After the commercial (which as a fan I curse, but as a recapper, I bless), Sawyer continues to bark orders, because someone's got to take charge of the terrified and fleeing strand-aways in Jack and Locke's (and Kate's and Sayid's) absence. "Come on! Split up! Everybody, get to the creek!" When Juliet stops to help a victim, Sawyer talks sense into her and keeps her moving. People are falling (and flaming!) left and right, and I think/hope/pray this is the creative staff's way of getting rid of a lot of the deadwood. By season 5, if I don't know your name (and I'm looking at you, Frogurt, or I was), I just want you off my beach. No offense. If it's any consolation, it's unlikely you'll stay dead, anyhow. Say "Hi," to Shannon and Boone for us.
Upstairs at Hurley's, Cheech wants to know if Hurley's crazy or lying to him. Poor Hurley, we know he hates to lie and the topic just keeps beating him about the head, so bless him, he comes as clean as he's willing to with Dad. "I'm not crazy, and I have a really good reason why I'm lying to you." He's saved from answering or lying anymore when Mama Reyes returns, sees Sayid in the living room and screams, "Why is there a dead Pakistani on my couch?" Prince Harry says, "Oi mum, that's not a Paki. I know the bloody Ragheads are difficult to tell apart, but that there's an Iraqi, innit?. Harry? Nobody's listening to you and your filthy, racist, mouth, you Toth. Instead, Hurley tries to reassure his mother that Sayid's not dead, but she's pretty sure he's not breathing. Just in case, I stop breathing, too. But Hurley and Cheech hustle downstairs to Carmen and Sayid, confirm Sayid's still breathing -- so I do the same -- as the men put their plan into motion. Carmen has a million questions, and Hurley promises it will all make sense, but he has to hustle Sayid and Dad out of the house. Cheech drives right by the cops and waves the way he might have 20 years ago when carrying a different sort of contraband in his car.