So Locke hobbles over to the door and knocks, "It's John, Henry." The steel-drivin' man? "Why'd you trade Johnny Damon?" yells Faux Henry from the other side of the door. Or maybe there's no response at all. Locke yell-asks if Henry entered the numbers and pushed the button or not, because he needs to know. He hammers on the door and such.
Inside, Faux Henry listens to Locke yell and hammer, and smiles the smile of the evil.
Bernard, dragging some wood behind him, shows up on the beach to discover that his sign posse has dwindled somewhat. Seems "Craig" and "Frogurt" have left, although if someone kept calling me "Frogurt" I don't know how long I'd help them out either. Bernard says it doesn't matter, and then lays out how to make this big SOS sign, making the letters big and using black rocks for maximum visibility. Good thing they have a leader like Bernard to explain such a complicated undertaking, no? Without him, I imagine they'd make a small sign that said "OK" with small, sand-coloured rocks. "Dude, we're like gonna need a lot more rocks," says Hurley. Brilliant! You can be Bernard's assistant! Bernard says there's a lava field about half a mile inland that's loaded with them, and they're going to haul them out in two-man teams. At this point, some bald guy with a goatee exchanges glances with another extra looking all indignant that this is going to involve physical labour. Bernard instructs them all to double up, while he'll stay behind to sketch the letters in the sand. Sure, take the easy job for himself. Meanwhile, standing behind him is a tall, lanky brunette. Faith Harrington? Or perhaps Cher? Hurley volunteers to sketch the letters in the sand. "Everybody's got a job, Hurley. You do your job, I do my job." Nice response. Jin, in Korean, says, "This is bullshit," judging from his demeanour. Bernard asks for a translation, but it's not like Sun is there, so Hurley's best guess is that Jin's not wild about hauling rocks. Jin makes a face like, "Yeah, what he said." Bernard acknowledges that this will take time, but if this is what gets them rescued, it'll be worth it. What if gets them dead from exhaustion and/or polar bears? So everybody gets to work, and it looks like Bernard's dragging that log behind him to make the giant letters in the sand. He smiles as he's doing it, because I'm starting to think Bernard is some kind of cheerful psycho. Then again, can any of these stupid deserve-to-never-be-rescued Lostaways explain to me just what more important things they have to do that they can't spend a little time making a giant distress sign on the beach? Bernard's being kind of an ass about the whole thing, but being an ass doesn't necessarily preclude the possibility that you might also be in the right.