Act 1, Scene 15
Earlier. Back on the beach, at Jack's camp. The US Marshall's eyes open. Jack is standing nearby but doesn't see this.
MARSHALL: Jesus, my head…
Jack turns, a little startled. He sees the Marshall struggling to get up onto his elbows and kneels down beside him, putting a hand on his chest and gently pushing him back to the sand.
JACK: I wouldn't do that just yet. You're recovering from a pretty severe concussion.
Sawyer is walking past. He notices the Marshall up and about and stops. The Marshall shakes his head dazedly and looks around at the scene; the beach littered with survivors, the pieces of fuselage similarly scattered, the tropical island.
MARSHALL: Our plane…it crashed?
SAWYER: Wow, you're some kinda cop. You can tell that just by lookin around?
JACK: You're not helping.
SAWYER: You're gonna have to get real used to sayin' that, doc. Gotta go anyway – goin to find ourselves the cockpit, wherever the hell it landed.
JACK: Who's organising that?
SAWYER: (points to JD, who sees him pointing and waves innocently)PeeWee MD over there. God help us. Catch you fellas later.
He moves off. Jack watches him go with a slightly irritated expression on his face; it's clear that he wants to be involved with the cockpit expedition. Reluctantly he turns his attention back to the Marshall.
JACK: Just relax. We've come down on an island, near as we can tell. Rescue shouldn't be long arriving.
MARSHALL: (coming to)Where is she? Where is she?
JACK: You were saying that a lot while you were out of it.
The Marshall tries again to get up. Jack attempts to stop him but this time the Marshall is having none of it, and shoves him aside.
MARSHALL: I have to find her, you idiot!
JACK: Maybe I could help if you told me a little more. What does your wife look like?
MARSHALL: My what?
JACK: I assumed that's who you had been travelling with…?
The Marshall digs in his pockets and produces a piece of paper. He uncrumples it and gives it to Jack. Jack looks. It's the wanted poster of Kate. Jack stares it at for a moment, absorbing what it means.
JACK: She was your prisoner, wasn't she.
MARSHALL: You've seen her.
JACK: (after a short pause) …yes.
MARSHALL: Where's my gun? Where the hell is my gun?
Jack grabs him by the shoulder, his patience sorely tested.
JACK: You wanna broadcast that a little louder? There are over fifty scared out of their minds people on this beach. Worrying about a man with a gun is not something I want to add to the mix right now.
MARSHALL: You listen to me, Mister-
DR. COX: Problem?
He walks up with a 'well?' expression on his face. The two men separate under his scrutiny. He nods at the Marshall.
DR. COX: Good to see you up. What's the deal?
MARSHALL: The deal is that I had an extremely dangerous prisoner with me on that flight, a prisoner who is now on the loose on this island. Add to that the fact that my gun has gone walkabout. Are you seeing a connection here, friend? Because I do. Where is she?
DR. COX: (accepting the poster handed to him by Jack and glancing at it) So what did she do?
MARSHALL: I don't see that that's any of-
He trails off as Dr. Cox walks up to him, not stopping until his face is mere inches from the Marshall's. When he speaks, he speaks quietly but no less vehemently.
DR. COX: Oh you don't huh. Well let's see if I got this straight and feel free to stop me if you can't wait another second for my foot in your ass. You wake up from concussion and internal injuries – oh and you're welcome by the way – and you want to go play policeman again. Well in case you haven't noticed Sherlock, this isn't exactly Baker Street but if there's someone out there who poses a genuine threat then yeah, we do need to do something. So let me ask you one more time – what did she do?
MARSHALL: Bank robbery and murder.
The shock registers on Jack's face. If Dr. Cox feels it too, he hides it well. He simply exhales and nods.
MARSHALL: Now I'm going to put that little outburst of yours down to stress, but don't you ever think you can talk to me like that, you hear me? You think you're tough don't you, big important doctor man? I've chased down guys who could make you look like the Tooth Fairy.
DR. COX: Oh but me, you, and the guys at the docks all know which of us the wings and wand would look best on…
The Marshall lunges at Dr. Cox. Jack steps in to steer off the attack.
JACK: That is enough! When we have time to build a playground, I'll be sure to let you both know, but in the meantime, this ends now.
MARSHALL: We need to round everyone up. It's time someone took charge of this situation.
He walks off toward the largest assembled group of survivors, with one last hostile glance at Dr. Cox, who responds by giving an over-exaggeratedly cheerful wave.
DR. COX: Well, doc. You got what you wanted. Looks like we have a new glorious leader.
We see (and distantly hear) the Marshall shouting at the survivors, gesturing with his arms, berating them to follow him. They stare at him.
DR. COX: (quietly)God help us.
Act 1, Scene 16
The expedition group is still moving through the forest. We hear the 'Lost flashback' whooshing noise as we move in on Charlie. He shakes his head.
CHARLIE: Does anyone else keep finding themselves drifting off and remembering stuff that happened?
EVERYONE: Yeah/ I thought it was just me/ You too?
JD: (obviously lying)Yeah, totally…
He nudges the Janitor.
JD: Do you?
JANITOR: Nah.
JD: Me either.
They walk on for a moment before something occurs to JD.
JD: Hey! I just asked you a question and you answered!
JANITOR: I did.
JD: You did it again! This is great! This is like…normal! Oh God finally I feel like I can talk to you!
JANITOR: What?
JD: (feeling the walls begin to crumble, as everyone turns to look) What? Wh…I didn't mean that I couldn't talk to you because you're just a Janitor-
The Janitor, turned toward JD and with his back to everyone else, grins sadistically and begins a three-finger countdown. When he reaches zero…
CHARLIE: Just a Janitor?
HURLEY: Just a Janitor? Dude, I was working in a burger joint. You too good to talk to me as well?
SAWYER: (disgustedly)Doctors, man. All the damn same.
Still unseen to everyone else, the Janitor winks and gives JD a 'well done!' two-thumbs-up salute. He turns and as soon as he does he has a serious expression on his face.
JANITOR: Guys, please. It's okay.
JD: I told you! I told you all this would happen! He-he-he does this! He does it to me! He… (abruptly shrugs, as if he's had enough) Okay you know what, fine. I'm such a snob. I'm a snob who saved four people's lives back there on that beach. I'm a snob who helped dig this mere Janitor out from underneath half a ton of airplane. I'm a horrible class-obsessed excuse for a human being. Fine. Can we move on and try to find this damn cockpit so I can go back to my palatial mansion and begin shooting poor people out my windows again?
Long pause. Everyone looks sheepish and ashamed. JD fixes them all with his best wronged-man glare.
HURLEY: Dude, I-
Sayid, who had gone ahead, bursts back into the clearing.
SAYID: The cockpit, up ahead. Come on, while the light holds!
He turns and runs back, everyone charging after him. Only JD and the Janitor are left.
JD: Dammit!
JANITOR: (pats him on the back comfortingly)There, there.
JD: Oh shut up, poor person.
He stalks off into the jungle, calling the others to wait up. As he goes we see he has a piece of paper somehow attached to his back with EAT ME written on it.
JANITOR: (to himself, comfortingly)Rise above it. You're a wonderful person.
He thinks about it for a second, nods as if he agrees, and then moves on. As he leaves the clearing, we linger there for a second, and after a moment another person enters, staring after the expedition group. It's Ethan Rom. He glares with open hatred at the retreating figures of JD and the Janitor.
ETHAN: (whispers to himself, darkly) Who are you people…