Blade: Trinity

FADE IN:

EXT. IRAQI DESERT - DAWN

Harsh sunlight beats down over a bleak, unforgiving stretch of

rocky desert. Amidst this desolation rise the ruins of an

ancient Sumerian ziggurat, a massive stepped pyramid of mud

brick that was once the center of the city known as Ur.

SUPER TITLE:
SOUTHEASTERN IRAQ, DHI QAR PROVINCE

SIX MONTHS AGO:

AN EMACIATED SHEEP HERDER

kneels by the ziggurat, tending to a ragged band of sheep. He

is conducting the first of his daily prayers, listening to a

religious broadcast from Baghdad on a tinny RADIO.

Presently, we hear HELICOPTERS. The sheepherder looks up --

TWO ANERICAN RAH-66 COMANCHE HELICOPTERS

approach from the East. They touch down near the base of the

ziggurat, rotors stirring up clouds of dust.

FOUR FIGURES:

disembark, their bodies covered in desert camo-gear. They

wear helmets with polarized face-plates and are armed to the

teeth. To the sheepherder they might as well be aliens.

One of the figures turns to the East. We can see the rising

sun reflected in the face-plate of his helmet -- and a hint of

a skull-like under-mask/respirator beneath the face-plate. He

raises a gloved hand, gives the "finger" to the new day.

Another figure (a woman) waves a hand, urging them onward.

They mount the central steps of the ziggurat.

INT. ZIGGURAT - SHRINE - DAY

The shrine is empty. The woman activates a wearable computing

device, calling up a schematic of the ziggurat.

She kneels, studying the floor. In the corner of the room she

identifies a particular brick and presses it. We hear hidden

COUNTER-WEIGHTS shifting and the floor opens up --

-- revealing a stone stairway leading down.

INT. ZIGGURAT - STAIRWAY - DAY

Dark. Sepulchral. Spooky. The figures descend into --

INT. ZIGGURAT - BURIAL VAULT - DAY

-- an empty room with an earthen floor. The sunlight from

above barely penetrates down here. One of the figures takes

out a battery--powered lantern, turning it on, illuminating --

-- walls covered with CUNEIFORM WRITING. The male figure who

flipped off the sun speaks via radio headset.

MALE FIGURE:

That's great. We've got dick.

(turning to the others)

Is there any reason we had to embark on

this cluster-f*** during the day?

The woman removes her helmet. This is DANICA TALOS. A

vampire. Intense, appearing to be in her 30s. Possessing a

regal air. She wears a silver crucifix around her neck.

DANICA:

Night-time's too tricky, Grimwood. You

know that.

One by one, the others remove their helmets. All vampires:

GRIMWOOD (30s), a hulking vampire with an imposing physique

and an even more imposing set of surgical steel teeth/fangs.

ASHER (4Os), a natural-born leader with easygoing charisma.

WOLFE (30s), quiet and deliberative. Right now he's readying

a portable ground-penetrating radar unit.

Grimwood studies the writing on the walls.

GRIMWOOD:

What is this chicken-scratch?

DANICA:

Cuneiform. Dates back about four

thousand years.

GRIMWOOD:

So why here?

DANICA:

Because this was the cradle of

civilization. He would've been

comfortable here.

ASHER:

I don't know, Dan. Seems like another

dead-end.

WOLFE:

I'm not so sure --

Wolfe looks at his unit, excited. The others gather round.

WOLFE:

There's something beneath us.

ON WOLFE'S RADAR UNIT

We see a cross-section image of the soil and subsurface

features beneath them. SOMETHING has been buried down there.

ASHER:

Is that a body --?

Wolfe makes a few adjustments on the unit. The image resolves

further. It's definitely a BODY. Then, we hear the low

RUMBLING of more hidden counter-weights and --

A SLAB OF STONE:

slides down from above the stairs, sealing off the vault.

GRIMWOOD:

What the f*** --?!

Grimwood pounds his fist against the stone. It's solid. He

tries to find a hand-hold, tries to shoulder it open in some

way, but the barrier is unmovable. They're trapped.

ASHER:

Radio back-up. See if they can open it

from the other --

WOLFE (0.S.)

Guys?

Wolfe points at the ground. A tiny depression has formed,

with sand funneling into it.

Wolfe sets his radar unit down and kneels before the hole.

The grains of sand are falling faster now, the depression

gradually widening. Curious, Wolfe leans closer --

A CLAWED, ARMORED HAND

suddenly EXPLODES upward from the ground. It latches onto

Wolfe's neck. dragging him down head-first!

Wolfe THRASHES, his head still buried beneath the sand. He

knocks over the lantern, which FLICKERS, shorting out.

Asher rushes to Wolfe's side. Then Grimwood. They grab Wolfe

by the shoulders, SCREAMING, trying to pull him back.

Asher is KICKED by Wolfe's thrashing legs. He flies upward,

hits the ceiling, falls back onto the ground, stunned --

Danica joins Grimwood. Abruptly, they wrest Wolfe free --

headless. BLOOD erupts from the sand. Then --

A HELLISH CREATURE

unearths itself, ROARING. It's difficult to make out in the

flickering light. But what we do see is terrifying. Spiked,

demonic armor, clutching a sword. An elongated, helmeted face

with a blood-splattered set of hinged fangs -- hinting at an

inhuman physiognomy within. The hinged jaws open, coming at

us. And just as the lantern goes out for good we --

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