Blade: Trinity Page #26

A SERIES OF DISSOLVES

Abigail sits before a laptop, creating another custom MP3

playlist. We watch as she hi-lights songs with her mouse,

moves them over to her portable device with a few CLICKS.

Abigail unhooks her MP3 device, slips her earbud headphones

into her ears. The SOUNDS of Fluke's track Atom Bomb fade up,

gradually shifting from tinny source music to SOUNDTRACK.

MORE DISSOLVES:

Blade and Abigail suit up, arming themselves. We SEE:

Blade loading rounds into his pistols.

Abigail selecting arrows, checking the range-dials.

Blade sliding silver stakes into his bandoliers.

Abigail working with Caulder, affixing the plague capsule to

one of her arrowheads.

Blade polishes his sword. Finished, he sights down the length

of it, takes a practice swing, then secures it in his back

scabbard with a flourish.

EXT. DEEP-SIX AQUARIUM STOCK - BACK ALLEY - NIGHT

We hear the RUMBLE of two motorcycles. Blade emerges from the

alley astride his signature Ducati ST2 crotch-rocket. Abigail

appears a moment later on her own customized bike.

Blade revs his engine. Then the two bikes take off.

CUT TO:

INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - DRAKE'S QUARTERS - NIGHT

Drake sits before Zoe, who has been shackled to the wall, his

right arm encased in one of the armored gauntlets from his

burial armor. The rest of the armor has been propped up on a

stand nearby.

DRAKE:

Do you know who I am?

ZOE:

You're the Nome King.

Drake smiles at this.

DRAKE:

The Nome King. I like that.

(leaning closer)

Tell me, child. Do you want to die?

Zoe is terrified but tries to remain defiant.

ZOE:

I'm not afraid -- I'll go to Heaven.

DRAKE:

There is no Heaven. No God. No angels.

No happy ending for good little girls.

The only thing you have to look forward to

is nothingness.

As Drake talks his pupils seem to widen -- until the darkness

nearly occludes the whites of his eyes. Zoe stares at him.

Can't tear her gaze away. His eyes are hypnotic.

DRAKE:

But what if you could change that? What

if you could remain a child forever?

He reaches out, running a sharp fingernail over her cheek.

DRAKE:

What if you could keep this little doll-

like face of yours until the sun itself

cooled to a cold, hard rock?

(beat)

Wouldn't you like that? Wouldn't you

accept that gift?

Zoe reaches out, calmly touches Drake's cheek.

ZOE:

My friends are coming to kill you.

INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - PENTHOUSE - NIGHT

WHACK! Grimwood PUNCHES King, whose body sags, weakened from

the beatings he has undergone. Asher and Danica look on.

KING:

-- gonna be sorry you did that --

ASHER:

Nobody's coming for you, King.

KING:

Sure they are. Left a trail of digital

bread crumbs --

DANICA:

Excuse me?

KING:

One thing you need to know about us

Nightstalkers. When you join our club,

you get this nifty little tracking node

surgically implanted in your body --

GRIMWOOD:

Bullshit.

KING:

Scout's honor. One of us gets lost, the

others just dial up the satellite and

presto, instant cavalry.

Grimwood looks to Asher and Danica, unsure.

AS HER:

He's bluffing.

DANICA:

(smiling, playing along)

Okay, King, where did they put this

tracking node of yours?

He motions for her to draw closer, whispering.

KING:

It's in my left ass-cheek --

WHACK! Danica slaps King's face, making him see stars.

KING:

Alright. alright, it's in my right ass-

cheek --

WHACK! Danica slaps King again, this time knocking his head

the other way. He spits out blood --

KING:

No, seriously --

(gasping)

-- it's in the meat of my butt, right

below my Bart Simpson tattoo --

Danica PUNCHES King's mid-section. He sucks air. Despite his

attempts at humor, he's hurting now. His body sags --

KING:

-- pull down my tighty-whities -- see for

yourself.

DANICA:

ENOUGH! It's not funny anymore!

Behind Danica, Grimwood and Asher both COUGH.

King lifts his bruised face, staring up at Danica through

blood-shrouded eyes. For the first time, we get a sense of

his true hatred for her.

KING:

No, it's not, you horse-humping b*tch --

(wincing as he breathes)

-- but it will be a few seconds from now.

DANICA:

(coughing)

And what happens then, lover?

KING:

Hammer time.

(beat)

See, that tickle in your throat you're

feeling right now?

Danica COUGHS again, blinks repeatedly, as if her eyes were

irritated. She rubs them, looks to the others. They're

feeling the effects too. And Grimwood's face is smoking!

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