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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:

EXT. RAINFOREST - NIGHT

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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