Blade: Trinity Page #6

FBI AGENT:

Subject is heading West.

WHIP-PAN to a parked CAR, Cumberland and Hale seated within.

CUMBERLAND:

Got him.

Cumberland starts the car, starts following Whistler.

WHISTLER (0.S.)

Congratulations. You're famous. Just

what we needed.

INT. BLADE'S REFUGE - BOAT HOUSE - DAY

CLOSE ON the tabloid as Whistler slaps it down on a workbench.

WIDEN to include Whistler and Blade.

WHISTLER:

Somebody screwed us. Your face is all

over the papers, the television. Media's

eating it up.

BLADE:

Like I care?

WHISTLER:

You should. Something like this --

(gesturing to the tabloid)

-- taking out a human, even one working

for the vampires -- far as the rest of the

world's concerned, you're public enemy

number one.

BLADE:

Didn't realize this was a popularity

contest.

Whistler shakes his head, frustrated.

WHISTLER:

Damnit, Blade, don't you see what's

happening?! The f***ers are finally

getting smart. They're waging a goddamn

PR campaign. Now it's not just vampires

we have to worry about, we're gonna have

to take on the rest of the world too.

(beat, adamant)

They've got us on the run. These last few

months we've barely been staying ahead of

the curve.

BLADE:

You worry too much, old man.

WHISTLER:

I've been doing this since before you were

born, Blade. The moment you stop

worrying, you're dead.

Then Whistler's face softens for a moment.

WHISTLER:

Since the day I found you, you've been

like a son to me. I taught you everything

I know.

(beat)

But I'm tired. You understand?

EXT. INNER CITY STREET - NIGHT

It's rush hour and the streets are choked with traffic.

PEOPLE mill past on the crowded sidewalk.

We move from face to face, capturing brief portraits of

working-class desperation -- an OVERWEIGHT GUY, a PAIR OF

HOMELESS TEENAGERS, an ASIAN VENDOR, a STREETWALKER.

VOICE (O.S)

How about that one?

SECOND VOICE (O.S.)

No fatties. They taste like Cheetos.

THIRD VOICE (O.S.)

What about that shrunken apple-head

beeyatch-a-saurus over there?

VOICE (O.S.)

F***ing blow me, man!

We hear LAUGHTER and we WHIP-PAN over to a grimy office

building, ZIPPING UP the face of it to --

A ROOFTOP PARKING STRUCTURE

A SKATE-PUNK (SQUID) gets some air, flipping his board up into

a nice Ollie backside grab, then scoots over to --

-- THREE MORE PUNKS perched on a concrete ledge, watching the

people below them. They are: PROOF, FLICK and DINGO. All in

their teens, sporting copious piercings and tattoos. Flick

wears a ratty T-shirt from "The Lost Boys" movie.

DINGO:

C'mon, just pick one.

PROOF:

Once you buy a prize, it's yours and

yours to keep.

They keep looking. Then, Flick suddenly points, excited --

FLICK:

Got it, got it! Baby on board!

ANGLE ON A MOUSY WOMAN (ABIGAIL)

moving below, her figure camouflaged beneath layers of

clothing. She's in her 20s, lugging a NEWBORN in a BabyBjorn

carrier that's strapped to her chest, clutching a bag of

groceries in either hand. She looks a little haggard.

As we watch, she reaches an elevated rail station entrance.

BACK TO THE SKATE-PUNKS

Dingo nods and smiles approvingly.

DINGO:

Looks like we got ourselves a combo meal.

EXT. ELEVATED RAIL STATION - VARIOUS - NIGHT

A series of shots as Abigail makes her way into the station,

passing a few other PEOPLE here and there.

INT. ELEVATED RAIL PLATFORM - NIGHT

A depressing, dimly lit, partially open-air station. Abigail

moves out onto the platform, which is now deserted. She

glances around, a bit nervous, and finally sits on a bench.

Beat. Just the wind MOANING in the tunnels, across the

platform. Then we hear a RUSTLING SOUND --

Abigail looks right, sees nothing. We hear ANOTHER SOUND,

this time from the left --

Abigail looks up, briefly glimpsing a FIGURE ducking behind a

concrete pillar.

Unnerved, she stands, moving a protective hand over her baby.

She backs up a few steps, trying to look around the pillar --

-- but no one is there. Then a SHADOW MOVES behind her. She

SENSES it, spinning --

-- but again, she seems to be alone. Thoroughly frightened

now, Abigail scoops up her grocery bags, turns to exit and --

-- slams right into Dingo and Proof! She GASPS.

DINGO:

Hey, pretty lady.

PROOF:

Sophisticated mama.

Dingo and Proof reveal their fangs. Abigail SCREAMS, runs --

-- right into the arms of Flick and Squid! They grab her,

RIPPING the BabyBjorn carrier from her chest, SHOVING her back

at Dingo and Proof.

In seconds, Dingo and Proof have Abigail on the floor.

They're tearing away at her clothing, LAUGHING.

DINGO:

Scream if this hurts, chica!

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