218 - Dave (A Hurley Episode)


Major Plotpoints

-- Hurley has a stash of Dharma food. He shows it to Libby, who tells him that he can change, if he wants to. Together, they destroy the food, but just as they finish, they find the pallet full of food.
-- While at the pallet, Hurley sees a man in a bathrobe and follows him. The man drops a slipper, which Hurley takes as a sign that the man is actually there and not a hallucination.
-- Hurley was in Santa Rosa because he walked out onto a pier that collapsed and killed several people. Hurley blamed it on his weight, although the amount of people on the pier was what really caused the collapse. In the hospital, Hurley had one friend, whose name was Dave (the man from the jungle), and who, according to Hurley’s doctor, didn’t want Hurley to change. Later, Hurley’s doctor showed Hurley a picture he had taken of him and Dave—except that Dave wasn’t in the photo, because he was an imaginary friend. After this, Hurley let Dave go and shortly afterwards got out of the hospital.
-- While Jack is checking out Locke’s injured leg, Locke tells him that Henry could have escaped, instead of helping Locke. Jack scoffs at this and tells him it’s because he thought his story would check out.
-- Sayid tries to question Henry in the armory. Henry says that he found the real Henry Gale dead already, but changes his story when Sayid shows him a letter real!Henry had written. Sayid tries to get more answer from “Henry,” and when he doesn’t, he pulls out a gun. Ana grabs the gun as Sayid shoots, causing the bullet to miss “Henry” completely.
-- Charlie gives Eko the pallet in order to help him build whatever it is he’s building. Eko later tells him it’s a church and the two of them start building it together.
-- While in the jungle, Hurley spots Dave again and tries to run after him, but he disappears before Hurley can find him. Hurley later meets up with Dave again and, this time, they talk. Dave tells him that he never left Santa Rosa—that the night he “realized” Dave was imaginary, something happened and Hurley went into a little coma thing. Hurley tries to counter Dave, but Dave is persistent that nothing is real. He tells Hurley that the only way to wake up and make it end is to jump off a cliff into the ocean. Hurley is reluctant, but after Dave jumps off the cliff, Hurley looks like he might actually follow through. Libby finds him just before and makes him realize that everything really is real and not something going on in Hurley’s head. They kiss.
-- Locke asks Henry if he pushed the button and Henry tells him that he never did, but nothing happened. Locke gets angry and calls Henry a liar, but Henry tells him that’s he done lying.
-- The episode ends with a replay of a scene from Santa Rosa, this time from a different angle and with no Dave in sight. A woman with a glazed look and scraggly brown hair watches Hurley at her own table at Santa Rosa and the camera pans around, revealing that the woman is Libby.


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Hurley and Libby are jogging on the beach, although Libby looks relaxed and Hurley looks like he’s going to have a heart attack at any moment. Libby asks him if it’s nice; he kind of prefers breathing. Come on, he’s going great. Exercise is addictive. Wow, he can see why. He stops and puts his hands on his knees, breathing heavy. He needs to drop a few pounds, he says. Libby tells him not to be so hard on himself. It’s not going to happen overnight. Some people’s metabolisms are a little slower than others. It’s not his metabolism, he says. He’s sick. What? What’s wrong? Nevermind. He starts to leave. He can trust Libby. Okay, but it’s bad.

Hurley uncovers his stash of Dharma food. When they first crashed there, he tells Libby, he was like, “Well, this isn’t so bad—it’s, like, the all mango diet.” He wasn’t turning any heads or anything, but he dropped a couple of notches in his belt. Then they found the hatch and it’s full of food—tons of food. He tried to give it all away, but he just kept some for himself. He wishes he could just get rid of it. Then get rid of it, Libby says simply. She takes a jar of ranch dressing and offers it to him. He wants to change—then change. He takes the dressing, opens the lid, and dumps it all over the ground. The two of them throw the rest of the food all over the jungle, laughing and being cute. When they’re done, Libby asks him how he feels—he feels free. They hug and have an intimate moment, but it’s cut short when Jin and Sun, among others, come running out of the jungle. They found something—come on! Hurley and Libby follow and find several people at the Dharma food in the jungle. No, Hurley whispers. Libby asks Charlie where it came from. Locke said some kind of blast doors trapped him in the hatch last night, Charlie explains. Maybe it was because of the food—so no one would see who dropped it. Anybody see a plane last night? Yeah, says Sawyer, he saw it, he just decided not to tell anybody. A couple of people start arguing over the food, about who gets what and the like. Hurley watches the scene in horror. Sawyer tells the two men to take it easy—they’re like locusts. How about a little order? Shouldn’t let they someone a little more trustworthy? Like him, babynapper? No, like Hurley. Hurley did it last time, he can do it again. No. No way! Not him, no. Not again. No! Okay, hey, Libby says. How about nobody’s in charge? Everybody can manage to take care of what they need. Great plan, Moonbeam. After that they can all sing Kumbaya and do ‘trust falls.’ Everybody starts talking amongst themselves and trading food and whatnot. Whilst they’re doing that, Hurley notices a man in a bathrobe and he follows him while Libby looks after him, confused. The man walks off and Hurley runs after him. He takes a trip over a stick in the jungle and when he looks up, he finds a slipper. Uh-oh.

Hurley sits on the beach holding the slipper when Libby comes over to him. She asks what he’s doing and he tells her he’s doing nothing. He nonchalantly hides the slipper behind his back. Who was he looking for out there? No one. When he ran off, it sort of looked like he was looking for someone. She tried to find him. He kind of—doesn’t want to talk about it. Okay. So, pretty weird, huh? The island won’t let him lose weight—he destroys his stash, then—bam! More food falls from the sky. How about that? She’s proud of him. Proud of him? For what? For not freaking out.

FLASHBACK. Hurley sits wearing a bathrobe in a doctor’s office. Dr. Brooks asks him how the diet’s coing. Okay. He had a salad and some chicken breast for lunch. That’s great. It gets easier, he promises. So he heard he had a visit with his mom—how did that go? It was good. He’s not still mad at her then? Nah. He knows she put him in there for a reason. What reason was that? The accident. He want to talk about that today? Do they have to? He’s been in there almost two months. Doesn’t he think it’s time they started getting their hands dirty? Hurley says nothing. Okay, why don’t they talk about that little assignment he gave him. He was never really good at homework, he says. He remembers what he was supposed to do—make a list of things he likes about himself? Nobody else did it. Nobody else, meaning...? Well, Dave didn’t do it. He said it was a stupid idea. Well, he’s not Dave’s doctor, but they have talked about how he can be a very negative influence. Dave’s the most normal person in there, man. But he doesn’t want him to change, does he?

Hurley goes into the gym where several other patients are attempting to play basketball. Dave, the man Hurley saw in the jungle, is in the middle of it all, yelling at the other people, commenting on their lack of actual ball playing. After he’s had enough of that, Dave reminds Hurley it’s taco night—time to go hit that pop stand! Hurley says nothing. What? Brooks said he’s, like, negative. Well, duh. So, what, does he not want to hang out with him anymore? He doesn’t know, it’s just—is that quack getting inside his head? Do not let him. He’s got more important things to think about. Like what? Like hard or soft shell—chicken or shrimp—sour cream or hot sauce. Yes, guess he could eat. Yeah, he thought so—noche de tacos, amigo.

Locke is in the bunk bed, wiggling his toes. Jack is checking him out. Good, he says. Can he do the other one? He wiggles the toes on his right foot with some difficulty. Jack looks at the wound. Is it broken? Without an x-ray, they’ll just have to go with his best guess. Locke winces when Jack touches his wound. Kate enters and asks how he’s holding up; depends on Jack’s best guess. Jack wraps Locke’s leg in some gauze and tells him it’s a small fracture—probably hairline. The gauze will keep the swelling down until he can get a splint on it. How long ‘til he can walk on it? He’s going to have to keep off of it for a couple of weeks. There’s a wheelchair back at camp—he doesn’t need a wheelchair! They took a pair of crutches from the fuselage when they moved down the beach, Kate tells him. Locke nods. Okay, she’ll be back in a while. He could have escaped, Locke says once she’s gone. Huh? Henry—during the lockdown—he could have escaped. But he came back to help him—why would he do that? He didn’t come back to help him, Jack says. He came back because he thought his story would check out.

Sayid is in the armory, questioning a tied up ‘Henry.’ Henry tells him that the real Henry was dead when he found him. Ana enters and he glances at her before continuing. Four months ago, he was part of the search party. Henry Gale was hanging out of the basket—neck broken. Ana looks ready to say something, but Sayid motions for her not to speak. So he was already dead? Yes. And he buried him and left a grave marker? Yes. Sayid pulls a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket. He really should have checked his wallet before he did that, he says. He assumes Henry Gale did not have any paper to compose his thoughts, so he had to improvise. There wasn’t much space from that. He reads from the bill: “Jennifer, well you were right. Crossing the Pacific isn't easy. I owe you a beer. I'm hiking to one of the beaches to start a signal fire. If you're reading this I guess I didn't make it. I'm sorry. I love you, Jenny. Always have; always will. Yours, Henry.” So, tell him, how did Henry Gale write a letter to his wife with a broken neck? Henry starts to panic. It wasn’t him. He didn’t kill him. Sayid doesn’t understand. He asks him how he knew his wife’s name. Did he interrogate him? Please, just listen. He’s just a—how many of Them are there? If he told him about Them—he has no idea what he’ll do. He? Ana speaks up at that point. He means Their leader—the guy with the beard. Him? He’s no one. Nothing. Where are his people? He can’t—how many of Them are there? He doesn’t understand. Sayid pulls out a gun and points it at Henry. Understand this. He has three seconds to answer his question. How many of Them are there? One—he’ll kill him! Sayid will kill him. Two—Sayid! He can’t do this! Henry is not a bad person! Three. Ana pushes Sayid just as he pulls the trigger, causing the bullet to miss Henry. What the hell is wrong with him?

From the bunk bed, Locke asks what happened—he heard a gunshot. Jack goes into the armory and asks what happened. Sayid yells out that Henry’s a liar. Ana tells Jack it’s fine. Just get Sayid out of there. They leave and hear Locke calling Jack’s name frantically. He tells him he’s got it covered and Locke hits the top bunk in frustration. Inside the armory, Henry thanks Ana. Shut up. She locks him in the armory.

On the beach, Eko is sawing some wood. Charlie enters, dragging the pallet from the supply drop behind him. He tells Eko he noticed him building something. He thought maybe he could use the pallet—for whatever it is. That’s very thoughtful of him, Eko says. Why doesn’t he help him? What is he making? He nods at the log in his hands. Hold that end. Is it a Starbucks? Help him carry one of those logs, please. Is he going to tell him what it is? Not right now.

Hurley walks through the jungle carrying the slipper. He spots a box of the Dharma version of Goldfish on the ground. He hesitates before opening it and shoving them in his mouth. He looks up and sees Dave standing in the jungle in his pajamas and a bathrobe. He’s not there, Hurley says. Dave, smiling, picks up a coconut and throws it at Hurley, hitting him in the stomach and causing him to spit out the crackers. Dave picks up another coconut and looks like he’s going to throw it, but he turns and runs. Hurley follows him, calling out, but Dave just continues running. He loses sight of him and finally comes out on the beach in front of Eko and Charlie. Charlie asks him if he’s okay. Did either of them see a
guy run through there—in a bathrobe, with a coconut? No, but he saw a polar bear on roller blades with a mango. Eko tells him he didn’t see anything. He starts to leave. Yeah. Him either.

FLASHBACK. Hurley is attempting to play Connect Four with Lenny, but Lenny is merely repeating the numbers over and over again. Dave makes a comment about how Lenny’s just playing dumb by repeating the numbers. Hurley takes a bite out of some celery and tells him they’re just numbers. Dave notices Hurley’s choice of snack. What the hell is that? It’s his mid-afternoon snack. Dude, that’s celery. Celery’s not a snack. Lenny’s got some graham crackers, man. He could snag one. Lenny won’t notice. What’s he gonna do—call him a 23? They laugh and Hurley grabs a cracker from Lenny’s plate. A nurse comes over and gives Hurley his meds. He starts to swallow them, but Dave stops him. He want to get out of there with him? Don’t take the horse tranquilizer. What does he mean, get out of there? He means escape, man. Dave and Hurley. ASAP. They’re getting to him, dude. They’ve got to split. Dr. Brooks says—Brooks does not care about him. He’s the one prescribing that crap. What the hell is it, anyway? Clonazepam. Dr. Brooks comes up to them and asks if there’s something wrong with his meds. No, him and Dave were just talking about stuff. Right, well, sorry to interrupt. Hello there, Dave. Hello there, Dr. Brooks. How is he today? Never been saner. He’s been taking some pictures for the bulletin board. He’s got everyone except those two. Would they mind? Okay. Hurley scoots over next to Dave. Why don’t they get a little bit closer? He gonna make them look at the ducky, too? Brooks ignores Dave and Hurley puts his arm around his friend. He takes the picture and asks Hurley if he needs some water with his pills. Nope, he’s good. Hurley drops the cup of pills into his mouth and Brooks walks off. Hurley turns to Dave and sticks his tongue out, revealing that he didn’t swallow the pills. Dude! Dude. The revolution has begun, man. Lay low—when the time is right, they fly.

Sawyer sits outside his tent, attempting to open a Dharma Oreo without breaking the cookie, but it breaks every time. Hurley tells him he has to twist it to get the frosting. Pulling it will only break the cookie. Well, that’s what he gets for not going to the expert in the first can. What can he do him for, Deepdish? He’s kind of looking for something. Forget it; he’s done trading. He’s got enough food now to open a chain of mini-marts. Hey, he think Sayid needs a job? Well, actually, he was sort of hoping he’d do him a favor. Remember when he helped him out with that tree frog—that he killed? Yeah, he remembers. He sort of—needs some medicine. What does he need? It’s called Clonazepam. Clonaza—what? What the hell’s that? So you can calm down. Or for when you’re seeing things that aren’t supposed to be there. What stuff’s he seeing? He doesn’t know, maybe a bald guy in a bathrobe? He mean like that guy there? Hurley turns, but Dave isn’t there. Sawyer laughs. Gotcha. Hurley suddenly gets angry and tackles Sawyer into his tent. Sawyer struggles to pull himself away, but he can’t. They wind up underneath the tarp with Hurley beating the crap out of Sawyer (while saying all of the nicknames he’s ever given him) and Sawyer trying to crawl away. Jin and Sun comes out of there tent after hearing the commotion and chuckle before Sun makes Jin go help. He pulls Hurley off of Sawyer. What the hell’s the matter with him? He’s crazy! Hurley stands. He is not crazy.

Kate stands outisde Sawyer’s shamble of a tent, holding the crutches. It’s obvious she’s amused. So, he just attacked him, huh? Sawyer tells her to try to contain herself. What? She’s worried. He looks like he got his ass kicked. Don’t she got an adventure to get to? He thinks Timmy fell down a well over that way. Seriously though, why would Hurley of all people—he’s got no idea. He didn’t do anything. He just Hulk-ed out on him. For no reason at all? Okay, she can walk off and have herself a nice long giggle. But steer clear—that man is crazy.

Hurley stuffs things in a backpack at his tent on the beach. Libby comes up to him and asks him what happened with Sawyer. He doesn’t want to talk about it. So, he beat him up? Guess she knows what happened then. She’s on his side, whatever he tells her—he doesn’t want to talk, okay! He stuffs a large jar of peanut butter into his pack. Libby stares. What? That’s a lot of peanut butter. Well, he’s going to need a lot of protein where he’s going. Where is he going? Back to the caves. No one lives there anymore, so he won’t bother anybody. He’s just going to live alone and be one of those guys—you know, the crazy guys—with a big beard and no clothes who’s naked and throws doodie at people. He doesn’t have to do this. Just leave him alone. She can’t help him. No one can. He leaves and starts walking through the jungle. Suddenly, his pack rips and the peanut butter jar breaks open on the ground. He uses a leaf to scoop some up to clean it, then breaks down and licks it off. He hears footsteps and sees Dave’s feet, minus one slipper. He’s not there, Hurley says. He was in the hospital. He can’t be there. Sorry, dude, Dave says. He is there.

FLASHBACK. Hurley’s once again in Brooks’ office, reading from a list. He likes that he has a good relationship with his mom. He likes making his grandpa Tito laugh. He likes chicken. Well, that last one wasn’t about him. He likes that he likes chicken? So, tell him, how did it feel writing that? Was that difficult? Kind of—he thinks he messed up some spelling. He notices that he didn’t say anything about the way he looks. Is he comfortable with his appearance? It’s not like—he means, he can’t really do anything about it, right? Brooks just stares. If he, uh—if he w—if he wasn’t so fat, they never would have died. There were 23 people on that deck, Hugo. It was built to hold eight. And it would have collapsed whether he went out there or not. Yeah, but he did walk out there. And it did collapse. He killed them. It was an accident. That was his fault. After those people died, he was in a practically catatonic state. He stopped talking, he stopped going out, he stopped sleeping. But he never stopped eating because that’s how he punishes himself. Dave’s right about him. He’s nothing but a quack. Dave doesn’t want him to lose weight, does he? Dave cares about him. He’s his friend. Let him show him something. Brooke pulls the Polaroid out of Hurley’s file. It may upset him, he says. It’s the photo he took for the bulletin board. Hurley looks at the picture in shock. Dave isn’t his friend, because Dave doesn’t exist. In the photograph, Hurley is next to an empty chair with his arm around the air.

Hurley wakes up in his bed to find Dave at his bedside, trying to wake him. He tells Hurley he could sleep through a Nascar race. Wait, he’s not—he’s a hallucination. Dave slaps him. Ow. Was that a hallucination? Maybe he just imagined he slapped him...? Dave slaps him again. Ow! Damn it. They can that all night, Dave says. Brooks showed him a picture from the rec. room. His arm was around, like, nothingness. Uh, Kinko’s, Photoshop? What, he think they really blew up the Death Star? No. Then stop talking crazy, man. They’re on a clock. Dave starts to leave, but Hurley doesn’t follow him. Hey, is he in or out? Hurley finally follows him down the hall. They see a plate of food on a cart. Hey, check it out, Marcus didn’t finish his lasagna! That is a waste, man. One for the road? Hurley picks up the plate and starts eating. They stop at an area where they can see a guard below them. Shh, says Dave. Wait for it—wait. The guard leaves right on time and they continue on. They head into the rec. room and go to the window—it’s padlocked. Okay, Dave says. Hurley’s got the keys—he took them off of Brooks’ desk earlier. Hurley, surprised, pulls them out of his pocket. He unlocks and opens the window with the urging of Dave. Oh, oh, oh—can he taste that? That is freedom, baby. Know what tastes even better than freedom? Cheeseburgers. Dave jumps out of the window. Come on, man—chili fries on him. Hurley doesn’t think he can do it. He’s sorry. Sorry? What, is he kidding him? Dave’s not real. He’s just trying to get him to run away and get cheeseburgers because he wants cheeseburgers. Did he take those pills? No, man. He’s just not coming. Look, he doesn’t want him to get better. He doesn’t want him to change. He doesn’t need to change! He is fine. He’s great. No, he’s not. He just wants him to stay fat. He doesn’t want him to get better. He wouldn’t care if he ate himself to death. Do not do this, Hurley. If he doesn’t come with him, he will never get out. Hurley closes the window. Bye, Dave.

On the island, Hurley sits with his eyes closed. He opens them and sees Dave. He closes them again, but Dave is still there when he reopens them. He wouldn’t happen to have his slipper, would he? Hurley hands him the slipper. Thanks. Oh man, he got some peanut butter on it. Okay, look, he knows Hurley’s freaking out right now, and he’s, he’s sorry. But it’s going to get a little worse before it gets better. Worse? Yeah, kind of. Ready, dude? Hurley nods. Remember that night when he closed the window on Dave? Hurley nods again. Remember what he did after that night? Yeah, he realized Dave was imaginary. Mmmhmm. And that was a breakthrough. And a little while later, Brooks let him out, and he went home to live with his mom, and he got his job at Mr. Clucks back. And he got better. Okay, good, great, yeah—except, see, here’s the thing—none of that ever happened. What? He’s still at Santa Rosa. He never left the hospital. That’s not possible. It’s hard, he knows, but—all this? Dave, Hurley, the island, the peanut butter—none of it’s real, man. None of it’s happening. It’s all in his head. The second he closed that window, his brain popped a gasket. He went back into his little coma thing. That’s where he is right this very second. In his own private Idaho, inside Santa Rosa. No. He had his mom, his friend Johnny—he won the lottery! Woah, wow, awesome, dude! What numbers did he play? Lenny’s numbers, right—from the hospital? What a coincidence. Seen them around anywhere else? The hatch? Bingo! The hatch—the button that he’s for to push every 108 minutes or the world ends. Oh, oh, oh, and what’s the code for the button? Oh yeah, the numbers. But he got better. He changed. Changed? What, is he kidding him? Take a look at himself. He’s been on a deserted island for over two months and he hasn’t dropped ten pounds. How is that even possible, man? He just destroyed his hatch and he’s been exercising. Libby says it won’t happen over night. Oh, right, right, right, Libby—the mega cute blonde chick who magically appeared from the other side of the island. Oh, oh, oh, yeah—and who just happens to have the hots for Hurley. Come on, man. Time to talk a walk.

Hurley and Dave walk through the jungle. So it’s all just in his brain? Every rock, every tree, Dave nods. Every tree frog. Even Dave. The real Dave—the one they told him was imaginary? He went out the window, man. Right now he’s probably bouncing from hot chick to hot chick, unlike him, who’s really Hurley, who’s got more important things to do. So he’s making him up? Well, sort of. He’s a part of his subconscious. All of the people on the island are. What part of him is Dave? He’s the part of him that wants to wake up. Follow him. They arrive at a huge cliff above the ocean. This is it, Dave says. It? The big finale. The answer to all his problems. A way for him to wake up—snap out of it. He doesn’t want to kill himself. Who said anything about killing himself? This is going to bring him back to life. The only way for him to bust out is to tell his mind that he doesn’t believe any of it. So, if he—all of it will be gone? He’ll just wake up? That’s right. And when he does wake up, come find Dave. He’s sure he misses Hurley. See him in another life. He lets himself fall backwards over the cliff, laughing all the way to the ocean.

Locke approaches Ana in the hatch and asks if Jack is back yet. Nope. He’s telling everyone at the beach they’ve got one of Them. Something tells her people have a lot of questions about their houseguest. Locke wants to talk to him. She doesn’t think that’s on today’s program. Well, all due respect, Ana-Lucia, but he doesn’t care what she thinks. Ana just stares at him. Five minutes. He earned five minutes with him. Ana opens the door and lets Locke inside. He asks fake!Henry what is name is—his real name. Why doesn’t he just keep calling him Henry? He’s gotten used to it. Did he get caught on purpose? Him and his people have been here for God knows how long, and he got caught in a net—God doesn’t know. What? God doesn’t know how long They’ve been there, John. He can’t see the island any better than the rest of the world can. May he ask him a question? What possible reason could he have for putting himself through all this? Maybe his people were looking for this place. This place? This place is a joke, John. What is he talking about? He crawled through his vents and he stood at his computer as the alarm beeped. Know what happened? The timer went all the way down to zero and then some funny red pictures flipped up in its place. They looked like hieroglyphics, but he’s no expert. And then things got real interesting. There was a loud chunking and a hum like a magnet—a big magnet. It was really very frightening. Know what happened next? Nothing happened, John. Nothing happened at all. His timer just flipped back to 108. He never entered the numbers. He never pressed the button. Locke stare at him. He’s lying. No. He’s done lying.

Hurley stares down into the surf and calls for Dave. From behind him, Libby asks who Dave is. He asks her what she’s doing there—what is he doing there? How’d she know where he was? Jin saw him while he was fishing. Hah! Jin doesn’t speak English. Sun was with him. She translated, Hurley. What’s going on? No! She’s just a part of him that’s scared! She doesn’t want him to wake up. Well, guess what? He’s not scared. Hurley takes a couple of steps backwards toward the edge of the cliff. Okay, okay, Hurley. He’s having some sort of panic attack. She gets that. But this isn’t like him. Like him? She doesn’t know him. She was starting to. Yeah, well, did she know that he’s so far that he killed two people? And that he has an imaginary friend? Hurley, please. He’s going to hurt himself. No, he’s not, because it isn’t happening. None of it. He’s just imagining it. This isn’t real life. Why would he say that? Because in real life, no girl like Libby would ever like him. Remember when he said he knew her from somewhere? Well, maybe it’s because he made her up. Libby takes a few steps closer to him. What was the man’s name who broke his leg? Hurley is silent. The day of the crash on the other side of the island, Eko brought a man with a broken leg to her for help. What was his name? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know. Know why? Because it happened to her. His name was Donald and she buried him. She buried a lot of people, Hurley. So don’t tell her that that wasn’t real. And don’t tell her he made her up. It’s insulting. When she saw him on the beach, was he holding a slipper? Not that she can remember, no. She holds his face in her hands. Look at her. She is real. He is real. The way she feels about him—that’s real. She kisses him. And that was real. Hurley remains silent for a moment. Maybe she should do it one more time just to be sure. Libby laughs. Ready to go back? They start walking. Does she really think he can change? Yeah. She does.

FLASHBACK. The scenes of Brooks taking Hurley’s picture replays, but this time from a different angle—and no Dave visible in the shot. A woman with a glazed look and scraggly brown hair is watching the moment from her own table at Santa Rosa. A nurse comes up and hands her a cup. Here’s your pill, Libby.