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                                  LOST
          
                                 "Pilot"
          
          
                                Written by
          
                       J.J. Abrams & Damon Lindelof 
          
          
          
          
                                  ACT ONE
          
          OVER BLACKNESS, MUSIC. OMINOUS AND FOREBODING. THEN, OUT OF
          THE DARKNESS, A SINGLE WORD. FLOATING IN SPACE, OUT OF
          FOCUS, TOWARD CAMERA. AS IT APPROACHES IT COMES INTO FOCUS,
          BUT IT'S SHARP ONLY FOR A BRIEF MOMENT:
          
                                   LOST
          AS IT NEARS US IT AGAIN LOSES FOCUS -- AND AS WE MOVE THROUGH
          THE "O" OUR MUSIC CRESCENDOS, THEN STOPS ABRUPTLY AS WE CUT
          TO:
          
          A MAN'S EYE
          
          EXTREME CLOSEUP. Open wide. The man's skin wet, speckled
          with soil and flecks of blood. His breathing CLOSELY MIKED --
          erratic. This man's in shock. The SOUNDS of INSECTS and
          ANIMALS other-worldly. A blink.
          
          Then, the REVERSE ANGLE: staring up hundreds of BAMBOO
          STALKS. Sunlight almost impenetrable through the dense
          forest.
          
          SLIGHTLY WIDER on the Man's face as he stares upward,
          disoriented, stunned. 40-years-old. Fit. In normal
          circumstances, one glance would make you feel confident in
          him. Trusting. But here, now, he's the one in trauma.
          
          His name is JACK.
          
          Then, a RUSTLING SOUND -- something COMING -- it gets LOUDER
          and Jack suddenly SNAPS his head to the side to see something
          appear through the thick bamboo foliage --
          
          A WHITE LABRADOR.
          
          Collar. Tags. It stops abruptly, twenty feet away from
          Jack, looking at him. And for the first time, we PULL BACK
          TO A WIDE SHOT of the intense, alien-looking BAMBOO FOREST.
          
          The dog just stares at Jack, who we now see wears a BUSINESS
          SUIT and lies on his back, caught in broken bamboo stalks.
          And Jack just stares back.
          
          It's an odd tableau -- man and dog looking at each other,
          both entirely out of place...
          
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                       2.
          
          
          
          Finally the Lab turns and huffs back into the jungle,
          disappearing in the claustrophobic bamboo -- and Jack would
          call out "Wait" if he could even think that clearly and he
          turns to sit up and it's a PAINFUL MOVE -- he manages to
          extricate himself from the plants -- and while still on his
          knees, he opens up his suit jacket to check out the source of
          his pain. Something on his left side -- but we're so TIGHT
          on his face that whatever he sees, we don't. Yet.
          
          His reaction to his wound is more disappointed than
          terrified. He manages to get to his feet, feeling something
          in his jacket pocket. He reaches in... and pulls out a
          MINIATURE BOTTLE OF VODKA.
          
          And we HOLD ON his face as he looks at it... considering...
          his heart beginning to POUND, his fear growing, as does a
          SOUND -- a FRIGHTENING, ODD SOUND -- something REVVING in the
          distance -- SOMETHING LOUD -- and the horror of what he
          suddenly understands far outweighs any physical pain. He
          moves off --
          
          EXT. BAMBOO FOREST - DAY
          
          Jack moves as fast as he can through the THICK BAMBOO -- and
          as he goes there's something that almost beckons to him -- he
          hurries through the thick growth, his determined eyes focused
          on the thing he approaches -- and as he gets closer to it, we
          finally see it:
          
          A WHITE TENNIS SHOE
          
          Laces untied, caught mid-fall in a bamboo tree, hanging by a
          branch, twelve feet above ground. He stops for a moment,
          looks at it. Again: THE LOUD REVVING -- but it's CLOSER NOW
          - and suddenly the most important thing in the world is that
          he get there and fast -- so he's moving now, even faster than
          before -- through a straight-away miracle path, he's near
          SPRINTING now -- BREATHING QUICKLY, ERRATICALLY as he makes
          his way --
          
          EXT. BRUSH - DAY
          
          -- and now he's running from bamboo into JUNGLE BRUSH --
          thick still, but there's some more sunlight and he's almost
          there and finally he bursts out of the brush onto --
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          -- and Jack runs up, finally stopping dead in an EXTREME
          CLOSEUP. He's bathed in SUNLIGHT now -- squinting at what he
          sees -- and we're just on his eyes.
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                            3.
          
          
               HOLD ON HIM, in shock, until he moves forward -- and IN THE
               SAME SHOT, we PAN AS HE MOVES -- 180 DEGREES UNTIL WE'RE
               BEHIND HIM, LOOKING OUT ON SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIC.
               Only twenty yards away...
          
               A PLANE CRASH ON THE BEACH
          
               777 -- PASSENGER AIRLINER -- 250-Seater -- the MIDDLE SECTION
               of the fuselage PLOWED INTO THE SAND -- one WING STICKING
               STRAIGHT UP, TOWERING SEVEN STORIES INTO THE SKY, sporadic
               SPARKS BURSTING FROM THE INVERTED ENGINE, showering down on
               the absolute MAYHEM on the sand -- ANGLE -- and it is like a
               fucking WARZONE: scattered FIRES and wreckage -- DOZENS OF
               PEOPLE RUNNING ABOUT, some injured, others not -- they're
               helping each other, SCREAMING -- their cries drowned out by
               the SOUND and WIND caused by the ENORMOUS JET ENGINE -- no,
               not the one on the wing pointing upward -- the other one --
               the one on the INVERTED WING, now cracked off its brackets
               and resting at SAND LEVEL. And the ENGINE STILL REVS --
               SPASTICALLY, ERRATICALLY -- SPEWING COOLANT and SPARKS and
               SUCKING IN SAND every time it THROTTLES UP -- TIGHT ON JACK
               as he takes this in, overwhelmed -- knowing he's part of it --
               his eyes WELL UP in fear -- sorrow -- confusion -- and he
               turns to look for help -- ANGLE -- but what he sees... is
               nothing. His look spans 360 degrees: there's only
               spectacular ocean, waves violently CRASHING as far as a half
               mile from shore -- a distant coastline -- then MOUNTAINS --
               jagged, 2000-foot high peeks -- a deep valley of JUNGLE --
               then his eyes are back on the horror of the CRASH -- ANGLE --
               where DOZENS OF LIVES are in the balance -- and all at once
               he knows that some -- perhaps most -- will die if he doesn't
               take action -- and so he does --
          
               EXT. CRASH SITE - DAY
          
               Chaos. Terror. Smoke, fumes, fire -- people desperately
               trying to help each other -- running, screaming -- everything
               happening at once --
                                                                             A8
          A8   ANGLE
               And amid the madness, the JET ENGINE MOMENTARILY REVS DOWN --
               enough to HEAR A MAN'S SCREAM -- Jack turns to the source: a
               MAN is caught -- STUCK UNDERNEATH two rows of airplane seats -
               - ten feet to the side of the malfunctioning engine --
          
               Jack hurries across the insanity toward the man -- flash
               passing pieces of conversation as he runs --
          
                                   KOREAN MAN
                             (searching for his wife)
                         -- SUN!!! SUN!!!
          
          
          
                                                         
          
                                                                             4.
          
          
          
                           MAN #1                          WOMAN #2
               -- GET AWAY FROM THE GAS!!!      -- SHE WAS RIGHT HERE!      I
               STAY OVER THERE!!!               DON'T KNOW!
          
                                    MAN #2
                          I NEED SOME HELP!   PLEASE--!
                                                                                B8
          B8   ANGLE
               -- Jack races past a pretty 20-year-old girl who we HOLD ON
               for a moment -- she just stands there, SCREAMING LIKE A
               MOTHERFUCKER. We'll meet her later.
          
               ANGLE                                                            C8
          C8
               Jack gets to the man stuck under the seats -- he's too close
               to the terrifying, LOUD ENGINE -- which is still so hot that
               HEAT RIPPLES can be seen behind Jack -- who sweats now as he
               tries to LIFT THE ROW OF SEATS off the man --
          
               With the DEAFENING VOLUME of the jet drowning out any
               dialogue, we see Jack YELLING for TWO MEN close by (one of
               them is LOCKE, 58, someone else we'll get to know in a bit) --
               they run over and help -- and the three STRAIN HARD as they
               lift the chair sections off -- Jack then moves to the man --
               whose leg BLEEDS SEVERELY.
          
               Jack rips off his tie, immediately goes to business the way
               only a man with medical training could: he begins making a
               TOURNIQUET, tying the injured man's leg off --
                                                                                D8
          D8   ANGLE
               As he ties the leg, Jack looks up to see a whole mess of
               simultaneous emergencies -- including a 60-year-old WOMAN in
               a PEACH BLOUSE, who lies unconscious with a 30-year-old MAN
               desperately trying to revive her --
          
               WHIP PAN
          
               across the beach of debris to a PREGNANT WOMAN, on her knees,
               struggling to stand, but with no one to help --
          
               ANGLE                                                            E8
          E8
               Jack then yells to the two Men he's with to take the
               Tourniquet Man to safety -- and Jack RUNS -- OVER THE WING,
          
               BEHIND THE MONSTROUS REVVING ENGINE --
          
               over to the Australian Pregnant Woman (CLAIRE) -- he helps
               her up -- helps her walk -- but she stumbles again, strains:
          
          
                                                          
          
                                                                            5.
          
          
          
                                   CLAIRE
                         -- I'm having contractions--
          
               Jack helps her lie down--
          
                                   JACK
                         -- that's not ideal... how many months
                         pregnant are you--?
          
                                   CLAIRE
                             (crying)
                         -- almost eight months--
                                                                             F8
          F8   ANGLE
               -- and he glances up, checking on the unconscious 60-year-old
               Woman in the peach blouse, the 30-year-old Man still trying
               to revive her -- though his eyes are there, he asks Claire:
          
               ANGLE                                                         G8
          G8
                            JACK                          CLAIRE
               -- how far apart are they--?    -- I don't know, a few of 'em
                                               just happened--
          
               AND WE CUT BACK
          
               to the two Men, carrying Tourniquet Man away from --
          
               THE LOUD ENGINE
          
               -- and they're at a safe distance -- that's when ANOTHER MAN,
               his back to us -- someone we haven't seen -- runs past us,
               just in front of the massive engine -- just as it REVS FULL
               BLAST -- AND THE MAN GETS SUCKED INTO THE ENGINE AND JUST AS
               HE HITS THE BLADES WE CUT BACK TO:
          
               JACK
          
               With Claire as the engine EXPLODES in the distance behind
               them -- camera ROCKED, Claire SCREAMS, Jack COVERS Claire
               with his body as debris falls -- LITTERING THE SITE WITH
               PIECES OF FIERY DEBRIS.
          
               ANGLE
          
               At least the HORRIBLE ENGINE NOISE IS GONE now -- and with
               Jack's horrified face close to Claire's, he forces himself to
               appear calm -- to his focus on her:
          
          
          
          
                                                         
          
                                                                         6.
          
          
          
                       JACK                             CLAIRE
          -- listen to me-- listen to          (suddenly, winces,
          me, you're gonna be okay --          scared)
          do you understand? But you        -- there-- God, that's a big
          need to lie absolutely st--       one--
          
                               JACK
                    -- okay --
                         (looks up, calls out:)
                    YOU!
          
          The random person who turns is a MAN -- a large guy, more or
          less frozen in terror -- this is HURLEY.
          
                                 JACK (CONT'D)
                    COME HERE!
                      HURLEY                             JACK
          -- the-- the plane crashed--      Yeah, I know -- get over
                                            here!
          
          And Hurley does -- in this moment he might just follow anyone
          anywhere -- Jack rips off his watch, gives it to him:
          
                  JACK (CONT'D)                         HURLEY
          -- I need you to get this         -- okay-- okay--
          woman away from these fumes!      -- you gotta be kidding me --
          Take her over there! -- Then
          stay with her! Don't let her
          move! If her contractions
          occur closer than three
          minutes apart, call out for
          me!
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                        (with bedside manner, to Claire)
                    I'll be back soon.
          
                              CLAIRE
                    -- thank you--
          
          Jack's already up-- Hurley calling out:
          
                              HURLEY
                    -- hey, what's your name?!
          
          And here it is, the first time we've heard it:
          
                                 JACK
                    Jack!
          
          And Hurley turns back to Claire, who says, crying:
          
          
                                                      
          
                                                                          7.
          
          
          
                              CLAIRE
                    -- I'm sorry --
          
          Hurley quickly begins helping Claire up -- and though
          terrified, he tries to comfort her --
          
                              HURLEY
                    -- don't be sorry -- this wasn't your
                    fault--
          
          WITH JACK NOW
          
          -- as he runs to the unconscious 60-year-old Peach Blouse
          Woman (ROSE) -- immediately taking over for the 30-year-old,
          whose name is BOONE:
                       JACK                              BOONE
          -- stop -- her head's not
          tilted far back enough --       -- are you sure? I'm a
          you're blowing air into her     lifeguard! I'm licensed!
          stomach--
             (as he does the work)
          -- you seriously need to
          think about giving back that
          license --
          
          And Jack's performing it now on Rose the way it should be --
          breath, breath, pump, pump, pump --
          
                              BOONE
                    That's exactly what I was doing!
          
          ANGLE - HURLEY AND CLAIRE
          
          As Hurley moves with Claire to an area on the other side of
          the plane -- Claire lying down again, in pain, on the sand.
          
          ANGLE - JACK AND ROSE
          
          As he keeps trying CPR on her -- Boone watching --
                      BOONE                            JACK
          -- hey man, she's still not        (just get the fuck outta
          breathing!                         here)
             (then)                       -- yeah, good idea -- you go
          Maybe we need to do one of      get me a pen!
          those hole things -- where
          you stick a pen in her
          throat?
          
          
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                       8.
          
          
          
          And Boone hurries off -- Jack, just relieved to be rid of
          him, goes back to Rose -- trying to bring her back -- when
          suddenly: WREEEEEEEEEEORRRRRR!!! -- a LOUD METALLIC WHINE
          which makes Jack TURN AROUND to look --
          
          Dear God, it's --
          
          THE FUCKING WING
          
          -- THE 75-FOOT WING POINTING TOWARD GOD -- IT'S ACTUALLY
          BENDING AT THE FUSELAGE WHERE IT'S CRACKED -- IT'S STOPPED
          FOR THE MOMENT, BUT IT'S CLEAR: THIS THING IS MOMENTS AWAY
          FROM CRASHING DOWN UPON THE SAND -- WHIP PAN down to the sand
          -- WHERE HURLEY AND CLAIRE REST ON THE SAND, oblivious -- and
          in the direct path of the enormous metallic WING FULL OF FUEL
          -- HORRIFIED --
          
          JACK WORKS ON THE WOMAN FASTER NOW
          
                              JACK
                    -- come on! Come on!
          
          AND THE WING BENDS AGAIN --
          
          about to go -- a SHOT FROM ABOVE THE WING -- FUEL SPRAYING
          FROM IT --
          
          JACK KEEPS PUMPING -- PUMPING --
          
          Suddenly ROSE GASPS FOR BREATH -- horrified, disoriented, but
          ALIVE --
          
          ANGLE
          
          Seeing this, Jack's already RUNNING NOW as the WING BENDS
          AGAIN -- CRACKS MORE -- and as Jack runs he yells out:
          
                                 JACK
                    MOVE!     MOVE!
          
          Hurley turns -- sees Jack approach -- Hurley's confused:
          
                              HURLEY
                    You -- you said don't move!
          
                              JACK
                    GO, GET HER UP!!!   NOW!!!
          
          HURLEY TURNS -- SEES THE WING -- WEEEEEEEEEEEEORRRRRRR!!!
          
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                       9.
          
          
          
          HURLEY SCREAMS AS THE WING STARTS TO GO -- a LONG LENS SHOT
          as JACK ARRIVES -- GRABS THEM, PULLS THEM TO THEIR FEET AND
          RUSHES THEM AWAY AS THE WING FALLS RIGHT BEHIND THEM LIKE A
          TIPPING REDWOOD TREE --
          
          -- AND THE WING SMASHES TO THE GROUND
          
          LANDING ON pieces of FIERY ENGINE DEBRIS and KA-BOOOOOOOM!!!
          THE WING EXPLODES -- AN ENORMOUS BLAST -- pieces of FIERY
          METAL RAIN EVERYWHERE --
          
          JACK
          
          instinctively protecting Claire, SCARED BUT DETERMINED --
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    -- you okay?
          
          She nods -- fast --
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                        (to Hurley)
                    Stay with her.
          
                              HURLEY
                        (out of breath)
                    Dude, I'm not goin' anywhere.
          
          Jack gets up and moves off --
          
          EXT. CRASH SITE - DAY
          
          Now we're LONG LENS as Jack walks through the wreckage scene
          -- amid smoldering piles of debris, and People helping each
          other. Things seem to finally be calming down.
          
          JACK SCANS THE AREA
          
          looking to make sure there's nothing that needs an urgent
          response. He finds one MAN, 45 in a suit, who lies on the
          ground, unconscious. BLEEDING BADLY from the head. Jack
          pulls open the Man's jacket -- TO REVEAL A PIECE OF METAL
          SHRAPNEL STUCK INTO HIS STOMACH.
          
          Seeing this, Jack's eyes go flush with concern. He checks
          SHRAPNEL MAN's pulse -- pulls open his eyelids. Jack
          delicately removes the man's jacket, drapes it over him,
          forming a makeshift BLANKET. Jack turns to the ripped-open
          end of the fuselage -- where first class and the cockpit
          would normally be --
          
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                          10.
          
          
          
          INT. FUSELAGE - DAY
          
          INSIDE the fuselage, looking out, the tumultuous OCEAN framed
          by this giant shattered aluminum tube. It's a disorienting
          shot, since the plane is BANKED ON ITS SIDE. At this angle,
          SEATS are on a SIDE WALL, the wreckage-strewn floor actually
          a long row of windows.
          
          And Jack appears, looking into the fuselage -- and we PUSH IN
          ON HIM. What Jack sees -- despite his ER training -- sickens
          him. Then Boone arrives, urgent, holding a HANDFUL OF PENS.
          
                              BOONE
                    -- I didn't know which one would work
                    best.
          
          For a long beat, Jack's eyes don't leave the fuselage.
          Finally he looks at Boone. And the pens. And tears well in
          Jack's eyes -- the whole experience finally catching up to
          him. Jack takes all of the pens, saying, softly,
          emotionally, kindly:
          
                              JACK
                    ... they're all good.    Thanks...
          
          And Jack walks off, past Boone, who turns, watching Jack go.
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          A fifty-yard distance from the wreckage, a fellow survivor
          stands here, staring almost angrily at the wrecked plane.
          He's 35, handsome, with a cocky, self-centered vibe. And he's
          smoking. Meet SAWYER.
          
          A few others recover about here -- including another Man, who
          approaches. 25. English rocker. Self-deprecating --
          somewhere between an adult and a child. This is CHARLIE.
          These two have never spoken.
                     CHARLIE                            SAWYER
          -- you, uh... s'cuse me, ya       -- you sure you want me to
          sure you should be smoking--?     shove my foot up your ass?
          
          A beat.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Okay. Excellent, just... thought I'd
                    raise it.
          
          Charlie walks off.    A beat later, he returns --
          
                              CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                    -- mind if I... bum one then?    Thanks...
          
                                                         
          
                                                                     11.
          
          
          
          Charlie takes a cig from tough Sawyer, then walks off.
          
          EXT. CRASH SITE - DAY
          
          MUSIC: Synthesizer DRONE. A surreal post-disaster moment.
          LONG LENS SHOT as Jack, for the first time appearing
          vulnerable -- perhaps even weak -- near the jet's open CARGO
          DOOR. He rummages through a stranger's SUITCASE... other
          bags he's already searched beside it. As he ZIPS open
          someone's TOILETRY BAG --
          
          EXT. BEACH WOODS - DAY
          
          A cluster of trees off the beach. The SHATTERED JET barely
          visible in the distance. Jack walks in here, getting away
          from the others.
          
          TIGHT SHOTS as he sets down, on a large rock, a TRAVEL SEWING
          KIT. A LIGHTER. A T-shirt.
          
          And in some pain, Jack pulls off his jacket -- revealing an
          enormous BLOOD STAIN and RIP on the side of his shirt. He
          carefully removes his shirt. Looks down at the LARGE SLASH --
          A DEEP SIX INCH CUT STARTING ON HIS LEFT SIDE AND RUNNING TO
          HIS BACK.
          
          Christ, he did all that with this crash wound.
          
          He twists, trying to figure out how best to sew himself up.
          He angles around -- can't find a good way to approach this.
          And we watch him for a long beat, feeling for Jack as he
          tries to solve this painful puzzle. Frustrated but needing
          help, Jack looks around -- we pop to a TIGHT SHOT as he sees
          something off-camera. Something that makes him stop...
          
          ... and we see his point of view: walking, slowly, seemingly
          aimless through the brush, is a WOMAN. She's thirty feet
          away, her back to us. Jack watches her for a moment. Then
          he calls out:
          
                                 JACK
                    Excuse me!
          
          And this woman turns. Her face pale, ghostly. Wracked in
          stress. Eyes wet. This is KATE. Pretty, 26 years-old.
          Smart. Trustworthy. And, in all the important ways,
          entirely untested.
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    D'y'ever use a needle?
          
          And Kate just stares at him for a moment, disoriented.
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                         12.
          
          
          
                               KATE
                     ... d-- what?
          
                               JACK
                     Have you ever patched up a pair of jeans?
          
                               KATE
                         (beat, about to cry)
                     ... I... I made the drapes in my
                     apartment--?
          
                               JACK
                     That's fantastic -- d'you have a second?
                     I need a little help.
          
          Kate takes a post-traumatic-stress-disorder beat, then moves
          forward, through the trees. She arrives at Jack.
          
                               KATE
                     ... help with what?
          
          And Jack turns, SHOWING HER THE WOUND.
          
                               JACK
                     This.
          
          And her eyes just close.
          
                               JACK (CONT'D)
                     I'd do it myself-- I'm a doctor -- but I
                     just can't reach it.
          
                               KATE
                         (eyes closed)
                     You want me to sew that up.
                       JACK                             KATE
          It's just like drapes, same      -- no, I used a sewing
          thing--                          machine on the drapes--
          
                               JACK
                     You can do this, I'm telling you.     If you
                     wouldn't mind.
          
          A beat.   Finally Kate snaps into agreement: she'll do it.
          
                               JACK (CONT'D)
                     -- thank you --
          
          And Jack pulls from his pocket the mini bottle of VODKA.
          Holds it out to her, as if offering a drink. Odd. Then:
          
          
          
                                                        
          
                                                                     13.
          
          
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    It's for your hands.
          
          Understanding now, she takes the vodka, cleans her hands with
          it.
          
                               JACK (CONT'D)
                    Save some for me.
                        (off her look; smiles)
                    The wound.
          
          She nods, gives back the half empty bottle as he gives her
          the needle and thread:
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    You're gonna have to sterilize the
                    needle.
          
          She takes the stuff, using the lighter to heat the needle.
          
          Jack sits on the rock, sucks in a sharp intake of breath as
          he pours the remaining vodka over his wound -- it fucking
          STINGS --
          
          Kate's finished with the needle -- considers the SIX COLORS
          OF THREAD in the travel sewing kit.
          
                              KATE
                    Any, uh... color preference?
          
          Jack looks at her -- there it was, the first flash of her
          personality.
          
                              JACK
                    Standard black.
          
          Kate nods, trying to stay cool, pulling out a length of black
          thread and threads the needle. Kate then kneels beside him --
          and after a beat she starts to sew his skin. Then:
          
                              KATE
                    So I might throw up on you.
          
                              JACK
                        (it hurts, but:)
                    You're doing fine.
          
          He watches her, this pretty young woman he doesn't know,
          stitching him back together again, trying to keep her
          composure. CLOSE ON her hands. No jewelry, no watch.
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    You live in New York?
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        14.
          
          
          
          God, she just wants to lose it.   But she doesn't.
          
                              KATE
                    ... I used to. I've been in New Zealand.
                    About a year.
          
                              JACK
                    ... how come?
          
                              KATE
                    Oh, I just... had to get away.
          
                              JACK
                        (... beat)
                    So what were you doing in New Zealand?
          
                              KATE
                    Everything. Feels like.
          
                              JACK
                    Like what-- I'll appreciate any
                    distraction.
          
                              KATE
                    I was, uh... mixing paint for a while.
                    At a hardware store. I worked for a
                    veterinarian, in Lumsden.
          
                               JACK
                    Lumsden.
          
                              KATE
                    M-hm. I was an au pair for a few months.
                    I worked on a farm--
          
          -- and suddenly Kate is crying. It just caught up to her,
          that's all. And she weeps, resting her head on the back of
          her hand. Jack suddenly feels guilty, watching this kind
          stranger weep. So he speaks, quietly, sweetly:
                       JACK                               KATE
          ... hey... hey, listen, I can     -- no.   No, I'm okay.
          get someone else to do this--
          
          And Kate gathers her strength -- shows a small sign that
          she's not someone to give up. She SNIFFLES, gathers herself.
          Knows she must. She continues sewing.
          
                              KATE (CONT'D)
                    You don't seem afraid at all.     I don't
                    understand that.
          
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                     15.
          
          
          
                              JACK
                    Fear's sort of an odd thing. It's like
                    an in-law who just drops in. You don't
                    like it, but you can't just get rid of
                    it. It's a struggle. But you have to
                    learn to deal with it or it'll make you
                    insane.
          
                              KATE
                    I haven't had much success with fear.
          
          Sensing she needs some help as she works on him, Jack offers:
          
                               JACK
                    When I was in residency, my first solo
                    procedure was a spinal surgery on a
                    sixteen year-old kid. Girl.
                        (beat)
                    At the end of it -- thirteen hours later -
                    I was closing her up... and I... I
                    accidentally ripped her dural sack -- you
                    know what that is?
          
          Kate has stopped sewing, now staring at him.
          
                               JACK (CONT'D)
                    It's at the base of the spine, where all
                    the nerves come together. Membrane as
                    thin as tissue. So it ripped open -- the
                    nerves just spilled out like angel hair
                    pasta-- her spinal fluid flowing out and
                    I just... froze. 'Cause I knew. If I
                    didn't get those nerves back in that sack
                    and sew it up... those thirteen hours
                    were for nothing, that girl would be
                    paralyzed. I had about a minute.
                        (beat)
                    And all the assistants were just watching
                    me, I could feel their eyes. And the
                    terror was so... crazy, so real... and I
                    knew I had to deal with it. So I just
                    made a choice. I'd let the fear in. Let
                    it take over. Let it do its thing.
                        (looks at Kate)
                    But only for five seconds. That's all I
                    was gonna give it. So I started to count
                    to five. I could feel it inside -- like
                    when you drink a milkshake on a hot day.
                        (beat)
                    One, two, three, four, five.
                        (beat)
                    And it was gone. I got back to work.
                    Sewed her up. She was fine.
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        16.
          
          
          
          Kate breathes again, returns to stitching him.
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    I think everyone has something like that.
                    A moment where you establish your
                    relationship with fear. And either you
                    learn to deal with it... or you don't.
          
          From Kate, a little, sad laugh:
          
                              KATE
                    If that had been me... I think I would've
                    run for the closest door.
          
                               JACK
                    No, I don't think that's true.
                        (then)
                    You're not running now.
          
          And Kate stops -- looks up at him.    Her eyes clearly saying,
          "Oh yes I am."
          
          EXT. CRASH SITE - DUSK
          
          The sun drops below the horizon.     The sky turning a
          miraculous purple-red.
          
          Claire watches the sunset.
          
          At another part of the beach, Locke watches the sunset.
          
          OMITTED
          
          ANGLE - THE LARGE BONFIRE - DUSK
          
          A MAN WANDERS into frame. Stops. Checks his CELL PHONE.
          Holds it in the air. Takes another few steps. Checks it
          again. This ritual has been going on for awhile.
          
          CAMERA PULLS BACK past a 40 year-old Middle Eastern man,
          SAYID, along with Boone (the former lifeguard) and a few
          others, throw PALM FRONDS to make it even bigger. Sayid
          turns -- sees Charlie (our English rocker), sitting alone,
          clutching his legs, looking like he's got the chills.
          
                               SAYID
                    You!   What's your name?
          
          Charlie's head snaps to Sayid:
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- what-- sorry-- Charlie.
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                       17.
          
          
          
                              SAYID
                    Charlie, we need some help with the fire!
                    No one will see it if it isn't big!
          
                              CHARLIE
                        (getting up, helping)
                    -- right! I'm on it! What's your name?
                      SAYID                            CHARLIE
          Sayid.                          -- Sayid!    I am on it, Sayid!
          
          TRACK CHARLIE as he goes for more fronds -- CAMERA STOPPING
          ON ROSE, the woman Jack resuscitated, who sits on the sand
          near the fire, a blanket wrapped around her. Lit by the
          fire, she's taking a man's WEDDING BAND and stringing it into
          her necklace, turning the ring into a pendant.
          
          FIVE BONFIRES - NIGHT
          
          Spread out across the beach, groups of EIGHT to TWELVE
          SURVIVORS huddle around them. And we get a sense now of how
          many have survived: forty-seven people. One of the fires is
          particularly big --
          
          ANGLE - A KOREAN COUPLE
          
          30's. Her name is SUN, his is JIN. Both scratched up,
          neither seriously wounded. She sits, he kneels before her,
          holding her face in his hands. Talks to her IN KOREAN, deeply
          caring. She's just nodding, agreeing with whatever it is he
          asks. Those who speak Korean understand:
          
                              JIN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    I want you to stay in my sight at all
                    times. If I walk away, you follow. We
                    need to stay together, do you understand
                    me? We cannot be apart.
          -- and as he continues, Hurley CROSSES FRAME -- we FOLLOW HIM
          NOW. He carries two dozen THAWED-OUT AIRPLANE MEALS. He
          arrives at:
          
                              CLAIRE
                    The pregnant woman, who sits in a
                    disembodied Business Class chair on the
                    beach. She rests comfortably.
                    Relatively speaking, she's doing fine.
                    Hurley offers her a meal:
          
                              HURLEY
                    Hungry?
          
          
                                                      
          
                                                                        18.
          
          
          
                               CLAIRE
                         (sweetly, taking it)
                     -- yeah. Thank you.
          
                               HURLEY
                         (re: contractions)
                     Any more, uh... you know, baby stuff?
          
                                CLAIRE
                     No.   No... I'm all right.
          
          Hurley's glad.     Hands her some plastic silverware:
          
                               HURLEY
                     Hang in there.
          
                                 CLAIRE
                     Yeah.    You too.
          
          Hurley nods confidently and walks off.
          
          EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
          
          SHANNON (the 20 year-old girl who was just screaming her ass
          off before) sits on the beach beside a small FIRE, painting
          her toenails, of all things. She's composed now, but still
          coming down from the experience.
          
          After a beat, Boone sits closely beside her on the sand,
          facing her. Watches her paint her toenails. There's
          something clear here: there's enormous animosity between
          them. Regardless, he offers her a chocolate bar.
          
                               SHANNON
                     As if I'm gonna start eating chocolate.
          
          He wants to kill her.
          
                               BOONE
                     How are your toenails coming.
          
                               SHANNON
                     They're fine, thanks.
          
          A beat.   Boone stares at her.
          
                               BOONE
                     Shannon, we might be here a while.
          
                               SHANNON
                     I can go a day without eating if I have
                     to.
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                           19.
          
          
          
                    BOONE
          We might be here longer than a day.
          
          
          
          
                                          
          
                                                                        20.
          
          
          
                              SHANNON
                    The plane had a black box, idiot. They
                    know exactly where we are, they're
                    coming.
                        (beat, then:)
                    Lemme guess. You don't think they are.
          
                              BOONE
                    No, I'm pretty sure they're not.
          
                               SHANNON
                    Why.
          
                              BOONE
                    Because you're so sure they are.
          
                              SHANNON
                    You're such an ass.
          
                              BOONE
                    While that may be true, I am still -- I
                    swear to God for reasons I will never
                    understand -- concerned about your
                    survival.
          
          And he offers the candy bar again. Shannon just looks at him.
          All resentment. And while she's hungry, she says:
          
                              SHANNON
                    I'll eat on the rescue boat.
          
          She goes back to her nails. Boone knows that's a pipe dream.
          Resenting her in equal measure, he rips open the bar and
          starts eating.
          
          EXT. SHORE - NIGHT
          
          Locke, the man Jack recruited to help save Shrapnel Man, sits
          on a piece of curved jet wreckage, which almost looks like a
          modernist sculpture. Locke just stares out at the crashing
          water. Eyes fixed on the nothingness out there. Hurley
          approaches.
          
                              HURLEY
                    We got chicken or lasagna.
          
          A long beat. Locke doesn't move. Finally:
          
                              HURLEY (CONT'D)
                    They're not cooked, but they can't be
                    worse cold than they were heated.
          
          Locke doesn't look away from the night sea. A beat.
          
                                                       
          
                                                                        21.
          
          
          
                               HURLEY (CONT'D)
                    Hello?
          
          But Locke still doesn't respond.
          
                              HURLEY (CONT'D)
                    Okay, you too.
          
          And Hurley just walks off.
          
          EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
          
          RIIIIIP: Jack rips open Shrapnel Man's shirt. The metal piece
          still embedded in this breathing-but-unconscious man's belly.
          It's a dirty, bloody mess. Jack kneels over him, checking the
          wound. Kate sits close, watching intently. BONFIRES in the
          background.
          
                              KATE
                    -- why aren't you removing that?
          
                               JACK
                    Because it could be holding his stomach
                    together. Pulling this out could cause
                    more damage than leaving it until help
                    comes.
                        (then)
                    His head wound's bad too.
          
                              KATE
                    ... is he gonna live?
          
                              JACK
                    I could tell you a lot more if there was
                    a CAT scan around.
          
          Kate can't take her eyes off the Man. Jack turns to her and
          sees this. Realizes there's a connection between them:
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    ... do you know him?
          
                              KATE
                        (beat, staring)
                    ... he was sitting next to me.
          
          And Jack feels for her. Wishes he could fix all of this.
          
          But he can't.
          
          
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                        22.
          
          
          
          EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
          
          Now we FAVOR a nine year-old boy -- WALT -- who lies here, on
          his side, covered in layers of clothing to keep him warm. His
          eyes are open, staring off. His father, MICHAEL, 32, lies
          beside him.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    Hey. Walt. Sure you're warm enough?
          
                              WALT
                        (a whisper)
                    ... yeah.
          
          Michael wants to make it better for his son -- somehow -- but
          he can't think of one thing to do or say. Finally:
          
                                MICHAEL
                    Love you.
          
          And we just hold. Walt not saying a thing.
          
          EXT. NIGHT SKY - NIGHT
          
          Imagine the most spectacular view of the stars visible from
          Earth.
          
                              JACK (O.S.)
                    We must've been close to 40,000 feet when
                    it happened.
          
          Then a crude MODEL OF A PLANE appears -- maybe eight inches
          long, CUT out of that BANANA LEAF, and held by Jack's HAND.
          
                              JACK (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                    When we hit a pocket of dead air.
          
          Now we see that we are:
          
          EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
          
          Bonfires and other survivors in the distance. Jack and Kate
          are together here, using a piece of wreckage as a table. Jack
          holds the model plane, re-enacting the re-crash moments,
          trying to make sense of it all. Kate's hands are clasped at
          her mouth as she watches, closely, intensely.
          
                               JACK
                    We dropped. Must've been two-hundred
                    feet. The turbulence that followed... by
                    far the worst I've ever been through...
                    but turbulence doesn't bring down planes.
                        (beat)
                               (MOR E)
                                                       
          
                                                                     23.
          
                               JAC K (CONT'D)
                    Electrical power came in and out. Sounded
                    like the hydraulics went out. It was
                    pretty clear what was happening.
                        (beat)
                    How long would you say that lasted?
          
                              KATE
                    ... five minutes?
          
                               JACK
                    Yeah, that's what I was thinking...
                        (beat)
                    There was too much stress on the
                    structure of the plane.
                        (beat)
                    That's when the tail broke away.
          
          And Jack snaps off the tail -- he now, slowly, turns the
          fuselage, rolling it -- and you can imagine how terrifying
          this actually was -- as he does this, Kate watches the model,
          tears in her eyes.
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    -- we were out of control. We actually
                    went up for a while. Then dropping...
                    flipping...
                        (then, it occurs to him)
                    What row where you in?
          
                               KATE
                    ... 25.
          
                               JACK
          
          (then)
          
          ... I blacked out.
          
          And God, this is the worst memory of all time. Still, Kate
          fights for her composure as she says:
          
                               KATE
                        (unfortunately)
                    I didn't.
                        (beat, with dread)
                    I saw the whole thing. We were falling...
                    I knew the tail was gone. I couldn't make
                    myself look back.
                        (then)
                    Then the... the front section came apart.
          
          Jack rips off the nose section -- slowly cartwheeling the
          leaf model...
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     24.
          
          
          
                              JACK
                    -- did it hit something?
          
                              KATE
                    It might have.
                        (beat, wipes away a tear)
                    We crashed maybe five seconds later.
          
          And Jack lets the model come down -- in a position resembling
          what we saw at the opening. The ANGLE IS LOW NOW -- MACRO --
          it looks like the opening in model form. Jack considers this.
          Sort of studies the image, trying to figure it out.
          
                               JACK
                    The front end of the fuselage isn't on
                    the beach. Neither's the tail. I woke up
                    about five hundred yards away from the
                    beach... must've fallen out while the
                    fuselage was cartwheeling...
                        (realizes his own amazing luck;
                         then)
                    We need to figure out which way we came
                    in.
          
                                KATE
                    Why.
          
                              JACK
                    Because there's a chance we could find
                    the cockpit. If it's still intact, there
                    could be a transceiver. That would let us
                    send a signal, help a rescue party find
                    us.
          
                              KATE
                        (a little bit of awe)
                    How do you know all that?
          
                              JACK
                    I took a couple of flying lessons.
                        (forces a smile)
                    Wasn't for me.
          
                              KATE
                    I saw some smoke. From the beach -- about
                    a mile inland.
                        (pointing)
                    -- through the valley. From the jungle,
                    there.
          
                                JACK
                    -- where?
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     25.
          
          
          
          His eyes on the blackness of the night. As he stares, in his
          gut knowing it's the cockpit, Kate says:
          
                              KATE
                    If you're going for the cockpit, I'm
                    going with you.
                        (determined)
                    We'll leave as soon as it's light.
          
          Jack can't help but delight in this resolute young woman.
          
                              JACK
                    I don't know your name.
          
                                KATE
                    I'm Kate.
          
                              JACK
                    Jack.
                        (smiles)
                    So what were you doing in Sydney?
          
          Now that the topic of conversation has shifted, Kate stiffens
          momentarily. Then --
          
                              KATE
                    I was just flying through. I've been in
                    New Zealand.
          
                              JACK
                    Yeah? Doing what?
          
                              KATE
                    Everything. Feels like.
                        (off Jack's curiosity)
                    I was, uh... mixing paint for a while. At
                    a hardware store. I worked for a
                    veterinarian, in Lumsden.
          
                                JACK
                    Lumsden.
          
                              KATE
                        (enough about me, pal)
                    So what's up with the tattoos, Jack? You
                    one of those really hardcore spinal
                    surgeons or what?
          
          Now it's JACK's turn to stiffen. But before he can answer --
          
          MWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Jack and Kate turn --
          listening to --
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                         26.
          
          
          
          A SOUND.
          
          FUCKING INDESCRIBABLE -- UNLIKE ANYTHING WE'VE EVER HEARD
          BEFORE -- TERRIFYINGLY PRIMITIVE -- PROFOUNDLY DISTURBING.
          
                               OTHER SURVIVORS
                     Turn in the distance, looking, scared as
                     Kate enters frame in FOREGROUND -- in
                     EXTREME CLOSEUP --
          
                               KATE
                         (at a whisper)
                     ... what was that...?
          
          And Jack walks up behind her, looking out -- with no answer --
          
          OMITTED
          
          ANGLE - LOCKE
          
          PUSH IN ON HIM as he turns back toward the jungle -- seated,
          as he has been for hours, staring out to sea. Locke doesn't
          seem scared as much as accepting of whatever challenge this
          is. This guy's somehow accepted his mortality in a way that
          can only, inevitably, be frightening.
          
          ANGLE - WALT AND MICHAEL
          
          The boy's sitting up -- eagerly reacting to the sound --
          somehow HOPEFUL -- Michael seen behind him, concerned -- both
          looking toward the distant jungle --
          
                               WALT
                     -- I think that's Vincent --
          
                               MICHAEL
                         (beat, afraid)
                     -- that's not Vincent --
          
          ANGLE - CLAIRE
          
          Mid-way through her meal, Claire is turned, eyes on the
          distant jungle valley --
          
                               CLAIRE
                     -- did anyone hear that sound--?
          
          DOLLY to find Hurley, getting to his feet and moving forward.
          
                               HURLEY
                     ... I think, uh... unfortunately all of
                     us did.
          
          
                                                        
          
                                                                      27.
          
          
          
          Suddenly -- THE SOUND AGAIN -- and -- WORSE -- Hurley TURNS
          toward the source of the SOUND --
          
          ANGLE - TREES
          
          Distant 50-foot tall TREES SWAY -- hundreds of yards away --
          PAN to Jack and Kate -- who step forward -- moving closer to
          the scary SOUND --
          
          ANGLE - SHANNON AND BOONE
          
          Sitting, but already alert --
          
                              SHANNON
                    -- okay... this isn't funny--
          
          Boone gets up -- moves to get closer to maybe see something --
          Shannon is on her feet, pissed --
          
                              SHANNON (CONT'D)
                    -- Boone -- wait--!
          
          ANGLE - SAYID AND CHARLIE
          
          -- and the Others at the bonfire -- start to move toward the
          noise --
          
          ANGLE - THE GROUP
          
          And all of the characters we've met so far gather on the
          beach -- in a sort of tiered way -- Jack and Kate near the
          front. There's a long silence, all of them watching... afraid
          -- then, suddenly, GASPS as all their heads simultaneously
          TURN to --
          
          ANOTHER PART OF THE JUNGLE --
          
          where a SERIES OF DISTANT TREES SWAY as if something SCARY
          BIG is moving -- A FEW ACRES IN SECONDS -- this huge THING --
          whatever the hell it is -- seems to be disappearing into the
          jungle --
          
          -- AN WE HOLD ON OUR TERRIFIED MAIN CHARACTERS
          
          for a long beat... until finally...
          
                                CHARLIE
                    Terrific.
          
                                                    CUT TO BLACK.
          
                                  END ACT ONE
          
          
                                                     
          
                                                                         28.
          
          
                                        ACT TWO
          
                                                       FADE IN:
          
          THOUSANDS OF FEET ABOVE PURE TURQUOISE OCEAN, STRETCHING FOR
          MILES AND MILES AND MILES -- MOVING OVER AN ENDLESS EXPANSE
          OF BLUE.
          
          And we begin to PULL BACK TO REVEAL:
          
          INT. PLANE - FLYING - DAY
          
          This was Jack's POV -- as he still stares out the window,
          contemplating something pretty heavy. Then:
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1
          
          ... how's the drink?
          
          Jack turns -- looking up at the pretty, Australian FLIGHT
          ATTENDANT.
          
                                 JACK
                        (bad)
                    It's good.
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1
          
          That wasn't a very strong reaction.
          
                              JACK
                    It's not a very strong drink.
          
          So she slips a couple MINI-BOTTLES of VODKA from her cart to
          Jack.
          
                                 FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1
                           (quiet, playful)
                    Shh.
          
                              JACK
                        (leans in, sotto,
                        conspiratorial)
                    This of course breaks some critical FAA
                    regulations --
          
                              FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1
                    I saw you when you got on. Giving your
                    first class ticket to that older lady.
          
                              JACK
                    Oh, I wasn't being sweet. She guilted me
                    into it. She's like six-hundred years old
                    and says she's never flown before.
                              (MOR E)
                                                        
          
                                                                     29.
          
                              JAC K (CONT'D)
                        (gimme a break)
                    Come on.
          
                              FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1
                    You think it's all an act?
          
                              JACK
                    I'm pretty sure.
          
          Smiling, she walks off, toward the rear of the plane -- where
          she has words with another Passenger a few rows back. Jack is
          smiling too, hoping she'll be back again soon. Pleased, Jack
          twists open one of the bottles, empties it into his DRINK.
          DOWNS the whole thing.
          
          He puts the other mini-bottle into his jacket pocket.
          
          Unbuckles his seatbelt, gets out of his seat just as CHARLIE
          quickly pushes past, heading toward the front of the plane at
          a swift clip -- a man on a mission --
          
                               CHARLIE
                    Sorry...
          
                              ROSE
                    Guess he really had to go.
          
          Jack smiles at ROSE seated across the row from him. Of course
          he has no idea that he will, in short order, save this
          woman's life.
          
          Suddenly: light TURBULENCE. Just a little. No big deal. DING -
          - "FASTEN SEATBELTS" LIGHTS UP. Jack becomes visibly tense,
          does his best not to let it show --
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT'S VOICE
          
          Ladies and gentleman, the pilot has turned on the fasten
          seatbelts sign -- please return to your seats with your
          seatbelts fastened...
          
          Jack glances at Rose, nervously clutching her armrest.
          
                              JACK
                    It's normal.
          
                               ROSE
                        (grateful)
                    ... oh, I know.
                        (then)
                    I've just never been a good flier. My
                    husband always reminds me that planes
                    want to be in the air.
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        30.
          
          
          
                              JACK
                    Well he sounds like a smart man.
          
                              ROSE
                        (smiles)
                    You be sure and tell him that when he
                    gets back from the bathroom.
          
          The plane SHAKES again. Jack smiles at Rose... and we almost
          get the sense it's easier for him to focus on her fear than
          deal with his own --
          
                              JACK
                    I'll keep you company 'til he does.
                        (clicks seatbelt)
                    Don't worry, it'll be over in a --
          
          AND THE PLANE DROPS TWO HUNDRED FEET IN TWO SECONDS --
          SCREAMS, ENGINE WHINES AND THREE PEOPLE AND EVERY LOOSE
          OBJECT SLAM TO THE CEILING -- JACK GRIPS THE ARMRESTS AS THE
          PLANE SHUDDERS VIOLENTLY AND WE SMASH CUT TO --
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAWN
          
          CRASHING WAVES and we're TIGHT ON JACK, his eyes focused out
          across the water as the SUN RISES. Remembering the horror as
          the SUN RISES. It's an unadulterated moment of PURE ISLAND
          BEAUTY -- and Jack, now in a clean white T-shirt, takes it
          in.
          
          We're DOLLYING, Jack in FOREGROUND CLOSEUP, as behind him the
          Survivors are mostly grouped together now -- nobody slept --
          they're all wired, SCARED -- and Walt stands among them,
          looking up at this strange collection of adults, all talking
          over each other about that "THING" from the night before --
          
                              MICHAEL
                    It wasn't natural, whatever it was...
          
                              ROSE
                    -- that sound it made -- I keep thinking,
                    there was something familiar about it.
          
                              SHANNON
                    Really? Where are you from?
          
                                 ROSE
                    The Bronx.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    It could've been something like monkeys.
          
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                       31.
          
          
          
                              SAWYER
                    Yeah, I'm sure it was monkeys. It's
                    Monkey Island.
          
                              HURLEY
                    Technically, you know, we don't even know
                    if we're on an island --
          
                              SAYID
                        (if he knows anything)
                    We're on an island.
          
          This is all just buzz to Jack -- the same conversation has
          been going all night. He's still in his own head space as
          Kate arrives, close -- almost conspiratorial:
          
                                 KATE
                    You ready?
          
          Jack turns to see Kate. She's tired, scared, but determined.
          
                              JACK
                    Kate, you showed me where the smoke was.
                    I can get there myself--
          
                              KATE
                    I'm coming with you.
          
                              JACK
                    I want you to stay here.
          
                                 KATE
                    -- no.
          
                              JACK
                    We don't know what the terrain's gonna
                    be. You're safer if you--
          
                              KATE
                    I can't prove to you that I'm up for it.
                    All I can say is my gym had a rock
                    climbing wall -- and yeah, I realize how
                    pathetic that sounds.
                        (then, firm but simple)
                    I'm going with you.
          
          Jack won't argue. Truth is, he wants the company. Then:
          
                              JACK
                    You're gonna need better shoes.
          
          
          
          
                                                      
          
                                                                      32.
          
          
          
          ANGLE - KATE
          
          Near the crash, she's doing the bleak work of pulling boots
          off a DEAD BODY. She puts them on. They fit. A severe but
          necessary move. And she looks up -- far across the beach,
          LOCKE is watching her. A somewhat intense gaze. And Kate
          thinks for a moment, "Did Locke know the woman whose shoes
          I'm now wearing?" But in the middle of that question, Locke
          SMILES -- AND REVEALS AN ORANGE PEEL COVERING HIS TEETH.
          
          Somehow, this moment just gives Kate the chills. And Locke
          turns away from her, continuing to PEEL THE ORANGE that he's
          eating.
          
          ANGLE - 15 SURVIVORS
          
          Sitting together. Among them are Boone and Shannon, Sayid,
          Charlie, Michael and Walt.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- anyone have any sunscreen?
          
                              SHANNON
                        (going for her backpack)
                    Yeah, I do.
          
                               HURLEY
                    So I was just looking inside the
                    fuselage. It's pretty grim in there. You
                    think we should be doing anything about
                    the, uh...
                        (uncomfortable with Walt)
          
          ... "B-O-D-Y-S"?
          
          No one gets his spelling.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    What are you spelling, man, "Bodies"?
          
          WALT
          
          B-O-D-I-E-S.
          
                              SHANNON
                        (hands Charlie sunblock)
                    They'll deal with 'em. When they get
                    here.
          
                              CHARLIE
                        (re: sunblock)
                    SPF 2? Do they even make this?
          
          
                                                     
          
                                                                      33.
          
          
          
                                SHANNON
                    Fine.
          
          She grabs it back as Jack arrives:
          
                               JACK
                    I'm going to look for the cockpit. See if
                    we can find a transceiver to send out a
                    distress signal. Help out the rescue
                    team.
                        (they're surprised, he addresses
                          Boone)
                    You're gonna need to keep an eye on the
                    wounded. If that guy in the suit wakes
                    up, try to keep him calm -- don't let him
                    remove that piece of shrapnel. You
                    understand?
          
                              BOONE
                    What about the guy with the leg? Your
                    tourniquet --
          
                              JACK
                    Stopped the bleeding. I took it off last
                    night. He'll be all right.
          
                              BOONE
                    -- yeah, okay. Cool -- uh, good job.
          
                              CHARLIE
                        (moves to them)
                    -- hey, I'm coming with-- I wanna help--
          
                              JACK
                    -- I don't need anymore help--
          
                              CHARLIE
                    No, I wanna go, I'm not too keen on
                    keeping still--
          
          And Sawyer enters the group now:
          
                              SAWYER
                    Yeah, this is genius. Going into the
                    jungle? After that sound last night? The
                    thing that moved those trees? Yeah, this
                    is a great idea.
          
          And Kate arrives --
          
                              KATE
                        (re: sawyer)
                    -- what's going on?
          
                                                     
          
                                                                        34.
          
          
          
                              JACK
                    -- nothing--
          
                              SAWYER
                    When they show up to rescue us while
                    you're gone? We're not waiting around.
          
                              JACK
                        (to Kate)
                    Let's go.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- oh, she's coming too? Excellent.
          
          And Charlie actually goes first. Jack and Kate share a look -
          and the two head off after him.
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - THE HIKE - MORNING - LATER
          
          Jack cuts a SWATH through the jungle with a large STICK,
          forging a path of sorts. A man of few words, he's about ten
          yards ahead of --
          
          KATE and CHARLIE. Walking in silence for a beat. Then:
          
                              KATE
                    You mind if I ask you something?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Me? No, I'd be thrilled -- I've been
                    waiting.
          
                              KATE
                    Have we ever met anywhere?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Nah. That would be unlikely.
          
                               KATE
                    Hm.
          
          They keep walking.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    I look familiar though.
          
                               KATE
                    Yeah.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    You can't quite place it.
          
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                     35.
          
          
          
                              KATE
                    No, I can't.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Yeah. Yeah, I think I know.
          
                              KATE
                    ... you do?
          
          Then Charlie does something surprising. He starts singing.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    "Till the ennnnnd of time! You know you
                    thought you would be caught -- Till the
                    ennnnd of time...!"
          
          As he walks, Charlie looks back at her, somehow impressed by
          himself. Kate has no idea what that meant. Jack watches
          Charlie like he's nuts.
          
                               CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                        (almost insulted)
                    You still don't get it? You never heard
                    that song?
          
                              KATE
                    -- of course I've heard it, I just don't
                    know what the hell that has to--
          
                              CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                    -- well that's why I'm-- that's us! Drive
                    Shaft!
          
                                KATE
                    -- what?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    God -- have you never heard of bloody
                    Drive Shaft?
          
                                KATE
                    The band?
          
          -- you were in Drive Shaft?
          
          Are you kidding me?
          
          -- my friend Beth would freak out, she
          
          loved you--
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Yes, the band!
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     36.
          
          
          
          -- Not was, I'm in it! Right now, we're still together, I'm
          the bassist!
          
          -- kidding? No! I'm fantastic! With a bass.
          
          Gimme Beth's number, I'll call her.
          
                              KATE
                        (to Jack)
                    You know Drive Shaft?
          
          And Jack shakes his head, a grateful "no"...
          
                              KATE (CONT'D)
                    They were good.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- you don't have to keep using the past
                    tense, you know. We're still together.
                        (as they hike...)
                    In fact, I'm supposed to be in the middle
                    of a comeback. So...
          
          And they continue, into the jungle... and now we're on a WIDE
          SHOT of the three of them on their trek -- and we begin to
          BOOM DOWN and realize... it's actually a POV:
          
                              REVERSE ANGLE
                    Through the overgrown bushes --
                    something's watching them. It's the WHITE
                    LAB from the opening...
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
          TIGHTER as they enter another area of jungle. And suddenly...
          THE SKY DARKENS. Day to GRAY in seconds -- Charlie, looks up
          at the sky -- WIND picks up. ELECTRICITY crackles in the air -
          - the three stop.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    This-- is this normal...?
          
          SUDDENLY IT'S POURING. SHEETS OF RAIN. FUCKING TORRENTIAL.
          Jack, Kate, Charlie -- all SOAKED instantly -- and they pick
          up their pace, hurrying off as we CUT TO:
          
          EXT. "BASE CAMP" - CRASH SITE - RAINSTORM - DAY
          
          The rain pouring down -- VARIOUS SHOTS of the Survivors
          scrambling.
          
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        37.
          
          
          
          The Korean couple (SUN and JIN) huddle with half a dozen
          other survivors under a piece of FUSELAGE DEBRIS -- when
          another Survivor runs over, Jin YELLS at them in Korean over
          the DIN of the rain, pointing:
          
                              JIN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    There's no more room here! Over there!
                    There's room over there!
          
          And that Survivor is turned away, running past Michael, who
          covers his son Walt with a too-large raincoat.
          
          Shannon and Boone head toward the wrecked plane -- stopped by
          Hurley, who yells to them over the NOISE:
          
                              HURLEY
                    I'm telling you, you don't wanna go in
                    there! Too many bodies!
          
          So Shannon and Boone head for shelter of some nearby trees.
          
          And Locke -- odd Locke -- who sits near the shore, eyes
          closed, head back. Letting the rain fall onto his face.
          Washing clean all that's come before...
          
          And there's Sayid, being smart: he sets up a TARP he's found
          in cargo -- using aluminum sticks of wreckage as supports.
          And as soon as it's up, Sawyer enters --
          
                              SAYID
                    I need to put up the other side!
          
                              SAWYER
                        (don't tell me what to do)
                    Yeah, I'm all right in here, Osama.
          
          TIGHT on Sayid as he turns to Sawyer. Fury in his eyes.
          
                              SAYID
                    ... what did you call me?
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - VALLEY OF TREES - RAINSTORM - DAY
          
          -- AND DISTANT TREES SWAY again -- as if the thing is heading
          into the deep valley -- MOVING -- and we PAN FAST -- we're
          UNDER DEBRIS SHELTER -- TIGHT ON CLAIRE'S FACE as she says --
          
                              CLAIRE
                    -- look-- oh God, look, out there --
          
          -- we then CONTINUE THE PAN to ROSE, the rainy beach and
          ocean in the background. And we PUSH IN on Rose, who says:
          
                                                       
          
                                                                        38.
          
          
          
                                 ROSE
                       ... that's the way the doctor went...
          
          And the SOUND OF RAIN BUILDS AND WE...
          
                                                     CUT TO BLACK.
          
          END ACT TWO
          
          ACT THREE
          
                                                     FADE IN:
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - RAINSTORM - DAY
          
          As the rain POUNDS, we find Jack, Kate and Charlie,
          continuing their hike. They finally stop. Their eyes falling
          upon something -- and we PAN TO SEE IT.
          
          It's the COCKPIT. Actually, the entire front SECTION OF THE
          PLANE, smashed badly, UPENDED, resting against a giant tree.
          The characters take it in for a moment. A horrible sight. And
          as they exchange a look, ready for anything...
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - RAINSTORM - DAY
          
          BOOM DOWN over the massive piece of fuselage as Jack, Kate
          and Charlie arrive, looking up at the terrifying debris. Our
          TRIO moves around the WRECKAGE, twisted metal offering no
          obvious way in. Kate SPOTS something:
          
                                 KATE
                           (shouts over the rain)
          
          OVER HERE!
          
          Jack and Charlie come to Kate, who indicates a JAGGED OPENING
          AT GROUND LEVEL -- enter-able, but TIGHT. Kate gets on her
          stomach and CRAWLS into --
          
          OMITTED
          
          INT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - RAINSTORM - DAY
          
          Kate stands up to find herself -- inside the front section of
          the plane. Everything eerily CANTED: all of FIRST CLASS and
          the FRONT LAVATORIES between her and the COCKPIT. OVERHEAD
          BINS hanging open, the aisles themselves on an ANGLE -- RAIN
          leaking in -- half a dozen BODIES still in their chairs.
          
          Jack emerges from the opening -- Sees Kate is uneasy --
          
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                     39.
          
          
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Let's find your transgizmo and get outta
                    here, yeah?
          
          Jack starts to move up the aisle -- fighting GRAVITY -- has
          to grab onto the SEATS so he doesn't fall...
          
          Kate follows him, THE SOUND OF THE RAIN still pounding on the
          shattered hull. Goes without being said --
          
          This is all pretty fucking SCARY.
          
          Charlie then crawls through. Stands. Looks up, toward the
          cockpit. Takes it all in --
          
                              CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                    God... this is horrible...
          
          He starts climbing behind them...
          
          INT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - COCKPIT DOOR - RAINSTORM -
          CONTINUOUS
          
          Jack reaches the COCKPIT DOOR. Battered by the crash --
          slightly ajar, but still LOCKED. Jack reaches in -- TUGS on
          the door. But it won't open. Jack grabs a CHARRED FIRE
          EXTINGUISHER...
          
                              JACK
                        (to Kate)
                    -- get back...
          
          And Jack SLAMS the extinguisher down on the DOOR KNOB. Dents,
          but nothing. SLAMS it down again -- the lock BREAKS a little -
          - but it'll take some more SLAMS --
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                        (HITTING IT with all his MIGHT)
                    Come on-- come on-- COME ON!
          
          BANG! The knob BREAKS off! And Jack drops the extinguisher -
          RIPS OPEN THE DOOR AND THE COPILOT'S BODY FALLS OUT!
          
          Kate SCREAMS -- Jack SHOUTS -- and the body lands RIGHT NEAR
          CHARLIE, JUST AS HE'S CLIMBING INTO THE FRONT SECTION AND HE
          SCREAMS --
          
                              CHARLIE
                    AAAHHH--DAMN! GOD!
          
          Jack looks to Kate --
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        40.
          
          
          
                                JACK
                    You okay?
          
                              KATE
                        (no)
                    -- yeah, you?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    I'm all right! FYI-- I'm good...
          
          And Jack pulls himself up and into:
          
          INT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - COCKPIT - RAINSTORM -
          CONTINUOUS
          
          Rain pours through one of the shattered windows -- though
          TREE BRANCHES and LEAVES obscures any view. The other windows
          are intact, but thick with humidity. Branches and leaves also
          obscure any view to the outside. The instrument panel broken -
          - some pieces HANGING -- WIRES EXPOSED.
          
          And the PILOT's body is here, slumped in his seat. Jack turns
          back to Kate, who is about to climb up -- but she sees the
          Pilot's body.
          
                              JACK
                        (protectively)
                    -- you don't have to come up here--
          
                              KATE
                    -- no, I'm good.
          
          So Jack helps pull up Kate. As he starts searching
          compartments:
          
                              KATE (CONT'D)
                    -- so what does a transceiver look like?
          
                              JACK
                    -- like a complicated walkie talkie.
          
          Kate starts looking for it too. In order to check the Pilot's
          compartment, she has to pull him back, off the controls. So
          does, back into his seat and SUDDENLY THE PILOT JOLTS, AWAKE -
          - KATE GASPS and Jack, shocked, moves to him -- the Pilot
          COUGHS, disoriented and hurt. Jack unbuckles his straps --
          checks his vitals --
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    -- hey-- can you hear me?
                        (to Kate)
                    -- I need the water --
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                     41.
          
          
          
                              PILOT
                        (dazed, weak)
                    -- what-- wh--
          
          Kate quickly goes through the backpack as Jack undoes the
          Pilot's tie, loosens his collar -- Kate hands the water to
          Jack, who gives it to the Pilot -- he drinks a little, coughs
          some up. A dried cut on the man's forehead -- his eye closed.
          Although a pro, the Pilot is on the verge of tears.
          
                              PILOT
                    -- how many-- survived?
          
                              JACK
                    At least forty-eight. Including you.
                        (Pilot nods, heartsick)
                    -- anything feel broken?
          
          The Pilot slowly, painfully begins to move -- but:
          
                              PILOT
                    Head hurts -- dizzy...
          
                              JACK
                    Probably a concussion.
          
                              PILOT
                    -- how long has it been?
          
                              JACK
                    Sixteen hours.
          
                              PILOT
                    -- sixteen...
                        (then, afraid)
                    -- has anyone come?
          
                               JACK
                    Not yet.
          
          Jack and Kate watch as the Pilot closes his eyes, almost in
          pain at the thought. Finally, his voice weak:
          
                              PILOT
                    Six hours in. Our radio went out. The
                    redundant system... the transponder --
                    wasn't functioning. No one could see us.
                        (then, with dread)
                    So we turned back. To land in Fiji.
                        (dear God...)
                    When we hit that turbulence... we were
                    over a thousand miles off course --
                    They'll be looking in the wrong place.
          
                                                    
          
                                                                      42.
          
          
          
          Kate looks to Jack -- this is even worse news than he
          anticipated.
          
                              PILOT (CONT'D)
                    We have a transceiver--
          
                              JACK
                    -- good, that's what we were hoping --
          
          And the Pilot tries to stand -- it's hard, he's so bruised --
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    You shouldn't try to...
          
                              PILOT
                        (getting his bearings now)
                    I'm all right.
                        (points to the panel)
                    Transceiver's in there.
          
          Kate goes for a compartment -- and pulls out a DAMAGED RADIO.
          She hands it to the Pilot. He starts to work it -- when Jack
          realizes:
          
                              JACK
                    -- where's Charlie?
          
          Good question. Kate moves back, out of the cockpit. The Pilot
          keeps trying to radio -- but:
          
                              PILOT
                    -- it's not working...
          
          INT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - RAINSTORM - CONTINUOUS
          
          Kate peeks in -- but Charlie's nowhere to be seen. Played as
          an eerie moment... but then she sees the door to one of the
          FRONT LAVS is ajar. Hears something INSIDE.
          
          Kate climbs back -- peers into the inverted bathroom, where
          Charlie's leaning over the toilet bowl --
          
                              KATE
                    -- hey, what're you d--?
          
          Charlie jumps -- nervous -- turns to her -- we HOLD ON
          CHARLIE, he doesn't have a fast answer --
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- what? Nothing --
          
          But then: MROOOOOWRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO BWWRRRRRRRRRRRRR! Oh
          shit: the SOUND again. Except this time it's CLOSE --
          
                                                     
          
                                                                      43.
          
          
          
          OMITTED
          
          INT. COCKPIT - DAY
          
          Jack turns -- the Pilot freezes --
          
                              PILOT
                    -- what the hell was that?
          
                              JACK
                        (whisper yell to the back)
                    Kate!
          
          Kate's quickly climbing back in --
          
                              KATE
                        (sotto)
                    -- it's right outside --
          
                              PILOT
                    -- what's righ--?
          
                               JACK
                    -- shh!
          
          -- whatever it is, it's RIGHT THERE -- stepping now, outside
          the cockpit -- they're motionless as there's ANOTHER STEP --
          the WIRES in the cockpit SHAKE with the apparent "FOOT"
          IMPACT -- and a DARK SHAPE CROSSES the window --
          
          Jack SLOWLY climbs up -- on one of the pilot seats -- and he
          uses his hand -- wipes away some of the humidity on the
          window in order to look outside -- but there's no way to see
          a thing out there.
          
          So the Pilot gets up -- moves toward the broken window
          covered with LEAVES and BRANCHES --
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    -- I wouldn't do that.
          
                              PILOT
                    -- good to know.
          
          And the Pilot puts the transceiver down on his seat as he
          pushes away the LEAVES and BRANCHES and PEEKS HIS HEAD OUT
          THE SHATTERED WINDOW.
          
          Jack and Kate watch, terrified for a moment. Then, quietly:
          
                              KATE
                    ... do you s--
          
          
                                                     
          
                                                                      44.
          
          
          
          SUDDENLY THE PILOT'S BODY GETS YANKED UP -- BUT HIS LEGS HIT
          THE DASH SO WHATEVER'S GOT HIM CAN'T PULL HIM OUT AND KATE
          SCREAMS AND THE PILOT -- HIS UPPER BODY OUTSIDE THE COCKPIT --
          DROPS THE TRANSCEIVER ONTO THE FLOOR AND HE SCREAMS
          BLOODYFUCKINGMURDER AS JACK MOVES TO HOLD KATE BACK --
          CHARLIE SCRAMBLES UP, YELLING:
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- WHAT THE HELL'S HAPPE--?!?!
          
          -- NOW CHARLIE'S SCREAMING AS THE PILOT'S BODY GETS YANKED UP
          AGAIN -- BAM! -- HIS LEGS HIT THE DASH AGAIN -- THE PILOT'S
          SCREAMS ARE HORRIBLE -- KATE SCREAMS AGAIN AS THE PILOT
          FINALLY GETS YANKED OUT OF THE COCKPIT AND SUDDENLY THE THING
          OUTSIDE SLAMS INTO THE SIDE OF THE COCKPIT --
          
          Jack, Kate and Charlie all on the ground, scrambling to get
          out, trying to get the fuck out of the cockpit but --
          
          Jack looks back -- sees the TRANSCEIVER has fallen off the
          pilot's seat. He reaches for it -- BAM! The cockpit jars
          again -- transceiver skitters out of Jack's grasp --
          
                              KATE
                    JACK! C'MON!
          
                                CHARLIE
                    LEAVE IT!
          
                                JACK
                    No...
          
          But he doesn't give up -- lunges after it -- SLAM! Jack loses
          his footing, lands on his stomach -- transceiver's just
          sitting there, arm's length away and --
          
          Jack finally gets it into his grasp -- staggering to his feet
          as it SHIFTS again and --
          
          BAM!!! ONCE -- THE THREE FALL DOWN -- TWICE -- AND THEN AGAIN
          -- AND THE WHOLE COCKPIT DROPS --
          
          EXT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - RAINSTORM - CONTINUOUS
          
          -- the giant piece of jet CRASHES to the ground -- we're
          TIGHT so that we don't see the BEAST that's done it -- but
          now it makes a HORRIBLY LOUD CRY --
          
          INT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - COCKPIT - RAINSTORM -
          CONTINUOUS
          
          -- and it's so LOUD in here. Jack scrambles after Kate and
          Charlie, all three trying to get the fuck outta here --
          
                                                     
          
                                                                      45.
          
          
          
          EXT. FRONT SECTION OF THE PLANE - RAINSTORM - CONTINUOUS
          
          -- and they do -- and they're RUNNING IN THE RAIN LIKE CRAZY -
          - another LOUD STEP and as we're TRACKING AT HIGH SPEED
          THROUGH THE RAIN -- WE WHIP PAN TO A SPRINTING KATE --
          
          And we INTERCUT NOW between KATE, JACK AND CHARLIE -- ALL
          RUNNING LIKE NUTS --
          
          MROOOOOWRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOO BWWRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
          
          Christ, it's close -- THE SOUND is all around us now, no idea
          if we're running toward it or away from it, just PURE FUCKING
          FEAR AND CONFUSION and...
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Runs through THICK TANGLED ROOTS and
                    WIPES OUT -- coming down HARD -- WIND
                    knocked out of him -- he tries to get up
                    but CAN'T -- suddenly JACK is there to
                    help him up --
          
                              JACK
                    C'MON!
          
          But Charlie's foot is caught and the fucking THING is COMING -
          LOUDER AND LOUDER and that's when we CUT TO:
          
                              KATE
                    Still running, up ahead -- CRYING as she
                    runs through the rain -- almost losing
                    her footing, but not -- distant SCREAMS
                    OVERWHELMED by a THUNDERCLAP and Kate
                    SCREAMS as she runs:
          
                              KATE (CONT'D)
                    JACK!!!
          
          But when the THUNDER stops, the screaming is gone -- and Kate
          runs and runs and finally SLIPS -- FALLS HARD -- scrambles to
          her feet and takes SHELTER inside:
          
          OMITTED
          
          EXT. TREE TRUNK - RAINSTORM - CONTINUOUS
          
          -- Kate's hiding now, in the ALIEN BRANCHES AND VINES of a 90
          FOOT-TALL TREE. She waits there... and waits... TERRIFIED...
          and we just HOLD ON HER... AND HOLD... until she SCREAMS OUT -
          
                              KATE
                    JAAAAAACK!!!
          
          
                                                     
          
                                                                       46.
          
          
          
          -- but there's nothing -- no one -- and she waits... her eyes
          GLUED TO THE DIRECTION THEY JUST CAME FROM... she breathes
          heavily, waiting... and WE HOLD ON HER FOR ALMOST A MINUTE.
          And as soon as we get so close we couldn't possibly get any
          closer -- she whispers to herself, terrified:
          
                              KATE (CONT'D)
                    One... two... three... four...
          
                                                     CUT TO BLACK.
          
          END ACT THREE
          
                                                     FADE IN:
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
          Kate is exactly where we left her, tucked amongst the roots
          of the alien tree. Rain pouring down around her. Dark in
          here. She's scared to death. We're with her. CLOSE.
          
          And she hears a SOUND over the rain -- something moving
          towards her -- and she turns around -- looking behind her
          now, petrified.
          
          Nothing there. Her eyes wide, blinking in the rain. Nothing
          but jungle.
          
          She then turns back -- AND CHARLIE IS STANDING RIGHT THERE --
          and it scares her so much she SCREAMS AND GRABS HIM --
          PUSHING -- AND THEY FALL OVER onto his back, her lying on top
          of him in the mud --
          
          KATE
          
          WHERE THE HELL'S JACK?!
          
          -- did you see him?!
          
          -- so where is he?!
          
          -- HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW?!
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- I don't know!
          
          -- yes! He helped me up--!
          
          -- I don't know where he--!
          
          -- WE GOT SEPARATED!!!
          
          -- and Kate stops long enough for Charlie to say:
          
                                                      
          
                                                                     47.
          
          
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- he pulled me up. If he hadn't, that th-
                    -
          
                              KATE
                    -- did you see it?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    No. No. But it was right behind us. We
                    were dead -- I was. Until Jack came back
                    for me.
          
          And just then, something remarkable happens. The rain stops.
          As abruptly as it started, it's gone. They both look back the
          way they came -- Kate looking up, Charlie, still on his back,
          craning his head.
          
                              KATE
                    We have to go back for him.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Go back? There? Love -- listen -- there's
                    a certain... gargantuan quality to
                    whatever the hell that thing is --
          
          She's already getting up:
          
                              KATE
                    -- then don't come.
          
          And she goes off, after Jack. Pissed and nervous, Charlie
          finally goes after her.
          
          OMITTED
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - MOMENTS LATER
          
          DOLLY OUT OF THE THICK FOLIAGE to find Kate and Charlie,
          walking slowly through the dripping-wet jungle, back the way
          they came. They're edgy... and we're moving with them. The
          DRIPPING SOUNDS somehow unnerving.
          
          Then Kate sees something up ahead. Something GLISTENING in
          the mud -- and she moves for it, Charlie behind her.
          
          And she gets to it -- kneels -- it's a scattered collection
          of COINS. And among them, something she picks up.
          
          A PILOT'S WINGS PIN.
          
          And Kate stares at the pin, horrified... because she senses
          what's coming next. She SLOWLY LOOKS UP. And sees something
          horrific. Charlie looks up too. His mouth opens in shock.
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        48.
          
          
          
                              CHARLIE
                    ... what the hell's that...?
          
          Then, a welcome voice:
          
                              JACK (O.S.)
                    It's the pilot.
          
          And they turn around -- grateful to see Jack approaching from
          the jungle -- Kate moves to him, scared --
          
                              KATE
                    -- did you see it?
          
                              JACK
                    No. It was right behind me, I dove into
                    the bushes.
          
          Charlie's eyes have gone back to the tree.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    ... excuse me, people... but... how the
                    hell does something like that happen...?
          
          And they all look up again... and we FOLLOW THEIR GAZE to
          reveal that, stuck up in a branch, at least thirty-five feet
          above ground -- IS THE BLOODY, TORN BODY OF THE PILOT. Dead
          now, for sure.
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - AFTERNOON
          
          Jack, Kate and Charlie walking back. A pregnant SILENCE. All
          of them still in the wake of the insanity of what just
          happened. Jack up front, fiddling with the transceiver.
          
                                CHARLIE
                    Anything?
          
                              JACK
                        (not happy)
                    ... you keep asking me if there's
                    anything.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Pardon me for appearing desperate, but in
                    case you didn't hear the pilot before he
                    was eaten, they're never going to find us
                    unless we get that thing to work.
                        (deep breath, then)
                    So is there anything?
          
                                JACK
                    No.
          
                                                       
          
                                                                           49.
          
          
          
                                 KATE
                       What were you doing. In the bathroom.
          
                                 CHARLIE
                       Oh, I thought you could tell. I was
                       getting sick. Puking. My one...tangible
                       contribution to this trek.
          
                                 KATE
                       No, I'm glad you came.
          
                                 CHARLIE
                       Yeah, every trek needs a coward.
          
                                 KATE
                       You're not a coward.
          
          And as they walk we're TIGHT ON CHARLIE, who considers this
          as they walk... and we HOLD TIGHT ON HIS FACE AS SOUNDS FADE
          IN -- SOUNDS OF AN AIRPLANE IN FLIGHT -- THEN:
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1 (V.O.)
          
          Are you all right, sir?
          
                                                      AND SUDDENLY WE
                                                      CUT TO:
          
          INT. PLANE - MIDAIR - DAY
          
          Back on the PLANE, PRE-CRASH. CHARLIE sits in his seat near
          the rear of the plane, shaking. Pale. SWEAT dots his brow. He
          looks up at the same FLIGHT ATTENDANT that helped Jack:
          
                                 CHARLIE
                       Yeah -- I'm good, thanks.
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1
          
          Can I get you some wat--?
          
                                 CHARLIE
                           (go away)
                       I'm fine. Thank you. Please.
          
          The Flight Attendant stares. Then:
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1
          
          All right.
          
          As she heads to the back of the plane, she looks at him,
          maybe a little SUSPICIOUSLY.
          
                                                          
          
                                                                     50.
          
          
          
          Charlie taps his hand, FIDGETY. Takes a quick peek over his
          shoulder at --
          
          THE REAR GALLEY
          
          The Flight Attendant who he just blew off talks to TWO MALE
          FLIGHT ATTENDANTS in hushed tones and --
          
          All three look up at Charlie.
          
          He immediately faces front -- nervous. TIGHT on him. He turns
          back -- takes another peek --
          
          ALL THREE FLIGHT ATTENDANTS are heading back up the aisle
          towards him --
          
          Charlie quickly undoes his seatbelt, gets up in one swift
          motion --
          
                              FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1
                    Sir? Excuse me --
          
          But Charlie's already moving fast down the aisle -- and he
          brushes by JACK, getting up from his own seat --
          
                               CHARLIE
                    Sorry...
          
          And as Charlie moves on, we can just hear behind him --
          
                              ROSE (O.S.)
                    Guess he really had to go.
          
          Charlie arrives at the lavatories -- but they're both
          occupied.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- bugger--
          
          -- and so he KEEPS MOVING, through BUSINESS CLASS -- crossing
          to the other side of the plane -- he keeps going, into FIRST
          CLASS -- he turns back to see the THREE FLIGHT ATTENDANTS
          heading for him -- and the PLANE SHAKES. Just a little. No
          big deal. DING -- "FASTEN SEATBELTS" LIGHTS UP as Charlie
          reaches the FRONT LAVATORY, enters --
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT'S VOICE
          
          Ladies and gentleman, the pilot has turned on the fasten
          seatbelts sign -- please return to your seats with your
          seatbelts fastened...
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     51.
          
          
          
          INT. PLANE - LAVATORY - CONTINUOUS
          
          Charlie is FLIPPING OUT. CAMERA is in here with him, TIGHT.
          CLAUSTROPHOBIC as he PULLS OFF HIS SHOE -- reaches into his
          SOCK as suddenly there's a KNOCK ON THE DOOR --
          
                              FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1 (O.S.)
                    Sir? Are you all right?
          
          Charlie ignores her, still digging in his sock... finally
          pulls out a ROLLED UP BAGGIE containing a BROWN POWDER.
          
          KNOCKING MORE INSISTENT NOW...
          
                              FLIGHT ATTENDANT #1 (O.S.)
                    Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to open
                    the door...
          
          Charlie holds the baggie up... looks at it longingly. This
          physically PAINS him. But he turns around and drops it into
          the TOILET. The baggie rests on the METAL DROP-PLATE as...
          
                               FLIGHT ATTENDANT #2 - MALE (O.S.)
                        (firm)
                    Open the door now, sir.
          
          Charlie takes one last look at his stash, TIGHT SHOT as he
          reaches for the FLUSH LEVER and...
          
          THE PLANE SUDDENLY DROPS TWO HUNDRED FEET -- CHARLIE IS
          THROWN TO THE CEILING --
          
          INT. PLANE - MAIN CABIN - CONTINUOUS
          
          PEOPLE SCREAMING -- THE PLANE BANKING HARD -- NIGHTMARE
          TURBULENCE AND THAT HORRIBLE WHINE -- OXYGEN MASKS SWING
          WILDLY -- THE BEVERAGE CART ROLLS SLAMS INTO THE WALL --
          
          CHARLIE
          
          FALLS out of the bathroom -- and in the TERRIFYING JOLTS of
          the last minutes of the flight, he falls back to --
          
          FIRST CLASS --
          
          FALLS to the floor and CRAWLS back through the MASSIVE
          PANDEMONIUM -- gets into a free chair -- BUCKLES UP and we're
          TIGHT on his TERRIFIED EYES as we:
          
                                                   CUT TO BLACK.
          
          OMITTED
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     52.
          
          
          
          END ACT FOUR
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          SHANNON, wearing a BIKINI now, lying near the surf. Of all
          things, she's SUNBATHING. And the glorious sun is doing its
          job -- and it's a damn Coppertone commercial -- except as the
          camera SLOWLY DOLLIES, the huge PLANE WRECK is revealed in
          the distance.
          
          And we can see, in the background, the Survivors are going
          through luggage, doing work to get a fire burning again,
          laying clothing out to dry.
          
          And after a beat, Boone walks over, looking down at his
          vacationing sister.
          
          BOONE
          
          Hey, we're going through the clothes. Sorting them.
          
          (beat, judgemental)
          
          I see you found your bag.
          
          (beat)
          
          You wanna give us a hand?
          
                              SHANNON
                        (doesn't even look)
                    Not really.
          
          Boone just stares at her, absolutely despising her. But all
          he does is turn and walk off. HOLD ON SHANNON for a
          beat...until we HEAR:
          
                              CLAIRE (O.S.)
                    Is that your boyfriend?
          
          And Shannon looks over: Claire sits twenty some feet away.
          Shannon's far nicer to Claire than Boone.
          
                              SHANNON
                        (with vitriol)
                    My brother. Boone. God's friggin' gift to
                    humanity.
          
          A beat. Then Shannon turns to Claire -- actually very sweet.
          
                              SHANNON (CONT'D)
                    Do you know what it is? A beat for
                    Claire.
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     53.
          
          
          
                               CLAIRE
                    Not yet.
                        (beat, quietly, half to herself)
                    ... I haven't felt the baby kick since
                    yesterday.
          
          And Shannon turns to her -- off her look we CUT TO:
          
          INSERT - SEA URCHIN
          
          As it's picked out of a tidal pool.
          
          EXT. BEACH - SURF LINE - DAY
          
          At the surf line, Jin, our Korean HUSBAND, his pants rolled
          up, intensely picks SEA URCHINS from the water, placing them
          in a PLASTIC BAG he's taken from the plane. It's an oddly
          serene image.
          
          And then we have a REVERSE VIEW -- from the ocean inland --
          and Sun, Jin's wife, sits on the sand. Sitting, straight
          backed, rather stoic. Watching her husband. The TOP BUTTON of
          her blouse undone.
          
          Then we're TIGHT on Sun's face as she watches him, his back
          to her... and though there's no dialogue here, there doesn't
          need to be. Because her gaze is distinctly unsettled.
          
                                 MICHAEL (O.S.)
                    Excuse me.
          
          And Sun looks up. Michael stands there.
          
                              MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                    Have you seen my boy?
          
          Sun just looks at Michael for a long beat. Finally, she
          speaks, in her native language:
          
                              SUN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    My apologies... but I do not speak
                    English.
          
          And Michael stands there for a moment, confused. And Michael
          looks up and sees that, mid-reach into the sea, Jin has
          stopped working, looking back at her wife and this strange
          man. Which should tell us immediately how controlling Jin
          really is. Then, Jin calls out:
          
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     54.
          
          
          
                              JIN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    Your top button is undone! Button it,
                    please, right now!
          
          And Michael watches, somewhat fascinated and disturbed as Sun
          buttons it up. Michael then says, quietly:
          
                               MICHAEL
                    ... I'm, uh... I'm sorry... And Michael
                    walks off.
          
          EXT. BEACH ADJACENT JUNGLE - DAY
          
          We're maybe two feet off the ground, DOLLYING through the
          jungle. And we HEAR:
          
                                 WALT (O.S.)
                    Vincent!
                        (beat)
                    Vincent!
          
          And Walt enters the FOREGROUND -- so close that all we see is
          his waist to his knees -- and that he's holding a DOG LEASH.
          He stops.
          
                                 WALT (CONT'D)
                    Vincent!
          
          And we BOOM UP as Walt turns, looking off-camera, his eyes
          scanning the jungle. Then he sees something... and he walks
          toward it -- and we FOLLOW HIM, over his shoulder, BOOMING UP
          as he arrive at the shiny piece of metal lying on the leafy
          floor. He picks it up.
          
          IT'S A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS.
          
          And Walt holds them. TIGHT ON HIM as he looks at them, deeply
          curious. Just then he HEARS:
          
                                 MICHAEL (O.S.)
                    Hey!
          
          And Walt turns as Michael approaches, kneeling, taking the
          kid firmly by the shoulders:
          
                              MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                    --What did I tell you? -- after
                    everything that's happened - I told you
                    to stay on the beach. -- no, don't do
                    this
          
          -- you listen to me, I mean what I say. You understand that?
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     55.
          
          
          
          (then, seeing them)
          
          ... what's this?
          
                              WALT
                    -- I thought maybe Vincent would be
                    around--
          
          -- I didn't go far, this is so close to the beach, I thought
          this would be okay--
          
                              WALT (CONT'D)
                    ... I just found' em.
          
          PUSH IN on Michael, disturbed, as he considers the existence
          of these cuffs...
          
          INSERT - SEA URCHIN - EXTREME CLOSEUP
          
          The sea urchin gets CUT with a found POCKET KNIFE. REVEAL
          that we are:
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          At the shore. Sun kneels on the sand, cutting the sea urchins
          for food prep on a large ROCK. Jin stands beside her, holding
          an airplane FOOD TRAY, collecting the cut pieces.
          
          Once she's done, Jin takes the newly-cut pieces and adds them
          to the tray.
          
          Sun reaches to take one of the pieces off the rock -- clearly
          just trying to help -- but Jin actually slaps her hand,
          putting the piece onto the tray himself. She reacts --
          obedient and accepting as Jin walks off with the tray. TIGHT
          ON SUN as she watches him go.
          
          And in a private moment of defiance -- her eyes holding on
          her husband as he walks off -- SHE UNDOES THE TOP BUTTON OF
          HER BLOUSE.
          
          A WIDE SHOT of the image -- the complicated couple with their
          culturally-formed dynamic framed majestically by the
          incredible tropical terrain.
          
          EXT. OCEAN - DAY
          
          Hurley stands in the water, cleaning one of his shirts. After
          a long beat, Jin approaches with the tray. When Jin speaks,
          it's terse. Seemingly cold. And, of course, not in English:
          
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                      56.
          
          
          
                              JIN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    I have food. Here. Try this.
          
          Hurley turns, sees Jin.
          
                              HURLEY
                    S'up.
          
                              JIN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    Try this. Sea urchin, it's good, it'll
                    keep you alive.
          
          Hurley takes a beat to understand what he's suggesting.
          
                              HURLEY
                    -- what. That? What, eat that?
          
                              JIN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    It's food, there's enough for everybody.
          
                              HURLEY
                    Dude, guess what, I'm starving. But I am
                    not nearly that hungry. No.
                        (slow, louder)
                    Thank you. No way. No.
          
          And Hurley turns back. Jin, finally realizing he's being
          rejected, walks off.
          
          INSERT - COMIC BOOK - CLOSEUP
          
          A page turns. It's THE FLASH. The text -- all dialog
          balloons, everything -- are in SPANISH.
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          Walt lies here, reading. Angry. Vincent's LEASH nearby. He
          turns the page. After a beat, Michael comes. Lies beside him.
          Eyes the comic. A beat.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    ... that comic's in Spanish.
                        (beat, knowing)
                    ... d'you... read Spanish--?
          
                              WALT
                    No.
                        (then)
                    I found it.
          
          
                                                     
          
                                                                     57.
          
          
          
          Michael just nods. Nothing's working. Takes a moment.
          
                               MICHAEL
                    Esta ese libro bueno, pequeño hombre?
                        (nothing from Walt)
                    That was... I was kidding.
                        (beat)
                    Tell me about your school-- you go to
                    school?
          
                              WALT
                    Yeah, I go to school.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    ... though maybe 'cause you travelled so
                    much that y--
          
                              WALT
                    I go to school.
          
          A beat. Nothing's working. Then:
          
                              MICHAEL
                    Tell you what. When we get home... I'll
                    get you another dog.
          
          And Walt looks back at his father. These words have the
          opposite of their intended effect -- they tell the kid that
          his dog is dead. And furious -- on the verge of tears -- Walt
          gets up and heads off. Michael watches him go, his eyes
          closing. Somehow he's fucked it up again.
          
          OMITTED
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          Sayid puts the TRANSCEIVER in a plastic bag, then wraps it in
          a beach towel. Nearby, Kate fills an empty water bottle with
          RAIN WATER collected on the TARP. She seems determined here.
          Driven.
          
                              SAYID
                    The others. They've heard about the thing
                    you saw. The pilot.
                        (off Kate's surprise)
                    I understand why you and the doctor
                    decided not to frighten us, but your
                    English friend is telling anyone who will
                    listen.
                        (beat; grim)
                    They think we are insane for going back
                    in there.
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     58.
          
          
          
          Kate hesitates. Then --
          
                              KATE
                    If he told you about the pilot, he told
                    you what the pilot said. The rescue
                    people -- they're looking in the wrong
                    place. They're not gonna find us.
          
          Sayid nods. But his eyes stay on her. Curious --
          
                               SAYID
                    I don't like it here. But you... you
                    don't like it here even more than I do.
                        (off her look)
                    I agree, sending a signal from high
                    ground -- this is something we need to
                    do.
                        (beat)
                    But your... willingness to go back in.
                    After you saw... whatever it is you saw.
                    It is either impressive. Brave. Or
                    something else... I can't really
                    understand.
          
          Sayid's looking at her now -- with those deep eyes -- almost
          as if looking into her soul... and God, it unnerves her.
          
          INSERT - BAGGIE - EXTREME CLOSEUP
          
          A hand unrolls a sandwich bag containing an ounce of BROWN
          POWDER.
          
          EXT. BEACH ADJACENT JUNGLE - DAY
          
          With the crash site in the distance, Charlie -- sweating,
          slightly shaking -- has found some privacy here. And good
          thing: Charlie takes a pinky nail-full of the powder and
          SNORTS it.
          
          We're TIGHT ON HIM as we watch its effects: Charlie calms --
          "evens out" almost instantly. He closes the bag, rolls it up -
          - feeling much better about himself now --
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          TIGHT ON THE FACE OF A MALE FLIGHT ATTENDANT. Lying DEAD,
          eyes open, facing us. SLOWLY DOLLY and RACK FOCUS TO REVEAL
          SHANNON, sitting a few feet away in the sand. She stares at
          the corpse, hugging her knees, quiet and nervous.
          
          The first dead body she's ever seen. And she just stares at
          the thing, until Boone slowly walks up behind her. A beat.
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        59.
          
          
          
                              BOONE
                    ... what the hell are you doing.
          
          She just stares. Then, quietly:
          
                              SHANNON
                    ... I think I was mean to him.
          
                                 BOONE
                        (beat)
                    ... what?
          
                              SHANNON
                    He was the guy.
          
                                 BOONE
                    What guy?
          
                               SHANNON
                    The guy at the gate. The guy who wouldn't
                    give us our seats.
                        (beat)
                    In first class.
          
          Finally she looks at Boone.
          
                              SHANNON (CONT'D)
                    Remember him?
          
          And Boone's staring. Christ, he does remember. Her eyes go
          back to the body. Realizing, she says, sotto:
          
                              SHANNON (CONT'D)
                    He saved our lives.
          
          This morbid moment makes Boone very uncomfortable:
          
                              BOONE
                    Shannon, come on, we're trying to clear
                    the wreckage why don't you help out.
          
          But she doesn't turn away.
          
                              BOONE (CONT'D)
                    Come on, you're being worthless over
                    here.
          
          That makes her turn to him, hurt, pissed off:
          
                              SHANNON
                    ... I'm being what?
          
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                      60.
          
          
          
                               BOONE
                     -- well come on, you're sitting on your
                     ass staring at bodies -- that isn't--
          
                               SHANNON
                     Hey, I've been through a trauma, okay--?!
          
                               BOONE
                     -- we've all been through a trauma! The
                     difference is that since the crash you've
                     actually given yourself a pedicure!
          
                               SHANNON
                     You know what? It's so easy to make fun
                     of me-- and you're good at it, I get it--
                     well screw you -- you don't know the
                     first thing about what I'm thinking-- --
                     no you don't!
          
                               BOONE
                     -- I'd rather not waste my time making
                     fun of you!
          
          I wish I didn't have any reason to! Yeah, it is easy! I have
          a better idea than you think I do--
          
          -- No? Okay, Shannon, what are you thinking?
          
          ANGLE --
          
          As Shannon's eyes flick over Boone's shoulder -- and we RACK
          FOCUS past Boone to the distance, where Kate and Sayid pack
          up to go.
          
                               SHANNON
                     I'm going with them. On the hike.
          
          A beat. Then -- Boone just laughs.
          
                                  SHANNON (CONT'D)
                     I'm going.
          
                                  BOONE
                     Oh yeah?
          
                                  SHANNON
                            (fuck you)
                     Yup.
          
          She grabs her WINDBREAKER, walks past an incredulous Boone.
          
          
          
          
                                                     
          
                                                                       61.
          
          
          
                              BOONE
                    -- no you're not.
                        (she doesn't stop.)
                    Shannon!
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          As Kate and Sayid finish ZIPPING PACKS as Shannon, then
          Boone, arrive --
          
                              SHANNON
                    I'd like to come with you.
          
                              KATE
                    Thanks, but we're--
          
                              BOONE
                    She's not going.
                        (to Kate et al)
                    -- she doesn't want to go -- she does
                    this--
          
                              SHANNON
                        (sharp, to Boone)
                    -- the hell I'm not--
          
          -- you don't know what the hell I "do"!
          
                              BOONE
                    She postures -- makes choices just to
                    infuriate her family-- which at the
                    moment is me --
          
                              SHANNON
                    Shut-up and stop trying to be charming--
                        (to Kate, et al)
                    I'm coming with you.
          
                              KATE
                    I'm not sure that's a good idea--
          
                              SHANNON
                    What're you -- like, two years older than
                    me? Please.
                        (turns to Charlie, who arrives)
                    You're going, right?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- where, on the hike? Are you?
          
                              SHANNON
                    Yup.
          
          
                                                      
          
                                                                      62.
          
          
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- yes, I'm going. Definitely.
          
                              KATE
                        (firm, no time)
                    Look, everybody can come.
                        (heaves her PACK onto her back)
                    But we're leaving now.
          
          And Kate walks off. Shannon looks to Charlie, slightly taken
          aback by Kate. Says quietly:
          
                              CHARLIE
                    You couldn't tell from that, but she's
                    quite nice, really.
          
          Shannon heads off. Boone, annoyed, follows. Then Charlie and
          Sayid.
          
          A LONG SHOT of them walking off -- then PULL BACK TO REVEAL
          we're with:
          
          EXT. FUSELAGE - DAY
          
          Sawyer watches them go as he sits on part of the shattered
          wing, near the remains of one of the enormous engines. He's
          taking final drags on a cig. In general, a "fuck 'em all"
          attitude.
          
          After a beat, something weighing on his mind, he pulls his
          wallet from a back pocket. Opens it. Pulls out a folded piece
          of paper. Unfolds it.
          
          TIGHT on Sawyer's face as he re-reads the page.
          
          And slowly... his face changes. His eyes awash in concern...
          and, more surprisingly, vulnerability. He just stares at the
          mysterious letter... his eyes actually WELLING UP with what
          he reads.
          
          Finally, quickly, he re-folds it -- puts it back in his
          wallet, more anxious and troubled than we've seen him.
          
          He finishes the cigarette and puts it out on the damn
          airplane that brought him here.
          
          He gets up and moves off, quickly, after the others.
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
          On Kate, with Sayid at the head of the group. Charlie,
          Shannon and Boone behind her in that order. They're just
          entering the jungle -- the growth gets thick quickly.
          
                                                     
          
                                                                       63.
          
          
          
          And now we CUT BACK TO SAWYER, who moves quickly, determined,
          through the jungle -- passing Boone, Charlie, Shannon -- then
          Sayid and KATE, who he looks at, walking with her for a
          moment. Their eyes lock. She's surprised -- and not pleased.
          
                              KATE
                    Decided to join us--?
          
                              SAWYER
                    Yeah, looks like it.
          
                              KATE
                    What changed your mind?
          
                              SAWYER
                        (mind your own business)
                    I'm a complex guy, Sweetheart.
          
          And Sawyer keeps walking, taking the lead. Kate wanting to
          tell him off -- but not. And we...
          
                                                     DISSOLVE TO:
          
          EXT. MOUNTAIN BASE - DAY
          
          WIDE SHOT. Spectacular view. Our SIX HIKERS (Kate, Sayid,
          Charlie, Shannon and Boone, with Sawyer at the front, hacking
          away plants with a found stick) trudge through the jungle, up
          the base of the MOUNTAIN. The hike isn't any fun. Plus, it's
          HOT. Also, they're scared. Kate especially -- looking around
          with concern as they walk. Afraid that, at any moment, that
          Thing might show up to end their lives.
          
          Now WE FAVOR Shannon and Charlie, who walks beside her:
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Y'ever heard of Drive Shaft?
          
                              SHANNON
                    ... what, the band?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Yeah.
          
                              SHANNON
                        (not a fan)
                    Yuchhh.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Right.
          
                              SHANNON
                    Why?
          
                                                      
          
                                                                       64.
          
          
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Nothing. Horrible.
          
                              SHANNON
                    Do you have one of their songs stuck in
                    your head--
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- uh, yeah, sort of--
          
                              SHANNON
                    God, I'm sorry.
          
                              CHARLIE
                        (laughs it off, dying)
                    Yeah. Me too.
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          Back near the fuselage, Jack approaches Hurley --
          
                              JACK
                    I need some help.
          
                                 HURLEY
                    -- okay --
          
                              JACK
                    I need you to help me go through the
                    luggage -- I need any prescription
                    medication you can find -- especially any
                    drugs that end with "mycin" or "cillin"--
                    those are antibiotics--
          
                              HURLEY
                    -- what's this for?
          
                              JACK
                    Please just do it-- you'll see.
          
                              INSERT
                    TIGHT ON A SHAVING KIT. Jack's hands
                    UNZIP it. Pulls out a DISPOSABLE RAZOR.
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          Jack, disappointed, puts the shaving kit back in the bag --
          he TURNS, opens another bag. And he notices MICHAEL, sitting
          nearby among the bags, staring off. As Jack goes through
          another bag, he asks:
          
                              JACK
                    ... how's your son?
          
                                                      
          
                                                                     65.
          
          
          
          Michael looks up, surprised.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    Walt? Yeah, I think he'll be all right.
          
                              JACK
                    How old is he?
          
                              MICHAEL
                    Eight.
                        (then, suddenly)
                    Nine.
          
          Jack glances at Michael, then finds something in the luggage.
          It's another SHAVING KIT. As he UNZIPS it, starts to go
          through the contents --
          
                              MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                    Walt's more worried about his dog than
                    anything. It was on the plane, so...
                    Kids, you know. They're--
          
                              JACK
                    Was it a white lab?
          
                              MICHAEL
                        (stunned)
                    ... yeah.
          
                              JACK
                    -- yeah, I saw him yesterday. In the
                    jungle.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    -- what? Where?
          
                              JACK
                    Over there, hundred yards in or so. He
                    looked good.
          
          And Jack pulls out a STRAIGHT RAZOR. He snaps open the blade.
          Tests its sharpness with his finger.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    -- what was that thing you saw. In the
                    jungle -- what was it?
          
          Jack folds the razor shut.
          
                              JACK
                    I have no idea.
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                       66.
          
          
          
          And Jack walks off. Michael looks toward the jungle. Sighs,
          burdened with a task he doesn't want to accept: going into
          the jungle after that damn dog.
          
          INSERT - BACKGAMMON SET
          
          EXTREME CLOSEUP of a mini-travel MAGNETIC BACKGAMMON SET.
          Hands setting up the pieces.
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          It's Locke, setting up the game. After a long beat, in a WIDE
          SHOT, Walt comes into frame, watching Locke. A long beat of
          silence. Finally, Locke asks, without ever looking up:
          
                              LOCKE
                    Do you play?
          
          A beat.
          
                              WALT
                    Nope.
                        (long beat)
                    ... what is it? Is it like Checkers?
          
          As odd as Locke seemed around the adults, he almost seems
          normal now. A bizarre child-like honesty that makes him
          accessible to Walt.
          
                              LOCKE
                    Not really.
                        (looks up)
                    It's a better game than Checkers.
          
          And after a beat, Walt moves closer to Locke. Watches.
          
                              LOCKE (CONT'D)
                    Do you play checkers with your pop?
          
                                WALT
                          (long beat)
                    No.
                        (beat)
                    I was in Australia with my mom.
          
                              LOCKE
                    You have no accent.
          
                               WALT
                    Yeah, we move a lot.
                        (beat)
                    She got sick. She died. So.
          
          
                                                      
          
                                                                     67.
          
          
          
          Locke looks at the kid. You sorta wish he weren't.
          
                              LOCKE
                    You're having a rough month.
          
          Matter of fact. Not talking down to the kid. And Walt
          appreciates that. Locke turns his attention back to the
          board. Slowly and gently continues to set up the board,
          pushing the small black and white tiles onto their starting
          points. The effect is almost mesmerizing --
          
                              LOCKE (CONT'D)
                    Backgammon is the oldest game in the
                    world. Much older than chess.
                    Archaeologists found sets when they
                    excavated the ruins of Ancient
                    Mesopotamia. Would you like to guess how
                    old they were?
          
                              WALT
                    A hundred years?
          
                              LOCKE
                    Five thousand years.
          
                              WALT
                        (whispers to himself)
                    ... five thousand...
          
                              LOCKE
                    ... that's older than Jesus Christ.
          
          Which doesn't really land for Walt. But he asks:
          
                              WALT
                    Did they have dice and stuff?
          
                               LOCKE
                    Yes. But theirs weren't made of plastic.
                        (then)
                    Their dice were made of bones.
          
                              WALT
                        (slightly nervous)
                    Cool.
          
          Walt watches carefully as Locke picks up one WHITE piece and
          one BLACK one. Folds them into his CLASPED hands and gently
          shakes...
          
                              LOCKE
                    The Persians called it "Takhteh Nard"
                    which means "Battle on Wood".
                              (MOR E)
                                                    
          
                                                                     68.
          
                              LOC KE (CONT'D)
                    Two players. Two sides. One is light. One
                    is dark.
          
          Locke extends his closed fists, offering them to Walt. Walt
          considers... deliberates. Then taps his finger on Locke's
          right hand. He slowly opens one. We don't get to see it, but
          Walt does. And now that distracted creepy grin is back.
          
                              LOCKE (CONT'D)
                    Walt.
                        (beat, sotto)
                    ... you wanna know a secret?
          
          HOLD ON the boy, staring at him... intrigued...
          
          OMITTED
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          Back at the beach, Claire sits in the First Class seat,
          writing in a journal. Sad. Scared. And after a beat, Jin is
          there, with a tray of sea urchins.
          
          She regards the plate.
          
                              CLAIRE
                    ... oh. No thank you.
          
          But Jin insists:
          
                              JIN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    You will need to eat -- especially you,
                    you should have some.
          
          She hesitates, but takes some. Chews some off. Eats it. And
          God, does she not like it. Jin watches her, nodding:
          
                              JIN (CONT'D)
                        (in KOREAN)
                    It's good, isn't it?
          
          And as she eats the horrible food, suddenly her face changes.
          Like she just felt something.
          
          Jin looks on, concerned -- and Claire stands --
          
                              CLAIRE
                    -- oh my God--
          
                              JIN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    -- what is it? Are you-- are you okay?
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        69.
          
          
          
          And she suddenly SMILES -- beams -- THANK GOD, SHE'S FELT A
          KICK!
          
                              CLAIRE
                    -- I felt it! Come here-- feel this!
          
          -- and she takes Jin's hand -- which disturbs him to no end --
          he doesn't like this situation at all -- especially what she
          does: PLACING HIS HAND ON HER BELLY --
          
                                CLAIRE (CONT'D)
                    -- do   you feel that?! Feel that! It's a
                    kick!   That's a foot! Right there-- no
                    wait,   it's moving-- he's moving around--
                    he...   I guess I think it's a he...
          
                              JIN
                        (in KOREAN)
                    -- excuse me, that's okay, I don't need
                    to-- I would rather not-- no, that's all
                    right, please let go of my hand--
          
          And Claire's laughing now at the relief -- her eyes tearing
          up as she talks to her belly:
          
                              CLAIRE (CONT'D)
                    -- I felt you-- thank you-- thank you!
          
          EXT. OVERGROWN GRASS FIELD - DAY
          
          Another WIDE SHOT. Different area, some time later. And our
          GROUP arrives, hiking through. As they do:
          
                              SAWYER
                    Okay. Wide open space.
                        (to Sayid)
                    You should check the radio -- see if
                    we're good.
          
                              SAYID
                    We're not gonna have any reception yet--
          
                              SAWYER
                    -- tell you what -- just try it.
          
                              SAYID
                    I don't want to waste the batteries--
          
                              SAWYER
                    -- I'm not asking you to keep it on all
                    day--
          
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                     70.
          
          
          
                              SAYID
                    -- we're still blocked by the mountain--
          
                              SAWYER
                    -- just check the damn radio!
          
                              SAYID
                    If I just CHECK, we might not have any
                    juice left when we get to--
          
          A sudden RUMBLE -- they all turn to look toward the SOUND,
          coming from the OVERGROWN GRASS FIELD -- something LOUD --
          something COMING, FAST -- and they all FREEZE, afraid --
          
                              BOONE
                    -- the hell's that?
          
                              SHANNON
                        (quiet, sudden panic)
                    -- oh God--
          
          And they all turn to look -- to the distant, tall-growing
          GRASS -- PUSH IN on our characters -- KATE --
          
                              KATE
                    ... something's coming --
          
          Then we SMASH CUT TO:
          
          EXT. TALL GRASS - DAY
          
          -- we're RIPPING THROUGH THE GRASS at a SIDE-ANGLE -- A VIEW
          OF THE LEGS OF THIS CHARGING, SNORTING BEAST -- BUT IT'S
          MOVING SO FUCKING FAST THAT IT'S JUST A LOUD, HORRIFYING BLUR
          and just as fast we SMASH CUT BACK TO:
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
          WHIP TO CHARLIE, TERRIFIED if under-stated:
          
                              CHARLIE
                        (choked voice)
                    -- coming towards us, I think...?
          
          -- hell yeah, it is -- a hundred yards away and closing --
          it's BIG, it's CHARGING, and it's KICKING UP DUST in the over
          grown grass --
          
          EXT. TALL GRASS - DAY
          
          -- another FAST, LOUD BLUR of a CHARGING CREATURE and --
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        71.
          
          
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
          -- Kate's been through too much now -- she grabs Charlie and
          the two run off --
          
                              KATE
                    LET'S MOVE!
          
          The RUMBLING CHARGE -- A SNORTING BEAST GETTING LOUDER --
          Shannon just stands there, SCREAM-SHRIEKING OUT OF HER MIND:
          
                              SHANNON
                    I SHOULDN'T HAVE COME ON THIS!!!
          
          -- and Boone grabs her and YANKS her away and Kate is RUNNING
          to, she turns back to Sawyer, who stands there alone,
          intensely facing whatever's coming -- and Kate yells:
          
                              KATE
                    SAWYER, COME ON!!! NO, SAWYER!!!
          
                              SAYID
                    LET HIM GO!
          
          But Sawyer doesn't move -- instead he does something wildly
          surprising: HE PULLS OUT A GUN AND BEGINS FIRING AT THE
          APPROACHING THING! BAM! BAM! BAM!
          
          And Kate and the others stop, shocked, watching in out-of
          breath horror as Sawyer FIRES, AGAIN AND AGAIN and the thing
          gets CLOSER AND CLOSER UNTIL SAWYER'S GUN FIRES OUT AND
          SUDDENLY, EXPLODING FROM THE BRUSH: A GIANT FUCKING ANIMAL
          BURSTS OUT, FALLING TO THE DIRTY GROUND, DEAD -- BLEEDING --
          and heaving its last breaths only two feet away from Sawyer,
          who stares, in shock...
          
          ... at a giant WHITE BEAR.
          
          And now we're on Charlie, Shannon, Sayid and Boone -- all of
          them, in total mind-bending shock at what's just happened.
          Out of breath, they all walk over to the beast, which inhales
          and then exhales for the last time. A long beat, then:
          
                              SHANNON
                    ... that's... that's a big bear.
          
                              BOONE
                    -- you think... that's what killed the
                    pilot?
          
          Kate throws a look at Charlie -- this is exactly why he
          should have kept his mouth shut. But as the cat is already
          out of the bag --
          
                                                       
          
                                                                        72.
          
          
          
                              CHARLIE
                    That? No. No, that's maybe a little tiny
                    preemie baby version-- this is nothing
                    compared to that--
          
                               KATE
                    Guys? This isn't just a bear.
                        (beat)
                    It's a polar bear.
          
          And they're all staring, incredulous...
          
          EXT. MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY - DAY
          
          MOVE PAST PRESCRIPTION BOTTLES, a pair of SCISSORS. THE
          SEWING KIT. CLEAN WHITE T-SHIRT torn into STRIPS -- makeshift
          BANDAGES. THE STRAIGHT RAZOR. A REMOVED SINK BASIN FROM THE
          LAV, full of water. PAN UP TO REVEAL --
          
          Jack has built a makeshift TENT out of the deflated LIFE RAFT
          over Shrapnel Man, now stripped down to his waist. Hurley is
          here. Leans over the "patient" --
          
                              HURLEY
                    You sure he's out?
          
                                JACK
                    He's out.
          
                              HURLEY
                    How do you know he won't wake up when you
                    pull that thing out?
          
                              JACK
                        (flips open razor)
                    I don't.
          
          Hurley doesn't exactly feel reassured by this information.
          Moves in real close over Shrapnel Man --
          
                              HURLEY
                    Hey, guy -- you awake?
                        (louder)
                    Yo! There's a rescue Plane! Hey!
                        (nothing)
                    Yeah, he's out.
          
          Jack passes the blade over the flame of a LIGHTER. Hurley's
          pale --
          
                              HURLEY (CONT'D)
                    ... so what do I--?
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                       73.
          
          
          
                                JACK
                      It's unlikely he'll regain consciousness,
                      but the pain might bring him around. If
                      it does... I need you to hold him down.
          
                                HURLEY
                      Uh -- I'm not so good around blood, man.
          
                                JACK
                      Then don't look.
          
                                HURLEY
                      Yeah. But I'm not so good around blood.
          
                                JACK
                      Just do your best, okay?
          
          Jack puts the lighter down, then puts both hands on the
          shrapnel.
          
                                HURLEY
                      Shouldn't you like, wash your hands?
          
                                JACK
                      I did. But he'll probably get infected no
                      matter what I do. He lives, we just hope
                      the antibiotics work. Don't look.
          
                                HURLEY
                          (turns away)
                      Okay...
          
          Mutters something to himself. Maybe a silent prayer. A TENSE
          MOMENT... and then, suddenly Jack YANKS THE SHRAPNEL FROM THE
          MAN'S BELLY as we --
          
          SMASH CUT TO BLACK.
          
          END ACT SIX
          
          ACT SEVEN
          
                                                    FADE IN:
          
          INT. MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY TENT - DAY
          
          Seconds after Jack has pulled out the shrapnel -- Jack doing
          his best to assess the wound, now bleeding profusely. Hurley
          has neglected his duty in holding Shrapnel Man down, in
          awe/disgust/shock about what's happening in front of him --
          
                                HURLEY
                      Dude...
          
                                                      
          
                                                                     74.
          
          
          
                              JACK
                    Hand me those strips--
          
          And thank fucking God most of this happening below frame
          because Jack actually just put his hand inside the guy.
          
                              HURLEY
                    Dude.
          
          -- I don't think I can --
          
          -- "Oh." Oh what? What's going on? Is there something in
          there --
          
                              JACK
                    Just hand me the strips -- I need to get
                    this blood --
                        (feels something; it ain't good)
                    -- Oh.
          
          -- I need a little focus, okay? The strips. Just hand me the -
          -
          
          But Hurley in fact cannot focus. He's looking at the open
          wound, eyes glazing over. Jack sees it --
          
                              JACK
                    Hey! Don't even think about-- HURLEY!
          
          But it's too late. Hurley crumples, hits the ground like a
          bag of rocks -- PASSED OUT.
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    Dammit.
          
          And as he does his best to refocus on the task at hand --
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
          The group -- still reacting to the almost-dead POLAR BEAR.
          Sawyer, eyes on the bear, shoves his gun into the back of his
          pants.
          
                              BOONE
                    ... that can't... be a polar be--
          
                              KATE
                    It's a polar bear.
          
                              SAWYER
                    It's a polar bear.
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                       75.
          
          
          
                              SHANNON
                    Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I never...
                    finished college. But... polar bears
                    don't... normally live in the jungle,
                    right--?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Yeah, spot-on. No, they don't. This is a
                    freakshow--
          
                              KATE
                        (to Sayid)
                    Have you ever heard of anything like
                    this?
          
                              SAYID
                    No, this is, uh... polar bears don't live
                    near this far south--
          
                              BOONE
                    ... this one does.
          
                              SAWYER
                    Did. Did. You're welcome for that.
          
          And Kate turns to him. Tough.
          
                              KATE
                    Where did that come from.
          
                              SAWYER
                    Prob'ly Bear Village. How the hell do I
                    know--?
          
                              KATE
                    Not the bear, the gun.
          
                              SAWYER
                    I got it off one of the bodies.
          
                              SAYID
                        (confronting him too)
                    One of the bodies.
          
                              SAWYER
                        (fuck you)
                    Yeah, one of the bodies.
          
                              SHANNON
                    People don't carry guns on planes!
          
          
          
          
                                                      
          
                                                           76.
          
          
          
                    SAWYER
          They do if they're a U.S. Marshal! There
          was one on the plane--
          
                    KATE
          -- how do you know that?!
          
                    SAWYER
          'Cause I saw a guy lying there with an
          ankle holster-- so I took the gun,
          thought it might come in handy, guess
          what, it did!
          
                    KATE
          -- why do you think he was a Marshal?
          
                    SAWYER
          Because he had a clip-on badge!
              (WHIPS OUT THE BADGE, angry)
          Took that too! Thought it was cool!
          Listen, Sweetheart, you should be kissing
          my ass after what I just did for you!
          
                    SAYID
          I know who you are. You're the prisoner.
          
                     SAWYER
              (beat)
          ... I'm the what?
          
                    SAYID
          You found a gun on a U.S. Marshal? Yes, I
          believe you did. You knew it was there
          because you were the one he was bringing
          back to the States. Those handcuffs were
          on you.
              (everyone stares at Sawyer,
               nervous)
          That's how you knew there was a gun --
          
                    SAWYER
          Hey, guess what, screw you!
          
                    SAYID
          That's who you are, you son-of-a-bitch!
          
                    SAWYER
          Be as suspicious of me as I am of you--
          go ahead!
          
                    SAYID
          You accuse me, but you are the prisoner!
          
          
                                          
          
                                                                     77.
          
          
          
                              SAWYER
                    -- fine, I'm the criminal! You're the
                    terrorist, we can all play a part!
                        (to Shannon)
                    Who do you wanna be--? I'll tell ya what
                    you should be!
          
          And in the middle of their argument KATE GRABS THE GUN FROM
          SAWYER'S PANTS -- Sawyer swings around --
          
                              SAWYER (CONT'D)
                    HEY!
          
          But Kate stands there, defiantly holding the gun on Sawyer.
          Everyone just freezes -- TENSE --
          
                              KATE
                    Who knows how to use a gun?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    I think you just pull the trigger. But
                    Kate, we just escaped death, let's not
                    push our luck--
          
                              KATE
                    I want to take it apart.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- oh--
          
                              SAYID
                    There's a button on the grip -- push
                    that, it will eject the magazine.
          
          And Kate does it: it POPS out with a solid metallic SNAP.
          
                              SAYID (CONT'D)
                    But there's still a round in the chamber -
                    hold the grip, pull back on the top part
                    of the gun --
          
          She does that -- the bullet POPS out. She tosses Sayid the
          clip. She picks up the bullet. Hands Sawyer the worthless
          gun. He takes it, somehow amused by her.
          
                              SAWYER
                    I know your type.
          
                              KATE
                    I'm not so sure.
          
                              SAWYER
                    Yeah, I've been with girls like you.
          
                                                    
          
                                                                       78.
          
          
          
                              KATE
                    Not girls exactly like me.
          
          Sawyer's amused by her. And he just walks away -- and we HOLD
          ON KATE for a long beat as she watches him go... finally
          HEARING:
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT #3 (V.O.)
          
          Can I get you a refill?
          
          And Kate looks up as we CUT TO:
          
          OMITTED
          
          INT. PLANE - DAY
          
          We're looking up at the FLIGHT ATTENDANT -- and realize that
          we're back on the plane. The moments before the trouble.
          
          And the Flight Attendant is talking to KATE, who looks up at
          her -- and as if having to hide some deep trouble, kindly
          says about her almost-empty cup of Coke:
          
                              KATE
                    No, I'm fine with this, thank you.
          
          The Flight Attendant turns to the MAN sitting beside Kate --
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT #3
          
          -- you, sir?
          
          AND WE REALIZE IT'S THE MAN WHO WAS BLEEDING FROM THE HEAD AT
          THE CRASH SCENE -- THE MAN WHO JACK IS OPERATING ON.
          
                              MAN
                        (to her chest)
                    I'll have a coffee, sweetheart.
          
          FLIGHT ATTENDANT #3
          
          -- coffee, sure--
          
          And the Flight Attendant moves away. The Man glances at Kate.
          Kate stares out the window, pensive. A beat.
          
                              MAN
                    You look worried.
                        (she says nothing)
                    I'd be worried too, I was you.
          
          Kate's eyes just stare at the blue out there.
          
                                                      
          
                                                                     79.
          
          
          
                              MAN (CONT'D)
                    Hey -- look at the bright side. There's
                    an off-chance they'll believe your story.
                        (tongue firmly in cheek)
                    I sure know I do.
          
          Kate finally looks at him. An intense stare. For a reason
          we're about to learn, she resents this man.
          
                              KATE
                    It doesn't matter to me what you believe.
          
          He grins. If it wasn't clear before, it's clear now -- this
          guy is a Class-A prickfuck.
          
                              MAN
                    Well that sure is true. Always has been.
                        (long beat)
                    You sure you don't want another soda?
          
                              KATE
                        (defiant)
                    Yeah, thanks.
          
          Then she goes to take a final sip -- and what we see shocks
          us.
          
          KATE IS WEARING THE HANDCUFFS.
          
          HER JACKET HAS HIDDEN THEM FROM THOSE AROUND HER -- BUT HOLY
          SHIT, SHE'S THE ONE THE U.S. MARSHAL WAS TAKING BACK TO THE
          STATES -- AND THE MAN BESIDE HER IS THAT MARSHAL.
          
          As she finishes her drink, the PLANE SHAKES. Just a little.
          No big deal. DING -- "FASTEN SEATBELTS" LIGHTS UP.
          
                              FLIGHT ATTENDANT'S VOICE
                    Ladies and gentleman, the pilot has
                    turned on the fasten seatbelts sign --
                    please return to your seats with your
                    seatbelts fastened...
          
          And Kate turns to the man.
          
                              KATE
                    I have one favor to ask.
          
                              MAN
                    This oughta be good. Wh--
          
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     80.
          
          
          
          AND SUDDENLY THE PLANE DROPS TWO HUNDRED FEET IN TWO SECONDS -
          PEOPLE HIT THE CEILING -- SCREAMS AS THE BEVERAGE CART COMES
          DOWN, HITTING THE MAN BESIDE KATE -- HE'S SUDDENLY
          UNCONSCIOUS AS THE PLANE HITS HORRIBLE TURBULENCE --
          
          OMITTED
          
          -- PASSENGERS SCREAMING -- TERRIFIED --
          
          -- AND THE PLANE DROPS -- it's MAYHEM as the thing is about
          to break up and the OXYGEN MASKS DROP NOW and people scramble
          to grab them -- Kate tries too --
          
          BUT HER CUFFS ARE ATTACHED TO HER BELT -- SHE CAN'T REACH
          HIGH ENOUGH -- AND SHE CAN BARELY BREATHE NOW -- UNABLE TO
          REACH FOR THE OXYGEN MASK --
          
          PEOPLE ARE SCREAMING --
          
          CAMERA SHAKING MADLY AS THE STRUCTURE OF THE PLANE IS TESTED -
          THE VIEW OUT KATE'S WINDOW ALTERNATELY SKY AND SEA AS THEY
          DROP --
          
          THEN KATE
          
          GRABS THE UNCONSCIOUS MAN AND PULLS HIM OVER   HER -- HE SLUMPS
          ON TOP OF HER, HEAD BLOODY AND SHE PULLS HIS   KEY-RING OUT --
          SCRAMBLES TO UNLOCK HER CUFFS -- SHE DOES --   AND SHE GRABS
          THE OXYGEN MASK, PUTS IT ON HER -- AND PROPS   THE MARSHAL UP
          IN HIS SEAT -- GRABS HIS MASK AND PUTS IT ON   HIM.
          
          AND WE'RE TIGHT ON KATE --
          
          TERRIFIED OUT OF HER MIND AS THE PLANE IS ABOUT TO BREAK UP --
          AND WE'RE LOOKING AT HER AS THE REAR OF THE PLANE RIPS OFF --
          JUST FUCKING DISAPPEARS -- PEOPLE AND THINGS FALLING OUT INTO
          NOTHINGNESS AS WE SMASH CUT TO:
          
          EXT. JUNGLE - DAY
          
          Just where we left Kate -- as the others walk off, following
          Sawyer. Sayid then moves to Kate, who's pale now. And he says
          to her, sweetly:
          
                                SAYID
                      -- we should keep moving.
          
          And Kate nods -- and heads off --
          
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     81.
          
          
          
          EXT. MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY TENT - DAY
          
          Hurley still out fucking cold, Jack continues his surgery. Up
          to his elbows in blood. His patient, now clearly identifiable
          as the MARSHAL who flew with Kate.
          
          We don't see what Jack is doing, but it has a frantic feel to
          it. Clearly get the sense that things have gone from bad to
          worse.
          
          His hands move on autopilot -- using the torn shirt to soak
          up the blood with his left hand -- holds the needle and
          thread in his right, trying to stitch up whatever is torn
          inside -- A desperate attempt to stick his thumb in the dam
          that is this guy's life. And that's when --
          
                               SHRAPNEL MAN
                    Gah ---
          
          Jack FREEZES -- the Man's face is contorting in pain as he
          begins to GAIN CONSCIOUSNESS --
          
                               JACK
                    -- no --
          
          The guy is literally struggling to breathe -- but he's
          conscious now. Moving his lips, something coming out in a
          whisper -- the guy is WILLING himself to say something --
          Jack puts down the needle -- leans closer --
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    What? I can't...
          
          And suddenly, the guy GRABS Jack by the shirt. Pulls him
          close with his last ounce of strength. And he HISSES --
          
          THE MARSHAL
          
          WHERE IS SHE?
          
          Off Jack's face --
          
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
          TIGHT ON A SMALL LEAF (known as "Sleeping Grass"). A small
          hand touches it -- and the LEAF CLOSES. RACK FOCUS TO REVEAL
          Walt, sitting on the sand, studying this odd plant.
          
          After a beat he HEARS:
          
                               MICHAEL (O.S.)
                    Walt!
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     82.
          
          
          
          And Walt turns around -- across the beach, he sees his
          father.
          
                              MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                    You looking for this?
          
          Walt looks, curious. And Michael steps forward -- REVEALING
          VINCENT, WALT'S WHITE LAB. Walt's face comes to life as he
          RACES across the sand to the dog, who runs to Walt. Walt hugs
          the dog, loving him. Michael watches this. He can't help but
          smile at the reunion.
          
          Then Michael looks over to Jack -- who kneels over the Man
          with the shrapnel wound. And Jack is talking to the Man --
          and Michael watches this from a distance -- can't hear
          anything -- but what Michael sees is fascinating.
          
          The Man -- the Marshal -- is telling Jack something.
          Something urgent -- and Jack's reaction is shock. Disbelief.
          
          And the Man -- holding on to Jack's lapel -- dies. And Jack
          stares at him, stunned.
          
          Michael watches as Jack finally sits back, exhausted,
          shocked.
          
          And Michael watches him, intrigued.
          
          We're TIGHT ON JACK -- LONG LONG LENS -- as he looks off, his
          mind spinning --
          
          EXT. MOUNTAIN - DAY
          
          We're TIGHT ON KATE as she walks, staring off, numb...
          reliving her last moments on that airplane... HOLD ON HER for
          a long beat.
          
          ANGLE - SAYID
          
          Also walking. He pulls out the transceiver as they go. Sawyer
          sees this.
          
                              SAWYER
                    Oh. Now it's a good time to check the
                    radio. Not before, but now.
          
                              SAYID
                    We're up higher.
          
                              SAWYER
                        (asshole)
                    Yes we are.
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                      83.
          
          
          
          Sawyer walks off, past Sayid as Sayid turns on the radio.
          Stares at the screen. And he walks up to camera and stops --
          now in EXTREME CLOSEUP.
          
          AND WE SEE HIS POV --
          
          TIGHT: A BAR FLICKERS in the RECEPTION window -- Sayid's
          shocked -- breathless --
          
                                                    BACK TO SCENE
          
                              SAYID
                    -- bar-- bar, there's a bar--
                        (then, loud)
          
          HEY! WE GOT A BAR!!!
          
          The Others stop -- turn to him -- Sayid fiddles with the
          controls as the others surround him -- he holds down a button
          and makes the call:
          
                              SAYID (CONT'D)
                    -- mayday mayday--
          
          But: SCRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HORRIBLE FEEDBACK!
          
                              KATE
                    -- what's that?
          
          -- feedback from what?
          
          -- what would do that?
          
                              SAYID
                    -- feedback--
          
          -- I don't know --
          
                              SAWYER
                    I'll tell you what would do that. This
                    guy not fixing the radio-- the thing
                    doesn't work --
          
          And once again: SCRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Sayid
          releases the button --
          
                              SAYID
                    No -- no, it's not broken...
                        (suddenly)
                    We can't transmit because something's
                    already transmitting.
          
          This sinks in --
          
                                                     
          
                                                                     84.
          
          
          
                              SHANNON
                    What?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Transmitting from where?
          
                              SAYID (CONT'D)
                    Somewhere close -- the signal's strong --
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Close? You mean here on the island close?
                    That's fantastic!
          
                              BOONE
                    Maybe it's other survivors --
          
                              SHANNON
                    From our plane? How --
          
                              SAWYER
                    So what kind of "transmission" is it?
          
                              SAYID
                    Could be a Satphone -- maybe a radio
                    signal...
          
          TIGHT ON KATE as she finally asks the only question really
          worth answering --
          
                              KATE
                    Can we listen to it?
          
                              SAYID
                    I don't know what frequency the signal is
                    - hold on --
          
          Sayid begins to SCAN for the frequency -- nothing but STATIC.
          
                              SAWYER
                    -- there's no transmission--
          
                              KATE
                    Sawyer, shut-up--
          
                              CHARLIE
                    It's the rescue crew -- it must be --
          
          And suddenly GASPS from the group as they HEAR A FRANTIC
          FEMALE VOICE:
          
                              FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
                    ... Il est dehors... Il est dehors et
                    Brennan pris les clefs!
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     85.
          
          
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- That's French. The French are coming!
                    I've never been so grateful for the
                    French --
          
          Our people can't believe they're actually hearing another
          voice:
          
                              KATE
                    I never took French -- What's she saying?
          
                              FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
                    -- veuillez nous aider... Ils sont morts
          
          - Ils sont tous morts...
          
                              SAYID
                    -- does anyone speak French?
          
          MOVING over all their faces as the voice continues. No. None
          of them speak French. But then -- pointing:
          
                                BOONE
                    She does.
          
          Boone's pointing at Shannon. And not since Algebra 2 has
          Shannon been on the spot like this.
          
                              SHANNON
                    What?!? No I don't...
          
                              BOONE
                    WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU
                    SPENT A YEAR IN PARIS!
          
                              SHANNON
                    DRINKING! NOT STUDYING!
          
          And now another VOICE emerges from the walkie. A MALE VOICE,
          oddly flat. Without inflection. Automaton --
          
                               MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                    Iteration one seven two nine four five
                    three one.
          
                              CHARLIE
                        (fucking befuddled)
                    Right then -- what was that?
          
          But now the FRENCH WOMAN is speaking again. And her voice is
          FADING a little...
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                        86.
          
          
          
                              SAYID
                    -- nonono--
          
          -- the batteries -- they're dying--
          
                              KATE
                    -- what? "Nonono" what?
          
                              BOONE
                        (to Shannon)
          
          I'VE SEEN YOU TALK FRENCH!!! LISTEN TO THIS!!!
          
          Shannon tries to understand it -- shaking, her eyes closed --
          Kate's nervous --
          
                              KATE
                    How much time do we -- ?
          
                              SAYID
                    -- not much --
          
                              SAWYER
                    You're telling me no one here speaks
                    French?!?
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- that voice -- that's weird --
          
                               MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                    Iteration one seven two nine four five
                    three two.
          
          And THE DESPERATE FEMALE VOICE begins again...
          
                              FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
                    -- nous aider... Ils sont morts --
          
                              SHANNON
                        (small voice)
                    It's-- it's repeating--
          
                              SAYID
                    -- Yes, she's right -- It's a loop.
                    "Iteration." It's repeating the same
                    message.
                        (and to prove it)
                    It's a counter -- the next number will
                    end five three three.
          
          And they HUSH, focused on the transceiver as --
          
          
          
                                                       
          
                                                                     87.
          
          
          
                              MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                    Iteration one seven two nine four five
                    three three.
          
          Beat. Then, the FRENCH WOMAN begins again, still FAINTER -
          Sayid looks up at the others, triumphant.
          
                              SAWYER
                    Does anyone understand what the hell he's
                    talking about?
          
                              SAYID
                    It's a running count. Of the number of
                    times the message has repeated. It's
                    roughly thirty seconds long, so...
          
          Sayid's eyes look skyward, lips moving -- runs the numbers...
          
                              SAWYER
                    Don't forget to carry the one, chief.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    -- guys, the battery--
          
                              KATE
                    Give him a minute.
          
          Boone couldn't care less about figuring out the numbers. He
          is still intent on his sister --
          
                              BOONE
                    -- C'mon, Shan --what's she saying? Try.
          
                              FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
                    Si n'importe qui peut entendre ceci --
                    veuillez nous aider...
          
                              SHANNON
                        (scrambling; stressed)
                    -- I don't know -- I think she's saying
                    "Please."
                        (listens)
                    She's saying "Please help me. Please come
                    get me."
          
                              SAWYER
                        (losing his shit)
                    Or she's not! You don't speak French!
          
                              KATE
                    Let her listen.
          
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                     88.
          
          
          
                              FEMALE VOICE (V.O.)
                    Il les a tues. Il les a tues tous.
          
          And Shannon's face FALLS as she listens, something
          registering... and whatever it is, it scares the LIVING SHIT
          OUT OF HER.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    What? What is it?
          
          The voice gets fainter and fainter. Shannon brings the walkie
          to her ear, she's calm now, almost as if she's CHANNELING the
          speaker. And yeah -- it's fucking SPOOKY...
          
                               SHANNON
                    "Please help... I'm alone now... on the
                    island alone. Someone please come... the
                    others, they're dead. It killed them.
                        (then)
                    It killed them all."
          
          And with that, complete and utter SILENCE. The battery is
          dead. Just the wind. Then Shannon lowers the transceiver.
          
          We suddenly find SAYID. His lips stop moving. His eyes drop
          from the heavens. And he looks even more frightened than the
          rest of them.
          
                              SAYID
                    Sixteen years.
          
                              SAWYER
                        (snapping out of it)
                    What?
          
                              SAYID
                    Sixteen years. Five months. And nine
                    days. That's the count.
          
                              CHARLIE
                    The count? What -- ?
          
                              BOONE
                    You wanna give us a minute here, man?
                    'Cause this is --
          
                              SAYID
                    The message. The iterations. It's a
                    distress call. A mayday. A plea for help.
                    And if the counter's right, it's been
                    playing... over and over for sixteen
                    years.
          
          
                                                    
          
                                                                       89.
          
          
          
          And we let that doozy sink in for a moment before --
          
                              BOONE
                    Someone else was stranded here?
          
                              KATE
                    Maybe someone came for them...
          
                              SAWYER
                    If someone came, why's it still playing?
          
          Beat. Another beat. And another. Taking in all six of
          them. All equally freaked... no longer so sure they were
          lucky to survive. Finally --
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Guys -- where are we?
          
                                                     CUT TO BLACK.
          
                                  THE END
          
          


Pilot



Writers :   J.J. Abrams  Damon Lindelof
Genres :   Adventure  Drama  Mystery  Thriller


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