“Numbers” · Season 1, Episode 18
In this episode: Hurley Reyes (4), Charlie Pace (3), Hugo Reyes (2), Claire Littleton (1), Carmen Reyes (1)
Where are you taking me? You know very well I don't like suprises.
Oh, you're going to like this one, Ma. I mean, after everything you've been through...like Grandpa...
[Crosses self, says prayer in Spanish]
Then at the funeral, Father Aguilar getting struck by lightning. Man, that was a freak storm. And Diego moving back home after Lisa left him for that...waitress.
Don't mention that whore to me!
[A gunshot is heard, and a branch is struck right beside Hurley and Charlie. They both pause, confused]
...Is someone shooting at us--[Another gunshot rins out and Hurley and Charlie run]
You don't know?! Okay... that thing in the woods? Maybe it's a monster. Maybe it's a... pissed off giraffe, I don't know. The fact that no one is even looking for us? Yeah, that's weird. But I just go along with it, 'cause I'm along for the ride. Good old fun-time Hurley. Well, guess what? Now -- I want some friggin' answers!
You're not the only one with baggage, you know. Do you want to know what I was doing when the plane went down? Snorting heroin, in the toilet. I was such a junkie I couldn't even take a plane trip without having a fix.
Back home I'm worth a hundred and fifty-six million dollars.
I bare my soul, and all I get is bloody jokes!
Sam and Leonard were stationed at a listening post monitoring long wave transmissions out of the Pacific. Boring job. Sam hated it, nothing to do but listen to static night after night. Until one night, about 16 years ago, there's something in the static, a voice comes through, a voice repeating those numbers over and over again. [Hurley nearly spills his tea.] A couple of days later we're at the fair in Kalgoorlie and some wally there has got this jar, must have been big as a pony, and it's filled to the rim with beans. Fella's offering 50 grand to anyone able to guess how many beans are in that jar, within 10.
Sam used the numbers?
Yep, the answer was exact. To the bean. Men had been running the same scam for 40 years and nobody had ever come close. So we won the money. On the way home a pick-up truck blows a tire on the highway, hits us head on. Lost my leg that night.
What about Sam?
Barely a scratch. Most people would consider themselves lucky, but not him. He was never the same after that. He started keeping a record. Anything terrible that happened to anyone around us, he believed it was all because he used those numbers. He moved us out here in the middle of nowhere hoping it would stop.
Did it? Did he ever find a way to make it stop?
Yep. He put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. What is it you're looking for Mr. Reyes?
I used them, the numbers, to win the lottery. And now I think I'm under the same curse.
Curse? There's no curse.
But you just told me...
You think I'd still have my leg if Sam hadn't have picked the right number of beans?! You think that floods wouldn't have happened?! That homes wouldn't have burned down?! That people wouldn't have died?!
Well, yeah.
You make your own luck, Mr. Reyes. Don't blame it on the damn numbers. You're looking for an excuse that doesn't exist.
I'm pregnant, single, and on an Island in the middle of nowhere.
You think you're the only person with baggage? You know what I was doing when the plane went down? I was snorting heroin in the toilet. I was such a junkie I couldn't even take a plane ride with out having a fix. I suppose that was your fault, as well? -- So how about it?
What?
I just told you the biggest secret of my life. I thought you'd want to reciprocate.
Okay. Back home I'm worth 156 million dollars.
Fine. Don't tell me.
Dude.
I bare my soul, and all I get is bloody jokes!
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