Lost, Season 1

Kate Austen:
You don't seem afraid at all. I don't understand that.

Jack Shephard:
Well, fear's sort of an odd thing. When I was in residency, my first solo procedure was a spinal surgery on a 16 year old kid, a girl. And at the end, after 13 hours, I was closing her up and I, I accidentally ripped her dural sac. Shredded the base of the spine where all the nerves come together, membrane as thin as tissue. And so it ripped open. And the nerves just spilled out of her like angel hair pasta, spinal fluid flowing out of her and I … And the terror was just so … crazy. So real. And I knew I had to deal with it. So I just made a choice. I'd let the fear in, let it take over, let it do its thing, but only for five seconds, that's all I was going to give it. So I started to count: One, two, three, four, five. Then it was gone. I went back to work, sewed her up and she was fine.

Kate Austen:
If that had been me, I think I would have run for the door.

Jack Shephard:
No, I don't think that's true. You're not running now.

Sayid Jarrah:
You'd think they would've come by now.

Charlie Pace:
What? Who?

Sayid Jarrah:
Anyone.

Jack Shephard:
[about airplane turbulence] It's normal.

Rose Henderson:
Oh, I know, I just never been a really good flyer. My husband keeps reminding me that planes wanna be in the air.

Jack Shephard:
He sounds like a very smart man.

Rose Henderson:
Be sure and tell him that when he gets back from the bathroom.

[The plane is really shaking now.]

Jack Shephard:
Well, I'll keep you company until he does. Don't worry it's going to be over--

[the plane tears apart in mid-air]

Hurley:
So, I was just looking inside the fuselage. It's pretty grim in there. You think we should do something about the, uh...

[Hurley stops and looks at the young Walt]

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
...b-o-d-y-s?

Michael Dawson:
What are you spelling, man? "Bodies"?

Walt Lloyd:
B-o-d-i-e-s.

[Kate and Jack get inside the cockpit.]

Kate Austen:
So, what does a transceiver look like?

Jack Shephard:
Complicated walkie-talkie.

[Kate climbs over the pilot, Seth Norris, looking for the transceiver when suddenly he takes a breath. Jack and Kate are shocked.]

Jack Shephard:
Hey! Can you hear me? [to Kate] I need that water. [He gives the pilot some water] Here. Here you go. Hey.

Seth Norris:
How many survived?

Jack Shephard:
At least 48. Does anything feel broken?

Seth Norris:
No, no. Just my head's a little dizzy, that's all.

Jack Shephard:
Yeah. It's probably a concussion.

Seth Norris:
How long has it been?

Jack Shephard:
Sixteen hours.

Seth Norris:
Sixteen? Has anybody come?

Jack Shephard:
Not yet.

Seth Norris:
Six hours in, our radio went out. No-one could see us. We turned back to land in Fiji. By the time we hit turbulence, we … we were a thousand miles off course. They're looking for us in the wrong place.

Shannon Rutherford:
I've just been through a trauma here, okay?

Boone Carlyle:
We've all been through a trauma. The only difference is, since the crash, you've actually given yourself a pedicure.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
[to Kate] I'm a complex guy, sweetheart.

John Locke:
Backgammon is the oldest game in the world. Archeologists found sets when they excavated the ruins of ancient Mesopotamia. Five thousand years old. That's older than Jesus Christ.

Walt Lloyd:
Did they have dice and stuff?

John Locke:
Mhhm. But theirs weren't made of plastic. Their dice were made of bones.

Walt Lloyd:
Cool.

John Locke:
Two players. Two sides. One is light... one is dark.

Charlie Pace:
That’s French! The French are coming! I’ve never been so happy to hear the French!

Sayid Jarrah:
Sixteen years. And five months. That's the count.

Boone Carlyle:
What the hell are you talking about?

Sayid Jarrah:
The iterations. It's a distress call. A plea for help. A mayday. If the count is right... It's been playing over... and over... for sixteen years.

Boone Carlyle:
Someone else? Was stranded here?

Kate Austen:
Maybe they came for them.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
If someone came, why is it still playing?

Charlie Pace:
Guys. Where are we?

Sayid Jarrah:
If we tell them what we know, we take away their hope... and hope is a very dangerous thing to lose.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Was it a dinosaur?

Jack Shephard:
It wasn't a dinosaur.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
If you didn't see it, how do you know it wasn't a dinosaur?

Jack Shephard:
Cause dinosaurs are extinct.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Oh, yeah, good point.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
You're just not looking at the big picture, Doc. You're still back in civilization.

Jack Shephard:
Yeah? And where are you?

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Me? I'm in the wild.

Charlie Pace:
So, your, uh... your husband, was he on the flight?

Claire Littleton:
Oh, no, I'm not married.

Charlie Pace:
Oh.

Claire Littleton:
I know. How modern of me.

Charlie Pace:
Well, who needs men, right? Bloody useless.

Jack Shephard:
Three days ago we all died. We should all be able to start over.

Sayid Jarrah:
We can find food. There are plenty of things on this island we can use for sustenance.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
And exactly how are we gonna find this sustenance?

[A knife is thrown into the seat next to Sawyer's head, everyone looks at Locke]

John Locke:
We hunt.

Kate Austen:
How did you get that on the plane?

John Locke:
Checked it.

Jack Shephard:
[pulling out the knife and handing it to Locke] You either have very good aim, or...[looks at Sawyer] very bad aim, Mr...

Michael Dawson:
Locke. His name is Locke.

Jack Shephard:
Okay Mr. Locke, what is it that we're hunting?

John Locke:
We know there are wild boar on the island. Razorbacks by the look of em. The ones that came into the camp last night were piglets: 100, 150 pounds each. Which means that there's a mother nearby. A 250-pound rat, with scimitar-like tusks, a surly disposition, who'd love nothing more than to eviscerate anything that comes near it. Boar's usual mode of attack is to circle around and charge from behind so I figure it'll take at least three of us to distract her long enough for me to flank one of the piglets, pin it and slit its throat.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
[to Jack] And you gave him his knife back?

Shannon Rutherford:
I'm not going to starve.

Boone Carlyle:
Right, what are you going to eat?

Shannon Rutherford:
The ocean's full of fish.

Boone Carlyle:
Hate to break it to you, the ocean's not gonna take your gold card.

Randy Nations:
What is it with you, Locke? Why do you torture yourself? I mean, imagining you're some hunter? Walkabouts? Wake up, you can't do any of that.

John Locke:
Norman Croucher.

Randy Nations:
What? Norman what?

John Locke:
Norman Croucher. Norman Croucher, double amputee, no legs. He climbed to the top of Mt. Everest. Why? It was his destiny.

Randy Nations:
That's what you think you've got, old man? Destiny?

John Locke:
Just don't tell me what I can't do.

Jack Shephard:
Everyone who was in the rear of the plane is dead.

Rose Henderson Nadler:
They're probably thinking the same thing about us.

Agent:
The Walkabouts we arrange here are not just some stroll through the park. It's trekking across vast stretches of desert, rafting bloody treacherous waters--

John Locke:
Look, you've got no idea who you're talking to. I'm well aware of what's involved, believe me. I probably know more than you on the subject.

Agent:
In any case, it's a trying ordeal for someone in peak physical condition, let alone--

John Locke:
Look, I booked this tour a month ago, you've already got my money. Now, I demand a place on that bus.

Agent:
You misrepresented yourself--

John Locke:
I never lied.

Agent:
By omission, Mr. Locke! You neglected to tell us about your condition.

John Locke:
My condition is not an issue. I've lived with it for 4 years. It's never kept me from doing anything.

Agent:
Look, unfortunately it is an issue for our insurance company. I can't keep the bus waiting any longer. It isn't fair to the other people.

John Locke:
Hey, don't talk to me about fair!

Agent:
I can get you on a plane back to Sydney on our dime. That's the best I can do.

John Locke:
No. I don't want to go back to Sydney. Look I've been preparing for this for years. Just put me on the bus, right now, I can do this.

Agent:
No, you can't.

John Locke:
Hey, hey, don't you walk away from me.

[Locke moves from under the desk, revealing that he is in a wheelchair]

John Locke:
You don't know who you're dealing with! Don't ever tell me what I can't do, ever! This is destiny. This is destiny. This is my destiny. [yelling] I'm supposed to do this, dammit! Don't tell me what I can't do! Don't tell me what I can't...

Christian Shephard:
So, you want to tell me what happened?

Jack Shephard:
A couple guys jumped Marc Silverman.

Christian Shephard:
A couple guys jumped Marc Silverman. But they didn't jump you?

Jack Shephard:
[beat] No.

[Christian goes to get himself another drink]

Christian Shephard:
I had a boy on my table today. I don't know, maybe a year younger than you. He had a bad heart. It got real hairy, real fast. And everybody's looking at your old man to make decisions. And I was able to make those decisions because at the end of the day, after the boy died, I was able to wash my hands and come home to dinner. You know, watch a little Carol Burnett, laugh till my sides hurt. And how can I do that, hmm? And even when I fail, how do I do that, Jack? Because I have what it takes. Don't choose, Jack, don't decide. You don't want to be a hero, you don't try and save everyone because when you fail... you just don't have what it takes.

John Locke:
Why are you out here, Jack?

Jack Shephard:
I think I'm going crazy.

John Locke:
No. You're not going crazy.

Jack Shephard:
No?

John Locke:
No, crazy people don't know they're going crazy. They think they're getting saner.

John Locke:
I'm an ordinary man, Jack, meat and potatoes, I live in the real world. I'm not a big believer in magic. But this place is different. It's special. The others don't want to talk about it because it scares them. But we all know it. We all feel it. Is your white rabbit a hallucination? Probably. But what if everything that happened here, happened for a reason? What if this person that you're chasing is really here?

Jack Shephard:
That's impossible.

John Locke:
Even if it is, let's say it's not.

Jack Shephard:
Then what happens when I catch him?

John Locke:
I don't know. But I've looked into the eye of this Island. And what I saw was beautiful.

Jack Shephard:
I want you to listen to me, okay. Because I'm asking you a favor, Chrissy. I'm standing in front of you in the same suit that I'm wearing to my father's funeral and I'm asking you a favor. In 16 hours I need to land at LAX, and I need that coffin to clear customs because there's going to be a hearse waiting there. And I need that hearse to take me and that coffin to a cemetery. Why? Chrissy, why can't I just bring him to a funeral home and make all the arrangements? Why can't I really take my time with it? Because... because I need it to be done. I need it to be over. I just—I need to bury my father.

Jack Shephard:
Leave him alone! It's been six days and we're all still waiting. Waiting for someone to come. But what if they don't? We have to stop waiting. We need to start figuring things out. A woman died this morning just going for a swim and he tried to save her, and now you're about to crucify him? We can't do this. Everyman for himself is not going to work. It's time to start organizing. We need to figure out how we're going to survive here. Now, I found water. Fresh water, up in the valley. I'll take a group in at first light. If you don't want to go come then find another way to contribute. Last week most of us were strangers, but we're all here now. And god knows how long we're going to be here. But if we can't live together, we're going to die alone.

Kate Austen:
It's just that you... and the tattoos... don't add up. Were you one of those hardcore spinal surgeons or something?

Jack Shephard:
That's me. Hardcore.

Charlie Pace:
If you two are done verbally copulating, we should get a move on.

Kate Austen:
Hey, Charlie, ask Jack about his tattoo.

Charlie Pace:
Oh, you guys have an inside joke. How absolutely wonderful for you both.

[Charlie is standing on a bee hive]

John Locke:
Pull yourself together, son.

Charlie Pace:
It wouldn't be an irrational fear of bees if I could just pull myself together, would it?

Kate Austen:
[About her T-shirt] It was, uh, it was full of bees.

Charlie Pace:
I'd have thought C's, actually.

Sayid Jarrah:
[to Jack] Is there a reason you didn't consult us when you decided to form your own civilization?

John Locke:
I think you're a lot stronger than you know, Charlie. And I'm going to prove it to you. I'll let you ask me for your drugs three times. The third time, I'm going to give them to you. Now, just so we're clear, this is one.

Charlie Pace:
Why? Why? Why are you doing this? To torture me? Just get rid of them and have done with it?

John Locke:
If I did that you wouldn't have a choice, Charlie. And having choices, making decisions based on more than instinct, is the only thing that separates you from him [indicating the boar].

Charlie Pace:
I'm a bloody rock god!

John Locke:
That's a moth cocoon. It's ironic, butterflies get all the attention; but moths -- they spin silk, they're stronger, they're faster.

Charlie Pace:
That's wonderful, but...

John Locke:
You see this little hole? This moth's just about to emerge. It's in there right now, struggling. It's digging its way through the thick hide of the cocoon. Now, I could help it, take my knife, gently widen the opening, and the moth would be free. But it would be too weak to survive. The struggle is nature's way of strengthening it. Now this is the second time you've asked me for your drugs back. Ask me again and it's yours.

Liam Pace:
You're still a junkie.

Charlie Pace:
You did this to me! It was about the music! The music, Liam. You took that away from me.

Liam Pace:
Listen, why don't you stay with us for a few weeks. Karen and me, we can get you help. Sydney's got some really good programs.

Charlie Pace:
Forget it.

[Charlie walks away]

Liam Pace:
Don't go.

Charlie Pace:
Thanks for your help, brother.

Liam Pace:
Stay, please. I'm just looking out for you!

Charlie Pace:
[angry] You never looked out for me!

Boone Carlyle:
[about Shannon's asthma] She's been embarrassed about it since she was a kid. I guess breathing isn't cool.

Jack Shephard:
[about Sawyer] I'm going to kill him.

Kate Austen:
That's not going to help us get the medicine.

Jack Shephard:
Maybe not, but it'll feel good.

Sayid Jarrah:
We do not have bamboo in Iraq, although we do have something similar -- reeds. But their effect is the same when the shoots are inserted underneath the fingernails.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
You know what I think, Ali. I think you've never actually tortured anybody in your life.

Sayid Jarrah:
Unfortunately for us both, you're wrong.

Kate Austen:
Are you serious?

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Baby, I am tied to a tree in a jungle of mystery. I just got tortured by a damn spinal surgeon and a gen-u-ine I-raqi. Of course, I'm serious.

Kate Austen:
This letter wasn't written to you. You wrote this letter. Your name's not Sawyer, is it?

James "Sawyer" Ford:
It was his name. He was a confidence man. Romanced my momma to get to the money, wiped them out clean, left a mess behind. So I wrote that letter. I wrote it knowing one day I'd find him. But that ain't the sad part. When I was 19, I needed 6 grand to pay these guys off I was in trouble with. So I found a pretty lady with a dumb husband who had some money. And I got them to give it to me. How's that for a tragedy? I became the man I was hunting. Became Sawyer. Don't you feel sorry for me.

Noor "Nadia" Abed-Jazeem:
[to Sayid] Am I so different from the little girl in the school yard who used to push you in the mud?

[Hurley has laid out a golf course.]

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Welcome to the first and... hopefully last Island Open! It's two holes, for now, three par, and no waiting!

Jack Shephard:
Hurley, you built... a golf course?

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Rich idiots fly to tropical islands all the time to whack balls around!

Michael Dawson:
[incredulous] All the stuff we gotta deal with, man... this is what you've been wasting your time on?"

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Dudes... listen. Our lives suck! Everyone's nerves are stretched to the max! We're lost on an island, running from boars and monsters... freakin' polar bears!

Michael Dawson:
Polar bears?

Charlie Pace:
You didn't hear about the polar bear?

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Look, all I'm saying is, if we're stuck here, then just surviving's not going to cut it. We need some kind of relief, you know. We need some way that we can, you know, have fun. That's right, fun. Or else we're just going to go crazy waiting for the next bad thing to happen.

Jack Shephard:
This is bad.

Michael Dawson:
Yeah. I mean, I know what I would do, but... this has gotta be your call.

Jack Shephard:
All right... give me the 7 iron.

Sayid Jarrah:
This isn't a game, Nadia.

Noor "Nadia" Abed-Jazeem:
Yet, you keep playing it, Sayid -- pretending to be something I know you're not.

Sayid Jarrah:
You'll find me in the next life, if not in this one.

Danielle Rousseau:
What?

Sayid Jarrah:
The writing on the back of Nadia's photograph. I know what it's like to hold on to someone. I've been holding on for the past 7 years to just a thought, a blind hope that somewhere she's still alive. But the more I hold on, the more I pull away from those around me. The only way out of this, this place, is with their help.

Jack Shephard:
That must have been a hell of a nightmare.

Claire Littleton:
Who said it was a nightmare?

Jack Shephard:
I'd say when someone makes their fists so tight they dig their fingernails a quarter of an inch into their palm they probably weren't dreaming about riding ponies.

Charlie Pace:
[imitating Claire's diary] "Dear Diary, still on the bloody island. Today I swallowed a bug. Love, Claire."

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
So, I had an idea. I'm out here looking for some psycho with Scott and Steve, right? And I'm realizing who the hell are Scott and Steve?

Jack Shephard:
I'm not following you.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Look, if I was a cop and some woman got attacked, we'd canvas, right? Knock on doors, find witnesses. But we don't even have doors.

Jack Shephard:
Hurley, you're not helping me understand where you're...

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Look, we don't know who's living here and who's still at the beach. I mean, we don't even know each other. My name isn't Hurley, it's Hugo Reyes. Hurley's just a nickname I have, alright? Why? I'm not telling. The point is, we've got to find out who everyone is.

Jack Shephard:
You want to start a census.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Yeah, a registry, you know, names, what people look like, who's related to who. I mean, we start laying down the law, maybe we'll stop attacking each other. It seems like someone's getting punched, or stabbed, or something every other day here. We've got to find out who did this to her.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
We just had a little incident in the valley last night.

Shannon Rutherford:
An incident?

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Yeah. Claire, the pregnant girl, you know her. She, uh, kinda got attacked.

Shannon Rutherford:
What?

Boone Carlyle:
She's okay?

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Yeah. She's a little shook up.

Shannon Rutherford:
I am so not moving to the rape caves!

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
We got a problem. The manifest. Jack, the census. The names of everyone who survived, all 46 of us. I interviewed everyone, here, at the beach. Got their names. One of them, one of them isn't — Jack! One of them isn't in the manifest. He wasn't on the plane.

John Locke:
[to Jack] I hunted with Ethan. I spent time with him. I never sensed anything -- off. But for everything that I know about hunting, tracking -- whoever he is, he knows more. If we catch up with him, I don't want anything to happen to the only trained physician on the Island. So go back, be the doctor. Let me be the hunter.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
So, a tribe of evil natives planted a ringer in the camp to kidnap a pregnant girl and a reject from VH1 has-beens. Yeah, fiendishly clever. And why am I getting the evening news from a six-year-old?

Walt Lloyd:
I'm ten.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Okay, then it must be true.

Boone Carlyle:
Red shirt. You ever watch Star Trek?

John Locke:
No, not really.

Boone Carlyle:
The crew guys that would go down to the planet with the main guys, the captain and the guy with the pointy ears, they always wore red shirts and they always got killed.

John Locke:
Yeah?

Boone Carlyle:
Yeah.

John Locke:
Sounds like a piss-poor captain.

Ethan Rom:
[to a subdued Jack] If you do not stop following me, I will kill one of them. Do you understand?

[Jack fights Ethan and is roundly defeated]

Ethan Rom:
No more warnings!

James "Sawyer" Ford:
I was protecting you!

Kate Austen:
From what? Southern perverts?

James "Sawyer" Ford:
[mocking Kate, in a caveman grunt] Me Kate. Me throw rock.

Jack Shephard:
[to Sawyer] If I keep giving you the pills you're going to be as right as rain. But I'm going to stop giving you the pills. And for 2 days you're going to think you're all good, then it's going to start to itch. The day after that the fever's going to come and you're going to start seeing red lines running up and down your arm. A day or two after that you'll beg me to take the case, just to cut off your arm.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
[handing over suitcase] Hope you got yourselves some jaws of life back in cave town. That's what it's gonna take to pop this bitch.

Rose Henderson Nadler:
It's a fine line between denial and faith. It's much better on my side.

Boone Carlyle:
So, not to be too difficult, but we've been coming here for two days just staring at this thing. I'm not really sure what we're supposed to be doing.

John Locke:
Ludovico Buonarrati, Michelangelo's father. He was a wealthy man. He had no understanding of the divinity in his son, so he beat him. No child of his was going to use his hands for a living. So, Michelangelo learned not to use his hands. Years later a visiting prince came into Michelangelo's studio and found the master staring at a single 18 foot block of marble. Then he knew that the rumors were true -- that Michelangelo had come in everyday for the last four months, stared at the marble, and gone home for his supper. So the prince asked the obvious -- what are you doing? And Michelangelo turned around and looked at him, and whispered, sto lavorando, I'm working. Three years later that block of marble was the statue of David.

Boone Carlyle:
We're not going to stare at this for 4 months, are we?

John Locke:
Hi.

Sayid Jarrah:
I didn't hear you.

John Locke:
Sorry. I'm sneakier than I give myself credit for.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
[to Jin] Are you sure you don't speak English? There's a rumor that you do... Your wife's hot!

[Jin looks bewildered]

Jack Shephard:
[indicating Locke] What do you think his story is?

Charlie Pace:
Who, Locke? Guy's a freak of nature. Highly disturbed. Chances are he probably killed all his mates at the post office the day his mum forgot to put a cookie in this lunch tin. That was my first impression anyway. Then he saved my life.

Jack Shephard:
Then you trust him?

Charlie Pace:
Trust him? No offense, mate, but if there was one person on this island that I would put my absolute faith in to save us all, it would be John Locke.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Got a new tourney lined up. We're playing for the last of the deodorant sticks.

John Locke:
Michael, I know it's been difficult to bond with your son. You know why he's formed an attachment to me? Because I treat him like an adult. You still treat him like a boy.

Michael Dawson:
He's 10 years old.

John Locke:
He's been through more than most people in their entire lifetimes. Maybe you haven't spent enough time with him to see it, but he's different.

Michael Dawson:
What did you say?

John Locke:
And we're not back home, Michael. As long as we're here, I think Walt should be allowed to realize his potential.

Michael Dawson:
Stay away from my son. And me.

Walt Lloyd:
Am I being punished?

Michael Dawson:
What? You think working with your old man is punishment? No, man, this us taking control of our destiny.

Walt Lloyd:
Feels like punishment.

Jack Shephard:
What is that?

Charlie Pace:
Claire's diary.

Sayid Jarrah:
You read her diary?

Charlie Pace:
Yeah, I know. I'm bloody scum.

Ethan Rom:
[to Charlie about Claire] You bring her here. If you don't, I'm going to kill one of them. And then, if you don't bring her back before sundown tomorrow, I'll kill another, and another, and another. One every day. And Charlie? I'll kill you last.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Looks like ol' Steve drew the short straw.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Dude, that was Scott.

Claire Littleton:
I remember peanut butter. Why do I remember peanut butter?

Charlie Pace:
It was imaginary peanut butter, actually.

Jack Shephard:
Do you know how to use a gun?

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Well, there's one polar bear that seems to think so.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Winner by a knockout. Nice one, Doc. Now maybe somebody can tell me who or what this son of a bitch is.

[Ethan moves to get up, Sawyer aims his gun at him]

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Unh-unh-unh, Jungle Boy. Not even for one second.

Charlie Pace:
Hurley, look, I appreciate the help. You don't have to. I killed Ethan, I can bury him.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Yeah, 'til he rises from the dead. Dude, I know how this works. This is going to end with you and me running through the jungle screaming and crying. He catches me first because I'm heavy and I get cramps.

[Kate and Sawyer are playing "I Never"]

James "Sawyer" Ford:
I never been to Disneyland.

[Kate doesn't drink.]

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Ah, that's just sad.

Kate Austen:
I never wore pink.

[Sawyer drinks.]

Kate Austen:
I knew it.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
The '80's. I never voted democrat.

[Kate doesn't drink.]

Kate Austen:
I never voted.

[Sawyer drinks.]

James "Sawyer" Ford:
I've never been in love.

Kate Austen:
You've never been in love?

James "Sawyer" Ford:
I ain't drinking, am I?

[Kate drinks.]

Kate Austen:
I've never had a one night stand.

[Sawyer drinks.]

Kate Austen:
Bottoms up, sailor.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
I've gotta drink for each one.

Kate Austen:
Your turn.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
I've never been married.

[Kate drinks a small sip.]

Kate Austen:
It didn't last very long. I never blamed a boar for all my problems.

[Sawyer drinks.]

James "Sawyer" Ford:
I never cared about having carte blanche because I just wanted to spend some time with the only other person on this Island that just don't belong.

[Kate drinks.]

Kate Austen:
I never carried a letter around for 20 years because I couldn't get over my baggage.

[Sawyer drinks.]

James "Sawyer" Ford:
I never killed a man.

[Kate drinks. Sawyer drinks.]

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Well, looks like we got something in common, after all.

John Locke:
My sister, Jeanie, died when I was a boy. Fell off the monkey bars and broke her neck. And my mother, well, my foster mother, she blamed herself, of course. She thought she wasn't watching close enough. So, she stopped eating, stopped sleeping. The neighbors started talking, afraid she might do something to herself, I guess. [Sipping coffee] Oh, that's good. Anyway, about 6 months after Jeanie's funeral, this golden retriever comes padding up our driveway, walks right into our house, sits down on the floor, and looks right at my mother, there on the couch. And my mother looks back at the dog. After about a minute of this, of them both staring at each other like that, my mother burst into tears. Beautiful dog, no tags, no collar, healthy, and sweet. The dog slept in Jeanie's old room, on Jeanie's old bed and stayed with us until my mother passed 5 years later. Then, disappeared back to wherever it was she came from in the first place.

Kate Austen:
So, you're saying the dog was your sister?

John Locke:
Well, that would be silly. But my mother thought it was, thought that Jeanie had come back to tell her the accident wasn't her fault, let her off the hook.

Christian Shephard:
You know why they call Australia down under, don't you? Because it's as close as you can get to hell without being burned.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
[to bartender] How about you leave the bottles? [to Christian] What'd you handle, back in the States?

Christian Shephard:
I was a Chief of Surgery.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Was?

Christian Shephard:
Yeah, was.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
So, we're in hell, huh?

Christian Shephard:
Don't let the air conditioning fool you, son. You are here, too. You are suffering. But, don't beat yourself up about it. It's fate. Some people are just supposed to suffer. That's why the Red Sox will never win the damn series. I have a son who's about your age. He's not like me, he does what's in his heart. He's a good man, maybe a great one. And right now, he thinks that I hate him. He thinks I feel betrayed by him. But what I really feel is gratitude, and pride because of what he did to me. What he did for me. It took more courage than I have. There's a pay phone over here. I could pick it up and I could call my son. I could tell him about all this. I could tell him that I love him. One simple phone call and I could fix everything.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Why don't you?

Christian Shephard:
Because I am weak.

Frank Duckett:
[to Sawyer, who has just shot him] It'll come back around.

[about Boone]

Shannon Rutherford:
Well, if you do see him, tell him to keep his stupid mouth shut. And if he does have something to say, he can leave Sayid out of it, and come say it to my face.

John Locke:
Should I be writing this down?

Shannon Rutherford:
Just tell him to stay the hell out of my business.

John Locke:
Do you like him?

Shannon Rutherford:
What?

John Locke:
Sayid.

Shannon Rutherford:
Are you serious?

John Locke:
Because if you do -- like him, what's it got to do with your brother? You're a grown woman. Sure, you can yell at Boone 'til you're blue in the face, but all you're doing is giving him what he wants.

Shannon Rutherford:
Yeah, what's that?

John Locke:
Your attention. Everyone gets a new life on this Island, Shannon. Maybe it's time you start yours.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Folks down on the beach might have been doctors and accountants a month ago, but it's Lord of the Flies time, now.

Sun Hwa-Kwon:
My husband is many things. But he is not a liar.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
You gonna lecture us about lying, Betty? From the look on his face even your old man here didn't know you speak English!

John Locke:
We're so intent on pointing the finger at one another that we're ignoring the simple undeniable truth that the problem isn't here, it's there! [pointing to the jungle] They've attacked us! Sabotaged us, abducted us. Murdered us! Maybe it's time we stop blaming us and start worrying about them! We're not the only people on this island and we all know it!

Jin Soo-Kwon:
[about Sun] In a good world... she would hate her father, not me.

Jin's father:
It is a good world.

Carmen Reyes:
Where are you taking me? You know very well I don't like surprises.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Oh, you're going to like this one, Ma. I mean, after everything you've been through...like Grandpa...

Carmen Reyes:
[Crosses self, says prayer in Spanish]

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Then at the funeral, Father Aguilar getting struck by lightning. Man, that was a freak storm. And Diego moving back home after Lisa left him for that...waitress.

Carmen Reyes:
Don't mention that whore to me!

Martha Toomey:
Sam and Leonard were stationed at a listening post monitoring long wave transmissions out of the Pacific. Boring job. Sam hated it, nothing to do but listen to static night after night. Until one night, about 16 years ago, there's something in the static, a voice comes through, a voice repeating those numbers over and over again. [Hurley nearly spills his tea.] A couple of days later we're at the fair in Kalgoorlie and some wally there has got this jar, must have been big as a pony, and it's filled to the rim with beans. Fella's offering 50 grand to anyone able to guess how many beans are in that jar, within 10.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Sam used the numbers?

Martha Toomey:
Yep, the answer was exact. To the bean. Men had been running the same scam for 40 years and nobody had ever come close. So we won the money. On the way home a pick-up truck blows a tire on the highway, hits us head on. Lost my leg that night.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
What about Sam?

Martha Toomey:
Barely a scratch. Most people would consider themselves lucky, but not him. He was never the same after that. He started keeping a record. Anything terrible that happened to anyone around us, he believed it was all because he used those numbers. He moved us out here in the middle of nowhere hoping it would stop.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Did it? Did he ever find a way to make it stop?

Martha Toomey:
Yep. He put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. What is it you're looking for Mr. Reyes?

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
I used them, the numbers, to win the lottery. And now I think I'm under the same curse.

Martha Toomey:
Curse? There's no curse.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
But you just told me...

Martha Toomey:
You think I'd still have my leg if Sam hadn't have picked the right number of beans?! You think that floods wouldn't have happened?! That homes wouldn't have burned down?! That people wouldn't have died?!

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Well, yeah.

Martha Toomey:
You make your own luck, Mr. Reyes. Don't blame it on the damn numbers. You're looking for an excuse that doesn't exist.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
What do these numbers mean? Please.

Danielle Rousseau:
I don't know.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
What? You don't know? Okay, that thing in the woods, maybe it's a monster, maybe it's a pissed off giraffe, I don't know! The fact that no one is even looking for us, yeah, that's weird, but I just go along with it because I'm along for the ride, good old fun time Hurley! Well guess what? Now, I want some friggin' answers!

Claire Littleton:
I'm pregnant, single, and on an Island in the middle of nowhere.

Charlie Pace:
You think you're the only person with baggage? You know what I was doing when the plane went down? I was snorting heroin in the toilet. I was such a junkie I couldn't even take a plane ride with out having a fix. I suppose that was your fault, as well? -- So how about it?

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
What?

Charlie Pace:
I just told you the biggest secret of my life. I thought you'd want to reciprocate.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Okay. Back home I'm worth 156 million dollars.

Charlie Pace:
Fine. Don't tell me.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Dude.

Charlie Pace:
I bare my soul, and all I get is bloody jokes!

Jack Shephard:
[on helping Sawyer] ...all I'm gonna get is a snappy one-liner, and, if I'm lucky, a brand-new nickname.

John Locke:
[about Emily Locke] She said that I didn't have a father -- that I was immaculately conceived.

Anthony Cooper:
[laughing] Really? Well, I guess that makes me god, huh?

Jack Shephard:
[diagnosing Sawyer] Have you ever had sex with a prostitute?

James "Sawyer" Ford:
What's that got to do with my headaches?

Jack Shephard:
Maybe a lot.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
...yes.

Jack Shephard:
Have you ever contracted an STD? [Sawyer is silent] I'll take that as a yes. When was your last outbreak?

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Go to hell, Doc.

Kate Austen:
I know he deserved it, but...

Jack Shephard:
He needs glasses.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
[on Sawyer's new glasses] Dude, looks like someone steamrolled Harry Potter.

John Locke:
[banging on the hatch] I've done everything you wanted me to do, so why did you do this to me?!

James "Sawyer" Ford:
The man's got what I call an overzealous work ethic.

Michael Dawson:
Try obsession. He wants off this Island bad, man.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Can't say I blame poor Kato. His lady speaks English all this time and he didn't have a clue? I'm surprised he didn't try to swim out of here.

Shannnon Rutherford:
Are you lost?

Sayid Jarrah:
No, absolutely not. Those trees look really familiar. It's this way...I think.

Shannnon Rutherford:
Did you just say 'I think'?

Boone Carlyle:
[to Jack] I know you made a promise. I'm letting you off the hook. Let me go, Jack.

Boone Carlyle:
Tell Shannon... Tell Shannon... Tell... [dies]

Jack Shephard:
He didn't die, he was murdered.

Kate Austen:
Where are you going?

Jack Shephard:
To find John Locke.

Sayid Jarrah:
I didn't know Boone very well, and for that I am sorry. On our sixth day here a woman named Joanna died. She drowned. And Boone was the first one into the water. I didn't know him, but I remember his courage. And I know he will be missed.

John Locke:
It was my fault. We found a plane, a Beechcraft, in the jungle. It was lodged in the canopy so -- I would have gone up, but I -- my leg was hurt so he -- there was a radio inside and he thought he could -- look, his weight must have made the plane shift and it fell -- and -- it happened because he was trying to help us. He was a hero.

Jack Shephard:
[approaching Locke] Where were you? Where were you? Where the hell were you, you son of a bitch?!

Shannnon Rutherford:
You asked if you could do anything for me.

Sayid Jarrah:
Anything.

Shannnon Rutherford:
John Locke killed my brother. Will you do something about that?

Kate Austen:
I crushed up some sleeping pills and put them in your juice.

Jack Shephard:
You drugged me?

Kate Austen:
Yeah.

Jack Shephard:
Oh. Okay.

Sayid Jarrah:
[noticing the scar where Locke's kidney was removed] What's that?

John Locke:
War wound.

Sayid Jarrah:
Looks more like a surgical scar.

John Locke:
Like I said, war wound.

Sayid Jarrah:
Take me to the hatch.

John Locke:
What? I already showed you....

Sayid Jarrah:
John! No more lies.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Why are we listening to Arzt?

Leslie Arzt:
Because I'm a doctor, and you're a hillbilly.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
You're a damn high school science teacher.

Jack Shephard:
[about the hatch] Best case scenario there's supplies -- worst case, we use it as a shelter.

Sayid Jarrah:
Actually, Jack, I can think of much worse cases than that. You notice anything about this hatch? There's no handle. Could the reason for that be more obvious?! Maybe it was never meant to be opened from the outside.

Charlie Pace:
Okay, check this out. This is track 2. It's called...Sorry. It's called "Monster Eats the Pilot".

Jack Shephard:
Who's coming?

Danielle Rousseau:
The Others. You have only 3 choices: run, hide...or die.

John Locke:
You booby-trapped your shelter with explosives. You have any more?

Danielle Rousseau:
Dynamite, at the Black Rock, in the dark territory.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Well, that's 3 reasons to go right there.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
By the time you get back we'll be in the water. Guess this is pretty much goodbye, then.

Jack Shephard:
Yeah, I guess it is. Good luck, Sawyer.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
[beat] Jack! About a week before we all got on the plane I got to talking to this man in a bar in Sydney. He was American, too. A doctor. I've been on some benders in my time, but this guy he was going for an all time record. It turns out this guy has a son his son's a doctor, too. They had some kind of big time falling out. The guy knew it was his fault even though his son was back in the States thinking the same damn thing.

[Jack starts to recognize who Sawyer's talking about]

James "Sawyer" Ford:
See, kids are like dogs: you knock 'em around enough, they'll think they did something to deserve it. Anyway, there's a pay phone in this bar. And this guy, Christian... tells me he wishes he had the stones to pick up the phone, call his kid, tell him he's sorry, that he's a better doctor than he'll ever be he's proud and he loves him. I had to take off, but something tells me he never got around to making that call. Small world, huh?

Jack Shephard:
[unable to hold back tears] Yeah...

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Good luck, Jack.

Australian Official:
[taking Kate's toy plane out of the Marshal's case] What's this, then?

Edward Mars:
That's a good story, you want to tell it, huh, Kate? [Mars takes the plane] This belonged to her childhood sweetheart, who she got killed a couple of years ago when she was on the run. Poor guy -- a wife, a 2 year old kid. What was his name? Hmm? Well, somewhere along the way during the 3 years that I was chasing her, she starts calling me, at my house, and whining on about her mitigating circumstances. But what she's really doing...is taunting me. So, I tell her that I've got whats-his-name's little toy airplane in a safe deposit box in New Mexico. So, she somehow figures out which bank, which safe deposit box. She seduces some idiot to rob the damn bank, and then she puts a bullet in her new friend because she's done using him. But she leaves all the money. She just takes the plane...because that's the one thing in the whole world that Kate does care about. She has no attachments, and I think she's telling herself she needs it to atone for killing her boyfriend, whats-his-name. God, Kate, c'mon, what was his name?

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
So, Arnzt.

Leslie Arzt:
No. Not Arnzt. Arzt. A-R-Z-T.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Sorry, man. Your name's hard to pronounce.

Leslie Arzt:
Well, I know a bunch of ninth graders who pronounce it just fine.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
How 'bout I just call you by your first name?

Leslie Arzt:
How 'bout you don't?

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
Why not? I remember it from the plane's manifest. I think Leslie's a bitchin' name.

Leslie Arzt:
Arnzt is fine.

[at the Black Rock]

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
How exactly does something like this happen?

Danielle Rousseau:
Are you on the same island as I am?

Leslie Arzt:
You know what? I'm -- I'm sorry, I'm so... I'm sorry that I'm not cool enough to be part of your merry little band of adventurers.

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
What?

Leslie Arzt:
I know a clique when I see it. I teach high school, pal-y. You know, you people think you're the only ones on this Island doing anything of value. I've got news for you. There were 40 other survivors of this plane crash. And we are all people, too.

Leslie Arzt:
Do any of you have any idea what happens to dynamite in 90+ degree heat, huh? [Arzt pries open the crate with a pocket knife] So you know? Any of you? It sweats nitroglycerin. [Jack starts moving toward him] Whoa, hey, what you doing? Did I ask you to come closer? [He removes a stick of dynamite from the crate] Dynamite is nitroglycerin stabilized by clay. Nitroglycerin is the most dangerous and unstable explosive known to man. Hey, Kate give me your shirt. Now, princess, give me your shirt. I need to wrap the dynamite. Just throw it to me, right here. Be careful, c'mon, hurry up. [She gives him her shirt] Okay, good, now back up, back up, back up. Just back up. Get out of my way. Any of you ever hear about the guy who invented nitroglycerin? Probably not -- because he blew his freaking face off. [Arzt wets Kate's shirt and wraps it around the dynamite] His lab assistant came into the room, saw that his mentor detonated, and he said, "Huh, I guess this stuff does work." Alright, we're not going to take any more of this stuff than we need because nitroglycerin is extremely temperamental, so we-

[Arzt waves the dynamite carelessly, causing it to detonate and blow himself up]

Hugo "Hurley" Reyes:
[to Jack] You got some... Arnzt on you.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
[reading private messages] Who the hell is Hugo and how's he got a 160 million dollars to leave to his mom?

Jack Shephard:
What the hell was all that about back there, John?

John Locke:
What was what about?

Jack Shephard:
You asked me to let you go.

John Locke:
That's right.

Jack Shephard:
That thing was taking you down the hole and you asked me to let you go.

John Locke:
It wasn't going to hurt me.

Jack Shephard:
No, John, it was going to kill you.

John Locke:
I seriously doubt that.

Jack Shephard:
Look, I need for you -- I need for you to explain to me what the hell's going on inside your head, John. I need to know why you believe that that thing wasn't going to...

John Locke:
I believe that I was being tested.

Jack Shephard:
Tested?

John Locke:
Yeah, tested. I think that's why you and I don't see eye-to-eye sometimes, Jack -- because you're a man of science.

Jack Shephard:
Yeah, and what does that make you?

John Locke:
Me, well, I'm a man of faith. Do you really think all this is an accident -- that we, a group of strangers survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence -- especially, this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason.

Jack Shephard:
Brought here? And who brought us here, John?

John Locke:
The island. The island brought us here. This is no ordinary place, you've seen that, I know you have. But the island chose you, too, Jack. It's destiny.

Jack Shephard:
Did you talk with Boone about destiny, John?

John Locke:
Boone was a sacrifice that the island demanded. What happened to him at that plane was a part of a chain of events that led us here -- that led us down a path -- that led you and me to this day, to right now.

Jack Shephard:
And where does that path end, John?

John Locke:
The path ends at the hatch. The hatch, Jack -- all of it -- all of it happened so that we could open the hatch.

Jack Shephard:
No, no, we're opening the hatch so that we can survive.

John Locke:
Survival is all relative, Jack.

Jack Shephard:
I don't believe in destiny.

John Locke:
Yes, you do. You just don't know it yet.

Michael Dawson:
Since the day you told me you wanted on this raft, I couldn't figure it out. Why does a guy who only cares about himself want to risk his life to save everyone else? The way I see it, there's only two choices -- you're either a hero or you want to die.

James "Sawyer" Ford:
Well, I ain't no hero, Mike.

Jack Shephard:
Everybody wants me to be a leader until I make a decision that they don't like. You want to keep second guessing me, Kate? That's your call. There's something that you need to know -- if we survive this, if we survive tonight -- we're going to have a Locke problem. And I have to know that you've got my back.

Kate Austen:
I've got your back.

Tom Friendly:
What's going on?! What are you folks doing this far out here?!

Michael Dawson:
We were, we were -- the plane crashed! We were on the Island for a month, man!

Tom Friendly:
Plane crash, huh? Well, how about that?

Michael Dawson:
We were on an Island -- oh, flight 815 -- hey, where are we?!

Tom Friendly:
Well, it's a good thing we found you.

Michael Dawson:
Yeah, yeah, we survived and there's a whole group of people on the...

Tom Friendly:
Well, ain't that something?

Michael Dawson:
Yeah!

Tom Friendly:
Only, the thing is, we're going to have to take the boy.

[the mood changes suddenly]

Michael Dawson:
What? What'd you say?

Tom Friendly:
The boy, we're going to have to take him.

Michael Dawson:
Hey, what the hell's going on here? Who are you people?

Tom Friendly:
Just give us the boy.

Michael Dawson:
I'm not giving you anybody.

Tom Friendly:
Well, alright then.

[Tom shuts the boat light off, and the Others attack]