Temple; Unholy of Unholies: Jack comes back for more one-on-one time with Yoko, who is sitting at his desk, spinning a baseball. Jack asks "What's that?" Yoko says, "It's baseball." Am I hallucinating? Whatever. They chuckle and Jack takes a seat and says, "You speak pretty good English for someone who needs a translator." Hey, I don't write his lines. Yoko says they both know he doesn't need a translator. He uses one because, "I have to remain separate from the people I'm in charge of. It makes it easier when they don't like the decisions I make for them." I read something interesting -- on the boards here, probably. It was a few days ago, so I'm undoubtedly adulterating it and possibly expanding upon it. With that disclaimer, I'll note that it's interesting to me that when Yoko is speaking to Hurley (whose family speaks Spanish), Yoko claims he doesn't like the way English tastes on his tongue. Now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure the original poster connected taste-to-eating-to-Hurley. I like my language connection, better. Anyhow, to Jack -- Yoko speaks of leadership. With Sayid, he talks of passing tests and uses torture. With Jack, he twirls a baseball and talks of diagnoses and medicine.

Jack asks, "Who are you?" Yoko says, "My name is Dogen." Bah. Jack wonders if he was born on Craphole. Yoko says he was brought there, "Like everyone else." Jack asks what "brought here" means. Yoko says, "You know exactly what I mean." He then asks Jack why he didn't give Sayid the pill. Jack has risen now; his back is to his captor-protector-tormentor: "Because I don't know what's in it." Yoko starts to blow smoke up Jack's ass about it eliminating the infection. Jack gets that, "But what's in it?" Yoko says he can't explain. There's not enough time. "He'll die." Jack points out that Sayid already died. Dogen says Jack will just have to trust him. Jack replies, "I don't trust myself. How am I supposed to trust you?" Whether it's meant to be, or not, to me, that's quite a redemptive moment for Jack, in my eyes. I'm proud of him and I can like him again, without being embarrassed about it. But wait, it gets better. Jack holds up the pill in front of him and tells Dogen, "Let's see where trust gets us." Then he licks his lips and swallows that mother down, dry. That's the little boy who got beat up sticking up for a friend -- before his father filled his head with defeatist garbage. That's the man who saved countless lives in the immediate aftermath of the crash. That's the Jack he ought to be. Dogen feels differently, though. He charges at Jack and hits him right in the gut. He then hits him on the back as well, knees him, and Heimlichs him until Jack coughs up the pill. Dogen retrieves it as Jack gasps for breath and asks, "Now...are you gonna tell me...what's in it?" Dogen sighs. "Poison." Okay, maybe he shouldn't be quite that headstrong, but dammit, it was good to see him with some stones, again. Commercial.