DESMOND: What I saw, Charlie, was…Claire and her baby get into a helicopter. A helicopter that lifts off, leaves this island.
CHARLIE: Are you sure?
CHARLIE: Rescue helicopter? On this beach? This island? That’s what you saw? We’re getting bloody rescued! I thought you were gonna tell me I was gonna die again!
DESMOND: You are, Charlie.
DESMOND: If you don’t, none of it’ll happen. There won’t be any rescue. I’m sorry, brother. But this time…this time, you have to die.