Blade: Trinity Page #17

KING:

We're still trying to sort out fact from

fiction when it comes to Dracula. Turning

into mist? Kinda doubt it. But general

shape-shifting? Maybe.

HEDGES:

(off Blade's look)

Not into a bat or a wolf or anything like

that. But another human, someone with the

same approximate body mass -- given enough

practice it might be possible.

BLADE:

How?

HEDGES:

He wouldn't have a traditional skeletal

structure. Probably something more like a

snake, with thousands of tiny bones in the

place of a normal array. Commensurate

with this would be an exquisite control of

electrical potential across his tissues,

resulting in an ability to effectively

change shape at will --

KING:

(raising his hand)

Question. Have you ever been laid,

Hedges?

CUT TO:

INT. WAREHOUSE/GARAGE - DAY

Blade, King, and Abigail, newly suited up for war, moving

towards the Land Cruiser.

BLADE:

Time to apply some pressure. The weak

link in the vampire chain of command has

always been their familiars. Vampires

can't go out in the day, so they get

humans to do their dirty work for them

Blood-running, safe house maintenance,

whatever --

(climbing in the Cruiser)

We bleed the wanna-be vampires, they'll

lead us to the real thing.

Blade starts the ENGINE.

INT. LAND CRUISER - DAY

Blade looks to Abigail, who sits in the back. She has a

laptop on her knees and is assembling an MP3 playlist.

KING:

She's making playlists. Likes to listen

to MP3s when she hunts. Her own internal

soundtrack, you know? Dark-core, trip

hop, whatever kids these days are

listening to. Me? I'm more of a Kenny G

fan.

Finished, Abigail slips her earbuds into her ears, turns on

her portable MP3 player. MUSIC CUE. The smoking bassline of

Jurassic 5's 'A Day At The Races' kicks in as --

EXT. CITY STREETS - VARIOUS - DAY

-- Blade, King, and Abigail cruise the streets in a jagged

fast-forward montage.

EXT. SEEDY BAR - DAY

The Land Cruiser jumps the curb, SCREECHING to a stop in front

of a scuzzy bar. Amidst a wall covered with graffiti and

flyers we see a vampire glyph.

INT. SEEDY BAR - DAY

BANG! Blade KICKS open the door. A couple of LOW-LIFES take

notice. Blade moves around the bar, opening a refrigerator -

we see packs of REFRIGERATED BLOOD inside.

One of the low-lifes takes off running, back past the

bathroom, shouldering a door at the rear --

EXT. SEEDY BAR - REAR ENTRANCE - DAY

--STUMBLING right into Abigail's arms. She trips him up,

swinging him around, pinning an arm behind him. She pulls the

back of his collar down, sees a VAMPIRE GLYPH --

We can't hear what the familiar is saying, but he's squealing,

raising his hands in a "please don't hit me anymore" manner.

EXT. CITY STREETS - VARIOUS - DAY

The Land Cruiser rockets down the streets.

EXT. VAMPIRE SAFE HOUSES - VARIOUS - DAY

In quick succession we see a half-dozen underworld dives --

-- a pool hall --

-- an internet cafe --

-- an electronics repair shop --

All are fronts for vampire operations, featuring back rooms

with refrigerated blood and high-tech coffin-like beds where

the vampires can safely sleep through the day unmolested.

In each new location, Blade, King, and Abigail resort to

oldfashioned strong-arm tactics:

-- Blade HEAD-BUTTS a familiar.

-- King PUNCHES a familiar across the jaw.

-- Abigail KICKS a familiar in the stomach.

Cut to a flurry of EXTREME CLOSE-UPS of VAMPIRE GLYPHS being

exposed on the backs of familiar's necks, one after another --

THEN A MONTAGE OF FACES

as familiars have their heads cainfully SMASHED against --

-- walls --

-- car hoods --

-- pool tables --

-- into windows and doors and garbage cans.

The bullying moves come faster, the shots becoming more and

more abstract until --

EXT. CITY ROOFTOP - DAY

-- WHAM! Blade tosses HOOP, a skinny familiar, off a roof.

It's a four story drop. Hoop falls, SCREAMING -- but then

jerks to a stop about twenty feet down, dangling upside down.

We see now that Hoop has rope tied around one of Hoop's

ankles. And Blade is clutching the other end of the rope.

Blade hauls Hoop back up -- but still keeps him dangling

upside down. King and Abigail look on.

BLADE:

Want another spin, ass-hole? Eventually,

your head's gonna pop off.

HOOP:

Sh*t! Oh Jesus, please, please --

BLADE:

Who's your handler?

HOOP:

I don't know his name, I swear I --

Blade prepares to drop Hoop again --

-- but a CELL PHONE in Hoop's jacket RINGS. Blade fishes it

out. The screen reads: EDGAR VANCE, 555-5631.

EXT. CITY STREET - DAY

Dr. Vance, the psychiatrist who gave Blade the mental

evaluation, is cruising in his Pacific Blue XKB convertible

Jaguar. He's wearing sunglasses, talking on his cell phone.

VANCE:

This is Dr. Vance. Did someone page me?

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