Avatar 2009 Screenplay by James Cameron

AVATAR
written by
James Cameron
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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
advertizing.
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.
INT. JAKE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The room is a tiny CUBICLE, prison cell meets 747 bathroom.

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2.
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
pass.
Jake struggles with his pants a long time.

CUT TO:
INT. ROWDY BAR -- NIGHT
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

chair.
TRACKING WITH HIM as he rolls forward.

3.
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:
EXT. ALLEY BEHIND BAR -- NIGHT
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.
JAKE
I hope you realize you’ve just lost a
customer!
He collapses onto his back, panting.
JAKE
(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 --
JAKE
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.

4.
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?
JAKE
Step off. You’re ruinin’ my good mood.
AGENT 2
It’s about your brother.
CUT TO:
INT. MUNICIPAL CREMATORIUM - NIGHT
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
IDENTICAL TWIN -- TOMMY.
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.
JAKE
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.

5.
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
regret.
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.
JAKE
(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
coffins.
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.

6.
FOLLOWING JAKE as he pushes away from his capsule, gliding to

the LOCKERS across the aisle, his paralyzed legs not an
impediment in weightlessness.
CUT TO:
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.
CUT TO:
EXT. PANDORA ORBIT
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--
CUT TO:
EXT. RAINFOREST - TWILIGHT
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
buildings.
And beyond the mine is the HUMAN COLONY --

7.
EXT. HELL’S GATE - TWILIGHT
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.
EXT. RAIN FOREST - TWILIGHT
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.

8.
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

TROOPERS, CORPORAL LYLE WAINFLEET and PRIVATE FIKE. Sec-Ops
is the colony’s private security force. These guys are laid
back, hardened, and haggard.
WAINFLEET
Look at all that new meat.
THEIR POV -- Jake rolls down the ramp.
FIKE
Check it out, man. Meals on wheels.
WAINFLEET
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.
JAKE
What’re you two limpdicks starin’ at?
As Jake rolls past, SOMETHING SWOOPS down behind him and --

9.
K-KRASH! SMASHES against the chain-link right next to his

head.
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.
WAINFLEET
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...
CUT TO:
INT. COMMISSARY - TWILIGHT
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.
QUARITCH
... You are on Pandora, ladies and
gentlemen. Respect that fact every second
of every day.

10.
JAKE ROLLS IN, watching from the back.
COLONEL QUARITCH raises his hand and points out the window,
toward the dark treeline.
QUARITCH
Out beyond that fence every living thing
that crawls, flies or squats in the mud
wants to kill you and eat your eyes for
jujubees.
The room gets very quiet.
QUARITCH
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.
QUARITCH
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.
CUT TO:
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.
NORM
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.

11.
Norm offers his hand and Jake shakes it.
NORM
He was a great guy -- funny. It was a
big shock to all of us.
JAKE
Yeah.
Jake pumps the wheels of his chair, rolling on. Norm walks
with him.
NORM
And duh! -- obviously you look like him.
I mean, if you weren’t genetically
identical, you wouldn’t be taking over
his avatar.
JAKE
That’s why I’m here.
NORM
So -- you want to go check it out?
CUT TO:
INT. BIO-LAB - DAY
JAKE AND NORM enter the BIO-LAB -- a large lab complex with
many adjoining rooms.
MAX
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.
JAKE
Damn. They got big.

12.
NORM
Yeah, they mature on the trip out.
(to Max)
So the proprioceptive sims worked pretty
well.
MAX
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.
JAKE
It looks like him.
NORM
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.
JAKE
-- 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
expensive.
(looking off camera)
Is this right? I just say whatever in
these videologs?
WIDER, showing Norm working nearby with Max.
NORM
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.

13.
JAKE
Right.
(to camera)
So, whatever. Here I am. Doing science.
(looks around)
Never been in a lab before.
MAX
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 --

CUT TO:
INT. LINK ROOM - DUSK
The LINK ROOM contains a dozen PSIONIC LINK UNITS, which look
like coffins crossed with MRI scanners.
NORM
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.
MAX
(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.
GRACE
(yelling)
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.
MAX
And here she is, Cinderella back from the
ball. Grace, I’d like you to meet Norm
Spellman and Ja --
GRACE
Norm. I hear good things about you.
How's your Na'vi?

14.
NORM
(Na'vi, subtitled)
May the All Mother smile upon our first
meeting.
Grace nods approvingly, taking a drag on her cigarette.
GRACE
(subtitled)
Not bad. You sound a little formal.
NORM
(subtitled)
There is still much to learn.
Jake waits while they ignore him, chattering in fluent Na’vi.
MAX
Uh, Grace, this is Jake S----
GRACE
(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.
JAKE
He’s dead. I know it’s a big
inconvenience to everyone.
GRACE
How much lab training have you had? Ever
run a gas chromatograph?
JAKE
No.
GRACE
Any actual lab work at all?
JAKE
High school chemistry. But I ditched.
Grace wheels on Max.
GRACE
You see? You see? They’re pissing on us
without even the courtesy of calling it
rain.
(turning away)
I’m going to Selfridge.

15.
She shoves past Jake.
MAX
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.
MAX
Here, tomorrow, oh eight hundred. Try to
use big words.
CUT TO:
INT. OPS CENTER - DUSK
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.
GRACE
Parker, I used to think it was benign
neglect, but now I see you’re
intentionally screwing us.
SELFRIDGE
Grace. You know I enjoy our little
talks.
GRACE
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.
SELFRIDGE
Actually, we got lucky with him.
GRACE
Lucky? How is this in any way lucky?
As Selfridge saunters over to retrieve the ball --

16.
SELFRIDGE
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.
GRACE
The last thing I need is another trigger
happy asshole out there!
SELFRIDGE
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.
SELFRIDGE
But after -- how many years? -- relations
with the indigenous are only getting
worse.
GRACE
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.
SELFRIDGE
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.
Comprendo?
He places it back in the magnetic field.
SELFRIDGE
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:

17.
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

sensors.
GRACE
How much link time have you logged?
NORM
Five hundred and twenty hours.
Grace looks pointedly at Jake.
JAKE
Like -- an hour.
GRACE
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 --
JAKE
Don’t! I got this.
Grace steps back, hands raised. He drags himself into the

unit.
GRACE
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.
JAKE
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.

18.
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 --
GRACE
Relax and let your mind go blank. That
shouldn’t be hard for you.
JAKE
Kiss the darkest part of my lily white --
But the SLAMMING HOOD muffles the rest.
MAX
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.
MAX
That’s a gorgeous brain. Nice activity.
GRACE
Go figure.
(walking away)
Alright, I’m going in.
TECH
Phase-lock at forty percent. He’s in
transition.
Max watches a display showing the avatar’s nervous system

aligning with Jake’s -- two ghostly networks of light
merging.
MAX
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.

19.
MAX
He’s in.
TECH
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.
MAX
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.
MAX
Jake! Wait, we have to run some tests --
But Jake pushes past the protesting med techs, toward the
door and --
EXT. AVATAR COMPOUND - DAY
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.

20.
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.
JAKE
Grace?
GRACE
Well who’d you expect, numbnuts? Think
fast!
She throws him a piece of Pandoran fruit, which he catches.
GRACE
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.
NORM
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 --

21.
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.
EXT. RAINFOREST - DAY
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.
QUARITCH
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?
TROOPERS
Shoot it, sir!
QUARITCH
Outstanding. Let’s roll.

22.
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.
INT. AVATAR LONGHOUSE - DUSK
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.
JAKE
That’s kinda freaky.
GRACE switches off the overheads.
GRACE
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 --
INT. LINK ROOM - NIGHT
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.
GRACE
(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

23.
INT. COMMISSARY - EARLY MORNING
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.
TRUDY
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:
INT. ARMOR BAY - MORNING
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.
JAKE
You guys’re packing some heavy ordinance.
TRUDY
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.
JAKE
Yeah, no problem.
She extends her fist and he taps it with his.
TRUDY
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.

24.
At the end of the row is a makeshift GYM area. QUARITCH is

bench-pressing massive plates.
QUARITCH
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.
QUARITCH
I pulled your record, Corporal. Venezuela
-- that was some mean bush. Nothing like
this here, though. You got heart kid,
coming out here.
JAKE
I figured -- just another hellhole.
Quaritch chuckles appreciatively, claps him on the shoulder.

The CHIEF MECHANIC yells from the nearest AMPSUIT --
MECHANIC
That servo’s in, Colonel, if you want to
try it.
Quaritch crosses to the ‘suit, with Jake following.
QUARITCH
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.
QUARITCH
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-

line.
QUARITCH
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.

25.
QUARITCH
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 --
QUARITCH
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
bagged-and-tagged.
JAKE
(nodding)
That sounds real good, Colonel. So -- am
I still with Augustine?
QUARITCH
On paper. You walk like one of her
science pukes, you quack like one, but
you report to me. Can you do that for
me?
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.
QUARITCH
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
legs.
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!

26.
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.
GRACE
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.
GRACE
What did Atilla want?
JAKE
Just Marines comparin’ tattoos.
GRACE
(not buying it)
Yeah. Well, listen to me, Marine --
She stops, turning to drill him with a look.
GRACE
-- you’re driving an avatar, now. That
means you’re in my world, got it?
JAKE
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 --
GRACE
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.
JAKE
Then how’s this supposed to work?

27.
GRACE
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.
NORM
This is failing as a pep talk.
Jake hauls himself across from wheelchair to link.
JAKE
How do we contact them?
GRACE
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.
JAKE
Or they may skin us and make a drum.
Jake lies back, lowering the sensor array over his body.
GRACE
Just keep your mouth shut and let Norm do
the talking.
She closes his clamshell, HARD, and we --

CUT TO:
EXT. RAIN FOREST / AERIAL - DAY
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.

28.
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.
GRACE
Looks like a bull, six cows and some
juveniles.
NORM
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.
WAINFLEET
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.

29.
GRACE
Stay with the ship.
(for Jake)
One idiot with a gun’s enough.
WAINFLEET
Whatever you say, Doc.
Jake takes point as they enter the jungle.
WAINFLEET
(laughing)
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
wildlife.
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

passes.
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.
GRACE
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.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST/ GLEN
WIDE SHOT as the party moves between the huge trees, tiny as
ants. The trail has gotten steeper, the going tougher.
CUT TO:
EXT. SCHOOL RUINS - DAY
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.

30.
NORM
How will they know we’re here?
GRACE
I’m sure they’re watching us right now.
Norm gulps. Jake looks behind him as they approach the

school, feeling unseen eyes.
CUT TO:
INT. SCHOOL RUINS
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.
GRACE
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.
GRACE
(wistfully)
The stingbats knock them off. I guess I
always hope somebody will come back and
read them.
NORM
Why don’t they come back?
GRACE
(grimly)
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.

31.
JAKE
(turning to her)
What happened here?
GRACE
(sharply)
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.
CUT TO:
CLOSE ON Grace’s blue hand gently brushing away soil,

exposing a tangle of ROOT TENDRILS.
GRACE
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!
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.
GRACE
Don’t shoot. You’ll piss it off.

32.
The bull HAMMERHEAD bellows and lowers its 3 meter wide

sledgehammer of a skull.
JAKE
It’s already pissed off!
GRACE
Jake, that armor’s too thick. Trust me.
Jake starts to back away. The hammerhead bellows again,

pawing the earth.
GRACE
It’s a territorial threat display. Do not
run, or he’ll charge.
JAKE
What do I do?
GRACE
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.
JAKE
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 --
JAKE
That’s what I’m talkin’ about, bitch!
The bull wheels around, TRUMPETING in fear, and CRASHES away

through splintering undergrowth.

33.
JAKE
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.
JAKE
What about this one? Run, don’t run?
What?
GRACE
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 --

34.
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.
EXT. RIVER BELOW FALLS - DAY
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.
CUT TO:
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.

35.
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

THROAT.
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

hesitates.
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.
CUT TO:
INT./EXT. SAMSON - SUNSET
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
orders.

36.
Grace looks to the west. The sun setting behind alien trees.
GRACE
Shit.
TRUDY
Sorry, Doc. He’s just gonna have to hang
on ‘till morning.
GRACE
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.
CUT TO:
EXT. RAINFOREST - NIGHT
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
trail.
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.

37.
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.
JAKE
(screaming)
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 --

38.
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.
NEYTIRI
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--
NEYTIRI
Raaaarrrr!
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.
JAKE
Wait, don’t --

39.
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
chest.
NEYTIRI
(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.
JAKE
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

animal.
NEYTIRI
(in Na’vi)
Forgive me. May your spirit run with the
Great Mother.
JAKE
I would have been screwed if you hadn’t
come along --
She rises and walks away without looking at Jake.
JAKE
Hey, wait. Wait! Where you goin’?
He crashes through some plants, catching up to her.
JAKE
Slow down a second will you. I just want
to thank you for killing those --
He makes the mistake of grasping her shoulder and --

40.
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.
NEYTIRI
Don’t thank! You don’t thank for this!
This is sad. Very sad, only.
JAKE
Okay, I’m sorry. Whatever I did -- I’m
sorry.
She gestures at the bodies of the viperwolves.
NEYTIRI
All this is your fault! They did not need
to die.
JAKE
They attacked me. How’m I the bad guy
here--
She silences him with the tip of her bow at his throat.
NEYTIRI
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.
JAKE
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.
NEYTIRI
Why save you?
JAKE
Yes, why save me?
NEYTIRI
You have a strong heart. No fear.
She leans closer --

41.
NEYTIRI
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
through a GLOWING PHANTASMAGORICAL FOREST.
JAKE
If I’m so ignorant, maybe you should
teach me.
NEYTIRI
Sky people can not learn. You do not
See.
She leaps to another elevated root. Jake follows, surprised

that he made it.
JAKE
Whooaa.
He runs to catch up with her easy jogging pace.
JAKE
Then teach me to “see.”
She stops and he almost runs into her.
NEYTIRI
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.
JAKE
Hey, slow down. Look, I think we just
got off on the wrong foot and --

42.
Jake looks down, suddenly aware of the height.
JAKE
--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.
JAKE
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.
JAKE
I need your help.
NEYTIRI
You should not be here.
JAKE
So take me with you.
NEYTIRI
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.
JAKE
(off her amazed look)
What?
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.
JAKE
What are they?
CU NEYTIRI -- reacting with a mixture of wonder and dread.

43.
NEYTIRI
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.
JAKE
What was that all about?
Neytiri seems shaken. She seizes his hand and pulls him
after her.
NEYTIRI
Come!
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.
JAKE
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.

44.
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 --
NEYTIRI
(subtitled)
Tsu’tey, what are you doing?! He is my
captive!
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.
TSU’TEY
(subtitled)
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.
NEYTIRI
(subtitled)
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.
TSU’TEY
(subtitled)
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.
CUT TO:
EXT. HOMETREE - NIGHT
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.

45.
TSU’TEY rides inside the columns at the base of Hometree,

shouting an ululating WARNING.
Jake is force-marched through the pillars into --
INT. COMMONS/HOMETREE - NIGHT
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
him.
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.
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
Why do you bring this creature here?
Neytiri addresses Eytukan in Na’vi.
NEYTIRI
(subtitled)
I was going to kill him, but there was a
sign from Eywa.
He glowers at her as he responds, pointing at Jake.
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
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.

46.
NEYTIRI
(subtitled)
Father, many atokirina came to this
alien.
JAKE
What’s going on?
NEYTIRI
My father is deciding whether to kill
you.
JAKE
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.
MO’AT
(Na’vi)
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.
MO’AT
(subtitled)
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.
NEYTIRI
That is Mother. She is Tsahik -- the one
who interprets the will of Eywa.
JAKE
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.

47.
MO’AT
(thick accent)
What are you called?
JAKE
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.
MO'AT
Why did you come to us?
JAKE
I came to learn.
MO'AT
We have tried to teach other Sky People.
It is hard to fill a cup which is already
full.
JAKE
My cup is empty, trust me. Just ask
Doctor Augustine. I’m no scientist.
MO'AT
What are you?
JAKE
I don’t know. I was a Marine -- uh, a
warrior. Of the Jarhead clan.
TSU’TEY
(subtitled)
A warrior! I could kill him easily!
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
No! This is the first warrior
dreamwalker we have seen. We need to
learn more about him.
JAKE
What’s going on? What are they saying?
MO’AT
(to Neytiri, subtitled)
Daughter. You will teach him our way, to
speak and walk as we do.

48.
NEYTIRI looks shocked, then angry.
NEYTIRI
(subtitled)
Why me? That's not fair! I only--
MO’AT
(subtitled)
It is decided!
Neytiri subsides, turning to glare at Jake.
MO'AT
(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 --
MO'AT
(subtitled)
He is your responsibility.
Neytiri nods, accepting, but she’s not a happy camper. She

grabs Jake’s arm and pulls him roughly away.
JAKE
So it’s all good, right? You and me --
NEYTIRI
Do not speak.
CUT TO:
INT. SECOND LEVEL/HOMETREE
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
circle.
JAKE
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.
JAKE
You never told me your name.

49.
NEYTIRI
Neytiri te Ckaha Mo'at’ite.
JAKE
Okay, again, a whole lot slower.
NEYTIRI
(exaggerated slowness)
Neytiri. Nay-TEE-ree.
Jake knows she’s baiting him. He smiles in response.
JAKE
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.
TSU’TEY
(subtitled)
These aliens try to look like people, but
they can’t.
MO'AT
(subtitled)
He seems dim to me. And his eyes are too
small.
NEYTIRI motions for Jake to take portions from the serving

leaves onto his own leaf.
JAKE
Your mom likes me. I can tell.
MO’AT, watching Jake and Neytiri, leans over to Eytukan.
MO'AT
(subtitled)
Neytiri will test this “warrior.” Hey may
learn nothing -- but we will learn much.
EYTUKAN
You speak truth. We must understand
these Sky People if we are to drive them
out.
Jake munches on a white shrimp-like thing.
JAKE
These rock. What are they?
NEYTIRI
Teylu. You call beetle larvae.

50.
Jake blanches. She heaps some more onto his leaf -- a

CHALLENGE -- and Jake meets her eyes, takes a handful, and
starts munching enthusiastically.
JAKE
That’s some damn fine teylu. That’s like
grandma’s teylu.
CU TSU’TEY, warily eyeing Jake --
TSU’TEY
(subtitled)
I say she will kill him.
CUT TO:
INT. THIRD LEVEL - NIGHT
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 --
CUT TO:
INT. LINK ROOM - NIGHT
GRACE is over JAKE in the Link, SLAPPING him, as Max and NORM
hover.
GRACE
Come on back, kid, that’s it.
JAKE
Wha --? Oh.
He looks around, blinking. Reality crashing in.
GRACE
Damn, you were dug in like a tick.
(she helps him sit up)
Is the avatar safe?
JAKE
(huge grin)
Yeah, Doc -- and you are not going to
believe where I am.
CUT TO:

51.
INT. COMMISSARY - MORNING
BREAKFAST the next day. The other drivers lean forward,

hanging on Grace’s re-telling of the tale.
GRACE
-- 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.
Unbelievable.
JAKE
It’s not something you can teach.
Some of the other scientists clap Jake on the shoulders in

congratulation.
MAX
That’s awesome, Jake.
NORM chomps his bacon, fuming.
GRACE
(to Jake, getting serious)
For reasons I cannot fathom, the
Omaticaya have chosen you. God help us
all.
CUT TO:
INT. OPS CENTER - MORNING
JAKE has reported to SELFRIDGE and QUARITCH. Quaritch turns

from gazing out at the wall of forest, displaying a feral
grin.
QUARITCH
Jarhead clan?
(he laughs)
And that worked?
JAKE
(grinning)
Yeah. They want to study me. See if I
can learn to be one of them.
QUARITCH
That’s how you seize the initiative. I
wish I had ten more like you.
SELFRIDGE
Look, Sully -- find out what these blue
monkeys want.
(MORE)

52.
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.
SELFRIDGE
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
relocate.
JAKE
(taking that in)
Does Augustine know about this?
SELFRIDGE
Yeah, she does, and she’s on the next
ship back if she tries to cock-block me
on it.
JAKE
So -- who talks them into moving?
QUARITCH
(turning)
Guess.
JAKE
What if they won’t go?
QUARITCH
(icy)
I’m betting they will.
SELFRIDGE
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.
QUARITCH
You got three months. That’s when the
dozers get there.
JAKE
I’m on it.
CUT TO:

53.
INT. BIO LAB - MORNING
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.
JAKE
Tsu’tey.
(next photo)
Mo’at.
(next photo)
Eytukan.
GRACE
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.
JAKE
Got it. So who’s this Eywa?
NORM
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.
JAKE
Who’s got a date with the chief’s
daughter?
GRACE
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.
GRACE
Neytiri was my best student. She and her
sister Silwanin. Just amazing girls.
JAKE
I didn’t meet the sister.

54.
GRACE
(quietly)
No, she’s dead.
(turning to him)
Okay, let’s go -- village life starts
early.
MAX
Link is ready.
Grace lowers the bio-sensor array over Jake’s chest.
GRACE
Don’t do anything unusually stupid.
She closes the clamshell and we --
INT. HOMETREE/ THIRD LEVEL - DAY
CU JAKE’S AVATAR, blinking awake, staring up at --
HOMETREE, like a gothic cathedral overhead. Sunlight streams

down through gaps in the towering vault.
CUT TO:
INT. COMMONS - DAY
JAKE walks among the villagers, who go about their daily

tasks.
-- 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

infant.
--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.
EXT. RIVER NEAR HOMETREE - DAY
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 --

55.
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.
NEYTIRI
This is shahaylu -- the bond. Feel her
heartbeat, her breath. Feel her strong
legs.
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.
NEYTIRI
You may tell her what to do --
(she touches her head)
-- inside. For now, say where to go.
JAKE
Forward.
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.
NEYTIRI
Again.
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
hooves.
Jake stands, covered in mud, as Tsu’tey stops his horse next

to him, looking down with disdain.
TSU’TEY
You should go away.

56.
JAKE
(to Neytiri)
I knew this guy could speak English.
Tsu’tey turns to Neytiri, who is leading the old mare back.
TSU’TEY
(subtitled)
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.
NEYTIRI
Again.
CUT TO:
OPS CENTER - NIGHT
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.
JAKE
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.
QUARITCH
I’m going to need accurate scans of all
these columns.
JAKE
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.
GRACE
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.
(MORE)

57.
GRACE (cont'd)
There’s a mobile link up at Site 26 that
we can work out of.
NORM
The Hallelujah Mountains?
GRACE
That’s right.
NORM
Yesssss!
(off Jake’s look)
The legendary Floating Mountains of
Pandora? Heard of them?
CUT TO:
EXT. RAINFOREST - AERIAL - DAY
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

compartment.
TRUDY
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.
TRUDY
Feel how small the moves are? You barely
have to think it, and the aircraft
reacts.
ON NORM -- reacting to tiny inputs from the hot lady-pilot.
THE SAMSON is dwarfed by enormous ARCHES OF ROCK.
GRACE
See these magnetic formations. We’re
getting close.
TRUDY
Yeah we are. Look at my instruments.
On the dash, many of the displays are fritzing out.

58.
GRACE
Yup. We’re in the flux vortex.
AHEAD, a cloud bank parts, revealing --
THE HALLELUJAH MOUNTAINS. Right in front of them.
NORM
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

disturbing.
Trudy turns, grinning at Jake.
TRUDY
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

panorama.
CUT TO:

59.
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
module.
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.
GRACE
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.
JAKE
Hey. You got a problem?
Norm turns to Grace, his frustration boiling over.
NORM
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
ambassador!?
GRACE
It’s not our choice, Norm.
He glowers at Jake.
NORM
Yeah, well I didn’t come out here to wash
the dishes while you’re on some
interspecies booty call.
He stalks off.
GRACE
He can’t go far.

60.
She points to Jake’s link.
GRACE
Let’s get you in.
CUT TO:
INT./EXT. HOMETREE - BANSHEE EYRIE
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.
JAKE
Holy shit.
NEYTIRI
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.
NEYTIRI
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.

61.
NEYTIRI
To become taronyu -- Hunter -- you must
choose your own ikran. And he must choose
you.
JAKE
When?
NEYTIRI
When you are ready.
The BANSHEE shivers with anticipation.
NEYTIRI
Heeyaaahh!
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:
INT. SHACK - NIGHT/EXT
STEREO VIDEO-LOG IMAGE -- Jake has just switched on the

camera. He looks tired.
JAKE
Do I have to do this? I need some rack.
GRACE, behind him, looks up from her MICROSCOPE, scowling.
GRACE
No -- now, when it’s fresh.
JAKE
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.
Repetition.
THIS THROWS US INTO A TEACHING MONTAGE:
JAKE AND NEYTIRI kneel together inside Hometree. Neytiri

touches her lips with her fingertips.

62.
JAKE
Seyri.
She touches her nose, her ears, her eyes in quick sequence.
JAKE
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.
NORM
Thank you?
JAKE
Ireiyo.
Norm comically exaggerates the pronunciation.
NORM
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.

63.
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
rush.
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
greeting.
GRACE
(Na’vi, subtitled)
I See you, Neytiri Mo’at’ite.
NEYTIRI
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.

64.
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 --
NEYTIRI
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.
OMIITED
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 --

65.
VIDEO-LOG IMAGE -- HUMAN JAKE talks into the lens. He’s

changing -- un-shaven, cheeks hollow. Pale.
JAKE
(smirking)
I just hope this treehugger shit isn’t on
the final.
Visible behind him, Grace is hunched over her samples.
GRACE
(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.
JAKE
Excuse me -- this is my video-log here,
okay?
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.

66.
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.
JAKE
(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.
NEYTIRI
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.
GRACE
You’re still losing weight. Here --
She hands him a microwaved burrito. He looks at the now alien

food. Bites into it without enthusiasm.
JAKE
I made a kill today. We ate it. I know
where that meal came from.

67.
GRACE
Other body. You need to take care of
this body.
JAKE
Yeah yeah.
GRACE
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.
JAKE
Get rid of this shit, then you can
lecture me.
GRACE
I’m telling you, as your boss and someone
who might even consider being a friend
someday, to take some down time.
JAKE
Not now. Tomorrow we leave for Iknimaya.
GRACE walks past Jake, starts making herself coffee.
GRACE
Yeah -- you’re gonna go ride a banshee.
Or die trying.
JAKE
That’s right, Grace. This is what I’ve
been working for.
GRACE
And this is your check up from the neck
up, Marine. You’re getting in way too
deep.
(she turns away)
Trust me, I learned the hard way.
Jake scans the pictures tacked up around Grace’s workstation.
JAKE
What did happen at the school?
GRACE looks up from making coffee. Her eyes track across the
pictures of the laughing children. Finally --

68.
GRACE
Neytiri’s sister -- Sylwanin -- stopped
coming to school. She was angry about
the clear-cutting.
GRACE sips her coffee, grimaces at the taste.
GRACE
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.
GRACE
The troopers pursued them to the
schoolhouse.
MACRO as she pours the milk -- her hand is SHAKING.
GRACE
They killed Sylwanin in the doorway.
Right in front of Neytiri. Then shot the
others.
(mildly)
I got most of the kids out, before they
shot me.
JAKE
Jesus.
GRACE
Yeah.
Jake realizes that Grace is on the verge of tears and

desperately trying to hide it.
GRACE
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.
GRACE
It’s a job. Learn what you can -- but
don’t get attached.

69.
GRACE looks at him with real PAIN in her eyes.
GRACE
It’s not our world, Jake. And we can’t
stop what’s coming.
CUT TO:
EXT. MOUNTAIN TRAIL - DAY
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
clouds.
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.
JAKE
We doin’ this?
Jake leaps to catch up as Tsu’tey and the hunters swarm up

the base of the beanstalk.
CUT TO:

70.
EXT. BEANSTALK - DAY
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
above.
EXT. MONS VERITATIS - DAY
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.
EXT. GROTTO/BANSHEE ROOKERY - DAY
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.

71.
TSU’TEY
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.
NEYTIRI
(whispering)
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.
JAKE
How will I know if he chooses me?
NEYTIRI
He will try to kill you.
JAKE
Outstanding.
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.
JAKE
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 --

72.
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.
JAKE
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.
NEYTIRI
First flight seals the bond. You cannot
wait.
Jake sits astride the creature, feeling its power. He grips

a hank of the beast’s main, and --
JAKE
Heeeyyyaaaah!
THWAP! THWAP! The banshee is off like a shot. Jake SCREAMS

as they PLUMMET off the cliff -- the banshee WAILS and --

73.
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.
JAKE
Shut the hell up!!
It does.
JAKE
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.

CUT TO:
INT./EXT. GROTTO/MONS VERITATIS - DAY
FLIGHT MONTAGE:
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.

74.
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.
CUT TO:
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.

75.
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.
CUT TO:
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.
GRACE
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.
TRUDY
There usually isn’t time to key the mike.
JAKE
The People call it Toruk.
NORM
(translating)
Last Shadow.
JAKE
Last one you ever see.
TRUDY
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
formation.
JAKE
That’s it.
GRACE
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.

76.
GRACE
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.
TRUDY
They’re coming back.
Jake pulls the chip, then hesitates. Torn by what he is

doing.
TRUDY
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.
JAKE
Hey, guys.
CUT TO:
INT. HOMETREE - NIGHT
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.
NEYTIRI
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.
JAKE
That’s a long time.
Neytiri takes his hand, because that’s what the Na’vi do when
they’re telling you something important.
NEYTIRI
Toruk Macto was mighty -- he brought the
clans together in a time of great sorrow.
All Na’vi people know this story.

77.
PUSH IN SLOWLY on the skull totem, then --

CUT TO:
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

wolfishly.
CU TSU’TEY, banking around Jake’s kill. Jake looks up, and

Tsu’tey SALUTES in grudging admiration.
CUT TO:
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.

78.
GRACE
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.
TSU’TEY
I thought -- enough drink -- you would
not be so ugly.
JAKE
Sorry.
Tsu’tey looks deep into the fire.
TSU’TEY
Your warriors -- hide inside machines --
fight from far away.
(he looks at Jake)
I did not think a sky person could be
brave.
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 --
NEYTIRI
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

dancers.
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
energy.
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.

79.
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.
MO’AT
(subtitled)
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.
CUT TO:
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 --

80.
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
months.
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.
JAKE
(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.
SELFRIDGE
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.
SELFRIDGE
See, I keep hooking it. It’s the damn
pack.
THE BALL drops into the mud just past a marker which reads
220. A TROOPER walks over to retrieve it.
SELFRIDGE
The low gravity and the high air density
cancel out so --
JAKE
You called us back to report -- you want
to hear it or not?
SELFRIDGE
Go ahead.
GRACE
Jake is making incredible progress, years
worth in just a few months. But -- we
need more time.

81.
SELFRIDGE
Not what I was hoping to hear.
It starts to rain. Selfridge calmly pulls an umbrella from

his golf bag and snaps it open.
GRACE
Parker, it’s their ancestral home.
They’ve lived there since before human
history began. You can spare them a few
more weeks.
SELFRIDGE
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.
QUARITCH
You’re not gettin’ lost in the woods, are
you son?
Jake can’t meet his eyes.
QUARITCH
Your last report was two weeks ago. I’m
starting to doubt your resolve. From what
I see, it’s time to terminate this
mission.
Jake eyes flare with alarm.
JAKE
No. I can do this.
QUARITCH
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
will.
Jake feels hollow inside, knowing what he’s done.

82.
QUARITCH
So you’ll get your legs back, like I
promised.
(puts his hand on Jake’s
shoulder)
It’s time to come in.
Jake ponders this. Isn’t this what he was doing all this for?
JAKE
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 --
JAKE
... and I can negotiate the terms of
their relocation.
QUARITCH
Then you need to get it done, Corporal.
CUT TO:
EXT. HALLELUJAH MOUNTAINS - NIGHT
Strange horizontal LIGHTNING branches through the floating

mountains, twisted by the magnetic fields. The sky is black
and heavy with clouds.
INT. SHACK KITCHEN - NIGHT
Jake is gulping black coffee like a tequila shot, looking

pretty STRUNG OUT. GRACE is smoking furiously.
GRACE
Jake, I can’t allow this. You’re just
not strong enough.
JAKE
It’s the last door -- I’m going through
it. You can help me or get out of the
way.
Jake pushes past her toward the corridor --
GRACE
(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.
(MORE)

83.
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.
NORM
Calibrating. Thirty seconds.
She puts her hands on his shoulders.
GRACE
No matter what you prove out there-- you
are still in here.
(shaking him)
Right here.
JAKE
I have to go all the way -- become one of
them--
GRACE
(furiously)
Goddammit, Jake, you can never be one of
them!
Norm looks up, startled at the VEHEMENCE in GRACE’ voice.
GRACE
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.
GRACE
(softening)
You can never truly be with her.
Jake stops, pinioned by the truth. He seems suddenly very

lost.
JAKE
You know why I’m here? Because Quaritch
sent me.
NORM
What?

84.
JAKE
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.
GRACE
And what about now, Jake?
JAKE
I’m not that guy any more.
Grace nods. She’s been on his journey every step of the way.
GRACE
I know.
JAKE
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

Hell.
NORM
They won’t understand what you’ve done.
JAKE
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.
GRACE
I know. I taught it to them.
JAKE
(pleading)
Grace. I’ve gotta go. They’re waiting.
NORM
Link is ready.
Grace stops him as he tries to close the lid.

85.
GRACE
Jake. You can’t carry this burden much
longer.
JAKE
(smiling wanly)
It’s okay. Mo’at says an alien mind
probably can’t survive the Dream Hunt
anyway.
Grace closes the lid. It feels like closing a coffin. She

watches his psionic patterns aligning to his avatar,
somewhere out in the night.
GRACE
(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.
NEYTIRI
When your Spirit Animal comes, you will
know.
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.
MO'AT
(subtitled)
Oh wise worm, eater of the Sacred Tree --
bless this worthy Hunter with a true
vision.

86.
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
scorpion.
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 --

87.
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.
MO'AT
It is finished.
Neytiri’s face is flooded with relief. The faces of the clan

elders look at Jake expectantly.
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
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.
MO'AT
(to Jake)
Something has come.
(to the others, subtitled)
It will take time for the meaning to be
clear.
She steps back, and Eytukan motions for Jake to stand. He

gets up, weakly.

88.
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

there.
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
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:
EXT. WILLOW GLADE
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.

89.
NEYTIRI
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.
JAKE
It’s like -- a sound you feel.
NEYTIRI
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.
NEYTIRI
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.
NEYTIRI
We have many fine women. Ninat is the
best singer --
JAKE
I don’t want Ninat.
NEYTIRI
There is Beyral -- she is a good hunter --
Jake puts his fingers on her lips to stop her.
JAKE
I’ve already chosen. But this woman must
also choose me.
She takes his hands and their fingers intertwine, moving

gently over each other.

90.
NEYTIRI
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.
NEYTIRI
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

undulations.
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.
JAKE
Neytiri, you know my real body is far
away, sleeping.
She raises up, placing her fingertips to his chest --
NEYTIRI
This body is real.
(she touches his forehead)
This spirit is real.
Her eyes are luminous, honest, infinitely deep.
NEYTIRI
When I was first your teacher, I hated
all Sky People. But you have also taught
me.
(whispering)
Spirit is all that matters.

91.
She lays her head down, against his chest, listening to his
heartbeat.
NEYTIRI
I am with you now, Jake. We are mated for
life.
JAKE
We are?
NEYTIRI
Yes. It is our way.
(innocently)
Oh. I forgot to tell?
He rouses up, making her look at him.
JAKE
Really, we are?
NEYTIRI
We are.
Jake considers this.
JAKE
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:
EXT. WILLOW GLADE - DAWN
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.

92.
NEYTIRI
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.
GRACE
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.
GRACE
(grinning)
She’s not going anywhere.
He sighs heavily and starts wolfing the eggs.
EXT. WILLOW GLADE - DAWN
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.
GRACE
And when was the last time you took a
shower? Jesus, Marine.
Jake pushes her hands away and pulls the lid down.
EXT. WILLOW GLADE
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.

93.
JAKE
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.
OPERATOR
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.
SUPERVISOR
(to Selfridge)
What do we do?
SELFRIDGE
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.
EXT. WILLOW GLADE
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

noise.
OPERATOR
I’m blind.
He pulls back on the throttles.

94.
EXT. WILLOW GLADE
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.
QUARITCH
Freeze it, right -- there.
ON MONITOR -- the image expands, until Jake’s face is clear,

frozen in an animal snarl.
SELFRIDGE
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.
QUARITCH
Get me a pilot!
CUT TO:
INT. COMMONS/HOMETREE - DAY
A RAIDING PARTY of hunters, their bodies painted, raise

weapons overhead. AVATAR GRACE watches with growing alarm.

95.
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
Tsu’tey will lead the war party!
Tsu’tey steps forward, face full of hate, raising a war cry

among the hunters.
GRACE
(subtitled)
Please -- this will only make it worse --
TSU’TEY
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.
JAKE
(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

fury.
TSU’TEY
You!
Tsu’tey walks right up and SLAMS Jake in the chest with both
hands. It is so unexpected, that Jake topples on his ass.
TSU’TEY
You mated with this woman?!
GRACE
Oh shit.
Jake stands. He reaches out for Neytiri. She goes to him,

clutching his hand.
MO'AT
Is this true?
NEYTIRI
(subtitled)
We are mated before Eywa. It is done.
Tsu’tey turns to Mo'at and Eytukan, his face anguished.

96.
TSU’TEY
(subtitled)
Neytiri was promised to me! Everything is
changing. Everything is being destroyed!
Tsu’tey points at Jake, his pain shifting to rage.
TSU’TEY
(subtitled)
These aliens kill everything they touch,
like poison.
MO'AT
Neytiri! If you choose this path, you can
never be Tsahik. Your life will be
wasted.
Neytiri looks at her mother -- sees the grief in her eyes.
NEYTIRI
I have chosen.
Tsu’tey draws his knife and --
TSU’TEY
Yeeeeeaaa!
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.
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
Stop! This is not a proper challenge.
Tsu’tey glares at Jake while sheathing his knife.
TSU’TEY
I challenge you.
GRACE
Jake, don’t --
JAKE
I accept.
CUT TO:

97.
INT./EXT. SAMSON - DAY
QUARITCH rides left seat as Trudy pilots through the

mountains. She glances at him, then toggles the aircom.
TRUDY
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.
QUARITCH
Did I tell you to announce us?
TRUDY
Sorry sir, it’s procedure.
INT. SHACK
Norm punches buttons on the comms console.
NORM
Samson One Six? Trudy?
(no answer)
Crap.
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.
GRACE
What the hell are you doing?
JAKE
It’s the only way to get him to goddamn
listen.
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.

98.
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.
NORM
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 --
JAKE
Are you out of your goddamn mind?!
QUARITCH
You crossed a line.
Quaritch PUNCHES HIM HARD. Jake flops back, dazed. The

troopers yank him out and ZIP-TIE his wrists.

99.
INT. COMMONS
TSU’TEY draws his KNIFE, and bends down, grabbing Jake by the
hair.
TSU’TEY
(subtitled)
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
fury.
Tsu’tey stands panting. He pushes through the crowd and walks

away, calling for his hunters.
CUT TO:
INT. OPS CENTER - DUSK
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.
QUARITCH
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.
GRACE
Parker, listen, there may still be time
to --
QUARITCH
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.

100.
GRACE
Or what, Ranger Rick? You gonna shoot
me?
(to Selfridge)
You need to muzzle your dog!
SELFRIDGE
Can we just take this down a couple
notches, please.
JAKE
(to Quaritch)
You say you want to keep your people
alive. Start by listening to her.
Jake nods to Grace to continue.
GRACE
(to Selfridge)
This is bad, Parker. Those trees were
sacred to the Omaticaya in a way you
can’t imagine.
SELFRIDGE
You know what? You throw a stick in the
air around here it falls on some sacred
fern.
GRACE
I’m not talking about pagan voodoo here --
I’m talking about something real and
measurable in the biology of the forest.
SELFRIDGE
(frustrated)
Which is what exactly?
Grace’s nerve fails. A rush of conflicting emotions -- the

need to act, to do something, colliding with her scientific
rigor.
GRACE
(to Jake)
I can’t do this. How am I supposed to
reduce years of work to a sound bite for
the illiterate?
JAKE
Just tell him what you know in your
heart.
She turns to Parker, steeling herself.

101.
GRACE
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 --
SELFRIDGE
That’s a lot I’m guessing.
GRACE
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
destroyed.
SELFRIDGE
What the hell have you people been
smoking out there? They’re just.
Goddamn. Trees.
GRACE
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.
QUARITCH
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
space.

102.
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.
QUARITCH
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.
GRACE
Parker, we have to talk, like rational
people.
SELFRIDGE
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.
INT. OPS CENTER - MORNING
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.
WAINFLEET
They hit with banshees first. Set the
ampsuit on fire. Driver’s toast.
Quaritch and Selfridge look on grimly.
QUARITCH
The rest of the squad?
WAINFLEET
Six bodies -- that’s all of ‘em. And the
equipment is totalled.
SELFRIDGE
Christ.

103.
INT. SELFRIDGE’S OFFICE - DAY
Selfridge is stares soberly as Quaritch outlines the plan.
QUARITCH
I can do it with minimal casualties to
the indigenous. We’ll clear them out
with gas first. It’ll be humane. More or
less.
Selfridge sighs and rubs his face.
QUARITCH
Hey, don’t go limp on me now. This is
exactly the incident we needed.
SELFRIDGE
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.
GRACE
They bulldozed a sacred site on purpose,
to trigger a response. They’re
fabricating this war to get what they
want.
NORM
I can’t believe that.
JAKE
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.
TRUDY
Sec-ops is rolling the gunships. They’re
gonna hit Hometree!
JAKE
When?
TRUDY
Now. We’re spooling up now! I gotta go.

104.
GRACE
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.
GRACE
Parker, wait. Stop! These are people
you’re about to --
SELFRIDGE
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
move.
GRACE
For God’s sake, there are children in
there. Babies!
JAKE
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.
SELFRIDGE
You’ve got one hour. Unless you want
your girlfriend in there when the axe
comes down, you get them to evacuate. One
hour.
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 --

105.
JAKE
(subtitled)
Eytukan, I have something to say, to
everyone.
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
Speak, Jakesully.
JAKE
(subtitled)
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.
JAKE
(subtitled)
You have to leave, or you will die.
MO'AT
Are you certain of this?
JAKE
They sent me here to learn your ways. So
one day I could bring this message, and
you would believe it.
NEYTIRI
What are you saying, Jake? You knew this
would happen?
He is unable to meet her eyes.
JAKE
Yes.
(anguished)
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 --
NEYTIRI
I trusted you, Jake!

106.
JAKE
Neytiri. Please, I only wanted to --
NEYTIRI
You will never be one of the People!
NEVER!
TSU’TEY yells to his HUNTERS --
TSUTEY
(subtitled)
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.
QUARITCH
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.
QUARITCH
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 --

107.
JAKE
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 --
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
Take the ikran! Attack from above!
Tsu’tey grabs some hunters and runs up the roots of Hometree.
IN THE COCKPIT Quaritch grows impatient.
QUARITCH
Alright, let’s get this done. Give me
forty millimeter gas rounds, right in the
front door.
GUNNER
Roger. CS forties. Going hot.
QUARITCH
Fire.
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.
EYTUKAN
(yelling/subtitled)
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.

108.
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.
MO’AT
You are one of us. Help us!
Jake takes the knife and cuts Grace free.
JAKE
We’ve gotta move! He’s gonna blow the
columns.
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.
QUARITCH
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.
TRUDY
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

glasses.

109.
QUARITCH
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.
QUARITCH
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.
JAKE
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.

110.
EYTUKAN
(subtitled)
Daughter -- take my bow. Protect the
People.
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.
JAKE
I’m sorry --
She shoves him away and stands, screaming at him as tears

stream down her face.
NEYTIRI
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.
SELFRIDGE
Pull the plug.
A TROOPER crosses to the console and grabs the handle of the

MASTER BREAKER --
EXT. RAINFOREST
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.

111.
She grabs the kids and pulls them away, leaving Grace’s
avatar helpless in the path of the flames. She hesitates,
then --
MO’AT
(subtitled)
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:
EXT. RAINFOREST - DUSK
ON A HILLSIDE -- a grieving Neytiri stands with Mo'at and the

Omaticaya refugees. Two hunters pull Grace’s avatar on a
travois.
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.
GRACE
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.
TRUDY
Personally I think steak’s too good for
these traitors.
GUARD
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.

112.
TRUDY
Oops.
(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.
MAX
That was unexpectedly satisfying.
Trudy plants a kiss on Norm as he runs out of the cell.
NORM
Baby, you rock.
Jake wheels out, grabbing the sidearm from the fallen trooper
as Trudy binds his wrists.
JAKE
(to Max and Trudy)
Thanks.
Jake faces his motley group, chambering a round.
JAKE
So what do you say? Time for a
revolution?
GRACE
I’m free.
Trudy grins and taps his fist.
JAKE
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.

113.
JAKE
(to Trudy)
Get your ship fired up.
Trudy nods. She grabs Norm and enters the airlock. Jake
turns to Max.
JAKE
Stay here. I need somebody on the inside
I can trust.
Max nods. Jake grips his hand tightly.

CUT TO:
EXT. AIRFIELD - NIGHT
IN THE SAMSON, Norm is helping Trudy race through the

preflight checks as the turbines spool up. A LIGHT hits
them.
An armored TROOPER approaches, aiming his AR at them.
TROOPER
I need you to shut down and step out of
the vehicle! Now!
JAKE rolls up behind him, aiming his pistol.
JAKE
Take it nice and easy, troop.
The trooper turns, sees the gun.
JAKE
On the ground, face down. Hands behind
your head.
The trooper hesitates.
GRACE
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.
JAKE
Go! Go! Go!

114.
INT. OPS CENTER - NIGHT
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.
EXT. OPS CENTER/AIRFIELD - NIGHT
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.
JAKE
Oh yeah, baby!
GRACE
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.
GRACE
This is gonna ruin my whole day.
JAKE
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.

115.
INT. SAMSON CABIN - NIGHT
Outside the windows, clouds and cliffs pass by, lit by

Polyphemus.
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.
TRUDY
Well, at least they won’t be able to
track us up here. Not this deep in the
vortex.
JAKE
It’s strongest at the Well of Souls,
right?
TRUDY
Yeah.
JAKE
Good, ‘cause that’s where we’re going.
TRUDY
Copy.
He gives Grace an ampule of morphine for the pain.
JAKE
I’m gonna get you some help, Grace.
GRACE
Forget it, it doesn’t matter.
Jake grabs her shoulders.
JAKE
No! The People can help you. I know it.
CUT TO:
EXT. WELL OF SOULS - AERIAL - DAWN
Dawn light paints the massive ARCHES of magnetic rock above

the Well of Souls.
Tiny as an insect, the SAMSON passes.

116.
JAKE (V.O.)
The Well of Souls. The heart of the
forest. I knew the People would go
there.
EXT. WELL OF SOULS - DAWN
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.
MO’AT
(subtitled)
Wise ancestors who live within Eywa,
guide us. Give us a sign.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST CLEARING - DAWN
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.
NORM
(low)
Tsu’tey is Olo’eyctan now. He’s not
going to let you get near that place.
JAKE
I’ve gotta try, Norm.

117.
Jake pulls the clamshell down and we --

CUT TO:
EXT. RUINS OF HOMETREE - DAY
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
him.
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.
JAKE
Come on, boy. Time to fly.
OMIITED
EXT. MOUNTAINS - DAY
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.

118.
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:
EXT. WELL OF SOULS - LATE AFTERNOON
The Omaticaya people lift their voices in a SONG filled with

tragic loss and yearning for deliverance.
CLOSE ON NEYTIRI, singing. A SHADOW CROSSES HER FACE. She

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.
NEYTIRI
(breathing the words)
Toruk Macto.
Neytiri raises her arms.
NEYTIRI
(shouting)
Toruk Macto!
ON THE FACES of the Omaticaya -- new hope dawning in their

eyes. WHISPERS flow among them, the words REPEATED --
CROWD
Toruk Macto... Toruk Macto...

119.
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.
NEYTIRI
I See you.
JAKE
(a hoarse whisper)
I See you.
Neytiri’s eyes brim with tears.
NEYTIRI
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 --
JAKE
(subtitled)
Tsu’tey of the Rongloa, son of Ateyo. I
stand before you, ready to serve the
People.
(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 --
TSU’TEY
I will fly with you.
JAKE
Ireiyo.
JAKE turns to the MATRIARCH.
JAKE
Grace is dying. I beg the help of the
Great Mother.
MO'AT
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.

120.
JAKE
Look where we are, Grace.
Her eyes flutter open. She looks up wonderingly at the Mother

Tree.
GRACE
(with a wan smile)
I need to take some samples.
Mo'at directs them to lay both bodies among the roots on the
altar-rock.
Mo’at touches Jake’s shoulder and he steps back.
MO’AT
(quietly)
The Great Mother may choose to save all
that she is --
Mo’at’s hand indicates Grace’s AVATAR --
MO’AT
-- in this body.
CU JAKE, realizing the enormity of what she’s saying.
JAKE
Is that possible?
MO’AT
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.
JAKE
Hang on, they’re gonna fix you up.
Grace is barely conscious. She grips his hand.
GRACE
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.

121.
GRACE
Help them. You do whatever it takes. You
hear me?
JAKE
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
explained.
ON HER HAND -- GRIPPING Jake’s convulsively, as she tries to

anchor herself to this world for a few more seconds --
GRACE
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.
JAKE
Grace!
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.

122.
MO’AT stops the chant. She crosses to Jake and kneels with
him, touching his shoulder.
MO’AT
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

CROWD.
JAKE
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.
JAKE
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
directions.
CUT TO:

123.
EXT. CLAN GATHERING - NIGHT
JAKE and NEYTIRI stand before the gathered members of ANOTHER

CLAN. Jake speaks as she translates. We don’t hear the
words.
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:
EXT. WELL OF SOULS - DAWN
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

eagles.
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
grotto.
JAKE, standing next to the Leonopteryx, watches his army

gathering.
CUT TO:
INT. COMMISSARY - DAY
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.
QUARITCH
People, you are fighting for survival.
There’s an aboriginal horde out there
massing for an attack. First slide.

124.
The display shows an overhead image of the Well of Souls. It

looks like Woodstock in the jungle.
QUARITCH
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.
QUARITCH
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.
SELFRIDGE
This thing is completely out of control!
Quaritch ignores him, turning away to focus on ordnance

loading.
SELFRIDGE
Listen to me! I am not authorizing you to
turn the mine-workers local into a
freakin’ militia!

125.
QUARITCH
I declared threat condition red. That
puts all on-world assets under my
command.
SELFRIDGE
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

ampsuit.
QUARITCH
You’re a long way from Earth.
Selfridge is paralyzed. Physical force -- against him?

Quaritch releases him and walks away.
QUARITCH
(to his men)
Get him out of here.
Several troopers converge on Selfridge.
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.
MAX
I don’t know how secure this channel is.
JAKE
Talk fast.
MAX
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
campaign.
TRUDY
Frickin’ daisycutters.

126.
NORM
Holy shit.
JAKE
(to Max)
Can you talk to Selfridge? Maybe we can
cut some kinda deal before this thing
goes all the way.
MAX
No, Quaritch has taken over. He’s
rolling and there’s no stopping him.
JAKE
When?
MAX
Oh six hundred tomorrow.
Jake takes that in.
JAKE
Thanks.
Max signs off.
NORM
We’re screwed.
TRUDY
You know he’s gonna commit those bombers
straight to the Well of Souls.
JAKE
That’s right. Because I gave it to him
on a plate.
TRUDY
We both did.
NORM
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.
JAKE
Then I guess we better stop him.
Jake looks like he’s about to collapse. He’s gaunt, eyes

deeply shadowed, hands shaking.
TRUDY
You need to get some rack.

127.
He grabs a packet of freeze-dried crystals and pours them

directly into his mouth, chewing them up.
JAKE
Gonna have to settle for coffee.
CUT TO:
EXT. BATTLE CAMP - DUSK
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.
JAKE
(Na’vi/subtitled)
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.
TRUDY
(low)
You know our chances suck.
JAKE
Yeah.
TRUDY
Going up against gunships with bows and
arrows...
JAKE
What’s your point?

128.
TRUDY
(nodding)
Right.
She taps his fist and walks away toward her SAMSON.
CUT TO:
EXT. WELL OF SOULS - NIGHT
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
world.
Jake steps forward. The willow-like tendrils SWAY toward

him, moving in a breeze that isn’t there.
JAKE
I’ve never done this in my life.
He squats at the base of the tree.
JAKE
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.
JAKE
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.
JAKE
More Sky People are gonna come. They’re
gonna come like a rain that never ends --
Neytiri approaches silently behind him, listening.
JAKE
-- until they’ve covered the world.
Unless we stop them.
(MORE)

129.
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.
NEYTIRI
Our Great Mother does not take sides.
She protects only the balance of life.
She comes to him, intertwining her long fingers with his.
JAKE
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 --
A SERIES OF RHYTHMIC CUTS:
MAGAZINES are slammed into automatic weapons. AMMO BELTS are

fed into rotary cannons. MISSILES are attached to gunship
stub-wings.
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
wash.
EXT. RAINFOREST/ AERIAL - DAWN
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

wave.

130.
EXT. MOUNTAINS/ AERIAL - DAWN
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.
EXT. MOUNTAINS - DAWN
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.
WAINFLEET
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.
QUARITCH
Fire for effect.
The entire line of troopers opens fire. TRACERS riddle the

jungle, blasting foliage into confetti.

131.
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

scattering.
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 --
NORM
Jake! Jake! We’re falling back!
SURVIVING NA’VI flee the horrific onslaught. It is a total

rout.
IN THE DRAGON, Quaritch catches glimpses of the figures

streaming through the forest below.

132.
QUARITCH
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.
TROOPERS
Yeah baby! Get some!
GROUND TROOPS ADVANCE, firing flamethrowers, AR’s and GAU-

90’s.
EXT. FLOATING MOUNTAINS - AERIAL
Quaritch’s fleet flies into the shadow of the Mountain of

Truth.
QUARITCH
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.

133.
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 --

134.
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.
TRUDY
You’re not the only ones with guns, you
pricks.
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 --

135.
The SAMSON hits it hard. The net fouls the ship, FLIPPING IT
backwards. It crashes upside down to the forest floor.
KABOOM!!
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 --
QUARITCH
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.
TROOPER
Target in sight.
CIRCLING ABOVE, Tsu’tey falls in beside Jake, who talks to

him by AIRCOM HEADSET.
JAKE
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.

136.
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.
EXT. RAINFOREST
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.
WAINFLEET
I hear this is worse than death for you,
chief.
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.
TROOPER
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 --

137.
EXT. WELL OF SOULS
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.
JAKE
What the hell -- ?
The wild banshees wheel among the ships, ripping into them.
ON JAKE -- slowly getting it. EYWA is in the fight.
JAKE
WHOO-HOOOO!
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.

138.
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.
WAINFLEET
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!
WAINFLEET
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 --

139.
MAX
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.
EXT. MOUNTAINS/ AERIAL
JAKE SIGNALS and a formation of hunters rolls in, diving at

the lead shuttle, which is already besieged by winged
creatures.
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 --

140.
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.
PILOT
Mains to a hundred percent! Get me
airspeed!
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.
PILOT
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.
PILOT
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.
QUARITCH
Get back here you worthless pukes!

141.
PILOT
Are we breaking off?
Quaritch draws his pistol.
QUARITCH
What do you think?
He is over the edge-- no logic in his brain now. Only death.
INT. OPS CENTER/CORRIDOR
Techs and troopers crowd around consoles, listening to all

the yelling and confusion as they try to plot the
disintegrating battle.
SELFRIDGE
(in growing alarm)
What the hell is going on out there?
CUT TO:
EXT. RAINFOREST
Regular troopers and volunteers FLEE through the jungle,

scrambling to board SAMSONS as they touch down.
INT. DRAGON COCKPIT
The pilot listens to comms from Hell’s Gate.
PILOT
Sir, all ground units are falling back to
the LZ.
Quaritch’s jaw clenches.
QUARITCH
Stay on target.
EXT. WELL OF SOULS
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.
INT. DRAGON COCKPIT
Quaritch sets the target cursor on the MOTHER TREE and what
we recognize is the ghostly figure of Mo'at.
QUARITCH
Switch missiles. Arm all pods.

142.
PILOT
Arming.
QUARITCH
Let’s see what these blue bastards do
when I bitch-slap their goddess.
EXT. MOUNTAINS/ AERIAL
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.
QUARITCH
(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 --

143.
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.
JAKE
(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.
TRUDY
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 --
NORM
No!
TRUDY
(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.

144.
Norm takes a few steps and drops to his knees. Imploded by

grief.
INT. OPS CENTER/ HELL’S GATE
ON THE PLOTTING DISPLAY as Quaritch’s TRANSPONDER ICON

disappears.
TROOPER
Dragon is down. It’s off the board.
SELFRIDGE
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 --
SELFRIDGE
Oh shit.
Selfridge DIVES as --
K-RASHHHHH! The SPINNING TEETH of the SLASH-CUTTER tear

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.

145.
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.
QUARITCH
Nothing’s over while I’m breathing.
JAKE
Kinda hoped you’d say that.
QUARITCH SURGES forward. JAKE closes fast, snatching up the

broken CANNON as --

146.
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.
QUARITCH
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 --

147.
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 --

148.
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.
TSU’TEY
(Na’vi)
I See you, Jakesully.
JAKE
I See you, Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan.
TSU’TEY
Are the people safe?
JAKE
They’re safe.
Tsu’tey weakly clutches his severed queue.
TSU’TEY
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,
Jakesully.
JAKE
No. I’m not officer material.
TSU’TEY
It is decided. Now do the duty of
Olo’eyctan. Set my spirit free.
JAKE
I’m not killing you.
TSU’TEY
I am already dead.

149.
JAKE
No.
TSU’TEY
It is the way. And it is good. I will be
remembered --
Tsu’tey’s voice is weak, but thick with emotion.
TSU’TEY
-- 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.
JAKE
(Na’vi)
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

Gate.
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:

150.
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
world.
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.
JAKE
The science guys will keep the lights on,
here. But I won’t miss this place.
EXT. WELL OF SOULS - NIGHT
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 --

151.
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


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AVATAR

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

EXT. CITY - NIGHT

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

JAKE SULLY, a scarred and scruffy combat vet, sitting in a

Jake stares upward at the levels of the city. MAGLEV TRAINS

INT. JAKE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

The room is a tiny CUBICLE, prison cell meets 747 bathroom.

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Jake laboriously pulls his pants off -- rocking to one side,

Jake struggles with his pants a long time.

INT. ROWDY BAR -- NIGHT

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

A WALL-SIZED SCREEN filled with the World Cup game -- men

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

CU JAKE -- not looking away.

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

TRACKING WITH HIM as he rolls forward.

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Jake stops, unnoticed, next to the bullying man. He leans

The chair flips. The guy goes down HARD and --

JAKE hurls himself from the wheelchair, toppling on the guy,

EXT. ALLEY BEHIND BAR -- NIGHT

Jake struggles to rise on one elbow. He’s bleeding and

He collapses onto his back, panting.

He stares upwards at the levels of the city. MAGTRAINS ROAR

CAMERA PULLS BACK high and wide, as Jake lies spread-eagled

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

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Jake sees two pairs of SHINY SHOES stop next to him. He

TWO MEN. Matching suits. Their features unremarkable and

INT. MUNICIPAL CREMATORIUM - NIGHT

DOWN-ANGLE on a large rectangular cardboard box. HANDS ENTER

WIDER, showing Jake and the two agents in a high tech

The ATTENDANT closes the box and seals it with a tape

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

INSIDE THE FURNACE the burners quickly eat away the

JAKE’S FACE, in icy darkness. CLOSE ON his eyes -- they OPEN

JAKE’S POV -- the inside of a metal coffin. A SERVO WHINE

INT. CRYO VAULT

JAKE’S POV -- A TECH in medical scrubs FLOATS WEIGHTLESSLY

Jake squints as the lights flicker on, revealing --

WIDE SHOT -- the multi-tiered CRYO VAULT. Hundreds of CRYO-

TIME CUT -- SCORES OF PEOPLE emerge from their cryo-capsules

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FOLLOWING JAKE as he pushes away from his capsule, gliding to

Against the cold infinity of stars glides an INTERSTELLAR

A GAS-GIANT PLANET called POLYPHEMUS, ringed with dozens of

The ISV diminishes away from us toward the largest MOON-- a

EXT. PANDORA ORBIT

ISV Venture Star drifts above a spectacular vista -- the

CLOSE ON ISV -- two massive “VALKYRIE” SHUTTLES are mated to

As the shuttle moves away, descending toward Pandora, we hear

EXT. RAINFOREST - TWILIGHT

FLYING OVER A LANDSCAPE of massive cliffs and towering mesas

Suddenly the carpet of virgin rainforest gives way to --

AN OPEN-PIT MINE. A lifeless crater -- as if a giant cookie-

And beyond the mine is the HUMAN COLONY --