Back on the beach, Sun is being oppressed by Jin's quiet, old-fashioned chauvinism as he prepares sushi to gross everyone out with.
"Despite your differences, you begin to find some common ground."
Jin offers some fish to Hurley.
Hurley declines, and rudely laughs at Jin. Is this narrator even paying attention?
Jin tries offering some to Claire, who gamely takes it…
"To have hope."
The narrator might as well be blabbering over some entirely different show by this point. The fish practically induces Claire's labour. She's just thrilled that she's felt the baby for the first time since the crash, and forces a terribly embarrassed Jin to feel her stomach.
Sayid's doing his electronic MacGyver wizardry on the transceiver rescued from the cockpit while Kate pesters him, and he tells her that they might be able to get a better signal if they get the transceiver to higher ground.
Sawyer broods over a letter.
"You try to let go of the past, even as your future is uncertain."
I almost didn't recognize him without the stubble. He watches the transceiver expedition head off, and joins it, prompting a snarky comment from Kate. "I'm a complex guy, sweetheart," is his response.
So they reach some higher ground and get a signal -- a French broadcast that Sayid says is close by, based on the strength of it. "The French! The French are coming! I've never been so happy to hear the French!" says Charlie. Shannon reluctantly translates the message (which we know turns out to be Rousseau), all about how she's alone, and the others are dead, and it killed them all, and she's batshit crazy and all that. Sayid figures out that the broadcast is on a loop that's been playing for sixteen years. "Guys, where are we?" says Charlie, who already has a Grizzly Adams beard by this point.
Jack broods on the beach. You're never going to believe this, but Kate strolls up to dump her problems on him. She wants to confess what she did, but Jack tells her that it doesn't matter who they were or what they did, now that they're all on the island. "Three days ago we all died. We should all be able to start over." Kate moves from bothered to haunted.
Meanwhile, trouble's brewing. Since all the food has apparently been eaten (this clip gives the impression that it was Hurley who ate it all), the lostaways want Sawyer to give up his stash of peanuts. Flopping down into a salvaged airplane seat, Sawyer wants to know what they're supposed to do for sustenance -- which is when that psycho John Locke throws a knife that sticks into the seat next to him. "We hunt," he says, like how the rest of the lostaways didn't kick the crap out of him right then and there I have no idea. Well, maybe the fact that he has about six thousand knives and knows how to throw them with pinpoint accuracy. "Who is this guy?" asks Hurley.