Here on the Hawaii set of ABC's hit drama Lost — that twisty mystery series about plane crash survivors fending for themselves on a South Pacific island inhabited by polar bears, a sadistic Frenchwoman, and unseen monsters — the cameras roll as Kate (Evangeline Lilly) and Jack (Matthew Fox) stare at a mound of dirt marked with a wooden cross.
''Why didn't you just put him with the others when you burned the fuselage?'' asks Kate.
''Because I needed to bury him,'' explains Dr. Jack solemnly.
The two pull out some makeshift shovels and begin exhuming the dead guy, a U.S. marshal who was bringing fugitive Kate to justice before disaster struck. See, this marshal carried a wallet. And that wallet contained a key. And that key opens an impenetrable briefcase. And the contents of that case are important enough...
Here's what's lurking in the more immediate path for our fearful explorers: Locke makes a huge discovery. Someone will build a raft to try to escape. We'll meet other folks on the island who weren't on the plane, and learn two secrets about Hurley. The Bermuda Triangle continues to overlap with the Jack-Kate-Sawyer Triangle. (''I have a feeling that in the near term, it'll be Sawyer and Kate, and in the long term, it'll be Jack and Kate,'' says Fox. ''[But] there's not a whole lot of room for romance in the situation that these people are dealing with.'') Let's also heed this advice from Lindelof: ''The flashbacks serve as a great conduit to learn more about these characters, but that's not all they're there for. The idea that these people — way before they got on this airplane — have interacted with each other either directly or through third parties is one of the cool pieces of tapestry of the show.''
Of course, our Lost boys and girls have a few ideas of their own about what should happen on Danger Island. ''I'm just hoping it's going to go in this direction where we discover some magic nut in the jungle that's some sort of hallucinogenic,'' says Andrews (Sayid). ''I was hoping it would grow into an area where we have communes and free love.''
Holloway, clearly channeling his character, Sawyer, takes it one hedonistic step further: ''I would like to throw a big party with all my alcohol, and set up a little bar and have the girls dancing on the bar on bamboo stripper poles. It would remove us from all that ehhh for a minute. Dom already has the guitar. You could have people jamming, girls in their little torn-up stuff, and it'd be like, Yeah! Perfect episode.'' The one episode that they won't dare to think about, though, involves the R-word: rescue. ''No, dude,'' scoffs Perrineau. ''I want to have a job.''