Blade: Trinity Page #19

Drake runs with inhuman speed. He effortlessly scales a chain

link fence, then BARRELS straight through a wooden barricade,

sailing over a trash dumpster. Seconds later, Blade follows,

catching sight of Drake rushing out into --

EXT. STREET MARKET - VARIOUS - DAY

-- a crowded urban market. What unfolds is a foot-chase at

super-human velocity. Vampire and hunter are moving at least

twenty miles an hour, BATTERING ASIDE various pedestrians,

SMASHING through and over stalls of merchandise.

EXT. BUSY STREET - DAY

Drake emerges onto the sidewalk of a busy street, four lanes

of rush-hour traffic WHIZZING PAST.

Abruptly, Drake cuts into the traffic, LEAPING atop the hood

of an oncoming car. The car's HORN sounds, brakes SQUEAL.

BLADE FOLLOWS,

jumping onto the hood of another car. More

HORNS sound.

In this manner. Drake and Blade race across the flowing

traffic itself. using the hoods and roofs of the cars like

moving stepping stones.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET

Drake mounts the steps of an older apartment building,

THUNDERS his way through the main entrance --

INT. OLDER BUILDING - STAIRWELL/CORRIDOR - DAY

Blade is on Drake like a shadow. We're internal now, the

sound of Blade's LABORED BREATH moving to the foreground of

the soundscape.

Chaos. A BARKING DOG darting from a doorway. Up ahead, an

OLD MAN has been knocked over. An insane dash up two flights

of stairs, then down a corridor, passing MORE TENANTS.

Somewhere, a WOMAN SCREAMS. We hear GLASS BREAKING and --

WOMAN:

My baby

-- there's another open door --

INT. OLDER BUILDING - APARTMENT - DAY

-- Blade tears into an apartment, passing a HYSTERICAL WOMAN,

an upended crib. He SEES a broken window by a fire escape --

EXT. OLDER BUILDING - FIRE ESCAPE - DAY

Cut onto the fire escape. A glimpse of Drake overhead.

Blade clambers up the fire escape, moving in a near-blur. One

story of steps up the rickety metal ladder --

SMASH! A LARGE PLANTER comes down from above, nearly striking

Blade. He lets go with one hand, swings outward --

-- then he's climbing again. A CLOUD OF PIGEONS take wing,

flapping frenetically about him, momentarily blinding him.

Another story, a third, a fourth. As he reaches the top,

Blade jumps, catching the edge of the roof above him --

EXT. OLDER BUILDING - ROOFTOP - DAY

-- FLIPPING himself over and onto the roof. He lands in a cat

stance, drawing his sword, quickly scanning the area.

DRAKE (O.S.)

So you're the hunter they all fear.

Blade spins --

DRAKE:

stands on the ledge of the roof, cradling an INFANT in his

arms. In the full glare of the afternoon sun.

DRAKE:

(re:
infant)

Just so we understand each other,

Daywalker.

With his free hand, he massages his jaw. We hear a few more

Pieces of POPPING CARTKAGE as the very last of Drake's

cermanent features seem to settee into clace.

BLADE:

Why did you kill Vance?

DRAKE:

He'd outlived his purpose. He'd become a

liabi1ity.

Drake nods at Blade's sword --

DRAKE:

Your sword -- I've seen that hilt before.

Eight or nine centuries ago. The hunter

who carried it was an accomplished

fighter.

EXT. SEASIDE CLIFF - DAY (THE PAST)

Drake in his armor, head to head with a 14th century VAMPIRE

HUNTER. The hunter has BLADE'S SWORD. Drake tears the sword

from the hunter's grasp, turns it around, thrusts it back

through the man's chest. And as the man GASPS we are --

EXT. OLDER BUILDING - ROOFTOP - DAY (THE PRESENT)

-- back to here and now.

DRAKE:

He was honorable, in his own way. He

died a good death.

BLADE:

I wouldn't know about that.

DRAKE:

You lie. You're part of a grand

tradition, Blade. You hunters have

plagued my people since the day we first

walked the earth. And I have vanquished

them. One by one.

Blade pauses, looking for some kind of opening.

BLADE:

How can you exist in the daylight?

DRAKE:

I've always been able to. Haven't you

read Mr. Stoker's fable? I was the first

of the vampires. I am unique.

BLADE:

(realizing)

That's why they brought you back.

DRAKE:

Yes. My children seek to isolate the

properties in my blood that make me immune

to sunlight. Through me, they believe

they can all become Daywalkers.

Drake glances down at the street people. Throngs of PEOPLE

are massing there, pointing up at him.

DRAKE:

The world's changed much since I went to

sleep. How crowded it's become. Look at

them down there. Lives brief as

fireflies. Do you think they can ever

grasp what it means to be immortal like

us?

BLADE:

You're not immortal. I must've heard a

hundred of you people make the same claim.

And every one of them's seen the end of my

sword.

Drake smiles, intrigued by an obviously worthy opponent.

DRAKE:

Perhaps I will as well, then. But I think

it's more likely that you will fall before

mine.

(beat)

Catch.

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