REDSHIRT: Stay away from the gas. Stay there.
[Shannon screaming. Jack looks up at the wing.]
REDSHIRT #2 [trapped under the piece with the still moving engine]: Help. Help. Somebody help me. Ahh, my leg.
JACK: Give me a hand. You, c'mon, come over here. Give me a hand. [A group of redshirts (and Locke) gather around to lift the metalpiece that's trapping the man.] On the count of 3: 1, 2, 3.
[Jack pulls the man out from under. One leg is bloody. Jack starts ripping the man's pants to get to the wound. Jack uses his tie as a tourniquet.]
CLAIRE: Help. Somebody please help me. Please help me.
[We see Claire is pregnant and on her hands and knees. Jack sees her.]
JACK [to a redshirt and Locke]: Okay, get him out of here. Gethim away from the engine. Get him out of here.
[He runs over to Claire through a lot of wreckage.]
CLAIRE: Help me please. I'm having contractions.
JACK: How many months pregnant are you?
CLAIRE: I'm nearly 8 months.
[Jack looks over and sees Boone doing CPR on Rose.]
JACK [to Claire]: How far apart are they coming?
CLAIRE: I don't know, a few just happened.
[Shot of Locke and Redshirtcarrying bad-leg-guy away. Another guy starts walking in front of the engine and Locke sees him.]
LOCKE: Hey, hey, get away:
[The guy gets sucked into the engine and the engine explodes. Shot of people running. Jack sort of falls on top of Claire to protect her.]
JACK: Listen to me, we're gonna: you're going to be okay, understand me. But you have to sit absolutely still.
[Jack looking at Boonegiving Rose mouth-to-mouth.]
JACK [to Hurley]: Hey, you, come here. I need you to get this woman away from these fumes. Take her over there and stay with her. If her contractions occur any closer than 3 minutes apart call out to me.
HURLEY: Oh, you've got to be kidding me. (Jack starts running off). Hey, what's your name?
[Jack runs up to Boone and Rose.]
JACK: Stop. Her head'snot tilted far back enough. You're blowing air into her stomach.
BOONE: You sure?
[Jack starts giving her mouth-to-mouth. ]
BOONE: That's exactly what I was doing. I'm a lifeguard. I'm licensed.
JACK: Yeah, well, you need to seriously think about giving that license back.
BOONE: Maybe we should do one of those hole things. You know, stick the pen in the throat?
JACK: Yeah, good idea, you goget me a pen.
[Boone runs off to get pens.]
JACK [doing CPR]: C'mon, c'mon.
JACK: Big deep breaths, take breaths.
[Sound of metal. Jack looks up to see a big piece of metal high up (the wing) on some of the wreckage starting to wobble. Claire and Hurley are right under where it would fall. Jack runs over to them. ]
JACK [as he's running]: Move, move, move! Get her up! Gether out of there!
[Jack, Hurley, and Claire run out of way as there is a huge explosion. A big piece of burning debris lands near Charlie.]
JACK [to Claire]: You okay?
JACK [to Hurley]: You... [Hurley sort of nods lying on the ground]. Stay with her.
HURLEY: Dude, I'm not going anywhere.
[Jack sort of stumbling around the beach, looks into the fuselage. Takes a moment tosteady himself, almost crying.]
BOONE [walking up holding out a handful of pens]: I didn't know which one would work best.
JACK: They're all good. Thanks.
[Shot of Jack going through a suitcase, and finding a sewing kit. Jack going to a deserted part of the beach and taking his jacket and shirt off. He has a big gash on his side. Kate comes walking by, doesn't know Jack is there. Kate rubbing her...