Episode Report Card Cindy McLennan: A+ | 964 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT The Island's Done With Who, Now?
By Cindy McLennan | Season 6 | Episode 14 | Aired on 2010.05.04
Sawyer yanks the wires. Everyone flinches. Sun gasps. The watch stops at 1:31. Jack tries to catch his breath as he stares at the stopped timer in disbelief. Sawyer looks. He looks again. It still reads 1:31. And then, it happens. It not only starts back up, through the magic of TV, it speeds up, as if to make up for lost time. 1:30, 1:29, 1:28, 1:27, 1:26, 1:25. Sawyer backs away, rocked by the weight of what he's done. Jack moves in. 1:12, 1:11, 1:10, 1:09, 1:08, 1:07, 1:06, 1:05. Sayid addresses him. "Listen carefully. There's a well on the main island half a mile south from the camp we just left. Desmond's inside it. Locke wants him dead, which means you're going to need him. Do you understand me?" Jack closes his eyes and shakes his head. "No. Why are you telling me this?" Sayid, all soulful eyes, says: "Because it's going to be you, Jack." And with that, Sayid scoops up the bomb and hi-tails it toward the other end of the craft. Hurley yells after him, but Sayid never looks back. He runs, runs, runs. Back to Essam. Back to Amira. Back to the Templars. Back to everything and everyone he's ever hurt. Yes. Back to...the chicken. And then...KABOOM.
Sidebar: Oh Sayid, I find myself happy at your death -- not because I wanted you to die. You've long been one of my favorites. No. I'm happy because you died a hero. I'm happy for your redemption. Rather than taking the lives of others to achieve your own ends, you sacrificed your life for the greater good. May you find 72 virgins waiting for you. Although dude? I'm pretty sure Shannon will not be one of them.
I'm sorry. That last sidebar was a total stall. I don't want to cover this last part. I want to block it out and pretend it never happened. It can be our new and improved tag line: What never happened never happened. No? Fine. Meanies.
The explosion rocks the sub and its occupants. It's taking on water fast. Inside the engine room, Frank stands. He exits the room and climbs down a level, I guess to where the Losties are. I need a map. (And tissues, wine, and cheesecake.) Water's pouring into the sub. There's a creak behind him. Frank turns to see a door buckling due to the water pressure. He squints at it. "Aww, Hell." The door flies off its hinges, knocks Frank down, and the water rushes in and over him (or, probably, his corpse). Oh Frank, I thought you'd stay around at least until the plane done got blown up. Are you dead? You didn't die on screen, but I didn't see you get off the sub. I'll miss you and your Burt Reynold's film extra ways. You totally should have called in drunk to work.