Walkabout (104)



Season 1
Pilot (1)
Pilot (2)
Tabula Rasa
Walkabout
White Rabbit
House Of The Rising Sun
The Moth
Confidence Man
Solitary
Raised By Another
All the Best Cowboys Have Daddy Issues
Whatever The Case May
Hearts And Minds
Special
Homecoming
Outlaws
... In Translation
Numbers
Deux Ex Machina
Do No Arms
The Greater Good
Born To Run
Exodus (1)
Exodus (2)
Exodus (3)

Season 2
Man of Science, Man of Faith
Adrift
Orientation
Everybody Hates Hugo
... And Found
Abandoned
The Other 48 Days
Collision
What Kate Did
The 23rd Psalm
The Hunting Party
Fire & Water
The Long Con
One of Them
Maternity Leave
The Whole Truth
Lockdown
Dave
SOS
Two for the Road
?
Three Minutes
Live Together, Die Alone

Season 3
A Tale of Two Cities
The Glass Ballerina
Further Instructions
Every Man for Himself
The Cost of Living
I Do
Not in Portland
Flashes Before Your Eyes
Stranger in a Strange Land
Tricia Tanaka is Dead
Enter 77
Par Avion
The Man from Tallahassee
Exposť


CLAIRE: Somebody's in there.

SAYID: Everyone in there's dead.

JACK: Sawyer.

SAWYER: Right behind you, Jackass.




JACK: Those boars were looking to feed. We have to get rid of the bodies.

CHARLIE: Bury them? There's a whole bunch in there.

SAYID: More than twenty. Digging will be difficult without shovels.

JACK: Not bury. We need to burn them.

KATE: They're people.

JACK: I know they're people, Kate.

SAYID: Burning the remains. They deserve better than that.

JACK: Better than what? Being eaten by wild animals? Because that's what's gonna happen. Any bodies we bury are not gonna stay buried for very long.

Look, I know this seems harsh, but that fuselage in the sun -- it's not about what they deserve. They're gone, and we're not.

SAYID: What you say may be true, but for us to decide how these people are laid to rest? It's not right. No regard for their wishes? Their religions?

JACK: We don't have time to sort out everybody's God.

CHARLIE: Really? Last I heard, we were positively made of time.

JACK: Look, I'm not happy about it, either. But we crashed a thousand miles off course. They're looking for us in the wrong place. It's been four days. No one's come. Tomorrow morning we need everyone to start gathering up wood, dried brush. We're gonna turn that fuselage into a furnace. Wait until the sun goes down tomorrow night before we set the fire.

CHARLIE: If he's so eager to burn the bodies, why are we waiting till sundown?

KATE: He's hoping someone will see it.




SAYID: If the French Woman's transmissions have truly been playing on a loop for sixteen years, then there must be a power source on the island. A significant one.

KATE: And you can find it?

SAYID: Hypothetically, yes. I'm making an antenna of sorts. With a few of these mounted at different points on the island, I may be able to use the transceiver to triangulate the signal, find out where it's coming from.

KATE: So what can I do to help?

SAYID: It appears you're as anxious to get off this island as I am.




JACK: Okay, everybody, just calm down.

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

SAWYER: And exactly how are we gonna find this sustenance?

LOCKE: We hunt.

KATE: How'd you get that knife on the plane?

LOCKE: Checked it.

JACK: You either have very good aim, or... very bad aim, Mr ...

MICHAEL: Locke.




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

LOCKE: We know there are wild boar on the island. Razorbacks, by the look of them. The ones that came into the camp last night were piglets. Hundred ... hundred-fifty pounds each. Which means that there's a mother nearby -- a two hundred fifty-pound rat with scimitar-like tusks and a surly disposition who'd love nothing more than to eviscerate anything comes near. A boar's usual mode of attack is to circle around and charge from behind, so I figure it will 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.

SAWYER: And you gave him his knife back?

JACK: Well, if you've got a better idea ...

SAWYER: Better than three of you wandering into the Magic Forest to bag a hunk of ham with nothing but a little-bitty hunting knife? Hell, no. It's the best idea I ever heard.




JACK: Tell me something. How come anytime there's a hike into the Heart of Darkness, you sign up? You know what's in there.

KATE: Actually, I don't ... and neither do you.

JACK: What's your feel on our new friend?

KATE: He seems to know what he's doing.

JACK: Call me paranoid, but anyone who packs a suitcase full of knives ...

KATE: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're worried about me, Jack.

JACK: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a problem staying in one place for very long, Kate. So, you wanna tell me why you're really going?

KATE: Sayid gave me this so he can triangulate the distress signal we heard, find the source.

JACK: This isn't about boars?

KATE: I'm a vegetarian.




BOONE: That woman is still sitting there.

SHANNON: Mm-hmm.

BOONE: Her husband was on the plane.

SHANNON: Great.

BOONE: Are you even listening to me?

SHANNON: What's a four-letter word for "I don't care"?




BOONE: ... at least you don't have to worry about starving with me taking care of you.

SHANNON: I'm not gonna starve.

BOONE: Right. What are you gonna eat?

SHANNON: Ocean's full of fish.

BOONE: Hate to break it to you. The ocean is not gonna take your gold card.




JACK: Rose, after the sun goes down, we're gonna burn the fuselage. It's just something that we have to do. There's gonna be a memorial service back at the camp for those -- for those -- who didn't make it, for everyone to say goodbye.

ROSE: I'd like to be there for that.

JACK: Okay. Maybe if you wanted to say something, you know, about your husband.

ROSE: What?

JACK: I'm just saying, if you wanted to say goodbye to Bernard.

ROSE: Doctor, my husband is not dead.

JACK: Rose, he was in the tail section of the plane. It broke off in mid-flight. I'm sorry, but everyone who was in the rear of the plane is gone.

ROSE: They're probably thinking the same thing about us.






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