Blade: Trinity Page #22

ABIGAIL:

(sickened)

But where did you get all these people?

VREEDE:

The streets. In any given year you've got

two to three million homeless people

wandering around America --

(shrugging)

No one cares about them. We're doing the

country a service, really.

Blade shakes his head, admiring the horrible efficiency.

BLADE:

The vampire Final Solution.

Abigail moves towards one of the pods, touching her hand to

the glass, studyihg the comatose person within.

ABIGAIL:

Are they aware? Do they feel anything?

VREEDE:

(shaking his head)

They're in a chemical-induced coma.

They're brain-dead, vegetables.

Blade angrily SLAMS Vreede's face against one of the pods.

BLADE:

Look at this! Is this the future you

want? You think there's a place for you

in their world?

Vreede starts crying, blubbering.

VREEDE:

We don't have a choice! They're going to

win, don't you see that?! He's come back!

There's nothing stopping them now!

Blade pulls Vreede back so they're nose to nose --

BLADE:

There's me.

-- and Blade releases Vreede.

BLADE:

Go. You've got thirty seconds.

Vreede turns and runs, stumbling towards the door. Despite

his promise, Blade lifts his MACH. Without even looking in

Vreede's direction, Blade FIRES. We hear Vreede drop.

Blade turns to Abigail. She can hardly contain herself.

Nearby is a control console. Blade UNLOADS his MACH pistol

into it, damaging the interlinked life support systems.

One by one, the vital signs and EKGs on the pods flat-line,

their warning tones rising into a collective, PIERCING WAIL.

BLADE (CONT'D)

(feeling a heavy weight)

Let's go.

Blade and Abigail leave, turning the lights out as they go.

CUT TO:

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - STORAGE AREA - NIGHT

A basketball hoop has been set up in the back area and Dex and

Hedges are engaged in a wicked game of one-on-one.

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - LABORATORY AREA - NIGHT

Scm~erfield works, refining the virus. Because she is blind,

she doesn't need light.

H er computer's voice synthesis program has been activated and

it's currently reading the various statistics that appear on

her main monitor.

COMPUTER:

CYTOGENETICS AUDIT DATA FROM -- AUGUST

FIFTEENTH, TWO-THOUSAND AND FOUR.

(beat)

AMNIOTIC FLUIDS -- INPUT DELAY/ZERO.

ABNORMAL SAMPLES/TWO. BANDING

QUALITY/SEVEN-POINT-TWO --

At the same time, Sommerfield is reading aloud to Zoe, who

sits nearby. The book is The Emerald City of Oz and it's in

Braille. Sommerfield scans with her fingers.

SOMMERFIELD:

'The reason most people are bad is because

they do not try to be good. Now, the Nome

King had never tried to be good, so he was

very bad indeed. Having decided to

conquer the Land of Oz and to destroy the

Emerald City and enslave all its people,

King Roquat the Red kept planning ways to

do this dreadful thing, and the more he

planned the more he believed he would be

able to accomplish it --'

COMPUTER:

CYTOGENETICS AUDIT DATA FROM -- AUGUST

FIFTEENTH, TWO-THOUSAND AND FOUR.

ANGLE ON A BANK OF SURVEILLANCE MONITORS

We see Whistler approaching through the garage.

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT

The steel door slides open and Whistler enters.

INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - INFIRMARY AREA - NIGHT

King drowses on a cot. He hears a NOISE, opens his eyes.

Whistler stands in the doorway.

KING:

You get me those Fruit Roll-ups like I

asked --

(surprised)

Dude. Aren't you dead?

Whistler doesn't respond. King tries to sit up -- but

Whistler places his hand on King's mouth, shoving him down,

starting to smother him. King struggles, confused.

INT. NGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - STORAGE AREA - NIGHT

Dex manages to steal the ball from Hedges, makes a shot.

Behind them, Whistler enters the makeshift court.

130 INT. NIGHTSTALKERS HEADQUARTERS - LABORATORY AREA - NIGHT130

Abruptly, the sounds of the one-on-one game stop. We hear a

THUD from the back of the warehouse -- like someone falling.

COMPUTER:

BLOODS -- INPUT DELAY/ZERO. ABNORMAL

SAMPLES/SEVEN. BANDING QUALITY/EIGHT-

POINT-ONE --

Sommerfield looks to the storage area. The silence is

unnerving. She turns off her voice-synthesis program. Then

closes the book.

SOMMERFIELD:

Guys? You okay --?

ON THE DOORWAY:

The basketball comes bouncing out. It rolls, coming to rest

against a workbench. There are BLOOD SPATTERS on the ball.

Sommefrield reaches for her cane. She TAP-TAPS her way to the

baLl, feels the blood. Knows what it is.

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