Back on the Island, Sawyer, Jin, and Hurley finally flip the van upright. Inside they find a lot of trash, beer, and a map. Guess Dharma Corp. was building a road. Good thing they got a van before they got a road. That's planning! Anyway, Sawyer finds the head. Vincent looks disappointed. Hurley apologizes for not properly introducing Roger. Hurley grabs the keys and prepares to fire up the magic bus. Jin says something, and Hurley points out that even if he could understand him, he wouldn't understand him. Or something like that. Hurley can't understand him because he is too busy believing in something. He is making his own luck. The Cheech would be proud. Hurley puts the key into the ignition and chants "hope, hope, hope" and then looks really bummed when the really rusty van, that's been sitting on its side for years and has weeds growing through the engine, doesn't start.
It's Miller time. While Hurley tries to convince Jin that he can fix the engine, Sawyer has propped Roger up and is getting saucy in the van. Hurley feels inclined to mention that the beer is older than Rocky III, or maybe even II, and probably poisonous. When Jin tells him that he can't fix the van, Hurley says that it will start because he has hope. Roger and Sawyer laugh and try to squash Hurley's hopes by pointing out that if it's hope that Hurley wants, he's on the wrong damn island. Good freaking point, Sawyer. Or Roger. Hurley looks determined to be hopeful. Wonder how much beer that takes?
Cheech wakes Hurley up and immediately grosses him out by hinting about his mother's lovemaking abilities. Rise and shine, little Hurley! The Cheech says that if Hurley does one thing with him and it doesn't work, then Hurley can go to Australia. What's the one thing? The Cheech promises to break the curse. By going to a psychic. Sure, good plan. That's how I got out of my last lease and my last relationship. The psychic deals the tarot deck and reads in the cards that Hurley just came into a great deal of money, that he isn't happy, that she sees numbers, dark scary numbers, dead numbers. Hurley is sort of impressed, but still skeptical. She sees death. Death all around him, with more to come! The psychic asks for his hands. She tells him he is cursed. He looks freaked. Really freaked. She tells him the only way to get rid of the curse is to... strip off his clothes and cover himself with eggs? He cracks. Heh. He offers her a thousand dollars if she'll admit that his dad put her up to this. She says hell no, the mystical arts cannot be bought. He offers her $10,000, and she looks egg-static and tells the truth. Hurley storms out while The Cheech protests that he was only trying to help. Hurley wants to know who he was trying to help. What were you egg-specting, there, Cheech?