Fans of Lost will find the opening shot of this episode very familiar as we start with Flint waking up in the mysterious house the morning after we saw him collapse at the door at the end of last week’s episode. We soon learn that this is Miranda Barlow’s (Louise Barnes) place, and she too is fairly deeply involved with the plot to find the Urca d'Lima, what other secrets she hides may take more time to find out though. I’m not sure where her house is situated, I had a feeling from the way we saw Flint riding hard through the night in episode II to get there that it would be some way across the island. But other characters (apart from one unfortunate prisoner) seem to come and go at a moments notice this week, although as this also leaves business completely unattended in Nassau to boot, I think this has more to do with a continuity issue than actual logistics if I’m honest.
Episode III airs on Starz at 9pm on Saturday 8th February, below are a few dialogue teasers to see you through until then. Don't forget to come back to vote in our poll after the episode and let us know what you think.
“He believes there’s a witch who lives deep inside the island who controls his every move”
“It’s help me or flee to Boston, beg your father and brothers for sanctuary, they might save you from the gallows but they won’t spare you their scorn!”
“Christ almighty, I wish we had a captain 30 years younger”
“This describes a course that ends miles short of the coast, where’s the rest of the course?”
“I have an exceptionally low tolerance for pain, I’ll say anything to make it stop”
“You move, you die”
“One of the whores helped her past the guards, she said Max had a boat waiting, I went to check, it’s no longer there”
“One of my neighbours must have witnessed your arrival last night, they've planted a spy out by the scrub pine”
“Do you know of some people who still harbour some anger towards the captain?”
“No matter how many lies we tell ourselves, no matter how many stories we convince ourselves we’re part of, we’re all just thieves awaiting a noose”