LOCKE: I'm going to go ahead and assume that you're asking me because you're worried that I might fall off a cliff or something -- that it would be irresponsible for just one of us to have access to this room -- rather than this being an issue of trust.

JACK: Well, there are a lot of cliffs on this island, John.

LOCKE: Alright, but I think we should agree, Jack, that if either of us need to open this door, we consult each other first.

JACK: Absolutely.

CHARLIE: Shouldn't you be more worried about Jack ransacking your tent right now?

SAWYER: It's worth a look. Let me ask you something -- this whole scenario make sense to you?

KATE: What do you mean?

SAWYER: Think about it. First off, how'd she get away? The woman doesn't weigh 100 pounds soaking wet.

KATE: She was fighting for her life. People are capable of almost anything...

SAWYER: You couldn't get away. You versus Sun -- hot oil death match -- my money's on you, Sheena.

KATE: Thanks for your vote of confidence.

SAWYER: No it's not. This one's black, different weave. It's all in the details -- and they're wrong.

KATE: Well, if it wasn't them, then who? What are you saying, one of us did it? Who the hell would want to go after Sun?

SAWYER: Not much upside to scaring the crap out of 46 people -- unless you're trying to con them into joining an army.

JACK: Well, if it wasn't them then who was it?

KATE: Like I said, how well do you know Ana-Lucia?

SAWYER: You want to do a big what?

CASSIDY: A big con.

SAWYER: It's called a long con.

CASSIDY: Okay, a long con. How does it work?

SAWYER: It works by getting someone to ask you to do something like it's their idea, but it's not their idea, it's your idea.

LOCKE: I'm alphabetizing.

SAWYER: Oh, sure. Sun gets attacked in the jungle and you figure it's a good time to start the damn Dewey decimal system. Good thinking.

LOCKE: How can I help you, James?

SAWYER: Well, actually, John, I'm here to help you -- give you the heads-up.

LOCKE: Heads-up?

SAWYER: Seems Jack's on his way over here to open your little gun closet and take whatever he needs. You should know he's not alone. The whole camp's pretty shook up about what happened to Tokyo Rose. I'm guessing everybody's going to want to play Cowboys and Indians. And once those guns are out and about -- something tells me they ain't never going back in.

LOCKE: Why are you telling me this?

SAWYER: Because it'll piss off Jack. If I were you, I'd change that combination, pronto.

LOCKE: But that won't work. The door will just slow him down. If Jack wants to get in, he'll get in. Will you help me?

SAWYER: Help you what?

LOCKE: Move the guns.

SAWYER: Move them where? Fine, you don't want to trust me -- lots of luck.

LOCKE: But I can't leave the hatch unmanned.

SAWYER: Sure, you move the guns and I'll stay here and push your damn button for you.

LOCKE: How long 'til they get here?

SAWYER: Well, that ain't my problem, Hoss; it's yours.

LOCKE: An agreement that you were about to violate, Jack. Yes, I moved the guns.

JACK: Where? Where? Where, John?

LOCKE: Are you going to start handing them out? How many? Who gets them? How much time before there's an accident? Another accident. I made a mistake teaching Michael how to shoot and now he's -- he could be dead for all I know -- and that, that was my fault. I take responsibility for that and so, yes, I'm taking responsibility for the guns, too.

JACK: I want 2 guns, John.

LOCKE: I'm sorry, Jack. That's the way it's going to be, Jack.

JACK: 2 guns. Now tell me where they are, right now!

JACK: You gave him the guns?

LOCKE: No. I hid them.

SAWYER: That's right, Jack. He's as stupid as you are. You were so busy worrying about each other you never even saw me coming, did you? How about you listen up because I'm only going to say this once. You took my stuff. While I was off trying to get us help -- get us rescued -- you found my stash and you took it, divvied it up -- my shaving cream, my batteries, even my beer. And then something else happened, you decided these two boys here were going to tell you what to do and when to do it. Well, I'm done taking orders. And I don't want my stuff back. Shaving cream don't matter; batteries don't matter. The only that matters now are guns. And if you want one you're going to have to come to me to get it. Oh, you want to torture me, don't you? Show everybody how civilized you are. Go ahead, but I'll die before I give them back. And then you'll really be screwed, won't you? New sheriff in town, boys! You all best get used to it.

SAWYER: How'd I do what?

KATE: Locke said that he left you in the hatch when he went to hide the guns, and we both know you can't track worth a damn. So, how'd you get them?

SAWYER: A magician never tells his secrets.

KATE: You played us. You played me. All that stuff you said about Ana-Lucia -- you knew I'd go to Jack; and you knew I'd ask you to go to Locke.

SAWYER: Now, how in the world would I know all that?

KATE: Did you have anything to do with Sun?

SAWYER: What kind of person do you think I am?

KATE: What kind of a person do I think you are? I don't think this has anything to do with guns, or with getting your stash back. I think you want people to hate you.

SAWYER: Good thing you don't hate me, Freckles.

KATE: Why do you have to do this?

SAWYER: You run. I con. Tiger don't change their stripes.

CHARLIE: No, he was more worried about his sodding guns than being followed.

SAWYER: Figured you'd want your friends back.

CHARLIE: If I wanted them I would have taken them before I told you where they were. That's not why I did it.

SAWYER: It's not, huh?

CHARLIE: I wanted him to look like a fool -- to feel like a fool.

SAWYER: Well, well, it looks like Johnny Locke's got himself a nemesis.

CHARLIE: Sun can never find out what I did to her. Never.

SAWYER: Don't sweat it. I've got bigger things to worry about now.

CHARLIE: Sawyer, this idea -- all of this -- what we did -- what made you -- How does someone think of something like that?