Blade: Trinity Page #28

ABIGAIL:

Come on, hon. Let's get you out of here.

INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - HALLWAY - NIGHT

King stumbles out into the hallway, pulling his shirt back on.

As he limps down the corridor, a GROWL makes him pause --

KING'S POV

Beau, the vampire rottweiler, lopes around the corner. Then --

TWO MORE ROTTWEILERS

emerge behind Beau. They're all GROWLING now.

KING:

(under his breath)

F***. Me. Sideways.

The three of them break, BARKING like crazy, snouts splitting

open as their jaws flower apart.

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INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - ATRIUM - UPPER GALLERY - NIGHT

Blade moves into the upper gallery of a vast atrium.

DRAKE:

stands before him, waiting, sword in hand. He extends it,

touching the tip to the floor. A challenge.

DRAKE:

Are you ready to die, Blade?

BLADE:

Been ready since the day I was born,

mother-f***er.

DRAKE:

(with a smile)

Then allow me to accommodate you.

Drake does a back-flip over the balcony. Forty feet down.

Blade follows, drawing his sword as he LEAPS --

INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - ATRIUM - GROUND FLOOR - NIGHT

-- and lands. Now the two warriors face each other, swords

raised, eyes locked, their stances frozen. Like classic

samurai. Whoever moves first, loses.

Beat. MOVING IN on both men, CIRCLING around them. Slow the

heart. Slow the breath. Find the opening.

DRAKE:

breaks first, bringing his sword over in less time than it

takes to blink an eye. No one could possibly deflect the

blow. And yet --

BLADE:

manages a COUNTER-STROKE with super-human grace. He advances,

parries, his sword CLANGING and SINGING like a blacksmith's

hammer on sheet metal.

Cut, thrust, block, diagonal downward slashes. The moves come

faster. Drake DUCKS, barely avoiding being decapitated.

Blade's sword cuts right through a column instead.

Drake retaliates. Blade locks swords with him. For a moment,

the two warriors are nose to nose. Then Blade twists his

sword free, cutting open Drake's cheek --

Drake GROWLS, back-flipping up onto a ledge. He touches his

fingertips to the cut, tastes his own blood. Then we hear the

telltale sounds of CARTILAGE POPPING. For a brief moment, his

facial features shift, giving us yet another glimpse of his

true form. As his anger increases, Drake begins to devolve.

He DIVES at Blade, HOWLING, raking his CLAWS at Blade's face.

He strikes out, KNOCKING Blade across the atrium. He SPRINGS

forward, dragging Blade up by his throat, sinking his fangs

into Blade's shoulder. Blide SCREAMS and we --

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INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - HALLWAY - NIGHT

-- as King runs. He hazards a look back. The vampire dogs

are quickly gaining on him.

UP AHEAD:

It's a dead-end. Just plate glass windows and a whole lot of

nothing beyond.

The dogs are almost on King when suddenly, King JUMPS,

snagging an overhead pipe. As he swings his body upward --

THE DOGS:

skid on the floor, unable to stop their momentum, and CRASH

straight through the plate glass window.

EXT. PHOENIX TOWERS - PENTHOUSE - NIGHT

An EXPLOSION OF GLASS as two of the vampire rottweilers tumble

into the night. They fall like stones -- twenty stories down

into the traffic-clogged intersection below.

INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - HALLWAY - NIGHT

King drops back to the floor, cackling, pleased with himself.

It takes him a second to realize that --

ONE OF THE ROTTWEILERS (BEAU)

-- didn't take a swan dive out the window. He's right behind

King. And now he's SPRINGING FORWARD --

WHAM! King is hit in the chest by the SNARLING beast. He

drops the pistol as he's knocked back onto the floor. The dog

LUNGES again --

With one arm, King struggles to keep his face from being bit

off, while searching blindly for the discarded pistol. King

locates it, FIRING into the beast's chest --

THE ROTTWEILER:

ASHES, disintegrating all over King's face. King gets a

mouthful of the charcoal remains, tries to SPIT them out.

KING:

(making a face)

Bad dog.

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INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - ATRIUM - UPPER GALLERY - NIGHT

Abigail emerges onto the gallery with Zoe. She spots an

alcove, indicates that Zoe should hide. Then she slips a

silver stake into Zoe's hand. Just in case.

Abigail rushes to the handrail, looking down at Blade and

Drake. Her view is obscured. She can't get a good shot.

INT. PHOENIX TOWERS - ATRIUM - GROUND FLOOR - NIGHT

Drake digs his fangs into Blade's shoulder. Blade struggles,

manages to slip a stake from his bandolier --

WHAM! Blade SLAMS the stake into Drake's ear canal. The

beast SHRIEKS in pain, dropping Blade. But all the gambit has

done is drive Drake into a berserker rage.

Drake swings his fist. Blade ducks. Drake's fist goes

through the wall, PUNCTURING a steam pipe. Steam vents --

Drake reaches in, RIPS an eight-foot section of the pipe from

the wall, bringing a SPARKING nest of electrical cables along

with it. He swings the pipe section around, WHACKING Blade.

KRUNCH! Drake swings the makeshift club again. He's a one

man demolition crew, decimating everything in his path. He's

SMASHING holes in the floor, the walls, plowing through

partitions of glass and steel.

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