Temple; Unholy of Unholies: Yoko has Sayid in the back room on a torture table. He blows some sort of dust (ash?) across Sayid's torso, inserts electrical wires under his skin and hooks him up to a machine that everyone has compared to the contraption in The Princess Bride. Yoko turns the crank for a bit, then flips a switch, and the electricity shoots through Sayid, who had already offered to tell Yoko anything he wants to know. The only problem is, Yoko never asks him a question. It's hard to feel too badly for Sayid when he's getting a taste of his own medicine, but Naveen Andrews brings out my tender side. When the electric shocks stop, Sayid weeps. "Why are you doing this?" Yoko doesn't answer. Instead, he takes a fireplace poker, heats it in flame, and as Sayid tries to tell him that he doesn't have any secrets, Yoko brands Sayid's belly. Sayid screams and cries in pain. Yoko says something to Lennon and the Plastic Ono Band, and then walks away from Sayid. Lennon goes to Sayid's side, apologizes to him, and says the whole exercise was a test and he passed. After Sayid is taken from the room, Lennon turns to Yoko. "I just lied to him, didn't I?" Yoko says, "Yes." Commercial.

L.A. Reality: Kate, still driving the stolen cab, finds Claire -- in L.A., mind you -- with no problem at all. She parks the cab and talks to Claire like they're sisters who just had a tiff, rather than perp and victim. As I mentioned earlier, in this reality, Claire has persistent, pervasive imbecility -- so she spills all her pertinent deets to Kate. She's going to Langdon Street, in Brentwood, to meet the Baskums, who are going to adopt her baby, and who must have gotten their days mixed up, because they failed to meet her at the airport, but there's no way they've abandoned her, or anything -- no sir. Claire then takes a ride. From Kate. Who hijacked her cab, less than an hour ago. And has a gun. And was wearing handcuffs until just recently.