So you know how you kind of figured that Michael was captured by the Others and made a deal with them to free Henry in exchange for Walt? Well, we spend the bulk of this episode "learning" that Michael was captured by the Others and made a deal with them to free Henry in exchange for Walt. We're introduced to Miss Klugh, in the Others' camp of tents and huts, who asks Michael all kinds of questions about Walt, like when he started talking, if he was ever ill as a child, where in the world is Carmen Sandiego. The "three minutes" referred to in the title is the three minutes Michael is given to talk to Walt, which is so we don't get a good long look at how old Walt has gotten. Seriously, he's got like a Craphole U Frosh Week 2006 T-shirt on. His hairline has started to recede. Walt's kind of freaked out and wants his dad to rescue him, and Miss Klugh instructs Michael to free Henry, and then bring Kate, Hurley, Sawyer, and Jack back to the Others' village. Michael does this by claiming he has a plan to take the Others, but it's not suspicious to anyone that Michael's A-Team is only those four people, and not ACTUAL SOLDIER SAYID.
Fortunately, Sayid still has a brain, and tells Jack he thinks Michael is "compromised." Jack wants to know how Sayid knows this, and Sayid does not say, "Because I am not stupid," but he wants to figure out a plan.
Meanwhile, Locke takes off his leg splint, Eko gives up building the church, and Charlie throws away the heroin, so let's hope nobody needs any pain relief any time soon. Hurley cries at the funeral for Libby. As for Ana-Lucia, she's remembered thusly: "R.I.P., Ana-Lucia," an excerpt from Jack's Worst Eulogy Ever, and "I screwed her," courtesy of all-class, all-the-time Sawyer. Thank God he didn't say that at the funeral.
Michael briefly looks remorseful, and then goes racing into the computer room, where he starts hammering on the keyboard. The cursor doesn't even respond for a second, and when the screen finally displays what Michael types, it's all gibberish, like "asajsskadfjklsdjfl," like in his distress he can't lift his fingers from the home keys, so I hope he's gotten used to communicating with Walt using only those letters. "Dad sad; has flak; a salad." D'oh! He deletes all that, and types, "You okay?" Fool! "OK" would save valuable Walt-rescuing time. Seconds go by, with no response. Michael looks crushed. Then: "ok. no time. come soon?" Look, Walt. That's not how we do things at TWoP. Proper capitalization, dude. I don't care that you've been "kidnapped by the Others" or whatever the fuck, I'm bumping up your warning level. Michael types that he's coming NOW, and also, "You said north?" like AS IF Walt knows from directions. Michael types "north WHERE?" because probably by this time Walt has also worked out latitude and longitude. There's a long wait, and then, on the screen, "when they take me out, there's huge rocks with a big HOLE in the middle by the beach. you'll know when you see it." Michael types, "It's gonna be okay. I'm coming, Walt." And he says out loud, "I'm coming, Walt," as he types it, too.
Then we hear Jack call Locke's name from somewhere else in the bunker, and Michael grabs the gun and goes and shoves it in Jack's face as Jack finds the unconscious Locke in the armory, and yells about going after his son, which is "a father's right," and we skip the bit about Michael threatening to shoot the computer, and Michael slams the door of the armory.