"We found the transceiver," Kate says, "but it's not working. Can anybody help?" Surprise, Sayid can. And surprise, Sawyer mouths off again. He's tiresome already. Hurley says, "We're all in this together, man, let's treat each other with a little respect." Sawyer considers his point for a moment and then thoughtfully rebuts, "Aw, shut up, lardo." Sawyer's virulent racism wasn't enough to spur Jack into action, but his making fun of the fatty is, so Jack steps up and tells Sawyer to give it a break. "Whatever you say, Doc," Sawyer sneers. "You're the hero." Jack looks hurt. My opinion of Sawyer instantly does a 180! He thinks what we're all saying! Boone, God's Friggin' Gift to Humanity asks the relevant question, considering the group just found the cockpit: "Any survivors?" Charlie and Kate look at each other, and Jack sort-of-lies, "No." Sayid says he needs a little time to fix the radio, and wanders off; Jack's old seatmate tells him that the guy with the shrapnel in his belly needs some attention.
Hurley wanders over to where Sayid is fiddling with the radio and calls Sawyer a "chain-smoking jackass." "Some people have problems," Sayid says, and Hurley agrees. "You're okay. I like you," Hurley says, which makes me smile because it makes it seem as though for a guy like him, making immediate allies and establishing common enemies has always been a necessity whenever he's dropped into a new social situation. Even if that new social situation is being stranded on a tropical island. It gives the whole scene a nice middle-school feel. Sayid uncomfortably tells him that he thinks Hurley's okay too. Let's please all stay off the slash in this particular pairing, shall we? I am uncomfortable with the amount of scraggly man-hair through which fingers would run. Hurley asks about Sayid's radio-based expertise, and Sayid tells him that he was a military communications officer. For the Iraqi army, I think. "You ever see battle?" Hurley asks, and Sayid says he fought in the Gulf War. For the Iraqi Army, I think. Then Hurley asks which branch of the military Sayid fought for -- "Air Force? Army?" -- and Sayid, of course, says, "- .... . / .-. . .--. ..- -... .-.. .. -.-. .- -. / --. ..- .- .-. -.." That's "The Republican Guard," but I put it in Morse code because that twist was so unbelievably telegraphed.