Excuse me, how is the script of Avatar written?

Appreciation of the Movie Script of Avatar

Jack:-They are adjusting its nervous system. Or something like that. They give me this kind of entertainment because only I can connect Tommy, an expensive avatar.

(turning his head)

Is that right? I can say anything in this video log.

Zoom in and see Norman and Max busy.

Yes, you just need to get into the habit of recording everything-what you see and feel-which is all part of science. With good observation data, science can be done well.

Jack: OK.

(back)

So, here I am. Doing science. (Looking around) Never been in the lab.

Max: Turn it off. It's time to meet your boss for the next five years.

He took Jack and Norman through the short corridor and came to-

Camera switch to:

Connecting rooms, at night:

There is a mental connection unit in the connection room, like a coffin, with crossed magnetic resonance imaging scanners inside.

Norman: Grace Augustine is a legend. She is the head of the Avatar project, and she also wrote that book-I mean the real book-about the botany of Pandora.

Max: (depressed) That's because she is more interested in plants than people.

Dr. Grace Augustine sat up from her connecting device, stretched and rubbed her neck, which was exhausted from keeping the same movements for a long time. She is fifty years old, with a strong face and extremely clever eyes.

Grace: (yelling) Who took my damn cigarette? !

A staff member hurried over and gave her a lit cigarette. When Grace shouted, people around her jumped up in surprise.

Grace looked angry when Jack, Norman and Max approached.

Max: This is her, Cinderella at the ball. Grace, I want you to meet Norman spelman and Jay-

Grace: Norman, I hear you are great. How do you speak Nami?

Norman: (Nami) When we first met, all the mothers were smiling.

Grace nodded with satisfaction and then smoked a cigarette.

Grace: Yes, just a little stiff.

Norman: I have a lot to learn.

They talked fluently in Nami and let Jack hang up, so Jack had to wait.

Max: Well, Grace, this is Jack Shu-

Grace: (turning to Jack) Yes, yes, I know who you are, but I don't need you. I want your brother. (Turning to Max:) You know-a doctor who has been training for this project for three years.

Jack: He's dead. I know this has caused inconvenience to everyone.

Grace: How many experiments have you done? Have you ever used a gas chromatograph?

Jack: No.

Grace: Have you ever done any actual laboratory work?

Jack: I did it in high school chemistry class, but I forgot all about it.

Grace suddenly turned to Max: Did you see that? You saw it? They peed directly on our heads and didn't even pretend it was raining! (turns around) I'm going to find Sal Foric.

She pushed Jack away and left.

Max: Grace, this is not a good idea.

But she was out of the door, and her heavy footsteps came from the corridor. Max gave Jack a painful look.

Max: Be here at eight o'clock sharp tomorrow. Try using some big words.

Camera switch to:

Military operations center, dusk:

It looks like an airport dispatching tower, with many screens and many big windows, and you can see the area clearly.

Parker selfridge, the librarian, took out a golf ball from a recently opened golf box and put it on the ground.

Foric is young, charming and dedicated. Some people say that he is ruthless.

He stood still, and with a light blow, the golf ball rolled across the room to a practice cup. When Grace came, he looked up.

Grace: Parker, I thought you just ignored us, but now I find you are against us.

Grace, you know how much I enjoyed our conversation.

Grace: I want an assistant researcher, not a retired jarhead.

Selfridge hit the ball with his head down.

Grace kicked the cup away and the ball rolled aside.

Selma Foric looked at her and sighed.

Foric: Actually, we are lucky to have him.

Grace asked as Selma Foric walked slowly to get the ball: Lucky? What do you mean by lucky?

Foric: OK-your man is lucky to have a twin brother, and this brother is not an oral hygienist or anything. We can use the navy. I appointed him as the security guard of your team.

Grace: The last thing I need is an asshole who likes to shoot!

Foric: Listen, all you have to do is win the hearts of those aborigines. Isn't this all for your little puppet show? If you look like them and talk like them, do they trust you?

Selma Foric went to a nearby office behind a glass. Grace, come on.

Foric: But that would be-how many years later? Our relationship with the aborigines will only get worse!

Grace: It happens all the time when you point a machine gun at them.

There is a magnetic base on selfridge's desk, and a metal rock floats in the invisible air.

Pure UNOBTANIUM.

(Note: This is a fabricated word, and there is no Chinese. This word is used in spoken language to refer to rare, expensive or completely impossible materials. Reader: We want to read Chinese! Psychopaths and lunatics are sweating: give me a break, I really can't find Chinese! )

He picked up a small stone with his thumb and forefinger and put it in front of Grace.

Foric: That's why we're here. UNOBTANIUM. Because this little gray stone can be worth 20 million yuan per kilogram. There is no other reason. This is the source of funding for our dance. This is also the source of your funding for science.

Understand? (Psychopaths and lunatics Note: The original text is "Comprendo?" It's Spanish. )

He put it back on the base.

Foric: These savages are dangerous to our work. We are on the brink of war, and you need to find a diplomatic solution. So do something for me with what you have.

Camera switch to:

Connecting rooms, day:

The next morning, Grace, Norman and Jack walk to their connection unit. Jack glanced at the sealed glass. In the adjacent room (the surrounding room), Jack's avatar is lying on the bed, breathing Pandora's air slowly. Norman's head is lying on the second bed. Both of them were observed by medical technicians wearing oxygen masks.

Norman slipped into his connection box and skillfully put on the biosensor.

Grace: What time is your connecting flight?

Norman: 520 hours.

Grace stared at Jack clearly.

Jack: It seems-an hour.

Grace: Tell me you're joking.

Grace turned on Jack's connection device. Jack began to get out of the wheelchair. She came to help him, but-

Jack: No! I can do it myself.

Grace stepped back and raised her hand. He dragged himself into the junction box.

Grace: So you came to this hostile environment without any training to see how things developed? What are you thinking about?

He stared at Grace with provocative eyes.

Jack: Maybe I'm just tired of doctors telling me what not to do.

Grace watched him drag his disabled legs into the junction box with his hands.

Jack settled down in the warm gelatinous lining of the junction box. It seems to hold him tight. Grace adjusted his biosensor, put down the lid-

Grace: Relax and hold your head up. This shouldn't be difficult for you.

Jack: Well, I started daydreaming. ...

But the lid slammed down and held back the words.

Max: Start the connection.

A worker in charge of connection pressed some control keys.

A huge screen shows a three-dimensional scan of Jack's brain. The color of each area will change.

Max: That's a great brain. Very active.

Grace: Keep watching. (Walking away) Okay, I'm going in.

Staff: 40% match. He is changing.

Max is looking at a display screen, which shows the calibration process of Jack's "Avatar" nervous system and his own nervous system-the merger of two ghostly optical networks.

Max: Here it is. Found the way home.

Detail drawing of jack in connecting device. His eyes moved under his eyelids as if he were asleep—

In Jack's mind, the glowing colored ribbon condenses into a lighted tube, and then-

Shining white light-whoosh! Dissolve into overexposed and out-of-focus images. Two fuzzy masked faces are looking down at him.

Close-up of Jack Avatar-Two eager eyes filled the whole screen and the pupils contracted. The golden iris quivers with the injection of life.

Max: He came in.

Staff: 99% match. The connection is stable.

Jack winked and sat up slowly from the bed. He looked down at the body of his head and touched his chest with one hand.

Max: Slow down, Jack. We need to check your motor nerve control ability. Try touching your fingertips.

But jack wouldn't listen. He stared at his leg. He carefully moved them out of bed-

His blue feet are on the ground, supporting his weight.

Jack stood up and felt the strength of his legs. His expression is childlike surprise.

The camera cut into his line of sight-looking down at the medical technicians, who all looked at the 9-foot-tall child.

He saw something like a blue tentacle wrapped around his arm, and he turned suddenly in panic. His tail.

When he turned to look at it, with a loud noise, his tail swept away some instruments on the table. Jack grinned at Max.

Medical Technician: Relax, Jack. I want you to sit down-

But jack took steps and steps. The wires of those biological instruments were all tense, so he simply pulled them out.

Max: Jack! Wait, we have to run some tests-

But Jack pushed away the medical technician who protested to him, walked to the door, and-

"Avatar" residential area, Japan:

Jack was exposed to the sun and blinked at the morning sun. He found him in the residential area of Avatar, where he lived and trained.

Not far away, two heads are playing basketball one-on-one in front of a highly irregular basket. Others do their daily activities beside the residential area.

Jack moved his leg-jumped up-landed unsteadily, but his expression was happy.

He took a few steps and then ran away. He didn't hear someone calling him in some places-he was running. Run!

He found himself in the garden of a residential area, parked in front of rows of carefully cared-for exotic plants. He lowered his head and let his feet move in the warm soil. Then take a deep breath-indulge in these strange smells-land, plants and nearby forests. He looked at the footprints left by the alien barefoot.

Hey, Navy!

Jack turned around in a familiar voice and saw-

Avatar, an elegant woman, came to him. "Avatar" Grace is noble, with leopard-like thighs, flat but strong abdomen and strong chest like an athlete. She is wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. If calculated by human age, she is 35 years old.

Jack: Grace?

Grace: Who do you think it is, idiot? Take it!

She threw him a Pandora's fruit and he caught it.

Grace: Motor nerve control looks good.

Jack took a bite of the fruit and the juice ran down his chin.

Norman: Hey, look at this.

Jack turned to look at Norman's Avatar. He poses as a bodybuilder-chest and back.

Norman: I am a living God.

Camera switch to:

My, day:

Wide-angle lens: a platform of UNOBTANIUM mine. There was a silence, and then-

Mao! The whole platform was blown apart by a serial explosion and flew into the air. The explosion loosened hundreds of tons of stones.

Telephoto lens: A huge forklift shoveled a large shovel of rich ore and dumped it in the bucket of a dump truck.

Rainforest, day:

A steel wall. The blade of the bulldozer destroyed everything in its path and set fire to the trees.

The camera was opened and a clear cutting line appeared beside the mine. In the jungle, a road was opened. Far away, many three-story bulldozers are cutting down the crown of trees.

One of the bulldozers was spinning its machete. A rotating and evil head was mounted on a pair of hydraulic arms. It broke a huge tree trunk and scattered wooden grenades into the air.

This heavy machine is guarded by some MK-6 mobile amplification platforms. Colonel Quaritch walked, leading a small group of armored soldiers with oxygen masks and very powerful large automatic weapons.

A Banxi beast, a terrible overlord in the air, swooped down on them from the sky three meters away. We caught a glimpse of fangs shining like glass—

Mao! Quaritch fired three shots with his huge gun, and the creature fell screaming.

It landed nearby, and Quaritch shot twice more accurately. The recruits stared at its barracuda teeth.

Quaritch: Be more knowledgeable. This is the Banxi beast. A small one. Look, they like the fresh meat I brought. Obviously, their teeth are sharp. So, make your movements brighter. If it moves, shoot. If you're not sure it's moving-shoot! If it looks like a bunch of flowers you want to take home to Celiruton Grozzi, shoot it!

what are you going to do？

Armored soldier: report to the officer and shoot!

Quaritch: Good. Let's get to work.

Quaritch led his team into the dark forest, and his eyes wandered around. On the flank of the squad, Lyle Winfrey wore AMP armor and stepped on the bushes with huge feet. When he lowered his eyes, he saw something on the road ahead-an intricate totem woven from branches, bones and feathers hanging on the road, like a spider's web.

He broke the net with a gun bore and took off the totem. On his way forward, he threw it into the mud and crushed it.

At dusk, the avatar's long room:

Jack sat on a wooden bed, a tropical hut with a beam ceiling and an open face covered with a screen. Others are sleeping in the bed, hanging mosquito nets around the canvas bed. Jack held the end of his twisted braid in one hand.

The camera zooms in on the braid-the tail of the hair twists with its own vitality, just like the tentacles of a sea monster.

Jack: This is really strange.

Grace turned off the ceiling.

Grace: Lights out, friends. See you at dinner.

Jack sat in the twilight, listening to the scratching and crying from the forest. Finally, he lay down, closed his eyes, and-

Connecting rooms, at night:

Close-up of human jack-his eyes are open.

Jack blinked in a daze. Max opened the lid of his connecting unit.

In the hut next door, Grace sat up, yawned and moved her neck. Panicked staff rushed over with a lit cigarette.

Grace: (lowers her head) Damn it. A old bones.

Jack dragged himself out of the connecting device and struggled with his legs.

Camera switch to:

Supply, in the morning:

Jack, Norman, Grace and other "drivers" of Avatar, as well as miners, soldiers and other staff, sat around and wolfed down their breakfast. Grace is having a heated working conversation with another scientist.

Jack was talking around alone. He noticed the pilot Trudy Chacon coming in his flight suit.

She is a powerful former navy. She has flown thousands of hours on rocky land.

Trudy: Nimesuli, the colonel wants to see you in the armory.

Jack glanced at Norman and stood up from the table.

He followed Trudy away in a wheelchair.

Grace watched him leave unhappily.

Camera switch to:

Arsenal, morning:

Jack and Trudy go into the armory and walk under a tilted propeller being repaired. There are fully armed scorpion attack aircraft and several Aerospatiale SA-2 samson transport aircraft. Some people are doing hard and boring work: loading them with cannons and rocket launchers.

Jack: You are loading some very heavy guys.

Trudy: Yeah. Because we are not the only people flying in the sky here. Or, not the biggest.

I want you to be my doorman. I am not tall enough.

Jack: OK, no problem.

She held out her fist and he hit her gently with it.

Trudy: I'll wait for you at the 09 stop line.

(She reaches out and points)

Here he comes.

Jack rocked his wheelchair along the central corridor of the armory and passed several rows of AMP armor parked on the shelf. The staff crawled around on the armor and loaded them with some weapons with cranes and elevators.

At the end of these queues is a temporary gymnasium. Quaritch is lifting a big, heavy disc.

Quaritch: This gravity makes you weak.

(Give the last one)

If you are weak, Pandora will kill you without warning.

Quaritch put the equipment away and sat up, sweating, but not breathing.

I read your records, corporal. Venezuela-that's a rotten bush. But it's worse here. Son, you have the guts to come here.

Jack: I found it-another place full of decay, degradation and injury.

Quaritch smiled appreciatively and patted him on the shoulder.

The chief of staff shouted to this side from the nearest AMP armor-

The servo system is ready, colonel. Would you like to have a try?

Jack followed Quaritch to AMP Armor.

Quaritch: I was discharged several years before you. In a few years. I went to Nigeria twice, and my skin was not broken. I got here, and-