Narrator: Previously on LOST.: Man: We’re not just some stroll through the park. It’s trekking across vast stretches of desert: rafting bloody, treacherous waters! Terry: No! 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! Man: In any case, it’s a touring ordeal for someone in peak physical condition. Terry: Look! I booked this tour a month ago; you’ve already got my money! Now, I demand a place on that bus! Man: You misrepresented yourself. Terry: I never lied. Man: By omission, Terry O’Quinn. You neglected to tell us about your condition. Terry: My condition is not an issue! I’ve lived with it for four years. (HONKING) Man: Unfortunately, it is an issue for our insurance company. (HONKING) Man: I can’t keep the bus waiting any longer. It isn’t fair to the other - ! Terry: Hey, don’t talk to me about - (IMPACT) Terry: FAIR!!!
(The First Man gets up) Man: We’ll get you on a plane back to Sydney on our dime. That’s the best I can - ! Terry: No, I don’t want to go back to Sydney. I’ve been preparing for this for years. Just put me on the bus right now! I can do this! Man: No, you can’t. (A man walks away, as - ) Terry: Hey! Hey, don’t you walk away from me! You don’t know who you’re dealing with! Don’t ever tell me what I can’t do! EVER!!! Terry: This is - Terry: DESTINY. Terry: This is Destiny! This is my - Terry: DESTINY! (The Second Man regards Terry, as - ) Terry: I’m supposed to do this - Terry: Dammit! (The Third Man gets onto The Bus, as - )
Terry: Don’t tell me: Terry: “What I can’t do!” Terry: Don’t tell me what I - (Soundtrack: LOST. swelling music by Michael Giacchino)
(Flash/Sideways Sound) (A man steps outside with two BANGs, one purple haze (ΘΜ) and one black cherry vanilla, one Italian Style Wrap, and one - ) (A man lights a Black n Mild, Original, Wood Tip, as - ) (A man remembers: “Who’s that - ? What’s the music?" "Oh, uh, it’s - it's Luke Graham") (A man turns on a song) (Soundtrack: “Seven Years” by Lukas Graham) “Once I was seven years old, my mama told me / "Go make yourself some friends, or you'll be lonely" / Once, I was seven years old / It was a big, big world, but we thought we were bigger / Pushin' each other to the limits, we were learnin' quicker / By 11, smokin' herb and drinkin', burnin' liquor / Never rich, so we were out to make that steady figure / Once I was 11 years old, my daddy told me / "Go get yourself a wife, or you'll be lonely" / Once, I was 11 years old / I always had that dream like my daddy before me / So I started writin' songs, I started writin' stories / Somethin' about that glory just always seemed to bore me / 'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me / Once I was 20 years old, my story got told / Before the mornin' sun, when life was lonely / Once, I was 20 years old (Lukas Graham!) I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure / 'Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major / I got my boys with me, at least those in favor / And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later / Once I was 20 years old, my story got told / I was writin' 'bout everything I saw before me / Once, I was 20 years old / Soon, we'll be 30 years old, our songs have been sold / We've traveled around the world, and we're still roamin' / Soon, we'll be 30 years old / I'm still learnin' about life, my woman brought children for me / So I can sing them all my songs, and I can tell them stories / Most of my boys are with me, some are still out seeking glory / And some I had to leave behind, my brother, I'm still sorry / Soon, I'll be 60 years old, my daddy got 61 / Remember life and then your life becomes a better one / I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once / I hope my children come and visit once or twice a month / Soon, I'll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold? / Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me? / Soon, I'll be 60 years old / Soon, I'll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold? / Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me? / Soon, I'll be 60 years old / Once I was seven years old, my mama told me / "Go make yourself some friends, or you'll be lonely" / Once, I was seven years old / Once, I was seven years old…”
(A man is at an intersection in the dead of night, and he - ) (Crosses the intersection staring at the Red Hand, and he - ) (Stares at the Red Hand, and he - ) (Was staring at the Red Hand, as he - ) (A man was crossing the grass) (A man was walking the sidewalks at night) (A man saw a woman ascending the stairs) (A man ascends the stairs) (A man was ascending the stairs) (A man reaches his door) (A man had reached his door)
(A man sits down and he writes:) “Narrator: Previously on LOST.:” (And concludes with:) “‘Narrator: Previously on LOST.:’” (LOST. Sound) (Commercial Break)