Episode Report Card Cindy McLennan: A+ | 1193 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT Dread Lockes
By Cindy McLennan | Season 5 | Episode 7 | Aired on 2009.02.25
Locke comments that Abaddon says that like it's all inevitable, and let me scratch the needle 'cross this here record for a tick. Why Locke, who has been pretty good about riding Abaddon hard (stop it) throughout their travels, doesn't let loose on him at that, I cannot figure. I mean, wouldn't you be all, "Well then riddle me this, Matty. If people's paths lead them to where they're supposed to be, why am I busting my wheelchair-bound hump to get a bunch of people back to Craphole?" I'd also be running over his feet. For reals. But no, Locke just simpers about blah blah blah inevitability-cakes. Come on, Show. Abaddon reveals that Widmore informed him Richard told Locke he was going to have to die, and asks him if that's inevitable or a choice. Locke's all, "Do you think I want to die?" I'm thinking no Locke, or you would have let go out in the sands of Tunisia, or when they reset your leg the first time at that hospital. That almost killed me. Locke asks how Abaddon could possibly think death was a choice. Matthew smirks, rises back to his full height and says, "Hey, I'm just a driver." Locke stares at Helen's headstone for a moment, then we cut to him waiting in the car as Abaddon loads the wheelchair in the car trunk. When he slams the lid shut, a shot rings out, pierces his flesh, and spatters it and his blood all over the rear windshield, right behind Locke. Did that scene earworm anyone else with Bon Jovi? Just me, then. Abaddon staggers. The rear windshield then shatters inward thanks to another shot. Matthew struggles to stand. Locke yells his name, then, realizing the extent of the danger, he hoists himself over the seat (he's still in his walking cast) and slides into the drivers' seat. Abaddon is facing his assassin by now, and takes another shot to the gut. Locke takes off, and Abaddon falls to the ground, dead, dead, really dead, not just a little dead, and it's still less gross than the puke, and the shinbone. Locke, meanwhile, drives about as well as Hurley does under stress, but he's not fortunate enough to get a visit from the ghost of Ana-Lucia telling him to get his shit together, so he gets in an accident while fleeing from the gunman.
Los Angeles, CA; Daytime; Jack's Hospital; Whenever: Locke wakes to find a bearded Jack (but not that gross fake beard of his druggie days -- think of this more as the beard of the autumn of Jack's discontent) sitting in his room, and grumpily asking what he's doing there. Locke wonders how Jack found him, so Jack explains that Locke was in a car accident and was brought to his hospital. I usually like Jack, but I want to punch him right now. Who's with me? Locke gives him the we-have-to-go-back speech, and Jack's all: yeah, uh huh, right. Not gonna happen. When John says they're supposed to go back, Jack interrupts him with the rest of the spiel. "...Because it's our destiny. How many times are you gonna say that to me, John?" Hey wait a minute, how many times has he said it to him, prior to now? Locke tries the fate angle to explain ending up at Jack's hospital. Jack counters with the probability angle. Man of science, man of faith, why can't we all get along? Locke starts to tell Jack that someone tried to kill him because they don't want him to succeed, or to go back, because he's just that important. Jack puts his head in his hands, then looks back up at John. "Have you ever stopped to think that these delusions that you're special aren't real? That maybe there's nothing important about you at all? Maybe you are just a lonely old man that crashed on an island. That's it." He shakes his head as his rises from Locke's bedside. "Goodbye, John."