Pilot (Final Production Draft)

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OVER BLACKNESS, MUSIC. OMINOUS AND FOREBODING. THEN, OUT OF THE DARKNESS, A SINGLE WORD. FLOATING IN SPACE, OUT OF FOCUS, TOWARD CAMERA. AS IT APPROACHES IT COMES INTO FOCUS, BUT IT'S SHARP ONLY FOR A BRIEF MOMENT:

LOST

AS IT NEARS US IT AGAIN LOSES FOCUS -- AND AS WE MOVE THROUGH THE "O" OUR MUSIC CRESCENDOS, THEN STOPS ABRUPTLY AS WE CUT TO:

2 A MAN'S EYE

EXTREME CLOSEUP. Open wide. The man's skin wet, speckled with soil and flecks of blood. His breathing CLOSELY MIKED --
erratic. This man's in shock. The SOUNDS of INSECTS and ANIMALS other-worldly. A blink. Then, the REVERSE ANGLE: staring up hundreds of BAMBOO STALKS. Sunlight almost impenetrable through the dense forest.

SLIGHTLY WIDER on the Man's face as he stares upward, disoriented, stunned. 40-years-old. Fit. In normal circumstances, one glance would make you feel confident in him. Trusting. But here, now, he's the one in trauma.

His name is JACK.

Then, a RUSTLING SOUND -- something COMING -- it gets LOUDER and Jack suddenly SNAPS his head to the side to see something appear through the thick bamboo foliage --

A WHITE LABRADOR.

Collar. Tags. It stops abruptly, twenty feet away from Jack, looking at him. And for the first time, we PULL BACK TO A WIDE SHOT of the intense, alien-looking BAMBOO FOREST. The dog just stares at Jack, who we now see wears a BUSINESS SUIT and lies on his back, caught in broken bamboo stalks. And Jack just stares back.

It's an odd tableau -- man and dog looking at each other, both entirely out of place...

Finally the Lab turns and huffs back into the jungle, disappearing in the claustrophobic bamboo -- and Jack would call out "Wait" if he could even think that clearly and he turns to sit up and it's a PAINFUL MOVE -- he manages to extricate himself from the plants -- and while still on his knees, he opens up his suit jacket to check out the source of his pain. Something on his left side -- but we're so TIGHT on his face that whatever he sees, we don't. Yet.

His reaction to his wound is more disappointed than terrified. He manages to get to his feet, feeling something in his jacket pocket. He reaches in... and pulls out a MINIATURE BOTTLE OF VODKA.

And we HOLD ON his face as he looks at it... considering... his heart beginning to POUND, his fear growing, as does a SOUND -- a FRIGHTENING, ODD SOUND -- something REVVING in the distance -- SOMETHING LOUD -- and the horror of what he suddenly understands far outweighs any physical pain. He moves off --

3 EXT. BAMBOO FOREST - DAY

Jack moves as fast as he can through the THICK BAMBOO -- and as he goes there's something that almost beckons to him -- he hurries through the thick growth, his determined eyes focused on the thing he approaches -- and as he gets closer to it, we finally see it:

A WHITE TENNIS SHOE

Laces untied, caught mid-fall in a bamboo tree, hanging by a branch, twelve feet above ground. He stops for a moment, looks at it. Again: THE LOUD REVVING -- but it's CLOSER NOW - - and suddenly the most important thing in the world is that he get there and fast -- so he's moving now, even faster than before -- through a straight-away miracle path, he's near SPRINTING now -- BREATHING QUICKLY, ERRATICALLY as he makes his way --

4 EXT. BRUSH - DAY

-- and now he's running from bamboo into JUNGLE BRUSH -- thick still, but there's some more sunlight and he's almost there and finally he bursts out of the brush onto --

5 EXT. BEACH - DAY

-- and Jack runs up, finally stopping dead in an EXTREME CLOSEUP.

He's bathed in SUNLIGHT now -- squinting at what he sees -- and we're just on his eyes. HOLD ON HIM, in shock, until he moves forward -- and IN THE SAME SHOT, we PAN AS HE MOVES -- 180 DEGREES UNTIL WE'RE BEHIND HIM, LOOKING OUT ON SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIC. Only twenty yards away...

6 A PLANE CRASH ON THE BEACH

777 -- PASSENGER AIRLINER -- 250-Seater -- the MIDDLE SECTION of the fuselage PLOWED INTO THE SAND -- one WING STICKING STRAIGHT UP, TOWERING SEVEN STORIES INTO THE SKY, sporadic SPARKS BURSTING FROM THE INVERTED ENGINE, showering down on the absolute MAYHEM on the sand --

7 ANGLE

-- and it is like a fucking WARZONE: scattered FIRES and wreckage -- DOZENS OF PEOPLE RUNNING ABOUT, some injured, others not -- they're helping each other, SCREAMING -- their cries drowned out by the SOUND and WIND caused by the ENORMOUS JET ENGINE -- no, not the one on the wing pointing upward -- the other one -- the one on the INVERTED WING, now cracked off its brackets and resting at SAND LEVEL. And the ENGINE STILL REVS -- SPASTICALLY, ERRATICALLY -- SPEWING COOLANT and SPARKS and SUCKING IN SAND every time it THROTTLES UP --

8 TIGHT ON JACK

as he takes this in, overwhelmed -- knowing he's part of it -- his eyes WELL UP in fear -- sorrow -- confusion -- and he turns to look for help --

9 ANGLE

-- but what he sees... is nothing. His look spans 360 degrees: there's only spectacular ocean, waves violently CRASHING as far as a half mile from shore -- a distant coastline -- then MOUNTAINS -- jagged, 2000-foot high peeks -- a deep valley of JUNGLE -- then his eyes are back on the horror of the CRASH --

10 ANGLE

-- where DOZENS OF LIVES are in the balance -- and all at once he knows that some -- perhaps most -- will die if he doesn't take action -- and so he does --

11 EXT. CRASH SITE - DAY

Chaos. Terror. Smoke, fumes, fire -- people desperately trying to help each other -- running, screaming -- everything happening at once --

12 ANGLE

And amid the madness, the JET ENGINE MOMENTARILY REVS DOWN -- enough to HEAR A MAN'S SCREAM -- Jack turns to the source: a MAN is caught -- STUCK UNDERNEATH two rows of airplane seats -- ten feet to the side of the malfunctioning engine --Jack hurries across the insanity toward the man -- flash- passing pieces of conversation as he runs --

KOREAN MAN
(searching for his wife)
-- SUN!!! SUN!!!

MAN #1
-- GET AWAY FROM THE GAS!!!
STAY OVER THERE!!!

WOMAN #2
-- SHE WAS RIGHT HERE! I
DON'T KNOW!

MAN #2
I NEED SOME HELP! PLEASE--!

13 ANGLE

-- Jack races past a pretty 20-year-old girl who we HOLD ON
for a moment -- she just stands there, SCREAMING LIKE A
MOTHERFUCKER. We'll meet her later.

14 ANGLE

Jack gets to the man stuck under the seats -- he's too close
to the terrifying, LOUD ENGINE -- which is still so hot that HEAT RIPPLES can be seen behind Jack -- who sweats now as he
tries to LIFT THE ROW OF SEATS off the man --

With the DEAFENING VOLUME of the jet drowning out any
dialogue, we see Jack YELLING for TWO MEN close by (one of
them is LOCKE, 58, someone else we'll get to know in a bit) --
they run over and help -- and the three STRAIN HARD as they
lift the chair sections off -- Jack then moves to the man --
whose leg BLEEDS SEVERELY.

Jack rips off his tie, immediately goes to business the way
only a man with medical training could: he begins making a
TOURNIQUET, tying the injured man's leg off --

15 ANGLE

As he ties the leg, Jack looks up to see a whole mess of
simultaneous emergencies -- including a 60-year-old WOMAN in a PEACH BLOUSE, who lies unconscious with a 30-year-old MAN desperately trying to revive her --

16 WHIP PAN

across the beach of debris to a PREGNANT WOMAN, on her knees, struggling to stand, but with no one to help --

17 ANGLE

Jack then yells to the two Men he's with to take the
Tourniquet Man to safety -- and Jack RUNS -- OVER THE WING,

18 BEHIND THE MONSTROUS REVVING ENGINE --

over to the Australian Pregnant Woman (CLAIRE) -- he helps her up -- helps her walk -- but she stumbles again, strains:

CLAIRE
-- I'm having contractions --

Jack helps her lie down--

JACK
-- That's not ideal... how many months
pregnant are you -- ?

CLAIRE
(crying)
-- Almost eight months --

19 ANGLE

-- and he glances up, checking on the unconscious 60-year-old
Woman in the peach blouse, the 30-year-old Man still trying to revive her -- though his eyes are there, he asks Claire:

20 ANGLE

JACK
-- How far apart are they -- ?

CLAIRE
-- I don't know, a few of 'em just
happened --

21 AND WE CUT BACK

to the two Men, carrying Tourniquet Man away from --

22 THE LOUD ENGINE

-- and they're at a safe distance -- that's when ANOTHER MAN,
his back to us -- someone we haven't seen -- runs past us, just in front of the massive engine -- just as it REVS FULL BLAST -- AND THE MAN GETS SUCKED INTO THE ENGINE AND JUST AS HE HITS THE BLADES WE CUT BACK TO:

23 JACK

With Claire as the engine EXPLODES in the distance behind
them -- camera ROCKED, Claire SCREAMS, Jack COVERS Claire
with his body as debris falls -- LITTERING THE SITE WITH PIECES OF FIERY DEBRIS.

24 ANGLE

At least the HORRIBLE ENGINE NOISE IS GONE now -- and with Jack's horrified face close to Claire's, he forces himself to appear calm -- to his focus on her:

JACK
-- listen to me-- listen to me, you're
gonna be okay -- do you understand? But
you need to lie absolutely st--

CLAIRE
(suddenly, winces, scared)
-- There -- God, that's a big one--

JACK
-- Okay --
(looks up, calls out:)
YOU!

The random person who turns is a MAN -- a large guy, more or
less frozen in terror -- this is HURLEY.

JACK (CONT’D)
COME HERE!

HURLEY
-- The -- the plane crashed--

JACK
Yeah, I know -- get over here!

And Hurley does -- in this moment he might just follow anyone
anywhere -- Jack rips off his watch, gives it to him:

JACK
-- I need you to get this
woman away from these fumes!
Take her over there!
-- Then stay with her! Don't
let her move! If her
contractions occur closer
than three minutes apart,
call out for me!

HURLEY

-- Okay -- okay--

-- You gotta be kidding me --
JACK (CONT’D)
(with bedside manner, to Claire)
I'll be back soon.

CLAIRE
-- Thank you --

Jack's already up -- Hurley calling out:

HURLEY
-- Hey, what's your name?!

And here it is, the first time we've heard it:

JACK
Jack!

And Hurley turns back to Claire, who says, crying:

CLAIRE
-- I'm sorry --

Hurley quickly begins helping Claire up -- and though terrified, he tries to comfort her --

HURLEY
-- Don't be sorry -- this wasn't your
fault --

25 WITH JACK NOW

-- as he runs to the unconscious 60-year-old Peach Blouse
Woman (ROSE) -- immediately taking over for the 30-year-old,
whose name is BOONE:

JACK
-- Stop -- her head's not
tilted far back enough --
you're blowing air into her
stomach--
(as he does the work)
-- You seriously need to
think about giving back that
license --

BOONE

-- Are you sure? I'm a
lifeguard! I'm licensed!

And Jack's performing it now on Rose the way it should be --
breath, breath, pump, pump, pump --

BOONE
That's exactly what I was doing!

26 ANGLE - HURLEY AND CLAIRE

As Hurley moves with Claire to an area on the other side of
the plane -- Claire lying down again, in pain, on the sand.

26 ANGLE - JACK AND ROSE

As he keeps trying CPR on her -- Boone watching --

BOONE
-- Hey man, she's still not breathing!
(then)
Maybe we need to do one of those hole
things -- where you stick a pen in her
throat?

JACK
(just get the fuck outta here)
-- Yeah, good idea -- you go get me a
pen!

And Boone hurries off -- Jack, just relieved to be rid of him, goes back to Rose -- trying to bring her back -- when suddenly: WREEEEEEEEEEORRRRRR!!! -- a LOUD METALLIC WHINE which makes Jack TURN AROUND to look --

Dear God, it's --

28 THE FUCKING WING

-- THE 75-FOOT WING POINTING TOWARD GOD -- IT'S ACTUALLY BENDING AT THE FUSELAGE WHERE IT'S CRACKED -- IT'S STOPPED FOR THE MOMENT, BUT IT'S CLEAR: THIS THING IS MOMENTS AWAY FROM CRASHING DOWN UPON THE SAND -- WHIP PAN down to the sand -- WHERE HURLEY AND CLAIRE REST ON THE SAND, oblivious -- and in the direct path of the enormous metallic WING FULL OF FUEL -- HORRIFIED --

29 JACK WORKS ON THE WOMAN FASTER NOW

JACK
-- Come on! Come on!

30 AND THE WING BENDS AGAIN --

about to go -- a SHOT FROM ABOVE THE WING -- FUEL SPRAYING FROM IT --

31 JACK KEEPS PUMPING -- PUMPING --

Suddenly ROSE GASPS FOR BREATH -- horrified, disoriented, but ALIVE --

32 ANGLE

Seeing this, Jack's already RUNNING NOW as the WING BENDS AGAIN -- CRACKS MORE -- and as Jack runs he yells out:

JACK
MOVE! MOVE!

Hurley turns -- sees Jack approach -- Hurley's confused:

HURLEY
You -- you said don't move!

JACK
GO, GET HER UP!!! NOW!!!
33 HURLEY TURNS -- SEES THE WING -- WEEEEEEEEEEEEORRRRRRR!!!

HURLEY SCREAMS AS THE WING STARTS TO GO -- a LONG LENS SHOT as JACK ARRIVES -- GRABS THEM, PULLS THEM TO THEIR FEET AND RUSHES THEM AWAY AS THE WING FALLS RIGHT BEHIND THEM LIKE A TIPPING REDWOOD TREE --

34 -- AND THE WING SMASHES TO THE GROUND

LANDING ON pieces of FIERY ENGINE DEBRIS and KA-BOOOOOOOM!!! THE WING EXPLODES -- AN ENORMOUS BLAST -- pieces of FIERY METAL RAIN EVERYWHERE --

35 JACK

instinctively protecting Claire, SCARED BUT DETERMINED --

JACK
-- You okay?

She nods -- fast --

JACK (CONT'D)
(to Hurley)
Stay with her.

HURLEY
(out of breath)
Dude, I'm not goin' anywhere.

Jack gets up and moves off --

36 EXT. CRASH SITE - DAY

Now we're LONG LENS as Jack walks through the wreckage scene -- amid smoldering piles of debris, and People helping each other. Things seem to finally be calming down.

37 JACK SCANS THE AREA

looking to make sure there's nothing that needs an urgent response. He finds one MAN, 45 in a suit, who lies on the ground, unconscious. BLEEDING BADLY from the head. Jack pulls open the Man's jacket -- TO REVEAL A PIECE OF METAL SHRAPNEL STUCK INTO HIS STOMACH. Seeing this, Jack's eyes go flush with concern. He checks SHRAPNEL MAN's pulse -- pulls open his eyelids. Jack delicately removes the man's jacket, drapes it over him, forming a makeshift BLANKET. Jack turns to the ripped-open end of the fuselage -- where first class and the cockpit would normally be --

INT. FUSELAGE - DAY

INSIDE the fuselage, looking out, the tumultuous OCEAN framed by this giant shattered aluminum tube. It's a disorienting shot, since the plane is BANKED ON ITS SIDE. At this angle, SEATS are on a SIDE WALL, the wreckage-strewn floor actually a long row of windows.

And Jack appears, looking into the fuselage -- and we PUSH IN ON HIM. What Jack sees -- despite his ER training -- sickens him. Then Boone arrives, urgent, holding a HANDFUL OF PENS.

BOONE
-- I didn't know which one would work best.

For a long beat, Jack's eyes don't leave the fuselage. Finally he looks at Boone. And the pens. And tears well in Jack's eyes -- the whole experience finally catching up to him. Jack takes all of the pens, saying, softly, emotionally, kindly:

JACK
...They're all good. Thanks...

And Jack walks off, past Boone, who turns, watching Jack go.

39 EXT. BEACH - DAY

A fifty-yard distance from the wreckage, a fellow survivor stands here, staring almost angrily at the wrecked plane. He's 35, handsome, with a cocky, self-centered vibe. And he's smoking. Meet SAWYER.

A few others recover about here -- including another Man, who approaches. 25. English rocker. Self-deprecating -- somewhere between an adult and a child. This is CHARLIE. These two have never spoken.

CHARLIE
-- You, uh... s'cuse me, ya
sure you should be smoking --
?

SAWYER

-- You sure you want me to
shove my foot up your ass?
A beat.

CHARLIE
Okay. Excellent, just... thought I'd
raise it.

Charlie walks off. A beat later, he returns --

CHARLIE (CONT'D)
-- Mind if I... bum one then? Thanks...

Charlie takes a cig from tough Sawyer, then walks off.

40 EXT. CRASH SITE - DAY

MUSIC: Synthesizer DRONE. A surreal post-disaster moment. LONG LENS SHOT as Jack, for the first time appearing vulnerable -- perhaps even weak -- near the jet's open CARGO DOOR. He rummages through a stranger's SUITCASE... other bags he's already searched beside it. As he ZIPS open someone's TOILETRY BAG --

41 EXT. BEACH WOODS - DAY
A cluster of trees off the beach. The SHATTERED JET barely visible in the distance. Jack walks in here, getting away from the others.

TIGHT SHOTS as he sets down, on a large rock, a TRAVEL SEWING
KIT. A LIGHTER. A T-shirt.

And in some pain, Jack pulls off his jacket -- revealing an enormous BLOOD STAIN and RIP on the side of his shirt. He carefully removes his shirt. Looks down at the LARGE SLASH -- A DEEP SIX INCH CUT STARTING ON HIS LEFT SIDE AND RUNNING TO HIS BACK.

Christ, he did all that with this crash wound.

He twists, trying to figure out how best to sew himself up. He angles around -- can't find a good way to approach this. And we watch him for a long beat, feeling for Jack as he tries to solve this painful puzzle. Frustrated but needing help, Jack looks around -- we pop to a TIGHT SHOT as he sees something off-camera. Something that makes him stop...

... and we see his point of view: walking, slowly, seemingly aimless through the brush, is a WOMAN.

She's thirty feet away, her back to us. Jack watches her for a moment. Then he calls out:

JACK
Excuse me!

And this woman turns. Her face pale, ghostly. Wracked in stress. Eyes wet. This is KATE. Pretty, 26 years-old. Smart. Trustworthy. And, in all the important ways, entirely untested.

JACK (CONT'D)
D'y'ever use a needle?

And Kate just stares at him for a moment, disoriented.

KATE
...d-- what?

JACK
Have you ever patched up a pair of jeans?

KATE
(beat, about to cry)
... I... I made the drapes in my apartment
-- ?

JACK
That's fantastic -- d'you have a second?
I need a little help.

Kate takes a post-traumatic-stress-disorder beat, then moves forward, through the trees. She arrives at Jack.

KATE
...Help with what?

And Jack turns, SHOWING HER THE WOUND.

JACK
This.

And her eyes just close.

JACK (CONT'D)
I'd do it myself -- I'm a doctor -- but I
just can't reach it.

KATE
(eyes closed)
You want me to sew that up.

JACK
It's just like drapes, same
thing--

KATE
-- No, I used a sewing
machine on the drapes --
JACK
You can do this, I'm telling you. If you
wouldn't mind.

A beat. Finally Kate snaps into agreement: she'll do it.

JACK (CONT'D)
-- Thank you --

And Jack pulls from his pocket the mini bottle of VODKA. Holds it out to her, as if offering a drink. Odd. Then:

JACK (CONT'D)
It's for your hands.

Understanding now, she takes the vodka, cleans her hands with it.

JACK (CONT'D)
Save some for me.
(off her look; smiles)
The wound.

She nods, gives back the half empty bottle as he gives her the needle and thread:

JACK (CONT'D)
You're gonna have to sterilize the
needle.

She takes the stuff, using the lighter to heat the needle.

Jack sits on the rock, sucks in a sharp intake of breath as he pours the remaining vodka over his wound -- it fucking STINGS --

Kate's finished with the needle -- considers the SIX COLORS OF THREAD in the travel sewing kit.

KATE
Any, uh... color preference?

Jack looks at her -- there it was, the first flash of her personality.

JACK
Standard black.

Kate nods, trying to stay cool, pulling out a length of black thread and threads the needle. Kate then kneels beside him -- and after a beat she starts to sew his skin. Then:

KATE
So I might throw up on you.

JACK
(it hurts, but:)
You're doing fine.

He watches her, this pretty young woman he doesn't know, stitching him back together again, trying to keep her composure. CLOSE ON her hands. No jewelry, no watch.

JACK (CONT'D)
You live in New York?

God, she just wants to lose it. But she doesn't.

KATE
... I used to. I've been in New Zealand.
About a year.

JACK
...How come?

KATE
Oh, I just... had to get away --

-- And suddenly Kate is crying. It just caught up to her, that's all. And she weeps, resting her head on the back of her hand. Jack suddenly feels guilty, watching this kind stranger weep. So he speaks, quietly, sweetly:

JACK
...Hey... hey, listen, I can get someone
else to do this--

KATE
-- No. No, I'm okay.

And Kate gathers her strength -- shows a small sign that she's not someone to give up. She SNIFFLES, gathers herself. Knows she must. She continues sewing.

KATE (CONT'D)
You don't seem afraid at all. I don't
understand that.

JACK
Fear's sort of an odd thing. It's like
an in-law who just drops in.
You don't like it, but you can't just get
rid of it. It's a struggle. But you
have to learn to deal with it or it'll
make you insane.

KATE
I haven't had much success with fear.

Sensing she needs some help as she works on him, Jack offers:

JACK
When I was in residency, my first solo
procedure was a spinal surgery on a
sixteen year-old kid. Girl.
(beat)
At the end of it -- thirteen hours later
-- I was closing her up... and I... I
accidentally ripped her dural sack -- you
know what that is?

Kate has stopped sewing, now staring at him.

JACK (CONT'D)
It's at the base of the spine, where all
the nerves come together. Membrane as
thin as tissue. So it ripped open -- the
nerves just spilled out like angel hair
pasta-- her spinal fluid flowing out and
I just... froze. 'Cause I knew. If I
didn't get those nerves back in that sack
and sew it up... those thirteen hours
were for nothing, that girl would be
paralyzed. I had about a minute.
(beat)
And all the assistants were just watching
me, I could feel their eyes. And the
terror was 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.
(looks at Kate)
But only for five seconds. That's all I
was gonna give it. So I started to count
to five. I could feel it inside -- like
when you drink a milkshake on a hot day.
(beat)
One, two, three, four, five.
(beat)
And it was gone. I got back to work.
Sewed her up. She was fine.

Kate breathes again, returns to stitching him.

JACK (CONT'D)
I think everyone has something like that.
A moment where you establish your
relationship with fear. And either you
learn to deal with it... or you don't.

From Kate, a little, sad laugh:

KATE
If that had been me... I think I would've
run for the closest door.

JACK
No, I don't think that's true.
(then)
You're not running now.

And Kate stops -- looks up at him. Her eyes clearly saying, "Oh yes I am."

42 EXT. CRASH SITE - DUSK
The sun drops below the horizon. The sky turning a miraculous purple-red.

Claire watches the sunset.

At another part of the beach, Locke watches the sunset.

43 ANGLE - THE LARGE BONFIRE - DUSK
A MAN WANDERS into frame. Stops. Checks his CELL PHONE. Holds it in the air. Takes another few steps. Checks it again. This ritual has been going on for awhile.

CAMERA PULLS BACK past a 40 year-old Middle Eastern man, SAYID, along with Boone (the former lifeguard) and a few others, throw PALM FRONDS to make it even bigger. Sayid turns -- sees Charlie (our English rocker), sitting alone, clutching his legs, looking like he's got the chills.

SAYID
You! What's your name?

Charlie's head snaps to Sayid:

CHARLIE
-- What -- sorry -- Charlie.

SAYID
Charlie, we need some help with the fire!
No one will see it if it isn't big!

CHARLIE
(getting up, helping)
-- Right! I'm on it! What's your name?

SAYID
Sayid.

CHARLIE
-- Sayid! I am on it, Sayid!

TRACK CHARLIE as he goes for more fronds -- CAMERA STOPPING ON ROSE, the woman Jack resuscitated, who sits on the sand near the fire, a blanket wrapped around her. Lit by the fire, she's taking a man's WEDDING BAND and stringing it into her necklace, turning the ring into a pendant.

44 FIVE BONFIRES - NIGHT
Spread out across the beach, groups of EIGHT to TWELVE SURVIVORS huddle around them. And we get a sense now of how many have survived: forty-seven people. One of the fires is particularly big --

45 ANGLE - A KOREAN COUPLE
30's. Her name is SUN, his is JIN. Both scratched up, neither seriously wounded. She sits, he kneels before her, holding her face in his hands. Talks to her IN KOREAN, deeply caring. She's just nodding, agreeing with whatever it is he asks. Those who speak Korean understand:

JIN
(in KOREAN)
I want you to stay in my sight at all
times. If I walk away, you follow. We
need to stay together, do you understand
me? We cannot be apart.

-- And as he continues, Hurley CROSSES FRAME -- we FOLLOW HIM NOW. He carries two dozen THAWED-OUT AIRPLANE MEALS. He arrives at:

46 CLAIRE

The pregnant woman, who sits in a disembodied Business Class
chair on the beach. She rests comfortably. Relatively
speaking, she's doing fine. Hurley offers her a meal:

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