Seems to me that, if you like to drink, you have better than even odds of running into Jack's dad any given time you enter a bar. Or maybe it's Jack's dad who runs into Ana-Lucia. Either way, the two meet up in an airport bar, because Ana-Lucia quits her cop job after Capt. Foxy Mama confronts her about the guy she knows -- but can't prove -- Ana-Lucia shot. Heâ¦hires her? To provide personal security for him in Sydney? And it makes no sense? But that's what happens. He spends a lot of time drinking, and then shows up at some woman's house, demanding to see his daughter, but that doesn't happen, and we get no more details of this alleged daughter. Which of the female characters is from Australia? Hmmmmm.
Henry attacks Ana-Lucia while she's still trying to play Good Cop with him, and she's saved by John's crutch. Henry confides to Locke that when he was caught up in Rousseau's trap, he was on his way to see Locke, because apparently Locke is one of the "good ones." You're a credit to your hatch, Locke. Later, Ana-Lucia wants a gun, and she's distracted by Sawyer's crotch. For a con man, Sawyer sure is gullible, as the whole rumble in the jungle with Ana seems to be for the purpose of getting his gun, which he NEVER EVEN REALIZES IS GONE until much, much later. Ana-Lucia wants the gun so she can confront Henry like she confronted the guy who shot her, because that turned out so well for her.
Meanwhile, Michael wakes up eventually after Jack and Kate bring him back to camp. He tells them that he found the Others' camp, and they live like animals, and there are only 22 of them, and most of them are old, and/or women, and possibly blind or even amputees that consist of nothing but torsos and heads, which means that the Lostaways can easily take them. Jack and Locke are initially curious about the circumstances of Michael's reappearance. Not that they end up doing anything about it.
And while Jack and Kate are out trying to convince Sawyer to give them the guns (and hey, shouldn't Jack be mobilizing a battalion or two from his alleged army?), Ana-Lucia decides to shoot Henry (while apparently trying to make it look like he was trying to escape). But she can't go through with it, because she's a big baby who has decided that shooting an unarmed man to death is never the answer, or at least not the answer more than once. Michael "They Took My Boy!" Dawson offers to do it for her, so she gives him the gun. Looks like this is the last mistake she'll make, because an apologetic Michael pops her in the gut. And he's surprised by Libby, looking for some wine for her date with Hurley, and he blows her away too, although that seemed less intentional. We don't have confirmed deaths on these two yet, butâ¦do you really think Disney wants a couple of drunk drivers on the payroll? Michael opens the door to the armoury, and pulls out the gun, only to shoot himself, most likely in the arm, although I think they cut it off quickly so we're supposed to think he killed himself, like NICE TRY, Lost.
Fifty-eight minutes of setup, two minutes of edge-of-your-seat. The upside is that the setup was more interesting than normal this time out, and the last two minutes really kind of ruled. The shooter has become the shootee. With deadly results!
Ana-Lucia's in the Dharma station kitchen, preparing some dinner or some such. She glances at the armoury door, thinking, Will we ever see more than a couple of minutes' of plot advancement in an episode?
We flashback to Officer Ana-Lucia and her partner pulling in to the police station. Her partner says toodle-oo, and apparently Ana-Lucia's mom, Capt. Foxy, has been skulking around the parking lot waiting for her, because she's all of a sudden just right there. She demands to know what Ana did last night. Ana: "Here is my vague, completely unsubstantiatable generic alibi, and you'd think as a cop I'd be smart enough to at least check the TV guide so I could identify a television show I allegedly watched last night." Capt. Foxy wants to go for a ride. And when your commanding officer is also your mom, you really don't get to say no.
Are they going to a little bistro to have mojitos and reconnect as mother and daughter? Is it to a movie like the The Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the Travelling Fried Green Tomatoes? Is it for a long walk in the park while Ana-Lucia tells her mom about the man in her life?
Well, close. At the morgue, Capt. Foxy pulls the sheet back from the guy Ana-Lucia aerated; he was found in the parking lot that morning, the gun nearby, registration number filed off, no prints. "Any idea who did it?" asks Ana, about as convincing as a six-year-old with chocolate on his face claiming he didn't sneak any Chips Ahoy. Her mom says Ana did it. I so want to be interrogated by Capt. Foxy. I'd fold so fast… "Guess I should get a lawyer," mutters Ana, and her mom is all, "I can help you!" And also, "You're an officer of the law!" Well, sure. In Los Angeles. So Ana quits, handing her badge over to her mother. This is a bad thing, her quitting? She's a vigilante!
Back to the Dharma hatch: Ana opens the door to the armoury. She sees Henry hasn't eaten the bowl of fruit in front of him. She asks how long he's going to keep up with the hunger strike. I believe Eddie Vedder said it best: "I'm going hun-gray…" Or maybe it was Chris Cornell: "Goin' hungreeee-EEEEE-eeee." Ana asks if she ever told him she was a cop. Only about eight billion times, Ana. She says she's been around a lot of killers in her life. "Know what surprises me most about 'em?" she asks. Henry doesn't answer. But that's her point. "They love to talk." But Henry's different. Quiet.
He mutters something, and she doesn't catch it, so like an idiot, she leans in real close and says that if he's going to say something, he'll have to speak up. Or punch her right in la bonza, which he does, and manages, despite having tied hands, to grab her around the neck. "You killed two of us. Good people who were leaving you alone," he says, throwing her against a wall. "You're the killer, Ana-Lucia," he snarls. So she did tell him about her time as a cop. Henry manages to get on top of her, still choking her, until he's conked over the head by Locke's crutch. Henry collapses, and Ana-Lucia scrambles to a sitting position, catches her breath. "I guess he decided to start talking, huh," he says wryly.