Blade: Trinity Page #7

ON FLICK,

removing the BABY from its carrier. He holds the baby up -

only it's not a baby. It's a DOLL with the words "F*** YOU!"

written on its chest. Flick is briefly confused --

-- and then the baby doll EXPLODES, covering Flick's face with

a cloud of GARLIC GAS!

Flick recoils, retching, wiping at his burning face --

FLICK:

--aghhk -- it's f***ing garlic!

ON DINGO AND PROOF,

looking back, alarmed. Then Abigail pulls her knee to her

chest. A SILVER SPIKE springs out from the toe of her boot.

She KICKS UP, imbedding the spike up through the underside of

Proof's chin. Proof ASHES.

Before Dingo has a chance to act, Abigail gets him in a

leglock, FLIPPING him back onto his ass.

ABIGAIL:

jumps to her feet, shedding her coat and hat. Long tresses of

hair spill around her shoulders. She's not mousy at all. In

fact, she's beautiful. And cut like an Olympic athlete. And

equipped with a walking arsenal of weapons.

Dingo SNARLS -- CRUNCH! Abigail plants her heel in his face,

SMASHING IN his nose. She does a cartwheel, KICKS him again.

Follows that with flurry of PUNCHES. He goes down as --

-- Flick and Squid come charging! Squid gets her in a CHOKE

HOLD. She FLIPS him over her shoulder, KICKING him in the

nuts as he lands. He curls up, GROANING --

Abigail turns back to Flick, ELBOWING him in the throat --

-- then returns to Squid, ejecting a SILVER THROWING KNIFE

from a spring-loaded, automated dispenser strapped to her

wrist. She POPs the knife through Squid's chest. He ASHES --

FOLLOWING ABIGAIL

as she reaches behind her, removing a CRESCENT-SHAPED DEVICE

secured to her back. She holds the crescent in the center,

the curve pointing away from her, gives it a twist and --

CHINKT! The device extends from either end, telescoping

outward into a three-foot long metal arc. Connecting the two

ends of the arc is a powerful, BUZZING UV LASER.

Abigail LASHES OUT, lopping off Flick's arm. His arm falls,

ASHING. Abigail swings the arc around, pushing it forward

through Flick's mid-section like a cheese cutter --

Flick literally falls apart, his upper torso sliding from his

trunk, ASHING in the foreground, his burning particles falling

away to reveal Abigail in the background --

Dingo scrambles to his feet, running for his life.

Abigail gives her UV arc a twist. It retracts. She secures

it behind her back once again, unholsters a strange-looking

"bloop" GUN with a large barrel. She FIRES --

A rapidly-expanding spherule of ANTI-PERSONNEL FOAM splatters

against Dingo's legs, hardening instantly, tripping him up --

Dingo goes down again. He panics, trying to scrape the gunk

off his legs, manages to get one of his hands stuck to the

hardening mess in the process -- like a mouse in a glue-trap.

Abigail calmly approaches. She stands over Dingo, staring

down at him with a look of cruel indifference. She holsters

her bloop gun, withdraws another SILVER STAKE --

ABIGAIL:

Scream if this hurts, chica.

-- and SLAMS the stake into his chest.

WIDEN OUT:

Abigail turns, surveying her work. The ashen remains of the

vampires are popping and crackling like campfire embers. In

thirty-seven seconds she's managed to eliminate them all.

A train approaches, pulls into the station. PASSENGERS

disembark, flood the platform. They tramp all over the ashes

of the vampires, completely unaware of the recent slaughter.

Abigail walks against the stream of traffic, boards the train.

She is the sole passenger as the train pulls away.

INT. BLADE'S REFUGE - WHISTLER'S ROOM - NIGHT

Whistler sits on a cot, contemplating the tarnished wedding

ring on his hand. He slowly spins it around his finger.

INT. BLADE'S REFUGE - BLADE'S ROOM - NIGHT

Blade sits before a small Buddhist shrine, meditating.

Incense burns. His sword rests in a ceremonial holder. Near

silence punctuated by the intermittent ocean swell outside.

CLOSE ON BLADE'S FACE

We hear the SOUNDS OF VIOLENCE -- ECHOING SCREAMS, GUNSHOTS.

These are Blade's thoughts. The inner demons he is constantly

trying to tame. The sounds CRESCENDO and --

--Blade opens his eyes. He listens. Something is wrong.

INT. BLADE'S REFUGE - BOAT HOUSE - NIGHT

Blade creeps into the outer room, sword drawn.

NOISE behind him, turns to see --

WHISTLER:

standing in the shadows, clutching a handgun.

WHISTLER:

What is it?

BLADE:

What you've been worrying about.

They listen. Just the sound of the ocean swell. Then --

A WINDOW SHATTERS

TWO ARMORED SWAT AGENTS lower in on rappelling lines.

TWO MORE AGENTS:

CRASH through a bank of windows on either side, swinging in.

They FIRE cannisters of TEAR GAS. As Blade moves to engage

them, Whistler RUSHES into the heart of the armory --

A reinforced door EXPLODES inward. MORE AGENTS storm inside.

FROM THE WATER,

a military Zodiac (inflatable boat) roars up one of the wooden

boat ramps, laden with gun-toting AGENTS. They jump out,

fanning all over the boat house.

He hears a

AGENT:

On the floor! ON THE FLOOR!

Whistler FIRES at them, then makes a run for it. The agents

RETURN FIRE, but Whistler ducks behind a concrete pillar --

EXT. BLADE'S REFUGE - BOAT HOUSE - NIGHT

Cop cruisers, unmarked cars, and SWAT trucks sweep in, SIRENS

blaring, disgorging a small army of POLICE and FBI AGENTS.

POLICE BOATS are pulling up to the dock.

AGENTS CUMBERLAND AND HALE

emerge from an unmarked, wearing bullet-proof vests,

brandishing firearms. Cumberland barks orders into a radio.

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