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                                          LOST
          
                                       "Walkabout"
          
          
                                       Written by
          
                                       David Fury
          
          

          
                                          TEASER
          
               Moving through the "O" of the "LOST" TITLE, as we HEAR...
               CHAOS -- people shouting, wailing in pain, a woman screaming,
               the WHINE of a jet engine, then...
          
               EXT. BEACH - DAY
          42                                                                   42
          
               XCU - A MAN'S EYE as it snaps open (deja vu).     CUT WIDE to
               see it belongs to
          
               LOCKE, lying by the side of the smoking fuselage. We quickly
               realize this is right after the crash. A FLASHBACK. And
               we're experiencing it from his point-of-view. Dazed, he
               props himself up on his elbows and glances around, taking
               stock of the other terrified survivors, including the                 
               screaming SHANNON, etc., until suddenly he notices...
          
               HIS POV - His feet.   One of his shoes is missing.
          
               Locke stares dumbly at his socked foot for a moment, then...
          
               He slowly wiggles his big toe.      Then, all the toes.
          
               He barely has time to process his parts are working before he
               spots something. CUT WIDE--
          
               OVER HIS SHOE, lying nearby on its side -- its CLEAN,
               PRISTINE, UNSCUFFED SOLE facing camera.
          
               Oblivious to the panicked people running past him, Locke
               retrieves the shoe, then sits up.                                     
          
               Amid the din, we may notice a new sound - A DOG BARKING. It
               starts faint, at first, then grows progressively louder as
               Locke slowly bends his knee, bringing his foot into his lap.
          
               As he proceeds to put his shoe back on, we PUSH IN, the
               BARKING becoming louder, more frantic...
          
               ...and LOCKE looks up...
          
          43                                                                   43
               EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
          
               CLOSE ON LOCKE, sitting on the beach -- lost in his own
               thoughts -- SNAPPED OUT by the sound of VINCENT barking.    He
               looks over at...
          
               WALT, holding VINCENT back as the dog strains at his leash.
               A groggy MICHAEL sits next to him.
          
                
          
          
          
          
                              MICHAEL
                    Walt, ya gotta keep that dog quiet.
          
                              WALT
                    I dunno what's the matter with him.
                        (pulling on leash)
                    C'mon, Vincent-- Cut it out...
          
          Michael offers an apologetic look to Shannon and Boone, a few
          feet away.
          
                                 MICHAEL
                    Sorry...
          
          SHANNON tsk with annoyance.      BOONE nods, understandingly.
          
          We get QUICK POPS of some of the other regulars, stirring
          awake to the commotion: SAYED, CLAIRE, HURLEY, JIN and SUN,
          etc. That's when we find...
          
          JACK, already up. And staring at something.        KATE appears
          from behind and sidles up next to him.
          
                              KATE
                    What is it?
          
          She follows his gaze to see he's looking at
          
          THE FUSELAGE.   From inside we hear NOISES - banging around,
          dull thuds.
          
                              CLAIRE
                    Somebody's in there.
          
                              SAYID
                    Everybody in there's dead.
          
                              JACK
                        (under his breath)
                    Sawyer.
          
                              SAWYER (O.S.)
                    Standing right behind you, jackass.
          
          Jack looks back over his shoulder to, indeed, find SAWYER.
          Then, turning back, and with a deep breath, Jack takes out
          his itty-bitty PENLIGHT. He moves off toward the opening of
          the ruined fuselage.
          
                                 KATE
                    Jack...?
          
          
          
              
          
          
          
          
          ON SAWYER - he throws a smirking glance to Kate, as he whips
          out his MEGA-WATT FLASHLIGHT. Kate rolls her eyes, then
          follows Jack. Sawyer follows her.
          
          Much schmuck-baiting as Jack nears the opening of the
          wreckage, and Locke folds into the group from the other side.
          The others in the camp hang back.
          
          REVERSE ANGLE - the four arrive at the opening and peer in.
          The banging and noises are louder now. And we see something
          in the foreground... something NOT HUMAN moving inside.
          
          ON SAWYER - Waiting for Jack to make a move.       Then, out of
          patience...
          
                              SAWYER
                    How `bout I shed a little light on--
          
          Sawyer switches his lamp on and attempts to bring it up, as a
          SHARP GRUNT is heard from inside the fuselage, and Jack
          blocks his arm.
          
          PUSH IN to the darkness inside the cabin as we can just make
          out...
          
          CLOSE-UP - SOMETHING'S HEAD turning to look at them.
          Moonlight glinting of its feral, furious eyes as it snorts...
          
          CLOSE ON JACK - Staring back at it... Without turning, he
          says to the others in a quiet, but urgent whisper:
          
                                 JACK
                    Run.
          
          
                                  END OF TEASER
          
          
          
          
              
          
          
          
                                             ACT ONE
          
          44   EXT. BEACH - NIGHT                                             44
          
               Continuous. The others barely have time to act on Jack's
               suggestion when Sawyer shines the flashlight inside.
          
                                      JACK
                         No!
          
               From inside... SHRIEKS!
          
               THREE SMALLISH SQUEALING BEASTS come barreling out of the
               fuselage, fanning out in different directions. Kate SCREAMS
               as they run, and the camp is thrown into chaos.
          
               Random shouts of: "Look out!," "What's happening?!," "Get
               away!," etc., as some flee, some cower, others bring up make-
               shift weapons to defend themselves as the creatures charge
               past them - including HURLEY, who wields a diving FLIPPER.
          
                                   HURLEY
                         Aww crud, now what?
          
               ON JIN, brandishing a piece of driftwood as he commands SUN:
          
                                    JIN
                             (in Korean)
                         Stay down.
          
               She obeys, staying crouched behind him.
          
               In the melee, one of the fleeing CASTAWAYS run right into
               CHARLIE, knocking him down onto a jagged piece of wreckage.
          
                                      CHARLIE
                         Hey-- Oww!
          
               On the ground, Charlie looks at the gash across his forearm,
               then glances up and reacts as A BEASTIE closes in on him...
          
               ON CHARLIE - Terror rising. At the very last second, he's
               YANKED to his feet, flinching, as a BLUR OF FUR flashes by.
               He glances back to discover it was
          
               JACK who pulled him out of the animal's path. They both turn
               just in time to see the RUSTLING OF BRUSH as the beasts
               disappear into the jungle.
          
               ON SAYID, shouting to the others.
          
                                   SAYID
                         It's alright! They're gone!
          
          
                   
          
          
          
          
               ON BOONE, who'd been shielding a wigged out Shannon.
          
                                      BOONE
                         You okay?
          
                                      SHANNON
                         Yeah.     Way to go, Ace.
          
               ON CHARLIE and JACK...
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         What the bloody hell was it?
          
               ON LOCKE, nearby, staring off, stoically, in the direction of
               the departing animals.
          
                                      LOCKE
                         Boars.
          
                                                               UPCUT TO CU ON:
          
               INT. INFIRMARY TENT - A LITTLE LATER
          45                                                                     45
          
                                   JACK
                         We have to get rid of the bodies.
          
               WIDEN to see him conferring with Kate and Sayid as he dresses
               Charlie's wound.
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         What, bury them? There's a whole
                         bunch in there--
          
                                   SAYID
                         More than twenty. Digging will be
                         difficult without shovels or--
          
                                      JACK
                         Not bury.     We have to burn them.
          
               The other three react, taken aback by that.       Jack notices --
          
                                      JACK (CONT'D)
                         What?
          
                            KATE                              JACK
               They're people.                   -- I know they're people,
                                                 Kate...
          
                                   SAYID
                         Burning the remains... They deserve
                         better than--
          
          
                
          
          
          
          
                                 JACK
                       Than what? Getting eaten by wild
                       animals? `Cause that's what's
                       gonna happen. Any bodies we bury
                       won't stay buried for long. Look,
                       I know it seems harsh. But that
                       fuselage, in the sun, it's not
                       about what they deserve...
                           (softening)
                       They're gone. And we're not.
          
          Sayid looks at the ground, shaking his head.
          
                                 SAYID
                       What you say may be true.
                           (looks back up to Jack)
                       But it's not right. For us to
                       decide how these people are laid to
                       rest, with no regard to their own
                       wishes -- their religions-
          
                                 JACK
                       We don't have time to sort out
                       everybody's God.
          
                                 CHARLIE
                       Really? Last I heard, we're
                       positively made of time.
          
                         KATE                            CHARLIE
          Charlie...                        -- What?    I'm just saying...
          
                                  JACK
                       Hey, I'm not happy about it either.
                       But the plane crashed a thousand
                       miles off-course. They're looking
                       for us in the wrong place. If
                       they're even still looking.
                           (then)
                       It's been four days. Nobody's
                       coming.
          
          The remainder of this registers on Sayid's face.
          
                                 JACK (CONT'D)
                       In the morning, we need everybody
                       to start collecting wood... Dried
                       brush... We're going in turn that
                       fuselage into a furnace.
          
                                 KATE
                       Crematorium, you mean.
          
          
           
          
          
          
          
          Jack looks at her.   And nods.    Starts to exit, STOPS --
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
                                   JACK                                           
                         We'll wait until the sun goes down                       
                         tomorrow night to set the fire.                          
          
               Kate nods as Jack goes. As the others start to disperse,
               Charlie looks at Kate...
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         If he's so eager to get this done,                       
                         why're we waiting `til...                                
          
                                   KATE
                         He's hoping somebody'll see it.
          
               She crosses off as Charlie takes that in...
          
               EXT. HORIZON - DAWN - ESTABLISHING (STOCK) - DAY 5
          46                                                                46
          
               The sun peeks out over the empty ocean.    Another day.
          
               EXT. BEACH - DUNE - MORNING
          47                                                                47
          
               ON A PILE of METAL PIECES, STRIPPINGS, WIRES and AIRPHONES
               WITH CORDS. Nearby lies the TRANSCEIVER from the cockpit.
               As a HAND reaches in and picks up a wire, TILT UP to find
          
               SAYID, carefully wrapping the wire around a cylindrical piece
               of piping attached to a curved piece of metal.
          
                                   KATE (O.S.)
                         Guess I'm not the only one who                           
                         didn't sleep last night.                                 
          
               He glances up at her, then goes back to work.
          
                                   SAYID
                         There are better uses for my time
                         than collecting firewood.
          
                                   KATE                                           
                             (gets his meaning)                                   
                         You don't agree with Jack.                               
          
               Sayid doesn't answer her, just goes about his business.
          
                                   KATE (CONT'D)
                         What're you making?
          
                                   SAYID
                         Too soon to talk about.   Not sure
                         if it'll even work.
          
          
          
              
          
          
          
          
                                    KATE                                              
                          You're trying to pick up the                                
                          signal, aren't you? The one we                              
                          heard on the transceiver.                                   
          
               Bingo.   Reluctantly, Sayid nods.                                      
          
                                    SAYID                                             
                          If the French woman's transmissions
                          have truly been playing on a loop
                          for sixteen years, then there must                          
                          be a power source on this island.
                          A significant one.
          
                                    KATE                                              
                          You can find it?                                            
          
                                     SAYID                                            
                          Hypothetically... yes.                                      
                              (beat)                                                  
                          I'm making an antenna, of sorts.                            
                          With a few of these mounted at                              
                          different points on the island, I
                          may be able to use the transceiver
                          to triangulate the signal. Find
                          out where it's coming from.
          
                                    KATE
                          What can I do to help?
          
                                    SAYID
                          This is only a prototype. Testing                           
                          it now may be premature...                                  
          
                                    KATE
                          Then it's a good thing I test well.                         
          
               Sayid eyes her for a moment.   Smiles.   A moment.    Then --          
          
                                    SAYID
                          Appears you're as anxious to get
                          off this island as I am.
          
               Boy, don't we know it.   Off Kate...                                   
          
          48                                                                    48
               EXT. BEACH - MEANWHILE
          
               ON MICHAEL, collecting wood near the edge of the jungle.
               Walt sits nearby, petting Vincent, who's tied to a tree.        He
               suddenly catches sight of
          
               HIS POV - LOCKE, sitting in the sand, unlocking a SUITCASE,            
               and lifting the lid toward camera, masking what's inside.
          
               
          
          
          
          
          ON WALT, he gets up and starts to walk off.        Michael sees him
          out of the corner of his eyes.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    Where you going, man?
          
                              WALT
                        (busted)
                    Nowhere.
          
          MICHAEL looks over at LOCKE, now rummaging through the
          suitcase.
          
                              WALT (CONT'D)
                    I just thought... I wanted to go
                    see what Mr. Locke's doing.
          
                               MICHAEL
                    How `bout you help your dad with                             
                    the wood, okay?
                        (beat)
                    I'm sure Mr. Locke doesn't want a
                    kid hanging around him all day,
                    anyway.
          
          Walt is obviously not keen on that option, but he grudgingly
          begins to pick up sticks --
          
                              WALT
                    At least he talks to me.
          
          That STINGS -- but it's kinda true, too.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    Okay. Let's talk then.        What you
                    wanna talk about?
          
                                 WALT
                    Forget it.
          
          As Walt sulks, Michael casts another wary eye at Locke,
          before picking up a final piece of wood and crossing back to
          the fuselage, where we find...
          
          JACK, a bandana around his neck, supervising as various
          others bring over wood and brush. He takes Michael's
          delivery and passes it along to a chain of two other MEN
          inside the cabin, also wearing something across their faces.
          He casts a wary eye over at
          
          
          
          
              
          
          
          
          
          HIS POV - A SMALL GATHERING of four or five CASTAWAYS
          talking, occasionally peering over. Among them is Claire,
          who looks at Jack, then peels away and crosses to him.            
          
                                 CLAIRE
                    Excuse me.     Doctor...?
          
                              JACK                                          
                    Jack. Claire, right?                                    
                        (re: her belly)                                     
                    How's the...?                                           
          
                               CLAIRE                                       
                    Good. He's good.                                        
                        (beat)                                              
                    I think maybe you should see this.                      
          
          She hands Jack some folded, partially SINGED papers.   As he      
          unfolds them...                                                   
          
                              CLAIRE (CONT'D)                               
                    Somebody found it.
                        (pointing to the fuselage)
                    In there. They're collecting                            
                    belongings.
          
          JACK'S POV - The pages contain hand written notes accompanied
          by COLOR PHOTOS OF A HAPPY, YOUNG COUPLE, lovely bridal gown,
          a luxurious beach resort, floral arrangements, etc.               
          
                              CLAIRE (CONT'D)                               
                    They're weeding plans.                                  
                        (pointing, reading)
                    "Steve and Kristen's." They were                        
                    on the plane. Sitting a couple of                       
                    rows behind me. I remember                              
                    `cause...                                               
                        (a little overcome)                                 
                    They looked... so happy.                                
          
          Jack quickly returns the pages to her, awkward under the          
          weight of her raw emotion --                                      
          
                              JACK
                    I-- I don't understand, Claire,
                    what am I supposed to do with--
          
                              CLAIRE
                    I thought... Well, some of us were                      
                    wondering if maybe we should do
                    some kind of... thing. Like a                           
                    memorial service or something. You
                    could lead it...
          
           
          
          
          
          
                                   JACK
                         Uh, no, I don't think...                                  
          
                                   CLAIRE
                         It's just a few words. Or maybe we                        
                         could just read off names. From
                         the passports or driver's licenses--
          
               Jack's had ENOUGH --                                                
          
                                   JACK                                            
                         Look -- It's not my thing.                                
          
               Claire instantly backs off. Clear to her (and us) she's             
               pushing a button that best ain't pushed --                          
          
                                      CLAIRE                                       
                         Oh. Okay.      Then... maybe I could                      
                         do it.                                                    
          
                                   JACK                                            
                         Yeah. Sounds fine.     Whatever
                         everybody wants.
          
               And with that, Jack walks off.    As Claire watches him go...       
          
          49   EXT. BEACH - EDGE OF THE JUNGLE - MEANWHILE                   49
          
               ON BOONE, collecting wood... He looks up as
          
               JIN, crosses by, his arms also laden with wood.    They notice
               each other. After a moment, Boone offers:
          
                                      BOONE
                         Hi.
          
               Jin returns the greeting with a friendly nod and moves off.
               Boone crosses to a piece of driftwood high on the beach, then       
               suddenly sees
          
               ROSE, sitting far down the beach, near the surf, by herself.        
          
               REVERSE - CLOSE ON ROSE, just sitting, staring out at the           
               sea, gently caressing the gold band she wears on a string
               around her neck. We can make out BOONE in the deep                  
               background.                                                         
          
          50                                                                 50    
               EXT. BEACH - MOMENTS LATER
          
               ON SHANNON, doing a crossword puzzle in the back of an
               airline magazine, as others continue to toil around her. We
               see BOONE dump off his wood by the fuselage and cross to her:
          
          
                
          
          
          
          
                              BOONE
                    That woman's still sitting out                            
                    there.                                                    
          
                              SHANNON                                         
                        (barely listening)
                    Uh huh.
          
                              BOONE                                           
                    Her husband was on the plane.    In                       
                    the back.                                                 
          
                                SHANNON                                       
                    Great.                                                    
          
                              BOONE                                           
                    Are you even listening to me?                             
          
                              SHANNON                                         
                    What's a four-letter word for "I                          
                    don't care?"                                              
          
                               BOONE                                          
                    She hasn't moved from that spot                           
                    since yesterday, Shannon.                                 
                        (beat)
                    Somebody should go talk to her.
          
                              SHANNON
                    I nominate you.                                           
                        (weary sigh)                                          
                    Taking care of the whole freakin'                         
                    world, one person at a time.
          
                      BOONE                               SHANNON
          Not the whole world. Just my
                                           -- Who was doing just fine          
                        sister--                                               
                                           until you came along.
          
                               BOONE                                          
                    Yeah! You had it all together.                            
                    That's why I had to fly seven                             
                    thousand miles to rescue your ass.                        
                        (then)
                    Face it, Shannon. You'd be lost                           
                    without me.
          
                              SHANNON                                         
                    Correction. I am lost with you.
          
          
          
          
          
          
            LOST   "Walkabout"          (PINK)            7/22/04       13.
          
          
          
                              BOONE
                    Yeah, well, at least you know you
                    won't starve with me to take care
                    of you.
                     SHANNON                              BOONE
          I'm not gonna starve...
                                            -- Yeah?    What're you gonna
                                            eat?
          
                              SHANNON
                        (shrugs)
                    Ocean's full of fish.
          
                              BOONE
                    Hate to break it to you, but the
                    ocean's not gonna take your gold                           
                    card.                                                      
          And now Shannon finally puts down her magazine.      It's ON --
          
                              SHANNON
                    You don't think I can catch a fish?
          
          Boone's look at her says it all. Nope.       Before she can
          respond, their attention's drawn to...
          
          ANGLE ON SAWYER and HURLEY, yelling on top of one another.
          Hurley keeps reaching for the backpack in Sawyer's hands.
          Sawyer shoves him away. As they quarrel, ten or fifteen
          castaways converge on them.
                      HURLEY                            SAWYER
          -- hand `em over -- There's       -- How `bout `no' --
          other people here, or don't       Well, maybe if one of us
          you give a crap --                didn't eat more than his fair
          That's bull and you know it --    share, wouldn't be a shortage
          Dude, what's your Problem?!       -- Hey, I'm peachy, pork-pie.
          Not happy unless you're           You're the one--
          screwing over--
          
          Boone enters the fray, trying to calm the situation.
          
                              BOONE
                    Okay, guys, knock it off.    C'mon --
                              SAWYER
                    Stay outta this, Metro--
          
                              JACK (O.S.)
                    What's going on?
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Sawyer, Hurley and Boone look over to see JACK, KATE and
          SAYID pushing past some of the onlookers.
          
                              HURLEY
                        (indicating Sawyer)
                    Jethro here's hoarding the last
                    bags of peanuts.
          
                              SAWYER
                    It's my own stash.
                        (nodding to fuselage)
                    Found `em in there.
          
                              JACK
                        (to Hurley)
                    What about the rest of the food?
          
                              HURLEY
                        (to Hurley)
                    There is no rest of the food, dude.
                    It's gone. We kinda... ate it all.
          
          The castaways start to murmur: "No food?" And PANIC begins
          to seep in. People are really starting to get scared. The
          KNOWERS doing their best to maintain order --
          
                       JACK                             SAYID
          Okay, everybody calm down...
                                            -- We can find food. There
                                            are plenty of things on this
                                            island to sustain us.
          ON SAWYER, who casually leans against a row of detached           
          airplane seats.                                                   
          
                              SAWYER
                    Oh yeah? And exactly how are we
                    gonna get this... sustenance?
          THWACK! A good-sized knife suddenly imbeds itself in the          
          empty seat next to Sawyer. He flinches back, startled.            
          
          ON JACK, KATE and the others as they turn toward the
          direction from which the knife had come to see                    
          
          LOCKE.
                                 LOCKE
                    We hunt.
          
          Stop. Let it sink in. The pure AUTHORITY of this man.
          After a moment, Kate steps toward him...
          
          
           
          
          
          
          
                             KATE
                   How'd you get that knife on the
                   plane?
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Locke eyes her a moment... then shrugs.
          
                              LOCKE
                    I checked it.
          Jack PULLS the knife out of the seat. For a second we think     
          he might keep it... but instead, he offers it to Locke, hilt
          out. Sizing up this guy for the first time --
          
                              JACK
                    Either you've got good aim...
                        (looks to Sawyer)
                    Or bad aim, Mr...?
          
                               MICHAEL
                    Locke.   His name's Locke.
          
                               JACK
                    Okay. So what is it we're hunting,
                    Mr. Locke?
          
          SLOW PUSH IN ON LOCKE as he speaks...
          
                              LOCKE
                    We know there are wild boar on the
                    island. Razorbacks by the look of
                    them. The ones who came into camp
                    last night were piglets... A
                    hundred, hundred and fifty pounds
                    each. That means there's a mother
                    nearby. A two-hundred and fifty
                    pound rat with scimitar-like tusks
                    and a surly disposition, who'd love
                    nothing more than to eviscerate
                    anything that comes near her...
          
          ON JACK, eyeing Locke as he continues...
          
                              LOCKE (CONT'D)
                    ... Boars' usual mode of attack are
                    to circle around their prey, charge
                    from behind. So I figure it'll
                    take at least three of us to flank
                    one of the piglets, distract it
                    just long enough for me to pin
                    it... and slit its throat.
          Everyone stares at him, stunned for a moment.   Then Sawyer
          turns to Jack --
          
                              SAWYER
                    And you gave him his knife back.
          
          
          
          
          
          
                                   JACK                                            
                         If you've got a better idea...                            
          
                                   SAWYER                                          
                         Better than three of y'all                                
                         wandering into the magic forest to                        
                         bag us a hunk `o ham armed with one                       
                         l'il bitty knife? Hell no! That's                         
                         the best idea I ever heard!                               
          
               With the barest of smirks, Locke takes a step toward his
               black bag lying nearby and deftly KICKS open the lid.
          
               REVEAL, strapped to the lid, HALF A DOZEN LARGE HUNTING
               KNIVES, of various shapes and sizes, along with other hunting
               accountrements: fishing line; snake-bite kit; etc.
          
               The others REACT.    Fuck.                                          
               CLOSE ON HURLEY:
          
                                   HURLEY
                         Who is this guy?                                          
          
               INT. OFFICE - DAY - FLASHBACK
          51                                                                 51
          
               CLOSE UP ON LOCKE, in crisp white shirt and tie, jotting
               something down in an open file. Suddenly his phone TRILLS.
               Locke picks it up:
          
                                      LOCKE
                                (into phone)
                         Yes?
          
                                   CLIPPED VOICE (V.O.)
                             (on the phone)
                         Col. Locke, is this line secure?
          
               Locke's eyes dart off for a moment, before he pushes a button
               on his phone console.
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Line secure, GL-12.       Go ahead.                       
          
                                   CLIPPED VOICE (V.O.)
                             (on the phone)                                        
                         Target area is acquired. Maneuvers
                         are a go for thirteen hundred
                         hours. Repeat -- we are a go.                             
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Roger that. We'll convene at the
                         usual rendezvous point at --                              
          
                  
          
          
          
          
                                RANDY (O.S.)
                    Locke!
          
          Locke looks up from his call and we reveal...                     
          
          RANDY, an office supervisor, standing at the entrance to
          Locke's cubicle.
          
          That's right, Locke's a mid-level management cubicle jockey.
          
                              RANDY (CONT'D)
                    I told you. I need those TPS
                    reports finished by noon today.
                    Not twelve-thirty. Not twelve-
                    fifteen. Noon!
          
          Locke, evenly, though clearly peeved:
          
                              LOCKE
                    I heard you the first time, Randy.
          
          As Randy starts to leave, he adds:
          
                              RANDY
                    And no personal calls during office
                    hours. Colonel.
          
          Randy moves off, barely suppressing a snicker and we're...        
          
          CLOSE ON LOCKE, his eyes narrow, watching him go...               
          
                                                         CUT TO BLACK:      
          
          
                                END OF ACT ONE
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
                                       ACT TWO
          
          52   EXT. BEACH - MID-DAY                                         52
          
               CLOSE ON A KNIFE, glinting in the sunlight. Widen to see
               Kate holding it, looking it over, before she slides it into
               her belt and continues gearing up she hears:
          
                                   JACK (O.S.)
                         So you're hunting boars now, huh?                        
          
               She turns and sees Jack. Hint of a smile. This will always         
               be their dynamic -- concern baked under the fluffy crust of a      
               CHEMISTRY neither can deny. As they WALK AND TALK --               
          
                                   KATE
                         Who says this is my first time boar-                     
                         hunting.                                                 
          
                                   JACK                                           
                         Uh huh. Tell me something -- How                         
                         come anytime there's a hike into                         
                         the Heart of Darkness, you sign up?                      
                         You know what's in there.                                
          
                                   KATE                                           
                         Actually, I don't.                                       
          
               And we can see that Kate is kinda scared... VULNERABLE, even.      
          
                                   KATE (CONT'D)                                  
                         But at least I've got some                               
                         experience, right?                                       
          
               Jack smiles. She can handle herself.    So he turns his            
               attention across the beach towards --                              
          
               LOCKE, filling his VEST with stuff from his suitcase...            
          
                                   JACK                                           
                         What's your feel on our new friend?                      
          
                                   KATE
                         Seems to know what he's doing.
          
                                   JACK                                           
                         Call me paranoid, but anyone who                         
                         packs a suitcase full of knives...                       
          
                                   KATE                                           
                             (smiles)                                             
                         If I didn't know better, I'd say                         
                         you were worried about me, Jack.                         
          
          
              
          
                 LOST   "Walkabout"          (YELLOW)           8/2/04   19.
          
          
          
                                    JACK
                         If I didn't know better, I'd say
                         you've got a problem staying in one
                         place very long, Kate.
                             (beat)
                         So you wanna tell me why you're
                         really going?
          
               Kate stops. She's busted. Eager to break this awkward
               moment, Kate makes sure they're far enough away from the
               others -- Opens up her pack, revealing SAYID'S ANTENNA.
          
                                   KATE
                         Sayid gave me this so he can
                         triangulate the distress signal we
                         heard -- Find the source.
          
                                   JACK
                             (realizing)
                         This isn't about boars.
          
               She smiles as she refastens her bag and hoists it, does her
               best to cover her nervousness with bravado --
          
                                   KATE
                         What can I say?    I'm a vegetarian.
          
               She moves off.    Jack watching her go.
          
          53                                                               53
               EXT. ANOTHER PART OF THE BEACH - MEANWHILE
          
               WALT's pleading with Michael who shoves things into a pack.
          
                                   WALT
                         But why can't I come?
          
                                   MICHAEL
                         Because I said so --
          
               At that moment, Michael notices SUN crossing by, holding
               plants she's apparently dug up. He attempts to communicate
               with her pantomimicaly as he introduces himself --                
          
                                  MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                         Uh, hi. I'm, uh, Michael. Mi-                           
                         chael. My name.                                         
          
                                      SUN                                        
                                (gesturing to herself)                           
                         Sun.                                                    
          
          
          
          
                
          
           LOST   "Walkabout"        (YELLOW)         8/2/04        19A.
          
          
          
                              MICHAEL                                       
                    "Sun." Sun... That's-- that's                           
                    nice. Uh, listen, Sun... I'm...                         
                    I... am going off... off... away...
                    to hunt... And I was wondering...
                    if you... you could keep an eye on
                    my boy... Walt... Y'know... Watch
                    him for me... Until I get back...
          
          Sun looks somewhat apprehensive at first, then, after a
          moment's thought, she nods and speaks in Korean:
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
                                   SUN
                         I will gladly look after your son.
                                   MICHAEL
                         Sorry... I don't understand
                         Japanese, but -- You're cool with                       
                         this, right?
          
                                   SUN
                             (smiling shyly)
                         Yes. And I'm Korean.
          
                                   WALT
                         I don't need a baby-sitter...
          
                                   MICHAEL
                         C'mon, man. Vincent needs you                           
                         here, okay?                                             
          
               As Walt sulks, Michael adds:
          
                                   MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                         And cheer up. This'll give me a
                         chance to get to know your friend
                         Mr. Locke a little better.
          
               With that, he heads off to join Kate and Locke, as they move
               off into the jungle.
          
                                   SUN
                         Try not to worry about your father.
                         He will be all right.
                                   WALT                                          
                         Yeah, whatever.
          
          54                                                               54
               EXT. BEACH - MAKESHIFT INFIRMARY AREA - MEANWHILE
          
               ON CHARLIE as he sits down in a quiet secluded spot, looks
               around to see the coast is clear, then takes out his bag of
               dope. Clearly about to take a hit, then...
          
               REVERSE ANGLE - BEHIND HIM as a pair of shapely legs come
               into frame. Feeling someone's presence, Charlie turns his
               head and peers up at
          
               SHANNON, the sun backlighting her, haloing her head.
          
                                      SHANNON
                         Hi.
          
                                      CHARLIE
                         Uh, hello.     Shannon, right?                          
          
                
          
          
          
          
                              SHANNON
                    Yeah.                                                     
                        (her best smile)                                      
                    You doing anything right now?                             
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Oh, um...
                        (shoving the bag into his
                         pocket)
                    N-no, not really. At the, uh...                           
          
          He gets to his feet.
          
                              CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                    What are you doing now?
          
                              SHANNON
                    I was just gonna take a walk.
                    Wanna come?
          
                                  CHARLIE
                    Er.   Yeah.     Sure.
          
          They head off down the beach.     Charlie glowing from the
          attention. After a beat...
          
                              SHANNON
                    Can I ask you something?
          
                              CHARLIE
                        (grinning)
                    I was wondering when you were gonna
                    get `round to it. Yes. I'm the
                    bass player from Drive Sha--
          
                              SHANNON
                    Do you know anything about fishing?
          
                                  CHARLIE
                    What--?
          
          Charlie halts, caught off-guard. Then, off her expectant
          look, he clearly lies, sputtering out:
          
                              CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                    Fishing? Oh, yeah... My granddad
                    used to take me, taught me                                
                    everything he knows... knew -- He's                       
                    dead god rest his soul -- Anyway,                         
                    I'm, like, a... fishing fiend.                            
                        (beat; confidently)                                   
                    England's an island after all,                            
                    in'it?                                                    
          
            
          
          
          
          
               OFF SHANNON's pleased look...
          
               EXT. BEACH - BY THE FUSELAGE - MEANWHILE
          55                                                                55
          
               ANGLE ON A WHEELCHAIR laden with wood, being pulled by a           
               CASTAWAY and delivered to --                                       
          
               JACK, a bandana across his mouth and nose, feeding wood and
               dried brush into the fuselage. As the Castaway moves off,          
               leaving the wheelchair, Boone approaches.                          
          
                                    BOONE
                         Doc?   Got a sec?                                        
          
                                   JACK
                         Just call me Jack...    What's up?
          
               Boone points down the beach.    Jack looks.
          
               HIS POV - Rose, still sitting out there.
          
                                   BOONE
                         Woman's been sitting by herself. I                       
                         don't think she's had any food or                        
                         water. Guess she's having trouble                        
                         dealing... Y'know, about her                             
                         husband. Think maybe you could go                        
                         and talk to her or something?                            
          
                                   JACK
                         Why me? I'm not a psychiatrist.                          
                         Maybe you should...                                      
          
                                    BOONE
                         I just figured you might want to                         
                         `cause, well...                                          
                             (beat)                                               
                         You're the one who saved her life.                       
          
               As Jack looks off in Rose's direction, considering...              
          
          56                                                                56
               EXT. JUNGLE - AFTERNOON
          
               CLOSE ON a tree trunk, the bark rubbed off. A hand reaches
               into frame, feeling the scarred grooves in the trunk.
          
               WIDEN to find Locke, in expert tracker mode, squatting next
               to the tree. He reaches down, brings up some loose soil.
               Kate and Michael in the background. Kate steps toward Locke.
          
                                   KATE
                         Find something?
          
          
               
          
          
          
          
          He gives her a cursory glance, then tosses the dirt, stands.      
          
                              LOCKE
                    Ground here's been rooted up.
                    That's how boars get the majority
                    of their food. Digging.
                    Afterwards, they generally wallow
                    in the dirt, rub up against trees --
                        (pointing out tree scars)
                    --Scoring them with their tusks.
          
                               MICHAEL
                    O-kay.   So what's all that mean?                       
          
                              LOCKE
                    Means we're close.
          
          He starts to move off, as Kate falls into step with him.          
          
                              KATE
                    Mr. Locke, how is it you--
                        (smiles; then)                                      
                    Sorry... You have a first name?                         
          
                                 LOCKE                                      
                    It's John.                                              
          
                              KATE
                    John Locke. Like the philosopher.                       
          
          Locke eyes her, appreciatively.   That grin --                    
          
                              LOCKE
                    Like the philosopher.                                   
          
                              KATE
                        (searching her memory)
                    "Good and evil, reward and
                    punishment, are the only motives to
                    a rational creature..."
          
          She sees Locke and Michael just looking at her, suddenly          
          becomes self-conscious.
          
                              KATE (CONT'D)
                    Minored in college.
          
                              MICHAEL
                    Great. And I got an art degree.
                        (looking around, ironic)
                    Who says higher education doesn't
                    prepare you for the real world?
          
          
           
          
          
          
          
                                   KATE
                         And where'd you learn all this                            
                         stuff, John? Tracking, hunting...                         
          
               Locke continues to look at her before answering...
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Well, let's just say I've had time
                         to minor in a few things myself.
          
               LOCKE continues on, moving past frame as we stay with Kate          
               and Michael. They follow several steps behind.
          
                                   MICHAEL
                             (sardonic, re: Locke)
                         Huh. International Man of Mystery.
          
               As they pass frame...
          
               EXT. BEACH - FAR END - DAY
          57                                                                 57
          
               ON ROSE, still sitting stoically, staring out as an airline
               blanket is suddenly draped over her shoulders. She doesn't
               respond or look up as Jack sits down next to her. He holds
               out a half empty bottle of water:
          
                                   JACK
                         Hi. Rose, right?       Remember me?
                         Seat 23A?
          
               Getting no response from her, he adds, wryly:
          
                                   JACK (CONT'D)
                         I'm the guy that told you not to
                         worry about the turbulence.
          
               Rose doesn't even look at him.
          
                                   JACK (CONT'D)
                         Everybody's getting kinda worried
                         about you. If you want to be                              
                         alone, that's fine, but you need to
                         take care of yourself. You really
                         should drink.
                             (no response, he sighs)
                         Okay... We don't have to talk.
                         Let's just sit. For a while.
          
               And they do.   In silence.
          
          58                                                                 58
               EXT. JUNGLE - AFTERNOON
          
               ON KATE and MICHAEL - MOVING -- She glances at him, then...         
          
                  
          
          
          
          
                                 KATE
                       Your son -- How's he handling all
                       this?
          
                                 MICHAEL
                       Hell of a lot better than I am.
          
                                 KATE
                       You must be proud.   He's a brave                      
                       kid.                                                   
          
                                 MICHAEL                                      
                       Yeah. Can't take credit for that --                    
                       I wasn't part of his life, `til his
                       mother passed away. Two weeks ago.
          
                                 KATE
                       Oh, I'm sorry -- I didn't--
          
                                 MICHAEL
                       That's okay. They were living in
                       Sydney the past couple of years. I                     
                       flew out last week. To, y'know...                      
                       get him.                                               
                           (beat, he looks at her)
                       What were you doing in Australia?
          
                               Thankfully --                                  
          ON KATE.    Uh oh.
          
                                   LOCKE (O.S.)
                       Shhhhh...
          
          They halt and look to find themselves in a FIELD OF TALL            
          GRASS. Kate and Michael FREEZE as Locke signals -- "It's            
          right there." And sure enough, we see --                            
          
          FLASHES of dark fur as what must be a BOAR moves through the        
          tall grass. GRUNTS. SNORTS. And shit -- it's CLOSE.                 
          
          LOCKE turns toward Michael and Kate and tries to signal them,       
          silently, to flank the boar...                                      
          
          KATE starts to move up, close to Locke, but MICHAEL, eager to
          challenge Locke's authority, is resistant to comply.
          
                                 MICHAEL
                           (whispering)
                       Quit giving us the steal sign.
                       Damn pig doesn't even know we're--
          
          A LOUD SNORT as --                                                  
          
          
          
             
          
          
          
          
               SOMETHING EXPLODES FROM THE TALL GRASS.   IT'S BIG.    FLASH OF
               FUR AND TUSK AS IT CHARGES
          
               Locke grabs onto Kate, pulling her out of the way of the
               charging BOAR. The animal sideswipes LOCKE hard, sending him       
               spinning to the ground... And continues to charge at               
          
               MICHAEL -- IT HITS HIM HARD IN THE LEG AND HE GRUNTS IN PAIN       
               as he goes down --                                                 
          
               Kate picks herself up a few feet away -- the GRUNTING AND          
               SNORTING still all around them -- and makes her way to help        
               Michael.                                                           
          
               CLOSE ON LOCKE, down on the ground, dazed -- we're in his          
               head space again (dream-like, SLO-MO), much like we saw him
               in the teaser. He props himself up and sees
          
               HIS POV - Kate reaches Michael, obviously HURT.   As we
               continue to hear the angry SNARLS of the boar.
          
               BACK TO LOCKE as he turns his attention to...
          
               HIS FEET. Just like in the teaser. He hasn't lost a shoe,
               but he doesn't appear to be wiggling his toes, either.
          
               CLOSE ON LOCKE, continuing to stare at his legs, the sounds
               around him fading, as we hear:
          
                                      WARREN (PRE-LAP)
                         Move...
          
               INT. OFFICE - BREAKROOM - AFTERNOON - FLASHBACK
          59                                                                59
          
               CLOSE ON WARREN, forty-ish, short-sleeve shirt and tie.
          
                                   WARREN
                         You've got to move, Colonel... Your
                         troops are across enemy lines. And
                         time's running out.
          
               REVERSE ON LOCKE, sitting across from him, unperturbed.
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Patience -- a quality you lack, GL-
                         12 -- is the hallmark of a leader.
          
          
          
          
                
          
          
          
          
                                 RANDY (O.S.)
                    Really...?                                             
          
          CUT OUT to reveal they're seated at a table in a small office
          BREAKROOM -- VENDING MACHINES line one wall. On the table is     
          a GAME BOARD - A flat map of the world, with color-              
          differentiated army figures grouped in different areas.          
          
          Locke's boss RANDY stands over them, holding a clipboard --      
          
                              RANDY (CONT'D)
                    Hallmark, huh? Tell me more about                      
                    being a leader, Locke.                                 
          
          Locke looks at him with muted annoyance, then takes a large      
          bite from his sandwich as Randy pulls up a chair and sits --     
          
                              RANDY (CONT'D)                               
                    And while you're at it, explain the                    
                    deal with this "Colonel" thing?                        
                    Perused your file in Human                             
                    Resources... You've never been in                      
                    any armed forces.                                      
          
                              WARREN                                       
                    Uh, hey, John... Ya wanna move? I                      
                    gotta get back to the mailroom--                       
          
                              RANDY                                        
                    Shut up, Goldberg.                                     
                        (back on Locke)                                    
                    So where'd you serve, Colonel?                         
          
          Locke doesn't like this guy, but has to take it --               
          
                              LOCKE                                        
                    I'm just playing a game, Randy.                        
                    This is my lunch hour and I can...                     
          
                              RANDY
                    What's a "Walkabout?"                                  
          
          Locke STIFFENS as Randy produces a COLOR BROCHURE from his       
          clipboard and reads:                                             
          
                              RANDY (CONT'D)
                    "Experience the dream journeys of                      
                    the Aborigines as you tour the                         
                    fabled Australian outback...                           
          
          Locke reaches over, SNATCHES the brochure from Randy's hands.    
          
          
          
           
          
          
          
          
                      LOCKE                              RANDY
          You've no right taking that                                            
          off my--                         -- So you wander around,              
                                           hunting and gathering food,           
                                           right? On foot?                       
          
                               LOCKE
                    Not that you'd understand... but a                       
                    Walkabout is a journey of spiritual                      
                    renewal... where one derives                             
                    strength from the land... Becomes                        
                    inseparable from it.                                     
                        (then)                                               
                    I have vacation days, Randy. I'm                         
                    going. Already made a reservation.                       
          
          Warren is SURPRISED by this --                                     
          
                              WARREN                                         
                    Wow, John, you're really doing it,                       
                    huh? You tell Helen yet?                                 
          
          Locke shoots a glance at Warren as --                              
          
                              RANDY                                          
                    Helen? What's this? Locke, you                           
                    actually got a woman in your life?                       
          
                              LOCKE                                          
                    That's none of your business.                            
          
                              RANDY                                          
                    What is it with you, Locke? Why do                       
                    you torture yourself, imagining
                    you're some globe-trotting spy or                        
                    hunter... Collecting your
                    brochures for wilderness trips,
                    rafting down the Amazon... and                           
                    Walkabouts? Wake up -- You can't                         
                    do any of that!
          
                       LOCKE                             RANDY                   
             (softly; to himself)                                                
          Norman Croucher.                                                       
                                           -- Norman who?                        
          
                              LOCKE
                    Norman Croucher. He's a double                           
                    amputee. No legs. And he climbed                         
                    to the top of Mount Everest. Why?                        
                                                                             
                    It was his destiny.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
               Randy knocks over a few of the army pieces, KNOWING he's
               ruining the game and Locke is powerless to stop him...
          
                                   RANDY
                         That what you think, old man?    You                      
                         have a destiny?                                           
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Everyone has a destiny, Randy.
                         Mine just hasn't been revealed to
                         me yet. While yours is to grow
                         soft and fat, working in this
                         office, pushing your papers and
                         reports... Always clamoring for
                         promotions that'll never come.
          
               This stings.   Randy leans into him, pissed.
          
                                   RANDY
                         Watch yourself, Locke. Unless you
                         wanna find yourself out of a job.
          
               And with that, Randy pushes away from the table.    As he huffs
               out, he shakes his head, SCOFFS --
          
                                      RANDY (CONT'D)
                         Destiny.
          
               CLOSE ON LOCKE, relenting, his eyes drift down. Subordinated
               by this fucking WANKER. Softly. Almost PITIFULLY --
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Just... Don't tell me what I can't
                         do.
          
          60                                                                 60
               EXT. JUNGLE - AFTERNOON
          
               ON LOCKE, still frozen on the ground.   Just looking at his
               legs. Lost in his own head while --
          
               FIFTEEN FEET AWAY, Kate is with Michael.   As she bends down
               to look at his injury...
          
                                   MICHAEL
                         How bad is it?
          
               CLOSE ON MICHAEL'S LEG WOUND - a deep GASH across his thigh.
               Kate sucks in a breath, as freaked as we are.
          
                                   KATE
                         Uh -- it's... bad.
          
          
          
                
          
          
          
          
          Kate stands, looking around through the grass -- Finally
          spots LOCKE on the ground. Moves towards him, concerned --
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
                                 KATE (CONT'D)                                  
                       John...?
                           (moving to him)
                       You all right?
          
                                 LOCKE
                           (waving her off)
                       Fine. I'm fine, Helen.
          
          He starts to move his legs and slowly rises to his feet.
          
                  LOCKE (CONT'D)                             KATE
          Just-- Just got the wind            -- Helen...?
          knocked out of me -- What?
                                              -- You called me Helen.
          
          Locke glances at her, distracted.
          
                                 LOCKE (CONT'D)
                       Did I?                                                   
                           (changing subject)
                       Which way did the boar go?
          
                                 KATE                                           
                                         We've got to get                       
                       Michael's hurt.
                       him back to...                                           
          
                                 LOCKE
                       Yeah, of course. You take him back                       
                       to camp. I'll get the boar.
          
                                 KATE
                       What -- What are you talking about?
          
                                   LOCKE
                       I'm fine.    I can do it.                                
          
          Before she can make a move to stop him, he takes off into the
          brush. Kate follows a few steps, calling after him...
          
                                 KATE
                       John -- You can't!   LOCKE!!!
          
          She stops.    He's gone.    She shares a look with Michael.           
          
          ON LOCKE, moving through the jungle, a man possessed...               
          
                                 LOCKE
                           (under his breath)
                       Don't tell me what I can't do...
          
          
                                   END OF ACT TWO
          
             
          
                 LOST   "Walkabout"             (PINK)          7/22/04   31.
          
          
                                         ACT THREE
          
          61   EXT. BEACH - REEF INLET - LATE AFTERNOON                     61
          
               CLOSE ON THE REEF BED - we see a fish, swimming among the
               coral. It's lovely, tranquil, then --
          
               A POINTED STICK clumsily stabs into the water, once, twice...
          
               WIDEN to find Hurley and Charlie standing on the reef, their
               pants rolled up to their knees. It's Hurley stabbing the
               water with the spear as Charlie watches.
          
                                      CHARLIE
                         Ya get it?
          
                                   HURLEY
                         Dude -- Quit asking me that.     No!
          
                                    CHARLIE
                         Sorry.
                             (then)
                         You said you knew how to catch
                         fish.
          
                                   HURLEY
                         Yeah. -- Off the Santa Monica Pier
                         with my old man and a fishing pole
                         and bait. Never had to poke one
                         with a sharp stick before.
          
                                    CHARLIE
                         Well, anyway... Really appreciate
                         your help.
          
                                   HURLEY
                         Hey, anything that keeps me far
                         away from that fuselage...
                             (stabs at the water again)
                         And that freakin' redneck jerk.
          
               And again, he stabs at the water. Then, frustrated, he
               starts beating the water with the stick.
          
                                   HURLEY (CONT'D)
                         Ah, dammit -- crap -- Son of a --                        
          
                                   CHARLIE
                         Er -- Maybe I can give it a go.
          
               Hurley stops pounding, hands him the stick.
          
                                   HURLEY
                         Knock yourself out.
          
                
          
          
          
          
                Charlie readies himself, scans the water, his spear poised.
          
                                    HURLEY (CONT'D)
                              (spotting a fish)
                          Okay, here comes one. Remember to
                          put your weight into it... He's
                          heading your way... Easy... Wait
                          for it... Wait... NOW!
          
                Charlie stabs hard, slips on the slick reef and falls
                headfirst into the water. He flails a moment before
                awkwardly righting himself in the shallow inlet.
          
                       HURLEY (CONT'D)                     CHARLIE
                Aw, dude -- You were supposed   You told me to put my weight
                to try to pin it against--      into it--
          
                Suddenly, in the midst of their bickering, they pause,
                feeling a presence, and look back at the beach to see
          
                JIN -- just standing and staring at them.
          
                Charlie, still standing in the water, and Hurley share an
                embarrassed look. After this awkward beat --
          
                Jin crosses out onto the reef, squats and stares down into
                the water.
          
                                    HURLEY (CONT'D)
                          Uh, hey, careful, man. You're
                          gonna scare away all the --
          
                SPLASH! Jin's hand juts into the water and he comes up with
                a good sized fish. He turns, hands it to Charlie, nods and
                crosses away.
          
                OVER HURLEY and CHARLIE as they look at each other, then turn
                and watch Jin leaving.
          
          A62                                                               A62    
                EXT. BEACH - BY THE FUSELAGE - MEANWHILE
          
                CLOSE ON HANDS, bending and breaking off metal trimming from
                wreckage.
          
                WIDEN to see it's SAYID. MOVE WITH HIM as he gathers his new
                metal pieces and crosses by the Fuselage, people still
                filling it with brush, then... CLAIRE, sorting through a
                growing pile of wallets, passports, fanny-packs, etc. She
                notices him.
          
                                    CLAIRE
                          Um... Is your name Sayid?
          
          
               
          
          
          
          
                                      SAYID
                         Yes.
          
               She holds up a singed envelope.
          
                                   CLAIRE
                         This has your name on it.
          
               ON SAYID, almost disbelieving, as he takes it from her...
          
                                   SAYID
                         I... I thought I'd lost this.
          
               Claire smiles and goes back to her sorting.
          
               CLOSE ON SAYID as he pulls out a batch of photographs.
          
               HIS POV - They're almost exclusively photos of a WOMAN --
               some are taken of her from behind, in others her face is             
               OBSCURED BY A VEIL.                                                  
          
               SAYID, clearly elated to have these back.      He continues on...
          
               EXT. BEACH - FAR END - MEANWHILE
          62                                                                  62
          
               ON JACK and ROSE, still sitting. Rose looking intently at
               the ring in her hand. After a beat, he looks at her.
          
                                    JACK
                         You a religious woman, Rose?
                             (no answer)
                         I didn't get much religion growing
                         up. Just wasn't an issue in my
                         family.
                             (beat)
                         Kinda wishing it had been, y'know.
                         After you've been in a plane
                         crash... Helps to believe in...
                         Something.
          
               After a long beat...                                                 
          
                                   ROSE
                         His fingers swell.
          
               Jack sits up.    Surprised she's finally said something...           
          
                                      JACK                                          
                         Sorry?                                                     
          
                                   ROSE
                         Bernard. My husband. His hands
                         swell up when we fly...
          
                   
          
            LOST   "Walkabout"              (GREEN)        8/2/04       34.
          
          
          
                              JACK
                        (nodding)
                    The altitude --
          
                              ROSE
                    He started having me hold onto his
                    wedding ring whenever we took a
                    plane trip. Always wore it around
                    my neck for safe keeping. Just
                    until we landed, you see...
          
          Jack nods, sympathetically.      Rose finally looks at him.
          
                              ROSE (CONT'D)
                    Y'know, Doctor, you don't need to                          
                    keep your promise.
          
                                 JACK
                    Promise?
          
                              ROSE
                    The one you made to me on the
                    plane. To keep me company until my
                    husband got back from the restroom.
                        (she smiles)
                    I'm letting you off the hook.
          
                              JACK
                    Sorry. You're not getting rid of
                    me that easily.                                            
          
          Rose goes back to staring at the ocean.
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    Rose... You shouldn't be out here
                    alone. You're suffering from a
                    post-traumatic shock...
          
                              ROSE
                    Aren't we all?
          
          Jack sees the humor in that and laughs.
          
                               JACK
                    Yeah.   I guess we are.
          
          The two share the chuckle as she looks at him again --
          
                              ROSE
                    You've got a nice way about you. A                         
                    good soul. Patient. Caring... I
                    suppose that's why you became a
                    doctor.
          
              
          
                 LOST     "Walkabout"       (GOLDENROD)        8/4/04   35.
          
          
          
                                    JACK
                             (smile fading)
                         Thanks, but I was just kind of born
                         into it...
                             (pensively)
                         Family business.
          
               Before she can say anything further, he jumps in with:
          
                                   JACK (CONT'D)
                         Do you have a family, Rose?   Kids, I
                         mean... You and Bernard?
          
                                    ROSE
                         Mm-hm.   Three. All boys.
          
                                   JACK
                         Three. That's great. And I'm sure
                         it's important for you to get back
                         to them. They need their mom.
          
                                   ROSE
                         I appreciate the thought, Doctor.
                         But my boys are all grown. Kids
                         get to a certain age, you need them
                         more than they need you.
          
               Something about that seems to hit home with Jack.   Almost to
               himself:
          
                                   JACK
                         I don't know about that.
          
          63                                                              63    
               OMITTED
          
          
          
          
              
          
          
          
          
          64   INT. JUNGLE - VALLEY - MEANWHILE                              64
          
               ON LOCKE, reaching the bottom, then moving with purpose,
               tracking the boar...
          
                                   LOCKE (PRE-LAP)
                         I've never felt so alive...
          
               INT. LOCKE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
          65                                                                 65
          
               We HEAR Locke's voice speaking to someone as we
          
               PAN ACROSS a moderately low-rent apartment, littered with
               books; travel magazines and, inexplicably, some kind of
               Electronic Muscle Stimulator (EMS) Unit with several wires
               emanating from it. A HAND adjusts the controls on it.
          
                                   LOCKE (INTO PHONE)
                         Getting to finally tell Randy off --                      
                         It was... life-changing.                                  
          
               Continuing the PAN, we find the hand belongs to
               LOCKE sitting on his Murphy bed, talking on the phone.      The
               wires from the EMS dip just below frame.
          
                                   LOCKE (INTO PHONE) (CONT'D)
                         I mean it -- Now I'm free to do all                       
                         the things I've ever wanted to do.
                         Things I know I was destined to do.
                         Like we talked about, Helen...
          
               We hear the filtered voice of a woman on the line.
          
                                   HELEN (V.O.)
                         It's... wonderful, John.   I'm happy
                         for you. Really.
          
                                   LOCKE (INTO PHONE)
                         I haven't even told you the best                          
                         part. Remember that Authentic
                         Aboriginal Walkabout --
          
                                    HELEN (V.O.)
                         Sure. It's all you've talked about
                         for weeks.
          
                                   LOCKE (INTO PHONE)
                         Yeah, well... I'm really going to
                         do it. I'm flying to Australia at
                         the end of the week.
                             (shifting nervously)
                         I bought... two tickets.
          
          
              
          
          
          
          
          He waits, but there's just silence on the other line.
          
           LOCKE (INTO PHONE) (CONT'D)               HELEN (V.O.)
          Helen...?                         -- John, we talked about
          -- I know, but--                  this. I like you. And I've
                                            enjoyed talking with you
          -- So have I --                   these past few months --
          
                              LOCKE (INTO PHONE) (CONT'D)
                    -- Eight months.
          
                              HELEN (V.O.)
                    I'm not allowed to meet customers.
          
                                 LOCKE (INTO PHONE)
                    Customer?     Is that what I am to--
          
                               HELEN (V.O.)
                    This isn't really normal... I mean,
                    it isn't what I do. Maybe you
                    should find a... I dunno...
                    therapist.
          
                              LOCKE (INTO PHONE)
                        (starting to fume)
                    I have a therapist.
          
                                 HELEN (V.O.)
                    John--
          
                              LOCKE (INTO PHONE)
                    I thought you understood, Helen.
                    You know me better than anyone.
          
                              HELEN (V.O.)
                    John, if we talk any longer I'm
                    gonna have to charge you for
                    another hour. That's another
                    $89.95. You can't afford that any--
          
                              LOCKE (INTO PHONE)
                    I don't care about money! I just--
          
                              HELEN (V.O.)
                    I'm sorry, John. I gotta go.
          
          There is a click as she hangs up.
          
                                 LOCKE (INTO PHONE)
                    Helen?!     HELEN!!
          
          PUSH IN ON LOCKE, abandoned, furious -- He SLAMS down the
          phone. And again. And again. The last time SLAMS us to:
          
           
          
                 LOST    "Walkabout"      (YELLOW)        8/2/04     38.
          
          
          
          66   OMITTED                                                  66    
          
          
          
          
             
          
                 LOST   "Walkabout"             (GREEN)      8/2/04      39.
          
          
          
          67   EXT. JUNGLE - LATE AFTERNOON                                  67
          
               ON KATE and MICHAEL as they reach a small clearing.    Kate
               suddenly stops, looking up at a nearby tree.
          
                                   KATE
                         Wait a minute...
          
                                   MICHAEL
                         That the guy with the gimpy leg
                         should be deciding when we rest.
          
               She drops her bag and takes off her over-shirt.
          
                                   MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                         What're you doing?
          
                                   KATE
                         Trying to boost the transceiver
                         signal. I'm gonna climb this tree
                         and attach an antenna.
          
               Michael looks up at...
          
               HIS POV - A very tall tree.
          
                                   MICHAEL
                         You're gonna climb that?
          
                                   KATE
                         Climbed a lot worse.
          
               She throws the bag over her shoulder, gets a grip on the tree
               and starts up. We follow her all the way up, using whatever         
               outcroppings from the trunk that she can for her footing.
          
               As she reaches the top, she takes the antenna out of the bag
               and attempts to attach it with a bungee cord when she hears:        
               THAT UNGODLY SOUND and ghostly moan.                                
          
               ON MICHAEL, hearing it, too.                                        
          
                                      MICHAEL                                      
                         Aw, hell.                                                 
          
               BACK TO KATE as she sees: TREES, bending violently --               
               Something very large making its way across frame.                   
          
          
          
          
                
          
                 LOST   "Walkabout"            (GREEN)       8/2/04     40.
          
          
          
               PUSH IN ON KATE as she realizes - IT'S BACK. The HUGE,
               RAVENOUS THING... She suddenly loses her grip on the               
               antenna...
          
               GROUND LEVEL - As the antenna hits, it smashes to pieces,
               right before Michael.                                              
          
                                      MICHAEL (CONT'D)                            
                         Hey!!                                                    
          
               ON KATE, reaching the ground.                                      
          
                                   MICHAEL (CONT'D)                               
                         You hear that?                                           
          
                                   KATE                                           
                         It's on the move.                                        
          
                                   MICHAEL                                        
                         What -- Toward us?                                       
          
                                   KATE                                           
                         No. It's going that way.                                 
                         Toward...                                                
          
               She hesitates, realizing something.                                
          
                                   MICHAEL                                        
                         What's wrong?                                            
          
               She looks at him.                                                  
          
                                   KATE                                           
                         I think it's heading for Locke.                          
          
          68                                                                68    
               EXT. JUNGLE - VALLEY - MEANWHILE
          
               TRACKING CLOSE ON LOCKE, as he catches sight of
          
               THE BOAR - or rather a MASS OF BROWN FUR quickly disappearing      
               into a patch of dense brush.                                       
          
               LOCKE moves in, slowly, producing and bringing up the large
               hunting knife in his hand. Then he suddenly halts as he            
               hears, from the brush:                                             
          
               THE BOAR SHRIEKING IN AGONY, its cries suddenly swallowed up       
               by the INHUMAN GRINDING NOISE of our jungle monster.               
          
               ON LOCKE - as it gets quiet again. His mind reels with             
               options before he becomes aware of something moving toward         
               him. He braces himself and slowly looks up as                      
          
          
                
          
           LOST   "Walkabout"          (GREEN)         8/2/04    40A.
          
          
          
          THING POV - High up, coming through the trees, finding Locke
          staring up at it. We hear that undefinable NOISE...
          
          ON LOCKE, as a large shadow falls over him. He stands his
          ground, frozen with... Awe? As he looks into the face of the
          behemoth...
          
                                                       CUT TO BLACK:
          
          
                                END OF ACT THREE
          
          
          
          
          
          
                 LOST   "Walkabout"            (YELLOW)       8/2/04      41.
          
          
                                         ACT FOUR
          
          69   EXT. BEACH - DUSK                                               69
          
               ON CLAIRE - sitting on a blanket, organizing the various
               licenses, passports, pictures, and other documents when
          
               Five other wallets are suddenly tossed onto the pile.     She
               looks up at --
          
                                   SAWYER
                         These were, uh... Found these the
                         other day. When I was...
                             (screw the explanation)
                         Ah, hell. Just take `em.
          
                                      CLAIRE
                         Thanks.
          
                                   SAWYER
                             (moving off)
                         Yeah.
          
               He crosses past                                                       
          
               SUN as she extracts a vicious fluid from the roots of a plant         
               into a plastic bowl.                                                  
          
               Walt sits nearby with Vincent, watching her.   Curious,               
               despite himself.                                                      
          
                                   WALT                                              
                         What... What is that?                                       
                             (pointing at the fluid)                                 
                         That!                                                       
          
               Sun smiles at him, then rubs some of the fluid across her             
               bared teeth.                                                          
          
                                  WALT (CONT'D)                                      
                         Ohh. I get it. Like toothpaste,                             
                         right?                                                      
          
               Sun nods. Then, teaching him the word in Korean, she sounds           
               it out slowly.                                                        
          
                                   SUN                                               
                         Toothpaste.                                                 
          
                                   WALT                                              
                             (repeating, in Korean)                                  
                         Toothpaste.                                                 
          
          
          
                
          
           LOST   "Walkabout"             (YELLOW)         8/2/04    41A.
          
          
          
                                 SUN                                          
                    Smart boy.                                                
          
          As she gives Walt a wink, they suddenly hear somebody shout         
          "They're back!," and see some of the CASTAWAYS rushing toward       
          
          KATE and MICHAEL emerging from the jungle; Michael leaning on
          her.
          
          ANGLE ON WALT, seeing his father.                                   
          
                                 WALT
                    Dad!
          
          He runs to him.   She watches him go.
          
          ON KATE, handing Michael over to Hurley.
          
                              KATE
                    Watch his leg.
          
                              HURLEY
                        (unsure about asking)
                    So, like, what happened out there?
          
          Before she can answer, Walt arrives to greet Michael --
          
                                 WALT
                    Dad!
                        (eyeing the blood)
                    Your leg's all messed up.        Does it
                    hurt?
          
          
          
          
              
          
          
          
          
               ON MICHAEL - Pleased with his son's attention and concern, he        
               looks past Walt and shares a look with SUN who watches,
               smiling gently. He thanks her with a nod.
          
                                   MICHAEL
                         S'okay, man. Not as bad as it                              
                         looks.
          
               Kate turns to cross away, only to find Sawyer's there to
               greet her, with his usual smirk.
          
                                   SAWYER
                         The mighty huntress returns. --
                         What's for dinner, honey?
          
                                      KATE
                         Not now.
          
               She crosses off.   He watches her go, a little chagrined.            
          
               ON MICHAEL and WALT.
          
                                    WALT
                         Wow...   So, like a boar fight --
          
                                   MICHAEL
                         Wasn't so much a fight. Pretty
                         much just me getting gored.                                
          
               Walt suddenly thinks of something and looks around:
          
                                   WALT
                         Um... Where's Mr. Locke?
          
               Off Michael, unsure how to break the news...
          
          70                                                                  70
               EXT. BEACH - FAR END - MEANWHILE
          
               ON JACK and ROSE still sitting there in the sand, staring
               out...
          
               THEIR POV - The sun dipping down past the horizon.
          
               ON JACK, speaking without looking at her.
          
                                   JACK
                         Rose... After the sun goes down...
                         We're burning the fuselage...
          
               She looks at him and turns to her.
          
          
          
          
                   
          
          
          
          
                              JACK (CONT'D)
                    It's... It's just something we have
                    to do. There's gonna be a memorial                       
                    service back at the camp. For
                    those who... who didn't make it. A
                    way for everyone to say good-bye.
          
          After a moment...
          
                              ROSE
                    I'd like to be there for that.
          
          Jack's eyes widen.    She's READY.                                 
          
                                JACK
                    Okay.
          
          He gets up and helps Rose to her feet.
          
                               JACK (CONT'D)
                    Maybe... if you'd like to say
                    something... Y'know, about your
                    husband... To say goodbye to him,
                    I'm sure--
          
                              ROSE
                        (squinting at him)
                    What?
          
                              JACK
                    I'm just saying... If you want to
                    say goodbye to Bernard--
          
          She smiles almost pityingly at Jack.
          
                              ROSE
                    Doctor -- My husband's not dead.
          
          TRACK BACK with her as she turns and starts walking toward
          camp, leaving a stunned Jack behind. Then he follows her...
          
                              JACK
                    He was in the tail section, Rose.                        
                    It broke off in mid-flight. I'm                          
                    sorry, but... Everyone in the rear
                    of the plane's gone.
          
                              ROSE                                           
                    They're probably thinking the same
                    thing about us.
          
          ON JACK, chewing on that, when he suddenly glances at
          something and freezes...
          
             
          
          
          
          
               HIS POV - an OLDER MAN standing on the edge of the jungle,
               near a cluster of trees, a good distance away. To us, he
               could easily appear to be one of the CASTAWAYS. To Jack,
               there's something else. He can't make out the man's face,
               but he wears an impeccably clean, dark blue suit... And WHITE
               TENNIS SHOES.
          
               JACK reacts, startled, but before he can say or do anything,
               he's distracted by:
          
                                      ROSE (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                         Doctor...?
          
               Jack looks at her.
          
                                   ROSE (CONT'D)
                         Are you coming?
          
               ...Then back to the Older Man.    WHO'S NOW GONE.    Did he cross
               behind the trees?
          
               OFF JACK, unnerved...
          
               EXT. BEACH - MEANWHILE
          71                                                                   71
          
               BOONE emerges from a gathering of some agitated people,
               verging on panic. He approaches Shannon...
          
                                   BOONE
                         Looks like the hunt didn't go well.
                         That bald guy never came back--                             
          
                          SHANNON                             BOONE                      
               Wait -- So they didn't bring                                              
               back any food at all?             -- Did you hear what I said?!           
                                                 Somebody may have died out              
                                                 there--                                 
          
                                   SHANNON
                         We're all gonna be dead if somebody                         
                         doesn't--
          
                                   CHARLIE (O.S.)
                         Here we are, luv...
          
               She turns to see Charlie, holding the fish Jin caught for
               him.
          
                                   CHARLIE (CONT'D)
                         As promised, you and me'll be
                         dining on fresh catch of the day.
                         Hope you don't mind alfresco.
          
          
                
          
          
          
          
                              SHANNON
                        (pleased)
                    My fish!
          
          She grabs it from him. Then, disgusted, hands it off to
          Boone, as Charlie waxes on...
          
                              CHARLIE
                    Yeah. Nothin' to it, was there?
                    Like I said... I'm a fishing fiend.
                    This one gave me a hell of a
                    tussle. But I stuck with it...
                    Y'know, tired him out--
          
                              BOONE
                        (glaring at Shannon)
                    I don't believe you --                                    
          
                              SHANNON
                    Awww, what's the matter? Can't                            
                    stand me fending for myself?
          
                              BOONE
                        (to Charlie)
                    Listen, hey, I'm sorry about this--
          
                              CHARLIE
                        (uncomfortable)
                    Uh, no worries, mate.    We were--   I
                    mean, I was just--
          
                      SHANNON                            BOONE                    
             (to Boone)                                                           
          What are you apologizing to       -- For you -- Using this poor         
          him for?                          guy, just like you use                
          -- Oh, whatever.                  everybody else --                     
          
                              BOONE
                    And, somehow, in your twisted
                    little brain, you think this proves
                    to me you can take care of
                    yourself.
          
          Shannon tosses a look at Charlie then back to Boone.
          
                              SHANNON
                        (with a smirk)
                    Told you I could catch a fish,                            
                    didn't I?
          
          Pow! ON CHARLIE, humiliated, realizing he's been played, as
          we hear them continue to argue.
          
          
          
          
          
          
                                   BOONE (O.S.)
                         That's low, Shannon. Even for you.                         
          
                                   SHANNON (O.S.)
                         Oh, go find a baby bird you can
                         rescue or something...
          
          72   EXT. BEACH - DUNE - MEANWHILE                                  72
          
               CLOSE ON the shattered remnants of the antenna as Kate passes
               them into Sayid's cupped hands.
          
                                    KATE                                            
                         I'm sorry.                                                 
                             (a bad joke and she knows                              
                              it)                                                   
                         I should've gotten the warrantee.                          
          
                                   SAYID                                            
                         I suppose I'll just try again.                             
                             (frustration building)                                 
                         Of course, I have no welding iron,                         
                         no rivets, scorched wiring... and                          
                         of course, I must continue to lie                          
                         to anyone who asks me what I'm                             
                         actually doing...                                          
          
                                     KATE
                         Sayid --
          
               He looks at her and softens.
          
                                   SAYID
                         Sorry.                                                     
                             (forces a smile)                                       
                         I'm cranky when I'm hungry.                                
          
                                   KATE
                             (smiles back; then)                                    
                         We'll try it again.                                        
          
                                   SAYID
                         We'll try it again.                                        
          
               They share a look, not unwarm.     And smile.   Then, with some
               seriousness...
          
                                   KATE
                         Really think it'll work?
          
                                   SAYID
                             (determined)
                         I will make it work.                                       
          
                  
          
          
          
          
                                JACK (O.S.)
                    Kate --
          
          She turns as Jack approaches them.
          
                                KATE
                    Hey --
          
                              SAYID
                    Excuse me...
          
          Sayid nods to Jack as he moves off.     Jack's attention goes to    
          the SCRAPES on Kate's cheek --                                      
          
                                JACK                                          
                    You okay?                                                 
          
          He touches the scratch gently, examining her injuries.              
          Purely professional. And yet...                                     
          
                              KATE                                            
                    Is this where you say "I told you                         
                    so?"                                                      
          
                              JACK
                    I'm not big on rubbing it in.                             
          
          Kate smiles.   They're CLOSE.    But then, a sober moment --        
          
                              KATE                                            
                    Locke's gone. That... thing... in                         
                    there. I think it got him.
          
          Jack absorbs that for a moment. Shakes his head. Kate           
          notices the CASTAWAYS beginning to gather near the fuselage --  
          
                              KATE (CONT'D)                                   
                    What's going on?                                          
          
                               JACK
                    The fuselage is ready to go.
                        (beat)
                    Some of the others decided to... I
                    guess some words are gonna be
                    said... over the fire... Names
                    read, I think...
          
                              KATE                                            
                    That's good. A little closure.
          
                              JACK
                        (distracted)
                    Yeah.
          
             
          
          
          
          
                               KATE
                    I don't think they're ready to know                        
                    what we --                                                 
          
          She pauses, suddenly realizing Jack is looking past her at
          something.
          
          HIS POV - The OLDER MAN in the white shoes, mostly obscured
          by the foliage. Kate sees Jack's expression:
          
                                 KATE (CONT'D)
                    What?
          
          But Jack is already moving past her, toward                          
          
          The OLDER MAN who moves off deeper into the jungle.
          
          Jack's rushing to the edge of the jungle, Kate right behind
          him.
          
                                 KATE (CONT'D)
                    Jack --
          
          He's about to dive in when...
          
          A LARGE FORM emerges from the brush.      Jack and Kate come to a
          sudden halt and look upon...
          
          LOCKE, his brow and arms slightly bloodied, his arms slung
          over a long stick across his shoulders, not unlike a
          scarecrow.
          
                                 JACK
                    Locke -- ?
          
          Locke suddenly heaves the stick off of him and we see a DEAD
          BOAR, hog-tied to it. The carcass hits the ground before
          them.
          
          CLOSE ON LOCKE - His face flush with the kill, his chest
          heaving...
          
                                                           CUT TO BLACK:       
          
          
                                 END OF ACT FOUR
          
          
          
          
              
          
          
          
                                       ACT FIVE
          
          73   EXT. BEACH - BY THE FUSELAGE - NIGHT                         73
          
               CRANE SHOT - We see smoke and fiery embers rising up against
               the night sky, then TILT DOWN onto
          
               THE BURNING FUSELAGE, and the CROWD of SURVIVORS standing
               before it, some bowing their heads in prayer, others quietly       
               crying -- all the while hearing Claire's voice:                    
          
                                   CLAIRE
                         Judith Martha Walker... Denton,
                         Texas... Guess she was gonna catch
                         a connecting flight...                                   
                             (studying the license)
                         Uh, well, she wore corrective
                         lenses. And... she was an organ
                         donor...
          
               CUT IN ON CLAIRE, sniffling her way through these impromptu
               eulogies - (occasionally popping in on others as they
               listen.) HURLEY stands next to her, holding various I.D.s,
               documents and other items. BOONE is also near, holding up a        
               TORCH, giving her the light to read. [NOTE: We may also see        
               an iPod propped up on some luggage, along with two external        
               speakers, as we hear an appropriate SONG playing.]                 
          
                                   CLAIRE (CONT'D)
                         Or would've been...                                      
          
               She hands off the license to Hurley, who hands her the
               wedding plans she found earlier. She reacts...
          
                                   CLAIRE (CONT'D)
                         Oh... yeah. Steve and Kristen. I
                         don't know their last names, but...
                         They were in love... And they were
                         going to be married--
                             (her voice breaks)
                         At least... At least wherever they
                         are now... they have each other...
                         They're not alone...
          
               ARC around a tree as CLAIRE'S faltering voice continues in
               the background, to find
          
               CHARLIE, taking a hit from his bag of dope. He closes his
               eyes, letting the numbness wash over him, and shoves the bag
               back into his pocket. (There ain't much left.)                     
          
               WE GO WITH HIM as he steps out from his hiding place and
               rejoins the crowd, winding up next to KATE, near the back.
          
          
              
          
                 LOST   "Walkabout"             (PINK)        7/22/04       50.
          
          
          
               PANNING ACROSS the gathered, we see LOCKE, next to WALT and
               MICHAEL, then SAYID, SHANNON, SAWYER, SUN and JIN, and,
               finally, ROSE, her eyes closed, appearing almost serene.
          
                                   CLAIRE (CONT'D)
                         ...Manuel Raphael Ortiz... Los
                         Angeles... He turned thirty-two...
                         wow, just last week... And, well,
                         looks like Diego didn't travel much
                         -- At least as far as we can tell
                         from his passport...
                             (off piece of paper)
                         ... But, oh, he must've had
                         children... A video store receipt                          
                         in his wallet lists overdue
                         charges... Willy Wonka and... The
                         Little Princess...
          
               ON KATE, standing by CHARLIE.     She scans the assembled.
          
                                   KATE
                             (whispering, to Charlie)
                         Have you seen Jack?
          
               Charlie looks around, but can only shrug.    Off Kate's
               concerned look, as we hear Claire:
          
                                   CLAIRE (O.S.)
                         So... I guess...
                             (becoming emotional)
                         I expect they're missing their
                         daddy right now...
          
          74                                                                  74
               EXT. BEACH - FAR END - MEANWHILE
          
               We see the fiery fuselage and congregated survivors way off
               in the distance, then BOOM DOWN to find
          
               JACK, sitting alone, staring out over the ocean, far down the
               beach where Rose had sat. Lost in troubled thoughts.
          
               EXT. BEACH - BY THE FUSELAGE - NIGHT
          75                                                                  75
          
               As we hear Claire reading on, we find
          
               MICHAEL - He glances over at Locke, who doesn't look back.
               After a beat, they speak in whispers...
          
                                      MICHAEL
                         Nice work.
          
                                      LOCKE
                         What?
          
                
          
          
          
          
                                    MICHAEL
                         The boar. Nice work. Y'know...
                         Killing it.
                             (beat)
                         Just thought I should say
                         something.
          
               Locke looks at him a moment, then nods, accepting Michael's
               compliment, and returns to looking at the funeral pyre.
               Another beat, then...
          
                                   MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                         So, that... Thing... The monster,
                         whatever... She said it was heading
                         right toward you...
          
               Locke now turns and looks directly into Michael's eyes.
          
                                   MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                         Did you see it? I mean, did you
                         get any kind of look at it?
          
               A moment passes before Locke shakes his head.
          
                                     LOCKE
                         No.
          
               Michael stares back at Locke for a beat.   Then nods and turns
               back to the service. As does Locke.
          
               PUSH IN ON Locke's face - flames flickering in his eyes...
          
               INT. MELBOURNE WALKABOUT TOURS - MORNING - FLASHBACK
          76                                                                76
          
               CLOSE ON an Aussie TRAVEL AGENT, sitting at his desk inside
               the storefront operation.
          
                                   TRAVEL AGENT
                         -- The Walkabouts we arrange aren't
                         just some stroll through the
                         park... It's trekking over vast
                         stretches of desert -- rafting
                         treacherous waters -- climbing --                        
          
               CLOSE ON LOCKE, sitting across from him, dressed in a khaki
               vest, cap and dark sunglasses. A small, bitter smile masking       
               his contempt.
          
                                   LOCKE
                         You've got no idea who you're
                         talking to. Believe me. I'm well
                         aware of what's involved...
                                   (MOR E)
          
               
          
          
                              LOC KE (CONT'D)
                    Probably know more than you on the
                    subject--                                               
          
                              TRAVEL AGENT
                        (cutting him off)
                    In any case, it's a trying ordeal
                    for someone in peak physical
                    condition, let alone --
          
                              LOCKE
                    Look -- I booked this tour a month
                    ago. You've already got my money.                       
                    Now I demand a place on that bus--
          
                   TRAVEL AGENT                          LOCKE                  
          You misrepresented yourself.                                          
                                          -- I never lied.                      
          
                              TRAVEL AGENT
                    By omission, Mr. Locke! You
                    neglected to tell us about your
                    condition --
          
                              LOCKE
                        (snapping)
                    My condition -- is not an issue!
                    I've lived with it for four years
                    and it's never kept me--
          
                              TRAVEL AGENT
                    Yes, well, unfortunately, it's an
                    issue to our insurance company.                         
          
          Seeing this going nowhere, the Travel Agent stands and
          crosses past Locke, who doesn't get up.
          
                              TRAVEL AGENT (CONT'D)                         
                    I'm sorry. I can't keep the bus
                    waiting any longer. It isn't fair
                    to the other people--
          
                              LOCKE
                    Don't talk to me about fair! --
          
                              TRAVEL AGENT
                    -- We can put you on a plane back
                    to Sydney on our dime. It's the
                    best we can do--
          
          We see through a large window, a tour bus waiting to leave,       
          its doors open, the guide on the steps looking at his watch.      
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
                                   LOCKE
                         I don't want to go back to Sydney!
                         I've spent years preparing for
                         this. -- You put me on that bus
                         right now! I can do this!
          
                                   TRAVEL AGENT
                             (at the doorway)
                         No. You can't.
          
               He exits to confer with the guide as Locke yells after him.          
          
                                   LOCKE
                         Don't you walk away from me!
          
               He suddenly swivels around...
          
                                   LOCKE (CONT'D)
                         You don't know who you're dealing
                         with. -- Don't ever tell me what I
                         can't do! Ever!...                                         
          
               As he rolls himself toward the window, PULL OUT to REVEAL...
          
               LOCKE IS IN A WHEELCHAIR. And has been throughout the entire
               flashbacks. Shot to hide it, but dropping subtle clues: The
               unscuffed shoes, the waist-high shelving, the EMS unit, etc.         
          
               THE BUS doors close and it pulls away. The Travel Agent
               looks back at Locke, shakes his head and walks away. Just
               doesn't want to deal with the guy...
          
                                   LOCKE (CONT'D)                                   
                                                                                    
                         This is destiny! This is my
                         destiny! I'm supposed to do this,                          
                         dammit!!!                                                  
          
               PULL UP HIGH and WIDE, Locke looking small and impotent...
          
                                   LOCKE (CONT'D)
                         DON'T TELL ME WHAT I CAN'T--
          
                                                              FLASH CUT TO:
          
          77                                                                  77
               EXT. BEACH - DAY
          
               LOCKE'S TOES - Wiggling beneath their sock.
          
               ANGLE ON LOCKE staring dumbly at them, then, as before, he
               retrieves his pristine shoe (understanding its clean because
               HE'S NEVER WALKED ON IT) -- and puts it on.
          
          
          
              
          
          
          
          
               Once he does, he looks up to the sky, almost serenely... As
               if an understanding's been reached.
          
               Locke braces himself on a large, nearby, piece of wreckage,
               and carefully pulls himself up to his feet. He takes stock
               of his legs, gently rubbing them -- They appear steady, and
               he wills them to take... one... two... three... tentative
               steps. Then a couple more confident ones.
          
               CLOSE ON LOCKE - Turning back to the scene of carnage -- His
               face flush with this "miracle" as he puts his hand on his
               hips and watches --
          
               CUT IN TO COVERAGE FROM THE PILOT - Shannon screaming, Jin
               calling out, Michael looking for Walt, etc., and we HEAR
               Jack's voice, yelling over the whine of the jet engine...
          
                                   JACK (O.S.)
                         -- get over here -- gimme a hand --
          
               ON LOCKE, glancing over at
          
               JACK, who turns and sees him:
          
                                   JACK (CONT'D)
                         You! C'mon... Come over here!
                         Gimme a hand! --
          
               TIGHT CLOSE-UP ON LOCKE, looking over at Jack.                     
          
                                                            FLASH CUT TO:
          
               EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
          78                                                                78
          
               ON LOCKE - His eyes drift over to something past the crowd.        
          
               HIS POV - THE WHEELCHAIR, a short distance from the burning        
               fuselage, resting idle and empty.                                  
          
               CLOSE ON LOCKE, as a small smile curls the corner of his           
               lips.
          
          
    

                                     THE END
          
          
          

Walkabout



Writers :   David Fury
Genres :   Adventure  Drama  Mystery  Thriller


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