Blade: Trinity Page #16
ABIGAIL:
Bottom line is, we need a better DNA
sample to work with.
(beat)
We need Dracula's blood.
SOMMERFIELD:
Vampire DNA is a hodge-podge of different
genes, mixed in with all sorts of useless
junk DNA. Because Dracula's the
progenitor of the vampire race, his DNA is
still pure. It hasn't been diluted by a
hundred generations of selective mutation.
It still has all the necessary cellular
compounds for the virus to code to. We
get his blood, we can boost Daystar's
viral efficacy to a hundred percent.
KING:
So. You want to join our club? Can we
sign you up for a Nightstalkers secret
decoder ring?
CUT TO:
EXT. PHOENIX TOWERS - DAY
Establishing. The Sun at it's zenith
INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - DRAKE'S QUARTERS - DAY
A darkened room, relatively austere. The only source of light
are a series of small, slitted skylights in the ceiling above.
From these skylights, narrow, blinding white shafts of
sunlight knife downward to penetrate the gloom.
DRAKE:
sits in a chair, his body partially illuminated by one of the
sunlight shafts, his face turned upward into its brilliance.
FOOTSTEPS. Drake opens his eyes, SEES Danica hovering in the
darkness, just on the edge of a shaft of light.
DRAKE:
This world sickens me. The humans have
soiled it with their filth.
DANICA:
We can raze their cities to the ground.
We can bring the old world back.
Drake just stares at her, not convinced.
DRAKE:
Come closer.
DANICA:
(re:
light)I can't.
DRAKE:
And do you know why?
(off Danica's silence)
Once, all of my kind could brave the day.
We were true predators. The world was
ours. And then, somewhere along the way,
the purity of our bloodline became
diluted. Polluted with human DNA.
DANICA:
That's impossible --
DRAKE:
Is it?
Drake stands, drawing close to Danica. He grips her wrist --
DRAKE:
You are bastard children. No longer as
pure as you pride yourselves on being.
-- and pulls her hand towards one of the sunlight shafts. To
her credit, Danica keeps staring at Drake. She'll be damned
if she will give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.
Drake pulls her hand closer to the light -- to the very edge.
And the tips of Danica's fingers begin to burn. She winces,
clearly in agony --
-- and Drake releases her hand. She cradles it against her
chest, blinking away tears that have welled up in her eyes.
DRAKE:
My people. How far you have fallen.
Drake reaches out, brushes a tear from Danica's cheek, then
turns and walks away -- through the alternating shafts of
sunlight and darkness.
CUT TO:
INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - ARMORY - DAY
Blade, King, and Abigail stand before a table where an
assortment of weaponry and ammunition has been laid out on
display. Hedges is there too, assisting them. Zoe watches.
HEDGES:
We've got a wide assortment of ass-
kickery for your viewing pleasure --
(hefting a pistol)
Electronic pistol. Comes with a built-in
fingerprint security system. Fires a
three-shot burst in 1/500th of a second.
Bullets can also be triggered remotely.
King tosses Blade a bullet. He studies it -- it's more
complex than a standard round.
BLADE:
Explosive rounds?
KING:
But with a concentrated burst of UV light
instead of your standard hollow-points. I
call 'em sun dogs.
(to Hedges)
Hedges -- super-size me, baby!
Hedges tosses King one of the four-barreled firearms. On the
stock is an irreverent decal of the mud-flap girl silhouette.
KING:
This little mamacita -- a modified
version of the Army's Objective
Individual Combat Weapon. Pick your
poison -- stakes, sun dogs, heat-seeking
mini-rockets. Whatever gets you hard,
this puppy will pump out.
(gesturing to Blade's
sword, sarcastic)
Of course it doesn't have the range of a
sword but --
Next, Hedges shows Blade the CRESCENT-SHAPED DEVICE that
Abigail used. He gives the device a twist and --
HEDGES:
We call this the UV arc --
CHINKT! The device extends from either end, telescoping
outward. Connecting the tips is a concentrated UV LASER.
HEDGES:
You hold the arc in the center, curved
away from you. Connecting the tips is a
powerful UV laser beam. Because of its
high focus, the laser cuts through vampire
flesh like a knife through butter.
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