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FlashJack! Our Lady of Perpetual Lowered Inhibitions Hospital. Jack sees his father talking to an irate-looking gentleman; a discussion with a nurse reveals that it's the dead woman's husband, who's threatening to sue. Apparently Jack's dad talks him down, because when we see him last, he's crying and Jack's dad is rubbing his shoulder.
The puddle. A frantic Kate wakes Jack up, and he immediately disregards Ethan's seemingly genuine warnings and starts the chase again. "Not again!" he shouts.
FlashJack! Our Lady Looks Pretty Hot Through The Bottom Of This Highball Hospital. It's an administrative hearing of some kind; Jack's dad (whose name is "Christian") is spinning his web of lies for the review board, who seem to buy it just fine. They ask, however, if Jack's dad was aware the patient was pregnant. "Absolutely," he says, though Jack's expression suggests this is not the case. But, uh, who cares? I mean, why would he lie here? It is his fault if he's operating drunk, but it's not his fault if no one in the ER told him the woman was pregnant. As a precipitating event for Jack's sudden attack of conscience, this revelation lacks oomph. But of course, the dead woman's pregnancy dovetails with Claire's pregnancy, so for a writer desperate to make a fundamentally square character seem multifaceted and cool, that's enough to build a whole dramatic confrontation around. And so Jack suddenly about-faces and reveals to all and sundry that his dad is a drunken failure who never really loved him.
Back on the trail. Say what you want about Ethan -- he's evil, he's a kidnapper, et cetera -- but he's a man of his word. Because Jack and Kate won't stop following him, he has killed Charlie. Jack and Kate coming across Charlie's body, dangling from a noose, is a pretty freaky scene. Jack tries to support the body's weight; Kate climbs a nearby tree and frantically cuts Charlie down. I must admit, when I saw this, I had that weird, self-contradictory set of emotions one has while watching a really great TV moment. I mean, I like Charlie, and have no desire to see Dominic Monaghan forced back to his life as a gigolo, but all the same, I was impressed by the balls of the Lost people to kill Charlie off, and that made the show kind of thrilling. Jack takes off Charlie's blindfold, blows air into his mouth and pounds on his chest, once, twice, ten million times, but he's totally freaking dead. Kate's holding his hand, but he's 100\% dead. Jack says "Come on, come on," but he's all the way dead. The music is sad and Hall & Oatesy again, but Charlie is dead as a dead fucking doornail. Kate finally stops Jack, who's basically landing all the punches on Charlie he couldn't land on Ethan, saying, he's gone, while Charlie lies behind them, dead as dirt. The music stops and we go to a nice sad long shot of the two of them and Charlie's totally dead corpse...but then, instead of going to a commercial, we see Jack fill with resolve and the music starts again, and uh-oh, they're about to screw this up. We get a couple of brutal shots of Jack punching Charlie some more while Kate cries, and then Charlie gasps for breath. Jack cradles him as Charlie wonders why his sternum feels so, uh, broken. The closed-captioning claims that Kate is both "sobbing" and "laughing," but I disagree. As the scene fades out, Charlie hums a snippet of the song Driveshaft recorded for a court-ordered television PSA after an unfortunate incident in a Bayswater hotel room: "There's Nothing Autoerotic About Autoerotic Asphyxiation."