Locke marches into Camp Richard calling out "Richard Alpert" over and over and ignoring Commando Jones, his rifle and his attitude. When Richard comes to meet him, Locke tells him his name, and Richard asks if that's supposed to mean something to him. Locke looks around until the spooky music stops and then simply says, "Jacob sent me." Richard looks Locke in the eye, then orders Jones to lower his gun. Jones is gobsmacked that Richard might actually trust this sodding old man, who can't possibly track him (except that he did) and would/could never know the island better than he (except that he well might). Richard will brook no insolence. He gets right in Jones's face and keeping his voice low says, "I said -- put the gun down... Widmore!" Holy frak on crack! The wheels in my head are turning nearly as fast as Daniel's were when he saw the radiation burns, but I'm not nearly as well greased. (I know he's not in this scene, but hottie scientist boy does need a bath. I'm just saying.) Locke turns to the Commando, a.k.a. "Brit Boy"; a.k.a. "Jones" -- and says, "You're name is Widmore?" Our man responds, "Charles Widmore," which Locke then echoes. When Widmore asks why Locke cares, Locke smiles the smile of I-love-this-crazy-place. He then composes himself and says, "Nothing. Nice to meet you." We cut to commercial which gives me a moment to hook up my auxiliary brain. It's going to be hours before the original version re-solidifies.