Episode 5.07 - "The Life and Death of Jeremy Bentham" 
Written by: Damon Lindelof & Carlton Cuse 
Directed by: Jack Bender 

 Act 1 
[Door creaks] 
[clicks] 
[wood and metal rattle] 
[metal clanks] 
ILANA: Caesar. 
[Door creaks] 
CAESAR: Ilana. What's up? 
ILANA: Find anything? 
CAESAR: No. Nothing useful. 
ILANA: Then what'd you just put in your bag? 
CAESAR: ...Oh. 
[He removes a flashlight from his bag and shines the light in her eyes.] 
CAESAR: If you want it, it's yours. 
ILANA: We found someone--a man. 
CAESAR: What? 
ILANA: Roxanne was scouting just south of here, and he was just standing in the water. He's wearing a 
suit. 
CAESAR: Nobody recognizes him? 
ILANA: No. Whoever he is, he didn't come with us. 
CAESAR: Then how do we know he isn't one of the ones who disappeared? 
ILANA: He's not. 
CAESAR: And how do you know? 
ILANA: Because he wasn't on the plane. 
CAESAR: What did this man have to say? 
ILANA: You can ask him yourself. 
CAESAR: Hello.
MAN: Hello. 
CAESAR: My name is Caesar. What's yours? 
[The man removes the blanket cloaking his head. It's Locke.] 
LOCKE: My name is John Locke. 
Act 2 
[Locke stands alone on the beach. The ocean waves lap at his bare feet.] 
ILANA: Morning. 
LOCKE: Hello. 
ILANA: Breakfast? 
[She hands him a mango.] 
ILANA: We found a tree. They're pretty good. 
LOCKE: Much obliged. 
ILANA: I'm Ilana. 
LOCKE: John. Are those your boats? 
ILANA: No. They were already here. There used to be three, but the pilot and some woman took one. 
Didn't tell anyone, just ran off in the middle of the night. 
LOCKE: The pilot of the plane that brought you here? 
ILANA: Yes. That's right. 
LOCKE: Do you have a passenger list? 
[Sighs] 
ILANA: You'll have to talk to Caesar. 
LOCKE: Mmm. [Chuckles] I think this is the best mango I've ever eaten. 
ILANA: Nobody remembers you being on the plane. 
LOCKE: Well, I don't remember being on it either. 
ILANA: What do you remember? 
LOCKE: I remember a lot. 
ILANA: Like why you're dressed up so nice? 
LOCKE: No, but I can guess. 
ILANA: Please. Guess. 
LOCKE: I think this suit is what they were gonna bury me in.
ILANA: Sorry? 
LOCKE: You asked what I remembered. I remember dying. 
[Creaking and clanking] 
CHRISTIAN: Good luck, John. 
[Cranking and clanking] 
[Buzzing, magnetic humming] 
CHRISTIAN: Say hello to my son. 
LOCKE: Who's your son? 
[Locke opens his eyes on the desert floor.] 
[Wind howling] 
[Groans] 
[Gags] 
[Coughing and gagging] 
[Spits] 
[Cries] 
LOCKE: Aah! [Groans] 
[Panting] 
LOCKE: Is anybody in there?! Can you help me?! Aah! Aah! 
[Groans] 
[Vehicle approaching] 
LOCKE: Hey! No! Hey! Hey! 
[Tires skid] 
[Men shouting in foreign language] 
LOCKE: Aah! [Grunts] Aah! God! Aah! 
[Men continue shouting in foreign language] 
[Thud] 
[Groans] 
[Truck door closes] 
LOCKE: Aah! God! 
[Man shouting in foreign language]
LOCKE: Where is this? [Grunts] Where am I? Where am I? Where is this? 
[Speaking foreign language] 
LOCKE: [Grunts] Aah! 
[Locke screaming and groaning] 
LOCKE: Sir, where am I? Who are you? Where am I? Do you speak English? 
[Pants] 
[Shouts in foreign language] 
DOCTOR: You swallow. 
[Grunting] 
DOCTOR: Swallow. 
[Speaking foreign language] 
[Gags and grunts] 
[Shouts in foreign language] 
[Panting] 
LOCKE: Where are we? 
[Speaks in foreign language] 
LOCKE: Oh--what? What? What? What-- 
DOCTOR: You bite. Bite! 
[Groans] 
[Muffled screaming] 
[Speaks in foreign language] 
[Muffled shouting] 
[Muffled screaming] 
[Bone crunches] 
[Muffled screaming] 
[Man speaks in foreign language] 
MAN: John? John, wake up. 
LOCKE: Mm. 
MAN: You had a compound fracture. The doctors here did their best, but I had a specialist flown in to 
reset your leg properly.
[The man is revealed to be Charles Widmore.] 
[Sighs] 
[Water pouring] 
WIDMORE: It's nice to see you again, John. 
LOCKE: Do I know you? 
WIDMORE: [Chuckles) Yes. I understand your being confused. Imagine how I feel. I met you when I 
was 17. And now all these years later, here we are. You look exactly the same. [Sighs] 
LOCKE: Who are you? 
[Sets down glass] 
WIDMORE: My name is Charles Widmore. Tell me, John. How long has it been for you since... we first 
met, since you walked into our camp and you spoke to Richard? 
LOCKE: Four days. 
WIDMORE: [Chuckles] That's incredible. 
LOCKE: The camera in the desert--that was yours? 
WIDMORE: Yeah. 
LOCKE: How did you know I'd be there? 
WIDMORE: Because that's the exit. I was afraid Benjamin might fool you into leaving the Island, like 
he did with me. I was their leader. 
LOCKE: The Others? 
WIDMORE: They're not the "Others" to me. They're my people. We protected the island peacefully 
for more than three decades. But then I was exiled by him... just as you were. 
LOCKE: No. Ben wasn't even there when I left. He was already gone. I--I... I wasn't exiled. I... chose 
to leave. 
WIDMORE: Why... would you do that, John? You've come to bring them back... the ones who left. 
LOCKE: [Sighs] No. No. 
WIDMORE: I understand you lying to me. I do. But there's something you should know. All your 
friends who left the Island? They've been back three years. 
LOCKE: Three years? 
WIDMORE: And they've gone back to their normal lives. 
[Newspaper crinkles] 
WIDMORE: And none of them has spoken a word of truth about where they were. 
LOCKE: I have to bring them back.
WIDMORE: And I'm gonna do everything in my power to help you do that. 
LOCKE: Why? 
WIDMORE: "Why"? 
LOCKE: Why would you help me? 
WIDMORE: Because there's a war coming, John. And if you're not back on the Island when that 
happens, the wrong side is going to win. 
Act 3 
[Children shouting] 
LOCKE: "Jeremy Bentham"? 
WIDMORE: He was a British philosopher. Your parents had a sense of humor when they named you, so 
why can't I? This should be money enough for now. The phone's international. If you need to reach me, 
for anything, just press 2-3. The folder contains your people's whereabouts, everyone that was on the 
Island that left. 
LOCKE: You've been watching them? 
WIDMORE: I'm deeply invested in the future of the Island, John. So, yes, I've been watching them. I 
wouldn't mention I'm involved in this. I can't imagine what they think of me, having listened to 
Benjamin's lies. 
LOCKE: How do I know that you're not the one who's lying? 
WIDMORE: I haven't tried to kill you. Would you say the same for him? 
[Rooster crows, goat bleats in distance] 
WIDMORE: [Chuckles] You still don't trust me. 
LOCKE: You sent a team of killers and a boatload of C-4 to the Island. That... doesn't exactly scream 
"trust." 
WIDMORE: I needed Linus removed... so it could be your time. 
LOCKE: Right. 
WIDMORE: The Island needs you, John. It has for a long time. 
LOCKE: What makes you think I'm so special? 
WIDMORE: Because you are. 
[Brakes squeal] 
WIDMORE: Ah. Your chariot has arrived. 
LOCKE: He said I would die. 
WIDMORE: I beg your pardon? 
LOCKE: Richard Alpert. He said the only way to get them to come back was if I died.
WIDMORE: I don't know why he said that, but I'm not gonna let that happen. This is Matthew 
Abaddon. He'll take you anywhere you need to go, protect you from whomever intends to do you harm. 
ABADDON: Mr. Locke. 
[Zips portfolio] 
[Grunts] 
WIDMORE: Good luck, John, and godspeed. 
ABADDON: Anything you need, Mr. Locke, you just let me know. Anything. Anybody from your past you 
want me to look up for you? The whole world thinks you're dead, Mr. Locke. There must be somebody 
who'd be happy to see you. 
LOCKE: Please don't talk to me. 
ABADDON: You got it. 
[Bleating] 
[Men speaking in foreign language] 
[Bell clanging] 
ABADDON: But we're almost at the airport, so you're gonna at least have to tell me where we're going 
first. 
LOCKE: Santo Domingo. 
[Men shouting in Spanish] 
WOMAN: Andale! 
[Speaking spanish] 
[Hammers pounding, saw whirring] 
[Men shouting in Spanish] 
SAYID: Espera. Necesito terminar este techo. Paseme otra viga. 
MAN: Hey, Sayid! Mira! Tienes un visitante. 
[Whirring and hammering continues] 
[Moments later, Sayid meets with Locke at a nearby table.] 
SAYID: I don't believe this. You actually want me to go back? 
LOCKE: I--I know how it sounds, Sayid, but you have to trust me. This is the only way to save them. 
SAYID: I'm not going back. For two years, I was manipulated into thinking I was protecting everyone 
on the Island. 
LOCKE: Who was manipulating you? 
SAYID: Ben. So who is manipulating you, John?
LOCKE: This is coming from me, nobody else. I know you, Sayid. And deep down in your heart, you know 
we never should've left the Island. 
SAYID: It's only because I left the Island that I was finally able to marry the woman I loved. We 
spent nine months together--the best nine months of my life, John. That's what I know in my heart. 
[Men shouting in Spanish] 
LOCKE: Where is she now? 
SAYID: She was murdered. 
LOCKE: Uh... I'm sorry. 
SAYID: Why do you really need to go back? Is it just because you have nowhere else to go? 
LOCKE: If you change your mind, I'll be staying under the name "Jeremy Bentham" in L.A. at the 
Westerfield Hotel. 
SAYID: And if you change your mind, you're welcome to come back here and do some real good. Good- 
bye, John. 
LOCKE: You asked if there was someone you could look up for me. 
ABADDON: Yes, I did. 
LOCKE: Her name is Helen--Helen Norwood--and she was living in Los Angeles. 
ABADDON: She an old girlfriend of yours? 
[School bell rings] 
LOCKE: Help me get out of the car. 
[Laughter] 
[Indistinct conversations] 
ABADDON: So that's Michael Dawson's son, huh? 
LOCKE: Yeah. 
ABADDON: Boy's gotten big. 
WALT: Um, I'm--I'm-a be right back. I'm-a go. 
BOY: All right. 
WALT: I'm-a be right back. 
BOY: All right. 
ABADDON: I'll give you two some privacy. 
[Horn honks] 
WALT: Hey, John.
LOCKE: Hi, Walt. 
WALT: What happened? 
LOCKE: I hurt my leg. You don't seem surprised to see me. 
WALT: I've been having dreams about you. You were on the Island, wearing a suit, and there are 
people all around you. They wanted to hurt you, John. 
LOCKE: Good thing they're just dreams. 
WALT: Is my dad... is he back on the Island? I haven't talked to him in three years. I figured he 
must've gone back. 
LOCKE: Um, last I heard, your dad was on a freighter near the Island. 
WALT: So why'd you come to see me? 
LOCKE: I just wanted to make sure you were okay. 
WALT: Yeah. I'm doing pretty good. Well, I gotta go. It was good seeing you, John. 
LOCKE: Yeah. Take care. 
[Walt walks off.] 
ABADDON: I take it you didn't invite him along. Boy's been through enough. That's 0-for-2, Mr. 
Locke. Maybe I misunderstood, but I thought you had to bring everyone back. 
LOCKE: I only need to convince one. And if I can do that, the rest will come. And maybe I was 
mistaken, but I thought you we my driver. 
Act 4 
[Birds chirping] 
LOCKE: Hello, Hugo. 
HURLEY: So you didn't make it, huh? 
LOCKE: Pardon me? 
HURLEY: You didn't make it. It's cool. No biggie. You're not the first person to visit me, you know. But 
what's up with the wheelchair? 
LOCKE: Uh, I broke my leg falling down a hole. 
HURLEY: Oh. Is that how you died? 
LOCKE: Hugo, I'm not dead. 
HURLEY: Sure you're not. 
LOCKE: No, I--I promise you, I'm very much alive. 
HURLEY: [Calling to a nearby nurse] Hey, Susie, am I talking to a dude in a wheelchair right now? 
SUSIE: Yep.
[Hurley jumps up from his seat and backs away.] 
HURLEY: Whoa, dude. What are you doing here? 
LOCKE: I need you to come back to the Island with me. 
HURLEY: Wait. What? 
LOCKE: And not just you, but everybody who left. 
HURLEY: You mean Jack and Kate-- 
LOCKE: Everybody. 
HURLEY: I'm sorry, dude. I don't think that's gonna happen. Jack's a doctor now, and--and Sun's, like, 
got her baby, and Kate's got Aaron. 
[Lowered voice] 
HURLEY: Dude, be cool. Don't look, but we're being watched. 
[Locke looks to see Matthew Abaddon waiting by the car.] 
HURLEY: [Whispers] Dude! 
LOCKE: Oh, don't worry. He's with me. 
HURLEY: What?! 
LOCKE: He's just driving me around. He's okay. 
HURLEY: That dude is far from okay. When I first got locked up in here, he showed up, claiming that 
he worked for Oceanic Air. He's evil! You should not be trusting that guy. 
LOCKE: Please, just listen to me. 
HURLEY: No, no, no! I'm not listening to you! 
LOCKE: Hugo, please, listen. 
HURLEY: [Plugging his ears, singing] La, la, la, la, la. I wanna go back in. I wanna go back in. 
LOCKE: Hugo-- 
HURLEY: No, I'm not going anywhere with you! Go away! Bye! Get out of here! 
MALE NURSE: You're safe. 
ABADDON: That's three visits now. 
[Seat belt clicks] 
ABADDON: You may wanna step up your game, Mr. Locke, or we're all in serious trouble. 
[Starts engine] 
LOCKE: What exactly is it that you do for Mr. Widmore, Matthew? 
[Abaddon turns off the engine.]
ABADDON: You're ready to talk about it now, huh? John... you're not really gonna pretend you don't 
remember that I was an orderly in the hospital right after your accident? That I was the one who told 
you to go on your walkabout? The same walkabout that put you on the plane that crashed on that 
Island? 
LOCKE: No. I remember. 
ABADDON: I help people get to where they need to get to, John. That's what I do for Mr. Widmore. 
[Starts engine] 
KATE: The answer is no. 
LOCKE: Kate, I don't think you understand-- 
KATE: No, you made yourself perfectly clear. Everyone on the Island is gonna die if I don't go back. 
And the answer is no. 
LOCKE: Why? Don't you care about them? 
KATE: Have you ever been in love, John? 
LOCKE: What? 
KATE: I think about you sometimes. I think about how desperate you were to stay on that Island. And 
then I realized... it was all because you didn't love anybody. 
LOCKE: That's not true. I loved someone... once. Her name was Helen. 
KATE: What happened? 
LOCKE: Well... it--it... it just didn't work out. 
KATE: Why not, John? 
LOCKE: I was angry. I was... ob-obsessed. 
KATE: And look how far you've come. 
ABADDON: Let me help you, Mr. Locke. 
LOCKE: [Sighs] Did you find her? 
ABADDON: Find who? 
LOCKE: Helen Norwood--the woman I asked you about. 
ABADDON: No, I didn't. I'm sorry. [Sighs] Three years is a long time. It's possible she got married, 
changed her name. Maybe she moved out of state. 
LOCKE: You found everyone else! All of them. Sayid was in the middle of nowhere, but you can't find 
Helen because she moved? Your job is to get people to where they need to get to? Well, I need to get 
to her. 
[Thunder rumbles] 
LOCKE: What happened to her?
ABADDON: She died of a brain aneurysm. I'm very sorry, Mr. Locke. 
LOCKE: She loved me. If I had just... [sighs] we could've been together. 
ABADDON: Maybe you could have. That wouldn't change anything. She'd still be gone. 
LOCKE: Would she? 
ABADDON: Helen is where she's supposed to be. As sad as it is, her path led here. And your path, no 
matter what you did or what you do, your path leads back to the Island. 
LOCKE: You say that like it's all det--inevitable. 
ABADDON: Mr. Widmore told me Richard Alpert said that you were going to die. So you tell me, John. 
Is that inevitable, or is it a choice? 
LOCKE: What, you think I wanna die? How is that... how could you possibly think that's a choice? 
ABADDON: Hey... I'm just your driver. 
[Wheelchair rattles] 
[Silenced gunshot] 
[Silenced gunshot] 
LOCKE: Matthew! 
[Silenced gunshot] 
LOCKE: Uhh! Aah! Aah! 
[Thud] 
[Starts engine] 
[Tires pealing] 
[Tires screech, horn blaring] 
[Horns honking] 
[Pants] 
[Tires screeching] 
[Hissing] 
Act 5 
[Inhales sharply] 
LOCKE: Oh! 
[Inhales sharply] 
JACK: What are you doing here? 
[Bathing deeply]
LOCKE: Jack, how did you find me? 
JACK: You were in a car accident and you were brought into my hospital. What are you doing here? 
LOCKE: [Grunts] We have to go back. 
JACK: [Laughing] Of course. Of course we do. 
LOCKE: Jack, the people I left behind need our help. We're supposed to go back-- 
JACK: --because it's our destiny? How many times are you gonna say that to me, John? 
LOCKE: How can you not see it? Of all the hospitals they could've brought me to, I end up here. You 
don't think that's fate? 
JACK: Your car accident was on the west side of Los Angeles. You being brought into my hospital isn't 
fate, John. It's probability. 
LOCKE: You don't understand. It wasn't an accident. Someone is trying to kill me. 
JACK: Why? Why would someone try to kill you? 
LOCKE: Because they don't want me to succeed. They wanna stop me. They don't want me to get back 
because I'm important. 
JACK: Have you ever stopped to think that these delusions that you're special aren't real? That 
maybe there's nothing important about you at all? Maybe you are just a lonely old man that crashed on 
an Island. That's it. Good-bye, John. 
LOCKE: Your father says hello. 
JACK: What? 
LOCKE: A man--the man who told me to move the Island--the man who told me how to bring you all 
back--he said to tell his son hello. It couldn't have been Sayid's father, and it wasn't Hurley's, so that 
leaves you. He said his name was Christian. 
JACK: My... my father is dead. 
LOCKE: Well, he didn't look dead to me. 
JACK: [Voice breaking] He died in Australia three years ago. I put him in the coffin! He's dead. 
LOCKE: Jack, please, you have to come back! You're the only one who can convince the rest of 'em. You 
have to help me! You're supposed to help me! 
LOCKE: John, it's over! It's done. We left, and we were never important. So you... you leave me alone. 
And you leave the rest of 'em alone! 
[Door closes] 
[Cell phone thuds] 
[Grunts] 
[Crutch drops]
[Thud] 
[Table scrapes against floor] 
[Garden shears clank] 
[Sighs] 
[Inhales sharply] 
[Knock on door] 
[Knock on door] 
MAN: John? John? 
[Doorknob rattles] 
[The man bursts through the door. It's Benjamin Linus.] 
BEN: John, what are you doing? 
[Door closes] 
BEN: Wait, please. John, stop! 
[Pants] 
LOCKE: H--how did you find me? 
BEN: I have a man watching Sayid. I'm watching all of them, keeping them safe. When you turned up, 
he called me. 
LOCKE: Who... who... 
BEN: W--w--what are you doing here? John, just calm down. 
LOCKE: What do you want from me?! 
BEN: Please, let me help-- 
LOCKE: Answer the question! 
BEN: I'm trying to protect you. 
LOCKE: Protect me? You shot him. You killed Abaddon. 
BEN: Yes. Yes, I did. But it was only a matter of time before he tried to kill you. I was just trying to 
get to you, but you drove off and crashed. 
LOCKE: Why? Why would-- 
BEN: He was working for Charles Widmore. He's extremely dangerous. 
LOCKE: No! Widmore came to me. He saved me. 
BEN: No, John, he used you. He waited till you showed up so that you could help him get to the Island. 
Charles Widmore is the reason I moved the Island! So that he could never find it again, to keep him
away so that you could lead. You can't do this. If anything happens to you... John, you have no idea how 
important you are. Let me help you. 
LOCKE: [Inhales sharply] There is no helping me. [Sniffles] I'm... [Sniffles] I'm a failure. 
BEN: No, John, you're not. 
LOCKE: I am! I couldn't get any of them. I couldn't get a single one of them to come back with me. 
Lead anyone. 
BEN: Jack booked a ticket. 
LOCKE: W--what? 
BEN: A plane ticket from Los Angeles to Sydney, tonight. Return trip first thing in the morning. 
Whatever you said to him, John--it worked. And if you got Jack, you can get the rest of them. 
[Sniffles] 
BEN: John... you can't die. You've got too much work to do. We've gotta get you back to that Island so 
that you can do it. 
[Cord drops] 
BEN: Please, John. Come on. 
[Sniffles] 
BEN: Come down. 
[Grunts] 
[Crying] 
BEN: I know we can do this, John. 
[Sobs] 
BEN: You haven't even been to Sun yet. Let's start with her. 
LOCKE: No. I... [Sniffles] I promised Jin that I wouldn't bring her back. 
BEN: Jin is alive? 
LOCKE: Yeah. Yeah. But he didn't want her to know. He--he wanted me to tell her that his... [breathes 
deeply] that his body washed up on the beach. And, uh, he gave me his wedding ring to prove it. 
BEN: All right. 
[Sniffles] 
BEN: A promise is a promise. 
[Cries] 
LOCKE: Thank you. [Cries] 
BEN: You're welcome. Come on.
[Whispers indistinctly] 
BEN: [Whispers] Let's go. [Normal voice] I know we can do this. 
[Locke grunts.] 
BEN: Once we can get them all in the same place... I don't know where we go from there, but we'll 
figure something out. 
LOCKE: I know where we go. There's a woman here in Los Angeles. 
BEN: A woman? 
LOCKE: Yeah, I don't know exactly where, but she shouldn't be that hard to find. Her name is--is, uh... 
Eloise Hawking. 
BEN: Eloise Hawking? You sure? 
LOCKE: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, why? Do you know her? 
BEN:Yes. John. I know her. 
[Grunting] 
LOCKE: Aah! 
[Gasping] 
[Grunts] 
[Pants] 
[Gagging] 
[Panting] 
Act 6 
[A shadow of a hanging body projects on the wall. Ben finishes wiping down Ben's apartment with 
cleaning fluid, scrubbing away any evidence of the crime he has committed. He leaves through the 
door, and as he does, he turns around and looks at Locke one last time.] 
BEN: I'll miss you, John. I really will. 
[Back on the Island, Locke walks through the door of an office and sees Caesar reading files at a 
desk.] 
[Door creaks] 
LOCKE: That symbol--it belongs to an organization called the DHARMA Initiative. They were 
conducting some experiments here a while back. 
CAESAR: How do you know that? 
LOCKE: I spent more than a hundred days on this Island. I know a lot. 
CAESAR: A hundred days? So when we crashed, you were already here.
LOCKE: No. No, I, uh... I left. 
CAESAR: How long ago did you leave? 
LOCKE: [Sighs] The timing would just confuse ya. 
CAESAR: Well... how did you get back? 
LOCKE: To be honest, that part's a bit of a mystery to me. 
CAESAR: Okay, John Locke... I have a mystery, too. Maybe you can help me with it. 
LOCKE: I'm happy to try. 
CAESAR: On the plane, I was sitting across the aisle from that really big guy with curly hair. When the 
plane started shaking--really shaking--there was a big noise and a bright light. And this really big guy 
with curly hair... was gone, man. I mean, literally gone. And it wasn't only him. Some of us saw it happen 
to other people, too. So, Mr. John Locke, do you have an idea about what happened? 
LOCKE: I think... I might know how I came to be here. But that would involve me finding my friends. Do 
you have a--a--a passenger list? 
CAESAR: No. The pilot took it when he ran off. 
LOCKE: And everyone's accounted for--all the people? O--other than the--the ones who disappeared. 
CAESAR: Yeah, yeah, except for the people who got hurt. 
LOCKE: "The people who got hurt"? 
[Locke looks over the wounded, who lay silent on cots. He stops and regards one unconscious man.] 
CAESAR: You know him? 
LOCKE: Yeah. He's the man who killed me. 
[L O S T] 
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