LOCKE: I know what I told her, but that's not why we're going to Jacob.
BEN: Then why are we going to Jacob?
LOCKE: So I can kill him.
Ben stops dead in his tracks, as Locke and the Others march past him. The music swirls up and out and into the black. DUN! Bad Robot.
Okay, I usually have five days to write this recap. Thanks to my life, my immediate family, my dentist, my doctor, my extended family and the Mother's Day holiday, I have scattered hours, instead, so my speculation is going to be short and sweet. I think Jacob doesn't exist. Or, rather, at least I think Locke has set out to prove Jacob doesn't exist and that's what he means about killing Jacob. Yeah, I know we saw Locke visit the cabin and heard Jacob's plea for help, but I always thought that Jacob looked a little like Locke, anyhow. Someone probably has screen caps somewhere to prove me wrong. I have only the dimmest memory of photo analysis comparing Jacob's profile to Locke's, but I can't find it right now. So until it's proven otherwise, that's my spec and I'm sticking to it. I think that Desmond was largely right in L.A. and that this is a giant game. Locke's now got his head in that game, and he's decided that Jacob is but the opiate of the Craphole masses. The so-called leaders wave Jacob around like a big, scary monster (remember "God loves you like he loved Jacob" popping up when Ben was trying to break Karl's mind), whenever they need to convince their followers to do something ridiculous, deadly, or otherwise crazy. Locke intends to reveal the man behind the curtain, and just like in the Wizard of Oz, it's not going to be as big and scary as we expect. This week, we're in for a two-hour finale, so adjust your recording devices and pray my fingers hold out. I'll be back Thursday morning, with the recaplet. I only hope I'm not eating crow for breakfast, the next time we talk.
Cindy McLennan is an omnivore, but crow is not her thing. Please feel free to e-mail lobster, instead, at CynthiaMcLennan[at]gmail.com, or tweet it to her on Twitter.