The Swan Site; 1977: Everything that's ever even stood next to anything metal is now getting sucked into the hatch. We watch Jack struggle to regain consciousness as we hear Kate warn Sawyer to "Get off of there." Jack joins her and together, they try to pull Sawyer away from the hatch -- away from the place where he lost Juliet. They get him out in the nick of time before a thousand and one objects fall/get sucked in by the electro-magnetic energy. At the bottom of the hatch, poor Juliet isn't yet dead. She shakes and cries until she spies Jack's bomb which must have landed on the one soft spot down there that wasn't under water. Hacking and coughing Juliet turns herself over, grabs a rock and starts pounding on the Jughead's core. "Damn you. Come on!" One, two, three, four, five, six, seven times she bangs, crying all the while. "Come on, you son of a bitch." She bangs the eighth time and KABOOOOOOOM! Everything goes white. The title card is white too, and this time LOST is written in black. DUN! Bad robot!
I don't even know what to say. When we first saw the what's-in-the-box-box, I wondered if it could have carried Locke's casket, but I only gave about a second's thought to whether or not the Terry O'Quinn standing on the beach was live Locke or Memorex. He ate fruit and relished in the eating. In hindsight, I guess I should have seen it. His confidence wasn't the give-away, so much as the fact that after Ajira crashed on Hydra, Locke never once made a wrong move. And when he disappeared before Smokey appeared, I always figured that for a misdirect. Now, I'm not sure Esau is Smokey, but it seems far more likely, now -- mostly because it was Smokey-Alex's warning to Ben that made Esau-Locke's plan fall into place. I'm wondering about all Smokey's judgments -- of character like Eko, Ben, and even maybe Locke (which was maybe more of a a sucker-assessment). One of the translations of Satan is the accuser. He stands before God and prosecutes us, in a sense. I'm not saying Esau-Locke is Satan. Lost's pantheon is vast and I don't want to hem it in with my own theology, but still, I can't shake that thought.