Lost, Season Six

[Having been captured Sawyer is lead onto Widmore's submarine and into a small room where Charles sits at a desk working on a document]

Charles Widmore:
Hello, Mr. Ford. My name is Charles Widmore.

[Widmore offers his hand to Sawyer but Sawyer does not shake it]

Charles Widmore:
I'm guessing you know who I am?

Sawyer:
Of course I do. You're the fella that sent a freighter to the island loaded with guys to kill us all.

[There is a brief pause and a smirk appears on Widmore's face]

Charles Widmore:
It's sad, really... how little you actually know.

Sawyer:
Well...I know you murdered all them people out there and dropped 'em in a ditch.

Charles Widmore:
We didn't murder those people. But I don't expect you to believe that.

Sawyer:
Good, I don't.

Charles Widmore:
So, why don't you tell me what brought you over to this island.

Sawyer:
John Locke sent me.

Charles Widmore:
John Locke's dead!

Sawyer:
I think we both know the guy I'm talking about's not really Locke. So here's the deal, Chief... I'll go back over there and tell him the coast is clear, that I didn't find anybody. Then I'll bring the old man right to your doorstep... then you can kill him.

[Once again Widmore's face reveals a hint of a smile]

Charles Widmore:
And what do you want in exchange, James?

Saywer:
One: The people I come back with, people on my boat don't get touched. Not even a hair on their head. And two: You give us safe passage off the Island.

Charles Widmore:
How do I know I can trust you?

Sawyer:
Same way I know I can trust you. So do we have an agreement?

[Widmore nods his head and extends his arm once again for Sawyer to shake. They shake hands.]

Charles Widmore:
Yes. I suppose we do.