Episode 1: PILOT
Close up of Chelsea's eye, closed. We hear screaming and whirring. Her eye opens and she looks around. She stands up with the plane crashed and people running behind her. Slowly, she manages to smile.
It leads into a flashback. Whoosh! Chelsea is sitting in a house sitting at a kitchen table, eating a sandwich. The phone rings and she gets up and answers it.
Chelsea: Hello?
Man: (on other line) Hello, Mrs. Williams.
Chelsea: Oh hi, Mr. Widmore.
Widmore: Please, I told you to call me Charles.
Chelsea: Then you have to call me Melissa.
Widmore: Deal. Well, Melissa, could you come by today? In a few hours?
Chelsea: Sure, yeah.
Widmore: Sorry to call you on such short notice.
Chelsea: Ah, that's alright. It's part of what I do as a spy.
LOST
Back on the island, Chelsea is sitting on the beach away from everyone and she is fiddling with something we can't see. Claire comes into view, standing near Chelsea.
Claire: Can I sit here by you?
Chelsea: (hiding what she was holding) Oh, sure.
Claire: So. What's your name?
Chelsea: Chelsea. Yours?
Claire: Claire.
Chelsea: (looking at Claire's stomach) What are you going to name it?
Claire: I don't know yet. I don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet.
Chelsea: What do you hope it will be?
Claire: I don't really have a preference or anything.
Chelsea: Oh. Well, it was nice to meet you.
Claire: You too.
The camera pans down a bit to show that Chelsea was hiding a satellite phone. Shot of Jack, Kate, and Charlie from far away, heading into the jungle. Chelsea is watching them. She is standing next to Sayid who is sitting, trying to fix a radio.
Chelsea: Where are they going?
Sayid: (not looking up) They're going to try and find the cockpit to see if they can find a transceiver.
Chelsea: Oh really? Are they going to find the pilot?
Sayid: No one knows.
Chelsea looks worried. Whoosh! Shot of an elevator opening, and Chelsea walks out of it. She walks to the end of the hall and knocks on the last door which says Charles Widmore. Widmore opens the door.
Widmore: Melissa! Hello!
Chelsea: Hi, Charles.
Widmore: Come in, come in!
Chelsea walks past Widmore into a room with an office table with eight chairs, two of which are occupied.
Widmore: Take a seat.
Chelsea sits down next to Widmore's assistant, Charlene.
Chelsea: Hi, Charlene.
Charlene: Hi.
Widmore: Now, Melissa. We have a new mission for you.
Chelsea: Ok. What is it?
Widmore: Well, I know a man who I've been looking for for ages. I greatly despise him.
Chelsea: How come?
Widmore: Well, I can't really give you that information. His name is Benjamin Linus. He lives on an island which I have no idea where it is located. So Mr. Sanchez here (gestures to other person in chair) is a psychic.
Chelsea: A psychic?
Widmore: Yes. So I hired him to join our company and he found something out. Something important. Mr. Sanchez?
Sanchez: I saw a plane crash on this island which Linus lives. And keep in mind, this is a very special island.
Chelsea: Special? What do you mean?
Sanchez: It has healing powers of some sort and weird creatures...some that don't exist or some that don't belong.
Chelsea: Okay....I get it...sort of. So what do you want me to do?
Widmore: We want you to board that plane.
Chelsea: You want me to go on a plane that's gonna crash?
Sanchez: But we know you're gonna live. And you won't get hurt except maybe a little bruises and scratches.
Chelsea: Why do you want me on this island?
Widmore: Because we want you to out everything there is to know about this island. Where it's located, what it can do, what's on it. And we especially want to know everything about Benjamin Linus. Charlene, fetch me my bag please.
Charlene stands up and walks to the other side of the room and picks up a backpack and brings it back to Widmore. Widmore unzips it.
Widmore: In here, is everything you will need except for your personal items.
He reaches in and takes out the items one by one. First is a tape recorder. He sets it on the table. Next is a thick, leather journal. Then a video camera. Finally, the phone Chelsea had on the island.
Widmore: You will be under the alias of Chelsea Stewart.
Chelsea: Wait. If you want me to figure out all of this stuff, then why can't you just use Mr. Sanchez to know all of it?
Sanchez: My powers don't work like that.
Widmore: So, you are Chelsea Stewart. You live in Lansing, Michigan. You are taking a connection flight. You were in Sydney visiting your sister, Karen, and her husband, Stanley, and their new baby boy, Jordan.
Chelsea: Okay.
Whoosh! Back on the island, Chelsea is writing in her journal that Widmore gave her. Claire comes by and sits next to Chelsea. She closes the journal and smiles at Claire.
Claire: Hi.
Chelsea: Hi.
Claire: I just wanted to drop in and see how you're doing.
Chelsea: I'm fine, thanks. How are you?
Claire: I'm excited, actually. I just felt my baby kick a while ago.
Chelsea: Oh, really? Cool!
Claire: Yeah.
Claire looks down at her stomach and then looks around her.
Claire: Hey!
Chelsea: (looking around) What?
Claire: They're back!
Chelsea and Claire stand up and walk over to Jack, Kate, and Charlie.
Chelsea: What happened?
Jack: We found the cockpit. And the transceiver.
Claire: Did anyone survive?
Kate: Well, the pilot did. But....
Chelsea: What?
Jack and Kate look at each other.
Jack: He got killed by that thing we heard last night.
Chelsea: What? He did?
Charlie: Yeah, it was creepy. We heard it, and then the pilot got sucked out of the plane.
Claire: Oh my God!
Chelsea: Did you get a chance to talk to him?
Kate: Yeah.
Claire: What did he say?
Jack: He said that when we were six hours into the flight, we lost communication. We turned around to land in Fiji and we were 1,000 miles off course when we crashed. Everyone is looking for us in the wrong place.
Close up of Chelsea looking appalled yet satisfied. Whoosh! In the meeting room with Chelsea, Widmore, Charlene, and Sanchez, Chelsea and Widmore are shaking hands.
Widmore: Alright, thank you, Melissa. Or should I say, Chelsea.
Chelsea: You are very welcome, Charles.
Widmore: And one more thing I need to mention. Please be friendly to everybody. Talk to them and be nice. It might be a little suspicious if you're always off doing your own thing.
Chelsea: Okay.
Widmore: So help around, be nice, but don't forget about your mission.
Chelsea: Don't worry, I won't.
Widmore: So Charlene will meet you at the airport tomorrow and buy your ticket. Meet her there at 11:30 in the morning.
Chelsea: Okay. Can do.
Widmore: Thank you, Mrs. Williams.
Chelsea: You mean Ms. Stewart.
Widmore: That's the spirit. Good luck!
Whoosh! Back on the island, Jack is sitting in the sand, looking out into the ocean. Hurley walks over and sits next to him.
Hurley: Hey.
Jack: Hi.
Hurley: You're Jack, right? Like our leader?
Jack: I guess so. And who are you?
Hurley: I'm Hurley.
Jack: Hi, Hurley.
Hurley: So, uh....What do you do for a living?
Jack: I'm a spinal surgeon. You?
Hurley: Well, I don't have a job but I'm a multi-millionaire.
Jack: How can you be a millionaire without a job?
Hurley: I sort of won the lottery.
Jack: Really?
Hurley: Yeah.
They both look out at the sea. Shot of Boone opening his cell phone and Shannon in a swimsuit, on a towel a few feet away from Boone.
Boone: Figures. I didn't think there would be any service here.
Shannon: Will you stop worrying? Everyone else has it handled.
Boone: Shannon, will you stop tanning and help us?
Shannon: Help who with what?
Boone: Help everybody with luggage, searching for food and water, finding a way to survive.
Shannon: Boone, don't worry. The search boats will be here in a few hours and everyone will feel stupid for doing everything all for nothing.
Boone: At least eat something. You haven't eaten since yesterday before the crash.
Shannon: Stop telling me what to do, Boone.
Boone: Fine, but don't come crying to me when you're starving to death.
Shot of Rose and Bernard looking through clothes from some luggage.
Bernard: Are you sure none of this is yours?
Rose: Yes, Bernard, I'm sure.
Bernard: Can you believe that I was about to go to the bathroom? If I did, I would be with the tail section away from you. I'm glad I held it.
Rose: I know. I'm glad, too.
Bernard: (throwing clothes in the air) Why can't I find any of your things?
Rose: Well, you just threw one of my shirts in the sand just now.
Bernard: Oh. Sorry.
Shot of Sun and Jin. Sun is looking around at everyone and Jin is looking at Sun.
Jin: (in Korean) Don't worry about everyone, Sun. They'll be fine. We just need to worry about ourselves and ourselves only.
Sun: (in Korean) I'm not worried about them. I'm worried about us. What are we going to do? We can't communicate with anyone.
Jin: (in Korean) We don't need to. The rescue boats will be here in no time. When we get rescued, we can forget about this whole thing.
Sun frowns and looks around again. Shot of Chelsea slightly in the jungle, right by the beach. She is behind a tree, trying to get her phone to work.
Chelsea: Come on! Work!
Whoosh! At Chelsea's house, Chelsea is in her room, packing and talking to her husband, Jared.
Jared: So do you know when you will be back?
Chelsea: I have no idea. Charles doesn't even know.
Jared: I'm gonna miss you.
Chelsea: Me too.
Jared: Good luck, Melissa.
Chelsea: You too, Jared.
Jared: With what?
Chelsea: Just living without me.
Jared: I've done it many times. Don't worry about me.
Chelsea: I love you Jared.
Jared: I love you too.
Whoosh! Back on the island, Chelsea is still working on her phone. Suddenly, with a small beep, it turns on. Chelsea gasps.
Chelsea: Yes!
Shot of Walt sitting down, staring at the ground. Michael is sitting next to him.
Michael: What's up man?
Walt doesn't answer.
Michael: Don't worry. We'll get through with this.
No answer.
Michael: Are you still bumming about Vincent?
Walt nods slowly.
Michael: It's okay. He'll turn up.
Walt: How do you know?
Michael: Because there's always stuff a dad knows.
Walt: Do you know we're gonna get rescued?
Michael: Yeah. I do.
Walt: Alright.
Walt sighs and continues looking at the ground. Michael looks at him sadly. Shot of Sawyer lighting a cigarette in his mouth. He pulls out a folded up piece of paper and opens it up. He reads it with a frown. Sayid walks by.
Sayid: Excuse me. Why are you smoking?
Sawyer: It's not against the law, now is it?
Sayid: No, but there is a pregnant woman here who could inhale the smoke. And there is a ten-year-old boy.
Sawyer: What's it to ya?
Sayid: Just consider not smoking.
Sayid walks away and Sawyer glares at him. Then his face changes to a frown. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and sticks the end in the sand. He puts it in his pocket and continues to read the paper. Shot of Claire sitting and writing in her diary. Charlie comes and sits next to her.
Charlie: May I sit?
Claire: (looking up) Oh, yeah.
He sits next to her.
Charlie: So. I'm Charlie.
Claire: (holding out her hand) Claire.
Charlie: (shaking her hand) Nice to meet you, Claire. So, is it a boy or a girl?
Claire: I don't know yet. Or the name.
Charlie: Ah. Well, I bet he slash she will be the best boy slash girl ever.
Claire chuckles. Shot of Locke eating a mango. Hurley comes and stands next to him.
Hurley: Hi.
Locke: Hello.
Hurley: So, uh, how's it going?
Locke: Absolutely wonderful.
Hurley: Dude, we like crashed on an island. And like no one is looking for us in the right place.
Locke: I know. That's the beauty of it.
Hurley: Okay....
Locke: I'm John by the way. John Locke.
Hurley: I'm Hurley Reyes.
Locke: Nice to meet you.
Hurley: You too...I guess.
Hurley walks away frowning while Locke eats his mango. Shot of Chelsea with her phone. The phone says "Searching for service"
Chelsea: Come on! I finally got you to turn on! And now....Ugh!
She hits the phone. Whoosh! Chelsea gets out of the passenger seat of a car at the airport. Jared is in the driver seat.
Chelsea: Bye Jared.
Jared: Bye. I love you.
Chelsea: Love you too. Thanks for driving me.
Jared: You're welcome.
Chelsea: Bye.
She closes the door and waves as Jared drives away. She walks into the airport. Her journal from Widmore falls out of her unzipped backpack. Behind her, Charlie picks it up.
Charlie: Excuse me, Miss.
Chelsea turns around.
Charlie: I think this is yours.
Chelsea: Oh, thank you. (she takes it) How did that fall out?
Charlie: Your bag is open.
Chelsea: (taking off her backpack) Oh. Thanks.
Charlie: Yep.
Charlie walks away and Chelsea sits down to zip up her bag.
Charlene: (off screen) Chelsea!
She doesn't respond.
Charlene: Hey! Chelsea!
Charlene comes on screen.
Charlene: Chelsea!
Chelsea: (standing up) Oh, hi. Sorry about that. I forgot.
Charlene: Here's your ticket. (she gives it to Chelsea)
Chelsea: Thanks. Okay, thanks.
Charlene: And Charles told me to give you some advice on the phone.
Chelsea: Okay.
Charlene: If you can't get service, there's a radio tower on the island. It's up on high ground so if you could get up high, you'll most likely be closer to the radio tower.
Chelsea: Okay, I'll keep that in mind.
Charlene: Well, good luck.
Chelsea: Thanks, Charlene. Bye.
Charlene: Bye.
Whoosh! On the island, the phone still says "Searching for service."
Chelsea: I guess I have to get higher up.
Chelsea looks up at the really tall mountain in front of her.
Chelsea: It looks like I got a long hike ahead of me.
LOST
Starring: Naveen Andrews as Sayid, Emilie de Raven as Claire, Matthew Fox as Jack, Jorge Garcia as Hurley, Maggie Grace as Shannon, Josh Holloway as Sawyer, Malcomb David Kelly as Walt, Daniel Dae Kim as Jin, Yunjin Kim as Sun, Evangeline Lilly as Kate, Dominic Monaghan as Charlie, Terry O'Quinn as Locke, Harold Perrineau as Michael, Ian Somerhalder as Boone, and ? as Chelsea
Guest starring: Sam Anderson as Bernard, L. Scott Caldwell as Rose, and Alan Dale as Widmore