Down in the hatch, Locke's explaining to Henry about the alarm that goes off every 108 minutes. Because despite having been down there a few days now, HENRY HAS APPARENTLY NOT HEARD THE ALARM. Locke's saying that it's going to go off soon, so Henry has to go up through the grate and into the vents. Henry says, "Grate's bolted shut. I tried it." What Henry does not say is, "So you know of another way out of this room, and yet you tried to slide underneath a heavy blast door being propped open by a flimsy toolbox?" So anyway, Locke gives him the numbers, and Henry's able to rattle 'em off after only hearing them once. So either he's good with numbers, or he already knows these numbers. And if he already knows these numbers, he's kind of stupid for appearing to get them down suspiciously easily.
So in the pantry, Henry climbs up on one of the shelves and has to reach to push at the grate. Locke needlessly tells him to be careful, which is the cue for the shelf Henry's stepping on to collapse, pitching him to the floor, hitting his head on the way down and losing consciousness. Locke yells Henry's name, but he's out. And the timer starts to beep as we go to commercial, so it's almost like watching 24, but without the action.
Is there anything more pointless than watching poker instead of playing it? Have you tried, like I have, to figure out why exactly it's being broadcast on a so-called sports channel? I used to have a theory that if you can smoke while you're doing it, it's not a sport, but -- I mean, let's be honest here: baseball. So I modify that slightly: maybe your ability to light up while doing it doesn't disqualify it, but if smoking doesn't make you worse at it, then it's not a sport.