Rotten Roger bursts in, carrying the medical supplies Juliet sent him for, before she shipped his dying kid off to Camp Richard. He mutters about not having a van and having to run, when he suddenly realizes his son is missing. I loathe Roger, but I can't help but feel for him in this moment. "Did he...?" He can't say the words, and Juliet mercifully doesn't leave him time to. Her voice is high and sweet as she says, "No, Roger." But she has to offer more explanation for the empty hospital bed than that. "Roger, I -- I'm so sorry. I -- I was gone for ten minutes. I -- I -- I don't know." See, this sucks. Nobody was watching the kid? That's just the worst cover story, ever. Roger wants to know how his kid could be dying one minute and gone the next. When Juliet again says she doesn't know, he approaches Kate, who is not on her game, today. She starts to mumble that she just got there. He turns back to Juliet and yells, "You're his doctors! You're supposed to watch him!" Of course he assumes Kate is a doctor too, since she works in the motor pool. And he's a stupid (if presently pathetic) jerk. When he can't get any straight answers from our girls, he says he's going to Security and storms out, knocking over a tray of medical instruments on his way out. Oh you are so going to have to clean that up, Roj.
Once he's gone, Juliet looks to Kate, takes a moment, and then says, "Well." Kate looks back at her like well, what? Juliet says, "Here we go." Oh Juliet, you've lied to, about, and for the Others more times than anyone could count. I don't know how you do it, but why don't you start off with making a sandwich. That should get you going. Commercial.
"It Never Rains In Southern California" plays on what's probably an 8-track deck, as Miles drives lunch and death out to the Orchid. Over in the passenger seat, Hurley scribbles in one of those black and white marbled composition notebooks which is branded with a Dharma logo like everything else on Craphole (this one features an apple atop a couple of books, so it must be from the school), except the ass pocket of Juliet's possibly-anachronistic jeans. He asks Miles how to spell bounty hunter, which is a dumb line, and yes I've just doomed myself to a thousand typos, but I'm pretty sure my per-episode pay rate is nowhere near the Lost writers', so I'm good with that.