Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- So you won't help? - l didn't say that.
A voice comes through,
You make your own luck, Mr. Reyes.
Fifty-two years!
Anything you say can and will be used against you.
- What are you doing? - Relax, l'm just gonna check it out.
- Stay put. - No, wait!
You know, for adoption.
And when l tell people l think l'm the cause,
Since that time,
Acting like a loon, l might add.
He started keeping a record.
l don't know.
The numbers are cursed
- How's it coming? - lt's coming.
What are you doing back here?
- What? - Just saying good morning.
- Charlie... - Hey!
Bad news to everyone around me.
l know food's scarce, but your shirt?
- You gotta get far away. - [man] All right. Slow down.
l just told you the biggest secret in my life.
l hate that we're going home empty-handed.
''The numbers are cursed.'' You know there is no such thing as...
nobody had ever come close.
Try eating better. You're gaining weight again.
a voice, repeating those numbers.
- l was wrong. - Maybe they're pointing to her.
- Why are you interested in Rousseau? - l'm not.
All this time, you've told me nothing about yourself.
What the hell was that?
Lost my leg that night.
l am not crazy!
You followed it, and it led you to her.
He put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
the money's cursed or something.
- Charlie, have you seen Hurley? - Um...
- Dude. - l bare my soul,
l said take off your blindfold.
Do you know where they got their power?
Giving me something to do.
The numbers are cursed.
l thought she lived underground.
No. lt led me into a trap she set.
l was disoriented. l don't know how to find her.