Anyway, he leaves the confessional, dips his fingers in the holy water and crosses himself. Then he hears what sounds like insouciant and possibly sacrilegious tapping! Sure enough, in one of the front pews is someone stretched out, feet up, drumming his hands. This is Liam, whom Charlie chastises, which earns him a "relax, choirboy." Liam's brought "tidings of great joy" -- specifically, a recording contract. "You're going to be a rock god!" Charlie just stares, half thrilled, half frightened.
Back in the jungle, Charlie is 100 percent frightened, what with the wild boar running him down and all. But just before the boar shish kebabs him, it's caught up in some net trap, and Locke pokes his head out from the nearby brush. "Nice work, Charlie!" he yells. "You make excellent bait." Holy shit, that is not cool. Charlie gives him a surprisingly hard-looking glare for a guy who looks like he weighs all of about sixty pounds. "I'm glad I could oblige," he spits. "Now give me my bloody drugs." Locke just looks at him, but I'm thinking that after using Charlie for boar bait, the least Locke can do is hook him up.
You know, it's been several episodes now, and that creepy silent floating "LOST" graphic still gives me the chills.
Charlie demands his drugs from Locke, saying that he needs them. "And yet, you gave them to me," notes Locke, which pisses Charlie off: "And I bloody well regret it! I'm sick, man! Can't you see that?" And Locke says Charlie is stronger than he thinks, and Locke's going to prove it; he says he'll let Charlie ask for his drugs three times, and on the third time, Locke will give them to him. Ohhhhh-kaaaay... "Just so we're clear, this is one." Charlie wants to know why Locke is doing this, and why not just throw the drugs away, and then the audio must have gone all screwy on my television, because I did not hear Locke say, "Annoying plot device." Instead, he gives Charlie a bunch of guff about how if he threw the drugs away then Charlie wouldn't have any choice, and making choices instead of just acting on instinct is what separates us from the animals. Fortunately, Locke has just captured an animal, towards which he can point with one of his knives. Charlie just glares at Locke's sanctimonious bald head. Maybe someone can clue Locke in to what addiction actually is before he starts spouting off on choices.
Over on Science Lesson Beach, Sayid is jamming a makeshift antenna in the sand, and it miraculously stands up. He's got two more, one of which he'll take into the jungle, the other one Kate will take, and they'll stake out a triangle about two kilometres per side. If the distress signal is coming from somewhere within the triangle, Sayid will be able to pinpoint it. Oh, but there's a contrivance -- I mean, a "problem." The batteries are dry, or something, so they'll only have a minute or so for the whaddayacallit, so everybody has to be in position before they start whatevering to find the source of the distress. Boone wants to know how they're supposed to know when they're all in position. Sayid reaches into a bag and pulls out -- much to Kate's skepticism -- bottle rockets. "Thank god for fireworks smugglers," says Sayid. Smugglers? What is this, The Hardy Boys? Anyone get the feeling that whenever the Lost gang has something they're not really supposed to, the explanation is going to be "smugglers"? Yeah, because fireworks smugglers FLY their explosive materials on transoceanic flights to the U.S., instead of just driving up to Mexico. But let's just go with it, shall we? Anyway, the three of them will set off the rockets to let the others know they're in position, and then they can turn on their antennas. But there's another problem: the battery in the transceiver is dead, and the transceiver's rather important in this whole exercise. A battery in a laptop would be great, but apparently this flight didn't have anyone smuggling laptop batteries. Kate's got an idea where to look.