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AVATAR
written by
James Cameron
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THE SOUND OF DRUMSfrom a great distancegrowing louder.
FADE IN:
WE ARE FLYING through mista dimly glimpsed forest below.
VOICE (V.O.)
When I was lying there in the VA
hospitalwith a big hole blown through
the middle of my lifeI started having
these dreams of flying.
We are very low over the forest nowgliding fastthe drums
BUILDING to a PEAK --
VOICE (V.O.)
Sooner or later thoughyou always have
to wake up...
CUT TO:
EXT. CITY - NIGHT
A SCREECH OF BRAKES as a vehicle WIPES FRAMErevealing --
JAKE SULLYa scarred and scruffy combat vetsitting in a
beat up carbon-fiber wheelchair. At 22his 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 tracksagainst a sky of garish
advertizing.
JAKE (V.O.)
They can fix a spinalif you’ve got the
money. But not on vet benefitsnot in
this economy.
The traffic light changes and Jake pushes forward with the
crowdpumping 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 CUBICLEprison cell meets 747 bathroom.
Narrow cotwall-screen droning away in the B.G. --
PERKY NEWSCASTER
The Bengal tigerextinct for over a
centuryis making a comeback. These
cloned tiger cubs at the Beijing Zoo
are...
Jake laboriously pulls his pants off -- rocking to one side
pushing the fabric down past his hipthen rocking to the
otherand 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 tableBALANCING his chairfront
wheels off the groundwhile holding a tequila shot on his
forehead. ONLOOKERSincluding some other disabled vets
CLAP and WHOOP.
Jake grabs the glassSLAMS down the shot as they cheer.
A WALL-SIZED SCREEN filled with the World Cup game -- men
RUNNING on antelope legs.
CU JAKEwatching 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 POVseeing 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 armshoutingraising his
fist. An eternal tableau. People look away.
CU JAKE -- not looking away.
JAKE (V.O.)
You want a fair dealyou’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.
2.
JAKE (V.O.)
It’s just the way things are. And nobody
does a damn thing.
Jake stopsunnoticednext 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 wheelchairtoppling on the guy
getting a grip on him like a pit bull and PUNCHING the crap
out of himright there on the floor.
THE BOUNCER jumps intrying to drag him off and it goes into
SLOW MOTIONeverybody 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 doorsending him SPRAWLING on
the pavement. A moment laterhis chair CRASHES down on him
banging across the alleylanding in the trash.
Jake struggles to rise on one elbow. He’s bleeding and
bruisedbut still crazed and ready to fight.
JAKE
I hope you realize you’ve just lost a
customer!
He collapses onto his backpanting.
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 thereblinking --
then shouts jauntily to no one in particular --
JAKE
If it ain’t rainin’ we ain’t trainin’!
CAMERA PULLS BACK high and wideas Jake lies spread-eagled
amongst the trashgetting drenched.
TWO LONG SHADOWS enter FRAMEcoming to rest across him.
3.
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
FRAMEpulling 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 befor
the paper in his wallet.
WIDERshowing Jake and the two agents in a high tech
CREMATORIUM -- a row of stainless steel furnaces. Jake
stares down at his own face.
JAKE
JesusTommy.
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
dispenserlike 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 scientistnot me. He was the one
who wanted to get shot light years out
into space to find the answers.
4.
PUSHING IN ON JAKE as he watchesbathed 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 isfor a momentwreathed in flame
but not touched by itas we --
DISSOLVE TO:
JAKE’S FACEin icy darkness. CLOSE ON his eyes -- they OPEN
suddenlyand he takes a sharp breath.
JAKE’S POV -- the inside of a metal coffin. A SERVO WHINE
and we are movingemerging 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 onrevealing --
WIDE SHOT -- the multi-tiered CRYO VAULT. Hundreds of CRYO-
CAPSULES are opening like morgue drawersas med techs pull
themselves about in ZERO-Gtending to their patients.
JAKE
(a hoarse whisper)
Are we there?
MED TECH
We’re thereSunshine.
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 themusing his announcement voice.
MED TECH
Peopleyou have been in cryo for five
yearsnine months and twenty two days.
You will be hungryyou will be weak. If
you feel nauseaplease use the sacks
provided for your convenience. The staff
thanks you in advance.
5.
FOLLOWING JAKE as he pushes away from his capsulegliding to
the LOCKERS across the aislehis 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 trainwe realize this thing is ENORMOUS -- over half
a mile long. PAN WITH IT 180 to REVEAL --
A GAS-GIANT PLANET called POLYPHEMUSringed 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 awayits thrusters FIRING in short bursts.
As the shuttle moves awaydescending toward Pandorawe hear
the sound of DRUMSbuildinglouder 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 landscapevast and forbidding.
The trees are alienthe color too cyan. There are
waterfallsriversand 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 --
6.
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 towersthe 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 canopywe see the VALKYRIE
thunder overhead. Camera TILTS with it until leaves block
the view.
A BLUE INHUMAN HAND reaches INTO SHOTparting the foliage to
reveal the shuttle hover-taxiing across the compound.
REVERSE -- ECU of two intensecat-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 JAKEwho’s turning his this way and
that trying to figure out the straps.
CREW CHIEF
Remember peopleyou lose your mask
you’re unconscious in 20 seconds and
you’re dead in four minutes. Let’s nobody
be dead todayit looks bad on my report.
The crew chief stops by Jake long enough to bark --
CREW CHIEF
Exopack onlet’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 aisleswith duffles
ready. Rows of tenseexpectant faces in breathing masks --
and we DIP DOWN to find Jakewheelchair putting him at the
level of everyone else’s WAISTS.
7.
THE CARGO RAMP OPENS with a hydraulic whine.
CREW CHIEF
Go directly into the base! Do not stop!
Go straight inside!
HAND-HELDrunning 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
backhardenedand haggard.
WAINFLEET
Look at all that new meat.
THEIR POV -- Jake rolls down the ramp.
FIKE
Check it outman. Meals on wheels.
WAINFLEET
That is just wrong.
Jakepumping his chairlooks around as --
A huge TRACTORtaller than a houseROARS past on muddy
wheels. He notices something sticking in the tires --
ARROWS. The neolithic weapons are jarring amid all the
advanced technology.
Beyond the tractortwo VTOL vehicles take off. Armored and
heavily armedthey are AT-99 “
SCORPION” GUNSHIPS.
MITSUBISHI MK-6 AMPSUITS -- human operated walking machines 4
meters tall -- patrol the perimeter. They are heavily
armoredand 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 pastSOMETHING SWOOPS down behind him and --
8.
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 fencetail 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 CENTERseen from abovea UNIFORMED
FIGURE grips the railingwatching 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 armsbelow tightly rolled sleevesseem
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
