Act 1, Scene 21
The camera moves swiftly throughout the following, and there is no dialogue. Firstly, we move from the fringe of the forest onto the beach, just as the cockpit expedition does the same. We see Jack, Dr. Cox and Turk jog over to meet them. Dr. Cox and JD exchange words. Dr. Cox absorbs what JD has to say and puts a hand on the younger man's shoulder. He shakes him roughly, as if trying to emphasise a point. JD nods reluctantly. Dr. Cox, concern visible in his expression, slaps his back and virtually leads him towards the centre of the beach where the main throng are standing/sitting.
A few hundred yards up the beach, Locke and Ted emerge also. The first thing we see is Ted, sunlight reflecting off the top of his head and a smile he wears that's an acre wide. As he moves toward us the camera swings down to show us why; he has a long branch over one shoulder running to Locke a few yards behind, and suspended by its feet from the branch is one very dead, very large boar. Locke wears a smaller but no less pleased grin, and reaches forward with his free hand to slap Ted on the back. Ted staggers slightly but his smile doesn't dim one bit. A few survivors, attracted by the sight, wander over and offer congratulations. Ted looks as if he is proud fit to burst.
We pause for a second to take in the sight of Kelso watching this, a thoughtful frown on his face.
A hundred yards or so further up the beach, two more people emerge very cautiously and not very far from the trees…
TODD: So explain it to me again.
KATE: How many times do I have to say no? Forget it. Just remember what I told you and it'll be fine.
TODD: Okay.
KATE: Okay. So go.
Todd hesitates.
TODD: What about you?
KATE: I'll be fine.
TODD: Where will you-
KATE: I said I'll be fine.
Todd turns to go. Kate turns to melt back into the trees. Before she does however Todd holds up a finger and turns.
TODD: Just one more thing-
KATE: Oh for God's…yes, I am. It's just underwired and a really good fit on me, got it?
TODD: Not the bra thing. I figured that out. Just…thank you. You didn't have to do what you did. You're alright.
KATE: Yeah. Well tell you what, you do me a favour. When you go over there, no matter what you might hear…just remember that.
TODD: Deal.
Kate nods, and turns this time to walk away. After a pace she stops, her back still turned.
KATE: You're checking me out aren't you?
TODD: Absolutely.
Kate rolls her eyes but grins despite herself. She vanishes into the trees. Todd waits until she's gone and then jogs back down the beach toward the main group. He aims for Turk.
TODD: REUNION FIVE!
He launches himself into a five, his right hand outstretched.
TURK: Holy sh-
Taken completely by surprise, Turk ducks reflexively and Todd sails through the air, landing in the sand with an 'ooomph!' and a thud. After a moment he rolls over onto his back and stares up at the curious faces looking down at him.
TURK: Welcome back, Todd.
We pull a little way away to where Locke and Ted are setting down their prize reverentially on the beach. Claire wanders over, with Charlie following a few seconds later.
CLAIRE: You two really caught that? Wow!
TED: (modestly) 'tweren't nothing.
CHARLIE: You know not that I'm not gratified at an end in sight to the all-peanut diet, but what is that thing?
LOCKE: Dinner.
CHARLIE: Descriptive. I like that. (turning to Claire) What's going on? Who's the new guy?
CLAIRE: (making a face) You mean Marshollini? He had concussion and woke up while you guys were gone. Beginning to wish he'd developed amnesia as well.
Jack, who has wandered over to inspect the boar, grins.
JACK: Unfortunately outside of Movie of the Week amnesia like that is incredibly rare. But believe me, I get what you mean.
CLAIRE: Well if it means anything, you've got my vote.
CHARLIE: Vote? Did I miss the formation of the Craphole Island Masonic Society or something? What's going on?
Jack is about to explain when he's interrupted by the Marshall, who has also wandered over to the boar (it seems to be drawing people to it slowly but surely).
MARSHALL: We have a leadership election on our hands. Jack and I are running. I'm afraid you missed running nominations but if you'd like to submit yourself as a candidate…
CHARLIE: Me? Lead? I didn't care much for the spotlight in the band, don't see any reason why I'd crave it here.
MARSHALL: Band? You were in a band?
CHARLIE: Driveshaft?
MARSHALL: Never heard of them son.
CHARLIE: (ticking off on his fingers) Never heard of my band…calling me 'son'…you're doing well so far.
Jack stifles a laugh.
MARSHALL: Well I may not have heard of your band son, but if you want to base your decision on who should lead us on that you go ahead. If however you'd like to base it on who's capable of enforcing law and order on this island, then hopefully you'll forgive my musical tastes.
We see a quick flash of Charlie in the toilet he disappeared into while on the cockpit expedition, scrabbling for the packages of heroin flushed into the toilet basin and stashing them in his jacket pocket. When we flash back we see Charlie has stuck his hand in there protectively.
CHARLIE: (weakly)Oh well, law and order…that changes everything. Yay you.
MARSHALL: Glad to hear it.
He shoots a look at Jack, nods to Locke, Ted and Claire (she sticks her tongue out at him in response) and walks off to another small group, obviously to make more speeches.
CHARLIE: (whispers to Jack) Do you want the secret handshake now, or later?
Jack grins.
DR. COX: Jack! Get over here!
JACK: Be right there.
CHARLIE: (nodding to Dr. Cox) Is he running?
JACK: No.
CHARLIE: Oh, thank Christ.
Jack laughs and jogs over to where Dr. Cox, Hurley, JD, Turk, Carla and the Todd are assembled. JD still looks shaken.
JD: I just think we should-
CARLA: JD, please. I've practically had this thing down my throat too, remember. What are you hoping to accomplish by rushing out there? You'll get yourself killed!
JD: He doesn't deserve to just…
JACK: Just…?
HURLEY: (quietly) Sawyer and I found the pilot.
DR. COX: You…you found him? And he was dead, right?
HURLEY: Well dude, unlike everyone here I'm not a doctor but when a guy's hanging limp forty feet up in the trees and there's a pool of freakin' blood on the ground below him and his arms and legs bend in places they shouldn't bend…
JD: I can't just leave him like that!
JACK: A few of the others have been planning a service for the bodies we're putting in the fuselage tonight. Until we find your friend we'll put his name with the others.
JD: (voice-over) I don't know what made me say what I said next. But something about it just felt right.
CARLA: Thank you.
JACK: No problem. What was it?
Everyone looks at each other, guilt-ridden. Everyone except for JD.
JD: It was Torr. Jan Torr. I think his Dad was from Europe.
HURLEY: (scribbling in his notepad) I'll tell Claire. I, um, I just…wanna sit down for a while if it's okay with everyone.
He walks off. Jack waits for a moment and then addresses everyone.
JACK: At a wild guess, Jan's middle initial wouldn't be E, would it?
Act 1, Scene 22
Sawyer sits down on his 'requisitioned' furniture on his encampment, putting his feet up on a small box. He stares moodily out at the ocean, as the sun begins to sink toward the horizon. A flash of rage crosses his features and he lashes out, kicking the box twenty yards toward the waves. He sighs and massages his eyes with his fingers.
KATE: Bad day?
She's standing behind him, still somewhat covered by the trees. She sends one quick glance down the beach toward where the Marshall is still canvassing.
SAWYER: Stuff I learned today: we were 1000 miles off course so it's very damn likely whatever rescue teams are searchin' for us ain't got a clue where to begin. There's a thing out there in that forest that likes to chow down on pilots and leave 'em to drip-dry on trees. And oh yeah…appears we have a lawbreaker in our very own midst. How about that, freckles? That seem like a good day to you?
KATE: Had better.
Sawyer reaches into a box by his right hand and pulls out a bottle.
SAWYER: Beer?
KATE: What'll it cost me?
SAWYER: Consider it provisions for your trip.
Kate is silent.
SAWYER: That's what you're gonna do, ain't it? Run?
KATE: He's a man with a gun.
SAWYER: Swing and a miss for the little lady.
He reaches into his waistband and pulls out the gun, waving it once in the air before tucking it securely back in there again. Only now does he turn on the chair and look at her. She's shocked.
SAWYER: Your friend was out cold for a day. Plain luck I found him before those doctors did. Or maybe you're inclined to wishin' those doctors hadn't found him at all…
KATE: Does he know you have that?
SAWYER: No-one's told him yet. That might change if he wins this damn-fool election he's insistin' on. Reckon if he wins – and looks like he will, not to scare ya – there'll be a good old fashioned posse sent in there after ya.
KATE: It's not the only gun on the island.
SAWYER: How do you figure?
KATE: He checked a case into the hold. Four guns inside.
SAWYER: (snorts)Good luck lookin' for a case on an island this size.
KATE: If he finds out you have that gun-
SAWYER: He'll have to try and take it from me.
KATE: And if he does, he'll kill me.
SAWYER: He won't. Only thing you have to worry about is him finding this case, sounds to me.
KATE: Help me.
Sawyer throws her the beer. She catches it.
SAWYER: Glad I could help. Best o' luck now. Bye bye.
KATE: You don't know him. If he gets his hands on that case…even if he gets the notion he's in charge, you really think he's gonna let you hoard all this stuff?
SAWYER: Let him come and chat. Should be fun.
KATE: I found something in the forest.
SAWYER: Gingerbread house?
KATE: A door.
SAWYER: (interested despite himself) A door…
KATE: A door…some sort of hatch set into the ground. I dug it out a little, but there's a lot more buried beneath the ground. Could be a way out.
SAWYER: Could be you're spinnin' me stories, freckles.
KATE: You a good liar, Sawyer?
SAWYER: It's been said.
KATE: Good liar can tell when he's being lied to. Am I right?
Sawyer stands up and walks to her. He stares at her for a moment. She doesn't flinch.
SAWYER: Alright, there's a door. So what.
KATE: You like to hoard. Bound to be something buried behind that door. I'll show you where it is.
SAWYER: (thinks about it, sighs, and nods)Somethin' tells me this is gonna cost me more than a bottle of warm beer…
He follows her into the forest. We stay at his encampment for a moment and then move a little further up the beach, to where someone is crouched down under cover of the trees there. It's Kelso.
KELSO: Well now. Wasn't that interesting.