Am heutigen Tage, dem 22. September, vor genau 7 Jahren, stürzte Oceanic Flug 815 irgendwo zwischen Sydney und Los Angeles über dem Pazifik ab und nichts sollte mehr so sein, wie es einmal war….

 

LOST

“Pilot”

ACT ONE

OVER BLACKNESS, MUSIC. OMINOUS AND FOREBODING.
1 THEN, OUT OF THE DARKNESS, A SINGLE WORD. FLOATING IN SPACE, OUT OF FOCUS, TOWARD CAMERA. AS IT APPROACHES IT COMES INTO FOCUS, BUT IT’S SHARP ONLY FOR A BRIEF MOMENT:

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AS IT NEARS US IT AGAIN LOSES FOCUS — AND AS WE MOVE THROUGH THE “O” OUR MUSIC CRESCENDOS, THEN STOPS ABRUPTLY AS WE CUT TO:

2 A MAN’S EYE

EXTREME CLOSEUP. Open wide. The man’s skin wet, speckled with soil and flecks of blood. His breathing CLOSELY MIKED — erratic. This man’s in shock. The SOUNDS of INSECTS and ANIMALS other-worldly. A blink. Then, the REVERSE ANGLE: staring up hundreds of BAMBOO STALKS. Sunlight almost impenetrable through the dense forest.

SLIGHTLY WIDER on the Man’s face as he stares upward, disoriented, stunned. 40-years-old. Fit. In normal circumstances, one glance would make you feel confident in him. Trusting. But here, now, he’s the one in trauma.

His name is JACK.

Then, a RUSTLING SOUND — something COMING — it gets LOUDER and Jack suddenly SNAPS his head to the side to see something appear through the thick bamboo foliage — A WHITE LABRADOR. Collar. Tags. It stops abruptly, twenty feet away from Jack, looking at him. And for the first time, we PULL BACK

TO A WIDE SHOT of the intense, alien-looking BAMBOO FOREST. The dog just stares at Jack, who we now see wears a BUSINESS SUIT and lies on his back, caught in broken bamboo stalks. And Jack just stares back.

Erste Seite des LOST-Piloten, geschrieben von JJ Abrams und Damon Lindelof, die bei mir eingerahmt an der Wand hängt.

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