Act 1, Scene 11
A darkened room. We see the outline of a face, and as light plays through the cracks in the wooden planks which form the walls, we see the face belongs to the Todd. He moans as he comes to.
TODD: No...no Hasselhoff, no...
A shadow moves in the darkness. Todd's eyes open. He takes in his surroundings and attempts to rise from where he is lying, but finds that his wrists are bound. As the light source increases, we see that he's lying on a metal mattress of sorts, tied securely by his wrists and ankles. He's also stripped to the waist.
TODD: (delighted) All right.
ROSSEAU: Sssh. Do not speak until I tell you to speak.
TODD: Let me see you, hot sadistic chick of mystery.
She emerges from the darkness. The Todd looks her over and his lips purse slightly. He shrugs with a sort of a 'could be worse' expression on his face.
TODD: Okay, but you are a chick, right?
ROSSEAU: I told you not to speak!
She reaches for a control and sends electricity arcing through the metal mattress. Todd screams in pain. She turns it off.
TODD: Whoah. Hey, would ya look at that.
He glances downward. So does Rosseau. We don't see what she sees, but we see her eyebrows raise.
TODD: I know it looks like I'm smuggling kayaks baby, but it's all me. Now do you wanna shock me some more or are we gonna get to it?
ROSSEAU: 'Get to it'?
TODD: French too. Hey, I totally love the natural arm hair thing. Gives me something to hang onto, huh? Am I right?
His right hand vibrates madly in its restraint. Todd frowns and seems slightly down for the first time.
TODD: Five denied.
ROSSEAU: How long have youbeen on the island?
TODD: About a day and a half.
ROSSEAU: Have you...been drinking a lot of sea water?
TODD: No. It's bad for your health. (helpfully) I'm a surgeon.
ROSSEAU: Sure you are.
TODD: Hey, this is kinda embarrassing but I'm a compulsive crotch-toucher, and if my hands are gonna be bound, which I admit is hot, well would you mind?
ROSSEAU: Where are the Others?
TODD: Up the beach a little.
ROSSEAU: You lie! There are no Others!
She shocks him again. Some smoke rises from his body. When she releases him from the electricity he shakes his head vigorously but seems cheerful and quite unaffected.
ROSSEAU: You and I are going to get to know each other. Very well.
TODD: You mean...like a relationship?
ROSSEAU: (mad smile) Yes...
TODD: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO...
We pull back to Todd's scream as it echoes through Rosseau's camp.
Act 1, Scene 12
A boar snuffles in its den. There is a noise from the bushes nearby, like a twig being stepped on. The boar jerks it head up and circles, making angry confrontational noises, challenging all comers. After a few seconds however with nothing forthcoming from the forest the boar downgrades its alarm.
We move into the bushes. About forty feet from the boar, Locke and Ted are crouched, watching it. Ted wears his cloth bandana and twirls the knife Locke gave him between his fingers. It curves in a dizzying arc of skill. Locke notices this.
LOCKE: (whispering) Where did you learn to do that?
TED: I'm in a Barbershop Quartet.
Locke absorbs this, seems about to question it, then thinks better of it and motions for Ted to remain silent as they begin to creep forward toward the boar.
LOCKE: We'll circle around. You attack from the south and startle the boar - lead it right to me. I'll do the rest.
TED: What are you going to do?
LOCKE: I'm going to slit its throat with the knife.
TED: Oh.
LOCKE: Is that a problem for you?
TED: I'm just...not good around blood.
LOCKE: I thought you worked in a hospital?
TED: (miserably)I'm just not good.
LOCKE: New start, remember. Now go.
They're about to split when, from between them and likewise crouched down, the Janitor suddenly appears.
JANITOR: What we doin?
Startled, Ted tries to get to his feet, half-succeeds, loses his balance and ends up tumbling down the small slope in front of them until he ends up crashing to a halt at the boar's den. We see him looking up into the mad, angry face of the boar as it squeals and prepares to charge.
LOCKE: (running toward him) Use the knife!
The boar charges Ted. Faced with a severe gauging, Ted grips the handle of the knife tightly in his hand, gets to his feet...then turns tail and runs at top speed into the undergrowth, an enraged boar in hot pursuit.
TED: Heeeeeeelp!
The Janitor, now standing, watches this with bemusement as Locke vanishes into the forest after Ted and the boar.
JANITOR: Boar chasing, huh? Well, that was fun.
Satisfied, he moves off in the direction of the beach.
Act 1, Scene 13
The beach. JD is looking a little sorry for himself as he walks along the sand.
JD: (voice-over) With Todd and Ted missing, Turk looking after Carla, and Dr. Cox, well...making himself at home...
Dr. Cox bursts through some nearby vines in exactly the same way as he once burst through hospital double doors. He whistles at the nearby Sun and Jin.
DR. COX: Hey! You two! Now I realise the inconvenient fact that none of you speak English means that neither of you two clowns have the slightest idea what the hell I'm saying at the moment but I can bet if I stand right there and jump up and down saying move your ass and help enough times then whoopee, you might actually get my drift and get my driftwood for me at the same damn time, so here goes - move your ass and help, move your ass and help, move your ass and...
He continues this berating, jumping up and down in front of them. Jin looks as if he's deciding whether to attack him or not.
JIN: (in Korean) What does this crazy angry idiot want now?
SUN: (in Korean) I...I think he wants us to help him gather the wood. He pointed to it. We…we should help him.
JIN: (in Korean) We should look after ourselves.
He turns away and physically turns her away too. Dr. Cox throws up his arms in disgust and turns, looking for the next victim.
DR. COX: You!
We go back to JD watching him.
JD: (voice-over, sardonically) I'm so glad Dr. Cox didn't decide to be leader.
We cut to Jack, surrounded by four or five very angry people.
JD: (voice-over) Although…there were some jobs even Dr. Cox didn't want.
JACK: I understand how you're feeling-
MAN: You understand? That is my wife lying there, you piece of sh-
KATE: (arriving on the scene, places an arm on the man) Hey. Let's calm down, all right?
MAN: Calm down? Is he telling you that you can't bury the person you were married to for twelve years? That you have to watch while she's thrown in a pile of bodies and burned?
JACK: Listen to me. I want you to be able to bury your wife. We all do. But this isn't some inner-city cemetery here. Anything we bury won't stay buried. You want to come along and find some boars are…
He trails off, unable to say it.
MAN: …eating her? Is that it?
He looks for a second as if he's about to strike Jack – Kate even steels herself to block the blow – but abruptly, as if punctured, he simply collapses to the sand and begins sobbing helplessly. He crawls on his hands and knees the twenty feet or so to where his dead wife lies on the sand and hugs her. Kate and Jack watch for a moment until Jack has to turn away.
Dr. Cox catches his eye from further up on the beach. They exchange a long look, before Cox nods with grudging respect and moves on.
KATE: You want me to talk to him?
JACK: He doesn't need it. He knows now what has to be done.
KATE: You did…
JACK: Yeah. I'm a real hero.
He makes to move off and she puts a hand on his shoulder.
KATE: Are there others?
JACK: We've got eight bodies on the beach we can find. Only five relatives or friends of those bodies.
KATE: Would have been more but for you and them. You're doing a good job.
JACK: Maybe won't have to do it for long. We've got one guy with head trauma who still hasn't regained consciousness. Set him up a bed beside my "camp"…
KATE: (freezes) Head trauma?
JACK: Yeah. Weird thing is, didn't look like it happened in the impact. He had some injuries but Turk and Todd stabilised him. Guess that's one up. Good news is though he's a US Marshall. He should have some leadership qualities.
KATE: (quietly) Yeah. Uh, I promised Claire I'd find her some pillows for her back.
JACK: I think I saw…big guy, blond hair, foul mouth…
KATE: Ah. You've met Sawyer.
JACK: …Sawyer, yeah. Nice guy. He had some pillows. And some of everything else by the looks of it. You might wanna try him.
KATE: I will.
JACK: Want me to come with you?
KATE: I can handle Sawyer.
She turns and moves off. As she does so her expression changes to one of sadness and resignation. She glances over at Jack's little encampment and sees the prone body of the US Marshall lying there, still unconscious but not long from wakefulness. For a second a terrible thought seems to pass through her mind, and then she dismisses it, sets her jaw in resolution and walks further down the beach.
We go back up the beach a little way and rejoin JD. He flops to the sand beside Turk and Carla, displacing sand right into the path of their kiss. They separate and glare at him with an air of two people who've done this thousands of times before, and he ignores them blissfully with much the same air.
JD: A tropical island. We're like the Dougie Howser Family Robinson, you know?
TURK: Yeah, with added monsters for fun.
JD: Yeah what's up with that?
TURK: Tyrannosaurus. No question.
JD: Naaaah, the roar was all wrong. Allosaurus maybe.
CARLA: My God. Are you both professing to be experts on an animal that's been dead for sixty-five million years?
JD: Tell that to Dr. Alan Grant!
TURK: Amen!
CARLA: Can either of you focus? We're not on Jurassic Park. We're in a real place in the real world, so whatever that thing is, it's not a dinosaur. I'm a little more concerned with the lack of rescue.
She moves and winces slightly at the pain in her ankle.
TURK: Baby, you OK?
CARLA: Yeah. Stupid thing. Look, I don't know much about planes but isn't the cockpit where they put all the communications equipment?
TURK: Yeah.
CARLA: So shouldn't we be looking for the cockpit? I mean if the plane broke up and scattered across the beach, shouldn't the cockpit be further into the island somewhere?
JD and Turk regard each other with a 'how the hell did we not think of this' look.
JD: Yeah…
CARLA: So unpark your butt from the sand Bambi and get a search party organised! Stat!
Flash. JD is dressed in an army uniform. He scrambles to his feet and salutes so hard he practically dents his forehead.
JD: Yes ma'am!
Carla's eyes widen in anger. She's a four star general.
CARLA: Yes what!
JD: YES GENERAL ESPINOSA, RIGHT AWAY GENERAL ESPINOSA!
CARLA: Attaboy, you miserable little maggot! Now GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!
End-of-fantasy flash. JD is on his feet and jogging away up the beach and Turk is getting up to join him when Carla's hand wraps around his and pulls him back to the sand.
CARLA: And just where are you going?
TURK: But you said –
CARLA: You've got work to do right here, mister.
TURK: (big silly I'm-getting-some grin) Oh really…
CARLA: Yep. Starting with building a shelter. You think I'm lying here on this damn beach for another night? It was freezing last night, and we are going to have to work on your definition of "huddling for warmth"…
Turk's smile dies on his face.
JD: (voice-over) Sometimes even when we seem lost, we can find something familiar that reminds us of home.
TURK: I love you, baby.
CARLA: Damn right you do.
JD: (voice-over) Whether it's the easy comfort of the person you love knowing exactly what they can get away with…
We cut to Dr. Cox bossing people around. He shouts loudly into someone's face and they cower in fear, before scurrying back to work collecting driftwood. As they go we clearly see the satisfaction in Cox's face.
JD: (voice-over) …or reassuming that reassuring sense of authority and control…
We cut to Kate, packing some water bottles into a shoulder bag. She stands up, on the fringe of the forest, and watches the various pockets of frantic activity going on all over the beach. Then she turns and is gone into the trees, swallowed in an instant.
JD: (voice-over)…or returning to an old way of life…
We go back to JD. He's approaching the sunbathing figure of Shannon with a look of some trepidation on his face.
JD: (voice-over) …or having the courage to ask a pretty girl to come with you into a mysterious forest possibly containing man-eating dinosaurs.
We see JD pause and frown at this last, before seeming to give up. He turns away and heads instead for a small group containing Charlie, Sayid, Hurley, Michael and Walt.
JD: Hey guys? You busy…?