His buddy, or mate or bloke or whatever the hell, who's partaking of illegal substances with him in the alley behind some bar, whines that their stash is getting low, and since Charlie doesn't have vast quantities of money to buy more (isn't he a bloody rock god?) he's going to have to go back to work.
But we're not talking about singing here; back in the bar, Dodgy Mate is talking about "Lucy Heatherton, 22 and ripe in oh so many wonderful ways." She's a smiling brunette out for a pint with her girlfriends elsewhere in the bar. Dodgy Mate explains that she just graduated from Oxford and lives with her dad in Knightsbridge, her dad being Francis Pryce-Heatherton, "who, my friend, is bloody loaded." Charlie wants to know how Francis gets his information, like this is really inside stuff he's got here. "Ready to fall in love, Mr. Charlie Pace of legendary rock band Driveshaft?" Charlie's a little hesitant, watching the cute girl with her friends, but he finally says, "Absolutely."
And Charlie's got this unorthodox seduction technique, in which he jokes with the women about how he has "high moral standards" and they obviously want to take him home and ravage him. They're all sitting around laughing, having a great time. And Charlie orders them not to buy him any more beers. How impressed would I be if the so-called rock god at the bar couldn't even buy his own beers? Not very. But it seems to be working; Dodgy Mate even has Driveshaft's one and only song, "You All Everybody," playing over the bar jukebox.
Back on Craphole Island, the self-appointed learned circle of elders is passing judgment on the pregnant woman in distress. Sayid's skeptical that she actually escaped, because Ethan was so intelligent that he infiltrated them. Yeah? Sayid's basically saying, "The only possible explanation for Ethan outsmarting us is that he must be a genius." Sayid suggests that Ethan's sent Claire back. "You're off your head, mate!" yells Charlie, who clearly plans to be objective here. Jack does point out to Sayid that it's a stretch, and Sayid counters by asking how often in Jack's career he's diagnosed amnesia, and Jack admits that it's rare. Locke wants to know the chances of Claire's memory coming back, and Jack says he doesn't know. And the little hobbit freaks out again and says that while they talk about Claire, he's going to go spend some time with her, like STOW IT, CHARLIE, like this is such the magnanimous gesture for you.