It's night, on the beach. Locke's sitting by a fire. Ana-Lucia is sharpening a stick, what with the guns being unavailable to her at the moment. Jack stomps up and starts yelling about Locke moving the guns. "We had an agreement!" he yells. "An agreement that you were about to violate, Jack. Yes, I moved the guns," says Locke. Jack was "about" to violate the agreement, so you did it first, Locke? I find it really interesting that Locke accepted what Sawyer said unquestioningly. And I'd like to point out that the agreement was to consult each other before getting the guns out, and that when Jack came down the hatch-hole, his first move was to ask where Locke was. He didn't go straight for the guns. But I guess since Sawyer's proven himself so trustworthy in the past, Locke didn't really have any reason not to believe him, right?
But anyway, Jack asks where the guns are, and gets a big lecture from John about who gets the guns, and how many, et cetera. By this point, people have started to gather around. "How much time before there's an accident? Another accident? I made a mistake teaching Michael how to shoot and now he's…he could be dead for all I know. And that, that was my fault. I take responsibility for that, and so, yes, I'm taking responsibility for the guns too." 'Bout time Locke started taking responsibility for something. Jack wants two guns, but Locke's all, no way! "Two guns! Now tell me where they are, right now!" yells Jack.
Well, one of them's very near by, as we hear a few shots being fired. And all the Lostaways stand around waiting to see who might be shooting at them, instead of taking cover. It's Sawyer, strolling out of the bushes. Jack's really pissed now, and says to Locke, "You gave him the guns." "No…" says Locke, and just the way he says it cracks me up. Locke says he hid them.
"That's right, Jack. He's as stupid as you are," says Sawyer. Oh, god, here comes the diatribe, which he addresses to everyone. He starts bitching about everybody taking his stuff. "While I was off trying to get us help -- get us rescued -- you found my stash and you took it, divvied it up. My shaving cream, my batteries, even my beer." You know, Sawyer, I really hope the irony's not lost on you. "And then something else happened: you decided these two boys here were going to tell you what to do and when to do it. Well, I'm done taking orders." He says he doesn't want his stuff back because it doesn't matter. "The only thing that matters now are guns. And if you want one, you're going to have to come to me to get it!" Then Sawyer goes off on Sayid and how Sayid probably wants to torture him, and Sawyer says he'll die before he gives the guns back, which I doubt quite highly. Seems to me Sawyer's already shown he can be broken. Then he slings the rifle onto his shoulder, and actually says, "New sheriff in town, boys! You-all best get used to it," addressing that last bit directly at the camera. Well, I'd figured Sawyer was up to something, but I wasn't sure why. Now we find out it's because he's a whiny crybaby. And now he's got the guns. Still, I don't think he's got any less claim to the leadership than the rest of these egomaniacs.
So flashback to Cassidy at home, pacing around the dining room table, which looks like most dining room tables, except this one has an open briefcase with, I'm guessing, six hundred thousand dollars in it. Sawyer stomps in the front door, looking upset. Cassidy asks him what's wrong, and he points out the window to a black car sitting in the driveway. "His name's Gordy, my partner." "What partner?" Sawyer says that if he doesn't walk out the front door with the briefcase in the next two minutes, he and Cassidy are both dead. Cassidy's pretty confused, asking if this guy isn't the dude from the Mercado deal. "There is no Mercado deal! I knew about the six hundred grand you had tucked away from the get-go. Cass…you were the long con."