(Jin pulls the satellite phone from Mikhail's hand)
Charlie: You stole this?
Mikhail: How could you respect me if I didn't try?
Charlie: How 'bout I take your other eye? Would you respect that?
Mikhail: Sorry, what? (Charlie tries to tackle him)
Desmond: Charlie, don't! Charlie, let him go!
Charlie: This is a mistake! We can't keep letting these people go!
Desmond: We gave him our word! (to Mikhail) Go on, get out of here.