Anybody else feel like they're just going to keep piling on the twists and turns and mysteries and puzzles and when everything is revealed, it ain't gonna be worth all this?
And now it is the end of the day, and the beach bums have escaped the supposedly crazy tides by moving…a little farther down the beach. Problem solved, I guess. That night, by the bonfires, Charlie settles in by his new best friend, Rose (were there any roses in Lord of the Rings? Could this be a shout-out?). Charlie tells Rose that her husband was in the tail section of the plane. That sounds, to me, like information Rose already has, but thank you, Charlie. She says he'll be back. "You think he's still alive?" says Charlie, all incredulously, like maybe somebody could take Captain Bringdown out in the woods somewhere and brain him with a rock or something. "I know he is," she says. "It's a fine line between denial and faith," she continues, "and it's much better on my side."
And then Charlie loses his shit and starts crying. Man, Shannon, Kate, Charlie…there's been an awful lot of that this episode, I have to say. I accept that when a plane crashes there are going to be tears shed, but I don't feel like watching Crybaby Island all the damn time. "Baby, I'm not the one who can help you," says Rose. Other than Batman, I'm not sure who she might be talking about. Good thing, then, that she starts praying out loud: "Heavenly Father, we thank you for bringing us together tonight…" and the camera pans up and away from Rose. Man, Rose is a better person than I am, because if I were in her position, bringing them all together like that would be pretty friggin' far down the list of things I'd be thanking God for.
Two things I'd like to point out before I drop this annoying treacly subplot: A) Charlie's already been depicted as a much bigger Jesus freak than Rose (which, like I pointed out earlier, makes it odd that she needs to lead him to prayer, but whatever) so also giving the black woman a little faith hardly seems like proof the writers are getting all their characters from Stereotype Central; and B) one prayer does not a Jesus freak make. All right? People need to learn this, or the Republicans will win the next election too.
Shannon strolls over to Sayid's fire, so they can throw some smouldering looks at each other, and she can let him know that she recognized what Rousseau's notes were. But she can't just tell him that they're French lyrics. She has to tell this long boring story about this son of the French guy she knew or whatever (look, I long since checked out of this episode, sue me) had a kid named Laurent (or, as Shannon's French has it, Loh-raw) or something who watched "the cartoon about the fish, you know, one of the computer ones" over and over again, "like 900 times." Hmmm. If he watched it that often, you'd think she might have noticed the title, Finding Nemo. Anyway, it was dubbed in French, and the lyrics to the song at the end are what Rousseau scribbled, over and over and over again (is that last bit supposed to be news to Sayid? I don't think he'd have to be a French speaker to notice that the notes were repeated over and over again). He asks her what the song is. And I think he's looking for a title, but then she starts SINGING. And if the cast is to be believed (because entertainers never lie, of course), that's actually her singing. If that's the case, thank god she sings French much better than she speaks it. While she sings, Boone, God's Friggin' Gift To Humanity, stares (menacingly? jealously?) from the trees at her, Jack strolls around and looks at Kate, and Kate turns the toy plane over and over in her fingers, staring at it.