I know this is perilously close to fanfic, but I had to. Based on conversations with several other fans.
*CAUTION -- SPOILER-Y*
(The group enters the cave. Along with the lead characters, there are several of the non-speaking castaways. We have gotten hold of the original, uncut footage.)
Jack: A cave ...
John: Are we safe in here? From that thing, right? That THING out there?!
Tyrone: John. Chill. It just knocked down some trees.
Charlie: And ate the pilot.
Tyrone: I'm sorry, what?
Charlie: Oh, gee, did we not mention that?
Tyrone: No, you didn't, and it'd be nice if your little fucking coffee clatch decided to SHARE with the rest of us every now and then!
John: Told you.
Jack: (jumping back) Aaaaahhh!
REVEAL two DESSICATED BODIES.
John: Holy Christ on a crutch!
Jack searches the bodies. He finds two small stones, WHITE and BLACK.
Jack: Bodies. And they've been here a long time.
John: What do you think those stones mean?
Jack: Oh, hey, look, water!
Jack skips over to the waterfall. Charlie follows. John and Tyrone stare at them.
Charlie: We can move everybody up here, for the water!
John: There are two frikkin' CORPSES over here!
Jack: Oh, they've been here too long to even try to figure out who they were? (back to) We'll be able to get out of the sun!
Tyrone: Why don't we check their clothing for labels, or evidence?
John: How about we even take three goddam seconds to go through their pockets for anything OTHER than Santa Fe-style jewelry? And what about those stones?
Tyrone: You're a doctor, right? At least check for blunt-force trauma.
Jack: I'm going back to the beach and tell Kate!
(Jack and Charlie exit)
John: I don't even think he's a doctor.
Tyrone: Crazy fucking white people.
John: That's unfair.
Tyrone: I'm going to hang with the brother down at the beach. Get some sanity.
CUT TO: Tyrone approaches Michael, who's glaring at Walt and burning comic books.
Tyrone: What's up?
Michael: Little bastard's reading comic books, and I'm afraid his goddam psychic powers will summon up another polar bear!
(Tyrone pauses. Begins to step away. Comes back)
Tyrone: I'm sorry. Another polar bear?
Michael: Yeah. The cracker with the abs shot him.
Tyrone: Wait. We have guns? Who the fuck decided who got the guns? Why aren't we having meetings about polar bears and guns?
(Michael shrugs. He whirls on Walt.)
Michael: No more melting SHIT WITH YOUR BRAIN!
CUT TO: Tyrone returns to the cave. John has the bodies pulled out, stripped, and is searching the fabric.
John: How'd it go --
Tyrone: Do not want to talk about it.
DAYS LATER: The other survivors huddle around a fire and a shelter dubbed the "Rosencrantz".
M.G.: So, wait, there are other people on the island?
John: First, the French lady --
Tyrone: Too far away?
John: Like, a day's walking distance. Sayid made it back limping. She had maps.
M.G.: I want to see the maps!
Sayid: Tough titty, day player.
Tyrone: Can't be that far, the fat guy made it. Apparently there are some numbers and figures on the maps.
M.G.: Wait, the FAT GUY talked to the French Lady?
M.G.: What numbers?
Hurley: They just show a weird repetitive pattern of coincidence linking myself, the flight, other survivors and even previously undiscovered inhabitants in a tapestry of malign intent.
Tyrone: Were you thinking of maybe telling the rest --
Hurley: Eh. Didn't seem to matter.
(Hurley exits. Jack and Kate rush past)
John: Jack! Wait, we want to see if we got this right.
Tyrone: (to Kate) Hey. Almost didn't recognize you with your pants on.
Jack: Okay, but I've got a real emergency on my hands!
John: Two secs. So far we know that there's not only a previous survivor here with intimate topographical knowledge of the island, and electricity --
Tyrone: The signal over-riding us, and Sayid said he got shocked --
John: - AND she's got guns, but there's ALSO in theory another civilized group that the Ethan guy came from, one that's well-stocked because he was in perfect health and had intimate knowledge of our situation before he inserted himself into our group.
John: Further, we can deduce that his base is less than a day from your cave camp, because when whats-her-name --
M.G.: Pregnant Hottie.
John: -- Pregnant Hottie escaped from him, she managed to make it to your caves AHEAD of a much fitter, much faster pursuer who ALSO knew the geography.
John: So we have multiple alternate survivor groups with desirable information AND technology all within daylight searching, we have rough maps, we have weapons, plus two OLDER bodies which may have their own clues, but you've yet to examine. Not to mention, if we can get those woman's maps, we can use the compass to measure magnetic declination, matching that to the primitive yet functional sextant --
(M.G. proudly presents the bamboo sextant it took him twenty minutes to make)
John: -- and nail down our rough position. We can also take those long strings of numbers Fat Guy has and compare them to all the personal data of the survivors, the knowledge of the island, and find further correlations.
John: Sooooo ... why don'twe?
Jack: Why don't we ... what?
Kate: Jack, hurry! Sawyer has my magic silver briefcase.
(Jack and Kate dash off.)
Tyrone: ... You uncurious motherfuckers.
edit: This post is getting a fair bit of traffic today. Thanks for coming. I have a quick write-up on the finale up at the home page.