What does it have to do with me? With Nadia?
BEN: There was a man at her procession. He goes by the name of Ishmael Bakir. He’s one of Widmore’s men.

KEAMY: All right, Mr. Linus, these are my terms: You’re gonna step out the front door, put your hands above your head, and you’re gonna walk straight to me. Once I have you in my custody, then I promise you that no one else in that house will be harmed.
BEN: You and I both know that once you have me, there’s nothing to stop you from killing everybody else on this island.
KEAMY: What kind of guy do you think I am?
BEN: Martin Christopher Keamy–former first sergeant, United States Marine Corps, served with distinction from 1996 to 2001, but since then, you’ve worked with a number of mercenary organizations, specifically in Uganda. So I know exactly what kind of man you are, Mr. Keamy, and we can dispense with the formalities.
KEAMY: Okay, Ben. You got it.
(Alex is summoned)
KEAMY: Get your ass out here right now… or I’m gonna kill your daughter.
BEN: I’d like to present a counterproposal.
KEAMY: I’m listening.
ALEX: You and your friends… You turn around. Walk back to your helicopter. You fly away and forget you ever heard of this island.
KEAMY: Tell your daddy good-bye.
ALEX: Dad… They’re serious. They killed Karl and my mother.
BEN: Alex… I have this under control. Everything’s gonna be okay.
ALEX: Please, daddy! Just please, please.
KEAMY: You have ten seconds, Ben.
BEN: Okay, listen.
KEAMY: Nine…
BEN: She’s not my daughter.
KEAMY: Eight…
BEN: I stole her as a baby from an insane woman. She’s a pawn, nothing more. She means nothing to me. I’m not coming out of this house. So if you want to kill her, go ahead and do it–

(Gun goes off)

WIDMORE: I wondered when you were gonna show up. I see you’ve been getting more sun.
BEN: Iraq is lovely this time of year. When did you start sleeping with a bottle of scotch by the bed?
WIDMORE: When the nightmares started.Have you come here to kill me, Benjamin?
BEN: We both know I can’t do that.
WIDMORE: Then why are you here?
BEN: I’m here, Charles, because you murdered my daughter.
WIDMORE: Don’t stand there, looking at me with those horrible eyes of yours and lay the blame for the death of that poor girl on me, when we both know very well I didn’t murder her at all, Benjamin. You did.
BEN: No, that’s not true.
WIDOMRE. Yes, Benjamin, it is. You creep into my bedroom in the dead of night–like a rat–and have the audacity to pretend that you’re the victim? I know who you are, boy. What you are. I know that everything you have you took from me. So… Once again I ask you: Why are you here?
BEN: I’m here, Charles, to tell you that I’m going to kill your daughter. Penelope, is it? And once she’s gone… once she’s dead… then you’ll understand how I feel. And you’ll wish you hadn’t changed the rules.
WIDMORE: You’ll never find her. That island’s mine, Benjamin. It always was. It will be again.
BEN: But you’ll never find it.
WIDMORE: Then I suppose the hunt is on for both of us.
BEN: I suppose it is. Sleep tight, Charles.