"For the hundredth time, my name is Henry Gale! I'm from Minnesota!" the captive prisoner declared just before Sayid landed another punch to the side of his face. The prisoner collapsed onto the floor, his hands tied uselessly in front of him as blood began to pour from his nose.

Sayid stood upright and wiped his bloodied knuckles on his shirt front. With the other hand, he brushed a strand of his hair away from his forehead, damp with perspiration. "It would be in your best interest, Henry Gale from Minnesota, if the next time we see each other, you give a different answer. Preferably, a truthful one." Then, leaving the prisoner moaning on the floor, Sayid stepped out of the small, dark room, and closed the door behind him with a heavy thud.

"Any luck, Sayid?" John Locke asked, looking up from sharpening his vast array of knives. Sayid shook his head in response.

"Sadly, no. It's been days. I think it's time to increase the pressure on our prisoner," Sayid explained evenly, casting a slight glance at Jack Shepherd who sat at a distance from John Locke and himself.

Jack shook his head vehemently. "Absolutely not. It's bad enough that you both have him tied up and locked away in a room so you can beat him every day." Jack, a man who liked to have control of his situation and the situations of others, hadn't been very receptive to Sayid and Locke's plan for their prisoner. Jack glanced at his watch. "Who's coming in for the next shift?" he asked with disdain. The numbers were another thing that Jack did not approve of.

"Adrienne is up next," Locke responded, blandly, moving onto the next knife.

"What?" Jack demanded angrily. "How did she find out about the hatch? I've told everybody involved to keep this between as few people as possible." Jack rubbed at his stubble, agitated.

"She stumbled upon it while out walking, Jack. We had no choice but to tell her, and she gave her word she'd keep it quiet," John said evenly, secretly taking pleasure in Jack's fury at not being in on everything that happens on the island. "Oh, and she knows about the prisoner, too," he added.

Jack didn't answer, instead choosing to remain silent and bitter. He didn't like that he did not have as much control over the survivors that he used to.

A screeching sound like metal on metal echoed throughout the hatch. Seconds later, Adrienne walked into the small living space within the hatch. "Hey," Adrienne said, her thumbs casually hooked into the belt loops of her jeans. She glanced at the expressions of the men around her, sensing the tenseness in the air. With a furrowed brow, she asked, "What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nope," said Jack, swelling with perverse happiness at Sayid's failure. "Sayid hasn't managed to get anything new out of him." Jack nodded in the direction of the safe. Adrienne frowned thoughtfully, brushing a lock of her short chestnut hair out of her face.

"Hmm. Have you tried Good Cop, Bad Cop?" Adrienne offered. Jack frowned.

"Good Cop, Bad Cop?" he asked, looking mildly confused.

"You know, like how they do in the movies or on cop shows. There's one cop who's really mean to the criminal, and then there's one who's nice. The whole idea is that the criminal will come clean to one cop or the other, depending on what way is more persuasive to him." Adrienne paused to gesture to the locked door. "I'm guessing he's more likely to be tripped up by a Good Cop, since he hasn't changed his story with the Bad Cop."

The men glanced at each other. Jack shrugged. "There's no harm in trying, I suppose." He frowned slightly before adding, "Unless he really is from Minnesota, and you two are just paranoid." Jack gave a fierce look towards Sayid and Locke.

Sayid sighed, tiredly. "Now we just need a Good Cop. Unless you want to try, Adrienne? Since you're a woman, you might be the best choice for it."

Adrienne shrugged, apathetically. "Yeah, I don't mind giving it a try. As long as one of you is there on the other side of the door in case I get in trouble," she replied, giving a wide-eyed look of inquiry to the men in the room with her.

Locke stopped sharpening his knives and gave Adrienne a warm smile. "Absolutely."