a night worth fighting for

what newsies taught me

you are strong. don’t let someone push you down.

you are smart. seriously, your brain is so original and creative.

you are good. good does not mean nice. nice is boring. you have good coursing through every inch of your being.

you can. if you want it to happen, make it happen.

you leave a mark. even the smallest people have the longest shadow.

you are loved. no one is alone, i promise.

you should fight. fight for what’s right, fight for others, fight for yourself.

you are so important. literally everyone has such an important role. if we removed you, the whole world would fall apart.

you have a family. someone is willing to fight for you.

you are front page news. treat yourself as such.

we say how much we love this show but i don’t think we understand. this is a show telling us to fight for what we believe in. we crack jokes, we tell stories, but most of all we hear those words echo in our ears when we see injustice.

fight. because we all have something worth fighting for.

Langst mini fic #6: For Lance

Warning: OC, a little bit AU, some grammar errors (but I tried to keep it in minimum)

They were identical twins. Sometimes they act alike sometimes it was the opposite but it was fine for everyone because whenever the twins were there then it means that there would be no dull moment.

Lance was the outgoing and more adventurous between the two. In a young age it became apparent that he was a boy who wanted to charm his way, or at least he really like to flirt his way around. The ladies around them giggled at the attempts of a ten year old child and thought that it was cute. Lance was a great strategist also and could almost beat anyone in chess (but he never won against Abuela) and has a dream to go out in space sometime so his dream school was in Garrison. Lance also hates anything related to spooky stuff. That was why he was not allowed to rummage around his younger twin’s belongings.

Leo was more the silent type when the two of them didn’t act the same. He prefer reading books all day and his favorite past time was accompanying his twin (with a book). He loved literature and dreamed someday that he could publish his own novel. It would be nice also if he could retell the adventures of Lance because there was never a real dull moment when his older twin was around. He was also a fan of anything scary and has a bunch of collection of horror books, games and decorations in his side of the room that shared between him and Lance.

It all changes during an accident.

An accident that took Lance’s life away.

They were fourteen years old.

Everyone in the family was grieving but the one that they were worried the most was Leo. When Leo woke up after the drowning accident he immediately asked where was Lance because the last thing he remembered was Lance trying to get him above the surface. The moment the news registered in Leo’s mind was the time that he stopped speaking and just stared at nothingness.

During the funeral, all Leo could think was how much all of this was his fault. Why did he have to be bored that day? He could just find solace in his books so why did he asked Lance to go fishing? Why didn’t Leo wait for one of their older siblings or any elders at all before sailing off the ocean? Why didn’t he checked the weather first before asking Lance?

When Leo stared at the mirror all he could see was Lance…

…that’s right, Lance was still alive. It was Leo who drowned. It was Leo who was now buried under the ground.

The doctors said that Leo was still grieving and just in the denial stage. His mother asked how long will his son be like this?

“Don’t worry, Mama. Lance is here. Lance is here.”

He became Lance. Leo’s books were sold so that he could add it in his savings to take the exam in Garrison. Being the twin who was always with the other, Leo perfected the role of being Lance.

Until one day he fully believed that Lance was alive and Leo was gone.

When he broke the news to everyone that he passed the entrance exam of the Garrison he thought that his family would be happy for him. It was a rational thought, right? It was his dream to be a pilot after all.

His mother broke in sad tears before him. His sister gave him a harsh slap. His brother screamed at him and said “Leo, wake up already! Lance is dead!”. And his father just stared at him with disappointed eyes while calming down his mother.

He didn’t understand. Why were they sad? Why were they angry at him?

“But…but I am Lance, right?”

His brother was about to deliver a punch but it was stopped by their father.

“When will you be leaving?” father asked him calmly once they were alone in the kitchen.

“…next week”

He only received a nod and the day he went to Garrison was the most confusing day for him. His father was the only one who saw him get on a plane.

Now, being in space and playing heroes, Lance (Leo) was now starting to question himself if sneaking out that night was really worth it. He was fighting a war with his friends and he didn’t know if he could go back home alive and in one piece.

He still want to know why everyone was so upset when he received his acceptance letter from the Garrison.

But, he could think about it later. Once he was freed from being captured.

Really, why did Shiro think that pairing up with Keith was such a good idea? Yeah, they were a good team when Sendak attacked the castle or during that time in Balmera but it didn’t mean that they could get along 24/7.

Meeting the witch they call Haggar was probably the only proof he had that being trapped in space was somehow worth it. The witch made him remember the promise he made a long time ago.

“Tell me what you know about Voltron, foolish Blue Paladin.”

He raised his head and glared sardonically towards the witch before him.

“Bitch, I’m Leo. And I AM NOT the Blue Paladin. That’s my twin brother and sadly he is not here so please leave a message after the ring-”

He didn’t managed to finish what he wanted to say for a surge of electricity travel down his nerves.

“I can recite Hamlet to you if you are interested.”

No matter how much pain he received Leo would be happy to have it if it means that Lance was safe. Leo was sure that when the other Paladins comes to their aid then Lance would once again come out and keep Leo company.

But for now, Leo would do anything for Lance.

For Lance.

Langst Mini Fics:

#1 / #2 / #3 (Part 1) / #3 (Part 2) / #4 / #5 / #6 / #7 / #8

Completely in Bliss

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader

There is this moment when you wake up and you feel completely blissed.

Usually, it is rare that you and Spencer sleep together, with you working as a doctor and him being an FBI agent. You both would be called in work at random times, and you both understood the importance of your jobs. So you both really cherish the times you spend together, and one would be sleeping when the other comes home at many nights.

But the best part is waking up next to him. Spencer has an habit of clinging onto anything whenever he slept, and most of the time it was you. You would wake up to your back flushed to his chest, his face buried in your hair, and arms encircling your waist. Today was a bit different, as you woke up the first thing you see is his bare chest. You must have turned in your sleep, and since you always wake up before him, you always cherish these untouchable moments.

You stare up at his face with a soft smile. He is completely relaxed, his lips slightly pouted and hair covering his closed eyes. You bring your hand up to push the hair away, tucking it behind his ear. You continue to stroke his soft hair, focusing on his peaceful expression. There were no worried lines and he looked so young and carefree.

You both have seen pretty horrendous stuff because of your careers, and it is hard not to have nightmares about it. Especially Spencer, who worked to catch the evilest minds, and you don’t come out unscratched from seeing all of that.

So to see him so peaceful and relax softens your heart and calms your mind since you were always worried that you will lose him to his job. And seeing him and feeling the swell in your heart reminds you why everything is worth it. Every fight, every night in an empty bed, every date with Chinese food and cuddling in the sofa, every moment you spend with this man. Everything was worth it if it meant you being with him for the rest of your life.

That’s why you love the mornings because right now, tucked in your bed in your apartment with his arms around you, away from the demanding world, you always feel safe and completely in bliss.

You notice as his eyebrows crunch up in his cute way as he opens his eyes. You smile wider as he pulls you closer to his body. “Good morning,” He murmured into your ears, his voice gruff. He kisses your forehead and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Good morning,” You reply back, already knowing that he fell back to sleep. He wasn’t going to let you go for few more minutes or so and then you both will be off to your work. And you were completely okay with it.

Yeah you loved the mornings because of this.

If You Ever Come Back (Tom Holland)

Originally posted by prettystucky

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warning: None
Summary: Tom and Y/n have been broken up for two months and neither one of them have truly gotten over it since they were still very much in love with one another. They had not talked for the whole two months until Y/n texts Tom saying that she wanted him back. 

Author: Dizzy
A/N: Special thanks to the person who requested a part two to Nothing. I decided to keep The Script based song fic idea going so I based this on “If You Ever Come Back” by The Script. Hope you enjoy it!

Masterlist Request a Prompt

For the past few months I’ve been lying when everyone asks if I’m okay. Ever since you showed up at my door that night, I’ve wanted you back. So, there’ll be a light on in the hall and a key on the mat if you ever come back sometime this week. I love you, Tommy. 

read on Tuesday 2:13pm

Tom stared at his phone, Y/n’s text to him stared right back at him. He didn’t know what to do, with it being Saturday, which left only left him one day to go back to Y/n. He wanted to go back, he really did, but he was working so hard to move on. 

“You still staring at her text?” Harrison asked as he patted Tom’s shoulder. 

Tom shifted awkwardly and leaned on the bar further. He turned off his phone screen. He knew Harrison thought going back to Y/n would be a waste of time, that everything had changed, but Tom believed it to be different. He had his things packed, to go back home to you, unbeknownst to his best mate. 

“Yes, I am. I think I’m going to go back to her. I love her, Harrison.” Tom explained with a sigh. 

“I know, Tom, but you got to get over her, mate. She’s no good for you.”

“Don’t say that. She texted me, remember?” Tom countered as he rose from his seat. “I should go.”

“Why? We just got here.” Harrison’s expression changed from stern to confused. 

“I need to catch the train. I need to go get my things and go back to Y/n’s. I’ll see you later, mate.” 

And with that, Tom turned on his heel and walked out of the bar. He opened up his phone once more on his short walk home, debated on whether or not to text Y/n and tell her he would be coming back, but decided to leave it a surprise. 

Tom walked into Harrison’s apartment, where Harrison had graciously allowed him to sleep on the couch. His bags, already packed and sealed, sat by the door. He picked them up, threw one over his shoulder and dragged his suitcase behind him as he locked the apartment back up. 

Without a sound, he made his way out of the building and down the street, his destination not far from where he stayed with Harrison. He had bought a train ticket when he knew he would consider going back to Y/n, since she lived across town. 

Y/n sat on her couch, the light on in the hall once again, a key under the mat, just as it had been for a week. She knew what her friends told her, that she was wasting her time waiting around for Tom cause after three days of waiting, they concluded that he was never coming home. But, ever since the two had fallen apart, she acted as if he never left, setting two plates on the table or watching his favorite shows even if she didn’t like them. 

Tom, in Y/n’s opinion, was worth the restless nights, the memories of petty fights and the loneliness she felt. He was the one she wanted to be with, the one she wanted to marry in the future maybe. Tom was everything she wanted and everything she needed and she had let him go. 

Tom walked down her street, his suitcase rolling on the pavement making the only sound in the silent night. He counted the houses as they past him back, all of them until he reached her door. 

Lugging his luggage up her steps, he made his way to her door. He kicked the mat up, his heart jumped when he saw the key glisten in the florescent lighting of the outdoor light. He unlocked the door, opened it and brought his luggage in as he noticed the hall light being the only light on in the house. 

Following the sounds of the tv on, he made his way into the living room, where Y/n laid on the couch asleep, the pictures of his favorite show casting shadows on her face. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight, the memories of him coming home late from work to find Y/n waiting (or attempting to wait) for him on the couch. 

A smile spread across his face as he walked around the couch and pulled a blanket over your sleeping form before he turned off the tv and made his way into another room. 

“Tommy?” Y/n said his name, her voice barely above a whisper. “You came back home.” 

“I did.” 

Y/n smiled, tears burned her eyes as she climbed out off the couch and threw her arms around Tom. 

Tom smiled softly, holding Y/n tight and close to his chest. 

“I will always come back.”


I let their words in
I let them get the best of me
Lying on the bathroom floor thinking there was nothing left in me
And there’s a pain that comes when I look up and see that I am alone
My own struggle I am drowning in
And you should see the nights that I have lived through
The scars the screams the fights I let myself lose
I am I perfect
I am a human
I lose direction

But still the one thing I can’t deny
Screaming in my veins
Is that life is worth living
I’ve still got a purpose
When I can’t see the reasons
There’s still something inside of me saying

I can take the pain
Bring it on
Let it rain
It’s only gonna make me better in the end
I’ll take this broken heart
I’ll pick it up every part
It’s never too late to restart
And I might fall
But that won’t change my mind
I choose to believe
It’s worth the fight
It’s worth the fight
I’m worth the fight

I won’t let this take me down tonight
Cause I know this spark inside could turn into a fire
And I can make it through tonight
Even when it’s killing me just to breathe

I know I can make it out of here
Make it out of here

I can take the pain
Bring it on
Let it rain
It’s only gonna make me better in the end
I’ll take this broken heart
I’ll pick it up every part
It’s never too late to restart
And I might fall
But that won’t change my mind
I choose to believe
It’s worth the fight
It’s worth the fight
I’m worth the fight

I’ll keep my head up
I’ll keep my voice strong
When my heart’s weak
And the night’s long
Even when it feels like there is nothing left in me
I won’t let it get the best of me
I’ll light a candle
Bow my head and say a prayer
Take a walk
Breathe in the words and say

I’ll be okay
I’ll be okay

I can take the pain
Bring it on
Let it rain
It’s only gonna make me better

I’ll take this broken heart
I’ll pick it up every part
It’s never too late to restart
And I might fall
But that won’t change my mind
I choose to believe
It’s worth the fight
It’s worth the fight
I’m worth the fight

This song is coming out on May 18th on our NEW ALBUM called “Up At Night”!! Pre-order it on PledgeMusic.com/Cimorelli

I let their words in
I let them get the best of me.
Lying on the bathroom floor thinking there was nothing left in me
and there’s a pain that comes when I look up and see that I am alone,
my own struggle I am drowning in.
And you should see the nights that I have lived through,
the scars, the screams, the fights I let myself lose.

I am imperfect
I am a human
I lose direction

But still the one thing I can’t deny screaming in my veins
is that life is worth living.
I’ve still got a purpose
when I can’t see the reasons
there’s still something inside of me saying:

I can take the pain
Bring it on
Let it rain
It’s only gonna make me better in the end.

—  Worth the fight - Cimorelli

We may exchange a word or two
Every now and again
Do you still think of me
When you're lying in bed?

And I miss talking to you 
Every morning and night
But is it even worth it
To still put up a fight?

I still wanna talk to you
But what do we even have to say?
And I really fucking hate
That things aren’t the same

—  A Poem by Me
Just know

You are worth the fight before the night
You are worth the stars in the sky
You are worth the journey
You are worth the time
You are worth it all a thousand times over
I’m sry if I don’t know how to show it.


Nesta’s showdown with Hybern and some things that lead to it 

Uncontrollable: Catastrophe, Contusion, Combustion (you are here) 

I wrote this while eating a quart of holiday ice cream that was bomb asf and listening to Capsize by Frenship, Freak by Molly Sanden, Love is Here by Tracey Chattaway,  Heroes by Zayde Wolf, and Can’t Take It In by Imogen Heap.  

The satisfaction of instilling fear into anyone that dared oppose her did nothing to stop the fracture that was slowly expanding inside her soul. But oh, did it make it so pleasurable. No, that void could only be filled by Hybern’s head on a stake before her. Only then would she relax; only then would she breathe.  

The hours waned. Days turning into nights, nights turning into days. Never stopping, never slowing. Nesta continued to train. Building her stamina, her endurance, her strength. Becoming a weapon crafted by midnight and magic; a monster made of war and fire. She refused to lose. She had lost too much already.

She remembers the pitiful beginning of her fae existence, remembers clenching her fists and her fears, promising that one day, Hybern would get exactly what he gave her and more. Those women, with their crowns and their egos, with hunger in their eyes and greed in their bodies, they would find out who the real queen was. The steady beat of her heart told her she was ready. Ready to destroy the world and all who challenged her fire.

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I’m going to publish all my fanfics in a big bound collection and it shall be called Old Men Fighting.


                                     Written by

                                   James Cameron

         THE SOUND OF DRUMS, from a great distance, growing louder.

         FADE IN:

         WE ARE FLYING through mist, a dimly glimpsed forest below.

                              VOICE (V.O.)
                    When I was lying there in the VA
                    hospital, with a big hole blown through
                    the middle of my life, I started having
                    these dreams of flying.

         We are very low over the forest now, gliding fast, the drums
         BUILDING to a PEAK –

                              VOICE (V.O.)
                    Sooner or later though, you always have
                    to wake up…
                                                                CUT TO:

         EXT. CITY - NIGHT

         A SCREECH OF BRAKES as a vehicle WIPES FRAME, revealing –

         JAKE SULLY, a scarred and scruffy combat vet, sitting in a
         beat up carbon-fiber wheelchair. At 22, his eyes are
         hardened by the wisdom and wariness of one who has endured
         pain beyond his years.

         Jake stares upward at the levels of the city. MAGLEV TRAINS
         WHOOSH overhead on elevated tracks, against a sky of garish

                              JAKE (V.O.)
                    They can fix a spinal, if you’ve got the
                    money. But not on vet benefits, not in
                    this economy.

         The traffic light changes and Jake pushes forward with the
         crowd, pumping the wheels of his chair. Most of the people
         wear FILTER MASKS to protect them from the toxic air. In a
         LONG LENS STACK it is a marching torrent of anonymous,
         isolated souls.


         The room is a tiny CUBICLE, prison cell meets 747 bathroom.
         Narrow cot, wall-screen droning away in the B.G. –

                              PERKY NEWSCASTER
                    The Bengal tiger, extinct for over a
                    century, is making a comeback. These
                    cloned tiger cubs at the Beijing Zoo


         Jake laboriously pulls his pants off – rocking to one side,
         pushing the fabric down past his hip, then rocking to the
         other, and so on.

         His legs are white and atrophied. Utterly useless. But his
         arms are tattooed and powerfully muscled. A “Born Loser”
         tattoo prominent on his shoulder.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   I became a Marine for the hardship. To
                   be hammered on the anvil of life. I told
                   myself I could pass any test a man can

         Jake struggles with his pants a long time.
                                                                  CUT TO:


         Not the kind of place you’d bring your mom.

         We find Jake near the pool table, BALANCING his chair, front
         wheels off the ground, while holding a tequila shot on his
         forehead. ONLOOKERS, including some other disabled vets,
         CLAP and WHOOP.

         Jake grabs the glass, SLAMS down the shot as they cheer.

         A WALL-SIZED SCREEN filled with the World Cup game – men
         RUNNING on antelope legs.

         CU JAKE, watching what he can’t have.    Expression stony.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   Let’s get it straight up front. I don’t
                   want your pity. I know the world’s a
                   cold-ass bitch.

         Jake’s eyes shift   – HIS POV, seeing the bar through gaps in
         the crowd. A MAN    on a barstool SLAPS the WOMAN he’s with.
         Hard. She cowers    but he’s got her arm, shouting, raising his
         fist. An eternal    tableau. People look away.

         CU JAKE – not looking away.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   You want a fair deal, you’re on the wrong
                   planet. The strong prey on the weak.

         TIGHT ON JAKE’S HAND as he starts pushing the wheel of his

         TRACKING WITH HIM as he rolls forward.


                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   It’s just the way things are.   And nobody
                   does a damn thing.

         Jake stops, unnoticed, next to the bullying man. He leans
         down and grabs one leg of the man’s barstool – and YANKS.

         The chair flips.   The guy goes down HARD and –

         JAKE hurls himself from the wheelchair, toppling on the guy,
         getting a grip on him like a pit bull and PUNCHING the crap
         out of him, right there on the floor.

         THE BOUNCER jumps in, trying to drag him off and it goes into
         SLOW MOTION, everybody yelling and pulling…

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   All I ever wanted in my sorry-ass life
                   was a single thing worth fighting for.
                                                                  CUT TO:


         THE BOUNCER hurls Jake out the door, sending him SPRAWLING on
         the pavement. A moment later, his chair CRASHES down on him,
         banging across the alley, landing in the trash.

         Jake struggles to rise on one elbow. He’s bleeding and
         bruised, but still crazed and ready to fight.

                   I hope you realize you’ve just lost a

         He collapses onto his back, panting.

                       (to himself)
                   Candy ass bitch.

         He stares upwards at the levels of the city. MAGTRAINS ROAR
         overhead. It starts to RAIN. He just lies there, blinking –
         then shouts jauntily to no one in particular –

                   If it ain’t rainin’ we ain’t trainin’!

         CAMERA PULLS BACK high and wide, as Jake lies spread-eagled
         amongst the trash, getting drenched.

         TWO LONG SHADOWS enter FRAME, coming to rest across him.


         Jake sees two pairs of SHINY SHOES stop next to him.   He
         squints up at –

         TWO MEN. Matching suits. Their features unremarkable and
         blandly threatening in the way of FBI agents and auditors.

                             AGENT 1
                   Are you Jake Sully?

                   Step off.    You’re ruinin’ my good mood.

                             AGENT 2
                   It’s about your brother.
                                                                  CUT TO:


         DOWN-ANGLE on a large rectangular cardboard box. HANDS ENTER
         FRAME, pulling open the top to reveal a DEAD MAN’S FACE. He
         looks EXACTLY like a clean-shaven version of Jake. His

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   The strong prey on the weak. A guy with
                   a knife took all Tommy would ever be, for
                   the paper in his wallet.

         WIDER, showing Jake and the two agents in a high tech
         CREMATORIUM – a row of stainless steel furnaces. Jake
         stares down at his own face.

                   Jesus, Tommy.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   The Suits’ concern was touching.

                             AGENT 1
                   Your brother represented a significant
                   investment. We’d like to talk to you
                   about taking over his contract.

         The ATTENDANT closes the box and seals it with a tape
         dispenser, like it’s a package for shipping. The cardboard
         coffin is rolled into the furnace.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   The egghead and the jarhead.   Tommy was
                   the scientist, not me. He was the one
                   who wanted to get shot light years out
                   into space to find the answers.


         PUSHING IN ON JAKE as he watches, bathed in orange light.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   Me – I was just another dumb grunt
                   gettin’ sent someplace I was gonna

         INSIDE THE FURNACE the burners quickly eat away the
         cardboard; TOMMY’S FACE is, for a moment, wreathed in flame
         but not touched by it, as we –
                                                            DISSOLVE TO:

         JAKE’S FACE, in icy darkness. CLOSE ON his eyes – they OPEN
         suddenly, and he takes a sharp breath.

         JAKE’S POV – the inside of a metal coffin. A SERVO WHINE
         and we are moving, emerging into a large chamber –

         INT. CRYO VAULT

         JAKE’S POV – A TECH in medical scrubs FLOATS WEIGHTLESSLY
         toward us. Wherever we are, we’re not on Earth.

         Jake squints as the lights flicker on, revealing –

         WIDE SHOT – the multi-tiered CRYO VAULT. Hundreds of CRYO-
         CAPSULES are opening like morgue drawers, as med techs pull
         themselves about in ZERO-G, tending to their patients.

                       (a hoarse whisper)
                   Are we there?

                             MED TECH
                   We’re there, Sunshine.

         TIME CUT – SCORES OF PEOPLE emerge from their cryo-capsules
         in ZERO-G. Pale spirits of the dead rising from rows of open

         The MED TECH floats among them, using his announcement voice.

                             MED TECH
                   People, you have been in cryo for five
                   years, nine months and twenty two days.
                   You will be hungry, you will be weak. If
                   you feel nausea, please use the sacks
                   provided for your convenience. The staff
                   thanks you in advance.


         FOLLOWING JAKE as he pushes away from his capsule, gliding to
         the LOCKERS across the aisle, his paralyzed legs not an
         impediment in weightlessness.
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         EXT. SPACE

         Against the cold infinity   of stars glides an INTERSTELLAR
         SPACECRAFT – ISV VENTURE   STAR. As it moves past like an
         endless train, we realize   this thing is ENORMOUS – over half
         a mile long. PAN WITH IT    180 to REVEAL –

         A GAS-GIANT PLANET called POLYPHEMUS, ringed with dozens of
         moons which cast beauty-mark shadows on its vast face.

         The ISV diminishes away from us toward the largest MOON– a
         blue and surprisingly Earth-like world called PANDORA. The
         ship dwindles to a speck against the BLUE MOON.
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         ISV Venture Star drifts above a spectacular vista – the
         sapphire seas and unfamiliar continents of Pandora.

         CLOSE ON ISV – two massive “VALKYRIE” SHUTTLES are mated to
         a DOCKING NODE. One of them separates from the starship and
         moves away, its thrusters FIRING in short bursts.

         As the shuttle moves away, descending toward Pandora, we hear
         the sound of DRUMS, building, louder and louder until we–
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         FLYING OVER A LANDSCAPE of massive cliffs and towering mesas
         carpeted in rainforest. Great scarves of cloud swirl around
         the mesa tops. A primeval landscape, vast and forbidding.

         The trees are alien, the color too cyan. There are
         waterfalls, rivers, and distant flocks of WINGED CREATURES.

         Suddenly the carpet of virgin rainforest gives way to –

         AN OPEN-PIT MINE. A lifeless crater – as if a giant cookie-
         cutter took a chunk out of the world. Down among the
         terraces are EXCAVATORS and TRUCKS the size of three story

         And beyond the mine is the HUMAN COLONY –



         HELL’S GATE is a cluster of squat concrete and steel
         structures surrounded by chain-link FENCE 10 meters high,
         topped with razor wire.

         At the corners are towers with automated SENTRY GUNS
         swiveling on servo mounts.

         Visible beyond the gun towers, the VALKYRIE SHUTTLE roars in
         across the treetops. VECTORING NOZZLES change angle,
         bringing the ship to a SLOW HOVER.


         Through a screen of jungle canopy, we see the VALKYRIE
         thunder overhead. Camera TILTS with it until leaves block
         the view.

         A BLUE INHUMAN HAND reaches INTO SHOT, parting the foliage to
         reveal the shuttle hover-taxiing across the compound.

         REVERSE – ECU of two intense, cat-like golden EYES watching.

         INT./EXT. SHUTTLE

         The CREW CHIEF stomps down the aisle yelling –

                             CREW CHIEF
                   Exopacks on!

         Passengers don their EXO-PACK breathing gear with practiced
         moves. Everybody except JAKE, who’s turning his this way and
         that trying to figure out the straps.

                             CREW CHIEF
                   Remember people, you lose your mask
                   you’re unconscious in 20 seconds and
                   you’re dead in four minutes. Let’s nobody
                   be dead today, it looks bad on my report.

         The crew chief stops by Jake long enough to bark –

                             CREW CHIEF
                   Exopack on, let’s go!

         BENEATH THE SHUTTLE air blasts outward for a hundred meter
         radius as it settles onto its landing gear.

         INSIDE everybody is queued up in the aisles, with duffles
         ready. Rows of tense, expectant faces in breathing masks –
         and we DIP DOWN to find Jake, wheelchair putting him at the
         level of everyone else’s WAISTS.


         THE CARGO RAMP OPENS with a hydraulic whine.

                             CREW CHIEF
                   Go directly into the base! Do not stop!
                   Go straight inside!

         HAND-HELD, running with the arriving colonists who double
         time down the ramp. They jog across the exposed apron toward
         a walkway covered in CHAINLINK which leads to the complex.

         Inside the chain-link tunnel are a couple of SEC-OPS
         is the colony’s private security force. These guys are laid
         back, hardened, and haggard.

                   Look at all that new meat.

         THEIR POV – Jake rolls down the ramp.

                   Check it out, man.    Meals on wheels.

                   That is just wrong.

         Jake, pumping his chair, looks around as –

         A huge TRACTOR, taller than a house, ROARS past on muddy
         wheels. He notices something sticking in the tires –
         ARROWS. The neolithic weapons are jarring amid all the
         advanced technology.

         Beyond the tractor, two VTOL vehicles take off. Armored and
         heavily armed, they are AT-99 “SCORPION” GUNSHIPS.

         MITSUBISHI MK-6 AMPSUITS – human operated walking machines 4
         meters tall – patrol the perimeter. They are heavily
         armored, and armed with a huge rotary cannon called a GAU-90.

         Beyond the outer fence stands a black wall of forest hundreds
         of feet high.   A SENTRY GUN OPENS FIRE from a tower. TRACERS
         light up the twilight. A shadowy SHAPE SHRIEKS and drops off
         the fence. It is an armed camp in a state of siege.

         WAINFLEET and Fike give Jake and his chair the hairy eyeball
         as he approaches.

                   What’re you two limpdicks starin’ at?

         As Jake rolls past, SOMETHING SWOOPS down behind him and –


         K-KRASH! SMASHES against the chain-link right next to his

         A vicious AERIAL PREDATOR a meter across gnashes glass fangs
         against the steel. It STABS at him through the chain link
         with a tail ending in a glistening stiletto. A STINGBAT.

         WAINFLEET casually BLASTS IT with his PISTOL.   It drops off
         the fence, tail still lashing.

                   Seen a lotta guys leave this place in a
                   wheelchair. Never seen anybody show up
                   in one.

         Jake stares at the gnashing fangs of the dying alien.

         ON A WALKWAY of the OPS CENTER, seen from above, a UNIFORMED
         FIGURE grips the railing, watching Jake pump his chair
         through the tunnel below.

         The hair is clipped short. The scalp is etched by long
         parallel SCARS where some Pandoran denizen’s claws raked
         across it. The bare arms, below tightly rolled sleeves, seem
         hewn out of some hard tropical wood. Criss-crossed by scars.

         The MAN raises his masked face to look at the sky.    He eyes
         are an icy steel gray.

         HIS POV – the mighty POLYPHEMUS seems to fill the sky,
         beyond the clouds.

                             MAN (V.O.)
                   You are not in Kansas any more…
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         THE MAN from the balcony – COLONEL MILES QUARITCH – is the
         HEAD OF SECURITY for the Hell’s Gate colony. A hundred new
         arrivals watch raptly as he paces like a panther across the
         front of the large cafeteria. He stops, stance wide.

         Without his mask, we see that Quaritch’s features are rugged
         and handsome, except for the SCAR, which runs from scalp to
         jaw down one side of his face. On one hip he carries a very
         large PISTOL.

                   … You are on Pandora, ladies and
                   gentlemen. Respect that fact every second
                   of every day.


         JAKE ROLLS IN, watching from the back.

         COLONEL QUARITCH raises his hand and points out the window,
         toward the dark treeline.

                   Out beyond that fence every living thing
                   that crawls, flies or squats in the mud
                   wants to kill you and eat your eyes for

         The room gets very quiet.

                   We have an indigenous population of
                   humanoids here called the Na'vi. They’re
                   fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin
                   which can stop your heart in one minute.
                   We operate – we live – at a constant
                   threat condition yellow.

         PAN ACROSS the solid faces of miners, Cat-machine drivers,
         engineers, geologists, as they take that in.

                   As head of security, it’s my job to keep
                   you alive.    I will not succeed –
                       (pausing for effect)
                   – not with all of you. If you wish to
                   survive, you need a strong mental
                   attitude, you need to follow procedure…

         PUSH IN ON JAKE, watching as the briefing continues.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   Nothing like an old-school safety brief
                   to put your mind at ease.
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         INT. CORRIDOR

         People are roaming in both directions, looking for rooms,
         lugging duffels and cases.

         An eager young XENOANTHROPOLOGIST, staggering under an
         overpacked duffel, runs to catch up to Jake.

                   Hey, you’re Jake right? Tom’s brother?
                   You look just like him.
                       (off Jake’s wary look)
                   Sorry, I’m Norm Spellman, I went through
                   avatar training with him.


         Norm offers his hand and Jake shakes it.

                   He was a great guy – funny.     It was a
                   big shock to all of us.


         Jake pumps the wheels of his chair, rolling on.       Norm walks
         with him.

                   And duh! – obviously you look like him.
                   I mean, if you weren’t genetically
                   identical, you wouldn’t be taking over
                   his avatar.

                   That’s why I’m here.

                   So – you want to go check it out?
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         INT. BIO-LAB - DAY

         JAKE AND NORM enter the BIO-LAB – a large lab complex with
         many adjoining rooms.

                   Me and Norm were out here to drive these
                   remotely controlled bodies called
                   avatars. They’re grown from human DNA
                   mixed with DNA from the natives here.

         A scientist, DOCTOR MAX CULLIMORE, is supervising the
         uncrating of two SHIPPING CONTAINERS. The nearer has the
         sides removed, revealing – a ceiling-height acrylic TANK.

         Norm stops to stare, and Jake rolls past him as if drawn by
         some unseen force, toward –

         THE AMNIO TANK. There is a FIGURE floating lanquidly inside,
         which looks like a man. A very large, very blue, man.

         Blood circulates through a synthetic UMBILICAL in the
         abdomen. As the figure turns in the amniotic fluid, we see
         that it has a lemur-like TAIL. The skin is cyan-blue. Long
         black hair drifts, graceful as seaweed.

                   Damn.   They got big.


                   Yeah, they mature on the trip out.
                       (to Max)
                   So the proprioceptive sims worked pretty

                   Yeah, they’ve got great muscle tone. Give
                   us a few hours, you guys can take them
                   for a spin.

         THE FIGURE’S sleeping face turns toward us, and the features
         are – despite feline ears and a long feral snout –
         definitely JAKE’S.

                   It looks like him.

                   No, it looks like you.   This is your
                   avatar now, Jake.

         ON JAKE, mesmerized as he stares into the tank.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   The idea is – every driver is matched to
                   his own avatar –

         STEREOCAM VIDEO SHOT OF JAKE – facing the camera, talking
         directly to the lens. JAKE’S VOICE-OVER up until now has
         been part of this VIDEOLOG.

                   – so their nervous systems are in tune.
                   Or something. Which is why they offered
                   me this gig, because I can link with
                   Tommy’s avatar, which was insanely
                       (looking off camera)
                   Is this right? I just say whatever in
                   these videologs?

         WIDER, showing Norm working nearby with Max.

                   Yeah. You just need to get in the habit
                   of documenting everything – what you
                   see, what you feel – it’s all part of
                   the science. Good science starts with
                   good observation.


                       (to camera)
                   So, whatever. Here I am. Doing science.
                       (looks around)
                   Never been in a lab before.

                   Log off. It’s time to meet your boss for
                   the next five years.

         He leads Jake and Norm through the short corridor to the –
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         INT. LINK ROOM - DUSK

         The LINK ROOM contains a dozen PSIONIC LINK UNITS, which look
         like coffins crossed with MRI scanners.

                   Grace Augustine is a legend. She’s the
                   head of the Avatar Program, and she wrote
                   the book – I mean literally wrote the
                   book – on Pandoran botany.

                       (low, over his shoulder)
                   That’s because she likes plants better
                   than people.

         DR. GRACE AUGUSTINE sits up in her link, stretching and
         cracking her neck after a long session. She’s fifty, with a
         strong face and fiercely intelligent eyes.

                   Who’s got my goddamn cigarette?!

         A TECH scurries to bring it to her, already lit.   Around here
         they jump when Grace barks.

         Grace stands, scowling, as Jake, Norm and Max approach.

                   And here she is, Cinderella back from the
                   ball. Grace, I’d like you to meet Norm
                   Spellman and Ja –

                   Norm. I hear good things about you.
                   How’s your Na'vi?


                       (Na'vi, subtitled)
                   May the All Mother smile upon our first

         Grace nods approvingly, taking a drag on her cigarette.

                   Not bad. You sound a little formal.

                   There is still much to learn.

         Jake waits while they ignore him, chattering in fluent Na'vi.

                   Uh, Grace, this is Jake S—-

                       (turning to Jake)
                   Yeah, yeah, I know who you are, and I
                   don’t need you. I need your brother.
                       (to Max)
                   You know – the PhD who trained three
                   years for this mission.

                   He’s dead. I know it’s a big
                   inconvenience to everyone.

                   How much lab training have you had?   Ever
                   run a gas chromatograph?


                   Any actual lab work at all?

                   High school chemistry.   But I ditched.

         Grace wheels on Max.

                   You see? You see? They’re pissing on us
                   without even the courtesy of calling it
                       (turning away)
                   I’m going to Selfridge.


         She shoves past Jake.

                   Grace, that’s not a good idea.

         But she’s already out the door and clomping down the
         corridor. Max turns to Jake with a pained look.

                   Here, tomorrow, oh eight hundred.   Try to
                   use big words.
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         It looks like an air-traffic control tower, with lots of
         screens and bay windows showing the whole complex.

         ADMINISTRATOR PARKER SELFRIDGE takes a ball from a newly
         opened case of TITLEISTS and sets it on the floor. Selfridge
         is young, charismatic, focused. Some would say ruthless.

         He assumes the stance and lines up his putt, toward a
         practice cup across the control room floor. He glances up as
         Grace strides toward him.

                   Parker, I used to think it was benign
                   neglect, but now I see you’re
                   intentionally screwing us.

                   Grace.   You know I enjoy our little

                   I need a research assistant, not some
                   jarhead dropout.

         Selfridge looks down and hits the ball.

         Grace kicks the practice cup aside, and the ball rolls past.
         Selfridge looks at her with a sigh.

                   Actually, we got lucky with him.

                   Lucky?   How is this in any way lucky?

         As Selfridge saunters over to retrieve the ball –


                   Well – lucky your guy had a twin
                   brother, and lucky the brother wasn’t an
                   oral hygienist or something. A Marine we
                   can use. I’m assigning him to your team
                   as security escort.

                   The last thing I need is another trigger
                   happy asshole out there!

                   Look, you’re supposed to be winning the
                   hearts and minds of the natives. Isn’t
                   that the whole point of your little
                   puppet show? If you look like them, if
                   you talk like them, they’ll trust you?

         Selfridge crosses to his office, behind a glass wall nearby.
         Grace follows.

                   But after – how many years? – relations
                   with the indigenous are only getting

                   That tends to happen when you use machine
                   guns on them.

         On Selfridge’s desk is a magnetic base, and hovering in mid-
         air, in the invisible field, is a lump of METALLIC ROCK.
         Pure UNOBTANIUM. He grabs it and holds it up between thumb
         and forefinger, in front of Grace’s eyes.

                   This is why we’re here. Unobtanium.
                   Because this little gray rock sells for
                   twenty million a kilo. No other reason.
                   This is what pays for the party. And
                   it’s what pays for your science.

         He places it back in the magnetic field.

                   Those savages are threatening our whole
                   operation. We’re on the brink of war and
                   you’re supposed to be finding a
                   diplomatic solution. So use what you’ve
                   got and get me some results.
                                                                CUT TO:


         INT. LINK ROOM - DAY

         NEXT MORNING, GRACE, NORM and JAKE approach their link units.

         Jake glances through a PRESSURE WINDOW. In an adjoining
         chamber (the AMBIENT ROOM) JAKE’S AVATAR lies on a gurney,
         breathing slowly in PANDORAN AIR. NORM’S AVATAR is on a
         second gurney. Both are attended by med techs in exo-masks.

         Norm slips into his LINK CHAIR, expertly donning biometric

                   How much link time have you logged?

                   Five hundred and twenty hours.

         Grace looks pointedly at Jake.

                   Like – an hour.

                   Tell me you’re joking.

         Grace opens the hood of Jake’s link unit. Jake starts
         hauling himself across from his wheelchair. She reaches to
         help him but –

                   Don’t!   I got this.

         Grace steps back, hands raised.    He drags himself into the

                   So you just figured you’d come out here
                   to the most hostile environment known to
                   man, with no training of any kind, and
                   see how it went? What was going through
                   your head?

         He meets her eyes with a defiant glare.

                   Maybe I was just tired of doctors telling
                   me what I couldn’t do.

         Grace watches him laboriously pull his inert legs into the
         link chair by hand.


         Jake settles into the warm fluid gel packs lining the unit.
         It seems to enfold him. Grace adjusts his biometric sensors,
         then lowers the UPPER CLAMSHELL –

                   Relax and let your mind go blank.    That
                   shouldn’t be hard for you.

                   Kiss the darkest part of my lily white –

         But the SLAMMING HOOD muffles the rest.

                   Initiate link.

         The LINK TECH touches some controls.

         ON A LARGE MONITOR a 3D SCAN of Jake’s brain appears.
         Regions of activity flow with complex shifting colors.

                   That’s a gorgeous brain.     Nice activity.

                   Go figure.
                       (walking away)
                   Alright, I’m going in.

                   Phase-lock at forty percent.    He’s in

         Max watches a display showing the avatar’s nervous system
         aligning with Jake’s – two ghostly networks of light

                   That’s it.     Find your way home.

         ECU JAKE, inside the link unit. His eyes move under the
         lids, like a dreamer in REM sleep as –

         INSIDE JAKE’S MIND – radiant streamers coalesce into a
         pulsing TUNNEL OF LIGHT and –

         THE SCREEN FLARES WHITE – ZZZWHAP! – resolving into an
         overexposed, out-of-focus image – two BLURRY FACES wearing
         masks, looking down.

         ECU JAKE’S AVATAR – two very intense eyes FILL FRAME, the
         pupils contracting. Golden irises pulse with life.


                   He’s in.

                   Phase-lock ninety nine percent. The link
                   is stable.

         Blinking, Jake slowly sits up on the gurney. He looks down
         at his AVATAR BODY, touching his chest with one hand.

                   Take it slow, Jake. We need to check
                   your motor control. Try touching your
                   fingertips together –

         But Jake isn’t listening. He’s staring at his legs.     He
         eases them off the gurney and –

         HIS BLUE FEET touch the concrete floor, taking his weight.

         JAKE STANDS, feeling the strength in his legs.    His
         expression is child-like with wonder.

         HIS POV – looking down at the med techs, who seem the size
         of children next to his 9’ tall frame.

         He sees something like a blue tentacle curl across his arm
         and he JERKS AROUND in alarm. HIS TAIL.

         As he turns to see it, the tail sweeps instruments off a
         table with a crash. Jake laughs and grins at Max.

                             MED TECH
                   Easy, Jake, I need you to sit down –

         But Jake takes a step, then another. The wires to the bio-
         monitors pull taut, and he yanks them off his chest.

                   Jake! Wait, we have to run some tests –

         But Jake pushes past the protesting med techs, toward the
         door and –


         Jake emerges, blinking in the morning sun. He finds himself
         in the AVATAR COMPOUND – a living and training area.

         Nearby, a couple of AVATARS are playing one-on-one in front
         of a (non-regulation height) basketball net. Others go about
         their daily activities around the compound.


         Jake flexes his legs – JUMPS – and lands a little
         unsteadily, but his expression is joyful.

         He takes a few steps and breaks into a RUN. People are
         calling to him, somehwere, but he doesn’t hear them – he’s
         running. RUNNING!

         He finds himself in the COMPOUND GARDEN, and stops amid
         neatly tended rows of ALIEN PLANTS. He looks down, wiggling
         his toes in the warm soil. Then inhales deeply – revelling
         in the alien smells – earth, plants, the nearby forest. He
         looks at his bare footprint in the soil of an alien world.

                             GRACE (O.S.)
                   Hey Marine!

         Jake turns at the familiar voice to see –

         A statuesque FEMALE AVATAR walking toward him. AVATAR GRACE
         is magnificent, with panther thighs, flat muscular stomach
         and firm athlete’s breasts. She wears shorts and a T-shirt.
         In human years she would be about 35.


                   Well who’d you expect, numbnuts?   Think

         She throws him a piece of Pandoran fruit, which he catches.

                   Motor control is looking good.

         Jake bites into the fruit, the juice running down his chin.

                             NORM (O.S.)
                   Hey, check it out.

         Jake turns to see NORM’S AVATAR posing like a bodybuilder –
         chest shot, back shot, bi’s.

                   I am a living god.
                                                                CUT TO:

         EXT. MINE PIT - DAY

         A WIDE SHOT of the terraced crater of the UNOBTANIUM MINE.    A
         quiet beat, then –


         K-WHOOOOM! The entire face of one terrace is blown skyward
         in a chain of EXPLOSIONS. The “shot” blasts hundreds of tons
         of rock loose.

         LONG LENS ANGLES of enormous WHEEL-LOADERS shovelling up ore-
         rich rock and dropping it into DUMP TRUCKS.


         A wall of steel FILLS FRAME. The DOZER BLADE crushes
         everything in its path, reducing trees to kindling.

         WIDER, showing the CLEAR-CUTTING operation near the mine, as
         a road is cut through the jungle. Remotely operated DOZERS
         three stories tall rip into the tree-line.

         One of the dozers has rotating SLASH-CUTTER, a vicious
         spinning head, mounted on a hydraulic arm, that hogs through
         the enormous tree trunks in a spray of wood-shrapnel.

         The heavy machines are escorted by AMPSUITS. COLONEL
         QUARITCH, on foot, leads a squad of troopers wearing
         breathing masks and carrying almighty big AUTOMATIC WEAPONS.

         A BANSHEE – a fearsome aerial predator – HURTLES from
         above, diving toward them on wings 3 meters across. We get a
         glimpse of glassy fangs before –

         P-P-POOM! Quaritch cranks off three rapid SHOTS with his
         massive sidearm, and the creature drops with a SHRIEK.

         It crashes near them and Quaritch FIRES two more well placed
         rounds. The newbies stare at the thing’s barracuda teeth.

                   For you pogues, this is a banshee. A
                   small one. See, they like it when I
                   bring fresh meat out here. And this
                   clearcutting really stirs up the hornet’s
                   nest. So keep your head on a swivel. If
                   it moves, shoot it. If you’re not sure
                   it’s moving – shoot it! If it looks like
                   a bunch of flowers you want to take home
                   to Sally Rottencrotch – SHOOT IT!
                   What’re you gonna do?

                   Shoot it, sir!

                   Outstanding. Let’s roll.


         Quaritch leads his squad into the gloom of the forest, his
         eyes scanning. Flanking the squad, LYLE WAINFLEET drives an
         AMPSUIT, his massive feet CRASHING through the underbrush.

         As his gaze comes down, he sees something ahead of him on the
         trail – an intricate TOTEM of woven sticks, bones and
         feathers hanging across the trail like an orb-weaver’s web.

         He tears it down with the barrel of his rifle, and stomps it
         into the mud as he moves on.


         Jake sits on a wooden bed in a long hut of tropical-style
         construction – beamed ceiling, open sides covered by screen.

         Around him the other avatars are bedding down for the night,
         pulling insect netting around their cots. In one hand, Jake
         holds the end of his long braided QUEUE of hair.

         CLOSE ON the queue – the ends of the hair writhe slowly with
         their own life, like tendrils of a sea creature.

                   That’s kinda freaky.

         GRACE switches off the overheads.

                   Lights out amigos.     See ya’ at dinner.

         Jake sits in the twilight, listening to the SCREECHES and
         HOOTS from the forest. Finally he lies down, CLOSING HIS
         EYES and –


         ECU HUMAN JAKE – his eyes OPEN.

         Jake blinks, disoriented, as Max opens the upper clamshell of
         his link unit.

         In the next chair Grace sits up, yawning and cracking her
         neck as the scared tech runs to her with a lit cigarette.

                       (looking down)
                   Damn. Same old sack a’ bones.

         JAKE struggles with the dead weight of his legs as he hauls
         himself out of the unit.
                                                                  CUT TO



         JAKE sits with GRACE, NORM and the other avatar “drivers”,
         while around them miners, troopers and other base personnel
         wolf their breakfasts. Grace is engaged in a heated
         conversation with another SCIENTIST.

         Jake, isolated from the conversations around him, notices –

         PILOT TRUDY CHACON approaching, dressed in her flight suit.
         She’s a rock-hard former Marine with thousands of flight
         hours out in the badlands.

                   Sully – Colonel wants to see you in the
                   Armor Bay.

         Jake gives Norm a puzzled glance and pivots from the table.
         He wheels away, led by Trudy.

         TIGHT ON GRACE, scowling as she watches him go.
                                                                CUT TO:


         JAKE AND TRUDY enter the ARMOR BAY, passing TILT-ROTORS under
         repair. There are the heavily armed SCORPIONS as well as
         several SA-2 SAMSON work-horses outfitted with door guns and
         rocket pods.

                   You guys’re packing some heavy ordinance.

                   Yeah, `cause we’re not the only thing
                   flyin’ around out there. Or the biggest.
                   I’m gonna need you on a door gun, I’m a
                   man short.

                   Yeah, no problem.

         She extends her fist and he taps it with his.

                   See ya on the flight-line, zero nine.
                       (she points)
                   He’s down there.

         Jake rolls his chair along the central gallery of the Armor
         Bay, passing rows of AMPSUITS standing in service racks.
         Techs clamber over the `suits, loading ordinance with cranes
         and lifts.


         At the end of the row is a makeshift GYM area.   QUARITCH is
         bench-pressing massive plates.

                   This low gravity makes you soft.
                       (pushing the last rep)
                   You get soft, Pandora will shit you out
                   dead with zero warning.

         Quaritch racks the bar and sits up, sweating but not winded.

                   I pulled your record, Corporal. Venezuela
                   – that was some mean bush. Nothing like
                   this here, though. You got heart kid,
                   coming out here.

                   I figured – just another hellhole.

         Quaritch chuckles appreciatively, claps him on the shoulder.
         The CHIEF MECHANIC yells from the nearest AMPSUIT –

                   That servo’s in, Colonel, if you want to
                   try it.

         Quaritch crosses to the `suit, with Jake following.

                   I was in First Recon a few years ahead of
                   you. More than a few. Two tours in
                   Nigeria, not a scratch. I come out here
                   and –

         He points to his scarred face.

                   They could fix this if I rotated back.
                   But you know what? I kinda like it.
                   Reminds me every day what’s out there.
                   Besides, I can’t leave –

         He looks out, as if he can see through the wall to the tree-

                   This is my war, here.

         Quaritch climbs the `suit and reaches into the cockpit,
         throwing some switches. The `suit’s gas-turbine spools up
         with a rising WHINE.


                   The avatar program is a joke – buncha
                   limpdick scientists. But we have a
                   unique opportunity here, you and I. A
                   recon Marine in an avatar body could get
                   me the intel I need, on the ground, right
                   in the hostiles’ camp.

         The WHINE is now a roaring WHOOSH as the `suit trembles with
         power. The air boils above the exhaust vents.

         Quaritch reaches in and operates the controls, flexing one
         huge hand. He nods to the waiting mechanic –

                   Looks good.
                       (to Jake)
                   I need you to learn about these savages,
                   gain their trust. Find out how I can
                   force their cooperation, or hit `em hard
                   if they don’t. Maybe you can keep some
                   of my boys from going home like you. Or

                   That sounds real good, Colonel.   So – am
                   I still with Augustine?

                   On paper. You walk like one of her
                   science pukes, you quack like one, but
                   you report to me. Can you do that for

         Jake nods. Quaritch brings the `suit to life. He steps
         forward and pivots smoothly.

         He balances the two ton machine on one foot while sweeping
         the arms in strong, graceful arcs. Jake realizes he is doing
         a WU-SHOO KATA. A flawless display of strength and control.
         He’s impressive, and Jake is impressed. Quaritch is the kind
         of man he respects – focused, hard. Determined.

                   Look, son – I take care of my own. Get
                   me what I need, I’ll see you get your
                   legs back when you rotate home. Your real

         He raises the `suit’s hand, and slams the canopy shut like
         the visor of a helmet. Jake watches Quaritch walk past, huge
         feet CLANGING – KUNG! KUNG! KUNG!


         INT. BIO LAB - DAY

         GRACE is on the move, gulping coffee, in a hurry to get their
         FIRST SORTIE started. She hands a clipboard to MAX.

                   Start calibrating. We’re on the flight
                   line in ten minutes.

         Max nods and jogs ahead toward the LINK ROOM. JAKE and NORM
         fall in with Grace as they enter the CONNECTING CORRIDOR.

                   What did Atilla want?

                   Just Marines comparin’ tattoos.

                       (not buying it)
                   Yeah. Well, listen to me, Marine –

         She stops, turning to drill him with a look.

                   – you’re driving an avatar, now.     That
                   means you’re in my world, got it?

                   Got it.

         She turns and enters the LINK ROOM.

         INT. LINK ROOM

         Grace crosses to the controls of Jake’s LINK UNIT. As the
         others catch up –

                   That son of a bitch has screwed up this
                   program enough. All this –
                       (indicating link room)
                   – exists so we can go out there and
                   build a bridge of trust to these people,
                   who could teach us so much. But thanks
                   to Quaritch and his thugs the Na'vi won’t
                   even talk to us anymore.

                   Then how’s this supposed to work?


                   We have a new face.
                       (turning to Norm)
                   You’re fluent, you’ve studied the
                   culture. You’re non-threatening. The
                   ones we know best – the Omaticaya clan –
                   may give you a chance. Maybe you can get
                   them back to the table before things go
                   tits-up for good.

                   This is failing as a pep talk.

         Jake hauls himself across from wheelchair to link.

                   How do we contact them?

                   We don’t. They contact us. If they see
                   us taking our samples, treating the
                   forest with respect –
                       (pointedly to Jake)
                   Not trampling everything in sight –
                   they may reach out to us.

                   Or they may skin us and make a drum.

         Jake lies back, lowering the sensor array over his body.

                   Just keep your mouth shut and let Norm do
                   the talking.

         She closes his clamshell, HARD, and we –
                                                                CUT TO:


         FLYING over a carpet of rainforest, past sheer cliffs and
         cloud-wreathed mesas. TRUDY’S SAMSON TILT-ROTOR chases its
         shadow across the treetops. Though big as a Blackhawk, it is
         tiny in the vast primeval landscape.

         ANGLE THROUGH the open side doors of the Samson. Trooper
         WAINFLEET, in exo-mask and body armor, leans on his door gun,
         scanning for aerial predators.

         In avatar form JAKE, GRACE and NORM watch the forest
         unrolling beneath them, the wind blasting their clothes.
         Jake mans the other door gun, his feet propped on the skids.


         TRUDY flies from a pressurized cockpit. She banks to follow a
         shallow river.

                             TRUDY (INTERCOM)
                   Sturmbeest herd, one o'clock.

         Norm grins and points, excitedly. Jake looks in time to see–
         A herd of STURMBEEST – massive six-legged creatures
         reminiscent of buffalo – thundering across the river.

                   Looks like a bull, six cows and some

                   The bull has the red on the dorsal armor?

         Grace nods approvingly.

         TIME CUT – Hundreds of purple winged creatures take flight
         from a lake, startled by the Samson. They skim the water
         above their own reflections. TETRAPTERONS.

         TIME CUT – the ground drops away as the Samson flies over a
         WATERFALL hundreds of feet high. Trudy banks hard, rolling
         in on the gorge below like it’s a gun-run.

         Wainfleet WHOOPS while Norm looks like he’s about to puke.

                   Yo Chacon!     Get some!

         Jake grins into the airstream.
                                                                CUT TO:

         EXT. CLEARING - DAY

         A small meadow among towering trees. The fern-like “grass”
         is beaten down in waves by the rotor-wash as the Samson
         settles to the ground.

         Jake pulls the massive door gun off its pintle mount and
         hefts it like an assault rifle.

         He and Wainfleet leap out to secure the LZ, scanning the tree-
         line warily, weapons aimed.

         Grace jogs forward to the cockpit, motioning Trudy to shut
         down. Trudy kills the Samson’s TURBINES.

         Grace, towering over Wainfleet, motions him to hang back.


                   Stay with the ship.
                       (for Jake)
                   One idiot with a gun’s enough.

                   Whatever you say, Doc.

         Jake takes point as they enter the jungle.

                   Ya’ll have fun out there.


         The forest engulfs JAKE, GRACE and NORM in cyan gloom. The
         shadows are alive with the CHITTERING sounds of unseen alien

         TRACKING WITH JAKE as he moves through the foliage, hyper-
         alert – looking around like a tourist in Hell.A monkey-like
         PROLEMURIS leaping from limb to limb overhead, flashing
         through the sunlight streaming down in shafts.

         A PLANT with swaying tendrils which reach toward Jake as he

         This forest is more alive than any on Earth, with plants that
         react and move like animals. Jake white-knuckles his rifle
         as if every shadow conceals razor-fanged death.

                   Relax, Marine. You’re making me nervous.

         She pushes ahead of him on the trail, forcing him to lower
         his muzzle as he follows her. Grace moves nimbly on the
         path, seemingly unconcerned.
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         EXT. FOREST/ GLEN

         WIDE SHOT as the party moves between the huge trees, tiny as
         ants. The trail has gotten steeper, the going tougher.
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         They enter a clearing with an OVERGROWN BUILDING made of
         timbers cut from the local trees, with a thatch roof. It is
         covered with vines as the jungle reclaims it.


                   How will they know we’re here?

                   I’m sure they’re watching us right now.

         Norm gulps. Jake looks behind him as they approach the
         school, feeling unseen eyes.
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         TRACKING WITH JAKE’S BOOTS as he steps among dried leaves and
         a few moldering CHILDREN’S BOOKS. Floorboards CREAK.

                             GRACE (O.S.)
                   The kids were so bright, so eager to
                   learn… they picked up English faster
                   than I could teach it to them.

         WIDER as Jake explores the room. Grace and Norm are selecting
         INSTRUMENTS from storage cases on a wooden table.

                   Bring the soil probe – right there,
                   yellow case.

         Jake looks up at a RUSTLING among the dark rafters. Roosting
         STINGBATS eye him warily, fluttering their wings.

         Grace picks up a moldering copy of “The Lorax” by Dr. Seuss
         from the floor and puts it back on a shelf.

                   The stingbats knock them off. I guess I
                   always hope somebody will come back and
                   read them.

                   Why don’t they come back?

                   The Na'vi learned as much about us as
                   they needed to know.

         Jake sees something, and approaches the blackboard – reaches
         out to touch a pattern of holes blasted into the slate.
         Unmistakably BULLET HOLES.


                       (turning to her)
                   What happened here?

                   Are you going to help with this gear?
                   We’ve got a lot to do.

         She turns away.   Jake watches her as he jams equipment into
         his pack.
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         CLOSE ON Grace’s blue hand gently brushing away soil,
         exposing a tangle of ROOT TENDRILS.

                   See, right here where the roots of the
                   two trees interact.

         WIDER – GRACE and NORM crouch among enormous octopoidal
         roots. She takes a tiny sample using a needle-like probe.
         Norm uses a digital DEVICE to scan the roots.

         JAKE, bored, scouts ahead a few meters.

         He comes to a GLADE filled with shoulder-high SPIRAL PLANTS
         called HELICORADIANS.

         He BRUSHES one and SHTOONK! – it SUCKS DOWN into a tube in
         the ground so quickly it seems to simply vanish.

         Curious, Jake touches another – SHTOONK! And another –
         like popping balloons after a party. SHTOONK! SHTOONK!

         A chain reaction begins and the whole colony pulls down into
         the ground, REVEALING –

         A HAMMERHEAD TITANOTHERE. Like a six-legged rhinoceros, but
         twice that size. Its massive, low-slung head has projections
         of bone giving it the look of a hammerhead shark.

         Its baleful eyes lock onto him.   Jake raises his rifle.

         Grace, alerted by the creature’s SNORTS, runs to where she
         can see the tableau. She presses her THROAT MIKE.

                   Don’t shoot. You’ll piss it off.


         The bull HAMMERHEAD bellows and lowers its 3 meter wide
         sledgehammer of a skull.

                   It’s already pissed off!

                   Jake, that armor’s too thick. Trust me.

         Jake starts to back away.   The hammerhead bellows again,
         pawing the earth.

                   It’s a territorial threat display. Do not
                   run, or he’ll charge.

                   What do I do?

                   Hold your ground!

         The hammerhead SLASHES its head sideways, splintering
         saplings. It bellows again, lowers its head and CHARGES –

         Jake SCREAMS at the top of his lungs, spreads his arms wide
         and runs straight at the thing.

         It STOPS abruptly, with an oversized BLEAT.

         ON JAKE – amazed the gambit worked.

                   Oh yeah!   Who’s bad?! That’s right.

         SOMETHING rises up behind him out of focus –

         A THANATOR. The most awesome land predator the universe has
         ever conceived This thing could eat a T-rex and have the
         Alien for desert.

         It is a black six-limbed panther from Hell, with an armored
         head and massive distensible jaws.

         JAKE, unaware of the advancing thanator, is still bracing the
         hammerhead –

                   That’s what I’m talkin’ about, bitch!

         The bull wheels around, TRUMPETING in fear, and CRASHES away
         through splintering undergrowth.


                   That’s right motherf–

         A guttural SNARL behind him. Jake spins in time to see –

         THREE TONS of rippling thanator LAUNCH over him, landing
         between him and the hammerhead. The ground shakes.

         The thanator emits an earsplitting ROAR, enraged that the
         hammerhead got away. It twists on itself, turning to face
         Jake, and bares its fangs with a lethal HISS.

                   What about this one?       Run, don’t run?

                   Run.     Definitely RUN!

         Jake BOLTS as –

         The thanator LEAPS after him and –

         Jake launches himself between two large trunks, forcing the
         beast to claw its way around to the side while –

         Jake scrambles up – around – over a tangle of roots and –

         SK-RASH!! CLAWS SLASH the air behind him, EXPLODING bark off
         a trunk as –

         JAKE wills himself forward in a frenzy. With rippling muscle
         the beast is airborne again, blacking out the sun but –

         JAKE dives under a massive root system, and –

         CRASH! Kindling rains around him as the beast tears into the
         root-trunks above him. Claws SLASH down next to him as he
         rolls and crawls –

         Glistening jaws SMASH and SNAP against the barrier trunks,
         sending chunks of wood flying. It’s spittle sprays across
         Jake, jaws inches away as –

         He rolls onto his back, and FIRES his AR point blank but the
         rifle is SNATCHED out of his hands. The beast SCREECHES an
         ungodly WAIL of pain and rage and – RIPS the ENTIRE TRUNK
         away. Jake scrambles to escape but –

         GLISTENING JAWS lunge downward, SNAP SHUT and –

         The creature rips Jake out of the tree, shaking him like a
         junkyard dog with a rabbit, only –


         It has him by the BACKPACK, so Jake unlatches it and –

         He FLIES FREE as the thanator crushes the pack with its
         teeth. Giving Jake a moment to sprint away, but –

         With a hideous BELLOW the thanator crashes after him,
         splintering trees.

         JAKE RUNS in a blur, dodging between trunks as a glistening
         black tornado shreds the forest behind him and –

         He sees WATER ahead and DIVES OUTWARD with all his might –

         The thanator’s jaws SNAP SHUT inches behind him as he flies
         out into open space and –

         JAKE SPLASHES down into a swiftly moving river.

         The thanator LEAPS DOWN AFTER HIM, pursuing from rock to
         rock, its claws swiping like a grizzly fishing for salmon.

         Jake ducks under as – FWHOOSH! – black claws SLASH past
         his face amid turbulent bubbles.

         A WATERFALL ahead. Jake is swept over the falls, with the
         thanator SWIPING at him from a rock, just MISSING and –

         Jake disappears down the throat of the thundering cataract.


         The water boils below the cataract. Jake’s head bursts
         through the surface, and he gasps for breath.

         He is carried along by the current, but manages to grab a
         limb on a fallen tree. He weakly pulls himself up, and just
         lies there gasping on the trunk.

         Above him, on the cliff, the THANATOR BELLOWS, a roar which
         echoes across the jungle.
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         JAKE, wet and bruised, crouches under a screen of giant
         leaves.   He hacks manically at the end of a cut sapling with
         his knife, forming a crude but sharp tip.


         TRACKING with Jake as he walks through the forest like it’s a
         minefield, carrying his SPEAR white-knuckled. He is freaked
         and hyper-alert.


         The trees here are a hundred meters high, blocking out the
         sky. A few pencil beams of sunlight filter down into the
         cyan gloom.

         POV FROM ABOVE – looking down through leaves we watch Jake
         move warily through the forest.

         ECU – TWO GOLDEN EYES, bright in the shadows.

         DOWNANGLE as Jake passes under a tree limb. Invisible to
         him, draped on the limb like a leopard, is a striking NA'VI
         GIRL. She watches, only her eyes moving.

         She is lithe as a cat, with a long neck, muscular shoulders,
         and nubile breasts. And she is devastatingly beautiful –
         for a girl with a tail. In human age she would be 18. Her
         name is NEYTIRI(nay-Tee-ree).

         Jake passes less than 2 meters beneath her, oblivious.

         NEYTIRI rises soundlessly. In one fluid, sinuous movement
         she NOCKS an arrow to her BOW and DRAWS, aiming RIGHT AT
         JAKE. Utterly silent.

         Below her Jake is totally unaware of the arrow aimed at his

         ON NEYTIRI as she follows him with the bow, muscles tensing
         for the shot –

         – and SOMETHING drifts down in front of her, F.G.    She

         RACK FOCUS to the tip of the arrow – where a single
         WOODSPRITE floats down to land on the arrow-head.Like a
         dandelion seed, but larger, the WOODSPRITE waves its silky
         CILIA, feather light, as it balances on the deadly point. It
         glows faintly in the dark shadows.

         NEYTIRI frowns, puzzled, and LOWERS her bow slowly.   The
         woodsprite WHIRLS away into the gloom.
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         GRACE and NORM peer down into the shadowed forest as TRUDY
         banks in a search pattern.

                             TRUDY (INTERCOM)
                   I’m going to have to call it, guys. We’re
                   not allowed to run night ops. Colonel’s


         Grace looks to the west.    The sun setting behind alien trees.


                   Sorry, Doc. He’s just gonna have to hang
                   on `till morning.

                   He’s not going to make it till morning.

         Grace stares into the dark forest as the Samson banks hard,
         thundering away toward the setting sun.
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         LONG LENS– POLYPHEMUS. The giant planet rises behind the
         black trees.

         Jake’s got a new problem. He sees shapes moving with liquid
         grace in the NIGHT shadows behind him. He is being stalked by
         a pack of VIPERWOLVES.

         Jake catches only glimpses – a glint of eyes, a slinking
         black movement – then nothing. Darkness.

         TIME CUT – TIGHT ON Jake’s hands as he knots his T-shirt
         around the butt end of the spear.

         ANGLE ON THICK SAP trickling down a tree-trunk. Jake jams
         the makeshift torch into the sap, soaking the shirt with it.

         A WATERPROOF MATCH from his survival kit lights the torch.

         The torch creates a pool of light surrounded by pulsing,
         leaping shadows. Jake turns warily as he moves along the

         Behind him are several pairs of reflective green EYES.
         Another pair flanking him beside the trail. Black-on-black
         SHAPES which seem to flow like liquid.

         He looks up – sees one cross a limb overhead.   Another on
         his opposite flank.

         Then a hideous sound, like a hyena’s psychotic LAUGH.

         The VIPERWOLVES can run like a dog and climb like a monkey.
         They are hunting Jake from the ground and the trees.


         JAKE RUNS by torch-light, on the edge of panic. He reaches a
         steep banked stream and – without thinking – runs across it
         on a horizontal trunk –

         – and STOPS DEAD on the other side. The torch illuminates
         GREEN EYES cutting ahead of him across the trail. The
         viperwolves have him encircled.

         The psychotic BARKS become more intense as they signal each
         other, getting excited. ONE MAKES A RUN at him, angling on
         his legs from behind but –

         JAKE WHIRLS, jamming the torch in its face.   It yips and goes
         past, but ANOTHER moves in –

         He jabs it with the business end of the spear and it SNARLS,
         retreating, baring its fangs.

         Now half a dozen are circling him in the open, and he sees
         what he’s up against.   The VIPERWOLVES are six-limbed with
         shiny chitinous skin, their paws leathery BLACK HANDS.
         Intelligent eyes. Glistening black teeth in dead white gums.

         Jake realizes that he is making his final stand.   He whirls
         the torch in an arc, keeping them at bay –

         And feels a rush of adrenaline. It goes through him like a
         lightning bolt and the fear is gone.

                   I don’t have all goddamn night! Come on!
                   Come on!

         With snarls and a blur of motion THEY ATTACK.

         Jake CRACKS the spear down on one, then SPINS as –

         ANOTHER LEAPS at him and he plants the spear in it, striking
         true, but –

         Its momentum wrenches it from his hands, and the torch goes
         flying. Left in semi-darkness, Jake draws his KNIFE as–

         A WOLF LUNGES, sinking its teeth into his arm. He YELLS in
         pain and fury, SLASHING with the knife which –

         CUTS deep into the beast’s shoulder and it lets go.

         JAKE SPRINTS, trying to escape, but a snarling viperwolf
         leaps, GRABBING him by the ankle with its fore-hand. Jake
         tears away, sprawling, SCRAMBLING to get up as –


         THREE WOLVES charge at once.     The nearest LEAPS at his throat
         just as –

         THUNK!! – an ARROW appears in its chest.

         The wolf lands on him, already a dead weight.    He pushes it
         off in time to see –

         A BLUE AMAZON emerge from the trees, nock another arrow, draw
         and FIRE in one fluid motion. AN UNEARTHLY YOWL as another
         wolf falls.

         NEYTIRI LEAPS right over Jake, and CRACKS her bow down on the
         skull of a circling wolf.

         ANOTHER SPRINGS at her and she drops under its weight, but
         rolls, coming up on top of it with a knife in her hand.

         Her knife FLASHES down, buried to the hilt in its chest.

         SNARLING, a wounded wolf attacks Jake, and he KICKS it away,
         but –

         It SPINS and leaps back onto him, and Jake barely catches its
         throat in time to keep the SNAPPING JAWS away from his face.

         MEANWHILE Neytiri swings her bow in a big arc, CRACKING IT
         across the heads and shoulders of two remaining wolves.

                   Rrreeyaaah! Hyaaaah!!

         The wolves slink and circle, yelping as the bow whistles past
         them. Finally they break and run, with Neytiri chasing and–

         They bound away through the foliage as she SHOUTS after them–


         Jake has his adversary pinned and is choking it with all his
         weight. Finally it stops thrashing. Panting, he releases it
         and looks up at –

         NEYTIRI. Her tail LASHES as she scans the forest, listening
         to the fading YELPS of the wolves. Satisfied the attack is
         over, she turns.

         She regards him coldly for a second, then walks past him.
         Neytiri picks up the torch and extinguishes it in a stream.

                   Wait, don’t –


         Jake blinks around at the darkness – realizing he can still
         see. In fact, with the blinding torchlight gone, the forest
         is transformed.

         The jungle has come alive with BIOLUMINESCENCE – spots and
         patterns, ghosts and galaxies of blue-green light.

         Jake scrambles to recover his spear.   Neytiri kneels beside –

         A DYING WOLF. It’s CRIES are pitiful. It paws the air,
         trying to raise its head. She pulls her KNIFE from its

                       (in Na'vi)
                   Forgive me, my brother.

         She cuts its throat, ending the pitiful cries. She touches
         its head gently, regarding it with sadness.

         Neytiri wipes the knife and returns it to the sheath at her
         waist. She crosses to another slain wolf and kneels, pulling
         the arrow from its heart.

                   Look, um, I know you probably don’t
                   understand this. But – thanks. Thank
                   you. I owe you.

         Neytiri ignores him, assuming a prayer posture over the dead

                       (in Na'vi)
                   Forgive me. May your spirit run with the
                   Great Mother.

                   I would have been screwed if you hadn’t
                   come along –

         She rises and walks away without looking at Jake.

                   Hey, wait. Wait!   Where you goin’?

         He crashes through some plants, catching up to her.

                   Slow down a second will you. I just want
                   to thank you for killing those –

         He makes the mistake of grasping her shoulder and –


         WHACK! She WALLOPS him upside the head with her bow in a
         fierce backhand swing, laying him out flat.

         He looks up to see a FURY standing over him. A Fury who
         speaks English – accented, halting, angry English.

                   Don’t thank! You don’t thank for this!
                   This is sad. Very sad, only.

                   Okay, I’m sorry.    Whatever I did – I’m

         She gestures at the bodies of the viperwolves.

                   All this is your fault! They did not need
                   to die.

                   They attacked me.   How’m I the bad guy

         She silences him with the tip of her bow at his throat.

                   Your fault! You are like a baby, making
                   noise, don’t know what to do. You should
                   not come here, all of you! You only come
                   and make problems. Only.

         Jake gets up, slowly, facing her.

                   Okay, fine, you love your little forest
                   friends. So why not just let them kill
                   my ass? What’s the thinking?

         CU Neytiri – looking away. Finally, reluctantly, her eyes
         MEET HIS for the first time – a riveting gaze with those big
         gold orbs.

                   Why save you?

                   Yes, why save me?

                   You have a strong heart.   No fear.

         She leans closer –


                   But stupid! Ignorant like a child!

         She turns away, stalking off, but Jake goes after her.

         TRACKING WITH Neytiri as she climbs nimbly along a huge ROOT.

         WIDER as she trots with perfect balance along the root, which
         forms an elevated walkway.

         Jake runs to catch up, realizing suddenly that he is far
         above the forest floor. Throughout the following they move

                   If I’m so ignorant, maybe you should
                   teach me.

                   Sky people can not learn.   You do not

         She leaps to another elevated root.   Jake follows, surprised
         that he made it.


         He runs to catch up with her easy jogging pace.

                   Then teach me to “see.”

         She stops and he almost runs into her.

                   No one can teach you to See.

         Then she turns and trots on.

         EXT. GORGE - NIGHT

         They run across the elevated root of an enormous tree – a
         horizontal trunk big as an oak.

         WIDE SHOT as they cross a DEEP GORGE. A waterfall shimmers
         silver in the Polyphemus-light. Vines hang down a hundred
         feet into the gorge, and among them swoop stingbats and other
         night flyers.

                   Hey, slow down. Look, I think we just
                   got off on the wrong foot and –


         Jake looks down, suddenly aware of the height.

                   –you just have to get to know me. I’m
                   Jake. Jake Sull–

         A vine catches his spear and spins him off balance.   He drops
         the spear and almost falls off the root.

                   Whooaaa – shit!

         Neytiri catches him with one hand, gripping his bicep. He
         watches the spear cartwheel down to splash in the river.

         She pulls him upright. Shouts at him in English and Na'vi.

                   I need your help.

                   You should not be here.

                   So take me with you.

                   No. You go back.

         DOWN ANGLE FROM FAR ABOVE – several WOODSPRITES float down
         through the trees. FOLLOW THEM as they descend silently
         toward Jake and Neytiri.

         NEYTIRI, sensing a presence, looks up to see –

         The WOODSPRITES, PULSING with purpose, float right towards
         Jake. They dance gently around his shoulders and head.

                       (off her amazed look)

         More woodsprites gather around him.   Several ALIGHT on him.

         Jake holds still, knowing he should be afraid – but somehow
         he’s not. He spreads his arms. More sprites come, landing
         all over his arms, hands, body.

                   What are they?

         CU NEYTIRI – reacting with a mixture of wonder and dread.


                   Atokirina’. Seeds of the Great Tree –
                   very pure spirits.

         Jake – now a pulsing, glowing, fluttering MASS OF LIGHT –
         moves one hand slowly, not wanting to break the spell. He
         studies one of the sprites dancing on his palm until –

         – WHOOSSHH! the woodsprites whirl up and away, scattering
         into the darkness.

                   What was that all about?

         Neytiri seems shaken.   She seizes his hand and pulls him
         after her.

                                                                 CUT TO:


         TRACKING WITH JAKE as he gazes about him in growing wonder.
         He touches leaves as he passes, watching the bioluminescence
         shiver through them.

         Jake looks down as – they cross a bed of purple MOSS which
         reacts to the pressure of their footsteps. Rings of green
         light, like ripples on a pond, expand outward from each
         footfall. Exploding rings of light where his feet touch
         down. Dream-like, surreal beauty.

         WIDE ON THEM as they run over a large root, across a mirror-
         like POOL at the base of a WATERFALL.

         Jake follows Neytiri, running along a raised root-trunk.

                   What’s your name?

         JAKE hears WHOOSH-WHOOSH and snaps a look as a BOLO flies at
         him, spinning end for end and –

         SHWHAP!! – tangles around his legs.   He topples off the root
         and crashes into the foliage below.

         JAKE untangles himself, getting up to run just as –

         SEVERAL NA'VI RIDERS thunder toward him. They are riding
         DIREHORSES – six-legged, armor-skinned alien Clydesdales.


         We see that the riders’ QUEUES are connected to the horses’
         long moth-like antennae – a neural-link with which they can
         command the horse, leaving hands free for weapons.

         The riders aim bows and spears at Jake as they approach. Jake
         turns to bolt, but –

         NA'VI HUNTERS melt out of the shadows, weapons aimed –
         blocking his retreat.

         Neytiri drops to the ground next to Jake and confronts the
         LEAD RIDER. She shouts sharply in Na'vi –

                   Tsu'tey, what are you doing?! He is my

         TSU'TEY(tsu-Tay)is young and powerfully built, with sculpted
         features and a proud jawline, piercing eyes. Tsu'tey swings
         off his mount with fluid grace.

                   These demons are forbidden here. I will
                   kill this one as a lesson to the others!

         Tsu'tey draws his bow but Neytiri leaps between him and Jake,
         confronting him warrior to warrior.

                   Stop! There has been a sign. This is a
                   matter for the Tsahik.

         Tsu'tey clenches his jaw with frustration – frustration with
         her as much as the situation. He turns and angrily remounts
         his direhorse, barking a command to the HUNTERS.

                   Bring him.

         They grab Jake and haul him to his feet. Encircled by spears
         and bows, he is shoved forward along the trail, as Tsu'tey
         and the others ride ahead.
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         JAKE is hauled roughly toward Neytiri’s village, which is
         sheltered inside one of the GREAT TREES. HOMETREE is 250
         meters tall, with a trunk four times the diameter of the
         largest Sequoia, and a base of massive mangrove-pillars.


         TSU'TEY rides inside the columns at the base of Hometree,
         shouting an ululating WARNING.

         Jake is force-marched through the pillars into –


         An open CENTRAL AREA. The villagers gather to see the
         arriving hunt party. We see the people of the tribe –
         mothers with babies, old women, young hunters.

         They gawk at the alien, expressions ranging from curiosity to
         outright hostility. The huge eyes of the children follow

         Jake is amazed at the size of HOMETREE inside. By the light
         of the COOK-FIRES he can see up into a vast cylindrical
         gallery – a living cathedral.

         Clear membranes – sturmbeest bladders – filled with
         fluttering bio-luminescent insects, act as area lighting.

         The central space is dominated by the SKULL of some enormous
         creature, mounted with much embellishment on a TOTEM.
         Standing in front of this, awaiting their approach, is –

         EYTUKAN (AY-too-kahn), the Clan Leader. Eytukan has deeply
         chiselled features and a long chest mantle of THANATOR CLAWS.
         His normally stern features are clouded further by anger.

                   Why do you bring this creature here?

         Neytiri addresses Eytukan in Na'vi.

                   I was going to kill him, but there was a
                   sign from Eywa.

         He glowers at her as he responds, pointing at Jake.

                   I have said no dreamwalker will come
                   here, to offend our home! His alien
                   smell fills my nose

         Neytiri stands her ground, answering in a respectful but not
         submissive tone.


                   Father, many atokirina came to this

                   What’s going on?

                   My father is deciding whether to kill

                   Your father!?
                       (to Eytukan)
                   Uh, good to meet you, sir.

         Jake steps forward, offering his hand, and the hunters JUMP
         to restrain him, shouting. But they all FREEZE as –

         A commanding FEMALE VOICE echoes through the chamber.

                   Step back!

         Everybody looks up.

         MO'AT (MOH-aht) stands on the second level, looking down.
         She is a severe woman in her 50’s. Her bearing is haughty,
         her expression friendly as a hanging-judge. Her outfit is
         elaborate, denoting her rank as CLAN MATRIARCH.

                   I will look at this alien.

         There is an expectant hush as Mo'at descends the helical core
         of Hometree, a kind of natural spiral staircase.

                   That is Mother. She is Tsahik – the one
                   who interprets the will of Eywa.

                   Who’s Eywa?

         Neytiri kneels before her like an acolyte as Mo'at passes.

         The villagers stare silently as the Matriarch circles slowly
         around Jake, examining his tail and the end of his queue.


                       (thick accent)
                   What are you called?

                   Jake Sully.

         She produces a long THORN between her fingertips. With a
         flourish she strikes his chest.

         Jake flinches. RED BLOOD wells up and Mo'at rubs some
         between her fingertips. She tastes it.

                   Why did you come to us?

                   I came to learn.

                   We have tried to teach other Sky People.
                   It is hard to fill a cup which is already

                   My cup is empty, trust me. Just ask
                   Doctor Augustine. I’m no scientist.

                   What are you?

                   I don’t know. I was a Marine – uh, a
                   warrior. Of the Jarhead clan.

                   A warrior! I could kill him easily!

                   No! This is the first warrior
                   dreamwalker we have seen. We need to
                   learn more about him.

                   What’s going on?   What are they saying?

                       (to Neytiri, subtitled)
                   Daughter. You will teach him our way, to
                   speak and walk as we do.


         NEYTIRI looks shocked, then angry.

                   Why me? That’s not fair!     I only–

                   It is decided!

         Neytiri subsides, turning to glare at Jake.

                       (to Jake)
                   My daughter will teach you our ways.
                   Learn well, Jakesully. We will see if
                   your insanity can be cured.

         She turns to Neytiri, her expression stern –

                   He is your responsibility.

         Neytiri nods, accepting, but she’s not a happy camper.   She
         grabs Jake’s arm and pulls him roughly away.

                   So it’s all good, right?   You and me –

                   Do not speak.
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         LATER, Neytiri leads Jake up the spiral to the SECOND LEVEL.
         He now wears only a ratty LOINCLOTH. His wounds are bound
         with plant-fiber bandages.

         THE ENTIRE CLAN is squatting at dinner in a huge circle. They
         stop talking and turn to gaze at Jake as he enters the

                   Don’t get up.

         Neytiri crosses the circle to the cook pit and returns with
         several large leaves heaped with food. She kneels next to
         Jake, placing the food in front of him almost DEFIANTLY.

                   You never told me your name.


                   Neytiri te Ckaha Mo'at'ite.

                   Okay, again, a whole lot slower.

                       (exaggerated slowness)
                   Neytiri. Nay-TEE-ree.

         Jake knows she’s baiting him.   He smiles in response.

                   Nay-TEE-ree. That’s nice. Nay-TEE-ree.

         ACROSS THE CIRCLE, Tsu'tey, Mo'at and Eytukan sit together,
         glancing up occasionally from their food to the stranger.

                   These aliens try to look like people, but
                   they can’t.

                   He seems dim to me.   And his eyes are too

         NEYTIRI motions for Jake to take portions from the serving
         leaves onto his own leaf.

                   Your mom likes me.    I can tell.

         MO'AT, watching Jake and Neytiri, leans over to Eytukan.

                   Neytiri will test this “warrior.” Hey may
                   learn nothing – but we will learn much.

                   You speak truth. We must understand
                   these Sky People if we are to drive them

         Jake munches on a white shrimp-like thing.

                   These rock. What are they?

                   Teylu. You call beetle larvae.


         Jake blanches. She heaps some more onto his leaf – a
         CHALLENGE – and Jake meets her eyes, takes a handful, and
         starts munching enthusiastically.

                   That’s some damn fine teylu. That’s like
                   grandma’s teylu.

         CU TSU'TEY, warily eyeing Jake –

                   I say she will kill him.
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         The sleeping level – families nesting in groups on woven
         hammocks the size of trampolines. The hunters sleep along
         SPOKES joining the inner trunk to the tree’s outer shell.

         Jake lies awake in a hammock, people rustling in the darkness
         around him. Neytiri is nearby, curled up like a little girl.
         She stares at him for a moment, then closes her eyes.

         Jake watches the glowing bugs fluttering inside a night-
         light, a pulse of life energy. A strange peace spreads
         through him. He closes his eyes and –
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         GRACE is over JAKE in the Link, SLAPPING him, as Max and NORM

                   Come on back, kid, that’s it.

                   Wha –? Oh.

         He looks around, blinking.   Reality crashing in.

                   Damn, you were dug in like a tick.
                       (she helps him sit up)
                   Is the avatar safe?

                       (huge grin)
                   Yeah, Doc – and you are not going to
                   believe where I am.
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         BREAKFAST the next day. The other drivers lean forward,
         hanging on Grace’s re-telling of the tale.

                   – so the kid’s out there one night and
                   he’s got the Queen Bitch herself offering
                   him the spare room and the car keys.

                   It’s not something you can teach.

         Some of the other scientists clap Jake on the shoulders in

                   That’s awesome, Jake.

         NORM chomps his bacon, fuming.

                        (to Jake, getting serious)
                   For reasons I cannot fathom, the
                   Omaticaya have chosen you. God help us
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         JAKE has reported to SELFRIDGE and QUARITCH. Quaritch turns
         from gazing out at the wall of forest, displaying a feral

                   Jarhead clan?
                       (he laughs)
                   And that worked?

                   Yeah. They want to study me.   See if I
                   can learn to be one of them.

                   That’s how you seize the initiative. I
                   wish I had ten more like you.

                   Look, Sully – find out what these blue
                   monkeys want.


                             SELFRIDGE (cont’d)
                   We try to give them medicine and
                   education. Roads! But no – they like
                   mud. I wouldn’t care except –

         Selfridge turns to a large 3D GRAPHIC DISPLAY, pointing. A
         road runs from Hell’s Gate to a proposed new mine miles away.

                   Their damn village is sitting right over
                   the richest unobtanium deposit for a
                   hundred klicks in any direction. Which
                   sucks – for them – because they need to

                       (taking that in)
                   Does Augustine know about this?

                   Yeah, she does, and she’s on the next
                   ship back if she tries to cock-block me
                   on it.

                   So – who talks them into moving?


                   What if they won’t go?

                   I’m betting they will.

                   Killing the indigenous looks bad, but
                   there’s one thing shareholders hate more
                   than bad press – and that’s a bad
                   quarterly statement. Find me a carrot to
                   get them to move, or it’s going to have
                   to be all stick.

         Jake is shaken by the enormity of this new responsibility.

                   You got three months.    That’s when the
                   dozers get there.

                   I’m on it.
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         JAKE pumps his chair across the lab, flanked by GRACE and
         NORM. Grace holds STEREO STILL PICTURES in front of him, one
         at a time – images of clan members she has shot over the
         years – a kind of flash card drill.

                       (next photo)
                       (next photo)

                   He’s the clan leader –
                       (indicating Mo'at)
                   – but she’s the spiritual leader.   Like
                   a shaman.

         INT. LINK ROOM

         The dialogue is continuous as they enter.

                   Got it. So who’s this Eywa?

                   Who’s Eywa? Oh, only their deity. The
                   Great Mother. The goddess made up of all
                   living things. You’d know that if you
                   had any training whatsoever.

         He hauls himself from wheelchair to Link.

                   Who’s got a date with the chief’s

                   Knock it off. Jesus, it’s like
                   kindergarten around here.

         As Jake settles into the soft embrace of the link, Grace
         inputs commands at the control station.

                   Neytiri was my best student. She and her
                   sister Silwanin. Just amazing girls.

                   I didn’t meet the sister.


                   No, she’s dead.
                       (turning to him)
                   Okay, let’s go – village life starts

                   Link is ready.

         Grace lowers the bio-sensor array over Jake’s chest.

                   Don’t do anything unusually stupid.

         She closes the clamshell and we –


         CU JAKE’S AVATAR, blinking awake, staring up at –

         HOMETREE, like a gothic cathedral overhead.   Sunlight streams
         down through gaps in the towering vault.
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         INT. COMMONS - DAY

         JAKE walks among the villagers, who go about their daily

         – young girls sit together, weaving and SINGING.    They look
         up as he passes, then go back to work.

         –two men clean the fish they’ve caught.

         – a young mother pounds seeds into meal, while nursing an

         –children chase each other and climb like monkeys. One bold
         LITTLE GIRL runs up to Jake, stops – staring – then shrieks
         with laughter as she runs back to her playmates.

         GRINNING, Jake turns to see NEYTIRI cantering toward him on a
         DIREHORSE. She leads a second horse, an old sway-backed
         MARE. His grin drops.


         JAKE nervously grips the surcingle of the mare. Neytiri holds
         its nose-ring while Jake clumsily mounts.

         Jake bends one of its ANTENNAE down to the tip of his queue.
         He hesitantly touches them together and –


         TIGHT SHOT – the tendrils INTERWEAVE.

         Jake’s PUPILS DILATE and his mouth drops open. The horse’s
         eyes also go wide and it HONKS nervously. Neytiri touches her
         fingertips to the neural interface.

                   This is shahaylu – the bond. Feel her
                   heartbeat, her breath. Feel her strong

         Jake closes his eyes, nodding.   One with the horse.

         TSU'TEY and another young hunter come out of the forest
         leading TWO DIREHORSES. The magnificent animals drink from
         the edge of the pool. Tsu'tey watches Jake’s riding lesson
         with disdain.

                   You may tell her what to do –
                       (she touches her head)
                   – inside. For now, say where to go.


         The horse LAUNCHES into a GALLOP. Jake flops around, with no
         idea how to sit the animal, and is promptly THROWN OFF. He
         lands painfully in the mud.

         He gets up, brushing mud off knees and ass, as Neytiri leads
         the horse back to him.


         SERIES OF JUMP CUTS – Jake falls off the horse in various
         ways, seemingly landing harder each time.

         ON JAKE, face down in the mud of the riverbank. He painfully
         rises to hands and knees. Which is when he sees –

         TSU'TEY and another HUNTER thundering across the shallow
         river on their direhorses. Spray blasts up from their

         Jake stands, covered in mud, as Tsu'tey stops his horse next
         to him, looking down with disdain.

                   You should go away.


                       (to Neytiri)
                   I knew this guy could speak English.

         Tsu'tey turns to Neytiri, who is leading the old mare back.

                   This alien will learn nothing.   A rock
                   Sees more.

         She sighs in agreement. Tsu'tey and the other hunter wheel
         their horses around and THUNDER OFF into the woods.

         NEYTIRI gestures to Jake’s horse.

                                                                CUT TO:


         Grouped around a table are JAKE, COLONEL QUARITCH, SELFRIDGE
         and few ENGINEERS and OFFICERS. Jake is talking them through
         plans he’s made of Hometree’s inner structure.

                   You’ve got outer columns, then a
                   secondary ring here, and an inner ring.
                   Then a core structure, it’s like a
                   spiral, that’s how they move up and down.

                   I’m going to need accurate scans of all
                   these columns.

                   Roger that.

         ANGLE ON MAX, at the stairwell. He’s been watching Jake
         talking rapidly to Quaritch, but can’t hear him. Frowning,
         he backs away, down the stairs.
                                                                CUT TO:

         INT. BIO LAB - DAY

         JAKE, GRACE and NORM are packing science gear and supplies.

                   I’m not about to let Quaritch and
                   Selfridge micro-manage this thing.
                       (she looks pointedly at Jake)
                   We’re going up into the mountains.


                             GRACE (cont’d)
                   There’s a mobile link up at Site 26 that
                   we can work out of.

                   The Hallelujah Mountains?

                   That’s right.

                       (off Jake’s look)
                   The legendary Floating Mountains of
                   Pandora? Heard of them?
                                                                CUT TO:


         A SAMSON THUNDERS over the rainforest, climbing into the mist-
         shrouded mountains.

         In the SEALED COCKPIT, Norm is up front, sitting left seat so
         Trudy can talk him through the flight controls. Jake and
         Grace are behind them, in the jump-seats.

         Grace and Norm’s UNCONSCIOUS AVATARS ride in the open back

                   It only takes tiny inputs.   Here, put
                   your hand on the cyclic –

         She points to the stick between her knees. Norm hesitantly
         reaches over and rests his hand on hers.

                   Feel how small the moves are? You barely
                   have to think it, and the aircraft

         ON NORM – reacting to tiny inputs from the hot lady-pilot.

         THE SAMSON is dwarfed by enormous ARCHES OF ROCK.

                   See these magnetic formations.   We’re
                   getting close.

                   Yeah we are. Look at my instruments.

         On the dash, many of the displays are fritzing out.


                   Yup. We’re in the flux vortex.

         AHEAD, a cloud bank parts, revealing –

         THE HALLELUJAH MOUNTAINS.   Right in front of them.

                   Oh. My. God.

         Jake leans forward between the seatbacks for a good look out
         the front canopy.

         JAKE’S POV – enormous islands of rock are hovering a half
         mile above the ground. They are overgrown with rainforest,
         and straggly beards of vines hang down beneath them.
         Waterfalls stream down the sides and dissolve into spray at
         the bottom.

         ON JAKE, staring in amazement.   It is both awe-inspiring and

         Trudy turns, grinning at Jake.

                   You should see your face.

         WIDE AERIAL – the Samson is tiny as it approaches the
         floating islands of rock. An archipelago among the clouds,
         they cast great shadows over the forested slopes below.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   Yeah, so what does hold them up? Grace
                   explained it to me – some kind of maglev
                   effect because unobtanium is a
                   superconductor, or something. At least
                   somebody understands it. Just not me.
                                                                 CUT TO:

         EXT. SITE 26 - DAY

         A remote RESEARCH STATION – TWO SHACKS and a few clusters of
         instruments perched on a promontory near the Hallelujah
         Mountains. The shacks are AIRLIFT MODULES the size of buses.

         THE SAMSON LANDS, beating the grass with its rotor-wash. The
         humans hop out, wearing MASKS.

         They move toward the Shack, taking in the spectacular
                                                                 CUT TO:


         INT. SHACK - DAY

         NORM and TRUDY assist JAKE with his chair as they cycle in
         through the AIRLOCK. GRACE is already inside, starting the
         GENNY. She turns on the lights and equipment.

         There are 4 bunks, a clutter of science gear, and – through
         a short connecting corridor – THREE LINK UNITS in the second

         As Grace powers up the Link equipment, Jake stops to look at
         STEREO STILL PICTURES which are taped and tacked up around
         her workstation.

         CLOSE ON PICTURES – Grace posing at the school with various
         grinning children. There is one of her with two lanky girls,
         a younger Neytiri and an older girl who looks much like her.

                   Jake, take number two, it’s the least
                   glitchy. Norm, I need you to operate
                   Jake’s link.

         Norm glares at Jake as he passes.

                   Hey. You got a problem?

         Norm turns to Grace, his frustration boiling over.

                   I trained three years for this mission.
                   I speak the language fluently.
                       (he points at Jake)
                   He falls off the frickin’ turnip truck
                   and all of a sudden he’s cultural

                   It’s not our choice, Norm.

         He glowers at Jake.

                   Yeah, well I didn’t come out here to wash
                   the dishes while you’re on some
                   interspecies booty call.

         He stalks off.

                   He can’t go far.


         She points to Jake’s link.

                   Let’s get you in.
                                                                CUT TO:


         LOOKING DOWN the central shaft of Hometree, 80 meters to the
         ground. Villagers are ant-like.

         Jake tries to keep up with Neytiri as she leaps up the core
         trunk like a lemur. He climbs the last section, arriving out
         of breath beside her. She leads him OUTSIDE, onto –

         A large branch. Through gaps in the foliage Jake can see
         other Great Trees scattered across the landscape, like
         enormous umbrellas above the rainforest.

         NEYTIRI strides out across the branch toward some kind of
         STRUCTURE – a WEB made of thick woven fiber. DARK SHAPES
         clinging to it stir with a leathery RUSTLING SOUND.

         Neytiri makes a series of TRILLS and CLICKS. One of the
         shapes MOVES toward them, emerging into a shaft of sunlight.

         A huge MOUNTAIN BANSHEE. Much larger than the forest
         banshees, this thing is taller than a Na'vi with a 10 meter
         wingspan. A leathery FWHOOP, like the crack of sails, as it
         alights on the branch right in front of her.

                   Holy shit.

                   Do not look in her eye.

         Neytiri feeds it a large scrap of meat, which it SNATCHES and
         gulps down. She murmurs to it and strokes its NECK.

         It lets out a signature SHRIEK, and some of the others in the
         shadows nearby answer.

         Neytiri flip-catches her queue and gently connects it to the
         Banshee’s ANTENNA. It shivers and stretches its wings as the
         neural connection is made.

                   Ikran is not horse. Once shahaylu is
                   made, ikran will fly with only one Hunter
                   in the whole life.

         She climbs smoothly onto the animal’s back.


                   To become taronyu – Hunter – you must
                   choose your own ikran. And he must choose


                   When you are ready.

         The BANSHEE shivers with anticipation.


         Jake ducks as the great wings EXPLODE OPEN and the banshee
         DROPS off the branch. It swoops down across the forest
         canopy, banks hard, lets out a CRY and beats its wings in a
         power climb.

         Completing the bank, Neytiri directs the banshee into a close
         SWOOPING FLYBY, and Jake instinctively ducks.

         ON NEYTIRI – flying in perfect fusion with her winged mount,
         the rainforest rolling beneath her.
                                                                 CUT TO:


         STEREO VIDEO-LOG IMAGE – Jake has just switched on the
         camera. He looks tired.

                   Do I have to do this?   I need some rack.

         GRACE, behind him, looks up from her MICROSCOPE, scowling.

                   No – now, when it’s fresh.

                   Yeah, yeah.
                       (to camera)
                   The days are starting to blur together.
                   The language is a bitch, but I figure
                   it’s like field-stripping a weapon.


         JAKE AND NEYTIRI kneel together inside Hometree. Neytiri
         touches her lips with her fingertips.



         She touches her nose, her ears, her eyes in quick sequence.

                   Ontu, mikyun, nari.

         NEYTIRI stands next to him, correcting his position as he
         draws a longbow.

         BARKING commands, she SMACKS him on the shoulder, then the
         elbow, repositioning him roughly.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   Neytiri thinks I’m some kind of retard.

         HUMAN JAKE emerges from the LINK to see –

         TRUDY and NORM caught IN THE ACT on Norm’s bunk. Norm blushes
         and Trudy waves, pulling the blanket over their heads.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   Norm’s attitude has improved lately.

         NORM works with JAKE at the small table in the SHACK kitchen.

                   Thank you?


         Norm comically exaggerates the pronunciation.

                   Irrrreiyo. Irrrreiyo.   You’ve gotta roll
                   the R, r-r-r-oll it.

         Norm makes Jake repeat the word, getting more frustrated.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   It’s good he’s back on board, but he
                   thinks I’m a retard too.

         TRACKING WITH JAKE’S FEET as he runs over rocks, leaping onto
         a thick root, running on across the rough bark.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   My feet are getting tougher.   I can run
                   farther every day.


         Neytiri leads him along a massive root, and soon they are
         running 30 meters above the ground.

         He sprints with her through the trees, trying to keep up.
         She CLIMBS and LEAPS with the ease of a spider monkey.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   I have to trust my body to know what to
                   do. With Neytiri it’s learn fast or die.

         Neytiri LEAPS off into space, falling, falling until –

         She catches an enormous palm leaf and, gripping it, allows
         its DROOP to slow her fall. She lets go, plummeting, and
         catches another.

         JAKE FOLLOWS in a leap of faith. THE CAMERA PLUNGES with
         him, from leaf to leaf, down and down in a dizzying kinetic

         He drops down from the last leaf, landing next to her on a
         game trail. He is exhilarated to still be alive.

         Neytiri is surprised – that he followed.   That he lived.

         TIGHT ON HUMAN JAKE, in the shack. Thinking as he looks at
         the pictures of Grace with the laughing kids at the school.

         IN THE COMMONS – AVATAR NORM formally greets MO'AT. The
         Matriarch looks on as GRACE kneels to hug children she knows.
         Grace’s eyes sparkle as she chats with them in Na'vi.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   I sweet-talked Mo'at into giving Norm and
                   Grace a hall pass. Now Grace even makes
                   me coffee before link every morning.

         Grace looks up to see Neytiri approaching. It is an awkward
         moment between them. Grace makes the formal gesture of

                       (Na'vi, subtitled)
                   I See you, Neytiri Mo'at'ite.

                   I See you, Doctor Grace Augustine.

         ANOTHER DAY – NEYTIRI kneels on a game trail, pointing out
         the tracks in the mud to Jake. She touches the edges of the
         plants around her, and sniffs the air.


                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   I’m learning to read the trails, the
                   tracks at the water-hole, the tiniest
                   scents and sounds.

         JAKE AND NEYTIRI watch through a screen of leaves as –

         A HERD of huge, armored STURMBEEST walks through the shallows
         of a lake. In the middle of the herd, the babies are
         sheltered from predators among their parents’ legs.

         One of the BULLS trumpets, and a flock of TETRAPTERONS takes
         flight, an explosion of purple wings.

         Jake stares at the strange and wild alien tableau.

         ANOTHER PLACE – NEYTIRI STANDS utterly still, except for her
         ears, which move with a life of their own. Her eyes are
         closed. She speaks very softly to Jake –

                   When you hear nothing, you will hear
                   everything. When you see nothing, you
                   will See everything.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   Sometimes I have no idea what she’s
                   talking about.

         Jake and Neytiri creep quietly, stalking a large male
         HEXAPEDE – a six legged deer-like creature.

         Jake expertly nocks an arrow and draws his bow as Neytiri
         watches. He takes a bead on the hexapede – tracks it for a
         beat with the drawn bow, then RELAXES his arm. Zen archery.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   It’s been a month and I’m still not
                   allowed to make a kill. She says the
                   forest hasn’t given permission.


         NEYTIRI and JAKE crawl through the undergrowth.   She points
         and he parts some leaves to see –

         A MOTHER VIPERWOLF bringing meat to her cubs, which frisk
         around her legs. She licks their faces.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   There’s a lot of crap like that. She’s
                   always going on about the flow of energy–
                   the spirits of the animals and what not –


         VIDEO-LOG IMAGE – HUMAN JAKE talks into the lens.    He’s
         changing – un-shaven, cheeks hollow. Pale.

                   I just hope this treehugger shit isn’t on
                   the final.

         Visible behind him, Grace is hunched over her samples.

                       (without looking up)
                   This isn’t just about eye-hand
                   coordination out there. You need to
                   listen to what she says. Try to see the
                   forest through their eyes.

                   Excuse me – this is my video-log here,

         NEYTIRI AND JAKE move through the NIGHT FOREST, surrounded by
         galaxies of shimmering bioluminescence. They move
         gracefully, soundlessly – two forest spirits.

         CU JAKE – the pupils of his cat eyes dilated. The night
         forest floods his brain with its million bio-sources.

         NIGHT SHOT, from overhead – Jake and Neytiri bow-fishing
         from a dugout canoe over huge glowing ANEMONES at the bottom
         of a pool.

         A large fish swims silhouetted against the pastel glow.      ZAP!
         Jake drills it. He holds up the fish, triumphantly.

         ANOTHER DAY – Neytiri stands close behind Jake, adjusting
         his position as he draws his bow. Only now her hands are
         GENTLE as they move on his arms, his shoulders.

         Aware of her touch, Jake’s focus is broken.   Their eyes meet,
         and she pulls away quickly.

         NIGHT – they enter a CLEARING filled with chest-high ferns.
         Neytiri signals him to move slowly. They approach a creature
         on one of the ferns. An ugly, stick-like LIZARD-THING
         perched on a frond. As he approaches –

         SNAP! A long spine whips in a circle, unfurling a
         bioluminescent membrane – a disk a meter across, opening
         like a Chinese fan. It FLIES OFF, a living Frisbee.

         THE FAN LIZARD FLOATS across the clearing.


         Neytiri plunges among the ferns with a SHARP CRY. An
         EXPLOSION OF COLOR as dozens of FAN LIZARDS take flight.

         Grinning widely, she hops around like a little girl, until
         they are all flying. And for the first time, she is
         unguarded and joyful, totally herself with him.

         INSIDE THE LINK – Jake’s eyes open in the darkness. He
         doesn’t know where he is. He weakly pushes open the lid,
         blinking at the light.

                              JAKE (V.O.)
                   Everything is backwards now. Like out
                   there is the true world, and in here is
                   the dream.

         TIGHT ON AVATAR JAKE silently drawing his bow, his eyes
         focused in intense concentration. A beat – the arrow flies.

         JAKE PULLS the arrow from the twitching body of a hexapede.
         He dispatches it with his knife.

         He speaks haltingly, but with feeling, in Na'vi.

                   I See you Brother, and thank you. Your
                   spirit goes with Eywa, your body stays
                   behind to become part of the People.

         NEYTIRI watches with approval.

                   A clean kill. You are ready.
                                                                 CUT TO:

         INT. SHACK - NIGHT

         Lying in the link, Jake looks exhausted, pale, thin.   Norm
         helps Grace get him to his chair.

                   You’re still losing weight.   Here –

         She hands him a microwaved burrito. He looks at the now alien
         food. Bites into it without enthusiasm.

                   I made a kill today. We ate it.   I know
                   where that meal came from.


                   Other body. You need to take care of
                   this body.

                   Yeah yeah.

                   Jake, I’m serious – you look like crap.
                   You’re burning too hard.

         Jake takes the cigarette out of her mouth and stubs it out.

                   Get rid of this shit, then you can
                   lecture me.

                   I’m telling you, as your boss and someone
                   who might even consider being a friend
                   someday, to take some down time.

                   Not now. Tomorrow we leave for Iknimaya.

         GRACE walks past Jake, starts making herself coffee.

                   Yeah – you’re gonna go ride a banshee.
                   Or die trying.

                   That’s right, Grace. This is what I’ve
                   been working for.

                   And this is your check up from the neck
                   up, Marine. You’re getting in way too
                       (she turns away)
                   Trust me, I learned the hard way.

         Jake scans the pictures tacked up around Grace’s workstation.

                   What did happen at the school?

         GRACE looks up from making coffee.   Her eyes track across the
         pictures of the laughing children.   Finally –


                   Neytiri’s sister – Sylwanin – stopped
                   coming to school. She was angry about
                   the clear-cutting.

         GRACE sips her coffee, grimaces at the taste.

                   One day, she and a couple of other young
                   hunters came running in, all painted up –
                   they’d set a bulldozer on fire – I guess
                   they thought I could protect them.

         GRACE’S voice stays oddly CALM as he tells this terrible
         story, while getting MILK out of the refrigerator.

                   The troopers pursued them to the

         MACRO as she pours the milk – her hand is SHAKING.

                   They killed Sylwanin in the doorway.
                   Right in front of Neytiri. Then shot the
                   I got most of the kids out, before they
                   shot me.



         Jake realizes that Grace is on the verge of tears and
         desperately trying to hide it.

                   A scientist stays objective – we can not
                   be ruled by emotion. But I poured ten
                   years of my life into that school. They
                   called me sa'atenuk. Mother.
                       (turning to him)
                   That kind of pain reaches back through
                   the link.

         GRACE sits down at the table, looks intently at Jake.

                   It’s a job. Learn what you can – but
                   don’t get attached.


         GRACE looks at him with real PAIN in her eyes.

                   It’s not our world, Jake.   And we can’t
                   stop what’s coming.
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         TSU'TEY leads three direhorse riders up the trail – two
         TEENAGE HUNTERS and JAKE, who’s riding well enough to keep
         up. The horses’ hooves CLOP right next to a sheer drop into a
         misty canyon.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   Iknimaya translates roughly as stairway
                   to heaven. It’s the test every young
                   hunter has to pass.

         TSU'TEY signals a stop.

         UP-SLOPE AHEAD is an astounding formation. Thick vine-like
         trees have trapped large FLOATING BOULDERS of UNOBTANIUM in
         their gnarled grip.

         A hundred meters above them more boulders are WOVEN into the
         twisted vine-trunks. This is some sort of freak natural
         occurrence – like the mythical beanstalk, going up into the

         There is a THUNDERING ROAR, like an artillery barrage, and
         the ground SHAKES. Jake looks around at –

         One of the FLOATING MOUNTAINS grinding against the flank of a
         nearby mesa. A huge rockfall is set loose. The mountain is
         drifting toward them, filling half the sky.

         The Hunters dismount.

         JAKE looks up at the beanstalk going into the clouds. He
         turns to Tsu'tey, who is checking the young hunters’ gear.

                   We doin’ this?

         Jake leaps to catch up as Tsu'tey and the hunters swarm up
         the base of the beanstalk.
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         200 METERS up the BEANSTALK, the hunters nimbly climb along
         the vine-trunks. They clamber over one of the unobtanium
         BOULDERS which is lifting this incredible tree.

         JAKE looks down – the massive trunk dwindles to the size of
         a licorice stick. A chunk breaks off a boulder as he climbs
         over it – it floats upward.

         They reach the upper branches of the beanstalk. Above them,
         the craggy underbelly of MONS Veritatis looms. Spray from
         one of the waterfalls hits them.

         Some of the HANGING VINES are brushing over the upper
         branches of the beanstalk with a crackling hiss.

         One by one the hunters grab onto vines as they pass.

         Jake shrugs and leaps to a passing vine, his feet dangling
         over nothingness. They climb toward the floating islands


         TINY FIGURES cross a causeway of vines connecting a small
         island of unobtanium to the main mass of Mons Veritatis.

         WIDE SHOT looking down a rock face bigger than Half Dome –
         the sheer side of Mons Veritatis.

         Banshees circle next to the cliffs, flashing in shafts of
         sunlight. Waterfalls dissolve into nothingness below.


         A waterfall THUNDERS down into the void like a faucet of the
         gods. Jake looks down the sheer cliff at the world far below
         – a view from Olympus.

         A SHRIEK and the THWAP THWAP of leathery wings – NEYTIRI’S
         BANSHEE swoops in to perch at the edge of the grotto. She
         dismounts and, like a falconer, covers its eyes with a woven
         HOOD. It waits, docile, as –

         She joins Jake and the hunter party. Tsu'tey leads them
         through the cave until they emerge onto a CLIFF FACE. And
         Jake sees –

         The BANSHEE ROOKERY. HUNDREDS of banshees huddle on rock out-
         croppings as far as the eye can see. They cling to the walls
         with the fore-claws on their wings, or perch on ledges.


                   Jakesully will go first.

         Tsu'tey smirks at Jake, a challenge in his eyes. The two
         teenage Hunters are scared but trying to act tough.

         Tsu'tey scowls when Neytiri leads Jake out onto the ledge.

                   Now you choose your ikran. This you must
                   feel – inside. If he also chooses you,
                   move quick, like I showed. You will have
                   one chance.

                   How will I know if he chooses me?

                   He will try to kill you.


         Out of sight of Tsu'tey, Neytiri takes his hand and squeezes
         it. Jake feels a rush of emotion, but she breaks away like
         it didn’t happen. He is on his own, on the ledge with –

         The BANSHEES. They eye him as he approaches. Several SHRIEK
         and take flight. Others flap their wings and yawn, showing
         rows of fangs, in a threat display.

         Jake unrolls a weighted leather strap, like a one-ended BOLO.

         A LARGE MALE spreads enormous wings, SHRIEKS, and glares
         straight at him.

         Jake looks directly into its eyes – and strides toward it.

                   Let’s dance.

         The challenged banshee HISSES and leaps at him, jaws wide as–

         Jake times the lunge, swinging the bolo, feinting and then
         slipping aside as the banshee’s jaws miss him, SNAPPING SHUT.

         Jake WHAPS the bolo across its snout. The weighted thong
         whips twice around its long jaws, tying them shut. A MUFFLED
         SCREAM and it SLASHES at his stomach with razor talons but –


         Jake is already leaping, over the talons and tackling the
         banshee around the neck. It topples on its side, and he
         SWARMS IT – arms around its thrashing head.

         Jake grabs its whip-like antenna and brings it toward his
         queue but –

         The bony head SLAMS sideways, and BAM! – clocks him right in
         the face, almost knocking him out and –

         IT WRITHES, flinging him to the ground. He slides on the
         rock and almost goes over the edge as –

         NEYTIRI gasps. Tsu'tey laughs and yells mockingly.

         The bolo is coming loose as the creature shakes its head, way
         pissed off now, but –

         Jake scrambles up and leaps straight at it. Claws rake his
         leg but he gets his arms around its head and CLAMPS DOWN
         HARD. They flop to the ground and he scrambles on top,
         pinning it and –

         Grabs its whipping antenna, locks it under his arm, and jams
         the end of his queue into it. They FUSE together and –

         The banshee stops struggling. It lies there panting.   They
         are locked together, literally eye to eye.

                   That’s right! You’re mine.

         ECU BANSHEE – the pupil like a deep black well.

         Jake relaxes his grip and slowly, warily, slides his leg over
         the creature’s back.

         Neytiri runs to him.

                   First flight seals the bond. You cannot

         Jake sits astride the creature, feeling its power.   He grips
         a hank of the beast’s main, and –


         THWAP! THWAP! The banshee is off like a shot. Jake SCREAMS
         as they PLUMMET off the cliff – the banshee WAILS and –


         They fall together, spiralling out of control, and he is
         almost tossed lose. The thing is SQUAWKING and SHRIEKING so
         much he can’t think.

                    Shut the hell up!!

         It does.

                    Level out!     Fly straight!

         It levels out. Jake cocks his head, only thinking “bank left”
         and the animal complies. He settles the banshee into an easy
         loping beat of its huge wings, while he catches his breath.

         NEYTIRI’S BANSHEE falls into formation with him.   She signals
         "follow me" and DIVES.

         Jake guides his banshee clumsily after her. Neytiri’s
         banshee moves with precise movements of its wingtips, while
         Jake’s wobbles and dips, almost falling out of the sky.

         THE CAMERA SWOOPS after them as Neytiri leads an arcing DIVE
         around the flank of Mons Veritatis. The scenery is stunning.
         They pass waterfalls and swoop between hanging vines.

         Neytiri leads Jake in a sharp bank, skimming close to the
         cliffs. They punch through streamers of cloud and emerge
         into sunlight.

         Jake is getting the hang of it. He jinks left, then right,
         then dives, tucking himself tight against the animal’s back.
         He’s reckless, fearless. Half in control and LOVING IT.

         Neytiri dives next to him as he lets out a long WHOOP of joy.
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         NEYTIRI squats with Jake, using her hands to explain flight
         principles like one fighter pilot to another.

         LOOKING DOWN a sheer cliff. SWOOOSH! Jake and Neytiri dive
         their mounts STRAIGHT DOWN PAST CAMERA, pulling out and
         soaring into a series of aerobatic turns.

                              JAKE (V.O.)
                    I may not be much of a horse guy.   But I
                    was born to do this.


         THEY FLY in close formation with TSU'TEY and the young
         HUNTERS, 5 banshees flashing through scarves of mist.

         ANOTHER DAY. Jake dives, playing hide and seek with Neytiri
         among the clouds. They are wild and free in a wild world.
         She grins and banks hard, diving – catch me if you can. He
         DIVES after her.

         IN THE GROTTO, by firelight, JAKE’S BANSHEE snaps at a piece
         of meat which he playfully pulls back. He’s teaching it to
         take the food more slowly. He strokes its long head.

         TSU'TEY is nearby with the young hunters.   He eyes Jake with
         frustrated hostility.

         ANOTHER DAY – Jake and Neytiri fly abreast, soaring easily.
         She points and Jake sees –

         A BIZARRE GEOLOGICAL FORMATION. Arches of magnetic rock form
         rainbows of stone above a deep CALDERA. In the center of the
         caldera is a single, enormous WILLOW TREE, gnarled and
         ancient. This, we will be told, is THE WELL OF SOULS.
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         EXT. RIDGE

         JAKE flies with Neytiri along a forested ridge. She is
         teaching him to hunt from his banshee. They carry their bows
         at the ready, scanning below them for prey.

         A HUGE SHADOW covers him and Neytiri SHOUTS a warning.   Jake
         looks up to see –

         A LEONOPTERYX in a delta-dive, whistling straight at him.

         Like a banshee, only several times larger, it is the king
         predator of the air: the GREAT LEONOPTERYX.   Striped
         scarlet, yellow and black, with a midnight blue crested head
         – it is both gorgeous and terrifying.

         The hunter has become the prey. JAKE snap-rolls and dives
         toward the forest canopy. He plummets into the gloom as –

         K-CRASH – the leonopteryx tears through foliage, following
         him down, both diving like missiles and –

         JAKE yanks into a hair-pin bank, right through a gap between
         two huge branches –

         Forcing the leonopteryx to brake with a loud FWOOSH of wings.
         It banks away with a frustrated SHRIEK. Two flaps of its
         mighty wings and it is gone, back above the canopy.


         CLOSE ON THE LEONOPTERYX, as its fanged mouth opens in a
         bloodcurdling SCREECH which echoes among the mountains. The
         lord of its domain.

         ON JAKE, shaken. Neytiri flies up, her expression the Na'vi
         equivalent of Oh my God. A beat – they both crack up.
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         INT. SHACK - NIGHT

         Jake ponders images Grace has called up at her workstation–
         science graphics of the Leonopteryx. Trudy and Norm are
         crowded around as well.

                   The Great Leonopteryx is the apex aerial
                   predator. Not only rare, but the
                   sightings tend not to get reported.

         Trudy makes a clicking motion with her thumb.

                   There usually isn’t time to key the mike.

                   The People call it Toruk.

                   Last Shadow.

                   Last one you ever see.

                   I saw one take out a gunship once –
                   WHAM! Total frickin’ yard sale. Ate the
                   crew like peanuts.

         TIME CUT – Grace is scanning through images and Jake stops
         her on one – a 3D aerial shot of the strange arched

                   That’s it.

                   Vitraya Ramunong – The Well of Souls.
                   It’s their most sacred place.

         She moves the virtual camera, and we seem to fly around the
         Well of Souls, catching only a glimpse of the interior.


                   Something big is going on in there,
                   biologically. I’d die to get samples, but
                   outsiders are strictly forbidden.

         TIME CUT – Jake looks through the pressure window at HUMAN
         GRACE and NORM outside. Wearing masks, they are taking
         readings from some time-series experiments Grace has set up.

         As TRUDY watches, JAKE works fast to download Grace’s images
         of the Well of Souls onto a memory chip.

                   They’re coming back.

         Jake pulls the chip, then hesitates. Torn by what he is

                   If you don’t give him something, he’s
                   gonna shut us down.

         He hands her the chip and she slips it into a pocket of her
         flight-suit just as Grace and Norm enter from the airlock.

                   Hey, guys.
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         JAKE STARES up at the TOTEM SKULL, which we now recognize as
         that of a GREAT LEONOPTERYX. NEYTIRI watches as he reaches
         up to touch the tall indigo crest.

                   My grandfather’s grandfather was Toruk
                   Macto – Rider of Last Shadow. Toruk
                   chose him. It has only happened five
                   times since the time of the First Songs.

                   That’s a long time.

         Neytiri takes his hand, because that’s what the Na'vi do when
         they’re telling you something important.

                   Toruk Macto was mighty – he brought the
                   clans together in a time of great sorrow.
                   All Na'vi people know this story.


         PUSH IN SLOWLY on the skull totem, then –
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         EXT. RIVER BED - DAY

         JAKE, NEYTIRI and other FLYING HUNTERS swoop low above a HERD
         OF STURMBEEST – a rapids of thundering muscle. Dust rises
         from this living river like steam from a python’s back.

         TRACKING WITH the herd. A HUNTER appears in FG, astride a
         direhorse at full gallop. The sight is breathtaking. He
         hurls a 3 meter spear and one of the sturmbeest CRASHES down,
         flipping twice from momentum.

         JAKE ROLLS IN like a fighter jet, his banshee screaming. He
         draws and fires his bow. The arrow strikes true, in the
         plexus between the armored shoulders and –

         THE BEAST crashes to the ground. Skids to a stop in a cloud
         of dust.

         NEYTIRI swoops in next to Jake, arms raised and grinning

         CU TSU'TEY, banking around Jake’s kill.   Jake looks up, and
         Tsu'tey SALUTES in grudging admiration.
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         The central space is lit by a BONFIRE, around which the HUNT
         FESTIVAL is in full swing. Wild dancing. People gnawing on
         massive sturmbeest ribs. A bowl of some kava-like intoxicant
         is passed around.

         NEYTIRI dances in a flowing costume as the BANSHEE SPIRIT.
         NORM is dancing seductively with his own tail.

         JAKE, surrounded by young hunters, acts out the leonopteryx
         attack with his hands. The leaping fire-light plays across
         the eye sockets of the TORUK SKULL, bringing it to life. It
         seems to watch Jake.

         TSU'TEY squats next to Jake, the usual scowl on his face.

         Jake braces himself – and Tsu'tey holds up the KAVA BOWL,
         offering it to him. A challenge or an olive branch?

         Jake takes a long, hearty drink as some of the young hunters
         hoot and clap hands in a fast rhythm.


                   Watch that stuff.   It’ll knock you into
                   next week.

         Jake offers the bowl back to Tsu'tey.   They lock eyes.
         Tsu'tey drinks.

         LATER – AN EMPTY BOWL drops, landing on a pile of empty
         bowls near the fire.

         WIDER ON JAKE and TSU'TEY, sitting amid the rowdy hunters.
         Tsu'tey looks a little blearily at Jake. Finally, he GRINS.

                   I thought – enough drink – you would
                   not be so ugly.


         Tsu'tey looks deep into the fire.

                   Your warriors – hide inside machines –
                   fight from far away.
                       (he looks at Jake)
                   I did not think a sky person could be

         Before Jake can answer, NEYTIRI’S lithe shape runs through
         the circle of silhouetted dancers toward them. She takes
         Jake by the hand and pulls him up –

                   You must dance! It is the way.

         TSU'TEY watches as she leads him away, his face darkening –
         the moment of connection to Jake lost to anger.

         The hunters WHOOP and CHEER as Jake joins the circle of

         Jake takes Grace’s hand and pulls her up, protesting.

         JAKE lets the DRUMS and CHANTING flow through him. He lets
         himself go, dancing from the inside, channeling the primal

         GRACE is rocking out, grinning. We see the young girl, so
         repressed, who lives within her.

         Jake and Neytiri flow amongst the dancers, but they are
         looking only at each other.


         A couple of the young girls watching from outside the circle
         are giggling and talking about them. Mo'at and EYTUKAN
         follow their look, seeing the obvious connection.

                   We cannot let this seed grow. Her path is
                   with Tsu'tey.

         ON JAKE, dancing with abandon to the primal beat, eyes locked
         with Neytiri.
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         WIDE VISTA – mist blowing through the treetops as the
         morning sun burns it away. A spectacular panorama of a vast,
         primeval land.

         UP ANGLE TRACKING among the trees, the sunlight shafting down
         like light in a cathedral.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   It’s hard to put in words the deep
                   connection the People have to the forest.

         HIGH IN THE BRANCHES of a tree, Jake watches as Neytiri
         gently bends a large pitcher-like flower toward her, sipping
         nectar which is sweet and thick as honey. An incredibly
         sensuous image.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   They see a network of energy that flows
                   through all living things. They know that
                   all energy is only borrowed–

         MACRO SHOT of a purple flower, beaded with raindrops.   A blue
         hand picks the flower.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   – and one day you have to give it back.

         LOOKING DOWN into a hole dug among tree roots. The body of
         an old Omaticaya WOMAN lies curled there like an unborn baby
         in the womb of the earth. The purple flower is gently placed
         on her body, joining flowers, totems and beads.

         Mo'at recites a prayer as Neytiri, acting as acolyte, places
         a WOODSPRITE, a seed of the Great Tree, on the body.

         Earth is poured over the LENS and we CUT TO –


         JAKE WAKING UP in the Link. DARK as a coffin. He pushes the
         lid off, letting in light, and lies there. He looks pale and
         haggard, with a scraggly beard.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   Hard to believe it’s only been three

         JAKE SITS in front of the video log camera, late at night. It
         is many log entries later. He has lost a lot of weight. He
         looks like a junkie watching a test pattern.

                       (to the lens)
                   I can barely remember my old life. I’m
                   not sure who I am anymore.
                                                                CUT TO:

         EXT. COMPOUND - DAY

         Under a sky of thunderheads, the forest is a dark wall beyond
         the fence. SELFRIDGE, wearing an exopack, TEES UP while GRACE
         and JAKE approach from the direction of the Ops Center.

                   Good of you to stop by. How’s it going
                   out there? Our blue friends all packed
                   up yet?

         Selfridge swings his DRIVER with good form.

                   See, I keep hooking it.   It’s the damn

         THE BALL drops into the mud just past a marker which reads
         220. A TROOPER walks over to retrieve it.

                   The low gravity and the high air density
                   cancel out so –

                   You called us back to report – you want
                   to hear it or not?

                   Go ahead.

                   Jake is making incredible progress, years
                   worth in just a few months. But – we
                   need more time.


                   Not what I was hoping to hear.

         It starts to rain. Selfridge calmly pulls an umbrella from
         his golf bag and snaps it open.

                   Parker, it’s their ancestral home.
                   They’ve lived there since before human
                   history began. You can spare them a few
                   more weeks.

                   This thing is inevitable. What does it
                   matter when it happens? I’m sorry, Dr.
                   Augustine. You’re out of time.

         He leaves them standing there to get drenched.
                                                                CUT TO:

         INT. ARMOR BAY

         A break table, under a harsh overhead light. Quaritch pulls
         up a chair, turns it around, and sits astride it facing Jake.
         He studies Jake’s pale, sunken face. The scraggly beard.

                   You’re not gettin’ lost in the woods, are
                   you son?

         Jake can’t meet his eyes.

                   Your last report was two weeks ago. I’m
                   starting to doubt your resolve. From what
                   I see, it’s time to terminate this

         Jake eyes flare with alarm.

                   No.    I can do this.

                   Look, you’ve given me plenty of usable
                   intel. Like this “Well of Souls” place –
                   I’ve got them by the balls with that,
                   when it turns into a shit-fight. Which it

         Jake feels hollow inside, knowing what he’s done.


                   So you’ll get your legs back, like I
                       (puts his hand on Jake’s
                   It’s time to come in.

         Jake ponders this. Isn’t this what he was doing all this for?

                   I’ve gotta finish this thing. There’s
                   one more test – the Dream Hunt. It’s the
                   final stage of becoming a man. Then I’m
                   one of them. They’ll trust what I say…

         It’s hard for him to even form these words –

                   … and I can negotiate the terms of
                   their relocation.

                   Then you need to get it done, Corporal.
                                                                CUT TO:


         Strange horizontal LIGHTNING branches through the floating
         mountains, twisted by the magnetic fields. The sky is black
         and heavy with clouds.


         Jake is gulping black coffee like a tequila shot, looking
         pretty STRUNG OUT. GRACE is smoking furiously.

                   Jake, I can’t allow this.   You’re just
                   not strong enough.

                   It’s the last door – I’m going through
                   it. You can help me or get out of the

         Jake pushes past her toward the corridor –

                       (grabbing him)
                   Will you listen to me? Sometimes the
                   Na'vi themselves die in these vision
                   quests. The venom takes you to the edge
                   of death.


                             GRACE (cont’d)
                   And the psychoactive alkaloid in the worm-
                   - we have no idea what that’ll do in an
                   avatar brain.

         Jake breaks free and wheels away, down the corridor.

         GRACE follows JAKE as he crosses to the Link. A sheet of
         LIGHTNING flashes across the sky outside.

         Norm is initializing the Link.

                   Calibrating. Thirty seconds.

         She puts her hands on his shoulders.

                   No matter what you prove out there– you
                   are still in here.
                       (shaking him)
                   Right here.

                   I have to go all the way – become one of

                   Goddammit, Jake, you can never be one of

         Norm looks up, startled at the VEHEMENCE in GRACE’ voice.

                   Our life out there takes millions of
                   dollars of machinery to sustain. You
                   visit – and you leave.

         During this, Jake pulls himself from his wheelchair, levering
         himself into the Link, hauling his useless legs inside.

                   You can never truly be with her.

         Jake stops, pinioned by the truth.   He seems suddenly very

                   You know why I’m here? Because Quaritch
                   sent me.



                   That’s right – to embed with the
                   Omaticaya. To find out how to screw them
                   out of their home. By deceit or by
                   force, he didn’t care. And if it turned
                   out to be force, then how best to do it.

         Norm is in shock.   But Grace is eerily calm.

                   And what about now, Jake?

                   I’m not that guy any more.

         Grace nods.   She’s been on his journey every step of the way.

                   I know.

                   But if I tell Quaritch the truth, he
                   yanks me out – I never see her again.
                   And if I tell her the truth, the clan
                   throws me out – that’s if they don’t cut
                   my heart out and show it to me.

         Jake looks hopelessly at the two of them.   In his own perfect

                   They won’t understand what you’ve done.

                   They don’t even have a word for “lie” –
                   they had to learn it from us.

         Grace sees he is on the verge of tears.   Lost and alone,
         between worlds.

                   I know. I taught it to them.

                   Grace. I’ve gotta go.   They’re waiting.

                   Link is ready.

         Grace stops him as he tries to close the lid.


                   Jake. You can’t carry this burden much

                       (smiling wanly)
                   It’s okay. Mo'at says an alien mind
                   probably can’t survive the Dream Hunt

         Grace closes the lid. It feels like closing a coffin. She
         watches his psionic patterns aligning to his avatar,
         somewhere out in the night.

                       (to Norm)
                   Prep my link. I’m going in.
                                                                CUT TO:


         JAKE SITS, eyes closed, as Neytiri and another young hunter
         paint his face and body in preparation for uniltaron – the
         Dream Hunt.

                   When your Spirit Animal comes, you will

         Their eyes meet with emotion neither can conceal any longer.

         TIME CUT. GRACE stands with the crowd at the ramp to
         HOMETREE’S LOWEST LEVEL. Jake barely sees her as he goes down
         the spiral. She tries to follow, but is barred by a hunter.

         BELOW, seemingly in the womb of the earth, Jake walks slowly
         into the center of a tight circle of seated elders and
         hunters. An ELDER is slowly rapping a large WATER DRUM.

         TIME CUT – MO'AT purifies him with smoke from burning herbs,
         CHANTING in a low monotone. Jake, squatting, washes the
         smoke over himself with his palms.

         MACRO - MO'AT’S FINGERS unwrap a piece of wood riddled with
         holes. She catches the end of a glowing purple WORM, and
         draws it out of the wood.

                   Oh wise worm, eater of the Sacred Tree –
                   bless this worthy Hunter with a true


         MO'AT places the worm on Jake’s out-stretched TONGUE. It
         twists on itself, lighting his mouth before he closes it. She
         indicates he should chew. He does.

         MACRO – AN EARTHEN JAR is opened. EYTUKAN removes a
         writhing black ARACHNOID, the Pandoran equivalent of a

         He places it against the back of Jake’s neck and presses. The
         insect drives its stinger into Jake’s skin and –

         Jake grimaces. Mo'at and Eytukan step back, leaving Jake
         alone in the circle.

         Neytiri watches intently, joining in the low chant.

         SLOW DOLLY IN on Jake. His eyes OPEN. He looks around at the
         faces – they seem to TRANSFORM, becoming threatening.

         Jake looks down at the palms of his hands.

         JAKE’S POV – his hands recede, his whole body, the ground
         and –

         INSTANTLY the circle of Na'vi recedes, as if to a distant
         horizon, leaving vast ground in between. SPACE is utterly
         distorted, and SOUND as well – echoing, THUNDEROUS.

         ECU JAKE – pupils DILATED black. He looks around and –

         The onlookers are gone, replaced by a ring of glowing trees,
         which seem miles high. The whole image is bathed in spectral
         radiance. Jake looks down –

         JAKE’S POV – his body and hands transforming – fingers
         stretching into tendrils, legs becoming roots which spread
         outward across the ground, a thousand glowing dendrites which
         connect to the roots of the trees and –

         CUT TO REALITY – Jake is on his hands and knees, PUKING in
         the dirt. He contorts, crying out in agony as the venom
         contracts his muscles but –

         IN HIS VISION Jake stands serene on a FLOATING MOUNTAIN
         CLIFF. A GREAT BLACK SHADOW covers him, the unmistakable X
         silhouette of a diving LEONOPTERYX. The LAST SHADOW.

         CAMERA SCREAMS down on him as the shadow grows larger – WE
         RUSH into his face, into the blackness of his pupil which
         FILLS THE UNIVERSE and –


         REAL JAKE writhes in the dirt, his back arched as his muscles
         seize. He foams and thrashes, his eyes rolled back in his
         head, while inside –

         TIME ITSELF HAS ACCELERATED – clouds scream around the
         mountain tops, mist boils through the forest. He feels the
         wind of time blowing through him as –

         REAL JAKE claws the ground, moaning, staring blindly while –

         INSIDE, IN POV he FLIES over the landscape of Pandora –

         –but the forest is BLASTED. Fires flicker among trees that
         are BURNED black and lifeless in a smoky twilight.

         A great WINGED SHADOW is cast below, rippling over the
         devastated ground. AVATAR JAKE looks down at the shadow.
         Realizes HE is casting it, and we RUSH IN to his PUPIL and –

         PULL BACK from the eye of a GREAT LEONOPTERYX, flying lordly
         and terrible over the land. It lets out an almighty SHRIEK
         which seems to echo to eternity and –

         SLAM CUT to Jake, on his back, GASPING – back in his body.
         He weakly rolls up to one elbow and looks around the room.

                   It is finished.

         Neytiri’s face is flooded with relief.   The faces of the clan
         elders look at Jake expectantly.

                   Did your Spirit Animal come?

         Jake looks from Eytukan to Mo'at, Tsu'tey and the elders. How
         can he tell them what he has seen?

         Mo'at puts her splayed fingers against his face, seeming to
         peer into his troubled soul.

                       (to Jake)
                   Something has come.
                       (to the others, subtitled)
                   It will take time for the meaning to be

         She steps back, and Eytukan motions for Jake to stand. He
         gets up, weakly.


         OUTSIDE THE ENCLOSURE – Eytukan emerges with Jake and the
         others. The entire clan is gathered, waiting to hear what
         has happened. Jake looks up at the Leonopteryx Skull Totem,
         which seems to stare down at him.

         GRACE watches, her eyes brimming. Proud. Relieved. Amazed.

         Eytukan places both hands on Jake’s chest and holds them

                   You are now a son of the Omaticaya.   You
                   are part of the People.

         All the members of the clan press forward, crowding around
         and putting their hands on Jake’s shoulders, back, chest –
         hands upon hands, until he is connected to everyone.
                                                            DISSOLVE TO:


         JAKE and NEYTIRI run silhouetted in the night. Behind them
         waterfalls cascade down in the silvery light. POLYPHEMUS
         RISES behind the trees.

         NEYTIRI DIVES from a rock, slicing into a mirror of water.
         Jake follows her and –

         UNDERWATER, they swim over glowing ANEMONES.

         They seem to float in a cosmic dance above a luminous garden
         of waving shapes. Tiny purple fish swirl around them.

         Their hands come together, fingers twining, as they float
         weightlessly, as if between worlds.
                                                            DISSOLVE TO:


         Laughing, they run together into a stand of WILLOWS. Their
         trunks are as gnarled as bonsai. Long faintly glowing
         tendrils hang straight down in pastel curtains.

         Underfoot, a bed of moss glows faintly. It REACTS to their
         footsteps with expanding rings of light.

         It is an exquisitely beautiful spot.

         The willows stir, responding to their presence. She holds up
         her hands, letting the TENDRILS caress her.


                   This is a place for prayers to be heard.
                   And sometimes answered.

         Jake puts out his hands and the tendrils play over his
         fingers, his palms, his forearms. His eyes go wide. We hear
         the WHISPERING of ancient Na'vi VOICES.

                   It’s like – a sound you feel.

                   We call this utraya mokri – the Tree of
                   Voices. The voices of our ancestors, who
                   live within Eywa.

         A few WOODSPRITES circle around them, some alighting on their
         shoulders and arms.

         They stand, very close together now. Her eyes are intense,
         almost luminous. He feels drawn into them.

         But she pulls back a little.

                   You are Omaticaya now. You may make your
                   own bow from the wood of Hometree.
                       (she looks away)
                   And you may choose a woman.

         The Amazon warrior trying so hard to sound casual.   Jake
         suppresses a smile.

                   We have many fine women. Ninat is the
                   best singer –

                   I don’t want Ninat.

                   There is Beyral – she is a good hunter –

         Jake puts his fingers on her lips to stop her.

                   I’ve already chosen. But this woman must
                   also choose me.

         She takes his hands and their fingers intertwine, moving
         gently over each other.


                   She already has.

         He puts his face close to hers. She rubs her cheek against
         his. He kisses her on the mouth. They explore each other.

         Then she pulls back, eyes sparkling.

                   Kissing is very good. But we have
                   something better.

         She pulls him down until they are kneeling, facing each other
         on the faintly glowing moss.

         Neytiri takes the end of her queue and raises it. Jake does
         the same, with trembling anticipation. The tendrils at the
         ends move with a life of their own, straining to be joined.

         MACRO SHOT – The tendrils INTERTWINE with gentle

         JAKE rocks with the direct contact between his nervous system
         and hers. The ultimate intimacy.

         They come together into a kiss and sink down on the bed of
         moss, and ripples of light spread out around them.

         THE WILLOWS sway, without wind, and the night is alive with
         pulsing energy as we DISSOLVE TO –

         LATER. She is collapsed across his chest.     Spent.   He
         strokes her face tenderly.

                   Neytiri, you know my real body is far
                   away, sleeping.

         She raises up, placing her fingertips to his chest –

                   This body is real.
                       (she touches his forehead)
                   This spirit is real.

         Her eyes are luminous, honest, infinitely deep.

                   When I was first your teacher, I hated
                   all Sky People. But you have also taught
                   Spirit is all that matters.


         She lays her head down, against his chest, listening to his

                   I am with you now, Jake. We are mated for

                   We are?

                   Yes. It is our way.
                   Oh. I forgot to tell?

         He rouses up, making her look at him.

                   Really, we are?

                   We are.

         Jake considers this.

                   It’s cool. I’m there.

         He lays his head down, and her arms enfold him, sheltering
         him as he sleeps.

         INT. SHACK - NIGHT

         Jake’s eyes open in the darkness. He just lies there,
         thinking. In his coffin. In another world.
                                                                 CUT TO:


         DAWN BREAKS in the sacred glade. Shafts of orange morning
         light. Jake and Neytiri asleep in each others’ arms. Maxfield
         Parrish painting. But then –

         THE ROAR OF ENGINES. Neytiri awakens with a start. The
         SPLINTERING, CRACKLING of forest being crushed under enormous
         treads gets louder.

         SHE WATCHES in growing horror as the BLADE of a bulldozer
         becomes a dark wall behind the sheltering ring of willows.
         She shakes Jake, shouting at him in Na'vi to wake up.


                   Jake! Wake up! Where ever you are, come
                   back to me now. Jake!

         INT. SHACK - DAWN

         HUMAN JAKE is in a hurry to get back to the link. GRACE,
         still groggy, chases him with coffee and microwaved eggs.

                   Here – eat this. I’d hate to have to
                   force-feed a cripple.

         She slams the lid shut before he can enter and sticks the
         plate under his nose.

                   She’s not going anywhere.

         He sighs heavily and starts wolfing the eggs.


         Neytiri SCREAMS as –

         The willows begin to fall before the blade, to be ground
         under the treads. AVATAR JAKE is directly in the path. She
         tries to lift him, but he is too heavy. She is screaming at
         him, frantically trying to wake him, as –

         INT. SHACK - DAWN

         Jake adjusts himself in the link chair. He hands Grace the
         empty plate.

                   And when was the last time you took a
                   shower? Jesus, Marine.

         Jake pushes her hands away and pulls the lid down.


         AVATAR JAKE wakes up to see –

         NEYTIRI dragging him, screaming.   He leaps up as –

         THE DOZER pushes inexorably into the glade, splintering the
         trees, plowing the earth before it.

         JAKE RUNS into the path of the bulldozer, waving his arms.


                   Hey!    Heeeey! Stop! Stop!

         He positions himself where the camera-eyes of the robotic
         juggernaut will see him.

         INT. OPS CENTER - DAY

         CLOSE ON MONITOR – Jake shouts but there’s no sound feed.

         WIDER as the TRACTOR OPERATOR sees him and pulls back on the
         remote throttles. He yells to his SUPERVISOR.

                   Hey, I got one of the natives blockin’ my
                   blade here.

         This attracts the attention of Selfridge, who comes over to
         the workstation.

         ON THE SCREEN – Jake, in his Omaticaya loincloth and
         ceremonial body paint, is unrecognizable.

                       (to Selfridge)
                   What do we do?

                   Roll on. He’ll move. These people have
                   to learn that we don’t stop.

         TIGHT ON THROTTLES as the operator pushes them forward.

         ON THE SCREEN Jake stumbles back, tripping, disappears below
         the blade for a second – reappears, running to the side.


         JAKE grabs a rock and LEAPS onto the dozer.   He climbs
         quickly to the CAMERA MAST.

         SMASH! The rock crashes into the lens of the camera. Jake
         beats the rock furiously against it, pounding it to junk.

         INT. OPS CENTER

         CLOSE ON MONITOR – as Jake’s demonic face is replaced by

                   I’m blind.

         He pulls back on the throttles.



         THE JUGGERNAUT grinds to a stop. But the ROAR of engines
         continues because –

         MORE DOZERS and TRACTORS advance nearby, crushing the forest
         before them. Trees are slashed down by the PLASMA CUTTERS.
         Terrified animals flee before the onslaught.

         POWERSUITS and TROOPERS stride through the ravaged forest,
         blasting anything that moves. A trooper sees Jake on the
         dozer. He rips off a BURST and –

         Rounds CLANG into metal as Jake dives off the machine. He
         grabs Neytiri and they run into concealing foliage. From
         behind a screen of leaves, they watch as –

         THE DOZERS advance, obliterating the sacred site, leaving
         only mud and wood splinters in their path.

         CU NEYTIRI, stunned by the nightmarish, unfathomable
         wrongness of it. She sobs as the willows die.

         INT. OPS CENTER

         MINUTES LATER, the operator is playing back the CAMERA’S FEED
         for Quaritch and the others.

                   Freeze it, right – there.

         ON MONITOR – the image expands, until Jake’s face is clear,
         frozen in an animal snarl.

                   Son of a bitch!

         PUSH IN ON QUARITCH as his jaw clenches in cold fury.

         He turns and strides toward the door, shouting to his WATCH
         COMMANDER as he passes.

                   Get me a pilot!
                                                                 CUT TO:


         A RAIDING PARTY of hunters, their bodies painted, raise
         weapons overhead. AVATAR GRACE watches with growing alarm.


                   Tsu'tey will lead the war party!

         Tsu'tey steps forward, face full of hate, raising a war cry
         among the hunters.

                   Please – this will only make it worse –

                   You do not speak here!

         JAKE and NEYTIRI cross the commons toward them. Jake feels
         all eyes turn toward him. He takes her arm, stopping her.

                       (to Neytiri, low)
                   Okay, listen. There’s something I have to
                   tell you. It’s gonna be hard. I just
                   need you to –

         He sees TSU'TEY striding toward them, his face a mask of


         Tsu'tey walks right up and SLAMS Jake in the chest with both
         hands. It is so unexpected, that Jake topples on his ass.

                   You mated with this woman?!

                   Oh shit.

         Jake stands. He reaches out for Neytiri.   She goes to him,
         clutching his hand.

                   Is this true?

                   We are mated before Eywa. It is done.

         Tsu'tey turns to Mo'at and Eytukan, his face anguished.


                   Neytiri was promised to me! Everything is
                   changing. Everything is being destroyed!

         Tsu'tey points at Jake, his pain shifting to rage.

                   These aliens kill everything they touch,
                   like poison.

                   Neytiri! If you choose this path, you can
                   never be Tsahik. Your life will be

         Neytiri looks at her mother – sees the grief in her eyes.

                   I have chosen.

         Tsu'tey draws his knife and –


         LUNGES AT JAKE, who’s ready this time – he sidesteps,
         blocking the knife, and elbows Tsu'tey HARD in the face.

         Tsu'tey reels back, nose bleeding. He starts forward on a
         second attack but –

         Eytukan grabs his arm and spins him around.

                   Stop! This is not a proper challenge.

         Tsu'tey glares at Jake while sheathing his knife.

                   I challenge you.

                   Jake, don’t –

                   I accept.
                                                                CUT TO:


         INT./EXT. SAMSON - DAY

         QUARITCH rides left seat as Trudy pilots through the
         mountains. She glances at him, then toggles the aircom.

                      Loveshack this is Samson One Six inbound
                      hot to your pos. I have Colonel Quaritch
                      with me and –

         But Quaritch SLAMS the switch, cutting her off.

                      Did I tell you to announce us?

                      Sorry sir, it’s procedure.

         INT. SHACK

         Norm punches buttons on the comms console.

                      Samson One Six?   Trudy?
                          (no answer)

         He looks helplessly at Jake and Grace’s link units – no way
         to warn them.

         INT. HOMETREE - DAY

         TSU'TEY AND JAKE square off. Each holds a long, solid staff.
         The entire clan crowds around them in a circle.

                      What the hell are you doing?

                      It’s the only way to get him to goddamn

         TSU'TEY LEAPS at Jake with a sharp cry and Jake parries with
         his staff. The staves CLACK off each other as the two
         combatants LEAP, DUCK and STRIKE furiously.

         Tsu'tey sweeps Jake off his feet with a roundhouse hit to the
         ankles, but –

         Jake ROLLS out of it and catches Tsu'tey in the belly with
         the blunt end.


         EXT. SITE 26 - DAY

         TRUDY’S SAMSON lands. QUARITCH and a posse of troopers jump
         down and rush the Shack.

         INT. COMMONS

         TSU'TEY wades in with a series of short, sharp blows. Jake
         swings with equal fury. Both fighting from the heart.

         The staves whistle through the air, and CLACK together like
         gunshots. Jake presses hard, and Tsu'tey staggers back,
         stumbling as –

         Jake lands a SOLID HIT, dropping him to his knees, just as –

         INT. SHACK

         THE INNER DOOR bangs open and QUARITCH stomps toward Grace’s
         Link controls.

                      Hey, hang on, you can’t interrupt a link
                      in progress, it’s dangerous – wait!

         Quaritch shoves him aside and SMACKS his fist down on the
         POWER switch. Grace’s unit goes dead and –

         INT. COMMONS

         AVATAR GRACE’S eyes roll back and she keels over.       NEYTIRI
         barely catches her before she hits the ground.

         JAKE parries as Tsu'tey swings but then –

         Jake’s eyes go blank just as – K-RACK! Tsu'tey puts one
         alongside his head. Jake sprawls, completely inert. Tsu'tey
         pokes him with his staff, then raises it and lets out a
         piercing VICTORY CRY.

         INT. SHACK - DAY

         JAKE SLAMS OPEN the Link, amped from the fight, furious –

                      Are you out of your goddamn mind?!

                      You crossed a line.

         Quaritch PUNCHES HIM HARD. Jake flops back, dazed. The
         troopers yank him out and ZIP-TIE his wrists.


         INT. COMMONS

         TSU'TEY draws his KNIFE, and bends down, grabbing Jake by the

                   This is a demon in a false body. It
                   should not live.

         He puts his knife to Jake’s throat but –

         NEYTIRI BLIND-SIDES him at full tilt. Tsu'tey sprawls, rolls,
         comes up to see –

         Neytiri crouched like a lioness over Jake, her KNIFE and
         teeth bared, her ears flattened. She SNARLS with primal

         Tsu'tey stands panting. He pushes through the crowd and walks
         away, calling for his hunters.
                                                                 CUT TO:


         TIGHT ON MONITOR – showing JAKE’S AVATAR FACE on the dozer
         camera, as he pounds a rock into the lens. The shot FREEZES
         on Jake’s ANIMAL SNARL.

         WIDER – HUMAN JAKE sits, bruised and bleeding, watching
         himself on the monitor. GRACE and NORM stand nearby, rubbing
         their wrists where the zip-ties bit in. SELFRIDGE and
         QUARITCH watch with disdain.

                   You let me down, son. You got a little
                   local pussy and completely forgot what
                   team you play for.

         Jake meets his gaze with a defiant glare.

                   Parker, listen, there may still be time
                   to –

                   Shut your fucking hole!

         Grace is momentarily stunned by Quaritch’s fury. But she
         meets it with her own intensity, not backing down an inch.


                   Or what, Ranger Rick? You gonna shoot
                       (to Selfridge)
                   You need to muzzle your dog!

                   Can we just take this down a couple
                   notches, please.

                       (to Quaritch)
                   You say you want to keep your people
                   alive. Start by listening to her.

         Jake nods to Grace to continue.

                       (to Selfridge)
                   This is bad, Parker. Those trees were
                   sacred to the Omaticaya in a way you
                   can’t imagine.

                   You know what? You throw a stick in the
                   air around here it falls on some sacred

                   I’m not talking about pagan voodoo here –
                   I’m talking about something real and
                   measurable in the biology of the forest.

                   Which is what exactly?

         Grace’s nerve fails. A rush of conflicting emotions – the
         need to act, to do something, colliding with her scientific

                       (to Jake)
                   I can’t do this. How am I supposed to
                   reduce years of work to a sound bite for
                   the illiterate?

                   Just tell him what you know in your

         She turns to Parker, steeling herself.


                   Alright, look – I don’t have the answers
                   yet, I’m just now starting to even frame
                   the questions. What we think we know –
                   is that there’s some kind of
                   electrochemical communication between the
                   roots of the trees. Like the synapses
                   between neurons. Each tree has ten to the
                   fourth connections to the trees around
                   it, and there are ten to the twelfth
                   trees on Pandora –

                   That’s a lot I’m guessing.

                   That’s more connections than the human
                   brain. You get it? It’s a network – a
                   global network. And the Na'vi can access
                   it – they can upload and download data –
                   memories – at sites like the one you

                   What the hell have you people been
                   smoking out there? They’re just.
                   Goddamn. Trees.

                   You need to wake up, Parker. The wealth
                   of this world isn’t in the ground – it’s
                   all around us. The Na'vi know that, and
                   they’re fighting to defend it. If you
                   want to share this world with them, you
                   need to understand them.

                   We understand them just fine.   Thanks to
                   Jake here.

         Jake shares a look of alarm with Grace as Quaritch selects a
         NEW CLIP on the main monitor –

         TIGHT ON MONITOR – VIDEO-LOG IMAGE of Jake, looking haggard
         and borderline deranged, rambling in a late-night monologue.

                             JAKE (RECORDED)
                   They’re not going to give up their home –
                   they’re not gonna make a deal. For what?
                   Lite beer and shopping channel? There’s
                   nothing we have that they want. We’re a
                   horror to them. We’re the monsters from


         JAKE watches with a growing dread as his words condemn the
         people he has grown to love.

                             JAKE (RECORDED)
                   They’re never going to leave Hometree.

         Quaritch FREEZES the recording.

                   Since a deal can’t be made – it gets
                   real simple.
                       (to Jake, icily)
                   So thanks. I’m getting all emotional.    I
                   might just give you a big wet kiss.

                   Parker, we have to talk, like rational

                   Well, I’d cherish that, but unfortunately
                   you’re out of here on the next shuttle.
                   All of you. I’m shutting down the Avatar
                   Program, effective now.

         ON JAKE, GRACE AND NORM, speechless.
                                                      SLOW DISSOLVE TO:

         A WALL OF FIRE. Silhouettes of direhorse riders cross in SLOW
         MOTION, spears and bows held high.


         MONITOR SCREEN IMAGE – WAINFLEET pans a camera across the
         smoldering hulks of BURNED DOZERS. The toppled remains of a
         charred ampsuit. Dead troopers bristling with arrows.

                   They hit with banshees first. Set the
                   ampsuit on fire. Driver’s toast.

         Quaritch and Selfridge look on grimly.

                   The rest of the squad?

                   Six bodies – that’s all of `em. And the
                   equipment is totalled.




         Selfridge is stares soberly as Quaritch outlines the plan.

                   I can do it with minimal casualties to
                   the indigenous. We’ll clear them out
                   with gas first. It’ll be humane. More or

         Selfridge sighs and rubs his face.

                   Hey, don’t go limp on me now. This is
                   exactly the incident we needed.

                   Alright, let’s pull the trigger.
                                                                   CUT TO:

         INT. BIO LAB

         MAX and the lab staff are glumly packing files and equipment,
         under the watchful eye of armed SEC-OPS TROOPERS. JAKE,
         GRACE, NORM stare bleakly at each other.

                   They bulldozed a sacred site on purpose,
                   to trigger a response. They’re
                   fabricating this war to get what they

                   I can’t believe that.

                   Yup. That’s how it’s done. When people
                   are sitting on shit you want, you make
                   them your enemy. Then you’re justified in
                   taking it.

         TRUDY RUNS into the lab, breathless. She’s wearing full
         flight gear and carrying her helmet.

                   Sec-ops is rolling the gunships.   They’re
                   gonna hit Hometree!


                   Now.    We’re spooling up now! I gotta go.


                   My God.

         Jake pumps furiously toward the door, Grace following.

         INT. OPS CENTER - DAY

         SELFRIDGE surveys the airfield, where crews swarm over the
         gunships, loading ordnance. He turns as JAKE and GRACE
         charge toward him.

                   Parker, wait. Stop! These are people
                   you’re about to –

                   They’re fly-bitten savages who live in a
                   tree! Look around – I don’t know about
                   you but I see a lot of trees. They can

                   For God’s sake, there are children in
                   there. Babies!

                   Look Selfridge, you don’t want this kind
                   of blood on your hands. Let me try to
                   talk them out. They trust me.

         ON SELFRIDGE, considering this.
                                                                  CUT TO:

         INT. LINK ROOM

         SELFRIDGE and an escort of armed TROOPERS accompany Jake and
         Grace to the links. The two enter their units, as NORM and
         MAX prep the system.

                   You’ve got one hour. Unless you want
                   your girlfriend in there when the axe
                   comes down, you get them to evacuate. One

         Jake lowers the upper clamshell. Norm starts the sequence.
                                                                 CUT TO:

         INT. COMMONS -DAY

         The entire clan is gathered, with Eytukan and Mo'at
         presiding. Jake looks around, feeling the gaze of the People
         upon him. He steels himself, and speaks in clear Na'vi –


                   Eytukan, I have something to say, to

                   Speak, Jakesully.

                   A great evil is upon us. The Sky People
                   are coming to destroy Hometree. They
                   will be here soon.

         A murmur of fear and anger goes through the crowd.

                   You have to leave, or you will die.

                   Are you certain of this?

                   They sent me here to learn your ways. So
                   one day I could bring this message, and
                   you would believe it.

                   What are you saying, Jake? You knew this
                   would happen?

         He is unable to meet her eyes.

                   At first it was just orders. Then
                   everything changed. I fell in love–
                   with the forest, with the Omaticaya
                   People –
                       (he looks at her)
                   – with you. And by then, how could I
                   tell you?

         Neytiri can barely breathe. She is shaking with the enormity
         of it, her voice cracking with rage and pain –

                   I trusted you, Jake!


                   Neytiri. Please, I only wanted to –

                   You will never be one of the People!

         TSU'TEY yells to his HUNTERS –

                   Bind them.

         They grab Jake, who doesn’t resist. Others seize Grace.
         Both are driven to their knees, and their arms bound.
                                                                CUT TO:


         SCORPION GUNSHIPS darken the sky as they come over the tops
         of the trees. At the head of the formation is one much
         larger ship, a monster 150 feet long – the GENERAL DYNAMICS
         C-21 DRAGON GUNSHIP.

         Quaritch, next to the pilot of the Dragon, surveys the world
         below like Napoleon astride his horse.

         EXT. HOMETREE

         JAKE and GRACE are lashed to posts at the front entrance to
         Hometree. The People look up as –

         THE DRAGON and its escort of GUNSHIPS arrive over the trees.
         The DOWN-BLAST from their rotors creates a maelstrom of
         flying leaves and debris.

         IN THE DRAGON COCKPIT Quaritch watches a targeting screen –
         a telescopic image of Jake and Grace tied to posts.

                   Well, I’d say diplomacy has failed.

         TSU'TEY and another HUNTER hold knives to the throats of the
         two avatars, glaring defiantly at the gunships.

                   I think they mean to cut their throats if
                   we don’t back off. Make sure you get a
                   nice close-up of that. I can tack it onto
                   the after-action report.

         JAKE YELLS to Neytiri, Tsu'tey, the others gathered nearby –


                   You have to get out of Hometree! Run to
                   the forest! Please, I’m begging you!

         EYTUKAN scowls at Jake, then GRABS TSU'TEY and yells –

                   Take the ikran! Attack from above!

         Tsu'tey grabs some hunters and runs up the roots of Hometree.

         IN THE COCKPIT Quaritch grows impatient.

                   Alright, let’s get this done. Give me
                   forty millimeter gas rounds, right in the
                   front door.

                   Roger.   CS forties. Going hot.


         On the Dragon’s stub-wings the 40mm ROCKET LAUNCHERS open up
         with a BARRAGE of leaping fire which FLASHES down and –

         K-WHOOM!K-WHOOM!K-WHOOM! – the inside of Hometree ERUPTS
         with multiple EXPLOSIONS of TEARGAS.

         THE GAS rolls across the confused villagers. They begin to
         cough and gag.

         Eytukan and the remaining HUNTERS bravely fire at the
         gunships with their longbows.

         IN THE DRAGON’S COCKPIT, Quaritch laughs as arrows CLINK
         against the armored windows.

         AMID CLOUDS of teargas, the Omaticaya run, stumble, collapse.

                   Everybody outside! Go to the Forest.

         The villagers pour out of Hometree. Everyone is yelling.
         Piercing SCREAMS in the boiling gas.

         JAKE, eyes streaming, struggles with his bindings.

         KA-WHOOM! An INCENDIARY ROUND explodes inside the Commons.
         FLAMES ROAR through the base of Hometree.


         INSIDE HOMETREE it is a burning smoky HELL. Flames roar up
         the inside like a chimney. STRAGGLERS scramble outside,
         coughing and dragging wounded with them.

         High up in the trunk, TSU'TEY and his hunters leap rapidly
         from spoke to spoke, climbing barely ahead of the fireball.

         OUTSIDE the fire is driven by the rotor-wash toward JAKE and
         GRACE who are still bound tightly to the posts.

         Out of the smoke, MO'AT appears in front of Jake.    She raises
         a KNIFE and –

         SLASHES DOWNWARD. Jake looks down, surprised, to see his
         bonds falling away. He meets her eyes, which are filled with
         horror, but also something else. Call it faith.

                   You are one of us.   Help us!

         Jake takes the knife and cuts Grace free.

                   We’ve gotta move!    He’s gonna blow the

         As Grace realizes what he means, he grabs her and they RUN.
         Around them the Omaticaya flee in horror and confusion.

         IN THE COCKPIT, Quaritch watches as the Omaticaya stream away
         from the Great Tree, running along roots and branches.

                   That’s how you scatter the roaches. Okay,
                   switch missiles. Give me H-E’s at the
                   base of the west columns.

                             PILOTS (V.O.)
                   Copy, switching missiles.

         IN TRUDY’S SAMSON – she hears the other pilots acknowledging
         Quaritch’s order.

                   Screw it.

         She takes her finger OFF the fire-control and pulls her
         aircraft out of formation.

         PUSHING IN ON QUARITCH, the Hometree reflecting in his


                   Bring it down.

         MISSILES stream down from the DRAGON and the other gunships
         and –

         The base of Hometree VANISHES in a chain of HIGH-EXPLOSIVE
         BLASTS. The massive PILLARS fragment into matchsticks, and –

         The Omaticaya watch in horror as –

         HOMETREE GROANS and starts to MOVE.

         In a cacophony of cracking, splintering roots, the mighty
         tree TOPPLES with agonizing slowness.

         AT THE BANSHEE EYRIE, TSU'TEY and the other hunters spur
         their mounts into flight. They swoop among the branches as
         the tree, the one fixed thing in their lives, MOVES.

         It CRASHES DOWN through the forest canopy, crushing the
         lesser trees in its path, FALLING PONDEROUSLY.

         HOMETREE hits the ground like the end of the world, raising a
         great cloud of dust and pulverized debris.

         IN THE DRAGON cockpit, Quaritch surveys the destruction.

                   Nice work people. Alright, let’s light
                   it up.

         INCENDIARIES launch from the gunships, EXPLODING into gouts
         of FIRE in the debris of Hometree.

         THE GUNSHIPS fan the flames through the trees like a fire-
         storm. The Omaticaya retreat as a WALL OF FIRE advances.

         JAKE SEARCHES for Neytiri amid swirling smoke and sparks.

                   Neytiri!   Neytiri!

         GRACE is gathering crying CHILDREN, and herding them away
         from the fire-storm.

         NEYTIRI stumbles through the burning wreckage at the edge of
         the INFERNO. She sees –

         EYTUKAN. A large shard of wood is driven through him like a
         spear. He recognizes her as she kneels over him.


                   Daughter – take my bow. Protect the

         In his last living moment he places his bow in her hands.

         She collapses over him, her face crumpling in grief.

         JAKE reels out of the smoke.    Kneels next to her.

                   I’m sorry –

         She shoves him away and stands, screaming at him as tears
         stream down her face.

                   Get away from me, Jake. Go away! Never
                   come back!

         Jake stumbles back as she slumps down by her father’s body.
         Sparks and smoke swirl around him. He watches as –

         NETYIRI kneels, grieving. Slumped over, clutching her
         stomach. Keening like an animal.

         SLOW MOTION – Jake staggers lost and alone through the
         burning forest. Utterly shattered. Eyes vacant.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   I was a warrior who dreamed he could
                   bring peace. Sooner or later though, you
                   always have to wake up…

         INT. LINK ROOM

         SELFRIDGE watches a video feed of the destruction on one of
         the monitors. Max and NORM stare in shock.

                   Pull the plug.

         A TROOPER crosses to the console and grabs the handle of the


         The strings are cut. Jake flops to the ground, limp.

         Elsewhere in the smoky Hell, Grace slumps unconscious. The
         crying kids pull at her. Mo'at, leading a group of
         Omaticaya, comes upon the scene.


         She grabs the kids and pulls them away, leaving Grace’s
         avatar helpless in the path of the flames. She hesitates,
         then –

                   Bring her.

         INT. LINK ROOM

         BLACKNESS. Then the top clamshell of Jake’s unit is yanked
         upward, and troopers grab him, zip-tie his wrists as we –
                                                                 CUT TO:


         ON A HILLSIDE – a grieving Neytiri stands with Mo'at and the
         Omaticaya refugees. Two hunters pull Grace’s avatar on a

         They watch as the flames burn like a funeral pyre below. A
         great pall of smoke darkens the landscape.
                                                            DISSOLVE TO:

         INT. LOCK-UP - NIGHT

         Jake, Grace, and Norm are in a common holding cell. They
         sit, staring in silence. Too wired to sleep, too emotionally
         drained to move.

                   They never wanted us to succeed.

         AT THE DESK OUTSIDE, the lone TROOPER looks up as –

         TRUDY approaches along the corridor, pushing a stainless
         steel trolley.

                   Personally I think steak’s too good for
                   these traitors.

                   They get steak?    That’s bullshit. Let me
                   see that –

         The guard bends to look into the hot cart and   –

         THE MUZZLE of Trudy’s pistol presses behind his ear.


                       (shoving him down)
                   All the way down, pendejo.

         She WHISTLES and MAX trots around the corner.

         Trudy binds the guard with one of his own zip-ties as Max
         grabs his KEY CARD and runs to the cell. Swipes the card.
         The door is rolling open when –

         ANOTHER TROOPER rounds the corner. Trudy takes him down with
         a sharp BLOW to the windpipe and a THAI KNEE to the ribs.

         Meanwhile the first TROOPER is getting up, but Max CLOCKS him
         heartily with a coffee urn. He goes down and stays down.

                   That was unexpectedly satisfying.

         Trudy plants a kiss on Norm as he runs out of the cell.

                   Baby, you rock.

         Jake wheels out, grabbing the sidearm from the fallen trooper
         as Trudy binds his wrists.

                       (to Max and Trudy)

         Jake faces his motley group, chambering a round.

                   So what do you say?    Time for a

                   I’m free.

         Trudy grins and taps his fist.

                   Come on.
                                                                   CUT TO:

         INT. UTILIDOR

         In the utility corridor under the base, Jake pumps the chair
         furiously, as the others jog. They reach an AIRLOCK and start
         donning EXOPACKS.


                         (to Trudy)
                     Get your ship fired up.

         Trudy nods. She grabs Norm and enters the airlock.     Jake
         turns to Max.

                     Stay here. I need somebody on the inside
                     I can trust.

         Max nods.   Jake grips his hand tightly.
                                                                  CUT TO:


         IN THE SAMSON, Norm is helping Trudy race through the
         preflight checks as the turbines spool up. A LIGHT hits

         An armored TROOPER approaches, aiming his AR at them.

                     I need you to shut down and step out of
                     the vehicle! Now!

         JAKE rolls up behind him, aiming his pistol.

                     Take it nice and easy, troop.

         The trooper turns, sees the gun.

                     On the ground, face down. Hands behind
                     your head.

         The trooper hesitates.

                     Do what he goddamn says!

         He does. Norm jumps down and grabs the trooper’s rifle and
         side-arm, covering him, while Grace helps Jake from chair to
         the back bay of the chopper. She throws his chair in, and
         jumps in herself.

                     Go! Go! Go!



         QUARITCH, watching a monitor, sees what’s happening down at
         the airfield. He slams his palm down on an ALARM BUTTON.

         He draws his PISTOL.   Strides toward the EMERGENCY DOOR. He
         undogs it.


         HOLDING HIS BREATH Quaritch yanks the hatch open and strides
         onto the outer landing. Inside people scramble for MASKS.

         THE SAMSON lifts off in a blast of rotor-wash just as –

         QUARITCH OPENS FIRE and –

         ROUNDS rake the ship. Trudy banks hard, using the bottom to
         shield them. Bullets WHACK into the ship as she climbs-out
         over the tree-line.

         Jake’s fist pumps the air exultantly.

                   Oh yeah, baby!

                   Aaahh, crap. Not again.

         He looks over at Grace and freezes. She is looking down at a
         BLOODY HAND. She clutches her abdomen, covering the
         spreading stain. Looks at Jake, wide-eyed.

                   This is gonna ruin my whole day.

                   Hang on, Grace.
                                                                 CUT TO:

         EXT. SHACK / SITE 26 - NIGHT

         NORM’S AVATAR, with an AR slung over his shoulder, stands on
         the roof of the LINK MODULE. He gives a thumbs up signal.
         The lift cable goes taut and –

         The shack LIFTS OFF THE GROUND.

         Trudy’s Samson beats the grass of the mountain meadow,
         straining to lift the module on a long-line sling. The shack
         sways as Trudy banks across forested slopes and heads deeper
         into the HALLELUJAH MOUNTAINS.



         Outside the windows, clouds and cliffs pass by, lit by

         Jake is yanking stuff out of the Samson’s trauma bag, while
         Grace lies curled across two back seats, hugging her blood-
         soaked abdomen. She is pale and shocky.

         Trudy is flying on visual only, by the light of Polyphemus.
         Her instruments are showing gibberish.

                   Well, at least they won’t be able to
                   track us up here. Not this deep in the

                   It’s strongest at the Well of Souls,


                   Good, `cause that’s where we’re going.


         He gives Grace an ampule of morphine for the pain.

                   I’m gonna get you some help, Grace.

                   Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

         Jake grabs her shoulders.

                   No!   The People can help you. I know it.
                                                                  CUT TO:


         Dawn light paints the massive ARCHES of magnetic rock above
         the Well of Souls.

         Tiny as an insect, the SAMSON passes.


                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   The Well of Souls. The heart of the
                   forest. I knew the People would go


         The WELL OF SOULS is a deep caldera 100 meters across. It is
         ringed with enormous WILLOWS whose roots seem to pour down
         the sheer rock walls like candle wax.

         AT THE BOTTOM, in a natural amphitheater, the Omaticaya
         refugees are clustered around a central rock outcropping
         which forms a kind of dais and altar.

         Shafts of dawn light reach to the bottom of the grotto,
         lighting a single willow – the MOTHER TREE. Ancient and
         gnarled, it grows in the center of the rock.

         Its ROOTS spread down to the grotto floor, where they merge
         with the roots of the willows ringing the Well – forming a
         braided mat resembling the surface of a brain.

         Mo'at stands on the dais, leading them in a CHANT.

                   Wise ancestors who live within Eywa,
                   guide us. Give us a sign.
                                                                 CUT TO:


         The shack descends from the sky like a gift from the gods.
         It bumps to the ground.
                                                                CUT TO:

         INT. SHACK – DAY

         Grace lies, comatose, in her open link. Trudy gives Jake a
         look that says “not much time.” Jake feels Grace’s cold
         forehead, then crosses to his own link.

         As Trudy helps him in, Norm rapidly preps the system.

                   Tsu'tey is Olo'eyctan now. He’s not
                   going to let you get near that place.

                   I’ve gotta try, Norm.


         Jake pulls the clamshell down and we –
                                                                CUT TO:


         CU JAKE’S AVATAR – HIS EYES OPEN. He sits up. The forest is
         silent, shrouded in smoke that the sun can’t penetrate. The
         animals have fled. Ash blows on the wind.

                                 JAKE (V.O.)
                      Outcast. Betrayer. Alien. To ever face
                      them again, I was gonna have to change
                      the rules.

         DISSOLVE – JAKE reaches the top of a rise. The forest
         beyond is utterly DEVASTATED. The trees burned and fallen.
         Small fires still flicker across a landscape in Hell.

         JAKE stares. It is his vision, made real. He stumbles
         through the dark wasteland, sparks and ash swirling around

         A SCREECH.    Jake looks up as –

         HIS BANSHEE – bonded for life – flaps down to a landing in
         front of him. He steps to it, and strokes its head. It
         nudges his chest like a horse.

                                JAKE (V.O.)
                      Sometimes your whole life boils down to
                      one insane move.

                      Come on, boy. Time to fly.



         THE GREAT LEONOPTERYX glides effortlessly along the ridge
         where Jake and Neytiri first encountered him.

         It scans for prey below, its magnificent indigo-crested head
         cocking left, then right.

                                JAKE (V.O.)
                      The way I had it figured, Toruk is the
                      baddest cat in the sky. Nothing attacks
                      him. So why would he ever look up?

         FROM ABOVE – THE SMALL SHADOW of Jake’s banshee falls across
         the back of the mighty Toruk.


                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   But that was just a theory.

         JAKE DIVES and WE RUSH DOWN toward the great beast and our
         own shadow then –
                                                                 CUT TO:


         The Omaticaya people lift their voices in a SONG filled with
         tragic loss and yearning for deliverance.

         looks up, and her eyes go wide as –

         A TERRIBLE CRY echoes, turning all eyes skyward.   AN ENORMOUS
         SHADOW covers the crowd as –

         TORUK comes out of the sun, beating its huge wings to slow
         its descent. Its crimson and black wings, backlit by the
         sun, seem to glow from within.

         The People CRY OUT in alarm and scatter as the dreaded beast
         alights in their midst. And that’s when they see –

         JAKE, riding high on its shoulders, plugged-in to its
         antenna. It folds its wings and stands calmly amid the
         paralyzed Na'vi.

         Toruk lowers its body. They stare in awe as Jake dismounts
         and strokes the magnificent animal’s flank.

         NEYTIRI, TSU'TEY and MO'AT watch in stunned amazement as the
         legendary Rider of Last Shadow walks toward them.

                       (breathing the words)
                   Toruk Macto.

         Neytiri raises her arms.

                   Toruk Macto!

         ON THE FACES of the Omaticaya – new hope dawning in their
         eyes. WHISPERS flow among them, the words REPEATED –

                   Toruk Macto… Toruk Macto…


         Jake walks through the crowd, straight to Neytiri at the foot
         of the dais. He looks into her enormous eyes, and the
         emotion between them is powerful and pure.

                   I See you.

                       (a hoarse whisper)
                   I See you.

         Neytiri’s eyes brim with tears.

                   I was afraid Jake – for my people. I’m
                   not any more.

         Jake takes Neytiri’s hand and climbs the steps of the dais.

         MO'AT steps back in awe as he approaches. He turns to
         Tsu'tey, who stares at him with fear and incomprehension.
         Jake plays to the rapt crowd as he says –

                   Tsu'tey of the Rongloa, son of Ateyo. I
                   stand before you, ready to serve the
                       (then just for Tsu'tey)
                   You are Olo'eyctan, and you are the best
                   warrior. I can’t do this without you.

         Tsu'tey struggles with his emotions. Finally –

                   I will fly with you.


         JAKE turns to the MATRIARCH.

                   Grace is dying.     I beg the help of the
                   Great Mother.

                   Bring her, Jakesully.

         TIME CUT – AVATAR JAKE carries Grace’s HUMAN BODY, lightly
         in his arms like a child. Jake walks through the crowd to
         the dais, followed by NORM, who carries GRACE’S AVATAR.


                   Look where we are, Grace.

         Her eyes flutter open. She looks up wonderingly at the Mother

                       (with a wan smile)
                   I need to take some samples.

         Mo'at directs them to lay both bodies among the roots on the

         Mo'at touches Jake’s shoulder and he steps back.

                   The Great Mother may choose to save all
                   that she is –

         Mo'at’s hand indicates Grace’s AVATAR –

                   – in this body.

         CU JAKE, realizing the enormity of what she’s saying.

                   Is that possible?

                   Possible, yes. She must pass through the
                   Eye of Eywa – and return. But Jakesully–
                   she is very weak.

         Jake kneels next to Grace, taking her tiny human hand in his
         avatar hand.

                   Hang on, they’re gonna fix you up.

         Grace is barely conscious.    She grips his hand.

                   I – always held back. But you gave them
                   your heart. I’m proud of you, Jake.

         Jake feels his throat close with emotion.

         Grace’s eyes blaze with intensity though her voice is faint.


                   Help them.     You do whatever it takes. You
                   hear me?

                   I will.

         TIME CUT – MO'AT stands in a kind of trance amongst the
         tendrils of the Mother Tree.

         NEYTIRI and the other acolytes dance hypnotically. All the
         Omaticaya sway and chant to the rhythm of the drums.

         MACRO SHOT – fine, hairlike THREADS have emerged from the
         roots and are gently spreading over Grace’s HUMAN skin.

         JAKE, still holding her hand, watches her body being fused to
         the root-floor by a thousand connections.

         GRACE’S AVATAR is gently connected by the same questing ROOT-
         CILIA– they entwine with the QUEUE and spread over the body.

         The grotto is dark except for the spectral GLOW of the
         willows. The CHANT continues, hypnotically. MO'AT, on her
         knees beneath the Mother Tree, writhes her arms in the trance
         state. Her eyes are rolled back, showing only WHITE.

         GRACE GASPS and her eyes SNAP OPEN. Her expression is AMAZED,
         as if seeing something so beautiful it can never be

         ON HER HAND – GRIPPING Jake’s convulsively, as she tries to
         anchor herself to this world for a few more seconds –

                   I’m with her Jake –
                       (an amazed whisper)
                   – she’s real –

         Grace SHUDDERS, as pain shoots through her. BLOOD seeps
         through the silken white root-cilia growing across her
         abdomen. Drowning WHITE in shocking CRIMSON.

         She exhales a last shuddering breath – and goes STILL.


         He sees the roots falling away from her human body.

         JAKE TURNS hopefully toward her AVATAR – but the roots are
         falling away from it as well. It sleeps – VACANT.


         MO'AT stops the chant. She crosses to Jake and kneels with
         him, touching his shoulder.

                   Her wounds were too great, there was not
                   enough time. She is with Eywa now.

         NEYTIRI removes Grace’s mask and gently closes her eyes.

         Jake stands slowly, barely holding it together.

         NEYTIRI comes to him and he sees the despair and hope
         conflicting on her face –

         – and he raises his head.   TURNS to face TSU'TEY and the

                   With your permission, I will Speak now.
                   You would honor me by translating.

         Tsu'tey gestures assent, and they face the clan together.

         JAKE SPEAKS, the pain of Grace’s death in the passion and
         fury of his voice. Tsu'tey TRANSLATES beside him.

                   The Sky People have sent a message that
                   they can take whatever they want, and no
                   one can stop them. But we will send them
                   a message. Ride out, as fast as the wind
                   can carry you, tell the other clans to
                   come. Tell them Toruk Macto calls to
                   them. Fly now with me brothers and
                   sisters! Fly! And we will show the Sky
                   People that this is our land!

         TSU'TEY finishes with a bloodcurdling war-cry, and the entire
         CLAN responds, their shouts echoing across the forest.

         JAKE takes Neytiri’s hand and runs to the leonopteryx.   He
         vaults onto its back and pulls her up behind him.

         THE HUNTERS run to their banshees, mounting quickly. Jake’s
         leonopteryx rises on mighty wings into the night sky. With a
         thunder of wings, the banshees take off after it.

         LONG LENS – POLYPHEMUS. Across its face, the banshees rise
         like a swarm of bats. Groups of riders peel off in different
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         JAKE and NEYTIRI stand before the gathered members of ANOTHER
         CLAN. Jake speaks as she translates. We don’t hear the

         TRACK ACROSS the faces of the clan, a sea of eyes in
         flickering fire-light.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   We rode out to the four winds. To the
                   horse clans of the plain, to the ikran
                   people of the mountains. When Toruk
                   Macto called them, they came.

         VARIOUS ANGLES – SLOW MOTION as riders vault onto their
         armored direhorses. Banshee riders raise spears and bows,
         spurring their mounts to leap skyward.
                                                                 CUT TO:


         With a WHOOSH and the crack of mighty wings, JAKE RETURNS.
         Jake and Neytiri alight from his legendary mount.

         Around them HUNDREDS OF BANSHEES are landing.   A gathering of

         FROM ABOVE we can see hundreds of Na'vi streaming down into
         the Well of Souls and many hundreds more camped in the forest
         above it.

         DIREHORSE RIDERS are arriving along many trails.

         BANSHEE RIDERS circle and swoop, darkening the sky above the

         JAKE, standing next to the Leonopteryx, watches his army
                                                                 CUT TO:


         It’s standing room only as all base personnel are crowded
         into the dining hall. A portable 3D GRAPHICS PROJECTOR has
         been set up, and the lights are down. QUARITCH stands in
         front of the display image – a classic pre-mission briefing.

                   People, you are fighting for survival.
                   There’s an aboriginal horde out there
                   massing for an attack. First slide.


         The display shows an overhead image of the Well of Souls.    It
         looks like Woodstock in the jungle.

                   These orbital images show the hostiles’
                   numbers have gone from a couple of
                   hundred to over two thousand in one day,
                   and more are pouring in. By next week it
                   could be twenty thousand. Then they’ll be
                   overrunning our perimeter here. We can’t
                   wait. Our only security lies in pre-
                   emptive attack. We will fight terror
                   with terror.

         TRACKING ACROSS the grim faces of the miners and troopers.
         Fear transforming to hatred in their eyes.

                   Next slide. This mountain stronghold is
                   supposedly protected by their deity.
                   When we destroy it, we will blast a
                   crater in their racial memory so deep
                   they won’t come within a thousand klicks
                   of this place.
                                                                   CUT TO:

         INT. ARMOR BAY - DAY

         TROOPERS issue automatic weapons and magazines to a long line
         of mine workers. The miners lock and load like the red-
         blooded redneck NRA supporters they are.

         BLASTING TECHS are setting radio-detonated primer charges
         into two-ton stacks of EXPLOSIVE COMPOUND. The stacks are
         band-strapped together on pallets.

         TRACKING WITH SELFRIDGE, staring around him in growing dismay
         as he walks through the full-scale mobilization.

         He approaches Quaritch, who is barking orders amid a hive of
         activity around the ampsuits.

                   This thing is completely out of control!

         Quaritch ignores him, turning away to focus on ordnance

                   Listen to me! I am not authorizing you to
                   turn the mine-workers local into a
                   freakin’ militia!


                   I declared threat condition red. That
                   puts all on-world assets under my

                   You think you can pull this palace coup
                   shit on me?! I can have your ass with
                   one call –

         Quaritch grabs him and PINS him against the side of an

                   You’re a long way from Earth.

         Selfridge is paralyzed. Physical force – against him?
         Quaritch releases him and walks away.

                       (to his men)
                   Get him out of here.

         Several troopers converge on Selfridge.

                   You touch me you’re so fired.

         He pushes through them and they escort him toward the door.
                                                                 CUT TO:

         INT. SHACK - DAY

         HUMAN JAKE, NORM and TRUDY are gathered around the comms
         monitor, talking to MAX.

                   I don’t know how secure this channel is.

                   Talk fast.

                   It’s crazy here, Jake. It’s full
                   mobilization. They’re rigging the
                   shuttles as bombers. They’ve made up
                   these big pallets of mine explosives.
                   It’s for some kind of shock and awe

                   Frickin’ daisycutters.


                   Holy shit.

                       (to Max)
                   Can you talk to Selfridge? Maybe we can
                   cut some kinda deal before this thing
                   goes all the way.

                   No, Quaritch has taken over. He’s
                   rolling and there’s no stopping him.


                   Oh six hundred tomorrow.

         Jake takes that in.


         Max signs off.

                   We’re screwed.

                   You know he’s gonna commit those bombers
                   straight to the Well of Souls.

                   That’s right. Because I gave it to him
                   on a plate.

                   We both did.

                   If he takes out the Well of Souls – it’s
                   over. It’s their main line to Eywa, to
                   their ancestors – it’ll destroy them.

                   Then I guess we better stop him.

         Jake looks like he’s about to collapse.   He’s gaunt, eyes
         deeply shadowed, hands shaking.

                   You need to get some rack.


         He grabs a packet of freeze-dried crystals and pours them
         directly into his mouth, chewing them up.

                   Gonna have to settle for coffee.
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         TRACKING through the warrior camp above the Well of Souls.
         Hundreds of hunters from many clans prepare their weapons.

         Hunters paint the wings of their banshees like war ponies.
         DIREHORSES are painted and ornamented with totemic streamers.

         The Na'vi paint and pierce themselves. Dance. Bathe in the
         smoke of cleansing herbs – RITUAL PURIFICATION. HUGE DRUMS
         are beaten. A dark primeval energy. They are psyching
         themselves up for battle.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   I was a warrior who dreamed he could
                   bring peace. But there was only one
                   thing I was ever really good at. Ooh-rah.

         TIME CUT – Jake, Neytiri a group of banshee riders squat
         around an animal skin on which he has drawn the silhouette of
         a Scorpion gunship – like a hunt totem.

                   Strike here and here.

         Jake splats red dye at the centers of the circles symbolizing
         the rotors. The Na'vi absorb the lesson eagerly, like kids.

         He sees TRUDY approaching and breaks off. Neytiri stays with
         the hunters, talking about what they’ve learned.

                   You know our chances suck.


                   Going up against gunships with bows and

                   What’s your point?



         She taps his fist and walks away toward her SAMSON.
                                                                  CUT TO:


         The cook-fires of the battle camp FLICKER like a
         constellation around the edge of the Well of Souls as –

         JAKE slips down into the darkened, empty amphitheater.

         He moves to the MOTHER TREE – gnarled, ancient, MAJESTIC.
         The roots spread in all directions, like the center of the

         Jake steps forward. The willow-like tendrils SWAY toward
         him, moving in a breeze that isn’t there.

                   I’ve never done this in my life.

         He squats at the base of the tree.

                   And I’m probably just talking to a tree
                   right now. But if you’re there – I need
                   to give you a heads up.

         He looks up into the tree. The hanging tendrils undulate
         softly. It’s easy to imagine a presence.

                   If Grace is there with you – look in her
                   memories – she can show you the world we
                   come from. There’s no green there. They
                   killed their Mother, and they’re gonna do
                   the same thing here.

         FROM UP IN THE TREE, looking down.   WOODSPRITES float in
         silence, moving around aimlessly.

                   More Sky People are gonna come. They’re
                   gonna come like a rain that never ends –

         Neytiri approaches silently behind him, listening.

                   – until they’ve covered the world.
                   Unless we stop them.


                             JAKE (cont’d)
                   Look, you chose me for somethin’. And
                   I’ll stand and fight, you know I will.
                   But I could use a little help here.

         Jake senses Neytiri and turns.

                   Our Great Mother does not take sides.
                   She protects only the balance of life.

         She comes to him, intertwining her long fingers with his.

                   It was worth a try.

         They lean in, foreheads touching, bodies pressed together.
         Holding each other – in this, the last moment of peace.
                                                                 CUT TO:

         TIGHT ON a turbine as it starts to turn. Its RISING WHINE
         carries over –


         MAGAZINES are slammed into automatic weapons. AMMO BELTS are
         fed into rotary cannons. MISSILES are attached to gunship

         TIGHT ON BLUE HANDS sharpening wooden arrows.   Stringing
         bows. Cinching direhorse harnesses.

         TROOPERS DROP into ampsuit cockpits. PILOTS close gunship
         canopies. TROOPERS run up shuttle ramps.

         LONG LENS STACK, tight and abstract on gunships as they rise
         in a swarm amid boiling turbine exhaust and blasting rotor


         WIDE SHOT – TILTROTORS fill the sky. Deadly armored beetles.

         The DRAGON leads the formation, flanked by SCORPIONS. Behind
         that is a wave of SAMSONS, and last, the two enormous
         VALKYRIE shuttles, packed with troops and ampsuits.

         INSIDE THE DRAGON, Quaritch surveys his armada as they skim
         over the tree tops.

         THEY SWEEP toward the Hallelujah mountains in a thundering



         SQUADRONS OF BANSHEES darken the sky in waves, led by a
         single GREAT LEONOPTERYX. Jake sits astride his mount,
         flanked by Neytiri and Tsu'tey on their banshees.


         THE DRAGON DESCENDS on final approach to a large clearing –
         the LZ. The Samsons flair and touch down, disgorging troops,
         while the gunships hover protectively.

         THE VALKYRIES blast the ground with their powerful lift jets.
         They land. The ramps drop. Troopers pour out, weapons
         leveled, advancing in a cordon.

         UP ANGLE as AMPSUITS descend from the Dragon on cables.
         Their massive feet smash down, and they march forward,
         leading the army into the forest.

         LYLE WAINFLEET, walking point in his hydraulic suit, scans
         his cockpit screens. He sees movement on the FLIR display –
         ghostly THERMAL SIGNATURES.

                   Contact. Two hundred meters.

         A chilling SOUND echoes through the forest – the ululating
         WAR CRIES of untold Na'vi. The troopers, look around,
         spooked. They can’t tell where the sound is coming from.

         Then they feel it – the GROUND ITSELF SHAKING.    They grip
         their weapons, bracing themselves as –

         THREE HUNDRED NA'VI HORSEMEN charge through the forest at a
         full gallop, their hooves POUNDING the earth. It is an
         awesome sight.

         NORM SPELLMAN rides with the Na'vi hunters, carrying an
         assault rifle.

         THE NA'VI CHARGE thunders toward the human line.   The hunters
         raise their bows as –

         THE AMPSUITS raise their GAU-90’s.

         ON THE THERMAL IMAGERS target-cursors track the ghost riders.

                   Fire for effect.

         The entire line of troopers opens fire. TRACERS riddle the
         jungle, blasting foliage into confetti.


         CHARGING DIREHORSES crash down, flipping over. Riders are
         flung off. The withering fire continues, and the ranks are
         decimated as –

         RIDERS LAUNCH their arrows at a full gallop. A few hit their
         marks among the troopers. NORM FIRES his AR on full auto.

         TWO CHARGING DIREHORSES have a heavy log slung between them
         like a battering ram. At a full gallop they hit an ampsuit,
         FLIPPING IT onto its back with a blown-out canopy. Victory
         is short lived as the two riders are cut down.

         NORM’S HORSE is hit by tracer fire. He is flung off as the
         creature cartwheels. He hits hard, scrambling for cover as –

         A WARRIOR HURLS his spear a moment before his horse is cut
         down. It SLAMS through an ampsuit’s canopy but –

         THE MERCILESS FIRE continues. Horses rear and collapse.
         Riders pivot their mounts to flee and –

         THE THERMAL SCREENS show the remaining ghost riders

         LYLE signals and the line advances, firing sporadically at
         moving targets.

         OVERHEAD, NA'VI HUNTERS stream through the trees, running
         along the branches.

         As the troopers advance into bow range, the NA'VI open fire
         and –

         TROOPERS SPROUT ARROWS in throat, legs, masks – the targets
         Jake taught them, but –

         THE FIRING LINE aims upward, tracking the THERMAL TARGETS.
         TRACERS rip through the foliage and –

         NA'VI FALL while others retreat as bark and wood is blasted
         off the limbs beneath their feet.

         NORM sprints frantically through the woods, shouting into his
         HANDSET –

                   Jake!   Jake! We’re falling back!

         SURVIVING NA'VI flee the horrific onslaught.   It is a total

         IN THE DRAGON, Quaritch catches glimpses of the figures
         streaming through the forest below.


                   Blue team, switch forties.   Fire at will.

         Led by the Dragon, the gunships FIRE streamers of 40mm
         ROCKETS ahead of them. The jungle EXPLODES with HE bursts.
         Circular SHOCK WAVES flash outward through the jungle –

         STROBOSCOPIC GLIMPSES of terrified horses rearing, Na'vi
         leaping, as the jungle rocks with the concussive onslaught.

         HUNTERS LOOK UP as a dark shape hovers overhead. The
         downblast of the VALKYRIE’S lift jets shreds the forest.

         INSIDE THE SHUTTLE’S cargo bay, a row of DAISYCUTTERS are
         lined up. Troopers roll the first pallet down the ramp.

         THE PALLET falls into the jungle below and –

         BA-WHOOOOOM! – an enormous high-explosive blast rips a huge
         hole in the forest. A white concussion wave flashes out
         across the ground for hundreds of meters in all directions.

         AT GROUND LEVEL it is an apocalypse. Running Na'vi are
         blasted out of existence by fire and shock waves.

         IN THE CARGO BAY the troopers WHOOP and high-five.

                   Yeah baby!     Get some!

         GROUND TROOPS ADVANCE, firing flamethrowers, AR’s and GAU-


         Quaritch’s fleet flies into the shadow of the Mountain of

                   Blue team, stay with the ground units.
                   Red team, with me. We’re punching for
                   the main target.

         Quaritch glances up to see –

         A squadron of WINGED SHAPES, diving out of the morning glare
         like birds of prey.

         CLOSE ON JAKE, rushing straight down, SCREAMING a war cry as
         he leads the charge and –

         SCORES OF BANSHEES SLAM into the gunships and Samsons like
         falcons hitting fat turkeys. The air battle is joined.


         JAKE’S GREAT LEONOPTERYX flairs into its signature crimson X
         shape just before –

         K-WHAM!! – it knocks a Scorpion tumbling. It coils around
         the gunship, slashing furiously as they spin together. JAKE
         can barely hang onto the gyrating creature.

         The pilot of the Scorpion sees nothing but jaws slamming into
         his canopy.   Jake releases the gunship and it careens into a
         CLIFF, tearing off one rotor – then plummets into the trees.
         There is a satisfying FIREBALL.

         SCORPIONS fall out of formation to pursue individual banshee
         riders, FIRING cannons and rockets.

         JAKE BANKS as the cliff face next to him explodes with
         cannon rounds. SCREAMING down on him is another Scorpion.

         JAKE tucks and dives along the cliff, feeling the rounds
         splitting the air around him and –

         The Scorpions bank after the furiously jinking banshees as
         they head for cover among the floating mountains, or dive
         down into the trees.

         DOOR GUNNERS in a SAMSON are shooting down banshees like
         Messerschmidts from a B-17 as –

         WE FOLLOW TSU'TEY’S BANSHEE in a full delta dive. He swoops
         in from its blind spot and –

         THE GUNNERS SWIVEL too late as Tsu'tey flashes past them,
         SHOOTING ARROWS with deadly accuracy.

         A SCORPION gunship dives after a banshee. It fires an air-to-
         air missile and the banshee vanishes in an EXPLOSION.

         WIDE SHOT as thirty ships and hundreds of banshees wheel and
         dive, like the Battle of Britain. Banshees are hit by guns
         and missiles, falling out of the sky. The occasional trail of
         smoke and fire marks the demise of a tilt-rotor.

         IN THE CENTER the Dragon is pouring out hellacious fire –
         tracer rounds from multiple turrets and missiles from the
         stub-wing pods.

         NEYTIRI BANKS hard as TRACERS flash past her.   A Scorpion is
         right on her ass as –

         SHE ROLLS inverted and dives under the edge of Mons
         Veritatis, then rolls out, zig-zagging through the dangling
         vines but –


         THE GUNSHIP stays on her. It rips through the vines, and
         tracers FLASH toward us as –

         SHE JINKS the banshee around a thundering waterfall but –

         HER PURSUER explodes right through the curtain of water. It
         launches an air-to-air missile. NEYTIRI jinks hard, diving.
         The missile hits a rock outcropping, pummeling her with the
         shock wave.

         THE GUNSHIP follows her through a narrow slit between Mons
         Veritatis and a smaller floating island. They run this slot
         rolled up on their sides and –

         THE SCORPION GUNNER locks up Neytiri for a missile shot but –

         A SHADOW crosses his canopy. Out of the sun comes a crimson
         demon, shrieking over the roar of the turbines, and –

         K-WHAMMM!! The leonopteryx SLAMS the gunship, driving it
         downward in a dive. The leonopteryx lashes at it with claws
         and teeth as they fall together out of control.

         Jake kicks the gunship loose and it falls like a brick,
         breaking its back on a rocky promontory and EXPLODING.

         FLYING WITH A SAMSON as a SECOND SAMSON falls in beside it.
         This one has its pilot door off, and the PILOT is wearing a
         breathing mask. The door gunners wave at –

         TRUDY, her expression grim behind her mask. She holds the
         cyclic stick between her knees while she RAKES the other ship
         with BURSTS from an AR in her lap.

         The pilot slumps over and the craft tumbles out of control.

                   You’re not the only ones with guns, you

         NEYTIRI JINKS her banshee hard, an enemy Samson right behind
         her. The pilot is a hotdog, following her down into the
         trees, under the canopy.

         They slalom among the trunks at high speed. The gunners hang
         half out the doors, firing. Bark and leaves explode around
         Neytiri as she zig-zags through the jungle.

         THE BANSHEE dives under a huge tree limb, and the pilot
         follows. He looks up at the last second, catching a glimpse
         of blue-skinned figures.

         THE HUNTERS drop a net of woven vines behind Neytiri and –


         The SAMSON hits it hard. The net fouls the ship, FLIPPING IT
         backwards. It crashes upside down to the forest floor.

         NEYTIRI’S BANSHEE is hit by GROUND-FIRE. It folds up like a
         broken kite, crashing down through branches and –

         SHE SLAMS into the ground, stunned.

         IN THE DRAGON Quaritch looks ahead, seeing the WELL OF SOULS.
         He taps the pilot and points –

                   There it is.
                       (into his headset)
                   Valkyrie One, this is Dragon. Target is
                   in sight.

         IN THE CARGO BAY of Valkyrie One, the troopers ready their
         deadly loads.

                   Target in sight.

         CIRCLING ABOVE, Tsu'tey falls in beside Jake, who talks to
         him by AIRCOM HEADSET.

                   We have to stop the shuttles, no matter
                   what it takes.

         TSU'TEY nods. He signals, gathering other hunters, who fall
         in with him as he dives. Jake rolls in after them but –

         A GUNSHIP drops in behind him and he is forced to evade as –

         TSU'TEY LEADS the attack on the first shuttle. Hunters jink
         and weave through WITHERING FIRE from the escort ships.

         GUNNERS with jerry-rigged gun mounts ride the broad backs of
         the shuttles, picking off banshees who get past the escort.

         TSU'TEY is RAKED by a burst from the dorsal gunners. His
         mount crumples, plummeting with a dying scream and –

         WE SPIRAL DOWN with him, the forest rushing up and –

         A BLINDING BLIZZARD of green as he tears downward, catching
         at leaves and vines. He SLAMS to the ground, badly injured.

         NEARBY, ampsuits and troopers advance across the forest
         floor, firing their cannons and flamethrowers. The GAU-90s
         rip the forest to shreds.


         Norm, firing as he retreats, is HIT. He collapses, his avatar
         body mortally wounded as –

         HYDRAULIC FEET approach, passing the bodies of direhorses and
         Na'vi hunters. Norm painfully tries to load another
         magazine, panting in fear and pain as –

         AN AMPSUIT stomps up.    Aims its cannon point blank. B-BLAM!

         INT. SHACK

         The top of Norm’s LINK bangs open. He reels out, collapsing
         onto the floor, clutching himself as if he can still feel the
         pain of death.

         He sits, huddled, shivering – crazed.


         TSU'TEY lies gasping, mortally injured. He looks up,
         grimacing, as an ampsuit looms over him.

         LYLE WAINFLEET reaches down and grabs Tsu'tey by his queue,
         lifting him painfully.

                      I hear this is worse than death for you,

         WAINFLEET cuts Tsu'tey’s queue off near the base. TSU'TEY
         SCREAMS in agony, his nervous system exploding on overload.
         Grinning, Lyle holds up the queue – Tsu'tey’s only
         connection to the world-consciousness which is his life.

         NEYTIRI – bleeding, bruised – staggers amid burning
         wreckage. AMPSUIT footsteps approach and she crouches behind
         a tree. Troopers are seconds from seeing her as –

         NEYTIRI knocks an arrow to HER FATHER’S BOW, and readies
         herself for a last kamikaze shot when –

         THE TROOPER on the far right of the firing line sees
         something on his screens.

                      Right flank – something’s coming!   It’s
                      all lit up out there.

         The troopers become aware of the GROUND SHAKING. A slow
         building thunderous ROAR and –

         AN AMPSUIT comes FLYING out of the trees, cartwheeling past
         them, and the SHAKING BUILDS –



         Mo'at opens her eyes in sudden realization as –

         EXT. FOREST

         The troopers pivot to face –

         A WALL OF CHARGING HAMMERHEADS CRASHING out of the foliage in
         a shower of broken branches as –

         THE TROOPERS open fire but – the stampede drives over them
         like a wave. Tree-trunk feet shatter the ampsuit cockpits.
         Troopers are crushed or asphyxiated.

         NEARBY the foot-soldiers see LIVING SHADOWS flow out of the
         gloom as –

         VIPERWOLVES race among them with flashing jaws. The troopers
         FIRE wildly as they go down, hitting each other as much as
         their attackers.

         The survivors break and run as more viperwolves bound out of
         the shadows.

         JAKE BANKS, watching as HUNDREDS of rider-less WILD BANSHEES
         converge on Quaritch’s ships. They literally darken the sky.

                   What the hell – ?

         The wild banshees wheel among the ships, ripping into them.

         ON JAKE – slowly getting it.   EYWA is in the fight.


         A GUNNER fires from the door of a Samson. There is a CRASH
         and the head of a BANSHEE lunges in the open door, jerking
         him out. Other banshees tear at the pilot’s windshield.

         NEYTIRI watches in awe as the ground troops scatter in
         disarray. The viperwolves flash past her, ignoring her.

         She senses something and turns slowly to see –

         A THANATOR emerging from the smoke behind her. A glistening
         black demon. She stands paralyzed before its stygian gaze–

         – and the thanator lowers itself, until its head is just
         above the ground. It holds that position – waiting.


         Trembling, she approaches the waiting demon.

         EXT. FOREST

         A smoky hell. Fires burn all around. The troopers are
         disorganized, falling back. Shooting at shadows. Panicked
         yelling fills the comm freq.

         WAINFLEET and another AMPSUIT are charging together through
         the smoky gloom.

                   A and C squads – rally at my pos.   I
                   want –
                       (screaming on the comm)
                   Who’s screaming God damn it?!

                             TROOPER (ON RADIO)
                   We gotta get outta here! Whoever’s in
                   charge, call for extraction!

                   Shutup you crybabies!

         SOMETHING slams into the other `suit, tackling it OUT OF
         FRAME. Wainfleet whirls to see his squad-mate missing. He
         moves through a screen of foliage to reveal –

         The AMPSUIT – ripped open. Driver gone. Blood inside the
         cockpit. He WHIRLS at a sound in time to see –

         A THANATOR LEAPING straight at him – WAINFLEET raises his
         cannon but–

         WHAM!! It’s on him, slamming him to the ground. The cannon
         goes flying. He’s face to face with its nightmare jaws,
         right outside his canopy–

         On its back is NEYTIRI, and it’s a toss up which one looks
         more pissed off. The thanator rears back, muscles rippling
         as it poises to strike and –

         K-KRAAACKK! Slams its teeth right through his canopy.
         Wainfleet’s SCREAM is brief.

         Neytiri’s demon mount rears up and its triumphant ROAR echoes
         through the forest.

         INT. CORRIDOR

         Max runs down the hall, leading the other scientists.   He’s
         yelling into an AIRCOM HANDSET –


                      Rogue One, Rogue One, this is Max.   Tell
                      Jake we are in motion.
                          (to the scientists)
                      Get in there. Barricade the door!

         INT. LINK ROOM

         The door is hurled open and the SCIENTISTS charge in.

         Science geeks barricade the door as AVATAR-DRIVERS scramble
         into their link units, pulling the clamshells down.

         INT. CORRIDOR

         Max checks the door is secure from his side then runs down a
         connecting corridor.
                                                                 CUT TO:

         EXT. SHACK

         HUMAN NORM emerges from the airlock, wearing breathing gear
         and carrying an AR. He stumbles, dazed, toward the battle.


         JAKE SIGNALS and a formation of hunters rolls in, diving at
         the lead shuttle, which is already besieged by winged

         THE CARGO RAMP is the scene of a pitched battle. Na'vi
         hunters hurl themselves off their mounts in waves,
         overwhelming the troopers.

         HUNTERS are shot, falling out of the ship, as others fly in.
         They shoot arrows and spears from the end of the ramp, and
         troopers fall back deeper into the fuselage.

         The panicked CREW CHIEF slams a switch and the ramp begins to
         close, a second before he is cut down by a spear.

         JAKE’S LEONOPTERYX plummets at the shuttle from behind. He
         swoops down, flairs to reduce speed, rolls off his mount and
         lands, tumbling on the shuttle’s broad back as –

         GUNNERS try to swing their guns toward him but he RAKES them
         with his AR, still running forward and –

         JAKE PULLS two grenades from his battle harness, yanking the
         pins out with his teeth. He hurls them down the intakes of
         the VTOL turbofans as –

         HIS LEONOPTERYX BANKS in a tight arc back toward him and –


         HE SPRINTS ON as the grenades EXPLODE, shattering the
         turbines, which riddle the fuselage with shrapnel and –

         JAKE LEAPS INTO SPACE, landing on the back of his mount and
         reconnecting. They flap away, gaining altitude as fire
         BLASTS out of the bottom of the shuttle.

         ON THE FLIGHT DECK, the pilot feels the ship dropping.

                    Mains to a hundred percent!   Get me

         The pilot and copilot slam the throttle levers forward and –

         The FUSION ENGINES BLAZE, thrusting the shuttle forward.    It
         still falls, its remaining lift fans screaming, until –

         IT’S CLIPPING the tree tops when it gets enough translational
         lift to fly and –

         THE PILOT PULLS back on the stick, lifting the nose.

                    We’re good!

         BEHIND HIM, a surviving Na'vi hunter runs forward and –

         THOONK!   ARROWHEADS sprout from the pilots’ necks and chests.

         THE SHUTTLE CLIMBS out of control, at full acceleration. It
         SLAMS into the underside of MONS Veritatis. It EXPLODES, and
         hundreds of tons of flaming debris drop back into the forest.

         ON THE FLIGHT DECK of the other SHUTTLE, the pilots watch the
         wreckage falling.

                    Valkyrie Two is breaking off. And if any
                    of ya’ll want to get off this piece of
                    shit planet, you better cover our ass,
                    `cause we’re the only way back to orbit.

                              GUNSHIP PILOT
                    Roger that.

         FROM THE DRAGON COCKPIT Quaritch watches the shuttle bank
         away, with most of the remaining gunships following.

                    Get back here you worthless pukes!


                   Are we breaking off?

         Quaritch draws his pistol.

                   What do you think?

         He is over the edge– no logic in his brain now.   Only death.


         Techs and troopers crowd around consoles, listening to all
         the yelling and confusion as they try to plot the
         disintegrating battle.

                       (in growing alarm)
                   What the hell is going on out there?
                                                                 CUT TO:


         Regular troopers and volunteers FLEE through the jungle,
         scrambling to board SAMSONS as they touch down.


         The pilot listens to comms from Hell’s Gate.

                   Sir, all ground units are falling back to
                   the LZ.

         Quaritch’s jaw clenches.

                   Stay on target.


         Mo'at LOOKS UP as the DRAGON appears over the trees like the
         shadow of Death. Around her, the Na'vi mothers clutch their
         children to them. We see AKWEY’S BOY among them.


         Quaritch sets the target cursor on the MOTHER TREE and what
         we recognize is the ghostly figure of Mo'at.

                   Switch missiles. Arm all pods.



                     Let’s see what these blue bastards do
                     when I bitch-slap their goddess.


         JAKE’S LEONOPTERYX drops toward the Dragon like a Mig 29.     He
         pulls out, skimming over the ship. Uncoupling, he rolls
         backward off his mount and –

         JAKE HITS, skidding, on the hull of the Dragon. He rolls to
         his feet, already running as –

         QUARITCH sees the leonopteryx WHOOSH overhead and flap away
         with no rider. He snap-looks aft to see –

         JAKE SPRINTING along the spine of the ship, yanking two
         grenades from his battle-harness, pulling the pins with his
         teeth, then –

         QUARITCH’s hand shoots out and SLAMS the pilot’s CYCLIC STICK
         hard over. THE DRAGON lurches sideways, rolling sharply with
         a ROAR of protesting rotors and –

         JAKE IS FLUNG off his feet. The grenades miss the TURBINE
         INTAKES. One bounces off the ship. The other lodges against
         a cowling and –

         JAKE SLIDES OFF the ship, falling as – K-BLAM! The grenade
         blows a two meter hole in the hull –

         WHOOOSHH!   Pandoran air swirls inside.

                         (to the pilot)
                     Put your mask on.

         Quaritch leaps out of his seat, heading aft as –

         JAKE GRABS the edge of a weapons pod, his feet dangling over
         open space.

         HOLDING HIS BREATH, Quaritch blows a RESCUE HATCH and leans
         outside. Jake sees him aim his massive PISTOL.

         K-WHAM! K-WHAM! Rounds clang next to Jake’s head. He LETS GO,
         plummeting into the trees –

         Jake plunges through jungle canopy. He catches a HUGE LEAF,
         as Neytiri taught him – it bends down, breaking his fall –


         HE LETS GO, dropping again only to catch ANOTHER LEAF, and
         then another, and –

         WE RUSH DOWN with him through this green blur.   Jake drops to
         the ground in a feral crouch. Unhurt.

                       (into his headset)
                   Quaritch is gonna take out the Well of
                   Souls! He’s got a clear shot. Hit him,
                   anybody that can! Do it now!

         IN HER SAMSON Trudy Chacon is all business.

                   On it.

         SHE BANKS hard, pulling g’s, coming around on the Dragon.
         She pours on the coal and the Samson leaps forward, straight
         at the WARSHIP.

         QUARITCH, DRILLS a stream of tracers at her, tearing through
         her canopy, ripping chunks off her fuselage.

         IN THE JUNGLE BELOW, Norm watches her kamikaze run –


                       (clipped, pilot-like)
                   Norm, I love you.

         TRUDY DIVES, raking through treetops and then, at the last
         instant, YANKS BACK on the stick and –

         THE SAMSON leaps straight up and – K-KRASH!! SHEARS OFF THE
         COCKPIT of the Dragon as –

         QUARITCH THROWS HIMSELF aft along the aisle and –

         TRUDY’S SAMSON disintegrates, the wreckage burning as it
         tumbles into the jungle.

         MILES QUARITCH grips the bulkhead as he stares out the open
         front of the fuselage. Wind howls through wreckage where the
         pilot used to be. The forest rushes up to meet him and –

         THE DRAGON CRASHES through splintering trees, IMPACTING in a
         lake with a WHITE BLAST of water.



         Norm takes a few steps and drops to his knees.    Imploded by



                     Dragon is down. It’s off the board.

                     What do you mean, off the board?!

         Selfridge is stunned.    Suddenly the ROAR of an ENGINE makes
         them all look up.

         OUTSIDE THE WINDOW, MAX sits in the cab of an enormous SLASH-
         CUTTER. Max flips Selfridge the bird and pushes a lever
         forward –

                     Oh shit.

         Selfridge DIVES as –

         through the window in a blast of glass and lethal air. Alarms
         go off. The technicians dive for cover in a blizzard of
         glass and shredded debris.

         The slash-cutter head pulls back, and AVATARS SCRAMBLE
         through the gaping hole into the Ops Center –

         The TROOPERS look up to see blue giants aiming weapons down
         at them. The battle is over in seconds. The avatars are
         holding the Ops Center.

         Selfridge lies there gasping, in his emergency mask.   In
         shock. How could this be happening?
                                                                  CUT TO:

         EXT. LAKE

         THE DRAGON lies half submerged. Out of the water FG, a shape
         rises – a AMPSUIT. Inside – MILES QUARITCH, his face
         bloody, his eyes burning.

         He slogs out of the water, covered with mud, then strides
         into the forest.


         QUARITCH’S AMPSUIT THUDS relentlessly through the jungle.    He
         sees something through the foliage ahead – the SHACK.

         INSIDE THE SHACK Jake is oblivious under the link. Through a
         window we see Quaritch’s AMPSUIT step into the clearing.

         QUARITCH levels his GAU-90 at the shack. His finger goes to
         the firing button–

         WHAM!! A six-legged BLACK DEMON tackles him.

         Quaritch pivots as he falls, FIRING the cannon. It misses
         Neytiri by inches. He grapples with the THANATOR as its
         razor claws SCREECH over his metal armor.

         THE TITANS twist and struggle. QUARITCH UNLEASHES a long
         burst from the cannon. Rounds tear into the creature, which
         SHRIEKS but –

         NEYTIRI wills it to SMASH the cannon hard against a rock,
         tearing it loose from the `suit’s hand but –

         Quaritch SLAMS the thanator back against a tree-trunk, almost
         crushing Neytiri.

         CLOSE ON one hydraulic hand, as it draws the `suit’s KNIFE
         and –

         QUARITCH TWISTS violently, ramming the knife up under the
         thanator’s chest armor. The creature ROARS and Quaritch flips
         on top of it, stabbing.

         QUARITCH STABS DOWN AGAIN. The thanator slumps, pinning
         Neytiri’s legs under its great bulk. She is trapped.

         Quaritch looks down at Neytiri. She glares back at him,
         panting, scared but defiant.

                             JAKE (O.S.)
                   It’s all over Quaritch –

         Quaritch turns, seeing Jake DROPPING from a tree limb. The
         `suit rises slowly, knife glinting in the morning sun.

                   Nothing’s over while I’m breathing.

                   Kinda hoped you’d say that.

         QUARITCH SURGES forward. JAKE closes fast, snatching up the
         broken CANNON as –


         Quaritch SLASHES DOWN with the knife and Jake parries,
         blocking it with the cannon. He CLOSES faster than the suit
         can move and –

         K-CRACK! – SLAMS the end of the cannon into the canopy,
         crazing it with a web of cracks as QUARITCH SLICES air with
         the huge knife. Jake ducks, coming up to meet the next slash
         and –

         SMASHES the knife hand with the cannon once – twice – again
         – in a furious attack – knocking the knife flying.

         QUARITCH catches him with the other arm, hurling him away.
         Jake rolls just before –

         THUDDD! – the massive foot stomps down where he just was. He
         scrambles up as Quaritch CHARGES and –

         JAKE DUCKS another round-house, LEAPING forward to smash the
         canopy again – then again – until it is WHITE with cracks.
         Quaritch manages to GRAB the cannon barrel but –

         INSIDE THE COCKPIT, he sees nothing but the sun on the
         shattered glass. HE HURLS the cannon blindly, but Jake ducks.
         The massive cylinder cartwheels toward the shack and –

         FROM INSIDE we see it CRASH against pressure window, crazing
         it but not penetrating. Jake’s link sits just inside.

         INSIDE THE COCKPIT, Quaritch yanks a yellow handle and –

         P-FOOM! – the canopy BLOWS OFF, flying through the air.
         Quaritch can see again. He dons his breathing mask. Bends to
         pick up his KNIFE.

         NEARBY NEYTIRI struggles furiously, trying to get her legs
         free from underneath three tons of thanator.

         QUARITCH, panting, glowers at Jake.

                   How does it feel to betray your own race?

         Then, inexplicably, he TURNS.   Walks away.

         FROM INSIDE the shack, we see him charge straight toward us
         and –

         CRASH! – he puts his hydraulic fist right through the
         window. He is reaching inside for the Link when –

         JAKE HITS in a flying tackle with every ounce of force he
         has, knocking the ampsuit sideways and –


         JAKE REACHES around the suit, grabbing Quaritch’s shoulder
         and, yanks him forward HARD, SMASHING his face into the edge
         of the cockpit but –

         QUARITCH flings him off with a sweep of his arm, and Jake
         slams to the ground.

         INSIDE THE LINK Jake is holding his breath as the toxic
         Pandoran air swirls in. GAS ALARMS SHRIEK.

         NEYTIRI shoves with one free leg, desperately trying to pull
         her other leg out.

         THE AMPSUIT charges, the knife flashing down and –

         JAKE just manages to catch it in both hands, but the force of
         the attack drives him to his knees as –

         QUARITCH pushes the knife down inexorably, until Jake is
         pinned against a rock, the blade now inches from his throat.

         INSIDE THE LINK Jake is straining to stay conscious, to stay
         connected as –

         THE KNIFE reaches his throat as –

         THWAP! AN ARROW APPEARS in Quaritch’s chest.   He looks up.

         NEYTIRI STANDS – a FURY released. A classic archer figure,
         she NOCKS another arrow. Then draws and releases smoothly.

         TH-WHAP! The machine TOPPLES off Jake and lies still.

         QUARITCH STARES at the two arrows in his chest. He touches
         the feathers of the ancient weapon, then – with an ironic
         laugh – he dies.

         NEYTIRI runs up, another arrow nocked, bow drawn. Seeing
         Quaritch, she lowers her father’s bow.

         JAKE sees her, then goes limp, his eyes rolling back, and –

         INT. SHACK

         HUMAN JAKE EXPLODES out of the Link, slamming to the floor
         where he gags for breath. With his last strength, he claws
         toward an emergency breathing mask – across the room.

         He scrambles toward it, on the edge of unconsciousness.

         NEYTIRI VAULTS through the shattered window, landing in the
         debris like a cat. She GRABS the mask and flashes to Jake’s
         side – puts the mask over his face and –


         JAKE drags in breath after breath. He looks up at Neytiri,
         studying him as she holds him – seeing his human body for
         the first time.

         Jake touches her face, his pale human hand against the blue
         of her skin. There eyes meet across the glass of the mask –
         together, separate. Worldless.
                                                                 CUT TO:


         MO'AT tends to the mortally wounded TSU'TEY as AVATAR JAKE
         arrives with Neytiri. Mo'at has bound his wounds, but by her
         expression, it is clear he cannot be saved.

         Jake kneels and Tsu'tey opens his eyes.   Through a haze of
         pain, he recognizes Jake.

                   I See you, Jakesully.

                   I See you, Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan.

                   Are the people safe?

                   They’re safe.

         Tsu'tey weakly clutches his severed queue.

                   I can never ride again, or bond with my
                   woman – or hear the voice of Eywa. I can
                   not lead the People. You will lead them,

                   No. I’m not officer material.

                   It is decided. Now do the duty of
                   Olo'eyctan. Set my spirit free.

                   I’m not killing you.

                   I am already dead.



                   It is the way. And it is good. I will be
                   remembered –

         Tsu'tey’s voice is weak, but thick with emotion.

                   – I fought with Toruk Macto, we were
                   brothers – and he was my last shadow.

         TSU'TEY’S HAND clasps with Jake’s in a fierce grip. Jake
         draws his knife.

         TSU'TEY’S POV – Jake leans forward, blocking the sun.
         HIS SHADOW falls across Tsu'tey.

                   Forgive me, my Brother. Go now to the
                   Mother Spirit.

         By his movement, we know that he has ended Tsu'tey’s pain.
         Jake’s eyes well with tears as he continues reciting the
         prayer for the dead, and his Na'vi words carry over as we –
                                                            DISSOLVE TO:

         EXT. HELL’S GATE -DAY

         Na'vi ride direhorses among the abandoned machines of Hell’s

         Banshees roost on the roofs of the modules, and stingbats
         flutter about, unimpeded. The SENTRY GUNS are silent, and
         the GATES are open to the forest.

                             JAKE (V.O.)
                   A few chose to stay. Fewer were chosen.

         Max, Norm, and a few of the avatars hold AR’s as the
         personnel of Hell’s Gate file up the cargo ramp of the
         remaining shuttle. The evicted humans are sullen and angry,
         like POW’s.

         JAKE and NEYTIRI stand together, watching the departure of
         the Sky People.

         PARKER SELFRIDGE shuffles up the ramp. His eyes – the eyes
         of a lost soul – meet JAKE’S. He disappears into the ship.
                                                                CUT TO:


         EXT. SPACE

         ISV VENTURE STAR hangs suspended against the dark side of
         PANDORA. The ISV’s antimatter engines BLAZE to life and it
         accelerates out of orbit.

         What remains IN FRAME is a virgin, primeval world. Spanning
         the black continents is a vast reticulated lace-work of
         BIOLUMINESCENCE – a ghostly WEB connecting all of Pandora.
                                                                 CUT TO:


         The sun’s rays shaft down through the layers of canopy.

                                JAKE (V.O.)
                      The forest will heal, and so will the
                      hearts of the People. New life keeps the
                      energy flowing, like the breath of the

         NEYTIRI, obviously pregnant, is bow-fishing in the shallows.
         Children jump and squeal with laughter in the river.

                                JAKE (V.O.)
                      This is my last videolog.

         INT. LINK ROOM

         VIDEO IMAGE – Jake sits in a chair, talking straight TO
         CAMERA. He is thin, pale. He looks around the high tech room.

                      The science guys will keep the lights on,
                      here. But I won’t miss this place.


         THE WILLOWS glow softly. The entire Omaticaya clan is
         gathered, seated in a prayer circle around the Mother Tree.

                                JAKE (V.O.)
                      I better wrap this up. There’s a funeral
                      tonight, and I don’t want to be late. It
                      was someone very close to me.

         WIDE SHOT, moving in across the concentric rings of people,
         all plugged-in and softly chanting. MOVING toward the
         center, over the figure of Mo'at, to hover above –

         NEYTIRI, kneeling beside two FIGURES on the dais –


         JAKE and his AVATAR lie head to head. Human Jake is wearing
         an exomask. Both figures are still, hands folded, covered in
         translucent silken shrouds of ROOT-CILIA.

         CAMERA CLOSES IN as Neytiri removes the mask from Jake’s
         human face. She gently closes his dead eyes with her
         fingertips. Then bends and kisses him.

         MOVE INTO CU on AVATAR JAKE as Neytiri’s hand comes into
         frame, stroking his cheek. TIGHTENING slowly to–

         ECU JAKE’S EYES. Hold a beat, then –

         They open.
                                                           CUT TO BLACK


I used Butterfly by Christina Perri For This

Imagine Having Hypnotic Powers And Enchanting Pietro Into Kissing You

For freakykrazykenzie

“You’re a pretty butterfly
You keep on passing by
You never land inside my hands
Your home is in the sky
And there’s a lesson waiting to be learned” you sing pouring a little of your power into each word. It enchants your audience and you can’t help but grin. Your voice is a gift.

“The fire starters always get the burns
And the good guys never get the girl
And shooting stars cannot fix the world
And I’ve made the same mistakes
But I won’t this time
No I won’t this time.” Suddenly the door opens and a large group of people walk in casually.

“And you’re a pretty butterfly
And I believed all your lies
Blinded by your sideways smile
And the kindness in your eyes
But there’s a limit to your flight
I can offer you a better life
But you keep on flying from the light
And I’ve lost my faith in wrong and right.” The group is staring at you each eyes boring into your soul. They didn’t come here to drink you can tell.

“And I’ve made the same mistakes
But I won’t this time
No I won’t this time.” You keep singing and step down the stage to interact with you audience and to get a closer look at your watchers.

“I know exactly what you do
I made damn sure I studied you
You won’t pick me
I am just a breeze underneath your wings
So I pray each night you’ll change your mind
And maybe I am worth the fight
But I am wrong every time
You only know how to fly.” The group is strikingly familiar. You pass by them making sure your voice is extra alluring. The Avengers. That’s who they are!

“You only know how to fly
You only know how to fly” you finish the song and break the hypnosis to allow your audience to clap and cheer. Smirking you walk back stage with an extra swing in your hips. Grabbing a glass of water you take a sip and toss your hair looking over to the Avengers who followed you backstage.

“So (Y/N) (Y/L/N) you seem to have a very powerful voice” the one you recognize as Steve Rogers states.

“Yes I do” you reply.

“What are the extents of it?” Tony Stark the big shot asks.

“Hypnotism and I can fight with sound waves. Which means I can scream and destroy anything in front of me” you explain.

“We are here to see if you’re worth recruiting” Steve states. “Could you give us a demonstration.”

“Well since I’d rather not make any of you deaf I’ll go with hypnotism. You you’re cute come here” you order and crook your finger at the white haired one, Pietro. Pietros eyes glaze over and he obediently walks over to you. “Kiss me.” He willingly kisses your lips and you kiss back. Then you pull away. “Snap out of it.” Pietro instantly jumps back into reality.

“You’ve got to teach me that” Black Widow muses.

“Sure thing” you say and wink. “Now am I worth it?”

“I say yes” Tony votes.

“No need to hypnotize us to vote yes you’re on the team” the archer exclaims and you grin.

“Good I was getting bored of singing to drunks.”