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Episódio 1 - "Pilot, Parte 1"

Escrito por: J.J. Abrams & Damon Lindelof

Dirigido por: J.J. Abrams

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TELA DE TÍTULO

CENA UM

[Tomada de Jack abrindo os olhos, olhando para os bambus acima. Uma tomada de cima mostra que Jack está ferido, caído no chão. Jack vê um cachorro, e, com dores, vagarosamente se levanta. Encontra uma pequena garrafa de bebida em seu bolso. Então ele corre através dos bambus e chega na praia. Pessoas gritando. Ele vê os restos da fuselagem. Pessoas mancando e pedindo ajuda. Tomada da turbina ainda girando. Charlie chega perto dela. Jin gritando.]

MICHAEL: Walt! Walt!

REDSHIRT (figurante): Fique longe do combustível! Fique aí!

[Shannon gritando. Jack olha a asa do avião acima.]

REDSHIRT #2 [preso embaixo de uma peça com a turbina ainda girando]: Socorro! Socorro! Alguém me ajude! Socorro! Socorro! Ahh, minha perna! Ah! Ah!

JACK: Ei você, me ajude aqui! Você, venha aqui! Venha aqui, me ajude! [Um grupo de redshirts (e Locke) se juntam para levantar o pedaço de metal que está prendendo o homem.] Eu vou contar até três: Um, dois, três.

[Jack puxa o homem para fora. Uma perna está ensanguentada. Jack começa a rasgar as calças do homem para ver a ferida. Jack usa sua gravata como um torniquete.]

CLAIRE: Socorro! Por favor, me ajude! Socorro, por favor, me ajude!

[Vemos Claire grávida, de joelhos e apoiada nas mãos. Jack a vê.]

JACK [para um redshirt e Locke]: Certo, agora, tirem ele daqui! Levem ele pra longe da turbina! Tirem ele daqui!

[Ele corre até Claire pelo meio dos restos da fuselagem.]

CLAIRE: Me ajude, por favor. Estou tendo, estou tendo contrações.

JACK: Você está de quantos meses?

CLAIRE: Eu, eu estou com quase oito meses.

[Jack olha em volta e vê Boone fazendo massagem cardíaca em Rose.]

JACK [para Claire]: Qual é o intervalo das contrações?

CLAIRE: Eu não sei, e-eu tive algumas quase agora.

[Tomada de Locke e Redshirt (figurante) carregando o homem da perna machucada. Outro homem começa a andar em frente da turbina e Locke o vê.]

LOCKE: Ei! ei, ei, ei, dê o fora daí!

[O homem é sugado para dentro da turbina e ela explode. Tomada de pessoas correndo. Jack como que cai em cima de Claire para protegê-la.]

JACK: Me escute! Olha pra mim! Você vai ficar bem, entendeu? Mas você precisa ficar completamente parada!

[Jack olha para Boone fazendo respiração boca-a-boca em Rose.]

JACK [para Hurley]: Ei, você! Venha aqui! Eu preciso que você leve esta mulher para longe da fumaça! Leve ela pra lá. Fique com ela. Se as contrações ocorrerem num intervalo menor do que 3 minutos, me chame.

HURLEY: Ah, só pode ser brincadeira.

JACK: Eu já volto, tá?

CLAIRE: Obrigada.

(Jack começa a correr).

HURLEY: Ei! Qual é o seu nome?

JACK: Jack.

[Jack corre até Boone e Rose.]

JACK: Pare! A cabeça dela não está inclinada o suficiente. Você está enchendo o estômago dela de ar.

BOONE: Tem certeza?

[Jack começa a fazer respiração boca-a-boca em Rose. ]

BOONE: Isso é exatamente o que eu estava fazendo. Eu sou salva-vidas. Eu tenho licença.

JACK: Bem, você precisa pensar seriamente em devolver essa licença.

BOONE: Talvez a gente tenha que fazer aquele negócio. Sabe, furar a garganta com uma caneta?

JACK: É, boa idéia. Vê se acha uma caneta.

[Boone sai correndo para conseguir canetas.]

JACK [fazendo massagem cardíaca]: Vamos. Vamos! Vamos! Vamos!

[Rose respira.]

JACK: Respire fundo. Respire!

[Barulho de metal. Jack olha para cima e vê um grande pedaço de metal no alto (a asa), preso na fuselagem começando a balançar. Claire e Hurley estão exatamente onde ele cairá. Jack corre até eles. ]

JACK [enquanto corre]: Saiam daí! Levante ela! Tire ela daí! A asa!

[Jack, Hurley e Claire correm e há uma grande explosão. Um grande pedaço de metal em chamas cai perto de Charlie.]

JACK [para Claire]: Você está bem?

CLAIRE: Sim.

JACK [para Hurley]: Você? [Hurley meio que balança a cabeça enquanto está deitado no chão]. Fique com ela.

HURLEY: Cara, eu não vou a lugar nenhum.

[Jack meio que cambaleando ao redor da praia olha para a fuselagem. Demora um pouco para se recompor, quase chorando]

BOONE [chegando perto dele segurando várias canetas]: Eu não sabia qual iria servir melhor.

JACK: Todas estão boas. Obrigado.

[Tomada do Jack revirando uma mala e encontrando um kit de costura. Jack vai para uma parte deserta da praia e tira o seu paletó e a camisa. Ele tem um grande corte na lateral do seu corpo. Kate aparece simplesmente passando pelo local sem saber que Jack está ali. Kate passa a mão no pulso machucado.]

JACK: Com licença. Você já usou uma agulha?

KATE: O quê?

JACK: Você já... costurou uma calça jeans?

KATE: Eu...uhm...eu fiz as cortinas do meu apartamento.

JACK: Ótimo. Escuta, você tem um segundo? Preciso de uma ajuda aqui.

[Kate chega perto dele.]

KATE: Ajudar com o quê?

JACK: Com isso.

[Jack mostra o ferimento e ela faz uma careta.]

JACK: Olha, eu mesmo poderia fazer, eu sou médico, mas eu não posso alcançar.

KATE: Você quer que eu costure isso?

JACK: É como as cortinas, a mesma coisa.

KATE: Não, com as cortinas eu usei uma máquina de costurar.

JACK: Não, você pode fazer isso. Estou te falando. Se você não se importar.

[Kate olha para ela implorando por ajuda.]

KATE: Claro que sim.

JACK: Obrigado. [entrega uma garrafinha de álcool que tira do bolso]. É para as suas mãos. Guarde um pouco para a, para a ferida.

[Kate pega um pequeno kit de costura.]

KATE: Alguma preferência de cor?

JACK (rindo): Não. Preto comum.

[Jack derrama vodca no seu ferimento.]

[Tomada de Sawyer acendendo um cigarro. Olha ao redor. E sai andando parecendo que jogou o cigarro no chão, com um pouco de nojo; Claire em pé na areia perto do mar; Hurley colhendo comida da companhia aérea; Locke sentado sozinho olhando em direção ao oceao; Boone obtendo um sinal 'sem serviço' do seu celular.]

BOONE: Por favor.

[Tomada do Sayid jogando mais madeira na grande fogueira.]

SAYID [para Charlie]: Ei você. Qual o seu nome?

CHARLIE: Eu? Charlie.

SAYID: Charlie. Precisamos da sua ajuda com a fogueira. Ninguém vai nos ver senão for grande.

CHARLIE: Ok, estou nessa. Qual o seu nome?

SAYID: Sayid.

CHARLIE: Sayid. Estou nessa, Sayid.

[Tomada da Rose beijando o anel no colar dela; Kate costurando as costas do Jack.]

KATE: Eu poderia vomitar em você.

JACK [balançando a cabeça]: Você está indo bem.

KATE: Você não parece estar com medo. Não entendo isso.

JACK: Bem, medo é uma coisa meio estranha. Quando era residente, a primeira operação que fiz sozinho foi uma cirurgia na coluna de uma menina de 16 anos. E no final, depois de 13 horas, estava fechando a ferida e sem querer 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. (He's crying). 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: If that had been me, I think I would have run for the door.

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

[Shot of stars in night sky; Charlie writing F.A.T.E. on his taped fingers, sitting next to Sayid.]

SAYID: You think they would have come by now.

CHARLIE: Huh? Who?

SAYID: Anyone.

[Shot of Shannon painting her toenails. Boone comes up, offers her a candy bar.]

SHANNON: As if I'm going to start eating chocolate.

BOONE: Shannon, we may be here for a while.

SHANNON: The plane had a black box, idiot. They know exactly where they are, they're coming. I'll eat on the rescue boat. [He offers the chocolate again]. I'll. Eat. On. The. Rescue. Boat. [Boone eats the chocolate.]

[Shot of Claire sitting on a piece of wreckage. Hurley comes up with a tray of airplane food.]

HURLEY: Hungry?

CLAIRE: Yeah, thanks.

HURLEY: Anymore, uh… you know, baby stuff?

CLAIRE: No. I'm-I'm okay.

HURLEY: Well, hang in there.

CLAIRE: Yeah, you too.

[Hurley's arm comes back into the shot and gives her another meal.]

[Close up of Michael]

MICHAEL: You sure you're warm enough?

[Shot of Walt lying on the beach under a blanket. He just nods, with a far-off look; shot of Jin and Sun.]

JIN (subtitled from Korean): You must not leave my sight. You must follow me wherever I go. Do you understand? [Sun nods]. Don't worry about the others. We need to stay together.

[Shot of Kate standing over Jack while he's working on Marshal Mars, examining the Marshal's wound.]

KATE: Do you think he's going to live?

JACK: Do you know him?

KATE: He was sitting next to me.

[Shot of a leaf torn into the shape of an airplane.]

JACK [off camera at first]: We must have been at about 40,000 feet when it happened. Hit an air pocket. Dropped, maybe, 200 feet. The turbulence was… I blacked out.

KATE: I didn't. I saw the whole thing. I knew that the tail was gone, but I couldn't bring myself to look back. And then the, the front of the plane broke off.

JACK: Well, it's not here on the beach. Neither is the tail. We need to figure out which way we came in.

KATE: Why?

JACK: Because there's a chance we could find the cockpit. If it's intact, we might be able to find a transceiver. Send out a signal, help the rescue party find us.

KATE: How do you know all that?

JACK: Took a couple flying lessons. Wasn't for me.

KATE: I saw some smoke. Just through the valley. If you're thinking about going for the cockpit, I'm going with you.

JACK: I don't know your name.

KATE: I'm Kate.

JACK: Jack.

[Metal/weird sound coming from the jungle. Everyone on the beach is looking; Kate looks; Locke looks (the camera pans forward toward him for a close up; Walt looks; Shannon and Boone look.]

SHANNON: What was that?

[Kate looks back at Jack; Charlie and Sayid look.]

CHARLIE: That was weird, right?

WALT: Is that Vincent?

[Walt gets up and goes toward it.]

MICHAEL [getting up to follow]: It's not Vincent.

[Shot of trees moving/getting smashed down.]

CLAIRE [coming into the frame]: Did anybody see that?

HURLEY [in disbelief]: Yeah.

[Boone gets up, moves off.]

SHANNON: Boone!

[Everyone moving toward the sound, except Michael who backs off. Everyone looking out at the trees moving/getting smashed.]

CHARLIE: Terrific.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

ACT TWO

[Shot out of airplane window over wing above clouds. Shot of Jack. Sound of cart rolling up.]

CINDY: So, how's the drink?

JACK: It's good.

CINDY: That wasn't a very strong reaction.

JACK: Well, it's not a very strong drink.

CINDY [hands him two more bottles]: Shhh. Just don't tell anyone.

JACK: This of course breaks some critical FAA regulations.

[Jack puts one of the bottles in his coat pocket and drinks the other. He stands up, then Charlie comes by him in the aisle.]

CHARLIE: Excuse me.

CINDY [in background, to Charlie]: Sir, excuse me!

ROSE [looking at Charlie, then at Jack]: Guess he really had to go.

[Two Flight Attendants run by.]

CINDY: Sir, excuse me!

[Jack sits back down. Then there is turbulence. Jack puts on his seatbelt.]

CINDY [on the intercom]: Ladies and gentleman, the pilot has switched on the "fasten seatbelt" sign. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.

JACK [to Rose]: It's normal.

ROSE: Oh, I know. I've just never been a very good flyer. My husband keeps reminding me that planes want to be in the air.

JACK: Well, he sounds like a very smart man.

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

[The plane is really shaking now.]

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

[There's a sudden lurch and one passenger goes flying out of his seat and hits the ceiling. More shaking and screaming. The oxygen masks come down. Jack and Rose put their masks on. Shot of another guy putting his mask on. Shot of ocean, then Jack looking out at the ocean. Rose and a bunch of redshirts in the background.]

MICHAEL: It didn't sound like an animal. Not exactly, I mean.

ROSE: That sound that it made, I keep thinking that there was something really familiar about it.

SHANNON: Really? Where are you from?

ROSE: The Bronx.

CHARLIE: Might be monkeys. It's monkeys, right?

SAWYER: Sure it's monkeys. It's Monkey Island.

HURLEY: Technically, you know, we don't even know if we're on an island.

SAYID: We're on an island.

KATE [coming up behind Jack]: You ready?

JACK: Kate, you showed me where the smoke was. I can get there myself.

KATE: I'm coming.

JACK [smiling]: Well, you're going to need better shoes.

[Shot of a dead body's feet. Kate reaches down to take hiking boots, checks the size. She looks at Locke, who's looking at her. He gives her the "orange" smile. He keeps eating the orange and looks away. She looks slightly freaked out/disgusted.]

[Shot of a group: Michael, Walt, Charlie, Sayid, Boone and Shannon, with Hurley approaching.]

MICHAEL: Whatever it was… it wasn't natural.

CHARLIE: Does anyone have any sun block?

SHANNON: Yeah, I do.

CHARLIE: Ah. Cool.

HURLEY: So, I was just looking inside the fuselage… It's pretty grim in there. You think we should do something about the, uh… [stopping and looking at Walt] b-o-d-y-s?

MICHAEL: What are you spelling, man? "Bodies"?

WALT: B-o-d-i-e-s.

SAYID: That sounds like a good idea.

SHANNON: No! They'll deal with it when they get here.

JACK [entering]: We go out and look for the cockpit. See if we can find a transceiver, to send a distress signal, help the rescue team. (To Boone) You're going to need to keep an eye on the wounded. If the guy in the suit wakes up, try to keep him calm, but don't let him remove that piece of shrapnel. You understand?

BOONE: Yeah, got it. What about the guy with the leg? The, the tourniquet.

JACK: I stopped the bleeding. I took it off last night. He… he should be all right.

BOONE: Yeah. Cool. Good job.

CHARLIE: I'll come with you. I want to help.

JACK: I don't need any more help.

CHARLIE: No, it's cool, I don't really feel like standing still, so. [Jack nods]. Excellent.

[Shot of valley looking out toward sea. You can see Jack, Charlie, and Kate in the distance coming toward camera.]

KATE: May I ask you something?

CHARLIE: Me? I'd be thrilled. I've been waiting.

KATE: Have we ever met, anywhere?

CHARLIE: No, that would be unlikely.

KATE: Hum.

CHARLIE: I look familiar, though, right?

KATE: Yeah.

CHARLIE: Can't quite place it?

KATE: No, I can't.

CHARLIE: Yeah. I think I know.

KATE: You do?

CHARLIE [singing]: You all everybody… You all everybody! You've never heard that song?

KATE: I've heard it. I just don't know what the hell it is—

CHARLIE: That's us. Driveshaft. Look, the ring—second tour of Finland. You've never heard of Driveshaft?

KATE [incredulous]: The band?

CHARLIE: Yeah, the band.

KATE: You were in Driveshaft.

CHARLIE: I am in Driveshaft. I play bass.

KATE: Seriously?

CHARLIE: Yeah, Charlie. Track 3, you know, I do backing vocals.

KATE: My friend Beth would freak. She loved you guys.

CHARLIE: Give me Beth's number, I'll call her, I'd, I'd love to.

JACK: Hey—

KATE: Have you ever heard of Driveshaft?

CHARLIE [singing]: You all everybody…

JACK [shakes his head]: We've got to keep moving.

KATE: They were good.

CHARLIE: They are good. We're still together. In the middle of a comeback.

[Camera pans down to reveal Vincent; shot of Locke alone on the beach looking out to sea; we see clouds forming, sound of thunder. Shot of Kate, Charlie, Jack in the jungle in the rain.]

CHARLIE: Hey guys, is this normal? Kind of… day turning into night, you know? End of the world type weather. Is this—guys?

[Shot of Locke sitting on the beach with people running around to get out of the rain. Locke just sits there. Jin kicks a guy out from Jin and Sun's little overhang of debris; Hurley runs past Boone and says something (?). Shot of Michael holding something up (some kind of tarp?) under some debris, puts his arm on Walt's shoulder. Shot of Locke alone on the beach in a sort of meditation pose (music is sort of bittersweet). Locke holds his arms out, turns his face up to the rain, seems happy; we see the monster in the jungle by the beach. Claire and Rose see it.]

CLAIRE: There it is again.

ROSE: Oh my god.

[Shot of Jack, Kate, Charlie coming upon the cockpit. They all look a bit scared.]

JACK: Well? Let's do this.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

ACT THREE

[Shot of Jack, Kate, and Charlie making their way to the cockpit wreckage.]

CHARLIE: Let's get this trans…

JACK: Transceiver.

CHARLIE: Transceiver thing and get out of here.

[We see them climbing up, through the front of the plane. There are dead bodies. Jack can't open the cockpit door, bangs on it with a fire extinguisher. It opens and body comes falling out.]

JACK [to Kate]: You okay?

KATE: Yeah. You?

JACK: Yeah.

CHARLIE: I'm fine. Charlie's fine, by the way. Okay?

JACK [to Kate]: Hey. You don't have to come up here.

KATE: No, I'm good.

[Kate and Jack get inside the cockpit.]

KATE: So, what does a transceiver look like?

JACK: Complicated walkie-talkie.

[Kate climbs over the pilot looking for the transceiver when suddenly the pilot takes a breath.]

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

PILOT: How many survived?

JACK: At least 48. Does anything feel broken?

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

JACK: Yeah. It's probably a concussion.

PILOT: How long has it been?

JACK: Sixteen hours.

PILOT: Sixteen? Has anybody come?

JACK: Not yet.

PILOT: 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.

PILOT: We have a transceiver.

[The pilot moves to go get it.]

JACK: Good. Good, that's what we were hoping. Listen, you shouldn't try to move.

PILOT: No, no. I'm okay. It's okay. Transceiver's right there. It's right there.

[Kate gets it and hands it to the pilot.]

JACK [to Kate]: Where's Charlie?

[Kate goes to look for Charlie. The pilot is fiddling with the transceiver.]

PILOT: It's not working.

KATE [going through cabin, seeing dead bodies]: Charlie?

[Charlie comes out of the bathroom.]

KATE: What were you doing in the bathroom?

CHARLIE: What?

[The plane starts shaking. We hear the monster sounds. Shot of Kate and Charlie, Pilot and Jack reacting.]

PILOT: What the hell was that?

JACK: Kate.

[Shot of Kate going back into Cockpit with Charlie's help.]

KATE: It's right outside.

PILOT: What, what's right outside?

JACK: Shhhh.

[Kate looks terrified. We see the shadow of the monster going past window. Jack tries to look out the window to see it. The pilot goes up to try and see it and climbs part way out of an opening above. Charlie comes into the cockpit. The pilot gets snatched out of a broken window. There's blood all over the window.]

CHARLIE: What the hell just happened?

[Big crashing and shaking. Jack reaches for the transceiver which the pilot put down in the co-pilot's seat, just it before it falls. The cockpit falls to the ground from it's inclined position. Jack is reaching for the transceiver.]

KATE: Jack, come on!

CHARLIE: Just leave it!

[Jack grabs it. They run. Monster sounds, running, anxious music. Charlie falls. His leg is trapped in some vines. Jack goes back to rescue him. Kate keeps running and ends up alone.]

KATE [terrified]: J-J-J… Jaaaack! [Big door slamming sound/big footstep sounds. Kate is trying to compose herself] One! Two! Three! Four! Five!

COMMERCIAL BREAK

ACT FOUR

[Shot of Kate, she hears something and looks off. Charlie comes up behind her, she turns to find him and knocks him down.]

CHARLIE: Kate!

KATE: Where the hell is Jack?

CHARLIE: I don't know!

KATE: You see him?

CHARLIE: Yeah, he pulled me up!

KATE: Where is he?

CHARLIE: I don't know!

KATE: How can you not know?

CHARLIE: We got separated! Look, I… I fell down, and he, he came back for me, that thing was just…

KATE: Did you see it?

CHARLIE: No. No! But it was right there. We were dead! I was. An-And then Jack came back, and he, he pulled me up. I don't know where he is.

[Kate looks around.]

KATE: We have to go back for him.

CHARLIE: Go back? There? Kate, there's a certain gargantuan quality about this thing.

KATE: Then don't come.

[Kate walks off, Charlie gets up to follow (reluctantly).]

CHARLIE: Kate!

[Shot of jungle. Kate and Charlie walking around.]

CHARLIE: I heard you shout. I heard you shout "Jack". I'm Charlie, by the way.

[Kate sees something.]

CHARLIE: What is that?

[Kate picks up pilot's wings from the muddy ground. Shot shifts focus from wings to the reflection in the water where they see the pilot's body in the tree above them.]

CHARLIE: What is…

JACK [approaching]: It's the pilot.

KATE: Did you see it?

JACK: No. It was right behind me, but… I dove into the bushes.

CHARLIE [pointing up to the pilot in the tree]: Guys? How does something like that happen?

[Shot of bloody pilot in the treetop, bloody and with face-skin torn off, but not eaten.]