Episode Report Card Daniel: A- | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT The hand that Lockes the cradle
By Daniel | Season 1 | Episode 18 | Aired on March 1, 2005
Hurley finds the cable on the beach. He yells out, "Yo! French chick?" This, not surprisingly, fails to elicit a response. So he picks up the cable and starts following it, hopefully to the old French chick who lives down the road.
Flashback Hurley is going over his portfolio with his accountant or broker or whoever it is that people use when they have way more money than I do. It looks like the bad luck of others around Hurley is continuing, and in ways that benefit him. Like his money invested in orange futures skyrocketed when tropical storms hit Florida. And his sneaker factory in Canada ("I have a sneaker factory in Canada?" says Hurley, surprised) burned down, but it was over-insured so he gets a nice cash windfall. Not to mention the settlement he reached with the LAPD for the false arrest. "You've almost doubled your net worth in a few short months." His accountant still can't figure out how the LAPD mistook him for a drug dealer. Perhaps they saw the same Curb Your Enthusiasm episode everyone else did. Man, Lost gives shout-outs to the best shows! (Also worth noting: Hurley is now the majority shareholder in a box company. Locke works -- worked -- in a box company. Coincidence?) Hurley's still on the whole "bad luck" thing. "Hugo, you are not the first lottery winner to believe the money's brought him nothing but trouble. It's all in your head." Hurley asks if his accountant believes in jinxes and curses. The accountant says, "I'm an accountant. I believe in numbers," then completely undermines that by excitedly asking where Hurley got the winning numbers. I don't get this. They're random numbers (I mean, not on this show, as it turns out, but lotteries in general), but people keep asking Hurley this, like maybe he's got a secret stash of winning numbers somewhere. Hurley starts to say, "It's just something I..." and then he trails off. Then he's all, eureka! It's not the money that's cursed, it's the numbers! The accountant is the middle of scoffing at Hurley's notions of curses when, with a YAAAAAAARGHHH!, some poor schmo falls the window, on his speedy way to the concrete below. Sorry. I know the guy dies, but that's funny. And the jaunty music agrees with me too. Let's all have a sense of a humour and not get all Sean Penn over here.