Yaaaaawn. We're back in the caves again. Claire's sitting by herself all mopey. Sun comes over with some tea, and Claire declines at first but then takes it, thanking her. "Aaron is a beautiful name," says Sun, and she asks what it means. Claire -- eventually -- says she doesn't know what Aaron means. Sun tells her that Charlie will bring her baby back, and Claire tells her not to say it, and Sun INSISTS on pinning Claire's hopes on the island's vigilante junkie, simply because Charlie said he'd bring back Aaron. Wow. Talk about your pointless scenes. Since we're past the hour mark, I think this is an exposition scene for when the show is split in two for reruns.
Sayid and Charlie, run run run. At the base of a tree, Charlie sees a motionless lump wrapped in a blanket. Naturally, he thinks it's the baby, and he grabs it despite Sayid yelling a warning, and it turns out to be a block of wood. Charlie's pulled a tripwire, and a netting full of rocks opens up from the top of the tree. The shot does its best to make it look like Charlie got conked, but you can still tell he was about fifteen feet away. Still, let's pretend Charlie get hit. Sayid tends to Charlie's very bloody face. He puts a rag on Charlie's face and tells Charlie to keep up the pressure, while Charlie screams about what an animal this woman is, and Sayid says, "She's been here sixteen years. She's learned how to set traps quickly." Oh, god. Yeah, and she apparently learned MAGICAL POWERS, too, to set up a trap that required that kind of physical exertion and precision. Give me a break. Sayid tells Charlie that he's bleeding too much and has to get back to camp. Charlie says that's bollocks, and asks Sayid what soldiers do when they get wounded. "I'm not going back without that baby, Sayid," says Charlie. Sayid looks at him hard for a long while. Then, from his backpack, he takes out a bullet and twists the point off with pliers. "Remove the towel and tilt your head back," he says calmly. Charlie just looks at him, having figured out what's going to happen, so Sayid repeats the instructions. "This is because I hit you, isn't it," says Charlie, as he does what he's told. Sayid tips the bullet over Charlie's wound, covering it in gunpowder. Charlie winces and grunts, but he might want to save his expressions of pain a moment. Sayid pulls a box of matches out his pack. "This is not going to be pleasant," he says. No kidding. It's going to be almost as painful to watch. Charlie steels himself, and Sayid counts to three, and lights the match, and all I can say is that if Charlie's anguished screams are anything to go by, I'm quite grateful that we cut to a long shot. Commercials.