In his imbecilic attempts to convince an entire Island to like him, Sawyer has resorted to the old political trick of flat-out bribery. Since his attempted bribery of Sun failed so miserably last episode, he has realized that the only real currency on the Island is meat. Don't tell PETA. Or maybe they should tell PETA and Ingrid Newkirk herself will come parachuting onto the Island to Stop the Brutal Slaughter of Boars! They would be saved!! So in pursuit of meat and salvation, Sawyer has sought out Desmond's help in shooting a boar. He has his unloaded handgun and is up at the crack of dawn. He ingratiates himself by complaining about the early hour, and Desmond rolls his eyes and explains that boars like to hit the early bird specials at the IHOP, and the best time to shoot one is when they are headed for a refill of Cinnastackers. Desmond is then forced to ask, "What's your angle, brother?" Because he is contractually obligated to say "brother" at least once per episode. Sawyer doesn't know what he's talking about, so Desmond explains, "You have never spoken three words to me, and now you want to be my hunting partner." Sawyer explains to the blissfully ignorant Scot that, in America, politics is all about bribes, and when Jack Abramoff isn't available and he has hearts and minds to change, he has to give the people what they want. Meat! A boar shows up and gets mowed down by Desmond's bullet. God Bless America!

Kate and Juliet have spent the evening hunkered down in the tree. Kate awakes with a start, settles down, and asks Juliet how her shoulder is. When Juliet announces that her shoulder is "awesome!" Kate suggests they get going. Get going straight into a flashback! The Lady Con is sitting in the diner where Kate's mom has been working since Sabrina the Teenage Witch was burned at the stake for heresy and banned to eternal re-runs. The Lady Con's plan to help Kate see her mom is to toss a bowl of chili at her! What a plan! Instead of heading to the back to get a new apron, Kate's mom heads to the bathroom to clean up. That's when Kate makes her move. She walks into the bathroom, and her mom stops and stares at her. She demands to know what she is doing there. Kate says hi and her mom asks her again what she is doing there. Kate said she came to find out why her mom turned her in. Her mom suggests that maybe Kate came to apologize. Kate is not sorry. Not even a little. She stares at her mom and says, "He beat you and treated you like a dog." Her mom doesn't care, because she loved him, and you can't choose who you love. She continues, "For good or bad, I loved him, and you burned him alive. You turned on the gas and lit a match. You murdered him in cold blood." Kate explains, "I did it for you." Her mom refuses to ride that guilt train. "What you did, you did for yourself. Because you are my daughter, I will not tell the two men sitting at the table who have been following me for a month that you are here. But I swear to god, Katie, that if I ever see you again, the first thing I will do is yell for help." Kate cries to herself in the bathroom while I go slam my head into my feminist theory textbook a few dozen times.