Lost (2004–2010): Season 1, Episode 15 - Homecoming - full transcript

Previously on Lost:

- Has anyone seen Ethan?
- He took off on the path to the beach.

There might have been a struggle.

I think they've been taken.

If you do not stop following me,

I will kill one of them.

- Over here!
- Jack!

Where's Jack?

- We need the doctor.
- He's right there.

- Right there.
- Find someone!

What happened?



Doctor!

- Claire!
- Is she alive?

- What happened?
- Is she all right?

Is she OK?

- Where'd you find her?
- A mile north, looking for the dog.

- Conscious?
- She collapsed in my arms.

- Did she say anything?
- Is she injured?

Is she all right?

Everybody needs to back off, OK?
Just give her some air.

Claire. Can you hear me?

Wake up now. Hey.

Wake up now.

Hey.

It's OK.



Hey, it's OK.

It's OK.

OK. You're safe.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you people?

I don't understand.

I don't know any Ethan.

I don't remember.

I don't remember any of you.

I don't remember any of this.

What do you remember?

I was on a plane...

...flying to LA from Sydney.

We were all on that plane.

It crashed here, on this island.

That was almost a month ago.

No! I'm due...

Your baby's fine.
He's kicking.

Everything's normal. OK?

Well, if it's been a month,
then why hasn't somebody come to get us?

You think she escaped?

You were right beside me, Boone.
You know as much as I do.

But where'd she come from?

We were out pretty deep.

Nothing's out there.

She didn't say anything
about Ethan?

She doesn't even remember Ethan.

The guy pretends to be one of us,
he drags her into the jungle.

She doesn't remember him?

Apparently.

You think he's around?

I sure hope not.

Here's your journal.

It might help.

And this is where you sleep.
It's quite cosy, isn't it?

When he, Ethan...

...when he took you away,
he took me too.

The others came after us.

They got me back. But you...

You were gone.

Who is he? Ethan?

Ethan...

Ethan's the bad guy.

So we were together when...

Yeah.

Well, why did he leave you?

Why don't we leave that lovely story
for the morning?

You've had enough for one day.

No, I won't be sleeping.

Oh... lucky for me.

Not much of a sleeper myself.

Finally, I'll have someone
to stay up with.

We're friends?

Yeah, we're friends.

How's that feel, mate?

- Sodding fantastic.
- Good cos we're almost out.

But we're not out yet?
Carpe diem, my friend.

Save your French for someone
who appreciates it.

Latin, Tommy. It's Latin.

Well, is it Latin for
"I've got a pile of money...

so we can score vast quantities
of illicit substances"?

- No.
- I suppose you ought to clean up then.

It's time to put you to work.

Ms. Lucy Heatherton, 22 and ripe
in oh, so many wonderful ways.

Just graduated from Oxford,

lives in Knightsbridge with dear
old dad, Mr Francis Price Heatherton,

who, my friend,
is bloody loaded.

How you amass this information
never ceases to amaze me.

Ready to fall in love,
Mr Charlie Pace

of the legendary rock band,
Drive Shaft?

Absolutely.

Seriously, I demand you stop
buying me more drinks.

I'm a man of
high moral standing.

Your obvious plan to take me home
and ravage me will not work.

Saucy sirens.

I believe in monogamy.
I will not be shared like a curry.

- Are we that obvious?
- Dreadfully.

Call yourself ladies.
Jane Austen would be ashamed.

I personally...

The girl is pregnant.
Very pregnant.

Are we to believe
that she escaped?

- What're you getting at?
- Ethan infiltrated us.

Whoever he is and wherever
he comes from, he's intelligent.

- Who's to say he didn't send Claire?
- You're off your head, mate.

Calm down.
That's a stretch, Sayid.

Tell me doctor, how many times
have you diagnosed amnesia?

- And such a selective brand of it?
- OK. It's rare.

She's been through a trauma.

It is possible that her memory
reset to the crash.

The chances
of that memory returning?

- I don't know.
- You know what?

Talk about Claire all you want.
I'm gonna spend time with her.

I get the impression
she might be a tad upset.

Oh, Jin.

You heading
back to the caves?

Safety in numbers, right?

Of course, you have no idea
what I'm talking about.

How nice it must be to not be
involved in the insanity

that surrounds us at every turn.

It's quite beautiful really.

You take care of your wife.

Everything else
is someone else's problem.

No need to be involved
in the decision making process.

No tree shaking behemoths,
French transmissions.

Just sweet bloody ignorance.

You don't know
how lucky you are.

Must be nice,
you wake up and...

What?

Charlie, I want her back.

- What?
- I want you to bring her back.

What did you do to her?

What did you do?

You bring her here.

If you don't, I'm going to
kill one of them.

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.

What do we do?

- We go out and we kill him.
- Calm down.

We don't want the others
to get upset.

- Forget them. He's out there now.
- I think he's right.

The man threatens
to kill one of us, and what?

We just wait for that to happen?

We tracked him once before.
We can track him again.

You've forgotten how that turned out.
He bested you.

He hung you from a tree.

Running into the jungle
won't get it done.

- So, what does get it done?
- We circle the wagons.

Tell a select few, we post them
as sentries here and at the caves.

"Tell a select few"?

He does what he says he's gonna do
and that blood's on our hands.

OK, Jack, we tell everyone.

But you wanna protect them,
you need to think defence.

We move everybody off the beach
back up into the caves.

What if Ethan isn't alone?

What if he delivered his threat
so that we would gather like sheep

in a space where they could roll in
and take us all in one fell swoop?

OK, John.

I mean, obviously you have a plan,
so let's hear it.

- The others are avoiding me.
- Sorry?

No one will talk to me.

You know, it just feels
like something's going on.

Anything coming back?

After the crash, no.

Some of this stuff
is probably better forgotten.

I don't know about you, but the rest
of us been having a wonderful time.

We even built a golf course.

You sure there's
nothing's going on?

Absolutely.

OK.

You're quite enamoured of yourself.

Now Lucy, I know it's our first date
and you need to appear demure,

but if you want to
invite me for sex,

don't say "tea," say "sex."

- Do you want tea or not?
- I'd love some.

Brilliant.

So where is the old man?

I don't know.

I think he's buying
some paper company up in Slough.

Oh, yeah?

You two get on?

Dad's quite cool, actually.

He was proud when I told him I was going
on a date with a bona fide rock star.

It was Winston Churchill's.

Dad collects all sorts of rubbish
from the great leaders of the Empire.

- Hey, you should meet him.
- Winston? No thanks.

- I heard he's quite mouldy.
- My father.

He's coming back tomorrow.
You should come around for dinner.

I'd love to.

Excellent.

You look hungry.

Thanks.

Locke told us what happened.

Why do you think
he wants her back?

I don't know.

Maybe it's time you used that key
you've been wearing around your neck.

There are four 9 millimetres
in the case...

No.

I hand them out, someone
hears something, gets scared...

The chances of us shooting
each other are higher.

We're beyond knives.

I'm not putting guns
in untrained hands.

Trip it.

Not bad.

Four around the perimeter
will do the job.

- I have fires at 20 meter intervals.
- Excellent.

Some have volunteered for sentry duty.
I'll put them on shifts.

I'll take a shift.

OK.

Absolutely.
We're counting on you.

- Maybe we should move her.
- She's safer here.

What about the mountain?
Another cave?

- She's safer here.
- Nobody's safe!

It's my fault he took her.
I was responsible.

I should've taken care of her.

Nothing's gonna
happen to her. OK?

Yeah. OK.

I think my lovely daughter
would agree that

you are the most impressive person
who's ever had dinner with us.

My condolences, sir.

I don't know if Lucy mentioned it,
but I was in a band once, you know.

They were called
The Protestant Reformation.

Yes. Ouch! Dreadful.

You gave it up, then?

Well, I was married,
Lucy was on the way.

My mum, God rest her soul,
wanted me to keep trying,

but I always wanted
to be more practical.

Responsible, I guess.

You know, a man has to provide,
take care of his family.

A man has to think
about the future.

And of course,
your band was bloody awful.

Yes, there was that too.
Small detail.

So, are you working
on a new album?

We're in a bit of
a hiatus right now.

Liam, my brother,
just had a daughter,

so, you know,
we're taking some time off.

Quite a lot of time off.

It's been a year
since we were together.

I'm thinking of doing
a solo project.

Liam and I don't exactly
keep in touch

and there's been
some problems with...

...royalties.

The fact of the matter is, sir,

I think that Drive Shaft

might be dead.

- You took a sodding what?
- A job.

A job? Doing what?

- Selling copiers.
- You took a job selling copiers?

- I like her.
- She's a moose.

- Don't say that.
- Are you off your bleeding chump, man!

I've been getting you off on my scag
for over a week now on spec.

- Spec means "speculation."
- I know what...

In this case, the speculation that
you'll execute your end of the plan

and steal something of value
which I can in turn sell.

By the time the bird
realizes it's missing,

it never even occurs to her
the rock star Charlie bloody Pace

could be responsible for such larceny.
And the bloody party continues.

Look...

I don't think Liam's coming back.

- I have to think about my future.
- Future?

- Yeah.
- Really?

- Yes.
- When do you start this job?

- Monday.
- Well, today's Friday, isn't it?

A full weekend without a fix,
Monday should be bloody wonderful.

Let's see how the future
treats you then.

Over here.

In the tree line.
Something tripped the alarm.

I think we found
another missing castaway.

- What happened?
- Is he alive?

- Oh, God.
- How did he get past us?

I thought those guys had
the full-on perimeter set up.

Locke said it didn't matter.

He came in from the water.

You sure it wasn't an accident?
I mean, maybe the guy just drowned.

His neck was broken. Both arms.
All the bones in his fingers.

Yeah. OK. Got it.

Guess old Steve
drew the short straw.

Dude, that was Scott.

Scott Jackson worked for
an Internet company in Santa Cruz.

He won a sales prize.

Two-week Australian vacation,
all expenses paid.

He was a good guy.

I'm sorry I kept
calling you Steve, man.

Amen, I guess.

I don't know how to end these.

Hi.

Why is everyone staring at me?

- I'm not staring at you.
- What's your name?

- Shannon.
- You're staring.

- You mean nobody's told you?
- Told me what?

Why? Why did you lie to me?

- OK, look...
- What else didn't you tell me?

I thought there wasn't
anything that you could do.

Nothing I could do?

Why would you keep me in the dark?

I'm already in the dark.

Sorry.

I just wanted to
take care of you.

I can take care of myself.

Look at you. Charlie Pace,
respectable businessman.

You didn't have
to buy me this suit.

What did you intend
on wearing your first day?

I have shirts with buttons.

- You OK?
- Yeah, just nervous.

Don't be. Dad's put the fix in.

He's demanded they buy two copiers
to boost your confidence.

- You memorized the manual?
- Backwards and forwards.

Say something impressive.

The Heatherton C815
Copy Centre's leading scan offerings

combine the benefits
of document capture

with instant delivery
anywhere, anytime.

- Anywhere?
- Anytime, baby.

You've been on stage in front
of thousands of screaming fans.

This is just some men who want
to buy a silly copy machine.

You're gonna do great.
I believe in you.

I almost forgot. Wait here.

OK.

All right,
I know you'll protest,

but you simply can't be respected
unless you have one of these.

Oh, Lucy.

You're welcome.

OK, well...

I'm gonna be late. The bus...

The bus? Are you daft?

- I'm driving you.
- Oh, no, I'd rather you didn't.

No arguments.
You have everything you need?

- Yeah.
- Then let's get you to work.

Wanna take a walk?

What happens
after the sun sets?

Well, if we don't
bring Claire to him?

Rhetorical, Jack.

Same thing happens tonight
happened last night.

- You think you can track him?
- What, I'm sorry?

We know where
he attacked Jin and Charlie.

Think you could pick up the trail?

- Maybe, but I wouldn't.
- Wouldn't?

Jack, I'm not a cold man.

I feel for the loss
of one of our own.

But nothing fundamental's changed.

Whoever he is, wherever he comes from,
we're on Ethan's turf.

He has the advantage.

To him we're nothing more than
scared idiots with sharp sticks.

What if I told you that I had
a way to get the advantage back?

Then I would ask,
"What way might that be?"

Why, doctor,
you've been holding out on us.

I'm guessing you know
how to handle one of these?

Are you insane?

- It's the best chance we have.
- No bloody way.

To capture Ethan we have
to ensnare him. The only way to do it

- is by giving him what he wants.
- You have no idea.

This guy, he will kill all of you.

You can't protect yourself...

I can talk for myself.

They want to use you as bait.

I don't remember Ethan.

I don't remember
what he did to me.

But if I can help stop him
from hurting anyone else,

I have to do that.

I'm coming with you.

You said there were four guns.

You ever fire a weapon, Charlie?

All right, we should do this.

Let's figure out a game plan.
All right, Sayid, soldier.

Locke, you're the hunter.

Allow me to demonstrate
the awesome speed

of the C815 using...

...one of your...

...technical manuals.

Not a problem.
There's probably... something in here.

One second. One second.

Bear with me.

Charlie's right.

About what?

We have four guns.
We should have four men.

Help?

You know how to
handle a gun or not?

I know at least one polar bear
seems to think so.

Where'd you get
the hardware, hoss?

I wanna come.

Sorry. We're out of guns.

And no one goes
out there unarmed.

How much ammo you got?

- Hundred rounds, give or take.
- All nines right?

Nine millimetres? The guns?

Yeah. Why?

Cos if the lady wants to come...

Lifted this off the marshal
back in the old days.

You remember him, don't you?

Surly guy, kind of a square jaw?
Carried a Sig nine?

Yeah. I remember you shot him.
And missed.

Yeah, well... bygones.

And hell, five guns
are better than four.

You'll be surrounded
at five points.

Everyone will be in visual contact.

Make sure you stay
in the area I've shown you.

Remember, the guns are
a measure of the last resort.

We want him alive.

Over here.

Jack's got him.

Hold your fire. Don't shoot!

We want him alive.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Over here.

- Hey! Hold your fire!
- Easy!

Winner by a knockout.
Nice one, doc.

Maybe somebody can tell me
who or what this son of a bitch is.

Jungle boy,
not even for one sec.

Why did you do it?

Cos he deserved to die.

He could've told us
where he came from.

What he wanted with Claire.

Do you really think
he would've told us anything?

I wasn't gonna let that animal
anywhere near her again.

Ever.

I'm sorry.
I've been having some problems.

- If I could just explain.
- Leave.

- I made a mistake.
- You made a mistake?

My father's sales manager
comes to my house

to return a cigarette case
the EMTs pulled from your pocket

at the hospital
and it still smells of your sick.

- I didn't mean...
- Oh, you meant to.

You meant to from the start.
You're a liar.

I believed you and you lied!

I thought you wanted to...

You said...

You selfish bastard!

- If I can explain...
- Just tell me one thing,

and don't you dare lie to me.

I get why you
pretended to like me.

I understand why you stole,

because you're a junkie,

but I don't understand
why you took the job.

Why did you take the job?

I guess I...

...wanted to be respectable.

I wanted you to think
that I could take care of you.

You'll never take care of anyone.

I remember peanut butter.

Why do I remember peanut butter?

It was imaginary
peanut butter, actually.

I don't know what happened to me.

I'm scared.

I want to trust you.

Good night, Charlie.

Good night, Claire.