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                                           LOST
          
                                        "Outlaws"  


                                        Written by    

                                       Drew Goddard
                                      
          
                                                              
          
          
          
                                        ACT ONE
          
              EXT. BEACH - SAWYER'S AREA - MORNING                          5
          5
          
              TRACK across the scattered DEBRIS of Sawyer's area. It's a
              MESS -- since the tent came down, the wind has scattered much
              of the CLOTHES, MAGAZINES, and GEAR Sawyer's been hoarding.
          
              FIND Sawyer, angrily collecting his belongings into a pile.
              SAYID stands nearby, surveying the damage:
          
                                   SAYID
                        A boar.   Took you tarp.
          
                                  SAWYER
                            (muttering)
                        It was dark -- but yeah.     Pretty
                        sure it was a boar...
          
                                  SAYID
                        I thought the boar had vacated this
                        area...
          
              Sawyer clearly does not want to have this conversation.
          
                                  SAWYER
                        Well, genius, I think we got some
                        bad info.
          
                                  SAYID
                        What was it doing in your tent?
          
                                  SAWYER
                        It was staring at me.
          
              Sayid frowns.   Sawyer realizes how ridiculous that sounds.
          
                                  SAWYER (CONT'D)
                        Then it came at me. So I hit it.
                        And it took off --
          
              He gestures toward the jungle where the boar disappeared.
          
                                  SAWYER (CONT'D)
                        Into the jungle.
          
                                  SAYID
                        With your tarp.
                            (pause; then)
                        Perhaps it wanted to go camping.
          
              Sawyer grits his teeth.
          
          
          
                                                              
          
          5   (CON T'D):                                                     5
          
          
                                     SAWYER
                           You enjoying yourself?
          
              Sayid thinks about it, then:
          
                                      SAYID
                           A bit.   Yes.
          
              Sawyer shakes his head, fed up.       He starts walking into the
              jungle after his tent.
          
                                     SAWYER
                           Laugh it up, Mohammed -- I get back
                           and find my stuff's gone, I'm
                           coming after you.
          
              ON SAYID -- he takes a final glance at the wreckage, shakes
              his head, and starts to walk off. After he takes a few
              steps, we hear:
          
                                       SAWYER (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                           Sayid --
          
              Sayid turns back.       Sawyer's looking at him.
          
                                     SAWYER (CONT'D)
                           What did you hear?
          
              Sayid doesn't understand the question.        Off his look:
          
                                     SAWYER (CONT'D)
                           After you ran into the French
                           Woman, you said you heard something
                           in the jungle...
          
                                     SAYID
                               (shakes his head)
                           I was injured and exhausted. My
                           mind was playing tricks on me...
          
                                     SAWYER
                           What did you hear?
          
                                     SAYID
                           I thought I heard... whispering.
          
                                     SAWYER
                           What was it saying?
          
                                      SAYID
                           Why?   Did you hear something?
          
          
          
                                                                 
          
          5   (CON T'D): (2)                                              5
          
          
              Sawyer stares at him a beat.     Then:
          
                                      SAWYER
                        Forget it.
          
              We're CLOSE ON HIM as he turns, walks toward the jungle.
          
                                  SAWYER (CONT'D)
                        I didn't hear anything.
          
                                  WOMAN (PRE-LAP)
                        What are you afraid of?
          
              INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK                           6
          6
          
              A hotel room door crashes open as Sawyer and a WOMAN
              (thirties, attractive) tumble into the dark room. They're
              ALL OVER each other, making out like horny teenagers.
          
                                  SAWYER
                        Sweetness, I ain't the one
                        tremblin' here --
          
              And if this feels a bit familiar, it should. Sawyer's in his
              professional con man form. As they kiss passionately,
              crashing down on the bed:
          
                                  WOMAN
                        I can help with the investors --
          
                                  SAWYER
                        -- we're not talkin' about this --
          
              He kisses her, acting as though he wants nothing to do with
              this conversation. She kisses back, rolls on top of him:
          
                                   WOMAN
                        Seriously, baby -- look at me --
                            (beat)
                        How much money do you need,
                        exactly?
          
              It's a beautiful moment for a con man and his prey.    But it's
              interrupted when a VOICE across the room says:
          
                                  VOICE (O.S.)
                        Okay, this is really awkward...
          
              Sawyer and the woman JUMP IN SURPRISE.    They turn toward the
              voice...
          
          
          
          
                                                              
          
                                                  (PINK)           1/4/05              8.
          6   (CON T'D):                                                           6
          
          
              And FIND A MAN sitting across the room at the table.          He's
              been there the whole time, sitting in the darkness.
          
              He TURNS THE LIGHT ON, and we get a better look at him: This
              is HIBBS. He's mid-thirties. Tough, but not as tough as
              Sawyer.                                                                        
          
                                     HIBBS
                           ...but if I don't say something
                           now, things are liable to get
                           downright embarrassing.
          
              Sawyer leaps to his feet, the woman huddles behind him.
          
                                     SAWYER
                               (eyes narrowing)
                           Hibbs --
          
                                     HIBBS
                           Hello Sawyer.
                               (to Woman)
                           Ma'am -- I must apologize. I
                           figured my good friend Sawyer
                           here'd be alone.
                               (back to Sawyer/dead
                                serious)
                           I just need a few minutes.
          
              Sawyer keeps his iron gaze locked on Hibbs. It's clear --
              these guys have history. After a beat, Sawyer turns toward
              the woman, pulls her aside. They speak in HUSHED TONES.
          
                            SAWYER                             WOMAN
              Listen --                            -- what's going on --
          
              Go down to the bar, get a            -- Sawyer --
              drink --
          
              She looks over his shoulder -- Hibbs is admiring the hotel
              artwork. As Sawyer opens the door to the room:
          
                                     SAWYER
                           Soon as I get rid of him I'll find
                           you and explain everything. I
                           promise.
          
              He kisses her, ushering her out the door.
          
              We're WITH HIBBS as the door shuts. He walks towards Sawyer --
          
          
          
          
                                                                  
          
          6   (CON T'D): (2)                                                 6
          
          
                                  HIBBS
                        Gotta hand it to you, Sawbucks.
                        How you find women that beautiful
                        to work your --
          
              WHAM -- Sawyer GRABS HIBBS by the throat and SLAMS HIM up
              against the wall.
          
                                  SAWYER
                        Now, if I'm not mistaken, Hibbs --
          
              He SQUEEZES HARD. Hibbs gasps in pain.     Whatever Sawyer's
              doing, it looks like it hurts.
          
                                  SAWYER (CONT'D)
                        I'm fairly certain I said I'd kill
                        you if I ever saw you again.
          
                                  HIBBS
                            (between gasps)
                        `s why I'm here... make things
                        right...
          
              Sawyer holds a beat -- then releases his grasp, shoves Hibbs
              aside. Hibbs shakes it off, clearly in pain. As he regards
              Sawyer.
          
                                  HIBBS (CONT'D)
                        `Sides -- we both know you ain't
                        the killin' type...
          
              He composes himself, reaches into his jacket, pulls out a
              LARGE ENVELOPE. Tosses it on the table.
          
                                   HIBBS (CONT'D)
                        There --
                            (points to envelope)
                        Figure that makes us even for the
                        Tampa job.                                                     
          
                                  SAWYER
                            (still fuming)
                        Now Hibbs. What could possibly
                        make us even for the Tampa job...                              
          
                                  HIBBS
                        Oh, I don't know...
          
              Hibbs takes a beat, clearly enjoying the moment.
          
          
          
          
                                                             
          
                LOST       "Outlaws"        (PINK)             1/4/05          10.
          6   (CON T'D): (3)                                               6
          
          
                                  HIBBS (CONT'D)
                        How `bout the known whereabouts of
                        the man who ruined your life?
          
              Sawyer's face goes cold.   He looks at the envelope.
          
                                   HIBBS (CONT'D)
                            (beat)
                        I'm gonna make myself a drink.   You
                        want one?
          
              Sawyer shakes his head, walks over to the table, sits down.
              Hibbs opens the MINIBAR. As he pours himself a drink, we                
              notice Hibbs is missing his LEFT RING-FINGER just above the             
              first knuckle (why? That's another episode, my friends...)              
          
                                  HIBBS (CONT'D)
                        You remember Old Man Parks, right --
                        ran capper for us on that gig in
                        Atlanta.
          
                                  SAWYER
                        What about him?
          
                                   HIBBS
                            (beat)
                        We still talk from time to time --
                        he's been working the wire at an
                        off-track parlor down in Sydney.
                            (beat)
                        So last week, one of his regulars
                        gets a little too sauced, starts
                        running his mouth about his glory
                        days as a grifter...
          
              Sawyer opens the envelope -- pulls out a FILE. On top of
              which is a PHOTO. A MAN IN HIS LATE-FIFTIES. Shot with a
              LONG LENS, SURVEILLANCE-STYLE.
          
                                  HIBBS (CONT'D)
                        This guy --
                            (taps photo)
                        "Frank Duckett." Real hard-luck
                        case -- gambling addict, alcoholic,
                        runs a shrimp truck --
                            (aside)
                        You know what a shrimp truck is?
          
                                  SAWYER
                            (after a beat)
                        A truck that sells shrimp?
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          6   (CON T'D): (4)                                               6
          
          
                                   HIBBS
                            (to himself)
                        Damnit. It is obvious. I owe
                        Parks a fifty...
                            (taps photo)
                        Back in the day, this guy Duckett                             
                        used to be quite a hustler...
                            (beat)
                        He ran the romance angle -- hook
                        the wife, take the husband for all
                        his money. Used to be pretty good
                        at it, too, from what I hear...
                            (beat)
                        Until, sadly, one of his marks in
                        despair took a gun, shot up his
                        wife, and blew his own head off...                            
                            (eyeing Sawyer)                                           
                        All in front of their little boy...                           
          
              ON SAWYER, feeling the full weight of what he's holding.   He
              leafs through the file, we see various FORMS -- police
              records, DMV printouts.
          
                                  HIBBS (CONT'D)
                        I paid Tony to pull his jacket --                             
                        turns out "Frank Duckett" used to                             
                        be named "Frank Sawyer..." The                                
                        name I believe you appropriated for                           
                        yourself.                                                     
          
                                  SAWYER
                            (quietly)
                        This is him...                                                
          
                                   HIBBS
                            (nods)
                        That's him.
          
              CREEP IN on Sawyer, his eyes going cold as he looks at the
              photo of the man who ruined his life --
          
                                                                           7
          7   EXT. OUTSIDE THE VALLEY - MORNING
          
              WE'RE LOOKING DOWN THE BARREL OF A GUN, MACRO-CLOSE.    AND --
          
              It FLIPS up, TWIRLS around deftly -- Now its HANDLE OUT.   And
              we RACK FOCUS to find the gunslinger is --
          
                                  KATE
                        Thanks for the loaner.
          
          
          
          
                                                              
          
          7   (CON T'D):                                                   7
          
          
              KATE stands with JACK by the tree where he stows THE
              HALLIBURTON CASE.
          
                                   JACK
                         Always a pleasure.
          
              Jack takes the gun from Kate, EJECTS the CLIP as he places
              both pieces back into the case.
          
                                   KATE
                         Anyone curious where they came
                         from?
          
                                   JACK
                         The others know there was a Marshal
                         on the plane. Guess they assume he
                         was travelling alone. Protecting
                         them from terrorists.
                             (beat; then)
                         Sounded like a good theory to me.
          
              ON KATE.   A moment of silent THANKS --
          
              Jack LOCKS up the case, ties the LEATHER STRAP with THE KEY
              back around his neck.
          
                                   KATE
                         You get all of the guns back?
          
                                   JACK
                         All except one.
          
                           KATE                             JACK
              Who...?
                                                -- How about I give you three
                                                guesses?
          
                                     KATE
                         Sawyer.
          
              Jack gives her a look -- "Of course it's fucking Sawyer." --
              Puts the Halliburton in its hiding place, begins to CAMO the            
              opening.
          
                                   KATE (CONT'D)
                         I can get it back.
          
                                   JACK
                             (uh huh)
                         Really. How you gonna do that?
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          7   (CON T'D): (2)                                               7
          
          
                                   KATE
                         I speak his language.
          
              Jack finishes secreting the case.    Turns to Kate... shaking
              his head --
          
                                   JACK
                         We've done this before, Kate. If I
                         remember it right, you made out
                         with him and never even had what
                         you said you could get.
          
              Beat.   Kate could try to defend herself here.    But instead --
          
                                   KATE
                         I only made out with Sawyer because
                         torturing him didn't work.
          
              Another beat. Then Jack can't help but GRIN at the pure
              absurdity of it. Tension broken --
          
                                   JACK
                         Let him keep the gun.    It's not
                         worth it.
          
                                   KATE
                         Why? You afraid he's gonna shoot
                         me if I ask?
          
                                   JACK
                             (serious now)
                         No. I just don't want you to owe
                         him anything.
          
              And that's as close as Jack will ever get to declaring that
              he might just be JEALOUS. And OFF KATE, perhaps appreciating
              precisely that...
          
                                                                              8
          8   EXT. OUTSIDE THE VALLEY - MORNING
          
              Michael has a makeshift worktable on which he's sawing
              lengths of bamboo for his raft project.
          
              CAMERA TRACKS to find CHARLIE sitting off by himself, BINDING
              a piece of BENT WRECKAGE to the end of one of the GOLD CLUBS.
              And with just one look at him, it is instantly clear -- This
              is not the Charlie we know and love. Something just... OFF.
          
              CLOSE on him -- VERY focused on the task at hand, wrapping
              the WIRE around and around and around.
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          8   (CON T'D):                                                 8
          
          
                                     CLAIRE (O.S.)
                        Hey.
          
              Charlie looks up, sees CLAIRE. He offers a smile, but
              doesn't come close to selling it.
          
                                     CHARLIE
                        Hi.
          
              Awkwardness. She's got amnesia. He just killed a man.    What
              the fuck are they going to talk about?
          
                                  CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                        How are you feeling?
          
                                  CLAIRE
                            (shrugs; vulnerable)
                        Very pregnant.
          
              Charlie just nods and continues BINDING. Not rudely... just
              DISTRACTED. After watching him for a few beats --
          
                                   CLAIRE (CONT'D)
                        I had... dreams last night. More
                        like memories, actually. You were
                        in them. I...
                            (beat)
                        They were nice dreams.
                            (beat)
                        Thought I'd see if you wanted to
                        take a walk...
          
              She's obviously reaching out. Trying to make some kind of
              connection. But Charlie's so focused, it takes him a beat to
              realize what she's saying.
          
                                  CHARLIE
                        Sorry. Can't right now. There's...
                            (reluctant)
                        ...something I have to do.
          
                                  HURLEY (O.S.)
                        Dude -- not the golf club.
          
              Charlie and Claire turn to see HURLEY -- standing there with
              a makeshift TOOL (kinda resembles a shovel) of his own.
          
                                  CHARLIE
                        It was all I could find.
          
          
          
          
                                                             
          
          8    (CON T'D): (2)                                                 8
          
          
                                   HURLEY
                         You used the sand wedge?
                             (shakes his head)
                         Jack will spaz.
          
               Charlie hops to his feet.       Offers Claire that weird smile --
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         Excuse me. We've gotta...
                             (not gonna go there)
                         I'll see you later, all right?
          
                                      CLAIRE
                         Sure.     Yeah. All right.
          
               And Charlie walks off.
          
               Hurley stands there for a beat, looking at Claire. And he's
               got no fucking idea what to say to her. So he just raises
               his hand, offers a little WAVE --
          
                                      HURLEY
                         Bye.
          
               Hurley shuffles off after Charlie. And OFF Claire,
               displaced, confused... and ALONE --
          
                                                                               9
          9    EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
               Sawyer walks through the dense jungle, searching for --
          
               HIS BLUE TARP
          
               It's in a clearing, the wind's blown it up against the tree.
               Sawyer gathers it up in his arms, heads back toward camp.
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - TALL GRASS - DAY - CONTINUOUS                    10
          10
          
               We're with Sawyer as he walks through TALL GRASS. He's got
               his tarp in his arms. As he walks, we hear the wind blowing
               through the grass, and ever-so-faintly:
          
                                   WHISPERED VOICE
                         I was gonna pay --
          
               Sawyer stops in his tracks.       Did I just hear that?
          
               As he listens closely, he hears RUSTLING. Coming from BEHIND
               HIM. He turns around and sees MOVEMENT IN THE GRASS.
               Something's out there...
          
          
          
          
                                                                 
          
          10   (CON T'D):                                                  10
          
          
               We catch a glimpse of it -- it's THE BOAR.     And it's charging
               right towards Sawyer.
          
               Oh. Shit.
          
               Sawyer starts to run. HANDHELD CHAOS as he sprints through
               the jungle. He throws his tarp away. As he flees, we catch
               glimpses of the beast -- blurs of fur amidst the grass. This
               thing's moving fast.
          
               BOAR POV -- as it rushes up right behind Sawyer --
          
               The animal SHRIEKS and Sawyer's legs are cut out from under
               him as the beast runs him down. Sawyer goes down hard,
               headfirst into the mud. We catch QUICK, FRENETIC POPS of the
               beast as it TRAMPLES SAWYER.
          
               It all happens fast... And then it's over. The beast is
               gone. It disappears into the tall grass. Just like that.
          
               Leaving Sawyer facedown and trampled in the mud.
          
               He slowly gets to his feet. He's filthy. Breathing hard.
               Sore as shit from the hit. But he checks himself over -- no
               severe damage.
          
               WE'RE CLOSE ON HIS FACE as his fear hardens into anger.
          
                                     SAWYER
                           SON OF A BITCH --
          
                                                               HARD CUT TO:
          
               EXT. BEACH - SAWYER'S AREA - DAY                               11
          11
          
               A KNIFE IS SLAMMED INTO A SCABBARD. WIDEN OUT AS Sawyer
               shoves it into his BACKPACK. He's focused -- angry
               determination etched on his face.
          
               WE PULL BACK as he rummages through the debris of his site,
               packing for the hunt. He shoves various articles of FOOD and
               CLOTHES into his pack.
          
               And then we see Kate is there with him.
          
               She sees Sawyer's site is a mess -- debris scattered about --
               and he's filthy, covered in dried mud from his run-in with
               the boar.
          
                                       KATE
                           A boar.    Did all this.
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          11   (CON T'D):                                                 11
          
          
               We can just feel the frustration rising off Sawyer.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Yes.  A boar did all this.
                             (ranting)
                         Last night, it wrecked my tent.
                         Then, this morning, when I was
                         going to get my tent back, it
                         attacked me from behind, and ran
                         off into the jungle. Like a
                         coward.
          
               Long beat as Kate stares at him.
          
                                    KATE                                              
                         A boar wouldn't... attack you for
                         no reason.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Thank you, boar expert.   This one
                         did.
          
               He searches through a pile, looking for something in
               particular...
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                             (muttering)
                         It's harassing me...
          
               He finds what he's looking for: HIS GUN.
          
                                   KATE
                         What are you doing?
          
               He checks the magazine, slams it into his gun.    Tucks the gun
               into his waistband.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Gettin' even.
          
                                   KATE
                             (rolls eyes)
                         Listen to yourself. It's a boar.
                         Let's just... tell Locke, he'll go
                         kill it.
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (muttering)
                         Nope. It's my fight...
          
          
          
          
                                                              
          
          11   (CON T'D): (2)                                                11
          
          
                                   KATE
                         Do you know anything about hunting
                         boar?
          
               He doesn't say anything as he straps on his backpack.
          
                                   KATE (CONT'D)
                         Those things are dangerous.
          
                                      SAWYER
                         So am I.
          
               She glances to the heavens -- oh christ.
          
                                   KATE
                         You're gonna get yourself lost.     Or
                         worse...
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Since when did you care?
          
                                      KATE
                         I don't.
          
                                    SAWYER
                         Good.   Then if you'll excuse me...
          
               CLOSE ON HIM as he walks by her, heading into the jungle --
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         I got some revenge to tend to.
          
                                                               CUT TO BLACK:
          
          
                                      END OF ACT ONE
          
          
          
          
                                                                  
          
          
          
                                         ACT TWO
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - DAY                                           12
          12
          
               Hurley pokes at something BELOW FRAME with a STICK.
          
                                   HURLEY
                         Dude, I know how this works...
          
               Charlie enters frame, sees what Hurley's doing:
          
                                     CHARLIE
                         Trust me.    He's dead.
          
               We WIDEN TO REVEAL he's poking at a DEAD BODY wrapped for
               burial in airplane blankets. Charlie holds his shovel,              
               Hurley's is next to his feet.
          
                                   HURLEY
                         We put him in the ground,
                         everything seems cool, then when
                         we're about to leave, his hand pops
                         out of the dirt --
          
               Charlie takes his shovel, breaks ground.     Shrugs.
          
                                   CHARLIE
                             (matter of fact)
                         S'pose we'll have to bury him deep,
                         then...
          
               Hurley keeps his wary eyes focused on the body.
          
                                    HURLEY
                             (shakes head)
                         Doesn't matter. There's no grave
                         that can hold the undead.
                             (beat)
                         No, this ends with you and me
                         running through the jungle,
                         screaming and crying --
          
                                     CHARLIE
                         Hurley --
          
                                   HURLEY
                         -- and then he catches me first,
                         `cause I'm heavy and I get cramps --
          
                                     CHARLIE
                         Hurley --
          
               Hurley snaps out of it, looks at Charlie.
          
          
                                                               
          
          12   (CON T'D):                                                 12
          
          
                                    CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                             (kind)
                         You don't have to do this, y'know.
                         I mean -- I appreciate the help and
                         all, I really do...
                             (beat)
                         But I killed Ethan. I can bury him.
          
               And Charlie says it so simply, it brings Hurley back to
               reality. He exhales:
          
                                     HURLEY
                         Nah.    I'm good.
          
               He takes one last look at the body, then picks up his shovel.
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         Let's just get it done.
          
               Charlie nods.    Hurley breaks ground next to him.
          
               We're CLOSE ON HURLEY as he glances at Charlie -- how is
               Charlie so calm about this?
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - DAY                                           13
          13
          
               WE'RE MOVING SLOWLY through the dense foliage of the jungle
               to find Sawyer creeping through the trees.
          
               He's focused. Not making a lot of noise.     It's clear he's in
               tracking mode -- he gets low, studies --
          
               A PRINT
          
               Barely visible in the soil.
          
               Sawyer looks it over, surveys the jungle in front of him. As
               he does all this, we start to get the sense that Sawyer may
               in fact know what the hell he's doing.
          
               That is, until:
          
                                   KATE (O.S.)
                         That's a footprint.
          
               Sawyer's face falls. He turns and looks behind him. Finds
               Kate walking out of the trees. She's wearing a BACKPACK. As
               she speaks, it's all very matter-of-fact, no sense of
               smugness whatsoever:
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          13   (CON T'D):                                                 13
          
          
                                    KATE (CONT'D)
                             (looking it over)
                         Based on the weight, distance
                         between strides... I'm pretty sure
                         you've been tracking Boone for the
                         last hour.
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (annoyed)
                         Look --
          
                                   KATE
                         Could be Jin, I suppose...
          
                                   SAWYER
                         I'm tickled you've taken such an
                         interest in my affairs -- I really
                         am -- so don't take it personal
                         when I tell you to go --
          
                                   KATE
                         I want carte blanche.
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (after a beat)
                         What?
          
                                   KATE
                         It's pretty simple. You can't
                         track this boar without my help.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Is that right?
          
                                    KATE
                         That's right. Over the last few
                         hours, you've managed to follow the
                         tracks of --
                             (counts them off on her
                              fingers)
                         Humans, birds, a rockslide,
                         yourself... everything except a
                         boar, actually.
                             (beat)
                         You have no idea what you're doing.
          
               And he can't do anything but steam -- because he knows she's
               right.
          
                                   KATE (CONT'D)
                         So I help you, I want carte
                         blanche.
                                   (MOR E)
          
                                                               
          
          13     (CON T'D): (2)                                                13
                                     KAT E (CONT'D)
                               (off his look)
                           It means "blank check."
          
                                     SAWYER
                           I know what it means.
          
                                     KATE
                           Every time I want something from
                           your stash -- medicine, soap,
                           whatever -- I get it. No questions
                           asked.
          
                 Goddamn it, does he want to tell her to fuck off.    But he
                 knows he's screwed without her.
          
                                     SAWYER
                           Carte blanche...
          
                                     KATE
                           Take it or leave it.
          
                 And we see it -- the moment where he forces himself to put on
                 a good face and act like this doesn't bother him in the
                 slightest.
          
                                         SAWYER
                           All right.      You got a deal.
          
                 And as Sawyer watches her lead him away --
          
                                                                                14
          14     OMITTED
          
                 EXT. DOCKS - DAY - FLASHBACK                                  A15         
          A1 5
          
                 Sawyer walks down an old dock toward a run-down boat repair               
                 shop. Behind him we see one of the bridges of SYDNEY HARBOR               
                 and a slice of the famous SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE.                             
          
                 He ducks into a boat repair shop past somebody welding.                   
          
                                     LAURENCE (V.O.)                                       
                           So you're Hibbs' mate, huh?...                                  
                           Worked a few jobs with Hibbs back                               
                           in the States --                                                
          
                 INT. BOAT REPAIR SHOP - DAY - FLASHBACK                        15         
          15
          
                 CLOSE ON A VERITABLE ARSENAL of HANDGUNS spread out on a                  
                 table in a private room in the back of the shop.                          
          
                 Sawyer pulls out an ENVELOPE, starts counting out AUSTRALIAN              
                 DOLLARS. Into the hands of LAURENCE, a gun dealer.                        
          
          
          
                                                                
          
          15   (CON T'D):                                                 15
          
          
                                   LAURENCE                                        
                         -- nice enough fella.                                     
          
                                   SAWYER
                         He's a son of a bitch.
          
                                    LAURENCE
                         Right.   Indeed he is.
          
               Laurence nods, picks up a WEAPON.    Hands it to Sawyer.
          
          
          
          
                                                              
          
          15   (CON T'D): (2)                                             15
          
          
                                   LAURENCE (CONT'D)                                  
                         Few disclaimers. First off --
                         Australia doesn't allow its
                         citizenry to own handguns. You get
                         nicked with that --
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (without looking up)
                         I ain't gonna rat you out.
          
                                   LAURENCE
                         Secondly -- no refunds. Even for
                         dear friends a' mine such as
                         yourself. You decide you don't
                         need a weapon -- not my bikker.
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (as he counts)
                         Won't be a problem.
          
                                   LAURENCE
                             (studying him)
                         Been doin' this a while... a man
                         buys a compact .357 with hollow
                         point loads -- he ain't lookin' to
                         scare, or steal... he's lookin' to
                         kill.
          
               And Sawyer stops counting for a moment, locks eyes with
               Laurence.
          
                                   LAURENCE (CONT'D)
                         And that's all well and good to
                         talk about in the beautiful Sydney
                         Harbor, but when it comes down to
                         it he may find he doesn't have what
                         it takes to do the job...
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Your sales pitch needs some work.
          
                                    LAURENCE
                         I'm sayin' -- you point a gun at a
                         man, you look him in the eye -- you
                         find out who you are.
                             (beat)
                         And if you should find that you're
                         not a killer -- well...
                             (beat)
                         There's no refunds.
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          15   (CON T'D): (3)                                             15
          
          
               Sawyer looks at Laurence for a beat, then hands him the
               money. As he picks up the weapon and the box of ammo:
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Won't be a problem.
          
                                                                   CUT TO:            
          
                                                                             16       
          16   INT. THE VALLEY - DAY
          
               JACK AND CLAIRE in the caves. Jack has his fingers on her              
               wrist, checking his watch as they talk:                                
          
                                   CLAIRE                                             
                             (looks around)                                           
                         So this is, like, our infirmary?
          
                                   JACK
                             (shrugs)
                         Next best thing.
          
                                    CLAIRE
                         I have a friend back home -- she's
                         really into holistic medicine --
                         the whole "hospitals are evil, keep
                         things natural" bit...
                             (beat)
                         She'd love this place.
          
                                   JACK
                             (grins)
                         Any nausea? Headaches?
          
               She shakes her head.
          
                                   JACK (CONT'D)
                         Has the baby been moving at all?
          
                                    CLAIRE
                             (nods)
                         `S like he's running laps in there.
          
               Jack removes his fingers from her wrist.                               
          
                                    JACK
                         Well if he's as strong as your                               
                         heart rate, you're both in great                             
                         shape...                                                     
                             (beat)
                         How are you holding up otherwise?
          
               And we're on Claire for a beat as she hesitates, then:
          
          
                                                               
          
          16   (CON T'D):                                                  16
          
          
                                      CLAIRE
                         Okay.
          
                                   JACK
                         Memory coming back?
          
                                    CLAIRE
                         In bits and pieces.
                             (beat)
                         Certain people... seem familiar.
                         Like I've met them before in
                         another life.
                             (beat)
                         Helps, more I talk about it.
                         Brings things into focus, you know.
          
               She shuffles a bit, getting at what's bothering her:
          
                                    CLAIRE (CONT'D)
                         But... everyone's avoiding me.
                             (beat)
                         I think I freak them out. I'm "the
                         weird amnesia chick."                                         
          
                                   JACK                                                
                         Nice to meet you "weird amnesia                               
                         chick," I'm the "heroic doctor."                              
          
                                   CLAIRE                                              
                         Is that so?                                                   
          
                                   JACK                                                
                         Minus the heroic part.                                        
          
               Claire smiles as Jack says in his most comforting tone --               
          
                                    JACK (CONT'D)                                      
                         Give `em time.
                             (beat)
                         They're just... confused.
          
                                    CLAIRE
                         Yeah, well...
                             (beat)
                         I know how they feel.
          
               OFF CLAIRE, trying not to show how alone she feels --
          
                                                                           17          
          17   OMITTED
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          
          
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - LATE AFTERNOON                                 18      
          18
          
               Kate and Sawyer trudge through the jungle -- Dirty and SWEATY
               (and on these two, somehow it looks GREAT), BREATHING HARD.
          
               Kate stops, looks up at the sky. Frowns. Sawyer gets ahead
               before he realizes she's not beside him. Turns --
          
                                    SAWYER
                         What?
          
                                   KATE
                         Gonna be dark in half an hour.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Then I guess we got half an hour to
                         catch us a hog.
          
               Kate shakes her head, pulls off her PACK --
          
                                   KATE
                         Suit yourself.
                             (points)
                         He went that way. I'm making camp
                         while I can still see.
          
                                    SAWYER
                         What?   You're just gonna let it get
                         away?   How're we --
          
                                   KATE
                         Boars sleep too.
          
               ON SAWYER -- Frustrated, wanting to continue on...
          
               But without his guide, he's completely helpless to do
               anything about it. As he drops his OWN PACK in frustration --
          
                                                                            19      
          19   EXT. JUNGLE - CAMPSITE - NIGHT'
          
               CLOSE ON A FIRE as a PIECE OF DRY WOOD kicks up a field of
               EMBERS as it's dropped into the flames.
          
               Kate settles down next to the fire, Sawyer on the opposite
               side. Two outlaws, camped out under the stars. Hell, if we
               didn't know any better?
          
               We'd think this was downright romantic.
          
               Sawyer digs around his pack, finally finds what he's looking
               for -- a MINI-BOTTLE OF VODKA. Cracks it open.
          
          
          
                                                                
          
          19   (CON T'D):                                                      19
          
          
               Tosses it back in one cool shot.        REVEAL Kate, having watched
               the whole process.
          
                                   KATE
                         Where'd you get that?
          
                                       SAWYER
                         Plane.
          
                            KATE                                SAWYER
               Jack was looking for the
               alcohol cart --                       -- Well, it's a good thing I
                                                     found it instead then, huh?
          
               Kate just looks at him.        No idea what she's thinking.   Then --
          
                                   KATE
                         Got anymore of those?
          
                                   SAWYER
                         I got more a' everything. But you
                         ain't got carte blanche yet.
          
                                   KATE
                         Is that a "no?"
          
               Now it's his turn to look at her. And dammit if Sawyer ain't
               charmed. Reaches into his pack, emerges with a whole HANDFUL
               of mini-bottles.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         All right, Sassafrass -- but you
                         wanna drink? You gotta play.
          
                                    KATE
                             (smelling the rat)
                         Play what?
          
                                       SAWYER
                         I never.
          
                                       KATE
                         What?
          
                                       SAWYER
                         I.   Never.
          
                                   KATE
                         Am I supposed to know what that is?
          
          
          
          
                                                                  
          
          19   (CON T'D): (2)                                                19
          
          
                                   SAWYER
                         A game is what it is. Call it a
                         way to get to know each other
                         better. For example...
                             (grins)
                         I know you never went to college.
          
                                   KATE
                             (he's right)
                         And how do you know that?
          
                                   SAWYER
                         If you had, you'd a heard of "I
                         Never."
          
               Sawyer tosses her a MINI-BOTTLE --
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         Simple. You say "I never..." and
                         then finish the sentence. If it's
                         something you did, you drink. If
                         it's something you never did, you
                         don't drink.
          
               Kate absorbs this.     Then --
          
                                   KATE
                         That makes absolutely no sense.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Then learn by example.
                             (declares)
                         I have never kissed a man.
                             (a beat)
                         Now you drink.
                             (another beat)
                         `Cause you've kissed a man.
          
               Subtext -- That man being him.    Kate sighs --
          
                                   KATE
                         What's the object of this game?
          
                                   SAWYER
                         What's the object of anything?
          
               ON KATE. Deciding whether or not to embark on this
               foolishness. Sawyer's just lookin' at her, eyes twinkling --
          
               So she cracks open her bottle.    DRINKS.     Sawyer grins,
               impressed --
          
          
          
                                                                 
          
          19   (CON T'D): (3)                                                19
          
          
                                      SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         Your turn.
          
                                   KATE
                             (thinks; then)
                         I've never implied I went to
                         college when I really haven't.
          
               And Sawyer's grin is GONE.    But rules are rules.     He drinks.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         I never been to Disneyland.
          
               Kate does NOT drink.
          
                                    SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         Aww.   That's plain sad.
          
                                   KATE
                         I've never worn pink.
          
               Sawyer GLARES at her.    But DRINKS.     By way of explanation --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         The eighties.
                             (moving on)
                         I never voted Democrat.
          
               Kate doesn't drink.
          
                                   KATE
                         I've never voted.
          
               Sawyer smiles.   Drinks.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         I never been in love.
          
                                   KATE
                             (bullshit)
                         You've never been in love.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Ain't drinking, am I?
          
               Kate might not buy it (hell, WE might not buy it), but she
               drinks. Then --
          
                                   KATE
                         I've never had a one-night stand.
          
               Sawyer takes a healthy swig.
          
          
                                                                 
          
          19   (CON T'D): (4)                                             19
          
          
                                   SAWYER
                         I gotta drink for each one?
          
                                    KATE
                             (ha-ha)
                         Your turn.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         I never been married.
          
               Kate eyes him for a second.   And then she takes a little sip.
          
                                   KATE
                         Didn't last long.
          
               Sawyer, INTRIGUED as she reaches for a new bottle --
          
                                   KATE (CONT'D)
                         I never blamed a boar for all my
                         problems.
          
                                                   Yet, Sawyer DRINKS.
               O-kay. Now it's getting personal.
               Fires back --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         I never cared about getting carte
                         blanche `cause I just wanted to
                         spend some time with the only other
                         person on this island who just
                         don't belong.
          
               On KATE. And that flash of VULNERABILITY. Yeah -- He
               fucking NAILED her. But she meets his gaze. Takes a drink.
               And fires right back:
          
                                   KATE
                         I never carried a letter around for
                         twenty years because I can't get
                         over my baggage.
          
               And Sawyer goes cold. Locks that stare into her.    But
               drinks. Holds the stare for a beat, then:
          
                                   SAWYER
                         I never killed a man.
          
               And there it is. After all this time. The handcuffs. The
               case. The guns. The Marshal. It doesn't matter when he
               found out, but he KNOWS.
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          19   (CON T'D): (5)                                               19
          
          
               He looks at her, for a reaction. SEES a flash of intense
               vulnerability, then covers it. She doesn't want to give him
               the fucking satisfaction.
          
               And she drinks.
          
               ON SAWYER. Not as surprised as we might expect him to be.
               But what is surprising...
          
               Is that Sawyer drinks TOO.   Drains his whole mini-bottle.
               And when he's done --
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         Well, looks like we got something
                         in common after all.
          
               And OFF this dark tableau --
          
                                                             CUT TO BLACK:              
          
          
                                      END OF ACT TWO
          
          
          
          
                                                             
          
          
          
                                         ACT THREE
          
               INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT - FLASHBACK                                 20
          20
          
               OVER BLACK WE HEAR:
          
                                   FEMALE VOICE                                         
                         Don't come out. Don't make a
                         sound.
               ON A GUNSHOT we CUT IN to the FLASHBACK we saw at the
               beginning of the Teaser: Young Sawyer's under the bed, we
               hear the quick succession of shots -- bang bang bang bang.
          
               And then SILENCE.
          
               PUSH IN on young Sawyer. He's terrified -- we hear his
               sharp, quick BREATHS. As he looks out from under his bed, we
               hear the sound of SOMETHING walking across the hardwood
               floor. The boy's eyes go wide.
          
               HIS POV -- as the door to his room opens -- CREEAAK -- just
               like we saw before...                                                    
          
                                   WHISPERED VOICE (O.S.)                               
                         I was gonna pay...                                             
          
               But then, instead of boots, we see THE HOOVES OF A BOAR walk
               in through the bedroom door.                                             
          
                                   KATE (O.S.)
                         -- Sawyer --
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - MORNING                                            21
          21
          
               Sawyer awakes with a start as Kate rousts him from his
               nightmare.
          
                                      KATE
                         Sawyer --
          
                                      SAWYER
                         Wh-what --
          
               He focuses, realizes he's been dreaming.      He exhales, rubs
               his eyes -- jesus christ...
          
                                    KATE
                         You okay?
                             (beat)
                         You're shaking...
          
          
          
          
                                                                
          
          21   (CON T'D):                                                 21
          
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (shakes head)
                         I'm... fine... It was just a --
          
               Off his look we CUT WIDE TO REVEAL their camp has been
               RANSACKED. The entire contents of Sawyer's backpack are
               strewn all about the area -- torn clothes, empty liquor
               bottles, food wrappers. It's a mess.
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         I don't believe this...                                      
          
                                   KATE
                             (reluctant)
                         Yeah. There's... hoof marks
                         everywhere and most of your stuff
                         looks like it's been... chewed.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Look at this!                                                
          
                                    KATE
                         I can't figure out how we didn't
                         wake up --
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (looking around, furious)
                         It ate all our stuff...
          
                                   KATE
                         No, it only destroyed your stuff.
                         My stuff's fine.
          
               She points -- there's her backpack on the ground, completely
               intact. Sawyer's face darkens.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         That hog's gonna suffer, I swear to
                         god --
          
               And as he says that, they hear a rustling in the jungle.
               Sawyer locks eyes at Kate -- Whip-fast, he yanks the gun from
               his waistband, aims it just as
          
               LOCKE
          
               Walks right into their campsite. Backpack strapped to his
               shoulders. He's eating a piece of fruit, not bothered in the
               slightest.
          
                                      LOCKE
                         Mornin'.
          
          
                                                               
          
          21   (CON T'D): (2)                                             21
          
          
               They just stare at him -- what the fuck is he doing way out
               here? Locke takes a bite of his fruit, surveying the mess
               around them. Then:
          
                                   LOCKE (CONT'D)
                         What happened to your campsite?
          
                                                                           22
          22   EXT. JUNGLE - MORNING - LATER
          
               CLOSE ON A TIN POT heating coffee over the fire. WIDEN OUT
               as Locke pulls the pot off, pours CUPS for himself and Kate.
          
               While they talk, Sawyer angrily walks around camp, picking up
               his destroyed items --
          
                                   KATE
                         So what're you doing all the way
                         out here, John?
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Looking for salvage from the crash.
                         Tail came off over the water, so we
                         were losing pieces as we came in.
                         I've been back-tracking the course.
          
                                   KATE
                         Find anything useful?
          
                                   LOCKE
                         The occasional scrap of metal --
                             (raises his cup)
                         -- few bags of coffee. Stumbled
                         across your path about a mile back
                         -- thought I'd say howdy.
          
               Kate studies Locke for a moment. Maybe starting to feel that
               Locke ain't exactly telling the complete truth here. Then --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         SONOFABITCH!
          
               Sawyer throws down a T-SHIRT like it's on fire --
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         It peed on my damn shirt!
                             (amazed almost)                                          
                         Took my shirt out of my pack and
                         peed on it.
                             (pointing at the shirt)
                         I wore that shirt the day we came
                         here. Only piece of clothing that
                         was mine. And he peed on it.
                                   (MOR E)
          
                                                               
          
          22   (CON T'D):                                                   22
                                   SAW YER (CONT'D)
                             (glares at Kate)
                         And you say this ain't personal?
          
               Kate shakes her head, turns to Locke --
          
                                   KATE
                         He's convinced the boar we're after
                         has a vendetta against him.
          
                                      LOCKE
                         Uh huh.
          
                           SAWYER                            KATE
               That's three! Three times he
               attacked me...                    -- Maybe it's got your scent.
                                                 Doesn't like your cologne...
          
                           SAWYER                            KATE
               I don't wear cologne.
                                                 -- Yes you do.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Yeah. Well...
                             (fuck you)
                         He's got it in for me.
          
                                   KATE
                         It's just a boar.
          
               Sawyer stares at Kate.    Kate stares at Sawyer.   Then --
          
                                   LOCKE
                         My sister Jeannie died when I was a
                         boy. She fell off the monkey bars.
                         Broke her neck.
          
               Kate and Sawyer turn to Locke, both wondering what's gonna
               justify that segue --
          
                                    LOCKE (CONT'D)
                         My mother -- well, she blamed
                         herself of course. Thought she
                         should've been watching closer.
                             (beat)
                         So she stopped eating. Stopped
                         sleeping. Then she just stopped
                         speaking all together. She'd just
                         sit on the couch and stare off into
                         space. The neighbors started
                         talking -- afraid she might do
                         something to herself, I guess.
                             (takes a sip of his
                              coffee; savoring it)
                                    (MOR E)
          
                                                               
          
          22   (CON T'D): (2)                                             22
                                    LOC KE (CONT'D)
                         Mmmmm. That's good.
                             (then)
                         Anyway, about six months after
                         Jeannie's funeral, this golden
                         retriever comes padding up our
                         driveway, walks right into our
                         house, sits down on the floor and
                         looks right at my mother there on
                         the couch. And my mother looks
                         back at the dog. And after a
                         minute of this -- them both staring
                         at each other like that...
                             (beat)
                         My mother burst into tears.
          
               Kate looks to Sawyer, but he is absolutely RIVETED on Locke --
          
                                   LOCKE (CONT'D)
                         Beautiful dog. No tags. No
                         collar. Healthy. And sweet. A
                         little older than a puppy. About
                         six months, we figured.
                             (and here it is)
                         Dog slept in Jeannie's old room on
                         Jeannie's old bed and stayed with
                         us until my mother passed eight
                         years later. Disappeared back to
                         wherever it was she came from in
                         the first place.
          
               Locke drains his coffee. Story ended. Sawyer still
               transfixed, but Kate? Well, Kate's a pragmatist --
          
                                   KATE
                         You're saying the dog was your
                         sister?
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Well that would be silly.
          
               Then, he turns to Sawyer --
          
                                   LOCKE (CONT'D)
                         But my mother thought it was.
                         Thought Jeannie came back to let
                         her know that it was okay. To tell
                         her the accident wasn't her fault.
                         To let her off the hook.
          
               And Sawyer does not like Locke's gaze.   Because somehow, it
               can SEE right INTO HIM.
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          22   (CON T'D): (3)                                              22
          
          
               And as twisted and bizarre as this parable is, we're most
               certain that Sawyer is BUYING INTO IT --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         So whose fault was it.
          
                                       LOCKE
                         Sorry?
          
                                   SAWYER
                         The accident. On the monkey bars.
          
                                       LOCKE
                         Oh.
                             (thinks; then)
                         I don't know. Wasn't there.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Then who says your sister wanted to
                         let your momma off the hook?
          
               Locke considers this.     Then --
          
                                    LOCKE
                         Well I suppose if she hadn't...
                             (beat)
                         Jeannie would've come back as a
                         much meaner dog, wouldn't she?
          
               Locke smiles... but Sawyer doesn't take it as a joke.   Not at
               all. And as we PUSH IN ON SAWYER we CUT TO:
          
               EXT. SHRIMP TRUCK - DAY - FLASHBACK                         23
          23
          
               CLOSE ON a car door opening. Out steps Sawyer. And he's                 
               holding the .357 REVOLVER he purchased at his side. He puts             
               it in his coat pocket.                                                  
          
               WIDEN TO REVEAL Sawyer is standing not far from a lonely                
               SHRIMP TRUCK open for business on the side of the Australian
               beach. Sawyer scans the area. Nobody is around except a                 
               single customer at the truck.                                           
          
               And now Sawyer slowly starts walking towards it.    His hand's          
               in his jacket pocket, holding the gun.
          
               He approaches the truck. Gets in line behind the remaining              
               CUSTOMER. As he does so, he glances up toward the man
               working at the counter and we see --
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          23   (CON T'D):                                                    23
          
          
               It's him.
          
               The guy who ruined Sawyer's life. The guy Hibbs showed us
               with the picture in Act One. The Original Sawyer (but for
               the sake of clarity, let's refer to him by his current alias,
               "Duckett.")
          
               DUCKETT's middle-aged. Sagging face. He has a sense of
               danger about him -- a tough guy stuck behind the counter of a
               second-rate shrimp truck.
          
               ON SAWYER -- his eyes are locked on Duckett.      And as we HOLD
               ON HIM, everything GOES QUIET.
          
               ON DUCKETT -- he takes the money from the customer in front
               of Sawyer. Everything played silent.
          
               BACK ON SAWYER -- we see it play out on his face -- he's
               found him. The man he's been looking foro his entire life.
          
               Sawyer's so focused, in fact, that he fails to realize --
          
                                      DUCKETT (O.S.)
                            Hey -- pal --
          
               Duckett's talking to him.
          
                                      DUCKETT (CONT'D)
                            Only two choices -- shrimp in mild
                            sauce and shrimp in hot sauce.
          
               Sawyer snaps out of it.     Swallows.
          
                                      SAWYER
                            I'll go with the hot...
          
                                       DUCKETT
                                (nods)
                            Hot it is...
          
               He turns around, places a handful of shrimp in a basket,
               drops the basket in boiling water. As he works, he speaks
               over his shoulder:
          
                                      DUCKETT (CONT'D)
                            Fellow American, huh?... Good for                            
                            you. You missed the lunch rush.                              
          
               Sawyer looks to his left -- EMPTY BEACH.    He looks to his
               right -- EMPTY BEACH. They're alone.
          
          
          
          
                                                                 
          
          23   (CON T'D): (2)                                               23
          
          
                                   DUCKETT (CONT'D)
                         Whereabouts you from?
          
               He stares at Duckett's back.   Keeping his eyes locked on him.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Tennessee...
          
               But as Sawyer stares at him, we see his eyes start to waver.
               Something's wrong...
          
                                    DUCKETT
                             (nods)
                         Love the South. Miss the southern
                         women.
          
               Now that Sawyer's in the moment, he's having second thoughts.            
               Because it's not that easy to kill a man. And we see it play             
               out on his face.                                                         
          
                                   DUCKETT (CONT'D)
                         You in Australia long?
          
                                   SAWYER                                               
                         Not really.
          
               Sawyer wipes the rain out of his eyes. Duckett continues
               with his business, pulling the shrimp out the water.
          
                                   DUCKETT
                         Well -- fer what it's worth -- I
                         run a special here at the truck --
                         half off for all Americans.
          
               He turns around, faces Sawyer.
          
                                   DUCKETT (CONT'D)
                         My name's Frank, by the way.
          
               And we HOLD ON SAWYER -- what does he tell him?    A beat,
               then:
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (quietly)
                         James.
          
               Duckett nods, turns back around.
          
                                   DUCKETT
                         Good to meet ya, James.
          
          
          
          
                                                              
          
          23   (CON T'D): (3)                                             23
          
          
               WE'RE CLOSE ON SAWYER -- on his face: the moment he realizes
               he's not a killer. He looks down -- what am I doing?
          
               ON DUCKETT, wrapping the shrimp up for sale.
          
                                   DUCKETT (CONT'D)
                         Okay -- one shrimp in hot sauce
                         comin' right --
          
               But as he turns back around, we reveal Sawyer's gone.
          
                                      DUCKETT (CONT'D)
                         -- up...
          
                                                                   CUT TO:
          
                                                                             24
               EXT. BEACH - DAY
          24
          
               Sayid's on the beach, diligently going over his MAPS.
          
                                   HURLEY (O.S.)
                         Yo Sayid --
          
               Sayid looks up, finds Hurley approaching.
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         Can I ask you a question?
          
               Sayid nods -- of course.
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         Did you ever get like, Gulf War
                         Syndrome?
          
                                   SAYID
                             (with patience)
                         That was the other side.
          
                                    HURLEY
                         Oh.   Right.
          
                                   SAYID
                             (frowns)
                         Why do you want to know if I've had
                         chemical attack-related illness?
          
                                    HURLEY
                         Becau --
                             (beat)
                         That's what Gulf War Syndrome is?
          
               Sayid nods.
          
          
                                                               
          
          24   (CON T'D):                                                    24
          
          
                                      HURLEY (CONT'D)
                            What's the one where you're all...
                            shellshocked?
          
                                      SAYID
                            Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
          
                                       HURLEY
                                (snaps his fingers)
                            That's it.
                                (beat)
                            Did you ever have that?
          
                                      SAYID
                            Again -- why do you ask?
          
                                      HURLEY
                            I'm worried about Charlie...
          
                                      SAYID
                            What's wrong with Charlie...
          
                                      HURLEY
                            Well -- nothing.
                                (off Sayid's look)
                            That's just it -- I mean, he killed
                            a man -- shot him four times in the
                            chest -- and he's acting like he's
                            totally fine...
          
               And as Sayid takes this in --
          
               EXT. RIVER CREEK - DAY                                         25         
          25
          
               CLOSE ON SAWYER, trekking with purpose through the jungle                 
               past a creek. Kate's a few steps behind him -- he seems to                
               be following the boar's tracks on his own.
          
                                      KATE
                            You don't believe him, do you?
          
                                      SAWYER
                            Man says he's tracking wreckage,
                            he's tracking wreckage.
          
                                      KATE
                            No, I mean, about the boar...
          
          
          
          
                                                                  
          
          25   (CON T'D):                                                 25
          
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (shrugs)
                         Let's just say it'll be fun to see
                         what it comes back as in its next
                         life.                                                        
          
                                   KATE
                         Sawyer -- seriously --
          
               But he's got that INTENSITY in his eyes -- he's barely paying
               attention as he presses onward.
          
                                      KATE (CONT'D)
                         Sawyer --
          
               She stops in her tracks. Once he realizes she's no longer
               following him, he turns, looks at her.
          
                                    KATE (CONT'D)
                         What are we doing?
                             (beat)
                         We're miles from camp. Even if we                            
                         manage to find it, it weighs what?
                         Eight hundred pounds? There's no
                         way we're going to be able to bring
                         it back.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Who said anything about bringing it
                         back?
          
               CLOSE ON SAWYER as he turns, continuing onward --
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         We're out here to kill it.
          
               INT. BAR - DAY - FLASHBACK                                   26
          26
          
               CLOSE ON SAWYER as he TOSSES BACK A SHOT of something dark
               and dirty --
          
                                      SAWYER
                         Again.
          
               WIDEN to find him bellied up to a BAR. Dingy. Sawdust on
               the floor. Immediately get the feeling that we are in the
               armpit of Sydney -- You come to this place to DRINK. Still,
               THE AUSTRALIAN BARTENDER eyes Sawyer warily --
          
                                   BARTENDER
                         You sure about that, mate?
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          26   (CON T'D):                                                 26
          
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (I'm fucking sure)
                         Again.
          
               On Sawyer. ANGER. SELF-LOATHING -- more than usual. And so
               the bartender fills the shot glass again. That's when --
          
                                   VOICE (O.S.)
                         You tell him, cowboy. These
                         bastards think Americans can't hold
                         their liquor.
          
               The VOICE comes from the man sitting at the bar next to him
               (who, at this point, is out of frame.) Sawyer glances at
               him, then tosses back his shot --
          
                                      SAWYER
                         Again.
          
               This time, the Bartender fills the glass without protest as
               The VOICE (does it sound somehow familiar?) comes again --
          
                                   VOICE (O.S.)
                         Hate to put my hand out -- but I
                         can't seem to find my wallet. Any
                         way you could...?
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (to the bartender)
                         Set him up.
          
               In the FOREGROUND, the Bartender sets up a glass. POURS.    A
               HAND reaches in (okay, why aren't we SHOWING this guy?),
               folds around it, APPRECIATIVE --
          
                                   VOICE (O.S.)
                         I drink to you. What's your name,
                         cowboy?
          
                                      SAWYER
                         Sawyer.
          
               The hand raises the GLASS --
          
                                   VOICE (O.S.)
                         To Sawyer. May he find whatever
                         he's looking for at the bottom of a
                         glass.
          
               And this -- hopefully -- is one of those moments where people
               lose their FUCKING MIND. Because we follow the glass up to
               the lips of...
          
          
                                                               
          
          26   (CON T'D): (2)                                              26
          
          
               CHRISTIAN SHEPHARD.    Jack's father.
          
               And for the loyal fans of the show with an astute enough
               memory, we're probably realizing right now that this might be
               Shephard's last day on Earth.
          
               For the rest of us?    Well, we'll figure it out eventually.
          
                                   SHEPHARD
                         So, Sawyer -- what brings you to
                         Sydney?
          
                                      SAWYER
                         Business.
          
                                   SHEPHARD
                         Three PM on a Tuesday afternoon and
                         you're throwing back bourbon.
                             (smiles)
                         That's my kind of business.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         What brings you to Sydney?
          
                                   SHEPHARD
                         Furthest I could run.
                             (beat; then)
                         Know why they call Australia "Down
                         Under?" `Cause it's as close to
                         hell as you can get without getting
                         burned.
          
               Sawyer actually SMILES at that one.     If this guy only knew.
               To the Bartender --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         How about you leave the bottle,
                         Slim.
          
               The Bartender obliges.    Sawyer pours two more shots.
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         What's your handle -- back in the
                         States?
          
                                      SHEPHARD
                         I...
                             (downs the shot)
                         Was a Chief of Surgery.
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          26   (CON T'D): (3)                                                26
          
          
                             SAWYER                            SHEPHARD
               Was?
                                                  -- Was.
          
                                      SAWYER
                            So we're in hell, huh?
          
                                     SHEPHARD
                            Not in. Just close.   Or maybe on
                            our way.
          
               Sawyer shakes his head --
          
                                      SAWYER
                            Speak for yourself.
          
                                      SHEPHARD
                            Don't let the air conditioning fool
                            you, son. You're here, too. And
                            you're suffering.
          
               ON SAWYER.    Bingo.   And Shephard knows it.
          
                                      SHEPHARD (CONT'D)
                            Hey -- Don't beat yourself up about
                            it. It's fate. Some people are
                            supposed to suffer. It's why the
                            Red Sox'll never win the damn
                            Series -- They're made to suffer.
          
                                      SAWYER
                                (defiant)
                            I ain't made to do anything.
          
                                      SHEPHARD
                            Okay. Then let me ask you
                            something, Sawyer -- Do you have
                            the means to end it?
          
                           SAWYER                              SHEPHARD
               What the hell are you --?!?
                                                  -- Your suffering. Do you
                                                  have the means to put it to
                                                  rest? Make it go away?
          
               Sawyer is NAILED again.    His look says it all.
          
                                      SHEPHARD (CONT'D)
                            Yeah. Me too.
                                (drinks)
                            But we don't end it, do we?
          
          
          
                                                                  
          
          26   (CON T'D): (4)                                            26
          
          
               Shephard slides a little closer. And this does NOT play
               drunk. In fact, it's extremely lucid. Plain. And SAD.
          
                                    SHEPHARD (CONT'D)
                         I have a son -- about your age.
                         He's not like me. He keeps it
                         simple, does what's in his heart.
                         A good man. Maybe a great one.
                             (beat)
                         Right now, he thinks I hate him.
                         That I feel betrayed by him. But
                         what I really feel?
                             (hard to say)
                         Is gratitude. And pride. Because
                         what he did to me? For me? It
                         took more courage than...
                             (there isn't a word; so)
                         There's a payphone over there. I
                         could pick it up, call my son. And
                         I could tell him all this.
                             (beat)
                         And I could tell him I love him.
                             (beat)
                         One simple phone call and I could
                         fix... everything. I could take
                         away his suffering.
          
               ON SAWYER. Taken by all this. Affected by it.     So he asks
               the question we all want the answer to --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Why don't you?
          
               And Shephard knows the answer instantly --
          
                                   SHEPHARD
                         Because I'm weak.
          
               Shephard picks up the bottle now.   Pours two more.
          
                                   SHEPHARD (CONT'D)
                         You close with your father?
          
               WE'RE CLOSE ON SAWYER as that question lands --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         He died when I was a kid.
          
               Shephard nods.   Then --
          
          
          
          
                                                              
          
          26   (CON T'D): (5)                                             26
          
          
                                    SHEPHARD
                         This "business" you've got.
                             (beat)
                         Will it ease your suffering?
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (thinks about it)
                         Yeah.
          
                                   SHEPHARD
                         Then what are you doing here?
          
                                   SAWYER
                         It's not that simple.
          
                                   SHEPHARD
                         Sure it is.
                             (downs his shot; then)
                         Unless you want to end up like me.
          
               ON SAWYER, wheels turning. What this stranger has just told
               him begins to sink in. AND MAKES SENSE. His face hardens...
          
                                   SAWYER
                         What's your name, Doc?
          
                                       SHEPHARD
                         Christian.
          
               And Sawyer gets up, throws some BILLS on the bar.   Turns to
               Shephard, puts his hand out --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Thank you, Christian.
          
               And as Jack's father shakes Sawyer's hand --
          
                                   SHEPHARD
                         Good luck, Sawyer.
          
               INT. SAWYER'S CAR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK                        27        
          27
          
               THE CAR STOPS. No headlights. Windshield wipers SLAP                   
               against a POURING RAIN. Sawyer looks out the watery glass              
               at the SHRIMP TRUCK, the lone beacon of light against the              
               dark night.                                                            
          
               Sawyer SEES the distant figure of Duckett in the truck                 
               working. Sawyer opens the glove box, pulls out the .357.               
          
               In QUICK CUTS he SLAMS the magazine in place, ready to go,             
               and stuffs it into his jeans.                                          
          
          
                                                              
          
          27   (CON T'D):                                               27
          
          
               He throws the car door open and heads for the truck, walking      
               toward CAMERA, his face darkening with GRIM DETERMINATION...      
          
          
                                      END OF ACT THREE
          
          
          
          
                                                            
          
          
          
                                       ACT FOUR
          
               EXT. BEACH - DAY                                             28
          28
          
               THWACK! A make-shift machete (made from a sharp piece of
               aircraft metal with a wrapped handle) LOPS THE TOP OFF a
               coconut husk.
          
               WIDEN to reveal Charlie using the machete. He's sitting on
               the beach husking coconuts and stacking four or five finished
               ones. He's working skillfully but without much enthusiasm.
          
                                   SAYID (O.S.)
                         You're developing quite a talent.
          
               Charlie looks up to see Sayid there.
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         Yeah well, you know, musical trends
                         being what they are... who knows
                         what'll be popular when we get back
                         home?
                             (thwack!)
                         Now I've got a skill I can fall
                         back on.
          
               He works the latest coconut from its husk and tosses it on
               the pile. Sayid sits down next to him. Charlie turns and
               meets Sayid's concerned stare.
          
                                   CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                         Oh, I get it. You're here to check
                         up on me...                                                
          
                                   SAYID
                             (simple; but without any
                              judgement)
                         You killed a man.
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         A man who killed one of us, who
                         kidnapped Claire -- who strung me
                         up and left me for dead. He
                         deserved to die -- and I'd do it
                         again in a minute...
          
               THWACK! Harder now with the machete. This whole little
               speech comes out stronger than Charlie intended --
          
                                   CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                         So pardon me if I'm fresh out of
                         bad feelings.
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          28   (CON T'D):                                                  28
          
          
               Sayid nods.   Then after a beat --
          
                                    SAYID
                         When I was in the army in Tikirt,
                         in Iraq, the man who lived next
                         door was a policeman. One day his
                         car was rigged with a bomb. It
                         went off but it missed him -- it
                         killed his wife and two young
                         children instead.
                             (beat)
                         They caught the man who did it.
                             (another beat)
                         I volunteered to be on the firing
                         squad. And I did my duty without a
                         single ounce of remorse.
          
               Charlie listens to Sayid, acting somewhat disinterested --
               but the thing is, he's stopped work completely.
          
                                   SAYID (CONT'D)
                         Then... for no reason, I started
                         waking up nights. Replaying what I
                         did in my mind.
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         Looks like you're the one who needs
                         checking up on.
          
                                   SAYID
                         What I'm saying is this: what
                         happened with Ethan will be with
                         you for the rest of your life.
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         Meaning an impending lack of sleep?
          
                                   SAYID
                         More than that.
          
               Charlie now meets Sayid's eyes. They bore right into him.
               Charlie's try for a casual and slightly flippant attitude is
               providing him literally no cover.
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         Any suggestions?
          
                                   SAYID                                               
                             (simply)                                                  
                         You're not alone.   Don't pretend to                          
                         be.                                                           
          
          
          
                                                                
          
          28   (CON T'D): (2)                                              28
          
          
               OFF Charlie as that lands with more impact than he thought.
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - DAY                                            29
          29
          
               Sawyer and Kate trek through the jungle. They push through
               the tangled vegetation, Kate scanning the ground ahead of
               them, "cutting for sign."
          
               They are dirty, sweaty and breathing hard. Sawyer looks
               around at the dense, bleak jungle as they march forward.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         I take comfort in knowing...
                         someday this is all gonna be a real
                         nice shoppin' complex or maybe an
                         auto mall...
          
               Kate is focused on something else. She veers quickly off
               their path onto a narrow sliver of trail.
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         Where ya goin'?...
          
               Kate stops ahead on the trail because she's found something.
               She waits for Sawyer to catch up. Which he does.
          
                                   KATE
                         Know what this is?
          
                                   SAWYER
                         A hole in the mud?
          
                                       KATE
                         A wallow.
          
                           SAWYER                              KATE
               What the hell's a wa--
                                                 -- A   boar's wallow. It's his
                                                 den,   where he sleeps. And
                                                 look   at the tree rubbings
                                                 from   his tusks.
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (intent now)
                         You mean he's around here?
          
                                       KATE
                         Maybe
          
               That's when Sawyer hears a RUSTLING NOISE.
          
          
          
          
                                                                
          
          29   (CON T'D):                                            29
          
          
                                      SAWYER
                         Hear that?
          
          
          
          
                                                          
          
          29   (CON T'D): (2)                                                 29
          
          
               Sawyer rushes into the bushes following the noise. He's all
               AMPED UP. URGENT and INTENSE. KNOWING he's damn close to
               finding the boar now.
          
                                       KATE
                          Wait --
          
               Too late. We hear RUSTLING, BRUSH CRASHING, BRANCHES
               SNAPPING -- and we HEAR Sawyer GRUNTING, SCRAMBLING --
          
                             KATE                           SAWYER (O.S.)
               Sawyer?!...
                                                  Gotcha!
          
               Followed by an intense SHRIEKING HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAL.        Kate
               starts after him, but then the bushes part and Sawyer
               reemerges -- holding a BOAR PIGLET.
          
                                    KATE (CONT'D)
                              (deadpan)
                          I thought it'd be bigger.
          
                                    SAWYER
                          Funny. Now we know daddy's gotta
                          be close by.
          
               So Sawyer grabs the piglet's little leg and starts TWISTING
               IT. The piglet starts to WAIL LIKE A BANSHEE. SQUEALING and
               YELPING INSANELY.
          
                            KATE                               SAWYER
               Stop it Sawyer! What is the
               matter with you?!
                                                  Here PIGGY, PIGGY, PIGGY -- !
               Stop it!   Damn it!    Let it         (twisting some more)
               go!                                Over here, daddy!
          
               PUT IT DOWN -- RIGHT NOW!          Where are ya?! `Cause we're
                                                  right over here!
               I said PUT IT DOWN!
          
               She tries to grab the piglet but Sawyer twists away from her,
               so Kate does the only reasonable thing she can do -- she
               KICKS SAWYER IN THE ACHILLES TENDON. Kicks him HARD.
          
                                       SAWYER (CONT'D)
                          OWWW!     What are YOU DOIN'?!                                  
          
               In his weakened state Kate GRABS THE PIGLET from his arms --
               and lets it go. The piglet hits the ground scrambling for
               purchase -- SQUEALING like crazy -- and SCURRIES OFF fast as
               its little legs can carry it into the bushes.
          
          
                                                                 
          
          29   (CON T'D): (3)                                                29
          
          
                              KATE                              SAWYER
               You're SICK!
                                                     I didn't hurt it!
          
               She starts to storm off.
          
                                   KATE
                         We're done. Game over.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         What are you talkin' about?! --
          
                                   KATE
                         Find your own way back.
          
                                   SAWYER                                                
                         No problem.                                                     
          
               And she strides away, angry as hell. OFF Sawyer, pissed,
               watching her go, but still on this fucking mission.                       
          
               EXT. SHRIMP TRUCK - NIGHT - FLASHBACK                          30
          30
          
               RAIN is still FALLING. Duckett is closing up his shrimp                   
               truck. He hefts a large TRASH BAG, carries it to a nearby                 
               DUMPSTER.
          
               REVERSE to find Sawyer, waiting. Now he starts walking                    
               towards Duckett. And he's different. No longer nervous. No
               longer conflicted. His conversation with Jack's dad has him
               steeled for what he has to do.
          
               As Duckett hefts the garbage bag into the dumpster, Sawyer
               walks up behind him --
          
                                       SAWYER
                         Sawyer --
          
               And as Duckett turns around --
          
               BAM -- Sawyer shoots him.        Right in the stomach.
          
               Duckett DROPS. He lands on the ground, back against the
               dumpster. Not quite dead. Not yet.
          
               Sawyer kneels down next to him.       Duckett gasps, shock
               splashed all over his face.
          
               Sawyer calmly reaches into his pocket and pulls out his
               LETTER (last seen in episode 106.)
          
          
          
          
                                                                  
          
          30   (CON T'D):                                         30
          
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         I got a letter for you...
          
          
          
          
                                                       
          
          30   (CON T'D): (2)                                             30
          
          
               Duckett squirms on the ground, holding his stomach, life
               draining out of him. He looks at his hands -- they're
               covered in blood.
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         "Dear Mr. Sawyer -- "
          
                                   DUCKETT
                             (coughing)
                         Who --
          
               And that's enough to give Sawyer pause.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         You used to go by the name
                         Sawyer...
          
               Duckett shakes his head, losing focus.
          
                                   DUCKETT
                         The hell you talkin' about...
          
               He coughs, looks at his hands again.
          
                                    DUCKETT (CONT'D)
                         You didn't have to --
                             (beat)
                         Tell Hibbs I would've...
          
               And as soon as Sawyer hears "Hibbs" his face drops.
          
                                    SAWYER
                         You know Hibbs?
                             (beat)
                         How do you know Hibbs?
          
               But Duckett's almost gone.
          
                                   DUCKETT
                         Tell Hibbs I would've paid him...
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (putting it together)
                         You borrowed money from Hibbs...
          
               Duckett coughs, looks at Sawyer.
          
                                   DUCKETT
                         You don't know what you're doing,
                         do you...
                             (glassy eyed)
                         It'll come back around.
          
          
                                                             
          
          30   (CON T'D): (3)                                              30
          
          
               And as he dies, he whispers his final words:
          
                                   DUCKETT (CONT'D)
                         I was gonna pay...
          
               Sawyer stares at Duckett.
          
               And we see it play out on his face: He's been fucking conned.
          
               And we're CLOSE ON Sawyer when the horror of the full-
               realization hits him: he's now a cold-blooded killer.
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - DAY                                           31
          31
          
               Sawyer spins around 360 degrees, realizes he's fucked out
               here by himself. He makes up his mind, jams off through the
               jungle after Kate, pissed but exasperated that she deserted
               him.
          
                                      SAWYER
                         Kate!
          
                                                                           32
               EXT. MORE JUNGLE - DAY - CONTINUOUS
          32
          
               Sawyer strides into a more open area, looks around, trying to
               follow the direction she took -- but hell -- he doesn't know            
               -- and she's nowhere in sight.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         C'mon, Kate! Where are y--?
          
               Suddenly, he stops short. Even backs up a step or two
               because standing right in his path is the fucking BOAR.    That
               big one. The one he's been hunting.
          
               Sawyer draws his gun.
          
               The boar doesn't move -- doesn't go anywhere. Instead, its
               head turns and A BIG BROWN EYE stares over at Sawyer.
          
               Sawyer, looks out over his outstretched gun, stares right
               back at the boar.
          
               Now we see KATE step INTO VIEW, behind Sawyer.    But he
               doesn't see her.
          
               Instead, for the longest moment Sawyer and the fucking boar
               have a STARE-OFF. They look at each other.
          
               And from the intense expression on Sawyer's face we're just
               waiting for him to pull the trigger...
          
          
          
                                                              
          
          32   (CON T'D):                                                  32
          
          
               But he doesn't.   Instead he lowers the gun.
          
               The BOAR waits a final beat, watching him, then turns and
               walks off into the brush.
          
               Sawyer stands there, gun hanging down at his side, trying to
               collect himself.
          
               Now he senses something -- turns to see Kate watching him.
               SEES that she saw the whole thing -- and in her face is an
               appreciation for what he just did. Except Sawyer DOESN'T
               WANT IT. He walks right back past her. Meets her eyes for
               only the briefest of moments to say --
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)                                     
                             (shrugs)                                                  
                         It's just a boar.                                             
                             (as he goes)                                              
                         Let's get back to camp.
          
               Kate takes this in then walks after him, drawn toward this
               complicated, troubled soul. Because she is one herself.
          
                                                              CUT TO BLACK:
          
          
                                      END OF ACT FOUR
          
          
          
          
                                                              
          
          
          
                                         ACT FIVE
          
               EXT. JUNGLE - DUSK                                          33
          33
          
               FIND Kate and Sawyer walking back out of the jungle and onto        
               the beach.                                                          
          
                                   KATE
                         ...a deal's a deal.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         The deal was for toiletries --
          
                                   KATE
                         "Carte blanche." Whatever I want.
                         And I want the gun.
          
               And now we see they are being observed by Jack, much further        
               down the beach. Way out of earshot, and they do not see him,        
               but he SEES them returning together and takes note.                 
          
               BACK ON SAWYER AND KATE                                             
          
                                   SAWYER                                          
                         I didn't kill the damn hog --
          
                                   KATE
                         I said I'd help you find it.    We
                         found it.
          
               Sawyer stops in his tracks, realizing something.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Jack asked me for the gun two days
                         ago...
                             (beat, cold)
                         That why you came on this trek --
                         to do your doctor boyfriend a
                         favor?
          
               She meets his gaze, not giving him an inch.
          
                                    KATE
                         You needed help. I helped.     You
                         don't like the deal?
                             (beat)
                         Not my problem.
          
               As Sawyer stares at her, jaw set, mulling this.
          
                                                                           34
          34   EXT. BEACH - DUSK
          
               We're ON CLAIRE as she watches DOWN THE BEACH --
          
          
                                                               
          
          34   (CON T'D):                                               34
          
          
               Walt and Vincent are running through the shallows of the
               ocean. Laughing. PLAYING. Michael is there also, now
               adding decking to connect his bundled bamboo pontoons. (Or
               whatever appropriate advancements we see in the raft
               construction.)
          
          
          
          
                                                            
          
          34   (CON T'D): (2)                                                34
          
          
               Beyond them, JIN and SUN are working together making                      
               (repairing or adding to) Jin's fishing net. They are                      
               comfortable, working in tandem. Make small talk to                        
               themselves.                                                               
          
               BACK ON CLAIRE -- Hand on her belly, brow furrowed.       This is
               A JOY she is trying to connect to.
          
                                      CHARLIE
                         Hey.
          
               Claire turns to see CHARLIE.
          
                                      CLAIRE
                         Hey.
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         Wanna go for that walk?
          
               Claire looks at him.    Sees him trying to reestablish their
               connection.
          
                                      CLAIRE
                         Sure.
          
               He helps her up and they walk off together down the beach --
          
                                                                              35         
          35   EXT. OUTSIDE THE VALLEY - DUSK
          
               AS JACK moves some gear, we hear a voice behind him say:
          
                                   SAWYER (O.S.)
                         Stick `em up.
          
               Jack turns around, FINDS SAWYER, his gun actually pointing up
               at Jack from his hip. OUTLAW STYLE. Jack regards him, then:
          
                                   JACK
                         You trying to be funny?
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Yeah. But I was fresh out of pies
                         to throw atcha.
          
               And we sit in this tableau for just a few moments longer.
               Despite the smile on Sawyer's face, it's TENSE. And it's a
               reminder that these two are not big fans of one another.
          
               Finally, Sawyer turns the gun around, extends it to Jack --
               who, to say the least, is SURPRISED by the gesture --
          
          
          
          
                                                              
          
          35   (CON T'D):                                                 35
          
          
                                   SAWYER (CONT'D)
                         Here ya go, Sheriff.
          
                                   JACK
                         I asked you for this two days ago --
          
                                    SAWYER
                         -- and I told you to stick it.
                             (beat)
                         Guess I had a change of heart.
          
               SAWYER turns, starts heading out of the cave.    We're on him
               as we see Jack in the background ask:
          
                                   JACK
                         What'd she give you?
          
               Sawyer turns around, locks eyes with him.
          
                                      SAWYER
                         Sorry?
          
                                   JACK
                             (don't fucking play with
                              me, asshole)
                         Kate. What'd she give you?
          
               Sawyer considers this.    Reads a hint of Jack's jealousy here.
               And then? He GRINS --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         Nothin' she wasn't willing to part
                         with.
          
               Jack shakes his head. Not gonna take the bait.     Turns his
               back on Sawyer, resumes with his gear --
          
               Sawyer's grin WIDENS, pleased with himself as he again turns
               to go -- And he BARELY hears Jack mutter to himself --
          
                                   JACK
                         That's why the Sox'll never win the
                         series.
          
                                  Turns back --
               Sawyer freezes.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         What'd you just say?
          
               Jack keeps his back to Sawyer, continuing with his GEAR --
          
          
          
          
                                                               
          
          35   (CON T'D): (2)                                                 35
          
          
                                          JACK
                             Huh?
          
                                       SAWYER
                             What'd you just say?
          
                                       JACK
                             I said "That's why the Red Sox will
                             never win the Series."
          
                                       SAWYER
                             What the hell does --?!?
          
                                       JACK
                             Something my dad used to say. So
                             he could go through life knowing
                             people hated him. Instead of
                             taking responsibility, he put it on
                             fate. Said he was made that way.
          
               ON SAWYER as the synapses fire. Connections are made.
               Revelations are realized. He can't fucking believe it.
          
                                       SAWYER
                             Your daddy -- He a doctor, too?
          
                                        JACK
                             He was.   He's dead.
          
               Then it occurs to Jack that he's actually having this
               conversation with Sawyer. He stops, turns back to him --
          
                                       JACK (CONT'D)
                             Why do you want to know about my
                             father?
          
               AND WE HOLD ON Sawyer for a LONG BEAT -- REAL LONG. And
               here's his opportunity to let Jack off the hook. To end his
               suffering. To tell Jack his father didn't blame him for what
               happened. To tell him his father did take responsibility for
               his actions. To tell Jack his father LOVED HIM.
          
               And finally --
          
                                          SAWYER
                             No reason.
          
               Oh.   Fuck.
          
               And ON SAWYER -- wondering how he can have more compassion
               for a fucking boar than he can for this man...
          
          
          
                                                                   
          
          35   (CON T'D): (3)                                             35
          
          
               But if he's gonna suffer?   So is everyone fucking else.
          
               And as he turns away from Jack and WALKS OFF --                        
          
                                                            CUT TO BLACK:             
          
          
                                      THE END



Outlaws



Writers :   Drew Goddard
Genres :   Adventure  Drama  Mystery  Thriller


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