(Rousseau takes Sayid to her old cabin. She impatiently waits for him to wake up. It is dark)
SAYID: W-who are you?
ROUSSEAU: I'm sorry.
(She tortures him)
ROUSSEAU: Where is my daughter!? Why have you taken her away from me?
SAYID: I don't know what you're talking about, you crazy French lady!
ROUSSEAU: How do you know I'm French?
SAYID: Well, it's not by your accent, I'll tell you that. We got your transmission.
ROUSSEAU: (sits down) Are you an Other?
SAYID: First off, put the knife down. No, what's an Other?
ROUSSEAU: (laughs manically) My problem. My biggest, biggest problem.
My, ship crashed over here, way back in 88,
I knew that taking east was a mis-take.
SAYID: What?
(Rousseau suddenly stands up as the spotlight flashes on her- The Others, to the tune of "(How do you solve a problem like) Maria" from The Sound of Music)
ROSSEAU: Oh, How do you solve a problem like the Others?
How do you kill the ones that have killed you?
I hate all the Others now, Since my ship and Robert went down,
And now I'm here, going mad, with nothing to do!
But to think-
How do I get my daughter from the Others?
I've tried everything, like guns and dyna-mite,
SAYID: I tell you I don't know!
Don't shoot me with that crossbow!
Oh this is strife, Oh please just spare my life..
And who are the Others, Anyway?
ROUSSEAU: You'll see in season two. And…
I am about to kill off all the Others,
Women and men and all those horrid fiends,
They took my dear child- and pow!, sixteen years it's been now,
Since I saw that tower of smoke over the leaves.
But…How do you solve a problem like the Others?
How do you kill the ones that have killed you?
I hate all the Others now, Since my ship and French love went down,
And I'm a crazy French lady without her shoes!
I might trust you, because you seem real honest,
truthful and good, a sincere few of men,
And you might be able too, to help me find my shoes,
And fix my music box that is bro-ken.
(Sayid looks at the music box and immediately fixes it. Rousseau beams- To the tune of 'Do-re-mi' from Sound of Music)
ROUSSEAU: Hark! I hear, a man stuck in a trap!
SAYID: No! It cannot, cannot be!
ROUSSEAU: Yes, a man, he's stuck up in a trap!
SAYID: An other, an Other he may be!
ROUSSEAU: We, shall go and get him down,
SAYID: He, was walking on trapped ground,
ROUSSEAU: (whispering) Shh! We cannot make a sound!
SAYID: But he's stuck in a net and he is found!
ROUSSEAU: Found-
SAYID: Found-
HENRY GALE: Found Found! Oh yes! You fin-nally found me!
My name, my name is Henry Gale,
I am from, The great state of Minnestota,
And, my hot air balloon went down!
And crashed, and there went my wife,
And now, I plead here for my life!
So, if you'll spare me the strife,
I will prove you by this map!
Map!
SAYID: Map?
ROUSSEAU: Map?
HENRY: Map!
(Henry draws a map to the balloon- They all walk off stage and Locke runs on-)
LOCKE: (throws spear) Oh! I caught another boar! With my new legs! (Beams) Isn't this view just breathtaking everyone?
(The Oceanic 815 survivors all walk on. They're obviously tired)
JACK: Locke, where's the smuggler's plane?
LOCKE: Boone and I were going to check it out tommorow. Oh! Was I supposed to show you where it was?
EVERYONE: Yes!
SAWYER: We were hoping there were medical supplies...and heroine for Charlie.
CHARLIE: Hey! (Claire smiles at him)
LOCKE: But...don't you all just see?
EVERYONE: What?
LOCKE: How this was meant to be?
(Everyone groans except Locke)
LOCKE: By the way, where is Sayid?
(Everyone shakes thier heads)
LOCKE: This may be horror for you, to crash and be all subdued,
But can't you see...what this is for me?
JACK: What is it for you, Locke?
(To the tune of 'Springtime for Hitler' From The Producers)
LOCKE: Springtime, for John Locke, and his, new legs!
Poor boar, it never stood, a chance,
Bacon, for breakfast! For everyone,
Because John Locke can sing, and now...he...can...daaaannnceee..
SURVIVORS: (groaning) Springtime, For John Locke, and eight-fifteen.
The island is perfect, and clean,
LOCKE: Springtime, for John Locke, and every-one!
This island, this Island, we should never leave!
Be-cause it's,
ALL: Springtime, for John Locke, and his new legs,
He likes it, he wants to, stay here,
Don't call, the Coast Guard, while he's with us,
Because he'll take you out with that spear.
Springtime, for John Locke, and his new faith,
Got pushed out, of a window, by his dad,
Has only, one kidney, and now no hair,
Because of the life he, once had.
LOCKE: Springtime for me! We should never leave!
(Sawyer nudges Kate) SAWYER: I think he's crazy, Freckles.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! Hope you are enjoying LOST: the Musical. For all those Ben/Annie fans out there, you might want to check out my other fics, "Annie" and "The Girl with the Pearl earring". I was watching the sound of Music yesterday, so I felt a might inspired. :
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Lola