Act II, Scene II
The dead of night on the beach. JD is shivering under a thin overcoat, trying vainly to get to sleep. A shadow falls over him.
DR. COX: Here.
He throws JD a blanket, walking off before a grateful JD can say anything. JD covers himself with the blanket and allows his gaze to sweep across the beach. A few of the survivors are still awake and talking, a few still maintaining their lonely vigil over the funeral pyre of the fuselage.
JD: (voice-over) I couldn't pretend that this had been a normal couple of days, even by my life's standards. None of us knew how we'd survived that crash as well as we had, or what this island had in store for us. Being rescued had gone from something we were sure we only had to wait for to something we were less and less certain was going to happen soon...if at all. And none of us could pretend there weren't things to worry even the most optimistic...
As he says this, we quickly cut to the forest. Kate and Sawyer have camped in the middle of a small clearing. Though we can't hear what they're saying, Sawyer has a bottle of alcohol. They're playing 'I Never'.
We cut to another part of the forest. The Marshall has likewise made a small camp for himself, a small fire. He stares into the flames, turns his head to regard the now-distant flames of the fuselage blaze. His eyes gleam.
And we cut back to the beach, and Ethan Rom emerging from the forest, slipping quietly back into the ranks of those assembled there with no-one the wiser...
...no-one, it seems, but Charlie, who has just finished rubbing a white substance on his gums from the cover of the treeline. His puzzled frown follows Ethan until the heroin kicks in and is replaced by a gleeful bliss at life.
JD: (voice-over) ...but there were glimpses of humanity too. Whether from those chosen to lead-
Jack and Sayid are deep in conversation with each other. Sitting alongside, Hurley is trying manfully to stay awake. His eyes shut and he very slowly topples sideways onto the beach. Jack grins and throws a blanket over his slumbering form before resuming the conversation.
JD: ...those just discovering that there may be a place in the world where they fit in...
Ted stands by the boar roasting on the spit. He carves a piece for a grateful survivor who thanks him. Ted looks quite speechless at the gratitude but finally manages to say 'you're welcome'. Locke pats him on the shoulder.
JD: ...even those who didn't know they had it in them.
Boone walks up to Claire with another blanket, before seeing that she's asleep already under the one she possesses. He turns to walk away and then reconsiders, dropping it over her sleeping form anyway.
CLAIRE: (stirring, opening her eyes)Thanks.
BOONE: (surprised) ...no problem.
JD: (voice-over) It could have been worse. Of course, it could have been better too. I could have won $57 million dollars on the Lottery like Elliot and be sailing off around the world on my luxury private yacht...
JD yawns. His voice-over voice gets appropriately sleepy.
JD: (voice-over) I wonder what she's up to...?
Act II, Scene III
A fabulous luxury yacht, its white sails billowing magnificently in the wind, cuts through the ocean like a hot knife through butter. It sails directly toward the camera and we pan upwards, travelling along its hull, skipping off the deck rail and zooming over the spacious, polished wood surface until we arrive at the door to the yacht's belowdecks, where we pause…
…and hear the sound of someone being noisily sick. Again. And again.
A few moments later, Dr. Elliot Reed staggers out onto decks. If she were any greener, she'd be Al Gore. She casts a look of pure hatred at the ocean and produces a large phone (presumably a satellite phone) with a bolted-on battery pack. She stabs in numbers.
JD: (voice-over, in an extremely smooth voice) Hey, you've reached the cellphone of Dr. John Dorian. Seems like I'm not around right now – probably off saving a few lives as we Doctors do. Leave a message after the –
Beep.
ELLIOT: JD? JD come on, pick up. JD, I know you're there.
As she says this, we get another view of the yacht on the ocean, this time from the opposite angle. Elliot's yacht is heading for an island. An extremely familiar-looking island.
ELLIOT: Oh come on, where else could you be? I know you're not due back from that stupid conference until tomorrow.
A faint droning noise begins. Elliot doesn't seem to notice.
ELLIOT: So, Shaun left me. We made port at Fiji a while back and we'd been, you know, discussing some things in our relationship and so next thing I know he's taken a job at the Fiji Dolphin Project. I only found out a day later there's no such thing – he'd gone to a souvenir shop and had a T-shirt printed with 'Fiji Dolphin Project'. Can you believe that?
We go to a low view on the deck looking upward at Elliot talking into the phone. There's an airliner high in the skies above.
ELLIOT: I can't believe he's gone. I just feel like my whole world is breaking up-
The airliner breaks into two pieces.
ELLIOT: And even though I have all this money, I'm starting to feel like…I'm cursed. Like this money has brought me nothing but bad luck. I know that's crazy…
The tail section begins to drop at a phenomenal rate toward the yacht. Finally, Elliot seems to register the noise. She looks up in time to see hundreds of tons of falling metal dropping out of the sky directly above her.
ELIOT: (weakly)Oh, frick…
She makes a desperate leap off the yacht just as the tail section impacts. A huge wall of water rises, and we follow Elliot underwater as she struggles against the raging currents. The tail section sinks right beside her, and she has time to glimpse a terrified passenger's face through one of the windows before it passes from view.
Elliot surfaces, gasping in shock and gasping for air. More debris is still raining down. An explosion rips across the water's surface, forcing her back underwater to escape the blast. The waters are so clear that she can see the tail section sinking thirty feet or so below her. Kicking shapes are trying valiantly to free themselves.
Elliot surfaces again. The beach is less then forty feet away. Elliot stares at it for a moment, but her expression changes. She takes a huge breath and dives straight downward, making for the tail section wreckage, which seems now to be slowly rising to the surface, passing desperate survivors swimming desperately for air (including Ana-Lucia).
Some time later, Elliot emerges from the water, dragging the terrified boy Jake, holding onto his teddy bear like grim death. Elliot is carrying the unconscious body of his sister Emma in her arms. She lays Emma down on the sand and checks her breathing.
JAKE: Is she OK?
ELLIOT: She's breathing.
Mr. Eko and Ana Lucia come to look just as Emma comes to.
EMMA: Where's my Mom?
ANA LUCIA: We don't know.
EMMA: She's meeting us in Los Angeles...
ELLIOT: Oh please. Don't talk to me about mothers letting you down. My 13th birthday party, my Mom decided that was the time to debut her latest trick of vomiting whiskey in a spectacular and actually quite impressive parabolic arc into the pool from our third-storey window butt naked and with SLAVE WHORE written all over herself in lipstick. It took Jorge three weeks to clean it up Of course it would have taken him less time if Mom hadn't been locked in his man-jingo hut embrace for most of it. Which-
ANA LUCIA: (to Emma, comfortingly)I'm gonna get you home soon, OK? (to Elliot, taking her aside) Could you please crazy-babble somewhere else? We got two kids in deep shock and sick and dying people all over this beach. (to Mr. Eko, who is standing with them) We need a doctor.
MR. EKO: I will pray for a doctor.
ELLIOT: I'm a doctor.
MR. EKO: Christ have mercy.
ELLIOT: I'm sorry, OK? I get a little rattled when planes fall on my head and destroy my yacht and leave me stranded on an island with dead people bobbing up and down like whack-a-mole heads. So cut me some frickin slack and bring me some sick people and I will try my best to save their lives. Got it?
She drops to her hands and knees beside the nearest injured person - it's Donald, with the injured leg. Mr. Eko and Ana Lucia stare at her blankly for another moment. Elliot looks up at them. Her eyes flash.
ELLIOT: NOW!
They obey. Mr. Eko pauses for long enough to assign the two children to the flight attendant.
We see a montage of people being pulled out of the water, both living and dead. The dead are brought to one side of the beach, the living to where Elliot is working. She has roped a small cadre of the relatively unscathed into acting as field nurses and is barking out orders.
LIBBY: I can help. I did a year of med school.
ELLIOT: Go re-set that man's ankle. Sharp tug. Keep him talking.
LIBBY: Got it.
DONALD: My leg...God, it hurts...
ELLIOT: I've done what I can for the pain. There are others that need me, Donald. I'll be back, okay?
He nods up at her, through gritted teeth. She moves off, but it becomes clear that she's becoming increasingly frustrated. Ana Lucia and Eko bring her another survivor, moaning and groaning. They lie her on the beach. Elliot examines her and stands up, cursing fluently in German.
ELLIOT: I can't help these people without medicines! What am I meant to give them?
ANA LUCIA: Yeah well I don't remember seeing a multitude of doctors on board, honey, so you're gonna have to make do with what we got.
ELLIOT: What we got is tree bark and vines! I'm a doctor, not George of the frickin Jungle! I need my bag!
ANA LUCIA: You have a bag?
ELLIOT: It was on the yacht...before it got bitch-smacked by the ass-half of your jumbo. I think our chances of finding it rank right up there with there being a giant four-toed foot statue down the beach.
Goodwin chooses that moment to run from the jungle, shouting to Mr. Eko, who is closer. Eko jogs to Ana Lucia and Elliot.
EKO: Another one alive. Trapped in a tree.
ELLIOT: Stay here. Apply pressure. I'll go.
She runs into the jungle with Eko, looking over at him as he runs purposefully beside her.
ELLIOT: (voice-over) I didn't know where I was, why I was here, or where I was running to…I only knew one thing: that people needed help. (pause) and that whoever he was, he ran like a sack full of spare elbows (her head tilts downward) cute butt, though...
They arrive at the trees. Bernard is suspended from a few branches, still strapped into his chair.
GOODWIN: He says his name is Bernard.
ELLIOT: Bernard? You're gonna be fine.
BERNARD: (in shock)Is he dead? I think he's dead...
He's referring to a fellow passenger, hanging suspended not a few feet away. The man is very obviously dead. Elliot registers this and seems to swallow back nausea. She forces calm into her voice. We see the branches supporting Bernard began to bend.
ELLIOT: Bernard? Unbuckle your seatbelt - grab the branch next to you.
BERNARD: I don't think I can do that...
ELLIOT: You unbuckle that seatbelt and grab that branch right now, mister, do you hear me? You do that RIGHT FRICKIN NOW!
Bernard is out of the seatbelt and onto the branch before he knows what's happening. The branch previously holding his chair breaks, sending his chair and the dead passenger hurtling to the ground.
We pan back to see Mr. Eko and Goodwin staring at Elliot. She feels their gazes and grins in a 'what, me?' way, before returning her attention back to Bernard.
ELLIOT: Climb down slowly, Bernard. The important thing is to stay calm.
Bernard nods. He begins to climb down, slowly and carefully.
ELLIOT: That's good. One false move and you could be OH MY BAJINGOIN JESUS!
Bernard almost falls from the trunk. He scrabbles for purchase.
BERNARD: What? What??? What is it???
ELLIOT: I don't believe it...
We pan outward to see what she sees; suspended from the branch below Bernard is a large bag. A large medical bag.
Elliot exhales, but her delighted grin slowly fades as she realises the implications. We hear her earlier snippet of conversation with Ana Lucia about the spectacularly long odds of finding the bag...and yet here it is, hanging invitingly above their heads.
ELLIOT: What is this place...?
As she says it, we see Goodwin staring at her in a distinctly hostile way...