Hurley's sitting, and Kate comes over to sit down next to him and ask if he's okay. "That was messed up," says Hurley quietly. "He just -- exploded -- in front of us. He was just trying to help." Hurley's quiet for a moment, then says, "This is because I came." And Kate doesn't know what he's talking about, so Hurley tells her that he's bad luck. So here we go again with the "Hurley is bad luck" nonsense, the effects of which we never saw before Hurley's flashback episode, and haven't since then. Kate tells him it was an accident, and if Hurley knew more about Kate, he'd be a little less keen to accept what happened as an accident.
So I can't believe what I'm seeing. Locke and Jack are pulling out the dynamite again. The dynamite just blew up Arse, like two minutes ago. They haven't abandoned this incredibly stupid plan. "Locke, we should think about this," says Jack, like NO SHIT. Locke's adamant, though, that this is the only way, so Jack agrees and doesn't see Locke's smirk. And you know what? Let's fast-forward this, because the tension here? Not so much as with Arse. I mean, no one really cared about Arse blowing up, and if they did it was because they were hoping it would happen, but at any rate it was precisely because he's such a minor character that the possibility existed that the dynamite would explode. Something tells me they're not blowing up Locke or Jack any time soon. Call it a hunch. Locke says something about enjoying playing games, or whatever.
Back at the beach, Charlie is wasting precious time by coming up with a sling for Claire to transport Turniphead in, her arms suddenly not good enough. It's a nice gesture, I suppose, and it earns him a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly Rousseau comes storming out of the bush, demanding to know where Sayid is, and Charlie points, and Rousseau says she needs him. So Charlie goes to get him, telling Claire, "Hey, you and your baby stay here alone with the crazy, agitated woman with a rifle who knows her way around dynamite," and he takes off. And as soon as he goes, Rousseau starts throwing the crazy-lady stare at Turniphead. "What is his name?" she hisses, and Claire looks really uncomfortable, and I guess I can't blame her. "I haven't named him yet," she says as nonchalantly as possible. Rousseau asks to hold the baby. Claire ignores the question (bad idea) and nervously asks why she needs Sayid. "You don't want me to hold him," deduces Rousseau, sounding hurt, and Claire makes up an excuse about how she just fed him. Rousseau pleads, and Claire sees the scratches on her arm. She flashes back to a memory of herself struggling with Rousseau. Man, repressed memories float up at the scariest times, don't they? "Why did I do that? Why did I scratch you?" she says, as defiantly as she can, and Rousseau just stares. Claire goes from determined to terrified fairly quickly. Commercials.