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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"Pilot\"\n\nWritten by\n\nJ.J. Abrams & Damon Lindelof\n\nACT ONE\n\nOVER BLACKNESS, MUSIC. OMINOUS AND FOREBODING. THEN, OUT OF\nTHE DARKNESS, A SINGLE WORD. FLOATING IN SPACE, OUT OF\nFOCUS, TOWARD CAMERA. AS IT APPROACHES IT COMES INTO FOCUS,\nBUT IT'S SHARP ONLY FOR A BRIEF MOMENT:\n\nLOST\nAS IT NEARS US IT AGAIN LOSES FOCUS -- AND AS WE MOVE THROUGH\nTHE \"O\" OUR MUSIC CRESCENDOS, THEN STOPS ABRUPTLY AS WE CUT\nTO:\n\nA MAN'S EYE\n\nEXTREME CLOSEUP. Open wide. The man's skin wet, speckled\nwith soil and flecks of blood. His breathing CLOSELY MIKED --\nerratic. This man's in shock. The SOUNDS of INSECTS and\nANIMALS other-worldly. A blink.\n\nThen, the REVERSE ANGLE: staring up hundreds of BAMBOO\nSTALKS. Sunlight almost impenetrable through the dense\nforest.\n\nSLIGHTLY WIDER on the Man's face as he stares upward,\ndisoriented, stunned. 40-years-old. Fit. In normal\ncircumstances, one glance would make you feel confident in\nhim. Trusting. But here, now, he's the one in trauma.\n\nHis name is JACK.\n\nThen, a RUSTLING SOUND -- something COMING -- it gets LOUDER\nand Jack suddenly SNAPS his head to the side to see something\nappear through the thick bamboo foliage --\n\nA WHITE LABRADOR.\n\nCollar. Tags. It stops abruptly, twenty feet away from\nJack, looking at him. And for the first time, we PULL BACK\nTO A WIDE SHOT of the intense, alien-looking BAMBOO FOREST.\n\nThe dog just stares at Jack, who we now see wears a BUSINESS\nSUIT and lies on his back, caught in broken bamboo stalks.\nAnd Jack just stares back.\n\nIt's an odd tableau -- man and dog looking at each other,\nboth entirely out of place...\n\n2.\n\nFinally the Lab turns and huffs back into the jungle,\ndisappearing in the claustrophobic bamboo -- and Jack would\ncall out \"Wait\" if he could even think that clearly and he\nturns to sit up and it's a PAINFUL MOVE -- he manages to\nextricate himself from the plants -- and while still on his\nknees, he opens up his suit jacket to check out the source of\nhis pain. Something on his left side -- but we're so TIGHT\non his face that whatever he sees, we don't. Yet.\n\nHis reaction to his wound is more disappointed than\nterrified. He manages to get to his feet, feeling something\nin his jacket pocket. He reaches in... and pulls out a\nMINIATURE BOTTLE OF VODKA.\n\nAnd we HOLD ON his face as he looks at it... considering...\nhis heart beginning to POUND, his fear growing, as does a\nSOUND -- a FRIGHTENING, ODD SOUND -- something REVVING in the\ndistance -- SOMETHING LOUD -- and the horror of what he\nsuddenly understands far outweighs any physical pain. He\nmoves off --\n\nEXT. BAMBOO FOREST - DAY\n\nJack moves as fast as he can through the THICK BAMBOO -- and\nas he goes there's something that almost beckons to him -- he\nhurries through the thick growth, his determined eyes focused\non the thing he approaches -- and as he gets closer to it, we\nfinally see it:\n\nA WHITE TENNIS SHOE\n\nLaces untied, caught mid-fall in a bamboo tree, hanging by a\nbranch, twelve feet above ground. He stops for a moment,\nlooks at it. Again: THE LOUD REVVING -- but it's CLOSER NOW\n- and suddenly the most important thing in the world is that\nhe get there and fast -- so he's moving now, even faster than\nbefore -- through a straight-away miracle path, he's near\nSPRINTING now -- BREATHING QUICKLY, ERRATICALLY as he makes\nhis way --\n\nEXT. BRUSH - DAY\n\n-- and now he's running from bamboo into JUNGLE BRUSH --\nthick still, but there's some more sunlight and he's almost\nthere and finally he bursts out of the brush onto --\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\n-- and Jack runs up, finally stopping dead in an EXTREME\nCLOSEUP. He's bathed in SUNLIGHT now -- squinting at what he\nsees -- and we're just on his eyes.\n\n3.\n\nHOLD ON HIM, in shock, until he moves forward -- and IN THE\nSAME SHOT, we PAN AS HE MOVES -- 180 DEGREES UNTIL WE'RE\nBEHIND HIM, LOOKING OUT ON SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIC.\nOnly twenty yards away...\n\nA PLANE CRASH ON THE BEACH\n\n777 -- PASSENGER AIRLINER -- 250-Seater -- the MIDDLE SECTION\nof the fuselage PLOWED INTO THE SAND -- one WING STICKING\nSTRAIGHT UP, TOWERING SEVEN STORIES INTO THE SKY, sporadic\nSPARKS BURSTING FROM THE INVERTED ENGINE, showering down on\nthe absolute MAYHEM on the sand -- ANGLE -- and it is like a\nfucking WARZONE: scattered FIRES and wreckage -- DOZENS OF\nPEOPLE RUNNING ABOUT, some injured, others not -- they're\nhelping each other, SCREAMING -- their cries drowned out by\nthe SOUND and WIND caused by the ENORMOUS JET ENGINE -- no,\nnot the one on the wing pointing upward -- the other one --\nthe one on the INVERTED WING, now cracked off its brackets\nand resting at SAND LEVEL. And the ENGINE STILL REVS --\nSPASTICALLY, ERRATICALLY -- SPEWING COOLANT and SPARKS and\nSUCKING IN SAND every time it THROTTLES UP -- TIGHT ON JACK\nas he takes this in, overwhelmed -- knowing he's part of it --\nhis eyes WELL UP in fear -- sorrow -- confusion -- and he\nturns to look for help -- ANGLE -- but what he sees... is\nnothing. His look spans 360 degrees: there's only\nspectacular ocean, waves violently CRASHING as far as a half\nmile from shore -- a distant coastline -- then MOUNTAINS --\njagged, 2000-foot high peeks -- a deep valley of JUNGLE --\nthen his eyes are back on the horror of the CRASH -- ANGLE --\nwhere DOZENS OF LIVES are in the balance -- and all at once\nhe knows that some -- perhaps most -- will die if he doesn't\ntake action -- and so he does --\n\nEXT. CRASH SITE - DAY\n\nChaos. Terror. Smoke, fumes, fire -- people desperately\ntrying to help each other -- running, screaming -- everything\nhappening at once --\nA8\nA8 ANGLE\nAnd amid the madness, the JET ENGINE MOMENTARILY REVS DOWN --\nenough to HEAR A MAN'S SCREAM -- Jack turns to the source: a\nMAN is caught -- STUCK UNDERNEATH two rows of airplane seats -\n- ten feet to the side of the malfunctioning engine --\n\nJack hurries across the insanity toward the man -- flash\npassing pieces of conversation as he runs --\n\nKOREAN MAN\n(searching for his wife)\n-- SUN!!! SUN!!!\n\n4.\n\nMAN #1 WOMAN #2\n-- GET AWAY FROM THE GAS!!! -- SHE WAS RIGHT HERE! I\nSTAY OVER THERE!!! DON'T KNOW!\n\nMAN #2\nI NEED SOME HELP! PLEASE--!\nB8\nB8 ANGLE\n-- Jack races past a pretty 20-year-old girl who we HOLD ON\nfor a moment -- she just stands there, SCREAMING LIKE A\nMOTHERFUCKER. We'll meet her later.\n\nANGLE C8\nC8\nJack gets to the man stuck under the seats -- he's too close\nto the terrifying, LOUD ENGINE -- which is still so hot that\nHEAT RIPPLES can be seen behind Jack -- who sweats now as he\ntries to LIFT THE ROW OF SEATS off the man --\n\nWith the DEAFENING VOLUME of the jet drowning out any\ndialogue, we see Jack YELLING for TWO MEN close by (one of\nthem is LOCKE, 58, someone else we'll get to know in a bit) --\nthey run over and help -- and the three STRAIN HARD as they\nlift the chair sections off -- Jack then moves to the man --\nwhose leg BLEEDS SEVERELY.\n\nJack rips off his tie, immediately goes to business the way\nonly a man with medical training could: he begins making a\nTOURNIQUET, tying the injured man's leg off --\nD8\nD8 ANGLE\nAs he ties the leg, Jack looks up to see a whole mess of\nsimultaneous emergencies -- including a 60-year-old WOMAN in\na PEACH BLOUSE, who lies unconscious with a 30-year-old MAN\ndesperately trying to revive her --\n\nWHIP PAN\n\nacross the beach of debris to a PREGNANT WOMAN, on her knees,\nstruggling to stand, but with no one to help --\n\nANGLE E8\nE8\nJack then yells to the two Men he's with to take the\nTourniquet Man to safety -- and Jack RUNS -- OVER THE WING,\n\nBEHIND THE MONSTROUS REVVING ENGINE --\n\nover to the Australian Pregnant Woman (CLAIRE) -- he helps\nher up -- helps her walk -- but she stumbles again, strains:\n\n5.\n\nCLAIRE\n-- I'm having contractions--\n\nJack helps her lie down--\n\nJACK\n-- that's not ideal... how many months\npregnant are you--?\n\nCLAIRE\n(crying)\n-- almost eight months--\nF8\nF8 ANGLE\n-- and he glances up, checking on the unconscious 60-year-old\nWoman in the peach blouse, the 30-year-old Man still trying\nto revive her -- though his eyes are there, he asks Claire:\n\nANGLE G8\nG8\nJACK CLAIRE\n-- how far apart are they--? -- I don't know, a few of 'em\njust happened--\n\nAND WE CUT BACK\n\nto the two Men, carrying Tourniquet Man away from --\n\nTHE LOUD ENGINE\n\n-- and they're at a safe distance -- that's when ANOTHER MAN,\nhis back to us -- someone we haven't seen -- runs past us,\njust in front of the massive engine -- just as it REVS FULL\nBLAST -- AND THE MAN GETS SUCKED INTO THE ENGINE AND JUST AS\nHE HITS THE BLADES WE CUT BACK TO:\n\nJACK\n\nWith Claire as the engine EXPLODES in the distance behind\nthem -- camera ROCKED, Claire SCREAMS, Jack COVERS Claire\nwith his body as debris falls -- LITTERING THE SITE WITH\nPIECES OF FIERY DEBRIS.\n\nANGLE\n\nAt least the HORRIBLE ENGINE NOISE IS GONE now -- and with\nJack's horrified face close to Claire's, he forces himself to\nappear calm -- to his focus on her:\n\n6.\n\nJACK CLAIRE\n-- listen to me-- listen to (suddenly, winces,\nme, you're gonna be okay -- scared)\ndo you understand? But you -- there-- God, that's a big\nneed to lie absolutely st-- one--\n\nJACK\n-- okay --\n(looks up, calls out:)\nYOU!\n\nThe random person who turns is a MAN -- a large guy, more or\nless frozen in terror -- this is HURLEY.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nCOME HERE!\nHURLEY JACK\n-- the-- the plane crashed-- Yeah, I know -- get over\nhere!\n\nAnd Hurley does -- in this moment he might just follow anyone\nanywhere -- Jack rips off his watch, gives it to him:\n\nJACK (CONT'D) HURLEY\n-- I need you to get this -- okay-- okay--\nwoman away from these fumes! -- you gotta be kidding me --\nTake her over there! -- Then\nstay with her! Don't let her\nmove! If her contractions\noccur closer than three\nminutes apart, call out for\nme!\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n(with bedside manner, to Claire)\nI'll be back soon.\n\nCLAIRE\n-- thank you--\n\nJack's already up-- Hurley calling out:\n\nHURLEY\n-- hey, what's your name?!\n\nAnd here it is, the first time we've heard it:\n\nJACK\nJack!\n\nAnd Hurley turns back to Claire, who says, crying:\n\n7.\n\nCLAIRE\n-- I'm sorry --\n\nHurley quickly begins helping Claire up -- and though\nterrified, he tries to comfort her --\n\nHURLEY\n-- don't be sorry -- this wasn't your\nfault--\n\nWITH JACK NOW\n\n-- as he runs to the unconscious 60-year-old Peach Blouse\nWoman (ROSE) -- immediately taking over for the 30-year-old,\nwhose name is BOONE:\nJACK BOONE\n-- stop -- her head's not\ntilted far back enough -- -- are you sure? I'm a\nyou're blowing air into her lifeguard! I'm licensed!\nstomach--\n(as he does the work)\n-- you seriously need to\nthink about giving back that\nlicense --\n\nAnd Jack's performing it now on Rose the way it should be --\nbreath, breath, pump, pump, pump --\n\nBOONE\nThat's exactly what I was doing!\n\nANGLE - HURLEY AND CLAIRE\n\nAs Hurley moves with Claire to an area on the other side of\nthe plane -- Claire lying down again, in pain, on the sand.\n\nANGLE - JACK AND ROSE\n\nAs he keeps trying CPR on her -- Boone watching --\nBOONE JACK\n-- hey man, she's still not (just get the fuck outta\nbreathing! here)\n(then) -- yeah, good idea -- you go\nMaybe we need to do one of get me a pen!\nthose hole things -- where\nyou stick a pen in her\nthroat?\n\n8.\n\nAnd Boone hurries off -- Jack, just relieved to be rid of\nhim, goes back to Rose -- trying to bring her back -- when\nsuddenly: WREEEEEEEEEEORRRRRR!!! -- a LOUD METALLIC WHINE\nwhich makes Jack TURN AROUND to look --\n\nDear God, it's --\n\nTHE FUCKING WING\n\n-- THE 75-FOOT WING POINTING TOWARD GOD -- IT'S ACTUALLY\nBENDING AT THE FUSELAGE WHERE IT'S CRACKED -- IT'S STOPPED\nFOR THE MOMENT, BUT IT'S CLEAR: THIS THING IS MOMENTS AWAY\nFROM CRASHING DOWN UPON THE SAND -- WHIP PAN down to the sand\n-- WHERE HURLEY AND CLAIRE REST ON THE SAND, oblivious -- and\nin the direct path of the enormous metallic WING FULL OF FUEL\n-- HORRIFIED --\n\nJACK WORKS ON THE WOMAN FASTER NOW\n\nJACK\n-- come on! Come on!\n\nAND THE WING BENDS AGAIN --\n\nabout to go -- a SHOT FROM ABOVE THE WING -- FUEL SPRAYING\nFROM IT --\n\nJACK KEEPS PUMPING -- PUMPING --\n\nSuddenly ROSE GASPS FOR BREATH -- horrified, disoriented, but\nALIVE --\n\nANGLE\n\nSeeing this, Jack's already RUNNING NOW as the WING BENDS\nAGAIN -- CRACKS MORE -- and as Jack runs he yells out:\n\nJACK\nMOVE! MOVE!\n\nHurley turns -- sees Jack approach -- Hurley's confused:\n\nHURLEY\nYou -- you said don't move!\n\nJACK\nGO, GET HER UP!!! NOW!!!\n\nHURLEY TURNS -- SEES THE WING -- WEEEEEEEEEEEEORRRRRRR!!!\n\n9.\n\nHURLEY SCREAMS AS THE WING STARTS TO GO -- a LONG LENS SHOT\nas JACK ARRIVES -- GRABS THEM, PULLS THEM TO THEIR FEET AND\nRUSHES THEM AWAY AS THE WING FALLS RIGHT BEHIND THEM LIKE A\nTIPPING REDWOOD TREE --\n\n-- AND THE WING SMASHES TO THE GROUND\n\nLANDING ON pieces of FIERY ENGINE DEBRIS and KA-BOOOOOOOM!!!\nTHE WING EXPLODES -- AN ENORMOUS BLAST -- pieces of FIERY\nMETAL RAIN EVERYWHERE --\n\nJACK\n\ninstinctively protecting Claire, SCARED BUT DETERMINED --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n-- you okay?\n\nShe nods -- fast --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n(to Hurley)\nStay with her.\n\nHURLEY\n(out of breath)\nDude, I'm not goin' anywhere.\n\nJack gets up and moves off --\n\nEXT. CRASH SITE - DAY\n\nNow we're LONG LENS as Jack walks through the wreckage scene\n-- amid smoldering piles of debris, and People helping each\nother. Things seem to finally be calming down.\n\nJACK SCANS THE AREA\n\nlooking to make sure there's nothing that needs an urgent\nresponse. He finds one MAN, 45 in a suit, who lies on the\nground, unconscious. BLEEDING BADLY from the head. Jack\npulls open the Man's jacket -- TO REVEAL A PIECE OF METAL\nSHRAPNEL STUCK INTO HIS STOMACH.\n\nSeeing this, Jack's eyes go flush with concern. He checks\nSHRAPNEL MAN's pulse -- pulls open his eyelids. Jack\ndelicately removes the man's jacket, drapes it over him,\nforming a makeshift BLANKET. Jack turns to the ripped-open\nend of the fuselage -- where first class and the cockpit\nwould normally be --\n\n10.\n\nINT. FUSELAGE - DAY\n\nINSIDE the fuselage, looking out, the tumultuous OCEAN framed\nby this giant shattered aluminum tube. It's a disorienting\nshot, since the plane is BANKED ON ITS SIDE. At this angle,\nSEATS are on a SIDE WALL, the wreckage-strewn floor actually\na long row of windows.\n\nAnd Jack appears, looking into the fuselage -- and we PUSH IN\nON HIM. What Jack sees -- despite his ER training -- sickens\nhim. Then Boone arrives, urgent, holding a HANDFUL OF PENS.\n\nBOONE\n-- I didn't know which one would work\nbest.\n\nFor a long beat, Jack's eyes don't leave the fuselage.\nFinally he looks at Boone. And the pens. And tears well in\nJack's eyes -- the whole experience finally catching up to\nhim. Jack takes all of the pens, saying, softly,\nemotionally, kindly:\n\nJACK\n... they're all good. Thanks...\n\nAnd Jack walks off, past Boone, who turns, watching Jack go.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nA fifty-yard distance from the wreckage, a fellow survivor\nstands here, staring almost angrily at the wrecked plane.\nHe's 35, handsome, with a cocky, self-centered vibe. And he's\nsmoking. Meet SAWYER.\n\nA few others recover about here -- including another Man, who\napproaches. 25. English rocker. Self-deprecating --\nsomewhere between an adult and a child. This is CHARLIE.\nThese two have never spoken.\nCHARLIE SAWYER\n-- you, uh... s'cuse me, ya -- you sure you want me to\nsure you should be smoking--? shove my foot up your ass?\n\nA beat.\n\nCHARLIE\nOkay. Excellent, just... thought I'd\nraise it.\n\nCharlie walks off. A beat later, he returns --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\n-- mind if I... bum one then? Thanks...\n\n11.\n\nCharlie takes a cig from tough Sawyer, then walks off.\n\nEXT. CRASH SITE - DAY\n\nMUSIC: Synthesizer DRONE. A surreal post-disaster moment.\nLONG LENS SHOT as Jack, for the first time appearing\nvulnerable -- perhaps even weak -- near the jet's open CARGO\nDOOR. He rummages through a stranger's SUITCASE... other\nbags he's already searched beside it. As he ZIPS open\nsomeone's TOILETRY BAG --\n\nEXT. BEACH WOODS - DAY\n\nA cluster of trees off the beach. The SHATTERED JET barely\nvisible in the distance. Jack walks in here, getting away\nfrom the others.\n\nTIGHT SHOTS as he sets down, on a large rock, a TRAVEL SEWING\nKIT. A LIGHTER. A T-shirt.\n\nAnd in some pain, Jack pulls off his jacket -- revealing an\nenormous BLOOD STAIN and RIP on the side of his shirt. He\ncarefully removes his shirt. Looks down at the LARGE SLASH --\nA DEEP SIX INCH CUT STARTING ON HIS LEFT SIDE AND RUNNING TO\nHIS BACK.\n\nChrist, he did all that with this crash wound.\n\nHe twists, trying to figure out how best to sew himself up.\nHe angles around -- can't find a good way to approach this.\nAnd we watch him for a long beat, feeling for Jack as he\ntries to solve this painful puzzle. Frustrated but needing\nhelp, Jack looks around -- we pop to a TIGHT SHOT as he sees\nsomething off-camera. Something that makes him stop...\n\n... and we see his point of view: walking, slowly, seemingly\naimless through the brush, is a WOMAN. She's thirty feet\naway, her back to us. Jack watches her for a moment. Then\nhe calls out:\n\nJACK\nExcuse me!\n\nAnd this woman turns. Her face pale, ghostly. Wracked in\nstress. Eyes wet. This is KATE. Pretty, 26 years-old.\nSmart. Trustworthy. And, in all the important ways,\nentirely untested.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nD'y'ever use a needle?\n\nAnd Kate just stares at him for a moment, disoriented.\n\n12.\n\nKATE\n... d-- what?\n\nJACK\nHave you ever patched up a pair of jeans?\n\nKATE\n(beat, about to cry)\n... I... I made the drapes in my\napartment--?\n\nJACK\nThat's fantastic -- d'you have a second?\nI need a little help.\n\nKate takes a post-traumatic-stress-disorder beat, then moves\nforward, through the trees. She arrives at Jack.\n\nKATE\n... help with what?\n\nAnd Jack turns, SHOWING HER THE WOUND.\n\nJACK\nThis.\n\nAnd her eyes just close.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nI'd do it myself-- I'm a doctor -- but I\njust can't reach it.\n\nKATE\n(eyes closed)\nYou want me to sew that up.\nJACK KATE\nIt's just like drapes, same -- no, I used a sewing\nthing-- machine on the drapes--\n\nJACK\nYou can do this, I'm telling you. If you\nwouldn't mind.\n\nA beat. Finally Kate snaps into agreement: she'll do it.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n-- thank you --\n\nAnd Jack pulls from his pocket the mini bottle of VODKA.\nHolds it out to her, as if offering a drink. Odd. Then:\n\n13.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nIt's for your hands.\n\nUnderstanding now, she takes the vodka, cleans her hands with\nit.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nSave some for me.\n(off her look; smiles)\nThe wound.\n\nShe nods, gives back the half empty bottle as he gives her\nthe needle and thread:\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou're gonna have to sterilize the\nneedle.\n\nShe takes the stuff, using the lighter to heat the needle.\n\nJack sits on the rock, sucks in a sharp intake of breath as\nhe pours the remaining vodka over his wound -- it fucking\nSTINGS --\n\nKate's finished with the needle -- considers the SIX COLORS\nOF THREAD in the travel sewing kit.\n\nKATE\nAny, uh... color preference?\n\nJack looks at her -- there it was, the first flash of her\npersonality.\n\nJACK\nStandard black.\n\nKate nods, trying to stay cool, pulling out a length of black\nthread and threads the needle. Kate then kneels beside him --\nand after a beat she starts to sew his skin. Then:\n\nKATE\nSo I might throw up on you.\n\nJACK\n(it hurts, but:)\nYou're doing fine.\n\nHe watches her, this pretty young woman he doesn't know,\nstitching him back together again, trying to keep her\ncomposure. CLOSE ON her hands. No jewelry, no watch.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou live in New York?\n\n14.\n\nGod, she just wants to lose it. But she doesn't.\n\nKATE\n... I used to. I've been in New Zealand.\nAbout a year.\n\nJACK\n... how come?\n\nKATE\nOh, I just... had to get away.\n\nJACK\n(... beat)\nSo what were you doing in New Zealand?\n\nKATE\nEverything. Feels like.\n\nJACK\nLike what-- I'll appreciate any\ndistraction.\n\nKATE\nI was, uh... mixing paint for a while.\nAt a hardware store. I worked for a\nveterinarian, in Lumsden.\n\nJACK\nLumsden.\n\nKATE\nM-hm. I was an au pair for a few months.\nI worked on a farm--\n\n-- and suddenly Kate is crying. It just caught up to her,\nthat's all. And she weeps, resting her head on the back of\nher hand. Jack suddenly feels guilty, watching this kind\nstranger weep. So he speaks, quietly, sweetly:\nJACK KATE\n... hey... hey, listen, I can -- no. No, I'm okay.\nget someone else to do this--\n\nAnd Kate gathers her strength -- shows a small sign that\nshe's not someone to give up. She SNIFFLES, gathers herself.\nKnows she must. She continues sewing.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nYou don't seem afraid at all. I don't\nunderstand that.\n\n15.\n\nJACK\nFear's sort of an odd thing. It's like\nan in-law who just drops in. You don't\nlike it, but you can't just get rid of\nit. It's a struggle. But you have to\nlearn to deal with it or it'll make you\ninsane.\n\nKATE\nI haven't had much success with fear.\n\nSensing she needs some help as she works on him, Jack offers:\n\nJACK\nWhen I was in residency, my first solo\nprocedure was a spinal surgery on a\nsixteen year-old kid. Girl.\n(beat)\nAt the end of it -- thirteen hours later -\nI was closing her up... and I... I\naccidentally ripped her dural sack -- you\nknow what that is?\n\nKate has stopped sewing, now staring at him.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nIt's at the base of the spine, where all\nthe nerves come together. Membrane as\nthin as tissue. So it ripped open -- the\nnerves just spilled out like angel hair\npasta-- her spinal fluid flowing out and\nI just... froze. 'Cause I knew. If I\ndidn't get those nerves back in that sack\nand sew it up... those thirteen hours\nwere for nothing, that girl would be\nparalyzed. I had about a minute.\n(beat)\nAnd all the assistants were just watching\nme, I could feel their eyes. And the\nterror was so... crazy, so real... and I\nknew I had to deal with it. So I just\nmade a choice. I'd let the fear in. Let\nit take over. Let it do its thing.\n(looks at Kate)\nBut only for five seconds. That's all I\nwas gonna give it. So I started to count\nto five. I could feel it inside -- like\nwhen you drink a milkshake on a hot day.\n(beat)\nOne, two, three, four, five.\n(beat)\nAnd it was gone. I got back to work.\nSewed her up. She was fine.\n\n16.\n\nKate breathes again, returns to stitching him.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nI think everyone has something like that.\nA moment where you establish your\nrelationship with fear. And either you\nlearn to deal with it... or you don't.\n\nFrom Kate, a little, sad laugh:\n\nKATE\nIf that had been me... I think I would've\nrun for the closest door.\n\nJACK\nNo, I don't think that's true.\n(then)\nYou're not running now.\n\nAnd Kate stops -- looks up at him. Her eyes clearly saying,\n\"Oh yes I am.\"\n\nEXT. CRASH SITE - DUSK\n\nThe sun drops below the horizon. The sky turning a\nmiraculous purple-red.\n\nClaire watches the sunset.\n\nAt another part of the beach, Locke watches the sunset.\n\nOMITTED\n\nANGLE - THE LARGE BONFIRE - DUSK\n\nA MAN WANDERS into frame. Stops. Checks his CELL PHONE.\nHolds it in the air. Takes another few steps. Checks it\nagain. This ritual has been going on for awhile.\n\nCAMERA PULLS BACK past a 40 year-old Middle Eastern man,\nSAYID, along with Boone (the former lifeguard) and a few\nothers, throw PALM FRONDS to make it even bigger. Sayid\nturns -- sees Charlie (our English rocker), sitting alone,\nclutching his legs, looking like he's got the chills.\n\nSAYID\nYou! What's your name?\n\nCharlie's head snaps to Sayid:\n\nCHARLIE\n-- what-- sorry-- Charlie.\n\n17.\n\nSAYID\nCharlie, we need some help with the fire!\nNo one will see it if it isn't big!\n\nCHARLIE\n(getting up, helping)\n-- right! I'm on it! What's your name?\nSAYID CHARLIE\nSayid. -- Sayid! I am on it, Sayid!\n\nTRACK CHARLIE as he goes for more fronds -- CAMERA STOPPING\nON ROSE, the woman Jack resuscitated, who sits on the sand\nnear the fire, a blanket wrapped around her. Lit by the\nfire, she's taking a man's WEDDING BAND and stringing it into\nher necklace, turning the ring into a pendant.\n\nFIVE BONFIRES - NIGHT\n\nSpread out across the beach, groups of EIGHT to TWELVE\nSURVIVORS huddle around them. And we get a sense now of how\nmany have survived: forty-seven people. One of the fires is\nparticularly big --\n\nANGLE - A KOREAN COUPLE\n\n30's. Her name is SUN, his is JIN. Both scratched up,\nneither seriously wounded. She sits, he kneels before her,\nholding her face in his hands. Talks to her IN KOREAN, deeply\ncaring. She's just nodding, agreeing with whatever it is he\nasks. Those who speak Korean understand:\n\nJIN\n(in KOREAN)\nI want you to stay in my sight at all\ntimes. If I walk away, you follow. We\nneed to stay together, do you understand\nme? We cannot be apart.\n-- and as he continues, Hurley CROSSES FRAME -- we FOLLOW HIM\nNOW. He carries two dozen THAWED-OUT AIRPLANE MEALS. He\narrives at:\n\nCLAIRE\nThe pregnant woman, who sits in a\ndisembodied Business Class chair on the\nbeach. She rests comfortably.\nRelatively speaking, she's doing fine.\nHurley offers her a meal:\n\nHURLEY\nHungry?\n\n18.\n\nCLAIRE\n(sweetly, taking it)\n-- yeah. Thank you.\n\nHURLEY\n(re: contractions)\nAny more, uh... you know, baby stuff?\n\nCLAIRE\nNo. No... I'm all right.\n\nHurley's glad. Hands her some plastic silverware:\n\nHURLEY\nHang in there.\n\nCLAIRE\nYeah. You too.\n\nHurley nods confidently and walks off.\n\nEXT. BEACH - NIGHT\n\nSHANNON (the 20 year-old girl who was just screaming her ass\noff before) sits on the beach beside a small FIRE, painting\nher toenails, of all things. She's composed now, but still\ncoming down from the experience.\n\nAfter a beat, Boone sits closely beside her on the sand,\nfacing her. Watches her paint her toenails. There's\nsomething clear here: there's enormous animosity between\nthem. Regardless, he offers her a chocolate bar.\n\nSHANNON\nAs if I'm gonna start eating chocolate.\n\nHe wants to kill her.\n\nBOONE\nHow are your toenails coming.\n\nSHANNON\nThey're fine, thanks.\n\nA beat. Boone stares at her.\n\nBOONE\nShannon, we might be here a while.\n\nSHANNON\nI can go a day without eating if I have\nto.\n\n19.\n\nBOONE\nWe might be here longer than a day.\n\n20.\n\nSHANNON\nThe plane had a black box, idiot. They\nknow exactly where we are, they're\ncoming.\n(beat, then:)\nLemme guess. You don't think they are.\n\nBOONE\nNo, I'm pretty sure they're not.\n\nSHANNON\nWhy.\n\nBOONE\nBecause you're so sure they are.\n\nSHANNON\nYou're such an ass.\n\nBOONE\nWhile that may be true, I am still -- I\nswear to God for reasons I will never\nunderstand -- concerned about your\nsurvival.\n\nAnd he offers the candy bar again. Shannon just looks at him.\nAll resentment. And while she's hungry, she says:\n\nSHANNON\nI'll eat on the rescue boat.\n\nShe goes back to her nails. Boone knows that's a pipe dream.\nResenting her in equal measure, he rips open the bar and\nstarts eating.\n\nEXT. SHORE - NIGHT\n\nLocke, the man Jack recruited to help save Shrapnel Man, sits\non a piece of curved jet wreckage, which almost looks like a\nmodernist sculpture. Locke just stares out at the crashing\nwater. Eyes fixed on the nothingness out there. Hurley\napproaches.\n\nHURLEY\nWe got chicken or lasagna.\n\nA long beat. Locke doesn't move. Finally:\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nThey're not cooked, but they can't be\nworse cold than they were heated.\n\nLocke doesn't look away from the night sea. A beat.\n\n21.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nHello?\n\nBut Locke still doesn't respond.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nOkay, you too.\n\nAnd Hurley just walks off.\n\nEXT. BEACH - NIGHT\n\nRIIIIIP: Jack rips open Shrapnel Man's shirt. The metal piece\nstill embedded in this breathing-but-unconscious man's belly.\nIt's a dirty, bloody mess. Jack kneels over him, checking the\nwound. Kate sits close, watching intently. BONFIRES in the\nbackground.\n\nKATE\n-- why aren't you removing that?\n\nJACK\nBecause it could be holding his stomach\ntogether. Pulling this out could cause\nmore damage than leaving it until help\ncomes.\n(then)\nHis head wound's bad too.\n\nKATE\n... is he gonna live?\n\nJACK\nI could tell you a lot more if there was\na CAT scan around.\n\nKate can't take her eyes off the Man. Jack turns to her and\nsees this. Realizes there's a connection between them:\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n... do you know him?\n\nKATE\n(beat, staring)\n... he was sitting next to me.\n\nAnd Jack feels for her. Wishes he could fix all of this.\n\nBut he can't.\n\n22.\n\nEXT. BEACH - NIGHT\n\nNow we FAVOR a nine year-old boy -- WALT -- who lies here, on\nhis side, covered in layers of clothing to keep him warm. His\neyes are open, staring off. His father, MICHAEL, 32, lies\nbeside him.\n\nMICHAEL\nHey. Walt. Sure you're warm enough?\n\nWALT\n(a whisper)\n... yeah.\n\nMichael wants to make it better for his son -- somehow -- but\nhe can't think of one thing to do or say. Finally:\n\nMICHAEL\nLove you.\n\nAnd we just hold. Walt not saying a thing.\n\nEXT. NIGHT SKY - NIGHT\n\nImagine the most spectacular view of the stars visible from\nEarth.\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nWe must've been close to 40,000 feet when\nit happened.\n\nThen a crude MODEL OF A PLANE appears -- maybe eight inches\nlong, CUT out of that BANANA LEAF, and held by Jack's HAND.\n\nJACK (O.S.) (CONT'D)\nWhen we hit a pocket of dead air.\n\nNow we see that we are:\n\nEXT. BEACH - NIGHT\n\nBonfires and other survivors in the distance. Jack and Kate\nare together here, using a piece of wreckage as a table. Jack\nholds the model plane, re-enacting the re-crash moments,\ntrying to make sense of it all. Kate's hands are clasped at\nher mouth as she watches, closely, intensely.\n\nJACK\nWe dropped. Must've been two-hundred\nfeet. The turbulence that followed... by\nfar the worst I've ever been through...\nbut turbulence doesn't bring down planes.\n(beat)\n(MOR E)\n\n23.\n\nJAC K (CONT'D)\nElectrical power came in and out. Sounded\nlike the hydraulics went out. It was\npretty clear what was happening.\n(beat)\nHow long would you say that lasted?\n\nKATE\n... five minutes?\n\nJACK\nYeah, that's what I was thinking...\n(beat)\nThere was too much stress on the\nstructure of the plane.\n(beat)\nThat's when the tail broke away.\n\nAnd Jack snaps off the tail -- he now, slowly, turns the\nfuselage, rolling it -- and you can imagine how terrifying\nthis actually was -- as he does this, Kate watches the model,\ntears in her eyes.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n-- we were out of control. We actually\nwent up for a while. Then dropping...\nflipping...\n(then, it occurs to him)\nWhat row where you in?\n\nKATE\n... 25.\n\nJACK\n\n(then)\n\n... I blacked out.\n\nAnd God, this is the worst memory of all time. Still, Kate\nfights for her composure as she says:\n\nKATE\n(unfortunately)\nI didn't.\n(beat, with dread)\nI saw the whole thing. We were falling...\nI knew the tail was gone. I couldn't make\nmyself look back.\n(then)\nThen the... the front section came apart.\n\nJack rips off the nose section -- slowly cartwheeling the\nleaf model...\n\n24.\n\nJACK\n-- did it hit something?\n\nKATE\nIt might have.\n(beat, wipes away a tear)\nWe crashed maybe five seconds later.\n\nAnd Jack lets the model come down -- in a position resembling\nwhat we saw at the opening. The ANGLE IS LOW NOW -- MACRO --\nit looks like the opening in model form. Jack considers this.\nSort of studies the image, trying to figure it out.\n\nJACK\nThe front end of the fuselage isn't on\nthe beach. Neither's the tail. I woke up\nabout five hundred yards away from the\nbeach... must've fallen out while the\nfuselage was cartwheeling...\n(realizes his own amazing luck;\nthen)\nWe need to figure out which way we came\nin.\n\nKATE\nWhy.\n\nJACK\nBecause there's a chance we could find\nthe cockpit. If it's still intact, there\ncould be a transceiver. That would let us\nsend a signal, help a rescue party find\nus.\n\nKATE\n(a little bit of awe)\nHow do you know all that?\n\nJACK\nI took a couple of flying lessons.\n(forces a smile)\nWasn't for me.\n\nKATE\nI saw some smoke. From the beach -- about\na mile inland.\n(pointing)\n-- through the valley. From the jungle,\nthere.\n\nJACK\n-- where?\n\n25.\n\nHis eyes on the blackness of the night. As he stares, in his\ngut knowing it's the cockpit, Kate says:\n\nKATE\nIf you're going for the cockpit, I'm\ngoing with you.\n(determined)\nWe'll leave as soon as it's light.\n\nJack can't help but delight in this resolute young woman.\n\nJACK\nI don't know your name.\n\nKATE\nI'm Kate.\n\nJACK\nJack.\n(smiles)\nSo what were you doing in Sydney?\n\nNow that the topic of conversation has shifted, Kate stiffens\nmomentarily. Then --\n\nKATE\nI was just flying through. I've been in\nNew Zealand.\n\nJACK\nYeah? Doing what?\n\nKATE\nEverything. Feels like.\n(off Jack's curiosity)\nI was, uh... mixing paint for a while. At\na hardware store. I worked for a\nveterinarian, in Lumsden.\n\nJACK\nLumsden.\n\nKATE\n(enough about me, pal)\nSo what's up with the tattoos, Jack? You\none of those really hardcore spinal\nsurgeons or what?\n\nNow it's JACK's turn to stiffen. But before he can answer --\n\nMWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Jack and Kate turn --\nlistening to --\n\n26.\n\nA SOUND.\n\nFUCKING INDESCRIBABLE -- UNLIKE ANYTHING WE'VE EVER HEARD\nBEFORE -- TERRIFYINGLY PRIMITIVE -- PROFOUNDLY DISTURBING.\n\nOTHER SURVIVORS\nTurn in the distance, looking, scared as\nKate enters frame in FOREGROUND -- in\nEXTREME CLOSEUP --\n\nKATE\n(at a whisper)\n... what was that...?\n\nAnd Jack walks up behind her, looking out -- with no answer --\n\nOMITTED\n\nANGLE - LOCKE\n\nPUSH IN ON HIM as he turns back toward the jungle -- seated,\nas he has been for hours, staring out to sea. Locke doesn't\nseem scared as much as accepting of whatever challenge this\nis. This guy's somehow accepted his mortality in a way that\ncan only, inevitably, be frightening.\n\nANGLE - WALT AND MICHAEL\n\nThe boy's sitting up -- eagerly reacting to the sound --\nsomehow HOPEFUL -- Michael seen behind him, concerned -- both\nlooking toward the distant jungle --\n\nWALT\n-- I think that's Vincent --\n\nMICHAEL\n(beat, afraid)\n-- that's not Vincent --\n\nANGLE - CLAIRE\n\nMid-way through her meal, Claire is turned, eyes on the\ndistant jungle valley --\n\nCLAIRE\n-- did anyone hear that sound--?\n\nDOLLY to find Hurley, getting to his feet and moving forward.\n\nHURLEY\n... I think, uh... unfortunately all of\nus did.\n\n27.\n\nSuddenly -- THE SOUND AGAIN -- and -- WORSE -- Hurley TURNS\ntoward the source of the SOUND --\n\nANGLE - TREES\n\nDistant 50-foot tall TREES SWAY -- hundreds of yards away --\nPAN to Jack and Kate -- who step forward -- moving closer to\nthe scary SOUND --\n\nANGLE - SHANNON AND BOONE\n\nSitting, but already alert --\n\nSHANNON\n-- okay... this isn't funny--\n\nBoone gets up -- moves to get closer to maybe see something --\nShannon is on her feet, pissed --\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\n-- Boone -- wait--!\n\nANGLE - SAYID AND CHARLIE\n\n-- and the Others at the bonfire -- start to move toward the\nnoise --\n\nANGLE - THE GROUP\n\nAnd all of the characters we've met so far gather on the\nbeach -- in a sort of tiered way -- Jack and Kate near the\nfront. There's a long silence, all of them watching... afraid\n-- then, suddenly, GASPS as all their heads simultaneously\nTURN to --\n\nANOTHER PART OF THE JUNGLE --\n\nwhere a SERIES OF DISTANT TREES SWAY as if something SCARY\nBIG is moving -- A FEW ACRES IN SECONDS -- this huge THING --\nwhatever the hell it is -- seems to be disappearing into the\njungle --\n\n-- AN WE HOLD ON OUR TERRIFIED MAIN CHARACTERS\n\nfor a long beat... until finally...\n\nCHARLIE\nTerrific.\n\nCUT TO BLACK.\n\nEND ACT ONE\n\n28.\n\nACT TWO\n\nFADE IN:\n\nTHOUSANDS OF FEET ABOVE PURE TURQUOISE OCEAN, STRETCHING FOR\nMILES AND MILES AND MILES -- MOVING OVER AN ENDLESS EXPANSE\nOF BLUE.\n\nAnd we begin to PULL BACK TO REVEAL:\n\nINT. PLANE - FLYING - DAY\n\nThis was Jack's POV -- as he still stares out the window,\ncontemplating something pretty heavy. Then:\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1\n\n... how's the drink?\n\nJack turns -- looking up at the pretty, Australian FLIGHT\nATTENDANT.\n\nJACK\n(bad)\nIt's good.\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1\n\nThat wasn't a very strong reaction.\n\nJACK\nIt's not a very strong drink.\n\nSo she slips a couple MINI-BOTTLES of VODKA from her cart to\nJack.\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1\n(quiet, playful)\nShh.\n\nJACK\n(leans in, sotto,\nconspiratorial)\nThis of course breaks some critical FAA\nregulations --\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1\nI saw you when you got on. Giving your\nfirst class ticket to that older lady.\n\nJACK\nOh, I wasn't being sweet. She guilted me\ninto it. She's like six-hundred years old\nand says she's never flown before.\n(MOR E)\n\n29.\n\nJAC K (CONT'D)\n(gimme a break)\nCome on.\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1\nYou think it's all an act?\n\nJACK\nI'm pretty sure.\n\nSmiling, she walks off, toward the rear of the plane -- where\nshe has words with another Passenger a few rows back. Jack is\nsmiling too, hoping she'll be back again soon. Pleased, Jack\ntwists open one of the bottles, empties it into his DRINK.\nDOWNS the whole thing.\n\nHe puts the other mini-bottle into his jacket pocket.\n\nUnbuckles his seatbelt, gets out of his seat just as CHARLIE\nquickly pushes past, heading toward the front of the plane at\na swift clip -- a man on a mission --\n\nCHARLIE\nSorry...\n\nROSE\nGuess he really had to go.\n\nJack smiles at ROSE seated across the row from him. Of course\nhe has no idea that he will, in short order, save this\nwoman's life.\n\nSuddenly: light TURBULENCE. Just a little. No big deal. DING -\n- \"FASTEN SEATBELTS\" LIGHTS UP. Jack becomes visibly tense,\ndoes his best not to let it show --\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT'S VOICE\n\nLadies and gentleman, the pilot has turned on the fasten\nseatbelts sign -- please return to your seats with your\nseatbelts fastened...\n\nJack glances at Rose, nervously clutching her armrest.\n\nJACK\nIt's normal.\n\nROSE\n(grateful)\n... oh, I know.\n(then)\nI've just never been a good flier. My\nhusband always reminds me that planes\nwant to be in the air.\n\n30.\n\nJACK\nWell he sounds like a smart man.\n\nROSE\n(smiles)\nYou be sure and tell him that when he\ngets back from the bathroom.\n\nThe plane SHAKES again. Jack smiles at Rose... and we almost\nget the sense it's easier for him to focus on her fear than\ndeal with his own --\n\nJACK\nI'll keep you company 'til he does.\n(clicks seatbelt)\nDon't worry, it'll be over in a --\n\nAND THE PLANE DROPS TWO HUNDRED FEET IN TWO SECONDS --\nSCREAMS, ENGINE WHINES AND THREE PEOPLE AND EVERY LOOSE\nOBJECT SLAM TO THE CEILING -- JACK GRIPS THE ARMRESTS AS THE\nPLANE SHUDDERS VIOLENTLY AND WE SMASH CUT TO --\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAWN\n\nCRASHING WAVES and we're TIGHT ON JACK, his eyes focused out\nacross the water as the SUN RISES. Remembering the horror as\nthe SUN RISES. It's an unadulterated moment of PURE ISLAND\nBEAUTY -- and Jack, now in a clean white T-shirt, takes it\nin.\n\nWe're DOLLYING, Jack in FOREGROUND CLOSEUP, as behind him the\nSurvivors are mostly grouped together now -- nobody slept --\nthey're all wired, SCARED -- and Walt stands among them,\nlooking up at this strange collection of adults, all talking\nover each other about that \"THING\" from the night before --\n\nMICHAEL\nIt wasn't natural, whatever it was...\n\nROSE\n-- that sound it made -- I keep thinking,\nthere was something familiar about it.\n\nSHANNON\nReally? Where are you from?\n\nROSE\nThe Bronx.\n\nCHARLIE\nIt could've been something like monkeys.\n\n31.\n\nSAWYER\nYeah, I'm sure it was monkeys. It's\nMonkey Island.\n\nHURLEY\nTechnically, you know, we don't even know\nif we're on an island --\n\nSAYID\n(if he knows anything)\nWe're on an island.\n\nThis is all just buzz to Jack -- the same conversation has\nbeen going all night. He's still in his own head space as\nKate arrives, close -- almost conspiratorial:\n\nKATE\nYou ready?\n\nJack turns to see Kate. She's tired, scared, but determined.\n\nJACK\nKate, you showed me where the smoke was.\nI can get there myself--\n\nKATE\nI'm coming with you.\n\nJACK\nI want you to stay here.\n\nKATE\n-- no.\n\nJACK\nWe don't know what the terrain's gonna\nbe. You're safer if you--\n\nKATE\nI can't prove to you that I'm up for it.\nAll I can say is my gym had a rock\nclimbing wall -- and yeah, I realize how\npathetic that sounds.\n(then, firm but simple)\nI'm going with you.\n\nJack won't argue. Truth is, he wants the company. Then:\n\nJACK\nYou're gonna need better shoes.\n\n32.\n\nANGLE - KATE\n\nNear the crash, she's doing the bleak work of pulling boots\noff a DEAD BODY. She puts them on. They fit. A severe but\nnecessary move. And she looks up -- far across the beach,\nLOCKE is watching her. A somewhat intense gaze. And Kate\nthinks for a moment, \"Did Locke know the woman whose shoes\nI'm now wearing?\" But in the middle of that question, Locke\nSMILES -- AND REVEALS AN ORANGE PEEL COVERING HIS TEETH.\n\nSomehow, this moment just gives Kate the chills. And Locke\nturns away from her, continuing to PEEL THE ORANGE that he's\neating.\n\nANGLE - 15 SURVIVORS\n\nSitting together. Among them are Boone and Shannon, Sayid,\nCharlie, Michael and Walt.\n\nCHARLIE\n-- anyone have any sunscreen?\n\nSHANNON\n(going for her backpack)\nYeah, I do.\n\nHURLEY\nSo I was just looking inside the\nfuselage. It's pretty grim in there. You\nthink we should be doing anything about\nthe, uh...\n(uncomfortable with Walt)\n\n... \"B-O-D-Y-S\"?\n\nNo one gets his spelling.\n\nMICHAEL\nWhat are you spelling, man, \"Bodies\"?\n\nWALT\n\nB-O-D-I-E-S.\n\nSHANNON\n(hands Charlie sunblock)\nThey'll deal with 'em. When they get\nhere.\n\nCHARLIE\n(re: sunblock)\nSPF 2? Do they even make this?\n\n33.\n\nSHANNON\nFine.\n\nShe grabs it back as Jack arrives:\n\nJACK\nI'm going to look for the cockpit. See if\nwe can find a transceiver to send out a\ndistress signal. Help out the rescue\nteam.\n(they're surprised, he addresses\nBoone)\nYou're gonna need to keep an eye on the\nwounded. If that guy in the suit wakes\nup, try to keep him calm -- don't let him\nremove that piece of shrapnel. You\nunderstand?\n\nBOONE\nWhat about the guy with the leg? Your\ntourniquet --\n\nJACK\nStopped the bleeding. I took it off last\nnight. He'll be all right.\n\nBOONE\n-- yeah, okay. Cool -- uh, good job.\n\nCHARLIE\n(moves to them)\n-- hey, I'm coming with-- I wanna help--\n\nJACK\n-- I don't need anymore help--\n\nCHARLIE\nNo, I wanna go, I'm not too keen on\nkeeping still--\n\nAnd Sawyer enters the group now:\n\nSAWYER\nYeah, this is genius. Going into the\njungle? After that sound last night? The\nthing that moved those trees? Yeah, this\nis a great idea.\n\nAnd Kate arrives --\n\nKATE\n(re: sawyer)\n-- what's going on?\n\n34.\n\nJACK\n-- nothing--\n\nSAWYER\nWhen they show up to rescue us while\nyou're gone? We're not waiting around.\n\nJACK\n(to Kate)\nLet's go.\n\nCHARLIE\n-- oh, she's coming too? Excellent.\n\nAnd Charlie actually goes first. Jack and Kate share a look -\nand the two head off after him.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - THE HIKE - MORNING - LATER\n\nJack cuts a SWATH through the jungle with a large STICK,\nforging a path of sorts. A man of few words, he's about ten\nyards ahead of --\n\nKATE and CHARLIE. Walking in silence for a beat. Then:\n\nKATE\nYou mind if I ask you something?\n\nCHARLIE\nMe? No, I'd be thrilled -- I've been\nwaiting.\n\nKATE\nHave we ever met anywhere?\n\nCHARLIE\nNah. That would be unlikely.\n\nKATE\nHm.\n\nThey keep walking.\n\nCHARLIE\nI look familiar though.\n\nKATE\nYeah.\n\nCHARLIE\nYou can't quite place it.\n\n35.\n\nKATE\nNo, I can't.\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Yeah, I think I know.\n\nKATE\n... you do?\n\nThen Charlie does something surprising. He starts singing.\n\nCHARLIE\n\"Till the ennnnnd of time! You know you\nthought you would be caught -- Till the\nennnnd of time...!\"\n\nAs he walks, Charlie looks back at her, somehow impressed by\nhimself. Kate has no idea what that meant. Jack watches\nCharlie like he's nuts.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\n(almost insulted)\nYou still don't get it? You never heard\nthat song?\n\nKATE\n-- of course I've heard it, I just don't\nknow what the hell that has to--\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\n-- well that's why I'm-- that's us! Drive\nShaft!\n\nKATE\n-- what?\n\nCHARLIE\nGod -- have you never heard of bloody\nDrive Shaft?\n\nKATE\nThe band?\n\n-- you were in Drive Shaft?\n\nAre you kidding me?\n\n-- my friend Beth would freak out, she\n\nloved you--\n\nCHARLIE\nYes, the band!\n\n36.\n\n-- Not was, I'm in it! Right now, we're still together, I'm\nthe bassist!\n\n-- kidding? No! I'm fantastic! With a bass.\n\nGimme Beth's number, I'll call her.\n\nKATE\n(to Jack)\nYou know Drive Shaft?\n\nAnd Jack shakes his head, a grateful \"no\"...\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nThey were good.\n\nCHARLIE\n-- you don't have to keep using the past\ntense, you know. We're still together.\n(as they hike...)\nIn fact, I'm supposed to be in the middle\nof a comeback. So...\n\nAnd they continue, into the jungle... and now we're on a WIDE\nSHOT of the three of them on their trek -- and we begin to\nBOOM DOWN and realize... it's actually a POV:\n\nREVERSE ANGLE\nThrough the overgrown bushes --\nsomething's watching them. It's the WHITE\nLAB from the opening...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nTIGHTER as they enter another area of jungle. And suddenly...\nTHE SKY DARKENS. Day to GRAY in seconds -- Charlie, looks up\nat the sky -- WIND picks up. ELECTRICITY crackles in the air -\n- the three stop.\n\nCHARLIE\nThis-- is this normal...?\n\nSUDDENLY IT'S POURING. SHEETS OF RAIN. FUCKING TORRENTIAL.\nJack, Kate, Charlie -- all SOAKED instantly -- and they pick\nup their pace, hurrying off as we CUT TO:\n\nEXT. \"BASE CAMP\" - CRASH SITE - RAINSTORM - DAY\n\nThe rain pouring down -- VARIOUS SHOTS of the Survivors\nscrambling.\n\n37.\n\nThe Korean couple (SUN and JIN) huddle with half a dozen\nother survivors under a piece of FUSELAGE DEBRIS -- when\nanother Survivor runs over, Jin YELLS at them in Korean over\nthe DIN of the rain, pointing:\n\nJIN\n(in KOREAN)\nThere's no more room here! Over there!\nThere's room over there!\n\nAnd that Survivor is turned away, running past Michael, who\ncovers his son Walt with a too-large raincoat.\n\nShannon and Boone head toward the wrecked plane -- stopped by\nHurley, who yells to them over the NOISE:\n\nHURLEY\nI'm telling you, you don't wanna go in\nthere! Too many bodies!\n\nSo Shannon and Boone head for shelter of some nearby trees.\n\nAnd Locke -- odd Locke -- who sits near the shore, eyes\nclosed, head back. Letting the rain fall onto his face.\nWashing clean all that's come before...\n\nAnd there's Sayid, being smart: he sets up a TARP he's found\nin cargo -- using aluminum sticks of wreckage as supports.\nAnd as soon as it's up, Sawyer enters --\n\nSAYID\nI need to put up the other side!\n\nSAWYER\n(don't tell me what to do)\nYeah, I'm all right in here, Osama.\n\nTIGHT on Sayid as he turns to Sawyer. Fury in his eyes.\n\nSAYID\n... what did you call me?\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - VALLEY OF TREES - RAINSTORM - DAY\n\n-- AND DISTANT TREES SWAY again -- as if the thing is heading\ninto the deep valley -- MOVING -- and we PAN FAST -- we're\nUNDER DEBRIS SHELTER -- TIGHT ON CLAIRE'S FACE as she says --\n\nCLAIRE\n-- look-- oh God, look, out there --\n\n-- we then CONTINUE THE PAN to ROSE, the rainy beach and\nocean in the background. And we PUSH IN on Rose, who says:\n\n38.\n\nROSE\n... that's the way the doctor went...\n\nAnd the SOUND OF RAIN BUILDS AND WE...\n\nCUT TO BLACK.\n\nEND ACT TWO\n\nACT THREE\n\nFADE IN:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - RAINSTORM - DAY\n\nAs the rain POUNDS, we find Jack, Kate and Charlie,\ncontinuing their hike. They finally stop. Their eyes falling\nupon something -- and we PAN TO SEE IT.\n\nIt's the COCKPIT. Actually, the entire front SECTION OF THE\nPLANE, smashed badly, UPENDED, resting against a giant tree.\nThe characters take it in for a moment. A horrible sight. And\nas they exchange a look, ready for anything...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - RAINSTORM - DAY\n\nBOOM DOWN over the massive piece of fuselage as Jack, Kate\nand Charlie arrive, looking up at the terrifying debris. Our\nTRIO moves around the WRECKAGE, twisted metal offering no\nobvious way in. Kate SPOTS something:\n\nKATE\n(shouts over the rain)\n\nOVER HERE!\n\nJack and Charlie come to Kate, who indicates a JAGGED OPENING\nAT GROUND LEVEL -- enter-able, but TIGHT. Kate gets on her\nstomach and CRAWLS into --\n\nOMITTED\n\nINT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - RAINSTORM - DAY\n\nKate stands up to find herself -- inside the front section of\nthe plane. Everything eerily CANTED: all of FIRST CLASS and\nthe FRONT LAVATORIES between her and the COCKPIT. OVERHEAD\nBINS hanging open, the aisles themselves on an ANGLE -- RAIN\nleaking in -- half a dozen BODIES still in their chairs.\n\nJack emerges from the opening -- Sees Kate is uneasy --\n\n39.\n\nCHARLIE\nLet's find your transgizmo and get outta\nhere, yeah?\n\nJack starts to move up the aisle -- fighting GRAVITY -- has\nto grab onto the SEATS so he doesn't fall...\n\nKate follows him, THE SOUND OF THE RAIN still pounding on the\nshattered hull. Goes without being said --\n\nThis is all pretty fucking SCARY.\n\nCharlie then crawls through. Stands. Looks up, toward the\ncockpit. Takes it all in --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nGod... this is horrible...\n\nHe starts climbing behind them...\n\nINT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - COCKPIT DOOR - RAINSTORM -\nCONTINUOUS\n\nJack reaches the COCKPIT DOOR. Battered by the crash --\nslightly ajar, but still LOCKED. Jack reaches in -- TUGS on\nthe door. But it won't open. Jack grabs a CHARRED FIRE\nEXTINGUISHER...\n\nJACK\n(to Kate)\n-- get back...\n\nAnd Jack SLAMS the extinguisher down on the DOOR KNOB. Dents,\nbut nothing. SLAMS it down again -- the lock BREAKS a little -\n- but it'll take some more SLAMS --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n(HITTING IT with all his MIGHT)\nCome on-- come on-- COME ON!\n\nBANG! The knob BREAKS off! And Jack drops the extinguisher -\nRIPS OPEN THE DOOR AND THE COPILOT'S BODY FALLS OUT!\n\nKate SCREAMS -- Jack SHOUTS -- and the body lands RIGHT NEAR\nCHARLIE, JUST AS HE'S CLIMBING INTO THE FRONT SECTION AND HE\nSCREAMS --\n\nCHARLIE\nAAAHHH--DAMN! GOD!\n\nJack looks to Kate --\n\n40.\n\nJACK\nYou okay?\n\nKATE\n(no)\n-- yeah, you?\n\nCHARLIE\nI'm all right! FYI-- I'm good...\n\nAnd Jack pulls himself up and into:\n\nINT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - COCKPIT - RAINSTORM -\nCONTINUOUS\n\nRain pours through one of the shattered windows -- though\nTREE BRANCHES and LEAVES obscures any view. The other windows\nare intact, but thick with humidity. Branches and leaves also\nobscure any view to the outside. The instrument panel broken -\n- some pieces HANGING -- WIRES EXPOSED.\n\nAnd the PILOT's body is here, slumped in his seat. Jack turns\nback to Kate, who is about to climb up -- but she sees the\nPilot's body.\n\nJACK\n(protectively)\n-- you don't have to come up here--\n\nKATE\n-- no, I'm good.\n\nSo Jack helps pull up Kate. As he starts searching\ncompartments:\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\n-- so what does a transceiver look like?\n\nJACK\n-- like a complicated walkie talkie.\n\nKate starts looking for it too. In order to check the Pilot's\ncompartment, she has to pull him back, off the controls. So\ndoes, back into his seat and SUDDENLY THE PILOT JOLTS, AWAKE -\n- KATE GASPS and Jack, shocked, moves to him -- the Pilot\nCOUGHS, disoriented and hurt. Jack unbuckles his straps --\nchecks his vitals --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n-- hey-- can you hear me?\n(to Kate)\n-- I need the water --\n\n41.\n\nPILOT\n(dazed, weak)\n-- what-- wh--\n\nKate quickly goes through the backpack as Jack undoes the\nPilot's tie, loosens his collar -- Kate hands the water to\nJack, who gives it to the Pilot -- he drinks a little, coughs\nsome up. A dried cut on the man's forehead -- his eye closed.\nAlthough a pro, the Pilot is on the verge of tears.\n\nPILOT\n-- how many-- survived?\n\nJACK\nAt least forty-eight. Including you.\n(Pilot nods, heartsick)\n-- anything feel broken?\n\nThe Pilot slowly, painfully begins to move -- but:\n\nPILOT\nHead hurts -- dizzy...\n\nJACK\nProbably a concussion.\n\nPILOT\n-- how long has it been?\n\nJACK\nSixteen hours.\n\nPILOT\n-- sixteen...\n(then, afraid)\n-- has anyone come?\n\nJACK\nNot yet.\n\nJack and Kate watch as the Pilot closes his eyes, almost in\npain at the thought. Finally, his voice weak:\n\nPILOT\nSix hours in. Our radio went out. The\nredundant system... the transponder --\nwasn't functioning. No one could see us.\n(then, with dread)\nSo we turned back. To land in Fiji.\n(dear God...)\nWhen we hit that turbulence... we were\nover a thousand miles off course --\nThey'll be looking in the wrong place.\n\n42.\n\nKate looks to Jack -- this is even worse news than he\nanticipated.\n\nPILOT (CONT'D)\nWe have a transceiver--\n\nJACK\n-- good, that's what we were hoping --\n\nAnd the Pilot tries to stand -- it's hard, he's so bruised --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou shouldn't try to...\n\nPILOT\n(getting his bearings now)\nI'm all right.\n(points to the panel)\nTransceiver's in there.\n\nKate goes for a compartment -- and pulls out a DAMAGED RADIO.\nShe hands it to the Pilot. He starts to work it -- when Jack\nrealizes:\n\nJACK\n-- where's Charlie?\n\nGood question. Kate moves back, out of the cockpit. The Pilot\nkeeps trying to radio -- but:\n\nPILOT\n-- it's not working...\n\nINT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - RAINSTORM - CONTINUOUS\n\nKate peeks in -- but Charlie's nowhere to be seen. Played as\nan eerie moment... but then she sees the door to one of the\nFRONT LAVS is ajar. Hears something INSIDE.\n\nKate climbs back -- peers into the inverted bathroom, where\nCharlie's leaning over the toilet bowl --\n\nKATE\n-- hey, what're you d--?\n\nCharlie jumps -- nervous -- turns to her -- we HOLD ON\nCHARLIE, he doesn't have a fast answer --\n\nCHARLIE\n-- what? Nothing --\n\nBut then: MROOOOOWRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO BWWRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Oh\nshit: the SOUND again. Except this time it's CLOSE --\n\n43.\n\nOMITTED\n\nINT. COCKPIT - DAY\n\nJack turns -- the Pilot freezes --\n\nPILOT\n-- what the hell was that?\n\nJACK\n(whisper yell to the back)\nKate!\n\nKate's quickly climbing back in --\n\nKATE\n(sotto)\n-- it's right outside --\n\nPILOT\n-- what's righ--?\n\nJACK\n-- shh!\n\n-- whatever it is, it's RIGHT THERE -- stepping now, outside\nthe cockpit -- they're motionless as there's ANOTHER STEP --\nthe WIRES in the cockpit SHAKE with the apparent \"FOOT\"\nIMPACT -- and a DARK SHAPE CROSSES the window --\n\nJack SLOWLY climbs up -- on one of the pilot seats -- and he\nuses his hand -- wipes away some of the humidity on the\nwindow in order to look outside -- but there's no way to see\na thing out there.\n\nSo the Pilot gets up -- moves toward the broken window\ncovered with LEAVES and BRANCHES --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n-- I wouldn't do that.\n\nPILOT\n-- good to know.\n\nAnd the Pilot puts the transceiver down on his seat as he\npushes away the LEAVES and BRANCHES and PEEKS HIS HEAD OUT\nTHE SHATTERED WINDOW.\n\nJack and Kate watch, terrified for a moment. Then, quietly:\n\nKATE\n... do you s--\n\n44.\n\nSUDDENLY THE PILOT'S BODY GETS YANKED UP -- BUT HIS LEGS HIT\nTHE DASH SO WHATEVER'S GOT HIM CAN'T PULL HIM OUT AND KATE\nSCREAMS AND THE PILOT -- HIS UPPER BODY OUTSIDE THE COCKPIT --\nDROPS THE TRANSCEIVER ONTO THE FLOOR AND HE SCREAMS\nBLOODYFUCKINGMURDER AS JACK MOVES TO HOLD KATE BACK --\nCHARLIE SCRAMBLES UP, YELLING:\n\nCHARLIE\n-- WHAT THE HELL'S HAPPE--?!?!\n\n-- NOW CHARLIE'S SCREAMING AS THE PILOT'S BODY GETS YANKED UP\nAGAIN -- BAM! -- HIS LEGS HIT THE DASH AGAIN -- THE PILOT'S\nSCREAMS ARE HORRIBLE -- KATE SCREAMS AGAIN AS THE PILOT\nFINALLY GETS YANKED OUT OF THE COCKPIT AND SUDDENLY THE THING\nOUTSIDE SLAMS INTO THE SIDE OF THE COCKPIT --\n\nJack, Kate and Charlie all on the ground, scrambling to get\nout, trying to get the fuck out of the cockpit but --\n\nJack looks back -- sees the TRANSCEIVER has fallen off the\npilot's seat. He reaches for it -- BAM! The cockpit jars\nagain -- transceiver skitters out of Jack's grasp --\n\nKATE\nJACK! C'MON!\n\nCHARLIE\nLEAVE IT!\n\nJACK\nNo...\n\nBut he doesn't give up -- lunges after it -- SLAM! Jack loses\nhis footing, lands on his stomach -- transceiver's just\nsitting there, arm's length away and --\n\nJack finally gets it into his grasp -- staggering to his feet\nas it SHIFTS again and --\n\nBAM!!! ONCE -- THE THREE FALL DOWN -- TWICE -- AND THEN AGAIN\n-- AND THE WHOLE COCKPIT DROPS --\n\nEXT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - RAINSTORM - CONTINUOUS\n\n-- the giant piece of jet CRASHES to the ground -- we're\nTIGHT so that we don't see the BEAST that's done it -- but\nnow it makes a HORRIBLY LOUD CRY --\n\nINT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - COCKPIT - RAINSTORM -\nCONTINUOUS\n\n-- and it's so LOUD in here. Jack scrambles after Kate and\nCharlie, all three trying to get the fuck outta here --\n\n45.\n\nEXT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - RAINSTORM - CONTINUOUS\n\n-- and they do -- and they're RUNNING IN THE RAIN LIKE CRAZY -\n- another LOUD STEP and as we're TRACKING AT HIGH SPEED\nTHROUGH THE RAIN -- WE WHIP PAN TO A SPRINTING KATE --\n\nAnd we INTERCUT NOW between KATE, JACK AND CHARLIE -- ALL\nRUNNING LIKE NUTS --\n\nMROOOOOWRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO BWWRRRRRRRRRRRRR!\n\nChrist, it's close -- THE SOUND is all around us now, no idea\nif we're running toward it or away from it, just PURE FUCKING\nFEAR AND CONFUSION and...\n\nCHARLIE\nRuns through THICK TANGLED ROOTS and\nWIPES OUT -- coming down HARD -- WIND\nknocked out of him -- he tries to get up\nbut CAN'T -- suddenly JACK is there to\nhelp him up --\n\nJACK\nC'MON!\n\nBut Charlie's foot is caught and the fucking THING is COMING -\nLOUDER AND LOUDER and that's when we CUT TO:\n\nKATE\nStill running, up ahead -- CRYING as she\nruns through the rain -- almost losing\nher footing, but not -- distant SCREAMS\nOVERWHELMED by a THUNDERCLAP and Kate\nSCREAMS as she runs:\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nJACK!!!\n\nBut when the THUNDER stops, the screaming is gone -- and Kate\nruns and runs and finally SLIPS -- FALLS HARD -- scrambles to\nher feet and takes SHELTER inside:\n\nOMITTED\n\nEXT. TREE TRUNK - RAINSTORM - CONTINUOUS\n\n-- Kate's hiding now, in the ALIEN BRANCHES AND VINES of a 90\nFOOT-TALL TREE. She waits there... and waits... TERRIFIED...\nand we just HOLD ON HER... AND HOLD... until she SCREAMS OUT -\n\nKATE\nJAAAAAACK!!!\n\n46.\n\n-- but there's nothing -- no one -- and she waits... her eyes\nGLUED TO THE DIRECTION THEY JUST CAME FROM... she breathes\nheavily, waiting... and WE HOLD ON HER FOR ALMOST A MINUTE.\nAnd as soon as we get so close we couldn't possibly get any\ncloser -- she whispers to herself, terrified:\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nOne... two... three... four...\n\nCUT TO BLACK.\n\nEND ACT THREE\n\nFADE IN:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nKate is exactly where we left her, tucked amongst the roots\nof the alien tree. Rain pouring down around her. Dark in\nhere. She's scared to death. We're with her. CLOSE.\n\nAnd she hears a SOUND over the rain -- something moving\ntowards her -- and she turns around -- looking behind her\nnow, petrified.\n\nNothing there. Her eyes wide, blinking in the rain. Nothing\nbut jungle.\n\nShe then turns back -- AND CHARLIE IS STANDING RIGHT THERE --\nand it scares her so much she SCREAMS AND GRABS HIM --\nPUSHING -- AND THEY FALL OVER onto his back, her lying on top\nof him in the mud --\n\nKATE\n\nWHERE THE HELL'S JACK?!\n\n-- did you see him?!\n\n-- so where is he?!\n\n-- HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW?!\n\nCHARLIE\n-- I don't know!\n\n-- yes! He helped me up--!\n\n-- I don't know where he--!\n\n-- WE GOT SEPARATED!!!\n\n-- and Kate stops long enough for Charlie to say:\n\n47.\n\nCHARLIE\n-- he pulled me up. If he hadn't, that th-\n-\n\nKATE\n-- did you see it?\n\nCHARLIE\nNo. No. But it was right behind us. We\nwere dead -- I was. Until Jack came back\nfor me.\n\nAnd just then, something remarkable happens. The rain stops.\nAs abruptly as it started, it's gone. They both look back the\nway they came -- Kate looking up, Charlie, still on his back,\ncraning his head.\n\nKATE\nWe have to go back for him.\n\nCHARLIE\nGo back? There? Love -- listen -- there's\na certain... gargantuan quality to\nwhatever the hell that thing is --\n\nShe's already getting up:\n\nKATE\n-- then don't come.\n\nAnd she goes off, after Jack. Pissed and nervous, Charlie\nfinally goes after her.\n\nOMITTED\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - MOMENTS LATER\n\nDOLLY OUT OF THE THICK FOLIAGE to find Kate and Charlie,\nwalking slowly through the dripping-wet jungle, back the way\nthey came. They're edgy... and we're moving with them. The\nDRIPPING SOUNDS somehow unnerving.\n\nThen Kate sees something up ahead. Something GLISTENING in\nthe mud -- and she moves for it, Charlie behind her.\n\nAnd she gets to it -- kneels -- it's a scattered collection\nof COINS. And among them, something she picks up.\n\nA PILOT'S WINGS PIN.\n\nAnd Kate stares at the pin, horrified... because she senses\nwhat's coming next. She SLOWLY LOOKS UP. And sees something\nhorrific. Charlie looks up too. His mouth opens in shock.\n\n48.\n\nCHARLIE\n... what the hell's that...?\n\nThen, a welcome voice:\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nIt's the pilot.\n\nAnd they turn around -- grateful to see Jack approaching from\nthe jungle -- Kate moves to him, scared --\n\nKATE\n-- did you see it?\n\nJACK\nNo. It was right behind me, I dove into\nthe bushes.\n\nCharlie's eyes have gone back to the tree.\n\nCHARLIE\n... excuse me, people... but... how the\nhell does something like that happen...?\n\nAnd they all look up again... and we FOLLOW THEIR GAZE to\nreveal that, stuck up in a branch, at least thirty-five feet\nabove ground -- IS THE BLOODY, TORN BODY OF THE PILOT. Dead\nnow, for sure.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - AFTERNOON\n\nJack, Kate and Charlie walking back. A pregnant SILENCE. All\nof them still in the wake of the insanity of what just\nhappened. Jack up front, fiddling with the transceiver.\n\nCHARLIE\nAnything?\n\nJACK\n(not happy)\n... you keep asking me if there's\nanything.\n\nCHARLIE\nPardon me for appearing desperate, but in\ncase you didn't hear the pilot before he\nwas eaten, they're never going to find us\nunless we get that thing to work.\n(deep breath, then)\nSo is there anything?\n\nJACK\nNo.\n\n49.\n\nKATE\nWhat were you doing. In the bathroom.\n\nCHARLIE\nOh, I thought you could tell. I was\ngetting sick. Puking. My one...tangible\ncontribution to this trek.\n\nKATE\nNo, I'm glad you came.\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah, every trek needs a coward.\n\nKATE\nYou're not a coward.\n\nAnd as they walk we're TIGHT ON CHARLIE, who considers this\nas they walk... and we HOLD TIGHT ON HIS FACE AS SOUNDS FADE\nIN -- SOUNDS OF AN AIRPLANE IN FLIGHT -- THEN:\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1 (V.O.)\n\nAre you all right, sir?\n\nAND SUDDENLY WE\nCUT TO:\n\nINT. PLANE - MIDAIR - DAY\n\nBack on the PLANE, PRE-CRASH. CHARLIE sits in his seat near\nthe rear of the plane, shaking. Pale. SWEAT dots his brow. He\nlooks up at the same FLIGHT ATTENDANT that helped Jack:\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah -- I'm good, thanks.\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1\n\nCan I get you some wat--?\n\nCHARLIE\n(go away)\nI'm fine. Thank you. Please.\n\nThe Flight Attendant stares. Then:\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1\n\nAll right.\n\nAs she heads to the back of the plane, she looks at him,\nmaybe a little SUSPICIOUSLY.\n\n50.\n\nCharlie taps his hand, FIDGETY. Takes a quick peek over his\nshoulder at --\n\nTHE REAR GALLEY\n\nThe Flight Attendant who he just blew off talks to TWO MALE\nFLIGHT ATTENDANTS in hushed tones and --\n\nAll three look up at Charlie.\n\nHe immediately faces front -- nervous. TIGHT on him. He turns\nback -- takes another peek --\n\nALL THREE FLIGHT ATTENDANTS are heading back up the aisle\ntowards him --\n\nCharlie quickly undoes his seatbelt, gets up in one swift\nmotion --\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1\nSir? Excuse me --\n\nBut Charlie's already moving fast down the aisle -- and he\nbrushes by JACK, getting up from his own seat --\n\nCHARLIE\nSorry...\n\nAnd as Charlie moves on, we can just hear behind him --\n\nROSE (O.S.)\nGuess he really had to go.\n\nCharlie arrives at the lavatories -- but they're both\noccupied.\n\nCHARLIE\n-- bugger--\n\n-- and so he KEEPS MOVING, through BUSINESS CLASS -- crossing\nto the other side of the plane -- he keeps going, into FIRST\nCLASS -- he turns back to see the THREE FLIGHT ATTENDANTS\nheading for him -- and the PLANE SHAKES. Just a little. No\nbig deal. DING -- \"FASTEN SEATBELTS\" LIGHTS UP as Charlie\nreaches the FRONT LAVATORY, enters --\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT'S VOICE\n\nLadies and gentleman, the pilot has turned on the fasten\nseatbelts sign -- please return to your seats with your\nseatbelts fastened...\n\n51.\n\nINT. PLANE - LAVATORY - CONTINUOUS\n\nCharlie is FLIPPING OUT. CAMERA is in here with him, TIGHT.\nCLAUSTROPHOBIC as he PULLS OFF HIS SHOE -- reaches into his\nSOCK as suddenly there's a KNOCK ON THE DOOR --\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1 (O.S.)\nSir? Are you all right?\n\nCharlie ignores her, still digging in his sock... finally\npulls out a ROLLED UP BAGGIE containing a BROWN POWDER.\n\nKNOCKING MORE INSISTENT NOW...\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #1 (O.S.)\nSir, I'm going to have to ask you to open\nthe door...\n\nCharlie holds the baggie up... looks at it longingly. This\nphysically PAINS him. But he turns around and drops it into\nthe TOILET. The baggie rests on the METAL DROP-PLATE as...\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #2 - MALE (O.S.)\n(firm)\nOpen the door now, sir.\n\nCharlie takes one last look at his stash, TIGHT SHOT as he\nreaches for the FLUSH LEVER and...\n\nTHE PLANE SUDDENLY DROPS TWO HUNDRED FEET -- CHARLIE IS\nTHROWN TO THE CEILING --\n\nINT. PLANE - MAIN CABIN - CONTINUOUS\n\nPEOPLE SCREAMING -- THE PLANE BANKING HARD -- NIGHTMARE\nTURBULENCE AND THAT HORRIBLE WHINE -- OXYGEN MASKS SWING\nWILDLY -- THE BEVERAGE CART ROLLS SLAMS INTO THE WALL --\n\nCHARLIE\n\nFALLS out of the bathroom -- and in the TERRIFYING JOLTS of\nthe last minutes of the flight, he falls back to --\n\nFIRST CLASS --\n\nFALLS to the floor and CRAWLS back through the MASSIVE\nPANDEMONIUM -- gets into a free chair -- BUCKLES UP and we're\nTIGHT on his TERRIFIED EYES as we:\n\nCUT TO BLACK.\n\nOMITTED\n\n52.\n\nEND ACT FOUR\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nSHANNON, wearing a BIKINI now, lying near the surf. Of all\nthings, she's SUNBATHING. And the glorious sun is doing its\njob -- and it's a damn Coppertone commercial -- except as the\ncamera SLOWLY DOLLIES, the huge PLANE WRECK is revealed in\nthe distance.\n\nAnd we can see, in the background, the Survivors are going\nthrough luggage, doing work to get a fire burning again,\nlaying clothing out to dry.\n\nAnd after a beat, Boone walks over, looking down at his\nvacationing sister.\n\nBOONE\n\nHey, we're going through the clothes. Sorting them.\n\n(beat, judgemental)\n\nI see you found your bag.\n\n(beat)\n\nYou wanna give us a hand?\n\nSHANNON\n(doesn't even look)\nNot really.\n\nBoone just stares at her, absolutely despising her. But all\nhe does is turn and walk off. HOLD ON SHANNON for a\nbeat...until we HEAR:\n\nCLAIRE (O.S.)\nIs that your boyfriend?\n\nAnd Shannon looks over: Claire sits twenty some feet away.\nShannon's far nicer to Claire than Boone.\n\nSHANNON\n(with vitriol)\nMy brother. Boone. God's friggin' gift to\nhumanity.\n\nA beat. Then Shannon turns to Claire -- actually very sweet.\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nDo you know what it is? A beat for\nClaire.\n\n53.\n\nCLAIRE\nNot yet.\n(beat, quietly, half to herself)\n... I haven't felt the baby kick since\nyesterday.\n\nAnd Shannon turns to her -- off her look we CUT TO:\n\nINSERT - SEA URCHIN\n\nAs it's picked out of a tidal pool.\n\nEXT. BEACH - SURF LINE - DAY\n\nAt the surf line, Jin, our Korean HUSBAND, his pants rolled\nup, intensely picks SEA URCHINS from the water, placing them\nin a PLASTIC BAG he's taken from the plane. It's an oddly\nserene image.\n\nAnd then we have a REVERSE VIEW -- from the ocean inland --\nand Sun, Jin's wife, sits on the sand. Sitting, straight\nbacked, rather stoic. Watching her husband. The TOP BUTTON of\nher blouse undone.\n\nThen we're TIGHT on Sun's face as she watches him, his back\nto her... and though there's no dialogue here, there doesn't\nneed to be. Because her gaze is distinctly unsettled.\n\nMICHAEL (O.S.)\nExcuse me.\n\nAnd Sun looks up. Michael stands there.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nHave you seen my boy?\n\nSun just looks at Michael for a long beat. Finally, she\nspeaks, in her native language:\n\nSUN\n(in KOREAN)\nMy apologies... but I do not speak\nEnglish.\n\nAnd Michael stands there for a moment, confused. And Michael\nlooks up and sees that, mid-reach into the sea, Jin has\nstopped working, looking back at her wife and this strange\nman. Which should tell us immediately how controlling Jin\nreally is. Then, Jin calls out:\n\n54.\n\nJIN\n(in KOREAN)\nYour top button is undone! Button it,\nplease, right now!\n\nAnd Michael watches, somewhat fascinated and disturbed as Sun\nbuttons it up. Michael then says, quietly:\n\nMICHAEL\n... I'm, uh... I'm sorry... And Michael\nwalks off.\n\nEXT. BEACH ADJACENT JUNGLE - DAY\n\nWe're maybe two feet off the ground, DOLLYING through the\njungle. And we HEAR:\n\nWALT (O.S.)\nVincent!\n(beat)\nVincent!\n\nAnd Walt enters the FOREGROUND -- so close that all we see is\nhis waist to his knees -- and that he's holding a DOG LEASH.\nHe stops.\n\nWALT (CONT'D)\nVincent!\n\nAnd we BOOM UP as Walt turns, looking off-camera, his eyes\nscanning the jungle. Then he sees something... and he walks\ntoward it -- and we FOLLOW HIM, over his shoulder, BOOMING UP\nas he arrive at the shiny piece of metal lying on the leafy\nfloor. He picks it up.\n\nIT'S A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS.\n\nAnd Walt holds them. TIGHT ON HIM as he looks at them, deeply\ncurious. Just then he HEARS:\n\nMICHAEL (O.S.)\nHey!\n\nAnd Walt turns as Michael approaches, kneeling, taking the\nkid firmly by the shoulders:\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\n--What did I tell you? -- after\neverything that's happened - I told you\nto stay on the beach. -- no, don't do\nthis\n\n-- you listen to me, I mean what I say. You understand that?\n\n55.\n\n(then, seeing them)\n\n... what's this?\n\nWALT\n-- I thought maybe Vincent would be\naround--\n\n-- I didn't go far, this is so close to the beach, I thought\nthis would be okay--\n\nWALT (CONT'D)\n... I just found' em.\n\nPUSH IN on Michael, disturbed, as he considers the existence\nof these cuffs...\n\nINSERT - SEA URCHIN - EXTREME CLOSEUP\n\nThe sea urchin gets CUT with a found POCKET KNIFE. REVEAL\nthat we are:\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nAt the shore. Sun kneels on the sand, cutting the sea urchins\nfor food prep on a large ROCK. Jin stands beside her, holding\nan airplane FOOD TRAY, collecting the cut pieces.\n\nOnce she's done, Jin takes the newly-cut pieces and adds them\nto the tray.\n\nSun reaches to take one of the pieces off the rock -- clearly\njust trying to help -- but Jin actually slaps her hand,\nputting the piece onto the tray himself. She reacts --\nobedient and accepting as Jin walks off with the tray. TIGHT\nON SUN as she watches him go.\n\nAnd in a private moment of defiance -- her eyes holding on\nher husband as he walks off -- SHE UNDOES THE TOP BUTTON OF\nHER BLOUSE.\n\nA WIDE SHOT of the image -- the complicated couple with their\nculturally-formed dynamic framed majestically by the\nincredible tropical terrain.\n\nEXT. OCEAN - DAY\n\nHurley stands in the water, cleaning one of his shirts. After\na long beat, Jin approaches with the tray. When Jin speaks,\nit's terse. Seemingly cold. And, of course, not in English:\n\n56.\n\nJIN\n(in KOREAN)\nI have food. Here. Try this.\n\nHurley turns, sees Jin.\n\nHURLEY\nS'up.\n\nJIN\n(in KOREAN)\nTry this. Sea urchin, it's good, it'll\nkeep you alive.\n\nHurley takes a beat to understand what he's suggesting.\n\nHURLEY\n-- what. That? What, eat that?\n\nJIN\n(in KOREAN)\nIt's food, there's enough for everybody.\n\nHURLEY\nDude, guess what, I'm starving. But I am\nnot nearly that hungry. No.\n(slow, louder)\nThank you. No way. No.\n\nAnd Hurley turns back. Jin, finally realizing he's being\nrejected, walks off.\n\nINSERT - COMIC BOOK - CLOSEUP\n\nA page turns. It's THE FLASH. The text -- all dialog\nballoons, everything -- are in SPANISH.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nWalt lies here, reading. Angry. Vincent's LEASH nearby. He\nturns the page. After a beat, Michael comes. Lies beside him.\nEyes the comic. A beat.\n\nMICHAEL\n... that comic's in Spanish.\n(beat, knowing)\n... d'you... read Spanish--?\n\nWALT\nNo.\n(then)\nI found it.\n\n57.\n\nMichael just nods. Nothing's working. Takes a moment.\n\nMICHAEL\nEsta ese libro bueno, peque\u00f1o hombre?\n(nothing from Walt)\nThat was... I was kidding.\n(beat)\nTell me about your school-- you go to\nschool?\n\nWALT\nYeah, I go to school.\n\nMICHAEL\n... though maybe 'cause you travelled so\nmuch that y--\n\nWALT\nI go to school.\n\nA beat. Nothing's working. Then:\n\nMICHAEL\nTell you what. When we get home... I'll\nget you another dog.\n\nAnd Walt looks back at his father. These words have the\nopposite of their intended effect -- they tell the kid that\nhis dog is dead. And furious -- on the verge of tears -- Walt\ngets up and heads off. Michael watches him go, his eyes\nclosing. Somehow he's fucked it up again.\n\nOMITTED\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nSayid puts the TRANSCEIVER in a plastic bag, then wraps it in\na beach towel. Nearby, Kate fills an empty water bottle with\nRAIN WATER collected on the TARP. She seems determined here.\nDriven.\n\nSAYID\nThe others. They've heard about the thing\nyou saw. The pilot.\n(off Kate's surprise)\nI understand why you and the doctor\ndecided not to frighten us, but your\nEnglish friend is telling anyone who will\nlisten.\n(beat; grim)\nThey think we are insane for going back\nin there.\n\n58.\n\nKate hesitates. Then --\n\nKATE\nIf he told you about the pilot, he told\nyou what the pilot said. The rescue\npeople -- they're looking in the wrong\nplace. They're not gonna find us.\n\nSayid nods. But his eyes stay on her. Curious --\n\nSAYID\nI don't like it here. But you... you\ndon't like it here even more than I do.\n(off her look)\nI agree, sending a signal from high\nground -- this is something we need to\ndo.\n(beat)\nBut your... willingness to go back in.\nAfter you saw... whatever it is you saw.\nIt is either impressive. Brave. Or\nsomething else... I can't really\nunderstand.\n\nSayid's looking at her now -- with those deep eyes -- almost\nas if looking into her soul... and God, it unnerves her.\n\nINSERT - BAGGIE - EXTREME CLOSEUP\n\nA hand unrolls a sandwich bag containing an ounce of BROWN\nPOWDER.\n\nEXT. BEACH ADJACENT JUNGLE - DAY\n\nWith the crash site in the distance, Charlie -- sweating,\nslightly shaking -- has found some privacy here. And good\nthing: Charlie takes a pinky nail-full of the powder and\nSNORTS it.\n\nWe're TIGHT ON HIM as we watch its effects: Charlie calms --\n\"evens out\" almost instantly. He closes the bag, rolls it up -\n- feeling much better about himself now --\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nTIGHT ON THE FACE OF A MALE FLIGHT ATTENDANT. Lying DEAD,\neyes open, facing us. SLOWLY DOLLY and RACK FOCUS TO REVEAL\nSHANNON, sitting a few feet away in the sand. She stares at\nthe corpse, hugging her knees, quiet and nervous.\n\nThe first dead body she's ever seen. And she just stares at\nthe thing, until Boone slowly walks up behind her. A beat.\n\n59.\n\nBOONE\n... what the hell are you doing.\n\nShe just stares. Then, quietly:\n\nSHANNON\n... I think I was mean to him.\n\nBOONE\n(beat)\n... what?\n\nSHANNON\nHe was the guy.\n\nBOONE\nWhat guy?\n\nSHANNON\nThe guy at the gate. The guy who wouldn't\ngive us our seats.\n(beat)\nIn first class.\n\nFinally she looks at Boone.\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nRemember him?\n\nAnd Boone's staring. Christ, he does remember. Her eyes go\nback to the body. Realizing, she says, sotto:\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nHe saved our lives.\n\nThis morbid moment makes Boone very uncomfortable:\n\nBOONE\nShannon, come on, we're trying to clear\nthe wreckage why don't you help out.\n\nBut she doesn't turn away.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nCome on, you're being worthless over\nhere.\n\nThat makes her turn to him, hurt, pissed off:\n\nSHANNON\n... I'm being what?\n\n60.\n\nBOONE\n-- well come on, you're sitting on your\nass staring at bodies -- that isn't--\n\nSHANNON\nHey, I've been through a trauma, okay--?!\n\nBOONE\n-- we've all been through a trauma! The\ndifference is that since the crash you've\nactually given yourself a pedicure!\n\nSHANNON\nYou know what? It's so easy to make fun\nof me-- and you're good at it, I get it--\nwell screw you -- you don't know the\nfirst thing about what I'm thinking-- --\nno you don't!\n\nBOONE\n-- I'd rather not waste my time making\nfun of you!\n\nI wish I didn't have any reason to! Yeah, it is easy! I have\na better idea than you think I do--\n\n-- No? Okay, Shannon, what are you thinking?\n\nANGLE --\n\nAs Shannon's eyes flick over Boone's shoulder -- and we RACK\nFOCUS past Boone to the distance, where Kate and Sayid pack\nup to go.\n\nSHANNON\nI'm going with them. On the hike.\n\nA beat. Then -- Boone just laughs.\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nI'm going.\n\nBOONE\nOh yeah?\n\nSHANNON\n(fuck you)\nYup.\n\nShe grabs her WINDBREAKER, walks past an incredulous Boone.\n\n61.\n\nBOONE\n-- no you're not.\n(she doesn't stop.)\nShannon!\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nAs Kate and Sayid finish ZIPPING PACKS as Shannon, then\nBoone, arrive --\n\nSHANNON\nI'd like to come with you.\n\nKATE\nThanks, but we're--\n\nBOONE\nShe's not going.\n(to Kate et al)\n-- she doesn't want to go -- she does\nthis--\n\nSHANNON\n(sharp, to Boone)\n-- the hell I'm not--\n\n-- you don't know what the hell I \"do\"!\n\nBOONE\nShe postures -- makes choices just to\ninfuriate her family-- which at the\nmoment is me --\n\nSHANNON\nShut-up and stop trying to be charming--\n(to Kate, et al)\nI'm coming with you.\n\nKATE\nI'm not sure that's a good idea--\n\nSHANNON\nWhat're you -- like, two years older than\nme? Please.\n(turns to Charlie, who arrives)\nYou're going, right?\n\nCHARLIE\n-- where, on the hike? Are you?\n\nSHANNON\nYup.\n\n62.\n\nCHARLIE\n-- yes, I'm going. Definitely.\n\nKATE\n(firm, no time)\nLook, everybody can come.\n(heaves her PACK onto her back)\nBut we're leaving now.\n\nAnd Kate walks off. Shannon looks to Charlie, slightly taken\naback by Kate. Says quietly:\n\nCHARLIE\nYou couldn't tell from that, but she's\nquite nice, really.\n\nShannon heads off. Boone, annoyed, follows. Then Charlie and\nSayid.\n\nA LONG SHOT of them walking off -- then PULL BACK TO REVEAL\nwe're with:\n\nEXT. FUSELAGE - DAY\n\nSawyer watches them go as he sits on part of the shattered\nwing, near the remains of one of the enormous engines. He's\ntaking final drags on a cig. In general, a \"fuck 'em all\"\nattitude.\n\nAfter a beat, something weighing on his mind, he pulls his\nwallet from a back pocket. Opens it. Pulls out a folded piece\nof paper. Unfolds it.\n\nTIGHT on Sawyer's face as he re-reads the page.\n\nAnd slowly... his face changes. His eyes awash in concern...\nand, more surprisingly, vulnerability. He just stares at the\nmysterious letter... his eyes actually WELLING UP with what\nhe reads.\n\nFinally, quickly, he re-folds it -- puts it back in his\nwallet, more anxious and troubled than we've seen him.\n\nHe finishes the cigarette and puts it out on the damn\nairplane that brought him here.\n\nHe gets up and moves off, quickly, after the others.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nOn Kate, with Sayid at the head of the group. Charlie,\nShannon and Boone behind her in that order. They're just\nentering the jungle -- the growth gets thick quickly.\n\n63.\n\nAnd now we CUT BACK TO SAWYER, who moves quickly, determined,\nthrough the jungle -- passing Boone, Charlie, Shannon -- then\nSayid and KATE, who he looks at, walking with her for a\nmoment. Their eyes lock. She's surprised -- and not pleased.\n\nKATE\nDecided to join us--?\n\nSAWYER\nYeah, looks like it.\n\nKATE\nWhat changed your mind?\n\nSAWYER\n(mind your own business)\nI'm a complex guy, Sweetheart.\n\nAnd Sawyer keeps walking, taking the lead. Kate wanting to\ntell him off -- but not. And we...\n\nDISSOLVE TO:\n\nEXT. MOUNTAIN BASE - DAY\n\nWIDE SHOT. Spectacular view. Our SIX HIKERS (Kate, Sayid,\nCharlie, Shannon and Boone, with Sawyer at the front, hacking\naway plants with a found stick) trudge through the jungle, up\nthe base of the MOUNTAIN. The hike isn't any fun. Plus, it's\nHOT. Also, they're scared. Kate especially -- looking around\nwith concern as they walk. Afraid that, at any moment, that\nThing might show up to end their lives.\n\nNow WE FAVOR Shannon and Charlie, who walks beside her:\n\nCHARLIE\nY'ever heard of Drive Shaft?\n\nSHANNON\n... what, the band?\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah.\n\nSHANNON\n(not a fan)\nYuchhh.\n\nCHARLIE\nRight.\n\nSHANNON\nWhy?\n\n64.\n\nCHARLIE\nNothing. Horrible.\n\nSHANNON\nDo you have one of their songs stuck in\nyour head--\n\nCHARLIE\n-- uh, yeah, sort of--\n\nSHANNON\nGod, I'm sorry.\n\nCHARLIE\n(laughs it off, dying)\nYeah. Me too.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nBack near the fuselage, Jack approaches Hurley --\n\nJACK\nI need some help.\n\nHURLEY\n-- okay --\n\nJACK\nI need you to help me go through the\nluggage -- I need any prescription\nmedication you can find -- especially any\ndrugs that end with \"mycin\" or \"cillin\"--\nthose are antibiotics--\n\nHURLEY\n-- what's this for?\n\nJACK\nPlease just do it-- you'll see.\n\nINSERT\nTIGHT ON A SHAVING KIT. Jack's hands\nUNZIP it. Pulls out a DISPOSABLE RAZOR.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nJack, disappointed, puts the shaving kit back in the bag --\nhe TURNS, opens another bag. And he notices MICHAEL, sitting\nnearby among the bags, staring off. As Jack goes through\nanother bag, he asks:\n\nJACK\n... how's your son?\n\n65.\n\nMichael looks up, surprised.\n\nMICHAEL\nWalt? Yeah, I think he'll be all right.\n\nJACK\nHow old is he?\n\nMICHAEL\nEight.\n(then, suddenly)\nNine.\n\nJack glances at Michael, then finds something in the luggage.\nIt's another SHAVING KIT. As he UNZIPS it, starts to go\nthrough the contents --\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nWalt's more worried about his dog than\nanything. It was on the plane, so...\nKids, you know. They're--\n\nJACK\nWas it a white lab?\n\nMICHAEL\n(stunned)\n... yeah.\n\nJACK\n-- yeah, I saw him yesterday. In the\njungle.\n\nMICHAEL\n-- what? Where?\n\nJACK\nOver there, hundred yards in or so. He\nlooked good.\n\nAnd Jack pulls out a STRAIGHT RAZOR. He snaps open the blade.\nTests its sharpness with his finger.\n\nMICHAEL\n-- what was that thing you saw. In the\njungle -- what was it?\n\nJack folds the razor shut.\n\nJACK\nI have no idea.\n\n66.\n\nAnd Jack walks off. Michael looks toward the jungle. Sighs,\nburdened with a task he doesn't want to accept: going into\nthe jungle after that damn dog.\n\nINSERT - BACKGAMMON SET\n\nEXTREME CLOSEUP of a mini-travel MAGNETIC BACKGAMMON SET.\nHands setting up the pieces.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nIt's Locke, setting up the game. After a long beat, in a WIDE\nSHOT, Walt comes into frame, watching Locke. A long beat of\nsilence. Finally, Locke asks, without ever looking up:\n\nLOCKE\nDo you play?\n\nA beat.\n\nWALT\nNope.\n(long beat)\n... what is it? Is it like Checkers?\n\nAs odd as Locke seemed around the adults, he almost seems\nnormal now. A bizarre child-like honesty that makes him\naccessible to Walt.\n\nLOCKE\nNot really.\n(looks up)\nIt's a better game than Checkers.\n\nAnd after a beat, Walt moves closer to Locke. Watches.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nDo you play checkers with your pop?\n\nWALT\n(long beat)\nNo.\n(beat)\nI was in Australia with my mom.\n\nLOCKE\nYou have no accent.\n\nWALT\nYeah, we move a lot.\n(beat)\nShe got sick. She died. So.\n\n67.\n\nLocke looks at the kid. You sorta wish he weren't.\n\nLOCKE\nYou're having a rough month.\n\nMatter of fact. Not talking down to the kid. And Walt\nappreciates that. Locke turns his attention back to the\nboard. Slowly and gently continues to set up the board,\npushing the small black and white tiles onto their starting\npoints. The effect is almost mesmerizing --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nBackgammon is the oldest game in the\nworld. Much older than chess.\nArchaeologists found sets when they\nexcavated the ruins of Ancient\nMesopotamia. Would you like to guess how\nold they were?\n\nWALT\nA hundred years?\n\nLOCKE\nFive thousand years.\n\nWALT\n(whispers to himself)\n... five thousand...\n\nLOCKE\n... that's older than Jesus Christ.\n\nWhich doesn't really land for Walt. But he asks:\n\nWALT\nDid they have dice and stuff?\n\nLOCKE\nYes. But theirs weren't made of plastic.\n(then)\nTheir dice were made of bones.\n\nWALT\n(slightly nervous)\nCool.\n\nWalt watches carefully as Locke picks up one WHITE piece and\none BLACK one. Folds them into his CLASPED hands and gently\nshakes...\n\nLOCKE\nThe Persians called it \"Takhteh Nard\"\nwhich means \"Battle on Wood\".\n(MOR E)\n\n68.\n\nLOC KE (CONT'D)\nTwo players. Two sides. One is light. One\nis dark.\n\nLocke extends his closed fists, offering them to Walt. Walt\nconsiders... deliberates. Then taps his finger on Locke's\nright hand. He slowly opens one. We don't get to see it, but\nWalt does. And now that distracted creepy grin is back.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nWalt.\n(beat, sotto)\n... you wanna know a secret?\n\nHOLD ON the boy, staring at him... intrigued...\n\nOMITTED\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nBack at the beach, Claire sits in the First Class seat,\nwriting in a journal. Sad. Scared. And after a beat, Jin is\nthere, with a tray of sea urchins.\n\nShe regards the plate.\n\nCLAIRE\n... oh. No thank you.\n\nBut Jin insists:\n\nJIN\n(in KOREAN)\nYou will need to eat -- especially you,\nyou should have some.\n\nShe hesitates, but takes some. Chews some off. Eats it. And\nGod, does she not like it. Jin watches her, nodding:\n\nJIN (CONT'D)\n(in KOREAN)\nIt's good, isn't it?\n\nAnd as she eats the horrible food, suddenly her face changes.\nLike she just felt something.\n\nJin looks on, concerned -- and Claire stands --\n\nCLAIRE\n-- oh my God--\n\nJIN\n(in KOREAN)\n-- what is it? Are you-- are you okay?\n\n69.\n\nAnd she suddenly SMILES -- beams -- THANK GOD, SHE'S FELT A\nKICK!\n\nCLAIRE\n-- I felt it! Come here-- feel this!\n\n-- and she takes Jin's hand -- which disturbs him to no end --\nhe doesn't like this situation at all -- especially what she\ndoes: PLACING HIS HAND ON HER BELLY --\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\n-- do you feel that?! Feel that! It's a\nkick! That's a foot! Right there-- no\nwait, it's moving-- he's moving around--\nhe... I guess I think it's a he...\n\nJIN\n(in KOREAN)\n-- excuse me, that's okay, I don't need\nto-- I would rather not-- no, that's all\nright, please let go of my hand--\n\nAnd Claire's laughing now at the relief -- her eyes tearing\nup as she talks to her belly:\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\n-- I felt you-- thank you-- thank you!\n\nEXT. OVERGROWN GRASS FIELD - DAY\n\nAnother WIDE SHOT. Different area, some time later. And our\nGROUP arrives, hiking through. As they do:\n\nSAWYER\nOkay. Wide open space.\n(to Sayid)\nYou should check the radio -- see if\nwe're good.\n\nSAYID\nWe're not gonna have any reception yet--\n\nSAWYER\n-- tell you what -- just try it.\n\nSAYID\nI don't want to waste the batteries--\n\nSAWYER\n-- I'm not asking you to keep it on all\nday--\n\n70.\n\nSAYID\n-- we're still blocked by the mountain--\n\nSAWYER\n-- just check the damn radio!\n\nSAYID\nIf I just CHECK, we might not have any\njuice left when we get to--\n\nA sudden RUMBLE -- they all turn to look toward the SOUND,\ncoming from the OVERGROWN GRASS FIELD -- something LOUD --\nsomething COMING, FAST -- and they all FREEZE, afraid --\n\nBOONE\n-- the hell's that?\n\nSHANNON\n(quiet, sudden panic)\n-- oh God--\n\nAnd they all turn to look -- to the distant, tall-growing\nGRASS -- PUSH IN on our characters -- KATE --\n\nKATE\n... something's coming --\n\nThen we SMASH CUT TO:\n\nEXT. TALL GRASS - DAY\n\n-- we're RIPPING THROUGH THE GRASS at a SIDE-ANGLE -- A VIEW\nOF THE LEGS OF THIS CHARGING, SNORTING BEAST -- BUT IT'S\nMOVING SO FUCKING FAST THAT IT'S JUST A LOUD, HORRIFYING BLUR\nand just as fast we SMASH CUT BACK TO:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nWHIP TO CHARLIE, TERRIFIED if under-stated:\n\nCHARLIE\n(choked voice)\n-- coming towards us, I think...?\n\n-- hell yeah, it is -- a hundred yards away and closing --\nit's BIG, it's CHARGING, and it's KICKING UP DUST in the over\ngrown grass --\n\nEXT. TALL GRASS - DAY\n\n-- another FAST, LOUD BLUR of a CHARGING CREATURE and --\n\n71.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\n-- Kate's been through too much now -- she grabs Charlie and\nthe two run off --\n\nKATE\nLET'S MOVE!\n\nThe RUMBLING CHARGE -- A SNORTING BEAST GETTING LOUDER --\nShannon just stands there, SCREAM-SHRIEKING OUT OF HER MIND:\n\nSHANNON\nI SHOULDN'T HAVE COME ON THIS!!!\n\n-- and Boone grabs her and YANKS her away and Kate is RUNNING\nto, she turns back to Sawyer, who stands there alone,\nintensely facing whatever's coming -- and Kate yells:\n\nKATE\nSAWYER, COME ON!!! NO, SAWYER!!!\n\nSAYID\nLET HIM GO!\n\nBut Sawyer doesn't move -- instead he does something wildly\nsurprising: HE PULLS OUT A GUN AND BEGINS FIRING AT THE\nAPPROACHING THING! BAM! BAM! BAM!\n\nAnd Kate and the others stop, shocked, watching in out-of\nbreath horror as Sawyer FIRES, AGAIN AND AGAIN and the thing\ngets CLOSER AND CLOSER UNTIL SAWYER'S GUN FIRES OUT AND\nSUDDENLY, EXPLODING FROM THE BRUSH: A GIANT FUCKING ANIMAL\nBURSTS OUT, FALLING TO THE DIRTY GROUND, DEAD -- BLEEDING --\nand heaving its last breaths only two feet away from Sawyer,\nwho stares, in shock...\n\n... at a giant WHITE BEAR.\n\nAnd now we're on Charlie, Shannon, Sayid and Boone -- all of\nthem, in total mind-bending shock at what's just happened.\nOut of breath, they all walk over to the beast, which inhales\nand then exhales for the last time. A long beat, then:\n\nSHANNON\n... that's... that's a big bear.\n\nBOONE\n-- you think... that's what killed the\npilot?\n\nKate throws a look at Charlie -- this is exactly why he\nshould have kept his mouth shut. But as the cat is already\nout of the bag --\n\n72.\n\nCHARLIE\nThat? No. No, that's maybe a little tiny\npreemie baby version-- this is nothing\ncompared to that--\n\nKATE\nGuys? This isn't just a bear.\n(beat)\nIt's a polar bear.\n\nAnd they're all staring, incredulous...\n\nEXT. MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY - DAY\n\nMOVE PAST PRESCRIPTION BOTTLES, a pair of SCISSORS. THE\nSEWING KIT. CLEAN WHITE T-SHIRT torn into STRIPS -- makeshift\nBANDAGES. THE STRAIGHT RAZOR. A REMOVED SINK BASIN FROM THE\nLAV, full of water. PAN UP TO REVEAL --\n\nJack has built a makeshift TENT out of the deflated LIFE RAFT\nover Shrapnel Man, now stripped down to his waist. Hurley is\nhere. Leans over the \"patient\" --\n\nHURLEY\nYou sure he's out?\n\nJACK\nHe's out.\n\nHURLEY\nHow do you know he won't wake up when you\npull that thing out?\n\nJACK\n(flips open razor)\nI don't.\n\nHurley doesn't exactly feel reassured by this information.\nMoves in real close over Shrapnel Man --\n\nHURLEY\nHey, guy -- you awake?\n(louder)\nYo! There's a rescue Plane! Hey!\n(nothing)\nYeah, he's out.\n\nJack passes the blade over the flame of a LIGHTER. Hurley's\npale --\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\n... so what do I--?\n\n73.\n\nJACK\nIt's unlikely he'll regain consciousness,\nbut the pain might bring him around. If\nit does... I need you to hold him down.\n\nHURLEY\nUh -- I'm not so good around blood, man.\n\nJACK\nThen don't look.\n\nHURLEY\nYeah. But I'm not so good around blood.\n\nJACK\nJust do your best, okay?\n\nJack puts the lighter down, then puts both hands on the\nshrapnel.\n\nHURLEY\nShouldn't you like, wash your hands?\n\nJACK\nI did. But he'll probably get infected no\nmatter what I do. He lives, we just hope\nthe antibiotics work. Don't look.\n\nHURLEY\n(turns away)\nOkay...\n\nMutters something to himself. Maybe a silent prayer. A TENSE\nMOMENT... and then, suddenly Jack YANKS THE SHRAPNEL FROM THE\nMAN'S BELLY as we --\n\nSMASH CUT TO BLACK.\n\nEND ACT SIX\n\nACT SEVEN\n\nFADE IN:\n\nINT. MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY TENT - DAY\n\nSeconds after Jack has pulled out the shrapnel -- Jack doing\nhis best to assess the wound, now bleeding profusely. Hurley\nhas neglected his duty in holding Shrapnel Man down, in\nawe/disgust/shock about what's happening in front of him --\n\nHURLEY\nDude...\n\n74.\n\nJACK\nHand me those strips--\n\nAnd thank fucking God most of this happening below frame\nbecause Jack actually just put his hand inside the guy.\n\nHURLEY\nDude.\n\n-- I don't think I can --\n\n-- \"Oh.\" Oh what? What's going on? Is there something in\nthere --\n\nJACK\nJust hand me the strips -- I need to get\nthis blood --\n(feels something; it ain't good)\n-- Oh.\n\n-- I need a little focus, okay? The strips. Just hand me the -\n-\n\nBut Hurley in fact cannot focus. He's looking at the open\nwound, eyes glazing over. Jack sees it --\n\nJACK\nHey! Don't even think about-- HURLEY!\n\nBut it's too late. Hurley crumples, hits the ground like a\nbag of rocks -- PASSED OUT.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nDammit.\n\nAnd as he does his best to refocus on the task at hand --\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nThe group -- still reacting to the almost-dead POLAR BEAR.\nSawyer, eyes on the bear, shoves his gun into the back of his\npants.\n\nBOONE\n... that can't... be a polar be--\n\nKATE\nIt's a polar bear.\n\nSAWYER\nIt's a polar bear.\n\n75.\n\nSHANNON\nWait a minute. Wait a minute. I never...\nfinished college. But... polar bears\ndon't... normally live in the jungle,\nright--?\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah, spot-on. No, they don't. This is a\nfreakshow--\n\nKATE\n(to Sayid)\nHave you ever heard of anything like\nthis?\n\nSAYID\nNo, this is, uh... polar bears don't live\nnear this far south--\n\nBOONE\n... this one does.\n\nSAWYER\nDid. Did. You're welcome for that.\n\nAnd Kate turns to him. Tough.\n\nKATE\nWhere did that come from.\n\nSAWYER\nProb'ly Bear Village. How the hell do I\nknow--?\n\nKATE\nNot the bear, the gun.\n\nSAWYER\nI got it off one of the bodies.\n\nSAYID\n(confronting him too)\nOne of the bodies.\n\nSAWYER\n(fuck you)\nYeah, one of the bodies.\n\nSHANNON\nPeople don't carry guns on planes!\n\n76.\n\nSAWYER\nThey do if they're a U.S. Marshal! There\nwas one on the plane--\n\nKATE\n-- how do you know that?!\n\nSAWYER\n'Cause I saw a guy lying there with an\nankle holster-- so I took the gun,\nthought it might come in handy, guess\nwhat, it did!\n\nKATE\n-- why do you think he was a Marshal?\n\nSAWYER\nBecause he had a clip-on badge!\n(WHIPS OUT THE BADGE, angry)\nTook that too! Thought it was cool!\nListen, Sweetheart, you should be kissing\nmy ass after what I just did for you!\n\nSAYID\nI know who you are. You're the prisoner.\n\nSAWYER\n(beat)\n... I'm the what?\n\nSAYID\nYou found a gun on a U.S. Marshal? Yes, I\nbelieve you did. You knew it was there\nbecause you were the one he was bringing\nback to the States. Those handcuffs were\non you.\n(everyone stares at Sawyer,\nnervous)\nThat's how you knew there was a gun --\n\nSAWYER\nHey, guess what, screw you!\n\nSAYID\nThat's who you are, you son-of-a-bitch!\n\nSAWYER\nBe as suspicious of me as I am of you--\ngo ahead!\n\nSAYID\nYou accuse me, but you are the prisoner!\n\n77.\n\nSAWYER\n-- fine, I'm the criminal! You're the\nterrorist, we can all play a part!\n(to Shannon)\nWho do you wanna be--? I'll tell ya what\nyou should be!\n\nAnd in the middle of their argument KATE GRABS THE GUN FROM\nSAWYER'S PANTS -- Sawyer swings around --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nHEY!\n\nBut Kate stands there, defiantly holding the gun on Sawyer.\nEveryone just freezes -- TENSE --\n\nKATE\nWho knows how to use a gun?\n\nCHARLIE\nI think you just pull the trigger. But\nKate, we just escaped death, let's not\npush our luck--\n\nKATE\nI want to take it apart.\n\nCHARLIE\n-- oh--\n\nSAYID\nThere's a button on the grip -- push\nthat, it will eject the magazine.\n\nAnd Kate does it: it POPS out with a solid metallic SNAP.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nBut there's still a round in the chamber -\nhold the grip, pull back on the top part\nof the gun --\n\nShe does that -- the bullet POPS out. She tosses Sayid the\nclip. She picks up the bullet. Hands Sawyer the worthless\ngun. He takes it, somehow amused by her.\n\nSAWYER\nI know your type.\n\nKATE\nI'm not so sure.\n\nSAWYER\nYeah, I've been with girls like you.\n\n78.\n\nKATE\nNot girls exactly like me.\n\nSawyer's amused by her. And he just walks away -- and we HOLD\nON KATE for a long beat as she watches him go... finally\nHEARING:\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #3 (V.O.)\n\nCan I get you a refill?\n\nAnd Kate looks up as we CUT TO:\n\nOMITTED\n\nINT. PLANE - DAY\n\nWe're looking up at the FLIGHT ATTENDANT -- and realize that\nwe're back on the plane. The moments before the trouble.\n\nAnd the Flight Attendant is talking to KATE, who looks up at\nher -- and as if having to hide some deep trouble, kindly\nsays about her almost-empty cup of Coke:\n\nKATE\nNo, I'm fine with this, thank you.\n\nThe Flight Attendant turns to the MAN sitting beside Kate --\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #3\n\n-- you, sir?\n\nAND WE REALIZE IT'S THE MAN WHO WAS BLEEDING FROM THE HEAD AT\nTHE CRASH SCENE -- THE MAN WHO JACK IS OPERATING ON.\n\nMAN\n(to her chest)\nI'll have a coffee, sweetheart.\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT #3\n\n-- coffee, sure--\n\nAnd the Flight Attendant moves away. The Man glances at Kate.\nKate stares out the window, pensive. A beat.\n\nMAN\nYou look worried.\n(she says nothing)\nI'd be worried too, I was you.\n\nKate's eyes just stare at the blue out there.\n\n79.\n\nMAN (CONT'D)\nHey -- look at the bright side. There's\nan off-chance they'll believe your story.\n(tongue firmly in cheek)\nI sure know I do.\n\nKate finally looks at him. An intense stare. For a reason\nwe're about to learn, she resents this man.\n\nKATE\nIt doesn't matter to me what you believe.\n\nHe grins. If it wasn't clear before, it's clear now -- this\nguy is a Class-A prickfuck.\n\nMAN\nWell that sure is true. Always has been.\n(long beat)\nYou sure you don't want another soda?\n\nKATE\n(defiant)\nYeah, thanks.\n\nThen she goes to take a final sip -- and what we see shocks\nus.\n\nKATE IS WEARING THE HANDCUFFS.\n\nHER JACKET HAS HIDDEN THEM FROM THOSE AROUND HER -- BUT HOLY\nSHIT, SHE'S THE ONE THE U.S. MARSHAL WAS TAKING BACK TO THE\nSTATES -- AND THE MAN BESIDE HER IS THAT MARSHAL.\n\nAs she finishes her drink, the PLANE SHAKES. Just a little.\nNo big deal. DING -- \"FASTEN SEATBELTS\" LIGHTS UP.\n\nFLIGHT ATTENDANT'S VOICE\nLadies and gentleman, the pilot has\nturned on the fasten seatbelts sign --\nplease return to your seats with your\nseatbelts fastened...\n\nAnd Kate turns to the man.\n\nKATE\nI have one favor to ask.\n\nMAN\nThis oughta be good. Wh--\n\n80.\n\nAND SUDDENLY THE PLANE DROPS TWO HUNDRED FEET IN TWO SECONDS -\nPEOPLE HIT THE CEILING -- SCREAMS AS THE BEVERAGE CART COMES\nDOWN, HITTING THE MAN BESIDE KATE -- HE'S SUDDENLY\nUNCONSCIOUS AS THE PLANE HITS HORRIBLE TURBULENCE --\n\nOMITTED\n\n-- PASSENGERS SCREAMING -- TERRIFIED --\n\n-- AND THE PLANE DROPS -- it's MAYHEM as the thing is about\nto break up and the OXYGEN MASKS DROP NOW and people scramble\nto grab them -- Kate tries too --\n\nBUT HER CUFFS ARE ATTACHED TO HER BELT -- SHE CAN'T REACH\nHIGH ENOUGH -- AND SHE CAN BARELY BREATHE NOW -- UNABLE TO\nREACH FOR THE OXYGEN MASK --\n\nPEOPLE ARE SCREAMING --\n\nCAMERA SHAKING MADLY AS THE STRUCTURE OF THE PLANE IS TESTED -\nTHE VIEW OUT KATE'S WINDOW ALTERNATELY SKY AND SEA AS THEY\nDROP --\n\nTHEN KATE\n\nGRABS THE UNCONSCIOUS MAN AND PULLS HIM OVER HER -- HE SLUMPS\nON TOP OF HER, HEAD BLOODY AND SHE PULLS HIS KEY-RING OUT --\nSCRAMBLES TO UNLOCK HER CUFFS -- SHE DOES -- AND SHE GRABS\nTHE OXYGEN MASK, PUTS IT ON HER -- AND PROPS THE MARSHAL UP\nIN HIS SEAT -- GRABS HIS MASK AND PUTS IT ON HIM.\n\nAND WE'RE TIGHT ON KATE --\n\nTERRIFIED OUT OF HER MIND AS THE PLANE IS ABOUT TO BREAK UP --\nAND WE'RE LOOKING AT HER AS THE REAR OF THE PLANE RIPS OFF --\nJUST FUCKING DISAPPEARS -- PEOPLE AND THINGS FALLING OUT INTO\nNOTHINGNESS AS WE SMASH CUT TO:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nJust where we left Kate -- as the others walk off, following\nSawyer. Sayid then moves to Kate, who's pale now. And he says\nto her, sweetly:\n\nSAYID\n-- we should keep moving.\n\nAnd Kate nods -- and heads off --\n\n81.\n\nEXT. MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY TENT - DAY\n\nHurley still out fucking cold, Jack continues his surgery. Up\nto his elbows in blood. His patient, now clearly identifiable\nas the MARSHAL who flew with Kate.\n\nWe don't see what Jack is doing, but it has a frantic feel to\nit. Clearly get the sense that things have gone from bad to\nworse.\n\nHis hands move on autopilot -- using the torn shirt to soak\nup the blood with his left hand -- holds the needle and\nthread in his right, trying to stitch up whatever is torn\ninside -- A desperate attempt to stick his thumb in the dam\nthat is this guy's life. And that's when --\n\nSHRAPNEL MAN\nGah ---\n\nJack FREEZES -- the Man's face is contorting in pain as he\nbegins to GAIN CONSCIOUSNESS --\n\nJACK\n-- no --\n\nThe guy is literally struggling to breathe -- but he's\nconscious now. Moving his lips, something coming out in a\nwhisper -- the guy is WILLING himself to say something --\nJack puts down the needle -- leans closer --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nWhat? I can't...\n\nAnd suddenly, the guy GRABS Jack by the shirt. Pulls him\nclose with his last ounce of strength. And he HISSES --\n\nTHE MARSHAL\n\nWHERE IS SHE?\n\nOff Jack's face --\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nTIGHT ON A SMALL LEAF (known as \"Sleeping Grass\"). A small\nhand touches it -- and the LEAF CLOSES. RACK FOCUS TO REVEAL\nWalt, sitting on the sand, studying this odd plant.\n\nAfter a beat he HEARS:\n\nMICHAEL (O.S.)\nWalt!\n\n82.\n\nAnd Walt turns around -- across the beach, he sees his\nfather.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nYou looking for this?\n\nWalt looks, curious. And Michael steps forward -- REVEALING\nVINCENT, WALT'S WHITE LAB. Walt's face comes to life as he\nRACES across the sand to the dog, who runs to Walt. Walt hugs\nthe dog, loving him. Michael watches this. He can't help but\nsmile at the reunion.\n\nThen Michael looks over to Jack -- who kneels over the Man\nwith the shrapnel wound. And Jack is talking to the Man --\nand Michael watches this from a distance -- can't hear\nanything -- but what Michael sees is fascinating.\n\nThe Man -- the Marshal -- is telling Jack something.\nSomething urgent -- and Jack's reaction is shock. Disbelief.\n\nAnd the Man -- holding on to Jack's lapel -- dies. And Jack\nstares at him, stunned.\n\nMichael watches as Jack finally sits back, exhausted,\nshocked.\n\nAnd Michael watches him, intrigued.\n\nWe're TIGHT ON JACK -- LONG LONG LENS -- as he looks off, his\nmind spinning --\n\nEXT. MOUNTAIN - DAY\n\nWe're TIGHT ON KATE as she walks, staring off, numb...\nreliving her last moments on that airplane... HOLD ON HER for\na long beat.\n\nANGLE - SAYID\n\nAlso walking. He pulls out the transceiver as they go. Sawyer\nsees this.\n\nSAWYER\nOh. Now it's a good time to check the\nradio. Not before, but now.\n\nSAYID\nWe're up higher.\n\nSAWYER\n(asshole)\nYes we are.\n\n83.\n\nSawyer walks off, past Sayid as Sayid turns on the radio.\nStares at the screen. And he walks up to camera and stops --\nnow in EXTREME CLOSEUP.\n\nAND WE SEE HIS POV --\n\nTIGHT: A BAR FLICKERS in the RECEPTION window -- Sayid's\nshocked -- breathless --\n\nBACK TO SCENE\n\nSAYID\n-- bar-- bar, there's a bar--\n(then, loud)\n\nHEY! WE GOT A BAR!!!\n\nThe Others stop -- turn to him -- Sayid fiddles with the\ncontrols as the others surround him -- he holds down a button\nand makes the call:\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\n-- mayday mayday--\n\nBut: SCRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HORRIBLE FEEDBACK!\n\nKATE\n-- what's that?\n\n-- feedback from what?\n\n-- what would do that?\n\nSAYID\n-- feedback--\n\n-- I don't know --\n\nSAWYER\nI'll tell you what would do that. This\nguy not fixing the radio-- the thing\ndoesn't work --\n\nAnd once again: SCRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Sayid\nreleases the button --\n\nSAYID\nNo -- no, it's not broken...\n(suddenly)\nWe can't transmit because something's\nalready transmitting.\n\nThis sinks in --\n\n84.\n\nSHANNON\nWhat?\n\nCHARLIE\nTransmitting from where?\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nSomewhere close -- the signal's strong --\n\nCHARLIE\nClose? You mean here on the island close?\nThat's fantastic!\n\nBOONE\nMaybe it's other survivors --\n\nSHANNON\nFrom our plane? How --\n\nSAWYER\nSo what kind of \"transmission\" is it?\n\nSAYID\nCould be a Satphone -- maybe a radio\nsignal...\n\nTIGHT ON KATE as she finally asks the only question really\nworth answering --\n\nKATE\nCan we listen to it?\n\nSAYID\nI don't know what frequency the signal is\n- hold on --\n\nSayid begins to SCAN for the frequency -- nothing but STATIC.\n\nSAWYER\n-- there's no transmission--\n\nKATE\nSawyer, shut-up--\n\nCHARLIE\nIt's the rescue crew -- it must be --\n\nAnd suddenly GASPS from the group as they HEAR A FRANTIC\nFEMALE VOICE:\n\nFEMALE VOICE (V.O.)\n... Il est dehors... Il est dehors et\nBrennan pris les clefs!\n\n85.\n\nCHARLIE\n-- That's French. The French are coming!\nI've never been so grateful for the\nFrench --\n\nOur people can't believe they're actually hearing another\nvoice:\n\nKATE\nI never took French -- What's she saying?\n\nFEMALE VOICE (V.O.)\n-- veuillez nous aider... Ils sont morts\n\n- Ils sont tous morts...\n\nSAYID\n-- does anyone speak French?\n\nMOVING over all their faces as the voice continues. No. None\nof them speak French. But then -- pointing:\n\nBOONE\nShe does.\n\nBoone's pointing at Shannon. And not since Algebra 2 has\nShannon been on the spot like this.\n\nSHANNON\nWhat?!? No I don't...\n\nBOONE\nWHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU\nSPENT A YEAR IN PARIS!\n\nSHANNON\nDRINKING! NOT STUDYING!\n\nAnd now another VOICE emerges from the walkie. A MALE VOICE,\noddly flat. Without inflection. Automaton --\n\nMALE VOICE (V.O.)\nIteration one seven two nine four five\nthree one.\n\nCHARLIE\n(fucking befuddled)\nRight then -- what was that?\n\nBut now the FRENCH WOMAN is speaking again. And her voice is\nFADING a little...\n\n86.\n\nSAYID\n-- nonono--\n\n-- the batteries -- they're dying--\n\nKATE\n-- what? \"Nonono\" what?\n\nBOONE\n(to Shannon)\n\nI'VE SEEN YOU TALK FRENCH!!! LISTEN TO THIS!!!\n\nShannon tries to understand it -- shaking, her eyes closed --\nKate's nervous --\n\nKATE\nHow much time do we -- ?\n\nSAYID\n-- not much --\n\nSAWYER\nYou're telling me no one here speaks\nFrench?!?\n\nCHARLIE\n-- that voice -- that's weird --\n\nMALE VOICE (V.O.)\nIteration one seven two nine four five\nthree two.\n\nAnd THE DESPERATE FEMALE VOICE begins again...\n\nFEMALE VOICE (V.O.)\n-- nous aider... Ils sont morts --\n\nSHANNON\n(small voice)\nIt's-- it's repeating--\n\nSAYID\n-- Yes, she's right -- It's a loop.\n\"Iteration.\" It's repeating the same\nmessage.\n(and to prove it)\nIt's a counter -- the next number will\nend five three three.\n\nAnd they HUSH, focused on the transceiver as --\n\n87.\n\nMALE VOICE (V.O.)\nIteration one seven two nine four five\nthree three.\n\nBeat. Then, the FRENCH WOMAN begins again, still FAINTER -\nSayid looks up at the others, triumphant.\n\nSAWYER\nDoes anyone understand what the hell he's\ntalking about?\n\nSAYID\nIt's a running count. Of the number of\ntimes the message has repeated. It's\nroughly thirty seconds long, so...\n\nSayid's eyes look skyward, lips moving -- runs the numbers...\n\nSAWYER\nDon't forget to carry the one, chief.\n\nCHARLIE\n-- guys, the battery--\n\nKATE\nGive him a minute.\n\nBoone couldn't care less about figuring out the numbers. He\nis still intent on his sister --\n\nBOONE\n-- C'mon, Shan --what's she saying? Try.\n\nFEMALE VOICE (V.O.)\nSi n'importe qui peut entendre ceci --\nveuillez nous aider...\n\nSHANNON\n(scrambling; stressed)\n-- I don't know -- I think she's saying\n\"Please.\"\n(listens)\nShe's saying \"Please help me. Please come\nget me.\"\n\nSAWYER\n(losing his shit)\nOr she's not! You don't speak French!\n\nKATE\nLet her listen.\n\n88.\n\nFEMALE VOICE (V.O.)\nIl les a tues. Il les a tues tous.\n\nAnd Shannon's face FALLS as she listens, something\nregistering... and whatever it is, it scares the LIVING SHIT\nOUT OF HER.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat? What is it?\n\nThe voice gets fainter and fainter. Shannon brings the walkie\nto her ear, she's calm now, almost as if she's CHANNELING the\nspeaker. And yeah -- it's fucking SPOOKY...\n\nSHANNON\n\"Please help... I'm alone now... on the\nisland alone. Someone please come... the\nothers, they're dead. It killed them.\n(then)\nIt killed them all.\"\n\nAnd with that, complete and utter SILENCE. The battery is\ndead. Just the wind. Then Shannon lowers the transceiver.\n\nWe suddenly find SAYID. His lips stop moving. His eyes drop\nfrom the heavens. And he looks even more frightened than the\nrest of them.\n\nSAYID\nSixteen years.\n\nSAWYER\n(snapping out of it)\nWhat?\n\nSAYID\nSixteen years. Five months. And nine\ndays. That's the count.\n\nCHARLIE\nThe count? What -- ?\n\nBOONE\nYou wanna give us a minute here, man?\n'Cause this is --\n\nSAYID\nThe message. The iterations. It's a\ndistress call. A mayday. A plea for help.\nAnd if the counter's right, it's been\nplaying... over and over for sixteen\nyears.\n\n89.\n\nAnd we let that doozy sink in for a moment before --\n\nBOONE\nSomeone else was stranded here?\n\nKATE\nMaybe someone came for them...\n\nSAWYER\nIf someone came, why's it still playing?\n\nBeat. Another beat. And another. Taking in all six of\nthem. All equally freaked... no longer so sure they were\nlucky to survive. Finally --\n\nCHARLIE\nGuys -- where are we?\n\nCUT TO BLACK.\n\nTHE END"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"Walkabout\"\n\nWritten by\n\nDavid Fury\n\nTEASER\n\nMoving through the \"O\" of the \"LOST\" TITLE, as we HEAR...\nCHAOS -- people shouting, wailing in pain, a woman screaming,\nthe WHINE of a jet engine, then...\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n42 42\n\nXCU - A MAN'S EYE as it snaps open (deja vu). CUT WIDE to\nsee it belongs to\n\nLOCKE, lying by the side of the smoking fuselage. We quickly\nrealize this is right after the crash. A FLASHBACK. And\nwe're experiencing it from his point-of-view. Dazed, he\nprops himself up on his elbows and glances around, taking\nstock of the other terrified survivors, including the\nscreaming SHANNON, etc., until suddenly he notices...\n\nHIS POV - His feet. One of his shoes is missing.\n\nLocke stares dumbly at his socked foot for a moment, then...\n\nHe slowly wiggles his big toe. Then, all the toes.\n\nHe barely has time to process his parts are working before he\nspots something. CUT WIDE--\n\nOVER HIS SHOE, lying nearby on its side -- its CLEAN,\nPRISTINE, UNSCUFFED SOLE facing camera.\n\nOblivious to the panicked people running past him, Locke\nretrieves the shoe, then sits up.\n\nAmid the din, we may notice a new sound - A DOG BARKING. It\nstarts faint, at first, then grows progressively louder as\nLocke slowly bends his knee, bringing his foot into his lap.\n\nAs he proceeds to put his shoe back on, we PUSH IN, the\nBARKING becoming louder, more frantic...\n\n...and LOCKE looks up...\n\n43 43\nEXT. BEACH - NIGHT\n\nCLOSE ON LOCKE, sitting on the beach -- lost in his own\nthoughts -- SNAPPED OUT by the sound of VINCENT barking. He\nlooks over at...\n\nWALT, holding VINCENT back as the dog strains at his leash.\nA groggy MICHAEL sits next to him.\n\nMICHAEL\nWalt, ya gotta keep that dog quiet.\n\nWALT\nI dunno what's the matter with him.\n(pulling on leash)\nC'mon, Vincent-- Cut it out...\n\nMichael offers an apologetic look to Shannon and Boone, a few\nfeet away.\n\nMICHAEL\nSorry...\n\nSHANNON tsk with annoyance. BOONE nods, understandingly.\n\nWe get QUICK POPS of some of the other regulars, stirring\nawake to the commotion: SAYED, CLAIRE, HURLEY, JIN and SUN,\netc. That's when we find...\n\nJACK, already up. And staring at something. KATE appears\nfrom behind and sidles up next to him.\n\nKATE\nWhat is it?\n\nShe follows his gaze to see he's looking at\n\nTHE FUSELAGE. From inside we hear NOISES - banging around,\ndull thuds.\n\nCLAIRE\nSomebody's in there.\n\nSAYID\nEverybody in there's dead.\n\nJACK\n(under his breath)\nSawyer.\n\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nStanding right behind you, jackass.\n\nJack looks back over his shoulder to, indeed, find SAWYER.\nThen, turning back, and with a deep breath, Jack takes out\nhis itty-bitty PENLIGHT. He moves off toward the opening of\nthe ruined fuselage.\n\nKATE\nJack...?\n\nON SAWYER - he throws a smirking glance to Kate, as he whips\nout his MEGA-WATT FLASHLIGHT. Kate rolls her eyes, then\nfollows Jack. Sawyer follows her.\n\nMuch schmuck-baiting as Jack nears the opening of the\nwreckage, and Locke folds into the group from the other side.\nThe others in the camp hang back.\n\nREVERSE ANGLE - the four arrive at the opening and peer in.\nThe banging and noises are louder now. And we see something\nin the foreground... something NOT HUMAN moving inside.\n\nON SAWYER - Waiting for Jack to make a move. Then, out of\npatience...\n\nSAWYER\nHow `bout I shed a little light on--\n\nSawyer switches his lamp on and attempts to bring it up, as a\nSHARP GRUNT is heard from inside the fuselage, and Jack\nblocks his arm.\n\nPUSH IN to the darkness inside the cabin as we can just make\nout...\n\nCLOSE-UP - SOMETHING'S HEAD turning to look at them.\nMoonlight glinting of its feral, furious eyes as it snorts...\n\nCLOSE ON JACK - Staring back at it... Without turning, he\nsays to the others in a quiet, but urgent whisper:\n\nJACK\nRun.\n\nEND OF TEASER\n\nACT ONE\n\n44 EXT. BEACH - NIGHT 44\n\nContinuous. The others barely have time to act on Jack's\nsuggestion when Sawyer shines the flashlight inside.\n\nJACK\nNo!\n\nFrom inside... SHRIEKS!\n\nTHREE SMALLISH SQUEALING BEASTS come barreling out of the\nfuselage, fanning out in different directions. Kate SCREAMS\nas they run, and the camp is thrown into chaos.\n\nRandom shouts of: \"Look out!,\" \"What's happening?!,\" \"Get\naway!,\" etc., as some flee, some cower, others bring up make-\nshift weapons to defend themselves as the creatures charge\npast them - including HURLEY, who wields a diving FLIPPER.\n\nHURLEY\nAww crud, now what?\n\nON JIN, brandishing a piece of driftwood as he commands SUN:\n\nJIN\n(in Korean)\nStay down.\n\nShe obeys, staying crouched behind him.\n\nIn the melee, one of the fleeing CASTAWAYS run right into\nCHARLIE, knocking him down onto a jagged piece of wreckage.\n\nCHARLIE\nHey-- Oww!\n\nOn the ground, Charlie looks at the gash across his forearm,\nthen glances up and reacts as A BEASTIE closes in on him...\n\nON CHARLIE - Terror rising. At the very last second, he's\nYANKED to his feet, flinching, as a BLUR OF FUR flashes by.\nHe glances back to discover it was\n\nJACK who pulled him out of the animal's path. They both turn\njust in time to see the RUSTLING OF BRUSH as the beasts\ndisappear into the jungle.\n\nON SAYID, shouting to the others.\n\nSAYID\nIt's alright! They're gone!\n\nON BOONE, who'd been shielding a wigged out Shannon.\n\nBOONE\nYou okay?\n\nSHANNON\nYeah. Way to go, Ace.\n\nON CHARLIE and JACK...\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat the bloody hell was it?\n\nON LOCKE, nearby, staring off, stoically, in the direction of\nthe departing animals.\n\nLOCKE\nBoars.\n\nUPCUT TO CU ON:\n\nINT. INFIRMARY TENT - A LITTLE LATER\n45 45\n\nJACK\nWe have to get rid of the bodies.\n\nWIDEN to see him conferring with Kate and Sayid as he dresses\nCharlie's wound.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat, bury them? There's a whole\nbunch in there--\n\nSAYID\nMore than twenty. Digging will be\ndifficult without shovels or--\n\nJACK\nNot bury. We have to burn them.\n\nThe other three react, taken aback by that. Jack notices --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nWhat?\n\nKATE JACK\nThey're people. -- I know they're people,\nKate...\n\nSAYID\nBurning the remains... They deserve\nbetter than--\n\nJACK\nThan what? Getting eaten by wild\nanimals? `Cause that's what's\ngonna happen. Any bodies we bury\nwon't stay buried for long. Look,\nI know it seems harsh. But that\nfuselage, in the sun, it's not\nabout what they deserve...\n(softening)\nThey're gone. And we're not.\n\nSayid looks at the ground, shaking his head.\n\nSAYID\nWhat you say may be true.\n(looks back up to Jack)\nBut it's not right. For us to\ndecide how these people are laid to\nrest, with no regard to their own\nwishes -- their religions-\n\nJACK\nWe don't have time to sort out\neverybody's God.\n\nCHARLIE\nReally? Last I heard, we're\npositively made of time.\n\nKATE CHARLIE\nCharlie... -- What? I'm just saying...\n\nJACK\nHey, I'm not happy about it either.\nBut the plane crashed a thousand\nmiles off-course. They're looking\nfor us in the wrong place. If\nthey're even still looking.\n(then)\nIt's been four days. Nobody's\ncoming.\n\nThe remainder of this registers on Sayid's face.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nIn the morning, we need everybody\nto start collecting wood... Dried\nbrush... We're going in turn that\nfuselage into a furnace.\n\nKATE\nCrematorium, you mean.\n\nJack looks at her. And nods. Starts to exit, STOPS --\n\nJACK\nWe'll wait until the sun goes down\ntomorrow night to set the fire.\n\nKate nods as Jack goes. As the others start to disperse,\nCharlie looks at Kate...\n\nCHARLIE\nIf he's so eager to get this done,\nwhy're we waiting `til...\n\nKATE\nHe's hoping somebody'll see it.\n\nShe crosses off as Charlie takes that in...\n\nEXT. HORIZON - DAWN - ESTABLISHING (STOCK) - DAY 5\n46 46\n\nThe sun peeks out over the empty ocean. Another day.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DUNE - MORNING\n47 47\n\nON A PILE of METAL PIECES, STRIPPINGS, WIRES and AIRPHONES\nWITH CORDS. Nearby lies the TRANSCEIVER from the cockpit.\nAs a HAND reaches in and picks up a wire, TILT UP to find\n\nSAYID, carefully wrapping the wire around a cylindrical piece\nof piping attached to a curved piece of metal.\n\nKATE (O.S.)\nGuess I'm not the only one who\ndidn't sleep last night.\n\nHe glances up at her, then goes back to work.\n\nSAYID\nThere are better uses for my time\nthan collecting firewood.\n\nKATE\n(gets his meaning)\nYou don't agree with Jack.\n\nSayid doesn't answer her, just goes about his business.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nWhat're you making?\n\nSAYID\nToo soon to talk about. Not sure\nif it'll even work.\n\nKATE\nYou're trying to pick up the\nsignal, aren't you? The one we\nheard on the transceiver.\n\nBingo. Reluctantly, Sayid nods.\n\nSAYID\nIf the French woman's transmissions\nhave truly been playing on a loop\nfor sixteen years, then there must\nbe a power source on this island.\nA significant one.\n\nKATE\nYou can find it?\n\nSAYID\nHypothetically... yes.\n(beat)\nI'm making an antenna, of sorts.\nWith a few of these mounted at\ndifferent points on the island, I\nmay be able to use the transceiver\nto triangulate the signal. Find\nout where it's coming from.\n\nKATE\nWhat can I do to help?\n\nSAYID\nThis is only a prototype. Testing\nit now may be premature...\n\nKATE\nThen it's a good thing I test well.\n\nSayid eyes her for a moment. Smiles. A moment. Then --\n\nSAYID\nAppears you're as anxious to get\noff this island as I am.\n\nBoy, don't we know it. Off Kate...\n\n48 48\nEXT. BEACH - MEANWHILE\n\nON MICHAEL, collecting wood near the edge of the jungle.\nWalt sits nearby, petting Vincent, who's tied to a tree. He\nsuddenly catches sight of\n\nHIS POV - LOCKE, sitting in the sand, unlocking a SUITCASE,\nand lifting the lid toward camera, masking what's inside.\n\nON WALT, he gets up and starts to walk off. Michael sees him\nout of the corner of his eyes.\n\nMICHAEL\nWhere you going, man?\n\nWALT\n(busted)\nNowhere.\n\nMICHAEL looks over at LOCKE, now rummaging through the\nsuitcase.\n\nWALT (CONT'D)\nI just thought... I wanted to go\nsee what Mr. Locke's doing.\n\nMICHAEL\nHow `bout you help your dad with\nthe wood, okay?\n(beat)\nI'm sure Mr. Locke doesn't want a\nkid hanging around him all day,\nanyway.\n\nWalt is obviously not keen on that option, but he grudgingly\nbegins to pick up sticks --\n\nWALT\nAt least he talks to me.\n\nThat STINGS -- but it's kinda true, too.\n\nMICHAEL\nOkay. Let's talk then. What you\nwanna talk about?\n\nWALT\nForget it.\n\nAs Walt sulks, Michael casts another wary eye at Locke,\nbefore picking up a final piece of wood and crossing back to\nthe fuselage, where we find...\n\nJACK, a bandana around his neck, supervising as various\nothers bring over wood and brush. He takes Michael's\ndelivery and passes it along to a chain of two other MEN\ninside the cabin, also wearing something across their faces.\nHe casts a wary eye over at\n\nHIS POV - A SMALL GATHERING of four or five CASTAWAYS\ntalking, occasionally peering over. Among them is Claire,\nwho looks at Jack, then peels away and crosses to him.\n\nCLAIRE\nExcuse me. Doctor...?\n\nJACK\nJack. Claire, right?\n(re: her belly)\nHow's the...?\n\nCLAIRE\nGood. He's good.\n(beat)\nI think maybe you should see this.\n\nShe hands Jack some folded, partially SINGED papers. As he\nunfolds them...\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nSomebody found it.\n(pointing to the fuselage)\nIn there. They're collecting\nbelongings.\n\nJACK'S POV - The pages contain hand written notes accompanied\nby COLOR PHOTOS OF A HAPPY, YOUNG COUPLE, lovely bridal gown,\na luxurious beach resort, floral arrangements, etc.\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nThey're weeding plans.\n(pointing, reading)\n\"Steve and Kristen's.\" They were\non the plane. Sitting a couple of\nrows behind me. I remember\n`cause...\n(a little overcome)\nThey looked... so happy.\n\nJack quickly returns the pages to her, awkward under the\nweight of her raw emotion --\n\nJACK\nI-- I don't understand, Claire,\nwhat am I supposed to do with--\n\nCLAIRE\nI thought... Well, some of us were\nwondering if maybe we should do\nsome kind of... thing. Like a\nmemorial service or something. You\ncould lead it...\n\nJACK\nUh, no, I don't think...\n\nCLAIRE\nIt's just a few words. Or maybe we\ncould just read off names. From\nthe passports or driver's licenses--\n\nJack's had ENOUGH --\n\nJACK\nLook -- It's not my thing.\n\nClaire instantly backs off. Clear to her (and us) she's\npushing a button that best ain't pushed --\n\nCLAIRE\nOh. Okay. Then... maybe I could\ndo it.\n\nJACK\nYeah. Sounds fine. Whatever\neverybody wants.\n\nAnd with that, Jack walks off. As Claire watches him go...\n\n49 EXT. BEACH - EDGE OF THE JUNGLE - MEANWHILE 49\n\nON BOONE, collecting wood... He looks up as\n\nJIN, crosses by, his arms also laden with wood. They notice\neach other. After a moment, Boone offers:\n\nBOONE\nHi.\n\nJin returns the greeting with a friendly nod and moves off.\nBoone crosses to a piece of driftwood high on the beach, then\nsuddenly sees\n\nROSE, sitting far down the beach, near the surf, by herself.\n\nREVERSE - CLOSE ON ROSE, just sitting, staring out at the\nsea, gently caressing the gold band she wears on a string\naround her neck. We can make out BOONE in the deep\nbackground.\n\n50 50\nEXT. BEACH - MOMENTS LATER\n\nON SHANNON, doing a crossword puzzle in the back of an\nairline magazine, as others continue to toil around her. We\nsee BOONE dump off his wood by the fuselage and cross to her:\n\nBOONE\nThat woman's still sitting out\nthere.\n\nSHANNON\n(barely listening)\nUh huh.\n\nBOONE\nHer husband was on the plane. In\nthe back.\n\nSHANNON\nGreat.\n\nBOONE\nAre you even listening to me?\n\nSHANNON\nWhat's a four-letter word for \"I\ndon't care?\"\n\nBOONE\nShe hasn't moved from that spot\nsince yesterday, Shannon.\n(beat)\nSomebody should go talk to her.\n\nSHANNON\nI nominate you.\n(weary sigh)\nTaking care of the whole freakin'\nworld, one person at a time.\n\nBOONE SHANNON\nNot the whole world. Just my\n-- Who was doing just fine\nsister--\nuntil you came along.\n\nBOONE\nYeah! You had it all together.\nThat's why I had to fly seven\nthousand miles to rescue your ass.\n(then)\nFace it, Shannon. You'd be lost\nwithout me.\n\nSHANNON\nCorrection. I am lost with you.\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (PINK) 7/22/04 13.\n\nBOONE\nYeah, well, at least you know you\nwon't starve with me to take care\nof you.\nSHANNON BOONE\nI'm not gonna starve...\n-- Yeah? What're you gonna\neat?\n\nSHANNON\n(shrugs)\nOcean's full of fish.\n\nBOONE\nHate to break it to you, but the\nocean's not gonna take your gold\ncard.\nAnd now Shannon finally puts down her magazine. It's ON --\n\nSHANNON\nYou don't think I can catch a fish?\n\nBoone's look at her says it all. Nope. Before she can\nrespond, their attention's drawn to...\n\nANGLE ON SAWYER and HURLEY, yelling on top of one another.\nHurley keeps reaching for the backpack in Sawyer's hands.\nSawyer shoves him away. As they quarrel, ten or fifteen\ncastaways converge on them.\nHURLEY SAWYER\n-- hand `em over -- There's -- How `bout `no' --\nother people here, or don't Well, maybe if one of us\nyou give a crap -- didn't eat more than his fair\nThat's bull and you know it -- share, wouldn't be a shortage\nDude, what's your Problem?! -- Hey, I'm peachy, pork-pie.\nNot happy unless you're You're the one--\nscrewing over--\n\nBoone enters the fray, trying to calm the situation.\n\nBOONE\nOkay, guys, knock it off. C'mon --\nSAWYER\nStay outta this, Metro--\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nWhat's going on?\n\nSawyer, Hurley and Boone look over to see JACK, KATE and\nSAYID pushing past some of the onlookers.\n\nHURLEY\n(indicating Sawyer)\nJethro here's hoarding the last\nbags of peanuts.\n\nSAWYER\nIt's my own stash.\n(nodding to fuselage)\nFound `em in there.\n\nJACK\n(to Hurley)\nWhat about the rest of the food?\n\nHURLEY\n(to Hurley)\nThere is no rest of the food, dude.\nIt's gone. We kinda... ate it all.\n\nThe castaways start to murmur: \"No food?\" And PANIC begins\nto seep in. People are really starting to get scared. The\nKNOWERS doing their best to maintain order --\n\nJACK SAYID\nOkay, everybody calm down...\n-- We can find food. There\nare plenty of things on this\nisland to sustain us.\nON SAWYER, who casually leans against a row of detached\nairplane seats.\n\nSAWYER\nOh yeah? And exactly how are we\ngonna get this... sustenance?\nTHWACK! A good-sized knife suddenly imbeds itself in the\nempty seat next to Sawyer. He flinches back, startled.\n\nON JACK, KATE and the others as they turn toward the\ndirection from which the knife had come to see\n\nLOCKE.\nLOCKE\nWe hunt.\n\nStop. Let it sink in. The pure AUTHORITY of this man.\nAfter a moment, Kate steps toward him...\n\nKATE\nHow'd you get that knife on the\nplane?\n\nLocke eyes her a moment... then shrugs.\n\nLOCKE\nI checked it.\nJack PULLS the knife out of the seat. For a second we think\nhe might keep it... but instead, he offers it to Locke, hilt\nout. Sizing up this guy for the first time --\n\nJACK\nEither you've got good aim...\n(looks to Sawyer)\nOr bad aim, Mr...?\n\nMICHAEL\nLocke. His name's Locke.\n\nJACK\nOkay. So what is it we're hunting,\nMr. Locke?\n\nSLOW PUSH IN ON LOCKE as he speaks...\n\nLOCKE\nWe know there are wild boar on the\nisland. Razorbacks by the look of\nthem. The ones who came into camp\nlast night were piglets... A\nhundred, hundred and fifty pounds\neach. That means there's a mother\nnearby. A two-hundred and fifty\npound rat with scimitar-like tusks\nand a surly disposition, who'd love\nnothing more than to eviscerate\nanything that comes near her...\n\nON JACK, eyeing Locke as he continues...\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\n... Boars' usual mode of attack are\nto circle around their prey, charge\nfrom behind. So I figure it'll\ntake at least three of us to flank\none of the piglets, distract it\njust long enough for me to pin\nit... and slit its throat.\nEveryone stares at him, stunned for a moment. Then Sawyer\nturns to Jack --\n\nSAWYER\nAnd you gave him his knife back.\n\nJACK\nIf you've got a better idea...\n\nSAWYER\nBetter than three of y'all\nwandering into the magic forest to\nbag us a hunk `o ham armed with one\nl'il bitty knife? Hell no! That's\nthe best idea I ever heard!\n\nWith the barest of smirks, Locke takes a step toward his\nblack bag lying nearby and deftly KICKS open the lid.\n\nREVEAL, strapped to the lid, HALF A DOZEN LARGE HUNTING\nKNIVES, of various shapes and sizes, along with other hunting\naccountrements: fishing line; snake-bite kit; etc.\n\nThe others REACT. Fuck.\nCLOSE ON HURLEY:\n\nHURLEY\nWho is this guy?\n\nINT. OFFICE - DAY - FLASHBACK\n51 51\n\nCLOSE UP ON LOCKE, in crisp white shirt and tie, jotting\nsomething down in an open file. Suddenly his phone TRILLS.\nLocke picks it up:\n\nLOCKE\n(into phone)\nYes?\n\nCLIPPED VOICE (V.O.)\n(on the phone)\nCol. Locke, is this line secure?\n\nLocke's eyes dart off for a moment, before he pushes a button\non his phone console.\n\nLOCKE\nLine secure, GL-12. Go ahead.\n\nCLIPPED VOICE (V.O.)\n(on the phone)\nTarget area is acquired. Maneuvers\nare a go for thirteen hundred\nhours. Repeat -- we are a go.\n\nLOCKE\nRoger that. We'll convene at the\nusual rendezvous point at --\n\nRANDY (O.S.)\nLocke!\n\nLocke looks up from his call and we reveal...\n\nRANDY, an office supervisor, standing at the entrance to\nLocke's cubicle.\n\nThat's right, Locke's a mid-level management cubicle jockey.\n\nRANDY (CONT'D)\nI told you. I need those TPS\nreports finished by noon today.\nNot twelve-thirty. Not twelve-\nfifteen. Noon!\n\nLocke, evenly, though clearly peeved:\n\nLOCKE\nI heard you the first time, Randy.\n\nAs Randy starts to leave, he adds:\n\nRANDY\nAnd no personal calls during office\nhours. Colonel.\n\nRandy moves off, barely suppressing a snicker and we're...\n\nCLOSE ON LOCKE, his eyes narrow, watching him go...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\nACT TWO\n\n52 EXT. BEACH - MID-DAY 52\n\nCLOSE ON A KNIFE, glinting in the sunlight. Widen to see\nKate holding it, looking it over, before she slides it into\nher belt and continues gearing up she hears:\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nSo you're hunting boars now, huh?\n\nShe turns and sees Jack. Hint of a smile. This will always\nbe their dynamic -- concern baked under the fluffy crust of a\nCHEMISTRY neither can deny. As they WALK AND TALK --\n\nKATE\nWho says this is my first time boar-\nhunting.\n\nJACK\nUh huh. Tell me something -- How\ncome anytime there's a hike into\nthe Heart of Darkness, you sign up?\nYou know what's in there.\n\nKATE\nActually, I don't.\n\nAnd we can see that Kate is kinda scared... VULNERABLE, even.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nBut at least I've got some\nexperience, right?\n\nJack smiles. She can handle herself. So he turns his\nattention across the beach towards --\n\nLOCKE, filling his VEST with stuff from his suitcase...\n\nJACK\nWhat's your feel on our new friend?\n\nKATE\nSeems to know what he's doing.\n\nJACK\nCall me paranoid, but anyone who\npacks a suitcase full of knives...\n\nKATE\n(smiles)\nIf I didn't know better, I'd say\nyou were worried about me, Jack.\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (YELLOW) 8/2/04 19.\n\nJACK\nIf I didn't know better, I'd say\nyou've got a problem staying in one\nplace very long, Kate.\n(beat)\nSo you wanna tell me why you're\nreally going?\n\nKate stops. She's busted. Eager to break this awkward\nmoment, Kate makes sure they're far enough away from the\nothers -- Opens up her pack, revealing SAYID'S ANTENNA.\n\nKATE\nSayid gave me this so he can\ntriangulate the distress signal we\nheard -- Find the source.\n\nJACK\n(realizing)\nThis isn't about boars.\n\nShe smiles as she refastens her bag and hoists it, does her\nbest to cover her nervousness with bravado --\n\nKATE\nWhat can I say? I'm a vegetarian.\n\nShe moves off. Jack watching her go.\n\n53 53\nEXT. ANOTHER PART OF THE BEACH - MEANWHILE\n\nWALT's pleading with Michael who shoves things into a pack.\n\nWALT\nBut why can't I come?\n\nMICHAEL\nBecause I said so --\n\nAt that moment, Michael notices SUN crossing by, holding\nplants she's apparently dug up. He attempts to communicate\nwith her pantomimicaly as he introduces himself --\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nUh, hi. I'm, uh, Michael. Mi-\nchael. My name.\n\nSUN\n(gesturing to herself)\nSun.\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (YELLOW) 8/2/04 19A.\n\nMICHAEL\n\"Sun.\" Sun... That's-- that's\nnice. Uh, listen, Sun... I'm...\nI... am going off... off... away...\nto hunt... And I was wondering...\nif you... you could keep an eye on\nmy boy... Walt... Y'know... Watch\nhim for me... Until I get back...\n\nSun looks somewhat apprehensive at first, then, after a\nmoment's thought, she nods and speaks in Korean:\n\nSUN\nI will gladly look after your son.\nMICHAEL\nSorry... I don't understand\nJapanese, but -- You're cool with\nthis, right?\n\nSUN\n(smiling shyly)\nYes. And I'm Korean.\n\nWALT\nI don't need a baby-sitter...\n\nMICHAEL\nC'mon, man. Vincent needs you\nhere, okay?\n\nAs Walt sulks, Michael adds:\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nAnd cheer up. This'll give me a\nchance to get to know your friend\nMr. Locke a little better.\n\nWith that, he heads off to join Kate and Locke, as they move\noff into the jungle.\n\nSUN\nTry not to worry about your father.\nHe will be all right.\nWALT\nYeah, whatever.\n\n54 54\nEXT. BEACH - MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY AREA - MEANWHILE\n\nON CHARLIE as he sits down in a quiet secluded spot, looks\naround to see the coast is clear, then takes out his bag of\ndope. Clearly about to take a hit, then...\n\nREVERSE ANGLE - BEHIND HIM as a pair of shapely legs come\ninto frame. Feeling someone's presence, Charlie turns his\nhead and peers up at\n\nSHANNON, the sun backlighting her, haloing her head.\n\nSHANNON\nHi.\n\nCHARLIE\nUh, hello. Shannon, right?\n\nSHANNON\nYeah.\n(her best smile)\nYou doing anything right now?\n\nCHARLIE\nOh, um...\n(shoving the bag into his\npocket)\nN-no, not really. At the, uh...\n\nHe gets to his feet.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nWhat are you doing now?\n\nSHANNON\nI was just gonna take a walk.\nWanna come?\n\nCHARLIE\nEr. Yeah. Sure.\n\nThey head off down the beach. Charlie glowing from the\nattention. After a beat...\n\nSHANNON\nCan I ask you something?\n\nCHARLIE\n(grinning)\nI was wondering when you were gonna\nget `round to it. Yes. I'm the\nbass player from Drive Sha--\n\nSHANNON\nDo you know anything about fishing?\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat--?\n\nCharlie halts, caught off-guard. Then, off her expectant\nlook, he clearly lies, sputtering out:\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nFishing? Oh, yeah... My granddad\nused to take me, taught me\neverything he knows... knew -- He's\ndead god rest his soul -- Anyway,\nI'm, like, a... fishing fiend.\n(beat; confidently)\nEngland's an island after all,\nin'it?\n\nOFF SHANNON's pleased look...\n\nEXT. BEACH - BY THE FUSELAGE - MEANWHILE\n55 55\n\nANGLE ON A WHEELCHAIR laden with wood, being pulled by a\nCASTAWAY and delivered to --\n\nJACK, a bandana across his mouth and nose, feeding wood and\ndried brush into the fuselage. As the Castaway moves off,\nleaving the wheelchair, Boone approaches.\n\nBOONE\nDoc? Got a sec?\n\nJACK\nJust call me Jack... What's up?\n\nBoone points down the beach. Jack looks.\n\nHIS POV - Rose, still sitting out there.\n\nBOONE\nWoman's been sitting by herself. I\ndon't think she's had any food or\nwater. Guess she's having trouble\ndealing... Y'know, about her\nhusband. Think maybe you could go\nand talk to her or something?\n\nJACK\nWhy me? I'm not a psychiatrist.\nMaybe you should...\n\nBOONE\nI just figured you might want to\n`cause, well...\n(beat)\nYou're the one who saved her life.\n\nAs Jack looks off in Rose's direction, considering...\n\n56 56\nEXT. JUNGLE - AFTERNOON\n\nCLOSE ON a tree trunk, the bark rubbed off. A hand reaches\ninto frame, feeling the scarred grooves in the trunk.\n\nWIDEN to find Locke, in expert tracker mode, squatting next\nto the tree. He reaches down, brings up some loose soil.\nKate and Michael in the background. Kate steps toward Locke.\n\nKATE\nFind something?\n\nHe gives her a cursory glance, then tosses the dirt, stands.\n\nLOCKE\nGround here's been rooted up.\nThat's how boars get the majority\nof their food. Digging.\nAfterwards, they generally wallow\nin the dirt, rub up against trees --\n(pointing out tree scars)\n--Scoring them with their tusks.\n\nMICHAEL\nO-kay. So what's all that mean?\n\nLOCKE\nMeans we're close.\n\nHe starts to move off, as Kate falls into step with him.\n\nKATE\nMr. Locke, how is it you--\n(smiles; then)\nSorry... You have a first name?\n\nLOCKE\nIt's John.\n\nKATE\nJohn Locke. Like the philosopher.\n\nLocke eyes her, appreciatively. That grin --\n\nLOCKE\nLike the philosopher.\n\nKATE\n(searching her memory)\n\"Good and evil, reward and\npunishment, are the only motives to\na rational creature...\"\n\nShe sees Locke and Michael just looking at her, suddenly\nbecomes self-conscious.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nMinored in college.\n\nMICHAEL\nGreat. And I got an art degree.\n(looking around, ironic)\nWho says higher education doesn't\nprepare you for the real world?\n\nKATE\nAnd where'd you learn all this\nstuff, John? Tracking, hunting...\n\nLocke continues to look at her before answering...\n\nLOCKE\nWell, let's just say I've had time\nto minor in a few things myself.\n\nLOCKE continues on, moving past frame as we stay with Kate\nand Michael. They follow several steps behind.\n\nMICHAEL\n(sardonic, re: Locke)\nHuh. International Man of Mystery.\n\nAs they pass frame...\n\nEXT. BEACH - FAR END - DAY\n57 57\n\nON ROSE, still sitting stoically, staring out as an airline\nblanket is suddenly draped over her shoulders. She doesn't\nrespond or look up as Jack sits down next to her. He holds\nout a half empty bottle of water:\n\nJACK\nHi. Rose, right? Remember me?\nSeat 23A?\n\nGetting no response from her, he adds, wryly:\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nI'm the guy that told you not to\nworry about the turbulence.\n\nRose doesn't even look at him.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nEverybody's getting kinda worried\nabout you. If you want to be\nalone, that's fine, but you need to\ntake care of yourself. You really\nshould drink.\n(no response, he sighs)\nOkay... We don't have to talk.\nLet's just sit. For a while.\n\nAnd they do. In silence.\n\n58 58\nEXT. JUNGLE - AFTERNOON\n\nON KATE and MICHAEL - MOVING -- She glances at him, then...\n\nKATE\nYour son -- How's he handling all\nthis?\n\nMICHAEL\nHell of a lot better than I am.\n\nKATE\nYou must be proud. He's a brave\nkid.\n\nMICHAEL\nYeah. Can't take credit for that --\nI wasn't part of his life, `til his\nmother passed away. Two weeks ago.\n\nKATE\nOh, I'm sorry -- I didn't--\n\nMICHAEL\nThat's okay. They were living in\nSydney the past couple of years. I\nflew out last week. To, y'know...\nget him.\n(beat, he looks at her)\nWhat were you doing in Australia?\n\nThankfully --\nON KATE. Uh oh.\n\nLOCKE (O.S.)\nShhhhh...\n\nThey halt and look to find themselves in a FIELD OF TALL\nGRASS. Kate and Michael FREEZE as Locke signals -- \"It's\nright there.\" And sure enough, we see --\n\nFLASHES of dark fur as what must be a BOAR moves through the\ntall grass. GRUNTS. SNORTS. And shit -- it's CLOSE.\n\nLOCKE turns toward Michael and Kate and tries to signal them,\nsilently, to flank the boar...\n\nKATE starts to move up, close to Locke, but MICHAEL, eager to\nchallenge Locke's authority, is resistant to comply.\n\nMICHAEL\n(whispering)\nQuit giving us the steal sign.\nDamn pig doesn't even know we're--\n\nA LOUD SNORT as --\n\nSOMETHING EXPLODES FROM THE TALL GRASS. IT'S BIG. FLASH OF\nFUR AND TUSK AS IT CHARGES\n\nLocke grabs onto Kate, pulling her out of the way of the\ncharging BOAR. The animal sideswipes LOCKE hard, sending him\nspinning to the ground... And continues to charge at\n\nMICHAEL -- IT HITS HIM HARD IN THE LEG AND HE GRUNTS IN PAIN\nas he goes down --\n\nKate picks herself up a few feet away -- the GRUNTING AND\nSNORTING still all around them -- and makes her way to help\nMichael.\n\nCLOSE ON LOCKE, down on the ground, dazed -- we're in his\nhead space again (dream-like, SLO-MO), much like we saw him\nin the teaser. He props himself up and sees\n\nHIS POV - Kate reaches Michael, obviously HURT. As we\ncontinue to hear the angry SNARLS of the boar.\n\nBACK TO LOCKE as he turns his attention to...\n\nHIS FEET. Just like in the teaser. He hasn't lost a shoe,\nbut he doesn't appear to be wiggling his toes, either.\n\nCLOSE ON LOCKE, continuing to stare at his legs, the sounds\naround him fading, as we hear:\n\nWARREN (PRE-LAP)\nMove...\n\nINT. OFFICE - BREAKROOM - AFTERNOON - FLASHBACK\n59 59\n\nCLOSE ON WARREN, forty-ish, short-sleeve shirt and tie.\n\nWARREN\nYou've got to move, Colonel... Your\ntroops are across enemy lines. And\ntime's running out.\n\nREVERSE ON LOCKE, sitting across from him, unperturbed.\n\nLOCKE\nPatience -- a quality you lack, GL-\n12 -- is the hallmark of a leader.\n\nRANDY (O.S.)\nReally...?\n\nCUT OUT to reveal they're seated at a table in a small office\nBREAKROOM -- VENDING MACHINES line one wall. On the table is\na GAME BOARD - A flat map of the world, with color-\ndifferentiated army figures grouped in different areas.\n\nLocke's boss RANDY stands over them, holding a clipboard --\n\nRANDY (CONT'D)\nHallmark, huh? Tell me more about\nbeing a leader, Locke.\n\nLocke looks at him with muted annoyance, then takes a large\nbite from his sandwich as Randy pulls up a chair and sits --\n\nRANDY (CONT'D)\nAnd while you're at it, explain the\ndeal with this \"Colonel\" thing?\nPerused your file in Human\nResources... You've never been in\nany armed forces.\n\nWARREN\nUh, hey, John... Ya wanna move? I\ngotta get back to the mailroom--\n\nRANDY\nShut up, Goldberg.\n(back on Locke)\nSo where'd you serve, Colonel?\n\nLocke doesn't like this guy, but has to take it --\n\nLOCKE\nI'm just playing a game, Randy.\nThis is my lunch hour and I can...\n\nRANDY\nWhat's a \"Walkabout?\"\n\nLocke STIFFENS as Randy produces a COLOR BROCHURE from his\nclipboard and reads:\n\nRANDY (CONT'D)\n\"Experience the dream journeys of\nthe Aborigines as you tour the\nfabled Australian outback...\n\nLocke reaches over, SNATCHES the brochure from Randy's hands.\n\nLOCKE RANDY\nYou've no right taking that\noff my-- -- So you wander around,\nhunting and gathering food,\nright? On foot?\n\nLOCKE\nNot that you'd understand... but a\nWalkabout is a journey of spiritual\nrenewal... where one derives\nstrength from the land... Becomes\ninseparable from it.\n(then)\nI have vacation days, Randy. I'm\ngoing. Already made a reservation.\n\nWarren is SURPRISED by this --\n\nWARREN\nWow, John, you're really doing it,\nhuh? You tell Helen yet?\n\nLocke shoots a glance at Warren as --\n\nRANDY\nHelen? What's this? Locke, you\nactually got a woman in your life?\n\nLOCKE\nThat's none of your business.\n\nRANDY\nWhat is it with you, Locke? Why do\nyou torture yourself, imagining\nyou're some globe-trotting spy or\nhunter... Collecting your\nbrochures for wilderness trips,\nrafting down the Amazon... and\nWalkabouts? Wake up -- You can't\ndo any of that!\n\nLOCKE RANDY\n(softly; to himself)\nNorman Croucher.\n-- Norman who?\n\nLOCKE\nNorman Croucher. He's a double\namputee. No legs. And he climbed\nto the top of Mount Everest. Why?\n\nIt was his destiny.\n\nRandy knocks over a few of the army pieces, KNOWING he's\nruining the game and Locke is powerless to stop him...\n\nRANDY\nThat what you think, old man? You\nhave a destiny?\n\nLOCKE\nEveryone has a destiny, Randy.\nMine just hasn't been revealed to\nme yet. While yours is to grow\nsoft and fat, working in this\noffice, pushing your papers and\nreports... Always clamoring for\npromotions that'll never come.\n\nThis stings. Randy leans into him, pissed.\n\nRANDY\nWatch yourself, Locke. Unless you\nwanna find yourself out of a job.\n\nAnd with that, Randy pushes away from the table. As he huffs\nout, he shakes his head, SCOFFS --\n\nRANDY (CONT'D)\nDestiny.\n\nCLOSE ON LOCKE, relenting, his eyes drift down. Subordinated\nby this fucking WANKER. Softly. Almost PITIFULLY --\n\nLOCKE\nJust... Don't tell me what I can't\ndo.\n\n60 60\nEXT. JUNGLE - AFTERNOON\n\nON LOCKE, still frozen on the ground. Just looking at his\nlegs. Lost in his own head while --\n\nFIFTEEN FEET AWAY, Kate is with Michael. As she bends down\nto look at his injury...\n\nMICHAEL\nHow bad is it?\n\nCLOSE ON MICHAEL'S LEG WOUND - a deep GASH across his thigh.\nKate sucks in a breath, as freaked as we are.\n\nKATE\nUh -- it's... bad.\n\nKate stands, looking around through the grass -- Finally\nspots LOCKE on the ground. Moves towards him, concerned --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nJohn...?\n(moving to him)\nYou all right?\n\nLOCKE\n(waving her off)\nFine. I'm fine, Helen.\n\nHe starts to move his legs and slowly rises to his feet.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D) KATE\nJust-- Just got the wind -- Helen...?\nknocked out of me -- What?\n-- You called me Helen.\n\nLocke glances at her, distracted.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nDid I?\n(changing subject)\nWhich way did the boar go?\n\nKATE\nWe've got to get\nMichael's hurt.\nhim back to...\n\nLOCKE\nYeah, of course. You take him back\nto camp. I'll get the boar.\n\nKATE\nWhat -- What are you talking about?\n\nLOCKE\nI'm fine. I can do it.\n\nBefore she can make a move to stop him, he takes off into the\nbrush. Kate follows a few steps, calling after him...\n\nKATE\nJohn -- You can't! LOCKE!!!\n\nShe stops. He's gone. She shares a look with Michael.\n\nON LOCKE, moving through the jungle, a man possessed...\n\nLOCKE\n(under his breath)\nDon't tell me what I can't do...\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (PINK) 7/22/04 31.\n\nACT THREE\n\n61 EXT. BEACH - REEF INLET - LATE AFTERNOON 61\n\nCLOSE ON THE REEF BED - we see a fish, swimming among the\ncoral. It's lovely, tranquil, then --\n\nA POINTED STICK clumsily stabs into the water, once, twice...\n\nWIDEN to find Hurley and Charlie standing on the reef, their\npants rolled up to their knees. It's Hurley stabbing the\nwater with the spear as Charlie watches.\n\nCHARLIE\nYa get it?\n\nHURLEY\nDude -- Quit asking me that. No!\n\nCHARLIE\nSorry.\n(then)\nYou said you knew how to catch\nfish.\n\nHURLEY\nYeah. -- Off the Santa Monica Pier\nwith my old man and a fishing pole\nand bait. Never had to poke one\nwith a sharp stick before.\n\nCHARLIE\nWell, anyway... Really appreciate\nyour help.\n\nHURLEY\nHey, anything that keeps me far\naway from that fuselage...\n(stabs at the water again)\nAnd that freakin' redneck jerk.\n\nAnd again, he stabs at the water. Then, frustrated, he\nstarts beating the water with the stick.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nAh, dammit -- crap -- Son of a --\n\nCHARLIE\nEr -- Maybe I can give it a go.\n\nHurley stops pounding, hands him the stick.\n\nHURLEY\nKnock yourself out.\n\nCharlie readies himself, scans the water, his spear poised.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\n(spotting a fish)\nOkay, here comes one. Remember to\nput your weight into it... He's\nheading your way... Easy... Wait\nfor it... Wait... NOW!\n\nCharlie stabs hard, slips on the slick reef and falls\nheadfirst into the water. He flails a moment before\nawkwardly righting himself in the shallow inlet.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D) CHARLIE\nAw, dude -- You were supposed You told me to put my weight\nto try to pin it against-- into it--\n\nSuddenly, in the midst of their bickering, they pause,\nfeeling a presence, and look back at the beach to see\n\nJIN -- just standing and staring at them.\n\nCharlie, still standing in the water, and Hurley share an\nembarrassed look. After this awkward beat --\n\nJin crosses out onto the reef, squats and stares down into\nthe water.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nUh, hey, careful, man. You're\ngonna scare away all the --\n\nSPLASH! Jin's hand juts into the water and he comes up with\na good sized fish. He turns, hands it to Charlie, nods and\ncrosses away.\n\nOVER HURLEY and CHARLIE as they look at each other, then turn\nand watch Jin leaving.\n\nA62 A62\nEXT. BEACH - BY THE FUSELAGE - MEANWHILE\n\nCLOSE ON HANDS, bending and breaking off metal trimming from\nwreckage.\n\nWIDEN to see it's SAYID. MOVE WITH HIM as he gathers his new\nmetal pieces and crosses by the Fuselage, people still\nfilling it with brush, then... CLAIRE, sorting through a\ngrowing pile of wallets, passports, fanny-packs, etc. She\nnotices him.\n\nCLAIRE\nUm... Is your name Sayid?\n\nSAYID\nYes.\n\nShe holds up a singed envelope.\n\nCLAIRE\nThis has your name on it.\n\nON SAYID, almost disbelieving, as he takes it from her...\n\nSAYID\nI... I thought I'd lost this.\n\nClaire smiles and goes back to her sorting.\n\nCLOSE ON SAYID as he pulls out a batch of photographs.\n\nHIS POV - They're almost exclusively photos of a WOMAN --\nsome are taken of her from behind, in others her face is\nOBSCURED BY A VEIL.\n\nSAYID, clearly elated to have these back. He continues on...\n\nEXT. BEACH - FAR END - MEANWHILE\n62 62\n\nON JACK and ROSE, still sitting. Rose looking intently at\nthe ring in her hand. After a beat, he looks at her.\n\nJACK\nYou a religious woman, Rose?\n(no answer)\nI didn't get much religion growing\nup. Just wasn't an issue in my\nfamily.\n(beat)\nKinda wishing it had been, y'know.\nAfter you've been in a plane\ncrash... Helps to believe in...\nSomething.\n\nAfter a long beat...\n\nROSE\nHis fingers swell.\n\nJack sits up. Surprised she's finally said something...\n\nJACK\nSorry?\n\nROSE\nBernard. My husband. His hands\nswell up when we fly...\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (GREEN) 8/2/04 34.\n\nJACK\n(nodding)\nThe altitude --\n\nROSE\nHe started having me hold onto his\nwedding ring whenever we took a\nplane trip. Always wore it around\nmy neck for safe keeping. Just\nuntil we landed, you see...\n\nJack nods, sympathetically. Rose finally looks at him.\n\nROSE (CONT'D)\nY'know, Doctor, you don't need to\nkeep your promise.\n\nJACK\nPromise?\n\nROSE\nThe one you made to me on the\nplane. To keep me company until my\nhusband got back from the restroom.\n(she smiles)\nI'm letting you off the hook.\n\nJACK\nSorry. You're not getting rid of\nme that easily.\n\nRose goes back to staring at the ocean.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nRose... You shouldn't be out here\nalone. You're suffering from a\npost-traumatic shock...\n\nROSE\nAren't we all?\n\nJack sees the humor in that and laughs.\n\nJACK\nYeah. I guess we are.\n\nThe two share the chuckle as she looks at him again --\n\nROSE\nYou've got a nice way about you. A\ngood soul. Patient. Caring... I\nsuppose that's why you became a\ndoctor.\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (GOLDENROD) 8/4/04 35.\n\nJACK\n(smile fading)\nThanks, but I was just kind of born\ninto it...\n(pensively)\nFamily business.\n\nBefore she can say anything further, he jumps in with:\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nDo you have a family, Rose? Kids, I\nmean... You and Bernard?\n\nROSE\nMm-hm. Three. All boys.\n\nJACK\nThree. That's great. And I'm sure\nit's important for you to get back\nto them. They need their mom.\n\nROSE\nI appreciate the thought, Doctor.\nBut my boys are all grown. Kids\nget to a certain age, you need them\nmore than they need you.\n\nSomething about that seems to hit home with Jack. Almost to\nhimself:\n\nJACK\nI don't know about that.\n\n63 63\nOMITTED\n\n64 INT. JUNGLE - VALLEY - MEANWHILE 64\n\nON LOCKE, reaching the bottom, then moving with purpose,\ntracking the boar...\n\nLOCKE (PRE-LAP)\nI've never felt so alive...\n\nINT. LOCKE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\n65 65\n\nWe HEAR Locke's voice speaking to someone as we\n\nPAN ACROSS a moderately low-rent apartment, littered with\nbooks; travel magazines and, inexplicably, some kind of\nElectronic Muscle Stimulator (EMS) Unit with several wires\nemanating from it. A HAND adjusts the controls on it.\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE)\nGetting to finally tell Randy off --\nIt was... life-changing.\n\nContinuing the PAN, we find the hand belongs to\nLOCKE sitting on his Murphy bed, talking on the phone. The\nwires from the EMS dip just below frame.\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE) (CONT'D)\nI mean it -- Now I'm free to do all\nthe things I've ever wanted to do.\nThings I know I was destined to do.\nLike we talked about, Helen...\n\nWe hear the filtered voice of a woman on the line.\n\nHELEN (V.O.)\nIt's... wonderful, John. I'm happy\nfor you. Really.\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE)\nI haven't even told you the best\npart. Remember that Authentic\nAboriginal Walkabout --\n\nHELEN (V.O.)\nSure. It's all you've talked about\nfor weeks.\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE)\nYeah, well... I'm really going to\ndo it. I'm flying to Australia at\nthe end of the week.\n(shifting nervously)\nI bought... two tickets.\n\nHe waits, but there's just silence on the other line.\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE) (CONT'D) HELEN (V.O.)\nHelen...? -- John, we talked about\n-- I know, but-- this. I like you. And I've\nenjoyed talking with you\n-- So have I -- these past few months --\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE) (CONT'D)\n-- Eight months.\n\nHELEN (V.O.)\nI'm not allowed to meet customers.\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE)\nCustomer? Is that what I am to--\n\nHELEN (V.O.)\nThis isn't really normal... I mean,\nit isn't what I do. Maybe you\nshould find a... I dunno...\ntherapist.\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE)\n(starting to fume)\nI have a therapist.\n\nHELEN (V.O.)\nJohn--\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE)\nI thought you understood, Helen.\nYou know me better than anyone.\n\nHELEN (V.O.)\nJohn, if we talk any longer I'm\ngonna have to charge you for\nanother hour. That's another\n$89.95. You can't afford that any--\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE)\nI don't care about money! I just--\n\nHELEN (V.O.)\nI'm sorry, John. I gotta go.\n\nThere is a click as she hangs up.\n\nLOCKE (INTO PHONE)\nHelen?! HELEN!!\n\nPUSH IN ON LOCKE, abandoned, furious -- He SLAMS down the\nphone. And again. And again. The last time SLAMS us to:\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (YELLOW) 8/2/04 38.\n\n66 OMITTED 66\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (GREEN) 8/2/04 39.\n\n67 EXT. JUNGLE - LATE AFTERNOON 67\n\nON KATE and MICHAEL as they reach a small clearing. Kate\nsuddenly stops, looking up at a nearby tree.\n\nKATE\nWait a minute...\n\nMICHAEL\nThat the guy with the gimpy leg\nshould be deciding when we rest.\n\nShe drops her bag and takes off her over-shirt.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nWhat're you doing?\n\nKATE\nTrying to boost the transceiver\nsignal. I'm gonna climb this tree\nand attach an antenna.\n\nMichael looks up at...\n\nHIS POV - A very tall tree.\n\nMICHAEL\nYou're gonna climb that?\n\nKATE\nClimbed a lot worse.\n\nShe throws the bag over her shoulder, gets a grip on the tree\nand starts up. We follow her all the way up, using whatever\noutcroppings from the trunk that she can for her footing.\n\nAs she reaches the top, she takes the antenna out of the bag\nand attempts to attach it with a bungee cord when she hears:\nTHAT UNGODLY SOUND and ghostly moan.\n\nON MICHAEL, hearing it, too.\n\nMICHAEL\nAw, hell.\n\nBACK TO KATE as she sees: TREES, bending violently --\nSomething very large making its way across frame.\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (GREEN) 8/2/04 40.\n\nPUSH IN ON KATE as she realizes - IT'S BACK. The HUGE,\nRAVENOUS THING... She suddenly loses her grip on the\nantenna...\n\nGROUND LEVEL - As the antenna hits, it smashes to pieces,\nright before Michael.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nHey!!\n\nON KATE, reaching the ground.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nYou hear that?\n\nKATE\nIt's on the move.\n\nMICHAEL\nWhat -- Toward us?\n\nKATE\nNo. It's going that way.\nToward...\n\nShe hesitates, realizing something.\n\nMICHAEL\nWhat's wrong?\n\nShe looks at him.\n\nKATE\nI think it's heading for Locke.\n\n68 68\nEXT. JUNGLE - VALLEY - MEANWHILE\n\nTRACKING CLOSE ON LOCKE, as he catches sight of\n\nTHE BOAR - or rather a MASS OF BROWN FUR quickly disappearing\ninto a patch of dense brush.\n\nLOCKE moves in, slowly, producing and bringing up the large\nhunting knife in his hand. Then he suddenly halts as he\nhears, from the brush:\n\nTHE BOAR SHRIEKING IN AGONY, its cries suddenly swallowed up\nby the INHUMAN GRINDING NOISE of our jungle monster.\n\nON LOCKE - as it gets quiet again. His mind reels with\noptions before he becomes aware of something moving toward\nhim. He braces himself and slowly looks up as\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (GREEN) 8/2/04 40A.\n\nTHING POV - High up, coming through the trees, finding Locke\nstaring up at it. We hear that undefinable NOISE...\n\nON LOCKE, as a large shadow falls over him. He stands his\nground, frozen with... Awe? As he looks into the face of the\nbehemoth...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (YELLOW) 8/2/04 41.\n\nACT FOUR\n\n69 EXT. BEACH - DUSK 69\n\nON CLAIRE - sitting on a blanket, organizing the various\nlicenses, passports, pictures, and other documents when\n\nFive other wallets are suddenly tossed onto the pile. She\nlooks up at --\n\nSAWYER\nThese were, uh... Found these the\nother day. When I was...\n(screw the explanation)\nAh, hell. Just take `em.\n\nCLAIRE\nThanks.\n\nSAWYER\n(moving off)\nYeah.\n\nHe crosses past\n\nSUN as she extracts a vicious fluid from the roots of a plant\ninto a plastic bowl.\n\nWalt sits nearby with Vincent, watching her. Curious,\ndespite himself.\n\nWALT\nWhat... What is that?\n(pointing at the fluid)\nThat!\n\nSun smiles at him, then rubs some of the fluid across her\nbared teeth.\n\nWALT (CONT'D)\nOhh. I get it. Like toothpaste,\nright?\n\nSun nods. Then, teaching him the word in Korean, she sounds\nit out slowly.\n\nSUN\nToothpaste.\n\nWALT\n(repeating, in Korean)\nToothpaste.\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (YELLOW) 8/2/04 41A.\n\nSUN\nSmart boy.\n\nAs she gives Walt a wink, they suddenly hear somebody shout\n\"They're back!,\" and see some of the CASTAWAYS rushing toward\n\nKATE and MICHAEL emerging from the jungle; Michael leaning on\nher.\n\nANGLE ON WALT, seeing his father.\n\nWALT\nDad!\n\nHe runs to him. She watches him go.\n\nON KATE, handing Michael over to Hurley.\n\nKATE\nWatch his leg.\n\nHURLEY\n(unsure about asking)\nSo, like, what happened out there?\n\nBefore she can answer, Walt arrives to greet Michael --\n\nWALT\nDad!\n(eyeing the blood)\nYour leg's all messed up. Does it\nhurt?\n\nON MICHAEL - Pleased with his son's attention and concern, he\nlooks past Walt and shares a look with SUN who watches,\nsmiling gently. He thanks her with a nod.\n\nMICHAEL\nS'okay, man. Not as bad as it\nlooks.\n\nKate turns to cross away, only to find Sawyer's there to\ngreet her, with his usual smirk.\n\nSAWYER\nThe mighty huntress returns. --\nWhat's for dinner, honey?\n\nKATE\nNot now.\n\nShe crosses off. He watches her go, a little chagrined.\n\nON MICHAEL and WALT.\n\nWALT\nWow... So, like a boar fight --\n\nMICHAEL\nWasn't so much a fight. Pretty\nmuch just me getting gored.\n\nWalt suddenly thinks of something and looks around:\n\nWALT\nUm... Where's Mr. Locke?\n\nOff Michael, unsure how to break the news...\n\n70 70\nEXT. BEACH - FAR END - MEANWHILE\n\nON JACK and ROSE still sitting there in the sand, staring\nout...\n\nTHEIR POV - The sun dipping down past the horizon.\n\nON JACK, speaking without looking at her.\n\nJACK\nRose... After the sun goes down...\nWe're burning the fuselage...\n\nShe looks at him and turns to her.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nIt's... It's just something we have\nto do. There's gonna be a memorial\nservice back at the camp. For\nthose who... who didn't make it. A\nway for everyone to say good-bye.\n\nAfter a moment...\n\nROSE\nI'd like to be there for that.\n\nJack's eyes widen. She's READY.\n\nJACK\nOkay.\n\nHe gets up and helps Rose to her feet.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nMaybe... if you'd like to say\nsomething... Y'know, about your\nhusband... To say goodbye to him,\nI'm sure--\n\nROSE\n(squinting at him)\nWhat?\n\nJACK\nI'm just saying... If you want to\nsay goodbye to Bernard--\n\nShe smiles almost pityingly at Jack.\n\nROSE\nDoctor -- My husband's not dead.\n\nTRACK BACK with her as she turns and starts walking toward\ncamp, leaving a stunned Jack behind. Then he follows her...\n\nJACK\nHe was in the tail section, Rose.\nIt broke off in mid-flight. I'm\nsorry, but... Everyone in the rear\nof the plane's gone.\n\nROSE\nThey're probably thinking the same\nthing about us.\n\nON JACK, chewing on that, when he suddenly glances at\nsomething and freezes...\n\nHIS POV - an OLDER MAN standing on the edge of the jungle,\nnear a cluster of trees, a good distance away. To us, he\ncould easily appear to be one of the CASTAWAYS. To Jack,\nthere's something else. He can't make out the man's face,\nbut he wears an impeccably clean, dark blue suit... And WHITE\nTENNIS SHOES.\n\nJACK reacts, startled, but before he can say or do anything,\nhe's distracted by:\n\nROSE (O.S.) (CONT'D)\nDoctor...?\n\nJack looks at her.\n\nROSE (CONT'D)\nAre you coming?\n\n...Then back to the Older Man. WHO'S NOW GONE. Did he cross\nbehind the trees?\n\nOFF JACK, unnerved...\n\nEXT. BEACH - MEANWHILE\n71 71\n\nBOONE emerges from a gathering of some agitated people,\nverging on panic. He approaches Shannon...\n\nBOONE\nLooks like the hunt didn't go well.\nThat bald guy never came back--\n\nSHANNON BOONE\nWait -- So they didn't bring\nback any food at all? -- Did you hear what I said?!\nSomebody may have died out\nthere--\n\nSHANNON\nWe're all gonna be dead if somebody\ndoesn't--\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nHere we are, luv...\n\nShe turns to see Charlie, holding the fish Jin caught for\nhim.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nAs promised, you and me'll be\ndining on fresh catch of the day.\nHope you don't mind alfresco.\n\nSHANNON\n(pleased)\nMy fish!\n\nShe grabs it from him. Then, disgusted, hands it off to\nBoone, as Charlie waxes on...\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Nothin' to it, was there?\nLike I said... I'm a fishing fiend.\nThis one gave me a hell of a\ntussle. But I stuck with it...\nY'know, tired him out--\n\nBOONE\n(glaring at Shannon)\nI don't believe you --\n\nSHANNON\nAwww, what's the matter? Can't\nstand me fending for myself?\n\nBOONE\n(to Charlie)\nListen, hey, I'm sorry about this--\n\nCHARLIE\n(uncomfortable)\nUh, no worries, mate. We were-- I\nmean, I was just--\n\nSHANNON BOONE\n(to Boone)\nWhat are you apologizing to -- For you -- Using this poor\nhim for? guy, just like you use\n-- Oh, whatever. everybody else --\n\nBOONE\nAnd, somehow, in your twisted\nlittle brain, you think this proves\nto me you can take care of\nyourself.\n\nShannon tosses a look at Charlie then back to Boone.\n\nSHANNON\n(with a smirk)\nTold you I could catch a fish,\ndidn't I?\n\nPow! ON CHARLIE, humiliated, realizing he's been played, as\nwe hear them continue to argue.\n\nBOONE (O.S.)\nThat's low, Shannon. Even for you.\n\nSHANNON (O.S.)\nOh, go find a baby bird you can\nrescue or something...\n\n72 EXT. BEACH - DUNE - MEANWHILE 72\n\nCLOSE ON the shattered remnants of the antenna as Kate passes\nthem into Sayid's cupped hands.\n\nKATE\nI'm sorry.\n(a bad joke and she knows\nit)\nI should've gotten the warrantee.\n\nSAYID\nI suppose I'll just try again.\n(frustration building)\nOf course, I have no welding iron,\nno rivets, scorched wiring... and\nof course, I must continue to lie\nto anyone who asks me what I'm\nactually doing...\n\nKATE\nSayid --\n\nHe looks at her and softens.\n\nSAYID\nSorry.\n(forces a smile)\nI'm cranky when I'm hungry.\n\nKATE\n(smiles back; then)\nWe'll try it again.\n\nSAYID\nWe'll try it again.\n\nThey share a look, not unwarm. And smile. Then, with some\nseriousness...\n\nKATE\nReally think it'll work?\n\nSAYID\n(determined)\nI will make it work.\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nKate --\n\nShe turns as Jack approaches them.\n\nKATE\nHey --\n\nSAYID\nExcuse me...\n\nSayid nods to Jack as he moves off. Jack's attention goes to\nthe SCRAPES on Kate's cheek --\n\nJACK\nYou okay?\n\nHe touches the scratch gently, examining her injuries.\nPurely professional. And yet...\n\nKATE\nIs this where you say \"I told you\nso?\"\n\nJACK\nI'm not big on rubbing it in.\n\nKate smiles. They're CLOSE. But then, a sober moment --\n\nKATE\nLocke's gone. That... thing... in\nthere. I think it got him.\n\nJack absorbs that for a moment. Shakes his head. Kate\nnotices the CASTAWAYS beginning to gather near the fuselage --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nWhat's going on?\n\nJACK\nThe fuselage is ready to go.\n(beat)\nSome of the others decided to... I\nguess some words are gonna be\nsaid... over the fire... Names\nread, I think...\n\nKATE\nThat's good. A little closure.\n\nJACK\n(distracted)\nYeah.\n\nKATE\nI don't think they're ready to know\nwhat we --\n\nShe pauses, suddenly realizing Jack is looking past her at\nsomething.\n\nHIS POV - The OLDER MAN in the white shoes, mostly obscured\nby the foliage. Kate sees Jack's expression:\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nWhat?\n\nBut Jack is already moving past her, toward\n\nThe OLDER MAN who moves off deeper into the jungle.\n\nJack's rushing to the edge of the jungle, Kate right behind\nhim.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nJack --\n\nHe's about to dive in when...\n\nA LARGE FORM emerges from the brush. Jack and Kate come to a\nsudden halt and look upon...\n\nLOCKE, his brow and arms slightly bloodied, his arms slung\nover a long stick across his shoulders, not unlike a\nscarecrow.\n\nJACK\nLocke -- ?\n\nLocke suddenly heaves the stick off of him and we see a DEAD\nBOAR, hog-tied to it. The carcass hits the ground before\nthem.\n\nCLOSE ON LOCKE - His face flush with the kill, his chest\nheaving...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\nACT FIVE\n\n73 EXT. BEACH - BY THE FUSELAGE - NIGHT 73\n\nCRANE SHOT - We see smoke and fiery embers rising up against\nthe night sky, then TILT DOWN onto\n\nTHE BURNING FUSELAGE, and the CROWD of SURVIVORS standing\nbefore it, some bowing their heads in prayer, others quietly\ncrying -- all the while hearing Claire's voice:\n\nCLAIRE\nJudith Martha Walker... Denton,\nTexas... Guess she was gonna catch\na connecting flight...\n(studying the license)\nUh, well, she wore corrective\nlenses. And... she was an organ\ndonor...\n\nCUT IN ON CLAIRE, sniffling her way through these impromptu\neulogies - (occasionally popping in on others as they\nlisten.) HURLEY stands next to her, holding various I.D.s,\ndocuments and other items. BOONE is also near, holding up a\nTORCH, giving her the light to read. [NOTE: We may also see\nan iPod propped up on some luggage, along with two external\nspeakers, as we hear an appropriate SONG playing.]\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nOr would've been...\n\nShe hands off the license to Hurley, who hands her the\nwedding plans she found earlier. She reacts...\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nOh... yeah. Steve and Kristen. I\ndon't know their last names, but...\nThey were in love... And they were\ngoing to be married--\n(her voice breaks)\nAt least... At least wherever they\nare now... they have each other...\nThey're not alone...\n\nARC around a tree as CLAIRE'S faltering voice continues in\nthe background, to find\n\nCHARLIE, taking a hit from his bag of dope. He closes his\neyes, letting the numbness wash over him, and shoves the bag\nback into his pocket. (There ain't much left.)\n\nWE GO WITH HIM as he steps out from his hiding place and\nrejoins the crowd, winding up next to KATE, near the back.\n\nLOST \"Walkabout\" (PINK) 7/22/04 50.\n\nPANNING ACROSS the gathered, we see LOCKE, next to WALT and\nMICHAEL, then SAYID, SHANNON, SAWYER, SUN and JIN, and,\nfinally, ROSE, her eyes closed, appearing almost serene.\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\n...Manuel Raphael Ortiz... Los\nAngeles... He turned thirty-two...\nwow, just last week... And, well,\nlooks like Diego didn't travel much\n-- At least as far as we can tell\nfrom his passport...\n(off piece of paper)\n... But, oh, he must've had\nchildren... A video store receipt\nin his wallet lists overdue\ncharges... Willy Wonka and... The\nLittle Princess...\n\nON KATE, standing by CHARLIE. She scans the assembled.\n\nKATE\n(whispering, to Charlie)\nHave you seen Jack?\n\nCharlie looks around, but can only shrug. Off Kate's\nconcerned look, as we hear Claire:\n\nCLAIRE (O.S.)\nSo... I guess...\n(becoming emotional)\nI expect they're missing their\ndaddy right now...\n\n74 74\nEXT. BEACH - FAR END - MEANWHILE\n\nWe see the fiery fuselage and congregated survivors way off\nin the distance, then BOOM DOWN to find\n\nJACK, sitting alone, staring out over the ocean, far down the\nbeach where Rose had sat. Lost in troubled thoughts.\n\nEXT. BEACH - BY THE FUSELAGE - NIGHT\n75 75\n\nAs we hear Claire reading on, we find\n\nMICHAEL - He glances over at Locke, who doesn't look back.\nAfter a beat, they speak in whispers...\n\nMICHAEL\nNice work.\n\nLOCKE\nWhat?\n\nMICHAEL\nThe boar. Nice work. Y'know...\nKilling it.\n(beat)\nJust thought I should say\nsomething.\n\nLocke looks at him a moment, then nods, accepting Michael's\ncompliment, and returns to looking at the funeral pyre.\nAnother beat, then...\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nSo, that... Thing... The monster,\nwhatever... She said it was heading\nright toward you...\n\nLocke now turns and looks directly into Michael's eyes.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nDid you see it? I mean, did you\nget any kind of look at it?\n\nA moment passes before Locke shakes his head.\n\nLOCKE\nNo.\n\nMichael stares back at Locke for a beat. Then nods and turns\nback to the service. As does Locke.\n\nPUSH IN ON Locke's face - flames flickering in his eyes...\n\nINT. MELBOURNE WALKABOUT TOURS - MORNING - FLASHBACK\n76 76\n\nCLOSE ON an Aussie TRAVEL AGENT, sitting at his desk inside\nthe storefront operation.\n\nTRAVEL AGENT\n-- The Walkabouts we arrange aren't\njust some stroll through the\npark... It's trekking over vast\nstretches of desert -- rafting\ntreacherous waters -- climbing --\n\nCLOSE ON LOCKE, sitting across from him, dressed in a khaki\nvest, cap and dark sunglasses. A small, bitter smile masking\nhis contempt.\n\nLOCKE\nYou've got no idea who you're\ntalking to. Believe me. I'm well\naware of what's involved...\n(MOR E)\n\nLOC KE (CONT'D)\nProbably know more than you on the\nsubject--\n\nTRAVEL AGENT\n(cutting him off)\nIn any case, it's a trying ordeal\nfor someone in peak physical\ncondition, let alone --\n\nLOCKE\nLook -- I booked this tour a month\nago. You've already got my money.\nNow I demand a place on that bus--\n\nTRAVEL AGENT LOCKE\nYou misrepresented yourself.\n-- I never lied.\n\nTRAVEL AGENT\nBy omission, Mr. Locke! You\nneglected to tell us about your\ncondition --\n\nLOCKE\n(snapping)\nMy condition -- is not an issue!\nI've lived with it for four years\nand it's never kept me--\n\nTRAVEL AGENT\nYes, well, unfortunately, it's an\nissue to our insurance company.\n\nSeeing this going nowhere, the Travel Agent stands and\ncrosses past Locke, who doesn't get up.\n\nTRAVEL AGENT (CONT'D)\nI'm sorry. I can't keep the bus\nwaiting any longer. It isn't fair\nto the other people--\n\nLOCKE\nDon't talk to me about fair! --\n\nTRAVEL AGENT\n-- We can put you on a plane back\nto Sydney on our dime. It's the\nbest we can do--\n\nWe see through a large window, a tour bus waiting to leave,\nits doors open, the guide on the steps looking at his watch.\n\nLOCKE\nI don't want to go back to Sydney!\nI've spent years preparing for\nthis. -- You put me on that bus\nright now! I can do this!\n\nTRAVEL AGENT\n(at the doorway)\nNo. You can't.\n\nHe exits to confer with the guide as Locke yells after him.\n\nLOCKE\nDon't you walk away from me!\n\nHe suddenly swivels around...\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nYou don't know who you're dealing\nwith. -- Don't ever tell me what I\ncan't do! Ever!...\n\nAs he rolls himself toward the window, PULL OUT to REVEAL...\n\nLOCKE IS IN A WHEELCHAIR. And has been throughout the entire\nflashbacks. Shot to hide it, but dropping subtle clues: The\nunscuffed shoes, the waist-high shelving, the EMS unit, etc.\n\nTHE BUS doors close and it pulls away. The Travel Agent\nlooks back at Locke, shakes his head and walks away. Just\ndoesn't want to deal with the guy...\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\n\nThis is destiny! This is my\ndestiny! I'm supposed to do this,\ndammit!!!\n\nPULL UP HIGH and WIDE, Locke looking small and impotent...\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nDON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T--\n\nFLASH CUT TO:\n\n77 77\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nLOCKE'S TOES - Wiggling beneath their sock.\n\nANGLE ON LOCKE staring dumbly at them, then, as before, he\nretrieves his pristine shoe (understanding its clean because\nHE'S NEVER WALKED ON IT) -- and puts it on.\n\nOnce he does, he looks up to the sky, almost serenely... As\nif an understanding's been reached.\n\nLocke braces himself on a large, nearby, piece of wreckage,\nand carefully pulls himself up to his feet. He takes stock\nof his legs, gently rubbing them -- They appear steady, and\nhe wills them to take... one... two... three... tentative\nsteps. Then a couple more confident ones.\n\nCLOSE ON LOCKE - Turning back to the scene of carnage -- His\nface flush with this \"miracle\" as he puts his hand on his\nhips and watches --\n\nCUT IN TO COVERAGE FROM THE PILOT - Shannon screaming, Jin\ncalling out, Michael looking for Walt, etc., and we HEAR\nJack's voice, yelling over the whine of the jet engine...\n\nJACK (O.S.)\n-- get over here -- gimme a hand --\n\nON LOCKE, glancing over at\n\nJACK, who turns and sees him:\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou! C'mon... Come over here!\nGimme a hand! --\n\nTIGHT CLOSE-UP ON LOCKE, looking over at Jack.\n\nFLASH CUT TO:\n\nEXT. BEACH - NIGHT\n78 78\n\nON LOCKE - His eyes drift over to something past the crowd.\n\nHIS POV - THE WHEELCHAIR, a short distance from the burning\nfuselage, resting idle and empty.\n\nCLOSE ON LOCKE, as a small smile curls the corner of his\nlips.\n\nTHE END"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"White Rabbit\"\n\nWritten by\n\nChristian Taylor\n\nTEASER\n\nAnd as tradition now dictates, we PUSH THROUGH the \"O\" of the\nLOST logo. We hear HEAVY BREATHING - PANIC - And SLAM INTO --\n\n1 1\nEXT. SCHOOLYARD - DAY - FLASHBACK\n\nAN EYE STARING AHEAD INTENSELY. And as we PULL OUT, we\ndiscover an OPEN CUT just above it. And this eye belongs to -\n\nOUR BOY. Dark hair. Twelve years old. Good looking. And\nas we PULL UP we see he's on his back -- lying on what looks\nlike BLACKTOP PAVEMENT. A SCHOOLYARD? We ain't on the\nisland, that's for sure.\n\nAnd right now a BIG KID -- fourteen and a real MEATHEAD --\nstands over OUR BOY wielding a clenched fist --\n\nMEATHEAD\nStay down.\n\nOUR BOY looks past Meathead, SEES --\n\nANOTHER GOON pounding on a smaller KID. The kid desperately\nlocks eyes with Our Boy between punches -- Help me. OUR BOY\ngrits his teeth, starts to get up, but --\n\nMeathead gets RIGHT in his face (he's head taller) --\n\nMEATHEAD\nYour choice, man -- Walk away now,\nyou won't get your ass kicked.\n\nAnd the FIGHT behind Meathead is intensifying, the other kid\njust getting PUMMELLED...\n\nThe dilemma is clearly etched across OUR BOY'S face -- He\nknows what will happen if he helps his friend -- Knows he\ndoesn't stand a chance. Yeah, he COULD walk away...\n\nBut he doesn't. PUSHES past Meathead -- but the kid is too\nbig and he grabs Our Boy by the arm and YANKS him back --\n\nAnd as Meathead shakes his head, cocking his FIST back to\nliterally knock Our Boy's head CLEAN FUCKING OFF, he leaves\nus with a final piece of wisdom --\n\nMEATHEAD\nShoulda stayed down, Jack.\n\n1 (CON T'D): 1\nAnd with the swift CRUNCH of contact --\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\n2 2\nAND IN THAT BLACKNESS\n\nwe hear a familiar BRITISH VOICE shouting excitedly --\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nJack? Jack! HEY JACK!\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAWN (DAY 6)\n3 3\n\nJACK snaps out of a DAZE -- maybe half asleep. Finds himself\nsitting on the beach. And right now CHARLIE is running\ntowards him, FULL TILT --\n\nCHARLIE\nYou've gotta -- someone's out\nthere! The current! Someone's --\n\nJack gets to his feet, as DISORIENTED as we are --\n\nJACK CHARLIE\nWhat?\n-- Someone's out there!\n\nAnd Jack is instantly ALERT. Because Charlie is gesturing\ntowards the OCEAN --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nI woke up -- I don't swim and...\n\nBut Jack is already SCANNING the water in the dawn light.\nAnd GODDAMMIT...\n\nThere IS someone out there. Really fucking FAR OUT THERE.\nWe can JUST make out an ARM frantically waving for help as...\n\nADRENALINE KICKS IN. INSTINCT TAKES OVER. And Jack is\nPULLING OFF HIS SHIRT as he sprints for the water and he...\n\nDIVES IN. And we go with him into --\n\nTHE OCEAN\n\nAs Jack's arms CUT through the water -- his face emerging\nevery ten strokes to take a GAPING BREATH -- a fucking\nmachine as he POWERS towards --\n\nTHE PERSON OFF IN THE DISTANCE -- struggling to keep their\nhead above water -- still so FAR AWAY --\n\n3 (CON T'D): 3\nAnd we're MOVING TIGHTER on Jack with every stroke -- his\npurpose SINGULAR -- and he's closing that distance, but --\n\nThe victim DISAPPEARS under the surface of the water.\n\nAnd we're WITH JACK in the ten seconds it takes to get to the\nspot where they went under -- he takes a DEEP BREATH and\nDIVES underneath the surface after them --\n\nAnd we wait. And WAIT...\n\nWaves. Ocean. NO ONE. Then -- Jack emerges, GASPING for\nair! But ALONE. Takes another RAGGED BREATH as he --\n\nDIVES UNDER AGAIN. And this time we sit on the surface even\nlonger. BEAT. ANOTHER BEAT. How can ANYONE hold their\nbreath this long? And just when we're counting Jack out --\n\nHe EXPLODES to the surface! And this time, he's got someone\nwith him. We recognize the victim instantly --\n\nIt's BOONE. COUGHING up water. GASPING for air. But ALIVE.\n\nJACK\nDeep breaths -- c'mon, man -- relax\n-- you're okay -- deep breaths...\n\nAnd as Jack wraps him into a CROSS-CHEST CARRY and begins to\nswim back to shore, we're CLOSE ON BOONE. Completely SPENT.\nBut his lips are moving -- trying to SAY something. Too\nweak. But he WILLS HIMSELF to do it. And finally --\n\nBOONE\nDid you... get her?\n\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nBOONE\nThe woman... out there... I was\ntrying to...\n(focused)\nDid you get her?\n\nWHAT?! And Jack instantly turns back away from the shore,\nTHREADS WATER with one arm, holds Boone afloat with the other -\n\nJACK'S POV - PANICKED. HANDHELD. Scanning the ocean from\nside to side -- How could he not seen...?\n\nAnd OH FUCKING SHIT! Because there -- ANOTHER hundred yards\nout -- IS A WOMAN. And she is about to go UNDER.\n\n3 (CON T'D): (2) 3\n\nBOONE JACK\nYou have to get her -- -- No -- Current's too strong\n\n-- You won't make it back...\n\nBOONE\nLEAVE ME.\n\nHere's Boone. Exhausted. A sack of rocks in Jack's arm.\n\nAnd there's the WOMAN. About to dip below the surface. And\nso far away we can't even make out her face.\n\nSo it's Sophie's fucking choice here, folks. And we --\n\nSMASH CUT TO:\n\nTHE BEACH\n4 4\n\nAs Jack heroically PULLS Boone out of the shallows and to the\nsafety of the beach.\n\nSome of the OTHERS (MICHAEL, WALT, SUN, HURLEY) here now --\nCHARLIE and KATE splash into the water, wrapping their arms\naround Boone --\n\nAnd as soon as they relieve Jack of the burden, he is already\nturning back towards the ocean --\n\nKATE\nJack!\n\nJACK\nThere's someone else out there.\n\nA MOMENT. Jack was spent before he swam out to get Boone and\nback. But he's going to go back in. He's GOT to go back in.\n\nAnd Kate knows it.\n\nAnd time resumes as Jack DIVES back in -- Arms, legs, heart,\nmind... all furiously dedicated to saving that woman..\n\nBut we stay HERE. And we're already PULLING BACK and UP.\nOVER the gathered crowd at the shallows so all we see is --\n\nJACK. Swimming out into the ocean. A single figure cutting\nthrough an endless expanse of BLUE. And he can swim forever,\nbut it's painfully obvious to us...\n\nThere's no one left to save.\n\nEND OF TEASER\n\nACT ONE\n\n5 EXT. BEACH - DAY 5\n\nWe start CLOSE ON BOONE -- His blue eyes UNBLINKING as they\nstare out towards the ocean. PULL BACK to find --\n\nHe's still shirtless. Barefoot. And the intensity in his\neyes. If we had to guess at what he's feeling right now,\nwe'd have to go with ANGER. No sense of how long he's been\nsitting here...\n\nBut it's been awhile.\n\nAnd now Boone's gaze floats elsewhere on the beach. Off in\nthe distance. Onto JACK. Walking towards the INFIRMARY\nTENT, inexplicably carrying a full length MIRROR.\n\nAnd now we leave Boone to join him as --\n\n6 6\nDOWN THE BEACH\n\nKATE moves to catch up with Jack, concern in her eyes.\nBecause now that we're closer, we can clearly see --\n\nJack has seen better days. UNSHAVEN. EXHAUSTED. And\nbecause he is who he is, beating himself up for the life he\ndidn't save.\n\nKATE\nHey --\n\nJACK\nSo what'd they say?\n\nKATE\n(sensitively)\nJack, maybe you should...\n\nJACK\nWho was she?\n\nA beat. Okay. He wants to know. NEEDS to know. Then --\n\nKATE\nHer name was Joanna. She wasn't\nsupposed to be on the plane.\n(beat)\nShe went scuba diving off the\nBarrier reef and got an ear\ninfection. Doctor grounded her two\ndays, so she bumped her flight.\nEnded up with us.\n\n6 (CON T'D): 6\nJack shakes his head. Hard to stomach the brutal irony --\n\nJACK\nShe was swimming this morning.\nJust swimming. Riptide caught her.\n(beat)\nWe've been here six days and we\nnever talked. I never said a word\nto her. There were --\n\nKATE JACK\nJack. Don't. -- forty seven of us. I\ndidn't say a single word.\n\nAnd Kate is not a big believer in feeling sorry for oneself --\n\nKATE\nYou tried.\n\nJack finally stops walking. Puts the MIRROR down. Turns to\nlook at Kate for the first time --\n\nJACK\nNo. I didn't. I thought maybe I\ncould... I thought I could bring\nhim back and still have time. I\nwas there -- in the water...\n(beat)\nI didn't try. I decided not to go\nafter her.\n\nKate doesn't know what to say to that. And that's when it\nhappens --\n\nJack goes WHITE.\n\nKATE\nWhat's...?\n\nBut Jack isn't looking at her. He's looking PAST her. WAY\npast her. And the SOUND DROPS OUT as we follow his gaze to --\n\nTHE OCEAN. There. In the shallows. A MAN.\n\nAnd we're TOO FAR AWAY to see his face, but he's wearing a\nSUIT. And he's WAIST DEEP in the water. Just standing\nthere. Facing us. Facing Jack.\n\nAnd it's fucking CREEPY.\n\nKATE (O.S.)\nJack?\n\n6 (CON T'D): (2) 6\nSOUND rushes IN -- Jack's attention is drawn back to Kate...\n\nKATE\nAre you okay?\n\nBut Jack is already looking back towards the ocean, MOVING\nTOWARDS IT, in fact, But --\n\nThere's no one there.\n\nJACK\nYou see that?\n\nKATE\n(confused)\nSee what?\n\nJACK\nHe was just standing there... in\nthe water. A man.\n\nJack turns back to her. DESPERATE. Needing her to tell him\nhe's not going fucking nuts. Needing her to tell him she saw\nthe same thing he did.\n\nKATE\nJack...\n\nAnd her face says it all. Jack is visibly distraught --\n\nJACK\nYou didn't see him?\n\nKATE\n(tenderly)\nWhen's the last time you slept?\n\nBut Jack isn't in the mood for tenderness right now. And he\nsure as shit isn't answering that question, either. He just\npicks up the MIRROR...\n\nJACK\nI have to put this with the rest of\nthe gear.\n\nAnd with that, Jack walks off. And as KATE watches him go,\nwe begin to drift --\n\n7 7\nAROUND THE BEACH\n\nAnd there's a new feeling here amongst the castaways today.\nOne of LOSS. They've all heard about the woman who drowned --\n\nLOST \"White Rabbit\" (PINK) 8/9/04 8.\n7 (CON T'D): 7\nBut none of them are actually TALKING ABOUT IT. We FIND --\n\nMICHAEL\n\nStill a little GIMPY from his run-in with the boar. He\nstands barefoot on the beach, BRUSHING HIS TEETH. WALT\nstands next to his father, doing the same.\n\nMichael holds a cup of OCEAN WATER in a coffee mug. Brings\nit to his lips. Sloshes it around his mouth. SPITS.\nRefills the mug. Hands it to Walt.\n\nMICHAEL\nDon't swallow it, okay?\n\nWALT\nWhy not?\n\nMICHAEL\n`Cause it's from the ocean. It'll\nmake you thirsty.\n\nWALT\nWhy?\n\nMichael is not up for the \"constant barrage of questions\"\nthing. Especially today.\n\nMICHAEL\nJust don't swallow it, man.\n\nWalt knows when to push and when not to. So he takes the\ncup. Rinses. And SPITS.\n\nAnd we PULL BACK to see Michael and Walt from afar. SOMEONE\nwatching them. And it's --\n\n8 8\nSUN\n\nShe watches Michael and Walt from the TREE LINE.\n\nSun is snapped out of her quiet observance as --\n\nA FINGER reaches into frame, gently touches her CHAPPED LIPS.\nSun jumps -- immediately looks at --\n\nJIN. He speaks softly (but not altogether kindly) in KOREAN.\nAs they're alone, we get the benefit of SUBTITLES --\n\nJIN\nYou need water.\n\n8 (CON T'D): 8\nSUN\nNo -- I'm all right. Thank you.\n\nHe settles down next to her.\n\nAnd they sit in SILENCE for a few beats. And we can see the\ndeath of the woman... even though a stranger... it WEIGHS on\nthem, too. And finally, it is SUN who speaks --\n\nSUN\nWhen will someone tell us what to\ndo?\nJIN\n(surprised)\nWhat?\n\nSUN\nI don't think anyone is coming.\n\nJIN\n(not so sure)\nSomeone will come.\n\nSun shakes her head. Unable to challenge what she clearly\nknows is her husband's DENIAL --\n\nSUN\nThe others... they ignore us. If\nwe tried harder to communicate...\n\nJIN\nWe'll be fine. We don't need them.\n\nAnd then, in an attempt to be reassuring --\n\nJIN\nI will tell you what to do.\n\nAnd if Sun were actually looking into her husband's eyes\nright now, she might see the same thing we do --\n\nDoubt. But for now, we're MOVING ON AS --\n\n9 9\nA LONG PAIR OF STUNNING LEGS\n\nTromp by Sun & Jin, dainty plastic SUNFLOWERS adorning a pair\nof PINK FLOP-FLOPS as the feet within them stride with great\npurpose towards --\n\nA PAIR OF FANTASTICALLY CRAFTED COWBOY BOOTS. Toes in the\nair. One tapping to a tune no one can hear but its wearer.\n\n9 (CON T'D): 9\nThe Flip-Flops stop. Square off against the boots. A tense\nbeat. Then --\n\nSHANNON (O.S.)\nHave you got it or what?\n\nAnd we PAN UP to reveal the Flip-Flops belong to SHANNON.\nThe boots, of course, are on --\n\nSAWYER\nYou're in my light, sticks.\n\nSAWYER sits on a MAKESHIFT DECK CHAIR. Doesn't even look up\nas he reads a battered paperback -- \"WATERSHIP DOWN.\"\n\nSHANNON\n\"Lightsticks?\" What the hell is\nthat supposed to --\n\nSAWYER\nLight. Comma. Sticks. Meaning\nyour legs.\n\nHe turns a page. This is a different side of Sawyer. Less\ndirectly adversarial with Shannon. HMMMM.\n\nSAWYER\nHow's your brother?\n\nSHANNON SAWYER\nWhat do you mean how --\n-- Almost drowned, didn't he?\n\nSHANNON\n(fuck you)\nLook -- while I really love my new\nnickname and I think it's really\nsweet that you're asking...\n\nSAWYER\nCalm down. I got your damn stuff.\n\nAnd with that, Sawyer produces a can of BUG SPRAY from the\ncanvas bag at his feet as Shannon SCRATCHES her leg --\n\nSHANNON\n(skeptical)\nIt'll keep off sand fleas?\n\nSAWYER\nYou bet. And it's got aloe, too.\n\n9 (CON T'D): (2) 9\nSHANNON\nHow much?\n\nSAWYER SHANNON\nYou serious?\n-- Yeah, I'm...\n\nAnd Sawyer finally puts his book down. Looks at Shannon like\nshe just might be the stupidest person in the world.\n\nSAWYER\nYou in the same situation I am?\n`Cause last I checked, we weren't\ngoing nowhere for awhile.\n(slowly and clearly)\nYour money's no good here.\n\nSHANNON\nSo what the hell do you want?\n(then; dawning on her)\nIf you think that I'm...\n\nSAWYER\nFive grand.\n\nThe effectively shuts her up. After a beat --\n\nSHANNON\nI thought you said money was no\ngood here.\n\nSAWYER\nI was negotiating.\n(grins)\nI'll take an IOU. Somethin' tells\nme you're good for it.\n\nShannon just looks at him. Scratches her leg... but it\nalmost becomes a DEFIANT SCRATCH. Then she straightens up.\nGives him the full on EVILEST EYE EVER --\n\nSHANNON\nScrew you.\n\nAnd with that, she STALKS OFF. Sawyer watches her go. Drops\nthe bug spray back into his bag...\n\nAnd goes back to his book.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n10 10\n\nCLOSE ON a pile of clothes as KATE sorts through.\n\n10 (CON T'D): 10\nCLAIRE (O.S.)\nYou haven't found a hairbrush have\nyou?\n\nKate looks up. Sees CLAIRE. Smiles --\n\nKATE\nNope. Sorry.\n\nCLAIRE\nI must've looked in twenty\nsuitcases today and I can't find\none. Weird. You'd think everyone\npacks a --\n\nAnd Claire stops talking -- Takes a step backwards, LOSING\nHER BALANCE -- Kate immediately jumps up, steadying her --\n\nKATE\nWhoa -- You okay?\n\nClaire shakes it off.\n\nCLAIRE\nYeah it's just the heat.\n(bad joke)\nOh. And I'm pregnant.\n\nKATE\n(bad joke back)\nReally?\n\nClaire smiles. Kate offers her a half-filled BOTTLE OF\nWATER. Claire takes it appreciatively --\n\nCLAIRE\nThanks.\n\nKATE\nWanna sit? You can help me sort\nthe \"practical clothes\" from the\n\"impractical clothes.\"\n\nCLAIRE\nHow can you tell the difference?\n\nKATE\n(holds up a pair of jeans)\nPractical.\n(holds up a negligee)\nImpractical.\n\n10 (CON T'D): (2) 10\nClaire laughs. Sits down. Claire's eyes light up as she\nspots a SUN HAT, puts it on --\n\nCLAIRE\nCan I ask you something? Don't\nmean to get personal, but I'm\ncurious.\n\nKATE\n(stiffens; then)\nSure. Shoot.\n\nCLAIRE\nAre you a Gemini?\n\nKATE\n(surprised)\nYeah.\n\nCLAIRE\nThought so. Restless. Passionate.\nEveryone thinks Astrology is a load\nof crap, but that's because they\ndon't understand it. I could do\nyour chart if you'd like...\n(Kate wouldn't like)\nAh. All right then.\n(shakes her head; sighs)\nGeminis.\n\nKate smiles at her. Claire smiles back. A genuine bond\nbetween them. And off this lovely moment we move BACK TO --\n\n11 11\nEXT. MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY AREA - DAY\n\nJACK. Still working. Always working. Eyes bloodshot.\n\nNext to the tent, Jack has managed to drag a CARGO CONTAINER\nto store valuable GEAR. Right now, he's placing the MIRROR\nnext to a stack of what seem to be TEXTBOOKS as --\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nHey, Jack?\n\nJack looks up to see HURLEY --\n\nHURLEY\nWhoa -- You look tired, brother.\n\nJACK\nI'm fine. What's up?\n\n11 (CON T'D): 11\nHURLEY\nWe've got a problem, man.\n\nSMASH CUT TO:\n\n12 EXT. BEACH - WATER COLLECTION SITE - DAY 12\n\nCLOSE ON JACK. His eyes telling us that somehow his day\nactually just go WORSE --\n\nJACK\nThat's it?\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nThat's it.\n\nAnd we PULL OUT to find --\n\nJack stands with CHARLIE AND HURLEY. Next to them, one of\nthe RAIN STATIONS -- a jury-rigged TARP meant to collect\nwater. But right now, all their attention is on --\n\nA RED SUITCASE. Inside it, carefully arranged, BOTTLES OF\nWATER. Some bear the OCEANIC LABEL. All about three\nquarters full.\n\nJACK\nHow many?\n\nCHARLIE\nEighteen.\n\nHURLEY\nPeople just took what they needed\n`cause, y'know we were supposed to\nbe rescued? But uh -- we weren't.\nAnd it hasn't rained, man.\n\nCHARLIE\nEven if we divvied it up... split\nthe bottles in half, it wouldn't be\nenough water for all forty-seven...\n\nJACK\nForty-six.\n(beat)\nThere's forty-six now.\n\nA quiet moment as they all absorb the implication. Then --\n\nHURLEY\nIt's getting pretty toasty out\nhere. When people find out this is\nit, they're gonna freak out, man.\n\n12 (CON T'D): 12\nCHARLIE\nAnd the boar's running low until we\ncan catch another one. What should\nwe tell them?\n\nLOST \"White Rabbit\" (PINK) 8/9/04 15.\n12 (CON T'D): (2) 12\nAnd they're looking to Jack for these answers. And we can\nFEEL his pain. The enormous load he's bearing. The enormous\nload the others PUT ON HIM --\n\nJACK\nI don't know.\n\nHURLEY CHARLIE\nMaybe we can make one of\nthose water-finding sticks... -- Where should we put what\nwe've got?\n\nJACK\nI don't know...\n\nAnd Jack is WALKING AWAY now, it's just TOO FUCKING MUCH...\n\nBut Charlie picks up the RED SUITCASE. He and Hurley nipping\nat Jack's heels as he heads back for the infirmary tent --\n\nCHARLIE HURLEY\nWe should put it in the tent,\nyeah? -- Maybe that dog can find\n\nwater.\n\nCHARLIE HURLEY\nProbably better if no one\nknows how little is left... -- Dogs can find pot and\nbombs, so they can find\nwater...\n\nThey arrive at the infirmary tent and Charlie places the\nsuitcase of water just inside the flap.\n\nCHARLIE\n(to Jack)\nIf you tell the others we're\nrunning low, we can ration it.\nThat way you can decide who gets...\n\nAnd that does it. The dam breaks. Jack stops. SPINS ON\nBOTH OF THEM -- And he doesn't YELL, but it's fucking close --\n\nJACK\nI'm not deciding anything.\n\nAnd Hurley visibly flinches. Not used to this from Jack.\nShit. Neither are we.\n\nHURLEY\n(quietly)\nWhy not?\n\nLOST \"White Rabbit\" (PINK) 8/9/04 15A.\n12 (CON T'D): (3) 12\nJack GRITS his teeth. Why not? Why fucking not?\n\n12 (CON T'D): (4) 12\nWhatever the answer to that is, he ain't giving it to them.\nSo he turns. And WALKS AWAY.\n\nAnd we stay with Jack as he leaves Charlie and Hurley in his\nwake. Moving closer. CLOSER. And finally, we're right on\nhis BLOODSHOT EYES as --\n\n13 INT. JACK'S PARENTS' HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK 13\n\nCLOSE ON THAT SAME PAIR OF EYES -- but twenty years younger.\nAnd one of them is almost SWOLLEN SHUT.\n\nTWELVE YEAR OLD JACK stands nervously in the doorway of an\nimposing STUDY. Beautiful. Ornate. The kind of place where\nyou don't want to touch stuff. Jack currently focused on --\n\nA WELL-WORN LEATHER CHAIR. Its back facing us. But\nsomeone's in it -- A MASCULINE HAND reaches to the small end\ntable next to the chair, picks up a GLASS OF SCOTCH...\n\nCLINKS the ice cubes as he gently rotates his wrist. And\nfinally --\n\nA FACE peers from around the chair. Extremely handsome.\nVery intense. INTELLIGENCE dances behind his eyes.\n\nThis is DR. SHEPHARD. This is JACK'S FATHER.\n\nSHEPHARD\nNot the best decision, huh kiddo?\n\nShephard offers a smile to his son -- but it's only with his\nmouth, not his EYES.\n\nSHEPHARD\nYou wanna come in?\n\nNot really. But Jack does anyway. Walks up to his dad's\nchair. Of course, there's no place for him to sit.\n\nSHEPHARD\nSo how's the other guy look?\n\nJack doesn't get the joke. His father sighs --\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nWant to tell me what happened?\n\nJACK\n(shrugs)\nCouple guys jumped Marc Silverman.\n\n13 (CON T'D): 13\nSHEPHARD\nCouple guys jumped Marc Silverman.\n(beat)\nBut they didn't jump you.\n\nJACK\nNo.\n\nShephard just looks at his son for a moment. Can't quite\nread it... but it feels a lot like PITY. Then --\n\nHe extends his FISTS. Face down.\n\nSHEPHARD\nOkay, Jack. One's got a quarter in\nit. Other's empty. You choose\nright, quarter's yours. You choose\nwrong, you give me a quarter.\n\nJack just looks at his father's outstretched hands for a\nmoment. Not sure what's going on right now...\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nDecide, Jack.\n\nJack deliberates another moment. Finally --\n\nPicks the left hand. Shephard opens it up -- NOTHING inside.\nShakes his head --\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nPay up.\n\nIs he serious? Yeah. He is.\n\nJack reaches into his own pocket, hands his father a QUARTER.\nThe old man takes it, looking over his son's beaten face.\nDowns a swallow of his drink --\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nYour heart's in the right place.\nSticking up for the little guy.\n(beat)\nBut look what happened. You made\nthe wrong call. You lost, buddy.\n(beat)\nYou failed.\n\nAnd let's stop for a second here. Because this is one of\nthose moments in your childhood. One of those moments where\nyour folks say something that just NEVER GOES AWAY.\n\n13 (CON T'D): (2) 13\nSomething that sticks with you. That BECOMES you. And Jack\nis listening to every fucking word of it.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nBoy was on my table today. Year\nyounger than you, maybe. Bad\nheart. And it was a real rough\none, Jack. Got real hairy, real\nfast. People were looking to me to\nmake decisions. Big decisions.\nWhat to do. How to do it.\n(beat)\nAnd I was able to make those\ndecisions because at the end of the\nday after that boy died, I was able\nto wash my hands, come home to\ndinner, watch Carol Burnett and\nlaugh until my sides hurt. And how\ncan I do that? Even when I fail --\nHow do I do that?\n(beat)\nBecause I have what it takes.\n\nAnd his father actually puts his hand on Jack's shoulder. He\ndoes love his son. This is said out of that love... no\nmatter how fucking cruel is sounds to us --\n\nSHEPHARD\nDon't choose, Jack. Don't decide.\nWalk away from the fights. Because\nwhen you fail -- when you make the\nwrong choice? It's gonna hurt.\nAnd buddy? When that hurt comes?\n(beat)\nYou don't have what it takes.\n\nJack absorbs that. And more importantly, because this is his\nfather. Because he is twelve. Because this must be true --\n\nHe BELIEVES it.\n\nA beat. And then, his father again extends two fists --\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nSame rules. Double or nothing.\nDecide.\n\nBut Jack just looks at the extended hands. Many, many, many,\nbeats pass before Jack finally shakes his head. No.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nGood boy.\n\n13 (CON T'D): (3) 13\nAnd OFF YOUNG JACK, the lesson not only learned, but HARD-\nWIRED, WE COME BACK TO--\n\n14 14\nINT./EXT. INFIRMARY TENT - DAY\n\nUNBLINKING.\nThose same intense eyes.\n\nJack sits alone in the INFIRMARY TENT. AND what's he staring\nat?\n\nThe OPEN RED SUITCASE that Charlie placed on the floor -- THE\nEIGHTEEN BOTTLES OF WATER.\n\nAnd as if that wasn't enough to worry about here's -\n\nBOONE (O.S.)\nWhy didn't you leave me?\n\nJack looks up to see BOONE standing in the opening of the\ntent. We get the feeling he's been working his way up to\nthis confrontation all morning.\n\nAnd this is the last fucking thing Jack needs. He gets up,\nexits the tent --\n\nJACK\nNot now, man.\n\nBOONE\nI could have made it back.\n(Jack ignores him)\nWhat? You're not gonna answer me?\nI told you to leave me, man. I\ntold you I could've...\n\nJACK\nYou were drowning.\n\nAnd Boone can't argue that. So --\n\nBOONE\nYou should've saved her.\n\nJack stands. Gets in real close to Boone. Something about\nhis eyes -- something FRAYED. But what he says, he says\nquite SIMPLY --\n\nJACK\nBut I didn't save her.\n(beat)\nAnd neither did you.\n\n14 (CON T'D): 14\nAnd with that, Jack pushes past him and out to --\n\n15 15\nTHE BEACH\n\nBoone isn't gonna be blown off. Stays with Jack as he moves\nacross the beach --\n\nBOONE\nYou think you're all noble and\nheroic coming after me? I was\nfine. You're not the only one\naround here who knows what to do,\nman. I run a business. Who\nappointed you savior? What gives\nyou the right to...\n\nAnd although Boone continues his rant, his voice begins to\nfall away. Because Jack isn't looking at Boone anymore...\n\nHe's looking over Boone's shoulder. Because there's\nsomething there. No -- SOMEONE.\n\nOFF IN THE DISTANCE\n16 16\n\nThere on the TREE LINE. Where beach meets jungle.\n\nThe MAN IN THE SUIT and he's wearing WHITE TENNIS SHOES.\n\nToo far away to discern the figure's identity. Just standing\nthere.\n\nAND WE'RE BACK WITH JACK\n17 17\n\nBecause he's not taking his eyes off the man this time. He's\nalready walking away from Boone --\n\nBOONE\n(shouts after him)\nHey -- Don't you walk away from me.\nWhere the hell are you going? HEY!\n\nBut Jack is BREAKING INTO A RUN. Eyes locked --\n\n18 18\nON THE TREE LINE\n\nWhere the SUITED MAN turns around, heads INTO THE JUNGLE...\n\n19 19\nAND JACK\n\nRUNS. Stumbles in the sand -- but immediately regains his\nfooting. SINGLE PURPOSE. DESPERATE.\n\n19 (CON T'D): 19\nAnd we follow Jack ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE BEACH until he...\n\n20 20\nEXT. BEACH - TREE LINE - DAY\n\nBURSTS through the tree line. The sun immediately obscured\nby the JUNGLE CANOPY. And Jack comes to an ABRUPT STOP\nbecause --\n\nThe Man In The Suit is ten yards away.\n\nJust standing still. His back to Jack. Close enough to make\nout his GRAY HAIR. And it's HAND-HELD. CREEPY. Jack takes\na few tentative steps forward. Closing the distance...\n\nJack reaches out to touch his shoulder... And the Man\nSUDDENLY TURNS!\n\nIt's Jack's father.\n\nSHEPHARD. Twenty years older. But here. On the island.\n\nAnd the SHOCK of this -- the fact that he's actually SEEING\nthis -- FLOORS Jack. His eyes go WIDE as he literally\nstaggers backwards, TRIPS --\n\nAnd lands on his ass.\n\nHis eyes never leave the fact of his father. SO FUCKING MUCH\nGOING ON -- but it's almost like Jack has regressed twenty-\nfive years. His voice almost childlike as he utters --\n\nJACK\n\nDad?\n\nAnd they LOCK EYES.\n\nBut Shephard gives Jack nothing. He just turns around. And\nheads DEEPER INTO THE JUNGLE.\n\nAnd OFF JACK, eyes open wide. FROZEN. We --\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\nACT TWO\n\n21 EXT. BEACH - TREE LINE - DAY 21\n\nJACK is exactly where we left him. Here where the jungle\nmeets the beach.\n\nAnd he's just BREATHING. Fast. ADRENALINE still pumping\nwith the weight of what he just saw. Or what he THINKS he\njust saw.\n\nAnd as we begin to CLOSE IN on Jack, we realize he's not just\nbreathing -- he's WHISPERING something. Over and over and\nover again...\n\nAnd now we're TIGHT enough to hear it --\n\nJACK\n(whispers)\nGone... he's gone... he's gone...\n\nAnd as we begin to HEAR THE PATTER OF RAIN ON GLASS...\n\n22 22\nINT. JACK'S PARENTS' HOME - STUDY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\n\nMARGO (O.S.)\nHe's gone, Jack.\n\nAnd we find JACK'S REFLECTION in a window begin pummelled by\nRAIN. The Jack we know and love. Same age as he is on the\nisland... and surprisingly, equally as RUN DOWN.\n\nJACK\nHe'll be back.\n\nAnd Jack turns away from the window to face --\n\nMARGO. His MOTHER. Late fifties. A crisply put together\nwoman. All Blue blood. STOIC.\n\nMARGO\nThis time it's different.\n\nBoth stand in HIS FATHER'S STUDY. Not as imposing as it was\nwhen Jack was boy -- But THE EMPTY LEATHER CHAIR is a\nconstant presence in every shot...\n\nJack looks over a mantle of PHOTOGRAPHS -- All of SHEPHARD.\nCatching a fish, receiving an award, giving a speech. Jack\nreaches to pick one up --\n\nMARGO\nPlease don't touch that.\n\n22 (CON T'D): 22\nBut Jack picks it up anyway. Maybe DEFIANTLY.\n\nJACK\nEver notice there aren't any\npictures of me in here? Or you?\n\nMARGO\n(simply)\nIt's his study.\n\nJACK\nYeah.\n\nJack puts the photo back. Just the sound of the RAIN for a\nfew beats. Then --\n\nMARGO\nI want you to bring him back.\n\nJACK MARGO\n(shaking his head)\nThat's good. Yeah. Me.\n-- What?\n\nJACK\nHe hasn't talked to me in two\nmonths, man.\n\nMARGO JACK\nYou haven't talk to him in\ntwo months. -- He doesn't want me to\nbring him back. Trust me.\nLet one of his \"friends\"...\n\nMARGO\nHe doesn't have friends anymore.\n(beat; pointed)\nWhy do you think that is?\n\nOkay. Starting to heat up a little here. We're definitely\ndropping in on some big time FAMILY SHIT -- and we don't need\nto know exactly what it is to get the main idea -- WHATEVER\nMADE HIS FATHER RUN OFF, JACK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR IT.\n\nJack's eyes drop under his mother's GLARE. Whatever it is\nshe's accusing him of, part of him is OWNING IT. Then --\n\nMARGO\nHe was right about you.\n\nAnd that fucking hits a nerve. Jack's eyes dart back up,\ngiving her a GLARE right back --\n\n22 (CON T'D): (2) 22\nJACK\nRight about what?\n\nMARGO\nYou don't understand the pressure\nhe was under. You --\n\nJACK\nI understand pressure.\n\nBeat. And Jack's eyes begin to water. He's TRYING to hold\nit together. We're seeing the PAIN here...\n\nAnd damn if Margo doesn't see it too. She actually SOFTENS.\nVulnerable --\n\nMARGO\nPlease -- You know how he gets. He\ndoesn't... he won't take care of\nhimself. You have to go after him.\n(beat)\nPlease.\n\nA moment. ON JACK. And this is hard from him to say, but --\n\nJACK\nI'm sorry. I can't.\n\nAnd that vulnerability in Margo? It is gone in a SECOND.\n\nMARGO\n\"I can't?\" You don't get to say \"I\ncan't.\" Not after what you did.\nWas it hard? Betraying your own\nfather? Was that a tough decision?\nOh -- but you thought you were\nactually helping him, didn't you?\nBut you took it all away, you...\nYou ruined him. You did this.\n(as near rage as she gets)\nYou bring you father home, Jack.\n\nAnd whatever she's talking about -- whatever Jack \"did\" -- it\ngets him. A low blow... but a TRUE blow. So finally --\n\nJACK\nWhere is he?\n\nBeat.\n\nMARGO\nAustralia.\n\n22 (CON T'D): (3) 22\nAnd as the pieces of the puzzle start to fit together. We\nBLAST BACK TO --\n\n23 EXT. BEACH - TREE LINE - DAY 23\n\nJACK. Still on his ass. Brought out of his memory by --\n\nVOICES behind him. Off in the distance. And Jack looks over\nhis shoulder --\n\nBACK AT THE BEACH\n\nThe CASTAWAYS milling around, doing their thing. CHARLIE.\nHURLEY. BOONE. Responsibility.\n\nAnd now Jack turns back towards THE JUNGLE.\n\nThe way his father went. And maybe the path of madness.\n\nTIME TO MAKE A DECISION.\n\nSo Jack gets up.\n\nAnd walks into the jungle.\n\nSMASH CUT TO:\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY - LATER\n24 24\n\nWALT runs FULL TILT down the beach.\n\nWALT\nHEY! HEY!\n\nFRANTIC. HECTIC. SEARCHING. And the first person he comes\nupon is KATE, immediately concerned--\n\nKATE\nWhat's wrong?\n\nWALT\nThat pregnant lady fell down.\n\nOff Kate's concerned look:\n\n25 25\nOMITTED\n\n26 26\nEXT. MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY AREA - DAY\n\nCHAOS. EVERYONE TALKING OVER EACH OTHER as Charlie and\nMichael literally CARRY Claire across the beach towards the\nINFIRMARY TENT. Kate beside them --\n\n26 (CON T'D): 26\n\nKATE CHARLIE\nWhat happened?\n\n-- She just dropped...\n\nKATE MICHAEL\nI was with her before -- the\nheat... Is she breathing?\n-- Where's the doctor?\n\nKATE\nLet's get her inside --\n\nAnd we follow them --\n\nINSIDE THE TENT\n27 27\n\nMichael and Charlie gently lay Claire down on the makeshift\nBED of SEAT CUSHIONS.\n\nCHARLIE\nShe's breathing, I think...\n\nKate leans over her --\n\nKATE\nClaire? Can you hear me? Claire?\nWake up...\n\nAnd THANK FUCKING GOD because Claire's eyes flutter open.\nShe looks around, confused --\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat...?\n\nKATE\nClaire, it's me -- Kate. You\npassed out. Take it easy okay?\n(turns to Charlie)\nShe needs water.\n\nCHARLIE\nWater. Yeah. There's some\nright...\n\nAnd Charlie turns to where the RED SUITCASE was...\n\nBut it's gone.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat the...?!?\n\n27 (CON T'D): 27\nCharlie madly pulls away various boxes, searching the tent.\nBut it's pretty clear that the suitcase isn't here. Charlie\nturns back to Kate...\n\nCHARLIE\nThe water's gone.\n(furious confusion)\n\nSomeone stole it.\n\n28 28\nEXT. BEACH - A MINUTE LATER\n\nLOCKE\nWhere's the doctor?\n\nFind Kate talking with LOCKE and SAYID, the concern apparent\non their faces, clearly filled in on the situation --\n\nKATE\nI don't know. No one can find him.\n\nSAYID\nAnd this was the last of the camp's\nwater supply?\n\nKATE\nYeah.\n\nSAYID\nKeeping it all in one place.\nFoolish.\n\nKATE SAYID\nI can go into the jungle.\nMaybe find some fresh water. -- You're not going alone --\n\nLOCKE\nWhen the others find out we're out\nof water, it's gonna get ugly. And\nwhen they find out someone pinched\nit, it's gonna get uglier. I'll\ngo. Camp needs you two here.\nEspecially with the doctor gone.\nBesides --\n(that fucking smile)\nI know where to look.\n\nAnd speaking of looking...\n\n29 29\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nJACK moves through the jungle.\n\n29 (CON T'D): 29\nThis guy is literally COMING APART AT THE SEAMS. A man\npossessed. Clearly in pursuit of something and someone that\ncouldn't possibly be here. But that's not stopping him.\n\nAgain, we're HAND-HELD. DISORIENTED. No rhyme or reason to\nthe direction that Jack is heading. And he comes to --\n\nA CLEARING SURROUNDED BY DENSE JUNGLE\n\nAnd Jack STOPS. Looks around him. Has no idea where he is.\nAnd maybe he doesn't care. But we're starting to SLOWLY SPIN\nAROUND HIM -- JACK, a man more lost now than ever before.\nAnd it starts as a whisper...\n\nJACK\nWhere are you?\n\nSpinning FASTER NOW. Jack louder --\n\nJACK\nWhere are you?\n\nAnd we're getting FUCKING DIZZY we're SPINNING SO FAST as --\n\nJACK\nWHERE ARE YOU?!?\n\nAnd we SLAM INTO --\n\nINT. CORPORATE HOTEL ROOM - AFTERNOON - FLASHBACK\n30 30\n\nTHE COMPLETION OF THAT WILD SPINNING AS WE FINALLY REST ON --\n\nJACK. And he's standing in the middle of a HOTEL ROOM.\nCrisp. Sharp. LIFELESS. This place is where fancy business\ntravellers might stay - A complete CONTRAST to the organic\njungle of the island.\n\nJack stares at the KING-SIZED BED - It has not been slept in.\n\nHOTEL MANAGER\nThe maid says he hasn't used the\nbed in the past three days.\n\nA YOUNG HOTEL MANAGER stands a few feet behind Jack. He\nlooks uncomfortable. A clear AUSTRALIAN ACCENT.\n\nJack wanders around the room. Jack picks up a DIRTY BUTTON-\nDOWN SHIRT neatly hanging over one of the chairs. Runs his\nfinger over the collar --\n\n30 (CON T'D): 30\nJACK\nHe rent a car through your\nconcierge?\n\nHOTEL MANAGER\nNo, sir.\n\nJack puts down the shirt. Floats over to the DESK -- A\nchaotic, ugly representation of his father's STATE OF MIND.\n\nA TORN MAGAZINE, MEDICATIONS, TICKETS, RECEIPTS, CIGARETTE\nPACKETS. Jack PULLS OPEN ONE OF THE DRAWERS --\n\nINSIDE -- THREE mostly empty bottles of SCOTCH. Jack\nabruptly CLOSES the drawer.\n\nHOTEL MANAGER\nQuite honestly, Mr. Shephard, I\ndon't think he rented a car at all.\n\nJACK\nYeah? Why's that?\n\nHOTEL MANAGER\nThere was an incident a few nights\nago. Here at the hotel bar. I had\nto ask Security to escort your\nfather to his room.\n\nJack turns. Maybe a little embarrassed. Maybe a little\nguilty. But definitely a little ANGRY --\n\nJACK\nWhat's that have to do with renting\na car?\n\nHOTEL MANAGER\nI'm sorry. I shouldn't have...\n\nJACK HOTEL MANAGER\nC'mon. What's it have to do\n\nwith renting a car? -- Mr. Shephard...\n\nThe Hotel Manager shakes his hand. He takes a BEAT. Then --\n\nHOTEL MANAGER\nI don't think any rental agent in\nSydney would lease your father a\ncar in his condition.\n\nWell. There it is. And Jack does not like hearing it. NOT\nAT ALL. Takes a step towards the Manager --\n\n30 (CON T'D): (2) 30\nJACK\nMy father...\n(holding it in but it's\nnot fucking easy)\nIs a Chief of Surgery.\n\nThe Hotel Manager quickly realizes he's crossed the line --\n\nHOTEL MANAGER\nOf course, sir. I apologize.\n\nAnd Jack is so fucking angry he wants to pound this guy, but\nluckily his attention is diverted as --\n\nHe spots something on the NIGHT STAND. A WALLET. Jack\nimmediately crosses to it. Picks it up. Opens it --\n\nCash. Credit Cards. Driver's License. HIS FATHER'S.\n\nJack settles down onto the bed -- as if the AIR has been\nknocked out of him. A few moments pass. Then... softly --\n\nJACK\nHe left his wallet. Who leaves a\nwallet?\n\nHOTEL MANAGER\nPerhaps you should talk to the\npolice, Mr. Shephard.\n\nThe Manager remains awkwardly in the center of the room, but\nwe're MOVING IN ON JACK -- his eyes full of DESPERATION. As\nhe whispers softly to himself --\n\nJACK\nWhere are you?\n\nWE BLAST BACK OUT INTO --\n\n31 31\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nCOMPLETE SILENCE. Jack stands frozen in the middle of the\nCLEARING where we left him. Eerie. No insects. No birds.\nNOTHING. Just the sound of his own BREATHING.\n\nAnd maybe it's just that Jack is literally at the end of his\nfucking tether, but it's almost like we can FEEL A PRESENCE\nhere. And Jack STOPS breathing because he hears something.\n\nTHE CLINK OF ICE CUBES INSIDE A GLASS.\n\nAnd it's fucking CLOSE. Jack WHIPS AROUND --\n\n31 (CON T'D): 31\nNothing there. But then the CRACK OF A TWIG snapping brings\nhis attention back to --\n\nTHE SURROUNDING JUNGLE\n\nAnd Jack can just make out SOMEONE RUNNING THROUGH IT --\n\nThe Man in the suit and white tennis shoes. HIS FATHER.\n\nJACK\nWait!\n\nAnd a new look of DETERMINATION falls over Jack's eyes.\nEnough of this bullshit. ENOUGH. He's gonna catch him this\ntime. He has to.\n\nSo Jack cuts through the jungle, just catching GLIMPSES of\nhis father up ahead -- always far off, just out of reach.\n\nJack pushes massive LEAVES aside -- and we're SO CLOSE on him\nwe lose perspective because Jack RUNS with such drive and\nsuch purpose -- GAINING now, about to finally CATCH UP when --\n\n32 32\nTHE GROUND GIVES WAY.\n\nJACK FALLS FORWARD down an INCLINE -- FALLS ON HIS ASS --\nSCRAMBLING -- SLIDING -- Tries to STOP HIMSELF with his feet\nbut he's moving too fast and...\n\nOH SHIT -- He's flying off A ROCK SHELF and --\n\nA ROOT is all that saves him as his body goes over and his\nLEGS KICK AT AIR because...\n\nJack is hanging off the EDGE OF A CLIFF. A hundred foot drop\nto the ground. Out here. ALONE.\n\nAnd as we realize he's totally FUCKED...\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\nACT THREE\n\n33 EXT. CLIFF FACE - DAY 33\n\nJack right where we left him --\n\nCLINGING TO THE CLIFF FACE -- his grip slipping.\n\nAnd we wanna milk this. Our guy. Our hero. Literally\nfacing DEATH and there is NO WAY he can escape it.\n\nJack tries to wedge his foot amongst some rocks, but they're\nLOOSE and...\n\nTHE ROOT he's holding on to is PULLING FREE and ---\n\nGRIM RECOGNITION falls over Jack's WATERING EYES. He's going\nto die here. Here on this fucking island --\n\nAnd just as the root is about to POP OUT OF THE CLIFF FACE --\n\nVOICE (O.S.)\nTake my hand.\n\nAnd Jack instinctively looks up at the SOUND OF THAT VOICE --\n\nIt's LOCKE.\n\nLying on his belly, extending his arm over the EDGE --\n\nAnd Jack barely registers the relief of seeing him before he\nSLAPS his free hand into Locke's outstretched one just as the\nROOT COMES FREE, tumbles down into the abyss as --\n\nLocke GRUNTS, pulling Jack up and over the edge to SAFETY.\n\nJack immediately rolls over, STARES up at the sky. Quick\nshallow breaths. Borderline HYPERVENTILATION.\n\nLOCKE\nYou okay?\n\nJack just nods. Because he's not hyperventilating at all.\nHe's LAUGHING. Louder now. Hysterically.\n\nAnd okay, maybe it's a little insane, but this is what\nhappens when you've been in a plane crash and haven't slept\nand you're chasing your father through the jungle and you\nalmost fucking die.\n\nAnd as Locke looks on, starting to chuckle himself --\n\n34 OMITTED 34\n\n35 35\nINT. INFIRMARY TENT - LATE AFTERNOON\n\nWe find CLAIRE inside the shade of the infirmary tent. She\nNAPS... not looking too hot. PALE.\n\n35 (CON T'D): 35\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nHey...\n\nClaire's eyes flutter open to see CHARLIE settling down next\nto her.\n\nCLAIRE\n(disoriented)\nHey. How long have I...?\n\nCHARLIE\nCouple hours. Here -- it's not\nmuch, but it's what we have.\n\nCharlie offers her a small THERMOS CUP -- A little liquid\nsplashes inside. Claire takes a grateful SIP --\n\nCLAIRE\nI should get up...\n\nNO SHE SHOULDN'T because another wave of DIZZINESS falls over\nher. Charlie immediately SUPPORTS her, nurturing instinct --\n\nCHARLIE\nYou just relax, yeah?\n(smiles)\nGot to think about the little one.\n\nThe dizziness passes as Claire eases back down on the\ncushions --\n\nCLAIRE\nThanks for the water.\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. A whole swallow.\n(somewhat darkly)\nThere'd be more if some git hadn't\nnicked it.\n\nCLAIRE\nIs Jack back yet?\n\nCHARLIE\nNo. No one's seen him.\n(seeing her concern)\nDon't worry though -- good ole' Mr.\nLocke's gone into the jungle to get\nyou some water. Should be back\nbefore nightfall.\n\n35 (CON T'D): (2) 35\nCLAIRE\nGreat. Our only hunter's gonna get\neaten so that he can get the\npregnant girl some more water.\n\nCHARLIE\nI wouldn't worry, love.\n(smiles conspiratorially)\nYou tell me who'd you rather meet\nin a dark alley -- whatever's out\nthere, or that geezer and his four\nhundred knives?\n\nClaire actually begins to GIGGLE --\n\nCHARLIE\nSeriously. Who packs four hundred\nknives? Personally? I only have\nroom for two hundred. Three\nhundred, the most.\n\nThe two share a nice LAUGH. A real moment -- And then Claire\nbecomes serious. Contemplative --\n\nCLAIRE\nWhen are they going to find us?\nThe rescuers?\n\nBeat.\n\nCHARLIE\nSoon.\n\nCLAIRE\n(smiles)\nThanks, Charlie.\n\nCHARLIE\nThanks for what?\n\nCLAIRE\nPeople don't look me in the eye\nhere. I think I scare them. The\nbaby...\n(searching for the words)\nI'm like this time bomb of\nresponsibility waiting to go off.\n\nCharlie considers this. Then --\n\nCHARLIE\nYou don't scare me.\n\n35 (CON T'D): (3) 35\nAnd off this genuinely sweet MOMENT...\n\n36 36\nEXT. BEACH - LATE AFTERNOON\n\nA STUNNING SUNSET throws magical light across the camp as\nvarious fires are lit - Night is falling.\n\n36 (CON T'D): 36\nAnd we pick up SHANNON as she approaches BOONE, sitting at\nthe edge of the ocean. That same mix of contemplation and\nanger in his eyes.\n\nSHANNON\nHey, Superman -- still moping?\n\nBoone just keeps looking out at the water...\n\nSHANNON\nBoone?\n\nAnd Shannon actually sheds the bitch persona for a moment.\nMaybe actually displaying GENUINE CONCERN --\n\nSHANNON\nIt's not your fault that...\n\nBOONE\nGo away, Shannon.\n\nAnd when she gets shut down, she snaps back into purely\ndefensive mode. PISSED --\n\nSHANNON\nNice talking to you, jackass.\n\nAnd Shannon STALKS off, passing --\n\nHURLEY. A little out of breath. Obviously excited about\nsomething. We PICK HIM UP as he hurries over to --\n\nKATE AND SAYID. They look up expectantly --\n\nHURLEY\nThe Chinese people have water.\n\n37 37\nEXT. BEACH - LATE AFTERNOON\n\nCLOSE ON AN EMPTY OCEANIC WATER BOTTLE -- just like the ones\nwe saw in the RED SUITCASE. PULL BACK to find --\n\nSAYID\nWhere did you get this?\n\nKate and Sayid confront SUN outside her makeshift Lean-To.\nSayid is amped --\n\nSAYID KATE\nWhere. Did. You --\n-- She doesn't understand\nyou, Sayid...\n\n37 (CON T'D): 37\nSAYID\nShe understands me.\n(back to Sun)\nDid you steal this water?\n\nSUN just looks at them nervously, speaks softly in KOREAN (no\nsubtitles here -- not when ENGLISH SPEAKERS are around) --\n\nSUN\nThis is a misunderstanding...\n\nAnd that's when JIN arrives. Head full of steam --\nIMMEDIATELY GETS BETWEEN SAYID AND HIS WIFE -- PROTECTIVE --\n\nJIN\nGet away from her, pig! If you\ntouch my wife..\n\nKate gets into the fray, ever the peacemaker --\n\nKATE\nEasy. Let's just talk about this,\nall right?\n\nSayid steps back, raises his hands in frustration, stares\ndaggers at JIN. Kate holds up the water bottle to Jin.\nPoints to it.\n\nKATE\nIs this yours?\n\nJin stares at her blankly.\n\nKATE\nWho gave you this?\n\nAnd \"WHO\" is a word that Jin does understand, because his\nimmediate (albeit defiant) reaction is to POINT DOWN THE\nBEACH. Kate and Sayid turn to see --\n\n38 38\nOFF NEAR THE FUSELAGE\n\nSAWYER. Smoking a cigarette.\n\nCompletely oblivious to the fact that he's just been picked\nout of a lineup.\n\nBACK WITH KATE AND SAYID\n\nKATE\nSonofa...\n\n(CON T'D):\nAnd Kate is set to rip Sawyer's fucking head off, but...\n\nSayid grabs her arm.\n\nSAYID\nI don't see the water.\n\nKATE\nSo?\n\nSAYID\nYou go after him now, he'll give\nyou nothing. But if you wait...\n(beat)\nA rat will always lead you to its\nhole.\n\nAnd OFF KATE, knowing he's right but not happy about it. And\nas NIGHT finally falls on the BEACH...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - LATE AFTERNOON\n40 40\n\nMACRO CLOSE ON A SINGLE DROPLET OF WATER suspended on a\nBANYAN LEAF. And as the leaf tips, we watch that DROPLET\nslide down its surface and into --\n\n41 41\nAN OCEANIC BOTTLE.\n\nPULL BACK to find the bottle in the hand of Locke. It's\nbarely a quarter full, but that's what happens when you do it\none drop at a time --\n\nJACK sits on a rock. Staring into the jungle. And we get\nthe feeling that Locke has just been letting him sit, too.\nSomething we should note about these two -- They can talk.\nKindred spirits. Mutual respect. Finally --\n\nJACK\nHow are they? The others.\n\nLOCKE\nThey're thirsty. Hungry. Waiting\nto be rescued.\n(then; pointed)\nAnd they need someone to tell them\nwhat to do.\n\nJack stiffens. And this is an instinct. A FEAR.\n\nJACK\nMe? I can't --\n\n41 (CON T'D): 41\nLOCKE\nWhy can't you?\n\nThat's really the question, isn't it?\n\nAnd maybe Jack has never spoken the words aloud before, but\nwhen he does, we know he believes them --\n\nJACK\nBecause I'm not a leader.\n\nLOCKE\nAnd yet they all treat you like\none. Hm.\n\nHates that he's right.\nJack knows he's right.\n\nJACK\nI don't know how to help them.\nI'll fail, I'll...\n(then; quietly)\nI don't have what it takes.\n\nAnd in this moment -- his father's words travelling twenty\nyears to find themselves coming out of his mouth -- we know\nthat despite his own instinctual heroism, Jack BELIEVES this.\n\nLocke nods. Twists the cap on the bottle as he settles down\nacross from Jack --\n\nLOCKE\nWhy are you out here, Jack?\n\nJACK\nI think I'm going crazy.\n\nLOCKE\nYou're not going crazy.\n\nJACK\nNo?\n\nLOCKE\nCrazy people don't know they're\ngoing crazy. They think they're\ngetting saner.\n(smiles; again now)\nSo why are you out here, Jack?\n\nAnd something about Locke -- Something HYPNOTIC about the way\nhis eyes dance... makes Jack open up the him --\n\n41 (CON T'D): (2) 41\nJACK\nI'm chasing something.\n(beat)\nSomeone.\n\nLOCKE\nAh. The White Rabbit.\n(off Jack's confusion)\nAlice in Wonderland.\n\nJACK\nYeah, Wonderland. Because who I'm\nchasing? He's not here.\n\nLOCKE\nBut you see him.\n\nJACK\nYes. But he's not here.\n\nLOCKE\nAnd if I came to you saying the\nsame thing, what would your\nexplanation be? As a doctor?\n\nJACK\n(diagnosis mode)\nI'd call it a hallucination.\nResult of dehydration. Post\nTraumatic Stress. Not having slept\nmore than two hours a night for the\nlast week. All of the above.\n\nLOCKE\nAll right, then. You're\nhallucinating.\n(beat)\nBut what if you're not?\n\nJack masks his fear of exactly that with a nervous laugh --\n\nJACK\nThen we're all in a lot of trouble.\n\nAnd now we begin to PUSH IN on Locke. A man who knows of\nwhat he speaks, and what he speaks of is fucking SCARY --\n\nLOCKE\nI'm an ordinary man, Jack. Meat\nand potatoes. I live in the real\nworld. Not a big believer in\n\"magic.\"\n(MOR E)\n\n41 (CON T'D): (3) 41\nLOC KE (cont'd)\n(beat)\nBut this place is different.\nSpecial. The others... they don't\nwant to talk about it because it\nscares them. But we all know it.\nWe all feel it. Is your white\nrabbit a hallucination? Probably.\n\n(beat, here it is)\nBut what if everything that\nhappened here happened for a\nreason? What if that someone\nyou're chasing is really here?\n\n41 (CON T'D): (4) 41\nJACK\nThat's impossible.\n\nLOCKE\nEven if it is, let's say it's not.\n\nAnd Jack is practically in a trance... because part of him\nbelieves exactly THAT. Softly --\n\nJACK\nThen what happens if I catch him?\n\nLOCKE\nI don't know -- But, I've looked\ninto the eye of this island. And\nwhat I saw?\n(beat)\nIt was beautiful.\n\nAnd with that, Locke stands up. Runs his hands down his\nlegs, maybe to get the dirt off -- or maybe just because he\nlikes to touch them -- and picks up his pack.\n\nJACK\nWait -- Where are you --?\n\nLOCKE\nSomeone needs this water back at\nthe beach.\n\nJACK\n(standing)\nI'll come with you.\n\nLOCKE\nNo. You need to finish what you\nstarted.\n\nAnd hoping Locke might actually have the ANSWER --\n\nJACK\nWhy?\n\nLOST \"White Rabbit\" (PINK) 8/9/04 42.\n41 (CON T'D): (5) 41\nLOCKE\nBecause a leader can't lead until\nhe know's where he's going.\n\nAnd with that, Locke melts back into the jungle. OFF JACK,\nlooking after him -- a lot to think about...\n\n42 42\nEXT. BEACH - LATE AFTERNOON\n\nAnd SOMEONE ELSE is moving briskly through the late day.\nCrossing the SAND of the beach this person slips into...\n\nTHE TREE LINE --\n43 43\n\nAnd a PATCH OF DENSE FOLIAGE. A HAND reaches in, pushes the\nLEAVES aside to reveal --\n\nTHREE SUITCASES. The hider of this STASH is of course --\n\nSAWYER. And we're close on him as he POPS OPEN one of the\nsuitcases revealing an array of goodies - SUNTAN LOTION, BUG\nSPRAY, CANDY, CIGARETTES, LIGHTERS, MEDICINE, ALCOHOL...\n\nAnd as he reaches for a pack of the SMOKES...\n\nThe CRACK of a twig behind him! SPINS AROUND in time to see -\n\n44 44\nKATE RUSHING HIM.\n\nIt's a flat-out fucking TACKLE and this girl really fucking\nknows what she's doing because in a matter of seconds --\n\nShe's PINNED Sawyer -- her KNEES pressing hard into his\nshoulders -- a provocative position under any other set of\ncircumstances. As soon as Sawyer recognizes his attacker --\n\nSAWYER\nIt's about time.\n\nKATE\n(fierce)\nAbout time for what?\n\nSAWYER\nI made this birthday wish four\nyears ago.\n\nKate's eyes BURN as SAYID emerges from the jungle --\n\nSAYID\nDoes he have it?\n\nLOST \"White Rabbit\" (PINK) 8/9/04 43.\n44 (CON T'D): 44\n\nSAWYER KATE\nWhat? You two follow me out\nhere? I wanna see a warrant! -- Where's the water, you--\n\nAnd Sawyer suddenly PUSHES UP, TWISTS -- ROLLS OVER -- and\nnow he's pinning Kate down -- He GRINS, out of breath --\n\nSAWYER\nThat's better.\n\nKATE\n\n-- Get off me...\n\nBut Sayid is already there, PULLS Sawyer up, PUSHES him --\nFed up with the cutesy bullshit --\n\nSAYID\nGive the water to us now.\n\nSAWYER\n(pissed)\nTouch me again.\n\nKate gets up, moves to the SUITCASES. Pulls them open --\nMore BOOZE, SMOKES, ELECTRONIC EQUIPMENT -- But NO WATER --\n\nSAWYER\nYou really think I stole your damn\nwater?\n\nSAYID\nWe know you gave two bottles to the\nKorean couple...\n\nSawyer takes a step forward -- gets in Sayid's FACE --\n\nSAWYER\nI don't give nothin' to nobody.\n\nKATE\nIt's not here.\n\nSAWYER\n(real slow so Sayid can\nunderstand)\nI traded Mr. Miyagi the last water\nI had for a fish he caught -- we\nworked it out caveman-style.\n\nKATE\n(skeptical)\nYou gave up your last two bottles?\n\nLOST \"White Rabbit\" (PINK) 8/9/04 43A.\n44 (CON T'D): (2) 44\nSAWYER\nWater has no value, Freckles --\nit's gonna rain sooner or later.\n(MOR E)\n\n44 (CON T'D): (3) 44\nSAW YER (cont'd)\n(smiles)\nAnd hell, I'm an optimist.\n\nAnd there's something about him -- despite the fucking\nbravado -- that makes it instantly clear that Sawyer is\nabsolutely INNOCENT. He's telling the truth.\n\nSo they're back to square one. And still without water.\nSayid turns to Kate --\n\nSAYID\nCome on, let's go.\n\nSayid starts back into the jungle as Kate levels Sawyer with\na look. He just SMILES. Kate shakes her head, goes to\nfollow Sayid when --\n\nSAWYER\nHey. You forgot something.\n\nKate turns as Sawyer tosses her a large LEATHER WALLET. Kate\nis confused... but FLIPS IT OPEN TO REVEAL --\n\nIT'S THE MARSHAL'S BADGE.\n\nSAWYER\nSeeing as you're the sheriff now,\nmight as well make it official.\n\nAh. The IRONY.\n\nBut Kate KEEPS the badge. Slides it into her pocket as she\nheads back to the beach. Sawyer watches her go, pops a smoke\ninto his mouth. And as the FLAME flicks from his lighter --\n\n45 45\nEXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT\n\nWe're deep in a small CAMPFIRE. PULLING OUT OF IT TO FIND --\n\nJACK. Alone. Staring into the fire. And he's in that zone\nof non-sleep where he is actually HYPER-AWAKE.\n\nAnd there is something about these flames that is familiar to\nhim. And as Jack looks deeply into them --\n\n46 46\nINT. HALLWAY - RECEPTION - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\n\nFLAMES flicker in BLACK & WHITE. PULL OUT to find them on a\nsmall TELEVISION. We're watching a local NEWS BRAODCAST.\n\nJACK sits in a small chair in a spartan HALLWAY, watching the\nwall-mounted TV --\n\n46 (CON T'D): 46\nAUSTRALIAN NEWSCASTER (O.S.)\nAnd wildfires continue to burn just\noutside Melbourne. While local\ncrews coordinate their efforts, an\narson investigation is underway...\nAnd the NEWSCAST is interrupted as Jack looks up to see --\n\nDOCTOR (O.S.)\nMr. Shephard? Will you follow me,\nplease?\n\nA Middle-Eastern MAN in a white lab coat -- looks like a\nDOCTOR. And although we're not entirely sure why yet, Jack's\neyes make it clear -- he does not want to follow this man.\nNot at ALL.\n\nINT. HALLWAY - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\n47 47\n\nJACK and THE DOCTOR walk along the corridor. This place is\ndepressing - FLICKERING FLUORESCENT LIGHTS. WORN PAINT JOB.\n\nDOCTOR\nThere are ways we can make it\neasier for you. We can take a\nphotograph if you'd prefer...\n\nJACK\nNo. I want to see him.\n\nThe\nThe two reach THREE STAINLESS STEEL DOORS -- FREEZERS.\nDoctor pulls open the middle one.\n\nON JACK, as he follows the Doctor--\n\nA48 A48\nINSIDE.\n\nA GURNEY waits. ON IT,\n\nA BODYBAG.\n\nThe Doctor looks at Jack one last time.\n\nThen slowly, he pulls down the bag's zipper, revealing the\nbody inside, and of course it's--\n\nJACK'S FATHER.\n\nJust as he's appeared on the island. Gray haired. Sixties.\nAnd completely lifeless.\n\nA48 (CON T'D): A48\nJACK\nThat's him.\n\nLOST \"White Rabbit\" (PINK) 8/9/04 46.\nA48 (CON T'D): (2) A48\nDOCTOR\nI'm very sorry.\n\nJACK\nWhat happened?\n\nDOCTOR JACK\n(sympathetic)\nIt's probably best not to -- What happened?\nknow the details, Mr...\n\nAnd as the Doctor begins to speak, we HOLD ON JACK -- PUSHING\nIN as every second brings more emotion. A deeper sense of\npain and loss. And it is fucking DEVASTATING to watch.\n\nDOCTOR (O.S.)\nThe police found him in an alley in\nKings Cross. There was no\nidentification, so they brought him\nhere. Our tox screen showed a\nblood alcohol content... which for\na man of his size would most likely\nhave brought on myocardial\ninfarction -- a sizeable and fatal\nheart attack.\n(best bedside manner)\nIf it's any consolation, it was\npainless.\n\nAnd now we are RIGHT UP on Jack's EYES. And in this, the\nsingle most devastating moment of his life, the last word\nthat comes to mind is \"painless.\" And as a SINGLE TEAR drops\nfrom his eye...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT\n\nWe find that same tear sliding down his cheek back at the\nCAMPFIRE. And Jack is snapped out of this quiet repose by --\n\nTHAT SOUND. Ice cubes in a glass.\n\nJack immediately LEAPS TO HIS FEET. Something moving through\nthe JUNGLE beyond the fire. Maybe we can just make out the\nWHITE TENNIS SHOES...\n\nAnd Jack is way beyond rational now as he PULLS A PIECE OF\nWOOD FROM THE FIRE -- a makeshift TORCH --\n\nAnd he moves into the moonlight-dappled jungle -- Almost like\nhe's SLEEPWALKING -- following what just might be a GHOST --\n\nAnd he soon comes to a NATURAL STONE ARCHWAY.\n\n(CON T'D):\nJack pauses -- a sense of whatever lies beyond -- but it's\ntoo fucking late to turn back now -- his journey almost at\nits inevitable conclusion...\n\nSo he moves through the archway. AND for the first time we\nenter our SET...\n\n49 49\nINT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT\n\nMOONLIGHT pierces through the obscured ceiling of this caved-\nin VALLEY, lighting Jack's way --\n\nAnd his father is nowhere to be seen.\n\nBut Jack hears the sound of TRICKLING WATER. Drawn to it --\n\nAnd here's a WALL OF WATER dripping into a SHALLOW POOL.\nJack approaches -- looks into it and --\n\nThere's a small, pale FACE shimmering under the surface. But\nJack seems more confused than scared as he reaches into the\nwater and pulls out --\n\nA CHINA FACED DOLL -- blonde hair, floral dress. Jack lays\nthe doll down, walks deeper into THE VALLEY, his torchlight\nilluminating the openings of a series of CAVES...\n\nAnd there are more dolls. MANY MORE. A TRAIL of them. Jack\nfollows it, raising his flaming torch as he finally comes to\nthe source -- A SMASHED CRATE. And right next to it --\n\nA fallen fifteen foot-long section of WRECKAGE from our\nplace. The OCEANIC LOGO PROMINENT.\n\nAll around this area of the valley; scattered pieces of\nLUGGAGE. OF CARGO. Jack looking it over...\n\nAnd then he FREEZES.\n\nBecause there, at the edge of a cave, trapped partially under\na piece of wreckage is what looks like a LARGE BOX.\n\nAnd Jack is drawn to it. THIS is why he's been led here.\nTHIS is what he's supposed to find.\n\nYeah. It's a COFFIN.\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\nACT FOUR\n\n50 INT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT 50\n\nJack stands right where we left him, in this moonlit cave-\nlike VALLEY.\n\nAnd he's just FIXATED on that banged-up but surprisingly\nintact SIMPLE WOODEN CASKET which lies FACE DOWN in the dirt.\n\nAnd this time, it's not Jack that we PUSH INTO, but that\ncoffin as we hear the sound of a PLANE TAKING OFF and --\n\nINT. SYDNEY AIRPORT - DAY - FLASHBACK\n51 51\n\nWe're in SYDNEY AIRPORT.\n\nAnd here's Jack. Wearing the very same SUIT we saw him\nwearing in the Pilot. He stands at the OCEANIC CUSTOMER\nSERVICE COUNTER. And he is fucking losing it.\n\nJACK\nWhat do you mean you won't put it\non the plane?\n\nA FEMALE AUSTRALIAN TICKET AGENT looks back at him --\n\nTICKET AGENT\nI'm sorry, Mr. Shephard, but our\npolicy is that the body must have\nthe proper documentation if we're\nto put it on board. I'm afraid\nthere's no latitude to...\n\nJACK TICKET AGENT\nNo latitude? No latitude?\n-- Without the proper\ndocuments...\n\nJACK TICKET AGENT\nYou can't do this to me. I'm\nread to go now... -- Sir, perhaps another\ncarrier may...\n\nJACK\n(enough)\nNO!\n\nAnd he fucking SHOUTED THAT. People standing around actually\nlook over, nervously. But Jack could care less. He leans in\nto the DESK ATTENDANT, eyes burning --\n\n51 (CON T'D): 51\nJACK\nI want you to listen to me, okay?\nBecause I'm asking you a favor...\n(reads her name-tag)\n\"Chrissy?\" I am standing in front\nof you wearing the same suit I'm\nwearing to my father's funeral and\nI'm asking you a favor.\n(beat)\nIn sixteen hours I need to land in\nLAX. And I need that coffin to\nclear customs because there is\ngoing to be a hearse waiting there.\nAnd that hearse needs to take me\nand that coffin to a cemetery.\nWhy, Chrissy? Why can't I just\nland and bring him to a funeral\nhome and make all the arrangements\nthere? Why can't I really take my\ntime with it? Because I need it to\n\nbe done. I need it to be over.\n\nAnd Jack suddenly realizes he's YELLING. Stops. Pulls\nhimself together. But his eyes are watering. And this is\nsaid softly, but not without desperation --\n\nJACK\nI just need to bury my father.\n\nAnd Chrissy is actually MOVED by this. Affected by Jack's\npure emotion. So after a beat, she NODS --\n\nTICKET AGENT\nLet me see what I can do, sir.\n\nAnd as Jack finally registers some sense of RELIEF...\n\n52 52\nINT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT\n\nWe're back on the island. In this valley.\n\nAnd Jack looks down at what we now know to be his FATHER'S\nCASKET. Neither one of them made it to Los Angeles.\n\nBut Jack has found it. Been led to it.\n\nSo now, finally, he'll get to bury his father himself.\n\nAnd as much as we don't want him to do it, we have to WATCH\nHIM as he carefully slips his hand under the casket.\n\n52 (CON T'D): 52\nJack squats -- then with great STRAIN he manages to LIFT IT\nUP - pushing it on to its side -- but OH FUCK -- the lid\nFLIPS OPEN!\n\nBUT THE COFFIN IS EMPTY.\n\nJack is confused. Devastated. And then, ultimately --\n\nDEPRIVED.\n\nMaybe the body fell out in the crash -- maybe it's still out\nthere in the jungle -- or maybe...\n\nBut none of that matters now. Because all of this pressure,\nthis anxiety, this fucking situation is all so UNFAIR.\n\nAnd that translates to pure RAGE for Jack... ANGER at not\nbeing able to put this behind him... and ANGER at his father\nfor haunting him, even here...\n\nAnd Jack's pulling a METAL ROD from the wreckage, raising it\nover his hand and he --\n\nSMASHES the coffin. Over and over. Into fucking splinters.\n\nAnd as we PULL BACK, leaving Jack to resolve his demons the\nonly way he knows how...\n\nEXT. BEACH - MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY AREA - NIGHT\n53 53\n\nWe QUIETLY MOVE towards the INFIRMARY TENT -- the sense that\nthis is the POINT OF VIEW of someone as we MOVE THROUGH THE\nPLASTIC FLAP AND INSIDE TO FIND --\n\n54 54\nINT. INFIRMARY TENT - NIGHT\n\nCLAIRE as she lies asleep. She's alone. We're looking down\nat her. No -- SOMEONE'S LOOKING DOWN AT HER and...\n\nA bottle of WATER is brought to her chapped lips. Claire's\neyes flicker open as the cool liquid flows into her mouth.\nSomeone has come to her rescue! And Claire looks up to see\nher benefactor is...\n\nBOONE?\n\nHe offers an awkward smile -- screws the cap on the remainder\nof the bottle, places another FULL ONE by her side...\n\nCLAIRE BOONE\nHow did you...?\n-- Shhhh.\n\n54 (CON T'D): 54\nAnd we don't get much of a chance to put this all together\nbecause a VOICE from the entrance of the tent snaps us out of\nthis quiet moment --\n\nVOICE (O.S.)\nWhere did you get that?!\n\nWHIP AROUND TO REVEAL --\n\nCHARLIE. And he ain't happy.\n\nEXT. BEACH - NIGHT\n\nBOONE takes a full face-plant into the SAND.\n\nCHARLIE\nHere's your thief.\n\nWe're out on the BEACH. Charlie (that old DARKNESS in full\neffect) is surrounded by Michael, Hurley, Sun, Jin, Walt,\nSawyer -- a few of the other survivors --\n\nMICHAEL\nWhere'd he hide it?!\n\nCHARLIE\nDunno -- but this wanker had three\nbottles on him.\n(to Boone)\nWhy'd you do it, Pretty Boy? Eh?\n\nHAND-HELD. CHAOTIC. SCARY. MOB MENTALITY EMERGING. Boone\nsurrounded on all sides, scrambles to his feet -- PANICKED --\n\nBOONE\nI didn't think... You just left it\nin the tent. And he... Jack just\ntook off.\n\nCHARLIE BOONE\nClaire could've died. -- I tried to give her some\nsooner but it got out of\nhand. Nobody would've\nunderstood...\n\nCHARLIE\n(to the others)\nI say we throw him in the jungle\nand see what happens.\n\nSHANNON runs up -- locks eyes with Boone -- No fucking idea\nwhat to do...\n\n(CON T'D):\nKATE & SAYID are right behind her --\n\nKATE\nWhat's going on...?\n\nSAWYER\n(nods to Boone)\nGuess you got your thief.\n\nBoone pleads to Kate -- maybe she'll understand...\n\nBOONE CHARLIE\nI was trying to help!\nSomeone needed to take\nresponsibility. It never -- Oh SHUT IT!\nwould have lasted unless...\n\nSLAM! Boone goes flying into the sand again.\n\nAnd it's out of control. Six days on the island. The\nstress. The frustration. The situation. This is the very\nworst of human nature because --\n\nThe fucking MOB wants blood.\n\nCharlie ROUGHLY pulls Boone back up -- Pushes him into what\nfeels like a tightly constricting CIRCLE --\n\nAnd as Boone looks around at all these angry faces... these\npeople who might just TEAR HIM LIMB FROM LIMB --\n\nVOICE (O.S.)\nLEAVE HIM ALONE.\n\nAnd everything just STOPS.\n\nWe're ON KATE as she turns towards the sound of that powerful\nvoice. And thank fucking God...\n\nIT'S JACK.\n57 57\n\nAnd he might still be unshaven. He might be fucking\nexhausted. But there is a LIGHT in his eyes now.\n\nThe same light in his eyes when he got his ass kicked on the\nplayground twenty years ago.\n\nAnd they're ALL just staring at him.\n\nHe starts quietly at first --\n\n57 (CON T'D): 57\nJACK\nIt's been six days and we're all\nstill waiting. Still waiting for\nthem to come.\n(beat)\nBut what if they don't?\n\nJack steps forward -- engaging each person one at a time as\nhe speaks. Powerful. Charismatic. FEARLESS...\n\nJACK\nWe have to stop waiting. We need\nto start figuring things out. A\nwoman died this morning because she\nwent for a morning swim.\n(points to Boone)\nHe tried to save her life and now\nyou're about to crucify him because\nhe took some water?\n\nCharlie drops his eyes --\n\nJACK\nWe can't do this. We can't just\nhope it'll figure itself out. It's\ntime to start organizing. We need\nto figure out how we're going to\nsurvive. I found water -- fresh\nwater in the valley. I'll take a\ngroup in at first light. You don't\nwant to come? Then you find\nanother way to contribute because\n\"every man for himself\" isn't gonna\nwork anymore, people. Last week,\nmost of us were strangers. But now\nwe're all here. And God knows how\nlong we're gonna be here, but...\n(beat)\nIf we can't live together, we're\ngonna die alone.\n\nAnd as we see them -- ALL of them -- just looking at Jack.\nLooking UP to him. And yeah, there's gonna be some bumps\nalong the way, but it's pretty fucking clear --\n\nWe've just witnessed the birth of a LEADER.\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\nACT FIVE\n\n58 EXT. BEACH - NIGHT 58\n\nAnd once again, CALM has come to the beach.\n\nCHARLIE & HURLEY\n\nWalk amongst the castaways with the RED SUITCASE -- doling\nout HALF-CUPS of water to the SURVIVORS as we FIND --\n\nSUN & JIN\n59 59\n\nSun looks at her husband as he builds them a SMALL FIRE.\n\nSUN\nThank you.\n(beat)\nFor getting me water today.\n\nJin pauses for a moment. Looks at his wife. Then, as simple\nas it is touching --\n\nJIN\nThat's what husbands do.\n\nAnd now, we FLOAT OVER to --\n\nMICHAEL & WALT\n60 60\n\nMichael watches his son sleeping. Has his half-cup of water,\nbut his kid's fine. Not worth waking him up for.\n\nSo instead, he gives his water to VINCENT.\n\nAs the dog laps it up appreciatively, we FIND --\n\n61 61\nBOONE\n\nSits away from the camp, ALONE. Spared a beating, but a\npariah nonetheless.\n\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nHow's it feel?\n\nBoone looks up to see Sawyer.\n\nBOONE\nHow's what feel?\n\nSAWYER\nTaking my place at the top of\neveryone's most hated list.\n\n61 (CON T'D): 61\nBoone just looks at him.\n\nSAWYER\nYeah. Sucks, don't it?\n\nAnd as Sawyer strides off to wherever it is he strides off\nto, we leave Boone to FIND --\n\nJACK\n\nHe sits at a small FIRE close to the ocean. Kate settles\ndown next to him, hands him a cup of WATER --\n\nJACK\nThanks.\n\nA few beats pass as they take in the night ocean together.\n\nKATE\nWhere were you today, Jack?\n\nJACK\nJust taking care of some things.\n\nAs always, not much has to be said between these two. In\nsome kind of cosmic way, they just GET each other.\n\nKATE\nThat's all I'm gonna get, huh?\n\nA few more beats pass. Then --\n\nJACK\nMy father died. In Sydney.\n\nKate reacts -- surprised... but instantly sympathetic.\n\nKATE\nI'm sorry.\n\nJack nods. His eyes watering with the intensity of his day.\nWatering with the closure he will not get.\n\nJACK\nYeah. I'm sorry, too.\n\nAnd as the two of them sit there in this moment of quiet\nsimplicity...\n\nFADE TO BLACK.\n\nTHE END"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"House of the Rising Sun\"\n\nWritten by\n\nJavier Grillo-Marxuach\n\nTEASER\n\nA BLAST through the \"O\" in the Lost logo ends in BLACK - and\nthe sound of Jin's voice (in Korean)-\n\nJIN'S VOICE\nWhat are you doing?\n\nSMASH INTO AN E.C.U. - on SUN's opening eye -\n1 1\nEXT. BEACH - MORNING (DAY 7)\n\nWIDER TO REVEAL - Sun - kneeling over some flowers, holding\none by the stem, taking in the scent, then RACK FOCUS - to\nshow JIN - standing by the shore, struggling with a live,\nwrithing fish he has plucked from the water -\n\nJIN\nSun! I need your help! Come here!\n\nSun turns to her husband. Her response is dutiful -\n\nSUN\nI'm sorry. I'm coming.\n\n- but her expression says otherwise. Turning to gather her\nflowers, Sun's vision drifts - and lands on another couple -\n\nEXT. BEACH - FIFTY YARDS AWAY - MORNING\n2 2\n\nJACK AND KATE - we JOIN THEM as they pack up to HEAD INTO THE\nJUNGLE. Kate shucks empty WATER BOTTLES into her backpack,\nJack wrestles with the tangled straps of his pack.\n\nKATE\nI want to know.\n\nJACK\nWell you're not gonna know.\n\nKATE\nWhat's the big deal?\n\nJACK\nIt's not a big deal.\n\nKate stands and steps up close, taking the straps of Jack's\nbackpack and reaching over his shoulder for a stray clip -\nher arms brush his TATTOOED SKIN repeatedly, a fact not lost\non either one of them, even as they try to be casual -\n\n2 (CO NT'D): 2\n\nKATE\nIt's just the tattoos and you don't\nadd up.\n(playfully)\nWhat're you - one of those really\nhardcore spinal surgeons?\nJack smiles -- but how he got his ink is his business.\n\nJACK\nYeah. That's me. Hardcore.\n\nThe repartee comes to an abrupt end as CHARLIE - also wearing\na backpack - steps up -\nCHARLIE\nIf you two are through verbally\ncopulating, maybe we ought to get a\nmove on. We have a beach full of\npeople waiting for us to go get\nthem some drinking water... and the\nGreat White Hunter's getting\nrestless.\n\nCharlie indicates LOCKE, waiting by the tree line. Stoic.\nSHAVING his stubble with a DISPOSABLE RAZOR.\n\nJACK\nOkay. Let's do this.\n\nKATE\nHey, Charlie -- Ask Jack about his\ntattoos.\nCHARLIE\nAh. You two have an inside joke.\nHow wonderful for you both.\n\nAnd Jack and Kate actually LAUGH as the three head off, we\nMOVE BACK ACROSS THE BEACH TO FIND -\n3 3\nEXT. BEACH - FAVORING SUN - MORNING\n- Sun. A wistful sadness descends as she watches Jack and\n\nKate, then turns to see Jin, who has wrapped the fish in a\nshirt and HITS IT WITH A ROCK -\n- Jin finishes off the fish, then looks up to see MICHAEL and\nWALT, crossing in front of him as they walk across the shore.\n\n3 (CO NT'D): 3\n\nRESUME ON SUN, looking away and picking up her flowers -\n\nMATCH CUT TO - a beautiful bouquet of white orchids at -\n4 4\nEXT. KOREAN ESTATE - GARDEN - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\n- a GALA for KOREAN HIGH SOCIETY. Red-jacketed WAITERS serve\nthe throng. And in the CENTER of it all --\n\nSUN - a princess in a cocktail dress - giggling with a crowd\nof GIRLFRIENDS. Sun's hair, clothes, and most importantly,\nHER ATTITUDE makes it clear that this happened years ago -\nwhen she was a carefree child of privilege.\nWhile Sun and her friends point out young men in the crowd -\na WAITER approaches -\n\nWAITER\nAnother drink, Miss?\n\nSun turns to take the flute from the waiter's tray - and\nsuddenly we realize -- THE WAITER IS JIN - Young. Sweet.\nSERVILE. A harsh contrast to the man we know on the island.\n\nSun and Jin exchange a look. And then he's gone.\n\nSun takes a drink - and notices something written on the\nnapkin. Sun smiles to herself as her friends continue to\ngossip, closing her hand tightly around the napkin.\n5 5\nEXT. KOREAN ESTATE - GARDEN - LATER - FLASHBACK\n\nThe party ECHOES in the distance. Sun stands in this\nsecluded spot. Senses something behind her. Turns to see --\nJIN\nMiss -- You left something.\n\nSUN\nReally? What?\n\nJin approaches... and SUDDENLY -- He pulls Sun into his arms\nand plants a PASSIONATE kiss on her lips. And YEAH, these\ntwo are having a big-time LOVE AFFAIR. Sun disengages,\nlooking around nervously:\n\n5 (CO NT'D): 5\n\nJIN\nSUN (CONT'D)\nMy father - - is busy being host.\n\nSUN (CONT'D)\nWe need to get away. Now.\n\nJIN\nWhere?\n\nSUN\nAmerica.\n\nJin looks at her - they've had this discussion before:\nJIN\nSun. Look at me. I love you...\nbut I have my honor. I'm not going\nto kidnap you to another country.\n\nSUN\nIt's the only chance we have to -\nJIN SUN\nYour father would never allow\nit. -- It's not his place to\nallow...\n\nJIN\nJust let me talk to him. I'll make\nhim understand.\n\nSUN\nYou don't know him.\nJIN\nI know me.\nJin smiles again - radiating megawatt charm. He reaches into\nhis jacket -- pulls out A WHITE ORCHID.\n\nSUN\nIt's beautiful...\n\nJIN\nI wish it were a diamond ring.\nSomeday it will be.\n\nAs they fall into a kiss...\n\n6 EXT. BEACH - DAY 6\n\nA FOOT stomps DOWN ON SUN'S FLOWERS. Sun looks up - confused\n- realizes that her flowers were just destroyed by -\n\n- JIN. His EYES BURNING. STRIDING past several CASTAWAYS to\na stretch of shore obscured by a PIECE OF LANDING GEAR where -\n\n- MICHAEL and WALT walk - unaware of the oncoming danger --\nSUN gets to her feet, confused -- RUSHES after her husband --\n\nSUN\nJin? What's the matter? Wait...\n\n- but Jin is already there -- and without any warning - He\nLAUNCHES HIMSELF AT MICHAEL.\nMichael struggles, but Jin has him trapped - unleashes a\nvicious salvo - this isn't a fight, it's a beating. Michael\nnever saw it coming -- Walt is SCARED SHITLESS --\n\nWALT\nStop! Hey! Stop! Why're you --\n\n- but WALT catches a stray elbow from the scuffling men and\nfalls into the water.\n\nSUN\nJIN STOP!\n\nJin pushes Michael's face into the surf. Michael thrashes -\nDROWNING.\nWALT\nSTOP HIM! PLEASE!\n\nMichael's strength wanes. Jin pushes him deeper into the\nwater. If no one does anything, he will kill this man.\nOff Sun - PARALYZED BY HER HUSBAND'S HORRIBLE, UNEXPLAINABLE\nACT OF VIOLENCE...\n\nEND OF TEASER\n\nACT ONE\n\n7 EXT. BEACH - CONTINUED FROM TEASER 7\n\nChaos. Violence. Jin keeps Michael's head under the water.\nWALT SUN\nDo something! He's gonna (unsubtitled)\nkill him! Jin, please - let him go -\n\n- but nothing can stop Jin - until - SAYID AND SAWYER rush to\nthe beach - Sayid fly-tackles Jin. Michael emerges, coughing\nsalt-water and bleeding. Walt runs to his father.\n\nJin struggles savagely, but Sayid's training kicks in. In\none swift move he has Jin in a body lock - SHOUTS to Sawyer -\n\nSAYID SAWYER\nThe handcuffs!\n-- What handcuffs?\nSAYID SAWYER\nFrom the Sky Marshal - I don't know what you're -\n\nSAYID\nGive them -\n(re: Jin)\n- or I point him at you and let go.\n\nAnd it still takes Sawyer a beat to decide before he reaches\ninto his back pocket - pulling out the CUFFS as Sayid drags\nJin toward the landing gear wreckage just off the waterline.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nOver here - now!\nSawyer LOCKS one cuff onto the wreckage. Sayid secures the\nsecond cuff around Jin's wrist and backs away - Jin is cuffed\nto the landing gear. All eyes turn to Sun:\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nWhat happened?\nScared and intimidated, Sun takes a step back, alone, on the\nhook, and unable to communicate -\nA8 A8\nEXT. THE VALLEY - JUNGLE ENTRANCE - DAY\nJack leads Kate, Charlie and Locke through the jungle -\n\nA8 (CO NT'D): A8\n\nJACK\nWater's this way -\n\nKATE\nHow'd you find this place?\n\nJACK\nLuck.\n\nKate knows there's more to it than that --\n\nKATE\nLuck?\nJACK\nLuck.\n\n-- but Jack isn't talking about it. Instead, he turns into a\nnarrow stone corridor leading to:\n8 8\nINT. THE VALLEY - CONTINUOUS\n- as they enter - a ZOOMING BEAUTY PASS shows off Lost's main\nstanding set... The Valley. The Valley is much as Jack left\nit last episode - including a huge pile of airplane wreckage\non a corner by the spring.\n\nJACK\nThis is it.\n\nLOCKE\nIt's amazing.\n\nCHARLIE\n(off Locke)\nAbsolutely... it's totally you.\nLocke looks away from Charlie. Kate, turns to Jack --\n\nKATE\nSome luck.\n\nJack nods, then walks towards the SPRING. Kate follows.\nCharlie, however, stops by the wreckage and looks around:\n\nCHARLIE\nHey - guys... shouldn't somebody\nlook through this stuff? See if\nthere's anything useful in there?\n\n8 (CO NT'D): 8\n\nCharlie looks for affirmation - but Jack and Kate are busy\nfilling water bottles. Locke, however, takes Charlie's bait:\nLOCKE\nHe's got a point.\n\nCHARLIE\nI do?\n\nJack turns from his water gathering:\n\nJACK\nYeah. Bring me your bottles - keep\nyour eye out for any medical\nsupplies - drugs in particular.\n\nCHARLIE\nDrugs. Right.\n\nLocke drops his backpack and steps up to the wreckage.\nCharlie grabs Locke's pack and takes it and his own to Jack,\nwho barely acknowledges him as he drops them by his side.\n\nCharlie watches Locke become engrossed, then looks at Jack\nand Kate, busy with there water collection - and at his own\nhand. It's trembling. Time for another hit.\nCharlie backs away, slowly getting himself out of eyeshot,\nthen turns a corner into one of the stone passages out to -\n9 9\nEXT. THE VALLEY - JUNGLE ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS\nCharlie trudges along until he is confident that he is alone.\nHe then lets out a sigh and produces his baggie. Charlie\ngoes to work on the twist-tie when -\n\nVOICE\nDon't move.\n\nTurning white, Charlie drops his arms, discreetly dropping\nthe baggie into a pocket, then turns his head to see Locke\nbehind him - the look on Locke's face is dire.\n\nCHARLIE\nLook, I was just going to take a -\n\nLOCKE\nDo. Not. Move.\n\nLock turns toward The Valley entrance and, keeping his tone\neven, calls for reinforcements -\n\n9 (CO NT'D): 9\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nJack... Kate...\n\nAs Jack and Kate step out of The Valley -\n\n9 (CO NT'D): (2) 9\n\nJACK\nWhat's going on?\n\nLOCKE\nHe's standing on a beehive.\n\nCharlie looks down and sees it, buried into the soft earth\nunder his feet - A MASSIVE BEEHIVE.\nCHARLIE\nWhat's a beehive doing there?\nBeehives are in trees!\n\nJACK\nWhat now?\n\nLOCKE\nIf he moves, he'll split the hive.\n\nBut the hive is coming to life. A trickle of bees emerges\nfrom the ground... one of them lands on Charlie's torso.\nCHARLIE\nI don't like bees - I have an\nirrational fear of bees - I think\nI'm allergic to bees - Bees and I -\n\nLOCKE\nWill you please be quiet?\n\nA bee lands on Charlie's arm. This is Chinese water torture.\nLocke turns to Jack and Kate:\nLOCKE KATE\nWe need to find something to\nseal the hive - From the wreckage? Something\nwe can fit over it?\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nHurry.\n(to Charlie)\nJust hold on, Charlie -\n\nJack and Kate rush off - a bee lands next to CHARLIE'S EYE...\nCHARLIE\n...ohgodohgodohgodohgod...\n\n10 EXT. BEACH - LANDING GEAR WRECKAGE - DAY 10\n\nA heated argument rages between Michael and Sayid. HURLEY\nand Sawyer watch. Michael holds Walt close to his side and\nholds a compress to his forehead with the other hand.\n\nSun stands by her Jin, who, on occasion, yells out some angry\ncomment in Korean and is duly ignored.\n\nMICHAEL\nI'm getting sick of saying this, I\nwas just combing the beach with my\n\nkid when that dude got up on me - I\ndidn't do anything!\nSAYID\nSurely there must be something you\naren't telling us.\n\nMICHAEL\nSurely?\n(then)\nWhere are you from?\n\nSAYID MICHAEL\nMelbourne.\nOriginally.\n\nSayid glares at Michael: this is not the first time he has\nbeen asked this question by an American.\n\nSAYID\nTikirt.\n(off Michael's look)\nIraq.\n\nMICHAEL\nOK, man, I don't know how it is in\nIraq, but in the United States of\nAmerica, where I come from, Korean\npeople don't like black people.\nDid you know that?\n(as Sayid shakes his head)\nSo maybe you ought to talk to him.\nScared and confused, Walt looks at his dad - he's not sure\nhow to process this last comment.\n\n10 (CO NT'D): 10\n\nSun steps up from her husband's side - says something in\nKorean and points at her wrist. Sayid turns to Sun:\nSAYID\nNo. I am not taking off the cuffs -\n(then, loudly)\nThe cuffs stay on.\nSAWYER\nLittle louder, Omar, maybe then\nshe'll understand you.\n\nSTAY on Sun - CLOSING IN ON HER as she steps back to Jin.\nThe arguing characters FALL OUT OF FOCUS, as Sun watches -\nknowing they are arguing about her and her husband.\n\nHURLEY\nGuys. I got a point-of-order\nquestion... that Chinese dude's\ngonna get crispy out here, how long\nare we keeping him tied down like\nthat?\n\nMICHAEL\nHe can fry for all I care.\n\nSAWYER\n(off the looks)\nHey don't look at me, just `cause I\ngot the metal don't mean I got the\nkeys.\n\nSAYID\nHe tried to kill Michael. We all\nsaw it, right?\n(no dissent)\nHe stays cuffed until we know why.\n\nAnd now we are TIGHT ON SUN as she turns toward Jin - she\ndoesn't have to understand to know this doesn't bode well.\n\nAnd then Sun looks down - and focuses her sight on the\n\nengagement ring on her hand...\n11 11\nEXT. KOREAN ESTATE - GARDEN - DAY - FLASHBACK\n\nE.C.U. on Sun's watch, then WIDER TO REVEAL the garden -\nseveral months since the party from the teaser. Several\nSERVANTS tend to the beautiful flora around Sun.\n\n11 (CO NT'D): 11\n\nSun waits on a bridge over a pond. Nervous. Waiting. She\nlooks up to see a SERVANT - showing Jin out of the house. He\nwears a humble suit and a dire expression.\n\nSUN\nWell?\n\nJin pauses, steps up to the bridge, shaking his head - Sun's\nheart is about to break - until he smiles:\nJIN\nYour father has given his blessing.\n\nSun lets out a joyful little scream - then embraces and\nkisses Jin... right before she punches him on the shoulder -\n\nSUN\nDon't ever do that again!\n(kisses him, then)\nHow did you - ?\n\nJIN\nI reasoned with him.\n(as if it was nothing)\nAfter a year of management training\nand another on the factory floor,\nwe'll have the money to do\neverything we wanted.\n\nSun REACTS. Pulls away -- This was not part of the plan:\n\nSUN\nYou're going to work for my father?\nJIN\nIt was the honorable thing to do.\n\nSUN\nBut -\n\nJIN\nIt was the only way to prove I'm...\n(off her look)\nIt's temporary.\nAnd with that, Jin pulls out a velvet-lined gift box - he\nopens it before Sun to reveal a BEAUTIFUL ENGAGEMENT RING -\n\nSUN\nJin - you can't afford this -\n\n11 (CO NT'D): (2) 11\n\nJIN\nI can now.\n\nSun tries to process the sea change taking place in her life\nas Jin slips the ring on her finger...\n12 12\nOMITTED\n13 13\nEXT. THE VALLEY - JUNGLE ENTRANCE - DAY\nCHARLIE\nAre they still coming out? Tell me\nthey're not still coming out.\nOhlordallmighty...\n- Charlie's fear-stricken face: now that dozens of bees have\nlanded on him - BUZZING and FLITTING all over his upper body.\nFor a guy already in the throes of the twitches, this whole\nstanding-still thing is hell on earth.\n\nLocke stands where we left him as Jack and Kate rush up --\nJack with a SUITCASE from the wreckage -\nJACK CHARLIE\nKeep still, man. I'm gonna\ntry to cover the hive... -- this is the most crap idea\never - it's never going to\nwork!\n\nLOCKE\n(picture of Zen)\nPull yourself together, son.\n\nCHARLIE\nListen mate, it wouldn't be \"an\nirrational fear of bees\" if I could\njust pull myself together - now\nwould it?\n\nAnd just then E.C.U. ON A BEE - STICKING CHARLIE IN THE NECK\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nOW! SON OF A BITCH!\n\n13 (CO NT'D): 13\n\nReeling from pain, Charlie STOMPS down on the beehive - AND A\nDENSE CLOUD OF BEES ERUPTS FROM THE EARTH. The buzz becomes\na FEARSOME ROAR. And this is REAL. Not cheesy swarm crap --\nbut actual STINGING BEES. THOUSANDS OF THEM.\n\nCharlie panics, bats at the air SCREAMING, collecting sting\nafter sting as he backs himself into a rock - until - LOCKE\nGRABS CHARLIE, takes off running, following after -\n\n- Kate and Jack - who run to the only place that seems safe -\n14 14\nINT. THE VALLEY - CONTINUOUS\nA nightmare. BEES EVERYWHERE. Jack and Kate chew through\nThe Valley, instinctively PULLING OFF their bee-infested\nclothes. As they power deeper and deeper into safety -\n\nJack WHIPS his shirt against the cave wall - killing the bees\nin his shirt. Kate frantically shakes insects from her hair.\nReaching the rear of The Valley, Kate backs up into the cave\nwall -\n\n- and turns to see something entombed in a niche behind her -\nA HUMAN SKELETON. Grey. Desiccated. Jaw WIDE OPEN.\nKate GASPS -- Tries to scramble away - but the floor is\nSLIPPERY...\n\nAnd she WIPES OUT - to find herself cheek-to-cheek with a\nsecond skeleton entombed in another niche on the wall!\n\nAnd, as Kate CRIES OUT...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\nACT TWO\n\n15 INT. THE VALLEY - CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS 15\n\nKate writhes between the skeletons - trying to scramble to\nher feet when Jack's hand reaches in -\nJACK\nIt's OK - it's OK...\n\n- Kate takes his hand. He pulls her up -\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n...the bees are gone.\n- Jack looks down at Kate - slowly realizing just how little\nthey are wearing, and how close they are to one another. Is\nthe moment sexually charged? Yes. Then --\nKATE\nThere's... skeletons.\n(off Jack's look)\nSkeletons. Dead people.\n\nJack lets go of her hand, snapping back to his normal self as\nhe steps away and looks past her to see the TWO SKELETONS...\nand as he looks, everything seems to vanish. Jack kneels\ndown, STUDIES them, TRANSFIXED. Kate asks the question we're\nall wanting the answer to --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nWho are they? How'd they...\n\nJACK\nI can't exactly perform an\nautopsy... but there doesn't seem\nto be any major trauma to their\nbones... someone laid them to rest\nhere...\n\nKate moves up beside Jack, kneels down next to him as he\nindicates what he means --\n\nKATE\nWho?\n\nJACK\nDon't know.\n\nKATE\nWhere'd they come from?\n\n15 (CO NT'D): 15\n\nJACK\nDidn't you guys shoot a polar bear\nlast week?\n\nKATE\nYeah...?\n\nJACK\nWhere'd that come from?\nKate shakes her head, almost stifles a grin. Then --\n\nKATE\nAny idea how long they've -\nJack gently runs his fingers over the unrecognizable TATTERED\nCLOTHES hanging off the bones...\n\nJACK\nLong. Takes forty, fifty years for\nclothing to degrade like this...\n\nJack FEELS something in what might have been a POCKET at one\npoint. Slowly removes A TINY LEATHER BAG. A small piece of\nTWINE binds it closed...\n\nKATE\nWhat is it?\n\nJack slowly undoes the twine, then turns the bag over his\nopen hand and taps out -- TWO HIGHLY POLISHED STONES. The\nLIGHT glints off their shiny surface - and it's quite clear --\n\nOne is black. One is white.\nLOCKE'S VOICE\nHello! Anybody in there?\n\nJack carefully drops the STONES back into the bag, puts it\ninto his OWN POCKET as he turns towards the entrance --\n\nJACK\nOver here...\n\nLocke and Charlie approach. Charlie has prominent bee stings\non his neck and forehead...\nLOCKE\nEveryone all right?\n\n15 (CO NT'D): (2) 15\n\nJACK KATE\nA few stings aside. Yeah. OK.\n\nCHARLIE\nBrilliant. You two run away\nfantastically. Well done. I'm\nglad my diversion spared you. I\nwas only stung several hundred\ntimes. Oh -- and...\n\nCharlie produces KATE'S SHIRT from behind his back -\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nSomeone dropped this.\nKate sheepishly takes her shirt back --\n\nKATE\nIt was full of bees.\n\nCHARLIE\nI'd have thought \"C's\", actually.\n\nCharlie chuckles... but neither Jack nor Locke share the\nmirth. And that's when Charlie spots THE SKELETONS --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nBloody hell! Are those the guys\nwho were here before us?\n\nLocke trains his glare at Charlie - HE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE\nFRENCH BROADCAST FROM THE PILOT EPISODE - and Charlie may\nhave just let the cat out of the bag.\nA pause. Locke looks at Charlie: intrigued.\n\nLOCKE\nWhat are you talking about?\n\nCharlie looks at Kate and Jack - busted? The three exchange\nconspiratorial looks. Charlie tries to cover up --\n\nCHARLIE\nNothing. I mean - just... there\ncould have been people - here -\nbefore us, right?\n\nLocke holds Charlie's glance, then kneels over the skeletons -\n\nLOCKE\nThis would prove it, but who are\nthese men?\n\n15 (CO NT'D): (3) 15\n\nJACK\nActually, one of them's female.\n\nLOCKE\nOur very own Adam and Eve.\n\nAnd OFF this revelation...\n16 16\nEXT. BEACH - LANDING GEAR WRECKAGE - DAY\nWe're back at the BEACH - where SHANNON and BOONE walk past\nSun and Jin, keeping their distance -\n\nBOONE\n- all I know is they'd better not\nlet him loose - I heard he even\ntried to murder the kid.\n(then)\nCheck out his wife - the guy's\nhomicidal and she's standing by\nhim. Must be a Japanese thing.\n\nSHANNON\nShe's with him for the same reason\nI'm hanging out with you.\n(off Boone's look)\n`Cause I have to.\n\n- as Boone and Shannon clear the frame, Sun breaks an ALOE\nLEAF in two and applies the pulp to his wrist:\n\nJIN\nWhat are you doing?\nSUN\nYour skin is very raw... maybe this\nwill help you slip off the cuffs.\n\nJin takes the aloe leaf and tosses it aside. Quietly\nrebounding from her husband's scorn, Sun looks at the OTHER\nCASTAWAYS WANDERING AROUND THEM, all of them giving Sun and\nJin a wide berth.\n\nSun turns back to her husband, despairing. She and Jin are\nalone on this island.\n\n17 INT. A LAVISH SEOUL APARTMENT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 17\n\nSun and Jin's home as a married couple. The spacious and\nwell-appointed place gives a strong visual cue that they have\nbeen building a life together for some time.\n\nSun enters carrying some shopping bags. The place is dark -\nlit only by the Seoul city lights... but Sun can clearly see\nthe large, gift-wrapped box in the center of the living room.\nShe approaches - and opens the box to find -\n\n- the cutest SHAR-PEI puppy ever seen on American Network\nTelevision. Sun regards the dog with mixed emotions - like\nsomeone who has just discovered a newborn at her doorstep.\nJIN'S VOICE\nWhat do you think?\n\nSun turns to see her smiling husband: shirt sleeves rolled up\nand tie undone around his neck - a man who has grown\ncomfortable with the garb of a businessman.\n\nSUN\nIt's... a puppy...\n\nJin puts his arms around Sun as she holds up the puppy: but\nthe look on her face is one of apprehension and sadness. Jin\ndoesn't notice at first -\n\nJIN\nYou like it. Good. It was sired\nby a champion. The breeder has a\ntwo-year waiting list --\n(off her look)\n...I've been working such long\nhours, I thought you might enjoy\nthe company. Of course, you'll\nhave to train it and feed it but...\nthey're very loyal and...\n\n- but eventually sees the faraway look on his wife's face:\n\nJIN (CONT'D)\nAre you OK?\n\nSUN\nRemember when all you had to give\nme was an orchid?\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (GREEN) 8/26/04 20.\n17 (CO NT'D): 17\n\nIt's a fond memory for Sun, but before Jin can reply, his\ncellphone rings. Jin looks down at the display -\n\nJIN\nYour father...\n\nJin moves away. As Sun is left alone with her new puppy and\nthe feeling that her husband has just dropped a huge\nresponsibility in her lap...\n\n18 18\nEXT. BEACH - LANDING GEAR WRECKAGE - RESUMING\n\n...where Sun turns to Jin, desperate to solve this situation:\nSUN\nJin - please - just let me go and\nexplain this to them. Maybe\nthey'll let you go and -\n\nJin turns a hard look at his wife:\n\nJIN\nHow will you explain?\n(off her look)\nYour place is by my side.\n(then)\nAnd we will not explain ourselves\nto a thief.\n\nAs\nA thief? Michael? What the hell is Jin talking about?\nthe mystery of Jin's actions deepens...\n19 19\nOMITTED\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (GREEN) 8/26/04 21.\n\nA20 INT. THE VALLEY - DAY A20\n\nKate walks across The Valley holding a backpack full of water\nbottles when Locke steps up to her.\n\nLOCKE\nI think one of us ought to stay and\nhelp Charlie salvage the wreckage.\n\nKATE\nAre you offering?\n\nLocke indicates Charlie picking through the wreckage in the\nbackground.\nLOCKE\nSure. Gives me a chance to get to\nknow Mr. Pace a little better.\n(off Kate's look)\nThat's his last name.\n\nBut before Kate can ask \"how did you know that?\" Locke has\nreturned to the wreckage and is helping Charlie. Kate hikes\nup her pack and walks on -\n\n- to find JACK. At the center of The Valley. Looking at it\nall. Taking it in. We can almost see the WHEELS TURNING...\n\nKATE\nReady to move out? People are\nprobably getting thirsty...\n(off his faraway look)\nWhat?\nJACK\nForty-six people need to drink a\nhalf gallon a day each. Carrying\nall this water back and forth?\n(turns to Kate)\nIt's gonna be a real pain in the\nass.\n\nKATE\nYou're making me regret\nvolunteering.\n\nJACK\nThese caves make too good a shelter\nto just be used for burial.\n(off her look)\nAdam and Eve must have lived here.\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (GREEN) 8/26/04 21A.\nA20 (CO NT'D): A20\n\nAnd Kate is NOT liking where this is going. Something\nINSTINCTUAL kicks in, already emotionally withdrawing...\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nThe bodies were placed there\ndecades, maybe centuries ago. So\ntheir plane crashed - or maybe they\nwere shipwrecked - they probably\nfound this place and knew they\ncould survive here. Unlimited\nfresh water...\n(pointing it all out)\n(MO RE)\n\nA20 (CO NT'D): (2) A20\nJA CK (CONT'D)\n...tree canopy keeps the\ntemperature down - shields out the\nsun - caves for shelter and food\nstorage - and the entrances are\nnarrow - easier to protect from\npredators. We don't need to bring\nthe water to the people...\n(beat)\nWe need to bring the people to the\nwater.\n\nJack turns to Kate, EXCITEMENT in his eyes. For the first\ntime in a long time -- Jack smiles. His statement is simple.\nSure. And most importantly, full of HOPE --\nJACK (CONT'D)\nI think we can live here.\n\nKate processes Jack's words - and while his face beams with\nan optimism he has never expressed before, the look on Kate's\nface is not unlike Sun's in the last flashback - uncertain if\nshe's getting a gift or a burden.\n\nAs Jack nods and shoots her a smile...\n\nEXT. BEACH - LANDING GEAR WRECKAGE - DAY\n20 20\n\nWalt sits on the beach, staring at Jin from a safe but\nconfrontational distance. Sitting in silence, Sun and Jin\nstare off into the ocean, completely unaware.\n\nAfter a few seconds of being stared at without knowing it,\nJin feels Walt's look on him, and turns to look at him.\n\nIt is a strange moment -- a grown man and a young boy\nexchanging glances laden with anger and bewilderment --\n\n-- broken as Michael steps up to Walt, holding Vincent on a\nleash.\n\nMICHAEL\nWhat are you doing man?\n(turning to Jin)\nDid you say something to my kid?\n\nJin shakes his head and looks away.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nMove it, Walt.\n\nAs Michael drags his son out of there, he catches a\nSYMPATHETIC LOOK from Sun... but -\n\n20 (CO NT'D): 20\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nYeah. Nice talking to you, too.\n\nSun's face falls. Whatever good will there was between her\nand Michael has been destroyed by Jin. Michael and Walt walk\naway -- and after a few beats, Walt breaks the silence...\n\nWALT\nWhy doesn't he like us?\n\nMichael comes closer to his son, getting into full on\nparental mode --\n\nMICHAEL\nWhat?\n\nWALT\nThe Korean man -- you said people\nlike him don't like people like us.\n\nMichael looks up -- realizing that the words he spoke in\nanger earlier in the day have had an impact on his son --\n\nMICHAEL\nAw - man. No. I don't think like\nthat, OK? I was just... angry.\n\nWALT\nSo what'd you do to him?\n\nMichael snaps: his pride is hurt, he took a beating in front\n\nof his son - he isn't thinking about parental diplomacy:\nMICHAEL\nWhat did I do?\n\nMichael stops to look his son in the face.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nTell me. You've been with me since\nwe crashed here - have you seen me\ndo anything? To anyone? I mean -\n(beat)\n- what kind of man do you think I\nam, anyway?\n\nWalt drops his head, says nothing.\n\n20 (CO NT'D): (2) 20\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nWhat did your mother say about me?\n\nWALT\nShe never talked about you.\n\nMichael is struck - more confirmation that he is a stranger\nto his son.\n\nMICHAEL\nYou don't know a thing about me, do\nyou?\n\nWALT\n(defensive)\nYou don't know a thing about me.\n\nMICHAEL\nI know a lot about you.\n\nWALT\nYeah? When's my birthday?\n\nMICHAEL\nAugust 24.\n(then)\nWhen's mine?\n\nWalt's eyes drop to the ground. Of course, he has no idea.\nThe two start walking again - nothing left to say.\n\nOff Michael, wondering if he will ever be able to bridge the\ngap between himself and his son...\nA21 OMITTED A21\n\n21 21\nINT. THE VALLEY - DAY\n\nCharlie and Locke move a heavy piece of wreckage out of the\nway to reveal a few mangled suitcases. Charlie shakes his\nhead and pulls out a brightly-colored sundress - which he\ntosses aside with much frustration.\n\n21 (CO NT'D): 21\n\nCHARLIE\nThis is just brilliant.\n\nShaking his head, Charlie heads out of The Valley - until he\nnotices Locke, walking after him -\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nAre you following me?\n\nLOCKE\n(plainly)\nYes.\n\nCHARLIE\nNo need - just going to the loo.\n\nLocke stares at Charlie.\n\nLOCKE\nIs there something you want to tell\nme, Charlie?\n\nCharlie stares back - what the hell is this guy's deal?\n\nCHARLIE\nI'm. Going. To. The. Loo.\n\nLocke shakes his head, then:\n\nLOCKE\nIt's dangerous out there. Until we\nget back to the beach, I'm not\nbreaking line of sight with you.\nCHARLIE\nThis is a joke, right?\n\nLOCKE\nHow are those bee stings?\n\nCHARLIE\nOh, bugger off.\n\nCharlie heads back for the wreckage. Locke steps up:\n\nLOCKE\nI know who you are. And I know\nwhat you're looking for.\n\nWhat? Charlie grabs his trembling hand - has he given\nhimself away? Locke's words hang in the air, then:\n\n21 (CO NT'D): (2) 21\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nDrive Shaft. You played bass.\n\nCharlie is gobsmacked. Of all the people to know about his\nband - is it one of the hot chicks? The doctor? The cool\nguy with the cigarettes? No. It's the boar hunting freak!\nCHARLIE\nAnd guitar. On a few tracks.\n(then)\nYou've really heard of us?\n\nLOCKE\nHey. Just because I'm over forty\ndoesn't mean I'm deaf. I have both\nyour albums - although - your self-\ntitled debut was a much stronger\neffort than \"Oil Change.\"\n(off Charlie's look)\nThat bass line in track six, \"Full\nRelease\" - you were on fire.\n\nAnd Charlie just absorbs this. Genuine adulation from Locke.\nAnd damn if it doesn't feel GOOD. That ole' bravado --\n\nCHARLIE\nSixteen clean notes in one bar.\n\nLOCKE\nShame what happened to the band.\nHow long since you last played?\n\nCharlie's smile FALTERS --\nCHARLIE\nYou guitar? Eight days, eleven\nhours. Give or take.\n\nLOCKE\nYou miss it.\n\nCharlie shoots Locke a sad, vulnerable nod - Locke has hit on\na deeply held truth.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nStill a lot of wreckage. It might\nturn up.\n\nCharlie finally speaks from the heart - his speech making it\nclear, for the first time, that there is at least one thing\nmore important to him in life than his drugs.\n\n21 (CO NT'D): (3) 21\n\nCHARLIE\nUndamaged? Playable? I don't\nthink so. I wish - but - see,\nthere was this bloke at the counter\nwhat made me check it in. No room\nin the cabin. Fascist.\n(then)\nI had this sick feeling in the pit\nof my stomach when they put it on\nthat belt. I should have known I'd\nnever see it again.\n\nLOCKE\nYou'll see it again.\nCHARLIE\nYeah. What makes you so sure about\nthat?\n\nAnd when Locke says this, he says it with absolute\nCONVICTION. And yeah -- it's a little scary.\nLOCKE\nBecause I have faith, Charlie.\n\nCharlie shoots Locke a \"nice try\" look - but he's far from\nreassured. Charlie goes back to dig through the wreckage.\n\nLocke looks at Charlie, now knowing that Charlie's need for\naffirmation is his Achilles heel.\n22 22\nEXT. BEACH - LANDING GEAR WRECKAGE - DAY\n- where Sun jams a barrette in the cuffs, trying to pick the\nlock. Jin, whose wrist is now bleeding, talks her through:\n\nJIN\n- be gentle - you're going to hit\nthe catch eventually and then -\n\nSun pokes at the lock a little too forcefully and bumps Jin's\nwrist - he winces as his injured skin scrapes metal. Trying\nto suck in the pain, Jin stares daggers up at his wife -\n\nJIN (CONT'D)\nNow try it again. This time try to\ndo exactly as I say.\n\n22 (CO NT'D): 22\n\nSun takes a deep breath, she knows that her husband is losing\nhis patience - and she knows that it's never pretty -\n23 23\nINT. LAVISH SEOUL APARTMENT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\nThe place has changed - become more and more ornate. A\ngilded cage for Sun - who sleeps on the couch with her now\nfully-grown Shar-Pei. A clock reads 4 A.M. Sun is still in\nher street clothes - she has been waiting for her husband -\n\n- who CRASHES through the door. The lapels on his suit\njacket turned up, his hands are jammed into the pockets.\n\nSun starts awake.\nSUN\nJin?\n\nSun gets up and rushes to Jin - who heads for the bathroom -\n\nSUN (CONT'D)\nAre you all right? What's --\n\n- but Jin ignores her - brushing past her and into -\n\n24 INT. LAVISH SEOUL APARTMENT - BATHROOM - FLASHBACK 24\n\n- Sun follows Jin inside -\n\nSUN\nPlease talk to me -\n\n- just in time to see him drop his jacket - and that's when\n\nshe realizes that his hands and shirt are STAINED WITH BLOOD.\nSUN (CONT'D)\n- oh god, are you hurt? What\nhappened to you?\nJin turns on the faucet and washes his hands. Rust-colored\nwater hits the basin. Sun reaches for Jin's hands - quickly\nrealizing that the blood on them is not her husband's -\n\nSUN (CONT'D)\nWhose blood is this?\n\nJin just keeps washing, facing straight ahead, saying nothing\n- Sun's panic mounts as she tightens her grip on his hands,\ntrying to turn him to face her.\n\nSUN (CONT'D)\nWhat were you doing? What\nhappened?\n\nJin finally looks at her.\n\nJIN\nI was working.\nJin tries to go back to washing his hands, but Sun won't just\naccept this - she needs to know -\n\nSUN\nDoing what? Jin - my father is in\nthe car business - you couldn't\npossibly -\n(then)\n- what do you do for my father?\nJust answer me - please - Jin -\nlook at me - what do you do -\n\n- but he ignores her - and then -\n\nSLAP!\nA dread silence\nSun belts her husband across the face.\nfollows. Cold. Unbearable.\n\n24 (CO NT'D): 24\n\nAt this moment - for the first time - Sun sees the dead\nexpression in his eyes. His face has hardened into an\nexpression of loathing unlike anything Sun has ever seen.\n\nSun recoils - the fear on her face making is clear that the\nman before her is not the man she married - as Jin answers\nher question with chilling calm -\n\nJIN\nI do whatever your father asks.\n(then)\nI do it for us.\n\n- and there it is, the sad and unavoidable truth of this\nmarriage. Jin sold his soul for the woman he loves.\nJIN (PRE-LAP) (CONT'D)\n- that's the catch - now twist it,\nslowly - don't lose it -\n25 25\nEXT. BEACH - LANDING GEAR WRECKAGE - RESUMING\n- on Sun's face as she keeps working the lock, following her\nhusband's instructions until the barrette SNAPS. Painfully\nwrenching Jin's wrist. Jin lets out a loud BELLOW.\n\n25 (CO NT'D): 25\n\nSun backs off - preparing for the worst. But Jin just takes\na deep breath... and MANY anxious beats pass before Jin\nspeaks. Calm. Measured. Controlled --\n\nJIN\nI want you to get me a knife. The\nsharpest you can find.\n\nSUN\nWhat for?\n\nSun looks at Jin - a tear rolls from his eye as he speaks.\nJIN\nWe're all alone, Sun. You're all I\nhave left. I'm not going to let\nthem take away our honor.\n(then)\nI'm going to cut off my thumb. I'm\ngetting out of these cuffs.\n(beat)\nAnd then I'm going to go get back\nwhat's mine.\n\nAs Sun looks into Jin's eyes, and sees his face hardening\ninto that same look from the flashback - her husband's heart\nof darkness...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 31.\n\nACT THREE\n\n26 EXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO THE BEACH - AFTERNOON 26\n\nJack and Kate head back towards the beach... Kate stops for a\nmoment to take something out of her shoe.\n\nJack goes a few steps before turning to see her... and then\njust stands there, watching her perform the simple act of\ntying her shoes, until -\n\nKATE\nAre you checking me out?\n\nJack quickly averts his gaze --\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nKATE\n(playful)\nNo shame in --\n\nJACK\nTrust me, if I were checking you\nout, you'd know it.\n\nKATE\nYeah? What are you thinking -\nright now -\n\nJACK KATE\nWell, I sure as hell wasn't - Don't stop to think - just\ntell me -\nJACK\nI was thinking that if we lived at\nthe caves we could build a dam\naround the spring - so everyone\nwould be able to get fresh water -\nand we could get the infirmary off\nthe beach.\n\nKate regards him quietly, her expression neutral - this is a\ndifferent Jack than she met on the beach seven days ago. A\ncloud has lifted from him as the discovery of The Valley has\ntouched an optimistic place in his being...\n...but as much as she can appreciate that, part of Kate - a\nbig part - wishes he had been checking her out. Jack turns\nto Kate, sees she's not quite sharing his excitement --\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 31A.\n26 (CO NT'D): 26\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou think it's a bad idea?\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 32.\n26 (CO NT'D): (2) 26\n\nKATE\nNo - it makes sense.\nJACK KATE\nBut?\n-- No but.\n\nJACK\nGood because a lot of people are\nstill hoping a rescue boat's gonna\nshow up - they aren't thinking\nabout their own safety -\n(then)\n- we're gonna have a lot of\nconvincing to do.\n\nKATE\nWe? You haven't convinced me yet.\n\nJack smiles - confident he can bring her around. And as she\nSMILES back, chemistry apparent despite what might be a\nslowly forming GULF --\n\nSAYID'S VOICE\nIt's about time -\n\n-- Jack and Kate turn to see Sayid, walking toward them,\n\ncarrying several logs, as well as crash axe from the plane.\nSAYID\n- I'm dying of thirst.\n27 27\nEXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO THE BEACH - LATER\nHis logs and axe on a pile on the ground, Sayid opens a\nbottle and drinks as he briefs Jack and Kate --\n\nSAYID\nI am going to let the Korean man\nsit in the sun a while longer -\nonce I have enough wood for our\nsignal fire, I'll take his wife\naside - find some way to\ncommunicate. I think she knows why\nhe attacked Michael.\n\nJACK\nYou sure you don't want me to talk\nto her?\n\nSayid shoots Jack a look. Jack decides not to push it:\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 32A.\n27 (CO NT'D): 27\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nOK. If you feel you have it under\ncontrol...\n(MO RE)\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 33.\n27 (CO NT'D): (2) 27\nJA CK (CONT'D)\nI'm going to start talking to\npeople about the caves. I might be\nable to get a few to go with me by\nnightfall - start setting up a\ncamp.\n\nSAYID\nYou're serious?\n(off the looks)\nIs there a reason you didn't\nconsult us when you decided to form\nyour own civilization?\n\nJACK\nI'm talking about moving a couple\nof miles inland -\n\nSAYID\nWhatever happened to \"live\ntogether, die alone?\"\n\nJACK\nDigging in - together - is the only\nway we can survive...\n\nSAYID\nOur best hope of survival is being\nspotted by a plane or a ship - and\nfor that we need to organize\neveryone - to keep that signal fire\nburning while others scout the\nisland for supplies - \"digging in\"\nanywhere else is suicide.\n\nKATE\nIt's the only source of fresh water\nwe've found, Sayid.\n\nSAYID\nDon't tell me you're part of this\ninsanity.\n\nJACK\nAnd staying here - without water,\nin the sun - that's not suicide?\n\nAnd of course, Jack's logic can't be argued. But Sayid\ndoesn't really care -- instead he picks up his firewood and\ndelivers a parting shot --\n\nSAYID\nI have better things to do with my\nlife than to admit defeat.\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 34.\n27 (CO NT'D): (3) 27\n\nSayid looks at Kate, then walks away. OFF Jack and Kate --\n28 28\nOMITTED\n29 29\nOMITTED\n30 30\nOMITTED\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 35-36.\n\n31 OMITTED 31\n32 32\nINT. THE VALLEY - DAY\nCharlie and Locke pull A SHATTERED GRANDFATHER CLOCK from the\nwreckage:\n\nCHARLIE\nA grandfather clock? Who travels\nwith a grandfather clock?\n\nLOCKE\nMust have been freight.\nAnd we can see that Charlie is in a STATE. Frustrated. Pale,\nsweaty... needing a fix, goddammit. Dropping the clock --\nCHARLIE\nWell that's it - I'm not spending\nany more valuable time of my day\npulling everyone else's crap but\nmine out of this stinking fuselage!\n\nCharlie turns to storm out of The Valley, Locke follows.\n\nLOCKE\nIt's dangerous out there.\n\n32 (CO NT'D): 32\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat is it with you? Don't think I\ncan handle it?\n\nLocke gets in front of Charlie - puts a hand on his shoulder -\nholding him back -\nLOCKE CHARLIE\nFrankly - no. (enough)\n-- Piss off.\n\nLOCKE\nListen -\n- and Charlie finally SNAPS, writhing out of Locke's grasp -\n\nCHARLIE\nNo - you listen - you don't know\nsod-all about dangerous. Last I\nheard, only one of us has seen a\nman - THE PILOT OF OUR PLANE - torn\nto bits by a beast - and - oh wait,\nthat was me! Not that I got a\nchance to savor the experience\nseeing as I was dodging a falling\ncockpit at the time - and as I\nremember - it was me, not you,\nclimbing up a MOUNTAIN and got\njumped by a POLAR BEAR - just to\nhear from a Frenchy radio signal\nthat somehow's been broadcasting\nfor sixteen years that this island\nis a death trap and that everyone\nwho lands here SNUFFS IT!\n(beat)\nAnd worst of all, I'm never going\nto find my bloody guitar!\n\nCharlie finally stops, levelling his coldest, bad-assed-est\nstare at Locke, who simply stares back.\n\nLOCKE\nI'm still not letting you out of my\nsight.\n\nCharlie drops his stance, defeated. Locke turns back to the\nwreckage - knowing that he has used Charlie's weakness to\nextract from him every one of the secrets of this island, and\nCharlie doesn't even know it...\n\n32 (CO NT'D): (2) 32\n\n...but as Charlie resigns himself to staying put for now,\nothers are heatedly debating where to stay for good.\n33 33\nOMITTED\n34 34\nEXT. BEACH - MICHAEL AND WALT'S AREA - DAY\n\nMICHAEL sits watching his son play with Vincent, then looks\nup to see Sayid approaching.\n\nMICHAEL\nNow what? I already gave you my\nstatement, Sheriff.\nSayid takes the hit in stride, then --\n\nSAYID\nI came to apologize. I shouldn't\nhave been suspicious - you were the\nvictim in the attack this morning.\n\nMichael sizes Sayid up - then:\n\nMICHAEL\nI appreciate that - but I can tell\nyou didn't come all the way here\njust to say you're sorry.\n\nSayid shrugs - he's been made, might as well get on with it:\n\nSAYID\nPeople are seriously considering\nfollowing Jack to the caves.\nMichael looks out to see Jack, ACROSS THE BEACH - talking to\na few castaways - making converts.\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nI'd like to know where you stand.\n\nMICHAEL\nRight here.\n(off Sayid's look)\nI got one priority right now, and\nthat's getting my kid off this\nisland. A boat passes by, I'm not\ngonna be on the hook for missing\nit.\n\nSAYID\nGood. I'm lining a pit with metal\nfrom the plane, for a signal fire.\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 39.\n34 (CO NT'D): 34\n\nMICHAEL\nNeed my help?\n\nSAYID\nWe burned most of our wood when we\ntorched the fuselage. Whatever you\ncan carry.\n\nMichael nods. Sayid turns to go, but not before patting\nMichael on the shoulder - a gesture of unspoken agreement\nbetween these two men. As Sayid walks away -\n\nFIND Sun - watching Michael. Sun takes a beat - gathering\nherself together - figuring out her next move -\n- then follows Michael, making sure he doesn't see her.\n\nAs Sun clears the frame - FIND Jack, walking away from the\ncastaways he was converting and toward -\n35 35\nEXT. BEACH - HURLEY'S CORNER - DAY\n- where HURLEY packs his things.\n\nJACK\nGlad you're coming.\n\nHURLEY\nHey, man -- I go where the boar's\nat.\n\nJACK\n(laughs)\nView's not bad either.\nHURLEY\nSo... what up with you and Kate?\n\nJACK\n\"What up?\"\n\nHURLEY\n(grinning)\nYou know what I mean. What up?\n\nJack just shakes his head --\n\n35 (CO NT'D): 35\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nC'mon -- you guys gonna move into a\ncave together? She'd look just\nlike Wilma if she put a bone in her\nhair and dude? Wilma's hot.\nJACK\nI'm sorry. Am I in High School?\n\nHURLEY\n(cracking up)\nI knew it. You are like, so over\nthat whole \"she's on the run from\nJohnny Law\" thing aren't you?\nJACK\n(shakes his head; gets up)\nJust get your stuff together - we\nneed to go soon.\n\nHURLEY\nThat wasn't a denial!\n\n- and as Jack walks away - FIND Sawyer - walking the shore in\nthe opposite direction until he reaches -\n\n36 36\nEXT. BEACH - SECLUDED AREA - DAY\n- Kate. Sitting. Looking at the sea, letting the water hit\nher toes, a near-perfect moment wrecked by Sawyer's arrival.\n\nSAWYER\nWell well well, if it ain't the\nBelle of the Ball.\n(off Kate)\nSo what's it like having both the\ndoctor and Cap'n Falafel fighting\nover you?\n\nAlthough Kate shoots Sawyer a \"go to hell\" glare, it is clear\nfrom their interaction that they too have a spark - different\nfrom the emotional bond she shares with Jack, but it's there:\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nJust calling `em like I see `em,\nfreckles.\n(MO RE)\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 41.\n36 (CO NT'D): 36\nSA WYER (CONT'D)\nTruth be told, I'm not the only\nperson wondering where you're going\nto weigh in on this whole \"moving\noff the beach\" thing.\n\nKATE\nPlease.\n\nSAWYER\nHey -- Jacko may be saving lives,\nbut everyone here knows you went to\nget the transceiver, and hunt boar,\nand send the distress signal...\neven if they don't know how that\nworked out.\nKate looks at Sawyer - and the plainness of her question\nmakes it clear that she DOES care what he says and does:\n\nKATE\nAre you going?\n\nSAWYER\nThat's the real trick, isn't it?\nWe all pack up stakes to the caves,\nand the next day a plane passes by -\nthey're gonna go on their merry way\nand be none the wiser... On the\nother hand, you stay here and get\neaten by boars or fall off a rock -\nthere isn't gonna be anyone around\nto answer the 911 call, am I right?\n\nKATE\nYou didn't answer my question.\nSAWYER\nYou didn't answer mine. And I\nasked first.\n(getting up)\nSayonara, sugarpop.\n\nAnd OFF Kate as she watches him go...\n37 37\nEXT. BAMBOO FOREST - DAY\nAs Sun walks through the bamboo trees with a purpose -\n\nREVERSE P.O.V. to show Michael, chopping up kindling with the\ncrash axe.\n\nSun keeps walking toward Michael - the resolve on her face\ngrowing - there is something she needs to do, and it involves\nhim, but before we get to that -\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 41A.\n\nC38 INT. LAVISH SEOUL APARTMENT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK C38\n\n- where Sun sits with a DECORATOR (female, 50's.) The\nDecorator shows her swatches from a binder as JIN stands in\nthe background, on his phone, consumed by work and trying to\nshoo the bothersome Shar-pei from his feet -\n\nDECORATOR\nYour husband told me that money is\nno object to redecorate this place.\nYou're a very lucky wife.\n\nSUN\nYes.\nBut they are interrupted when Jin snaps his fingers, pointing\nat the dog. Sun stands and leads the dog away from her\n\nhusband. Things have changed - the familiar dynamic of Jin's\n\ndominance and Sun's submissiveness has taken root completely.\n\nSun returns and exchanges a look with the Decorator who\nappears to ignore Jin's humiliating treatment of his wife:\n\nDECORATOR\nLet's look at the place from the\nbedroom, shall we?\n\nSun follows the Decorator as she bustles through the\napartment, out of Jin's view, and into:\n\nINT. LAVISH SEOUL APARTMENT - BEDROOM - SAME - FLASHBACK B38\nB38\n\nAnd as soon as they're out of earshot, the CHARADE IS OVER.\n\nThe Decorator's smile DROPS and her tone of voice becomes a\ndeadly serious whisper - whoever this woman is, it's\nabundantly clear that she is NOT here to decorate:\n\nDECORATOR\nAre you sure about this?\n\nSUN\nYes.\n\nDECORATOR SUN\nYou've taken your lessons?\nStudied? -- Yes.\n\nSun nods. Whatever they are talking about, it has been\n\nDISCUSSED, PLANNED... and is about to become reality:\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 41B.\nB38 (CO NT'D): B38\n\nDECORATOR\nYou realize that your husband, and\nyour father will do everything they\ncan to find you -\n(off Sun's nod)\n- are you sure you and your husband\ncan't reconcile - talk?\n\nSun shakes her head, then looks up.\n\nSUN\nWhen I'm gone, will you care for my\ndog?\nThe Decorator nods, then hands over the folio:\n\nDECORATOR\nThere's no coming back from this.\n\nSun opens the folio - E.C.U. INSIDE THE FOLIO - an American\nPASSPORT with Sun's picture. IDs. Credit cards. A Maine\n\ndriver's license.\n\nSun moves to a dresser, opens a drawer, and pulls out a false\nbottom, hiding the folio underneath - the promise of a new\nlife mixing with the danger of what she is planning to do -\n\nDECORATOR (CONT'D)\nDuring his business trip. At the\nairport. At eleven fifteen you\nmake an excuse and walk out of the\nterminal. Bring nothing. A car\nwill be waiting - for the first\nweek your family will assume you\nhave been kidnapped. You will lay\nlow until they come to think you\nare dead. After that, you will be\nfree to move wherever you want.\n\nNow tell me when.\nSUN\nAt the airport, eleven fifteen...\n\nDECORATOR\nAgain.\n\nSun looks into the main room to see JIN, pacing, on the phone\nand repeats the words --\n\nSUN\nEleven fifteen... Eleven fifteen...\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 42.\nB38 (CO NT'D): (2) B38\n\n-- as Sun's courage and resolve grow with each repetition --\nA38 A38\nEXT. BAMBOO FOREST - RESUMING\n-- the look on Sun's face is a match for the end of the\nflashback. Michael gathers up the chopped wood and turns\njust as she closes the distance --\n\n-- the two are now face to face, but Michael has no time for\nthis --\n\nMICHAEL\nOh great, look who came to chat.\n(off Sun's look)\nNo offense but I really don't have\ntime to -\n\nBut Michael is cut short when Sun does something no one could\nhave possibly predicted -\n\n- SHE SPEAKS TO HIM IN ENGLISH.\n\nSUN\nI need to talk to you.\n\nPOW! Michael drops the wood. And his jaw.\n\nOff Michael and Sun - as he realizes that all this time, she\n\nhas heard and understood everything that has been said about\n\nher and her husband...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\nACT FOUR\n\n38 EXT. BEACH - TREE LINE - CONTINUED FROM PREVIOUS 38\n\nMichael's state of shock remains unabated:\n\nMICHAEL\nYou speak English.\n\nSUN\nYes.\nMICHAEL SUN\nYou speak English? Yes.\nMICHAEL\nWhy didn't you saying anything?\n\nSun shoots Michael the kind of exasperated look she has been\nwaiting for years to give her husband:\n\nSUN\nMy husband doesn't know.\n\nMICHAEL\nWhy would you learn English without\ntelling your husband?\n\nSUN\nHe has a temper -\n\nMICHAEL\n- yeah but -\n(and it finally hits him)\n- were you going to leave him? Is\nthat why you didn't -\n\nSun looks at Michael, this is not an open topic.\n\nSUN\nWhat my husband did to you today -\nit was a misunderstanding.\n\nMICHAEL\nNo - I got it loud and clear.\n\nSUN\nIt was the watch.\n\nSun points at Michael's wrist - he's wearing a shiny,\nexpensive new watch. Michael stares at Sun, flummoxed.\n\n38 (CO NT'D): 38\n\nMICHAEL\nYour husband tried to murder me\nover a watch? I found this two\ndays ago...\n\nSUN\nAnd he has been looking for it for\nfive. It belongs to my father. He\nentrusted it to my husband.\n\nMichael shakes his head - none of this makes any sense:\nSUN (CONT'D)\nMy father is a very powerful man.\nThe watch was a gift for one of his\nAmerican business associates. It\nwas my husband's job to deliver it\nin my father's name.\n(beat)\nMy husband has spent years working\nfor my father - earning his trust,\nhis respect. Protecting that watch\nis a question of honor.\n\nMICHAEL\nHonor? Trying to kill me in front\nof my kid - that's honor?\n\nSUN\nYou don't know my father.\n\nSun looks at Michael - there is only one thing about this\nsituation she truly expects him to understand:\nSUN (CONT'D)\nMy husband has to be stopped. I\nneed your help.\n\nOff Michael - wondering what the hell she means by that and\nwhat she expects him to do about it.\n39 39\nEXT. THE VALLEY - JUNGLE ENTRANCE - DAY\n\nWe find CHARLIE alone... nervously checking over his shoulder\nwhile he attempts to find a moment of privacy as he shuffles\ntoward one of the EXIT CAVES...\n\nAnd he's gonna make it out, successfully ditching Locke --\nwherever the hell he is -- as he reaches into his pocket and\npulls out his BAGGIE --\n\n39 (CO NT'D): 39\n\nThere's LOCKE. Blocking his path. Charlie stops, closes his\nfist around the baggie, and lets Locke have it:\nCHARLIE\nListen to me you old git. I'm\ngoing into the jungle. A man\nhas... has a right to privacy. So\nleave me ALONE.\n\nLocke looks up and down at Charlie, quietly taking stock.\nCharlie holds Locke's line of sight, until -\n\nLOCKE\nJust hand them to me.\n- and that's when Charlie's stare breaks.\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nYou're going to run out. My guess\nis sooner rather than later.\n(off Charlie's look)\nPainful detox is inevitable... give\nthem up now, and at least it will\nbe your choice.\n\nCHARLIE\nDon't talk to me like - like you\nknow something about me.\n\nLOCKE\nI know a lot more about pain than\nyou think. I don't envy what\nyou're facing - but I want to help.\nCharlie is torn. Someone is finally on to his secret - and,\ninstead of judging, wants to help him escape.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nDo you want your guitar?\n\nLocke's stare pierces Charlie's soul. There is something\nabout this man: this humorless, mystical - and sometimes\nscary - guy that nevertheless inspires a strange confidence.\n\nCharlie nods. Yes.\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nMore than your drugs?\n\nCHARLIE\nMore than you could know.\n\n39 (CO NT'D): (2) 39\n\nLOCKE\nWhat I know is this island might\njust give you what you're looking\nfor... but you have to give the\nisland something in return.\n\nLocke holds out his hand. Finally realizing this may be the\nonly way he will get out of his addiction with some dignity,\nCharlie hands the drugs over to Locke.\nThe moment hangs between the two. Charlie then looks up at\nLocke, his great expectations clear as he asks:\n\nCHARLIE\nCan you really find my guitar?\n\nLocke holds up his index finger. Charlie stares at Locke -\n\nLOCKE\nLook up, Charlie.\n\nCHARLIE\nDon't tell me you want me to pray\nor something -\n\nLOCKE\n- I want you to look up.\n\nAnd as Charlie does what he is told... TILT UP - to REVEAL A\nGUITAR CASE, hanging from a tree some fifty feet above.\n\nUtterly fuckstruck, Charlie looks down at Locke - then back\n\nup at his guitar - so near, yet so far away... and breaks\ninto tears.\nCHARLIE\nI never thought -\n\nLocke puts his hand on Charlie's shoulder, consoling him:\n\nLOCKE\nI know. I know.\n(then)\nCome on, Charlie. I'll help you\nget it down.\n\nCharlie looks up at Locke - tears streaming - and for the\nfirst time since the beginning of this journey, Locke smiles.\n\n40 OMITTED 40\n41 41\nEXT. BEACH - SECLUDED AREA - LATER\nA small group of people - including Jack and Hurley - prepare\nto go to the valley. Jack breaks off and makes his way to -\n\n- Kate, who sits, unmoved. Jack makes eye contact - the look\non Kate's face, and the growing weariness in Jack's step\nmakes what they both know absolutely clear:\n\nJACK\nHey. Almost time to go.\nKate hates this - disappointing Jack is the last thing she\nwants to do, but she has no choice -\n\nKATE\nI don't want to be Eve.\n\nJACK\nNo one's asking you to.\n\n- and there is a part of Kate that wishes, more than anything\nelse in the world, that he were asking. But that's not the\npart of her that's calling the shots:\n\nKATE\nI just can't dig in.\n\nJack wants to go, is exasperated -- but he's a guy who needs\nto UNDERSTAND things... understand HER --\n\nLOST \"House of the Rising Sun\" (PINK) 8/19/04 48.\n41 (CO NT'D): 41\n\nJACK\nWhy not? Someone else can stay\nhere -- keep a lookout -- wait for\nrescue. Why does it have to be\nyou?\n\nKATE\nIt's not that.\n\nJACK\nThen what is it?\n\nKate just shakes her head - why can't he just understand?\nJack watches her, realizing that a logical argument isn't\ngoing to win the day...\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nHow did you get to be this way?\n(beat)\nJust what did you do, Kate?\n\nKate levels a cold stare at Jack - now that he's gone there,\nher decision to stay feels justified:\n\nKATE\nYou had your chance to know - you\ndon't get to ask again.\n\nJack processes her words and body language - this\nconversation is over:\n\nJACK\nIf you need me, you know where to\nfind me.\nKate turns as Jack exits, then, under her breath:\n\nKATE\nYou know where to find me too.\n\nAnd in this quiet moment, A FLASH OF VULNERABILITY as we\nrealize Kate isn't cold -- she's just protecting herself.\nOff this quiet, thoughtful MOMENT --\n42 42\nEXT. BEACH - LANDING GEAR WRECKAGE - DAY\nWe're EXTREMELY TIGHT on the crash axe. PULL BACK to find it\ntightly in the grip of --\n\nMICHAEL.\n\n42 (CO NT'D): 42\n\nHe's got blood in his eyes and he's heading straight for JIN.\n\nJin sees Michael approaching - brandishing a lethal weapon -\nand pushes himself back against the wreckage - for the first\ntime, REAL FEAR creeps into Jin's stoic countenance.\nMichael gets closer and closer - he could split Jin's skull\nlike a melon -\n\nMICHAEL\nI know you can't understand a word -\nand normally I'm not the talking-\nout-loud type - but since I have a\ncaptive audience - I hope for your\nsake that you LISTEN.\n\nMichael's fingers tighten around the axe handle. Jin holds\nhis palms out - he may not speak English, but he gets it that\nhe could be facing the business end of that weapon.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nI'm not exactly having the best\nmonth of my life. A woman I had a\nrelationship with ten years ago\ndied halfway around the world - I\nbarely know my son... and now I\ngotta be his daddy. Then there was\nthe little accident that put us in\nthis hell hole - and to top it off,\nI have a deranged Korean guy trying\nto kill me - and for what?\n\nMichael reaches for his wrist and undoes the watch - turning\nit around to show Jin the back plate - engraved in Hangul.\nMichael holds the watch to Jin's face - then points at the\nwatch and at Jin repeatedly, making it look like he saw the\ncharacters and figured all this out on his own.\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nI get it: you have an insane code-\nof-honor thing with your father-in-\nlaw, and delivering this watch to\none of his cronies was the one\nthing you were living for - that\njust makes you stupid - but to try\nand kill a man? I'd have given it\nback if you'd asked.\n(beat)\nMy watch broke.\n(MO RE)\n\n42 (CO NT'D): (2) 42\nMI CHAE L (CONT'D)\nI found this in the wreckage and,\nhey, I figured why let a twenty\nthousand dollar watch go to\nwaste...\n(MO RE)\n\n42 (CO NT'D): (3) 42\nMI CHAE L (CONT'D)\nwhich is ridiculous since time\ndoesn't matter on a damn island.\nSo - you want your watch back - I'm\ngiving it to you. Not because you\ntried to kill me, but because I am\nnot a thief.\n\nMichael tosses the watch. Jin catches it... but Michael is\nbringing the AXE up in the air! Jin cowers. Closes his\neyes. This is it. And the AXE WHISTLES DOWNWARDS AND\nKLANG!\n\nSevers the chain. Jin opens his eyes - surprised to be\nalive. Michael levels an unyielding stare at the man:\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nStay away from me and my kid.\n\nAnd we hear a TICKING SOUND as Michael walks away, dragging\nthe axe on the sand. As Jin watches him go, duly humbled -\n\nREVEAL - SUN, watching from a distance as a stunned, confused\nJin tries to scrape himself and his dignity off the fuselage.\n\nAnd Sun's voice - now in English - ECHOES over the scene -\n\nSUN'S VOICE (PRE-LAP)\nEleven fifteen - eleven fifteen -\neleven fifteen...\n\nINT. SYDNEY AIRPORT - TICKET COUNTER - DAY - FLASHBACK\n43 43\n\n- Sun - wearing the clothes seen in the pilot - stands alone\nunder a big clock. The time reads 11:13.\nJin stands in line at the counter a dozen meters away from\nSun. In front of Jin is Jack -- DEJA VU as we recognize his\nspeech from last episode --\n\nJACK\nIn sixteen hours, I need to land in\nLAX.\n\n(MO RE)\n\n43 (CO NT'D): 43\nJA CK (CONT'D)\nAnd I need that coffin to clear\ncustoms because there is going to\nbe a hearse waiting there.\n\nJin shakes his head, wondering \"what the hell is this\nwhite guy yelling about,\" then looks at his watch. But we're\nwatching all this from the POINT OF VIEW OF SUN as she looks\nback up at the clock -\n\nSUN\nEleven fifteen - eleven fifteen...\n\n- then at the glass door out of the terminal.\n\nA car pulls up to the curb - is this the one?\n\nSun looks at her husband - who doesn't notice her.\n\nShe looks up at the clock...\n\n...11:15...\n\n... and the car is waiting outside... Sun's deliverance from\na soul-destroying marriage.\n\nEscape. Freedom. Dead ahead. Just walk out.\n\nSun shoots a final glance at Jin - only this time he makes\neye contact - and smiles. Sun looks at Jin, confused. He\nreaches into his jacket -\n\n- and pulls out a WHITE ORCHID.\nAnd everything STOPS. This is a profound moment. A LIFE-\nCHANGING MOMENT. Because in this simple gesture --\nSun sees the man she loves - trapped somewhere in all the\nrage and anger - but still very much there.\n\nBut her path is set. Too late to turn back now. So -- as a\nsingle TEAR falls down her cheek, she turns. Takes a step\ntoward the exit - toward her FREEDOM -\n\nAnd then she stops. The look on her face tells the story.\nShe just can't do it.\nFor Sun to escape from her husband, her entire life, without\ntrying to somehow redeem the good man she married now feels\nlike an awful thing to do.\n\n43 (CO NT'D): (2) 43\n\nSun turns back to Jin and walks, closing the distance between\nherself and her husband.\n\nAnd as she walks, she drops the black envelope with all of\nthe counterfeit identity documents into a garbage can.\n\nSun arrives at her husband's side -\n\nJIN\nSomething wrong?\n\nJin hands her the flower, gives her a peck on the cheek.\n\nSUN\nNo. It's beautiful.\n\nJin shrugs. His wife is crying for no reason. Women.\nJack finally moves off the ticket counter and Jin steps up...\n\nSun cradles her orchid... and it becomes clear that her\ndecision to stand by Jin - her hope that someday she might be\nable to reconnect with the optimistic young romantic she\nmarried - is exactly what put her on the Oceanic flight and\nlanded her on the island...\n\n44 44\nEXT. BEACH - LANDING GEAR WRECKAGE - RESUMING\nAs Jin walks away - C.U. on Jin's hand. As Sun's hand enters\nframe, slipping into his palm.\n\nJin turns to his wife, and closes his hand around hers. As\nthis damaged, but maybe, someday, redemptive couple makes\ntheir way off the shore...\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\nACT FIVE\n\n45 EXT. BEACH - DUSK 45\n\nThe group following Jack to The Valley is ready to go as Jack\nstraps on his pack.\n\nJACK\nOK, people, let's get moving, we\ngotta be there before sundown.\n\nFIND - Sun and Jin, hurriedly packing their things. Jin\nspeaks as if nothing happened today -\n\nJIN\nThe doctor has a point - leaving\nthe beach is the right thing to do -\nand we'd better stay close to him,\nin case one of us gets sick -\n\n- but something did happen today - and although Sun nods\nquietly, she notices he is packing the watch.\nJIN (CONT'D)\n- and I can always come back and\nfish in daytime - this place can't\nbe so far away that -\n\nIn an act of simple, quiet defiance, Sun stands, picks up her\nbag and walks away- Jin is stunned:\n\nJIN (CONT'D)\nI'm still talking - Sun! What are\nyou doing? I'm not finished -\nSun turns, looks at her husband -\n\nSUN\nDon't you want to move on?\n\nSun then turns her back on him and keeps walking. Jin\nconsiders his wife's simple, yet infinitely loaded words as\nshe walks toward Jack's now-departing group -\n\n- and then finally stands. As Jin trails after his wife, he\nturns to see Michael and Walt - handing logs to Sayid as he\norganizes them on top of the metal sheets of his makeshift\nsignal fire.\n\nJin and Michael exchange looks -\n\n45 (CO NT'D): 45\n\n- and Jin stops in front of Michael. Walt gets a look at Jin\nand gets very close to his father, who puts a protecting arm\naround his son.\n\nJIN\n(without subtitles)\nMy apologies.\n\nMichael casts a dubious look at Jin, but Jin's tone and the\nproud, yet contrite look on his face make his intent clear.\n\nSUN - stops and watches her husband as Michael replies:\n\nMICHAEL\nI don't speak Korean.\n(off Jin)\nBut the word you're looking for is\n\"Sorry.\"\n(then)\n\"Sorry.\"\nJin regards Michael, then:\n\nJIN\nSorry.\n\nMichael nodes, then indicates Walt:\n\nMICHAEL\nNow my kid.\n\nJin looks down at Walt - he doesn't like this, but it is a\nquestion of honor -\nJIN\nSorry.\n\nMichael nods, then extends a handshake at Jin. Jin accepts\nthe gesture - and as he does, the remaining cuff slips down\nover Jin's wrist. He will wear it for the run of the series -\na reminder of almost killing a man over nothing.\n\nThe pleasantries done, Jin turns to see his wife - joining\nthe now-departing Valley party.\n\nJIN (CONT'D)\n(without subtitles)\nSun! Wait!\n\nAs Jin rushes after Sun...\n\n45 (CO NT'D): (2) 45\n\nCHARLIE'S HAND - trembling as he struggles to pluck out a few\nnotes at -\n46 46\nINT. THE VALLEY - LATER\n- where Charlie sits in one of the niches on the rockface,\ncradling his newly-returned instrument.\n\nEven though his trembling hands and the initial symptoms of\nwithdrawal won't let him hit the notes dead on, every time\nCharlie hits a string and an un-amplified sound TWANGS from\nthe instrument, he is a happy man.\n\nLocke and Charlie exchange nods, then -\nJACK (O.S.)\nHello!\n\nCharlie and Locke turn to see Jack - entering The Valley with\nhis group. Locke steps over to meet him:\n\nLOCKE\nWhat's this?\n\nJack flashes a smile and an \"isn't it obvious?\" shrug:\n\nJACK\nNew tenants.\n\nLocke looks at the arriving castaways - some of them go about\nthe task of discovering The Valley right away, but HURLEY -\nsits down in the first place he can find -\n\nHURLEY\nA short walk - they lied.\n\n- and puts on his headphones. As the twangy notes from\nCharlie's guitar blend with the music from Hurley's\nheadphones.\n\nA SERIES OF DISSOLVES SET TO THE MUSIC - show the camp\nforming in The Valley (the music carries through to the end\nof the episode.)\nC47 C47\nINT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT\nJack and several others at the spring - fill up water\ncontainers, drink without fear of running out -\n\nB47 INT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT B47\n\n- as Sun looks at the wreckage, picks up the sundress\npreviously tossed aside by Charlie, shows it to her husband -\nA47 A47\nINT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT\n- while Locke puts together a bonfire in the middle of The\nValley. Jack watches - everyone seems content: whatever Kate\nand Sayid might say, this will be a good place to live.\n\nAs the flames gather strength and the assembled group crowds\naround them -\nMATCH DISSOLVE TO - a log - thrown into a fire at -\nEXT. BEACH - NIGHT\n47 47\n\n- where Michael, Boone & Shannon, Sawyer, Sayid, Kate and a\ncouple of EXTRAS watch the signal fire. The flames rise into\nthe night. The mood is somber - a group of people gathered\nin the hope of rescue as opposed to the promise of survival.\n\nWalt looks up at his father - Michael returns his glance.\n\nWALT\nCan I ask you something?\n\nMICHAEL\nAnything you want, man.\n\nWALT\nWhen's your birthday?\nMichael smiles, kneels next to his son, putting an arm around\nhim. As the two talk - a bridge forming between them...\n48 48\nINT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS\nWhere Jack watches the bonfire, thinking of Kate...\n\nEXT. BEACH - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS\n\n...where Kate stands next to Sayid... thinking of Jack.\n\nOff the sadness of two kindred souls unable to connect...\n\nTHE END"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"The Moth\"\n\nWritten by\n\nJennifer Johnson & Paul Dini\n\nTEASER\n\nTHE SOUND of DISCORDANT GUITAR CHORDS rises as we PUSH\nTHROUGH the \"O\" of the LOST logo and SLAM INTO --\n\nAN EYE BLINKING OPEN. GLASSY. Huge DILATED PUPIL.\nStruggling to FOCUS. CUT OUT to find the eye belongs to --\n1 1\nINT. THE VALLEY - CHARLIE'S CAVE - EARLY MORNING (DAY 8)\nCHARLIE -- who probably hasn't slept all night -- sitting on\nan upper tier cave with his GUITAR, struggling to find chords\nthat once came easily. He's sweaty, twitchy... Even if we\nhave no idea that Charlie's GOING COLD TURKEY -- we quickly\nrealize that this guy is barely keeping it together.\nLOCKE (O.S.)\nCharlie--\n\nCharlie squints down towards the mouth of the cave and sees\nLOCKE, silhouetted by the early morning light.\n\nLOCKE (cont'd)\nHow about you and I go for a walk?\n\nCHARLIE\nUh, N-no thanks, Locke. Think I'll\nstay in today.\n\nHe goes back to his guitar, but stops when he sees Locke,\nmoving closer, looking hard at him -\n\nLOCKE\n\nC'mon. The fresh air will do you\ngood.\nNot exactly a question anymore. ON CHARLIE - After a moment,\nhe nods, puts down his guitar and rises to join him...\n\nEXT. BEACH - BY THE INFIRMARY TENT - MEANWHILE\n2 2\n\nCLOSE ON KATE'S MUGSHOT. WIDEN to reveal it's being held by\nJACK, standing over a leather bag full of medical supplies.\nHe's TOTALLY FOCUSED on the photo in his hand, staring at it\nwistfully, when he hears:\n\nKATE (O.S.)\nI take better pictures than that.\n\nJack spins to face -- KATE, smiling unsurely. Happy to see\nJack despite what he's holding. Trying to make light of it --\n\n2.\n2 (CO NT'D): 2\n\nKATE (cont'd)\nSmaller, too. I mean, if you'd\nlike something for your wallet.\n\nHe looks at her a beat, almost sadly.\n\nJACK\nJust came to pick up a few things.\n\nHe hands Kate her mug shot. The ROAD BLOCK between them.\nJACK (cont'd)\nThis, uh... It was with my stuff.\nKate takes the photo, folds it up -- MEMORIES HERE. Jack\ngoes back to packing up his things.\n\nKATE\nSo... You're not staying.\n\nJACK\nHurley and I... We've been checking\nout in the valley...\n(pointedly)\nAnd they're a hell of a lot safer\nthan living out here on the beach.\n\nKATE\nYou're mad at me.\n\nHe stops packing to look at her.\n\nJACK\nNo. Kate, I'm-- I just don't\nunderstand why you won't come with\nme -- us. The caves are--\nKATE\nWe crashed eight days ago. I'm not\nsetting up house here, Jack.\n\nJACK\nLook, I want off this island too.\nBut we both know that's not gonna\nhappen anytime soon.\n\nThey stand in silence for a beat, then...\n\nKATE\nSayid... He has a plan...\n\n3.\n2 (CO NT'D): (2) 2\n\nJACK\nTo find the source of the distress\nsignal. Yeah. I remember.\n\nKATE\nThe transmission's coming from\nsomewhere on the island. If we can\nfind it --\n\nJACK\n-- That signal's been playing on a\nloop for sixteen years. The woman\nwho left it wasn't rescued, what\nmakes you think it'll be different\nfor us?\n\nKATE\n(after a beat)\nBecause I believe it.\n\nJack eyes her a moment.\n\nJACK\nI wish I shared your faith.\n\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nWouldn't mind sharing a few things\nwith her myself.\n\nThey both turn to see SAWYER strolling up, a bag slung over\nhis shoulder. There's no love lost between him and Jack.\n\nKATE\nWhat do you want, Sawyer?\nSAWYER\nNot a thing, sweetheart. Heard the\ndoc here was vacating the premises.\nThought I'd best lay claim to my\nnew digs before somebody else does.\n\nHe tosses his bag into the tent. Jack can't fucking believe\nthis guy --\n\nJACK\nI didn't build this for you to live\nin -- it's an infirmary.\nSAWYER\nNot without a doctor around it\nain't. Yep, I could fix this place\nup real nice.\n(MO RE)\n\n4.\n2 (CO NT'D): (3) 2\nSA WYER (cont'd)\n(turning his gaze to Kate)\nMaybe even find someone to share it\nwith me.\n\nKate rolls her eyes, digusted. Jack doesn't have time for\nthis High School shit -- Hoists the leather bag...\n\nJACK\nFine. Take the tent.\n\nKATE\nJack...\n\nJACK\nI'll see you later.\nAnd Jack goes. Sawyer comes up behind her.\n\nSAWYER\nOffer on the tent stands, Freckles.\nThink about it.\n\nKate throws him a glare, moves off. Sawyer smirks as he\ncalls after her...\n\nSAWYER (cont'd)\nC'mon -- You don't wanna be out\nthere all alone, do ya?\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - CLEARING - MEANWHILE\n3 3\n\nWIDE ON CHARLIE, alone, inexplicably standing in the middle\nof a clearing, surrounded by tall, dense brush.\n\nCUT IN CLOSE on his face - Looking pale, breathing shallowly.\nHis eyes dart around, anxiously. When suddenly he hears A\nTWIG SNAP. His head SWINGS toward the direction. Whispers --\n\nCHARLIE\nLocke? Th-that you?\n\nThe SNAPPING becomes QUICKER, the nearby brush shakes, and we\nhear an UNGODLY SCREECH! Something's charging --\nAND CHARLIE RUNS FOR HIS LIFE! TRACK WITH him as he crashes\nthrough the flora, weaving among the tall trees -- TIGHT ON\nHIS FACE, terror in his eyes, when we hear:\n\nCHARLIE (PRE-LAP) (cont'd)\nBless me, Father, for I have\nsinned...\n\n5.\n\n4 INT. CHURCH - CONFESSIONAL BOOTH - DAY - FLASHBACK 4\n\nSomeone kneeling, head bowed, penitent before a priest --\n\nCHARLIE\nIt's been a week since my last\nconfession.\n\nHe lifts his head and we recognize that this CLEAN-CUT GUY IN\nTAILORED CLOTHES is CHARLIE, five years younger. GONE is the\nnail polish, the grungy clothes. He hesitates...\n\nPRIEST\nGo ahead, my son.\nCHARLIE\nLast night, I had... physical...\nrelations... with a girl I... I\ndidn't even know.\n\nPRIEST\nI see. Anything else?\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Then, uh... right after that\nI had... y'know... relations with\nanother girl.\n\nPRIEST\nTwo girls. Well, that's--\n\nCHARLIE\nAnd then... I watched while they\nhad... relations with each other.\nSILENCE. And we can read on Charlie's face that this ISN'T a\njoke -- that he is TRULY CONFLICTED. At war with himself.\n\nPRIEST\nI, uh... You... Hmmm...\n\nCHARLIE\nSee, it's my band, Father. Drive\nShaft... We've been playing this\nclub in Manchester and... well,\nwe're starting to get some real\nheat... A following, like... And\nthese girls... they... well...\nThere's some serious temptations\nthat come with the territory. If\nyou know what I mean.\n\n6.\n4 (CO NT'D): 4\n\nPRIEST\nYes, well... We all have our\ntemptations, but giving in to them,\nthat's your choice. I know it's\ndifficult, but find strength in\nyour faith. Your family...\n(anxious to be done)\nSay five Our Fathers and two Hail\nMarys and you will be absolved.\n\nThe slot SLIDES SHUT. OFF Charlie, crossing himself, a\nlittle taken aback by the abruptness --\n5 5\nINT. CHURCH - A MOMENT LATER - FLASHBACK\nAs Charlie emerges from the confessional...\n\nIAN (O.S.)\nAnd the meek shall inherit the\nearth.\n\nCharlie glances up to see, in a pew by the aisle...\n\nIAN, a \"MU$IC $LUT\" T-shirt and ripped jeans. (His look\nshould say OASIS, THE VERVE -- NOT HEAVY METAL.) A few years\nolder than Charlie, he's a guy you can't take your eyes off.\nGood-looking, charismatic. His motorcycle boots draped over\nthe pew in front of him.\n\nCHARLIE\n(mortified, sotto)\nIan -- You're in a church! Get\nyour sodden boots off there.\nIan does so as Charlie wipes the pew with his jacket sleeve.\n\nIAN\nRelax, Choir Boy. I bring tidings\nof great joy...\n\nHe flashes a smile as he holds up a BUSINESS LETTER --\n\nIAN (cont'd)\nWe've just been signed to a\nrecording contract. You're gonna\nbe a rock god.\n\nAnd as the news LANDS ON Charlie, we BLAST BACK OUT TO --\n\n7.\n\n6 EXT. JUNGLE - MORNING 6\n\nCHARLIE -- as he continues to TEAR ASS through the jungle.\nWHIPPING PAST TREES -- HURDLING BUSHES -- until he reaches --\n\nA DEAD END. He spins around in time to see --\n\nA SQUEALING FLASH OF FUR BURSTS THROUGH THE BRUSH...\n\nON CHARLIE - Breathing hard, pinching his eyes closed, as the\nthing bares down on him, then...\n\nCLOSE ON A ROPE draped across a tree branch PULLING TAUT and\nWE SEE A SCREECHING BOAR -- ASCENDING INTO THE SKY --\nSQUEALING AND CONVULSING IN A NET.\n\nLOCKE (O.S.)\nNicely done, Charlie...\n\nCharlie looks over at\n\nLOCKE -- securing the pull-rope attached to the BOAR TRAP.\n\nLOCKE (cont'd)\nYou make excellent bait.\n\nON CHARLIE, taking a step toward him, as all shades of that\ngood kid in the confessional melt away, and a DARKNESS falls\nover his eyes. He speaks in a harsh, dangerous whisper.\n\nCHARLIE\n(glad I could oblige)\n\nNow give me my bloody drugs.\nAnd off a glowering CHARLIE --\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF TEASER\n\n8.\n\nACT ONE\n\n7 EXT. JUNGLE - CONTINUOUS 7\n\nON fuming Charlie trailing Locke ON THE MOVE, calmly\nreceiving Charlie's verbal assault.\n\nCHARLIE\nYou hear what I said? I want my\n\ndrugs back! I need them!\nLOCKE\nYet you gave them to me. Hmmm.\n\nCHARLIE\nAnd bloody well regret it. I'm\nsick, man. Can't you see that?\n\nLOCKE\nI think you're a lot stronger than\nyou know, Charlie. And I'm gonna\nprove it to you...\n\nLocke comes to a nearby backpack resting on a rock and, from\na side pocket, removes a HUGE HUNTING KNIFE. ON CHARLIE --\nseeing the knife -- What's Locke got in mind here?\n\nLOCKE (cont'd)\nI'll let you ask me for your drugs\nthree times. And the third\ntime...? I'm going to give them to\nyou. Now. Just so we're clear.\n(gesturing with knife)\nThis was one.\nAs Charlie takes that in, Locke crosses to the netted boar.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhy-- Why are you doing this? To\ntorture me? Just throw them away --\nGet rid of `em and be done with it!\n\nLOCKE\nIf I did that, you wouldn't have a\nchoice, Charlie.\nCHARLIE reacts, remembering the words of his priest as LOCKE\ngrabs the netting surrounding the squealing boar.\n\nLOCKE (cont'd)\nHaving a choice, making decisions\nbased more than instinct...\n(indicates the boar)\n(MO RE)\n\n9.\n7 (CO NT'D): 7\nLO CKE (cont'd)\n...is the only thing that separates\nyou from him.\n\nWith that, Locke (OFF-CAMERA) stabs the boar in the throat.\n\nAND ON CHARLIE, as he adverts his eyes, the Boar letting out\nan AGUISHED SQUEAL...\n8 8\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\nBOOMING DOWN on a MAKESHIFT ANTENNA, reminiscent of the one\nin Ep. 2, and attached to an 8-foot pole from the wreckage,\nuntil we find...\n\nSAYID securing the pole into the wet sand and addressing\nBOONE and KATE, who stand nearby, a duffle bag at their feet.\n\nSAYID\nThree antennas. Three points of a\ntriangle. One here on the beach...\n\nHe removes another antenna from the bag and hands it to Kate.\n\nSAYID (cont'd)\nAnother Kate will position in the\njungle, roughly two kilometers in.\nAnd the third...\n\nHe brings up yet another antenna, this one hardwired to the\never-important TRANSCEIVER.\n\nSAYID (cont'd)\nI'll take to high ground.\n(points toward mountains)\n...up there. If the French\ntransmission is coming from\nsomewhere within our triangulation,\nI'll be able to locate the source.\n(beat)\nBut there are two complications...\n\nBOONE\nOf course there are.\n\nSAYID\nThe power cells I've grafted onto\nthe antennas are drained. There's\nno telling how long they'll last.\nA minute. Maybe more. Maybe less.\n\n10.\n8 (CO NT'D): 8\n\nKATE\n(understanding)\nSo we all have to be in position\nbefore we switch them on.\n\nBOONE\nWhoa, wait a minute, how are we\nsupposed to do that? There's no\nway to communicate with each other.\n\nSayid just SMILES. Thought of this. Reaches into his\nduffel, pulls out THREE BOTTLE ROCKETS.\n\nKATE\nBottle rockets?\n\nSAYID\nGod bless firework smugglers.\n(then, slowly and clearly)\nWhen I'm in position, I'll fire off\nmy rocket. When you two see it,\nfire yours. After the last one\ngoes up, we'll all switch on our\nantennas.\n\nKATE\nYou said there were two\ncomplications.\n\nSAYID\nThe battery in the transceiver is\ndead. And I've yet to find a\nsuitable replacement. Without the\ntransceiver, all of this is for\nnothing...\n(beat)\nSomething from a PDA or, better\nyet, a laptop computer would\nprobably work... but... I've been\nunable to salvage any from the\nwreckage.\n\nKate thinks for a moment, glances back at the beach camp.\n\nKATE\nThink I might know where to look.\n\nOFF KATE, hoping this will work...\n\n11.\n\n9 INT. THE VALLEY - WATER POOL - DAY 9\n\nON CHARLIE - or rather, HIS REFLECTION in the pool, as he\nstares at his pale, haggard face. His hands suddenly dive\nin, obliterating his reflected image...\n\nNEW ANGLE as Charlie sits at the pool's edge, splashes water\non his face. In Korean:\n\nJIN (O.S.)\nHey! You!\n\nCharlie squints up to see JIN, looking down on him from the\nnook on which he and Sun have settled. SUN stops laying out\ntheir belongings to observe her husband shouting at Charlie.\n\nJIN (cont'd)\nThat water is for drinking!\n\nON CHARLIE, he waves, no idea what Jin's saying...\n\nCHARLIE\nMorning.\n\nJIN, disgusted, shakes his head and returns to his wife. As\nCharlie shakily gets to his feet, he hears:\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nJack... Dude... What's in these\nthings -- cinder blocks?\n\nON HURLEY, entering the caves, struggling to carry two large\nsuitcases. With him is JACK, the leather bag over his\nshoulder, cradling another suitcase, lying flat in his arms.\nJACK\nPacked anything I thought'd be\nuseful here... without leaving the\nothers empty-handed.\n\nExhausted, Hurley puts his suitcases down as CHARLIE crosses\nover to them...\n\nCHARLIE\nHey. Need a hand?\n\nJACK\nNo thanks. I think we're good.\n\nCHARLIE\nI don't mind. Used to lug around\nmy band's equipment back in the\n\n12.\n9 (CO NT'D): 9\n\nCHARLIE (cont'd)\nday. Before we had roadies.\n(re: Jack's suitcases)\nHere, lemme get that --\n\nJACK\nCharlie. No. The zipper's--\n\nCharlie grabs the handle of the suitcase and takes it from\nJack -- but as he does, the lid FLOPS OPEN and the contents\nspill out onto the ground.\n\nJACK (cont'd)\n...broken.\nCHARLIE\nAw, hell. Sorry... I was just\ntrying to--\n\nJACK\nHelp. I know. It's okay.\n(to Hurley)\nHurley, why don't we grab those\nlast couple of bags.\n\nHURLEY\n(unthrilled)\nOh, could we?\n\nAs Jack and Hurley move away, Jack drops the leather shoulder\nbag on the ground, near Charlie, who continues retrieving the\nfallen items until he catches sight of...\n\nHIS POV - THE LEATHER BAG, open, and piled on top are\nnumerous PRESCRIPTION BOTTLES.\n\nON CHARLIE, frozen for a moment as his mind reels. He looks\nin the direction Jack and Hurley headed, then back behind\nhim. Satisfied the coast is clear, he moves to the leather\nbag and rummages through it, checking the labels as he goes.\nHe brings up a bottle and evidently likes what he reads when:\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nWhat are you doing?\n\nCharlie finds Jack standing over him.\n\nCHARLIE\nOh. Um... I've got a bit of a\nheadache. So, I thought...\n\nJack takes the bottle from Charlie, and checks the label.\n\n13.\n9 (CO NT'D): (2) 9\n\nJACK\nValium?\n\nCHARLIE\nCouldn't... find any aspirin.\n\nJack tosses the bottle back into the bag and zips it closed.\n\nJACK\nIt's not self-serve, Charlie. This\nmedicine may have to last us\nawhile. Gotta save it for things\nmore serious than a headache...\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Yeah... You're right.\n\nAnd now Jack notices Charlie's SHAKY STATE for the first\ntime. Steps closer to him.\n\nJACK\nYou okay? You're looking a little--\n\nCharlie turns away, not wanting Jack to examine him, and goes\nback to picking up the fallen contents.\n\nCHARLIE\nTold you. Just a headache.\n\nJACK\nLeave it. Get some water. Maybe\nyou're dehydrated...\n\nCHARLIE\n(continuing the clean-up)\nJust want to be useful --\n\nJack squats next to Charlie and grabs his arm.\n\nJACK\n(firmly)\nCharlie, I got it. We don't need\nyou right now. Go take care of\nyourself, man.\n\nCharlie looks at Jack, stung, as Jack takes over. Charlie\nstands up, feeling dismissed, like a child, as he watches\nJack clean up his mess. And as we go TIGHT ON CHARLIE...\n\nIAN (PRE-LAP)\nC'mon, Charlie-boy... We can't do\nthis without you...\n\n14.\n\n10 INT. CHURCH - DAY - FLASHBACK 10\n\nWe're on Charlie, moments after we left him, sitting in the\nfront pew, head in hands, holding the business letter. Ian's\nsitting on the altar now, addressing him...\n\nIAN\nFace it... You're the heart and\nsoul of the band. You are bloody\nDrive Shaft.\n\nCHARLIE\nWatch the language.\nIAN\n(hopping off the altar)\nSod that. This is our shot at the\nbig-time. What's the problem?\n\nCHARLIE\nI dunno... I just...\n(standing)\nI want to keep things the way they\nare. Playing the pubs. It's\nenough for me.\n\nHe heads down the aisle. Ian at his heels...\n\nIAN\nYeah, fine for you. You're the\nsmart one. Be anything you want.\nIt's your songs that got us signed.\nI'm just the clown with the pretty\nface that sings `em. Now you wanna\ntake away my chance to be somebody.\n\nThey stop near the back of the sanctuary, by a CISTERN filled\nwith holy water, as Charlie turns back to him.\n\nCHARLIE\nIan, it's not about you. It's...\n(difficult to admit)\nLook, I love the band, but... It's\nnot who I am.\n(beat)\nSometimes... I get lost in it.\n\nIan looks at him a moment, registering Charlie's concern.\n\n15.\n10 (CO NT'D): 10\n\nIAN\nWon't happen. `Cause we'll be\nthere looking out for each other.\nWhat brothers do, right?\n\nAs Charlie considers this, Ian splashes him with holy water\nfrom the cistern.\n\nCHARLIE\nIan --\n(getting splashed again)\nStop that, you lunatic.\n\nIAN\nNow you sound like Mum.\n\nCharlie can't help but smile at that. After a moment...\n\nCHARLIE\nJust promise me... If things... get\ntoo crazy... No matter what... If I\nsay we're done... We walk away.\n\nIAN\nWe walk away.\n\nCHARLIE\nYou swear it.\n\nIAN\n(pledging)\nYou're the rock god, baby brother.\n\nOFF CHARLIE, as he nods, sealing their pact...\n11 11\nINT. INFIRMARY TENT - DAY\nCLOSE ON KATE, an ICY expression on her face...\n\nKATE\nWhy don't I believe you?\n\nWIDEN to see she's addressing a lounging SAWYER, his battered\ncopy of \"WATERSHIP DOWN\" on his lap.\n\nSAWYER\nCouldn't say, cupcake. Most folks\nthink I got a trustworthy face. Or\nso they tell me.\n\n16.\n11 (CO NT'D): 11\n\nKATE\nYou've been hoarding like a packrat\nsince the crash and you don't have\na single laptop?!\n\nSawyer studies Kate. Smiles.\n\nSAWYER\nWe are testy, aren't we? Still\nupset about your little breakup?\n\nKATE\nWhat?\nSAWYER\nMusta hurt bad when Doc came back\nfor his record collection...\n(just plain mean)\nCause now there's nothing for him\nto come back for.\n\nAnd Kate just looks at him. Then speaks to him evenly --\n\nKATE\nGod, it must be so exhausting...\n\nSAWYER\nWhat's that?\n\nKATE\nLiving like a parasite. Always\ntalking, never giving...\n\nSAWYER\nBoy, you sure got me pegged.\n\nKATE\nI get it now. It all makes sense.\nYou don't want to get off this\nisland because there's nothing for\nyou to go back to. There's no one\nyou miss. And no one misses you.\nSAWYER\nAwww. Feelin' sorry for me. How\nsweet.\n\nKATE\nI don't feel sorry for you.\n(simple; true)\nI pity you.\n\n17.\n11 (CO NT'D): (2) 11\n\nSawyer just sits there for a MOMENT. Then he reaches into\nhis bag again and brings out a LAPTOP. He slides the BATTERY\nout, TOSSES it to her --\n\nSAWYER\nAll you had to do was say please.\n\nKate stares at him a beat, then turns and goes. ON SAWYER,\nwatching her, his glib smirk melting away for just a second,\nshowing he might just've been STUNG...\n12 12\nINT. THE VALLEY - CHARLIE'S CAVE - DAY\nCHARLIE, sitting against a wall. Jonesing and a bit hyper.\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nHey. Dude. This yours?\n\nCharlie sees Hurley standing over him, holding his guitar.\nCharlie's pleased to have some engagement, anxious to talk.\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Probably wondering `cause\nI'm known for playing bass in Drive\nShaft. S'only `cause we could\nnever find a decent bass player...\n(getting to his feet)\nWrote a bunch of songs with that\nguitar. \"You All Everybody.\"\nThat was mine. Got the idea from --\n\nHURLEY\nListen, man, Just just wants you to\nfind another place for this thing.\nHe's moving supplies and says it's\nin the way.\n\nHe hands him the guitar and walks out. PUSH IN ON CHARLIE,\nfeeling foolish. Then, eyes narrowing in anger, he moves off\nframe...\n13 13\nINT. THE VALLEY - LARGE CAVE - MOMENTS LATER\nON JACK, scrutinizing a naturally formed pillar near the\ncenter of the cave. He places his hand against it, and with\nthat, a small stream of dirt and pebbles cascades down the\nside of the pillar. As Jack takes that in, he hears:\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nYou know, most people look up to\nme. Respect me --\n\n18.\n13 (CO NT'D): 13\n\nJack turns to find Charlie converging on him.\nJACK CHARLIE\nCharlie -- ? -- And you treat me like a\nbloody child, like some\nuseless joke --\n-- What are you talking --\n-- I'm not good enough to\nhelp. Right? No. No, I'm\njust in the way --\n\nJack can see that Charlie is PALE, SWEATING -- in a bad\nfucking way. Concerned --\nJACK\nYou okay, man? C'mon, sit down.\nLet me take a look at you --\nCHARLIE JACK\n-- Right. You'll look out\nfor me. We look out for each\nother... Well, stuff that -- -- Charlie, calm down.\nYou're not yourself --\n\nCHARLIE\nYou don't know me! I'm a bloody\nrock god!!\n\n14 14\nINT. THE VALLEY - WATER POOL - DAY\n\nPANNING OFF HURLEY filling up his water bottle, we find...\n\nJIN, by the pool's edge, sporting the detached handcuff\nbracelet, dabbing the raw skin around it with a rag. SUN\ncomes over, wearing a low-cut tank top, and kneels beside\nhim. Jin doesn't look up at her. The following's subtitled:\n\nSUN\nYou should have the doctor look at\nyour wrist.\n\nJIN\nIt's fine. It will heal --\n\nAs he looks up at her, he sees her attire for the first time.\n\nJIN (cont'd)\nWhat are you wearing? It's\nindecent. Cover yourself!\n\nSun leans back and eyes him squarely.\n\n19.\n14 (CO NT'D): 14\n\nSUN\nIt's too hot.\n\nBefore Jin, stunned at her defiance, can respond, they both\nreact to a DISTANT RUMBLE and notice...\n\nThe water in the pool RIPPLING.\n\nAND GRRRRRBOOOOOM! The RUMBLE GROWS LOUDER and the Earth\nshakes. PUSH IN on HURLEY as he sees it first...\n\nHURLEY\nAw, no...\nANGLE ON CAVE ENTRANCE - A THICK CLOUD OF DUST bursting from\nit. HANDHELD -- CHOATIC --\n\nHurley, Jin and Sun hurry over -- DUST SWIRLING EVERYWHERE as\nthey find... CHARLIE, choking and coughing, on the ground by\nwhat used to be the cave entrance, now sealed by rock and\nearth.\n\nHURLEY (cont'd)\nCharlie! Where's Jack?\n(no answer)\nWHERE'S JACK?\n\nA coughing Charlie lifts his arm AND POINTS AT THE CAVE-IN.\nAnd OFF HURLEY'S look of dread...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\n20.\n\nACT TWO\n\n15 INT. THE VALLEY - CAVE ENTRANCE - DAY 15\n\nON CHARLIE, where we left him. SHELL-SHOCKED. As we hear:\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nJACK!! --\n\nCUT WIDE to see HURLEY, standing at the SEALED CAVE ENTRANCE.\nJin and Sun are there, too. Already pulling away rocks,\nspeaking urgently to each other in Korean...\n\nHURLEY (cont'd)\nJACK -- CAN YOU HEAR ME?!\nCHARLIE\n(dazed)\nI-- I dunno what happened. We were\ntalking and... it all just... It\njust came down on top of us...\nHURLEY CHARLIE\n(to Charlie)\nDude, we gotta get help. -- Happened so fast...\n\nHurley grabs Charlie and pulls him to his feet.\n\nHURLEY\nCharlie! You gotta run to the\nbeach and get help! Now!\n\nCHARLIE\n(grasping his mission)\nRight. On it.\nHe runs off. Stay with Hurley as he calls after him --\n\nHURLEY\nMake sure you tell Kate!\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n16 16\n\nKATE and SAYID -- NOT at the beach -- as they trek through\nDENSE JUNGLE, Sayid's antennas PROMINENT in their backpacks.\n\nSUDDENLY KATE JUST STOPS. SPOOKED. Sayid looks at her.\n\nSAYID\nWhat is it?\n\n21.\n16 (CO NT'D): 16\n\nKATE\nI dunno. Felt like a goose just\nwalked over my grave.\n(off Sayid's look)\nSomething my dad used to say. When\nhe got the feeling something bad\njust happened. You ever get that?\n\nSAYID\nOnly about every thirty seconds.\n\nKate manages a smile, as Sayid continues on and she follows.\n\nKATE\nWhat we're doing. I mean, chasing\nsome phantom distress signal --\nWhat are the odds of this working?\n\nSAYID\nNo worse than the odds of us\nsurviving that plane crash.\n\nKATE\nPeople survive plane crashes all\nthe time.\n\nSAYID\nNot like this one. The tail\nsection broke off when we were\nstill in the air. The cockpit\nseparated some time later... Our\nsection cart-wheeled through the\njungle, completely crushing those\nwho died. And yet we escaped with\nnothing more than a few scrapes.\nHow do you explain that?\n\nKATE\n(considers, then shrugs)\nBlind, dumb luck.\n\nSAYID\nNo one is that lucky. We shouldn't\nhave survived.\n\nKATE\n(half-playful)\nSo... what -- We're dead? And\nthis... is, what, Hell?\n\nSayid gives her a bemused look --\n\n22.\n16 (CO NT'D): (2) 16\n\nSAYID\nOf course not. That's insane...\nAll I'm saying is that perhaps\nthere's a reason we're still alive.\n\nKATE\nDivine intervention?\n(off his non-response)\nSorry, Sayid... but things just\nhappen. No rhyme or reason to it.\n\nSAYID\n(grins)\nTell that to your goose.\nAND OFF KATE, as they forge deeper into the unknown...\n17 17\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\nCHARLIE reaches the beach -- out of breath -- rushes up to\nMICHAEL and WALT - Michael's shaving as Walt pets VINCENT,\nlying next to him.\n\nCHARLIE\nHEY! We need help!\n\nMICHAEL\nWhat's wrong, man?\n\nCHARLIE\nIt's Jack. He's trapped! There\nwas a cave-in...\n\nSHANNON and Boone overhear, and rush over --\nBOONE CHARLIE\nWhat? How -- ? -- Cave collapsed. Don't\neven know if he's alive... We\ngotta get him out...\n\nMICHAEL looks around, spots a couple of burly SURVIVORS. Good-\nlooking guys in their FORTIES. He calls out to one of them.\n\nMICHAEL\nHey, you... Scott!\n\nSTEVE\nI'm Steve.\n(pointing to his partner)\nHe's Scott.\n\n23.\n17 (CO NT'D): 17\n\nMICHAEL\nWe got an emergency. Grab a couple\nmore guys and c'mon --\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. We gotta move. Follow me...\n\nCharlie starts to lead them toward the jungle. Walt and\nVincent tag along. Suddenly, Boone STOPS. Shit. PULLS the\nBOTTLE ROCKET from his pocket, turns to Shannon --\n\nBOONE\nShannon, you need to do something\n\nimportant, okay?\n(points to the ANTENNA)\nAt five o'clock, you need to be\nready to turn that thing on. The\nswitch is right at the base.\n\nSHANNON\nUh... why?\n\nBOONE\nKate and Sayid are triangulating\nthe French signal. But the\nantenna's power is weak, so you\nhave to wait until they fire off\ntheir bottle rockets...\n(holds up his rocket)\nThen you fire off this one. Then\nturn on the antenna. Got it?\n\nA long beat. She just looks at him BLANKLY. Then --\nSHANNON\nThe switch is where now?\n\nBOONE\nDid you hear a word I said?\n\nSHANNON\nLook, don't get mad at me because\nthe Professor and Maryann have a\nconfusing frigging plan...\n\nBOONE\nCan you do it or can't you?\nShannon shakes her head, but petulantly takes the ROCKET --\n\n24.\n17 (CO NT'D): (2) 17\n\nSHANNON BOONE\nYeah. I can do it.\n-- If you can't...\n\nSHANNON\nGo save the world already.\nI can.\nBoone nods. Runs off to join the others, all heading into\nthe jungle. We pick up CHARLIE, who stops abruptly --\ndoubles back -- realizing someone's missing --\n\nCHARLIE\nWait. Kate. I gotta let Kate know\nabout Jack.\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nSorry, sport, you just missed\nher...\n\nON SAWYER by the infirmary tent, having heard everything,\nwringing out his wet T-shirt.\n\nSAWYER (cont'd)\nShe and Muhammed headed into the\nwoods `bout ten minutes ago --\n\nCHARLIE\nWhich way?\n\nSAWYER\nDon't sweat it, amigo. I know\nwhich way they went.\n\nCharlie starts to protest, but Sawyer cuts him off --\nSAWYER (cont'd)\nI'll tell her. You just keep\ndoing... whatever it is you do\naround here...\n\nSawyer hurries off in another direction of the jungle,\nleaving Charlie standing there, ignored and alone. PUSHING\nIN ON HIS FACE, we hear a BASS LINE playing, accompanied by\nthe roar of an appreciative crowd...\n18 18\nINT. CONCERT VENUE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\nCHARLIE ON STAGE, before a microphone stand, fingering a bass\nintro... He appears more like the Charlie we know. Grunge\nattire, earring, etc...\n\n25.\n18 (CO NT'D): 18\n\nCUT TO A REVERSE, behind Charlie and we see (via the magic of\nGREEN SCREEN) a huge, filled concert arena, complete with\nscreaming fans. And when we REVERSE again...\n\nWE SEE the whole four-piece band of DRIVE SHAFT, guitarist,\ndrummer, and IAN, front and center, with his own mic stand,\nhead banging through the intro.\n\nCLOSE ON CHARLIE again as he steps up to the mic, and opens\nhis mouth to launch into a verse, when...\n\nIAN (SINGING)\nYOU ALL EVERYBODY, ACTIN' LIKE IT'S\nTHE STUPID PEOPLE...\nCharlie snaps a look over at Ian, who wails away --\n\nIAN (SINGING) (cont'd)\nWEARIN' THE `SPENSIVE CLOTHES...\nAND THEY NOT...\n\nA clearly perturbed Charlie joins in on the chorus...\n\nIAN/CHARLIE (SINGING)\nYOU ALL EVERYBODY! YOU ALL...\n\nUPCUT TO:\n19 19\nINT. CONCERT VENUE - DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\nON A CLOSED DOOR. We hear: APPLAUSE and WHOOPING coming from\nthe other side, as the door bursts open. IAN enters,\nfollowed by CHARLIE and the rest of the band. In the hall\nbehind them we see SCREAMING FANS, T-SHIRTED SECURITY GUARDS.\nWIDEN as RECORD-EXEC TYPES and their assorted eye-candy dates\nmove in to congratulate them.\n\nRECORD EXEC\nKiller, Ian. Just killer.\n\nBefore Ian responds, Charlie grabs his arm, pulls him aside.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat the hell was that out there?\n\nIAN\nUh... Another kick-ass show? You\nwere bloody brilliant!\n\n26.\n19 (CO NT'D): 19\n\nCHARLIE\nI sing the intro to \"You All\nEverybody.\"\n\nIAN\n(laughing)\nOh, yeah... Sorry about that, man.\nJust...got caught up in the moment.\nLike the crowd wanted it, y'know...\nWon't happen again. I swear...\n\nGROUPIE (O.S.)\nIan!\nIan turns and see a lovely GROUPIE, being blocked by the\nsecurity guards. He waves her in, calls out:\n\nIAN\nShe's cool. Let her in.\n\nIan moves to greet her, as Charlie watches him go. A RECORD\nEXEC comes over with two flutes of champagne.\n\nRECORD EXEC\nHave some champagne, Chuck. You\ndeserve it.\n\nBut Charlie is focused on something else. HIS POV - The\nGROUPIE slips IAN a couple of 35mm film canisters. You know\nthe type -- the short black plastic tubes with gray pop-off\ntops. Ian kisses the girl, then notices...\n\nCHARLIE staring at him, a disapproving look on his face.\nIAN\n(to Charlie)\nChill, baby brother.\n\nHe pops open a cannister and pulls out a baggy of powder --\nthe same type we've seen Charlie snort on the island.\n\nIAN (cont'd)\nRock gods gotta fly...\n\nAnd OFF CHARLIE, betrayed and alone, WE FIND --\n20 20\nINT. THE VALLEY - CAVE ENTRANCE - DAY\nHURLEY - filthy and exhausted, continuing to remove rocks and\ndirt from the mountain of rubble sealing the entrance. WIDEN\nto see SUN and JIN doing the same. Hurley strains to remove\na particularly large rock until he hears:\n\n27.\n20 (CO NT'D): 20\n\nMICHAEL (O.S.)\nStop!\n\nMICHAEL, BOONE, WALT and the FOUR SOCKS (including Scott and\nSteve) enter the valley. Walt checks out the mess...\n\nHURLEY\nWhat do you mean, \"stop,\" dude?\nJack's in there --\n\nMICHAEL\nAnd if you remove that rock you\nmight bring the whole cave ceiling\ndown on top of him.\n(re: Walt under his feet)\nWalt, get back, man. I don't want\nyou near the rocks, okay? And take\nthe dog with you --\nWALT MICHAEL\nWhy do I have to --\n-- Just do it.\n\nWalt sulks while he pulls Vincent to the stream for a drink,\nbut hangs back and watches as Michael studies the collapse...\n\nMICHAEL (cont'd)\nThis area over here is load\nbearing... We gotta dig where\nthere's no danger of the wall\nbuckling in on itself...\n\nBOONE\nHow do you know so much about --\nMICHAEL\nEight years of construction work.\n\nMichael reaches the left side of the obstruction --\n\nMICHAEL (cont'd)\nHere. We dig here. Four at a\ntime. By hand, until we can\nfashion some kinda shovel. We take\nshifts and go slow --\n\nON WALT, as Michael continues giving out orders. A leader.\nA side of Michael Walt's never seen.\n\nMICHAEL (cont'd)\nWhoever isn't digging should be\nclearing the rocks we pull out,\n\n28.\n20 (CO NT'D): (2) 20\nMICHAEL (cont'd)\nbringing water to who's working...\nOkay. Let's move.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n21 21\n\nKATE continues to trek through the jungle with Sayid -- when\nthey hear a rustle in the underbrush -- STOP -- NERVOUS --\n\nSAYID\nSomething's coming --\n\nSAWYER emerges from the jungle. Kate shakes her head --\n\nKATE\nWhat the hell are you doing here?\n\nSAWYER\n(winded)\nEasy. I just came to tell you\nsomething --\n\nKATE\n(harsh tone)\nWhat makes you think I'm interested\nin anything you have to say to me?\n\nSAWYER, taken aback by this reception. After a beat...\n\nSAWYER\nCame to tell you... You were right.\n(off her look)\nAbout me. That I don't help anyone\n\nbut myself. Well, here I am.\nReady to pitch in.\nAre Sayid and Kate skeptical? Fuck yeah.\n\nKATE\nYou're here to help?\n\nSAWYER\nHey -- You act any more surprised,\nI'm gonna be insulted.\n\nAnd OFF KATE, wondering what Sawyer's up to -- no idea that\nhe's sitting on the news of the cave-in -- WE FIND --\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n22 22\n\nCHARLIE, his withdrawal symptoms worsening, heading through\nthe jungle to the place where Locke trapped the boar --\n\n29.\n22 (CO NT'D): 22\n\nLOCKE (O.S.)\nSomething wrong, Charlie?\n\nCharlie whips around to see LOCKE, the skinned BOAR in the\nbackground, hanging from a tree by its heels.\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Jack. He's... There's been\nan accident... At the caves...\nJack's buried in a cave-in...\n\nLocke takes that in, wiping his bloody knife on his shirt.\n\nLOCKE\nIs anyone trying to get him out?\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah -- Bunch of people there now.\n\nLOCKE\nAnd why aren't you with them?\n(no response)\nYou didn't come to tell me about\nJack, did you?\n\nCharlie looks at the ground, broken.\n\nCHARLIE\nI want my stash, Locke. I can't\nstand... feeling like this.\n\nLocke eyes him a moment, then nods.\n\nLOCKE\nLet me show you something...\n\nHe leads Charlie to a tree, points out a COCOON on its trunk.\n\nLOCKE (cont'd)\nWhat do you suppose is in this\ncocoon, Charlie?\n\nCHARLIE\n(not in the mood)\nI dunno. Butterfly, I guess.\n\nLOCKE\nNo. It's much more beautiful than\nthat. This is a moth cocoon.\n(smiles, then)\nIronic. Butterflies get all the\n(MO RE)\n\n30.\n22 (CO NT'D): (2) 22\nLO CKE (cont'd)\nattention. But moths? They spin\nsilk. They're stronger. Faster...\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Wonderful. What's the --\n\nBut Locke ignores him, leaning in CLOSE to the cocoon.\nTransfixed -- in his own world to some degree...\n\nLOCKE\nSee this tiny hole? This moth's\nalmost ready to emerge. It's in\nthere right now, struggling,\ndigging its way through the thick\nhide of the cocoon. Now I could\nhelp it, take my knife, gently\nwiden the opening... And the moth\nwould be free. But it'd be too\nweak to survive.\n(looks at Charlie)\nThe struggle is nature's way of\nstrengthening it...\n\nHe pulls the baggie out of his pocket...\n\nLOCKE (cont'd)\nThis is the second time you've\nasked me for your drugs back...\n\nHe holds the baggie out, holds it right up to Charlie's face.\nAnd we're CLOSE ON LOCKE as his eyes narrow...\n\nLOCKE (cont'd)\nAsk me again and it's yours.\nAnd OFF CHARLIE, hungering for a fix...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\n31.\n\nACT THREE\n\n23 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 23\n\nCLOSE ON CHARLIE, stumbling along a jungle path. Dazed.\nLeaving us to assume he's had a fix. THE CAMERA FLOATS with\nhim, dreamily, emulating his high, or so it'd seem...\n\nBut something is WEIRD HERE. Something is DEFINITELY OFF.\nAnd then Charlie just STOPS -- because up ahead is --\nA MAN SITTING ON A ROCK. Just sitting there, wearing a black\nt-shirt, his back to Charlie.\n\nCHARLIE\nHello?\n\nAs Charlie inches forward -- the guy suddenly turns around.\nAnd HOLY FUCKING SHIT. It's...\n\nCHARLIE (cont'd)\nJ-Jack?\nJACK\nWhere'd you do, Charlie?\n\nCHARLIE\nWha-- Nowhere. I mean, I went for\nhelp. For you... But I was... I...\nI got lost...\n(notices Jack's shirt)\nWhat are you wearing...?\n\nAs Jack looks down, we TILT DOWN to see he's wearing Ian's\n\"MU$IC $LUT\" T-shirt.\nJACK\nYou've seen me in this before,\nChoir Boy.\n(stands; intense)\nYou were supposed to look out for\nme, Charlie. But you left me to\ndie in a hole.\n\nScared and confused, Charlie backs away --\n\nCHARLIE\nHow'd you get out of the cave,\nJack?\n\nAnd now Jack is COMING TOWARDS HIM, eyes burning --\n\n32.\n23 (CO NT'D): 23\n\nJACK\nDon't you get it, rock god? I'M\nSTILL THERE!\n(singing, a capella)\nYOU ALL EVERYBODY... YOU ALL\nEVERYBODY! --\n\nAnd as he's almost ON TOP of Charlie, a BIRD'S CA-CAWS!\nRATTLE CHARLIE. He jolts -- as if waking from a dream. And\nwhen he looks back -- Jack is gone. As Charlie moves off,\nunnerved...\n24 24\nOMITTED\nINT. THE VALLEY - JACK'S CAVE - DAY\n25 25\n\nBLACKNESS. AS WE PAN ACROSS IT, we hear SCRAPING NOISES.\nTHE CAMERA finally comes to rest on the still face of --\n\nJACK, unconscious. His battered body WEDGED between the far\nwall of the space and a HUGE REMNANT of the collapsed PILLAR.\n\nThe scraping sound gets louder, then suddenly -- a long HOE-\nLIKE PIECE OF FUSELAGE pushes through, displacing some rocks,\nand revealing a hole, through which light streams in. From\nthe other side we can barely make out --\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nWe're through! We got a hole!\n(shouting)\nJack! Can you hear me? JACK!\n\nThe sound of Hurley's voice causes Jack to stir, rousing him\nto consciousness. His eyes flutter open -- trying to make\nsense of the dark space and the VISE-LIKE GRIP on him --\n\nHURLEY (O.S.) (cont'd)\nC'mon, Dude. Answer me --\n\nJACK\nH-Hurley?\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\n(faintly; to others)\nI hear him.\n\nA cheer of relief ECHOES into the cave from the outside.\n\nHURLEY (cont'd)\nJack... Bro, you okay?\n\n33.\n25 (CO NT'D): 25\n\nJack tries to move. BUT HE CAN'T. Every attempt to do so is\nmet with EXCRUCIATING PAIN. Even talking is difficult --\n\nJACK\nI'm... I'm pinned. I can't move...\n(suddenly remembers)\nCharlie. Charlie was with me --\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nHe's okay, man. He made it out.\nListen, we're gonna get you out of\nthere. Just sit tight.\n\nAnd as the irony of that registers on Jack's face, WE FIND --\n26 26\nEXT. JUNGLE - ANTENNA POSITION TWO - DAY\nKATE, completely oblivious to Jack's predicament, as she,\nSayid and Sawyer enter a clearing.\n\nSAYID\nThis is far enough. We'll place\nthe second antenna here.\n\nKate removes her antenna from her backpack. Sayid takes out\na small coil of wire, looks around, then at Sawyer.\n\nSAYID (cont'd)\nYou want to help?\n(pointing)\nAttach this antenna up in that\ntree. As high as you can.\n\nSAWYER\nGolly, thanks!\n\nHe takes the antenna from Kate, giving her a wink, and moves\ntoward the tree. Sayid hands Kate her bottle rocket.\n\nSAYID\nFive o'clock. Watch for my flare.\nThen it's your turn.\n\nKate nods. Sayid glances over at Sawyer, uncoiling the wire.\n\nSAYID (cont'd)\nI do not trust him.\n\nKATE\nWho does?\n\n34.\n26 (CO NT'D): 26\n\nSAYID\n(more pointedly)\nI do not trust him with you.\nKate looks at Sayid. Then, smiles at him, fondly.\n\nKATE\nI can handle him.\n\nSayid doesn't like it... but he NODS. Heads back off into\nthe jungle. ON KATE as she turns to watch Sawyer --\n27 27\nINT. THE VALLEY - CAVE ENTRANCE - DAY\nON MICHAEL, addressing the others before a hole roughly the\ndiameter of a TIRE -- the ENTRANCE of their makeshift TUNNEL.\n\nMICHAEL\nOkay. We can't safely make the\ntunnel any bigger. But since Jack\ncan't get out... One of us is gonna\nhave to go in.\n\nHURLEY\nWhat? Crawl through that?\n\nBOONE\nI think he means someone smaller.\n\nSun steps forward (others are around, NO SUBTITLES) --\n\nSUN JIN\nI could climb through -- -- I forbid it!\n(to others)\nI will not permit you to use\nmy wife for such a dangerous--\n\nHURLEY\nDude! We don't understand Chinese.\n\nMICHAEL\nKorean, man. They're Korean.\n\nHe and Sun share a fleeting look, unnoticed by Jin.\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nI'll do it.\nThey all turn to see -- CHARLIE, standing behind them. And\nhe looks like hell -- but with something that resembles\nCOURAGE... weather he got it from the drugs or not.\n\n35.\n27 (CO NT'D): 27\n\nHURLEY\nCharlie?\n\nMICHAEL\nNo, man. You're still shook up. I\nmight be able to squeeze through --\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah? Who's gonna look after your\nkid if something happens?\n(to Boone)\nAnd you've got your sister.\n(re: Sun)\nShe's got a husband.\n(beat, without self-pity)\nI got no one. No family. I'm\nalone here.\n(then, to Michael)\nAnd I'm small. Let me do this.\n\nAs Michael looks at him, consider his offer...\n28 28\nEXT. JUNGLE - ANTENNA POSITION TWO - DAY\nSAWYER, sitting in the shade of a tree watching Kate as she\nscans the horizon, checking her watch constantly.\n\nSAWYER\nStill ain't five. Just like the\nlast time you checked your watch.\n\nKATE\nI just don't want to miss Sayid's\nsignal. Remember, I'll fire the\nflare, you switch on the antenna.\n\nSAWYER\nThank the good Lord I got you here\nto keep reminding me.\n\nKate shoots him a look, then focuses back on the horizon.\nAfter a beat...\n\nSAWYER (cont'd)\nSo what do you see in that guy,\nanyway?\n(off her look)\nJack. What is it about him that\nmakes you go all weak in the loins?\n\n36.\n28 (CO NT'D): 28\n\nKATE\nDo you try to be a pig, or does it\njust come naturally?\n\nSAWYER\nIt's that he's a doctor, right?\nLadies always dig the doctors.\nHell -- Give me a couple band-aids,\nbottle of Peroxide and I could run\nthis island, too --\n\nKATE\nYou're actually comparing yourself\nto Jack?\nSAWYER\nDifference between us ain't all\nthat big, sweetheart. I guarantee\nif he'd survived a few more weeks\non the island, you'd have figured\nit out --\n\nKATE\nWhat did you just say?\nSawyer looks at her, unsure what she means.\n\nKATE (cont'd)\nYou said `if he'd survived a few\nmore weeks...' What does that --\n\nSawyer realizes he's BUSTED. He manages a smirk --\n\nSAWYER\nAw... damn. Didn't I tell you?\nWord from the valley is Saint Jack\ngot himself buried in a cave-in...\n\nKATE\nWhat?!\n\nSAWYER\nHey, look at the bright side...\n(brutal)\nNow you got someone else to pity.\n\nShit. The man holds a GRUDGE. Kate stares at him in shock.\nAnd just when we think she's gonna rip his fucking head off --\n\nShe throws the bottle rocket to the ground. Turns. And RUNS.\n\n37.\n28 (CO NT'D): (2) 28\n\nON SAWYER, his spiteful expression dissolving into something\nlike REMORSE. He picks up the bottle rocket by his feet,\nregards it for a moment, before looking after her again...\n29 29\nINT. THE VALLEY - CAVE ENTRANCE - DAY\nCHARLIE is ready for his climb through the tunnel. Michael\nhands him a flashlight.\n\nMICHAEL\nGo slow and easy, man. Try not to\nnudge any of the rocks around you.\n\nCHARLIE\nAnything else?\n\nMICHAEL\nYeah. Good luck.\nBOONE HURLEY\nBe safe, man --\n-- Good luck, Charlie.\n\nSun and Walt offer smiles. Jin, Steve and Scott nod.\n\nCHARLIE\nThanks.\n\nAnd as the group watches, Charlie enters...\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS\n30 30\n\nWe go TIGHT ON CHARLIE'S FACE as he CRAWLS through the\nclaustrophobic tunnel...\nINT. CONCERT VENUE - BACKSTAGE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\n31 31\n\nON CHARLIE as he PUSHES his way through a CROWD -- completely\noblivious to his presence -- congregated in a hallway leading\nto a dressing room. Charlie reaches the DOOR at the end of\nthe hall and pushes past a SECURITY GUARD into --\n32 32\nINT. CONCERT VENUE - DRESSING ROOM - SAME - FLASHBACK\nA dimly-lit dressing room (REDRESS), where Charlie spots IAN\nacross the room on a couch, in a drugged-out stupor with\nthree equally zoned-out GROUPIES. On the coffee table before\nthem, a half-dozen FILM CANNISTERS and baggies of powder.\n\nCHARLIE\nBloody hell.\n\n38.\n32 (CO NT'D): 32\n\nHe SLAMS the door behind him, causing Ian to look up.\n\nIAN\nHey... Baby Brother... Pull up a\nbird and sit down...\n\nCHARLIE\n(to Groupies)\nGet out. All of you, get out!\n\nThe girls just look at Ian for confirmation, who shrugs.\n\nCHARLIE (cont'd)\nNOW.\nThe Groupies exit sloppily. When the last one disappears --\n\nCHARLIE (cont'd)\nYou missed the sound check. You\ndon't come to rehearsal anymore.\nAnd we've got a show in an hour --\nIAN\nOoh, a show. I like shows.\n\nCHARLIE\nAll right, Ian. This is it...\nAfter tonight, we cancel the rest\nof the tour.\n(dead fucking serious)\nWe're walking away.\n\nIAN\nWhat?\nCHARLIE IAN\nWalk away. Like we swore\nwe'd do if things got too -- -- Are you raving? Walk away\nand go where?\n\nCHARLIE\n(re: drugs on table)\nYou're killing yourself with this\njunk. You're destroying Drive\nShaft --\n\nIAN\nI am Drive Shaft!\n\nCharlie reacts, stung by that.\n\n39.\n32 (CO NT'D): (2) 32\n\nIAN (cont'd)\nThis is it. End o' the bleedin'\nrainbow. Try and enjoy it. Cause\nif you're not with me...\n(pointedly)\nThen what the bloody hell good are\nyou?\n\nAnd we can see from Charlie's stunned expression that this is\na question he hasn't asked himself in a long time... Ian\ngrabs one of the CANNISTERS and pushes past Charlie, in whom\n\nwe begin to see the glimmer of something new: DESPERATION.\nAs Ian exits into the hallway, to the delight of the fans,\nCharlie crosses to a chair and sits, burying his head in his\nhands. And when he opens his eyes, he notices:\n\nOne of the baggies of powder. Charlie stares at it for a\nmoment, listening to the crowd outside CHANTING Ian's name.\nThen resignation comes to his face... And as he picks it up\nand reaches in to take his first hit, WE FIND...\n33 33\nINT. THE VALLEY - TUNNEL - DAY\nCHARLIE - struggling through the tunnel, scrapes on his face,\nhis flashlight finding the opening just up ahead... Then --\n\nA RUMBLE. A few SMALL ROCKS fall down in front of him. He\npushes his way through. But it's getting worse -- harder and\nharder to see as --\n\nINTERCUT WITH:\n34 34\nINT. THE VALLEY - CAVE ENTRANCE - DAY\nThe rescue team as they hear the RUMBLE too --\n\nMICHAEL HURLEY\nOh no --\n-- What?\n\nMICHAEL\n(into the tunnel)\nCHARLIE! MOVE!\n35 35\nINT. THE VALLEY - TUNNEL - DAY\nCHARLIE. As MORE AND MORE ROCKS crumble from the walls and\nceiling of the tunnel. And now he can hear Michael screaming\nat him --\n\n40.\n35 (CO NT'D): 35\n\nMICHAEL (O.S.)\nIT'S COMING DOWN!\n\nCharlie picks up his pace, crawling AS FAST AS HE CAN. And\njust as the TUNNEL COLLAPSES BEHIND HIM --\n36 36\nINT. THE VALLEY - JACK'S CAVE - DAY\nCharlie FLINGS HIMSELF into the open space where Jack is.\nBut even that space is compromised as --\n\nSTREAMS OF DIRT AND ROCKS POUR INTO IT. The air is black,\nCHOKED with dirt and dust. And as JACK struggles to see\nthrough the near-darkness, coughing and gagging, he spots...\nCHARLIE - looking at him, almost sheepishly.\n\nCHARLIE\nI'm, uh... here to rescue you.\n\nBLACK OUT.\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\n41.\n\nACT FOUR\n\n37 INT. THE VALLEY - DAY 37\n\nKATE -- TIGHT ON HER PANICKED, SWEATING FACE as she runs as\nfast as she can into the valley. Follows VOICES to --\n38 38\nINT. THE VALLEY - CAVE ENTRANCE - DAY\nThe cave entrance, where the rescuers are FUCKING APOPLECTIC--\nNO CLUE WHAT TO DO NOW --\nHURLEY BOONE\nI say we try again --\n-- We can't just leave them --\n\nHURLEY MICHAEL\n-- We don't move they're\ngonna run out of air -- -- Stop talking! I'm trying\nto think --\n\nKATE (O.S.)\nWhere is he?!\nThey turn to see KATE running up to them, out of breath --\n\nMICHAEL KATE\nKate -- Where is he, Michael?\nWhere's Jack?\n\nHURLEY\nIn there.\n\nKATE\nDo you know if he's alive?\n(blank stares)\nIs he ALIVE?\n\nMICHAEL\nWe don't know. Charlie went in\nafter him. Through a tunnel we\ndug. But it... collapsed.\n\nKATE\nSo why isn't anyone digging?\n\nMICHAEL\nKate --\n(sensitive)\nThere's nothing left to dig to.\n\n42.\n38 (CO NT'D): 38\n\nKate looks around at the others, breathlessly, desperately...\nThen she moves to the barrier wall and starts digging --\nclearing away an impossibly large rock.\n\nMICHAEL (cont'd)\nKate...\n\nShe doesn't listen. Just keeps digging.\nLOOKS pass between the rescue team. Without a word, they\neach join her. Despite the fact that it probably won't make\na difference -- but doing it -- for Kate -- anyway... And OFF\nKATE'S LOOK OF DESPERATE DETERMINATION, WE FIND --\nINT. THE VALLEY - JACK'S CAVE - A LITTLE LATER\n39 39\n\nCHARLIE. IN THE DARKNESS OF THE CAVE.\n\nCHARLIE\nYou ready?\n\nON JACK, nodding.\n\nCHARLIE (cont'd)\nOne... Two... Three!\n\nOn \"Three,\" CUT WIDE to see Charlie, with great effort,\nrolling the huge boulder off Jack. Jack GRUNTS -- in\nEXCRUCIATING pain --\n\nCHARLIE (cont'd)\nSorry... Sorry, Jack --\nJACK CHARLIE\nMy shoulder's dislocated!\n-- What?\n-- You're gonna have to pop\nit back -- -- No... I... I can't --\n\n-- I need your help, man --\n-- I can't do it, Jack!\n\nJack takes a deep breath. Speaks as evenly as possible.\n\nJACK\nYes, you can.\n\nCharlie stares at him a long BEAT... Then --\n\nCHARLIE\nOkay. So what do I do?\n\n43.\n39 (CO NT'D): 39\n\nJACK\nGrab my hand... Pull as hard as you\ncan when I tell you.\n\nCharlie takes Jack's arm. He and Jack share eye contact for\na beat, then:\n\nJACK (cont'd)\nNow!\n\nTIGHT ON CHARLIE, as he pulls Jack's arm -- the SOUND of Jack\nHOWLING IN AGONY --\n40 40\nEXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - AUSTRALIA - DAY - FLASHBACK\nCLOSE ON CHARLIE. PULL BACK TO REVEAL he's standing on the\ndoorstep in a lovely, middle-class suburban neighborhood --\ndressed exactly as he was in the PILOT (with the addition of\ndark sunglasses)... THE FRONT DOOR OPENS, revealing --\n\nAn Ian we've never seen before... CLEAN-CUT, TAILORED\nCLOTHES, VIBRANT... Like Charlie in the teaser.\n\nIAN\nCharlie? What are you doing here?\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat, a bloke can't pay his big\nbrother a visit once in a while?\n\nIan smiles. Wraps his arm around Charlie, ushering him\ninside --\n\nIAN\n`Course you can! Why didn't you\ncall, you lunatic? Get in here.\nWhat are you doing in Sydney?\n\nTIME CUT TO:\n41 41\nEXT. IAN'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAY - FLASHBACK\nON A TWO YEAR-OLD GIRL, playing with her musical play toy.\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nIt's all lined up, Ian...\n\nPANNING OFF the baby we find IAN and CHARLIE, sitting nearby\nat a picnic table drinking lemonade...\n\n44.\n41 (CO NT'D): 41\n\nCHARLIE (cont'd)\nEight weeks on tour, opening for\nsome band called \"Meat Coat.\"\nFirst show's in Los Angeles.\nL.A., Ian! Lotta record\ncompanies... It's a chance to get\nback on a label... A real one...\nIt's our comeback...\n\nIAN\nCharlie... I don't want to come\nback.\n\nAnd this takes the wind RIGHT OUT of Charlie's sails. He\nslides his sunglasses up, confused, DESPERATE --\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Well... Here's the thing...\nThey won't book \"Drive Shaft\"\nwithout you...So, I'm asking you as\na BROTHER -- the way you asked me --\n\nIAN\nCharlie, it's taken me a long time\nto clean up. I can't go back to --\n\nAnd Ian suddenly STOPS. Looking at CHARLIE'S EYES --\n\nIAN (cont'd)\nOh... man. Oh, man, baby brother,\nyou're still using, aren't you?\n\nCharlie puts the sunglasses back down to cover his eyes.\nCHARLIE IAN\nDon't change the bloody\nsubject -- -- You said you'd get help,\nman --\n-- You gonna do this bloody\ntour with us or -- -- That's why you haven't\nbeen returning my calls...\n-- I lost your sodding\nnumber, okay?\n-- You're still a junkie --\n\nCHARLIE\nWell... you did this to me!\nA LONG BEAT, as Ian stares at him. Then, SYMPATHETICALLY...\n\n45.\n41 (CO NT'D): (2) 41\n\nIAN\nListen. Why don't you stay with us\nfor a few weeks? Karen and me...\nWe can get you help. Sydney's got\nsome really good programs--\n\nCHARLIE\nForget it.\n\nHe gets up, knocking over his lemonade, and walks away. Ian\nstands, wants to follow, but can't leave his Little Girl...\n\nIAN\nDon't go --\nCHARLIE\n(his back to Ian)\nThanks for helping, brother.\n\nIAN\nCharlie... stay. Please.\nCLOSE ON CHARLIE, tracking back with him. Ian in the\nbackground, calling after him.\n\nIAN (cont'd)\nI'm just looking out for you --\n\nCHARLIE\nYou NEVER --\n(stops himself; pure RAGE)\nI've got a plane to catch.\n\nAs Charlie exits frame, we're left with the sight of Ian,\nstanding on his manicured lawn, helpless to stop Charlie --\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - JACK'S CAVE - DAY\n42 42\n\nON JACK'S FACE, as he catches his breath. And with the dust\nclearing, he can see the perspiration on Charlie's brow...\nthe goose bumps... the watery eyes and dilated pupils...\n\nJACK\nHow long's it been, Charlie?\n\nCharlie pulls away. Puts on a smile.\n\nCHARLIE\nDon't know what you're talking\nabout --\n\n46.\n42 (CO NT'D): 42\n\nJACK\nHow long since your last fix?\nCharlie looks at him, too fucking worn down to deny it...\n\nCHARLIE\nAlmost a day and a half now.\n\nAnd that's when we realize it. Charlie DIDN'T take his drugs\nback from Locke. As Jack sits up --\n\nJACK\nHow's the withdrawal treating you?\nAny hallucinations?\nCHARLIE\nOther than the conversation you and\nI had in the jungle about an hour\nago, no, not really. You have a\nwonderful falsetto, by the way.\n\nJACK\nWhy didn't you say something, man?\nI could've helped you through it.\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah -- You thinking I'm not only\nuseless, but a junkie to boot.\n\nJACK\nYou're not useless. Took a lot of\nguts getting in here, trying to\nrescue me. I won't forget that.\nCharlie and Jack share a look. Charlie manages a smile.\n\nCHARLIE\nFor the rest of our lives?\n\nJACK\n(seeing the humor)\nAt the rate we're using up the\noxygen in here? Yeah... that won't\nbe too long.\n\nThey chuckle over that for a beat, until Charlie stops,\nseeing something. Jack notices the odd look on his face.\n\nJACK (cont'd)\nWhat's wrong?\n\n47.\n42 (CO NT'D): (2) 42\n\nCHARLIE\nThere's a moth.\n\nJACK\nA what?\n\nCHARLIE\n(getting to his feet)\nRight there. Behind you. It's...\nThere's a bloody moth in here.\n\nHe points the flashlight just past Jack to reveal A MOTH.\nLuminous, ghostly, beautiful. It floats over to a nearby\nwall and disappears into an unnoticed crack high up.\nCHARLIE (cont'd)\nHey --\n\nCharlie climbs up on the boulder that once pinned Jack and\npeers into the crack. As Jack pulls himself to his feet,\nCharlie starts to dig. Clumps of dirt fall away --\nJACK CHARLIE\nCharlie! What are you --? -- Light! I can see light!\n\nCHARLIE (cont'd)\nThe wall here -- It's soft. Look!\n\nJack joins him, digging at the wall with his good hand.\nTogether they turn the crack into a larger hole. As light\nstreams in, FLARING THE LENS...\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - CAVE ENTRANCE - A LITTLE LATER\n43 43\nCLOSE ON KATE - exhausted, breathing hard as she continues to\ndig. She stops for a second to catch her breath and a hand\nreaches in and touches her arm. She turns to see...\n\nMICHAEL\nKate... You need to take a break...\n\nKATE\nI'm... fine...\n\nMICHAEL\nWe have enough people digging. You\nkeep going at this pace, you're\ngonna kill yourself...\n\nThen, a SHOUT from OFF SCREEN --\n\n48.\n43 (CO NT'D): 43\n\nWALT (O.S.)\nHey! It's the doctor!\nKATE and MICHAEL turn, as does everyone else. Walt is\npointing EXCITEDLY across the valley at --\n\nCHARLIE and JACK. Walking towards them. Dirty as all fuck,\nbut very much ALIVE.\n\nHURLEY\nWhat the--\n\nBut Kate is already running for them. And this is just\ninstinct because if she had time to think about it, she'd\nprobably never do it but --\n\nShe wraps her arms around Jack in the HUG OF ALL HUGS.\nJACK\nOw! Easy...\n\nAs the others CATCH UP. Hurley fucking THRILLED --\n\nHURLEY\nHow did you get out?\n\nJACK\nCharlie found a way.\n\nHurley puts his arm around Charlie's shoulder.\n\nHURLEY\nDude. You rock.\nAnd as we pull away from the joyous group, WE FIND...\n\nEXT. STEEP GRASSY INCLINE (KUALOA RANCH) - LATE AFTERNOON 44\n44\n\nSAYID. ANTENNA in position. Checks his watch. FIVE SHARP.\nHe takes a breath, offers a MUTTERED PRAYER ('Allaabu Akbar')\nand prepares to light his bottle rocket, THE ONE AND ONLY\nFAILSAFE he will have of signaling the others to turn on\n\ntheir antennas. He touches a match to the fuse -- WHOOSH!\nFOLLOW THE ROCKET UP AS IT EXPLODES IN THE SKY ABOVE HIM. ON\nSAYID, staring up as he prepares to activate the ANTENNA --\n\nSAYID\nAlright, everyone. It's your turn.\n\n49.\n\n45 EXT. BEACH - LATE AFTERNOON 45\n\nSHANNON casually chats with another young survivor, BETH, her\nbottle rocket ignored next to her.\n\nSHANNON\n...Malibu most of the year, but the\nguys there are such idiots...\nBETH\nHey, what's that? Fireworks?\n\nShannon turns around and sees Sayid's bottle rocket exploding\nhigh in the sky... ONLY THEN does she remember her MISSION --\nSHANNON\nOh, dammit, dammit, dammit --\n\nAnd as Shannon LUNGES FOR THE BOTTLE ROCKET, WE CUT BACK TO --\n46 EXT. STEEP GRASSY INCLINE (KUALOA RANCH) - LATE AFTERNOON 46\nSayid. His face LIGHTS UP as Shannon's bottle rocket\nEXPLODES in the SKY OVER THE BEACH.\n\nSAYID\nCome on, Kate. One more...\n\nBUT NOTHING IS HAPPENING. No bottle rocket. Sayid begins to\nlook nervous for a moment, then... SWOOSH -- the third bottle\nrocket EXPLODES above the jungle. And although it's lost on\nSayid, we can't believe Sawyer actually came through.\nSAYID switches on his antenna, the one connected to the\ntransceiver -- and we see CLOSE ON TRANSCEIVER - Bars. He's\ngetting BARS.\n\nSAYID (cont'd)\nYes! Yes, yes, yes!\n\nAs he slowly pivots his body away from CAMERA, trying to find\nthe source... A SHADOW falls over him. Someone is behind\nhim. Sayid senses it, but before he can turn...\n\nWHAM! A LARGE ROCK in the hand of someone we don't see SLAMS\ndown on Sayid's head!\n\nAnd as Sayid CRASHES to the ground, unconscious...\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\n50.\n\nACT FIVE\n\n47 INT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT 47\n\nPAN ACROSS the scene. It's an hour later and things are\nsettling down in the valley after Charlie and Jack's return.\nSome of the people from the beach, including Scott and Steve,\nhave lingered... There's almost a celebratory feel.\n\nCHARLIE and JACK sit in front of a campfire, blankets draped\nover their shoulders as Hurley stops by to give them water.\nCharlie holds up his cut with a shaky hand...\n\nHURLEY\n(to Charlie)\nDude. You feeling okay? You look\na little...\n\nJACK\nFlu. He's got the flu.\n\nCharlie and Jack share a look, an unspoken pact between them.\n\nHURLEY\nOh, man. That's rough. After all\nyou've been through... Fightin' a\nflu bug...\n\nAs he moves on, Charlie catches sight of...\n\nHIS POV - LOCKE, cooking the boar on a spit over a fire.\n\nCharlie looks at his trembling hands for a beat, then stands.\n\nCHARLIE\n(to Jack)\nI'm just gonna... stretch my legs.\n\nJack nods and Charlie moves off... We go with Charlie for a\nbit until he crosses by\n\nMICHAEL and WALT - We stay on them as a happy Walt climbs the\ncave walls, Michael holding VINCENT by his leash...\n\nWALT\nThis place is so cool. Can we live\nhere?\n\nBefore Michael answers, he looks over his shoulder and we\nRACK FOCUS on\n\nJIN and SUN - at another fire across the camp.\n\n51.\n47 (CO NT'D): 47\n\nRACK BACK to MICHAEL as he contemplates the complicated\nrelationship he has with both.\n\nMICHAEL\nWe'll, uh... talk about it, pal...\n\nAnd for Walt, that's good enough for now...\n48 48\nINT. VALLEY - LOCKE'S CAMP - CONTINUOUS\nON LOCKE, turning the boar on the spit when he hears:\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nGive them to me.\nLocke looks up to see Charlie, and gives a heavy sigh.\n\nLOCKE\nThis is the third time, you know.\nAre you sure you really want --\n\nCHARLIE\nI'm sure.\nLocke nods, pulls the baggie of powder from his pocket.\nHands it to Charlie. Charlie regards the grimy bag in his\nhand -- THEN TOSSES IT INTO LOCKE'S FIRE.\n\nLocke looks up at him. Too hard to read. Maybe impressed.\nMaybe surprised. Maybe exactly what he expected. Then --\n\nLOCKE\nI'm proud of you, Charlie. Always\nknew you could do it.\nCharlie nods, then suddenly notices...\n\nHIS POV - SEVERAL MOTHS, dancing in the air near the flame\nthey're forever drawn to. And while Charlie continues to\nstare at them... LOCKE continues to stare at him. Smiling\nthat smile.\n49 49\nINT. VALLEY - JACK'S FIRE - CONTINUOUS\nON JACK, still sitting by the fire when he hears:\n\nKATE (O.S.)\nHey --\n\nJack smiles as Kate sits down to join him.\n\n52.\n49 (CO NT'D): 49\n\nKATE (cont'd)\nMade you something...\n\nShe shows him a loop of material, the ends tied in a knot.\n\nJACK\n(touched)\nOhh. My very first sling.\n\nEXTRA CLOSE and INTIMATE as Kate pulls the blanket off him,\ndrapes the sling around his neck, and gently eases his sore\narm into it.\n\nJACK (cont'd)\nThank you.\n\nShe smiles... Then, a little uncomfortable, switches gears:\n\nKATE\nSo... These are the safe caves you\nwere going on about.\n\nJACK\nOkay, one unsafe cave in this whole\nvalley.\n\nKATE\nThat you know of.\n\nAfter a beat...\n\nJACK\nDoes that mean you're going back to\nthe beach?\nKATE\nSayid should be back there by now.\nIf his plan worked...\n\nJACK\nThen we're one step closer to\ngetting off this island.\n\nKate nods. And there's so much here. What it all means.\nBut for now, he's just gonna let it be.\n\nJACK (cont'd)\nThanks for the sling, Kate.\n\nKATE\nYou're welcome.\n\n53.\n49 (CO NT'D): (2) 49\n\nAnd OFF THESE TWO, we find --\n50 50\nEXT. STEEP GRASSY INCLINE (KUALOA RANCH) - NIGHT\nSAYID, lying on the ground right where we left him. His eyes\nslowly blink back to consciousness.\n\nHe sits up, disoriented. His HEAD THROBBING. Trying to\nremember what happened.\n\nAnd it all comes back to him when he sees the antenna --\nSMASHED on the ground by his side.\n\nSAYID\nNo...\n\nAnd then he spots something. Crosses over. PICKS IT UP--\n\nTHE TRANSCEIVER, also completely destroyed.\nAnd as the awful truth washes over Sayid's face -- that\nsomeone doesn't want the castaways finding the source of the\nFrench transmission -- WE...\n\nBLACK OUT.\n\nTHE END"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"Confidence Man\"\n\nWritten by\n\nDamon Lindelof\n\nTEASER\n\n1 EXT. BEACH - SECLUDED AREA - DAY (DAY 9) 1\n\nA LONE FIGURE walks down the beach. We're nowhere near the\nWRECK. This is straight up PRISTINE. And the figure is --\n\n-- KATE. Carrying canvas bags overflowing with BANANAS as\nshe comes upon A PILE OF CLOTHES, folded neatly beside A PACK\nOF CIGARETTES and a worn PAPERBACK of WATERSHIP DOWN.\n\nCurious, Kate kneels to examine the book -- then, a SHOUT --\n\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nHelluva book.\nKate stiffens, turns to the WATER. Finds SAWYER, bare-\nchested as he wades back to land. Smiles --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nIt's about bunnies.\n\nSawyer emerges from the water, walking toward her. The look\non Kate's face says it all as he steps into frame to reveal --\n\n-- he's BARE-ASS NAKED... and yeah, he could put his clothes\non, but nope, he's gonna stand here, waiting for a reaction.\n\nKate just looks at him -- and he just looks at her. Daring\nher eyes to drop. Finally:\n\nKATE\nWater's cold, huh?\n\nOuch. But Sawyer GRINS --\nSAWYER\nYou bet. How `bout you come a\nlittle closer and warm me up?\n\nOkay, she reviles the guy, but damn if there isn't chemistry\nhere. Not that she'd ever cop to it.\n\nKATE\nDoes this ever actually work?\nSAWYER\nDepends on what you mean by \"this?\"\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 2.\n1 (CO NT'D): 1\n\nSAWYER\nKATE\nThis. This macho... -- \"Macho?\" Ain't heard that\none in awhile. Makes me\nwanna grow a mustache.\n\nKate just shakes her head. Why fucking bother?\n\nKATE\nYou sure know how to make a girl\nfeel special, Sawyer.\n\nWe PUSH IN TIGHT ON SAWYER as Kate walks off --\n2 2\nINT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK\n-- and, in LOUD, vocal response to Kate's comment --\n\nJESSICA\nOH YEAH, BABY, YEAH--!!!\n-- a SILHOUETTED COUPLE in the throes of passion: it's SAWYER\nand JESSICA (32), as attractive as she is acrobatic --\n\nSAWYER\n-- I LOVE YOU --!!!\n\n-- and we avoid most Standards and Practices issues with this\nGOLDEN AFTERNOON BACKLIGHT: we barely see them at all. But\ngimme a break -- it's clear what's up. So to speak.\n\nCUT TO VARIOUS SHOTS: HIS JEANS ON THE FLOOR. HER BRA AND\nDRESS. A PAPER-WRAPPED BOUQUET OF FLOWERS (From Sawyer?\nWow, that's unlike him...) And that's when we HEAR A BLOODY-\nMURDER-SCREAM of female ecstasy --\n\n-- and they both collapse, breathless, sweaty, and HAPPY.\n\nJESSICA\n...boy oh boy...\n\nSAWYER\n...Boy oh boy is right...\n\nHe laughs, kissing her hand. Still catching their breath, he\nlooks at her. Touches her face. Uncharacteristically sweet.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n...look at you.\n(then, with a smile)\nWhat do you want? Right now.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 3.\n2 (CO NT'D): 2\n\nStaring at him, her eyes actually fill up. Quietly:\n\nJESSICA\nHow could I want anything else...?\n\nSawyer hugs her. Kisses her. Holds her tight. She\nobviously means a great deal to him. But she sees something:\nJESSICA (CONT'D) SAWYER\nUh-oh, Baby--\nWhat?\nJESSICA (CONT'D) SAWYER\nI thought you had a meeting--\nYeah, it's not until six-\nthirty--\n\nJESSICA (CONT'D)\nBaby, it's six-twenty-eight.\n\nAnd Sawyer bolts back -- sees the time --\n\nSAWYER\nAre you --? Oh, damnit -- damnit --\nHoney, listen to me--\n\nJessica smiles: post-coital bliss.\n\nJESSICA\nGo, you go, I'll stay here, watch\nTV, order room service, get fat--\n\nSawyer kisses her stomach -- then bounds for the closet,\npulling up his pants.\nSAWYER\nYou order a chocolate sundae. When\nI get back I'll use you as a dish.\n\nJessica laughs, sitting up, sheets covering her breasts as\nSawyer pulls down a SUITCASE, which FALLS, SPILLS OPEN --\nJessica looks over to see the case... FILLED WITH CASH.\n\nAwkward. Sawyer freezes. Jessica is shocked. Sawyer stands\nthere, motionless and guilty. He avoids her gaze - but\nfinally his eyes meet hers. And all he can muster is:\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n...You, uh... weren't exactly\nsupposed to see that.\n\nAnd on the shock and oddity of the moment, we're BACK ON:\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 4.\n\n3 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 3\n\nSAWYER -- hair still wet and a smile on his face.\nHe walks through the jungle. Off the beaten path. It's\ndark. SECLUDED. Hears a NOISE up ahead and he tenses up.\nThe sound has triggered an alarm. ANIMAL INSTINCT takes\nover. Sawyer RUNS -- bursting through the BRUSH to find --\n\nA fellow CASTAWAY (RICHARD, 50's.) Rifling through some\nSUITCASES - tossing aside booze, cigarettes, sunscreen...\nAnd\n...this is a CACHE OF BOOTY from the plane crash.\nthere's no doubt it belongs to --\n\nSAWYER\nWhat're you doing in my stuff, son?\n\nRichard JUMPS at the sound of Sawyer's voice from behind him.\n\nA SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH PRE-LAPS into --\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nThis is gonna hurt.\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - INFIRMARY CAVE - DAY\n4 4\n\nA small amount of PEROXIDE spills onto a cloth in the hands\nof JACK. Sitting outside what we'll call THE INFIRMARY CAVE,\nJack cleans a nasty HEAD WOUND on --\n\nSAYID\nI can do this myself...\nJACK\nYou ready to tell me what happened?\n\nSAYID remains focused, denying himself the pain. We stay\nCLOSE -- this conversation feels private, CONSPIRATORIAL.\n\nSAYID\nWe were trying to triangulate the\ntransmission. The French woman.\n(OW; but talks on)\nI saw the flare from the beach --\nThen the flare from Sawyer's\nposition in the jungle. I turned\non my antenna, activated the\ntransceiver, then -- darkness.\n(intense)\nWhoever hit me came from behind.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 5.\n4 (CO NT'D): 4\n\nJACK\nThey destroyed the equipment?\n\nSAYID\n(that motherfucker)\nYes.\nJACK SAYID\nAny idea who it...?\n-- A coward.\n\nJACK\nWe'll figure this out, man. Don't\ndo anything that...\nAnd when Sayid looks at Jack, there is an ANGER -- a FIRE\nthat we have not seen in his eyes before.\n\nSAYID\nI will do what I need to do to find\nthe man responsible.\n\nON JACK as that sinks in for a moment before -- A SHOUT\nechoes through the caves --\n\nWOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)\nWhere's the doctor?! Help us!\nPlease!!!\n\nJack rushes out to see a frantic WOMAN hobbling in. Her name\nis MARYBETH (40's, pretty.)\n\nMarybeth breathes heavily -- the result of supporting her\nbeaten and bloody husband, whom we recognize as Richard: last\nseen pillaging Sawyer's stash.\n\nJack ducks under Richard's arm and helps him to the cave:\n\nJACK\nWho did this to you?\n\nAnd with fierce determination, the man manages a single word--\n\nRICHARD\nSawyer.\nAnd OFF JACK --\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF TEASER\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 6.\n\nACT ONE\n\n5 INT. THE VALLEY - INFIRMARY CAVE - DAY 5\n\nSitting on a ledge, Jack dabs another cloth infused with\nperoxide on a cut over Richard's eye. Richard winces:\n\nRICHARD\nI'm fine. It's just a scrape.\n\nJACK\nLots of scrapes today. I'm running\nout of peroxide.\n\nRICHARD\nI should've been able to take him.\nSonofabitch fights dirty.\n\nJACK\n-- yeah, I've seen that -- so you\nwanna tell me what happened?\n\nRichard points out MARYBETH, at the stream with HURLEY.\nRICHARD\nMarybeth's - my wife's - asthma.\n(off Jack's look)\nI packed a few inhalers for our\ntrip. Marybeth said put them in my\ncarry-on, but I said - hey -\nvacation's over, we're on the\nplane, she can't need more than the\none - right?\n(beat)\nThe one ran out yesterday. So I'm\nscouring the wreckage - Marybeth's\nfreaking - and then I see that\nbastard Sawyer just sitting there\nreading \"Watership Down.\"\n\nJACK\nYou're losing me...\n\nRICHARD\n\"Watership Down.\" It's a book. It\nwas in our luggage -- the stuff we\nchecked. Looked for the last week,\nbut we couldn't find it.\n(before Jack can ask)\nIf he's got my book, then he's got\nmy suitcase. He's got my suitcase,\nhe's got the inhalers. If she has\nan attack...\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 7.\n5 (CO NT'D): 5\n\nRichard STOPS. Looks up at Jack, complete desperation in his\neyes:\n\nRICHARD (CONT'D)\nIt'll be bad, man.\n\nAnd we're TIGHT ON JACK -- The look in his eyes makes it\nclear that he is ready to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT --\n6 6\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nWAVES CRASH as we find a more sparsely-populated BEACH. Many\nof the castaways have moved to the caves...\n...but not CLAIRE, who wears her FLOPPY HAT and sits in her\ndisembodied PLANE SEAT as she writes in her JOURNAL. So\nengrossed, she doesn't see --\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nMorning delivery!\n\nCHARLIE, offering TWO BOTTLES OF WATER. She smiles. There's\na nascent connection between these two, and yeah, even hints\nof ROMANCE.\n\nCLAIRE\nYou're sweet.\n\nCHARLIE\nFigured in your condition, y'know\nwith the extra \"baggage\"...\n\nCLAIRE\nI can still walk, you know.\nCHARLIE\nBarely. Anyway, I worry about you.\nOut here. It's very... sunny.\n\nCLAIRE\nThus my hat.\n\nCHARLIE\nRight. Hat. Sun hat. Brilliant.\n(then)\nLots of hats at the caves. And hey\n-- we've got a doctor, too.\nThat'll come in handy, eh?\n\nCLAIRE\n(giggles; but)\nI like the beach, Charlie.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 8.\n6 (CO NT'D): 6\n\nClaire smacks her leg. Something just BIT her.\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Who wouldn't want to spend\ntheir day with sand fleas?\n\nCLAIRE\nI want to be here, Charlie.\n(serious; believing)\nFor when we get rescued.\n\nCHARLIE\nRight. For when we get rescued.\nAnd OFF CHARLIE, knowing full well that ain't gonna happen...\n7 7\nEXT. BEACH - SAWYER'S TENT - DAY\nSawyer sits and smokes just outside his TENT on the beach,\ndoing something we haven't seen him do since the PILOT --\n\nReading his LETTER.\nWorn. Creased. A mystery. But whatever it says, it\nprovokes a strong, emotional reaction in Sawyer - and it\nlooks a lot like PAIN. But Sawyer's reverie is broken as he\n\nhears a question -- posed more as a guttural threat:\nJACK (O.S.)\n\nWhere is it.\nSawyer quickly folds up the letter, but he does not get up.\nSAWYER\nHey, Doc. Long time, no see.\n\nJACK\nWhere is it?\n\nSAWYER\nWhere's what?\n\nJACK\nThe woman's asthma medication.\nHer inhalers.\n\nSAWYER\nOh. That.\n\nJACK\nYou attacked a man because he was\ntrying to help his sick wife.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 9.\n7 (CO NT'D): 7\n\nSAWYER\nNo -- I whooped a thief `cause he\nwas going through my stuff--\n\nJACK\nYours? What makes it yours, man?\nYou think because you take it out\nof a suitcase --\n\nSAWYER\nLook -- I don't know what kinda\nCommie sharefest you're runnin'\nover in Cave Town -- but down here,\npossession's nine tenths and a\nman's got a right to protect his\nproperty.\n\nJack's had just about enough of this shit.\nJACK\nGet up.\n\nSAWYER\nWhy? You wanna see who's taller?\n\nJACK\nGet. Up.\n\nSAWYER\nYou sure you wanna make this your\nproblem, Doc?\n\nJACK\nYeah. I'm sure.\nAnd so, Sawyer gets up. Jack takes a step toward him -- so\nready to fucking rumble that he misses the arrival of --\n\nKATE (O.S.)\nWhat's going on.\n\n-- Sawyer turns to see KATE.\n\nSAWYER\nWe were just exchangin' recipes.\n\nJack REACTS to Kate's presence. FUCK. Doesn't want to kick\nSawyer's ass in front of her. Eager to take advantage of\nthis, Sawyer flashes that GRIN --\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 10.\n7 (CO NT'D): (2) 7\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nSorry we couldn't work things out,\nDoc.\n\nAnd as Kate wonders what she just stepped into, we STAY WITH\nSAWYER as he walks off -- CLOSING in and once we're TIGHT,\nPAN DOWN to see his fist closed tightly around THAT LETTER.\nAnd off that image we SMASH INTO:\n8 8\nINT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK\nThe SUITCASE FULL OF CASH. Over this we HEAR:\nJESSICA (O.S.) SAWYER (O.S.)\nYou told me you were going to I am -- Jess, this isn't\nBaton Rouge to close a deal -- exactly the kind of thing\nyou said it was \"too boring that's easy to describe--\nto explain\"--\n\nAnd we see SAWYER AND JESSICA -- she's in a bra and panties,\nhe's in his jeans, shirtless:\n\nSAWYER\nJust trust me. There isn't time to\nexplain. I'm already late and if I\ndon't make this meeting, this whole\nthing's a bust, all right?\n\nSILENCE. The two just stare. Sawyer feels guilty... and\nthen -- because he likes her -- he reluctantly decides \"fine\nat the risk of losing it all, here it is:\"\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nEver heard of Incentive Law?\n\nOf course not. He sighs, and then, in a kind, quiet voice:\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nEncourages foreign business here in\nNew Orleans -- Tax breaks. Shared\ninvestments. The government sets\nup these private funds. To\nsupplement foreign trade.\n\nJESSICA\nDo I need an Economics degree to\nunderstand why you have a suitcase\nfull of cash?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 11.\n8 (CO NT'D): 8\n\nSAWYER\nYou're looking at everything.\nEverything I got. Hundred and\nforty thousand dollars.\n\nShe watches him. Though that's a lot of money, her reaction,\nher lack of shock at that number, tells us a lot. She's\nfamiliar with money. Sawyer's almost sad as he speaks:\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nThere's an oil mining operation in\nthe Gulf of Mexico -- drilling\nplatforms. Three-hundred thousand\ndollars buys you one share.\n(beat)\nBut as soon as you make that\ninvestment, that fund kicks in and\ntriples your investment in two\nweeks. Triples it.\nJESSICA\nThree-hundred thousand.\n(off his look)\nYou got a hundred and forty.\n\nSAWYER\nThat would explain my meeting,\nwouldn't it?\n\nJESSICA\nYou're meeting with someone who has\nthe rest of the money?\n\nSAWYER\n(a sigh, then)\nThere's this Canadian guy, wants in\nfifty-fifty. Two weeks - we'll be\nsplitting almost a million bucks.\nIs it shady? Yeah. A little.\n(beat, a slow smile)\nBut I gotta. All right? I meet\nthe Canuck and make this deal\nhappen -- I can pay for a lot more\nhotel rooms, lemme tell you.\n\nA beat. Jessica's wheels turning. Then, ALL BUSINESS:\n\nJESSICA\nThere's another option.\n\nSAWYER\n...what's that?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 12.\n8 (CO NT'D): (2) 8\n\nJESSICA\nThat you don't go to the meeting.\nThat you stay here. That we make\nlove again. And that I give you\nthe hundred-and-sixty thousand.\nAnd we split it.\nSawyer stares at her -- a smile creeping up on his face.\n\nSAWYER\nHow the hell you gonna scare up a\nhundred-and-sixty thousand bucks?\n\nNow it's her turn to smile.\nJESSICA\nMy husband.\n\nOFF SAWYER, CLOSE ENOUGH to get the sense that he is most\ndefinitely running some kind of GAME here --\n\nJACK (PRE-LAP)\n\nI'm gonna kill him.\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n9 9\nKate trails.\nJack storms down the beach, fucking FRUSTRATED.\nKATE\nThat won't get us the medicine.\n\nJACK\nMaybe not. But it'll feel good.\nKATE\nOkay. So what's stopping you?\nHe thinks\nJack looks at Kate -- SURPRISED. She's serious.\nabout it. Shakes his head --\n\nJACK\nWe're not savages yet, Kate.\n\nShe nods. Then --\nKATE JACK\nLet me talk to Sawyer.\n-- What?\n\nKATE\nI can reason with him.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 13.\n9 (CO NT'D): 9\n\nJACK\nThis guy doesn't know reason.\nKATE\nMaybe not. But my plan is still\nbetter than yours.\n\nJack looks at her. Fortunately, he likes Kate more than he\nhates Sawyer. Smiles despite himself.\n\nJACK\nWhat makes you think he'll listen?\n\nKATE\nHe says we have a connection.\n\nAnd although he's probably not aware of this consciously,\nJack might just be a little JEALOUS when he says:\n\nJACK\nDo you?\n\nKATE\nPlease.\nAnd as we can't help but notice that wasn't exactly a\ndenial...\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - LOCKE'S AREA - DAY\n10 10\n\nLOCKE stands in front of his \"cave cubby,\" weaving palm\nfronds between bamboo poles to make a wall that will provide\nhim with some privacy from the others.\nSAYID (O.S.)\nLocke...\n\nLocke turns to see Sayid approaching him, a man on a mission.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nWhere were you last night?\n(off Locke's look)\nLast night. Around sunset.\n\nLocke narrows his eyes at him, getting the gist.\n\nLOCKE\nOh, yes. You were attacked. Heard\nabout that.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 14.\n10 (CO NT'D): 10\n\nSAYID\nAnd I heard you were in the jungle.\nAlone. Not terribly far from where\nit happened.\n\nLocke squints at him --\n\nLOCKE\nWell, I'm afraid the only witness\nto my whereabouts is the boar I was\nskinning for our dinner.\n\nSayid glares at the ground. Locke studies him, then...\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nYou were attempting to boost the\nsignal on the transceiver. Send\nout a distress call.\n\nSAYID\nMore or less.\n\nLOCKE\nSo it would seem whoever attacked\nyou has reasons for not wanting to\nget off the island.\n(pointedly)\nMaybe someone who is... profiting\nfrom our current circumstances?\n\nSayid eyes him for a long beat. Understanding.\n\nSAYID\nIs there someone you're meaning in\nparticular?\n\nLOCKE\nOh, you know who I'm meaning.\n(beat)\nAnd from what I've seen... you and\nMr. Sawyer do share a certain\nanimosity.\n\nSAYID\nHe has an alibi. Just before I\nwas... struck... he set off a\nbottle rocket, a signal we'd worked\nout, two kilometers away... he\ncould not have had the time to --\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 15.\n10 (CO NT'D): (2) 10\n\nLOCKE\nUnless he'd found a way to time\ndelay the fuse on his rocket.\n\nSayid looks at him --\n\nSAYID\nHow could he possibly--\n\nLOCKE\nAnyone with basic military training\nknows how to improvise a slow fuse.\n(then)\nUse a cigarette.\nAs Sayid loses himself in this thought, Locke reaches into\nhis gear, pulls out a large KNIFE, and holds it out to Sayid.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nIn case there's a next time.\n\nSayid stares at the knife, then at Locke, deciding it may not\nbe a bad idea to be prepared. As Sayid takes the knife...\n11 11\nEXT. BEACH - CLEARING - DAY\nAn AXE slams down into a piece of WOOD, splitting it in half.\nREVEAL SAWYER, sweating as he tosses the pieces into a PILE.\nHe reaches for another piece of DRIFTWOOD AS --\n\nKATE (O.S.)\nSo what do you want?\nSawyer glances to see KATE, but just keeps on chopping:\n\nSAWYER\n`Scuse me?\n\nKATE\nWhat do you want, Sawyer?\nSAWYER\nFreckles, I got so many answers to\nthat question I wouldn't even know\nwhere to start.\n\nKATE\nWhat do you want for the inhalers?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 16.\n11 (CO NT'D): 11\n\nSAWYER\nHuh. Good question. Hang on a\ntick. What do I want?\n\nCRACK. Splits another piece of wood. Then, turns to Kate.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nA kiss ought to do it.\n\nKATE\nWhat?\nSAWYER\nA kiss. From you. Right now.\nKate just stares. He can't possibly... but he stares back.\nYeah. He's serious. Kate shakes her head, ANGRY now --\nKATE SAWYER\nI don't buy it.\n-- Buy what?\n\nKATE\nThe act. You try too hard, Sawyer.\nI ask you to help a sick woman and\nyou want me to kiss you? No one\ncan be that disgusting.\n\nON SAWYER, getting pissed. Why? Because maybe Kate's a\nlittle close to the mark here. And she's not done --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nI've seen you, y'know.\nSAWYER\nSeen me what?\nKATE\nWith that piece of paper. The one\nyou keep in your wallet. I've seen\nyour face when you read it. And\nthe way you fold it up so\ncarefully. It means something to\nyou. So play your games all you\nwant -- but I know there's a human\nbeing in there somewhere.\n(beat: compassionate)\nGive me the medication. Please.\n\nAnd that just sits there for a few beats. Just let it sink\nin. Did she actually get through to him? Then:\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 17.\n11 (CO NT'D): (2) 11\n\nSAWYER\nYou think you understand me?\nKATE SAWYER\nYeah. I think I --\n-- Shut up.\n\nKate recoils. The pure VENOM in Sawyer -- not the playful\nrogue we're used to. No. This is serious.\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nWanna know what kind of human being\nI am?\nAnd he reaches into his pocket. Removes the ENVELOPE.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nRead it.\n\nKate takes a few steps back -- scared -- but he grabs her\nwrist. TIGHT. Stuffs the letter into her other hand.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nRead it.\nHe lets go of her, but doesn't step back. Let there be no\nmisunderstanding here -- Kate better fucking do what he says.\n\nSo she unfolds the letter. A beat. Then:\n\nKATE\n\"Dear Mr. Sawyer. You don't know\nwho I am. But I know who you are.\nAnd I know what you done. You\nslept with my mother...\n(beat; slower now)\nAnd then you stole my dad's money\nall away. So he got angry and he\nkilled my mother. And then he\nkilled himself, too.\"\n\nSAWYER\nDon't stop now. You're gettin' to\nthe good part.\n\nKate looks at him. Trying to process all this. Not wanting\nto continue, but not really having a choice.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 18.\n11 (CO NT'D): (3) 11\n\nKATE\n\"All I know is your name. But one\nof these days I am gonna find you\nand I am going to give you this\nletter so you'll remember what you\ndone to me.\n(beat)\nYou killed my parents, Mr. Sawyer.\"\n\nAnd that's it. Sawyer waits a moment. Hoping Kate's eyes\nwill come back up to meet his...\n\n...but she can't. He reaches out, snatches the letter and\ngets in real close -- his voice part whisper, part GROWL --\nSAWYER\n(more a vitriolic \"fuck\nyou\" than any real\nrequest)\n\nNow how `bout that kiss.\nBut of course Kate is just frozen -- stunned -- and so, after\n\na long beat.\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n...I didn't think so.\n\nAnd Sawyer turns and walks away. But we're settling into an\nECU OF KATE -- stricken.\n\nAnd as her eyes finally come up to him go...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 19.\n\nACT TWO\n\n12 INT. THE VALLEY - OUTSIDE THE INFIRMARY CAVE - NIGHT 12\n\nThe IMPACTFUL SOUND OF DRY WHEEZING BRINGS US INTO -\nC.U. on MARYBETH. On a blanket against the outside of the\nINFIRMARY CAVE. Jack tends to her. Richard looks on.\n\nJACK\nYou need to try to relax.\n(beat)\nHow often do you get these attacks?\n\nMARYBETH\nAt home... maybe once a week...\n\nRICHARD\nShe's been getting them almost\nevery day since the crash.\n\nMarybeth is suddenly struck by a COUGHING FIT. Jack helps\nher sit up. The coughing calms, replaced by a DRY WHEEZE --\n\nJACK\nMarybeth. Just hang in there,\nokay? I'll get you through this.\n\n-- and OFF JACK, his eyes betraying his words...\n13 13\nANGLE ON SUN - ACROSS THE VALLEY\nWe find SUN, watching. She then crosses to JIN, filling up a\nbottle of water at the SPRING. She speaks to him in Korean:\nSUN\nThat woman... She's very ill.\n\nJIN\nThe doctor is taking care of her.\n\nSUN\nI think I can help her.\n\nJIN\nLeave it to the doctor. This is\nnot our problem.\n\nSUN JIN\nBut--\n-- Let it go.\n\nAnd OFF SUN, not willing to let it go at all...\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 20.\n\n14 RESUME ON JACK 14\n\nGoing through his MEDS. Looking for anything that could help\n-- and then he senses something -- even before he sees it --\nJack looks across the valley to find:\n\nSAWYER. Striding in like he owns the place, he crosses to\nthe STREAM to refill his bottles.\n\nJack is BUMBLEFUCKED: he can't believe this guy...\nJack moves\n...but that quickly wears off. Playtime's over.\nSTRAIGHT TOWARD SAWYER. Sawyer sees him coming. Rises to\nmeet the welcome party as --\nJACK\nWhat are you doing here?\n\nSAWYER\nGetting water. That a problem?\n\nJACK\nGive me the inhalers. Now.\nSAWYER\nHell -- I was wonderin' when you\nwere gonna stop asking nice.\n\nSawyer SMILES, raises the bottle to his mouth -- and Jack's\nfist moves so fucking fast we barely register it -- WHAM!\n\nSawyer stumbles back -- hand goes to his BUSTED LIP. Looks\nat his own blood. Then back up to Jack --\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nWell it's about time, cowboy.\nDidn't think you had it in...\nSawyer's head whips around...\nWHAM! Jack POUNDS HIM again.\ndrops to ONE KNEE.\n\nAnd by now some of the OTHERS have gathered around. Notably,\nSAYID and RICHARD. Sawyer looks up, revels in the attention--\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n\nWhoo! That's it! I've been\ntelling you since day one that\nwe're in the wild.\n\nAnd Jack draws his fist back to give him some more... but\nit's CLEAR that Sawyer has no intention of fighting back.\nHe's just WAITING FOR IT.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 21.\n14 (CO NT'D): 14\n\nAnd maybe it's his awareness that the others are watching\nhim... or maybe it's the fact that Sawyer is just begging for\nit -- that he wants Jack to hit him again --\n\nBut Jack lowers his fist. Not calm, but CONTROLLING it --\n\nAnd knowing that if he lets this go any further, he won't be\n\nable to STOP.\nSo with an almost inhuman display of self-control, Jack\nSTRIDES OFF --\n\n-- and as we settle CLOSE ON SAWYER, his eyes flickering with\nthe defeat of a man whose bait has not been taken...\n15 EXT. NEW ORLEANS DINER - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 15\n\nDAVID (PRE-LAP)\nThe money comes from -- what?\n16 16\nINT. NEW ORLEANS DINER - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\nA dive -- a place for shady deals. Jessica sits beside DAVID\n(36), her good-looking husband. David leafs through a thick\nPROSPECTUS on the oil-drilling operation.\n\nSAWYER looks up from across their shared booth. He's sharp.\nSuit, designer glasses: this guy cleans up good -- and it's\nclear that David likes Sawyer, wants to believe him.\n\nSAWYER\nIncentives from a foreign\ninvestment. Listen -- David, I'm\nnot sure this is a good idea--\nJESSICA\nWhy not?\n\nSAWYER\n`Cause business between friends is\nalways a little sticky.\n(to David)\nI don't know you well, but I know\nyour wife. Working with her at the\nbank, I'm not sure I'm comfortable--\n\nDAVID\n(back to the Prospectus)\n-- Louisiana will invest two-thirds\nof the drilling cost? What is\nthis... a loophole?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 22.\n16 (CO NT'D): 16\n\nSAWYER\nLook, David -- you're reluctant and\nI get it. You got your car\ndealership, you don't need this--\nJESSICA DAVID\nWe should do this --\n-- Jess, I don't even know\nthis guy--\n\nJESSICA\n(to Sawyer)\nShow him the cash.\nDAVID\nYou have it with you?\n\nSawyer looks around. Pulls out a briefcase. Spins it toward\nDavid. David pauses, opens it slightly. Peeks. Holy shit.\nDAVID (CONT'D)\n...How do I know this is real?\n\nSAWYER\n(incredulous)\nThe money? Hell --\n(smiles, friendly)\n-- Take it, check it out, I don't\ncare. I know where your wife\nworks, you aren't going anywhere.\n\nSawyer watches David, pondering -- until Sawyer unexpectedly\ngets up, grabs his briefcase and slaps down a twenty for\ntheir food:\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nListen. Don't worry, I got other\ninvestors lined up --\n\nJESSICA\n-- David--\n\nSAWYER\n(shakes hands with David)\nGreat to meet you --\n(to Jessica)\n-- And I'll see you Monday.\n\nSawyer heads out. David and Jessica recede as we stay tight\non Sawyer - walking - and JUST AS HE GETS TO THE DOOR:\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 23.\n16 (CO NT'D): (2) 16\n\nDAVID\nWait!\n\nSawyer allows himself a snide little smile. He owns these\npeople now. Sawyer takes his time walking back --\n\nDAVID (CONT'D)\n(salivating)\nYou said we could... take the\nmoney... check it out?\n\nSAWYER\nI need to know in twenty-four\nhours. You're in? Great. You're\nout. Great.\n\nSawyer puts down the briefcase, patting it like a child, then\nturns and goes... and as he walks away, the hook baited, we\nCLOSE IN ON HIS cold, sharklike intensity...\nA17 A17\nEXT. BEACH - MORNING - ESTABLISHING (DAY 10)\n\nThe sun rises on another DAY. Those remaining on the beach\ndoing their morning routines. And we find --\n\nEXT. BEACH - MORNING\n17 17\n\nCharlie and Claire, hanging WET CLOTHES on a makeshift\nCLOTHESLINE strung between two pieces of wreckage --\n\nCLAIRE\nWarm, clean towels. Like when they\nfirst come out of the dryer.\n(then)\nYour turn.\n\nCHARLIE\nBanoffi pie.\n\nCLAIRE\nYou said that already.\n\nCHARLIE\n(can taste it)\nThe toffee and cream. And crumbled\nbiscuits.\n\nCLAIRE\nIs food the only thing you miss?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 24.\n17 (CO NT'D): 17\n\nCHARLIE\nForgive me if the practicality of a\nclean towel eludes me. For God's\nsake, you're a pregnant woman!\nDon't you crave anything? Pickles?\nIce Cream? Fried Chocolate -\n\nCLAIRE\n- Peanut butter. I'm the only\nAustralian who loves peanut butter.\n\nCharlie processes this for a moment. Then, with a smile:\n\nCHARLIE\nI can get you peanut butter.\n\nCLAIRE\nRight. Sure you can.\n\nCHARLIE\nIndeed... and when I provide you\nwith your revered peanut butter,\nyou must vacate this sandy strip of\ndepression and move to the caves.\n(puts out his hand)\nDeal?\n\nClaire laughs. Doesn't quite think he'll get any peanut\nbutter, but still likes this guy. Puts her hand in his.\n\nCLAIRE\nYou're on.\n\nAnd OFF CHARLIE, wondering where the hell he is going to find\nfucking PEANUT BUTTER, we drop right into the middle of:\n\n18 INT. THE VALLEY - INFIRMARY CAVE - DAY 18\n\nThis is how LOST does E.R.\nA WHITE KNUCKLE MEDICAL CRISIS.\n\nRICHARD\nHELP! SHE'S NOT -- HELP!\n\nA FRANTIC Richard leans over MARYBETH as LOUD RASPS emerge\nfrom her throat -- trying to get AIR. Jack rushes over:\nRICHARD (CONT'D)\nIt's an attack -- she needs her...\n\nJack pushes Richard aside -- his emergency training kicking\nin -- Marybeth tries to rise, but Jack holds her down --\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 25.\n18 (CO NT'D): 18\n\nJACK\nMarybeth? Listen to me. Look at\nme, okay?\n\n-- GASP. GROAN. She SUCKS at the air. Shit. It's scary.\nJACK (CONT'D)\n(stern, but gentle)\nYou need to listen now. This isn't\njust your asthma. It's anxiety.\nIt's in your head.\n\nMARYBETH\nN... No...\nA SMALL GROUP has gathered, including Sayid and Hurley... but\nJack is focused on Marybeth -- his eyes never leave hers --\nhis only option is to TALK HER DOWN --\n\nJACK\nYou know you're out of medicine, so\nyou're panicking. But we can fight\nthis. Together. Okay?\n(no response)\nNod your head, Marybeth.\n\nShe nods. More RASPY ATTEMPTS at breath.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nBreathe in through your nose.\nSlowly.\n\nShe tries to suck in air through her mouth.\nJACK (CONT'D)\nNo. Through the nose. Like this.\n\nHe demonstrates. She tries to copy him. Her breaths are\nshaky. It's like she's convulsing.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nNow hold one of my arms and squeeze\nas hard as you can. Squeeze my\narm, Marybeth.\n(as she does)\nHarder.\nShe digs her fingernails into his forearm. Practically draws\nblood. But Jack can't feel it.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 26.\n18 (CO NT'D): (2) 18\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nGood. Good. Now again... In\nthrough the nose.\n\nShe looks over at Richard.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nDon't look at him. Look at me! In\nthrough the nose. Slow. Now --\nloosen your grip. Let go...\n\nShe lets go, relaxing... finally breathing.\nJACK (CONT'D)\nOkay. You're getting air. Your\ncolor's coming back.\n\nHe's lying. But her eyes flash with hope.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nSee? I knew you could do this.\nIt's passing. Can you feel it?\n\nMARYBETH\n(weakly)\nYes.\n\nJACK\nNow. Again.\n\nHe draws a deep breath through his nose. She does the same --\ndraws a full, deep breath and exhales. AFTER A FEW MOMENTS\nOF CONSISTENT BREATHS -- Jack looks up at Richard, beckons\nhim to come take over. As he does, Jack stands and says in a\nhushed tone, so only Richard can hear --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nTry to get her to sleep.\n\nRichard nods as he tends to his wife, and Jack heads for the\ncave entrance, fuming. Sayid and Hurley are there.\n\nHURLEY\nWow, man. That was awesome. That\nwas like a... Jedi moment.\n\nBut Jack just walks on -- and Sayid falls in beside him.\n\nSAYID\nWhat will happen if she doesn't get\nher medicine?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 27.\n18 (CO NT'D): (3) 18\n\nJack answers that one with a LOOK. Sayid understands.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nThen we must make Sawyer hand it\nover.\n\nJACK\nThat's what I'm gonna do--\n\nSAYID\n\nNo: not you. Me.\n(off Jack's stare)\nI served five years in the\nRepublican Guard.\nJACK\nI thought you were a communications\nofficer.\n\nBeat. Sayid doesn't like to talk about this. But --\n\nSAYID\nYes. And part of my training\nentailed getting the enemy to\ncommunicate.\n\nPUSH IN on JACK, getting his meaning --\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nGive me ten minutes with him.\nHe'll give us the medicine.\n(beat, wanting Jack's\napproval)\nYes?\nON JACK -- wrestling with his ethics. Seconds hand like\nhours -- until he finally looks hard at Sayid and says,\nfirmly:\n\nJACK\nYes.\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 28.\n\nACT THREE\n\n19 INT. SAWYER'S TENT - DAY 19\n\nTIGHT ON Sawyer, napping in his tent. NOISES. Something\ncoming INSIDE. Sawyer's eyes FLY OPEN -- SEES --\n\nSayid standing over him with a crowbar-sized PIECE OF\nWRECKAGE --\n\nSAYID\nGood morning.\n\nAnd as the wreckage SWINGS TOWARDS CAMERA... BANG!\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n20 20\n\nHANDHELD. INTENSE. Jack & Sayid, fierce determination,\nliterally DRAGGING an unconscious Sawyer off the beach.\n\nFIND KATE riding in their wake --\n\nKATE\nWhat are you doing?\nSAYID\nWe're solving a problem. Do not\nconcern yourself.\n\nKATE\n(catching on)\nYou're going to torture him?\n\nJack's eyes FLASH. But he says nothing. Ain't happy about\nit, but COMMITTED to it. He and Sayid have now reached the\nTREE LINE. Kate reaches out, grabs him by the arm --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nJack -- if you do this...\n(beat)\nYou're no better than he is.\n\nJACK\nThis was his choice. Not mine.\n\nAnd with that, he gently pulls his arm out of her grasp and\ndisappears into the JUNGLE. OFF KATE --\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - SECLUDED AREA - DAY\n21 21\n\nMICHAEL, sitting near the entrance to the caves,\nfrustratingly trying to GUT A FISH -- and it's a MESS. He\ntries to scoop out guts and spatters himself in the face.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 29.\n21 (CO NT'D): 21\n\nMICHAEL\nDamn stupid --\n\nSUN\nMichael?\n\nMichael reacts with a start to find SUN standing just outside\nthe caves, looking around nervously.\n\nMICHAEL\nOh. Hey.\n\nHe puts his fish down, brushes himself off as best as he can\nand joins her behind a stone wall just outside the caves.\nSUN\nThe sick woman...\n\nSun simulates RASPY BREATHING. Michael gets it --\n\nMICHAEL\nYeah. Asthma.\n\nSUN\nYes. Asthma.\n(beat)\nI think I can help her.\n\nAnd OFF MICHAEL, wondering just what she needs HIM for --\n22 22\nEXT. THE VALLEY - DAY\nWe find CHARLIE, man on a mission, nipping at HURLEY's heels.\nHURLEY\nAll the food from the plane's been\ngone over a week, dude.\n\nCHARLIE\nNo secret stash for \"emergencies?\"\nYou and Jack have all sorts of crap\nin that cave...\n\nHURLEY\nSorry, man. There's no peanut\nbutter, no peanuts, no nothing.\n\nCHARLIE\nThere's got to be something. I\nmean -- look at you...\n\nHurley stops dead in his tracks. Turns back.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 30.\n22 (CO NT'D): 22\n\nHURLEY CHARLIE\nLook at what?\n-- Nonono, listen--\n\nHURLEY\nFat guy hoarding the food. That\nwhat you think?\n\nThat's exactly what he thinks. Tries to find the response.\nIt's complicated:\n\nCHARLIE\n--Well no, that's not what I think--\nno -- I... we have been here two\nweeks and you haven't really, uh...\n\nHURLEY\nSlimmed down much?\n\nCHARLIE\nAll I need's a bag of peanuts---\n\nHURLEY\nI have no food, okay? And for that\nrecord, I'm down a notch on my\nbelt! All right? I'm a big guy,\nokay? It'll probably be a while\nbefore you'll wanna give me a\npiggyback ride.\n\nHurley shakes his head, starts walking again. Charlie\nfollows, feeling like quite the shit --\n\nCHARLIE\nSorry. I shouldn't've... Bad form.\n\nHURLEY\n(beat; forgiving)\nYeah. I'm used to it.\n\nA beat. They walk on. Another beat. Then --\n\nCHARLIE\nSo, not even a single bag of...?\n\nHURLEY\nDude.\nCHARLIE\nOkay. Sorry.\n\nAnd OFF CHARLIE, bummed about letting Claire down, we go to:\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 31.\n\n23 EXT. JUNGLE - DARK CLEARING - DAY 23\n\nWATER SPLASHES INTO THE FACE OF --\n\nSAWYER, his lip bleeding -- ROUSED AWAKE with a blast of\nwater to the face. COMING TO -- sputtering, spitting - gets\nhis bearings and sees...\n\nSAYID, standing over him, tossing aside the empty plastic\npail that held the water.\n\nBACK ON SAWYER, recognizing, as he pulls at them, his HANDS\nare tied behind his back, around the trunk of a tree. He\nshakes his head and glares at Sayid.\nSAWYER\nWell, ain't you the brave one?\nJumping a guy when he's nappin'--\n\nSayid crosses away, revealing -- JACK, standing a short\ndistance behind him, his arms crossed.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nHuh. Well now we got ourselves a\nparty. Couple more fellas, we can\ndeal a little stud.\n\nJack doesn't say a word, just stares at Sawyer.\n\nSNAP -- a dry CRACK brings Sawyer's attention back to Sayid\nwho has just BROKEN OFF A BAMBOO STALK.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n(faux frown)\nUh oh. I'm in trouble, ain't I?\n\nJACK\nWe gave you every chance to do the\nright thing, Sawyer. All we wanted\nwas the asthma medicine. Just tell\nme where your stash is. Where the\nmedicine is. And we'll stop.\n\nSAWYER\nStop what, Chico?\nSNAP! Jack looks over as Sayid breaks off another piece of\nBAMBOO. Turns back to Sawyer --\n\nJACK\nIt doesn't have to be this way.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 32.\n23 (CO NT'D): 23\n\nSawyer's smirk is gone, replaced by STEELY RESOLVE --\n\nSAWYER\nYeah. It does.\n\nJack and Sawyer stare at each other, then...\n\nCLOSE as Sayid kneels down beside Sawyer, just behind him,\nclose enough to speak into his ear. Begins to strip CHUTES\nfrom the bamboo --\n\nSAYID\nWe do not have bamboo in Iraq,\nthough we have something similar.\nReeds. But their effect is the\nsame when the chutes are inserted\nunder the fingernails.\n\nSawyer turns his head a bit to face Sayid --\n\nSAWYER\nKnow what I think, Ali? I think\nyou've never actually tortured\nanybody in your life.\n\nSayid takes that in, then...\n\nHE GRABS Sawyer's hand on the other side of the tree. BENDS\nTHE FINGERS BACK.\n\nON SAWYER, chuckling, despite himself...\n\nSAYID\n\nUnfortunately for us both, you're\nwrong.\n\nAnd this all happens mercifully BELOW FRAME as --\nSawyer\nSayid JAMS A CHUTE under one of Sawyer's fingernails.\nGRUNTS -- let's out a sharp hiss of PAIN.\n\nON JACK, standing by, averts his eyes. Conflicted. And\nSawyer?\n\nSAWYER\nThat's it? S'all you got?\nSplinters? No wonder we kicked\nyour ass in the Gulf War.\n\nAnd Sayid pushes the chute in deeper...\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 33.\n23 (CO NT'D): (2) 23\n\nPUSH IN ON JACK, an agonized expression on his face, as\nSawyer SCREAMS OUT in pain...\n24 24\nEXT. BEACH - MEANWHILE\nThe CAMERA pans off various beach dwellers, reacting to the\nDISTANT SCREAMING coming from the jungle, looking at each\nother, perplexed... We HEAR a couple ad-libs -- \"Oh my god.\"\nand \"It's about time someone did something about him.\" as we--\n\nPAN OVER to CLOSE-UP ON KATE, staring off into the jungle\nknowing all too well what that sound it...\n25 25\nEXT. JUNGLE - DARK CLEARING - MEANWHILE\nON JACK, still suffering through this as he hears SAWYER'S\nSCREAMS. Finally, he moves towards them --\n\nJACK\nSayid...\n(not hearing him)\nSAYID!\n\nON SAYID as he looks up at JACK --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nLet him catch his breath.\n\nON SAWYER, his head lolls, exhausted from his punishment as\nhis screams...\n\nSAWYER\nDon't... Don't stop now... Think my\nsinuses are finally clearin'...\nAnd Jack's had enough -- lunges at Sawyer -- GRABS his head\nand holds it face to face with him as he demands:\n\nJACK\nWhat the hell is wrong with you?!\nWhy are you making us do this?!\nJust tell us where the medicine is.\nSAWYER\nMore bamboo! Let's go! C'mon!\nC'MON!!!\nSAYID\nEnough of this --\n\nAnd Sayid slides up next to Jack -- and he's got LOCKE'S\nHUNTING KNIFE. Brings it within an inch of Sawyer's eye --\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 34.\n25 (CO NT'D): 25\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nPerhaps losing an eye will loosen\nyour tongue...\nSAWYER JACK\nMan, you're just a big,\nwalking cliche, ain't you? -- Sayid, this isn't--\n\nBut Sayid is moving the knife even CLOSER. MACRO-CLOSE. And\nhe's actually gonna fucking do it --\n\nSAWYER\nOkay! Okay, you win.\nSayid holds the knife steady --\n\nSAYID\nWhere is it?\n\nA beat. Then --\n\nSAWYER\nOnly person I'll tell --\n(directly to Jack)\nIs her.\n\nJack knows exactly who \"her\" is. Sayid looks at Jack, his\nknife still poised at Sawyer's eye.\n\nJACK\n...Kate?\n\nSAYID\nHe's stalling...\nSAWYER\nThat's the deal.\n(serious)\nTake it or leave it.\n\nON JACK, actually considering Sawyer's offer as we hear a\nGRAVELLY VOICE --\n\nKILEY (PRE-LAP)\nTell me, Sawyer - do you want to\ndie?\n\nINT. NEW ORLEANS POOLHALL - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\n26 26\n\nDark. Smoky. Decked out in deep red and nicotine yellow.\nSAWYER sits on a stool, smiling, looking straight ahead at --\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 35.\n26 (CO NT'D): 26\n\nKILEY (late 40's) - a bull-necked J.T. Walsh type in rolled\nup shirtsleeves and a tie - knocking pool balls into their\npockets without looking away from Sawyer.\n\nKILEY\n`Cause when a man walks into my\nplace and tells me he left a\nhundred and sixty thousand of my\nhard-won dollars in the care of a\ncivilian, I gotta ask myself if\nwhat I'm hearing isn't a desperate\ncry for the sweet release of death.\n\nKiley sinks the second to last ball on the table... then with\na FLICK of his wrist, has his cue against Sawyer's throat.\nSAWYER\nThat's why you're an accountant and\nI'm a genius, Mr. Kiley.\n\nSawyer's smirk remains firmly planted on his face as he\nmaneuvers his Zippo around the cue to light a cigarette --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nI closed a deal today. Big one.\n(off Kiley's look)\nSee, women are easy. A few cosmos\nand a couple of stunts they haven't\nseen between the sheets and they\nthink the scam is their idea. The\nhusbands -\n\nSawyer sticks up his index finger, uses it to move the cue\naway as he speaks.\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n- They need to touch the money.\nSmell it. Believe that if they had\nthe brass to put that suitcase in\nthe trunk of their Ford Taurus and\nspeed away they might just have a\nchance at being an honest-to-gosh\noutlaw. They need the rock-hard\nconviction that I handed them the\nchance to screw me.\n(then)\n(MO RE)\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 36.\n26 (CO NT'D): (2) 26\nSA WYER (CONT'D)\nThat kind of trust don't come\ncheap, but by the time Ken n'\nBarbie realize I blew out of town\nwith their life savings, she'll be\ntoo ashamed to call the cops and be\nshown up as a whore and he'll be\ntoo afraid to call the cops and be\nshown up as a sap.\n(beat)\nThing of beauty.\n\nKiley's impressed, but not TOO impressed --\n\nKILEY\nOkay, Tex -- You've got your grift\nso pat, what'd you need my money\nfor? Where's your seed from the\nlast couple you roped?\n\nSAWYER\nWhat can I say? I like earning it\nas much as I like spending it.\n\nKILEY\n(laughing)\nNo, Sawyer -- That's not why.\n\nAnd Kiley's laughter abruptly stops as he bores into Sawyer\nwith a stare so intense it could freeze vodka.\n\nKILEY (CONT'D)\nThe reason you can't hold on to\nmoney is you aren't in it for\nmoney. You're in it to make people\nsuffer, and in this \"accountant's\"\nmind, that makes you a liability.\n\nAnd for the first time, Sawyer's grin falters. Kiley just\nnailed him. A beat. Then --\n\nSAWYER\nYou got your baggage, I got mine.\n\nKILEY\nBe that as it may, I know a thing\nor two about making people suffer\nmyself...\n(leans in; scary)\nYou have my money -- plus fifty\npercent by noon tomorrow -- and\nI'll tell you all about it.\n\nAnd OFF SAWYER, completely at this man's mercy...\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 37.\n\n27 EXT. JUNGLE - DARK CLEARING - DAY 27\n\nWe came back OUT OF SAWYER'S HEAD to find --\n\nJACK standing, looking down at Sawyer -- arms still trussed\nbehind the tree. His eyes come up, full of VENOM for Jack.\nBut what Jack offers in return is CURIOSITY --\nJACK\nWhat's your problem, Sawyer?\nAnd that just hangs there for a few moments. And we're\nanticipating Sawyer's response when -- NOISE from the\nsurrounding jungle. Jack turns to see --\nSAYID returning. Behind him, KATE. And as soon as she sees\nSawyer tied up like an animal -- no matter what she thinks of\nthe guy -- There's a flash of VULNERABILITY.\nSAYID\nOkay. She's here. Now tell us.\n\nSAWYER\nUh uh. No.\n(beat)\nI want to talk to her alone.\n\nJack uncrosses his arms -- PISSED -- Sayid already moving\nback towards Sawyer --\n\nSAYID\nYou are through making requests...\n\nKATE\nStop.\n(then)\nI'll be okay. Just go. Let's get\nthis over with.\n\nSAWYER\nYou heard the lady. Scram.\n\nMan... Jack want to YANK this guy's head off, but --\n\nKATE\nJack --\n(he looks at her)\nI've got it.\n\nA BEAT. Jack turns his look to Sawyer, who offers up this\nshit-eating GRIN. Back to Kate --\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 38.\n27 (CO NT'D): 27\n\nJACK\nWe'll be close.\n\nAnd as Jack and Sayid (grudgingly so) walk off into the\njungle, CAMERA DROPS DOWN on the OTHER SIDE OF THE TREE to\nfind --\n\nSAWYER twisting his wrists around inside the bungee rope\n\nbinding them -- starting to working himself free.\nKate oblivious to this as she approaches him. Matter-of-fact\ntone undercut by concern --\n\nKATE\nWhat did they do to you?\n\nSAWYER\nNothin'. Just got a manicure.\n\nKATE\n(shakes her head; then)\nSo I'm here. Where is it?\n\nSAWYER\nHappy to tell you...\n(beat)\nSoon as I get that kiss.\n\nKATE\nWhat? -- Are you serious?\n\nSAWYER\nBaby, I'm tied to tree in the\nJungle of Mystery and I just got\ntortured by a damn spinal surgeon\nand a genuine I-raqi.\n(beat)\n`Course I'm serious.\n\nKate just looks at him. Not knowing quite WHAT to think.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nYou're not seeing the big picture\nhere, Freckles. You really gonna\nlet that woman suffocate `cause you\ncan't bring yourself to give me a\nlittle kiss? Hell -- it's only\nfirst base... lucky for you I ain't\ngreedy. I'm making it real simple\nhere -- you wanna be a hero or not?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 39.\n27 (CO NT'D): (2) 27\n\nON KATE. Yeah. It's fucking ridiculous... But dammit if he\ndoesn't make a compelling argument. And dammit if there\nisn't a strong contingent of women out there watching this\nshow who WANT her to do it.\n\nAnd we can see the moment in which she makes up her mind.\nKATE\nOkay.\n\nSAWYER\nOkay.\n\nKate approaches him. Squats down on her haunches. Gets\nclose. Looks into his eyes. He looks back.\n\nAnd her is the first kiss on LOST.\nWhat makes it interesting is that even though it starts out\nas a chore -- a necessity -- somewhere about three or four\nseconds in, it becomes something ELSE. And just before it\nactually goes from something else to REAL...\n\nKate pulls away.\nAnd we milk this delicious moment afterward for all it's\nworth. And despite the insanity of the circumstances under\nwhich it happened, both of them felt something. Finally --\n\nand when Sawyer talks to her now, it's softer -- that kiss\n\ndid something to him -- some of his swagger is gone -- he's\njust a man now --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nI don't have it.\nKATE\nWhat?\n\nSAWYER\nThe medicine. I don't have it.\nNever did.\n\nWHAT? Kate's head is spinning --\n\nKATE\nYour book -- they said you got it\nout of their suitcase...\n\nSAWYER\nWent in the drink with the rest of\nthe damn luggage from the tail.\nBook washed up on shore.\n(MO RE)\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 40.\n27 (CO NT'D): (3) 27\nSA WYER (CONT'D)\nHad to dry it out, but it's still a\ndamn good read. You'd like --\n\nSLAP! We didn't even see Kate's hand move. Sawyer's face\nrocks to the side. Damn -- she hit him hard. Sawyer turns\nback to her, blood trickling from his lip --\n\nBut she's already walking away.\n28 28\nEXT. JUNGLE - NOT FAR AWAY - DAY\nKate strides up to JACK AND SAYID --\n\nKATE\nHe doesn't have it.\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nSAYID\nHe's lying. He...\n\nKATE\nNo. He's not. Not about this.\n\nJack can't believe it. It makes no fucking sense. But while\nhe's stymied...\n\nSayid is fucking INCENSED. And he UNSHEATHES his KNIFE as he\nheads back the way Kate came as we CUT BACK TO --\n29 29\nEXT. JUNGLE - DARK CLEARING - DAY\nSAWYER. Working through the pain, he keeps his eyes on the\n\nprize - loosening the bonds around his wrists.\n-- and they're coming free - not a moment too soon - as\nSawyer looks up to see -\n\nSAYID arriving at the clearing - knife in hand - just as the\ncord finally comes undone-- Sawyer pulls his arms out and he--\n\nThrows himself at Sayid, holding out his arm to block Sayid's\nknife. Sayid twists, THUMPS Sawyer in the KIDNEY but --\n\n- Sawyer LUNGES for Sayid's KNIFE HAND, grabs his wrist --\nthe two in close quarters -- GRAPPLING as --\n\nJACK arrives at the clearing, Kate right behind him -\n\nJACK\nHEY!\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 41.\n29 (CO NT'D): 29\n\nHAND-HELD -- DIRTY as Sayid and Sawyer ROLL ON THE GROUND,\nPLAYING FOR FUCKING KEEPS and suddenly --\n\nSAWYER LETS OUT A CRY OF AGONIZING PAIN.\nSayid instantly freezes -- looks down to see his white shirt\nSTAINED WITH BLOOD --\n\nBut Jack is here and he's pushing Sayid aside because -\n\nThe knife is literally STICKING OUT OF SAWYER'S ARM -- lodged\ndeep in his BICEP -- and it is fucking GUSHING BLOOD --\nSAYID JACK\n-- He... he got loose --\nattacked me -- -- You hit an artery -\n\nSawyer in PAIN, but in some degree of SHOCK too. KATE\narrives, sees the knife impaling Sawyer's arm --\n\nKATE\nOhmygod...\n\nAnd Jack, medical instincts kicking in, wraps his head around\nthe hilt and --\n\nPULLS THE KNIFE RIGHT OUT!\n\nSawyer CRIS OUT IN PAIN - clenches down his teeth as Jack\nsticks his hand into the wound - trying to find the artery as\nSawyer reflexively SQUIRMS --\n\nJACK\nStay still, dammit!\nSawyer's fist clench around the earth - his fingernails\ndigging into the ground as Jack does his grim duty -- SHIT --\nJack's hand -- already SOAKED with Sawyer's blood...\n\nKATE\nCan you stop it?\n\nJack just looks at her. Then at SAYID. And this is not\nexactly a look of CONFIDENCE. Sawyer registers it...\n\nAnd off these two men -- one literally holding the other's\nlife in his HAND..\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 42.\n\nACT FOUR\n\n30 INT. THE VALLEY - INFIRMARY CAVE - DAY 30\n\nRICHARD holds Marybeth's hand as she gasps for air. SAYID\nblasts in. Richard brightens, releases his wife's hand -\n\nRICHARD\nWhere's Jack? Is he with you?\n\n- but Sayid is a freight train - madly rifling through a\nknapsack, to no avail.\n\nRICHARD (CONT'D)\nHe said he'd be back with my wife's\nmedicine. He promised to --\n(realizing)\nYou're bleeding.\n\nSayid wipes his forehead - notices the spray of Sawyer's\nblood - but has no time to explain. Finally spots Jack's\nSUPPLY BAG - does a quick inventory. GAUZE. SCISSORS.\nSUTURE KIT. He grabs the bag and heads out - then STOPS.\nSayid looks at Richard, whose fear for Marybeth's health\nhangs over him like a pall. Sayid's expression softens -\n\nSAYID\nI'm... I'm very sorry. The doctor\nwill be here as soon as he can.\n\nSayid hurries out the Cave's Entrance, a flash of something\ncrossing his face. SHAME? No time to know as he exits to -\n\n31 31\nINT. THE VALLEY - CONTINUOUS\nSayid races out - almost knocking down Michael, who passes by\nwith hands full of EUCALYPTUS LEAVES.\n\nMICHAEL\nHey!\n\nBut Sayid is long gone as Michael spots Sun, walks over --\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nAre these the right ones? I think\nI got the right tree but --\n\nSun speaks low, under her breath. Hurriedly --\n\nSUN\nLet me see.\n(examining the leaves)\n(MO RE)\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 43.\n31 (CO NT'D): 31\nSU N (CONT'D)\nYes. Good. I need some... I need\nto boil --\n\nBut Sun's interrupted by a SHOUT in Korean. OH SHIT. Did he\nhear her speaking English? Jin strides forward. PISSED.\n\nJIN\nWhat are you doing with him?\n\nSun stares at her husband - a deer caught in headlights.\n\nJIN (CONT'D)\nWhy are you sneaking around with\nthis man? What's going on?\nAnd there it is - Sun has no choice. Take the time to explain\nthat she went behind Jin's back to help the sick lady or\ndisobey again and save Marybeth's life.\n\nSun steps forward. DETERMINED. She takes the leaves from\nMichael. And walks away.\n\nJin watches in DISBELIEF as she heads off. Openly DEFYING\nHIS AUTHORITY -- HIS MANHOOD. His shock dissolves to anger\nas he turns to face Michael.\n\nThey hold an intense look. Things could get ugly --\n\nMICHAEL\nDon't, man.\n(means this)\nJust. Don't.\n\nOFF JIN, not getting the words, but getting the sentiment...\nEXT. JUNGLE - DARK CLEARING - DAY\n32 32\n\nSawyer GRITS HIS TEETH -- SEVERE FUCKING PAIN.\n\nKate is here, but it's JACK who's holding Sawyer's artery\nclosed with his bare hand -- Sawyer completely dependent on\n\nJack and hating every fucking second of it.\nSAWYER\nLet go. Just -- leave it.\n(hisses through his pain)\n-- I know you want to.\n\nJACK\nShut up. Stop moving.\n\nAnd the blood loss is making Sawyer a little light-headed.\nAlmost plays DRUNK --\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 44.\n32 (CO NT'D): 32\n\nSAWYER\nYou've been waiting for this,\nhaven't you? Yeah -- I'll bet you\nhave. You get to be a hero again\n`cause that's what you do. You fix\neverything up all nice.\n(looks to Kate)\nTell him to let go, Freckles. We\nalready made out -- what I got left\nto live for?\n\nJack REACTS to this. Looks to Kate -- her adverted gaze\nanswer enough that Sawyer isn't completely full of shit.\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nHey, Jack? You should know\nsomething -- Right now? Tables\nwere turned?\n(blinking to stay\nconscious)\nI'd watch you die.\nAnd Sawyer barely manages a smile as his eyes finally CLOSE.\nAnd after a moment of COMPLETE DARKNESS --\n\nINT. JESSICA & DAVID'S HOUSE - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\n33 33\n\nSAWYER\nAllrighty. Looks like we're in the\noil business.\n\nPULL BACK to find Sawyer with David & Jessica in their LIVING\nROOM. Nice. Upper Middle Class. Before them --\nSawyer's BRIEFCASE. Neatly packed with stacks of HUNDRED\nDOLLAR BILLS. It's a beautiful sight. Especially since --\nThere's ANOTHER SUITCASE STACKED WITH CASH right beside it.\nDAVID\nWe're cool?\n\nSawyer CLOSES the case --\n\nSAWYER\nOh, we're cool.\nThe fish has been hooked. David is most certainly IN.\nYup.\n\nDAVID SAWYER\nWe get the money back...?\n-- Week from tomorrow.\nTripled.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 45.\n33 (CO NT'D): 33\n\nDAVID\n(half-joking)\nYou're not gonna skip town, are\nyou?\n\nJESSICA\nDavid, for godssake -- He left all\nhis money with us. We could've\nskipped town.\n\nSAWYER\nYou got a smart woman there, David.\n(winks)\nDon't let go of her.\nAnd that's when --\n\nCHILD'S VOICE (O.S.)\nMommy?\n\nSawyer's attention instantly drawn to the HALLWAY -- an EIGHT\nYEAR-OLD BOY stands there, bleary-eyed. Blonde curly hair.\nFlannel PJs. Rosy cheeks. Too adorable.\n\nAnd Sawyer freezes. HE CANNOT TAKE HIS EYES OFF THE KID.\n\nJESSICA\nHi, baby. What are you doing up?\n\nBOY\nWill you read to me?\n\nJESSICA\nIn a minute, sweetheart. We have\ncompany right now.\n\nBACK ON SAWYER. Just FIXATED on this kid. All the charm --\n\nall the swagger -- instantly GONE. And it hits us -- This\nmust be the boy who's going to write the letter to Sawyer.\nThat's why we've been watching this entire story. And Sawyer\nstares at this boy -- shocked -- for an odd, long moment...\n\nDAVID\n...You okay?\n\nBut Sawyer can't take his eyes off the boy... it's like\nseeing a GHOST for Sawyer... his eyes practically fill...\n\nSAWYER\n(finally, quietly)\n...Deal's off.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 46.\n33 (CO NT'D): (2) 33\n\nDAVID\nExcuse me?\n\nSAWYER\nDeal's off. Forget it.\n\nHe reaches for his briefcase. Jessica distressed -- this\nwasn't part of the plan --\nJESSICA DAVID\nWhat are you doing? -- Hold on -- You're not\nwalking out of here, man...\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nI'm calling it off. Walking away.\nNo harm, no foul.\n\nAnd this isn't making any sense -- why is he bailing? Why\nthe sudden change of heart? But Sawyer has his briefcase\nnow, ready to head for the door when -- David's hand clamps\ndown on his WRIST.\n\nDAVID\nJessica, call the police.\n\nSAWYER\nTake your hand off me, boy.\n\nAnd Sawyer would DECK this fucking guy, but again his\nattention is drawn to THE BOY...\n\nDAVID\nCall the police, Jessica!\nAnd this is going South real fucking fast -- TENSION --\nJessica not knowing what to do. Betrayed. Confused --\n\nJESSICA\nSawyer?\n\nAnd David's no dummy -- can hear it in her voice just as well\nas we can, turns back to Sawyer, REALIZATION --\n\nDAVID\nWhat's going on here?\nJESSICA DAVID\n(to Sawyer)\nThis isn't how it's supposed\nto work! You said -- -- What he said? What'd he\nsay, Jessica?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 47.\n33 (CO NT'D): (3) 33\n\nBOY\nMommy?\n\nAnd Sawyer is still looking at the kid. And we are EXTREMELY\nCLOSE ON HIM. Close enough to see him make the decision.\n\nSawyer LETS GO OF THE BRIEFCASE. Pushes David back --\n\nSAWYER\n\nKeep the money.\nAnd Sawyer walks right out of the living room and into --\n34 34\nINT. JESSICA & DAVID'S FOYER - CONTINUOUS - FLASHBACK\nTIGHT ON SAWYER, striding for the front door. Blank look in\nhis eyes. Pulling open the FRONT DOOR. David and Jessica in\nthe b.g. doorway, SHOUTING, their words muted because we're\nIN SAWYER'S HEAD -- CLOSING ON HIS EYES.\n\nAnd as we wonder what could possibly have happened to make\nhim leave HIS money behind guaranteeing certain PUNISHMENT...\n\nSawyer BLINKS, bringing us into --\n\nINT. SAWYER'S TENT - LATE AFTERNOON\n35 35\n\nSawyer's eyes FLUTTER OPEN. Groggy. And the first thing he\nfeels is PAIN. Looks down at his ARM. THICK BANDAGE AROUND\nIT. Tries to move it -- WINCES as we --\n\nWIDEN to find him propped up in his makeshift BED, back in\nhis TENT on the beach. And he's not alone --\nKATE\nYou're lucky to be alive.\n\nFind Kate, literally sitting by his \"bedside.\" We should\nnote something about Sawyer here -- He is real.\nSAWYER\nThe doctor -- ?\n\nKATE\nIgnored you and saved your life\nanyway.\n\nSAWYER\nWhere is he?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 48.\n35 (CO NT'D): 35\n\nKATE\nHe headed back to the caves to\ncheck on that woman.\n\nAnd that's when Sawyer notices Kate's holding something. An\nENVELOPE. His letter. And she SEES him notice it --\nKATE (CONT'D)\nI read it again. And then again.\nLast couple hours -- I don't know\nhow many times.\n\nSawyer a little vulnerable here. A little guarded --\nSAWYER\nWhy would you -- ?\n\nKATE\n(simple; straight)\nBecause I'm trying to figure out\nwhy you made me read it.\n(beat)\nWhy you beat up that man instead of\njust telling him you didn't have\nhis wife's medication. Why you\npretended to have it anyway.\n(beat)\nWhy you let yourself get tortured.\n(beat)\nAnd the thing I kept coming up with\nwas -- it was that you want to be\nhated. And maybe that's why you\nmade me read this letter.\n(opens it up; reads)\n\"You killed my parents, Mr.\nSawyer.\"\n\nAnd now Kate SIGHS. Almost like she SHES IT. Then --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nAnd then I looked at the envelope.\n\nKate turns over the envelope and we see A COMMEMORATIVE\nEMBOSSED SEAL. ON SAWYER, feeling totally NAKED...\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\n\"America's Bicentennial --\nKnoxville Tennessee. 1976.\"\n\nWe let that sink in for a second. Then --\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 49.\n35 (CO NT'D): (2) 35\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nYou were a kid in 1976.\n(then)\nEight, maybe nine years old.\n\nSAWYER\n-- Kate...\n\nKATE\nThis letter wasn't written to you.\n(long beat)\nYou wrote this letter.\n\nSawyer's eyes DROP -- holding them in a real TIGHT TWO-SHOT --\nthe pure INTIMACY of the moment impossible to avoid --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nSawyer isn't your name, is it?\n\nAnd a LONG beat passes before --\n\nSAWYER\n(quietly)\n...It was his name.\n\nAnd he starts speaking slowly at first, in his own head...\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nFirst heard it at my momma's wake.\nMy daddy didn't get one -- You\ndon't get a wake when you kill\nyourself.\n(then)\nWas my Uncle Doug who pulled me\naside. Told me it was a confidence\nman who killed them. Told me how\nhe rolled into town, marked my\nfolks. Romanced my momma, used her\nto get to their money. Wiped `em\nout clean, left the mess behind.\nOnly thing the cops had was his\nname on a bogus business card.\n(beat)\nSo I wrote that letter. Wrote it\nknowing I'd find him one day.\n(then)\nYou want all the sad parts? `Cause\nI spent the next ten years getting\npassed off from one place to\nanother. Lady from the State wrote\nme off -- \"adjustment problems.\"\nDon't that just say it all?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 50.\n35 (CO NT'D): (3) 35\n\nCAMERA STARTING TO PUSH IN on him now as he tells this story.\nA story he has probably never told out loud --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nAnd then I was nineteen -- needed\nsix grand to pay off some guys I\nwas in trouble with. So I found a\npretty lady with a dumb husband who\nhad some money.\n(owning it)\nAnd I got them to give it to me.\n(shakes his head;\nchuckles)\nHow you like that for tragedy?\nBecame the man I was hunting.\n(a long beat; then)\nBecame Sawyer.\n\nAnd finally, he's done. LOOKS to Kate --\n\nAnd she is empathetic. Vulnerable. Something about this guy\nis so wounded, so HURT she can identify with it. It is an\nintense moment because it is so TRUE...\n\nBut Sawyer quickly becomes self-aware -- doesn't like the way\nshe's looking at him. And as RAW as he just was, it only\ntakes a second for him to transform back into a WILD ANIMAL --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nDon't you feel sorry for me...\nKATE SAWYER\nWhat? I...\n-- Get the hell out.\nSawyer PULLS the letter from her hand. Kate surprised --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nGet out.\n\nAnd Kate's eyes narrow. Can't believe she almost actually\njust cried for this fucker. And now, her own walls going up,\nshe stands. Looks down at him for a moment...\n\nBut there's nothing left to say. So she goes.\n\nOnce she's gone, SETTLE ON SAWYER. Watching her walk away.\n\nClutching that letter.\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 51.\n\nACT FIVE\n\n36 INT. THE VALLEY - LATE AFTERNOON 36\n\nON SUN, rubbing salve from a small bowl onto the upper chest\nof Marybeth, who seems to be breathing easier, her face\nflush. As we WIDEN, we find JACK and an elated RICHARD\nstanding over them as Richard explains...\n\nRICHARD\n...I dunno... It was like this...\nmiracle. She just showed up with\nthat... mixture. Rubbed it on\nMarybeth's chest and ten minutes\nlater she was breathing again.\nJack reaches into the bowl, takes a dab of the SALVE, rubbing\nit between his fingers. He brings it to his nose and smells.\n\nJACK\n(recognizing it)\nEucalyptus?\n(upset he didn't think of\nit)\nSmart, Jack. Real smart.\n\nJack shakes it off -- looks at Sun and smiles --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nThank you. Very much.\n\nSun accepts his gratitude with a smile and a nod, until she\nnotices...\n\nJIN standing against a wall some distance away, glaring at\nher, intensely.\n\nON SUN, as her smile fades, and she defiantly goes back to\ntending to Marybeth.\n37 37\nEXT. BEACH - LATE AFTERNOON\nCLAIRE dozes. Peaceful. Lovely. Astrology Book by her\nside. Charlie arrives. Trying not to wake her, he starts to\nfold and pack her clothing. As she does, Claire wakes up --\n\nCLAIRE\nWhat... what're you doing?\n\nCHARLIE\nPacking your stuff.\n\nHe reaches for her Astrology Book.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 52.\n37 (CO NT'D): 37\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nI'm guessing you'll be taking this\nwith.\n\nCLAIRE\nWhere?\n\nCHARLIE\nThe caves.\n(off her look)\nYou're moving.\n\nCLAIRE\n(a beat; gets it)\nYou didn't -- Peanut butter?\nCharlie nods.\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\n(psyched)\nNo way.\n\nCHARLIE\nJust like you ordered.\n\nCharlie reaches into his bag. Before pulling his hand out --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nThere's one thing, though. It's\nextra smooth.\n\nCLAIRE\nThat's okay.\nAnd finally, Charlie produces... An EMPTY GLASS JAR.\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\n(disappointed)\nIt's... it's empty.\n\nHe unscrews the cap, digs his fingers in, swirls them around.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat? No it's not. It's full,\nsee? Full to the top with stick to\nthe roof of your mouth, god, it\nmakes you want a glass of milk so\nbad, extra smooth...\n\nLifting his fingers out, popping them in his mouth. Ecstasy.\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 53.\n37 (CO NT'D): (2) 37\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nBest sodding peanut butter I've\never tasted. Want some?\n\nShe's looking at him like he's crazy (so are we.) Doesn't\nwant to play along. But the sheer brilliance of Charlie's\nploy can't be denied. Claire dips her fingers in. Takes a\ntaste.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nGood, isn't it?\n\nClaire considers. Then, despite her reluctance, just plain\nCHARMED with Charlie's gesture, plays along --\nCLAIRE\nNo. It's great.\n\nCHARLIE\n(re: Astrology book)\nSo... you'll be wanting this with\nyou? In the caves?\n\nClaire NODS. Ready to leave the beach. OFF that, we go to:\n38 38\nEXT. BEACH - SECLUDED SPOT - LATE AFTERNOON\nKate sits alone - her mind still spinning from the events of\nthe day - when a shadow falls upon her. She turns to see -\n- SAYID, walking over, head downcast, a bag slung over his\nshoulder, loaded with supplies.\n\nKATE\nSayid?\n\nSayid looks at Kate for a moment, then:\n\nSAYID\nI can't be here.\n\nKATE\nWhat do you -- ?\n\nSAYID\nI'm going off.\n\nKATE\n...What?\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 54.\n38 (CO NT'D): 38\n\nSAYID\nI'm leavin. I don't know for how\nlong.\n\nKATE\nSayid, you can't -- we don't know\nwhat's out--\n\nSAYID\n(turns, strong)\n-- What, it's too dangerous?\n(beat)\nNo more than staying here.\n(then)\nI have worse things to fear than\nwhat's in the jungle.\n(off her look)\nWhat I did today - what I almost\ndid... I swore never again. Never\nagain.\n(almost to himself)\nIf I can't keep that promise, I\nhave no right to be here.\n\nKATE\nBut there's nowhere to go.\n\nSAYID\nSomeone has to walk the shore. Map\nthe island. See what else there\nis. Find a means of escape.\n(beat)\nI can't think of a better person to\ndo it then the only one I trust.\nKate looks at Sayid - she knows better than to try to talk\nhim out of it, so she merely nods -\n\n- and Sayid returns the nod.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nI hope we meed again. Under...\nhappier circumstances.\n\nAnd with that he's gone. Kate turns back to the beach, takes\na deep breath, and that's how long it takes for her to\nrealize that a tear is dragging down her cheek.\nOff the moment, as Sayid moves farther and farther away down\nthe beach...\n\nMUSIC COMES UP --\n\nLOST \"Confidence Man\" (NETWORK DRAFT) 9/8/04 55.\n38 (CO NT'D): (2) 38\n\nLOST MONTAGE\nQUICK POPS AS MUSIC PLAYS OVER THE FOLLOWING IMAGES --\n39 39\nINT. THE VALLEY - SUNSET\n\nCHARLIE brings CLAIRE into the valley...\n40 40\nINT. THE VALLEY - CONTINUOUS\nJIN looks over at his wife, then RACK FOCUS to him looking\nacross the valley at Michael. Sensing something...\n41 41\nINT. THE VALLEY - CONTINUOUS\nRICHARD brings MARYBETH some water... smiles, relieved that\nshe's pulled through.\n\nAnd back at...\n\n42 42\nEXT. BEACH - SUNSET\n\nSAWYER sits on the beach, off in the distance, ALONE. Holds\nup his LIGHTER to the letter -- But he can't bring himself to\nburn it. Can't let it go. So he folds it up and places it\nback in his pocket...\n\nAnd we END the MONTAGE as --\n\nEXT. BEACH - SUNSET\n43 43\n\nSayid looks back over his shoulder, far, FAR down the beach,\nthe skeleton of the fuselage almost lost in the distance.\nAnd as he keeps going...\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF EPISODE"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"Solitary\"\n\nWritten by\n\nDavid Fury\n\nTEASER\n\nEXT. UNFAMILIAR BEACH - DAY 1\n1\n\nXCU - A MAN'S BLOODSHOT EYE, as it scans something...\n\nWIDEN to find SAYID, sitting in the sand, alone -- staring at\na photograph in his hand, running his fingers over it.\n\nHIS POV - It's one of the retrieved photos from the fuselage\nin \"Walkabout\" -- The mysterious ARAB WOMAN.\n\nEXTREME WIDE SHOT to see just how alone he is. The beach is\nempty as far as the eye can see as Sayid shoves the photo\ninto his nearby backpack, and stands...\n\nCLOSER AGAIN as he stares down the lonely stretch of beach\nbefore him, then stops when something catches his eye:\n\nA SMALL LOOP OF CABLE, jutting out of the sand, the sun\nGLINTING off exposed metal wiring where the coating's eroded.\n\nSayid moves to it, reaches down to pick it up. When he does -\nA STAGGERING LENGTH OF CABLE bursts out of the sand, running\nin a straight line from the ocean, running toward the jungle.\n\nON SAYID -- he reacts, stunned. What the hell? He snatches\nup his bag and begins to track the wire into the jungle.\n\n2\n2 INT. SAWYER'S TENT - MEANWHILE\n\nCLOSE ON a bandaged arm as fingers slowly pry up the adhesive\ntape around the dressing.\n\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nOw! -- Easy, jackass!\n\nWiden to find JACK sitting next to a reclining SAWYER,\nremoving his bandage. Fresh gauze and tape lie beside Jack.\n\nJACK\nYou want it easy, quit moaning.\nI've got to change these bandages --\n\nSAWYER\nYeah, well, try not taking my skin\noff with `em.\n\n2 (CON T'D) 2\n\nJACK\nHold. Still.\n\nSawyer eyes Jack a beat as he continues easing off the tape.\n\nSAWYER\nSo, considerin' we pretty much hate\neach other, how'd I score the house\ncall, Dr. Quinn?\n(then, baiting him)\nTryin' to ease your conscience?\n\nAnd Jack does his best not to take that bait --\n\nJACK\nMy conscience is fine, thanks.\n\nSAWYER JACK\nYeah?\n-- Yeah.\n\nSAWYER\n`Course -- what you got to feel\nguilty about? You let that damn\nArab torture me. Stood by and\nwatched. So now you just patch me\nup and you get your ticket into\nheaven. Only reason you're here\nis...\n\nJACK\nI'm here --\n(locks eyes with Sawyer;\nintense)\nBecause no one else wants anything\nto do with you.\n\nSawyer takes that in a moment, soberly. Then...\n\nSAWYER\nShe does.\n\nJack glances up at him on that. Then, he stands and tosses\nthe fresh bandaging and tape he brought onto Sawyer's lap.\n\nJACK\nChange your own damn bandages.\n\nHe turns and goes.\n\nOFF SAWYER - glaring after him...\n\nEXT. BEACH - CONTINUOUS 3\n3\n\nON KATE, feeding wood into the signal fire Sayid created as\nshe stares off down the beach, keeping a kind of vigil...\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nLooking for someone...?\n\nKate turns to see Jack coming up behind her.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n-- Or just admiring the view?\n\nStill harboring anger, Kate turns back toward the beach.\n\nKATE\nIt's been two days, Jack.\n\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nKATE\nTwo days since Sayid took off on\nhis own.\n(beat)\nI keep thinking I'm gonna look up\nand see him coming back.\n\nON JACK, registering that, and feeling badly about it.\n\nJACK\nHe'll come back when he finds what\nhe's looking for. The French\ntransmission...\n\nKATE\nHe wasn't looking for anything --\nHe left because of what happened...\nbecause of what he did.\n\nJack shakes his head. Got it from Sawyer -- now her too?\n\nJACK\nIt was an accident --\n\nKATE\n(sharply)\n-- Yeah, well, accidents happen\nwhen you torture somebody, Jack.\n\nJack can only look at her, feeling ashamed. Kate looks back\nat him for a beat, maybe feeling a little sorry --\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 4.\n3 (CON T'D) 3\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nI'm worried about him. He's out\nthere. Alone.\n\nJACK\n(comforting)\nSayid's a trained soldier, Kate.\nHe can take care of himself.\n\n4\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n4\n\nWITH SAYID as he tracks the cable deeper into the jungle,\nuntil he, suddenly, comes to an abrupt halt -- and slowly\nlowers himself to a crouch in order to get a good look at\nsomething at mid-calf level.\n\nREVERSE ON HIM as he leans in. RACK FOCUS to reveal... A\nTRIP WIRE - fishing line, stretched across his path. Clearly\na booby-trap.\n\nON SAYID - HOLY SHIT! Somebody is or was here. His head\nsnaps around, scanning the area, then rises. After a beat,\nhe, carefully, steps over the wire and takes another step.\n\nCLOSE ON HIS FOOT as -- CLICK!\n\nSAYID looks down, realizing he's stepped on a pressure\ntrigger. What happens next happens instantly: he curses\nhimself under his breath --\n\nSAYID\nYa Allah--\n\n-- as a noose under his foot ensnares him and he's yanked off\nhis feet, into the air. As the rope goes taut, his body\npendulums HARD into a tree. SLAM! --\n\nQUICK CLOSE UP of his thigh getting impaled on a broken\nbranch jutting from the tree, causing him to cry out. As he\nswings away from the tree, he takes the branch with him...\n\nWIDE ON SAYID, hanging twenty feet off the ground, swinging\nupside down, the broken branch protruding from his leg -- His\nSCREAMS piercing the quiet jungle...\n\nBLACK OUT.\n\nEND OF TEASER\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 5.\n\nACT ONE\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - EVENING 5\n5\n\nCLOSE ON MEAT ON A SPIT, as a knife carves off slices. WIDEN\nto see LOCKE doing the butchering as he serves a few waiting\npeople, including HURLEY, holding airplane trays and whatever\nelse passes as a plate or bowl in this place.\n\nAN ESTABLISHING PAN ACROSS - We find the dozen denizens of\nthe valley, including MICHAEL and CHARLIE, eating their\ndinners, tearing away the fatty grizzle. While some may sit\nhere quietly -- depressed -- others seem, considering\neverything, to be doing all right: some are talking.\n\nCHARLIE, still going through late stage withdrawal, puts down\nhis barely touched food, clearly having no appetite as\n\nSHANNON walks by, holding an empty water bottle. We follow\nher as she crosses to the spring. We find WALT there,\nfeeding pieces of meat to VINCENT who then starts lapping up\nwater in the pool.\n\nON SHANNON, as she sees that.\n\nSHANNON\n(to Walt)\nEw -- Get him out of there!\n\nWALT\nWhat?\n\nSHANNON\nThe dog, Webster! It's drinking\nour water!\n\nMICHAEL (O.S.)\nHey --\n\nMICHAEL steps in\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nDo not yell at my kid. What's the\nproblem?\n\nSHANNON\nMy problem? I walked all the way\nfrom the beach to get something to\ndrink... and your animal's drooling\nin our water supply.\n\nHurley passes by with two trays of boar meat.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 6.\n5 (CON T'D) 5\n\nHURLEY\nY'know, dogs' mouths are cleaner\nthan humans'.\n\nSHANNON\nNobody asked you.\n\nHURLEY shakes his head and continues on as VINCENT suddenly\nhops into the pool, wading around to SHANNON's horror.\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nOh my God -- DO SOMETHING!\n\n6\nINT. THE VALLEY - INFIRMARY CAVE - CONTINUOUS\n6\n\nON JACK, examining the side of a shirtless SULLIVAN (late\nforties, thin). SUN is there, too, mashing aloe leaves in a\nbowl, showing concern about all the yelling outside. Hurley\nenters with the food. Jack glances at him.\n\nJACK\nWhat's going on out there?\n\nHURLEY\nAh, you know, the usual... People\nyelling at each other over nothing.\n\nSULLIVAN\nSo, what do you think, Doc? This\nrash... It's bad, isn't it? Some\nkinda jungle disease... or--\n\nJACK\nHives.\n\nSULLIVAN\nHives. What is that, like, a\npoison ivy--\n\nJACK\nIt's a common rash, Sullivan.\nBrought on by heat. And stress.\nJust try to relax. It'll clear up.\n\nSULLIVAN\nYou sure? I mean... It really\nitches. And... burns a little.\n\nSUN\n(in Korean)\nIt's ready.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 7.\n6 (CON T'D) 6\n\nJack turns to Sun who hands him the bowl. He nods gratefully\nto her and she goes. Jack passes the bowl to Sullivan.\n\nJACK\nHere. This should help with the\nitching. And the burning. Just...\ntry to get your mind off it.\n\nSULLIVAN\nUh... O-okay. Thanks.\n\nHe turns and exits. After he's gone, Hurley hands Jack a\ntray of food. As they move to sit...\n\nHURLEY\n\"Get your mind off it?\" What else\nis that dude gonna do but stress?\n\nJACK\nI've got enough on my plate without\nhaving to treat hypochondriacs.\n\nHURLEY\nThat's, like, my point, man. We're\nall fried. I mean, have you taken\na look at those people out there?\nEverybody's way tense... y'know,\nsince we were in a plane crash?\nAnd Sayid splitting like that.\n(then)\nPlus... we got, like, no real plan\nto get off this island...\n\nJack looks wearily at Hurley, who backs off a little.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nI'm just saying... It'd be sweet\nto have something to, y'know... do.\n\nJACK\nLook, I sympathize. But we're\nsurviving. That's my main concern\nright now. Keeping us alive.\n(then)\nThings could be worse.\n\nHurley considers that for a moment, then:\n\nHURLEY\nHow?\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - MEANWHILE 7\n7\n\nWIDE ON SAYID, hanging upside down, impaled by the branch.\nNothing but his labored breaths and the sounds of the jungle.\n\nCLOSER as he, with great effort and GRUNTING IN PAIN, pulls\nhimself up, and tries to pry the branch from his leg.\nFailing, after several agonizing seconds, he falls back.\n\nWIDE AGAIN, as his screams echo through the jungle.\n\nON SAYID, as the pain subsides, he closes his eyes and begins\nto mutter something. We realize he's praying in ARABIC --\n\nSAYID\nThere is no divinity except God.\nWhat God has willed must be --\n\nSuddenly there's a noise. Twigs snapping. Sayid's head\nsnaps around. He looks into the dense brush, seeing nothing.\nThen, another noise... A rhythmic rubbing sound...\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nHel--Hello?\n\nCLOSE ON the pulley rig responsible for suspending him. TILT\nDOWN to a GLOVED HAND cutting the taut rope with a machete.\n\nON SAYID -- the instant he realizes what's happening -- The\nrope is severed and he plummets downward. WHAM! Sayid\nlands, his head slamming hard into the ground. Barely\nconscious, head bleeding, he looks and sees:\n\nHIS POV - BLURRY - A FIGURE standing in the shadows at the\nedge of the dense jungle, looking at him.\n\nSAYID registers that for a split second before he passes out.\n\nDISSOLVE TO WHITE... Under which we hear a VOICE -- sounding\ndistant, distorted, almost as if underwater -- asking\nsomething... Gradually, the Voice becomes clearer and we\nrealize it's speaking RUSSIAN. Then, PORTUGUESE...\n\n8\n8 INT. HABITAT - LATER\n\nDISSOLVE IN CLOSE ON SAYID as his eyes flutter open,\nsquinting against a BRIGHT LIGHT shining in his face. His\nhead's been carelessly bandaged. As he hears:\n\nFIGURE\n(in Italian)\nWhere is Alex?\n\n8 (CON T'D) 8\n\nSAYID\n(weakly)\nWha-- What...?\n\nWIDEN as Sayid tries to move, and discovers his hands are\nchained to a rusty metal cot, wires running from it.\n\nFIGURE\nWhere is Alex?\n\nHe peers past the light into the dark corner of the room. We\nsee the FIGURE sitting there in the shadows.\n\nSAYID\nWho-- Who are you?\n\nFIGURE\n(more demanding)\nWhere... is... Alex?\n\nSAYID\nI... I don't-- I don't know what --\n\nON THE FIGURE's HAND as it moves a wire to a METAL POST\nprotruding from a bank of BATTERIES. The LIGHT DIMS as\n\nSAYID suddenly lurches -- a considerable voltage of\nelectricity is pumped into the cot. We hear the HUM of the\ncurrent accompanied by Sayid's grunts, until...\n\nON FIGURE - as the wire is removed, the LIGHT brightens\nagain. Sayid falls back onto the cot, short gasping breaths.\n\nVOICE SAYID\nWhere is Alex? -- Please -- Listen to me...\nI don't know any Alex. I'm --\n\nThe Figure touches the post with the wire. The LIGHT DIMS.\nSAYID again lurches. PUSH IN ON HIM as he shouts:\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nSTOP! -- SssTOP!!!\n\nPRISONER (PRE-LAP)\n(in Arabic)\nStop...\n\nINT. IRAQI BASE - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK 9\n9\n\nCLOSE ON AN IRAQI PRISONER, face bruised, lip bleeding --\nhands tied in front, his feet shackled to the legs of a chair\nin the middle of the room, muttering, shaking his head...\n\n9 (CON T'D) 9\n\nPRISONER\n(in Arabic)\nStop...\n\nPOW! He's punched across his jaw. SWING around to reveal...\n\nSAYID, in Republican Guard uniform, shaking off the pain in\nhis knuckles. Behind him, leaning on a wall, next to a desk,\narms folded, an Iraqi officer -- OMAR, watches with interest.\n\nSAYID\n(to Prisoner, in Arabic)\nYou want me to stop, Falah? Then\nstart answering my questions,\nbecause I can do this all day...\n\nPUSH IN as he puts his mouth right up to the Prisoner's ear.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nI assure you we already know the\ntruth. But I want you to admit it.\n\nCLOSE ON SAYID'S MOUTH NOW, as the dialogue turns to ENGLISH\n(Yes, the ol' \"Hunt for Red October\" bit), and we start to\nslowly PULL OUT again, as Sayid straightens.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\n...And all the pain will stop...\nYour Shi'ite friends have already\nimplicated you in the bombing.\n\nPRISONER\nYou're... you're lying. They would\nnever --\n\nSAYID\n\nThey would and they have. You\nplanned the attack, Falah. You\nplanted the device in Najaf -- the\nBaathist headquarters. You killed\ntwo soldiers, yes?\n\nFALAH stares up at him through swollen eyes.\n\nPRISONER SAYID\nI had nothing... nothing -- Confess it. And perhaps\nto... do... it will only cost you your\nhands instead of your life.\n\nCLOSE ON FALAH - He opens his mouth to speak, but instead, he\nthrows his head to the side and vomits BELOW FRAME.\n\n9 (CON T'D) (2) 9\n\nON SAYID, stepping back, looking a little unnerved. PUSH\npast him to see OMAR as a grin comes to his lips...\n\nEXT. IRAQI BASE - LATER - FLASHBACK 10\n10\n\nOMAR and SAYID exit the building. An Iraqi GUARD stationed\nat the door salutes Omar. He returns the salute. As they\nwalk, the CAMERA arcs around them, we see (through the magic\nof GREEN SCREEN) a desert landscape beyond the army camp.\n\nSAYID\nHe doesn't know anything. Your\nsources were wrong.\n\nOMAR\n(with a shrug)\nPerhaps. But that's really not the\npoint, is it? You handled yourself\nwell in there.\n\nSAYID\nDid I?\n\nOMAR\nI'll put in for your reassignment\nto the Intelligence Division, if\nyou still wish it.\n\nSayid halts, a big smile crosses his face.\n\nSAYID\nYes, sir. Very much so.\n\nOMAR\n(returning the smile)\nGood... But stop calling me \"sir\"\nwhen it's just the two of us.\n\nSAYID\nYou're my superior officer, Omar.\nFor now. Enjoy it while you can.\n\nPast them, we see TWO ARMED GUARDS, walking in their\ndirection, escorting a FEMALE PRISONER.\n\nOMAR\nThat reminds me... a promotion is\ncommensurate with your move...\n\nAs the FEMALE PRISONER passes, Sayid throws a glance at her.\n\n10 (CON T'D) 10\n\nSLIGHT SLO-MO as she glances back at him and we may\nrecognize... It's the woman in the photo Sayid carries. But\nSayid appears only to register some small recognition.\n\nOMAR (O.S.) (CONT'D)\nThat is, if you won't miss being a\nCommunications Officer.\n\nSAYID\nI'm willing to make that sacrifice.\n\nOFF SAYID, grinning...\n\n11\nINT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT\n11\n\nCLOSE ON BAGS - a long vinyl one and a canvas suitcase -\ndumped on the ground.\n\nWIDEN to see they've been dropped next to HURLEY sitting by a\ncampfire. The rest of the camp is quiet, as everybody else\nhas turned in. Hurley looks up at\n\nETHAN (thirties, unassuming, oddly still) standing by him.\n\nETHAN\nHi.\n\nHurley peers up at him, unsurely. Then, at the bags.\n\nHURLEY\nYo. What's this?\n\nLOCKE appears, dropping a third bag as Hurley stands.\n\nLOCKE\nThese were in the jungle. Must\nhave fallen from the plane.\n\nHURLEY\nUh... What were you guys doing out\nin the jungle at night?\n\nETHAN\nBest time to hunt.\n\nLOCKE\nEthan here's got some experience...\n\nANGLE ON WALT, sitting up in his cubby, watching and\nlistening. His father seemingly asleep next to him.\n\n11 (CON T'D) 11\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nSpotted tracks we think might be\nrabbit or some other rodent.\n\nHURLEY\nRodent. Yum.\n\nETHAN\nFigured people are starting to get\ntired of eating boar meat.\n(raises his eyebrows)\nVariety is the spice of life.\n\nHURLEY\nDude, you got that right.\n(then)\nOkay. I'll check out the bags.\nSee if there's anything useful we\ncan... y'know... use. Thanks.\n\nHurley grabs a suitcase and starts going through it. ON\nLOCKE and ETHAN moving out when they hear:\n\nWALT (O.S.)\nMr. Locke...\n\nEthan moves on as Locke turns and sees Walt walking up,\nspeaking quietly.\n\nWALT (CONT'D)\nAre you going back out to hunt?\n\nLOCKE\nFor a bit.\n\nWALT\nWell... Can I go with you?\n(off Locke's look)\nI mean, I wanna learn how to...\nY'know, hunt and--\n\nMICHAEL (O.S.)\nWalt --!\n\nWalt, busted, looks back to see:\n\nMICHAEL, sitting up, looking at him.\n\nWALT\nI was just... I was talking to Mr.\nLocke about--\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 14.\n11 (CON T'D) (2) 11\n\nMICHAEL\nI know what you're doing, man. Not\ngonna happen. Get back to bed.\n\nWalt glares at his dad, embarrassed and frustrated. He peers\nat Locke for a moment, then stalks to his cubby as Michael\nand Locke exchange a look. Then Locke and Ethan turn and go.\n\nANGLE ON HURLEY, emptying the contents of the open suitcase.\nHe holds up an impossibly ugly Hawaiian shirt, shakes his\nhead and tosses it aside. Then he unzips the long vinyl bag.\n\nCLOSE ON HIM as he looks inside and reacts, eyes widening.\n\nHURLEY\nOh... Duuude...\n\nHe looks up and a smile comes to him as he registers an idea.\n\n12\nINT. HABITAT - NIGHT\n12\n\nCLOSE ON SAYID, his eyes clenched shut, his body TENSING as\nwe hear the HUM of electricity. To escape the graphic nature\nof this, we illustrate it through the DIMMING of the BRIGHT\nLIGHT, still focused on Sayid.\n\nON THE FIGURE in the dark, as the wire is moved away and the\nLIGHT BRIGHTENS.\n\nFIGURE SAYID\nWhere is Alex?\n-- I don't -- Please --\n\nFIGURE\nWhere is Alex?\n\nSAYID\n(summoning his energy)\n-- PLEASE just listen... I'm-- I'm\na survivor of a plane crash -- I\nfound a wire at the beach...\nfollowed it... Thought it might\nhave something to do with a\ntransmission we picked up on out\ntransceiver...\n\nFIGURE\nTransmission?\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 15.\n12 (CON T'D) 12\n\nSAYID\nA recording... a mayday -- a French\nwoman... Repeating on a loop... for\nmore than sixteen years...\n\nHe stops talking `cause it's still so hard to do anyway...\nand after a long beat, he hears from the darkness:\n\nFIGURE (O.S.)\n\"Si n'importe qui peut entendre\nceci veullez nous aider... I' les a\ntues. Il les a tues tous...\"\n\nSayid stares as the FIGURE rises, slowly steps toward him and\ninto the light. A WOMAN, early forties -- attractive despite\nlacking make-up; swimming in a stained, stretched out sweater\nthat hangs off her shoulder. Oh yeah, and she's holding a\nserious looking RIFLE, looking somewhat dazed.\n\nFRENCH WOMAN\n(almost to herself)\n... sixteen years...?\n(beat)\nHas it really been that long?\n\nSAYID stares, disbelievingly. He's found her. The French\nWoman. Alive.\n\nSAYID\nYou...\n\nShe looks hard at him now, with mounting anger...\n\nFRENCH WOMAN\nYou just... happened to hear my\ndistress call... Stumbled upon\nit... LIES! No planes fly over\nthis island. I know what you are --\n\nShe turns the rifle around in her hands.\n\nFRENCH WOMAN (CONT'D)\nYou're one of them!\n\nON HER as she SLAMS Sayid in the jaw with the rifle butt,\nsending us into...\n\nBLACK OUT.\n\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\nACT TWO\n\nINT. FRENCH WOMAN'S HABITAT - MORNING 13\n13\n\nWith sunlight streaming in through the top of the space, we\nfinally get a look at the surroundings. A dug-out hole in\nthe ground, dirt walls, mesh ceiling, a ladder leaning\nagainst one of the walls.\n\nCLOSE ON THE FRENCH WOMAN, manically rifling through Sayid's\nthings on a desk: empty water bottle, fruit, a beat up copy\nof the Koran, an extra shirt; flashlight - which she turns on\nand off... then she comes to the envelope of photos, she\nlooks through them seeing pictures of the Woman in Sayid's\nflashback. She compares that with the single photo she found\n-- the one Sayid had looked at in the teaser. She turns it\nover to see SOMETHING IS HANDWRITTEN on the back - in Arabic.\n\nPAN OVER to SAYID, his pant leg is ripped open, his thigh is\nbandaged, and there's dried blood on his chin from the rifle\nbutt blow. ON HIS FACE as he slowly comes to and, hearing\nnoises, looks over at... THE FRENCH WOMAN, her back to him,\ngoing through his things, unaware he's awake.\n\nSAYID's eyes scan across the room. It's a cluttered mess.\nFull of items salvaged from a ship. He catches sight of...\n\nHIS POV - A TORN, FADED JACKET hanging on a nail. A FADED\nNAME is stenciled on it: ROUSSEAU.\n\nSAYID\n(reading softly, aloud)\n\"Rousseau...\"\n\nStartled, ROUSSEAU whips around, glaring suspiciously.\n\nROUSSEAU\nHow do you know my name?\n\nSAYID\nI- I read it. There. On the\njacket.\n\nRousseau just STARES at him. An odd moment. The two\nstudying each other. Then --\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nWhat is this place?\n\nROUSSEAU\nYes. What is this place?\n\nShe turns away from him again to examine more of his things.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 17.\n13 (CON T'D) 13\n\nON SAYID, as he spots...\n\nHIS POV - A bank of four large batteries, wires from it\nrunning to his cot.\n\nSAYID\nThose batteries... They wouldn't\nproduce enough power to transmit\nyour distress call all these years.\n\nROUSSEAU\nThe transmission. It broadcasts...\nfrom somewhere else.\n(long beat)\nBut they control it now...\n\nSAYID\n(squinting)\n\"They...?\"\n\nROUSSEAU\n(turning and eyeing him)\nYou. And the others like you.\n\nON SAYID as he gets it. This woman is unbalanced, paranoid.\n\nSAYID\nI... I don't know who you think I\nam. But I told you... I'm not--\n\nROUSSEAU\n\"Sayid.\"\n\nSAYID\nWhat? How do you -- ?\n\nROUSSEAU\nMy name is on a jacket. Yours is\non the envelope you carry.\n(then)\nWho is she?\n\nRousseau suddenly thrusts out the PHOTO in her hand.\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nThe woman. In the photographs.\n\nSAYID\nThat's -- She's no one...\n\n13 (CON T'D) (2) 13\n\nROUSSEAU\nYou carry photos of her. She means\nsomething to you. Who is she?\n\nSAYID ROUSSEAU\nI don't --\n-- Tell me!\n\nSayid looks at her a moment, seeing some desperate need in\nher to know. Then finally replies...\n\nSAYID\nNadia. Her name is Nadia...\n\nINT. IRAQI BASE - HALLWAY OUTSIDE DOOR - DAY - FLASHBACK 14\n14\n\nCLOSE ON THE PHOTO OF NADIA, clipped with some other photos\nof her, to an open folder (the papers all in Arabic.)\n\nOMAR (O.S.)\nWe can't tie her directly to the\nbombing...\n\nCUT OUT to see Sayid perusing the folder as Omar briefs him.\n\nOMAR (CONT'D)\nBut we know where her sympathies\nlie. She's a known associate of\nKurdish and Shi'ite insurgents.\n\nSAYID\nYou think she knows who\norchestrated the bombing.\n\nOMAR\nThat, my friend, is exactly what\nyou will find out.\n\nOmar gives Sayid a friendly slap on the shoulder and moves\noff as Sayid opens the door and enters...\n\nINT. IRAQ - INTERROGATION ROOM - CONTINUOUS - FLASHBACK A15\nA1 5\n\nON NADIA, her hands tied in front of her, her feet shackled\nto a chair in the middle of the room. Her head is down.\n\nSayid crosses to a desk in the corner and leans against it,\nstaring at his prisoner.\n\nA15 (CON T'D) A15\n\nSAYID\n(referring to file)\nNoor Abed Jaseem... I'm going to\nask you some questions... And if\nyou refuse to cooperate, I am going\nto hurt you. Do you under--\n\nShe raises her head and looks at him, evenly.\n\nNADIA\nNobody calls me \"Noor,\" Sayid. You\nof all people should know that.\n\nSayid stares at her a moment, stunned she knows his name.\n\nNADIA (CONT'D)\nWhat, you don't remember me?\n(then, almost wistfully)\nAm I so different from the little\ngirl in the schoolyard who used to\npush you in the mud... send you\ncrying home to your mother...\n\nSayid narrows his eyes, as it comes to him.\n\nSAYID\nNadia.\n\nNADIA\nAnd your mother would tell my\nmother... And I would be in such\ntrouble -- \"Why must you pick on\nlittle Sayid?\" and I'd answer:\n\"Because he ignores me.\"\n\nSAYID\n(after a beat)\nYou had enough attention. With\nyour family's wealth. And your...\ncharms.\n\nNADIA\nSuch things matter little to\nchildren.\n(she looks at him warmly)\nBut then you were always older than\nyour years, weren't you, Sayid?\n\nSAYID\nNot old enough to understand that\nbeing pushed in the mud was a sign\nof affection.\n\nA15 (CON T'D) (2) A15\n\nThey look at each other for a moment, before Sayid realizes\nhis place, his responsibility. He breaks his gaze...\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nAnd now you're a traitor to your\ncountry.\n\nON NADIA - disappointed with the turn in the conversation.\n\nNADIA\n(bitterly)\nTraitor... Saddam is the traitor.\nAnd you blindly serve him... like a\ndog. He's betrayed his own people,\nbrutalized... murdered them --\n\nSAYID\n(cutting her off, sharply)\nTell me what you know about the\nbombing in Najaf...\n\nShe wearily shakes her head and he leans into her.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nYou know who was behind it. Tell\nme -- or I swear I will hurt you.\n\nShe stares hard at him.\n\nNADIA\nOh, I know, Sayid. This isn't my\nfirst interrogation by the\nRepublican Guard...\n\nShe reaches up with her bound hands and pulls away the open\ncollar of her shirt revealing BURN SCARS near her chest.\n\nNADIA (CONT'D)\nThis is where they burned me with\nacid... When I couldn't tell them\nthe whereabouts of a man I'd met\nonly in passing...\n\nShe holds out her hands, revealing small SCARS on her palms.\n\nNADIA (CONT'D)\nThey pierced my hands with a\ndrill... because I couldn't\nremember his name... Would you\nlike to see the soles of my feet?\nWhere they flagged the skin off --\n(glaring defiantly)\n(MOR E)\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 21.\nA15 (CON T'D) (3) A15\nNAD IA (CONT'D)\nThese are handiworks of your\n\"friends.\" The people you swear\nallegiance to.\n\nSayid stares at her wounds, shaken. After a beat...\n\nSAYID\nIf you were innocent, I am sorry.\n(then; hardening)\nBut this bombing is another matter.\n\nShe looks away, not answering.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nNadia --\n\nNADIA\nGo on, Sayid. Do your work. I'm\nnot going to tell you anything.\n\nSAYID\n(with less conviction)\nI'm going to hurt you.\n\nON NADIA -- she looks up at him with resigned sadness...\n\nNADIA\nI know.\n\nOFF SAYID, registering regret and confusion.\n\n15\n15 INT. THE VALLEY - DAY\n\nCLOSE ON A ROUGH SKETCH in progress... A series of\ninterlocking poles attached to a braced funnel-type object.\n\nREVEAL MICHAEL, by the spring, sketching on a found writing\npad with a broken pencil. A long SHAFT OF BAMBOO leaning\nagainst him. WALT is balancing on the edge of nearby rocks.\n\nWALT\nI'm bored...\n(Michael doesn't reply)\nCan I take Vincent down to the\nbeach?\n\nMICHAEL\nUh... I'll take you later, man.\nI'm in the middle of something...\n\nHe tosses down the pad, grips the bamboo pole, and studies\nthe end of it. He sticks the back end of the pencil into the\nnub of the shaft, scratching at it...\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 22.\n15 (CON T'D) 15\n\nWALT\nBut there's nothing to do around--\n\nMICHAEL\nWell you gotta figure out stuff to\ndo. You know what I'm saying? You\ngotta find a way to entertain\nyourself.\n\nOFF WALT, looking perturbed. Meanwhile, nearby...\n\nCLOSE ON HANDS, digging in a pile of various salvaged items.\nWIDEN to see it's HURLEY, on a mission.\n\nHURLEY\n(to himself)\nC'mon, c'mon... I know I saw it...\n\nBehind him, JACK enters from the infirmary cave. He sees\nHurley in his flurry of activity.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\n(finding it)\nYes!\n\nHe brings up a broken thermos and removes the chipped plastic\ncut on top. Jack steps toward him...\n\nJACK\nHurley...\n\nBut Hurley doesn't hear him as he spots\n\nHIS POV - Michael resting the bamboo pole against a wall as\nhe picks up his pad to continue sketching.\n\nHURLEY\nWhoa...\n\nHe gets up and hurries over to Michael as Jack continues to\nwatch. Hurley grabs the bamboo pole and looks at Michael.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D) MICHAEL\nDude, can I borrow this?\n-- Uh... I'm trying to--\n-- Thanks, Man.\n\nHurley starts heading out, Michael looking after him.\n\nJACK\nHurley --!\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 22A.\n15 (CON T'D) (2) 15\n\nHurley stops and looks back at him.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (GREEN) 10/7/04 23.\n15 (CON T'D) (3) 15\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nWhat are you doing?\n\nON HURLEY as a big grin crosses his face and he gives Jack an\nenthusiastic \"Wait'll you get a load of this\" look. Then\nturns and continues out...\n\nOFF JACK, squinting, uncertainly, at him as he goes.\n\n16\nINT. FRENCH WOMAN'S HABITAT - DAY\n16\n\nON ROUSSEAU sitting on the cot, next to SAYID, as she\nredresses his thigh wound.\n\nSAYID\nThere's no need to keep me chained\nup. I can't very well run off with\na hole in my leg.\n\nRousseau notices something else on his leg...\n\nHER POV - A SCAR just about his knee, below the bandage.\n\nROUSSEAU\nYou have a bullet wound.\n\nSAYID\nI was a soldier.\n\nROUSSEAU\n(intrigued)\nAnd are you still?\n\nSayid just looks at her. A flash of shame?\n\nSAYID\nIt was a long time ago.\n\nROUSSEAU\nOnce a soldier, always a soldier.\n(then)\nWhere did you fight?\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (GREEN) 10/7/04 24.\n16 (CON T'D) 16\n\nSAYID\nIn the Gulf War.\n\nShe looks at him oddly.\n\nROUSSEAU\nWhat's the Gulf War?\n\nSAYID\n(realizing)\nA lot has happened in the world\nsince you... left.\n\nRousseau ponders this. Of course it has. Then -- She shakes\nit off. Abruptly crosses to the desk and picks up Nadia's\npicture again, gazing at it. Sayid studying her...\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nAlex. Who is he -- ?\n\nROUSSEAU\n(ignoring him)\nThis\nTell me more about her.\nwoman. Nadia...\n\nSAYID ROUSSEAU\nWhat is it you want-- -- You love her, don't you?\nShe's everything to you.\n\nSayid stares a moment before answering, difficult to admit.\n\nSAYID\nYes.\n\nAlmost gratified to hear it, she turns the photo over.\n\nROUSSEAU\nThis writing on the back. What\ndoes it mean?\n\nSAYID\nIt's... it's nothing.\n\nShe hardens, irrationally frustrated. She gets up, PACES --\n\nROUSSEAU\nStill lying.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 25.\n16 (CON T'D) (2) 16\n\nSAYID\nI'm not lying -- it has nothing to\ndo with --\n\nROUSSEAU SAYID\nLies... Like this \"plane\ncrash\". That you survived...\nYou claim there were others--\n-- More than forty, yes --\n-- Then why are you alone?\n\nHe looks at her. After a beat...\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nI left them.\n\nROUSSEAU\nWhy?\n\nSAYID\nThere was a --\n(beat)\nI did something.\n\nRousseau eyes him, innately understanding, somehow.\n\nROUSSEAU\nSomething you're ashamed of.\n\nSayid looks at her a moment, before offering a small nod.\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nAnd Nadia? You left her, too?\n\nSAYID\nShe wasn't on the plane.\n\nRousseau ponders that, then putting the pieces together...\n\nROUSSEAU SAYID\nSo you heard my transmission -\n- Came looking for me -- for -- I didn't know you were\nanswers... Hoping to find alive --\nsome way to get back to her -- -- There is no way --\n\n-- But if she's waiting -- I can't --\nsomewhere for you --\n-- She's dead!\n\nRousseau reacts, stricken.\n\n16 (CON T'D) (3) 16\n\nROUSSEAU\nDead...?\n(sitting on the cot)\nHow... How did--\n\nSAYID\n(quietly)\nBecause of me.\n\nON ROUSSEAU, looking at him with empathy as her eyes well up.\nShe reaches over and brushes her hand against his cheek.\n\nROUSSEAU\nI'm so sorry.\n\nThen, inexplicably, she bends down and kisses him on the\nlips. Sayid reacts with wary surprise, as she sits up.\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nI know what it's like to lose\nsomeone you...\n\nShe stops. Can't bring herself to say the word. Pulls it\ntogether. Abruptly stands --\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nI want to show you something.\n\nSAYID continues to eye Rousseau as she moves off frame...\n\n17\n17 INT. THE VALLEY - INFIRMARY CAVE - DAY\n\nCLOSE ON MICHAEL'S SKETCH, fully worked out now. As we hear:\n\nMICHAEL (O.S.)\n...See, this junction here reroutes\nsome of the spring's waterflow into\na couple of suspended basins...\n\nWIDEN to see Jack holding the pad, Michael next to him,\npointing at the sketch as he explains:\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nPop in some holes, we got showers.\nThat way we keep our drinking water\nseparate...\n\nJACK\n(impressed)\nThis is... You drew this?\n\n17 (CON T'D) 17\n\nMICHAEL\nYeah, well, I was an artist in a\nprevious life.\n\nJACK\nThought you were in construction.\n\nMICHAEL\nI am. I mean, I was.\n(beat)\nLong story. Maybe I'll tell you\nwhen we've got some time to kill.\n\nJack smiles, a genuine moment between these two men before --\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\nHey, Jack!\n\nThey look as CHARLIE runs in, winded...\n\nJACK\nWhat's up?\n\nCHARLIE\nDunno... Hurley's all worked-up\nover something. Says... Says we\nneed to come see it.\n\nJACK moves off, Michael and Charlie right behind him...\n\n18\n18 EXT. JUNGLE - CLEARING - AFTERNOON\n\nON HURLEY, standing by the bamboo shaft sticking out of the\nground - the top of the pole sports a torn remnant of the\nugly Hawaiian shirt tied to it. Like a flag. Hurley pulls a\nGOLD BAG into frame, next to him, and addresses someone.\n\nHURLEY\nWelcome to the first -- and,\nhopefully last -- Island Open.\n\nREVERSE to see JACK, MICHAEL and CHARLIE, dumbfounded.\n\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nHURLEY\nDig it. Just two holes for now...\nThree par and no waiting.\n\nJack looks at the flag, the hole, trying to absorb this.\n\n18 (CON T'D) 18\n\nJACK\nHurley, you -- You built a... a\ngolf course?\n\nHURLEY\nHey, rich idiots fly to tropical\nislands all the time to whack balls\naround. Gotta be something to it.\n\nMICHAEL\n(to Hurley)\nAll the stuff we gotta be dealing\nwith, man... This is what you've\nbeen wasting your time on?\n\nHurley sees it's time for the hard sell.\n\nHURLEY\n\nDudes... Listen... Our lives suck.\nEverybody's nerves are stretched to\nthe max. We're lost on an\nisland... running from boars,\nmonsters... Freakin' polar bears! --\n\nMICHAEL\nPolar bears?\n\nCHARLIE\nDidn't hear about the polar bear?\n\nHURLEY\n-- All I'm saying is... If we're\nstuck here, just surviving's not\ngonna cut it... People need some\nkind of relief. We gotta find some\nway to have... y'know, fun.\n(off Jack's unsure look)\nYeah, fun. Or we're just gonna go\ncrazy waiting for the next bad\nthing to happen to us.\n\nA moment passes as the others take his words in. Not sure\nwhat to make of all this. And then --\n\nCHARLIE\nIt's bloody brilliant!\n\nHe runs up to Hurley who high-fives him, delighted that\nsomebody gets it. Charlie grabs a club from the bag...\n\nON JACK and MICHAEL sharing an incredulous look.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 29.\n\nINT. FRENCH WOMAN'S HABITAT - MEANWHILE 19\n19\n\nCLOSE ON A BEAT-UP, ANTIQUE MUSIC BOX, with a waltzing couple\non top, frozen in place.\n\nROUSSEAU (O.S.)\nBeautiful, isn't it?\n\nPULL OUT to see it's held by ROUSSEAU, sitting next to SAYID.\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nIt was a gift from my love...\n\nSAYID\n(fishing)\nYou mean Alex?\n\nRousseau's eyes drift off for a moment.\n\nROUSSEAU\nRobert.\n(remembering)\nHe bought this for me in Singapore.\nFor our anniversary. It would play\nChopin.\n\nSAYID\nI'd... like to hear it.\n\nROUSSEAU\nIt's broken. Has been for... a\nlong time.\n(bittersweet)\nIt was such a comfort for me... the\nfirst few years here.\n\nShe gets lost in thought, Sayid eyeing her. After a beat...\n\nSAYID\nI could fix it for you.\n\nShe turns and looks at him.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nI could take a look at it... if you\nfree my hands...\n\nShe continues to eye him strangely, perhaps suspiciously,\nthen gets up and crosses to the desk, her back to him.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 30.\n19 (CON T'D) 19\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nI'm fairly food with mechanical\nthings... I'll need my hands to--\n\nCLOSE ON ROUSSEAU'S HANDS as she places the box down, slides\na LEATHER POUCH to her and removes an old, rusty syringe and\na corked vial of liquid.\n\nROUSSEAU\nWhat is written on the back of your\nphotograph? Did she write it, or\ndid you?\n\nON SAYID, getting NERVOUS -- unable to see her actions.\n\nSAYID\nWhat... What are you doing?\n\nShe draws the liquid into the syringe, then takes a piece of\nsandpaper and rubs the rusty needle. She turns to face him.\n\nROUSSEAU\nPerhaps you won't tell me because\nit causes too much pain.\n\nON SAYID, seeing the old, weather-worn hypo in her hand, as\nshe approaches him, continuing to sand the needle.\n\nSAYID\n(fear rising)\nRousseau... You don't have to do\nthat. Whatever it is... I only\noffered to fix your music box.\n\nShe crosses back to the cot and sits, looking at him, sadly.\n\nROUSSEAU\nSome things cannot be fixed, Sayid.\n\nAnd she jabs him with the needle...\n\nBLACK OUT.\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\nACT THREE\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - CLEARING - DAY 20\n20\n\nCLOSE ON MICHAEL and JACK, appearing concerned.\n\nMICHAEL\nThis is a problem, man.\n\nJACK\n(looking down)\nYeah.\n\nMICHAEL\nI mean, I know what I'd do... But\nthis is your call.\n\nJACK\n(making his decision)\nOkay...\n(looks up at Michael)\nGimme the seven-iron.\n\nCUT WIDE TO REVEAL they're talking about the lie of a GOLD\nBALL, stuck behind a mound of dirt. Michael removes the club\nfrom the golf bag beside him and hands it to Jack, who looks\ntoward the hole.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n(calling out)\nHeads up over there.\n\nON HURLEY and CHARLIE standing by the flagged \"hole,\" a\nputter in Charlie's hand, as they step back.\n\nJack chokes up on a club and lofts the ball into the air.\nAnd at that moment...\n\nSULLIVAN (O.S.)\nDoc? -- Hey, Doc!\n\nSULLIVAN emerges from the brush, spotting them.\n\nSULLIVAN (CONT'D)\nThere you are... Somebody said you\nwent this way. Listen... I think\nthis rash is spreading... I mean,\nit's like the size of a grapefruit--\n\nHe stops, noticing the club in Jack's hand.\n\nSULLIVAN (CONT'D)\nWhat are you doing?\n\n20 (CON T'D) 20\n\nON JACK, looking a little chagrined, feeling caught.\n\nJACK\nUh...\n\nHe peers at Michael, then back to Sullivan who sees Hurley\nand Charlie and the \"flag.\"\n\nSULLIVAN\n(incredulous)\nAre you-- Are you playing golf?\n\nON JACK, a little embarrassed, he finally admits:\n\nJACK\nY-yeah.\n\nSULLIVAN\n(after a beat, brightly)\nCan I play?\n\nON JACK and MICHAEL - sharing a look and a shrug.\n\n21\nINT. FRENCH WOMAN'S HABITAT - DAY\n21\n\nCLOSE ON SAYID, lying face down on top of the cluttered desk,\nas his eyes flutter open. Raising himself up... WE WIDEN to\nsee he's seated in a chair, his feet chained to the bottom of\nthe desk, he registers his hands are free...\n\nON SAYID as his eyes clear, the first thing he sees before\nhim is the MUSIC BOX, and a plastic container with several\ntools. He also notices other items pushed to the side...\n\nHIS POV - various maps (some hand-drawn) and schematics, as\nwell as a compass and other items.\n\nSAYID is about to reach toward the maps when he hears:\n\nROUSSEAU (O.S.)\nI'm sorry. About the sedative...\n\nON ROUSSEAU, sitting in a chair, her rifle across her lap.\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nIt was the only safe way for me to\nmove you.\n\nSayid looks at her, nods wearily. Almost resigned to it.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 33.\n21 (CON T'D) 21\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nYou offered to fix my music box...\nAfter all I've done to you.\nStriking you, shocking you... Why?\nWhy aren't you furious with me?\n\nSAYID\nThere's nothing you've done to me I\ndidn't already deserve.\n\nROUSSEAU\nPerhaps you aren't still a soldier\nafter all.\n\nSayid eyes her, then takes a screwdriver from the container.\n\nSAYID\nDo you want me to fix your music\nbox or don't you?\n\nROUSSEAU\nYes. Please.\n\nSAYID\nThen I want to know your name.\nYour first name.\n\nShe seems almost surprised by this. By his interest in her.\nAfter a beat --\n\nROUSSEAU\nDanielle. My name is Danielle.\n\nHe begins dismantling the music box. As he works...\n\nSAYID\nAnd how did you come to be on this\nisland, Danielle?\n\nROUSSEAU\nWe were part of a science team.\n\nSAYID\n(skeptical)\nA science team armed with rifles.\n(beat)\nWas Robert on the team?\n\nROUSSEAU\n(beat)\nYes.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 33A.\n21 (CON T'D) (2) 21\n\nSAYID\nAnd Alex -- was he --?\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 34.\n21 (CON T'D) (3) 21\n\nROUSSEAU\n(ignores him)\nOur vessel was three days out of\nTahiti when our instruments\nmalfunctioned... It was night -- a\nstorm... the sounds --\n(beat)\nThe ship slammed into rocks, ran\naground... The hull breached\nbeyond repair. So we made camp...\nDug out this temporary shelter...\n(to herself, wryly)\nTemporary...\n(then)\nNearly two months we survived\nhere... Two months before...\n\n...She trails off.\n\nSAYID\nYour distress signal... the message\nI heard. You said: \"It killed them\nall...\" Did you mean that... thing\nin the jungle?\n\nROUSSEAU\nWhat \"thing\"?\n\nON Sayid. How could she not...?\n\nSAYID\nThen what -- ?\n\nROUSSEAU\nWhat killed them? Oh, what killed\nthem? Yes, I suppose that's the\nquestion, isn't it?\n\nAnd now, PUSHING IN, any semblance of lucidity we found with\nRousseau is replaced by something... well, ELSE --\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nWe were coming back from the black\nrock. It was them.\n(beat)\nThey were the carriers...\n\nSAYID\nWhat? Who --?\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 35.\n21 (CON T'D) (4) 21\n\nROUSSEAU\nThe others.\n\nSAYID\nWhat others? And what's the black\nrock?\n(but she only stares off)\nDanielle -- Have you seen other\npeople on this island?\n\nROUSSEAU\nNo.\n(then)\nBut I hear them. Out there in the\njungle.\n(then)\nThey whisper.\n\nSayid eyes her, pityingly. She senses it and looks at him.\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nYou think I'm insane.\n\nCLOSE ON SAYID, deciding how to answer that. Then --\n\nSAYID\nI think you've been alone. For too\nlong.\n\nINT. IRAQI BASE - CELL - DAY - FLASHBACK 22\n22\n\nDARKNESS, then the CLANGING of a steel door being unlocked\nand swung open. Light streaming in reveals NADIA, sitting on\na metal bench, in the windowless cell, looking tired, thin.\nShe squints up into the harsh light outside the cell to see\n\nSAYID, entering, holding a rolled up jacket.\n\nSAYID\nGood morning, Nadia.\n\nNADIA\nIs it morning already?\n\nTheir manner now is casual, a comfortable routine they've\nfallen into. Sayid sits next to her and produces a small\nloaf of bread, which she tears into, hungrily.\n\nSAYID\nI'm sorry... it's all I could find.\nI'll try to bring you fruit, later.\n(MOR E)\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY 23\n23\n\nON BOONE, crossing away from a couple of other survivors, who\ntrek off towards the jungle. We see others conferring\nanimatedly, then moving off as well when Boone arrives by\n\nSHANNON, wearing sunglasses, sunning herself.\n\nBOONE\nYou're not gonna believe this...\n\nSHANNON\n(not looking up)\nYou learned to tie your own shoes?\n\nBOONE\nFunny. Somebody at the caves built\na golf course in the jungle.\n\nSHANNON raises her glasses and finally looks up at him.\n\nSHANNON\nAre you high?\n\nPULL OUT to reveal KATE crossing by with wood for the signal\nfire as she overhears:\n\nBOONE\nSeriously... A golf course.\nDoctor's there now, playing with\nsome other--\n\nKate stops and looks at him, disbelievingly.\n\nKATE\nJack? Is golfing?\n\nBOONE\n(to Kate, amused)\nS'what I hear. Don't know about\nyou, but I gotta check this out.\n\nHe turns and starts off, as Shannon gets to her feet.\n\nSHANNON\nWell, wait for me, bonehead.\n\nShe runs to catch up with him as Kate drops the wood where\nshe stands and starts off toward the jungle path, herself...\n\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nA doctor playing golf...\n\n23 (CON T'D) 23\n\nKate stops, looks over and sees SAWYER, sitting by his tent.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nBoy-howdy, now I've heard\neverything. What's next? A cop\neatin' a donut?\n\nKATE\n(a dare)\nIf you wanna come, you should just\nsay so.\n\nSAWYER\nThink I'll pass on that, freckles.\nNot big on crowds. And, face it,\ncrowd's not too hot on me, neither.\n\nKate stares at him a moment.\n\nKATE\nDo you like being an outcast,\nSawyer?\n\nSAWYER\nLast I check, you weren't exactly\nrunnin' the yearbook committee\nyourself, pumpkin...\n\nKATE\nLast I checked, you had a knife\nsticking out of your arm.\n\nSAWYER\nHell -- misunderstandings happen.\n\nSawyer unleashes his grin. Kate just shakes her head.\nSmiles despite herself --\n\nKATE\nSo this is it, huh? Just...\nsitting around, pretending it's\nokay that they all hate you?\n\nSAWYER\n(shrugs)\nWorks for me.\n\nKATE\nNo it doesn't. Because I know\nbetter.\n\nThe reminder of this sobers Sawyer up.\n\n23 (CON T'D) (2) 23\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nOne outcast to another?\n(beat)\nI'd think about making more of an\neffort.\n\nSAWYER\nDuly noted.\n\nKATE, realizing he's hopeless, turns and goes. OFF SAWYER,\nwatching her, stewing on her words.\n\n24\nINT. FRENCH WOMAN'S HABITAT - MEANWHILE\n24\n\nCLOSE ON SAYID'S HANDS as he tightens a screw on the bottom\nof the music box. WIDEN ON HIM as he rights the box up, and\nturns the key on the side. MUSIC - a CHOPIN WALTZ emanates\nfrom it and the waltzing couple spin.\n\nON ROUSSEAU, in her chair, as the sound reaches her. She\nlooks at Sayid who smiles and holds out the box for her. Her\nface brightens as she stands and crosses to him to take it,\nputting NADIA's PHOTO down on the edge of the desk.\n\nSAYID\nSome things can be fixed.\nYou see?\n\nROUSSEAU marvels at the waltzing couple atop the box,\nlaughing. As she does ANGLE ON SAYID'S HAND, palming the\nsmall screwdriver.\n\nROUSSEAU\nThank you. Oh, god... Thank you so\nmuch. How long it's been since\nI've heard music. It is...\n(overcome)\nThank you.\n\nAs she sways, dancing... Sayid watches her. Then --\n\nSAYID\nDanielle -- please let me go.\n\nShe slowly stops swaying as his request reaches her brain --\n\nROUSSEAU\nGo? Go where?\n\nSAYID\nBack to the people I told you\nabout.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 40.\n24 (CON T'D) 24\n\nROUSSEAU\nThe ones you left behind?\n(beat)\nBut you said -- you said you had to\nleave them. That you were ashamed.\n\nA moment. He IS ashamed. But then he looks up, a sense of\nOWNERSHIP OF THAT SHAME in his eyes. And more importantly,\nthe desire to absolve himself of it.\n\nSAYID\nThat is why I have to go back.\n\nRousseau is getting UPSET. Doesn't like this AT ALL --\n\nROUSSEAU\n-- You can't. You have to stay.\nIt's not safe...\n\nSAYID\nNot safe? What's not --\n\nROUSSEAU SAYID\nYou need me. You can't\nleave. -- Danielle, please --\n\nSuddenly, the ROAR of a large animal -- Bear? Tiger?\nMammoth? -- is heard from outside, close by. Most definitely\nNOT our monster. Their heads whip toward it.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nWhat -- What was --\n\nAnd BANG: wordlessly, ROUSSEAU's on the move... She quickly\nputs the music box down, sweeps the tools into the plastic\ncontainer and crosses with it to a cabinet in the corner.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nWhat are you doing?\n\nShe places the container out of the way and grabs her rifle.\n\nROUSSEAU\nIf we're lucky, it's one of the\nbears.\n\nSAYID\nIf we're lucky?\n\nROUSSEAU\nDinner.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 41.\n24 (CON T'D) (2) 24\n\nShe opens the cabinet revealing ANOTHER RIFLE, A HANDGUN, THE\nMACHETE and BOXES OF AMMO. She drapes an AMMO BELT across\nher shoulder, shoves the pistol into her waistband, the\nmachete through a loop on the belt. She's a fucking warrior.\n\nSAYID\nFree me -- so I can come with you.\nHelp you --\n\nROUSSEAU\nNo. You'll leave me -- Run off.\nYou have to stay --\n\nArmed to the teeth, she moves to the ladder.\n\nSAYID\nDanielle, listen to me... It might\nbe that thing out there. The\nmonster...\n\nShe stops climbing and looks back at him, with a tender,\nthough almost patronizing look.\n\nROUSSEAU\nPoor Sayid... There are no such\nthings as monsters.\n\nShe climbs to the top, pushes up the mesh and exits. Sayid's\neyes drift back to the cabinet, staring --\n\nHIS POV - SLOW PUSH IN on the OTHER RIFLE she left behind.\nPUSH IN on Sayid, weighing what has to be done, as we hear:\n\nOMAR (PRE-LAP)\nYou have to execute her...\n\nINT. IRAQI BASE - CORRIDOR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 25\n25\n\nON SAYID, confused.\n\nSAYID\nWhat --?\n\nWIDEN to see OMAR, reiterating the order.\n\nOMAR\nThe Jaseem woman has given us\nnothing. This will be a message to\nothers who will not talk --\n\n25 (CON T'D) 25\n\nSAYID\nI just need more time with her --\n\nAnd Omar says this like it's the most ordinary thing in the\nworld to say --\n\nOMAR\nYou've had more than a month. You\nfailed, Sayid. Now take her\noutside and shoot her.\n(off Sayid's hesitation)\nIs this a problem?\n\nSAYID\nNo. It is not a problem.\n\nOMAR nods and crosses off, leaving SAYID as the pain of his\nduty registers on his face.\n\nINT. IRAQI BASE - CELL - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 26\n26\n\nDARKNESS, again. Then the noise of the door being unbolted\nand swinging open. Light falling onto NADIA, who peers up at\n\nSAYID, in the doorway, holding something.\n\nNADIA\nWhat did you bring me today --?\n\nSayid takes a step in and Nadia sees an ARMED GUARD standing\nnext to him. Before she can say another word...\n\nSAYID tosses a BLACK HOOD to her.\n\nSAYID\nPut it on.\n\nNADIA stares at the hood, then looks back to Sayid.\n\nNADIA\nAre you going to hurt me, Sayid?\n\nCLOSE ON SAYID, stoic, but his eyes filled with regret. And\nafter a long, PAINFUL beat...\n\nHe nods.\n\nBLACK OUT.\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (YELLOW) 10/5/04 43.\n\nACT FOUR\n\nINT. FRENCH WOMAN'S HABITAT - DAY 27\n27\n\nCLOSE ON A SMALL SCREWDRIVER, being worked around inside a\nPADLOCK, when we hear a -- CLICK --\n\nWIDEN as SAYID pulls the lock open and frees his second leg,\nthe first already unshackled. With effort, he pushes himself\nup to a standing position, and makes his way to the cabinet.\n\nHe takes the rifle, finds a box of ammo, then opens the gun\nup to load...\n\nINTERCUT WITH:\n\nA28\nEXT. JUNGLE - MEANWHILE\nA2 8\n\nON ROUSSEAU, as she moves into frame, her eyes scanning the\nsurroundings. She stops and listens for a moment... Then, as\nif sensing something, she looks back toward the direction she\ncame, lowers her rifle, and starts to walk back...\n\nB28\nINT. FRENCH WOMAN'S HABITAT - MEANWHILE\nB2 8\n\nSAYID limps over to the ladder when something occurs to him.\nHe turns back to the desk and hurriedly moves to it--\n\nHe grabs his backpack, then the maps, schematics, compass and\nother items, shoving them all into his bag. Then, he hoists\nthe bag over his shoulder and struggles up the ladder...\n\nLOW ANGLE - As he moves the mesh and climbs out... TILT DOWN\nto see NADIA'S PHOTO lying on the ground where it has\nfallen... Forgotten.\n\n28\n28 EXT. JUNGLE - ANOTHER PART OF CLEARING - DAY\n\nA CROWD has gathered to watch, including BOONE, SHANNON,\nETHAN, SULLIVAN, and KATE... We see WALT arrive... CHARLIE,\nHURLEY, and MICHAEL are standing on the sidelines, waiting.\n\nHURLEY\nDude. I think you stuck it.\n\nON JACK, crossing to the golf bag, Kate joins him.\n\nKATE\nThis thing have a ladies' tee?\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (YELLOW) 10/5/04 43A.\n28 (CON T'D) 28\n\nJACK\nHey -- When did you --\n\nKATE\nLittle while ago. Almost didn't\nrecognize you...\n(off his look)\nYou're smiling.\n\nJACK\nGotta watch that.\n\nKATE\nHow'd you come up with --\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 44.\n28 (CON T'D) (2) 28\n\nJACK\nNot me. It was all Hurley...\n\nHe looks over at HURLEY, about to tee off. Charlie nearby.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nI'm going crazy trying to make\neveryone feel safe -- I'm not\nsleeping because I want everyone to\nfeel safe. This guy builds a golf\ncourse? Everyone feels safe.\n(pure admiration)\nGenius.\n\nON HURLEY as he muffs the shot and the ball dribbles a few\nfeet away. The PEANUT GALLERY laughs, applauding.\n\nHURLEY\nAw... Crap. Do-over!\n\nCHARLIE\nNice shot, Tiger. And it's called\na Mulligan.\n\nANGLE ON MICHAEL, chuckling, standing off to the side.\n\nWALT (O.S.)\nDad?\n\nMichael sees Walt approaching. Michael's happy to see him.\n\nMICHAEL\nHey, Walt -- Check it out, man.\n\nWALT\nYou left me alone at the caves...\n\nMICHAEL\nWhat? I left you with Claire...\n\nWALT\n\nShe's sleeping.\n\nMICHAEL\n(realizing)\nOh. Oh, man... I'm sorry. I\njust... I just got caught up --\n(kneeling next to him)\nI'm really sorry, Walt. I screwed\nup. I'm make it up to you.\n(then)\nHey -- You wanna play?\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 44A.\n28 (CON T'D) (3) 28\n\nWalt eyes the other grabbing clubs, conversing, laughing.\n\nWALT\nNaw. That's okay. There's other\npeople waiting.\n\nMICHAEL\nThey won't mind. C'mon, man, take\na swing.\n\nWalt shakes his head. Before Michael can offer again...\n\nINT. IRAQI BASE - CORRIDORS - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 30\n30\n\nTRACKING WITH SAYID as he leads the ARMED GUARD and HOODED\nNADIA, her hands shackled, down a corridor. As they come to\na connecting hallway, he halts and turns to the Guard.\n\nSAYID\nI'll take it from here.\n\nThey Guard eyes him for a beat, then offers a salute. Sayid\nreturns it and the Guard goes. Sayid takes Nadia's arm and\nmarches her down the other corridor.\n\nThey eventually reach a steel door, Sayid stops again, and\nchecks the coast. No one's around. He reaches up and pulls\nthe hood off Nadia, who flinches, squinting from the light.\n\nNADIA\nWhat -- What's happening?\n\nSayid gets keys from his pocket and unlocks her restraints.\n\nNADIA (CONT'D)\nWhat are you doing?\n\nSAYID\nForty meters out this door, there's\na supply truck that will be leaving\nshortly. They don't check them on\nthe way out, only coming in... Get\ninside, cover yourself any way you\ncan... They won't reach the city\nfor thirty minutes... plenty of\ntime for you to jump out and hide --\n\nNadia REALIZES what this means. Overwhelmed. Then --\n\nNADIA\nCome with me.\n\nSAYID\n-- I can't. Desertion... they\nwould kill my family. I'm sorry...\nI don't have your courage.\n\nNADIA\nYou have more than you know.\n\nA MOMENT. Under any other circumstance, it might lead to a\nkiss. But then --\n\n30 (CON T'D) 30\n\nNADIA SEES IT - HER PHOTO, protruding from the top of Sayid's\nshirt pocket. A pen is clipped there, as well. She reaches\nup and pulls out the photo.\n\nSAYID\nWhat are you --?\n\nShe says nothing as she takes his pen, writes something on\nthe back of her photo. Sayid anxiously looks around --\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nNadia... Please... You have to go.\n\nOMAR (O.S.)\nSayid!\n\nOMAR approaches, a look of confusion of his face.\n\nOMAR (CONT'D)\nWhat are you doing?\n\nCLOSE ON SAYID, his mind reeling, trying to figure out what\npossible answer he could give.\n\nON OMAR, understanding now all too well what Sayid's doing.\nHis hand reaches down to his sidearm. ON SAYID, seeing that.\n\nSAYID\n(quietly)\nOmar... Don't --\n\nOMAR\nGuar--!\n\nSayid quickly draws his pistol and SHOOTS.\n\nOMAR is blasted back to the wall and slumps down dead. ON\nSAYID, staring in shock. Nadia behind him...\n\nNADIA\nSayid -- You have to come with me\nnow. They'll kill you...\n\nSAYID\nNo. You escaped, stole my gun and\nshot him... And then you shot me.\n\nNADIA\nWhat -- ?\n\nAnd Sayid suddenly SHOOTS HIMSELF in the leg. He stumbles to\nthe floor, enduring the pain.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 48.\n30 (CON T'D) (2) 30\n\nNADIA (CONT'D)\nSayid!\n\nHe peers up at her and holds out the gun.\n\nSAYID\nTake it.\n(off her hesitation)\nPlease, Nadia...\n\nReluctantly, she takes the gun from his hand, replacing it\nwith her photo.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nNow go! GO!!\n\nWithout another word, she turns and runs out the door.\n\nON SAYID, hearing distant voices shouting: \"What was that?\"\n\"Gunfire --\" He looks at Nadia's photo, then turns it over.\nAnd as he reads what she wrote --\n\n31\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n31\n\nON ROUSSEAU as she reaches the tree behind which Sayid took\ncover. She hesitates for a moment, then, in a flash...\n\nNEW ANGLE - She steps behind it, rifle poised to fire, and\nfinds Sayid gone. Before she has time to react...\n\nSAYID (O.S.)\nPut the gun down, Danielle.\n\nCome around her to find -- SAYID has gotten the drop on her,\ncountering from the other side of the tree. He's got his\nrifle trained at her head.\n\nROUSSEAU lowers her gun and slowly turns to look at him.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nPut it down. On the ground.\n\nROUSSEAU eyes him a moment, almost sadly. Then begins to\nraise her gun up again.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nPlease... I don't wish to hurt you.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 49.\n31 (CON T'D) 31\n\nROUSSEAU SAYID\nYou already have.\n-- DON'T!\n\nBut she ignores him, RAISING HER GUN --\n\nON SAYID, as it becomes clear what he has to do. He FIRES.\nBut, nothing happens. Not even the sound of the hammer.\n\nROUSSEAU (O.S.)\nThat was his gun...\n\nSayid looks at Rousseau, her gun still trained on him.\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nThe firing pin's been removed.\nRobert didn't notice it was missing\neither when I shot him.\n\nON SAYID, stunned.\n\nSAYID\nYou...\n(beat)\nBut you loved him.\n\nROUSSEAU\n(painfully)\nHe was sick.\n\nSAYID\nSick...?\n\nROUSSEAU\nIt took them... One after the\nother. I... I had no choice. They\nwere already lost...\n\nSAYID\nYou killed them --?\n\nROUSSEAU\nWhat would've happened if we were\nrescued? It would've spread... I\ncouldn't let that happen...\n(raising her rifle)\nI won't.\n\nSayid tosses his rifle aside, and glares at her.\n\nSAYID\nI am not sick!\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 49A.\n31 (CON T'D) (2) 31\n\nShe pauses, staring at him, her eyes welling with tears.\nAfter a beat, softly --\n\nROUSSEAU\nI know.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (PINK) 10/5/04 50.\n31 (CON T'D) (3) 31\n\nSAYID\nThen why kill me?\n\nROUSSEAU\nI don't... I don't want... I... I\ndon't know how else to stop you...\n\nThe rifle drops to her side, as if exhaustion has suddenly\novertaken her. Tears stream down her cheeks.\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nI can't let you go... You don't...\nunderstand... To have someone... to\ntalk to... to touch...\n\nSayid looks at her for a moment, pityingly. He takes a step\ntoward her and she swings the rifle up again. Sayid halts,\nputting up his hands. After a beat...\n\nSAYID\n\"You'll find me in the next life...\nif not this one.\"\n\nROUSSEAU\n(looking at him, puzzled)\nWhat?\n\nSAYID\nThe writing. On the back of\nNadia's photo.\n\nRousseau stares at him, her weapon still trained.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nI know what it is like to hold on\nto someone. I've been holding on\nfor the last seven years to just a\nthought... A blind hope... that\nsomewhere... she is still alive.\n\nHe starts to walk toward her.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nBut the more I hold on, the more I\npull away from those around me. I\nmay know in my heart that I cannot\never let her go...\n(beat)\nBut I can't find her alone.\n\nSayid stands right before the rifle barrel.\n\nLOST \"Solitary\" (GREEN) 10/7/04 51.\n31 (CON T'D) (4) 31\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nThat's why I need to go back. The\nonly way off this... place --\nIs with their help.\n\nHe reaches her and takes hold of the rifle barrel... There's\na beat, before she relinquishes her weapon to him, and slumps\nto the ground, spent. He lowers himself next to her.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nCome with me. We have a doctor -\n\nShe shakes her head. No.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nDanielle, you have to stop\npunishing yourself. You don't have\nto be alone.\n\nRousseau looks at him a moment, sadly resigned.\n\nROUSSEAU\nYes. I do.\n\nShe slowly gets to her feet and takes her rifle back.\n\nROUSSEAU (CONT'D)\nYour people, the ones you're\ndetermined to return to...\n(pointedly)\nWatch them closely.\n\nAnd with that, she turns and starts to walk away.\n\nON SAYID, watching her go. Then, a question burns in him and\nhe calls after her.\n\nSAYID\nWho is Alex?\n\nTRACKING WITH ROUSSEAU, her back to him as she moves on...\n\nROUSSEAU\nAlex was my child.\n\nAs she passes frame, we're left with SAYID staring after her,\nregistering this new piece of the puzzle.\n\nCUT WIDE to see him standing in the jungle, alone again.\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\nACT FIVE/EPILOGUE\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - CLEARING - EVENING 32\n32\n\nEXTREME LOW ANGLE, behind the hole, as a golf ball rolls\ntoward it, bumping along the uneven ground. We hear shouts\nfrom the unseen crowd: \"Looks good.\" \"Get in there!\" The\nball takes a sharp turn and runs past the hole.\n\nRACK FOCUS to see CHARLIE, putter in his hand, some ten feet\naway. As the crowd gives a collective \"Awww.\"\n\nCHARLIE\nBollocks. You see that?\n\nON CROWD, now thirty or so strong, and including SUN, SCOTT,\nSTEVE, etc. JACK, MICHAEL, HURLEY and KATE standing with\nthem. All having a great time.\n\nHURLEY\n(to Charlie)\nDude. You were robbed.\n\nMICHAEL\n`Kay, Jack. S'up to you now. Sink\nthis and you get to wear the\nblazer.\n\nKATE\n(to Jack)\nNo pressure.\n\nCharlie joins them as Jack moves off to his ball.\n\nHURLEY\n(to no one in particular)\nFive bucks says he makes it.\n\nBOONE\nMake it ten and you're on.\n\nCHARLIE\n(to Hurley, hurt)\nYou're betting against me?\n\nHURLEY\nNo offense, dude. But you're a\nduffer like me.\n\nSULLIVAN\nHey, I don't have any cash. But\nI'll put up my dinner tonight on\nthe doc.\n\n32 (CON T'D) 32\n\nThe CROWD becomes a buzz of people shouting out wagers. Kate\nlaughs, finding it all hysterical.\n\nThen, from the back:\n\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nI got two tubes of sunscreen and a\nflashlight says he chokes.\n\nON KATE as she and the others turn to see\n\nSAWYER standing behind them, looking back with uncertain\ndefiance. There's a long awkward moment as all the fun\ndissipates with his arrival.\n\nON JACK, eyeing Sawyer, as well.\n\nON KATE, recognizing the heated tension in the air, but\nfeeling for Sawyer, proud of him for making the effort.\n\nKATE\n(to Sawyer)\nI'll take that action.\n\nSome in the crowd look at her, as does JACK. After a\nmoment...\n\nBOONE\nYeah, me, too.\n\nSHANNON\nYou already bet on Jack, dumbass.\n\nBOONE\nWe can use the sunscreen, princess.\n\nAfter a moment, the tension broken, people again turn back to\ncheer Jack on. \"Let's go, Jack!\" \"C'mon, Doc!\"\n\nKATE looks at Sawyer. Sawyer glances at her for a moment,\nthen turns back to watch the action.\n\nJACK sees this, then looks down at his ball and lines up his\nputt. As his putter strikes the ball...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - LOCKE'S SPOT - MEANWHILE 33\n33\n\nTHWAK! A THROWN KNIFE imbeds itself in a tree trunk. The\ntree sports dozens of scars, as this isn't the first time a\nknife has cut into it.\n\n33 (CON T'D) 33\n\nWIDEN a bit as LOCKE crosses in and pries the knife out. He\nturns and walks back several paces, readying himself to throw\nit again, when he stops himself, sensing something, and says\nwithout turning...\n\nLOCKE\nDoes your father know you're here?\n\nARC AROUND LOCKE to find\n\nWALT, standing by the edge of the jungle, behind him. Though\nLocke's back is to him, he answers with a shake of his head.\n\nWALT\nCan you teach me how to do that?\n\nLocke lowers his arm, and turns to face Walt for the first\ntime. After eyeing him a few moments, he flips the knife\nover in his hand and offers the hilt out for Walt to take.\n\nON WALT, his eyes widen, as he steps in toward Locke and\nreaches out...\n\nCLOSE ON HIS HAND as it takes hold of the hilt and Locke lets\ngo...\n\n34\nEXT. JUNGLE - MEANWHILE\n34\n\nON SAYID, exhausted, stumbling his way through the jungle.\nHe's grunting a bit, but moving with purpose, now using a\nfound tree limb as a crutch/walking stick...\n\nSuddenly, he reacts to something and stops, with a sharp\nintake of breath, holding it. He listens. All we HEAR is:\n\nWIND rustling through the dense thicket of trees.\n\nON SAYID - His head darts around...\n\nHIS POV - Nothing but jungle, trees being blown by the\nbreeze. And then we hear it... Amidst the sound of the\nwind, there's something else... Though faint, it sounds like:\n\nTHE WHISPERING OF VOICES, seemingly all around him.\n\nAnd as we PUSH IN on Sayid, wondering whether the wind is\nplaying tricks on him or... There is something out there.\n\nBLACK OUT.\n\nTHE END"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"Raised by Another\"\n\nWritten by\n\nLynne E. Litt\n\nTEASER\n\nPURE SILENCE. Then THE DISTINCT SOUND of a BABY'S CRY rises\nas we PUSH THROUGH the \"O\" of the LOST logo onto --\n\nA CLOSED EYE. SNAPS OPEN as we hear the CRY again and --\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - CLAIRE'S CUBBY - NIGHT\n1 1\n\nCLAIRE BOLTS UPRIGHT INTO FRAME. And we're EXTREMELY CLOSE\non her. She's confused. Disoriented. Couldn't have heard --\n\nThe BABY CRIES again. Distant, but not too distant.\n\nAnd instinctively Claire's hand falls to her belly... and her\nface REGISTERS this before we MOVE DOWN to find --\n\nHer belly is perfectly FLAT. She's not pregnant. And she's\ntrying to make sense of how this is possible as we REALIZE --\n\nClaire is in one of the small caves/cubbies inside the\nvalley. The CRY again. Coming from outside the caves.\n\nAnd whatever the fuck is going on, Claire is DRAWN TOWARDS\nthat sound so --\n\nWe FOLLOW HER as she leaves the caves and enters --\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS\n2 2\n\nMoonshadows mix with mist. A WHISPERING wind. STARS\nbrighter in the sky than we've EVER SEEN THEM. And a baby.\nSomewhere out there -- STILL CRYING.\n\nAnd this is really fucking SCARY. Anything could be out\nhere. Claire very aware of this, but moving through the\nDENSE FOLIAGE anyway. And suddenly --\n\nA BRANCH CRACKS!\n\nClaire spins -- SOMETHING flashes through the thick brush --\nSOMETHING FAST --\n\nClaire stumbles back -- steadies herself with one hand on the\nTRUNK of a LARGE TREE. And oddly enough, embedded in its\ntrunk are two PINK LINES, like RINGS around the tree. They\nseem to GLOW in the moonlight. And Claire is as perplexed by\nthem as we are but...\n\n2 (CON T'D): 2\n\nThe baby cries again. And it's closer now. More URGENT.\nDistressed. A WAIL.\n\nClaire lets go of the tree -- still scared, but DRIVEN now --\nPUSHING THROUGH the thick LEAVES until she emerges into --\n\nA CLEARING\n\nAnd Claire comes to a full STOP as she sees --\n\nLOCKE. Sitting at a LARGE WOODEN DESK, eyes down, flipping\nover what look like LARGE PLAYING CARDS by the light of a\nPURPLE SHADED DESK LAMP.\n\nThis makes as much sense to Claire as it does to us --\n\nCLAIRE\nWh -- what's happening?\n\nLOCKE\nYou know what's happening.\n\nLocke turns over another card. Claire, FREAKED, takes a step\ncloser to the desk --\n\nCLAIRE\nI don't understand -- Why are\nyou...?\n\nLocke nods his head\nThe CRY again. Anguished. In trouble.\ntowards the sound --\n\nLOCKE\nHe was your responsibility.\n(turns a card)\nBut you gave him away, Claire.\n\nFINALLY, Locke looks up -- And both his eyes are OPAQUE. ONE\nis SOLID BLACK. One is solid WHITE.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nEveryone pays the price now.\n\nOh. SHIT. Claire backs off, TERRIFIED as LOCKE SHOUTS AT\nTHE TOP OF HIS LUNGS...\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nEVERYONE PAYS THE PRICE NOW!!!!\n\nAnd Claire TAKES OFF, running --\n\n2 (CON T'D): (2) 2\n\nRunning towards the sound of the CRYING BABY. Even MORE\nDIRE. The jungle even THICKER. The noises around her even\nSCARIER. And we're so close on her -- SO IN HER HEAD as\nshe's literally being SUFFOCATED by the jungle until --\nClaire BURSTS into --\n\nANOTHER CLEARING\n\nAnd here is A BASSINET. White. Crisp linens. A MOBILE\nhangs from a TREE BRANCH above it.\n\nAnd the CRIES are gone. Eerily SILENT.\n\nPart of Claire doesn't want to look inside... but she has to.\nSlowly moves towards the crib, as we get a better look at the\nMOBILE --\n\nHalf winged, busted TOY AIRPLANES hang from its strings --\nTHE OCEANIC LOGO clear on them all.\n\nAnd as Claire looks down into the crib, all we can make out\nis THICK BLANKETS. And as Claire reaches for what's SWADDLED\nINSIDE --\n\nThe mobile TURNS ON. And eerie, tinkery tune -- \"Catch a\nFalling Star.\" The fractured PLANES begin to SPIN --\n\nAnd Claire ignores this as her hands DIG into the blankets...\nbut something is wrong... something is seriously wrong --\n\nAnd the JUNGLE around us is ALIVE -- SHADOWS, WHISPERS and\nTHINGS MOVING FAST -- The SONG in high gear, CHIPMUNKS SPEED -\n- and those once white blankets are NOW COVERED IN THIS\nVISCOUS DARK LIQUID until FINALLY --\n\nThe MOBILE STOPS. The jungle is STILL.\n\nAnd Claire pulls a PRISTINE BABY from the blankets.\n\nWait. No. It's not a baby... It's a DOLL. Plastic.\nDiapers. Eyes closed. And Claire just holds it. Scared.\nConfused. A beat. Another beat.\n\nAnd the Doll's eyes FLIP OPEN as it CRIES. An INHUMAN HOWL.\n\nClaire DROPS it -- PETRIFIED -- STEPPING BACK -- TRYING TO\n\nGET AWAY -- And that's when she realizes -- There is\nsomething DARK all over her HANDS. LIQUID.\n\nCLAIRE SCREAMS! And we --\n\nSMASH CUT TO:\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (PINK) 9/23/04 4.\n\n3 INT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT 3\n\nSUPER TIGHT ON CLAIRE AS -- SHE SCREAMS!\n\nAnd we PULL BACK to find her STANDING in the middle of the\nvalley. Alone. Waning FIRELIGHT.\n\nAnd now STIRRING. People waking up to the sound of the\nSCREAMS. And it's --\n\nCHARLIE who reaches her first -- Claire STILL screaming --\n\nCHARLIE\nClaire? Claire!?!\n\nNo idea what the fuck is going on, Charlie grabs her by the\nshoulders -- And she WAKES up -- EYES WIDE -- AS SCARED AS\nSHE'S EVER BEEN -- instinctively LASHING OUT at Charlie --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nClaire -- Stop! It's me -- It's\nCharlie -- It's okay!\n\nIn the far background, SUN, JIN, HURLEY and MICHAEL arrive\nfrom other areas of the caves. They've heard the screams.\nAs they meet up, fast, overlapping --\n\nSUN MICHAEL\n(in Korean) I think it's Claire.\nWhat's going on?\n\nHURLEY JIN\nIs she okay? (in Korean)\nIs it the baby?\n\nMeanwhile, Charlie is still trying to rouse Claire --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nClaire. Listen to me --\n\nAnd finally Claire zeroes in on Charlie. Blinks. Confused.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nIt's okay.\n(consoling)\nYou were dreaming --\nsleepwalking...\n\nAnd that's when Charlie's eyes drop. Sees something.\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (PINK) 9/23/04 4A.\n3 (CON T'D): 3\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nClaire --\n(beat)\nWhat happened...?\n\nAnd we can feel it before we see it. Claire looks down at\nher hands -- in fact all the way up to her wrists --\n\nThey're covered in blood.\n\nEND OF TEASER\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 5.\n\nACT ONE\n\n4 INT. THE VALLEY - INFIRMARY CAVE - MORNING 4\n\nWe find Claire with JACK over in his INFIRMARY AREA. He's\nputting on his bedside manner as he examines her HANDS.\nShe's still shaken up, but putting on her best game face.\n\nJACK\nMust've been a hell of a nightmare.\n\nCLAIRE\n(forced smile)\nWho says it was a nightmare?\n\nJack rips off a PIECE OF BANDAGE, delicately wraps Claire's\nhand in it as we see FOUR DEEP CUTS embedded in her palm.\n\nJACK\nI'd say when someone makes fist so\ntight they dig their fingernails a\nquarter inch into their palms,\nthey're not dreaming about pony\nrides.\n(her eyes drop)\nY'ever sleepwalk before?\n\nCLAIRE\nNo. I mean I don't think so-- I\nmean how would I know?\n\nJACK\nIt'd get back to you. I had a\ngirlfriend once, told me I talked\nin my sleep.\n\nCLAIRE\nWhat'd you say?\n\nJACK\nDon't know. Whatever it was, she\ndidn't like it.\n\nClaire cracks a GRIN as Jack BANDAGES her other hand --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nHow was your OBgyn -- in Sydney?\n\nCLAIRE\nGood. She's good.\n\n4 (CON T'D): 4\n\nJACK\nShe was okay with letting you fly\nin your third trimester?\n\nSomething Claire doesn't wanna TELL.\nThere's something here.\n\nCLAIRE\nI had a checkup the week before...\nshe said it would be okay.\n\nJACK\nUltrasound cool?\n\nCLAIRE\nYeah. Very healthy.\n\nJACK\nHow've you been feeling?\n\nCLAIRE\nMy back hurts. Probably from\nsleeping on the ground. I get\ndizzy when I stand up too fast.\nAnd I have to pee all the time.\n\nJACK\n(smiles)\nEating enough?\n\nCLAIRE\nBoar N' Bananas, yeah.\n\nJACK\n(finishes bandaging)\nHow many weeks in are you?\n(off her uncertainty)\n... what was the date you found out\nyou were pregnant?\n\nWe're ON CLAIRE as she can't help but recall:\n\nINT. LOFT - DAY - FLASHBACK\n5 5\n\nA small, typically messy Sydney loft of a 21 year-old guy.\nCanvases and paints. CDs and clothes and posters and food\nand it's comfy, but definitely a young person's first place.\nThere have been lots of parties here -- but this moment is\nnot one of them: the guy who lives here, THOMAS, is freaking\nout -- as is CLAIRE -- both of them walking across the small\nplace, from the open bathroom door, towards the window, for\nlight -- she's holding a PREGNANCY TEST WAND:\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 7.\n5 (CON T'D): 5\n\nTHOMAS CLAIRE\n-- is it pink? -- I don't know yet!\n-- Did you pee on it? -- Yes! Gimme a second--\n-- maybe you didn't use it\nright -- -- I can pee on a wand,\n-- what color is it? Thomas--\n(checking his watch) -- how long has it been?\n-- sixty-six seconds...\n\nThey're at the drapeless window now, both closely studying\nthe wand, waiting for the result. CLOSE ON THEM (maybe\nHANDHELD CAMERA?) in this tense-as-hell moment. We love her -\n- and we like him, too -- for caring so much. He's such a\nguy, but he's got a heart. HOLD ON THEM for a long beat.\n\nTHOMAS CLAIRE\n-- oh God-- -- shh.\n\nSuddenly Claire holds up the INSTRUCTIONS, re-reads them, as\nThomas holds the wand, checking it again:\n\nTHOMAS CLAIRE\n-- okay, it's definitely two--\ntwo lines-- -- two pink lines?\n\nTHOMAS\nPink? No-- these are, like, red...\n\nCLAIRE\n(eyes on the wand)\n... they're pink.\n\nTHOMAS\n-- these? That's...\n\nA beat... shit. She stares off... tears coming to her eyes.\nBut Thomas doesn't want to give up -- his mind racing:\n\nTHOMAS (CONT'D) CLAIRE\nOkay, first of all, these\ntests are not always -- Thomas...\naccurate.\n\nTHOMAS (CONT'D)\nNo, come on: my uncle thought he\nhad testicular cancer -- remember\nthat?!\n\nCLAIRE\nHe did! He's dead!\n\n5 (CON T'D): (2) 5\n\nTHOMAS\nNo, it was a-- a-- wrong, a bad\ndiagnosis! This thing doesn't mean\nfor sure that you're pregnant -- we\nshould go get another one--\n\nCLAIRE\nI'm six weeks late. Six weeks.\nThat never happens.\n(beat, then, simply)\nI'm pregnant.\n(tears)\n... so, um...\n\n-- but she's so afraid -- there's really nothing to say --\nand she's staring off, her mind racing, tears streaming down\nher face. What the hell is she gonna do? Thomas is freaking\ntoo -- but he's too good a guy. So he takes her, holds her.\n\nTHOMAS\nOkay. Okay, so this is gonna be\nokay.\n\nCLAIRE\n(not at all believing it)\n... I know...\n\nThen we're ON THOMAS as a thought comes to him. He looks\ninto Claire's eyes. Considers this before he says it. Then:\n\nTHOMAS\nClaire...\n(then)\n\n... if we wanted... we could do\nthis.\n\nAnd staring into his eyes, she starts to understand what he\nmeans. And this moment goes from being horrifying to\nbeing... only a little less horrifying:\n\nCLAIRE\nStop it.\n\nTHOMAS\nNo, I'm not kidding.\n\nCLAIRE\nCan you imagine that?\n(then)\nMy mom would disown me--\n\n5 (CON T'D): (3) 5\n\nTHOMAS\nShe basically has already.\n\nA beat. Then: she can't even consider it.\n\nCLAIRE\nWith what, my five dollar an hour\njob at the Fish N' Fry?\n\nTHOMAS\nYou're not the only one with a job.\nI mean... I've got my art.\n\nCLAIRE\n(doesn't wanna go there)\nYou're sweet. But this isn't what\nwe want.\n\nTHOMAS\nMaybe it is. I mean this could\nbe... I dunno, the best thing ever.\n\nShe's still, obviously, shocked at the whole situation. But\nthis idea -- of keeping the baby -- bends her mind. She's\nnever considered something like this before. But she likes\nhim. Christ, maybe this could work.\n\nCLAIRE\n... you'd... really wanna...?\n\nTHOMAS\nClaire. I love you.\n\nAnd she cries a little more now as he kisses her -- a\nconvincing kiss -- and we CUT TO:\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n6 6\n\nAnd here's KATE, just standing at the edge of the ocean.\nWatching as the foam of tired waves washes over her feet. He\nstops a few feet from her --\n\nJACK\nThis is a first.\n\nKate turns and sees Jack.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou. Standing still. Middle of\nthe day. Doing nothing. Amazing.\n\nAs Jack takes off his shoes and Kate looks at the ocean --\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 10.\n6 (CON T'D): 6\n\nKATE\nI'm doing something.\n\nJACK\nYeah? What's that?\n\nKATE\nI'm sinking.\n(beat)\nWhen the water goes out, it takes\nthe sand with it and... you sink.\n(a smile: then)\nI used to do this with my Mom.\nWhen I was a kid.\n\nJack is surprised by this quiet and gentler Kate -- he steps\nup to the water line. Next to her.\n\nJACK\nAh. A new plan -- sink your way\noff the island. Sayid would be\nproud.\n\nKate reacts to the sound of Sayid's name. Looks up at Jack --\n\nKATE\nHe's been gone almost a week.\n\nJACK\nSomething tells me he'll be okay.\n\nKate nods. Turns back to the ocean --\n\nKATE\nSo what're you doing, Jack?\n\nJACK\nBringing down some water. Bringing\nback some fish.\n\nKATE\nWhatever would we do without you?\n\nJack shakes his head, smiles. A few beats pass. Jack just\nlooking out at the ocean. And then --\n\nJACK\nClaire's going to have the baby\nsoon.\n\nKate turns to him. And as we see the real WORRY on Jack's\nface, the full implications of what that actually MEANS...\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 11.\n\n7 EXT. THE VALLEY - ENTRANCE - ROCK WALL - DUSK 7\n\nClaire writes in her JOURNAL. The occupants of the valley\nBEDDING DOWN for the night -- starting to light their fires.\n\nCHARLIE (O.S.)\n\"Dear Diary -- Still on the bloody\nisland. Ate a bug today. Love,\nClaire.\"\n\nClaire looks up to see CHARLIE. Smiles as he hands her a cup\nof STEAMING liquid --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nWhat separates us from these savage\nYanks if we do not have tea?\n(sits, then)\nFeeling better?\n\nCLAIRE\nIt was just a dream.\n\nCHARLIE\nI have this dream -- craziest\nthing. I'm driving a bus and all\nmy teeth start falling out. And my\nmum's in the back. Eating\nbiscuits.\n(beat)\n`Course I don't wake up screaming.\n\nCLAIRE\nI'm fine, Charlie.\n\nAnd it's clear from her tone that Claire clearly doesn't want\nto talk about this.\n\nCHARLIE\nRight. Well. Of course you are.\n\nAnd now a somewhat awkward moment. Charlie obviously wanting\nto SAY something here -- and he's a little bit NERVOUS, so it\ncomes out in sorta one sustained THOUGHT --\n\n7 (CON T'D): 7\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nAnyway, I was just thinking how\nhard it must be for you... y'know,\nbeing here in this... place --\nwithout your family and your\nfriends and I just wanted to tell\nyou that we could be friend -- I\nmean I could be your friend.\n(off her look)\nNot like we should do each other's\nhair or anything -- I just mean...\n(beat; sincere)\nIf you ever needed anyone to talk\nto. About anything. I'm here.\n\nAnd while Claire might be touched by all this, there is also\na part of her that PULLS BACK as a result of it. Simply put:\nshe is uncomfortable with Charlie's affection.\n\nCLAIRE\nCharlie, trust me. You don't...\n(trying to find the words)\nYou'll change your mind. I'm...\n\nCharlie's hurt, but does his best to cover with humor --\n\nCHARLIE\nLemme guess. Damaged goods.\n\nCLAIRE\nSomething like that.\n\nCharlie feels like he put himself out there and got shot down\nfor it. He's embarrassed. Forces a smile as he gets up --\n\nCHARLIE\nAll right then.\n\nCLAIRE\nI didn't mean you--\n\nCHARLIE\nSweet dreams, Claire.\n\nHOLD ON Claire as Charlie walks off. Disappointed. Maybe,\nwith HERSELF. As she takes a SIP of the tea, we CUT TO:\n\nEXT. MALKIN'S HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK\n8 8\n\nClaire, walks with her friend, RACHEL, towards the entrance\nof a MODEST HOUSE in suburban Sydney. Rachel playfully rubs\nher hand over Claire's still FLAT belly --\n\n8 (CON T'D): 8\n\nRACHEL\n-- oh yeah, it's a girl.\n\nCLAIRE\n(smiling, nervous)\n-- God, it just feels impossible.\n(then, brightly)\nThomas cleaned out his whole\napartment -- I'm officially moving\nin on Tuesday--\n\nRACHEL\n-- wow --\n\nCLAIRE\n-- I know, he's the best.\n\nRachel goes to knock on the door, but Claire stops her, is\nhaving second thoughts.\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D) RACHEL\nMaybe we shouldn't --\n-- Uh uh. You're not backing\nout now --\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nIt feels silly --\n\nRACHEL\nHe's just a psychic, Claire. I\nthought you were into this... all\nyour astrology stuff...\n\nCLAIRE\n... is for fun. I don't need\nsomeone telling me what's gonna\nhappen or how to live my --\n\nRACHEL\nIt's not about what you need\nClaire. It's about what's fun.\n(then)\nYou'll go in, find out if it's a\nboy or a girl -- I mean, the\ndoctors can't tell until you're at\nleast two months preggers...\n(then)\nSo unless you have another\nexcuse...\n\nClaire doesn't have one she can articulate, so Rachel knocks\non the door and we go to:\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 14.\n\nINT. MALKIN'S HOUSE - A LITTLE LATER - DAY - FLASHBACK\n9 9\n\nQuite a crowded place, save for the BARKING DOG, coming from\na nearby apartment. Piles of books. Dark and musty. You\ncan see the dust in the air. A cat may occasionally jump up\non the stacks of newspapers and mail, then back down again.\n\nIn the middle of it all, Claire sits across a table from\nRICHARD MALKIN. Australian (60's). Doesn't look sharp at\nall, wears a dark blazer and tie. There's something oddly\nlegit about how he does his thing. No evident humor from\nMalkin. Not a bad guy, but a touch odd. Takes this\nseriously. Rachel is in the b.g.\n\nMALKIN\nI need your hands. For this.\n\nAnd Claire offers them, palms up. He looks at her palms.\nCloses his eyes for a long beat. Leans his head back a\ntouch. Claire finally, subtly, turns to Rachel, who\nindicates for her to turn back to Malkin. She does.\n\nMALKIN (CONT'D)\n... oh...\n(then)\n... when did you, uh...? Find out?\n\nTIGHT ON CLAIRE as she stares. Already, this is weird.\n\nCLAIRE\n... what.\n\nThere's a beat -- we're TIGHT ON MALKIN as he listens, eyes\nclosed, to whatever voices talk to him. Despite the\nsurroundings, this is an increasingly eerie moment...\n\nMALKIN\n... you know, about the baby.\n\nAnd holy fuck does Claire just go still. Claire is freaked.\nChrist, she almost wants to cry. She turns to Rachel --\nshoots her a look -- did you tell him? Rachel shakes her\nhead, no -- she didn't. She's just a freaked as Claire is.\nClaire turns back to Malkin.\n\nCLAIRE\n... uh... two days ago.\n\nMalkin listens, searches, on some kind of journey, sitting\nthere, he seems to encounter something that disturbs him --\ncreates a huge question -- something that makes him open his\neyes and check Claire's palms.\n\n9 (CON T'D): 9\n\nClaire watches him closely -- what the hell is he doing?\n\nRACHEL CLAIRE\nShe hasn't told her mom yet --\nwe're afraid she-- Shhhh!\n\nTIGHT ON MALKIN as he studies her hands -- and apparently\nsees something -- something that concerns him deeply --\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nWhat. What, should I not tell her?\n\nSuddenly Claire wants to know what he thinks. But Malkin,\nholding her wrists, staring at her hands, does the best he\ncan to hide the utter terror that begins to creep up on him --\nhe only wants to run the hell away -- but he doesn't want to\nshow his fear. He lets go of her -- saying:\n\nMALKIN\nI'm not, uh...\n(then, agitated)\nI'm overdue for a break --\n\nClaire and Rachel are confounded as Malkin goes to his pocket\n-- counts out and hands back the money --\n\nRACHEL CLAIRE\nWhat? A break? We have an -- hold on-- were you\nappointment -- thinking something?\n\nMALKIN (CONT'D)\n(standing)\nI'm not doing this reading.\n\nCLAIRE\nBut you were gonna say something--\n\nBut Malkin ushers them to the door. As he opens it and\nmotions for them to leave --\n\nMALKIN\nGo. Now.\n\nAfter a beat, Rachel snorts her displeasure, laughs.\n\nRACHEL\nWhat a freak.\n\nAnd Rachel heads out -- but we HOLD ON CLAIRE, who looks off,\nsurprisingly troubled by what she saw in Malkin's face.\n\n10 INT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT 10\n\nNIGHT has fallen again. The pure STILLNESS of the valley\nsuggests we are in the WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING.\n\nTHE CAMERA DRIFTING THROUGH IT ALL. Something OMINOUS about\nthis. Quiet. Still. And CREEPY. And finally, we REST ON --\n\n11 11\nINT. THE VALLEY - CLAIRE'S CUBBY - CONTINUOUS\n\nCLAIRE. Sleeps on her side, hand on her belly. ON HER BABY.\n\nAnd the CAMERA gets EXTREMELY CLOSE until Claire's face FILLS\nTHE FRAME. And we just SIT here as --\n\nWe begin to hear SOUNDS. Unsettling noises. METAL AGAINST\nMETAL -- not unlike a SWORD BEING UNSHEATHED. Huh?\n\nClaire's EYES suddenly POP open -- Instantly aware that\nsomeone or SOMETHING is HERE with her -- looks down to see --\n\nSOMEONE IS STANDING OVER HER.\n\nThe SHADOW moves quickly -- COVERS HER MOUTH with his (its?)\nfree hand!\n\nMaybe a man. And Claire is fucking petrified with fear,\nbecause it's not just that he's here, it's what he's doing...\n\nAnd this is highly STYLIZED -- TWENTY QUICK CUTS -- ONE\nSECOND EACH -- CONFUSING -- DISTURBING -- BIZARRE --\n\nHERE is what we catch quick GLIMPSES OF: Claire's SHIRT is\npulled up -- BARE STOMACH EXPOSED -- SHE STRUGGLES -- A WEIRD\nMETALLIC DEVICE pressed up against her belly -- AN OVERSIZED\nHYPODERMIC NEEDLE DESIGNED BY H.R. GIGER -- CLAIRE'S FEET\nKICK AT THE AIR, BUT SHE'S HELD DOWN -- A PLUNGER EXTENDS\nFROM THE SIDE OF THE DEVICE -- SOMETHING PUNCTURES INTO HER\nSKIN? -- All of this underscored by RAPID BREATHING --\n\nAND THE CUTS ABRUPTLY END because in the midst of this pure,\nunadulterated TERROR, the scariest thing about it is the\nCRACKLY WHISPER which comes from this unseen SHADOW --\n\nSHADOW\nShhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\nAnd off THE HORROR in Claire's WIDE EYES --\n\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\nACT TWO\n\n12 TOTAL SILENCE. OVER BLACK -- 12\n\nCLAIRE (O.S.)\nHELP! PLEASE -- HELP ME!!!\n13 INT. THE VALLEY - JACK'S CAVE - NIGHT 13\n\nBANG! JACK's eyes fly open. Find him in his SLEEPING AREA.\n\nCLAIRE (O.S.)\nSOMEBODY HELP!!!!!!!!\n\nAnd this is not just a scream, it's a SCREAM TO THE TENTH\nPOWER -- Jack is instantly ALERT -- JUMPS UP -- RUNS --\n\nOTHERS awake now -- Some of them instinctively moving towards\nthe SHOUTS --\n\nBut we STAY with Jack because this is PURE CHAOS -- HANDHELD\nAND INSANE -- as he reaches --\n\nCLAIRE\n\nLiterally HYSTERICAL. Charlie already at her side, turns to\nJack as he RUSHES UP --\n\nCHARLIE\nSomeone attacked her!\n\nAnd this dialogue is all OVERLAPPING -- ON SPEED --\n\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nCLAIRE CHARLIE\nThey -- they held me down --\n-- Which way did he go?\n\nCLAIRE\n-- I don't know... I didn't... he\nran... I think --\n\nJACK CLAIRE\nHow long --\n-- Just now. He just --\n\nHURLEY, MICHAEL, ETHAN (who we remember from #108 -- even\nthough we haven't shot it yet) and some OTHER CASTAWAYS\narrive --\n\n13 (CON T'D): 13\n\nHURLEY\nWhat's going on?\n\nCHARLIE JACK\nWe should fan out -- search\nthe area around the caves... -- Wait... hold on --\n\nCHARLIE\n-- He can't have gotten far.\n(to some others)\nHurley -- You two -- come on!\n\nCharlie and the others RUSH OFF through one of the cave\nFINGERS as Jack puts his arm around Claire -- She's totally\nPANICKED -- HYPERVENTILATING -- Jack in nurture mode --\n\nJACK\nC'mon, let's sit down. Okay?\n(to Ethan)\nCan you get her some water, man?\n\nETHAN\nSure. Yes -- of course.\n\nEthan heads off. Claire left just with Jack and Michael --\nCAMERA settling down... but not completely --\n\nJACK\nOkay -- you're safe, Claire. Try\nto calm down -- We're here...\n\nMICHAEL\nDid you get a look at him at all?\n\nCLAIRE JACK\nIt was dark -- I didn't see --\n-- Where did this happen?\n\nCLAIRE\nHere -- I was sleeping and woke up\nand he was...\n(petrified)\n... he was trying to hurt my baby.\n\nUnseen to Claire, Jack and Michael exchange a LOOK.\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\n(all over the place)\nHe had a -- a thing -- it was -- I\ndon't know -- a needle I think --\nhe was... he was doing something --\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 19.\n13 (CON T'D): (2) 13\n\nClaire pulls up her shirt -- but her belly is completely\nUNMARKED. When she talks again, it's softer:\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nHe was trying to hurt my baby.\n\nAnd for the first time, we see DOUBT on Jack's face.\n\n14 EXT. THE VALLEY - ENTRANCE - ROCK WALL - MINUTES LATER 14\n\nDOLLY OFF A FIRE, revealing, in the distance, CHARLIE,\nMICHAEL and some of the others tending to Claire. But we\nfind Jack and Hurley over by one of the TORCHES -- a\nconspiratorial conversation between FRIENDS.\n\nHURLEY\nWe hoofed it around the entire\nperimeter, man.\n\nJACK\nNobody saw or heard anything?\n\nHURLEY\nUh-uh. Everyone was asleep. Nada.\n\nJack shakes his head. Fuck. What the hell is going on here?\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nSo I had an idea. I'm out there\nlooking for a psycho with Scott and\nSteve right... and I'm realizing...\nwho the hell are Scott and Steve?\n\nJACK\nI'm not following you...\n\nHURLEY\nIf I were a cop and some woman got\nattacked, we'd canvas, right? Find\na witness. Knock on doors.\n(beat)\nBut we don't have any doors.\n\nJACK\nNone of this is helping me\nunderstand--\n\nHURLEY\nWe don't know who's living here and\nwho's still at the beach. We don't\nknow each other.\n(MOR E)\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 19A.\n14 (CON T'D): 14\nHUR LEY (CONT'D)\nMy name isn't Hurley, it's Hugo\nReyes. Hurley's a nickname. Why?\n(MOR E)\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 20.\n14 (CON T'D): (2) 14\nHUR LEY (CONT'D)\nI'm not telling you -- but what I'm\nsaying is, we need to start finding\nout who everyone is here.\n\nJACK\nYou want to start a census?\n\nHURLEY\nYeah, like a registry. Names.\nWhat people look like. Who's\nrelated to who. We lay down the\nlaw, maybe everyone won't go around\nattacking each other. I mean --\nc'mon -- It feels like someone's\ngetting punched or stabbed or\nsomething every other day, man.\n(beat; serious)\nWe gotta find who did this to her.\n\nAnd Jack NODS... but there's more to it -- because that DOUBT\nis still etched on his face...\n\n15 15\nINT. THE VALLEY - CLAIRE'S CUBBY - LATER\n\nA little later. Charlie drapes a BLANKET over Claire's\nshoulder. She's still WIRED. SCARED.\n\nCHARLIE\nYou all right?\n\nShe doesn't say anything -- just offers a small nod.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nDon't worry... You want to shut\nyour eyes, I'll be here all night.\nNo one's gonna get near you.\n(beat; intensely sincere)\nI won't leave you, Claire.\nPromise.\n\nAnd on that sentiment, we move in TIGHT on Claire's\nUNBLINKING EYES as --\n\nINT. LOFT - DAY - FLASHBACK\n16 16\n\nJOHN MAYER PLAYS on the stereo. Claire stands on a chair,\nputting up drapes. The sun pours in behind her, putting her\nfigure in silhouette -- and her figure has changed since we\nlast saw her in FLASHBACK; SHE'S FOUR MONTHS PREGNANT NOW. A\ncute little belly.\n\nShe turns as Thomas enters, carrying a backpack he slings\ndown. Gotta love Claire's smile. Sweet and heartbreaking.\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 21.\n16 (CON T'D): 16\n\nThomas, moving to the kitchen, glances at the drapes. He\nseems a little distracted --\n\nTHOMAS\n-- wow, we have drapes now.\n\nCLAIRE\n(climbing down)\nI know, I sort of feel grown up all\nof a sudden. Do you like them?\n\nTHOMAS\n-- yeah, they're good.\n\nCLAIRE\n(going through the bags)\nI don't know why drapes represent\nage for me, it just... feels like\nsomething my mum would do--\n\nThomas pops a beer, heads to the pantry. Wants a snack.\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nSasha called-- they're going out\ntonight, wanted to know if we\nwanted to come...\n\nAnd Thomas is motionless now, staring into the pantry --\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nWhat? I didn't eat all the chips,\nthere's another bag --\n\nTHOMAS\nClaire...\n(empty)\n... I can't do this.\n\n16 (CON T'D): (2) 16\n\nCLAIRE\nDo what?\n(moves to him, sweetly)\nD'you have a bad day? You're pale.\n\nShe's being so loving... but the truth is, Thomas just isn't\nhere. He turns to her. And from his face, she just gets it.\n\nTHOMAS\n... this isn't working.\n\nShe stares for a long beat. Thunderstruck. Mortified --\n\nTHOMAS (CONT'D)\n-- you knew that.\n\nCLAIRE\n-- I what?\n\nAnd he's walked past her, to the window, where she just hung\nthe drapes. He looks out. Guilty as hell, but fronting with\nall the pride of a young man. Claire turns toward him -- she\nbarely moves, her whole being in shock. Her face wracked.\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nJust... so I don't over-react...\nTommy, are you breaking up with--?\n\nTHOMAS\nThe past two months, you-- you're--\nthere's always some plan, some\nresponsibility, somewhere we have\nto be, someone we have to talk to--\n\nCLAIRE\n-- like who? Like what? Am I--\nbeing too-- I'm just trying to-- to\nmake sure when the baby comes--\n\nTHOMAS\n-- and the baby! That's like not--\nI mean it's like this now. Y'know?\n\nCLAIRE\n(softly)\nBut you said we should do this.\n\nTHOMAS\n\nYeah... well now it's real.\n\nCLAIRE\nYou can't just... change your mind.\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (GOLDENROD) 10/26/04 23.\n16 (CON T'D): (3) 16\n\nTHOMAS\nHow the hell am I supposed to be a\ndad, Claire? I've got my own -- I\nmean, what about my painting, my\nlife?\n\nCLAIRE\nGod, I knew this was gonna happen.\n\nTHOMAS\n\"I told you so.\" Perfect. Now I\nget all your daddy abandonment\ncrap, right? That's great--\n\nCLAIRE\nHey, you bastard, don't justify\nwhat you're doing by trying to make\nthis about --\n\nTHOMAS\nI'm not doing anything. Okay? I'm\ndoing nothing. You think I don't\nsee what you did? You were\nsupposed to be on the pill.\n\nCLAIRE THOMAS\n(holy shit)\n-- you think I got pregnant\non purpose?! That this was I don't even care!\nsome--\n-- some scheme?! Some way to\ntrap you?! Are you out of -- it's over!\nyour m--\n-- It isn't over! Look at\nme! -- I'm outta here--\n\n-- he's walked past her, grabbed his keys -- now he leaves,\nSLAMMING the door behind him. Claire stands there, just in\ntrauma. She cries now -- and the FINAL SHOT is WIDE,\nClaire's belly once again silhouetted by the window light.\n\n17 17\nEXT. BEACH - MORNING - ESTABLISHING\n\nA new day.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\nA18 A18\n\nON HURLEY in census-taking mode, jotting stuff down as he\nconverses with SCOTT and STEVE, on the move.\n\nHURLEY\nOkay, so it's Scott Jenkins...\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (GOLDENROD) 10/26/04 23A.\nA18 (CON T'D): A18\n\nSCOTT\nJackson.\n\nSTEVE\nI'm Jenkins. Steve.\n\nHURLEY\nRight. Steve... Jenkins.\n(then)\nAnd you dudes were on vacation in\nAustralia. Just the two of you...\nTogether.\n\nSTEVE\nYep.\n\nHURLEY\nSo... Safe to assume... I mean, I\nguess you're, uh... I mean, you two\nare... y'know...\n(gay)\n...Married... Or something?\n\nScott and Steve share a look.\n\nSCOTT\nNah. We're both single.\n(re: Steve)\nAnd my buddy's got serious\ncommitment issues.\n\nSTEVE\nNo, I don't.\n(back to Hurley)\nJust haven't found the right person\nyet.\n\nON HURLEY, somewhat uncomfortable as Steve looks at him. The\nambiguity of these two guys' relationship still ambiguous.\nGratefully, Hurley then notices\n\nHIS POV - LOCKE, laying out boar pelts to dry in the hot sun.\n\nHURLEY\nExcuse me, guys.\n\nHurley crosses to Locke, as Steve and Scott move off.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nYo.\n\nLocke peers up at him, but says nothing, continuing his work.\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (GOLDENROD) 10/26/04 23B.\nA18 (CON T'D): (2) A18\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nIt's John, right? John Locke?\n\nLOCKE\nThis about your census?\n\nHURLEY\nYeah, thought it'd be a good idea\nto, y'know, find out who everybody\nis. Get their names, places of\nresidence --\n\nLOCKE\n(challenging)\nAnd who's checking to see who you\nare?\n\nHurley's slightly taken aback at that.\n\nHURLEY\nM-me?\n\nLOCKE\n(a grin comes to him)\nIt was a joke.\n\nHURLEY\n(forcing a chuckle)\nOh... Yeah... Good one.\n\nLOCKE\nWell, you already know my name.\nLived in Tustin, California for\nmost of my life.\n\nHURLEY\n(writing)\nUh huh. And your reason for\ntravel?\n\nLocke suddenly pauses and looks at him.\n\nLOCKE\nSorry?\n\nHURLEY\nY'know... The reason you were in\nAustralia.\n\nAfter a beat, Locke looks off, pondering.\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (GOLDENROD) 10/26/04 23C.\nA18 (CON T'D): (3) A18\n\nLOCKE\nI was looking for something.\n\nHurley eyes him for a moment.\n\nHURLEY\nLooking for...\n(then)\nO-okay. So, uh... Did you find it?\n\nLOCKE\nNo.\n(looks back at Hurley)\nIt found me.\n\nHurley stares at Locke, finding himself strangely unnerved by\nthese cryptic answers, but without the nerve to pursue it.\n\nLOCKE (cont'd) (CONT'D)\nAnything else?\n\nHURLEY\nNo. No, that's great.\n\nLocke offers up a smile, and moves off, leaving Hurley to eye\nhim as he goes.\n\n18 18\nEXT. BEACH - OPEN JUNGLE - DAY\n\nKATE\nShe was attacked? Is she okay?\n\nFind KATE with Jack and Charlie.\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 24.\n18 (CON T'D): 18\n\nCHARLIE\nShe'll feel a lot better when we\nfind the nutter responsible.\n(then)\nDid you see anyone leaving the\nbeach last night?\n\nKATE\nPeople come and go, but I don't\nthink so...\n\nKate looks over at Jack -- Something clearly on his mind.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nWhat?\n\nJACK\n(beat)\nI'm not sure anything happened.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat?\n\nJACK\nClaire told Michael and me this --\n\"attacker\" -- was trying to inject\nher with something...\n\nJACK (CONT'D) CHARLIE\n... Two nights in a row she\nwakes up screaming. The\nfirst time she was -- You think this was all in\nsleepwalking... her head? Did you see her?\nShe's terrified, man...\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nLook -- she said this guy was\ntrying to hurt her baby. Why would\nsomeone do this now? With all of\nus sleeping twenty feet away?\n\nCHARLIE\nYou think she's lying?\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 24A.\n18 (CON T'D): (2) 18\n\nJACK CHARLIE\nNo -- pregnant women have\nextremely lucid -- These are -- \"Lucid?\" Right -- You\ntextbook anxiety nightmares -- just know exactly what's\nhappening with everyone,\ndon't you?\n\nKATE\nHey.\n\nThe men stop fighting. Turn to Kate --\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 25.\n18 (CON T'D): (3) 18\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\n(to Charlie)\nLet's say she's telling the truth.\nWhat do we do?\n\nGood question. And Charlie really doesn't have the answer\nfor it. At a loss. So Kate turns to Jack --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nOkay. And if it's all in her head?\n\nJACK\n(beat; serious)\nClaire's due in a little more than\na week. Maybe two.\n(then)\nIf she stays stressed like this --\nhas another panic attack... it\ncould trigger an early labor. And\nout here? With no instruments, no\nmonitors, no anaesthetic? That\nwould not be good.\n\nAnd maybe because there is a ring of truth to the possibility\nthat none of this is happening --\n\nCHARLIE\nIt's not all in her head.\n\nCharlie WALKS OFF. After a beat, Kate turns to Jack --\n\nKATE\nSo what do we do?\n\n19 19\nEXT. COCONUT GROVE - DAY\n\nHurley approaches Ethan. Our first real look at him. He's\npleasant. Unassuming. But there's something INTERESTING\nabout him too. Something we can't quite put our finger on...\n\nHURLEY\nHey -- Lance.\n\nETHAN\nSorry?\n\nHURLEY\nYour name's Lance, right?\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (GREEN) 9/27/04 26.\n19 (CON T'D): 19\n\nETHAN\nEthan.\n\nHURLEY\n(remembering)\nDude. That's right. Lance is the\nlittle skinny guy. With the\nglasses and the red hair.\n\nEthan looks nothing like the person Hurley just described.\n\nETHAN\n(good natured)\nI can see how you'd get us\nconfused.\n\nHURLEY\nSorry, too many names and faces.\nPretty pathetic -- I mean, you'd\nthink after a couple of weeks on an\nisland with the same people we'd\nall know each other...\n\nETHAN\nYes. You would think that.\n(smiles; then)\nWell... it is what it is.\n\nHurley looks at this guy. O-KAY...\n\nHURLEY\nSo, uh, we're doing a list, you\nknow, of survivors. Name, home\naddress. Like that.\n\nETHAN\nWell you already have my name.\n\nHURLEY ETHAN\nNot Lance.\n-- Definitely not.\n\nHURLEY\nLast name?\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (GREEN) 9/27/04 27.\n19 (CON T'D): (2) 19\n\nETHAN\nRom.\n\nHURLEY\nRom? R-O-M?\n\nETHAN\nThat's right.\n\nHURLEY\nGreat. Where you from Ethan Rom?\n\nETHAN\nOntario. Canada.\n\nHURLEY\nRight on. Love Canada. Great...\nuh... weather.\n(then)\nWell, that covers it. Thanks for\nyour time, dude.\n\nAnd just before Hurley walks off --\n\nETHAN\nHey, Hurley -- What's this for?\n\nHURLEY\nNothing, man. Just...\n(finding it)\nThought it'd be a good idea.\n\nAnd OFF HURLEY, not the greatest liar in the world --\n\n20 20\nINT. THE VALLEY - CLAIRE'S CUBBY - DAY\n\nCLOSE ON -- CLAIRE, writing in her journal. Eyes bloodshot.\nShe's shaky. Anxious. Seen much better days.\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nClaire?\n\nShe jumps! Startled by his arrival. Looks up, DESPERATE --\n\nCLAIRE\nD'you find him?\n\nJACK\nNo--\n\nCLAIRE\n-- what if he comes back?\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 28.\n20 (CON T'D): 20\n\nJack sits down next to her. He's very COMPASSIONATE here --\n\nJACK\nClaire... this situation we're in --\nThe crash. That no one's come for\nus -- And this place...\n(beat)\nIt can mess with your head a\nlittle. Maybe make you see things\nthat aren't there. And I know it\nfeels real...\n\nCLAIRE\n(confused)\nI don't...?\n\nJACK\nYour baby's coming. Soon. And I\ncan't imagine how scary that must\nbe... but the more upset you get,\nthe more dangerous it is for you...\nand the baby.\n(then)\nI want you to take these.\n\nJack holds out his hand. TWO PILLS in his palm.\n\nCLAIRE\nWhat is it?\n\nJACK\nA sedative. It's very mild.\nCommonly used in situations like\nyours.\n(off her look)\nIt won't hurt the baby. I promise.\n\nIt takes Claire a moment to put together the implications of\nthis.\n\nCLAIRE\nYou... don't believe me.\n\nJACK\nClaire --\n\nAnd she's already UP. Ramping from ZERO TO SIXTY --\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 28A.\n20 (CON T'D): (2) 20\n\nCLAIRE JACK\nYou think I'm making this up?\nI get attacked and you want\nto give me sleeping pills? -- They're not sleeping --\nIt's a very mild sedative...\n\nClaire STUFFS her things into a BAG -- including her JOURNAL.\n\nCLAIRE\nI'm leaving --\n\nJACK CLAIRE\nWhat? Wait -- I was okay at the beach --\nIt's not safe here...\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 29.\n20 (CON T'D): (3) 20\n\n[THE REST OF SCENE 20 MISSING]\n\n21 INT. THE VALLEY - ENTRANCE - ROCK WALL - MOMENTS LATER 21\n\nTIGHT ON CLAIRE as she strides out of the caves and towards\nthe JUNGLE PATH. CLOSING IN ON HER, feeling her\nfrustration.... HER ANXIETY. HER FEAR. And when we can't\npossibly get ANY CLOSER --\n\nEXT. MALKIN'S HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK\n22 22\n\n[ESTABLISHING ACTION MISSING]\n\nMALKIN\n... yes?\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 30.\n22 (CON T'D): 22\n\nNow we see the REVERSE. It's Claire. Four months pregnant.\nIt's sort of a rainy day. She's wearing a hooded raincoat.\nShe pulls back the hood. Looking sweet and vulnerable.\n\nCLAIRE\nMr. Malkin, I met you before.\n\nHe stares at her for a long beat. Finally:\n\nMALKIN\n... yes, I remember.\n\nCLAIRE\n... you wouldn't give me a reading.\n(then)\nI was hoping maybe you would now.\n\nAnd on Malkin, staring at her, debating, nervous...\n\nINT. MALKIN'S HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK\n23 23\n\nClaire sits at the table, counts out two hundred Australian\ndollars. She is not accustomed to carrying this kind of\ncash. She hands Malkin the money. He takes it. Counts it.\n\nCLAIRE\n(nervous smile)\nIf you're a psychic, why do you\nhave to count the money?\n\nMALKIN\nThat's not how it works.\n\nCLAIRE\nI was just -- I was joking.\n\nMalkin pockets the money. She knows the drill, so she\nextends her hands, palms up. Waits. Then withdraws them:\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\n-- are you not-- ready yet? For--?\n\nMALKIN\nYes.\n\nAnd she extends them again. He takes her hands. Holds them.\n\nCLAIRE\n... so... how does it work?\n\nMALKIN\n... I don't know.\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 31.\n23 (CON T'D): 23\n\nThen he closes his eyes, as he did before. Head tilts back\njust a touch. Claire watching him hopefully. Then:\n\nMALKIN (CONT'D)\nWhen did he leave you?\n\nAnd that's all it takes; tears come to her eyes. She doesn't\nsob, she's just saddened, and tries to keep it together.\n\nCLAIRE\nLast week.\n(then)\nWas that... why you didn't want to\ndo my reading? Last time?\n\nMalkin opens his eyes -- looks at her now.\n\nMALKIN\nOh, no.\n(then, back to her hands)\nI saw something. A sort of...\nblurry thing.\n\nCLAIRE\nAnd... blurry's bad?\n\nMALKIN\n... blurry's bad...\n\nShe waits. And with his eyes closed again, we PUSH IN SLOWLY\nON MALKIN as he \"sees.\" And Claire can tell it's bad... and\nMalkin almost says, under his breath, \"Oh no...\"\n\nMALKIN (CONT'D)\nYou want to know what to do. About\nyour baby.\n\nCLAIRE\nYes. Please.\n\nAnd we're getting CLOSER -- all SOUND FADING AWAY -- and it's\ngetting WORSE -- it's like he's sensing something TERRIBLE in\nthose palms. The more he sees, the more HE wants to cry.\nFinally, he looks at her. His eyes red and worried. A beat.\n\n23 (CON T'D): (2) 23\n\nMALKIN\n... I can tell you.\n(she waits)\n... this is... important.\n\nCLAIRE\n... okay...\n\nMALKIN\n(how does he say this...?)\nIt's... crucial. That you. You,\nyourself, raise this child.\n\nCLAIRE MALKIN\n(staring, unsure)\nI'm... you mean with Thomas? -- The father of this child\nIs he going to c--? will play no part in its\nlife. Or yours.\n\nCLAIRE\nThen what do you mean \"you,\nyourself must raise...\"\n\nMALKIN\nThis child... parented by anyone\nelse -- anyone other than you...\n(beat, this is tough)\nDanger surrounds this baby.\n\nCLAIRE\n(this is preposterous)\n... \"Danger\"?\n\nMALKIN\nYour nature... your spirit -- your\ngoodness... must be an influence in\nthe development of this child.\n\nCLAIRE\nI-- look, if Thomas and I don't--\nyou know, get back together, which\nI don't even want... I'm putting\nthis baby up for adoption.\n(then)\nI just wanted to know -- What would\ngive the baby the happiest life.\n\nMALKIN\nThis is no happy life. Not for\nthis child. Not without you.\n\nNow Claire is offended. She doesn't like this at all.\n\n23 (CON T'D): (3) 23\n\nCLAIRE\nListen, I don't think that--\n\nMALKIN\nIt can't be another. YOU MUSTN'T\nALLOW ANOTHER TO RAISE YOUR BABY.\n\nClaire just looks at him for a moment. Something authentic --\ngenuine about what he's saying... but she doesn't want to\nhear it. She gets up --\n\nCLAIRE\nGot it. Fantastic. Thanks so much\nfor taking my two hundred --\n\nMalkin JUMPS UP, pulls out the MONEY and gives it back to\nher. Now this has become important to him --\n\nMALKIN\nTake it-- Ms. Littleton, I'm\nbegging you just to consider--\n\nCLAIRE\nI can't raise this child by myself--\nI can't raise me by myself --\n\nMALKIN CLAIRE\nYOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME-- -- thanks for your time-- and\nmy money back --\n\nMALKIN\nMs. Littleton, please!\n\nAnd she heads out -- they're both moving for the door --\nMalkin now passionate, imploring:\n\nMALKIN (CONT'D)\nI promise you -- the baby needs\n\nyour protection -- CLAIRE, YOU\nCANNOT GIVE UP YOUR CHILD! PLEASE!\n\nBut she's gone now, through the front door, into the rain --\nand just as this spring-loaded screen door SLAMS SHUT --\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\nACT THREE\n\nINT. BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK\n24 24\n\nTIGHT ON CLAIRE, asleep on her back. Her stomach now at a\nwhopping EIGHT MONTHS pregnant. SLOWLY PUSHING IN on her as\nthe PHONE RINGS, waking her -- she reaches over -- it is (as\nis everything) harder with that belly -- she answers it:\n\nCLAIRE\n-- Hello?\n\nMALKIN (V.O.)\nMs. Littleton. It's Richard\nMalkin.\n\nClaire's reaction indicates that he has, on a number of\noccasions, contacted her. She sighs, incredulous, exhausted:\n\nCLAIRE\n-- oh my God...\n\nMALKIN (V.O.)\n-- listen to me-- I have a plan.\nSomething that will make this all\nbetter--\n\nCLAIRE\n-- you can't keep doing this:\ncalling me, dropping letters in the\npost box -- I know what you want,\nbut it's too late. I'm seeing\nadoption services tomorrow, the--\n\nMALKIN (V.O.)\nI know. Do what I'm suggesting and\nyou'll still be able to give up the\nbaby--\n\nCLAIRE\n-- what I do with my baby is none\nof your business --\n\nMALKIN (V.O.)\nIf you don't do what I'm\nsuggesting, great danger will --\n\nCLAIRE\n-- Great danger will befall you if\n\nyou keep calling me in the middle\nof the night --\n\n24 (CON T'D): 24\n\nMALKIN (V.O.)\nI have money for you.\n\nBut how weird is this?!\nShe stops -- this is what she needs.\n\nMALKIN (V.O.) (CONT'D)\nCome see me. Listen to my offer --\nI know what you're feeling inside,\nClaire. That you're doubting your\ndecision to give up the --\n\nCLAIRE\n-- good night.\n\nShe hangs up. Lies there. She won't be asleep for hours.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT\n25 25\n\nTIGHT ON Claire -- unsettled by this MEMORY -- still revved\nup -- anxious, upset, scared -- ALL OF IT -- as she strides\ndown the JUNGLE PATH (this should be the same location we saw\nLocke/Charlie/Kate/Jack come through on their way to the\ncaves) carrying her bag.\n\nFrightened.\nThen -- a NOISE. She freezes.\n\nSOMETHING COMING from behind her -- FAST -- Moving through\nthe DENSE FOLIAGE -- and just as she's about to SCREAM --\n\nCharlie emerges from the JUNGLE.\n\nCHARLIE\nHi.\n\nClaire just looks at him sadly. A beat. Then, she turns\naround. And continues walking. Charlie scampers after her --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nWhere you going?\n\nCLAIRE\nBack to the beach.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat happened? Did Jack --\n\nCLAIRE\nJack tried to dope me up is what\nhappened. He thinks I'm -- I'm\nmaking all this up. That it's not\nreally happening.\n\n25 (CON T'D): 25\n\nCHARLIE\nAh. So as proof of your sanity,\nyou go tromping through the jungle\nalone. Well done.\n\nGood-natured as that was intended, Claire stops. Squares off\nwith Charlie.\n\nCLAIRE\nI'm not crazy.\n\nAnd she's off again. ON CHARLIE. Clearly, she wants nothing\nto do with him. Nothing to do with anyone. But after a beat\n-- he follows her anyway.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n26 26\n\nBACK ON THE BEACH, we find SHANNON and BOONE in the midst of\nPACKING. Hurley here with them, writing in his notebook --\n\nSHANNON\nYou want my \"information?\" Name.\nShannon Rutherford. Age. Twenty.\nAddress. Crap Hole Island.\n\nHURLEY\nSo where were you guys last night?\n\nSHANNON\n(that was the stupidest\nquestion ever)\n\nUh... the beach?\n\nBoone looks at Hurley, suspicious --\n\nBOONE\nWhat's up with the interrogation?\n\nHURLEY\nY'know, you're like the twentieth\nperson to ask me that today. Why's\neveryone so uptight about answering\na few questions?\n\nBOONE\nMaybe we're not cool with you\nstarting up your own little Patriot\nAct, man.\n\nSHANNON\n(to Hurley; simply)\nHe's a liberal.\n\n26 (CON T'D): 26\n\nBoone lets that go and refocuses on Hurley --\n\nBOONE\nSo why the list?\n\n26 (CON T'D): (2) 26\n\nHURLEY\nIt's nothing, really -- we had an\nincident in the valley last night.\n\nSHANNON\n\"Incident?\"\n\nHURLEY\nClaire -- the pregnant girl? Ya\nknow her? Yeah, she kinda got,\nuh... attacked a little\n\nSHANNON BOONE\n-- what? Is she okay?\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nYeah. She's shook up, but...\n\nSHANNON\nI am not moving to the rape caves.\n\nShannon abruptly stops packing. Boone's lost in thought for\na second, something DAWNING on him -- to Hurley --\n\nBOONE\nHey -- y'know your life would be\nmuch easier if you just had the\nmanifest. We crossed off the names\nof the dead after we burned the\nfuselage... so it should be a full\nroster of the rest of us.\n\nHURLEY\n(psyched)\nWhat? You serious? Who has it?\n\nBOONE\n... who do you think?\n\n27 27\nEXT. BEACH - SAWYER'S TENT - DAY\n\nHurley PLOPS down in the sand next to SAWYER. Sunning in his\n\"deck chair.\" Shirt OFF. Arm still bandaged from his\ntorture adventure.\n\nHURLEY\nI'm gonna lay it out straight.\n\nSAWYER\n(yawning)\nYou do that.\n\n27 (CON T'D): 27\n\nHURLEY\nI hear you have the flight\nmanifest. I need it and I want you\nto give it to me.\n\nSAWYER\nThat so.\n\nHURLEY\nNow you can do what you usually do\nwhen someone asks you for something\nand tell me to screw off...\n\nSAWYER\nScrew off.\n\nHURLEY\nOr you can just give it to me.\nBecause dude? You could use the\npoints.\n\nSAWYER\nGosh. You sure know how to butter\na man up, Stay-Puff.\n\nHurley doesn't rise to the bait of the insult. Just offers\nup his winningest smile --\n\nHURLEY\nIt's a gift I have.\n\nSawyer takes a beat. Then another beat. Finally --\n\nSAWYER\nManifest's in the tent. Take it.\n\nAnd OFF Hurley, surprised that this actually WORKED...\n\n28 28\nEXT. JUNGLE PATH - DAY\n\nFind Claire, still making her way down the path. Charlie,\nnever one to quit -- and certainly even more determined given\nhis emotional attachment to this girl -- a few paces behind --\n\nCHARLIE\nPlease let me carry your bag...\n\nCLAIRE\nI'm fine.\n\n28 (CON T'D): 28\n\nCHARLIE\nYes. You are. But I can still\ncarry your --\n\nShe stops. Turns to him --\n\nCLAIRE\nWhy'd you come after me?\n\nCHARLIE\n(little uncomfortable)\nUh... well... it's probably because\nI like you.\n\nClaire shakes her head, starts walking again --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nWhat?\n\nCLAIRE\nYou don't like me, Charlie. You\nonly think you like me. Maybe\nbecause I'm so damn... pathetic\nwith my big disgusting belly...\n(full-on tirade now)\nAnd yes, aren't you sweet and\naffectionate -- But you'll change\nyour mind. Maybe it'll be a week\nor a month... but it'll wear off\nand you'll get on with it and I'll\nbe a stark raving madwoman with a\ncrying b--OW!\n\nAnd Claire suddenly stops walking -- DOUBLES OVER in PAIN --\n\nCHARLIE CLAIRE\nClaire -- ? OW -- Oh no... OW--\n\nHe puts his arm around her, nuturing. Scared. Concerned--\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat's the matter?\n\nClaire looks up, IN PAIN -- TERRIFIED and totally VULNERABLE--\n\nCLAIRE\nI think it's coming --\n\nAnd as Charlie's eyes slowly drop to her BELLY...\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\nACT FOUR\n\nAND WE SMASH OUT OF COMMERCIAL TO FIND --\n\n28 28\nEXT. JUNGLE PATH - DAY\n\nCLAIRE IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONTRACTION.\n\nShe's in PAIN, but this is not the anxious Lamaze breathing\nof LABOR. And she's keeping it fairly well together...\n\nCharlie, on the other hand, is PANICKED.\n\nCHARLIE\nWas that another one?\n\nCLAIRE\nYeah...\n\nCHARLIE CLAIRE\nWe need to time these, right?\nThat's what you do -- time -- Charlie...\nthe contractions --\n\nCHARLIE\nYou just need to stay calm, all\nright? Big deep breaths...\n(to himself)\nAw bloody hell --\n\nCLAIRE CHARLIE\n(scared)\nYou need to get Jack.\n-- What?\n\nCLAIRE\nI'll be all right...\n\nCHARLIE\nI am not leaving you alone. I can\ndeliver a baby!\n\nCLAIRE\nCharlie, please just get --\n\nCHARLIE\nI can do this-- it happens all the\ntime, it must!\n\nCLAIRE\nYou don't know how to --\n\nAnd Charlie is ALL OVER THE PLACE --\n\n28 (CON T'D): 28\n\nCHARLIE\nListen: trust me -- I'm not going\nto let anything happen -- You're\nsafe -- Yeah -- I may not know what\nI'm doing, but I'll figure it out --\nIf I can kick heroin, I can deliver\na baby.\n\nAnd it's out of his mouth before he realizes he even said it.\nClaire's just staring at him. Beat. Then --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nOkay: let me explain. I'm an\naddict. Was an addict. But look,\nI've been clean for five days!\n\nAnother beat. Then, more than ever:\n\nCLAIRE\nGet. Jack.\n\nCHARLIE\nRight.\n\nOne more beat of indecision -- concern for her -- opens his\nmouth to say something -- but instead, HE TAKES OFF RUNNING.\n\nAnd as we sit here with Claire, another SHOT OF PAIN crosses\nher face. And the WIDER we get, the more ALONE she is. HER\nBREATHING the only thing penetrating the SILENCE of the\njungle as we BLAST INTO --\n\nINT. LAW OFFICES - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY - FLASHBACK\n30 30\n\nClaire, at eight months with-child, sits alone on one side of\na conference table. EARL SLAVITT, an attorney, and his\nclients, ARLENE and JOSEPH STEWART, sit across from her.\n\nSLAVITT\nArlene and Joseph will bring you to\nMelbourne. They'll pay your living\nand medical expenses.\n\nARLENE\nWe found you an apartment. It's a\nnice place -- it has a balcony.\n\nSlavitt slides the substantial contract over to her.\n\n30 (CON T'D): 30\n\nSLAVITT\nAs discussed, once the baby is born\nand handed over to the Stewarts you\nwill have no right to see the child\nagain.\n\nARLENE\n(anxious)\n-- But so you know, we live here,\nnow, I mean, I moved from Chicago\nyears ago and... we'll be raising\nthe baby here, and...\n\nSlavitt shoots Arlene a look -- shut up and let me finish.\n\nARLENE (CONT'D)\nSorry.\n\nSLAVITT\n(to Claire)\nYou will have no right to\ncorrespond with the child and it\nwill be entirely up to Arlene and\nJoseph to decide whether to tell\nthe child anything about you.\nUnderstood?\n\nClaire listens, considers. Then, staying strong:\n\nCLAIRE\nYes.\n\nSLAVITT\nUpon your discharge from the\nhospital, you will be given an\nadditional payment of twenty\nthousand dollars.\n\nCLAIRE\nI just... just want you to take\ngood care of the baby.\n\nARLENE\nOf course we will.\n\nSlavitt slides documents and PEN across the table to Claire.\n\nSLAVITT\nI'll need you to sign and date\nwhere indicated.\n\n30 (CON T'D): (2) 30\n\nClaire lifts up the pen, but hesitates. Is she changing her\nmind? Has Malkin gotten to her?\n\nCLAIRE\nDo you know \"Catch a Falling Star?\"\nIt's a song, like a lullaby?\n\nARLENE\nCatch a falling star, put it in\nyour pocket--?\n\nCLAIRE\nMy father used to sing that to me.\nCould you sing it for the baby?\nEvery once in a while?\n\nARLENE\nOf course.\n\nAnd now, things are getting emotional. Claire opens the\ndocuments. Finds the signature line. Puts pen to paper.\nSigns, BUT THERE'S NO INK. So Slavitt offers another pen --\nshe takes it -- tries to sign. BUT AGAIN, NO INK. This is\nfuckin' weird. Arlene hands her a pen of her own. Claire\ntakes it -- scribbles on a POST-IT. The pen works. And she\nbrings the pen to the page. Is about to sign. Everyone's\nwatching her -- waiting -- sensing that she's unable to do\nthis... finally, she stands:\n\nCLAIRE\nI've... I'm sorry-- I'm-- leaving--\n\nARLENE\n-- you're what?! You can't --\n\n-- but Claire is up and heading out and --\n\nEXT. MALKIN'S HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK\n31 31\n\nA very pregnant Claire pounds on the door. Urgent.\nFinally, Malkin opens the door and --\n\nCLAIRE\nOkay, what is it? Your \"offer.\"\n\nOFF Malkin, we go to:\n\n32 32\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nCharlie hauls ass through the jungle. SMASHES through LOW\nHANGING BRANCHES as he goes. He BLASTS out of the brush and\nalmost runs into --\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 44.\n\n33 EXT. JUNGLE - CLEARING - CONTINUOUS 33\n\nETHAN. Alone. Carrying firewood --\n\nCHARLIE\n(frantic)\nHey -- Oh, thank God -- What's your\nname?\n\nETHAN\nEthan -- are you all right?\n\nCHARLIE\nEthan -- I need you to go to the\ncaves. Run back to the caves --\nand get Jack... tell him that\nClaire's --\n\nETHAN\n(concerned)\nClaire? Is she okay?\n\nCHARLIE\nShe's having the baby --\n(no time to explain)\nGet him. Fast. I'll be with her --\n\nCharlie points back to where he came from --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nRight through there. On the path.\n(then)\nGo!\n\nEthan stands there for a moment. Seems to process all this.\n\nETHAN\nOf course.\n\nAnd OFF CHARLIE as Ethan turns tail and RUNS for the caves...\n\n34 34\nEXT. JUNGLE PATH - DAY\n\nCharlie RACES through the jungle -- frantic, eyes wide,\nhoping he hasn't lost his way -- and finally he sees her:\nClaire, up ahead, lying there in distress.\n\nCHARLIE\nClaire! Claire!!! He's coming!\n\nHe arrives at her side -- drops to his knees, out of breath,\nbut encouraging:\n\nLOST \"Raised by Another\" (YELLOW) 9/23/04 45.\n34 (CON T'D): 34\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D) CLAIRE\nJack's on his way, he'll be -- it hurts--\nhere-- are you--? What's--?\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nOkay, okay-- he'll be here, just\nbreathe, keep breathing...\n\n-- and he's holding her hand now, breathing overtly, trying\nto help lead her --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nLike this. Inhale, exhale, all\nthat-- do it with me --\n\nAnd he breathes -- so does she -- and it actually seems to be\nhelping. Still, she's scared, in some pain, and frustrated\nas hell. Under her breath and mostly to herself, she says:\n\nCLAIRE\n... I'm not supposed to be here.\n\nCHARLIE\nI think we've all been feeling a\nbit of that--\n\nCLAIRE\nI know... there was just... someone\nwho promised me I wouldn't be here.\n\nCHARLIE\nHe was wrong. Keep breathing.\n\nCLAIRE\n(breathing, with regret)\n... yeah... he was wrong...\n\n-- and on CLAIRE, TIGHT, breathing, we CUT TO...\n\nINT. MALKIN'S HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK\n35 35\n\nClaire stands in the middle of the over-crowded apartment\nwith Malkin. He's handed her a small manila envelope. She\npulls out six-thousand Australian dollars. Can't believe\nthis. Is suspicious and uneasy about it.\n\nCLAIRE\nYou've spent the last three months\ntelling me I need to raise the baby\nmyself. Now you're giving me money\nand saying I don't have to.\n\n35 (CON T'D): 35\n\nMALKIN\nI've found a couple in Los Angeles\nwho are very eager to adopt. The\nbaby will be safe in their care.\nI've foreseen...\n\nCLAIRE\nForeseen?\n(starting to lose it)\nWhat am I even doing here? I can't\nbelieve I'm listening to --\n\nAnd Malkin shakes his head. Empathizing. REAL.\n\nMALKIN\nI know it sounds ridiculous,\nClaire. All of this... \"psychic\"\nbusiness. And I appreciate that\nyou must think I'm a madman --\n(totally genuine)\nBut this is what must happen.\n\nHer reaction: she doesn't believe a word.\n\nCLAIRE\nSo you're giving me six-thousand\ndollars to give my baby to a pair\nof strangers in Los Angeles.\n\nMALKIN\nTwelve-thousand. The other six\nwhen you get to Los Angeles. And\nthey're not strangers -- They're\ngood people.\n\nCLAIRE\n(considers; then)\nHow do you know I won't just take\nthe six and run?\n\nMALKIN\nBecause I know your soul. I know\nyour honesty. That if you promise\nme you'll go... you will.\n\nHe hands her a PLANE TICKET in a ubiquitous sleeve. Off the\nCLOSEUP of the ticket, and OCEANIC AIRLINES LOGO, CUT TO:\n\n36 36\nEXT. JUNGLE PATH - DAY\n\nCharlie with Claire, still in the deep breathing exercises:\n\n36 (CON T'D): 36\n\nCHARLIE\nA psychic.\n\nCLAIRE\nI know. I'm so embarrassed.\n(then)\nAnd after everything... he was just\nfull of it.\n\nA breathing beat. A long one. Then:\n\nCHARLIE\nOr not.\n(off her look)\nAll he wanted was that no one else\nraise your baby, right?\n(with dread)\n... so maybe he knew.\n\nTIGHT AS HELL on Claire as she turns to Charlie... just now\nstarting to figure out what he means. She stares at Charlie,\nstares, horrified by the thought...\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\n... I mean... if he wanted it bad\nenough... if that guy really...\ndoes have the gift... and I think\nsome people do...\n(could this be...?)\n... he could've known, Claire...\n\nSO TIGHT on Claire -- the very idea ghastly -- and Christ, if\nshe doesn't suddenly remember details of the moment:\n\nINT. MALKIN'S HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK\n37 37\n\n-- in the same moment that he gives her the ticket:\n\nCLAIRE\n(smiling)\nI can't leave tomorrow, I need a\nfew days to--\n\nMALKIN\nNo. It has to be this flight. It\ncan't be any other. They're\nalready scheduled to meet you when\nyou arrive. Flight 815.\n\nClaire stares at him. This man is so odd...\n\n38 EXT. JUNGLE PATH - DAY 38\n\nTIGHT ON CLAIRE, eyes wet, staring off as she remembers... in\npure horror...\n\nCLAIRE\n(sotto)\n... there was no couple... in Los\nAngeles...\n(then)\nHe knew...\n\nINT. MALKIN'S HOUSE - DAY - FLASHBACK\n39 39\n\nTIGHT ON MALKIN as he watches Claire, agreeing, leaving his\napartment.\n\nCLAIRE (V.O.)\n... he knew about the plane...\n(then)\n... he knew what was going to\nhappen...\n\nAnd Claire heads off, walking away from him -- forever --\n\nCLAIRE (V.O.) (CONT'D)\n... he knew... oh my God, he\nknew...\n\nAnd we're SO TIGHT ON MALKIN as he watches -- tears coming to\nhis eyes -- staring at this woman... who he's just put on a\nflight he knows is going down.\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\nACT FIVE\n\nAND THE SOUND OF HEAVY BREATHING POUNDS US INTO --\n\n40 40\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nRUNNING LEGS as they JACKHAMMER through masses of PLANTS --\nscrabble over ROOTS --\n\nSOMEONE is trying to get through the dense jungle as fast as\nthey can, but a LIMP from an injured leg prevents them from\nreaching top speed -- and now we see -- it's SAYID -- His\nclothes weathered from an ordeal (you'll read all about it in\nEPISODE 108.) His face and arms TORN UP from his TWO DAY\nTREK. He runs, smashes his way through the jungle.\n\nAnd if this wasn't ENOUGH action to get us excited about\nstaying tuned for the denouement --\n\n41 41\nEXT. JUNGLE - ELSEWHERE - DAY\n\nANOTHER PAIR OF LEGS pounds through the foliage, running in\nthe opposite direction -- NO LIMP -- A different RHYTHM to\nthe BREATHING that accompanies them -- very different,\n\nbecause we pull up and see, IT'S HURLEY.\n\nBy the way this is CUT, we get the sense that Sayid and\nHurley -- are RUNNING TO THE SAME PLACE.\n\nAnd off this pure KINETIC INTENSITY we find --\n\n42 42\nEXT. JUNGLE PATH - DAY\n\nSTILLNESS.\n\nClaire sits against a tree. CHARLIE huddles at her side with\nfriendly concern. The TRADE WINDS ease around them,\nprompting the grass to sway with reassuring grace.\n\nCHARLIE\nYou feel another one coming?\n\nCLAIRE\nI don't know...\n\nCHARLIE\n(looking around)\nWhere in the bloody hell is Jack?\n\nClaire shifts, starts to get to her feet --\n\nCLAIRE\nI think... I think I'm all right.\n\n42 (CON T'D): 42\n\nCHARLIE\nWait. You shouldn't -- the\ncontractions --\n\nCLAIRE\nMaybe that was the last one.\n(a half-prayer)\nPlease, let it have been the last\none.\n\nCHARLIE\n(hopeful)\nJack said the stress might cause\nsome kind of false labor...\n(beat)\nAre you sure you're all right?\n\nShe assesses for a beat, then --\n\nCLAIRE\nNo pain.\n\nCHARLIE\nWell, there you are, then:\nBirthing emergency averted.\nTold you I'd take care of you.\n\nCLAIRE\n(a heartbreaking smile)\nThank you, Charlie.\n\nCHARLIE\n... you're quite welcome.\n\nAnd a moment of GENUINE WARMTH. Claire finally giving in to\nit, too. After all they've been through, we want these two\nto be together.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nAny chance of you making it back to\nthe caves?\n(beat; and he means this)\nI won't let anything happen to you.\n\nAnd after a moment, she NODS. But lest we get too\ncomfortable, we CRASH BACK INTO --\n\n43 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY 43\n\nSAYID -- RUNNING -- LIMPING -- His breathing more RAGGED --\nMore DESPERATE --\n\nINTERCUTS WITH:\n\n44 EXT. JUNGLE - ELSEWHERE - DAY 44\n\nHURLEY -- RUNNING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION -- A COLLISION\nCOURSE.\n\nAnd we cut back and forth between the two until --\n\nSMASH CUT TO:\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - RED ROCK WALL - DAY\n45 45\n\nON JACK standing with KATE as they both turn to find --\n\nKATE\nSayid?\n\nSAYID limps toward them -- And now that he's made it home,\nwillpower gives way to reality and he COLLAPSES --\n\n-- Jack immediately moves for him, eases him to the ground.\nKate is close behind. Sayid is really fucking WEAK, out of\nbreath -- DISORIENTED -- Trying to get it all out at once --\n\nSAYID\n-- Listen -- on the island -- I\nfound her -- the woman -- she --\n\n-- Jack checks over Sayid's body for injuries. Sees his\nrather brutal LEG INJURY.\n\nJACK\nI need some water!\n(to Sayid)\nWhat happened? Where were --?\n\nSAYID\nI had to come back. I had to...\n(and now, completely\nclear)\nWe are not alone.\n\nFind LOCKE as he approaches, more INTRIGUED than concerned --\n\nJust then, HURLEY (the other pair of legs) bursts out of the\nbrush -- Gasping for breath --\n\n45 (CON T'D): 45\n\nHURLEY\nWe -- got -- a problem!\n\nAnd HOLY SHIT this is just big-league INSANITY. Sayid on the\nground, WIPED. Jack tending to him. Hurley desperately\ntrying to communicate something himself --\n\nQUICK CUTS covering all of this as (sorry, Marita) --\n\nHurley holds up a METALLIC CLIPBOARD --\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nThe manifest...\n\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nHURLEY\nMy census -- the names of--\neveryone who survived. All forty-\nsix of us. I interviewed\neverybody. Here. At the beach.\nGot everyone's -- name...\n(beat; catching his\nbreath)\nBut one of them -- Jack, one of\nthem isn't in the manifest.\n\nJack. Kate. Locke (oh yes, we LINGER on Locke) all exchange\na look. Even with Sayid's arrival, Hurley's information has\ntake on major SIGNIFICANCE.\n\nAnd we PUSH IN on Hurley just so we GET IT when he says --\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nHe wasn't on the plane.\n\nAnd now it's time to PUSH IN on Kate --\n\nKATE\nWho wasn't on the plane?\n\nSMASH CUT TO:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n46 46\n\nOne of the DARKER sections of the jungle. Definitely CREEPY\nas we find --\n\nCLAIRE and CHARLIE as they make their way back along the path\ntoward the valley. Charlie carries her BAG in one hand.\n\n46 (CON T'D): 46\n\nClaire suddenly STOPS -- puts her hand on her belly. Charlie\ninstantly WORRIED --\n\nCHARLIE\nYou okay?\n\nCLAIRE\nYeah -- he just kicked.\n\nClaire SMILES and reaches out, taking Charlie's hand in hers.\nCharlie smiles, abashed, as --\n\nVOICE (O.S.)\nHello there.\n\nCharlie and Claire both JUMP. Didn't hear anyone come up.\nThey both look up to see --\n\nETHAN.\n\nJust kinda standing here. Arms at his sides. More than just\na little UNSETTLING.\n\nCHARLIE\n(confused)\nEthan? Where's Jack?\n\nETHAN\nOh. Jack?\n(simply)\nI didn't go and get him.\n\nEthan exudes a creepy calm -- he's still the same guy we've\ncome to know, but there is something slightly askew in his\ndelivery, something just... OFF.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat do you mean you didn't go?\n\nEthan ignores him. Turns his attention to Claire, takes a\nstep forward --\n\nETHAN\nI know you're scared. It's okay.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat the hell are you talking\nabout, you git? One more step --\n\nAND SUDDENLY, a NOISE in the DENSE JUNGLE behind them --\nMOVEMENT -- NON-DESCRIPT --\n\n46 (CON T'D): (2) 46\n\nCharlie and Claire both turn towards it -- NOTHING. And the\ninstant they turn back --\n\nEthan is standing right in front of them --\n\nETHAN\nI'm sorry it's come to this.\n\nAnd as we CLOSE IN ON ETHAN'S COLD EYES -- wondering who the\nhell he is -- what he wants -- and what the fuck he is GOING\nTO DO...\n\nSMASH TO BLACK.\n\nTHE END"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"All the Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues\"\n\nWritten by\n\nJavier Grillo-Marxuach\n\nETHAN\nI know you're scared. It's okay.\n\nCHARLIE\nWhat the hell are you talking\nabout, you git? One more step --\n\nAND SUDDENLY, a NOISE in the DENSE JUNGLE behind them --\n\nMOVEMENT -- NON-DESCRIPT -- Charlie and Claire both turn\ntowards it -- NOTHING. And the instant they turn back --\n\nEthan is standing right in front of them --\n\nETHAN\nI'm sorry it's come to this.\n\nAnd as we CLOSE IN ON ETHAN'S COLD EYES -- wondering who the\nhell he is -- what he wants -- and what he is GOING TO DO...\n\nSMASH TO BLACK:\n\nAnd just as we begin to catch our breath, A FRENETIC ZOOM\nthrough the \"O\" pushes through the darkness -\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nHe wasn't on the plane.\n\n- and BLASTS OUT OF JACK's opening eye at -\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - DAY\n1\n\n- where he dresses SAYID's wound as he lies passed-out. It\nis two seconds since we last saw Jack -- surrounded by KATE,\nHURLEY and LOCKE.\n\nKATE\nWho wasn't on the plane?\n\nHURLEY\nThat Canadian guy - Ethan - He\nisn't in the passenger manifest -\n\n2.\n1 (CON T'D) 1\n\nAnd there is great ENERGY to all this -- OVERLAPPING DIALOGUE\n-- CAMERA FLYING AROUND PICKING UP PIECES OF IT -- ALL BOILS\nDOWN TO ONE THING -- CONFUSION.\n\nJACK HURLEY\nWell where is he?\n-- Don't know -- I talked to\nhim yesterday and --\n\nKATE JACK\nJack -- Sayid... his leg --\n-- Anybody seen Ethan?\n\nAS THE CAMERA SPINS, PEOPLE COMING TO CHECK THE COMMOTION,\nWORD OF SAYID'S RETURN - MURMURING - JACK, LOUDER NOW, HIS\nSENSE OF SOMETHING FUCKING TERRIBLE GROWING --\n\nJACK\nHas anyone seen Ethan?\n\nCAMERA finds MICHAEL --\n\nMICHAEL\nYeah... said he was gonna get wood -\ntook off on the path to the beach.\n(re: Sayid)\nIs he okay, man? What happened --?\n\nBut Jack's mind is going a THOUSAND MILES AN HOUR, LOOKING\nAROUND -- suddenly realizing --\n\nJACK KATE\nWhere's Charlie?\n-- What?\n\nJACK\nWhere's Charlie?\n\nAnd on that, the CAMERA ABRUPTLY STOPS. A moment. Another\nmoment. And then, finally we find someone we haven't yet\nheard from --\n\nLOCKE\nHe went after Claire.\n\nAnd as the implications of this hit Jack full force, we PUSH\nIN ON HIM and --\n\nSMASH CUT TO:\n\n3.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO THE BEACH - DAY 2\n2\n\nJACK runs down the PATH -- LOCKE at his side.\n\nWe're MOVING with them, CLOSE on the two men as this growing\nsense of dread FUELS THEIR SPRINT --\n\n-- AND OTHER THAN THE HARDCORE SOUND OF THEIR BREATH, all we\nget is the SOUNDS OF THE JUNGLE - birds - trees - the wind -\n\nAnd LOCKE abruptly STOPS. His head turns to the right as\nthose preternatural EYES focus on something --\n\nLOCKE\nJack.\n\nAnd JACK, already ahead, comes to a STOP. Turns towards us --\nEYES QUESTIONING what Locke is looking at...\n\nBut Locke is already striding through the FOLIAGE. Whatever\nit is, now Jack sees it too...\n\nTWENTY YARDS AWAY\n\nAnd as the two men approach us, CAMERA BOOMS DOWN to reveal --\n\nA BAG.\n\nJust sitting here, surrounded by lush, green JUNGLE. Oddly\nout of place. Locke squats down in front of it -- as Jack\nmakes an awful realization -\n\nJACK\nShe was moving to the beach.\n\nLocke turns to shoot Jack a quizzical look:\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n(indicating the bag)\nClaire. It's hers.\n\nLocke nods, turns back to the bag. Jack is overwhelmed with\nguilt -- trying to make sense of this... and NOT --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nWhat -- what happened? Where --?\n\nLOCKE\nI don't know.\n\nAnd we're ON LOCKE NOW, an EERIE CALM coming over him as he\nexamines the GROUND around the bag --\n\n4.\n2 (CON T'D) 2\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nFootprints - at least three\ndiscrete sets - they're all over\nthe place - looks like there might\nhave been a struggle -\n\nBut Locke has found something REALLY INTERESTING NOW on the\nperiphery of the clearing. BENT and BROKEN GRASS. He moves\nto it suddenly --\n\nJACK\nWhat? What is it?\n\nLOCKE\nDrag marks. Here... and here.\n\nJACK\nCharlie -- he came after her. They\nwere together...\n\nLocke explains what both of them are thinking, and said so\nsimply it's all the more TERRIFYING --\n\nLOCKE\nI think they've been taken.\n\nON JACK, Locke's words freaking him out because he KNOWS\nTHEY'RE TRUE -- Looking around the DARK, DENSE JUNGLE. They\ncould have gone anywhere -- FRANTIC -- SHOUTS --\n\nJACK\nCLAIRE! CHARLIE!\n(then; in another\ndirection)\nCLAIRE!\n\nLOCKE\nJack.\n\nJack's head whips around, back on Locke -- And if Jack is\ndialed up to TEN, Locke is sitting comfortably at ONE --\n\nAnd as we PUSH IN, he carefully brings a raised finger to his\nlips --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nShhhhhhhhhhh.\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF TEASER\n\nACT ONE\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO THE BEACH - DAY 3\n3\n\nECU on Locke's hand - picking up a twig - WIDER as Locke\nexamines a break in the wood --\n\n-- Jack steps up behind him, the two men exchange glances.\nLocke motions for Jack to follow him - the two move down the\npath - checking behind and around, suspicious that someone\nmay be watching them -\n\n- Locke finally breaks the silence as he examines a footprint\non the soft earth - but their voices stay quiet, furtive -\nfull of amped-up intensity --\n\nLOCKE\nThe tracks are still fresh.\n\nJACK\nIt doesn't make any sense -- How\ncould one man drag two people --\n\none of them pregnant...?\n\nLOCKE\nYou're asking the wrong question.\nNot how...\n(turns to him)\nWhy?\n\nJack absorbs this. And as there is no answer --\n\nJACK\nYou think it was Ethan?\n\nLOCKE\nIt certainly feels like it was\nEthan.\n\nON JACK. Yeah. It does - but the questions still outnumber\nthe answers -- This is fucking IMPOSSIBLE -- FRUSTRATED --\n\nJACK\nBy himself? How --?\n\nLOCKE\nWe can't account for all of our\npeople --\n(beat; then)\nAnd more importantly, who's to say\nthey're even our people?\n\nThis effectively freezes Jack. What the fuck is he...?\n\n3 (CON T'D) 3\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nSayid said there were others.\n\nJACK\n(no...)\nHe said \"we are not alone.\"\n\nA beat, then --\n\nLOCKE\nSemantics.\n\nJACK\n(refusing to believe this)\nSayid's injured -- we don't know\nwhere he went -- he's delerious...\n\nLOCKE\nI'm only telling you what the\nground is telling me.\n\nJACK\n(frustration mounting)\nSo which way is the ground saying\nthey went?\n\nLocke looks at Jack, his tone cautious, measured:\n\nLOCKE JACK\nJack -- we don't know what's\ngoing on here.\n-- We know enough.\n\nLOCKE\nWe need to prepare -- we can be\nback at the caves in ten minutes --\norganize a search party, get\nweapons --\n\nJACK\nWhich way did they go, Locke?\n\nLocke stares at Jack - practically vibrating with impatience.\nAfter a moment, Locke simply points into the woods -\n\n- and Jack just takes off in that direction -\n\nAND OFF LOCKE, his expression betraying nothing in spite of\nhaving no intention whatsoever of following...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 4\n4\n\nJack runs - knocking tree branches aside - propelling himself\nas fast as his legs can carry him - and as he does -\n\nJACK'S VOICE (PRE-LAP)\nLet's get a clamp on that artery so\nI can ligate above the tear -\nINT. HOSPITAL - OPERATING ROOM - DAY - F L A S H B A C K\nFLASHBACK 5\n5\n\nECU on Jack, mouth and nose covered by a surgical mask, eyes\nnarrowed into slits as he wages war on a mounting crisis.\n\nJACK\n- come on - come on!\n\nWIDEN TO REVEAL a harsh CONTRAST TO THE LUSH JUNGLE -- the\nCOLD ANTISEPTIC WHITENESS of an OPERATING ROOM.\n\nAnd we're IN THE SHIT here, folks. CAMERA once again ON THE\nMOVE as we find Jack surrounded by several SURGICAL NURSES\nand an ANESTHESIOLOGIST gathered around the OPERATING TABLE\nas Jack works an incision in the PATIENT's abdomen -\n\nANESTHESIOLOGIST JACK\nB.P.'s falling - she's\nbleeding out... -- No - I got the artery -\nalmost there -\n\n- BLEEEEEEP! That sound. Instantly recognizable as a heart\nmonitor's way of saying the Grim Reaper's come a-knockin'.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nLet's start CPR...\n\nANESTHESIOLOGIST JACK\nShe's in arrest...\n-- 1 milligram epi - Where's\nthat crash cart!?!\n\nOver the WHIRR of defibrillator paddles CHARGING UP, a Nurse\n(ANDREA) performs CPR as Jack redoubles his efforts -\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nArtery's sealed - close her up -\n\nANDREA\n(holding out the paddles)\nD-fib!\n\n5 (CON T'D) 5\n\n- and takes his hands out of the incision, grabbing the\npaddles without missing a beat -\n\nJACK\nCLEAR!\n\n- and pushing them into the patient's chest - KA-THWUM! The\nPatient JERKS UPWARDS as...\n\nBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE -- Monitor still flat-lining, Jack's\nhead whipping back to his patient --\n\nANDREA\nWe're charged -\n\nJACK\nClear!\n\nKA-THWUM! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...\n\nJack passes off the paddles. Instantly begins to administer\nCPR himself...\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n- C'mon -- C'mon back --\n\nMore COMPRESSIONS. Andrea administering OXYGEN from a\nSQUEEZE MASK --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nC'mon... Let's go... C'mon back...\n\nAnd that's when we hear an AUTHORITATIVE VOICE -- we've been\non this action so TIGHT, we neglected to register the MAN\nstanding just five feet behind the table, out of the fray --\n\nMAN\nCall it.\n\nJack doesn't stop. Keeps PRESSING --\n\nMAN (CONT'D)\nCall it.\n\nJack ignores the voice --\n\nMAN (CONT'D)\nJack.\n\nJack finally turns to face the man --\n\n5 (CON T'D) (2) 5\n\n-- and as the man lowers his mask, for those of us who can\nremember back to Episode Three, we instantly recognize\nSHEPHARD. Jack's father.\n\n[For those of us who DON'T remember, we'll restate their\nrelationship soon enough.]\n\nSHEPHARD\nCall it.\nIt's over.\n\nAnd Jack just LOOKS at his father. A BEAT. ANOTHER beat.\nAnd finally --\n\nJack slowly removes his hands from the patient's chest.\n\nReaches over to the MONITOR. FLICKS A SWITCH. The\nBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE abruptly CUTS OFF.\n\nJack exchanges a look with Andrea. Her eyes drop.\n\nAnd now, he pulls off his OWN MASK. Turns back to his\nfather, eyes burning intensely --\n\nJACK\nYou call it.\n\nA stand-off. A battle of wills. SO FUCKING MUCH GOING ON\nHERE -- and we'll spend the rest of the episode exploring it.\nBut for now, Shephard holds his son's gaze. And without\nbatting an eyelash --\n\nSHEPHARD\nTime of death is 3:23 PM.\n(beat)\nPer the Chief of Surgery.\n\nJack turns from his father to look at this Patient -- His\neyes locked in as he PULLS OFF HIS BLOODY GLOVES - and as we\nSTAY TIGHT ON HIM --\n\nSMASH CUT TO:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 6\n6\n\nJack PUSHES HIS WAY THROUGH GIANT JUNGLE LEAVES, continuing\nto run - and the silence of the previous scene is overtaken\nby the dull ROAR of the jungle - the look on his face\nidentical to that seen in the operating room -\n\n- and then a SOUND - and it is the kind of sound that could\nbe anything. The WIND, the RUSTLE of trees, the HOWL of an\nanimal - but to Jack - it is a sign to push even harder -\n\n6 (CON T'D) 6\n\n- and as Jack picks up the pace, growing smaller and smaller\nas the jungle grows larger and larger around him -\n\nCUT TO:\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - ENTRANCE - DAY 7\n7\n\n- abuzz with activity - anxiety abounds, and all of the\nmovement in the valley (including the brief, clipped pace of\nthe following scenes) indicates growing unease.\n\nKATE enters in mid-argument with Locke -\n\nKATE\nYou just let him go? Alone?\n\nLOCKE\nCouldn't stop him. Don't worry --\nI'll catch up.\n(then)\nWhat's the word from the beach?\n\nKATE\nNothing. Nobody's seen them.\n\nLocke nods. Of course they haven't. Then --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nI'm coming with you.\n\nLOCKE\nFigured you might.\n\nLOCKE reaches his little area, PULLS OPEN his SUITCASE --\nloaded with KNIVES. Selects the biggest and SHARPEST as we\npick up --\n\nSHANNON (O.S.)\n- What are you doing? We need to\nget our water and go back to the\nbeach! This isn't our --\n\nBOONE (O.S.)\nI heard you're forming a search\nparty. Can I help?\n\nLocke and Kate look up to see BOONE, SHANNON on his heels --\n\nSHANNON\nSearch party? This is a deserted\nisland.\n(MOR E)\n\n7 (CON T'D) 7\nSHA NNON (CONT'D)\nNo choppers, no Amber alert - how\nexactly are you going to find them?\n\nLocke takes one look at the put-upon expression on Boone's\nface and shuts Shannon down -\n\nLOCKE\nBy following Ethan's trail -\n(off Shannon's look)\n- no one can walk through\nwilderness without leaving signs --\nbending blades of grass, breaking\ntwigs -- especially with captives\nin tow.\n\nLocke extends a KNIFE to Boone --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nAnd yes, I could use another hand\nif you're up for it.\n\nBoone takes the knife, grateful for the validation.\n\nBOONE\nI'm up for it.\n\nAnd Locke REGARDS BOONE -- as if for the first time. Really\ntake this kid in. Odd. Finally:\n\nLOCKE\nThen let's get moving.\n\nLocke and Kate step past Shannon toward the cave exit - Boone\nfollows, gives his sister a look as he PASSES.\n\nAnd off her DISBELIEF of having been completely FROZEN OUT --\n\n8\n8 EXT. THE VALLEY - ENTRANCE - DAY\n\nMichael and WALT walk toward the entrance in mid-argument --\n\nWALT\nI could take Vincent, you know, he\ncould sniff something that belonged\nto Charlie and - I can help.\n\nMICHAEL\nI said no, man.\n\nMichael reaches Locke as he stuffs ANOTHER knife into his\nVEST, falls into step with him as he moves out -- Kate and\nBoone lagging behind --\n\n8 (CON T'D) 8\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nA lot of us don't want to just sit\nhere waiting for news. We're\nwilling to go out and look too.\n\nLocke barely stops to look at Michael -\n\nLOCKE\nThanks, but we're set. Anyone else\nis just going to slow us down.\n\nMICHAEL\nYeah -- Okay -- so maybe I can put\ntogether another party...\n\nLOCKE\nGood idea. We're going north. I\nsuggest you go south.\n\nAnd with that, Locke STRIDES OFF, leaving Michael alone.\n\nAnd as Michael looks at Walt, aware that he has just gotten\nthe same kind of dismissal he was giving his son...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - CLEARING - DAY 9\n9\n\nECU on Jack's hand, reaching for a twig, then WIDER as he\nbrings it up to his face, trying to read it, only to crush\nand throw it to the ground, frustrated.\n\nOut of breath, Jack continues to walk, looking down - trying\nto find ANY SIGN that will tell him where to go -- the sad\ntruth, however, is that Jack is lost and alone --\n\n-- but that doesn't mean he is beaten or resigned. Jack\nlooks up at the sky, then, after a beat - he turns back to\nthe ground, redoubling his effort to find Ethan's trail --\n\nMATCH CUT TO:\n\nINT. HOSPITAL - OPERATING ROOM - DAY - F L A S H B A C K\nFLASHBACK 10\n10\n\n- the equally troubled look on Jack's face as he looks down\nat the dead woman on the operating table. This is the quiet\nafter the storm.\n\nThe nurses and assistants file out. Jack places a sheet over\nthe patient and turns to look at his father and realizes that\nthe storm is about to begin.\n\nSHEPHARD\nNever thought I'd see the day.\n\n10 (CON T'D) 10\n\nJack says nothing. The Old Man approaches - his anger\nbuilding.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nYou barge into my OR to work on my\npatient?\n\nJack's tone is somber - reserved - there is something between\nhim and his father he does not want to articulate -\n\nJACK\nYou didn't have to do the\nprocedure...\n\nSHEPHARD\nI don't have to do anything.\n\nJACK\n\n-- Yeah. Of course you don't.\n\nSHEPHARD\nI chose to do this procedure --\nthis emergency procedure -- because\nwhen that girl crashed in the E.R.,\nthey called me.\n\nJACK\nI was upstairs -\n\nSHEPHARD\nAnd you should have stayed there -\nHow did you even know about...\n\nJACK\nOne of the nurses came to get me.\n\nThis effectively freezes Shephard for a moment. Then --\n\nSHEPHARD\nWho?\n\nJack won't take the bait and put another person in dad's\ncross-hairs. Keeps his mouth shut.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nWell. Thank God I have you and\nsome anonymous nurse to rescue me -\n\nJACK\nShe told me your hands were\nshaking.\n\n10 (CON T'D) (2) 10\n\nSHEPHARD JACK\nMy hands weren't...\n-- You cut her hepatic\nartery, she bled out -\n\nSHEPHARD\nShe was in a car crash - her\ninsides were a mess -\n\nBut these two aren't even talking anymore - this thing\nbecomes a street fight in extremely short order -\n\nJACK SHEPHARD\n-- You made a mistake. -- They called me. Not you.\n\n-- I don't care whether they -- You're lecturing me?\ncalled you are not, you made\na mistake. -- Tell me -- if you were\nupstairs and I was at lunch,\n-- Oh. Oh. Okay... then why did they call me?\n\n- And finally, Jack actually RAISES HIS VOICE --\n\nJACK\nHow many drinks did you have at\nlunch, dad?\n\nIt just hangs there - OUT LOUD AT LAST... in the shadow of\nthe death of a patient, there is little else to add.\n\nAn interminable moment passes between father and son - the\nbirth of an unbridgeable gulf. And ON JACK, we HEAR:\n\nLOCKE (V.O.)\nJack.\n(then)\nJack.\n\nMATCH CUT TO:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - CLEARING - RESUME 11\n11\n\nJack, turning to see Locke, Kate and Boone:\n\nLOCKE (O.S.)\nGood thing you've been going in a\ncircle.\n(then)\nNot the best search grid, but we\nmight not have found you otherwise.\n\n11 (CON T'D) 11\n\nON KATE, happy to see him. And despite the circumstances,\nhe's happy to see her, too.\n\nKATE\nYou find anything?\n\nJACK\n(ashamed/angry)\nNo.\n\nLocke approaches, compassionate. Sincere --\n\nLOCKE\nYou should get back to the caves.\nSayid's leg...\n\n- but Jack shrugs him off, even as Locke continues to try to\nbe a voice of reason.\n\nJACK\nI dressed Sayid's leg. You found\nme -- Then we can find Charlie and\nClaire. So do we have a trail to\nfollow or not?\n\nLOCKE\nJack --\n(beat)\nThis is my fault.\n\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nLOCKE\nI've been hunting with Ethan.\nSpent time with him. Never sensed\nanything...\n(beat)\nOff.\n(then; pointed)\nFor everything I know -- about\nhunting? Tracking? Whoever he\nis... he knows more. If we catch\nup to him -- I don't want anything\nto happen to the only trained\nphysician on the island.\n(beat)\nGo back and be the doctor - let me\nbe the hunter.\n\nNo malice or threat in any of what Locke said. Just genuine\nconcern. Jack just looks at him. And after a beat --\n\n11 (CON T'D) (2) 11\n\nJACK\nCan we go now?\n\nBeat. Locke shakes his head. If that's the way it's going\nto be --\n\nLOCKE\nFollow me.\n\nAnd as Locke turns to go, Jack does indeed follow.\nExchanging a look with Kate. And then... BOONE --\n\nBOONE\nJack.\n\n- and although innocuous enough, given their past history, it\nis clear that Boone's greeting is intended to give Jack the\nsense that Boone is finally playing with the big dogs.\n\nOff Jack, offering Boone a cursory nod...\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - DAY 12\n12\n\nHurley watches as Michael fills water bottles and puts them\nin a backpack. Another five CASTAWAYS work nearby -\n\nMICHAEL\n- I'm trying to help and all the\nguy can tell me is to \"go south.\"\nLike what, I'm gonna get in his way\nor something?\n\nHURLEY\nLook, man, everyone's tweaked -\nLocke's feelin' it just like the\nrest of us -\n\nMichael stands and indicates the other five Castaways -\n\nMICHAEL\nSo what? I got five other guys who\nare going out there with me,\nputting our necks on the line to\nfind Charlie and Claire.\n(beat)\nAll I'm saying is I'm getting sick\nof being treated like a second-\nclass citizen around here just\nbecause Mount Baldy knows how to\nbag a boar.\n\n12 (CON T'D) 12\n\nHurley shrugs back his dissent, realizing that Michael needs\nto vent - but a third voice comes to Locke's defense -\n\nWALT\nHe knows a lot more than how to get\na boar.\n(off the looks)\nMr. Locke's a warrior. He knows\nhow to hunt and track and stuff -\nand he's the only one who brought\nknives. If he told me to stay out\nof his way...\n\n- but Walt realizes that his dad is glaring at him.\n\nWALT (CONT'D)\n(timidly)\n...I'd listen to him.\n\nMICHAEL\n(beat, then)\nWell I don't want you to.\nY'understand?\n\nA beat. Walt nods. Then:\n\nMICHAEL (CONT'D)\nYou stay with Hurley. I might not\nbe a warrior. But I'm going south.\n(to the group)\n\nLet's go.\n\nMichael walks off with the others. Walt watches him go,\nfeeling as guilty as he does righteous. He looks up at\nHurley.\n\nHURLEY\nBack home? I'm known as something\nof a warrior myself.\n\nWalt just stares -- is this guy fucking with him? A beat.\nThen Hurley smiles. Walt reluctantly smiles too --\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 13\n13\n\nECU on a red t-shirt. WIDER TO REVEAL Locke cutting a strip\noff the shirt with his knife, then tying the strip to a tree\nas Boone watches on -\n\n13 (CON T'D) 13\n\nLOCKE\nWe keep our progress marked by line\nof sight -- we tie these off so we\ndon't get lost.\n\nBOONE\nBut you can lead us back to camp,\nright?\n\nLOCKE\nUnless something happens to me.\n\nBoone doesn't like the sound of that -- but he's not gonna\nSHOW IT. Puts out his hand.\n\nBOONE\nThen maybe I better take marker\ndetail.\n\nLocke smiles, appreciatively. Hands over the shirt.\n\nFIND JACK & KATE, the former anxiously coming back towards\nthem --\n\nJACK\nAnything?\n\nLOCKE\nNot yet.\n\nLocke takes out a bottle of water. Takes a SWIG.\n\nJACK\nIf you can't find the --\n\nLOCKE\nI'll pick it up again. But we\nshould rest for a minute. Get our\nclarity back.\n\nLocke offers the water bottle to Jack --\n\nJACK\nYou're taking a break? It's four\no'clock, man -- if the sun sets\nthere's no way...\n\nLOCKE\nIt's four twenty-five, and yes --\nI'm taking a break.\n(then)\nSorry.\n\n13 (CON T'D) (2) 13\n\nJack can't fucking believe this. Boone looks on, somewhat\nintrigued by what's happening here as KATE moves up to Jack--\n\nKATE\n(sotto)\nCan I talk to you?\n\nAnd OFF JACK, trying to engage in a staredown with Locke but\nnot getting his opponent to engage...\n\nUPCUT TO:\n\n14\n14 EXT. JUNGLE - A FEW METERS AWAY - MOMENTS LATER\n\nKate and Jack, alone now.\n\nKATE\nWould it kill you to give the guy a\nlittle bit of space?\n\nJACK\nIt might.\n\nKATE JACK\nStop that.\nWhat?\n\nKATE\nThat.\n\nHe knows exactly what she means. Jack shakes his head in\nfrustration.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nWhat's going on?\n\nA beat. Then --\n\nJACK\nI didn't believe her. Claire.\n(really fucking angry at\nhimself)\nI gave her a sedative.\n\nKATE\nJack -- You can't...\n\nJACK\nShe told me someone was coming\nafter her. That she was\nattacked... and she sounded so...\nout of it.\n(MOR E)\n\n14 (CON T'D) 14\nJAC K (CONT'D)\nI thought the pregnancy was amping\nup her stress. I just --\n(stops himself; pained)\nI didn't believe her.\n\nKate just looks at him. Feeling his pain. Not knowing what\nto say to make it go away. And that's when --\n\nBOONE (O.S.)\nJACK! KATE!\n\nAnd as Jack and Kate turn to the sound of Boone's VOICE --\n\nUPCUT TO:\n\n15\n15 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY - MOMENTS LATER\n\nKate and Jack rush up to join Boone, standing over a\nCROUCHING LOCKE. All their interest focused on what's in\nLocke's hand -- He holds it up and opens his palm slowly:\n\nKATE\nWhat is it?\n\nAnd now we're CLOSE ON IT --\n\n- a piece of gauze bandage with the letter \"L\" written on it\nwith magic marker.\n\nAnd just as we're beginning to connect to what it might be,\nlet's instantly SHARE with those not as familiar with the\nshow as we are --\n\nFLASH CUT TO:\n\n16\n16 EXT. BEACH - DAY - F L A S H B A C K (FROM EPISODE 101)\nFLASHBACK\n\nCHARLIE - as seen at the end of \"Tabula Rasa\" - sitting by\nthe fire on the beach, using a Sharpie to write the word\n\"LATE\" on the gauze bandages wrapped around his knuckles.\n\nAfter lingering on Charlie's knuckles for a moment -\n\nFLASH CUT TO:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - RESUME 17\n17\n\nLocke examines the gauze - turns around and looks to Jack,\nhis eyes TWINKLING, maybe he'd be smiling if the\ncircumstances were slightly different --\n\nLOCKE\nLook familiar?\n\n17 (CON T'D) 17\n\nJACK\nIt's Charlie's.\n\nBoone steps up, confused --\n\nBOONE\nWhat? You think it just... came\noff?\n\nJACK\nNo. I think...\n(beat; to Locke)\nHe's leaving us a trail.\n\nLocke nods -- Hell yeah, he is.\n\nAnd OFF JACK, for the first time since we began, despair\nactually replaced by HOPE --\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\nACT TWO\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - CLEARING - DAY 18\n18\n\nOPEN ON an EXTREME CLOSE UP of the \"A\" scribbled on a piece\nof gauze from Charlie's knuckle. And we RACK FOCUS to find\nit in the hand of --\n\nJACK. Crouching at the base of a BANYAN TREE in a beautiful\nJUNGLE CLEARING. Beyond the tree, a narrow SWATCH of path\ncuts through the DENSE JUNGLE.\n\nJACK\nThey went this way.\n\nWIDEN to reveal Kate and Boone, a few yards behind Jack. All\nof them COVERED IN SWEAT -- BREATHING HARD --\n\nBut LOCKE is actually ACROSS THE CLEARING. RUNS his fingers\nalong the slightly BENT BRANCHES OF A FERN --\n\nLOCKE\nI'm not so sure.\n(turns to the others)\nThere's another trail here.\n\nJack stands, crosses to Locke --\n\nJACK\nWhat do you mean, another --?\n\nLOCKE\n(points to the grass)\nThese are footprints. People moved\noff this way.\n\nJack holds up the \"A.\" Feels he's getting close --\nFRUSTRATION MOUNTING --\n\nJACK\nCharlie is leaving us these to\nfollow.\n(points back towards the\nBanyan)\nThey're heading that way.\n\nLocke just looks at him. Then --\n\nKATE (O.S.)\nWhat if Charlie isn't the one\nleaving them?\n\nBoth men turn towards Kate --\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (GOLDENROD) 10/15/04 23.\n18 (CON T'D) 18\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nIf Ethan knows we're behind him, he\nmight be setting up a dummy trail.\nTake off one way, then double-back\nin his own footprints.\n\nAnd the SURPRISE registers on Jack's face as what he's\nthinking is verbalized by --\n\nBOONE\nWait -- Now you're a tracker?\n\nKate says nothing, playing a LOOK with Jack as Locke turns to\nher, AMUSED --\n\nLOCKE\nYou're just full of surprises.\n\nLocke doesn't know the half of it. Jack shakes off his\nsurprise, simply doesn't have the time because it's pretty\nfucking clear what they've gotta do --\n\nJACK\nIf there are two trails, we split\nup. I'm taking this one --\n\nLOCKE\n(shakes his head)\nWe should stay together, Jack...\n\nJACK\nWhy? We have two trails...\n(pointed; to Kate)\nAnd apparently two trackers.\n\nA moment.\n\nLocke considers this. And since Jack isn't really asking for\npermission, he doesn't have much of a choice. Finally --\n\nLOCKE\nBe careful.\n\nAnd as the four exchange a series of LOOKS, the safety of\ntheir number about to be HALVED --\n\nA19\nA1 9 INT. THE VALLEY - STREAM - DAY\n\nWe find Hurley and Walt playing BACKGAMMON. Hurley ROLLS the\ndice -- looks at the results -- FRUSTRATED --\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (SALMON) 11/17/04 23A.\nA19 (CON T'D) A19\n\nHURLEY\nCrap!\n\nWALT HURLEY\nYour blots can't get it.\n-- Yeah, I know my blots\ncan't get in.\n\nWALT\nMy roll.\n\nHURLEY\nYahoo.\n\nWALT\nOkay, I need a four-three...\n\nWalt concentrates, blows on the dice, SHAKES THEM, in his\ncupped hands -- for the longest time. Hurley rolls his eyes.\n\nHURLEY\nDude, would you please roll?\n\nFinally Walt rolls. The dice tumble and Hurley watches,\nincredulous, as Walt gets a four-three, HITS another of his\npieces, puts it on the bar --\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nNo!!\n\nWALT\nYour turn.\n\nHurley rolls again. DAMN. And again, he must cede the dice\nto Walt. Hurley can barely contain himself.\n\nWALT (CONT'D)\nIt's okay. I wasn't very good when\nI first started playing either.\n\nHURLEY\nI didn't just start playing. I\nfinished 17th at a tournament once!\n\nWALT\n17th's not very good.\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (SALMON) 11/17/04 23B.\nA19 (CON T'D) (2) A19\n\nHURLEY\nNo, 17th is very good.\n\nWALT\nIf you say so.\n(does his rolling shtick)\nC'mon, double sixes...\n\nWalt rolls. And... DOUBLE SIXES!\n\nHURLEY\nYou gotta be kidding me.\n\nWALT\n(shrugs)\nI'm lucky.\n\nWalt wins.\n\nHURLEY\nNo one is that lucky.\n\nWALT\nMy Dad said I was the luckiest\nperson he knew.\n\nHURLEY\nReally...\n\nWALT\nNot Michael, Brian -- my other\nDad...\n\nHurley gives him a surprised look -- other Dad...?\n\nWALT (CONT'D)\nIt's kind of a long story.\n\nWhich Walt doesn't want to go into.\n\nWalt picks his pieces off the board (this is what you do in\nthe endgame of Backgammon) --\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (SALMON) 11/17/04 23C.\nA19 (CON T'D) (3) A19\n\nWALT (CONT'D)\nC'mon, one more game -- double or\nnothing again.\n\nHurley just shakes his head. Gets up.\n\nHURLEY\nI got a meeting.\n\nWALT\nA meeting?\n\nHURLEY\nYeah. A meeting.\n\nAs in -- \"I'm out of here.\" And as Hurley heads off --\n\nWALT\n(calling after him)\nYou owe me twenty thousand dollars!\n\nHurley takes a quick glance back. Bastard! And he's gone.\nOFF Walt, left alone -- and he's bored.\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (GOLDENROD) 10/15/04 24.\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - FRONT YARD - DAY 19\n19\n\nSAWYER\nOkay - who got taken by what?\n\nSawyer puts BOTTLES OF WATER into his backpack, while\nlistening incredulously as Walt catches him up on current\nevents -\n\nWALT\nCharlie and Claire... they think\nEthan took them.\n\nSAWYER\nEthan took them.\n\nWALT\nYeah.\n\nSAWYER\nTook them why?\n\nWalt SHRUGS.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nAnd who the hell is Ethan?\n\nWALT\nDunno -- but he wasn't on that list\nthing. The manifest. People are\nsaying they don't remember him from\nthe plane.\n\nSAWYER\nYou ever think he might've lied\nabout his name?\n\nAnd we can't help but notice the following give and take\neither makes Sawyer more childlike or Walt more adult. Pick\none.\n\nWALT\nWhy would he lie?\n\nSAWYER\nYou serious?\n\nWALT\nIt's stupid to lie about your name.\n\nON SAWYER. For loyal viewers, that means something. Then --\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (GOLDENROD) 10/15/04 24A.\n19 (CON T'D) 19\n\nSAWYER\nAllrighty, so where do you think\nEthan came from, Tattoo?\n\n19 (CON T'D) (2) 19\n\nWALT\nMaybe he was already here. On the\nisland. Before we...\n\nSAWYER\n(laughs, shakes his hand)\nGot yourself a helluva imagination.\n\nWALT\nThere could be lots of other people\non the island.\n\nSAWYER\nSo a tribe of evil natives planted\na ringer in the camp to kidnap a\npregnant girl and a reject from VH1\nhas-beens-reunited - yeah, that's\nfiendishly clever -\n(then)\nAnd why am I getting the evening\nnews from a six year old?\n\nWalt shoots Sawyer an annoyed glare:\n\nWALT\nI'm ten.\n\nSAWYER\nOkay, then it must be true.\n\nWalt shakes his head. Enough of this guy. As he walks off --\n\nWALT\nIf you don't believe me, go ask\nSayid. He said we're not alone.\n\nAnd this news knocks the snark right out of Sawyer.\n\nSAWYER\n... Sayid's back?\n\nAnd as we sit on SAWYER, absorbing this as Walt walks off --\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - LATER 20\n20\n\nLocke kneels - studying the ground cover when ZIP! - RACK\nFOCUS TO REVEAL Boone, cutting fabric from the RED T-SHIRT,\nstarts to tie it around a tree...\n\nBOONE\nRed shirt.\n\n20 (CON T'D) 20\n\nLOCKE\nHmmm?\n\nBOONE\nRed shirt.\n(then)\nYou ever watch Star Trek?\n\nLocke turns to Boone. Smiles --\n\nLOCKE\nI don't have a television.\n\nBOONE\nOh.\n(then)\nYou know what it was about?\n\nLOCKE\n(back to tracking)\nSure. Big spaceship. Lasers.\nAliens. That sort of thing.\n\nBOONE\n(nods)\nThe crew guys who would come down\nto the planets with the main guys,\ny'know the Captain and the guy with\nthe pointy ears?\n(holds up the T-shirt)\nThey always wore red shirts.\n(beat)\nAnd they always got killed.\n\nLOCKE\nHuh.\n(beat)\nI'd say that's one piss-poor\nCaptain.\n\nBoone laughs, likes Locke. Likes the way he makes him feel.\nLocke moves around the area, still trying to pick up a sign --\n\nBOONE\nSo what do you do back in the real\nworld, Mr. Locke?\n\nLOCKE\nIt's John.\n\n20 (CON T'D) (2) 20\n\nBOONE\n(smiles)\nJohn.\n\nLOCKE\nWhy don't you guess.\n\nBOONE\nOkay...\n(thinks; then)\nI'm gonna go with taxidermist or\nhit man.\n\nLOCKE\nI was Regional Collections\nSupervisor for a box company.\n\nBOONE\n(what?)\nA box company?\n\nLOCKE\nThey made boxes.\n\nBoone stops, perplexed. A beat. Locke turns to him. Offers\nthat smile. And Boone LAUGHS --\n\nBOONE\nYeah, right.\n\nLocke raises his eyebrows -- yeah, let Boone think he was\nkidding. But as he turns back to his work...\n\nThe smile falls away.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 21\n21\n\nA large leaf covering the view gives way as Jack SMASHES it\naway, pushing through the path with great speed.\n\nKATE\nWould you please slow down? Jack?\n\nJack stops as Kate catches up.\n\nJACK\nYou said they went this way...\n\nKATE\nI think they went this way. I'm\nnot as good at this as Locke...\n\n21 (CON T'D) 21\n\nJACK\nSo when'd you pick up the tracking\nskills, Kate? Before or after you\nwere on the run?\n\nAnd with that, KATE abruptly STOPS.\n\nAfter a few beats, Jack realizes she's not behind him. Turns\nback to her. And we can see that she's HURT --\n\nKATE\nI'm trying to help, Jack.\n\nJACK\nYou know what might help? A little\nhonesty. Just give me something\nreal. Anything.\n\nKate just looks at him. Then, after a moment --\n\nKATE\nMy dad was in the Army. Ranger\nBattalion. We were stationed at\nFort Lewis. Washington State. We\nwould go hiking together. One day\nwe spent eight hours tracking\ndeer... being in the woods, that\nwas his religion.\n\nAnd there's something else here. Something DEEPER. But --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nThat was real.\n\nThat's all she's gonna give him now. So she just stands\nthere, watching him. Then, after a moment -\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nAnything you wanna share, Jack?\n\nJack looks at Kate - what does she mean? About his father?\nAbout his driven need to find Claire? About anything\npersonal?\n\nNo - this is his turn to be mysterious.\n\nJACK\nNo.\n\n21 (CON T'D) (2) 21\n\nAnd with that, Kate is on the move again. Striding past\nJack. And as we SETTLE ON HIM, not watching her go, but lost\nin the memories brought on by this conversation --\n\nCUT TO:\n\nINT. HOSPITAL - SHEPHARD'S OFFICE - DAY - FLASHBACK 22\n22\n\nShephard sits at his desk paging through a surgical incident\nreport, doesn't bother to look up as Jack enters.\n\nSHEPHARD\nThanks for coming, Jack. Sit down.\n\n22 (CON T'D) 22\n\nJack doesn't. Shephard pushes the report across the desk.\n\nJACK\nWhat's it say?\n\nSHEPHARD\nThe truth...\n\nJack looks at his father, who stands to meet his gaze:\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\n... That a patient was brought to\nthe ER following a car accident,\nrushed into surgery with massive\ninternal bleeding. You joined me --\nand in spite of our most heroic\nefforts -- the patient succumbed to\nher injuries.\n\nJack picks up the file, then, with a bitter edge:\n\nJACK\nLooks like you fixed everything but\nthe patient.\n\nJack expects Shephard to blow, and is ready for the fight.\nBut Shephard doesn't. He let's Jack's statement hang there.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou had no business being in that\noperating room.\n\nSHEPHARD\nYou really think I'd have walked in\nthere if I couldn't handle it?\n\nJACK\nYou've done it before.\n\nShepard doesn't deny this. Almost a sense of pride about it:\nhe's a great surgeon and he knows it - almost too well.\n\nSHEPHARD\nThat's right. I have - and I'm\nfully capable of making those\ndecisions --\n\nJACK\nHow can you say that after\nyesterday?\n\n22 (CON T'D) (2) 22\n\nSHEPHARD JACK\nThe problem was not related\nto -- -- You were impaired!\n\nSHEPHARD\nI know my limits.\n\nJACK\nI won't sign this.\n\nJack tosses the file back across his father's desk.\n\n22 (CON T'D) (3) 22\n\nSHEPHARD\nYou were part of the team. I'm not\nthe only one on the hook for this.\n(beat)\nYou called me off! You were the\nsurgeon of record when she died!\n\nJack doesn't reply. He's willing to let the chips fall where\nthey may and Shephard knows it.\n\nShepard softens his tone and approach.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nAccidents happen in surgeries all\nthe time, Jack. You know that.\nThat's the truth. But if you\ncontradict this report -- mention\nalcohol -- well, that's the only\nfact that will matter. They'll\nstrip me of my license.\n\nJACK\nYes, they will.\n\nJack looks up at his father. And he's surprised because\ninstead of anger he sees something he's never seen in his\nfather's face before --\n\nHis features have gone soft. Into fear, vulnerability.\nShephard RUBS the bridge of his nose, shakes his head\ndespondently. Let's face it, it freaks Jack out.\n\nSHEPHARD\nI know I've been hard on you.\n\nPossibly the greatest understatement of all time.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nBut that's how you make metal into\nsteel.\n(beat)\nAnd that's why you're the most\ngifted young surgeon in this city.\n\nJesus Christ! Did Jack just hear that right?\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nThis is a career that's all about\nthe greater good. I've had to\nsacrifice certain aspects of my\nrelationship with you, so that\nhundreds...\n(MOR E)\n\n22 (CON T'D) (4) 22\nSHE PHARD (CONT'D)\nthousands of patients will live,\nwill thrive, because of your\nextraordinary skills.\n\nAnd, oh my God, tears are welling in Shephard's eyes. This\ncracks Jack's own visage of determination, hits him in an\nemotional place he's unprepared for. He's getting what he's\nalways wanted when he very least expected it.\n\nShephard steps up, puts his hand on Jack's shoulder.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nLong time coming. I know.\n\nShephard picks up the file, arranges the papers neatly\ninside, to cover his own emotions. Then he turns to Jack\nwith complete sincerity:\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nWhat happened today... I promise\nyou -- it'll never happen again.\n\nShephard holds out a pen. What he says next -- it goes so\nmuch to Shephard's emotional core he can barely get it out\nabove a whisper --\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nWhat I've given... This isn't just\nmy career, Jack. This is my life.\n\nThe pen hovers there in Shephard's hand. An interminable\nbeat. And then Jack reaches out. And takes it.\n\nJack makes the toughest choice of his life. He signs the\nfalse surgery report.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nThank you, Son.\n\nAnd OFF JACK, already torn by what he's just done...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\nACT THREE\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - INFIRMARY CAVE - DAY 23\n23\n\nECU on Sayid's opening eye - WIDER to reveal him shooting to\na sitting position from a pile of blankets on the cave floor.\n\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nI don't know if you \"Islams\" have a\nconcept of karma -\n\nSayid sees Sawyer, squatting a few meters away.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n- but I get the sense this island\nserved you up a heaping platter of\ncosmic payback.\n\nSayid backs himself up against the cave wall, facing Sawyer.\n\nSAYID\nWhat do you want?\n\nSAWYER\nDoctor do-right don't trust me with\nhis antibiotics, so I have to hump\nhere every day to get my meds.\n(then)\nApropos of nothing... a less\nmagnanimous man than I might just\nbe thinking he could beat the ever-\nloving snot out of you without fear\nof reprisal.\n\nSAYID\nYou want a shot, take it... but\nknow that I left this camp out of\nshame for what I did to you. It\nwas never my intention to return.\n\nSAWYER\nYou cut me up, put bamboo under my\nnails... Sorry, I'm fresh out of\nsweet forgiveness.\n(leaning in)\nSo if it wasn't your intention to\nreturn, why did you?\n\nSayid considers. Then --\n\nSAYID\nI was taken prisoner by the French\nwoman.\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (GREEN) 10/19/04 33.\n23 (CON T'D) 23\n\nSAWYER\n(what the fuck?)\nThe one that's been sending out the\ndistress signal for sixteen years?\n(long skeptical beat)\n... she's alive?\n\nSAYID\nShe was on a science expedition...\nShe said they shipwrecked.\n\nSAWYER SAYID\nHow? Where?\n-- She didn't say.\n\nSAWYER\nShe alone?\n\nSAYID\nShe said that there were others on\nthe island.\n\nSAWYER\n(beat, -- what?!)\nHer people?\n\nSAYID\nNo.\n(beat -- this is hard)\nShe murdered her entire team.\n(then)\nShe believed they were... sick.\n\nOkay, this freaks Sawyer out. He tries to cover, stay cool.\n\nSAWYER SAYID\nRight. And these \"others?\" I don't know.\nWho the hell are -- (beat)\nShe's never seen them.\n\nSAWYER\nNever seen them. But she knows\nthey're there.\n\nSAYID\nIf you believe her.\n\nSAWYER\nDo you?\n\nSAYID\nMaybe, maybe not.\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (GREEN) 10/19/04 33A.\n23 (CON T'D) (2) 23\n\nSayid looks at him. Doesn't want to share this information.\nBut knows that he must. As crazy as it sounds...\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nBut on my way back. I heard\nsomething in the jungle.\nSurrounding me.\n\n23 (CON T'D) (3) 23\n\nSAWYER\nSomething like what?\n\nSayid tilts his head back -- frustrated. He shouldn't have\nopened up to him after all:\n\nSAYID\nDo you have something to say to me,\nSawyer? Or are you going to\ncontinue to ask me questions you\nknow I don't have the answers to?\n\nON SAWYER. Busted. But doesn't want to let Sayid know it...\n\nSo he just shakes his head. Gets up. Turns to go --\n\nSAWYER\nBy the way, the tides are comin' up\nthe beach. Plane hull's almost in\nthe water...\n(the point)\nI kept your signal fire burning.\n\nSawyer goes. Sayid watches him. Was that an olive branch?\nMaybe these two have made a very tentative connection.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 24\n24\n\nLocke and Boone walk through DENSE JUNGLE, Locke no longer in\ntracker mode -- moving through the foliage with PURPOSE --\nBoone, a little UNEASY --\n\nBOONE\nIt's been fifteen minutes since we\nfound any sign... what are we\nfollowing?\n\nLOCKE\nMy gut.\n(then)\nSo, Boone. What do you do in the\nreal world?\n\nBOONE\nI run a business.\n\nLOCKE\nWhat kind of business.\n\nBoone is actually a little ASHAMED for some reason. Then --\n\n35.\n24 (CON T'D) 24\n\nBOONE\nIt's a... wedding thing.\n\nLOCKE\nHuh.\n\nBOONE\nMy mother -- she has this...\nempire. \"The Martha Stewart of\nMatrimony.\" I run one of the\nsubsidiaries.\n\nLOCKE\nAnd who's running it now?\n\nBoone ponders this. Maybe for the first time.\n\nBOONE\nGuess it doesn't matter, does it?\n\nLOCKE\nThere are people who can handle it.\nTemporarily.\n\nWith that, Locke stops moving. Smiles. Boone stops too.\nWhat is it? Then Locke looks SKYWARD.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nGonna start raining in one minute.\n\nBOONE\n(cynical)\nOne minute?\n\nLOCKE\nGive or take a few seconds.\n\nLocke turns to Boone. A look of CONCERN on his face --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nYou should turn around, Boone.\nHead back.\n\nBOONE\nWhat?\n\nLOCKE\nTrail's been cold for a quarter\nmile and there's dangerous terrain\nahead. If you go now, you'll make\nit back to camp before dark.\n\n24 (CON T'D) (2) 24\n\nBOONE\nWhat about you --?\n\nLOCKE\nI can take care of myself.\n\nBOONE\n(beat)\nI'm not heading back.\n\nLOCKE BOONE\nI admire your bravery, but --\n-- I'm not heading back.\n\nLocke sizes up Boone. A beat. Then, he nods.\n\nLOCKE\nAll right, then.\n\nAnd it happens in an instant --\n\nDOWNPOUR. RAIN. LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF RAIN. Both Boone\nand Locke soaked to the skin within SECONDS. Boone shouts\nover the STORM --\n\nBOONE\nTHEY TEACH YOU HOW TO PREDICT THE\nWEATHER AT THE BOX COMPANY?\n\n25\n25 EXT. JUNGLE - THE FOOT OF A MUDDY HILL - DAY\n\nThe end-of-the-world weather grows even more severe as Jack\nand Kate rush to the foot of a hill covered in long grass...\nand at the foot of the hill, wedged between two rocks -\n\n- is the \"T\" from Charlie's hand.\n\nJack and Kate exchange looks -\n\nJACK\n(grimly)\nI guess we were right.\n(then)\nWhere to now?\n\n- but before Kate can answer, the two hear that SOUND again -\nthe one that Jack heard as he first ventured into the jungle -\nsomething between a rustle of trees and a howl -\n\n- something that distinctly conveys a presence -\n\n25 (CON T'D) 25\n\n- only now the sound is followed by something very close to a\nSCREAM from the top of the hill!\n\nOr was it a scream? The trees? The wind?\n\nJack doesn't care. He looks at Kate - and as he stands there\nin the rain, girding himself for what he knows he must do --\n\n26\n26 INT. HOSPITAL - CORRIDOR - DAY - F L A S H B A C K\nFLASHBACK\n\nJack's face is blurred - as if the lens has been doused -\nuntil a squee-gee crosses the frame to reveal that Jack is\nstanding in front of a pair of glass doors at the entrance to\nthe corridor --\n\n-- he is wearing scrubs and a labcoat and reading a chart,\nwaiting for the JANITOR cleaning the door to step aside so he\ncan move into the corridor.\n\nWe get the sense it's LATE. Not the heavy bustle of peak\nhours. Jack steps past the janitor and SEES --\n\nAT THE END OF THE HALLWAY --\n\nSHEPHARD. And he's talking to a VERY SAD LOOKING MAN in his\nthirties. Both unaware of Jack.\n\nAnd Jack is very interested in this conversation -- Jack\nstanding there, watching his father.\n\nAnd whatever they're talking about, Shephard's conversation\nwith the man is intense and COMPASSIONATE --\n\nAnd just then, ANDREA (we may recognize her as one of the\nnurses from the OR earlier) emerges through the DOORS right\nnext to Jack --\n\nANDREA\nDr. Shephard.\n\nJACK\nAndrea -- do you know who that man\nis? That my father's talking to?\n\nAndrea looks down the hallway. Turns back to Jack, SOMBER.\n\nANDREA\nThat's her husband.\n\nAnd Jack knows exactly to whom Andrea is referring. And\nmaybe she's actually a little ACCUSATORY when she says --\n\n26 (CON T'D) 26\n\nANDREA (CONT'D)\nHe's threatening to sue.\n\nAnd with that, she walks OFF.\n\nBACK ON JACK as he continues to watch the conversation.\n\n26 (CON T'D) (2) 26\n\nDOWN THE HALLWAY\n\nThe MAN breaks into a WRACKING SOB. And although this is\nJack's POV, we make sure we get all this because --\n\nShephard RUBS the bridge of his nose, shakes his head\ndespondently. And gently places his hand on the man's\nshoulder.\n\nAnd Jack doesn't even need to hear the words to know --\n\nHe has just watched his father \"handle\" another person's\nemotional crisis in the exact way he handled his own son.\n\nTHE CRASH OF THUNDER BRINGS US BACK TO --\n\n27\nEXT. JUNGLE - HILLSIDE - RESUME\n27\n\n- Jack - having just heard the SCREAM from the top of the\nhill, ready to do what he has to do, he springs into action -\npowering himself up the muddy slope!\n\nKate follows - the hill grows steeper and steeper, Jack drops\nto a crawling position - clinging on to the grass as Kate\ncomes up behind him -\n\nThey turn and scramble across the side of the incline.\nGrabbing hold of anything to keep them vertical.\n\nKATE\nThis is -- can't be right -- how\ncould they have gone this way?!\n\nJACK\nJust follow me, keep moving!\n\nJack presses on into the driving rain.\n\nAnd in the rain and buffeting wind, another sound seems to\ncome and go everywhere around them - strange WHISPERS (like\nthose heard by Sayid in \"Solitary\"...)\n\nThat's when the sodden slope under his feet gives way. Jack\nfalls. Grabs for something, anything. No luck. Gravity\ntakes over. He begins to tumble down the slope.\n\nNow that he's got his momentum going, there's no way he's\ngoing to stop himself. He's a one man tumbling human\navalanche, nearly free-falling through the rain down the\nsteep slope.\n\n27 (CON T'D) 27\n\nCLOSE ON KATE\n\nGrabbing a branch.\n\n27 (CON T'D) (2) 27\n\nKATE\nJack!!\n\nBACK TO JACK\n\nSlipping, sliding, tumbling, he finally rolls to a stop in a\ntangle of jungle at the bottom of the slope --\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - FOOT OF A LARGE TREE - RESUMING\n\nJack reaches for his aching head -- DISORIENTED -- DIZZY --\nRAIN pouring down on him --\n\nAnd this is something he SENSES before he actually looks up\nand sees it. And we SENSE it too --\n\nThere is someone here.\n\nAnd as Jack slowly looks up -- standing right in front of him\n-- just FIVE FUCKING FEET AWAY --\n\nIs ETHAN.\n\nETHAN\nHello, Jack.\n\nHoly. Fucking. Shit.\n\nJack looks at him, ragged breath, but EYES BURNING. And he\nasks the question that hopefully all of America has been\nasking for the past week --\n\nJACK\nWho are you?\n\nAnd we're LOOKING UP at Ethan. SOAKING WET but seemingly\noblivious to the rain. And his EYES. His FUCKING EYES.\n\nETHAN\nStop. Following. Me.\n\nJACK\nWhere are they? What did you do\nwith them? What --\n\nEthan cuts Jack off by STOMPING down on Jack's CHEST with his\nfoot, pressing him down into the MUDDY GROUND... Jack\nwinces, and Ethan makes sure Jack is good and uncomfortable\nbefore reiterating his warning.\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (PINK) 10/15/04 40.\n(CON T'D)\n\nETHAN\nYou are not understanding... so\nlisten very closely.\n\nAnd he PUSHES down with his foot even HARDER. Into Jack's\nSOLAR PLEXUS. Cutting off his breathing. Ethan leans in...\n\nAnd when he says this, it is CHILLING --\n\nETHAN (CONT'D)\nIf you do not stop following me,\nI will kill one of them.\n\nYeah. We heard that right. And Ethan fucking means it.\n\nETHAN (CONT'D)\nDo you understand?\n\nTIGHT on Jack's eyes as he ABSORBS THIS. Understands it.\n\nBut he doesn't ACCEPT IT.\n\nJack summons every last bit of his strength to get himself\nout from under Ethan's foot -\n\n- REACHES UP, grabs ETHAN'S ANKLE -- PUSHES -- Ethan's LEG\nTWISTS -- SPLASH -- HE GOES DOWN IN THE MUD!\n\nJack ROLLS OVER, GOES for Ethan and --\n\nTHIS IS CLOSE QUARTS COMBAT. RAIN FALLING. But it quickly\nbecomes APPARENT that ETHAN IS ONE BAD MOTHERFUCKER as --\n\nSMASH. HIS OPEN PALM JAMS into JACK'S NECK -- An ELBOW under\nhis CHIN -- ETHAN IS JUST SO FUCKING FAST AND BRUTAL -- BLOW\nAFTER BLOW -- All covered in QUICK AND DEVASTATING CUTS til --\n\nJack literally FLIES BACK into the MUD. Onto his back.\nCompletely SPENT. Done.\n\nDefeated.\n\nAnd as Ethan begins to move towards JACK --\n\nETHAN (CONT'D)\nNo more warnings.\n\nAnd as he cocks his fist back and DRIVES it towards camera...\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (YELLOW) 10/18/04 41.\n\nACT FOUR\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - FOOT OF A LARGE TREE - DAY 29\n29\n\nGray sky. Then -\n\nKATE'S VOICE\nJack - Jack - please -\n\n- Jack's eyes snap open to see Kate standing over him,\nstroking his head and raising up her hand to see BLOOD -\n\nKATE JACK\nYou're bleeding - are you -?\n-- How... how long was I out?\n\nKATE\nTwo minutes. You slid away --\n\nKate reaches for her bag, pulls out a rag -\n\nJACK\nEthan...\n\nKATE\nWhat?\n\nAnd there is great INTIMACY as Kate dabs at his wound, puts\nher other hand on the back of Jack's neck --\n\nJACK\nEthan was here. He...\n\nKATE JACK\nYou banged your head --\n-- He was here.\n\nAnd Jack GRUNTS, gets to his feet. A little WOBBLY.\n\nKate immediately GRABS him as he STUMBLES. She's genuinely\nCONCERNED. Softly --\n\nKATE\nJack -- you have to stop.\n\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nKATE\nThe rain's washed the trail away.\nEven if you did see him...\n(MOR E)\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (YELLOW) 10/18/04 42.\n29 (CON T'D) 29\nKAT E (CONT'D)\n(beat)\nThey're gone.\n\nJack just looks at her. And PULLS AWAY.\n\nJACK\nNo.\n(then)\nI'm not letting him do this.\n\nKate looks at Jack - the look on his face is FARAWAY - like\nhe isn't thinking about Ethan anymore -- Kate's confused --\n\nKATE\nNot letting him -- ?\n\nBut Jack is already moving for the INCLINE and begins to SLOG\nhis way back up --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nJACK!\n\nBut he's not listening. And as we CLOSE IN on him, more\nINTENSE NOW than we've ever seen --\n\nJACK\n(under his breath)\nNot again.\n\nAnd the sounds of the jungle -- and Jack's breathing -- begin\nto drop out as --\n\nSHEPHARD (O.S.)\n- at which time the patient went\ninto cardiac arrest -\n\n30\n30 INT. HOSPITAL - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY - F L A S H B A C K\nFLASHBACK\n\nThe INSANITY of the jungle is replaced by the quiet austerity\nof a HOSPITAL CONFERENCE ROOM as we find ---\n\nJACK. Calmly sitting at the POLISHED TABLE as his father\ncommands the room, addressing a group of FIVE OTHER DOCTORS --\n\nSHEPHARD\n- of course, every effort was made\nto resuscitate the patient - but\nthe severity of her injuries and\nthe amount of internal bleeding\nmade it impossible.\n\nShephard looks at the members of the board, clear, decisive.\nShit -- We saw what happened and we believe him.\n\n30 (CON T'D) 30\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nIn my professional opinion -- and\nthat's all I've got, gentlemen...\n(somber, yet responsible)\nBy the time I was called in, the\ndamage was irreversible.\n\nOn Jack. STOIC. Can't bring himself to look at his dad...\n\nThe Board members make their final notes, exchange glances.\nFinally, the HEAD DOCTOR speaks up -\n\nHEAD DOCTOR\nThanks, Christian. Sorry about the\nformality.\n\nSHEPHARD\n(shakes his head)\nOf course.\n\nJack keeps his expression neutral - knowing that he just has\nto stay still until this is over and then he can wash his\nhands of the entire affair.\n\nAnd that's when --\n\nHEAD DOCTOR\nJust one final detail - you were\naware of the patient's pregnancy\nwhen you went into the procedure?\n\n- pregnancy? Jack looks at his father, who doesn't react -\nbut as Shephard gives a lucid, convincing response, the look\non Jack's face indicates his distress at this revelation -\n\nSHEPHARD\nAbsolutely. The patient's husband\ninformed the attending at the ER.\nIt was, however, extremely early in\nthe pregnancy and our primary focus\nhad to be on the mother.\n\nAnd while the Board buys the line - we settle on JACK...\n\nBecause he DIDN'T know that.\n\nAnd Jack now realizes it wasn't just a woman's life that was\ndestroyed. The truth is inescapable: a family's entire\nfuture died that day -- and his eyes swell with tears as it\nbecomes clear why Jack has been hell bent on saving Claire:\nanother pregnant woman under his charge.\n\n10/12/04 44.\n30 (CON T'D) (2) 30\n\nHEAD DOCTOR\nOkay, then. I think we're done and\nthe final report will be filed --\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nI need to revise my statement.\n\nAnd that's when everyone turns to --\n\nJACK. And now -- as he speaks -- he IS looking at his\nfather. RIGHT at him.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nI didn't come into the OR until\nwell into the procedure.\n\nSHEPHARD\nJack.\n\nJACK\n(ignores him)\nI was warned by one of the nurses\nthat my father was operating under\nthe influence -\n\nSHEPHARD\nJack. This is not--\n\nJACK\n(louder now)\nBy the time I got there it was\nclear that my father was not only\nincapacitated, but that he severed\nthe patient's hepatic artery, which\nin my professional opinion, caused\nthe crisis that led to her death.\n\nAnd there it is. Let it sit. Let it sink in.\n\nAnd as we realize what the implications of this are going to\nbe -- that the career of Christian Shephard, M.D. has\nofficially just ended -\n\nAnd so has Jack's relationship with his father.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - HILLTOP - DAY 31\n31\n\nJack and Kate clear the hillside and rush into the dense\nwilderness - their pace is determined - even as the foliage\naround them grows thicker, blotting out the light -\n\n31 (CON T'D) 31\n\n- Kate leads the way - until she knocks down a large leaf and\nfinds herself face-to-face with -\n\nCHARLIE'S HAND - THE \"E\" STILL ON HIS PINKY\n\n- attached to the rest of Charlie -\n\n- REVEALED hanging above them - with a noose wrapped around\nhis neck! And a ratty cloth BLINDFOLD covering his eyes!\n\nKATE SCREAMS!\n\nAnd before we can take in the full HORROR of all of this,\nTHANK FUCKING GOD --\n\nJack is here.\n\nHe wraps his arms around Charlie's legs, pushing him up to\nget some slack on the rope, allowing him to breathe -\n\nJACK\nYou have to cut the noose.\n\nKate pulls out one of Locke's knives, but -\n\nKATE\n- I can't reach it -\n\nJACK\n- hold him -\n\nKate grabs Charlie, awkwardly exchanging the knife with Jack,\nbut in the muddy ground, even as tall as he is, Jack can't\nget to the noose with the knife -\n\n- so he grabs a hold of Charlie again - turning to Kate -\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou have to cut the rope from the\ntree - go!\n\nIN QUICK CUTS:\n\n32\n32 EXT. JUNGLE - TREE - DAY\n\n- Kate climbs the slippery trunk - her foot slips - she\nslides down, until she grabs onto a branch - barely hanging\non while -\n\nJACK\n\n32 (CON T'D) 32\n\n- struggles to keep Charlie up above the rope choking him,\nbut the mud and rain make it tremendously difficult -\n\nJACK\nJust hold on, Charlie - hold on!\n\n- as Jack wages his battle to keep Charlie breathing -\n\nKATE\n\n- launches herself onto a branch - she can see the rope, a\nwhite line dead ahead - as she moves, drawing the knife -\n\nJACK\n\n- he loses his grasp on Charlie, his feet sliding on the\nmuddy earth - then - as Jack picks him back up -\n\nKATE\n\n- finally reaches the end of the branch - she holds out the\nknife - but the rope is just out of arm's length.\n\nKate tries to marshal her anger and frustration - she holds\non to another branch - arches her body forward and -\n\n- SLASHES through the rope with the knife!\n\nJACK\n\n- falls to the ground, breaking Charlie's fall. Scrambling\nto his knees, Jack lays Charlie out, PULLS OFF THE BLINDFOLD\nas Kate descends from the tree and hurries over.\n\nJack checks for vital signs - but Charlie's body is inert,\nlimp, his eyes are shut - his lips are blue -\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nHe's not breathing.\n\n- and a look of dread plays across Kate's face - an\nuncontrollable emotional response to the blunt truth staring\nher in the eye -\n\n- Charlie is dead.\n\nBut Jack has not come this far to let it go. He tilts\nCharlie's head back to unblock the airway - still not\nbreathing - Jack breathes into Charlie's mouth -\n\n- nothing - without hesitation, Jack rips into Charlie's\nshirt and starts compressions -\n\n32 (CON T'D) (2) 32\n\nJack breathes into Charlie's mouth again - nothing - He\nresumes compressions -\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nCome on... come on...\n\n- Kate just stands there, helpless, in SHOCK --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\n\nCome on... breathe...\n\n- Jack puts his ear to Charlie's MOUTH -- NOTHING -- Tilts\nCharlie's head back -- BREATHES IN TO IT -- Back to\ncompressions -- his eyes absolutely fucking DESPERATE -\n\n- and Kate breaks into sobs beside him -\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nCome on -- Breathe... COME IN!\n\n- Kate struggles to choke back her tears -\n\nKATE\nHe's... He's not --\n\nBut Jack SLAMS his closed fist into Charlie's chest -- AGAIN.\nAGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN.\n\nPuts his ear to Charlie's mouth, checking for breath --\nWaiting -- Waiting for something... ANYTHING --\n\nAND SUDDENLY WE'RE WIDE --\n\nLooking at this tableau from twenty yards away. Charlie\nstill. Jack bending over him. Kate standing behind them.\n\nSILENCE.\n\nAnd we just sit here for an excruciatingly long moment. Long\nenough to know in our hearts...\n\nCharlie is gone.\n\nAND WE COME BACK IN CLOSE as --\n\nKate gently puts her hand on Jack's shoulder --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nJack...\n\nJACK'S EYES -- DEFEAT. SORROW. FAILURE.\n\n32 (CON T'D) (3) 32\n\nAnd just when we think it's over. That Jack has given up...\n\nSLAM! He hits Charlie's chest again. And he screams this at\nthe top of his lungs -- louder than he has ever fucking\nscreamed in his LIFE --\n\nJACK\n\nCOME ON!\n\nAnd as he raises his fist to bring it down again...\n\n32 (CON T'D) (4) 32\n\n- Charlie shoots up with a GASP, taking his first breath in\nminutes.\n\nKate bursts into tears, scooping Charlie up in her arms as he\nsputters his way back to life. Jack leans back, looking up -\nuntil Kate puts her hand on his shoulder -\n\n- Jack turns to look at her and Charlie - battered, and still\ngasping but alive - Kate smiles through her tears -\n\n- and so does Jack, out of breath, heart and mind racing,\nfinally allowing himself a moment of joy after this ordeal...\n\n...and off the three, joined in this moment of victory -\nhowever dark the context of it may be...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\nACT FIVE\n\n33 - 34 OMITTED 33 - 34\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT 35\n35\n\nCLOSE UP on a pair of hands, weaving palm fronds together -\nWIDER to REVEAL Hurley, doing the weaving - although whatever\nit is that he is weaving isn't coming together very well -\n\nWALT\nThat's never going to look like a\nhat.\n\nHURLEY\nWho says it's a hat?\n\n- but this conversation abruptly ends when Walt turns and\nsees --\n\nWALT\nDad!\n\nWalt shoots to his feet and runs to the valley entrance as -\n\nMICHAEL\n\n-- enters with his search party. Walt races up to his dad -\nand then stops --\n\n-- because the look on Michael's face is grim: a father who\nknows he is about to disappoint his son.\n\nMICHAEL\nWe didn't find them, Walt.\n\nWALT\nI'm just...\n(hard for him to say this)\nGlad you're okay.\n\nMichael reaches forward and takes Walt by the shoulder,\ndrawing him into an embrace. Then, after a moment --\n\nMICHAEL\nWe the only ones back?\n\nWalt shakes his head -- points across the valley at --\n\nCHARLIE\n\n35 (CON T'D) 35\n\n-- who sits on a ledge, wrapped in a blanket. Jack and Kate\nlooking over him. Even from here, we can see that Charlie's\neyes are hollow, distant.\n\nBACK TO OUR GROUP\n\nWalt looks up at his father, concerned --\n\nWALT\nHe hasn't said anything since he\ncame back.\n\n35 (CON T'D) (2) 35\n\nMICHAEL\nDid they find Claire?\n\nAs Walt shoots his father a scared look -- the answer etched\non his face --\n\nKATE\n\n-- moves off from Jack and Charlie towards the SPRING to get\nmore water. Hears a VOICE --\n\nSHANNON (O.S.)\nThey aren't back yet.\n\nKate stops. Turns to see SHANNON. Something on Shannon's\nface that we are not akin to -- WORRY.\n\nKATE\nI'm sure they just made camp for\nthe night.\n(forces a smile)\nIf there's anyone on this island\nthat your brother's gonna be safe\nwith, it's Locke.\n\nAnd OFF SHANNON, about as sure of that as we are --\n\n36\n36 EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT\n\nWe find LOCKE & BOONE moving through the jungle, Locke\nGUIDING the way with a POWERFUL FLASHLIGHT as they SPLASH\nthrough a small STREAM.\n\nBoone follows a few steps behind. It's clear his earlier\nbravado has been replaced by FEAR.\n\nBOONE\nAre we lost?\n\nLOCKE\nNo, Boone. We're not lost.\n\nBOONE\nIt's just... I don't see how you\ncan still be following the trail.\n\nBut Locke just POWERS on. Guided by... well, something.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nI think we should go back, man.\n\nAnd Locke stops. Turns to Boone --\n\n36 (CON T'D) 36\n\nAnd we're getting that old, familiar feeling. That one we\nhaven't felt in awhile --\n\nThat Locke KNOWS something the rest of us don't.\n\nLOCKE\nDon't you feel it?\n\nBOONE\n(confused)\nFeel what?\n\nLOCKE\nIt.\n\nON BOONE. Maybe a little CREEPED OUT by this. And Boone is\nbacking off now, not liking this one bit --\n\nBOONE\nOkay, John -- I'm just gonna follow\nthe strips back, okay?\n\nLocke just stands there.\n\nLOCKE\nSuit yourself.\n\nBut Boone is already turning around, moving off --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nBoone!\n(Boone turns --)\nYou need this more than I do.\n\nLocke TOSSES him his FLASHLIGHT...\n\nBut Boone bobbles it! It slips through his hands and --\n\nSPLASH! Ends up in the STREAM --\n\nBOONE\nDammit!\n\nAnd as Boone crouches down to pick it up, he suddenly STOPS.\nBecause the flashlight is illuminating something SHINY in the\nstream -- about the size of a book --\n\nA piece of metal.\n\nBoone furrows his brow, trying to make SENSE OF THIS --\n\n36 (CON T'D) (2) 36\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nHey... John?\n\nBut Locke is already here -- crouching down next to Boone.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nWhat is it?\n\nLocke looks at Boone -- UNSHEATHES his biggest KNIFE...\n\nAnd uses it to POKE the metal under the water. TAPS it\nagainst the surface.\n\nLOCKE\nSteel.\n\nBOONE\nMaybe it's wreckage -- part of our\nplane...\n\nLocke uses his knife to SCRAPE away DIRT around the periphery\nof the metal, REVEALING MORE METAL. We can see from Locke's\ncurious-but-determined expression: THIS IS NO PIECE OF THE\nPLANE.\n\nNow even Boone is doubting that it came from their jet. Even\nin the darkness, it is clear that this thing is shiny,\n\npolished, and part of something much larger.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nWhat is that?\n\nAnd we're ON LOCKE -- clearly fascinated by this thing. And\nit is most definitely worthy of that fascination -- And\nafter a moment -- Locke looks over at Boone --\n\nLOCKE\nThat's what we're going to find\nout.\n\nAnd OFF BOONE. OFF LOCKE. AND OFF THAT SUBMERGED METAL...\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - A LEDGE - NIGHT 37\n37\n\nJack sits with Charlie. GENTLY pressing on the already\nPURPLING BRUISE around his neck.\n\nJACK\nThat hurt?\n\nNothing from Charlie.\n\n37 (CON T'D) 37\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou breathing okay?\n\nStill nothing. So Jack moves in close. COMPASSIONATE. Eye\nto eye with Charlie.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nCharlie -- You've gotta talk to me.\nWe're gonna go back out to look for\nClaire the moment the sun's back\nup, so we need your help, man --\n(still nothing)\n-- anything you can tell us about\nwhat you remember... where you were\ngoing -- did you see or hear --?\n\nCharlie still stares dead ahead, doesn't make eye contact\nwith Jack. Voice HOLLOW.\n\nCHARLIE\nI didn't see anything. Hear\n\nanything. I don't remember...\n(a long beat; then)\nAnything.\n\nCharlie still stares dead ahead, doesn't make eye contact\nwith Jack. Voice HOLLOW.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nClaire.\n\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nCHARLIE\nThat's all they wanted.\n\nJACK\nThey? I don't --\n\nAnd finally, Charlie's eyes FOCUS on Jack. PAIN. SORROW.\nLOSS. And as we PUSH IN --\n\nCHARLIE\nAll they wanted was Claire.\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF EPISODE\n\nLOST \"All the Best...\" (ALTERNATE VERSION) 10/15/04 53.\n37 (CON T'D) 37\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nYou breathing okay?\n\nStill nothing. So Jack moves in close. COMPASSIONATE. Eye\nto eye with Charlie.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nCharlie -- You've gotta talk to me.\nWe're gonna go back out to look for\nClaire the moment the sun's back\nup, so we need your help, man --\n(still nothing)\n-- anything you can tell us about\nwhat you remember... where you were\ngoing -- did you see or hear --?\n\nCharlie still stares dead ahead, doesn't make eye contact\nwith Jack. Voice HOLLOW.\n\nCHARLIE\nI didn't see anything. Hear\nanything. I don't remember...\n(a long beat; then)\nAnything.\n\nCharlie still stares dead ahead, doesn't make eye contact\nwith Jack. Voice HOLLOW.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nClaire.\n\nJACK\nWhat?\n\nCHARLIE\nThat's all he wanted.\n\nJACK\nI don't --\n\nAnd finally, Charlie's eyes FOCUS on Jack. PAIN. SORROW.\nLOSS. And as we PUSH IN --\n\nCHARLIE\n\nAll he wanted was Claire.\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nTHE END"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"Hearts and Minds\"\n\nWritten by\n\nCarlton Cuse & Javier Grillo-Marxuach\n\nACT ONE\n\nFADE IN:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO NEW BEACH - DAY 5\n5\n\nJACK walks the path from the NEW BEACH toward the caves. As\nhe walks, Hurley catches up with him.\n\nHURLEY\nSo... Jack.\n\nJACK\nSo... Hurley.\n\nHURLEY\nSomething... kinda important I been\nmeaning to ask ya about...\n(clearly embarrassed)\nAnything I tell you... it's\nDoctor/Patient stuff --\nconfidential right?\n\nJack just looks at Hurley. Of course.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nOkay -- Thing is? I haven't really\nbeen feeling too great...\n\nJACK\nWhat's the matter?\n\nHURLEY\nIt's sort of like... my stomach?\nI've got some major... digestive\nproblems...\n\nJack nods, falling into DIAGNOSTIC MODE. Throughout the\nfollowing, Hurley keeps PICKING LEAVES. Feeling their\ntextures, keeping some, discarding others.\n\nJACK\nWhat have you been eating?\n\nHURLEY\nJust some bananas... mangos...\npapayas... guavas... passion\nfruit... coconut...\n(thinks)\n...and some of those weird star\nfruit from up on the hill. Someone\nsaid they were good for digestion.\nBut lemme tell ya... they lied.\n\n5 (CON T'D): 5\n\nJACK\nIt might help if you had some more\nprotein in your diet.\n\nHURLEY\nDude... What can I do? There's no\nboar. No boar, no protein.\n\nJACK\nYou can eat fish. Jin's catching a\nlot of `em.\n\nHURLEY\nThat guy has it in for me.\nNo way.\n\nJack gives Hurley a look. Laughs good-naturedly.\n\nJACK\nC'mon, Hurley --\n\nHURLEY\nI'm not kidding. He offered me\nsomething to eat right after we --\nyou know -- got here. The thing\nwith the spikes.\n\nJACK\nSea urchin.\n\nHURLEY\nYeah, sea urchin. I turn him down\nand it's like I soiled his family\nhonor or something. He hasn't\nlooked me in the eye since. Guy\nholds some kinda serious grudge.\n\nHurley STOPS. Suddenly panicky. Fiddles with the pile of\nleaves in his hand -- which Jack notices for the first time --\n\nJACK\nYou're not eating those, are\nyou...?\n\nHURLEY\nDude. These are not for eating.\n\nThe change of expression completely overtakes Hurley's face.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nExcuse me.\n\n5 (CON T'D): (2) 5\n\nAnd with that, Hurley runs off into the bushes. As Hurley\nscurries off to do his business, now Jack gets what the\nleaves are for. Jack continues on down the path.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO NEW BEACH - FURTHER AHEAD - DAY 6\n6\n\nKATE is bending down gathering something from the jungle,\nputting it into a towel bag.\n\nJack SEES HER as he walks along the jungle path. He stops to\nwatch her.\n\nShe moves along, collecting more stuff. He follows, keeps\nwatching her. Moving in tandem -- until --\n\nKATE\n(without ever looking up)\nI see you there, y'know.\n\nJack plays it off. They are tentative at first. Seeing\nwhere they stand with each other.\n\nJACK\nI wasn't hiding.\n\nHe moves closer to her, still curious. What's she up to?\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nI just didn't want to disturb you\nfrom doing... whatever it is you're\ndoing...\n\nKATE\nIt's not like it's a secret.\n\nJACK\nHard to tell with you.\n\nKate shoots Jack a sour look -- Jack decides maybe today's\nnot the day for this and gives in. He moves over to her.\nThis woman is magnetic to him -- despite their issues. He\nsees what she's holding.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nOh, gross little greyish yellow\nthings.\n\nKATE\nPassion fruit seeds.\n\nJACK\nWhat are those for?\n\n6 (CON T'D): 6\n\nKATE\nI'll show you... if you wanna see.\n\nKate smiles, and heads deeper into the jungle.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\n(simply, no innuendo)\nFollow me...\n\nIntrigued now, Jack walks after her...\n\n7\n7 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nJack follows Kate through the jungle --\n\nJACK\nPlease tell me you found a coffee\nbar.\n\nKATE\nNot quite.\n\nInto an OPEN CLEARING where they find --\n\nA GARDEN. Nothing's growing yet, but seeds are being\nplanted, by SUN, in neatly arranged rows. Sun looks up, sees\nJack and smiles modestly.\n\nAnd although it's just a start, we are struck - along with\nJack - that this garden, this GROWING OF FOOD, is a symbol of\nthe castaways taking another step in CULTURE BUILDING.\n\nJACK\nWow...\n(to Kate)\nWhen did you do this?\n\nKATE\nI didn't. It's all Sun. I\nwandered into this place yesterday\nwhen I was out picking fruit.\n\nJACK\n(over to Sun)\nThis is beautiful. It's great.\n\nKATE\nShe's got herbs and some lowgrowing\nstuff over here. And she's...\nstarting a grove over there...\n\n7 (CON T'D): 7\n\nSun gives Jack a little smile and nod of appreciation,\npretending she doesn't get the words but gets the intent. Of\ncourse, LOST's loyal followers know otherwise.\n\nHe wanders around looking at the rows.\n\n7 (CON T'D): (2) 7\n\nJACK\nThis is smart. With the boar\nrunning out, we're gonna need all\nthe food we can get.\n\nKATE\nMaybe it's not running out.\n\nJACK\nWhat do you mean?\n\nKATE\nMaybe Locke's just decided not to\ncatch `em for us anymore.\n\nJack throws her a look -- is she kidding?\n\nJACK\nWhy would he do that?\n\nKATE\n(shrugs)\nLotta mouths to feed. If the\nboar's thinning out, why should he\nfeed everyone else at his own\nexpense.\n\nShe must be kidding.\nJack shakes his head, smiles.\n\nJACK\nYou've got yourself some trust\nissues there, don't you, Kate?\n\nShe smiles back --\n\nKATE\nYup. And in a few weeks, I'll have\ntrust issues and lettuce.\n\nAnd with that, Kate kneels down and gets to plantin'. And as\nwe LINGER on Jack -- thinking about what she said -- his\nsmile compromised by seeds of DOUBT...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - HATCH CLEARING - DAY 8\n8\n\nLocke and Boone have cleared the area around the hatch. The\nrectangular hatch is SURROUNDED and ENCASED IN --\n\nBOONE\nI think it's cement.\n\n8 (CON T'D): 8\n\nBoone is fixated and fascinated, walks around staring at the\nhatch from various angles.\n\nLocke sits nearby, completely FOCUSED on the hatch as he goes\nabout mixing a FUNKY DARK PASTE in a WOOD BOWL, mashing in\nsome jungle herbs. Boone takes notice --\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nWhat is that?\n\nLOCKE\nHmmm?\n\nBOONE\nIn the bowl? What is that stuff?\n\nLOCKE\nIt's for later.\n\nThat's all he's getting. So Boone settles down next to\nLocke. Locke continues to stare at the hatch. Finally,\nafter a few beats --\n\nBOONE\nSo... not to be difficult or\nanything but... we've been coming\nout here for two days and... just\nstaring at this thing. I don't get\nwhat we're supposed to be doing.\n\nLOCKE\nLudovico Buonaratti.\n\nBOONE\n(uh...)\nWhat?\n\nLOCKE\nMichelangelo's father. He was a\nwealthy man who had no\nunderstanding of the divinity in\nhis son. So he beat him. No child\nof his was going to use his hands\nfor a living.\n(beat)\nSo Michelangelo learned not to use\nhis hands.\n\nOn Boone, wondering where this is going. PUSHING IN on Locke\nas he continues --\n\n8 (CON T'D): (2) 8\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nYears later, a visiting prince came\ninto Michelangelo's studio to find\nthe Master staring at a single\neighteen foot block of marble. The\nrumors he had heard were true --\nthat Michelangelo had come in every\nday for the past four months,\nstared at the marble, then gone\nhome for supper. So the prince\n\nasked him the obvious -- \"What are\nyou doing?\" And Michelangelo\nturned around. Looked at him. And\nwhispered --\n(flawless Italian)\nSto Lavorando.\n(smiles; then)\n\"I'm working.\"\n\nLocke finally takes his attention off the hatch, turns to\nBoone, smiles --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nThree years later that marble block\nwas the statue of David.\n\nA long beat. Then:\nBoone's like HUH, what the fuck?!\n\nBOONE\n...you're not... we're not gonna\nstare at this thing for four\nmonths, are we?\n(then)\nHow are we gonna open it?\n\nLocke looks at Boone like he's finally getting the point.\n\nLOCKE\nThat's what we need to figure out.\nThat's why we're sitting here.\n\nLocke walks over and SQUATS DOWN next to the HATCH.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nBecause... how do you open a hatch\nthat has no handle. No latch. No\ndiscernible way of opening it?\n\nBoone takes in THAT conundrum.\n\nBOONE\nMaybe we should just knock.\n\n8 (CON T'D): (3) 8\n\nIt takes a long beat... but Locke finally turns to Boone and\nsmiles at him. And off BOONE, we CUT TO:\n\nINT. SHANNON'S BUNGALOW - SYDNEY - DAY - FLASHBACK 9\n9\n\nBoone KNOCKS on the door of a modest and funky rental. There\nis even a rental sign in the window.\n\nThe door swings open to reveal a guy named BRYAN, Australian,\naround 40, handsome, but with a dangerous edge. He gives\nBoone the once over.\n\nBRYAN\nYeah?\n\nBOONE\nI'm looking for Shannon...\n\nBRYAN\nAnd you are?\n\nBOONE\nHer brother.\n\nBryan doesn't get any friendlier. But he does swing the door\nopen. Boone steps inside. And then Shannon appears from the\nother room getting ready to go out.\n\nSHANNON\nBoone...?\n\nShannon seems totally surprised to see him. It's weird. No\nhugs. No greetings. Just a startled stare.\n\nBOONE\nShannon? What's going on...?\n\nSHANNON\nWhat do you mean?\n\nIt's like she forgot that she ever called him.\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nWhat are you doing here?\n\nBoone isn't sure what to make of his sister's cautious, not\ntoo friendly behavior.\n\nBOONE\nFifteen hours. I was on a plane\nfor fifteen hours. \"Good to see\n(MORE)\n\n9 (CON T'D): 9\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nyou\", \"happy you're here\". How\nabout something like that?\n\nSHANNON BOONE\nI'm just surprised --\nYou're surprised? How are\nyou -- You told me to --\n\nShannon looks from Boone, to Bryan -- who stays fucking\ninscrutable -- then back to Boone.\n\nSHANNON\nListen, this isn't the best time.\nBryan and I, we're on our way out\nto meet some friends, and we're\nalready like forty-five minutes\nlate...\n\nIt's clear from Shannon's eyes that something is wrong, and\nher eyes plead this is neither the time nor the place to\naddress it, not with Bryan standing here in front of them.\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nWhy don't you call me tomorrow?\n\nShe brushes her hair away to REVEAL a slight BRUISE on her\nforehead. Her hair falls back over it.\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nPlease.\n\nOFF BOONE -- realizing that something is rotten here, but he\nis not going to be able to save his sister just yet.\n\nBOONE\n...'kay.\n(beat... then:)\nEnjoy your dinner.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY 10\n10\n\nJIN carries his fishing gear across the ocean side lava\nrocks, turns back -- what the hell? SEES Hurley scrambling\nafter him.\n\nHURLEY\nJin! Yo, Jin! Alto!\n\nJin doesn't want anything to do with Hurley, but Hurley\nbuttons him --\n\n10 (CON T'D): 10\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nLook. I know you don't like me.\n`Cause of that sea urchin thing.\n\nHurley takes a moment to catch his breath, Jin waiting\nimpatiently.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nAnd that's okay, dude. Because I'm\nnot asking for favors or anything.\nI just need to know -- where do you\nget the fish?\n(pantomimes swimming fish)\nJust point me in the right\ndirection. I'll take care of my\nown business, with my own tools.\n\nHurley holds up the spear he used in episode 102. Mimes\nspearing fish.\n\nJin BURSTS INTO LAUGHTER --\n\nJIN\n(in Korean, no subtitles)\nI have no time for amateurs. Just\nstay out of my way.\nBeat.\n\nHURLEY\nYou just said something mean,\ndidn't you?\n\nJin LAUGHS again, walks off. Hurley watches him go -- fine --\nhe'll do it himself.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - HATCH CLEARING - DAY 11\n11\n\nLocke and Boone pack up their shit, start humping it down\ntheir secret trail back to the camp.\n\nBOONE\nWe've got to tell them.\n\nLOCKE\nTell them what?\n\nBOONE\n(isn't it obvious)\n\nWhat we found -- y'know -- it.\n\nBoone's trying to keep up; Locke's walking fast.\n\n11 (CON T'D): 11\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nThey aren't going to keep believing\nwe're out here hunting if we never\ncome back with anything.\n\nLOCKE\nThey're not ready.\n\nBOONE\nBut -- I mean -- why not?\n\nLOCKE\nBecause they won't understand it.\n\nBOONE\n...I'm not sure I understand it.\n\nLOCKE\nThat's the problem.\n\nBoone finally gets to the heart of the matter for him.\n\nBOONE\nLook, at least I need to say\nsomething to Shannon.\n\nLOCKE\nWhy?\n\nBOONE LOCKE\nWhat do you mean \"why?\"\nShe's my -- -- Why do you care about her\nso much?\n\nBoone stops. Kind of... OFFENDED by this.\n\nBOONE\nYou don't... She's not always...\n(a bitch)\nYou don't know her, man.\n\nA beat. Then Locke shrugs, nonchalant --\n\nLOCKE\nFair enough.\n\nBOONE\nShe's been asking me what we're\ndoing out here. I can't keep lying\nto her.\n\n11 (CON T'D): (2) 11\n\nLOCKE\nYou can't keep lying to her? Or\nyou can't stand the way she makes\nyou feel because you're lying to\nher?\n\nBOONE\n(beat, the fuck?)\nBoth. Whatever. Look, she can\nkeep a secret.\n\nLOCKE\nYou're sure?\n\nBOONE\nYeah, for sure--\n\nLOCKE\nNo, I mean are you sure you want to\ndo this?\n\nBOONE\nI need to get her off my back. She\nkeeps bugging me about this --\nabout you -- about this whole\nthing.\n\nBoone looks over at him, awaiting his verdict.\n\nLOCKE\n(finally)\nYou sure you've thought through the\nramifications...?\n\nBOONE\n(beat, confused)\nYeah.\n\nLOCKE\nThen so be it.\n\nAnd with that, Locke flips one of his knives into his hand\nand uses the BUTT END to viciously SLAM BOONE in the HEAD.\n\nBoone drops, folding to the ground. Locke stands over him\nwith a look on his face that says he has a plan for this\nyoung man.\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\nACT TWO\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 12\n12\n\nBoone's eyes SNAP open --\n\n-- he tries to shake the miasma of confusion and pain from\nhis head -- but he is still stunned from Locke's blow -- and\nas he tries to figure out what just happened --\n\n-- PULL OUT TO REVEAL Boone: tied to a tree -- in a strange\nconfiguration of ropes strung around its trunk and branches.\n\nBOONE\nWhat th--?\n\nBoone scans the clearing -- finds what he is looking for:\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nLocke! LOCKE!\n\nANGLE ON LOCKE -- sitting on a stump. Not answering -- not\neven turning. Holding the paste he was mixing earlier.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nWhat is this? What are you--\n\nBut Locke just stares. It is beyond creepy.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\n-- hey! D'you hear me? Look at\nme! Hey, you untie my right now!\n\nLocke slowly turns to look at Boone, then:\n\nLOCKE\nOr what?\n\nLocke holds Boone's eyeline, unbending. Boone has no answer,\nso he breaks the stare -- his desperation growing:\n\nBOONE\nLook, I promise -- I swear --\n\nBut Locke says nothing. Boone's desperation grows.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nI won't tell anyone about that --\nhatch thing -- okay?\n\nLocke's tone is warm and tender -- a teacher, not a\ntormentor:\n\n12 (CON T'D): 12\n\nLOCKE\nI'm doing this, Boone, because it's\ntime for you to let go of some\nthings. Because it's what's best\nfor you. And I promise --\n(beat)\nYou're gonna thank me for this\nlater.\n\nAnd the look on Boone's face says what we're all thinking:\nHoly shit! This guy is fucking nuts!\n\nBOONE\nHey, you know what...? I don't\nthink this is best for me.\n\nLocke steps up to Boone, starts spreading the paste over the\nraw spot on Boone's head where Locke conked him.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nWhat is that stuff? -- What are you\ndoing?!\n\nLOCKE\nAn open wound out here? Without\ntreatment, it's gonna get infected.\n\nAs if a fucking infection is Boone's problem right now.\n\nBOONE\nWhat the hell are you talking\nabout, man? You're not leaving me\nout here?!\n\nLOCKE\nWhether you stay is up to you.\n\nLocke steps back.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nThe camp is four miles due west.\n\nBOONE\nWhat -- West? Which way is west?!?\n\nLocke just shakes his head -- EXACTLY. And after a beat, he\nturns. And walks away.\n\nBoone strains against his ropes --\n\n22.\n12 (CON T'D): (2) 12\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nHey! HEY!!\n(no response; Locke just\nkeeps walking)\nLocke!\n\nLocke turns back -- holding a knife -- Holy Shit! -- and\nsuddenly -- ZZZZZIP -- THWOCK! He THROWS THE KNIFE -- right\ntoward Boone -- who clenches his eyes shut as the knife\nburies itself into the tree inches from his bound feet!\n\nLOCKE\nYou'll be able to cut yourself\nfree. Once you have the proper\nmotivation.\n\nAnd with that Locke vanishes into the jungle.\n\nBoone tries to free himself from Locke's rope contraption.\nIf Boone lowers his right arm toward the KNIFE -- the ropes\npull his left arm up BEHIND his back -- the way a cop or\nbouncer would grab you to control you.\n\nAnd that's Boone's exact situation. Because as he reaches\ndown for the knife with his right hand, his left arm is\nPULLED UP BEHIND HIS BACK by THE ROPES causing him\nexcruciating fucking PAIN.\n\nBOONE\nAgghhh!!\n\nTIME CUT TO:\n\nA13\nA1 3 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nCLOSE ON ONE OF THE MAPS TAKEN FROM ROUSSEAU. If it even is\na map. We get the sense of geographical landmarks and the\nshape of what might be the island, but it's all GREEK to us.\n\nAnd now EVEN CLOSER on a CORK as what appears to be a SEWING\nNEEDLE is PUSHED through it. FOLLOWING the cork as it's\nplaced in a TUPPERWARE CONTAINER filled with water as we --\n\nWIDEN to find --\n\nSAYID on one knee beside the MAP and the container. Intense.\nHe's WORKING. Pulls a gnawed PENCIL from behind his ear as --\n\nTHE CORK with the needle begins to MOVE. Finally SETTLES.\n\n22A.\nA13 (CON T'D): A13\n\nSayid makes a NOTATION on the map. Furrows his brow. Looks\nBACK the way he came. Checks the map again. Whatever it is\nhe's doing, it's not making sense to him. And that's when --\n\nHE HEARS A SOUND. RUSTLING.\n\nSayid WHIPS AROUND -- Already getting up -- old training\nKICKING in because he's already got his KNIFE in his hand --\n\nAnd Locke is standing there.\n\nLOCKE\nHi.\n\nSAYID\nLocke. I... didn't hear you.\n\nLOCKE\nSorry -- sneakier than I give\nmyself credit for.\n\nSayid's body instantly RELAXES. He sheathes the knife --\n\nSAYID\nWhat are you doing out here?\n\nLOCKE\nHunting.\n\nSayid notices Locke is completely UNARMED. Before he can\ncomment --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nLeft my knife with Boone.\n(smiles)\nHe thought I should take the\nafternoon off.\n\nSAYID\nBoone. Is hunting.\n\nLOCKE\n(shrugs)\nBoy's eager to learn.\n\nSAYID\nYou think he'll catch anything?\n\nLOCKE\nNope.\n\n22B.\nA13 (CON T'D): (2) A13\n\nSayid SMILES -- charmed by Locke's honesty. Locke notices\nthe MAP, bends down over it --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nAnd what are you doing out here,\nSayid?\n\nSAYID LOCKE\nOrienteering. I'm trying to\nmake something of Rousseau's\nmaps, but -- -- There's nothing to make?\n\nSAYID\nExactly.\n\nLocke zeroes in on the NEEDLED CORK floating in the\ncontainer. His eyes LIGHT UP as he taps it with a finger --\n\nLOCKE\nYou made a compass. I haven't seen\none of these since I was a Webelo.\n\nNOTE: PRONUNCIATION -- \"Wee--beh--low.\"\n\nSAYID\nWhat's a \"Webelo?\"\n\nLOCKE\nHalf way between a Cub Scout and a\nBoy Scout.\n\nSAYID\nAnd what does a Webelo do?\n\nLOCKE\nGets badges mostly. Tying knots.\nIdentifying birds.\n(turns to Sayid; smiles)\nI wasn't the most popular kid.\n\nSayid smiles back as Locke gets up --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nWell. I'll leave you to it.\n(then; as if it just\noccurred to him)\nOh -- Here...\n\nReaches into his pocket and produces a full-on CAMPING\nCOMPASS. All the bells and whistles --\n\nLOST \"Hearts and Minds\" (GOLDENROD) 12/9/04 22C.\nA13 (CON T'D): (3) A13\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nMaybe this'll help your cause.\n\nSayid takes it, surprised --\n\nSAYID\nDon't you need this?\n\nAnd as Locke heads back off into the jungle --\n\nLOCKE\nNot anymore.\n\nOFF Sayid, wondering what the hell that's supposed to mean...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - LATER 13\n13\n\nTHE SUN is high and beating down in shafts of light through\nthe thick jungle.\n\nBoone has been tied to his tree for a while now. He is\ntired, sweating, and totally freaked out about his horrible\npredicament.\n\nHe gathers his strength for another attempt. He reaches\ndown, and the ropes wrench his other arm up behind him, and,\nby the way, he's still WAY SHORT of grabbing the damn knife.\nUnable to take the pain, Boone stops -- Breathes hard --\nSHOUTS OUT in wild FRUSTRATION...\n\nBOONE\nHEEEEEELP!!!\n\nINT. AUSTRALIAN POLICE STATION - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 14\n14\n\nMALCOLM\nSorry, Mr. Carlyle... but I'm\nafraid I can't help you.\n\nA Bullpen. Typical Saturday night crowd -- drunk-and-\ndisorderlies. Boone is GETTING ANGRY at an Australian POLICE\nDETECTIVE named MALCOLM, 30s, who regards Boone with curious\ndetachment.\n\nBOONE\nWhat do you mean, you can't help\nme?!\n\nMALCOLM BOONE\nUnfortunately, sir, we need a\nlittle more to go on. --I don't understand! I'm\nreporting a crime here.\n\nMalcolm hovers, like all the best bureaucrats, right on the\nedge of being patronizing.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\n(deep breath, centering)\nLook, this is a cycle with her. My\nsister is attracted to the wrong\nkind of guy.\n\nRight then -- the doors to the bullpen CRASH OPEN and in come\nfour UNIFORMED COPS wrestling with a drunken and fighting,\nbelligerent AMERICAN.\n\nAnd since this is a cop station we might not think much of it\n-- until we notice that the DRUNK IS SAWYER!\n\nSAWYER\nIt was his bottle -- I just gave it\nback to `im!\n\nYes, Sawyer. Sauced and STRUGGLING and YELLING.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nYo, Croc Hunter -- how come nobody\nwants to hear my side of the\nstory?!\n\nOf course Boone doesn't know Sawyer yet so it means nothing\nto him. But we wonder, holy shit! What does this weird\ncoincidence mean? Why is Sawyer here? Why is he under\narrest by the Sydney P.D.? But those, my friends, are\nquestions to be answered in another episode.\n\n14 (CON T'D): 14\n\nSawyer is rushed right on through and out another set of\ndoors -- into the HOLDING CELL AREA.\n\nMALCOLM\nNow if that was her mate, see then\nI could help you.\n(off Boone's exasperation)\nAll right, let me finish taking\ndown your information.\n(writing)\nYou were saying she's your\nsister... Then why is her name\nRutherford and yours Carlyle, is\nshe married?\n\nBoone is getting progressively more and more annoyed.\n\nBOONE\nShe was...\n(holy shit!)\n...but she's not married anymore --\nand that has nothing to do with\nthis.\n\nAnd that's true because Shannon's former marriage is a STORY\nfor a different episode of LOST.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nRutherford was her dad's name.\nOur parents got married when I was\nten and she was eight.\n\nMALCOLM\nSo she's your step sister.\n\nBOONE\nThat's right.\n(trying to drop names)\nMaybe you've heard of my mother,\nSabrina Carlyle?\n(no)\nShe's got the largest wedding\nbusiness in the US -- and I'm\nC.O.O. of the wedding clothing\nsubsidiary.\n\nIn other words, pal, I'm not a schmuck. But Malcolm is not\nimpressed.\n\n14 (CON T'D): (2) 14\n\nMALCOLM\nWould you like to buy my wife's\nwedding dress? Cost two thousand\ndollars new and was only worn once.\n\nBoone looks over at him.\n\nBOONE\nI just want somebody to pay this\nguy a visit, that's all.\n\nMALCOLM\nMr. Carlyle, in the absence of\nphysical evidence or a direct\ncomplaint from --\n\nMalcolm looks at his papers --\n\nBOONE\n--Shannon--\n\nMALCOLM\n--Shannon-- we can't just go\nbarging into people's apartments.\nSadly, we're the police but not the\ndating police.\n\nAnd Off Boone's frustration...\n\nEXT. MARINA - LATER - FLASHBACK 15\n15\n\nBryan has been working on a boat. He comes off the deck onto\nthe docks to see --\n\nBoone, who approaches him, affecting a toughness he doesn't\ntruly possess.\n\nBOONE\nBryan. We need to talk.\n\nBryan looks up at Boone like he's never seen him before.\n\nBRYAN\nAnd you are?...\n\nBOONE\nShannon's brother. Boone.\n\nBRYAN\nOh, right...\n\n15 (CON T'D): 15\n\nBryan turns and gives him a small opening where he's willing\nto listen.\n\nBOONE\nI won't waste your time. Or mine.\nI want you to break up with my\nsister.\n\nBRYAN\n(you've gotta be fucking\nkidding me)\nWhat?...\n\nBOONE\nI want you to end it. Now. Today.\n\nBryan can't believe this -- he scoffs -- feeling NO THREAT\nhere.\n\nBRYAN\nBugger off, mate.\n\nBut Boone wasn't expecting this to be easy. Which is why he\ntakes out his CHECKBOOK --\n\nBOONE\nWhat you don't understand, Bryan,\nis that you'll be the third guy\nI've paid to leave.\n(beat)\nYou go to her house when she's not\nthere, you get all your stuff, and\nyou never have contact with her\nagain. Understood?\n\nBRYAN\nYou flew all the way over here...\nto bribe me? I mean really-- What\nare you doing?! Shannon's a grown\nwoman --\n\nBOONE\n(unfazed)\nAnd I'm going to give you twenty\nfive thousand U.S. dollars.\n\nThis number gives Bryan pause. Then --\n\nBRYAN\nI love her.\n\n15 (CON T'D): (2) 15\n\nBOONE\nHow much?\n\nBryan takes a long beat -- and maybe he does kinda love\nShannon but obviously his love's not running THAT deep.\n\nBRYAN\nMy love for her...?\n(beat)\nWorth closer to fifty thousand.\n\nBoone looks at him. Accepting the fact that this is how much\nthe \"exchange\" will cost him...\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 16\n16\n\nCLOSE ON Boone. His eyes are closed. He's resting his chin\nagainst his breastbone, letting the pain drain out of him --\nwondering how the fuck he is going to get out of this.\n\nThat's when he hears something...\n\nSHANNON (V.O.)\nSOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEE!\n\nOh my God! Is that Shannon?! His head snaps back up.\nSHOUTS --\n\nBOONE\nWho is that?!\n\nSHANNON (V.O.)\n(far away)\nBoone?!\n\nBOONE\nShannon!\n\nAnd Boone realizes Shannon is out here too! But NOT CLOSE BY\nbecause her voice is dampened by the THICK JUNGLE.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\n(yells to her)\nI'm tied up!!\n\nSHANNON (V.O.)\nWhat?!\n\nBOONE\nCan you get over here and --\n\n16 (CON T'D): 16\n\nSHANNON\n-- What? I'm tied up too!\n\nAnd then we HEAR A HORRIBLE SOUND.\n\nMMMMMMMRRRRRRROOOOOOWWWWWR!\n\nYeah. It's out here\nTHE UNMISTAKABLE ROAR of THE MONSTER.\ntoo.\n\nSHANNON (V.O.) (CONT'D)\nBOONE!!!!\n\nAnd OFF BOONE'S HORRIFIED FACE, WE...\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\nACT THREE\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 17\n17\n\nBoone STRAINS against the ropes.\n\nBOONE\nHang on, Shannon, I'm coming!\n\nCLOSE ON BOONE -- his face beaded with sweat -- lined by the\neffort -- teeth clenched -- his sister calling out for him --\n\nSHANNON (O.S.)\nBOONE! HELP ME!\n\nBoone struggles, trying to find a way out that doesn't\ninvolve Locke's rope trap using the strength of one of his\narms to rip the other off --\n\n-- but there's little time to think -- because from the\ndeepest recesses of the jungle, the sound keeps getting\nlouder --\n\nMMMMRRRRRROOOOOOWWWWWWRRR!\n\nThe monster --\n\nSHANNON (O.S.) (CONT'D)\nIT'S GETTING CLOSER --\n\nGalvanized by his sister's distress, Boone reaches once more\nfor the knife. Finding the motivation Locke was talking\nabout, he stretches down with his right arm causing his left\narm to be HORRIBLY WRENCHED BEHIND HIS BACK.\n\nBoone YELLS OUT IN PAIN but keeps going now...\n\nBOONE\nEeeggghhhwwhhh!\n\nForcing himself down, further and further, straining against\nthe SEARING PAIN -- until finally he GRABS THE KNIFE, pulls\nit out of the tree below him.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nAgghhh!!\n\nHe cuts himself free. Takes off running, following Shannon's\ncries.\n\n18\n18 EXT. JUNGLE - FURTHER IN - DAY\n\nBoone races off across the jungle.\n\n18 (CON T'D): 18\n\nBOONE\nShannon!\n(and again)\nShannon!!\n\nCalling out her name -- and heedless of the MONSTER'S ROAR\ncoming from the jungle NEAR HIM. Shit! He's not even sure\nhow close.\n\nCRASHING OUT through the BRUSH he finds Shannon, also tied to\na tree.\n\nSHANNON BOONE\nBoone -- thank God --\n-- Get me out of here -- I'm working on it -- he --\nplease -- how did --\n\nBoone starts CUTTING Shannon's bonds with the knife -- we're\nHANDHELD CAMERA here -- urgent, terrifying --\n\nMMMMMMRRRRRROOOOOOOOWWWRRRRRR!\n\nSHANNON\nOh my god --\n\nSWISH PAN from the JUNGLE back to our people: the monster's\nclose. And coming closer.\n\nSHANNON BOONE\nHurry, Boone! Please... Almost... done -- There!\nLet's go!\n\nAnd the rope unravels as she's cut free.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - PATH - CONTINUOUS 19\n19\n\nBoone and Shannon are running as fast as their legs will\ncarry them -- pushing -- pushing -- on a MAD DASH through the\njungle. The monster ROARING, tress SHAKING behind them as\nthey make their way to --\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DOWNHILL GRADE -- CONTINUOUS 20\n20\n\n-- the two MOVE VERY FAST. Shannon can actually run. But\nsomething is becoming clearer with each passing second --\n\n-- even running fast, there's no outrunning this thing.\n\nBoone looks around frantically, assessing his options, SEES --\n\nBoone gets an idea.\nA BANYAN TREE -- Massive.\n\n20 (CON T'D): 20\n\nBOONE\nC'mon!\n\nHe PULLS SHANNON with him toward the BASE OF THE TREE.\n\nSHANNON\nWhat are you doing?\n\nNo time to argue. The ROAR has become a THUNDERING DRONE --\nit's everywhere around them, thick and ominous --\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nWe have to run!\n\nBoone grabs her --\n\nBOONE\nShut up! In here.\n\nAnd he pulls her with him into a HOLLOW in the BANYAN TREE.\nThere is just enough room inside the colossal trunk to\nprotect them.\n\nINT. JUNGLE - BANYAN TREE - CONTINUOUS 21\n21\n\nThey huddle together. Boone doing whatever he can to obscure\nhimself and his sister from view.\n\nAnd now the MONSTER is RIGHT THERE.\n\nShannon looks very vulnerable. Boone calms her -- fingers to\nher lips. JUST AS the massive shadow of the beast passes\nover them, cuts the shafts of light coming down into the\njungle.\n\nIs it past them?\n\nThey get their answer. No -- because -- SLAM!! SLAM!!!\nThe tree BUCKS. The Monster ROARS -- and is SLAMMING ITSELF\nAGAINST THE FUCKING TREE!!\n\nINT. SHANNON'S BUNGALOW - DAY - FLASHBACK 22\n22\n\nShannon lets Boone inside. He enters quickly, pissed, having\nhad enough -- she seems genuinely startled --\n\n22 (CON T'D): 22\n\nBOONE\nSHANNON\nI thought you were coming -- d'you have any bags? Are\nlater-- you taking anything--?\n\nSHANNON\n-- you should come back --\n\nBOONE\nShannon. We're getting out of this\ncountry: are you taking anything\nwith you?\n\nBut Shannon seems awkward -- as if something's not going\naccording to plan -- and doesn't quite know how to react.\nAnd Boone stares at her, trying to figure this out.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\n-- what the hell's going on?\n\nSHANNON\nYou were supposed to come later.\n\nBOONE\nI'm not gonna sit in my hotel room\nall day, let's do this, let's go.\n\nJust then, a SOUND -- Boone looks up -- and BRYAN enters --\neither from outside or a distant door or a staircase -- the\nimportant thing is that he was far enough away not to have\nheard any of the preceding.\n\nSuddenly Boone and Shannon are especially awkward. Bryan,\nhowever, seems calm and confident.\n\nBRYAN\nOh... look at this.\n\nBOONE\n(firm, quiet, to Shannon)\nLet's go.\n\nBut she doesn't move.\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\n...it's okay. We can go.\n\nBut there's another odd, motionless silence. Boone moves to\nShannon -- takes her by the arm to usher her out -- but she\nresists -- and he stops, looking at her, puzzled -- then:\n\n22 (CON T'D): (2) 22\n\nBRYAN\nHey, mate, you don't get this yet?\nWhat's what?\n\nBoone stops -- no, he doesn't... Boone looks at Shannon for a\nlong, long beat. She tries to remain firm -- but her look\n\n22 (CON T'D): (3) 22\n\nhas such a trace of guilt that it begins to dawn on Boone\n(though it takes a while) just what the hell's happening\nhere: Shannon and Bryan are in on this together.\n\nBoone stares in silence. It's a horrible betrayal. Shannon\nknew he would do whatever it took to rescue her. Shannon\nplayed him for the money.\n\nBOONE\nThis whole thing...? This was a\nset-up...?\n\nBRYAN\nDon't get all bent, brother. She's\njust getting what she's owed.\n\nBoone turns to Bryan -- a volcano about to explode -- Boone\nis still in shock, really -- but where the fuck does this guy\nget off?\n\nBOONE\n-- what'd you say?!\n\nBRYAN\nShe told me your mum cut her off\nafter her daddy died. Kept all of\nher father's money for herself.\nScrewed over Shannon and used it to\nstart her business. Sweet mum you\ngot there.\n(then)\nI reckon this is just fair\nrecompense. Wouldn't you agree?\n\nBut Boone just looks at Shannon -- suddenly replaying past\nevents in his mind -- a fucking tumble of now-revised\nmemories:\n\nBOONE\n-- this isn't the first time, is\nit? You've done this to me before,\nyou little bitch--\n\nBryan puts his hands on Boone --\n\nBRYAN\nThat's enough.\n\nBoone makes his gamest effort to shove Bryan aside --\n\nBOONE\n-- don't touch me, you lowlife\npiece of--\n\nLOST 12/9/04 34.\n22 (CON T'D): (4) 22\n\nBAM! Bryan's PUNCHED BOONE -- and does it again and then\nagain and it's swift and brutal. Bryan knows a thing or two\nabout fighting and Boone is getting the shit kicked out of\nhim. Boone doesn't even get a swing in.\n\nSHANNON\nStop it! BRYAN! GET OFF HIM!!!\n\nBoone falls to the floor -- but Bryan's on bar-fight\nautopilot now -- Shannon throws herself on Bryan -- SCREAMING\nand PULLING --\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nSTOP!\n\n-- Shannon finally pulls Bryan off him.\n\nAnd all that's left is an ugly silence as the three catch\ntheir breath and look at each other.\n\nThe thoroughly beaten Boone picks himself up -- looks at his\nsister -- wipes his bloody lip --\n\n-- and leaves.\n\nOFF Shannon -- trading looks with Bryan -- then looking at\nthe closing door with remorse for what she has done.\n\nA23\nA2 3 EXT. BEACH - DAY\n\nSAYID\nWhich way do you think North is?\n\nFind Sayid and Jack on the beach. Away from the others --\n\nJACK\nSorry?\n\nSAYID\nNorth. Which way?\n\nJack studies Sayid -- he's serious. Okay, he'll play along --\n\nJACK\nOkay. Sun's gonna set over there,\nso that'd be west. That makes\nNorth...\n\nBased on this logic (and it is sound), Jack POINTS off in the\nappropriate direction.\n\nLOST \"Hearts and Minds\" (SALMON) 12/13/04 34A.\nA23 (CON T'D): A23\n\nSAYID\nCorrect. That is where North\nshould be...\n\nSayid produces the COMPASS. Holds it up next to Jack's\nupraised ARM --\n\nCLOSE ON THE NEEDLE -- Sayid now raises his OWN ARM to match\nits direction -- about TWENTY FIVE DEGREES OFF Jack's guess-\ntimation --\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nYet that is North.\n\nJACK\n(understandably confused)\nI'm not --?\n\nSAYID\n-- A minor magnetic anomaly might\nexplain a variance of two or three\ndegrees. Not this.\n\nOkay, that's fucking weird.\n\nJACK\nWhat're you saying, Sayid?\n\nSAYID\nI am saying...\n(beat)\nThis compass is obviously\ndefective.\n\nJACK\nWhere'd you get it? The compass?\n\nSAYID\nLocke gave it to me this afternoon.\n\nJACK\nLocke? Where'd you see him?\n\nSAYID\nAbout a mile East of here --\nwalking through the jungle.\n(beat; then)\nAt least I think it's East.\n\nSayid cracks a smile -- but that wasn't necessarily a joke.\nAnd OFF JACK, wheels turning --\n\n34B.\n\nINT. JUNGLE - BANYAN TREE - DAY 23\n23\n\nCLOSE ON the dirty faces of Boone and Shannon peering out,\nlistening intently to the now ordinary JUNGLE SOUNDS. Not\nwanting to MOVE A MUSCLE until they are fucking sure that the\nmonster is gone.\n\nSHANNON\n(barely a whisper)\nCan we please get out of here?\n\nBOONE\n(peers out, beat, quietly)\n...I think so...\n\nShannon gives a look out herself as Boone slowly works his\nway out of the tree. She follows him.\n\nSHANNON\nWhat did you do to him?\n\nBOONE\nWhat did I do to who?\n\n23 (CON T'D): 23\n\nSHANNON\nLocke. What did you do to that\npsycho to piss him off?\n\nAnd Boone KNOWS why. But --\n\nBOONE\nI didn't do anything.\n\nSHANNON\nOh -- so he did it because he was\nbored? Why us? Why me? I know\nyou and him are --\n\nBOONE\n(enough)\nLet's just get back to camp.\n\nBoone looks around trying to figure out which way to go.\n\nSHANNON\nUh, scoutmaster? The path's over\nhere.\n\nBOONE\nWhat path?! There is no path.\n\nAnd so he goes after her to see what she's talking about --\n\nCLOSE ON SHANNON'S face -- as she stops dead in her tracks --\nSEEING SOMETHING scary -- but we don't know what it is yet.\n\nSHANNON\nOh my God...\n\nBoone approaches alongside her. His mouth drops open as he\nsees it. CRANE UP BEHIND THEM to finally REVEAL --\n\nA HUGE SWATH OF FLATTENED JUNGLE.\n\nThe path of destruction left behind by the monster.\n\nAnd it's a very scary sight. OFF the two of them.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY 24\n24\n\nJack walks along the beach -- finds Locke -- sitting by the\nshore staring out at the ocean. Jack approaches him.\n\nJACK\nAny ships?\n\n24 (CON T'D): 24\n\nLOCKE\nNot yet. But I'm patient.\n\nJACK\nMind if I join you?\n\nLOCKE\n(gestures to sit)\nPlease...\n\nJack sits beside him. A few beats. Then --\n\nJACK\nBeen awhile since you and I talked,\nJohn.\n\nLOCKE\nWell... you're a busy man.\n\nJACK\n(smiles)\nSo are you.\n\nLocke chuckles. Touche.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nWhere's Boone?\n\nLOCKE\n(doesn't miss a beat)\nHaven't seen him today.\n\nJACK\nYeah? You two have been attached\nto the hip all week.\n\nJack doesn't need to finish the sentence.\n\nLOCKE\nWell let me check my hip, then.\n(he does)\nNope. No Boone.\n\nJack smiles -- but he doesn't really smile. He's no dummy,\nand although he doesn't know what we know, he still feels\nsomething... something just OFF.\n\nJACK\nHow's the hunting going?\n\nLOCKE\nBetween you and me?\n\n24 (CON T'D): (2) 24\n\nJACK\nAlways.\n\nLOCKE\nThe boar are learning out tactics.\nI fear they're migrating outside\nour valley. They're smart animals.\nAnd smart animals adapt quickly\nwhen a new predator is introduced\ninto their environment.\n\nJACK\nYou mean us.\n\nAnd Locke turns to Jack, flashes a grin which to him might be\n\"jokey,\" but to us is FUCKING CREEPSTOWN --\n\nLOCKE\nThe most dangerous predator of all.\n\nAnd OFF JACK --\n\n25\n25 EXT. BEACH - A TIDE POOL OFF THE MAIN BEACH - DAY\n\nJin walks through a pool of water -- snaring yet another fish\nin a makeshift net. Satisfied, he turns around -- and the\nlook on his face makes patently clear what he thinks about --\n\nHURLEY -- a few meters away, trying to emulate Jin by making\na net from his outer shirt -- but having little success --\n\nHURLEY\nDammit!\n\nJin is not about to help Hurley. He walks out of the pool --\nlooking Hurley up and down as he passes him -- and drops his\ncatch on the beach a safe distance away.\n\nJin comes back to the tide pool --\n\nJIN\n(In Korean)\nDon't eat my fish!\n\nIt doesn't take a U.N. translator to figure that one out.\n\nHURLEY\nHey, you know what? You win, okay?\nYou happy now? Keep your damn\nfish. I'm outta h--\n\n25 (CON T'D): 25\n\n-- but as Hurley has turned to go, he's stepped on something\n-- a sea urchin -- the spine penetrating right up through his\nthin rubber shoes.\n\nHurley CRIES OUT in pain -- hopping to the shore and plopping\ndown to the ground in a rather ungraceful manner --\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nOW! Damnit! Awgh! God, that--\nDAMNIT!\n\nJin watches -- now he has no choice but to help --\n\nJIN\nWhat did you do?\nHURLEY\nI stepped on one of those damn\nfriggin' URCHINS!\n\nJin looks down at Hurley's foot as Hurley frantically pulls\nout the stuck needles --\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nNo? You understand infection?\nGangrene? AMPUTATION?\n(off Jin's look)\nOh -- hell -- look man -- you gotta\ndo something -- you don't want to\ngive me fish, that's fine, but --\n(doesn't want to say it)\n-- You gotta pee on my foot -- OK?\n(then)\nI saw it on TV -- it'll stop the\nvenom -- you gotta --\n\nJIN\nJust pull out the spines -- pull\nthem out --\n\nThe two men are now pantomiming vastly different things.\nHurley finally gets Jin's attention by agitatedly pointing\nbetween his foot and Jin's crotch -- and that's when Jin\nfinally understands what Hurley is getting at --\n\nHURLEY JIN\nNo -- you idiot -- that isn't\nWould you JUST do it? I'm\ngoing to do anything! That's\ngonna lose my foot if you\nfor jellyfish stings!\ndon't! PEE ON IT, MAN!\n\n-- Jin finally says his first words of English on the island\nto emphatically get his point across --\n\n11/8/04 39.\n25 (CON T'D): (2) 25\n\nJIN (CONT'D)\nNo. No. No.\n\nOkay, it ain't gonna get him a 750 on the SAT, but it does\nmake the point loud and clear.\n\nHurley wears a miserable expression as Jin begins to help him\npull the spines out of his foot. Hurley MOANS in pain.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - GARDEN - DAY 26\n26\n\nKate and Sun are planting seeds. They can't communicate,\nexcept through the experience --\n\nKATE\nWell this is nice. Just us girls.\n\nSun just looks at her, smiles -- in a sweet but awkward way --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nCan you believe we've been here\nover three weeks?\n(off Sun's look; they keep\nworking)\nI was heading for Bali. I...\ntravel a lot. I was looking\nforward to spending some time\nexploring the island.\n(beat)\nBut I ended up on a plane to LA\ninstead.\n(beat...)\nGuess this falls into the category\nof be careful what you wish for.\n\nSun is planting, gives a small, \"I'll say\" smile under her\nhat. Kate immediately locks her eyes onto Sun. A long beat.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\n...you understood me...\n\nSun's smile vanishes. Kate keeps her eyes right on Sun.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\n-- you did, didn't you?... You just\nunderstood what I said.\n\nUnder this pressure and scrutiny Sun is unable to hide her\nfear. Kate's amazed -- says quietly:\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nYou speak English?\n\n26 (CON T'D): 26\n\nSun looks at Kate and the expression on her face tells us all\n-- and Kate -- that she's busted.\n\nSUN\nPlease. Don't tell anyone.\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY 27\n27\n\nHurley is nursing his swollen foot. Calls out --\n\nHURLEY\nYou sure you don't speak English?\n\nHe watches Jin picking urchins out of the tide pool.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\n`Cause there's a rumor that you do.\n\nAfter a beat of nothing for Jin --\nJin doesn't react.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nYour wife is hot.\n\nJin stares over at him blankly. Now Jin approaches having\nopened an URCHIN for Hurley to eat.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nI get it, this is some kind of\npayback `cause I wouldn't eat\nurchin that other time, right?\n\nAnd Jin smiles, pushing the urchin at Hurley. In KOREAN --\n\nJIN\nHere. Please.\n\nHurley realizes that this is his chance to make an apology --\n\nHURLEY\nI eat this... you give me fish...\nright?\n\nJin's expression changes not at all.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nOkay. Fine.\n\nHurley stares at the fucking orange mucus ball, trying to get\npumped up.\n\n27 (CON T'D): 27\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nOver the lips and past the gums,\nyada, yada -- oh god! --\n\nAnd Hurley takes the urchin, closes his eyes and pops it down\nhis throat.\n\nJin stares at Hurley, a big smile on his face. And Hurley\ndoes his best attempt at a smile back. It's a great moment\nof cross-cultural reconciliation...\n\nUntil Hurley's face blanches. He bends at the waist -- and\nVOMITS UP the sea urchin. Really WRETCHES.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nOhhhhh.\n\nOFF Jin, cringing, this is not a pretty sight.\n\n28\nEXT. JUNGLE - VALLEY - DAY\n28\n\nDark, scary -- light pours through the vines in shafts --\nBoone looks up, trying to spot the sun through the foliage,\nhoping they are going the right way.\n\nSHANNON\nAre you sure we're going in the\nright direction?\n\nBOONE\nYou don't want to follow me, then\ndon't.\n\nSHANNON\nI wouldn't have to follow you if\nyou weren't best friends with the\n\nnutcase who brought us out here.\n\nBoone walks on. Ignoring her. But she's unrelenting --\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nYou and Locke weren't hunting, were\nyou? You were doing something else.\n\nBOONE\nHaven't we been over this?\n\nSHANNON\nYou're a horrible liar, Boone.\n\n28 (CON T'D): 28\n\nBOONE SHANNON\nWe weren't doing --\n-- Why are you keeping a\nsecret for this guy!\n\nBoone turns and fires back on Shannon --\n\nBOONE\nYou know who \"this guy\" is? He's\nthe one person here who has a real\nclue what's going on.\n\nSHANNON BOONE\n...the hell does that mean?\n-- It means he's smart.\n\nSHANNON\nHe tied us up, Boone!\n\nDespite her anger, it's hard to argue with Shannon. Pretty\nmuch anything she wants from him, she gets. Several beats,\npass. Then --\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nWhy?\n\nBOONE\nWe found something.\n\nSHANNON\nWhat?\n\nAnother beat as he contemplates the plunge. Then --\n\nBOONE\nWhile we were out looking for\nClaire... we found this... this\npiece of metal. Buried in the\njungle. We've been excavating it --\n\nSHANNON\nA piece of metal?\n\nBOONE\nA hatch. Buried in the dirt.\n\nSHANNON\n...like... like a door?\n\nBOONE\nYeah. That's what a hatch is,\nShannon--\n\n28 (CON T'D): (2) 28\n\nSHANNON\nWhere does it go?\n\nShannon's a little creeped out.\n\nBOONE\nI don't know.\n(beat)\nI told him I wanted to tell you.\nThat's when he did this--\n\n-- but suddenly: MMMMMRRRRRRRROOOOOOOWWWWWWWR!\n\nThe monster's back. And it's FUCKING CLOSE this time!\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\n-- go!\n\nAnd they run -- but this time there's no outrunning it and no\nplace to hide.\n\nShannon trails Boone slightly -- and we're TRACKING WITH HER\nFAST in TIGHT PROFILE -- and we SHAKILY TILT TO HER LEGS AS\nSHE RUNS AND SUDDENLY THOSE LONG LEGS ARE LIFTED OFF THE\nGROUND AS SHE'S APPARENTLY GRABBED BY THE THING AND SHE\nSCREAMS BLOODY MURDER. We don't see any more of the thing\nthan when it ripped the pilot from the plane's cockpit.\n\nBut it has her -- pulls her away through the thick brush.\n\nBoone turns back in horror -- stumbling back, looking up in\nSHEER HORROR -- YELLING as his sister's SCREAMS ARE HEARD --\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\nSHANNON!!!\n\nSHANNON\nOH GOD! OH GOD! NO!\n\n-- and he's on the floor of the jungle -- eyes wide, red,\nwet, as his sister's voice is SILENCED -- and he's just\nthere, in shock -- as the BEAST LUMBERS OFF -- something we\ndon't see -- but we're TIGHT ON BOONE'S HORRIFIED FACE --\nthen WIDE, departing -- WIDENING -- on Boone, alone, alone...\nalone...\n\nBOONE\nShannon!!\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\nACT FOUR\n\nFADE IN:\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO THE VALLEY -- LATE AFTERNOON 29\n29\n\nKate and Sun are alone on the path, standing, talking\nquietly:\n\nKATE\nDoes anybody else know?\n\nSUN\nOnly Michael.\n\nKATE\nBut not your husband.\n\nSun takes this in.\n\nSUN\nPlease...\n\nAs in -- you mustn't, mustn't tell --\n\nKATE\nDon't worry, I can keep a secret.\n\nSun volunteers more --\nSun gives her a small smile.\n\nSUN\nI took English lessons in Korea.\n(then; guiltily)\nHe doesn't know. It's...\ncomplicated.\n\nKate listens to this, realizing there's a lot more to Sun\nthan has yet been revealed.\n\nKATE\nWhy don't you tell him now?\n\nSUN\n(shaking her head)\nI can't.\n\nKATE\nWhy?\n\nThat's the question and we're back to it again.\n\nSUN\nBecause I love him.\n\n29 (CON T'D): 29\n\nKATE\nI don't understand.\n\nSun looks over at Kate and then puts it in terms Kate can\nunderstand.\n\nSUN\nHave you never lied to a man you've\nloved...?\n\nOFF KATE. Okay, that resonates.\n\nEXT. BEACH - LATE AFTERNOON A30\nA3 0\n\nAnd speaking of men that Kate has lied to, JACK taps a single\nTABLET out of a pill bottle into the hand of CHARLIE --\n\nCHARLIE\nCheers.\n\nPULL BACK to find the two beside tonight's SIGNAL FIRE.\nCharlie dry swallows the pill and -- he returns to carefully\nbuilding the log cabin of fire.\n\nJACK\nGive you a hand?\n\nCHARLIE\nLove one.\n\nJack squats down. Helps assemble the firewood as they talk --\n\nJACK\nHaven't seen you around the caves\nlately.\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah. Needed a change of scenery.\n\nCharlie looks up -- and there's something different about\nhim. That twinkle temporarily dulled from his eye. And Jack\nis very aware of this. Serious, concerned --\n\nJACK\nHow you doing, Charlie?\n\nCHARLIE\nHow am I doing with week two of\nheroin withdrawal or how am I doing\nwith Claire being abducted by the\nfreak who tried to kill me?\n\nA30 (CON T'D): A30\n\nWell, that about says it, doesn't it? But Jack deflects with\nskilled bedside manner --\n\nJACK\nI gave you the aspirin for the\nheroin withdrawal.\n\nAnd this gets a genuine SMILE out of Charlie. Warms him up a\nbit. The two continue to build as Jack's attention is drawn\nback towards\n\nTHE BEACH\n\nWhere Locke still sits off in the distance, looking out at\nthe water. His back to us in that old familiar posture --\n\nAnd it's patently clear. Jack very much has Locke on the\nbrain right now.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nWhat do you think his story is?\n\nCHARLIE\nWho? Locke?\n\nJack nods.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nThat man's a freak of nature. Very\ndisturbed. Quite likely murdered\nall his mates at the Post Office\nthat day his mum forgot to put a\ncookie in his lunch tin. That was\nmy first impression, anyway.\n(beat)\nBut then he saved my life.\n\nThis certainly piques Jack's interest. But --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nAnother story for another time.\n\nJACK\nYou trust him?\n\nCharlie's SURPRISED that Jack would even ask such a thing --\n\nCHARLIE\nTrust him? No offense, friend...\nbut if there was one person on this\nisland I'd put my absolute faith in\nto save us all, it'd be John Locke.\n\nA30 (CON T'D): (2) A30\n\nAnd Charlie fucking MEANS it.\n\nAnd as Jack again looks off in the distance at Locke...\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - CAMPSITE - LATE AFTERNOON 30\n30\n\nMICHAEL unzips his bag -- looks inside -- and as he does --\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nFound your bag? That's pretty\nawesome...\n\nREVEAL Hurley -- miserably munching on a papaya. He's still\nin pain from the urchin. He watches Michael life something\nup from his bag.\n\nIt's a WOOD BOX. And it brings back melancholy memories for\nMichael (more to come on this next week.) Michael looks over\nat -- WALT playing with Vincent a few meters away.\n\nThen, he puts the BOX back in the bag --\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\n...must be nice using your own\ntoothbrush again.\n\nMICHAEL\nYou got some papaya there?\n\nHURLEY\nYeah. Yippee.\n\nMICHAEL\nMind if I --\n\nHurley throws Michael a papaya with no hesitation, rubs his\nsore foot.\n\nHURLEY\nKnock yourself out, dude. Hey, you\nwant to wish something on your\nworst enemy? Hope they step on a\nsea urchin.\n\nAnd as Michael eats, Hurley looks up to see Jin approaching --\n\n-- Hurley looks down -- not wanting to face him, but Jin now\nstands over him... and hands him a WHOLE FISH.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nWhoa. Hey. Thanks...\n\nLOST \"Hearts and Minds\" (GREEN) 12/1/04 48.\n30 (CON T'D): 30\n\nJin shakes his head, then walks off. Hurley examines the\nfish. It's sliced along the bottom.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nDude, this has already been\ncleaned? You're kidding me...\n\nBut Jin is already out of there, on his way to meet up with --\n\nSUN\n\nat the middle of the valley. The two talk together softly in\nKOREAN -- the gentle, normal discourse of a couple doing\ntheir best to cope.\n\nKATE\n\nDrifts INTO FRAME, watching them talk intimately. She\nwonders how two people have so little communication on one\nlevel yet obviously share love and loyalty on another.\n\nAnd off this --\n\nINT. THE VALLEY - CAMPSITE - LATE AFTERNOON - CONTINUOUS A31\nA3 1\n\nJACK (O.S.)\nThey look happy.\n\nAnd speaking of complicated couples... Kate turns around.\nIt's Jack, who has walked up behind her.\n\nKATE\nHappy?\n\nJACK\nYeah, you remember happy, right?\n\nKate chuckles. But Jack didn't come here to talk about Sun\nand Jin --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nPut out your hand.\n\nKATE\n(playful)\nMy hand?\n\nJACK\n(simply)\nYou'll like it. I swear.\n\nKate looks at Jack, trying to figure out what he's doing.\n\nLOST \"Hearts and Minds\" (GREEN) 12/1/04 48A.\nA31 (CON T'D): A31\n\nAnd we play up her indecision here: Is she going to give Jack\nher hand or not? Until she tentatively holds out her hand...\nslowly opens her palm.\n\nJack puts his hand on top of hers, their hands touching\nsoftly as he carefully puts something inside... Something too\ntiny for us to see. Kate looks at whatever it is --\n\nKATE\n(recalling what Jack\ncalled her passion fruit\nseeds earlier)\nGross little greyish yellow\nthingies?\n\nJACK\n(mock insulted)\nExcuse me -- these are slimy little\nblue-black thingies.\n\nKATE\nGuava seeds?\n\nJACK\nWhat's a garden without guava?\n\nKATE\nA question I've been asking myself\nforever.\n(then)\nThanks.\n\nJack smiles at Kate. And as always, there's so much going on\nbetween these two. But we'll leave the audience wanting more\nand go to --\n\n31\n31 EXT. JUNGLE - DUSK\n\nBoone prowls the jungle like a mad man -- truly: this guy may\nbe losing his mind:\n\nBOONE\nShannon?!\n\nHoping against hope that Shannon could have survived what he\nsaw -- knowing that it's probably impossible but following\nthe path anyway... CLOSE ON Boone's ragged expression as he\ncalls again --\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\n(even more frantic)\nSHANNON?!\n\nLOST \"Hearts and Minds\" (GREEN) 12/1/04 48B.\n\nINT. SYDNEY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 32\n32\n\nBoone holds an ice pack to his head. Thoroughly morose and\nhumiliated, he stuffs his clothes into his bag. He's getting\nthe hell out of Dodge, having failed here in the most\nmiserable of ways.\n\nThen a SOFT KNOCK on the door sounds. Boone goes and opens\nit, revealing...\n\nShannon.\n\n32 (CON T'D): 32\n\nShe enters -- without a word. Eyes red from crying. Drunk.\nPretty seriously drunk. Boone breaks the silence.\n\nBOONE\nWhat do you want?\n\nIt's hard for her to admit it, but finally she does.\n\nSHANNON\nBryan took the money.\n\nBOONE\nWhat? --\n\nSHANNON\nHe's gone.\n\nBoone sees the utter sincerity and vulnerability on her face.\nDespite that, he's still pissed --\n\nBOONE\nSo the player got played. That's\npoetic, don't you think?\n\nShannon looks stricken. She stumbles toward him and lashes\nout -- drunk and angry.\n\nSHANNON\nIt's all your fault.\n\nBoone looks at her incredulously.\n\nBOONE\nWell that's perfect.\n\nSHANNON\nI knew you'd bring the money. I\nknew you would.\n\nBOONE\nYou're drunk, Shannon...\n\nSHANNON\nAnd you wanna know why?\n\nBOONE\nDoes it matter? Because I'm sure\nyou're gonna tell me.\n\nBoone can't wait to hear THIS ONE.\n\n32 (CON T'D): (2) 32\n\nSHANNON\nBecause you're in love with me.\n\nBoone is stunned by this. It really takes a beat. And\nyet... he may be blushing, the slightest bit...\n\nBOONE\nWhat?\n\nShe says it again, simply.\n\nSHANNON\nYou brought the money because\nyou're in love with me.\n\nBoone FIRES BACK -- cutting, bitter and angry.\n\nBOONE SHANNON\nYou show up here plastered --\nyou've always been a self- -- I know you're in love with\ncentered bitch -- but now me.\nyou're delusional --\n\nShannon looks at him -- with honesty -- but also some edge.\n\nSHANNON (CONT'D)\nI've always known it.\n\nShe's daring him, challenging him to deny it.\n\nBOONE\nYou're sick.\n\nEven as she's moving closer -- and closer --\n\nSHANNON\nNo...\n\nBOONE\nStay away from me...\n\nSHANNON\nIt's all right...\n\nBOONE\n-- the hell are you doing? Get\naway from me --\n\nAnd now she's right\n-- but the truth is? He's not moving.\nthere --\n\n32 (CON T'D): (3) 32\n\nBOONE (CONT'D)\n-- Shannon...\n(beat)\n... stop it.\n\n-- but slowly -- she keeps coming... and their lips finally\nmeet.\n\nThey KISS. A tender and tentative exploration, after which\nthey pause -- their hearts pounding --\n\nAnd now they give themselves over to it -- abandoning\nthemselves to the moment -- in FULL ON PASSION -- stumbling\nback -- and falling in a tangle onto Boone's hotel room bed.\n\nINT. SYDNEY HOTEL ROOM - LATER - FLASHBACK A33\nA3 3\n\nBoone in his boxers sits on the edge of the bed. Shannon\nsits across from him in a chair, fully dressed.\n\nThey don't say anything for a long moment. Her shame and\nregret hang heavy in the air. Finally:\n\nSHANNON\nWhen we get back to LA... you\nshould just tell your mom that...\nthat you rescued me. Again. Just\nlike you always do -- and we just\ngo back --\n\nBOONE\n-- to what?\n\nSHANNON\nTo what it was.\n\nBOONE SHANNON\nHow could you --\nLike this.\n\nAnd there is nothing he can do about it.\n\nBOONE\nLike it's all up to you?\n\nBut her veneer is fully back up in place -- and she gives him\nnothing. Boone's expression turns as he realizes that\ntonight never happened.\n\nSHANNON\nGet dressed.\n\nA33 (CON T'D): A33\n\nOff Boone, the sadness, anger, and resigned disappointment\nplay across his face.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - EVENING 33\n33\n\nBoone follows a trail of BLOOD DROPS and SMEARS through the\ntangle of jungle, fearing the worst. Tears flow from his\neyes.\n\nFinally he finds what he was hoping he wouldn't --\n\nSHANNON\n\nCovered in BLOOD -- lying in a shallow pool of crimson water.\nHer limbs are splayed in an unnatural arrangement -- broken\nand useless.\n\nBOONE\n-- oh God...\n\nBoone pulls her out -- holds her close -- trying to restore\nher dignity -- and discovers Shannon is still breathing --\nbarely -- holding onto the last remnants of life.\n\nSHANNON\nBoone...?\n\nHer torso IS STITCHED with a ROW of GIANT, DEEP, BLEEDING\nPUNCTURE WOUNDS. From what? Claws? Teeth? Whatever put\nthem there, it's fucking huge.\n\nBOONE\nI'm here.\n\nBecause as Boone strokes her hair -- Shannon's eyes open,\nslowly, languidly -- the life draining from them -- and\nBoone's eyes are WET, he's in shock --\n\nSHANNON\nI knew you'd come for me... you\nalways come for me...\n\nBoone holds her, wipes the blood from her face.\n\nBOONE\n(not believing this\nhimself)\nI'm gonna get you back to camp.\nYou're gonna be fine. Jack's gonna\ntake care of you...\n\n33 (CON T'D): 33\n\nShannon looks up INTO HIS FACE wanting to believe it -- that\nher brother will manage to pull her through.\n\nSHANNON\nHelp me, Boone...\n\nBut there is nothing he can do. Shannon dies in his arms.\n\n34-35\n3 4- 3 5 OMITTED\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\nACT FIVE\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT A36\nA3 6\n\nBoone, staggers back into camp -- his eyes hollow -- haunted\n-- and as he listlessly knocks aside vines and bushes, making\nhis way toward the valley.\n\n36\n36 INT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT\n\nBoone (dirty but no longer bloody) strides into the valley --\nhis eyes burning -- looking something like Martin Sheen in\n\"Apocalypse Now\".\n\nOnly his Colonel Kurtz is Locke, sitting alone at a campfire.\nThere are some survivors at a distant campfire. Another\ncampfire burns not far away, but no one sits at that one. In\nother words, Locke is here virtually alone.\n\nBoone breaks into a run -- Locke's knife in his hand -- and\nlaunches himself at Locke.\n\nLocke is ready for him. Dodges. Boone and Locke tumble over\nand over. They grapple. Locke ends up on the bottom --\nalmost strangely passive. Not fighting back -- but CONTROLS\nTHE SITUATION by holding Boone's knife hand at bay off his\nthroat.\n\nBOONE\nIt killed her!\n\nLOCKE\n(impressed)\nYou made it back.\n\nBOONE\nThat thing out there killed my\nsister! It's your fault! You\ndragged her out there!\n\nLOCKE\nYour sister?\n\nBOONE LOCKE\n(en-fucking-RAGED)\nDon't play dumb with me -- I\nknow what you did to her you -- Calm down, son. Just --\nsick freak --\n\nBOONE\nAnd now she's dead. It... it\nmangled her. She died in my arms.\n\n36 (CON T'D): 36\n\nLocke stares into Boone's blazing eyes. A beat. Then --\n\nLOCKE\n(beat)\nThen why isn't there blood on you?\n\nBoone looks down at his hands, the rest of him. Holy shit!\nLocke's right. No blood anywhere. Only dirt.\n\nBoone knows it was there before. He looks up at Locke,\nconfused, swirling with anger and bewilderment, waiting for\nan explanation.\n\nBOONE\nWhat happened to me out there?\n\nLOCKE\nI don't know. You tell me.\n(beat)\nBut your sister? Shannon?\n\nAnd now Locke, still holding Boone's knife hand, pushes\nhimself up. THE WAY HE LOOKS AT BOONE -- Boone lets him do\nit. And then Locke turns his head... and Boone follows his\ngaze to --\n\nTHE NEARBY CAMPFIRE further back in the caves, where he sees--\n\nSayid and Shannon come into view! They sit together at the\nfire. She's laughing, smiling, joking around with Sayid --\nAND VERY MUCH ALIVE. It's like she doesn't have a CARE IN\nTHE WORLD. And with obviously no knowledge of what Boone\njust went through.\n\nWHAT. THE. FUCK?\n\nBOONE\nShe was dead...\n\nLOCKE\nIs that what it made you see?\n\nBOONE\nWhat what made me see?\n(then; realizing)\nThat stuff you put on my head?\n(shock)\n-- You drugged me?\n\nLOCKE\nI gave you an experience.\n(then)\n(MOR E)\n\n36 (CON T'D): (2) 36\nLOC KE (CONT'D)\nOne I believe vital to your\nsurvival on the island.\n\nBOONE\nNone of it was real? That...\nthing...\n\nLOCKE\nWas only as real as you made it.\n\nBOONE\n(at a whisper)\nI saw her die...\n(beat; eyes welling)\n\nShe was gone. She was dead.\n\nLocke looks at Boone -- who is clearly having a lot of\ntrouble figuring out what it all meant.\n\nLOCKE\nHow did you feel -- when she died?\n\nBoone doesn't answer that question for a long moment.\nEverything Locke did was meant to bring him to this place.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\n(sotto)\n... how did you feel...?\n\nAnd it finally DAWNS on Boone. Accepting it --\n\nBOONE\n...I felt... relieved.\n\nLocke nods.\n\nLOCKE\nYes.\n\nBoone looks at Shannon for a moment. She's gorgeous -- full\nof life -- she looks like a piece of candy...\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nTime to let go.\n\nAnd we notice something very important. Boone's look to\nShannon is no longer obsessive. Now Boone looks to Locke.\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nFollow me.\n\nAnd Locke walks off. We LINGER on Boone as he looks off at\nhis sister. And then --\n\n36 (CON T'D): (3) 36\n\nBoone turns away, following Locke out of the caves into the\njungle. And as they disappear into the darkness.\n\nSMASH TO BLACK\n\nTHE END"
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    "text": "LOST\n\n\"Outlaws\"\n\nWritten by\n\nDrew Goddard\n\nACT ONE\n\nEXT. BEACH - SAWYER'S AREA - MORNING 5\n5\n\nTRACK across the scattered DEBRIS of Sawyer's area. It's a\nMESS -- since the tent came down, the wind has scattered much\nof the CLOTHES, MAGAZINES, and GEAR Sawyer's been hoarding.\n\nFIND Sawyer, angrily collecting his belongings into a pile.\nSAYID stands nearby, surveying the damage:\n\nSAYID\nA boar. Took you tarp.\n\nSAWYER\n(muttering)\nIt was dark -- but yeah. Pretty\nsure it was a boar...\n\nSAYID\nI thought the boar had vacated this\narea...\n\nSawyer clearly does not want to have this conversation.\n\nSAWYER\nWell, genius, I think we got some\nbad info.\n\nSAYID\nWhat was it doing in your tent?\n\nSAWYER\nIt was staring at me.\n\nSayid frowns. Sawyer realizes how ridiculous that sounds.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nThen it came at me. So I hit it.\nAnd it took off --\n\nHe gestures toward the jungle where the boar disappeared.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nInto the jungle.\n\nSAYID\nWith your tarp.\n(pause; then)\nPerhaps it wanted to go camping.\n\nSawyer grits his teeth.\n\n5 (CON T'D): 5\n\nSAWYER\nYou enjoying yourself?\n\nSayid thinks about it, then:\n\nSAYID\nA bit. Yes.\n\nSawyer shakes his head, fed up. He starts walking into the\njungle after his tent.\n\nSAWYER\nLaugh it up, Mohammed -- I get back\nand find my stuff's gone, I'm\ncoming after you.\n\nON SAYID -- he takes a final glance at the wreckage, shakes\nhis head, and starts to walk off. After he takes a few\nsteps, we hear:\n\nSAWYER (O.S.) (CONT'D)\nSayid --\n\nSayid turns back. Sawyer's looking at him.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nWhat did you hear?\n\nSayid doesn't understand the question. Off his look:\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nAfter you ran into the French\nWoman, you said you heard something\nin the jungle...\n\nSAYID\n(shakes his head)\nI was injured and exhausted. My\nmind was playing tricks on me...\n\nSAWYER\nWhat did you hear?\n\nSAYID\nI thought I heard... whispering.\n\nSAWYER\nWhat was it saying?\n\nSAYID\nWhy? Did you hear something?\n\n5 (CON T'D): (2) 5\n\nSawyer stares at him a beat. Then:\n\nSAWYER\nForget it.\n\nWe're CLOSE ON HIM as he turns, walks toward the jungle.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nI didn't hear anything.\n\nWOMAN (PRE-LAP)\nWhat are you afraid of?\n\nINT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 6\n6\n\nA hotel room door crashes open as Sawyer and a WOMAN\n(thirties, attractive) tumble into the dark room. They're\nALL OVER each other, making out like horny teenagers.\n\nSAWYER\nSweetness, I ain't the one\ntremblin' here --\n\nAnd if this feels a bit familiar, it should. Sawyer's in his\nprofessional con man form. As they kiss passionately,\ncrashing down on the bed:\n\nWOMAN\nI can help with the investors --\n\nSAWYER\n-- we're not talkin' about this --\n\nHe kisses her, acting as though he wants nothing to do with\nthis conversation. She kisses back, rolls on top of him:\n\nWOMAN\nSeriously, baby -- look at me --\n(beat)\nHow much money do you need,\nexactly?\n\nIt's a beautiful moment for a con man and his prey. But it's\ninterrupted when a VOICE across the room says:\n\nVOICE (O.S.)\nOkay, this is really awkward...\n\nSawyer and the woman JUMP IN SURPRISE. They turn toward the\nvoice...\n\n(PINK) 1/4/05 8.\n6 (CON T'D): 6\n\nAnd FIND A MAN sitting across the room at the table. He's\nbeen there the whole time, sitting in the darkness.\n\nHe TURNS THE LIGHT ON, and we get a better look at him: This\nis HIBBS. He's mid-thirties. Tough, but not as tough as\nSawyer.\n\nHIBBS\n...but if I don't say something\nnow, things are liable to get\ndownright embarrassing.\n\nSawyer leaps to his feet, the woman huddles behind him.\n\nSAWYER\n(eyes narrowing)\nHibbs --\n\nHIBBS\nHello Sawyer.\n(to Woman)\nMa'am -- I must apologize. I\nfigured my good friend Sawyer\nhere'd be alone.\n(back to Sawyer/dead\nserious)\nI just need a few minutes.\n\nSawyer keeps his iron gaze locked on Hibbs. It's clear --\nthese guys have history. After a beat, Sawyer turns toward\nthe woman, pulls her aside. They speak in HUSHED TONES.\n\nSAWYER WOMAN\nListen -- -- what's going on --\n\nGo down to the bar, get a -- Sawyer --\ndrink --\n\nShe looks over his shoulder -- Hibbs is admiring the hotel\nartwork. As Sawyer opens the door to the room:\n\nSAWYER\nSoon as I get rid of him I'll find\nyou and explain everything. I\npromise.\n\nHe kisses her, ushering her out the door.\n\nWe're WITH HIBBS as the door shuts. He walks towards Sawyer --\n\n6 (CON T'D): (2) 6\n\nHIBBS\nGotta hand it to you, Sawbucks.\nHow you find women that beautiful\nto work your --\n\nWHAM -- Sawyer GRABS HIBBS by the throat and SLAMS HIM up\nagainst the wall.\n\nSAWYER\nNow, if I'm not mistaken, Hibbs --\n\nHe SQUEEZES HARD. Hibbs gasps in pain. Whatever Sawyer's\ndoing, it looks like it hurts.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nI'm fairly certain I said I'd kill\nyou if I ever saw you again.\n\nHIBBS\n(between gasps)\n`s why I'm here... make things\nright...\n\nSawyer holds a beat -- then releases his grasp, shoves Hibbs\naside. Hibbs shakes it off, clearly in pain. As he regards\nSawyer.\n\nHIBBS (CONT'D)\n`Sides -- we both know you ain't\nthe killin' type...\n\nHe composes himself, reaches into his jacket, pulls out a\nLARGE ENVELOPE. Tosses it on the table.\n\nHIBBS (CONT'D)\nThere --\n(points to envelope)\nFigure that makes us even for the\nTampa job.\n\nSAWYER\n(still fuming)\nNow Hibbs. What could possibly\nmake us even for the Tampa job...\n\nHIBBS\nOh, I don't know...\n\nHibbs takes a beat, clearly enjoying the moment.\n\nLOST \"Outlaws\" (PINK) 1/4/05 10.\n6 (CON T'D): (3) 6\n\nHIBBS (CONT'D)\nHow `bout the known whereabouts of\nthe man who ruined your life?\n\nSawyer's face goes cold. He looks at the envelope.\n\nHIBBS (CONT'D)\n(beat)\nI'm gonna make myself a drink. You\nwant one?\n\nSawyer shakes his head, walks over to the table, sits down.\nHibbs opens the MINIBAR. As he pours himself a drink, we\nnotice Hibbs is missing his LEFT RING-FINGER just above the\nfirst knuckle (why? That's another episode, my friends...)\n\nHIBBS (CONT'D)\nYou remember Old Man Parks, right --\nran capper for us on that gig in\nAtlanta.\n\nSAWYER\nWhat about him?\n\nHIBBS\n(beat)\nWe still talk from time to time --\nhe's been working the wire at an\noff-track parlor down in Sydney.\n(beat)\nSo last week, one of his regulars\ngets a little too sauced, starts\nrunning his mouth about his glory\ndays as a grifter...\n\nSawyer opens the envelope -- pulls out a FILE. On top of\nwhich is a PHOTO. A MAN IN HIS LATE-FIFTIES. Shot with a\nLONG LENS, SURVEILLANCE-STYLE.\n\nHIBBS (CONT'D)\nThis guy --\n(taps photo)\n\"Frank Duckett.\" Real hard-luck\ncase -- gambling addict, alcoholic,\nruns a shrimp truck --\n(aside)\nYou know what a shrimp truck is?\n\nSAWYER\n(after a beat)\nA truck that sells shrimp?\n\n6 (CON T'D): (4) 6\n\nHIBBS\n(to himself)\nDamnit. It is obvious. I owe\nParks a fifty...\n(taps photo)\nBack in the day, this guy Duckett\nused to be quite a hustler...\n(beat)\nHe ran the romance angle -- hook\nthe wife, take the husband for all\nhis money. Used to be pretty good\nat it, too, from what I hear...\n(beat)\nUntil, sadly, one of his marks in\ndespair took a gun, shot up his\nwife, and blew his own head off...\n(eyeing Sawyer)\nAll in front of their little boy...\n\nON SAWYER, feeling the full weight of what he's holding. He\nleafs through the file, we see various FORMS -- police\nrecords, DMV printouts.\n\nHIBBS (CONT'D)\nI paid Tony to pull his jacket --\nturns out \"Frank Duckett\" used to\nbe named \"Frank Sawyer...\" The\nname I believe you appropriated for\nyourself.\n\nSAWYER\n(quietly)\nThis is him...\n\nHIBBS\n(nods)\nThat's him.\n\nCREEP IN on Sawyer, his eyes going cold as he looks at the\nphoto of the man who ruined his life --\n\n7\n7 EXT. OUTSIDE THE VALLEY - MORNING\n\nWE'RE LOOKING DOWN THE BARREL OF A GUN, MACRO-CLOSE. AND --\n\nIt FLIPS up, TWIRLS around deftly -- Now its HANDLE OUT. And\nwe RACK FOCUS to find the gunslinger is --\n\nKATE\nThanks for the loaner.\n\n7 (CON T'D): 7\n\nKATE stands with JACK by the tree where he stows THE\nHALLIBURTON CASE.\n\nJACK\nAlways a pleasure.\n\nJack takes the gun from Kate, EJECTS the CLIP as he places\nboth pieces back into the case.\n\nKATE\nAnyone curious where they came\nfrom?\n\nJACK\nThe others know there was a Marshal\non the plane. Guess they assume he\nwas travelling alone. Protecting\nthem from terrorists.\n(beat; then)\nSounded like a good theory to me.\n\nON KATE. A moment of silent THANKS --\n\nJack LOCKS up the case, ties the LEATHER STRAP with THE KEY\nback around his neck.\n\nKATE\nYou get all of the guns back?\n\nJACK\nAll except one.\n\nKATE JACK\nWho...?\n-- How about I give you three\nguesses?\n\nKATE\nSawyer.\n\nJack gives her a look -- \"Of course it's fucking Sawyer.\" --\nPuts the Halliburton in its hiding place, begins to CAMO the\nopening.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nI can get it back.\n\nJACK\n(uh huh)\nReally. How you gonna do that?\n\n7 (CON T'D): (2) 7\n\nKATE\nI speak his language.\n\nJack finishes secreting the case. Turns to Kate... shaking\nhis head --\n\nJACK\nWe've done this before, Kate. If I\nremember it right, you made out\nwith him and never even had what\nyou said you could get.\n\nBeat. Kate could try to defend herself here. But instead --\n\nKATE\nI only made out with Sawyer because\ntorturing him didn't work.\n\nAnother beat. Then Jack can't help but GRIN at the pure\nabsurdity of it. Tension broken --\n\nJACK\nLet him keep the gun. It's not\nworth it.\n\nKATE\nWhy? You afraid he's gonna shoot\nme if I ask?\n\nJACK\n(serious now)\nNo. I just don't want you to owe\nhim anything.\n\nAnd that's as close as Jack will ever get to declaring that\nhe might just be JEALOUS. And OFF KATE, perhaps appreciating\nprecisely that...\n\n8\n8 EXT. OUTSIDE THE VALLEY - MORNING\n\nMichael has a makeshift worktable on which he's sawing\nlengths of bamboo for his raft project.\n\nCAMERA TRACKS to find CHARLIE sitting off by himself, BINDING\na piece of BENT WRECKAGE to the end of one of the GOLD CLUBS.\nAnd with just one look at him, it is instantly clear -- This\nis not the Charlie we know and love. Something just... OFF.\n\nCLOSE on him -- VERY focused on the task at hand, wrapping\nthe WIRE around and around and around.\n\n8 (CON T'D): 8\n\nCLAIRE (O.S.)\nHey.\n\nCharlie looks up, sees CLAIRE. He offers a smile, but\ndoesn't come close to selling it.\n\nCHARLIE\nHi.\n\nAwkwardness. She's got amnesia. He just killed a man. What\nthe fuck are they going to talk about?\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nHow are you feeling?\n\nCLAIRE\n(shrugs; vulnerable)\nVery pregnant.\n\nCharlie just nods and continues BINDING. Not rudely... just\nDISTRACTED. After watching him for a few beats --\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nI had... dreams last night. More\nlike memories, actually. You were\nin them. I...\n(beat)\nThey were nice dreams.\n(beat)\nThought I'd see if you wanted to\ntake a walk...\n\nShe's obviously reaching out. Trying to make some kind of\nconnection. But Charlie's so focused, it takes him a beat to\nrealize what she's saying.\n\nCHARLIE\nSorry. Can't right now. There's...\n(reluctant)\n...something I have to do.\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nDude -- not the golf club.\n\nCharlie and Claire turn to see HURLEY -- standing there with\na makeshift TOOL (kinda resembles a shovel) of his own.\n\nCHARLIE\nIt was all I could find.\n\n8 (CON T'D): (2) 8\n\nHURLEY\nYou used the sand wedge?\n(shakes his head)\nJack will spaz.\n\nCharlie hops to his feet. Offers Claire that weird smile --\n\nCHARLIE\nExcuse me. We've gotta...\n(not gonna go there)\nI'll see you later, all right?\n\nCLAIRE\nSure. Yeah. All right.\n\nAnd Charlie walks off.\n\nHurley stands there for a beat, looking at Claire. And he's\ngot no fucking idea what to say to her. So he just raises\nhis hand, offers a little WAVE --\n\nHURLEY\nBye.\n\nHurley shuffles off after Charlie. And OFF Claire,\ndisplaced, confused... and ALONE --\n\n9\n9 EXT. JUNGLE - DAY\n\nSawyer walks through the dense jungle, searching for --\n\nHIS BLUE TARP\n\nIt's in a clearing, the wind's blown it up against the tree.\nSawyer gathers it up in his arms, heads back toward camp.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - TALL GRASS - DAY - CONTINUOUS 10\n10\n\nWe're with Sawyer as he walks through TALL GRASS. He's got\nhis tarp in his arms. As he walks, we hear the wind blowing\nthrough the grass, and ever-so-faintly:\n\nWHISPERED VOICE\nI was gonna pay --\n\nSawyer stops in his tracks. Did I just hear that?\n\nAs he listens closely, he hears RUSTLING. Coming from BEHIND\nHIM. He turns around and sees MOVEMENT IN THE GRASS.\nSomething's out there...\n\n10 (CON T'D): 10\n\nWe catch a glimpse of it -- it's THE BOAR. And it's charging\nright towards Sawyer.\n\nOh. Shit.\n\nSawyer starts to run. HANDHELD CHAOS as he sprints through\nthe jungle. He throws his tarp away. As he flees, we catch\nglimpses of the beast -- blurs of fur amidst the grass. This\nthing's moving fast.\n\nBOAR POV -- as it rushes up right behind Sawyer --\n\nThe animal SHRIEKS and Sawyer's legs are cut out from under\nhim as the beast runs him down. Sawyer goes down hard,\nheadfirst into the mud. We catch QUICK, FRENETIC POPS of the\nbeast as it TRAMPLES SAWYER.\n\nIt all happens fast... And then it's over. The beast is\ngone. It disappears into the tall grass. Just like that.\n\nLeaving Sawyer facedown and trampled in the mud.\n\nHe slowly gets to his feet. He's filthy. Breathing hard.\nSore as shit from the hit. But he checks himself over -- no\nsevere damage.\n\nWE'RE CLOSE ON HIS FACE as his fear hardens into anger.\n\nSAWYER\nSON OF A BITCH --\n\nHARD CUT TO:\n\nEXT. BEACH - SAWYER'S AREA - DAY 11\n11\n\nA KNIFE IS SLAMMED INTO A SCABBARD. WIDEN OUT AS Sawyer\nshoves it into his BACKPACK. He's focused -- angry\ndetermination etched on his face.\n\nWE PULL BACK as he rummages through the debris of his site,\npacking for the hunt. He shoves various articles of FOOD and\nCLOTHES into his pack.\n\nAnd then we see Kate is there with him.\n\nShe sees Sawyer's site is a mess -- debris scattered about --\nand he's filthy, covered in dried mud from his run-in with\nthe boar.\n\nKATE\nA boar. Did all this.\n\n11 (CON T'D): 11\n\nWe can just feel the frustration rising off Sawyer.\n\nSAWYER\nYes. A boar did all this.\n(ranting)\nLast night, it wrecked my tent.\nThen, this morning, when I was\ngoing to get my tent back, it\nattacked me from behind, and ran\noff into the jungle. Like a\ncoward.\n\nLong beat as Kate stares at him.\n\nKATE\nA boar wouldn't... attack you for\nno reason.\n\nSAWYER\nThank you, boar expert. This one\ndid.\n\nHe searches through a pile, looking for something in\nparticular...\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n(muttering)\nIt's harassing me...\n\nHe finds what he's looking for: HIS GUN.\n\nKATE\nWhat are you doing?\n\nHe checks the magazine, slams it into his gun. Tucks the gun\ninto his waistband.\n\nSAWYER\nGettin' even.\n\nKATE\n(rolls eyes)\nListen to yourself. It's a boar.\nLet's just... tell Locke, he'll go\nkill it.\n\nSAWYER\n(muttering)\nNope. It's my fight...\n\n11 (CON T'D): (2) 11\n\nKATE\nDo you know anything about hunting\nboar?\n\nHe doesn't say anything as he straps on his backpack.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nThose things are dangerous.\n\nSAWYER\nSo am I.\n\nShe glances to the heavens -- oh christ.\n\nKATE\nYou're gonna get yourself lost. Or\nworse...\n\nSAWYER\nSince when did you care?\n\nKATE\nI don't.\n\nSAWYER\nGood. Then if you'll excuse me...\n\nCLOSE ON HIM as he walks by her, heading into the jungle --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nI got some revenge to tend to.\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT ONE\n\nACT TWO\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 12\n12\n\nHurley pokes at something BELOW FRAME with a STICK.\n\nHURLEY\nDude, I know how this works...\n\nCharlie enters frame, sees what Hurley's doing:\n\nCHARLIE\nTrust me. He's dead.\n\nWe WIDEN TO REVEAL he's poking at a DEAD BODY wrapped for\nburial in airplane blankets. Charlie holds his shovel,\nHurley's is next to his feet.\n\nHURLEY\nWe put him in the ground,\neverything seems cool, then when\nwe're about to leave, his hand pops\nout of the dirt --\n\nCharlie takes his shovel, breaks ground. Shrugs.\n\nCHARLIE\n(matter of fact)\nS'pose we'll have to bury him deep,\nthen...\n\nHurley keeps his wary eyes focused on the body.\n\nHURLEY\n(shakes head)\nDoesn't matter. There's no grave\nthat can hold the undead.\n(beat)\nNo, this ends with you and me\nrunning through the jungle,\nscreaming and crying --\n\nCHARLIE\nHurley --\n\nHURLEY\n-- and then he catches me first,\n`cause I'm heavy and I get cramps --\n\nCHARLIE\nHurley --\n\nHurley snaps out of it, looks at Charlie.\n\n12 (CON T'D): 12\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\n(kind)\nYou don't have to do this, y'know.\nI mean -- I appreciate the help and\nall, I really do...\n(beat)\nBut I killed Ethan. I can bury him.\n\nAnd Charlie says it so simply, it brings Hurley back to\nreality. He exhales:\n\nHURLEY\nNah. I'm good.\n\nHe takes one last look at the body, then picks up his shovel.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nLet's just get it done.\n\nCharlie nods. Hurley breaks ground next to him.\n\nWe're CLOSE ON HURLEY as he glances at Charlie -- how is\nCharlie so calm about this?\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 13\n13\n\nWE'RE MOVING SLOWLY through the dense foliage of the jungle\nto find Sawyer creeping through the trees.\n\nHe's focused. Not making a lot of noise. It's clear he's in\ntracking mode -- he gets low, studies --\n\nA PRINT\n\nBarely visible in the soil.\n\nSawyer looks it over, surveys the jungle in front of him. As\nhe does all this, we start to get the sense that Sawyer may\nin fact know what the hell he's doing.\n\nThat is, until:\n\nKATE (O.S.)\nThat's a footprint.\n\nSawyer's face falls. He turns and looks behind him. Finds\nKate walking out of the trees. She's wearing a BACKPACK. As\nshe speaks, it's all very matter-of-fact, no sense of\nsmugness whatsoever:\n\n13 (CON T'D): 13\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\n(looking it over)\nBased on the weight, distance\nbetween strides... I'm pretty sure\nyou've been tracking Boone for the\nlast hour.\n\nSAWYER\n(annoyed)\nLook --\n\nKATE\nCould be Jin, I suppose...\n\nSAWYER\nI'm tickled you've taken such an\ninterest in my affairs -- I really\nam -- so don't take it personal\nwhen I tell you to go --\n\nKATE\nI want carte blanche.\n\nSAWYER\n(after a beat)\nWhat?\n\nKATE\nIt's pretty simple. You can't\ntrack this boar without my help.\n\nSAWYER\nIs that right?\n\nKATE\nThat's right. Over the last few\nhours, you've managed to follow the\ntracks of --\n(counts them off on her\nfingers)\nHumans, birds, a rockslide,\nyourself... everything except a\nboar, actually.\n(beat)\nYou have no idea what you're doing.\n\nAnd he can't do anything but steam -- because he knows she's\nright.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nSo I help you, I want carte\nblanche.\n(MOR E)\n\n13 (CON T'D): (2) 13\nKAT E (CONT'D)\n(off his look)\nIt means \"blank check.\"\n\nSAWYER\nI know what it means.\n\nKATE\nEvery time I want something from\nyour stash -- medicine, soap,\nwhatever -- I get it. No questions\nasked.\n\nGoddamn it, does he want to tell her to fuck off. But he\nknows he's screwed without her.\n\nSAWYER\nCarte blanche...\n\nKATE\nTake it or leave it.\n\nAnd we see it -- the moment where he forces himself to put on\na good face and act like this doesn't bother him in the\nslightest.\n\nSAWYER\nAll right. You got a deal.\n\nAnd as Sawyer watches her lead him away --\n\n14\n14 OMITTED\n\nEXT. DOCKS - DAY - FLASHBACK A15\nA1 5\n\nSawyer walks down an old dock toward a run-down boat repair\nshop. Behind him we see one of the bridges of SYDNEY HARBOR\nand a slice of the famous SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE.\n\nHe ducks into a boat repair shop past somebody welding.\n\nLAURENCE (V.O.)\nSo you're Hibbs' mate, huh?...\nWorked a few jobs with Hibbs back\nin the States --\n\nINT. BOAT REPAIR SHOP - DAY - FLASHBACK 15\n15\n\nCLOSE ON A VERITABLE ARSENAL of HANDGUNS spread out on a\ntable in a private room in the back of the shop.\n\nSawyer pulls out an ENVELOPE, starts counting out AUSTRALIAN\nDOLLARS. Into the hands of LAURENCE, a gun dealer.\n\n15 (CON T'D): 15\n\nLAURENCE\n-- nice enough fella.\n\nSAWYER\nHe's a son of a bitch.\n\nLAURENCE\nRight. Indeed he is.\n\nLaurence nods, picks up a WEAPON. Hands it to Sawyer.\n\n15 (CON T'D): (2) 15\n\nLAURENCE (CONT'D)\nFew disclaimers. First off --\nAustralia doesn't allow its\ncitizenry to own handguns. You get\nnicked with that --\n\nSAWYER\n(without looking up)\nI ain't gonna rat you out.\n\nLAURENCE\nSecondly -- no refunds. Even for\ndear friends a' mine such as\nyourself. You decide you don't\nneed a weapon -- not my bikker.\n\nSAWYER\n(as he counts)\nWon't be a problem.\n\nLAURENCE\n(studying him)\nBeen doin' this a while... a man\nbuys a compact .357 with hollow\npoint loads -- he ain't lookin' to\nscare, or steal... he's lookin' to\nkill.\n\nAnd Sawyer stops counting for a moment, locks eyes with\nLaurence.\n\nLAURENCE (CONT'D)\nAnd that's all well and good to\ntalk about in the beautiful Sydney\nHarbor, but when it comes down to\nit he may find he doesn't have what\nit takes to do the job...\n\nSAWYER\nYour sales pitch needs some work.\n\nLAURENCE\nI'm sayin' -- you point a gun at a\nman, you look him in the eye -- you\nfind out who you are.\n(beat)\nAnd if you should find that you're\nnot a killer -- well...\n(beat)\nThere's no refunds.\n\n15 (CON T'D): (3) 15\n\nSawyer looks at Laurence for a beat, then hands him the\nmoney. As he picks up the weapon and the box of ammo:\n\nSAWYER\nWon't be a problem.\n\nCUT TO:\n\n16\n16 INT. THE VALLEY - DAY\n\nJACK AND CLAIRE in the caves. Jack has his fingers on her\nwrist, checking his watch as they talk:\n\nCLAIRE\n(looks around)\nSo this is, like, our infirmary?\n\nJACK\n(shrugs)\nNext best thing.\n\nCLAIRE\nI have a friend back home -- she's\nreally into holistic medicine --\nthe whole \"hospitals are evil, keep\nthings natural\" bit...\n(beat)\nShe'd love this place.\n\nJACK\n(grins)\nAny nausea? Headaches?\n\nShe shakes her head.\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nHas the baby been moving at all?\n\nCLAIRE\n(nods)\n`S like he's running laps in there.\n\nJack removes his fingers from her wrist.\n\nJACK\nWell if he's as strong as your\nheart rate, you're both in great\nshape...\n(beat)\nHow are you holding up otherwise?\n\nAnd we're on Claire for a beat as she hesitates, then:\n\n16 (CON T'D): 16\n\nCLAIRE\nOkay.\n\nJACK\nMemory coming back?\n\nCLAIRE\nIn bits and pieces.\n(beat)\nCertain people... seem familiar.\nLike I've met them before in\nanother life.\n(beat)\nHelps, more I talk about it.\nBrings things into focus, you know.\n\nShe shuffles a bit, getting at what's bothering her:\n\nCLAIRE (CONT'D)\nBut... everyone's avoiding me.\n(beat)\nI think I freak them out. I'm \"the\nweird amnesia chick.\"\n\nJACK\nNice to meet you \"weird amnesia\nchick,\" I'm the \"heroic doctor.\"\n\nCLAIRE\nIs that so?\n\nJACK\nMinus the heroic part.\n\nClaire smiles as Jack says in his most comforting tone --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nGive `em time.\n(beat)\nThey're just... confused.\n\nCLAIRE\nYeah, well...\n(beat)\nI know how they feel.\n\nOFF CLAIRE, trying not to show how alone she feels --\n\n17\n17 OMITTED\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - LATE AFTERNOON 18\n18\n\nKate and Sawyer trudge through the jungle -- Dirty and SWEATY\n(and on these two, somehow it looks GREAT), BREATHING HARD.\n\nKate stops, looks up at the sky. Frowns. Sawyer gets ahead\nbefore he realizes she's not beside him. Turns --\n\nSAWYER\nWhat?\n\nKATE\nGonna be dark in half an hour.\n\nSAWYER\nThen I guess we got half an hour to\ncatch us a hog.\n\nKate shakes her head, pulls off her PACK --\n\nKATE\nSuit yourself.\n(points)\nHe went that way. I'm making camp\nwhile I can still see.\n\nSAWYER\nWhat? You're just gonna let it get\naway? How're we --\n\nKATE\nBoars sleep too.\n\nON SAWYER -- Frustrated, wanting to continue on...\n\nBut without his guide, he's completely helpless to do\nanything about it. As he drops his OWN PACK in frustration --\n\n19\n19 EXT. JUNGLE - CAMPSITE - NIGHT'\n\nCLOSE ON A FIRE as a PIECE OF DRY WOOD kicks up a field of\nEMBERS as it's dropped into the flames.\n\nKate settles down next to the fire, Sawyer on the opposite\nside. Two outlaws, camped out under the stars. Hell, if we\ndidn't know any better?\n\nWe'd think this was downright romantic.\n\nSawyer digs around his pack, finally finds what he's looking\nfor -- a MINI-BOTTLE OF VODKA. Cracks it open.\n\n19 (CON T'D): 19\n\nTosses it back in one cool shot. REVEAL Kate, having watched\nthe whole process.\n\nKATE\nWhere'd you get that?\n\nSAWYER\nPlane.\n\nKATE SAWYER\nJack was looking for the\nalcohol cart -- -- Well, it's a good thing I\nfound it instead then, huh?\n\nKate just looks at him. No idea what she's thinking. Then --\n\nKATE\nGot anymore of those?\n\nSAWYER\nI got more a' everything. But you\nain't got carte blanche yet.\n\nKATE\nIs that a \"no?\"\n\nNow it's his turn to look at her. And dammit if Sawyer ain't\ncharmed. Reaches into his pack, emerges with a whole HANDFUL\nof mini-bottles.\n\nSAWYER\nAll right, Sassafrass -- but you\nwanna drink? You gotta play.\n\nKATE\n(smelling the rat)\nPlay what?\n\nSAWYER\nI never.\n\nKATE\nWhat?\n\nSAWYER\nI. Never.\n\nKATE\nAm I supposed to know what that is?\n\n19 (CON T'D): (2) 19\n\nSAWYER\nA game is what it is. Call it a\nway to get to know each other\nbetter. For example...\n(grins)\nI know you never went to college.\n\nKATE\n(he's right)\nAnd how do you know that?\n\nSAWYER\nIf you had, you'd a heard of \"I\nNever.\"\n\nSawyer tosses her a MINI-BOTTLE --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nSimple. You say \"I never...\" and\nthen finish the sentence. If it's\nsomething you did, you drink. If\nit's something you never did, you\ndon't drink.\n\nKate absorbs this. Then --\n\nKATE\nThat makes absolutely no sense.\n\nSAWYER\nThen learn by example.\n(declares)\nI have never kissed a man.\n(a beat)\nNow you drink.\n(another beat)\n`Cause you've kissed a man.\n\nSubtext -- That man being him. Kate sighs --\n\nKATE\nWhat's the object of this game?\n\nSAWYER\nWhat's the object of anything?\n\nON KATE. Deciding whether or not to embark on this\nfoolishness. Sawyer's just lookin' at her, eyes twinkling --\n\nSo she cracks open her bottle. DRINKS. Sawyer grins,\nimpressed --\n\n19 (CON T'D): (3) 19\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nYour turn.\n\nKATE\n(thinks; then)\nI've never implied I went to\ncollege when I really haven't.\n\nAnd Sawyer's grin is GONE. But rules are rules. He drinks.\n\nSAWYER\nI never been to Disneyland.\n\nKate does NOT drink.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nAww. That's plain sad.\n\nKATE\nI've never worn pink.\n\nSawyer GLARES at her. But DRINKS. By way of explanation --\n\nSAWYER\nThe eighties.\n(moving on)\nI never voted Democrat.\n\nKate doesn't drink.\n\nKATE\nI've never voted.\n\nSawyer smiles. Drinks.\n\nSAWYER\nI never been in love.\n\nKATE\n(bullshit)\nYou've never been in love.\n\nSAWYER\nAin't drinking, am I?\n\nKate might not buy it (hell, WE might not buy it), but she\ndrinks. Then --\n\nKATE\nI've never had a one-night stand.\n\nSawyer takes a healthy swig.\n\n19 (CON T'D): (4) 19\n\nSAWYER\nI gotta drink for each one?\n\nKATE\n(ha-ha)\nYour turn.\n\nSAWYER\nI never been married.\n\nKate eyes him for a second. And then she takes a little sip.\n\nKATE\nDidn't last long.\n\nSawyer, INTRIGUED as she reaches for a new bottle --\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nI never blamed a boar for all my\nproblems.\n\nYet, Sawyer DRINKS.\nO-kay. Now it's getting personal.\nFires back --\n\nSAWYER\nI never cared about getting carte\nblanche `cause I just wanted to\nspend some time with the only other\nperson on this island who just\ndon't belong.\n\nOn KATE. And that flash of VULNERABILITY. Yeah -- He\nfucking NAILED her. But she meets his gaze. Takes a drink.\nAnd fires right back:\n\nKATE\nI never carried a letter around for\ntwenty years because I can't get\nover my baggage.\n\nAnd Sawyer goes cold. Locks that stare into her. But\ndrinks. Holds the stare for a beat, then:\n\nSAWYER\nI never killed a man.\n\nAnd there it is. After all this time. The handcuffs. The\ncase. The guns. The Marshal. It doesn't matter when he\nfound out, but he KNOWS.\n\n19 (CON T'D): (5) 19\n\nHe looks at her, for a reaction. SEES a flash of intense\nvulnerability, then covers it. She doesn't want to give him\nthe fucking satisfaction.\n\nAnd she drinks.\n\nON SAWYER. Not as surprised as we might expect him to be.\nBut what is surprising...\n\nIs that Sawyer drinks TOO. Drains his whole mini-bottle.\nAnd when he's done --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nWell, looks like we got something\nin common after all.\n\nAnd OFF this dark tableau --\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT TWO\n\nACT THREE\n\nINT. BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 20\n20\n\nOVER BLACK WE HEAR:\n\nFEMALE VOICE\nDon't come out. Don't make a\nsound.\nON A GUNSHOT we CUT IN to the FLASHBACK we saw at the\nbeginning of the Teaser: Young Sawyer's under the bed, we\nhear the quick succession of shots -- bang bang bang bang.\n\nAnd then SILENCE.\n\nPUSH IN on young Sawyer. He's terrified -- we hear his\nsharp, quick BREATHS. As he looks out from under his bed, we\nhear the sound of SOMETHING walking across the hardwood\nfloor. The boy's eyes go wide.\n\nHIS POV -- as the door to his room opens -- CREEAAK -- just\nlike we saw before...\n\nWHISPERED VOICE (O.S.)\nI was gonna pay...\n\nBut then, instead of boots, we see THE HOOVES OF A BOAR walk\nin through the bedroom door.\n\nKATE (O.S.)\n-- Sawyer --\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - MORNING 21\n21\n\nSawyer awakes with a start as Kate rousts him from his\nnightmare.\n\nKATE\nSawyer --\n\nSAWYER\nWh-what --\n\nHe focuses, realizes he's been dreaming. He exhales, rubs\nhis eyes -- jesus christ...\n\nKATE\nYou okay?\n(beat)\nYou're shaking...\n\n21 (CON T'D): 21\n\nSAWYER\n(shakes head)\nI'm... fine... It was just a --\n\nOff his look we CUT WIDE TO REVEAL their camp has been\nRANSACKED. The entire contents of Sawyer's backpack are\nstrewn all about the area -- torn clothes, empty liquor\nbottles, food wrappers. It's a mess.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nI don't believe this...\n\nKATE\n(reluctant)\nYeah. There's... hoof marks\neverywhere and most of your stuff\nlooks like it's been... chewed.\n\nSAWYER\nLook at this!\n\nKATE\nI can't figure out how we didn't\nwake up --\n\nSAWYER\n(looking around, furious)\nIt ate all our stuff...\n\nKATE\nNo, it only destroyed your stuff.\nMy stuff's fine.\n\nShe points -- there's her backpack on the ground, completely\nintact. Sawyer's face darkens.\n\nSAWYER\nThat hog's gonna suffer, I swear to\ngod --\n\nAnd as he says that, they hear a rustling in the jungle.\nSawyer locks eyes at Kate -- Whip-fast, he yanks the gun from\nhis waistband, aims it just as\n\nLOCKE\n\nWalks right into their campsite. Backpack strapped to his\nshoulders. He's eating a piece of fruit, not bothered in the\nslightest.\n\nLOCKE\nMornin'.\n\n21 (CON T'D): (2) 21\n\nThey just stare at him -- what the fuck is he doing way out\nhere? Locke takes a bite of his fruit, surveying the mess\naround them. Then:\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nWhat happened to your campsite?\n\n22\n22 EXT. JUNGLE - MORNING - LATER\n\nCLOSE ON A TIN POT heating coffee over the fire. WIDEN OUT\nas Locke pulls the pot off, pours CUPS for himself and Kate.\n\nWhile they talk, Sawyer angrily walks around camp, picking up\nhis destroyed items --\n\nKATE\nSo what're you doing all the way\nout here, John?\n\nLOCKE\nLooking for salvage from the crash.\nTail came off over the water, so we\nwere losing pieces as we came in.\nI've been back-tracking the course.\n\nKATE\nFind anything useful?\n\nLOCKE\nThe occasional scrap of metal --\n(raises his cup)\n-- few bags of coffee. Stumbled\nacross your path about a mile back\n-- thought I'd say howdy.\n\nKate studies Locke for a moment. Maybe starting to feel that\nLocke ain't exactly telling the complete truth here. Then --\n\nSAWYER\nSONOFABITCH!\n\nSawyer throws down a T-SHIRT like it's on fire --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nIt peed on my damn shirt!\n(amazed almost)\nTook my shirt out of my pack and\npeed on it.\n(pointing at the shirt)\nI wore that shirt the day we came\nhere. Only piece of clothing that\nwas mine. And he peed on it.\n(MOR E)\n\n22 (CON T'D): 22\nSAW YER (CONT'D)\n(glares at Kate)\nAnd you say this ain't personal?\n\nKate shakes her head, turns to Locke --\n\nKATE\nHe's convinced the boar we're after\nhas a vendetta against him.\n\nLOCKE\nUh huh.\n\nSAWYER KATE\nThat's three! Three times he\nattacked me... -- Maybe it's got your scent.\nDoesn't like your cologne...\n\nSAWYER KATE\nI don't wear cologne.\n-- Yes you do.\n\nSAWYER\nYeah. Well...\n(fuck you)\nHe's got it in for me.\n\nKATE\nIt's just a boar.\n\nSawyer stares at Kate. Kate stares at Sawyer. Then --\n\nLOCKE\nMy sister Jeannie died when I was a\nboy. She fell off the monkey bars.\nBroke her neck.\n\nKate and Sawyer turn to Locke, both wondering what's gonna\njustify that segue --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nMy mother -- well, she blamed\nherself of course. Thought she\nshould've been watching closer.\n(beat)\nSo she stopped eating. Stopped\nsleeping. Then she just stopped\nspeaking all together. She'd just\nsit on the couch and stare off into\nspace. The neighbors started\ntalking -- afraid she might do\nsomething to herself, I guess.\n(takes a sip of his\ncoffee; savoring it)\n(MOR E)\n\n22 (CON T'D): (2) 22\nLOC KE (CONT'D)\nMmmmm. That's good.\n(then)\nAnyway, about six months after\nJeannie's funeral, this golden\nretriever comes padding up our\ndriveway, walks right into our\nhouse, sits down on the floor and\nlooks right at my mother there on\nthe couch. And my mother looks\nback at the dog. And after a\nminute of this -- them both staring\nat each other like that...\n(beat)\nMy mother burst into tears.\n\nKate looks to Sawyer, but he is absolutely RIVETED on Locke --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nBeautiful dog. No tags. No\ncollar. Healthy. And sweet. A\nlittle older than a puppy. About\nsix months, we figured.\n(and here it is)\nDog slept in Jeannie's old room on\nJeannie's old bed and stayed with\nus until my mother passed eight\nyears later. Disappeared back to\nwherever it was she came from in\nthe first place.\n\nLocke drains his coffee. Story ended. Sawyer still\ntransfixed, but Kate? Well, Kate's a pragmatist --\n\nKATE\nYou're saying the dog was your\nsister?\n\nLOCKE\nWell that would be silly.\n\nThen, he turns to Sawyer --\n\nLOCKE (CONT'D)\nBut my mother thought it was.\nThought Jeannie came back to let\nher know that it was okay. To tell\nher the accident wasn't her fault.\nTo let her off the hook.\n\nAnd Sawyer does not like Locke's gaze. Because somehow, it\ncan SEE right INTO HIM.\n\n22 (CON T'D): (3) 22\n\nAnd as twisted and bizarre as this parable is, we're most\ncertain that Sawyer is BUYING INTO IT --\n\nSAWYER\nSo whose fault was it.\n\nLOCKE\nSorry?\n\nSAWYER\nThe accident. On the monkey bars.\n\nLOCKE\nOh.\n(thinks; then)\nI don't know. Wasn't there.\n\nSAWYER\nThen who says your sister wanted to\nlet your momma off the hook?\n\nLocke considers this. Then --\n\nLOCKE\nWell I suppose if she hadn't...\n(beat)\nJeannie would've come back as a\nmuch meaner dog, wouldn't she?\n\nLocke smiles... but Sawyer doesn't take it as a joke. Not at\nall. And as we PUSH IN ON SAWYER we CUT TO:\n\nEXT. SHRIMP TRUCK - DAY - FLASHBACK 23\n23\n\nCLOSE ON a car door opening. Out steps Sawyer. And he's\nholding the .357 REVOLVER he purchased at his side. He puts\nit in his coat pocket.\n\nWIDEN TO REVEAL Sawyer is standing not far from a lonely\nSHRIMP TRUCK open for business on the side of the Australian\nbeach. Sawyer scans the area. Nobody is around except a\nsingle customer at the truck.\n\nAnd now Sawyer slowly starts walking towards it. His hand's\nin his jacket pocket, holding the gun.\n\nHe approaches the truck. Gets in line behind the remaining\nCUSTOMER. As he does so, he glances up toward the man\nworking at the counter and we see --\n\n23 (CON T'D): 23\n\nIt's him.\n\nThe guy who ruined Sawyer's life. The guy Hibbs showed us\nwith the picture in Act One. The Original Sawyer (but for\nthe sake of clarity, let's refer to him by his current alias,\n\"Duckett.\")\n\nDUCKETT's middle-aged. Sagging face. He has a sense of\ndanger about him -- a tough guy stuck behind the counter of a\nsecond-rate shrimp truck.\n\nON SAWYER -- his eyes are locked on Duckett. And as we HOLD\nON HIM, everything GOES QUIET.\n\nON DUCKETT -- he takes the money from the customer in front\nof Sawyer. Everything played silent.\n\nBACK ON SAWYER -- we see it play out on his face -- he's\nfound him. The man he's been looking foro his entire life.\n\nSawyer's so focused, in fact, that he fails to realize --\n\nDUCKETT (O.S.)\nHey -- pal --\n\nDuckett's talking to him.\n\nDUCKETT (CONT'D)\nOnly two choices -- shrimp in mild\nsauce and shrimp in hot sauce.\n\nSawyer snaps out of it. Swallows.\n\nSAWYER\nI'll go with the hot...\n\nDUCKETT\n(nods)\nHot it is...\n\nHe turns around, places a handful of shrimp in a basket,\ndrops the basket in boiling water. As he works, he speaks\nover his shoulder:\n\nDUCKETT (CONT'D)\nFellow American, huh?... Good for\nyou. You missed the lunch rush.\n\nSawyer looks to his left -- EMPTY BEACH. He looks to his\nright -- EMPTY BEACH. They're alone.\n\n23 (CON T'D): (2) 23\n\nDUCKETT (CONT'D)\nWhereabouts you from?\n\nHe stares at Duckett's back. Keeping his eyes locked on him.\n\nSAWYER\nTennessee...\n\nBut as Sawyer stares at him, we see his eyes start to waver.\nSomething's wrong...\n\nDUCKETT\n(nods)\nLove the South. Miss the southern\nwomen.\n\nNow that Sawyer's in the moment, he's having second thoughts.\nBecause it's not that easy to kill a man. And we see it play\nout on his face.\n\nDUCKETT (CONT'D)\nYou in Australia long?\n\nSAWYER\nNot really.\n\nSawyer wipes the rain out of his eyes. Duckett continues\nwith his business, pulling the shrimp out the water.\n\nDUCKETT\nWell -- fer what it's worth -- I\nrun a special here at the truck --\nhalf off for all Americans.\n\nHe turns around, faces Sawyer.\n\nDUCKETT (CONT'D)\nMy name's Frank, by the way.\n\nAnd we HOLD ON SAWYER -- what does he tell him? A beat,\nthen:\n\nSAWYER\n(quietly)\nJames.\n\nDuckett nods, turns back around.\n\nDUCKETT\nGood to meet ya, James.\n\n23 (CON T'D): (3) 23\n\nWE'RE CLOSE ON SAWYER -- on his face: the moment he realizes\nhe's not a killer. He looks down -- what am I doing?\n\nON DUCKETT, wrapping the shrimp up for sale.\n\nDUCKETT (CONT'D)\nOkay -- one shrimp in hot sauce\ncomin' right --\n\nBut as he turns back around, we reveal Sawyer's gone.\n\nDUCKETT (CONT'D)\n-- up...\n\nCUT TO:\n\n24\nEXT. BEACH - DAY\n24\n\nSayid's on the beach, diligently going over his MAPS.\n\nHURLEY (O.S.)\nYo Sayid --\n\nSayid looks up, finds Hurley approaching.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nCan I ask you a question?\n\nSayid nods -- of course.\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nDid you ever get like, Gulf War\nSyndrome?\n\nSAYID\n(with patience)\nThat was the other side.\n\nHURLEY\nOh. Right.\n\nSAYID\n(frowns)\nWhy do you want to know if I've had\nchemical attack-related illness?\n\nHURLEY\nBecau --\n(beat)\nThat's what Gulf War Syndrome is?\n\nSayid nods.\n\n24 (CON T'D): 24\n\nHURLEY (CONT'D)\nWhat's the one where you're all...\nshellshocked?\n\nSAYID\nPost Traumatic Stress Disorder.\n\nHURLEY\n(snaps his fingers)\nThat's it.\n(beat)\nDid you ever have that?\n\nSAYID\nAgain -- why do you ask?\n\nHURLEY\nI'm worried about Charlie...\n\nSAYID\nWhat's wrong with Charlie...\n\nHURLEY\nWell -- nothing.\n(off Sayid's look)\nThat's just it -- I mean, he killed\na man -- shot him four times in the\nchest -- and he's acting like he's\ntotally fine...\n\nAnd as Sayid takes this in --\n\nEXT. RIVER CREEK - DAY 25\n25\n\nCLOSE ON SAWYER, trekking with purpose through the jungle\npast a creek. Kate's a few steps behind him -- he seems to\nbe following the boar's tracks on his own.\n\nKATE\nYou don't believe him, do you?\n\nSAWYER\nMan says he's tracking wreckage,\nhe's tracking wreckage.\n\nKATE\nNo, I mean, about the boar...\n\n25 (CON T'D): 25\n\nSAWYER\n(shrugs)\nLet's just say it'll be fun to see\nwhat it comes back as in its next\nlife.\n\nKATE\nSawyer -- seriously --\n\nBut he's got that INTENSITY in his eyes -- he's barely paying\nattention as he presses onward.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nSawyer --\n\nShe stops in her tracks. Once he realizes she's no longer\nfollowing him, he turns, looks at her.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\nWhat are we doing?\n(beat)\nWe're miles from camp. Even if we\nmanage to find it, it weighs what?\nEight hundred pounds? There's no\nway we're going to be able to bring\nit back.\n\nSAWYER\nWho said anything about bringing it\nback?\n\nCLOSE ON SAWYER as he turns, continuing onward --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nWe're out here to kill it.\n\nINT. BAR - DAY - FLASHBACK 26\n26\n\nCLOSE ON SAWYER as he TOSSES BACK A SHOT of something dark\nand dirty --\n\nSAWYER\nAgain.\n\nWIDEN to find him bellied up to a BAR. Dingy. Sawdust on\nthe floor. Immediately get the feeling that we are in the\narmpit of Sydney -- You come to this place to DRINK. Still,\nTHE AUSTRALIAN BARTENDER eyes Sawyer warily --\n\nBARTENDER\nYou sure about that, mate?\n\n26 (CON T'D): 26\n\nSAWYER\n(I'm fucking sure)\nAgain.\n\nOn Sawyer. ANGER. SELF-LOATHING -- more than usual. And so\nthe bartender fills the shot glass again. That's when --\n\nVOICE (O.S.)\nYou tell him, cowboy. These\nbastards think Americans can't hold\ntheir liquor.\n\nThe VOICE comes from the man sitting at the bar next to him\n(who, at this point, is out of frame.) Sawyer glances at\nhim, then tosses back his shot --\n\nSAWYER\nAgain.\n\nThis time, the Bartender fills the glass without protest as\nThe VOICE (does it sound somehow familiar?) comes again --\n\nVOICE (O.S.)\nHate to put my hand out -- but I\ncan't seem to find my wallet. Any\nway you could...?\n\nSAWYER\n(to the bartender)\nSet him up.\n\nIn the FOREGROUND, the Bartender sets up a glass. POURS. A\nHAND reaches in (okay, why aren't we SHOWING this guy?),\nfolds around it, APPRECIATIVE --\n\nVOICE (O.S.)\nI drink to you. What's your name,\ncowboy?\n\nSAWYER\nSawyer.\n\nThe hand raises the GLASS --\n\nVOICE (O.S.)\nTo Sawyer. May he find whatever\nhe's looking for at the bottom of a\nglass.\n\nAnd this -- hopefully -- is one of those moments where people\nlose their FUCKING MIND. Because we follow the glass up to\nthe lips of...\n\n26 (CON T'D): (2) 26\n\nCHRISTIAN SHEPHARD. Jack's father.\n\nAnd for the loyal fans of the show with an astute enough\nmemory, we're probably realizing right now that this might be\nShephard's last day on Earth.\n\nFor the rest of us? Well, we'll figure it out eventually.\n\nSHEPHARD\nSo, Sawyer -- what brings you to\nSydney?\n\nSAWYER\nBusiness.\n\nSHEPHARD\nThree PM on a Tuesday afternoon and\nyou're throwing back bourbon.\n(smiles)\nThat's my kind of business.\n\nSAWYER\nWhat brings you to Sydney?\n\nSHEPHARD\nFurthest I could run.\n(beat; then)\nKnow why they call Australia \"Down\nUnder?\" `Cause it's as close to\nhell as you can get without getting\nburned.\n\nSawyer actually SMILES at that one. If this guy only knew.\nTo the Bartender --\n\nSAWYER\nHow about you leave the bottle,\nSlim.\n\nThe Bartender obliges. Sawyer pours two more shots.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nWhat's your handle -- back in the\nStates?\n\nSHEPHARD\nI...\n(downs the shot)\nWas a Chief of Surgery.\n\n26 (CON T'D): (3) 26\n\nSAWYER SHEPHARD\nWas?\n-- Was.\n\nSAWYER\nSo we're in hell, huh?\n\nSHEPHARD\nNot in. Just close. Or maybe on\nour way.\n\nSawyer shakes his head --\n\nSAWYER\nSpeak for yourself.\n\nSHEPHARD\nDon't let the air conditioning fool\nyou, son. You're here, too. And\nyou're suffering.\n\nON SAWYER. Bingo. And Shephard knows it.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nHey -- Don't beat yourself up about\nit. It's fate. Some people are\nsupposed to suffer. It's why the\nRed Sox'll never win the damn\nSeries -- They're made to suffer.\n\nSAWYER\n(defiant)\nI ain't made to do anything.\n\nSHEPHARD\nOkay. Then let me ask you\nsomething, Sawyer -- Do you have\nthe means to end it?\n\nSAWYER SHEPHARD\nWhat the hell are you --?!?\n-- Your suffering. Do you\nhave the means to put it to\nrest? Make it go away?\n\nSawyer is NAILED again. His look says it all.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nYeah. Me too.\n(drinks)\nBut we don't end it, do we?\n\n26 (CON T'D): (4) 26\n\nShephard slides a little closer. And this does NOT play\ndrunk. In fact, it's extremely lucid. Plain. And SAD.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nI have a son -- about your age.\nHe's not like me. He keeps it\nsimple, does what's in his heart.\nA good man. Maybe a great one.\n(beat)\nRight now, he thinks I hate him.\nThat I feel betrayed by him. But\nwhat I really feel?\n(hard to say)\nIs gratitude. And pride. Because\nwhat he did to me? For me? It\ntook more courage than...\n(there isn't a word; so)\nThere's a payphone over there. I\ncould pick it up, call my son. And\nI could tell him all this.\n(beat)\nAnd I could tell him I love him.\n(beat)\nOne simple phone call and I could\nfix... everything. I could take\naway his suffering.\n\nON SAWYER. Taken by all this. Affected by it. So he asks\nthe question we all want the answer to --\n\nSAWYER\nWhy don't you?\n\nAnd Shephard knows the answer instantly --\n\nSHEPHARD\nBecause I'm weak.\n\nShephard picks up the bottle now. Pours two more.\n\nSHEPHARD (CONT'D)\nYou close with your father?\n\nWE'RE CLOSE ON SAWYER as that question lands --\n\nSAWYER\nHe died when I was a kid.\n\nShephard nods. Then --\n\n26 (CON T'D): (5) 26\n\nSHEPHARD\nThis \"business\" you've got.\n(beat)\nWill it ease your suffering?\n\nSAWYER\n(thinks about it)\nYeah.\n\nSHEPHARD\nThen what are you doing here?\n\nSAWYER\nIt's not that simple.\n\nSHEPHARD\nSure it is.\n(downs his shot; then)\nUnless you want to end up like me.\n\nON SAWYER, wheels turning. What this stranger has just told\nhim begins to sink in. AND MAKES SENSE. His face hardens...\n\nSAWYER\nWhat's your name, Doc?\n\nSHEPHARD\nChristian.\n\nAnd Sawyer gets up, throws some BILLS on the bar. Turns to\nShephard, puts his hand out --\n\nSAWYER\nThank you, Christian.\n\nAnd as Jack's father shakes Sawyer's hand --\n\nSHEPHARD\nGood luck, Sawyer.\n\nINT. SAWYER'S CAR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 27\n27\n\nTHE CAR STOPS. No headlights. Windshield wipers SLAP\nagainst a POURING RAIN. Sawyer looks out the watery glass\nat the SHRIMP TRUCK, the lone beacon of light against the\ndark night.\n\nSawyer SEES the distant figure of Duckett in the truck\nworking. Sawyer opens the glove box, pulls out the .357.\n\nIn QUICK CUTS he SLAMS the magazine in place, ready to go,\nand stuffs it into his jeans.\n\n27 (CON T'D): 27\n\nHe throws the car door open and heads for the truck, walking\ntoward CAMERA, his face darkening with GRIM DETERMINATION...\n\nEND OF ACT THREE\n\nACT FOUR\n\nEXT. BEACH - DAY 28\n28\n\nTHWACK! A make-shift machete (made from a sharp piece of\naircraft metal with a wrapped handle) LOPS THE TOP OFF a\ncoconut husk.\n\nWIDEN to reveal Charlie using the machete. He's sitting on\nthe beach husking coconuts and stacking four or five finished\nones. He's working skillfully but without much enthusiasm.\n\nSAYID (O.S.)\nYou're developing quite a talent.\n\nCharlie looks up to see Sayid there.\n\nCHARLIE\nYeah well, you know, musical trends\nbeing what they are... who knows\nwhat'll be popular when we get back\nhome?\n(thwack!)\nNow I've got a skill I can fall\nback on.\n\nHe works the latest coconut from its husk and tosses it on\nthe pile. Sayid sits down next to him. Charlie turns and\nmeets Sayid's concerned stare.\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nOh, I get it. You're here to check\nup on me...\n\nSAYID\n(simple; but without any\njudgement)\nYou killed a man.\n\nCHARLIE\nA man who killed one of us, who\nkidnapped Claire -- who strung me\nup and left me for dead. He\ndeserved to die -- and I'd do it\nagain in a minute...\n\nTHWACK! Harder now with the machete. This whole little\nspeech comes out stronger than Charlie intended --\n\nCHARLIE (CONT'D)\nSo pardon me if I'm fresh out of\nbad feelings.\n\n28 (CON T'D): 28\n\nSayid nods. Then after a beat --\n\nSAYID\nWhen I was in the army in Tikirt,\nin Iraq, the man who lived next\ndoor was a policeman. One day his\ncar was rigged with a bomb. It\nwent off but it missed him -- it\nkilled his wife and two young\nchildren instead.\n(beat)\nThey caught the man who did it.\n(another beat)\nI volunteered to be on the firing\nsquad. And I did my duty without a\nsingle ounce of remorse.\n\nCharlie listens to Sayid, acting somewhat disinterested --\nbut the thing is, he's stopped work completely.\n\nSAYID (CONT'D)\nThen... for no reason, I started\nwaking up nights. Replaying what I\ndid in my mind.\n\nCHARLIE\nLooks like you're the one who needs\nchecking up on.\n\nSAYID\nWhat I'm saying is this: what\nhappened with Ethan will be with\nyou for the rest of your life.\n\nCHARLIE\nMeaning an impending lack of sleep?\n\nSAYID\nMore than that.\n\nCharlie now meets Sayid's eyes. They bore right into him.\nCharlie's try for a casual and slightly flippant attitude is\nproviding him literally no cover.\n\nCHARLIE\nAny suggestions?\n\nSAYID\n(simply)\nYou're not alone. Don't pretend to\nbe.\n\n28 (CON T'D): (2) 28\n\nOFF Charlie as that lands with more impact than he thought.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 29\n29\n\nSawyer and Kate trek through the jungle. They push through\nthe tangled vegetation, Kate scanning the ground ahead of\nthem, \"cutting for sign.\"\n\nThey are dirty, sweaty and breathing hard. Sawyer looks\naround at the dense, bleak jungle as they march forward.\n\nSAWYER\nI take comfort in knowing...\nsomeday this is all gonna be a real\nnice shoppin' complex or maybe an\nauto mall...\n\nKate is focused on something else. She veers quickly off\ntheir path onto a narrow sliver of trail.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nWhere ya goin'?...\n\nKate stops ahead on the trail because she's found something.\nShe waits for Sawyer to catch up. Which he does.\n\nKATE\nKnow what this is?\n\nSAWYER\nA hole in the mud?\n\nKATE\nA wallow.\n\nSAWYER KATE\nWhat the hell's a wa--\n-- A boar's wallow. It's his\nden, where he sleeps. And\nlook at the tree rubbings\nfrom his tusks.\n\nSAWYER\n(intent now)\nYou mean he's around here?\n\nKATE\nMaybe\n\nThat's when Sawyer hears a RUSTLING NOISE.\n\n29 (CON T'D): 29\n\nSAWYER\nHear that?\n\n29 (CON T'D): (2) 29\n\nSawyer rushes into the bushes following the noise. He's all\nAMPED UP. URGENT and INTENSE. KNOWING he's damn close to\nfinding the boar now.\n\nKATE\nWait --\n\nToo late. We hear RUSTLING, BRUSH CRASHING, BRANCHES\nSNAPPING -- and we HEAR Sawyer GRUNTING, SCRAMBLING --\n\nKATE SAWYER (O.S.)\nSawyer?!...\nGotcha!\n\nFollowed by an intense SHRIEKING HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAL. Kate\nstarts after him, but then the bushes part and Sawyer\nreemerges -- holding a BOAR PIGLET.\n\nKATE (CONT'D)\n(deadpan)\nI thought it'd be bigger.\n\nSAWYER\nFunny. Now we know daddy's gotta\nbe close by.\n\nSo Sawyer grabs the piglet's little leg and starts TWISTING\nIT. The piglet starts to WAIL LIKE A BANSHEE. SQUEALING and\nYELPING INSANELY.\n\nKATE SAWYER\nStop it Sawyer! What is the\nmatter with you?!\nHere PIGGY, PIGGY, PIGGY --!\nStop it! Damn it! Let it (twisting some more)\ngo! Over here, daddy!\n\nPUT IT DOWN -- RIGHT NOW! Where are ya?! `Cause we're\nright over here!\nI said PUT IT DOWN!\n\nShe tries to grab the piglet but Sawyer twists away from her,\nso Kate does the only reasonable thing she can do -- she\nKICKS SAWYER IN THE ACHILLES TENDON. Kicks him HARD.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nOWWW! What are YOU DOIN'?!\n\nIn his weakened state Kate GRABS THE PIGLET from his arms --\nand lets it go. The piglet hits the ground scrambling for\npurchase -- SQUEALING like crazy -- and SCURRIES OFF fast as\nits little legs can carry it into the bushes.\n\n29 (CON T'D): (3) 29\n\nKATE SAWYER\nYou're SICK!\nI didn't hurt it!\n\nShe starts to storm off.\n\nKATE\nWe're done. Game over.\n\nSAWYER\nWhat are you talkin' about?! --\n\nKATE\nFind your own way back.\n\nSAWYER\nNo problem.\n\nAnd she strides away, angry as hell. OFF Sawyer, pissed,\nwatching her go, but still on this fucking mission.\n\nEXT. SHRIMP TRUCK - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 30\n30\n\nRAIN is still FALLING. Duckett is closing up his shrimp\ntruck. He hefts a large TRASH BAG, carries it to a nearby\nDUMPSTER.\n\nREVERSE to find Sawyer, waiting. Now he starts walking\ntowards Duckett. And he's different. No longer nervous. No\nlonger conflicted. His conversation with Jack's dad has him\nsteeled for what he has to do.\n\nAs Duckett hefts the garbage bag into the dumpster, Sawyer\nwalks up behind him --\n\nSAWYER\nSawyer --\n\nAnd as Duckett turns around --\n\nBAM -- Sawyer shoots him. Right in the stomach.\n\nDuckett DROPS. He lands on the ground, back against the\ndumpster. Not quite dead. Not yet.\n\nSawyer kneels down next to him. Duckett gasps, shock\nsplashed all over his face.\n\nSawyer calmly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his\nLETTER (last seen in episode 106.)\n\n30 (CON T'D): 30\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nI got a letter for you...\n\n30 (CON T'D): (2) 30\n\nDuckett squirms on the ground, holding his stomach, life\ndraining out of him. He looks at his hands -- they're\ncovered in blood.\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n\"Dear Mr. Sawyer -- \"\n\nDUCKETT\n(coughing)\nWho --\n\nAnd that's enough to give Sawyer pause.\n\nSAWYER\nYou used to go by the name\nSawyer...\n\nDuckett shakes his head, losing focus.\n\nDUCKETT\nThe hell you talkin' about...\n\nHe coughs, looks at his hands again.\n\nDUCKETT (CONT'D)\nYou didn't have to --\n(beat)\nTell Hibbs I would've...\n\nAnd as soon as Sawyer hears \"Hibbs\" his face drops.\n\nSAWYER\nYou know Hibbs?\n(beat)\nHow do you know Hibbs?\n\nBut Duckett's almost gone.\n\nDUCKETT\nTell Hibbs I would've paid him...\n\nSAWYER\n(putting it together)\nYou borrowed money from Hibbs...\n\nDuckett coughs, looks at Sawyer.\n\nDUCKETT\nYou don't know what you're doing,\ndo you...\n(glassy eyed)\nIt'll come back around.\n\n30 (CON T'D): (3) 30\n\nAnd as he dies, he whispers his final words:\n\nDUCKETT (CONT'D)\nI was gonna pay...\n\nSawyer stares at Duckett.\n\nAnd we see it play out on his face: He's been fucking conned.\n\nAnd we're CLOSE ON Sawyer when the horror of the full-\nrealization hits him: he's now a cold-blooded killer.\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DAY 31\n31\n\nSawyer spins around 360 degrees, realizes he's fucked out\nhere by himself. He makes up his mind, jams off through the\njungle after Kate, pissed but exasperated that she deserted\nhim.\n\nSAWYER\nKate!\n\n32\nEXT. MORE JUNGLE - DAY - CONTINUOUS\n32\n\nSawyer strides into a more open area, looks around, trying to\nfollow the direction she took -- but hell -- he doesn't know\n-- and she's nowhere in sight.\n\nSAWYER\nC'mon, Kate! Where are y--?\n\nSuddenly, he stops short. Even backs up a step or two\nbecause standing right in his path is the fucking BOAR. That\nbig one. The one he's been hunting.\n\nSawyer draws his gun.\n\nThe boar doesn't move -- doesn't go anywhere. Instead, its\nhead turns and A BIG BROWN EYE stares over at Sawyer.\n\nSawyer, looks out over his outstretched gun, stares right\nback at the boar.\n\nNow we see KATE step INTO VIEW, behind Sawyer. But he\ndoesn't see her.\n\nInstead, for the longest moment Sawyer and the fucking boar\nhave a STARE-OFF. They look at each other.\n\nAnd from the intense expression on Sawyer's face we're just\nwaiting for him to pull the trigger...\n\n32 (CON T'D): 32\n\nBut he doesn't. Instead he lowers the gun.\n\nThe BOAR waits a final beat, watching him, then turns and\nwalks off into the brush.\n\nSawyer stands there, gun hanging down at his side, trying to\ncollect himself.\n\nNow he senses something -- turns to see Kate watching him.\nSEES that she saw the whole thing -- and in her face is an\nappreciation for what he just did. Except Sawyer DOESN'T\nWANT IT. He walks right back past her. Meets her eyes for\nonly the briefest of moments to say --\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\n(shrugs)\nIt's just a boar.\n(as he goes)\nLet's get back to camp.\n\nKate takes this in then walks after him, drawn toward this\ncomplicated, troubled soul. Because she is one herself.\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nEND OF ACT FOUR\n\nACT FIVE\n\nEXT. JUNGLE - DUSK 33\n33\n\nFIND Kate and Sawyer walking back out of the jungle and onto\nthe beach.\n\nKATE\n...a deal's a deal.\n\nSAWYER\nThe deal was for toiletries --\n\nKATE\n\"Carte blanche.\" Whatever I want.\nAnd I want the gun.\n\nAnd now we see they are being observed by Jack, much further\ndown the beach. Way out of earshot, and they do not see him,\nbut he SEES them returning together and takes note.\n\nBACK ON SAWYER AND KATE\n\nSAWYER\nI didn't kill the damn hog --\n\nKATE\nI said I'd help you find it. We\nfound it.\n\nSawyer stops in his tracks, realizing something.\n\nSAWYER\nJack asked me for the gun two days\nago...\n(beat, cold)\nThat why you came on this trek --\nto do your doctor boyfriend a\nfavor?\n\nShe meets his gaze, not giving him an inch.\n\nKATE\nYou needed help. I helped. You\ndon't like the deal?\n(beat)\nNot my problem.\n\nAs Sawyer stares at her, jaw set, mulling this.\n\n34\n34 EXT. BEACH - DUSK\n\nWe're ON CLAIRE as she watches DOWN THE BEACH --\n\n34 (CON T'D): 34\n\nWalt and Vincent are running through the shallows of the\nocean. Laughing. PLAYING. Michael is there also, now\nadding decking to connect his bundled bamboo pontoons. (Or\nwhatever appropriate advancements we see in the raft\nconstruction.)\n\n34 (CON T'D): (2) 34\n\nBeyond them, JIN and SUN are working together making\n(repairing or adding to) Jin's fishing net. They are\ncomfortable, working in tandem. Make small talk to\nthemselves.\n\nBACK ON CLAIRE -- Hand on her belly, brow furrowed. This is\nA JOY she is trying to connect to.\n\nCHARLIE\nHey.\n\nClaire turns to see CHARLIE.\n\nCLAIRE\nHey.\n\nCHARLIE\nWanna go for that walk?\n\nClaire looks at him. Sees him trying to reestablish their\nconnection.\n\nCLAIRE\nSure.\n\nHe helps her up and they walk off together down the beach --\n\n35\n35 EXT. OUTSIDE THE VALLEY - DUSK\n\nAS JACK moves some gear, we hear a voice behind him say:\n\nSAWYER (O.S.)\nStick `em up.\n\nJack turns around, FINDS SAWYER, his gun actually pointing up\nat Jack from his hip. OUTLAW STYLE. Jack regards him, then:\n\nJACK\nYou trying to be funny?\n\nSAWYER\nYeah. But I was fresh out of pies\nto throw atcha.\n\nAnd we sit in this tableau for just a few moments longer.\nDespite the smile on Sawyer's face, it's TENSE. And it's a\nreminder that these two are not big fans of one another.\n\nFinally, Sawyer turns the gun around, extends it to Jack --\nwho, to say the least, is SURPRISED by the gesture --\n\n35 (CON T'D): 35\n\nSAWYER (CONT'D)\nHere ya go, Sheriff.\n\nJACK\nI asked you for this two days ago --\n\nSAWYER\n-- and I told you to stick it.\n(beat)\nGuess I had a change of heart.\n\nSAWYER turns, starts heading out of the cave. We're on him\nas we see Jack in the background ask:\n\nJACK\nWhat'd she give you?\n\nSawyer turns around, locks eyes with him.\n\nSAWYER\nSorry?\n\nJACK\n(don't fucking play with\nme, asshole)\nKate. What'd she give you?\n\nSawyer considers this. Reads a hint of Jack's jealousy here.\nAnd then? He GRINS --\n\nSAWYER\nNothin' she wasn't willing to part\nwith.\n\nJack shakes his head. Not gonna take the bait. Turns his\nback on Sawyer, resumes with his gear --\n\nSawyer's grin WIDENS, pleased with himself as he again turns\nto go -- And he BARELY hears Jack mutter to himself --\n\nJACK\nThat's why the Sox'll never win the\nseries.\n\nTurns back --\nSawyer freezes.\n\nSAWYER\nWhat'd you just say?\n\nJack keeps his back to Sawyer, continuing with his GEAR --\n\n35 (CON T'D): (2) 35\n\nJACK\nHuh?\n\nSAWYER\nWhat'd you just say?\n\nJACK\nI said \"That's why the Red Sox will\nnever win the Series.\"\n\nSAWYER\nWhat the hell does --?!?\n\nJACK\nSomething my dad used to say. So\nhe could go through life knowing\npeople hated him. Instead of\ntaking responsibility, he put it on\nfate. Said he was made that way.\n\nON SAWYER as the synapses fire. Connections are made.\nRevelations are realized. He can't fucking believe it.\n\nSAWYER\nYour daddy -- He a doctor, too?\n\nJACK\nHe was. He's dead.\n\nThen it occurs to Jack that he's actually having this\nconversation with Sawyer. He stops, turns back to him --\n\nJACK (CONT'D)\nWhy do you want to know about my\nfather?\n\nAND WE HOLD ON Sawyer for a LONG BEAT -- REAL LONG. And\nhere's his opportunity to let Jack off the hook. To end his\nsuffering. To tell Jack his father didn't blame him for what\nhappened. To tell him his father did take responsibility for\nhis actions. To tell Jack his father LOVED HIM.\n\nAnd finally --\n\nSAWYER\nNo reason.\n\nOh. Fuck.\n\nAnd ON SAWYER -- wondering how he can have more compassion\nfor a fucking boar than he can for this man...\n\n35 (CON T'D): (3) 35\n\nBut if he's gonna suffer? So is everyone fucking else.\n\nAnd as he turns away from Jack and WALKS OFF --\n\nCUT TO BLACK:\n\nTHE END"
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