Blade: Trinity Page #12

INT. LAND CRUISER - NIGHT

In the backseat, Abigail looks through the rear windshield --

ABIGAIL'S POV

Grimwood is running after them, actually gaining on the Land

Cruiser. Chewing up the asphalt like a cheetah.

EXT. LAND CRUISER - NIGHT

Abigail leans out the rear window, nocking a non-UV arrow in

her bow. She takes aim at Grimwood, lets the arrow fly --

SHUNKT! The arrow sinks into Grimwood's eye. He goes down,

his somersaulting figure quickly receding into the background

as the Land Cruiser speeds away.

INT. LAND CRUISER - NIGHT

Safe for the moment, King basks in the adrenaline rush of a

battle well fought. Meanwhile, Dex is on a cell phone.

DEX:

We have him. We'll be there soon.

KING:

(to Blade)

So my entrance back there -- what do you

think? Too flashy? Right on the money?

King unhuckles his combat harness, revealing a bullet-proof

vest bereath it that's been riddled with imbedded slugs.

BLADE:

Who are you people?

KING:

My name's Hannibal King. I'm a hunter,

like you.

(re:
Abigail)

And this little hellion is Abigail

Whistler.

Abigail just stares back at Blade, silently appraising him.

KING:

That's right, Blade. You're not hearing

things. She's Whistler's daughter. You

see, Abby, Dex, myself -- we're all part

of Whistler's "contingency plan".

King reaches into an inner pocket, pulls out a pack of gum.

He selects a stick, offers one to Blade.

KING:

Juicyfruit?

EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT

The Land Cruiser rockets away, disappearing into the night.

EXT. LUNA PARK - NIGHT

The Land Cruiser moves across an abandoned lot towards the

weed-choked ruins of an old amusement park. We pass by the

skeletal remains of a roller-coaster, a tilt-a-whirl, the

vandalized and wood-rotted remnants of a carousel.

Finally, the Land Cruiser turns towards a motorized loading

door in the side of a large warehouse and disappears inside.

INT. WAREHOUSE/GARAGE - NIGHT

As the door grinds closed, the Land Cruiser stops. King and

Abigail lead Blade through the darkness. In the gloom we see

a half-dozen vehicles in various stages of being retrofitted

with armored panels and weaponry, etc. SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS

mounted above track their progress.

BLADE:

I thought the vampires murdered

Whistler's family.

ABIGAIL:

They did. I'm the product of an earlier

fling of my Dad's, born out of wedlock.

After the murders happened, he kept me

hidden. He wanted me safe. Away from all

of this --

(gesturing around them)

-- but I guess hunting just runs in our

blood.

As King and Abigail lead Blade towards a stairway, Blade

catches sight of --

A LITTLE GIRL (5)

peering down at him from atop one of the rafters. As soon as

he spots her, she ducks into the shadows.

They reach the stairway. AUTOMATED GUNS mounted on swivel

arms lock on them with infra-red targeting beams.

ABIGAIL:

When I came of age, I tracked my Dad

down, told him I wanted in.

(beat, shrugging)

Been doing it ever since.

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT

We enter a sprawling industrial facility that is equal parts

mechanics shop, firing range, and laboratory. We glimpse a

virtual arsenal of new weaponry and medical equipment,

including DNA sequencers, microfuges, and electroporaters.

The new equipment fights for space alongside the old -

mountains of mothballed parts from the park's broken thrill

rides. Here and there we see the oversized fiberglass head of

a grinning fun-house creature or the mildewed torso of a

fortune-telling mannequin, frozen in its upended booth.

KING:

Welcome to the honeycomb hideout.

BLADE:

(looking around)

How do you bankroll this place?

KING:

Internet porn. See, we're using cock

suckers to pay for the blood-suckers.

(off Blade's look)

Joke. Come on, man. This isn't some

piddly little hoopty-ass operation, Blade.

We take our jobs very seriously.

UP AHEAD,

TWO OTHERS pause in their work as King approaches. Dex falls

in behind them.

HEDGES (20s) is an engineer, always lost in his own world.

SOMMERFIELD (30s) is a frail-looking geneticist. She's also

blind, operating her computers via a voice-synthesis program

and Braille keyboard.

KING:

You met Dex. This is Hedges, Sommerfield--

King gestures to them in turn. They're all refugees in one

way or another, sharing a common guardedness, their lives

having been shattered by the vampires.

KING:

(nodding back)

The runt you saw earlier is Sommerfield's

daughter, Zoe. We call ourselves the

Nightstalkers.

BLADE:

You sound like rejects from a Saturday

morning cartoon.

KING:

We were gonna call ourselves the Super

Friends, but that was taken.

Abigail rids herself of her weapons -- bow, arrows, silver

stakes and knives. She hands her compound bow to Hedges.

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