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                                           LOST
          
                                    "Hearts and Minds"


                                        Written by    

                          Carlton Cuse & Javier Grillo-Marxuach

          
          

          
          
                                           ACT ONE
          
              FADE IN:
          
              EXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO NEW BEACH - DAY                            5
          5
          
              JACK walks the path from the NEW BEACH toward the caves.     As
              he walks, Hurley catches up with him.
          
                                    HURLEY
                          So... Jack.
          
                                    JACK
                          So... Hurley.
          
                                    HURLEY
                          Something... kinda important I been
                          meaning to ask ya about...
                              (clearly embarrassed)                                 
                          Anything I tell you... it's                               
                          Doctor/Patient stuff --                                   
                          confidential right?                                       
          
                                                                                    
              Jack just looks at Hurley.      Of course.
          
                                    HURLEY (CONT'D)
                          Okay -- Thing is? I haven't really                        
                          been feeling too great...
          
                                    JACK
                          What's the matter?
          
                                    HURLEY
                          It's sort of like... my stomach?
                          I've got some major... digestive
                          problems...
          
              Jack nods, falling into DIAGNOSTIC MODE. Throughout the
              following, Hurley keeps PICKING LEAVES. Feeling their
              textures, keeping some, discarding others.
          
                                    JACK
                          What have you been eating?
          
                                    HURLEY
                          Just some bananas... mangos...
                          papayas... guavas... passion
                          fruit... coconut...
                              (thinks)
                          ...and some of those weird star
                          fruit from up on the hill. Someone
                          said they were good for digestion.
                          But lemme tell ya... they lied.
          
          
                                                                                    
          
          5   (CON T'D):                                                        5
          
          
                                  JACK
                        It might help if you had some more
                        protein in your diet.
          
                                  HURLEY
                        Dude... What can I do? There's no
                        boar. No boar, no protein.
          
                                  JACK
                        You can eat fish.     Jin's catching a
                        lot of `em.
          
                                   HURLEY
                                  That guy has it in for me.
                        No way.
          
              Jack gives Hurley a look.     Laughs good-naturedly.
          
                                  JACK
                        C'mon, Hurley --
          
                                  HURLEY
                        I'm not kidding. He offered me
                        something to eat right after we --
                        you know -- got here. The thing
                        with the spikes.
          
                                  JACK
                        Sea urchin.
          
                                  HURLEY
                        Yeah, sea urchin. I turn him down
                        and it's like I soiled his family
                        honor or something. He hasn't
                        looked me in the eye since. Guy
                        holds some kinda serious grudge.
          
              Hurley STOPS. Suddenly panicky. Fiddles with the pile of
              leaves in his hand -- which Jack notices for the first time --
          
                                  JACK
                        You're not eating those, are
                        you...?
          
                                   HURLEY
                        Dude.   These are not for eating.
          
              The change of expression completely overtakes Hurley's face.
          
                                     HURLEY (CONT'D)
                        Excuse me.
          
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
          5   (CON T'D): (2)                                                  5
          
          
              And with that, Hurley runs off into the bushes. As Hurley
              scurries off to do his business, now Jack gets what the
              leaves are for. Jack continues on down the path.
          
              EXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO NEW BEACH - FURTHER AHEAD - DAY           6
          6
          
              KATE is bending down gathering something from the jungle,
              putting it into a towel bag.
          
              Jack SEES HER as he walks along the jungle path.      He stops to
              watch her.
          
              She moves along, collecting more stuff. He follows, keeps
              watching her. Moving in tandem -- until --
          
                                  KATE
                            (without ever looking up)
                        I see you there, y'know.
          
              Jack plays it off. They are tentative at first.      Seeing
              where they stand with each other.
          
                                  JACK
                        I wasn't hiding.
          
              He moves closer to her, still curious.      What's she up to?
          
                                  JACK (CONT'D)
                        I just didn't want to disturb you
                        from doing... whatever it is you're
                        doing...
          
                                  KATE
                        It's not like it's a secret.
          
                                  JACK
                        Hard to tell with you.
          
              Kate shoots Jack a sour look -- Jack decides maybe today's
              not the day for this and gives in. He moves over to her.
              This woman is magnetic to him -- despite their issues. He
              sees what she's holding.
          
                                  JACK (CONT'D)
                        Oh, gross little greyish yellow                            
                        things.                                                    
          
                                  KATE
                        Passion fruit seeds.
          
                                  JACK
                        What are those for?
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          6   (CON T'D):                                                  6
          
          
                                  KATE
                        I'll show you... if you wanna see.
          
              Kate smiles, and heads deeper into the jungle.
          
                                  KATE (CONT'D)
                            (simply, no innuendo)
                        Follow me...
          
              Intrigued now, Jack walks after her...
          
                                                                          7
          7   EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
              Jack follows Kate through the jungle --
          
                                  JACK
                        Please tell me you found a coffee
                        bar.
          
                                     KATE
                        Not quite.
          
              Into an OPEN CLEARING where they find --
          
              A GARDEN. Nothing's growing yet, but seeds are being
              planted, by SUN, in neatly arranged rows. Sun looks up, sees
              Jack and smiles modestly.
          
              And although it's just a start, we are struck - along with
              Jack - that this garden, this GROWING OF FOOD, is a symbol of
              the castaways taking another step in CULTURE BUILDING.
          
                                  JACK
                        Wow...
                            (to Kate)
                        When did you do this?
          
                                  KATE
                        I didn't. It's all Sun. I
                        wandered into this place yesterday
                        when I was out picking fruit.
          
                                  JACK
                            (over to Sun)
                        This is beautiful.   It's great.
          
                                  KATE                                         
                        She's got herbs and some lowgrowing                    
                        stuff over here. And she's...                          
                        starting a grove over there...                         
          
          
          
          
                                                                                  
          
          7    (CON T'D):                                                  7
          
          
               Sun gives Jack a little smile and nod of appreciation,
               pretending she doesn't get the words but gets the intent.   Of
               course, LOST's loyal followers know otherwise.
          
               He wanders around looking at the rows.
          
          
          
          
                                                                                
          
          7   (CON T'D): (2)                                             7
          
          
                                  JACK
                        This is smart. With the boar                           
                        running out, we're gonna need all                      
                        the food we can get.
          
                                  KATE
                        Maybe it's not running out.
          
                                  JACK
                        What do you mean?
          
                                  KATE
                        Maybe Locke's just decided not to
                        catch `em for us anymore.
          
              Jack throws her a look -- is she kidding?
          
                                  JACK
                        Why would he do that?
          
                                  KATE
                            (shrugs)
                        Lotta mouths to feed. If the
                        boar's thinning out, why should he
                        feed everyone else at his own
                        expense.
          
                                               She must be kidding.
              Jack shakes his head, smiles.
          
                                  JACK
                        You've got yourself some trust
                        issues there, don't you, Kate?
          
              She smiles back --
          
                                  KATE
                        Yup. And in a few weeks, I'll have
                        trust issues and lettuce.
          
              And with that, Kate kneels down and gets to plantin'. And as
              we LINGER on Jack -- thinking about what she said -- his
              smile compromised by seeds of DOUBT...
          
              EXT. JUNGLE - HATCH CLEARING - DAY                          8
          8
          
              Locke and Boone have cleared the area around the hatch.   The
              rectangular hatch is SURROUNDED and ENCASED IN --
          
                                  BOONE
                        I think it's cement.
          
          
          
          
                                                                                 
          
          8   (CON T'D):                                                   8
          
          
              Boone is fixated and fascinated, walks around staring at the      
              hatch from various angles.                                        
          
              Locke sits nearby, completely FOCUSED on the hatch as he goes     
              about mixing a FUNKY DARK PASTE in a WOOD BOWL, mashing in        
              some jungle herbs. Boone takes notice --                          
          
                                  BOONE (CONT'D)                                
                        What is that?                                           
          
                                  LOCKE                                         
                        Hmmm?                                                   
          
                                  BOONE                                         
                        In the bowl? What is that stuff?                        
          
                                  LOCKE
                        It's for later.
          
              That's all he's getting. So Boone settles down next to            
              Locke. Locke continues to stare at the hatch. Finally,            
              after a few beats --                                              
          
                                  BOONE
                        So... not to be difficult or
                        anything but... we've been coming
                        out here for two days and... just
                        staring at this thing. I don't get                      
                        what we're supposed to be doing.
          
                                  LOCKE                                         
                        Ludovico Buonaratti.                                    
          
                                  BOONE                                         
                            (uh...)                                             
                        What?                                                   
          
                                   LOCKE                                        
                        Michelangelo's father. He was a                         
                        wealthy man who had no                                  
                        understanding of the divinity in                        
                        his son. So he beat him. No child                       
                        of his was going to use his hands                       
                        for a living.                                           
                            (beat)                                              
                        So Michelangelo learned not to use                      
                        his hands.                                              
          
              On Boone, wondering where this is going.   PUSHING IN on Locke    
              as he continues --                                                
          
          
          
          
                                                                                 
          
          8   (CON T'D): (2)                                                8
          
          
                                  LOCKE (CONT'D)                                 
                        Years later, a visiting prince came                      
                        into Michelangelo's studio to find                       
                        the Master staring at a single                           
                        eighteen foot block of marble. The                       
                        rumors he had heard were true --                         
                        that Michelangelo had come in every                      
                        day for the past four months,                            
                        stared at the marble, then gone                          
                        home for supper. So the prince                           
                                                                                 
                        asked him the obvious -- "What are
                        you doing?" And Michelangelo                             
                        turned around. Looked at him. And                        
                        whispered --                                             
                            (flawless Italian)                                   
                        Sto Lavorando.                                           
                            (smiles; then)                                       
                        "I'm working."                                           
          
              Locke finally takes his attention off the hatch, turns to          
              Boone, smiles --                                                   
          
                                  LOCKE (CONT'D)                                 
                        Three years later that marble block                      
                        was the statue of David.                                 
          
                                                  A long beat.   Then:
              Boone's like HUH, what the fuck?!
          
                                   BOONE
                        ...you're not... we're not gonna
                        stare at this thing for four
                        months, are we?
                            (then)
                        How are we gonna open it?
          
              Locke looks at Boone like he's finally getting the point.
          
                                  LOCKE
                        That's what we need to figure out.
                        That's why we're sitting here.
          
              Locke walks over and SQUATS DOWN next to the HATCH.
          
                                  LOCKE (CONT'D)
                        Because... how do you open a hatch
                        that has no handle. No latch. No
                        discernible way of opening it?
          
              Boone takes in THAT conundrum.
          
                                  BOONE
                        Maybe we should just knock.
          
          
                                                                                  
          
          8   (CON T'D): (3)                                               8
          
          
              It takes a long beat... but Locke finally turns to Boone and
              smiles at him. And off BOONE, we CUT TO:
          
              INT. SHANNON'S BUNGALOW - SYDNEY - DAY - FLASHBACK            9     
          9
          
              Boone KNOCKS on the door of a modest and funky rental.     There    
              is even a rental sign in the window.
          
              The door swings open to reveal a guy named BRYAN, Australian,
              around 40, handsome, but with a dangerous edge. He gives
              Boone the once over.
          
                                    BRYAN
                        Yeah?
          
                                  BOONE
                        I'm looking for Shannon...
          
                                  BRYAN
                        And you are?
          
                                  BOONE
                        Her brother.
          
              Bryan doesn't get any friendlier. But he does swing the door
              open. Boone steps inside. And then Shannon appears from the
              other room getting ready to go out.
          
                                    SHANNON
                        Boone...?
          
              Shannon seems totally surprised to see him. It's weird.     No
              hugs. No greetings. Just a startled stare.
          
                                    BOONE
                        Shannon?    What's going on...?
          
                                  SHANNON
                        What do you mean?
          
              It's like she forgot that she ever called him.
          
                                  SHANNON (CONT'D)
                        What are you doing here?
          
              Boone isn't sure what to make of his sister's cautious, not
              too friendly behavior.
          
                                  BOONE
                        Fifteen hours. I was on a plane
                        for fifteen hours. "Good to see
                                  (MORE)
          
          
                                                                               
          
          9    (CON T'D):                                                      9
          
                                   BOONE (CONT'D)
                         you", "happy you're here".     How
                         about something like that?
          
                          SHANNON                             BOONE
               I'm just surprised --
                                                   You're surprised? How are
                                                   you -- You told me to --
          
               Shannon looks from Boone, to Bryan -- who stays fucking
               inscrutable -- then back to Boone.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         Listen, this isn't the best time.
                         Bryan and I, we're on our way out
                         to meet some friends, and we're                             
                         already like forty-five minutes
                         late...
          
               It's clear from Shannon's eyes that something is wrong, and
               her eyes plead this is neither the time nor the place to
               address it, not with Bryan standing here in front of them.
          
                                   SHANNON (CONT'D)
                         Why don't you call me tomorrow?
          
               She brushes her hair away to REVEAL a slight BRUISE on her
               forehead. Her hair falls back over it.
          
                                     SHANNON (CONT'D)
                         Please.
          
               OFF BOONE -- realizing that something is rotten here, but he
               is not going to be able to save his sister just yet.
          
                                   BOONE
                         ...'kay.
                             (beat... then:)
                         Enjoy your dinner.
          
               EXT. BEACH - DAY                                                10
          10
          
               JIN carries his fishing gear across the ocean side lava
               rocks, turns back -- what the hell? SEES Hurley scrambling
               after him.
          
                                      HURLEY
                         Jin!     Yo, Jin! Alto!
          
               Jin doesn't want anything to do with Hurley, but Hurley
               buttons him --
          
          
          
          
                                                                                    
          
          10   (CON T'D):                                                    10
          
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         Look. I know you don't like me.
                         `Cause of that sea urchin thing.
          
               Hurley takes a moment to catch his breath, Jin waiting
               impatiently.
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         And that's okay, dude. Because I'm
                         not asking for favors or anything.
                         I just need to know -- where do you
                         get the fish?
                             (pantomimes swimming fish)
                         Just point me in the right
                         direction. I'll take care of my
                         own business, with my own tools.
          
               Hurley holds up the spear he used in episode 102.   Mimes
               spearing fish.
          
               Jin BURSTS INTO LAUGHTER --                                         
          
                                   JIN
                             (in Korean, no subtitles)
                         I have no time for amateurs. Just                         
                         stay out of my way.
               Beat.                                                               
          
                                   HURLEY                                          
                         You just said something mean,                             
                         didn't you?                                               
          
               Jin LAUGHS again, walks off.    Hurley watches him go -- fine --  
               he'll do it himself.
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - HATCH CLEARING - DAY                            11
          11
          
               Locke and Boone pack up their shit, start humping it down
               their secret trail back to the camp.
          
                                   BOONE
                         We've got to tell them.                                   
          
                                   LOCKE                                           
                         Tell them what?                                           
          
                                   BOONE                                           
                             (isn't it obvious)                                    
                                                                                   
                         What we found -- y'know -- it.
          
               Boone's trying to keep up; Locke's walking fast.
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          11   (CON T'D):                                                  11
          
          
                                    BOONE (CONT'D)
                          They aren't going to keep believing
                          we're out here hunting if we never
                          come back with anything.
          
                                    LOCKE
                          They're not ready.
          
                                    BOONE
                          But -- I mean -- why not?
          
                                    LOCKE
                          Because they won't understand it.
          
                                    BOONE
                          ...I'm not sure I understand it.
          
                                    LOCKE
                          That's the problem.
          
               Boone finally gets to the heart of the matter for him.
          
                                    BOONE
                          Look, at least I need to say
                          something to Shannon.
          
                                    LOCKE
                          Why?
          
                           BOONE                              LOCKE
               What do you mean "why?"
               She's my --                      -- Why do you care about her
                                                so much?
          
               Boone stops.   Kind of... OFFENDED by this.
          
                                    BOONE
                          You don't... She's not always...
                              (a bitch)
                          You don't know her, man.                               
          
               A beat.   Then Locke shrugs, nonchalant --
          
                                    LOCKE
                          Fair enough.
          
                                    BOONE
                          She's been asking me what we're
                          doing out here. I can't keep lying
                          to her.
          
          
          
          
                                                                                    
          
          11   (CON T'D): (2)                                                 11
          
          
                                   LOCKE
                         You can't keep lying to her? Or
                         you can't stand the way she makes
                         you feel because you're lying to
                         her?
          
                                   BOONE
                             (beat, the fuck?)
                         Both. Whatever. Look, she can
                         keep a secret.
          
                                   LOCKE
                         You're sure?
          
                                   BOONE
                         Yeah, for sure--
          
                                   LOCKE
                         No, I mean are you sure you want to
                         do this?
          
                                   BOONE
                         I need to get her off my back.   She
                         keeps bugging me about this --
                         about you -- about this whole
                         thing.
          
               Boone looks over at him, awaiting his verdict.
          
                                   LOCKE
                             (finally)
                         You sure you've thought through the
                         ramifications...?
          
                                   BOONE
                             (beat, confused)
                         Yeah.
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Then so be it.
          
               And with that, Locke flips one of his knives into his hand
               and uses the BUTT END to viciously SLAM BOONE in the HEAD.
          
               Boone drops, folding to the ground. Locke stands over him
               with a look on his face that says he has a plan for this
               young man.
          
                                                             CUT TO BLACK:
          
          
                                    END OF ACT ONE
          
          
                                                                                    
          
          
          
                                          ACT TWO
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - DAY                                              12
          12
          
               Boone's eyes SNAP open --
          
               -- he tries to shake the miasma of confusion and pain from
               his head -- but he is still stunned from Locke's blow -- and
               as he tries to figure out what just happened --
          
               -- PULL OUT TO REVEAL Boone: tied to a tree -- in a strange
               configuration of ropes strung around its trunk and branches.
          
                                      BOONE
                         What th--?
          
               Boone scans the clearing -- finds what he is looking for:
          
                                     BOONE (CONT'D)
                         Locke!    LOCKE!
          
               ANGLE ON LOCKE -- sitting on a stump. Not answering -- not
               even turning. Holding the paste he was mixing earlier.
          
                                   BOONE (CONT'D)
                         What is this? What are you--
          
               But Locke just stares.    It is beyond creepy.
          
                                  BOONE (CONT'D)
                         -- hey! D'you hear me? Look at
                         me! Hey, you untie my right now!
          
               Locke slowly turns to look at Boone, then:
          
                                      LOCKE
                         Or what?
          
               Locke holds Boone's eyeline, unbending. Boone has no answer,
               so he breaks the stare -- his desperation growing:
          
                                   BOONE
                         Look, I promise -- I swear --
          
               But Locke says nothing.    Boone's desperation grows.
          
                                   BOONE (CONT'D)
                         I won't tell anyone about that --
                         hatch thing -- okay?
          
               Locke's tone is warm and tender -- a teacher, not a
               tormentor:
          
          
          
                                                                                    
          
          12   (CON T'D):                                                    12
          
          
                                    LOCKE
                         I'm doing this, Boone, because it's                       
                         time for you to let go of some                            
                         things. Because it's what's best                          
                         for you. And I promise --                                 
                             (beat)                                                
                         You're gonna thank me for this                            
                         later.
          
               And the look on Boone's face says what we're all thinking:
               Holy shit! This guy is fucking nuts!
          
                                   BOONE
                         Hey, you know what...? I don't
                         think this is best for me.
          
               Locke steps up to Boone, starts spreading the paste over the
               raw spot on Boone's head where Locke conked him.
          
                                   BOONE (CONT'D)
                         What is that stuff? -- What are you
                         doing?!
          
                                   LOCKE
                         An open wound out here? Without
                         treatment, it's gonna get infected.
          
               As if a fucking infection is Boone's problem right now.
          
                                    BOONE
                         What the hell are you talking
                         about, man? You're not leaving me
                         out here?!
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Whether you stay is up to you.                            
          
               Locke steps back.
          
                                   LOCKE (CONT'D)
                         The camp is four miles due west.
          
                                   BOONE                                           
                         What -- West? Which way is west?!?                        
          
               Locke just shakes his head -- EXACTLY.   And after a beat, he       
               turns. And walks away.                                              
          
               Boone strains against his ropes --                                  
          
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
                                                                 22.
          12     (CON T'D): (2)                                             12
          
          
                                     BOONE (CONT'D)
                           Hey!  HEY!!
                               (no response; Locke just
                                keeps walking)
                           Locke!
          
                 Locke turns back -- holding a knife -- Holy Shit! -- and
                 suddenly -- ZZZZZIP -- THWOCK! He THROWS THE KNIFE -- right
                 toward Boone -- who clenches his eyes shut as the knife
                 buries itself into the tree inches from his bound feet!
          
                                     LOCKE
                           You'll be able to cut yourself
                           free. Once you have the proper
                           motivation.
          
                 And with that Locke vanishes into the jungle.
          
                 Boone tries to free himself from Locke's rope contraption.
                 If Boone lowers his right arm toward the KNIFE -- the ropes
                 pull his left arm up BEHIND his back -- the way a cop or
                 bouncer would grab you to control you.
          
                 And that's Boone's exact situation. Because as he reaches
                 down for the knife with his right hand, his left arm is
                 PULLED UP BEHIND HIS BACK by THE ROPES causing him
                 excruciating fucking PAIN.
          
                                      BOONE
                           Agghhh!!
          
                                                                 TIME CUT TO:
          
                                                                            A13    
          A1 3   EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
                 CLOSE ON ONE OF THE MAPS TAKEN FROM ROUSSEAU. If it even is       
                 a map. We get the sense of geographical landmarks and the         
                 shape of what might be the island, but it's all GREEK to us.      
          
                 And now EVEN CLOSER on a CORK as what appears to be a SEWING      
                 NEEDLE is PUSHED through it. FOLLOWING the cork as it's           
                 placed in a TUPPERWARE CONTAINER filled with water as we --       
          
                 WIDEN to find --                                                  
          
                 SAYID on one knee beside the MAP and the container. Intense.  
                 He's WORKING. Pulls a gnawed PENCIL from behind his ear as --  
          
                 THE CORK with the needle begins to MOVE.    Finally SETTLES.      
          
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
                                                                22A.
          A13    (CON T'D):                                                  A13
          
          
                 Sayid makes a NOTATION on the map. Furrows his brow. Looks          
                 BACK the way he came. Checks the map again. Whatever it is          
                 he's doing, it's not making sense to him. And that's when --        
          
                 HE HEARS A SOUND.    RUSTLING.                                      
          
                 Sayid WHIPS AROUND -- Already getting up -- old training            
                 KICKING in because he's already got his KNIFE in his hand --        
          
                                                                                     
                 And Locke is standing there.
          
                                       LOCKE                                         
                           Hi.                                                       
          
                                       SAYID                                         
                           Locke.    I... didn't hear you.                           
          
                                     LOCKE                                           
                           Sorry -- sneakier than I give                             
                           myself credit for.                                        
          
                 Sayid's body instantly RELAXES.      He sheathes the knife --       
          
                                     SAYID                                           
                           What are you doing out here?                              
          
                                       LOCKE                                         
                           Hunting.                                                  
          
                 Sayid notices Locke is completely UNARMED.      Before he can       
                 comment --                                                          
          
                                     LOCKE (CONT'D)                                  
                           Left my knife with Boone.                                 
                               (smiles)                                              
                           He thought I should take the                              
                           afternoon off.                                            
          
                                       SAYID                                         
                           Boone.    Is hunting.                                     
          
                                     LOCKE                                           
                               (shrugs)                                              
                           Boy's eager to learn.                                     
          
                                     SAYID                                           
                           You think he'll catch anything?                           
          
                                       LOCKE                                         
                           Nope.                                                     
          
          
          
          
                                                                                      
          
                                                               22B.
          A13    (CON T'D): (2)                                            A13
          
          
                 Sayid SMILES -- charmed by Locke's honesty.    Locke notices      
                 the MAP, bends down over it --                                    
          
                                     LOCKE (CONT'D)                                
                           And what are you doing out here,                        
                           Sayid?                                                  
          
                              SAYID                             LOCKE
                 Orienteering. I'm trying to
                 make something of Rousseau's
                 maps, but --                     -- There's nothing to make?
          
                                      SAYID                                        
                           Exactly.                                                
          
                 Locke zeroes in on the NEEDLED CORK floating in the               
                 container. His eyes LIGHT UP as he taps it with a finger --       
          
                                     LOCKE                                         
                           You made a compass. I haven't seen                      
                           one of these since I was a Webelo.                      
          
                 NOTE: PRONUNCIATION -- "Wee--beh--low."                           
          
                                     SAYID                                         
                           What's a "Webelo?"                                      
          
                                      LOCKE                                        
                           Half way between a Cub Scout and a                      
                           Boy Scout.                                              
          
                                     SAYID                                         
                           And what does a Webelo do?                              
          
                                     LOCKE                                         
                           Gets badges mostly. Tying knots.                        
                           Identifying birds.                                      
                               (turns to Sayid; smiles)                            
                           I wasn't the most popular kid.                          
          
                 Sayid smiles back as Locke gets up --                             
          
                                     LOCKE (CONT'D)                                
                           Well. I'll leave you to it.                             
                               (then; as if it just                                
                                occurred to him)                                   
                           Oh -- Here...                                           
          
                 Reaches into his pocket and produces a full-on CAMPING            
                 COMPASS. All the bells and whistles --                            
          
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
                LOST     "Hearts and Minds"     (GOLDENROD)   12/9/04            22C.
          A13    (CON T'D): (3)                                          A13
          
          
                                     LOCKE (CONT'D)                                
                           Maybe this'll help your cause.                          
          
                 Sayid takes it, surprised --                                      
          
                                     SAYID                                         
                           Don't you need this?                                    
          
                 And as Locke heads back off into the jungle --                    
          
                                     LOCKE                                         
                           Not anymore.                                            
          
                 OFF Sayid, wondering what the hell that's supposed to mean...     
          
                 EXT. JUNGLE - LATER                                       13
          13
          
                 THE SUN is high and beating down in shafts of light through
                 the thick jungle.
          
                 Boone has been tied to his tree for a while now. He is
                 tired, sweating, and totally freaked out about his horrible
                 predicament.
          
                 He gathers his strength for another attempt. He reaches
                 down, and the ropes wrench his other arm up behind him, and,
                 by the way, he's still WAY SHORT of grabbing the damn knife.
                 Unable to take the pain, Boone stops -- Breathes hard --
                 SHOUTS OUT in wild FRUSTRATION...
          
                                     BOONE
                           HEEEEEELP!!!
          
          
          
          
                                                                                  
          
          
          
          
               INT. AUSTRALIAN POLICE STATION - NIGHT - FLASHBACK               14
          14
          
                                   MALCOLM                                            
                         Sorry, Mr. Carlyle... but I'm                                
                         afraid I can't help you.                                     
          
               A Bullpen. Typical Saturday night crowd -- drunk-and-
               disorderlies. Boone is GETTING ANGRY at an Australian POLICE
               DETECTIVE named MALCOLM, 30s, who regards Boone with curious
               detachment.                                                            
          
                                   BOONE
                         What do you mean, you can't help
                         me?!
          
                          MALCOLM                             BOONE
               Unfortunately, sir, we need a
               little more to go on.            --I don't understand! I'm
                                                reporting a crime here.
          
               Malcolm hovers, like all the best bureaucrats, right on the
               edge of being patronizing.
          
                                   BOONE (CONT'D)
                             (deep breath, centering)
                         Look, this is a cycle with her. My
                         sister is attracted to the wrong
                         kind of guy.
          
               Right then -- the doors to the bullpen CRASH OPEN and in come
               four UNIFORMED COPS wrestling with a drunken and fighting,
               belligerent AMERICAN.
          
               And since this is a cop station we might not think much of it
               -- until we notice that the DRUNK IS SAWYER!
          
                                   SAWYER
                         It was his bottle -- I just gave it
                         back to `im!
          
               Yes, Sawyer.   Sauced and STRUGGLING and YELLING.
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         Yo, Croc Hunter -- how come nobody
                         wants to hear my side of the
                         story?!
          
               Of course Boone doesn't know Sawyer yet so it means nothing
               to him. But we wonder, holy shit! What does this weird
               coincidence mean? Why is Sawyer here? Why is he under
               arrest by the Sydney P.D.? But those, my friends, are
               questions to be answered in another episode.
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          14   (CON T'D):                                                    14
          
          
               Sawyer is rushed right on through and out another set of
               doors -- into the HOLDING CELL AREA.
          
                                   MALCOLM
                         Now if that was her mate, see then
                         I could help you.
                             (off Boone's exasperation)
                         All right, let me finish taking
                         down your information.
                             (writing)
                         You were saying she's your
                         sister... Then why is her name
                         Rutherford and yours Carlyle, is
                         she married?
          
               Boone is getting progressively more and more annoyed.
          
                                    BOONE
                         She was...
                             (holy shit!)
                         ...but she's not married anymore --
                         and that has nothing to do with
                         this.
          
               And that's true because Shannon's former marriage is a STORY
               for a different episode of LOST.
          
                                   BOONE (CONT'D)
                         Rutherford was her dad's name.
                         Our parents got married when I was
                         ten and she was eight.
          
                                   MALCOLM
                         So she's your step sister.
          
                                   BOONE
                         That's right.                                             
                             (trying to drop names)                                
                         Maybe you've heard of my mother,                          
                         Sabrina Carlyle?                                          
                             (no)                                                  
                         She's got the largest wedding                             
                         business in the US -- and I'm                             
                         C.O.O. of the wedding clothing                            
                         subsidiary.                                               
          
               In other words, pal, I'm not a schmuck.   But Malcolm is not        
               impressed.                                                          
          
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          14   (CON T'D): (2)                                              14
          
          
                                   MALCOLM
                         Would you like to buy my wife's
                         wedding dress? Cost two thousand
                         dollars new and was only worn once.
          
               Boone looks over at him.
          
                                   BOONE
                         I just want somebody to pay this
                         guy a visit, that's all.
          
                                   MALCOLM
                         Mr. Carlyle, in the absence of
                         physical evidence or a direct
                         complaint from --
          
               Malcolm looks at his papers --
          
                                   BOONE
                         --Shannon--
          
                                   MALCOLM
                         --Shannon-- we can't just go
                         barging into people's apartments.
                         Sadly, we're the police but not the
                         dating police.
          
               And Off Boone's frustration...
          
               EXT. MARINA - LATER - FLASHBACK                              15     
          15
          
               Bryan has been working on a boat.     He comes off the deck onto    
               the docks to see --                                                 
          
               Boone, who approaches him, affecting a toughness he doesn't         
               truly possess.
          
                                    BOONE
                         Bryan.   We need to talk.
          
               Bryan looks up at Boone like he's never seen him before.
          
                                   BRYAN
                         And you are?...
          
                                   BOONE
                         Shannon's brother.     Boone.
          
                                   BRYAN
                         Oh, right...
          
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          15   (CON T'D):                                                         15
          
          
               Bryan turns and gives him a small opening where he's willing
               to listen.
          
                                   BOONE
                         I won't waste your time. Or mine.
                         I want you to break up with my                                 
                         sister.
          
                                   BRYAN
                             (you've gotta be fucking                                   
                              kidding me)                                               
                         What?...
          
                                   BOONE
                         I want you to end it.    Now.     Today.                       
          
               Bryan can't believe this -- he scoffs -- feeling NO THREAT
               here.
          
                                   BRYAN
                         Bugger off, mate.
          
               But Boone wasn't expecting this to be easy.      Which is why he         
               takes out his CHECKBOOK --                                               
          
                                    BOONE
                         What you don't understand, Bryan,
                         is that you'll be the third guy
                         I've paid to leave.
                             (beat)
                         You go to her house when she's not                             
                         there, you get all your stuff, and
                         you never have contact with her
                         again. Understood?
          
                                   BRYAN
                         You flew all the way over here...                              
                         to bribe me? I mean really-- What
                         are you doing?! Shannon's a grown                              
                         woman --
          
                                   BOONE
                             (unfazed)
                         And I'm going to give you twenty
                         five thousand U.S. dollars.
          
               This number gives Bryan pause.    Then --                                
          
                                   BRYAN
                         I love her.
          
          
          
          
                                                                                        
          
          15   (CON T'D): (2)                                                  15
          
          
                                        BOONE
                            How much?
          
               Bryan takes a long beat -- and maybe he does kinda love
               Shannon but obviously his love's not running THAT deep.
          
                                       BRYAN
                            My love for her...?
                                (beat)
                            Worth closer to fifty thousand.
          
               Boone looks at him. Accepting the fact that this is how much
               the "exchange" will cost him...
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - DAY                                               16
          16
          
               CLOSE ON Boone. His eyes are closed. He's resting his chin
               against his breastbone, letting the pain drain out of him --
               wondering how the fuck he is going to get out of this.
          
               That's when he hears something...
          
                                      SHANNON (V.O.)
                            SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEE!
          
               Oh my God!    Is that Shannon?!    His head snaps back up.            
               SHOUTS --                                                             
          
                                      BOONE
                            Who is that?!
          
                                      SHANNON (V.O.)
                                (far away)
                            Boone?!
          
                                        BOONE
                            Shannon!
          
               And Boone realizes Shannon is out here too! But NOT CLOSE BY
               because her voice is dampened by the THICK JUNGLE.
          
                                      BOONE (CONT'D)
                                (yells to her)
                            I'm tied up!!
          
                                        SHANNON (V.O.)
                            What?!
          
                                      BOONE
                            Can you get over here and --
          
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
          16   (CON T'D):                                                      16
          
          
                                     SHANNON
                         -- What?    I'm tied up too!
          
               And then we HEAR A HORRIBLE SOUND.
          
               MMMMMMMRRRRRRROOOOOOWWWWWR!
          
                                                        Yeah.    It's out here
               THE UNMISTAKABLE ROAR of THE MONSTER.
               too.
          
                                     SHANNON (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         BOONE!!!!
          
               And OFF BOONE'S HORRIFIED FACE, WE...
          
                                                                CUT TO BLACK:
          
          
                                     END OF ACT TWO
          
          
          
          
                                                                                    
          
          
          
                                        ACT THREE
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - DAY                                            17
          17
          
               Boone STRAINS against the ropes.
          
                                   BOONE
                         Hang on, Shannon, I'm coming!
          
               CLOSE ON BOONE -- his face beaded with sweat -- lined by the
               effort -- teeth clenched -- his sister calling out for him --
          
                                     SHANNON (O.S.)
                         BOONE!    HELP ME!
          
               Boone struggles, trying to find a way out that doesn't
               involve Locke's rope trap using the strength of one of his
               arms to rip the other off --
          
               -- but there's little time to think -- because from the
               deepest recesses of the jungle, the sound keeps getting
               louder --
          
               MMMMRRRRRROOOOOOWWWWWWRRR!
          
               The monster --
          
                                   SHANNON (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                         IT'S GETTING CLOSER --
          
               Galvanized by his sister's distress, Boone reaches once more
               for the knife. Finding the motivation Locke was talking
               about, he stretches down with his right arm causing his left
               arm to be HORRIBLY WRENCHED BEHIND HIS BACK.
          
               Boone YELLS OUT IN PAIN but keeps going now...
          
                                   BOONE
                         Eeeggghhhwwhhh!
          
               Forcing himself down, further and further, straining against
               the SEARING PAIN -- until finally he GRABS THE KNIFE, pulls
               it out of the tree below him.
          
                                     BOONE (CONT'D)
                         Agghhh!!
          
               He cuts himself free.   Takes off running, following Shannon's
               cries.
          
                                                                            18
          18   EXT. JUNGLE - FURTHER IN - DAY
          
               Boone races off across the jungle.
          
          
                                                                                  
          
          18   (CON T'D):                                                      18
          
          
                                   BOONE
                         Shannon!
                             (and again)
                         Shannon!!
          
               Calling out her name -- and heedless of the MONSTER'S ROAR
               coming from the jungle NEAR HIM. Shit! He's not even sure
               how close.
          
               CRASHING OUT through the BRUSH he finds Shannon, also tied to
               a tree.
          
                          SHANNON                            BOONE
               Boone -- thank God --
               -- Get me out of here --          I'm working on it -- he --
               please --                         how did --
          
               Boone starts CUTTING Shannon's bonds with the knife -- we're
               HANDHELD CAMERA here -- urgent, terrifying --
          
               MMMMMMRRRRRROOOOOOOOWWWRRRRRR!
          
                                   SHANNON
                         Oh my god --
          
               SWISH PAN from the JUNGLE back to our people: the monster's
               close. And coming closer.
          
                          SHANNON                            BOONE
               Hurry, Boone! Please...           Almost... done -- There!
                                                 Let's go!
          
               And the rope unravels as she's cut free.
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - PATH - CONTINUOUS                                 19
          19
          
               Boone and Shannon are running as fast as their legs will
               carry them -- pushing -- pushing -- on a MAD DASH through the
               jungle. The monster ROARING, tress SHAKING behind them as
               they make their way to --
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - DOWNHILL GRADE -- CONTINUOUS                      20
          20
          
               -- the two MOVE VERY FAST. Shannon can actually run. But
               something is becoming clearer with each passing second --
          
               -- even running fast, there's no outrunning this thing.
          
               Boone looks around frantically, assessing his options, SEES --
          
                                            Boone gets an idea.
               A BANYAN TREE -- Massive.
          
          
          
                                                                                  
          
          20   (CON T'D):                                               20
          
          
                                    BOONE
                         C'mon!
          
               He PULLS SHANNON with him toward the BASE OF THE TREE.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         What are you doing?
          
               No time to argue. The ROAR has become a THUNDERING DRONE --
               it's everywhere around them, thick and ominous --
          
                                   SHANNON (CONT'D)
                         We have to run!
          
               Boone grabs her --
          
                                    BOONE
                         Shut up!   In here.
          
               And he pulls her with him into a HOLLOW in the BANYAN TREE.
               There is just enough room inside the colossal trunk to
               protect them.
          
               INT. JUNGLE - BANYAN TREE - CONTINUOUS                    21
          21
          
               They huddle together. Boone doing whatever he can to obscure
               himself and his sister from view.
          
               And now the MONSTER is RIGHT THERE.
          
               Shannon looks very vulnerable. Boone calms her -- fingers to
               her lips. JUST AS the massive shadow of the beast passes
               over them, cuts the shafts of light coming down into the
               jungle.
          
               Is it past them?
          
               They get their answer. No -- because -- SLAM!! SLAM!!!
               The tree BUCKS. The Monster ROARS -- and is SLAMMING ITSELF
               AGAINST THE FUCKING TREE!!
          
               INT. SHANNON'S BUNGALOW - DAY - FLASHBACK                 22    
          22
          
               Shannon lets Boone inside. He enters quickly, pissed, having
               had enough -- she seems genuinely startled --
          
          
          
          
                                                                                
          
          22   (CON T'D):                                                  22
          
          
                                                              BOONE
                          SHANNON
               I thought you were coming       -- d'you have any bags?     Are
               later--                         you taking anything--?
          
                                   SHANNON
                         -- you should come back --
          
                                   BOONE
                         Shannon. We're getting out of this
                         country: are you taking anything
                         with you?
          
               But Shannon seems awkward -- as if something's not going
               according to plan -- and doesn't quite know how to react.
               And Boone stares at her, trying to figure this out.
          
                                   BOONE (CONT'D)
                         -- what the hell's going on?
          
                                   SHANNON
                         You were supposed to come later.
          
                                   BOONE
                         I'm not gonna sit in my hotel room
                         all day, let's do this, let's go.
          
               Just then, a SOUND -- Boone looks up -- and BRYAN enters --
               either from outside or a distant door or a staircase -- the
               important thing is that he was far enough away not to have
               heard any of the preceding.
          
               Suddenly Boone and Shannon are especially awkward.     Bryan,
               however, seems calm and confident.
          
                                   BRYAN
                         Oh... look at this.
          
                                   BOONE
                             (firm, quiet, to Shannon)
                         Let's go.
          
               But she doesn't move.
          
                                   BOONE (CONT'D)
                         ...it's okay. We can go.
          
               But there's another odd, motionless silence. Boone moves to
               Shannon -- takes her by the arm to usher her out -- but she
               resists -- and he stops, looking at her, puzzled -- then:
          
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          22    (CON T'D): (2)                                            22
          
          
                                    BRYAN                                         
                          Hey, mate, you don't get this yet?
                          What's what?
          
                Boone stops -- no, he doesn't... Boone looks at Shannon for a
                long, long beat. She tries to remain firm -- but her look
          
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          22   (CON T'D): (3)                                                22
          
               has such a trace of guilt that it begins to dawn on Boone
               (though it takes a while) just what the hell's happening
               here: Shannon and Bryan are in on this together.
          
               Boone stares in silence. It's a horrible betrayal. Shannon
               knew he would do whatever it took to rescue her. Shannon
               played him for the money.
          
                                    BOONE
                         This whole thing...?     This was a
                         set-up...?
          
                                   BRYAN
                         Don't get all bent, brother. She's
                         just getting what she's owed.
          
               Boone turns to Bryan -- a volcano about to explode -- Boone
               is still in shock, really -- but where the fuck does this guy
               get off?
          
                                   BOONE
                         -- what'd you say?!
          
                                    BRYAN
                         She told me your mum cut her off
                         after her daddy died. Kept all of
                         her father's money for herself.                           
                         Screwed over Shannon and used it to                       
                         start her business. Sweet mum you                         
                         got there.
                             (then)
                         I reckon this is just fair
                         recompense. Wouldn't you agree?                           
          
               But Boone just looks at Shannon -- suddenly replaying past
               events in his mind -- a fucking tumble of now-revised
               memories:
          
                                   BOONE
                         -- this isn't the first time, is
                         it? You've done this to me before,
                         you little bitch--
          
               Bryan puts his hands on Boone --
          
                                   BRYAN
                         That's enough.
          
               Boone makes his gamest effort to shove Bryan aside --
          
                                    BOONE
                         -- don't touch me, you lowlife
                         piece of--
          
          
                                                                                   
          
                 LOST                                            12/9/04          34.
          22     (CON T'D): (4)                                                22
          
          
                 BAM!    Bryan's PUNCHED BOONE -- and does it again and then
                 again   and it's swift and brutal. Bryan knows a thing or two
                 about   fighting and Boone is getting the shit kicked out of
                 him.    Boone doesn't even get a swing in.
          
                                        SHANNON
                             Stop it!   BRYAN! GET OFF HIM!!!
          
                 Boone falls to the floor -- but Bryan's on bar-fight
                 autopilot now -- Shannon throws herself on Bryan -- SCREAMING
                 and PULLING --
          
                                        SHANNON (CONT'D)
                             STOP!
          
                 -- Shannon finally pulls Bryan off him.
          
                 And all that's left is an ugly silence as the three catch
                 their breath and look at each other.
          
                 The thoroughly beaten Boone picks himself up -- looks at his
                 sister -- wipes his bloody lip --
          
                 -- and leaves.
          
                 OFF Shannon -- trading looks with Bryan -- then looking at
                 the closing door with remorse for what she has done.
          
                                                                               A23    
          A2 3   EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
                                       SAYID                                          
                             Which way do you think North is?                         
          
                 Find Sayid and Jack on the beach.     Away from the others --        
          
                                        JACK                                          
                             Sorry?                                                   
          
                                        SAYID                                         
                             North.   Which way?                                      
          
                 Jack studies Sayid -- he's serious.       Okay, he'll play along --  
          
                                       JACK                                           
                             Okay. Sun's gonna set over there,                        
                             so that'd be west. That makes                            
                             North...                                                 
          
                 Based on this logic (and it is sound), Jack POINTS off in the        
                 appropriate direction.                                               
          
          
          
          
                                                                                       
          
                LOST     "Hearts and Minds"      (SALMON)        12/13/04         34A.
          A23    (CON T'D):                                                 A23
          
          
                                     SAYID
                           Correct. That is where North
                           should be...
          
                 Sayid produces the COMPASS.   Holds it up next to Jack's
                 upraised ARM --
          
                 CLOSE ON THE NEEDLE -- Sayid now raises his OWN ARM to match
                 its direction -- about TWENTY FIVE DEGREES OFF Jack's guess-
                 timation --
          
                                     SAYID (CONT'D)
                           Yet that is North.
          
                                     JACK
                               (understandably confused)
                           I'm not --?
          
                                     SAYID
                           -- A minor magnetic anomaly might
                           explain a variance of two or three
                           degrees. Not this.
          
                 Okay, that's fucking weird.
          
                                     JACK
                           What're you saying, Sayid?
          
                                      SAYID
                           I am saying...
                               (beat)
                           This compass is obviously
                           defective.                                               
          
                                     JACK
                           Where'd you get it?   The compass?
          
                                     SAYID
                           Locke gave it to me this afternoon.
          
                                      JACK
                           Locke?   Where'd you see him?                            
          
                                     SAYID
                           About a mile East of here --                             
                           walking through the jungle.                              
                               (beat; then)                                         
                           At least I think it's East.                              
          
                 Sayid cracks a smile -- but that wasn't necessarily a joke.        
                 And OFF JACK, wheels turning --
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
                                                                  34B.
          
          
          
                INT. JUNGLE - BANYAN TREE - DAY                              23
          23
          
                CLOSE ON the dirty faces of Boone and Shannon peering out,
                listening intently to the now ordinary JUNGLE SOUNDS. Not
                wanting to MOVE A MUSCLE until they are fucking sure that the
                monster is gone.
          
                                    SHANNON
                              (barely a whisper)
                          Can we please get out of here?
          
                                    BOONE
                              (peers out, beat, quietly)
                          ...I think so...
          
                Shannon gives a look out herself as Boone slowly works his
                way out of the tree. She follows him.
          
                                    SHANNON
                          What did you do to him?
          
                                    BOONE
                          What did I do to who?
          
          
          
          
                                                                                 
          
          23   (CON T'D):                                                         23
          
          
                                   SHANNON                                              
                         Locke. What did you do to that                                 
                         psycho to piss him off?                                        
          
               And Boone KNOWS why.    But --                                           
          
                                   BOONE                                                
                         I didn't do anything.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         Oh -- so he did it because he was                              
                         bored? Why us? Why me? I know                                  
                         you and him are --                                             
          
                                   BOONE
                             (enough)                                                   
                         Let's just get back to camp.
          
               Boone looks around trying to figure out which way to go.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         Uh, scoutmaster? The path's over                               
                         here.
          
                                   BOONE
                         What path?! There is no path.
          
               And so he goes after her to see what she's talking about --              
          
               CLOSE ON SHANNON'S face -- as she stops dead in her tracks --            
               SEEING SOMETHING scary -- but we don't know what it is yet.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         Oh my God...
          
               Boone approaches alongside her. His mouth drops open as he
               sees it. CRANE UP BEHIND THEM to finally REVEAL --
          
               A HUGE SWATH OF FLATTENED JUNGLE.
          
               The path of destruction left behind by the monster.
          
               And it's a very scary sight.      OFF the two of them.                   
          
               EXT. BEACH - DAY                                                   24
          24
          
               Jack walks along the beach -- finds Locke -- sitting by the
               shore staring out at the ocean. Jack approaches him.
          
                                      JACK                                              
                         Any ships?                                                     
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
          24   (CON T'D):                                                      24
          
          
                                    LOCKE                                            
                         Not yet.   But I'm patient.                                 
          
                                   JACK                                              
                         Mind if I join you?                                         
          
                                   LOCKE
                             (gestures to sit)
                         Please...
          
               Jack sits beside him.   A few beats.    Then --                       
          
                                   JACK
                         Been awhile since you and I talked,                         
                         John.                                                       
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Well... you're a busy man.                                  
          
                                   JACK                                              
                             (smiles)                                                
                         So are you.                                                 
          
               Locke chuckles.   Touche.                                             
          
                                   JACK (CONT'D)                                     
                         Where's Boone?                                              
          
                                   LOCKE                                             
                             (doesn't miss a beat)                                   
                         Haven't seen him today.                                     
          
                                   JACK                                              
                         Yeah? You two have been attached                            
                         to the hip all week.                                        
          
               Jack doesn't need to finish the sentence.                             
          
                                   LOCKE                                             
                         Well let me check my hip, then.                             
                             (he does)                                               
                         Nope. No Boone.                                             
          
               Jack smiles -- but he doesn't really smile. He's no dummy,            
               and although he doesn't know what we know, he still feels             
               something... something just OFF.                                      
          
                                   JACK
                         How's the hunting going?
          
                                   LOCKE                                             
                         Between you and me?                                         
          
          
                                                                                     
          
          24   (CON T'D): (2)                                                24
          
          
                                   JACK
                         Always.
          
                                   LOCKE
                         The boar are learning out tactics.                        
                         I fear they're migrating outside                          
                         our valley. They're smart animals.                        
                         And smart animals adapt quickly                           
                         when a new predator is introduced                         
                         into their environment.                                   
          
                                   JACK                                            
                         You mean us.                                              
          
               And Locke turns to Jack, flashes a grin which to him might be       
               "jokey," but to us is FUCKING CREEPSTOWN --                         
          
                                   LOCKE                                           
                         The most dangerous predator of all.                       
          
               And OFF JACK --                                                     
          
                                                                             25
          25   EXT. BEACH - A TIDE POOL OFF THE MAIN BEACH - DAY
          
               Jin walks through a pool of water -- snaring yet another fish
               in a makeshift net. Satisfied, he turns around -- and the
               look on his face makes patently clear what he thinks about --
          
               HURLEY -- a few meters away, trying to emulate Jin by making
               a net from his outer shirt -- but having little success --
          
                                   HURLEY
                         Dammit!
          
               Jin is not about to help Hurley. He walks out of the pool --
               looking Hurley up and down as he passes him -- and drops his
               catch on the beach a safe distance away.
          
               Jin comes back to the tide pool --
          
                                   JIN
                             (In Korean)
                         Don't eat my fish!
          
               It doesn't take a U.N. translator to figure that one out.
          
                                   HURLEY
                         Hey, you know what? You win, okay?
                         You happy now? Keep your damn
                         fish. I'm outta h--
          
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          25   (CON T'D):                                                     25
          
          
               -- but as Hurley has turned to go, he's stepped on something
               -- a sea urchin -- the spine penetrating right up through his
               thin rubber shoes.
          
               Hurley CRIES OUT in pain -- hopping to the shore and plopping
               down to the ground in a rather ungraceful manner --
          
                                  HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         OW! Damnit! Awgh! God, that--
                         DAMNIT!
          
               Jin watches -- now he has no choice but to help --
          
                                   JIN
                         What did you do?
                                   HURLEY
                         I stepped on one of those damn
                         friggin' URCHINS!
          
               Jin looks down at Hurley's foot as Hurley frantically pulls
               out the stuck needles --
          
                                    HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         No? You understand infection?
                         Gangrene? AMPUTATION?
                             (off Jin's look)
                         Oh -- hell -- look man -- you gotta
                         do something -- you don't want to                          
                         give me fish, that's fine, but --
                             (doesn't want to say it)
                         -- You gotta pee on my foot -- OK?                         
                             (then)
                         I saw it on TV -- it'll stop the
                         venom -- you gotta --
          
                                   JIN
                         Just pull out the spines -- pull
                         them out --
          
               The two men are now pantomiming vastly different things.
               Hurley finally gets Jin's attention by agitatedly pointing
               between his foot and Jin's crotch -- and that's when Jin
               finally understands what Hurley is getting at --
          
                           HURLEY                           JIN
                                               No -- you idiot -- that isn't
               Would you JUST do it? I'm
                                               going to do anything! That's
               gonna lose my foot if you
                                               for jellyfish stings!
               don't! PEE ON IT, MAN!
          
               -- Jin finally says his first words of English on the island
               to emphatically get his point across --
          
          
                                                                                   
          
                                                             11/8/04            39.
          25   (CON T'D): (2)                                                 25
          
          
                                     JIN (CONT'D)
                         No.   No.   No.
          
               Okay, it ain't gonna get him a 750 on the SAT, but it does
               make the point loud and clear.
          
               Hurley wears a miserable expression as Jin begins to help him
               pull the spines out of his foot. Hurley MOANS in pain.
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - GARDEN - DAY                                     26
          26
          
               Kate and Sun are planting seeds.     They can't communicate,
               except through the experience --
          
                                   KATE
                         Well this is nice.   Just us girls.
          
               Sun just looks at her, smiles -- in a sweet but awkward way --
          
                                    KATE (CONT'D)
                         Can you believe we've been here
                         over three weeks?                                          
                             (off Sun's look; they keep
                              working)
                         I was heading for Bali. I...
                         travel a lot. I was looking
                         forward to spending some time
                         exploring the island.
                             (beat)
                         But I ended up on a plane to LA
                         instead.
                             (beat...)
                         Guess this falls into the category
                         of be careful what you wish for.
          
               Sun is planting, gives a small, "I'll say" smile under her
               hat. Kate immediately locks her eyes onto Sun. A long beat.
          
                                   KATE (CONT'D)
                         ...you understood me...
          
               Sun's smile vanishes.   Kate keeps her eyes right on Sun.
          
                                   KATE (CONT'D)
                         -- you did, didn't you?... You just
                         understood what I said.
          
               Under this pressure and scrutiny Sun is unable to hide her
               fear. Kate's amazed -- says quietly:
          
                                   KATE (CONT'D)
                         You speak English?
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          26   (CON T'D):                                                       26
          
          
               Sun looks at Kate and the expression on her face tells us all          
               -- and Kate -- that she's busted.
          
                                     SUN                                              
                         Please.    Don't tell anyone.                                
          
               EXT. BEACH - DAY                                                 27
          27
          
               Hurley is nursing his swollen foot.     Calls out --                   
          
                                   HURLEY                                             
                         You sure you don't speak English?
          
               He watches Jin picking urchins out of the tide pool.
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         `Cause there's a rumor that you do.                          
          
                                    After a beat of nothing for Jin --
               Jin doesn't react.
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         Your wife is hot.
          
               Jin stares over at him blankly. Now Jin approaches having
               opened an URCHIN for Hurley to eat.
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         I get it, this is some kind of
                         payback `cause I wouldn't eat
                         urchin that other time, right?
          
               And Jin smiles, pushing the urchin at Hurley.      In KOREAN --        
          
                                     JIN                                              
                         Here.    Please.
          
               Hurley realizes that this is his chance to make an apology --
          
                                   HURLEY
                         I eat this... you give me fish...
                         right?
          
               Jin's expression changes not at all.
          
                                     HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         Okay.    Fine.
          
               Hurley stares at the fucking orange mucus ball, trying to get
               pumped up.
          
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          27   (CON T'D):                                                    27
          
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         Over the lips and past the gums,
                         yada, yada -- oh god! --
          
               And Hurley takes the urchin, closes his eyes and pops it down
               his throat.
          
               Jin stares at Hurley, a big smile on his face. And Hurley
               does his best attempt at a smile back. It's a great moment
               of cross-cultural reconciliation...
          
               Until Hurley's face blanches. He bends at the waist -- and
               VOMITS UP the sea urchin. Really WRETCHES.
          
                                    HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         Ohhhhh.
          
               OFF Jin, cringing, this is not a pretty sight.
          
                                                                             28
               EXT. JUNGLE - VALLEY - DAY
          28
          
               Dark, scary -- light pours through the vines in shafts --
               Boone looks up, trying to spot the sun through the foliage,
               hoping they are going the right way.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         Are you sure we're going in the
                         right direction?
          
                                   BOONE
                         You don't want to follow me, then
                         don't.
          
                                   SHANNON                                         
                         I wouldn't have to follow you if                          
                         you weren't best friends with the                         
                                                                                   
                         nutcase who brought us out here.
          
               Boone walks on.   Ignoring her.   But she's unrelenting --          
          
                                   SHANNON (CONT'D)                                
                         You and Locke weren't hunting, were                       
                         you? You were doing something else.                       
          
                                   BOONE
                         Haven't we been over this?
          
                                   SHANNON
                         You're a horrible liar, Boone.
          
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          28   (CON T'D):                                                        28
          
          
                           BOONE                             SHANNON
               We weren't doing --
                                                  -- Why are you keeping a
                                                  secret for this guy!
          
               Boone turns and fires back on Shannon --
          
                                   BOONE
                         You know who "this guy" is? He's
                         the one person here who has a real
                         clue what's going on.
          
                          SHANNON                             BOONE
               ...the hell does that mean?
                                                  -- It means he's smart.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         He tied us up, Boone!                                         
          
               Despite her anger, it's hard to argue with Shannon. Pretty              
               much anything she wants from him, she gets. Several beats,              
               pass. Then --                                                           
          
                                     SHANNON (CONT'D)                                  
                         Why?                                                          
          
                                   BOONE                                               
                         We found something.                                           
          
                                     SHANNON                                           
                         What?                                                         
          
               Another beat as he contemplates the plunge.     Then --                 
          
                                   BOONE
                         While we were out looking for                                 
                         Claire... we found this... this
                         piece of metal. Buried in the
                         jungle. We've been excavating it --                           
          
                                   SHANNON
                         A piece of metal?
          
                                     BOONE
                         A hatch.    Buried in the dirt.                               
          
                                   SHANNON
                         ...like... like a door?                                       
          
                                   BOONE
                         Yeah. That's what a hatch is,
                         Shannon--
          
          
                                                                                    
          
          28   (CON T'D): (2)                                                28
          
          
                                   SHANNON
                         Where does it go?
          
               Shannon's a little creeped out.
          
                                    BOONE
                         I don't know.                                             
                             (beat)
                         I told him I wanted to tell you.
                         That's when he did this--
          
               -- but suddenly: MMMMMRRRRRRRROOOOOOOWWWWWWWR!
          
               The monster's back.    And it's FUCKING CLOSE this time!            
          
                                      BOONE (CONT'D)
                         -- go!
          
               And they run -- but this time there's no outrunning it and no
               place to hide.
          
               Shannon trails Boone slightly -- and we're TRACKING WITH HER
               FAST in TIGHT PROFILE -- and we SHAKILY TILT TO HER LEGS AS
               SHE RUNS AND SUDDENLY THOSE LONG LEGS ARE LIFTED OFF THE
               GROUND AS SHE'S APPARENTLY GRABBED BY THE THING AND SHE
               SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER. We don't see any more of the thing
               than when it ripped the pilot from the plane's cockpit.
          
               But it has her -- pulls her away through the thick brush.
          
               Boone turns back in horror -- stumbling back, looking up in
               SHEER HORROR -- YELLING as his sister's SCREAMS ARE HEARD --
          
                                      BOONE (CONT'D)
                         SHANNON!!!
          
                                      SHANNON
                         OH GOD!     OH GOD! NO!
          
               -- and he's on the floor of the jungle -- eyes wide, red,
               wet, as his sister's voice is SILENCED -- and he's just
               there, in shock -- as the BEAST LUMBERS OFF -- something we
               don't see -- but we're TIGHT ON BOONE'S HORRIFIED FACE --           
               then WIDE, departing -- WIDENING -- on Boone, alone, alone...       
               alone...
          
                                      BOONE
                         Shannon!!                                                 
          
          
                                     END OF ACT THREE
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          
          
                                            ACT FOUR
          
               FADE IN:
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - PATH TO THE VALLEY -- LATE AFTERNOON              29
          29
          
               Kate and Sun are alone on the path, standing, talking
               quietly:
          
                                    KATE
                          Does anybody else know?
          
                                    SUN
                          Only Michael.
          
                                    KATE
                          But not your husband.
          
               Sun takes this in.
          
                                      SUN
                          Please...
          
               As in -- you mustn't, mustn't tell --
          
                                    KATE
                          Don't worry, I can keep a secret.
          
                                                 Sun volunteers more --
               Sun gives her a small smile.
          
                                    SUN
                          I took English lessons in Korea.
                              (then; guiltily)
                          He doesn't know. It's...
                          complicated.
          
               Kate listens to this, realizing there's a lot more to Sun
               than has yet been revealed.
          
                                    KATE
                          Why don't you tell him now?
          
                                    SUN
                              (shaking her head)
                          I can't.
          
                                      KATE
                          Why?
          
               That's the question and we're back to it again.
          
                                    SUN
                          Because I love him.
          
          
                                                                                     
          
          29     (CON T'D):                                                       29
          
          
                                       KATE
                             I don't understand.
          
                 Sun looks over at Kate and then puts it in terms Kate can
                 understand.
          
                                       SUN
                             Have you never lied to a man you've
                             loved...?
          
                                                                                        
                 OFF KATE.   Okay, that resonates.
          
                 EXT. BEACH - LATE AFTERNOON                                  A30       
          A3 0
          
                 And speaking of men that Kate has lied to, JACK taps a single          
                 TABLET out of a pill bottle into the hand of CHARLIE --                
          
                                         CHARLIE                                        
                             Cheers.                                                    
          
                 PULL BACK to find the two beside tonight's SIGNAL FIRE.                
                 Charlie dry swallows the pill and -- he returns to carefully           
                 building the log cabin of fire.                                        
          
                                       JACK                                             
                             Give you a hand?                                           
          
                                         CHARLIE                                        
                             Love one.                                                  
          
                 Jack squats down.     Helps assemble the firewood as they talk --  
          
                                       JACK                                             
                             Haven't seen you around the caves                          
                             lately.                                                    
          
                                        CHARLIE                                         
                             Yeah.   Needed a change of scenery.                        
          
                 Charlie looks up -- and there's something different about              
                 him. That twinkle temporarily dulled from his eye. And Jack            
                 is very aware of this. Serious, concerned --                           
          
                                       JACK                                             
                             How you doing, Charlie?                                    
          
                                       CHARLIE                                          
                             How am I doing with week two of                            
                             heroin withdrawal or how am I doing                        
                             with Claire being abducted by the                          
                             freak who tried to kill me?                                
          
          
          
                                                                                        
          
          A30   (CON T'D):                                                   A30
          
          
                Well, that about says it, doesn't it?       But Jack deflects with    
                skilled bedside manner --                                             
          
                                       JACK                                           
                             I gave you the aspirin for the                           
                             heroin withdrawal.                                       
          
                And this gets a genuine SMILE out of Charlie. Warms him up a          
                bit. The two continue to build as Jack's attention is drawn           
                back towards                                                          
          
                THE BEACH                                                             
          
                Where Locke still sits off in the distance, looking out at            
                the water. His back to us in that old familiar posture --             
          
                                                                                      
                And it's patently clear.      Jack very much has Locke on the
                brain right now.                                                      
          
                                       JACK (CONT'D)                                  
                             What do you think his story is?                          
          
                                        CHARLIE                                       
                             Who?   Locke?                                            
          
                Jack nods.                                                            
          
                                        CHARLIE (CONT'D)                              
                             That man's a freak of nature. Very                       
                             disturbed. Quite likely murdered                         
                             all his mates at the Post Office                         
                             that day his mum forgot to put a                         
                             cookie in his lunch tin. That was                        
                             my first impression, anyway.                             
                                 (beat)                                               
                             But then he saved my life.                               
          
                This certainly piques Jack's interest.       But --                   
          
                                       CHARLIE (CONT'D)                               
                             Another story for another time.                          
          
                                       JACK                                           
                             You trust him?                                           
          
                Charlie's SURPRISED that Jack would even ask such a thing --          
          
                                       CHARLIE                                        
                             Trust him? No offense, friend...                         
                             but if there was one person on this                      
                             island I'd put my absolute faith in                      
                             to save us all, it'd be John Locke.                      
          
          
                                                                                       
          
          A30   (CON T'D): (2)                                           A30
          
          
                And Charlie fucking MEANS it.                                     
          
                And as Jack again looks off in the distance at Locke...           
          
                INT. THE VALLEY - CAMPSITE - LATE AFTERNOON                30     
          30
          
                MICHAEL unzips his bag -- looks inside -- and as he does --
          
                                     HURLEY (O.S.)
                          Found your bag? That's pretty
                          awesome...
          
                REVEAL Hurley -- miserably munching on a papaya. He's still
                in pain from the urchin. He watches Michael life something
                up from his bag.
          
                It's a WOOD BOX. And it brings back melancholy memories for
                Michael (more to come on this next week.) Michael looks over
                at -- WALT playing with Vincent a few meters away.
          
                Then, he puts the BOX back in the bag --
          
                                    HURLEY (CONT'D)
                          ...must be nice using your own
                          toothbrush again.
          
                                    MICHAEL
                          You got some papaya there?
          
                                     HURLEY
                          Yeah.   Yippee.
          
                                    MICHAEL
                          Mind if I --
          
                Hurley throws Michael a papaya with no hesitation, rubs his
                sore foot.
          
                                    HURLEY
                          Knock yourself out, dude. Hey, you
                          want to wish something on your
                          worst enemy? Hope they step on a
                          sea urchin.
          
                And as Michael eats, Hurley looks up to see Jin approaching --
          
                -- Hurley looks down -- not wanting to face him, but Jin now
                stands over him... and hands him a WHOLE FISH.
          
                                     HURLEY (CONT'D)
                          Whoa.   Hey. Thanks...                                  
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
                 LOST     "Hearts and Minds"        (GREEN)       12/1/04            48.
          30     (CON T'D):                                                     30
          
          
                 Jin shakes his head, then walks off.     Hurley examines the
                 fish. It's sliced along the bottom.
          
                                     HURLEY (CONT'D)
                           Dude, this has already been
                           cleaned? You're kidding me...
          
                 But Jin is already out of there, on his way to meet up with --
          
                 SUN
          
                 at the middle of the valley. The two talk together softly in
                 KOREAN -- the gentle, normal discourse of a couple doing
                 their best to cope.
          
                 KATE
          
                 Drifts INTO FRAME, watching them talk intimately. She
                 wonders how two people have so little communication on one
                 level yet obviously share love and loyalty on another.
          
                 And off this --
          
                 INT. THE VALLEY - CAMPSITE - LATE AFTERNOON - CONTINUOUS A31         
          A3 1
          
                                     JACK (O.S.)                                      
                           They look happy.                                           
          
                 And speaking of complicated couples... Kate turns around.            
                 It's Jack, who has walked up behind her.                             
          
                                       KATE                                           
                           Happy?                                                     
          
                                     JACK                                             
                           Yeah, you remember happy, right?                           
          
                 Kate chuckles.    But Jack didn't come here to talk about Sun        
                 and Jin --                                                           
          
                                     JACK (CONT'D)                                    
                           Put out your hand.                                         
          
                                     KATE                                             
                               (playful)                                              
                           My hand?                                                   
          
                                     JACK                                             
                               (simply)                                               
                           You'll like it.     I swear.                               
          
                 Kate looks at Jack, trying to figure out what he's doing.            
          
          
                                                                                     
          
                LOST     "Hearts and Minds"     (GREEN)          12/1/04          48A.
          A31    (CON T'D):                                                A31
          
          
                 And we play up her indecision here: Is she going to give Jack      
                 her hand or not? Until she tentatively holds out her hand...       
                 slowly opens her palm.                                             
          
                 Jack puts his hand on top of hers, their hands touching            
                 softly as he carefully puts something inside... Something too      
                 tiny for us to see. Kate looks at whatever it is --                
          
                                     KATE                                           
                               (recalling what Jack                                 
                                called her passion fruit                            
                                seeds earlier)                                      
                           Gross little greyish yellow                              
                           thingies?                                                
          
                                     JACK                                           
                               (mock insulted)                                      
                           Excuse me -- these are slimy little                      
                           blue-black thingies.                                     
          
                                     KATE                                           
                           Guava seeds?                                             
          
                                     JACK                                           
                           What's a garden without guava?                           
          
                                      KATE                                          
                           A question I've been asking myself                       
                           forever.                                                 
                               (then)                                               
                           Thanks.                                                  
          
                 Jack smiles at Kate. And as always, there's so much going on       
                 between these two. But we'll leave the audience wanting more       
                 and go to --                                                       
          
                                                                             31
          31     EXT. JUNGLE - DUSK
          
                 Boone prowls the jungle like a mad man -- truly: this guy may
                 be losing his mind:
          
                                       BOONE
                           Shannon?!
          
                 Hoping against hope that Shannon could have survived what he
                 saw -- knowing that it's probably impossible but following
                 the path anyway... CLOSE ON Boone's ragged expression as he
                 calls again --
          
                                     BOONE (CONT'D)
                               (even more frantic)
                           SHANNON?!
          
          
                                                                                     
          
               LOST    "Hearts and Minds"      (GREEN)         12/1/04           48B.
          
          
          
                INT. SYDNEY HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK                  32
          32
          
                Boone holds an ice pack to his head. Thoroughly morose and
                humiliated, he stuffs his clothes into his bag. He's getting
                the hell out of Dodge, having failed here in the most
                miserable of ways.
          
                Then a SOFT KNOCK on the door sounds.    Boone goes and opens
                it, revealing...
          
                Shannon.
          
          
          
          
                                                                                   
          
          32   (CON T'D):                                                      32
          
          
               She enters -- without a word. Eyes red from crying.      Drunk.
               Pretty seriously drunk. Boone breaks the silence.
          
                                   BOONE
                         What do you want?
          
               It's hard for her to admit it, but finally she does.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         Bryan took the money.
          
                                      BOONE
                         What? --
          
                                      SHANNON
                         He's gone.
          
               Boone sees the utter sincerity and vulnerability on her face.
               Despite that, he's still pissed --
          
                                   BOONE
                         So the player got played.      That's
                         poetic, don't you think?
          
               Shannon looks stricken.    She stumbles toward him and lashes
               out -- drunk and angry.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         It's all your fault.
          
               Boone looks at her incredulously.
          
                                   BOONE
                         Well that's perfect.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         I knew you'd bring the money.      I
                         knew you would.
          
                                   BOONE
                         You're drunk, Shannon...
          
                                   SHANNON
                         And you wanna know why?
          
                                   BOONE
                         Does it matter? Because I'm sure
                         you're gonna tell me.
          
               Boone can't wait to hear THIS ONE.
          
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
          32   (CON T'D): (2)                                                       32
          
          
                                   SHANNON
                         Because you're in love with me.
          
               Boone is stunned by this. It really takes a beat.           And
               yet... he may be blushing, the slightest bit...
          
                                      BOONE
                         What?
          
               She says it again, simply.
          
                                   SHANNON
                         You brought the money because
                         you're in love with me.
          
               Boone FIRES BACK -- cutting, bitter and angry.
          
                           BOONE                                SHANNON
               You show up here plastered --
               you've always been a self-          -- I know you're in love with
               centered bitch -- but now           me.
               you're delusional --
          
               Shannon looks at him -- with honesty -- but also some edge.
          
                                   SHANNON (CONT'D)
                         I've always known it.
          
               She's daring him, challenging him to deny it.
          
                                   BOONE
                         You're sick.
          
               Even as she's moving closer -- and closer --
          
                                      SHANNON
                         No...
          
                                   BOONE
                         Stay away from me...
          
                                   SHANNON
                         It's all right...
          
                                   BOONE
                         -- the hell are you doing?       Get
                         away from me --
          
                                                           And now she's right
               -- but the truth is?    He's not moving.
               there --
          
          
          
          
                                                                                      
          
          32     (CON T'D): (3)                                                    32
          
          
                                      BOONE (CONT'D)
                           -- Shannon...
                               (beat)
                           ... stop it.
          
                 -- but slowly -- she keeps coming... and their lips finally
                 meet.
          
                 They KISS. A tender and tentative exploration, after which
                 they pause -- their hearts pounding --
          
                 And now they give themselves over to it -- abandoning
                 themselves to the moment -- in FULL ON PASSION -- stumbling
                 back -- and falling in a tangle onto Boone's hotel room bed.
          
                 INT. SYDNEY HOTEL ROOM - LATER - FLASHBACK                    A33
          A3 3
          
                 Boone in his boxers sits on the edge of the bed.    Shannon
                 sits across from him in a chair, fully dressed.
          
                 They don't say anything for a long moment.    Her shame and
                 regret hang heavy in the air. Finally:
          
                                      SHANNON
                           When we get back to LA... you
                           should just tell your mom that...
                           that you rescued me. Again. Just
                           like you always do -- and we just
                           go back --
          
                                     BOONE
                           -- to what?
          
                                     SHANNON
                           To what it was.
          
                             BOONE                             SHANNON
                 How could you --
                                                  Like this.
          
                 And there is nothing he can do about it.
          
                                     BOONE
                           Like it's all up to you?
          
                 But her veneer is fully back up in place -- and she gives him
                 nothing. Boone's expression turns as he realizes that
                 tonight never happened.
          
                                     SHANNON
                           Get dressed.
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
          A33   (CON T'D):                                                 A33
          
          
                Off Boone, the sadness, anger, and resigned disappointment
                play across his face.
          
                EXT. JUNGLE - EVENING                                        33
          33
          
                Boone follows a trail of BLOOD DROPS and SMEARS through the
                tangle of jungle, fearing the worst. Tears flow from his
                eyes.
          
                Finally he finds what he was hoping he wouldn't --
          
                SHANNON
          
                Covered in BLOOD -- lying in a shallow pool of crimson water.
                Her limbs are splayed in an unnatural arrangement -- broken
                and useless.
          
                                    BOONE
                          -- oh God...
          
                Boone pulls her out -- holds her close -- trying to restore
                her dignity -- and discovers Shannon is still breathing --
                barely -- holding onto the last remnants of life.
          
                                      SHANNON
                          Boone...?
          
                Her torso IS STITCHED with a ROW of GIANT, DEEP, BLEEDING
                PUNCTURE WOUNDS. From what? Claws? Teeth? Whatever put
                them there, it's fucking huge.
          
                                      BOONE
                          I'm here.
          
                Because as Boone strokes her hair -- Shannon's eyes open,
                slowly, languidly -- the life draining from them -- and
                Boone's eyes are WET, he's in shock --
          
                                    SHANNON
                          I knew you'd come for me... you
                          always come for me...
          
                Boone holds her, wipes the blood from her face.
          
                                    BOONE
                              (not believing this
                               himself)
                          I'm gonna get you back to camp.                          
                          You're gonna be fine. Jack's gonna
                          take care of you...
          
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
          33         (CON T'D):                                                   33
          
          
                     Shannon looks up INTO HIS FACE wanting to believe it -- that
                     her brother will manage to pull her through.
          
                                         SHANNON
                               Help me, Boone...
          
                     But there is nothing he can do.   Shannon dies in his arms.
          
                                                                             34-35
          3 4- 3 5   OMITTED
          
                                                                   CUT TO BLACK:
          
          
                                          END OF ACT FOUR
          
          
          
          
                                                                                        
          
          
          
                                           ACT FIVE
          
                 EXT. JUNGLE - NIGHT                                          A36
          A3 6
          
                 Boone, staggers back into camp -- his eyes hollow -- haunted
                 -- and as he listlessly knocks aside vines and bushes, making
                 his way toward the valley.                                             
          
                                                                                  36    
          36     INT. THE VALLEY - NIGHT
          
                 Boone (dirty but no longer bloody) strides into the valley --          
                 his eyes burning -- looking something like Martin Sheen in
                 "Apocalypse Now".
          
                 Only his Colonel Kurtz is Locke, sitting alone at a campfire.
                 There are some survivors at a distant campfire. Another
                 campfire burns not far away, but no one sits at that one. In           
                 other words, Locke is here virtually alone.                            
          
                 Boone breaks into a run -- Locke's knife in his hand -- and
                 launches himself at Locke.
          
                 Locke is ready for him. Dodges. Boone and Locke tumble over
                 and over. They grapple. Locke ends up on the bottom --
                 almost strangely passive. Not fighting back -- but CONTROLS
                 THE SITUATION by holding Boone's knife hand at bay off his
                 throat.
          
                                     BOONE                                              
                           It killed her!                                               
          
                                     LOCKE                                              
                               (impressed)                                              
                           You made it back.                                            
          
                                     BOONE                                              
                           That thing out there killed my
                           sister! It's your fault! You
                           dragged her out there!
          
                                     LOCKE                                              
                           Your sister?                                                 
          
                              BOONE                            LOCKE
                    (en-fucking-RAGED)
                 Don't play dumb with me -- I
                 know what you did to her you      -- Calm down, son.    Just --
                 sick freak --
          
                                     BOONE                                              
                           And now she's dead. It... it                                 
                           mangled her. She died in my arms.                            
          
          
          
                                                                                     
          
          36   (CON T'D):                                                       36
          
          
               Locke stares into Boone's blazing eyes.     A beat.    Then --         
          
                                     LOCKE                                            
                              (beat)                                                  
                          Then why isn't there blood on you?                          
          
               Boone looks down at his hands, the rest of him.       Holy shit!
               Locke's right. No blood anywhere. Only dirt.                           
          
               Boone knows it was there before. He looks up at Locke,
               confused, swirling with anger and bewilderment, waiting for
               an explanation.
          
                                    BOONE                                             
                          What happened to me out there?
          
                                     LOCKE
                          I don't know. You tell me.                                  
                              (beat)                                                  
                          But your sister? Shannon?                                   
          
               And now Locke, still holding Boone's knife hand, pushes
               himself up. THE WAY HE LOOKS AT BOONE -- Boone lets him do
               it. And then Locke turns his head... and Boone follows his             
               gaze to --                                                             
          
               THE NEARBY CAMPFIRE further back in the caves, where he sees--  
          
               Sayid and Shannon come into view! They sit together at the
               fire. She's laughing, smiling, joking around with Sayid --             
               AND VERY MUCH ALIVE. It's like she doesn't have a CARE IN              
               THE WORLD. And with obviously no knowledge of what Boone
               just went through.
          
               WHAT.   THE.   FUCK?                                                   
          
                                    BOONE
                          She was dead...                                             
          
                                    LOCKE
                          Is that what it made you see?                               
          
                                    BOONE
                          What what made me see?                                      
                              (then; realizing)                                       
                          That stuff you put on my head?                              
                              (shock)                                                 
                          -- You drugged me?
          
                                     LOCKE
                          I gave you an experience.
                              (then)
                                     (MOR E)
          
                                                                                   
          
          36   (CON T'D): (2)                                                36
                                    LOC KE (CONT'D)
                          One I believe vital to your
                          survival on the island.
          
                                   BOONE                                           
                         None of it was real?    That...                           
                         thing...                                                  
          
                                   LOCKE                                           
                         Was only as real as you made it.                          
          
                                   BOONE                                           
                             (at a whisper)                                        
                         I saw her die...                                          
                             (beat; eyes welling)                                  
                                                                                   
                         She was gone. She was dead.
          
               Locke looks at Boone -- who is clearly having a lot of
               trouble figuring out what it all meant.
          
                                   LOCKE
                         How did you feel -- when she died?
          
               Boone doesn't answer that question for a long moment.
               Everything Locke did was meant to bring him to this place.
          
                                   LOCKE (CONT'D)
                             (sotto)
                         ... how did you feel...?
          
               And it finally DAWNS on Boone.    Accepting it --                   
          
                                   BOONE
                         ...I felt... relieved.
          
               Locke nods.
          
                                      LOCKE
                         Yes.
          
               Boone looks at Shannon for a moment. She's gorgeous -- full         
               of life -- she looks like a piece of candy...                       
          
                                   LOCKE (CONT'D)
                         Time to let go.                                           
          
               And we notice something very important. Boone's look to
               Shannon is no longer obsessive. Now Boone looks to Locke.
          
                                      LOCKE (CONT'D)
                         Follow me.
          
               And Locke walks off. We LINGER on Boone as he looks off at          
               his sister. And then --                                             
          
          
                                                                                  
          
          36   (CON T'D): (3)                                              36
          
          
               Boone turns away, following Locke out of the caves into the       
               jungle. And as they disappear into the darkness.                  
          
                                                           SMASH TO BLACK
          
          
                                         THE END
          
          

Hearts And Minds



Writers :   Carlton Cuse  Javier Grillo-Marxuach
Genres :   Adventure  Drama  Mystery  Thriller


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