Blade: Trinity Page #21

DRAKE:

(shaking his head)

Too numerous to remember.

(nodding at the crucifix)

Take it off.

DANICA:

Why?

DRAKE:

I'll make you a better one.

Drake draws her in, biting her gently on the neck, sinking his

fangs into her flesh. He pulls his head back. Two rivulets

of BLOOD trickle from the fresh wounds.

DRAKE:

There's an old saying --

Drake reaches for the sheet, pulling it away from Danica's

chest. Then he dips his fingertips into her flowing blood -

PAINTING a long streak of it down between her breasts.

DRAKE:

Kill one man, you're a murderer. Kill a

million, a king.

(smiling)

Kill them all, a God.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - STORAGE AREA - NIGHT

CLOSE ON a pneumatic injector. PULL BACK to reveal Blade

injecting himself with his serum. No pain. No violent spasms

like before. Blade's body now accepts the serum.

ANGLE ON ZOE,

crouched on an old piece of carny equipment, watching him.

ZOE:

Why do you do that?

BLADE:

There's something bad inside of me. This

keeps it from getting out.

Zee considers this.

ZOE:

Why can't you just be nice?

BLADE:

Good question.

SOMMERFIELD (0.S.)

I think I've got a lead.

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - LABORATORY AREA - NGHT

Sommerfield stands at her computers, reading a tactile Braille

display. Blade and Abigail are nearby.

SOMMERFIELD:

Biomedica Enterprises. They've been

buying up all sorts of supplies -- Taq

polymerase, bone marrow growth supplement,

genetic sequencing enzymes.

BLADE:

We'll check it out.

CUT TO:

EXT. BIOMEDICA ENTERPRISES - NIGHT

A high-tech research park.

INT. BIOMEDICA ENTERPRISES - LAB - NIGHT

Hendrix, the vampire doctor we saw earlier, sits at a computer

workstation. Chief Vreede confers with him. We hear a KNOCK

at the door. Hendrix looks to Vreede. They obviously weren't

expecting anyone.

Hendrix moves to the door, checking a surveillance monitor.

He can't see anyone outside. He shrugs, turns to leave and --

CRUNCH! The door is SMASHED inward, taking much of the door

frame with it, flattening Hendrix.

Blade and Abigail step inside. As Blade hauls Hendrix up from

the ground, Abigail points her already drawn gun at --

CHIEF VREEDE:

He was reaching into his jacket for his own piece, now thinks

better of it.

BLADE:

Doing a little moonlighting, Chief?

Blade nods to Abigail. She reaches onto Vreede's jacket to

disarm him. Blade grips Hendrix by the shirt collar.

BLADE:

C'mere. We need to talk.

Blade PUNCHES Hendrix in the face. Hendrix sags for a moment,

stunned.

BLADE:

Now spill it, bite-boy.

HENDRIX:

(wiping a bloody nose)

You know what we're doing. Drake has come

back to us. Soon we'll all be Daywalkers.

And when that day comes, the world will

truly be ours.

Blade nods towards the back of the lab where another door -- a

very secure one -- is located.

BLADE:

What's back there?

Hendrix shoots a quick look to Vreede. Then he turns on

Blade, all fangs and claws, trying to tear Blade's eyes out --

Abigail FIRES her UV gun with blinding speed and --

-- Hendrix is dead before he knows it. ASHING all over Blade.

Blade brushes Hendrix' s remains from coat collar, shoots

Abigail a look:
"Did you really have to do that?"

BLADE:

(dryly)

Thanks.

Abigail cringes. Mea culpa.

Blade looks to the floor. Aside from some cinders, all that

remains of Hendrix are his glasses and a singed keycard.

Blade picks up the keycard, looks to Vreede.

BLADE:

What's behind Door Number One?

VREEDE:

They'll kill me --

BLADE:

(an evil grin)

So will I. But I'll enjoy it more.

Vreede nods. They move towards the door. Blade slides the

security card. An inset light changes from RED to GREEN.

Vreede punches in a numeric code. The doors slide open --

INT. BLOOD FARMING FACILITY - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

Blade, Abigail, and Vreede emerge into a cavernous room.

ABIGAIL:

God in Heaven --

HUNDREDS OF HUMAN CADAVERS

hang from gantries, preserved in fluid-filled pods, suspended

by wires like nightmarish marionettes. The bodies are hooked

up to an elaborate system of biosensor feeds and IVs which are

designed to replenish vital nutrients.

BLADE:

What was this place?

Vreede pauses before answering, looking uncomfortable.

VREEDE:

It's a blood farming facility.

(elaborating)

They decided that hunting humans on a

piece-meal basis was too inefficient.

Why kill your prey when you can keep them

alive? Productive. Under optimal

conditions a donor can generate anywhere

from fifty to a hundred pints of blood a

year.

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