Blade Page #7

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A POLICE OFFICER stands in the hallway -- 30s, handsome, a knight in

shining armor as far as she's concerned.

GIDEON:

Sergeant Gideon. I'm responding to a

911 call.

Karen visibly relaxes. She opens the door and steps aside, allowing

Gideon to enter.

KAREN:

Yes, that was me, I'm Karen Jansen --

Gideon smiles, takes a quick glance around the room, then studies

Karen's face, the bandages on her neck.

GIDEON:

Are you all right?

(off Karen's nod)

I'm glad you called, Ms. Jansen, we've

been anxious to get a hold of you. You

disappeared on us for a while.

KAREN:

I know. Listen -- do you have any idea

what happened to Curtis, the other

doctor?

GIDEON:

(matter of fact)

Oh, he's dead. But I wouldn't worry

about that if I were you.

KAREN:

(alarmed)

Why?

Gideon's smile vanishes as he unholsters his gun.

GIDEON:

Because you're dead too.

Karen GASPS. She has a half-second to act -- in which she triggers a

spray of vampire mace into Gideon's face. Gideon stumbles back,

blinded, cursing, rubbing the heel of his palm against his eyes --

Karen expects pyrotechnics -- but the end result is little more than

an annoyance. A second later, Gideon is simply blinking, sniffing his

fingers, confused --

GIDEON:

Garlic?

KAREN:

He said it would work against

vampires --

Gideon bursts out laughing.

GIDEON:

Who said I was a vampire?

Gideon shakes his head, still snickering. He forces Karen against the

wall, placing the gun against her head --

GIDEON:

Thanks for the laugh. You can shut

your eyes if you want to.

CRASH!!! The front door explodes open as Blade comes flying through

it!

Gideon tries to bring his pistol up -- but Blade grips the man's hand

and squeezes. Gideon SCREAMS as his bones snap like kindling. The

pistol falls from his grasp --

Blade fires his fist into Gideon's gut again and again, then flings

the officer across the room, sending him SMASHING into a glass-cased

cabinet. Bleeding, battered, Gideon struggles to stand --

Blade is all over him, kicking the sh*t out of the rogue cop until he

sinks to the floor in a half-conscious haze.

Blade stands over Gideon's limp form, fists clenched, breathing

heavily, touching down after his adrenaline high. Finally, he looks

to Karen --

BLADE:

You okay?

Karen nods, glances at Gideon --

KAREN:

How did you know?

BLADE:

Figured they'd send someone after you.

Thought I'd wait around and see who

showed up.

KAREN:

You used me as bait?!

BLADE:

It worked, didn't it?

KAREN:

But, he could've --

BLADE:

He didn't. Get over it.

Blade kneels next to Gideon. He turns the man's head, inspects the

neck, the skin behind the ear --

KAREN:

But he's a policeman --

BLADE:

He's a familiar. A human who works for

the vampires. See this mark?

Blade pushes aside Gideon's hair, revealing a tiny, cryptic symbol

tattooed into the man's scalp.

BLADE:

That's a glyph, kind of like a vampire

cattle brand. That means Officer

Friendly here is someone's property.

Any of the other vampire's try to

bleed him, they'll have to answer to

Friendly's owner --

(studying the glyph)

This glyph belongs to Deacon Frost.

We've been tracking him for a while

now --

KAREN:

Why in God's name would anyone want to

work for them?

BLADE:

Because they're vampire wanna-bes. If

they're loyal, if they prove

themselves, then their masters will

turn them.

KAREN:

And that's a good thing?

BLADE:

For some. Live forever, never get old.

The ultimate high.

Just then, Gideon MOANS. Blade drags the man up so they're eye to

eye.

BLADE:

How 'bout you, Officer? You a good

little bloodhound?

CUT TO:

EXT. KAREN'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DUSK

Blade and Karen are now standing by Gideon's police cruiser which is

parked outside Karen's apartment. Blade shoves Gideon against the

hood of the cruiser. He finds Gideon's keys, moves to the trunk,

opens it --

IN THE TRUNK --

A sophisticated medical cooling unit for transporting organs. Blade

opens the unit, coolant vapor hisses out. Inside are plastic bags

containing blood.

BLADE:

Looks like our friend was

blood-running.

(to Gideon)

Where were you headed?

Gideon mumbles through a split lip and chipped teeth --

GIDEON:

Mphuck you --

WHAM! Blade plants Gideon's face into the hood of the car. Gideon

GROANS, coughs --

GIDEON:

Jesus -- 1227 Brookner --

Holliston Clinic --

Blade releases him, then reaches for his Casull.

KAREN:

What are you doing?!

BLADE:

Preventive medicine.

Karen steps in front of Blade, shielding Gideon.

KAREN:

You can't do this, he's human, it's

murder.

BLADE:

It's war, now get the f*** out of the

way!

Karen grabs Blade's arm, wrestling with him, trying to push his hand

away. As the two of them struggle, Gideon makes a break for it,

stumbling across the lawn. Blade pushes Karen aside, takes aim,

FIRES --

-- but Gideon ducks into an alley, disappearing from sight. Blade

spins on Karen, enraged --

BLADE:

God-damnit!!! Do you have any idea

what you just did?! He'll warn them.

They'll be waiting!

But Karen's defiant, she's not backing down.

KAREN:

You were going to kill him. What was I

supposed to do?! Shut my eyes and

pretend I didn't see what I saw?

Blade tears off his glasses. Karen gasps --

BLADE'S EYES

aren't human, nor are they vampire. They're something else -- emerald

green, laced with swirling flecks of red.

BLADE:

Let me set you straight on something,

Doctor. What you've "seen" so far is

nothing. The world you live in's just

the sugar-coated topping. There's

another world beneath it, the real

world -- and it's a f***ing bloodbath.

If you want to survive in it, you'd

better pull your head out of your ass.

Blade slips his glasses back on, leaving Karen shocked into silence.

He heads for his Olds without looking back, climbs in, guns the

engine. In seconds, he's gone, tearing off down the street in a cloud

of exhaust.

EXT. EDGEWOOD TOWERS, PENTHOUSE - DUSK

We are soaring through the air above the gleaming city skyline,

moving towards the Edgewood Towers whose windows reflect the blood-

red sinking sun.

INT. FROST'S PENTHOUSE, POOL - NIGHT

Suffused lighting, elegant tile-work featuring evocative mosaics, the

quiet strains of CLASSICAL MUSIC --

MERCURY,

the lupine Gaultier girl from the club, glides beneath the water,

surfacing at the deep end. We SEE --

FROST:

lounging in a chair, studying a laptop which rests beside him. On the

screen is a digitized image -- a page taken from an ancient

manuscript, written in a secret tongue.

Officer Gideon waits nearby, cradling his ruined hand, his battered

face cast downward like a boy who's been called into the Principal's

office.

GIDEON:

Look, I know you're disappointed --

FROST:

Crestfallen.

GIDEON:

Blade was waiting for me. There wasn't

anything I could do.

Frost nods, lapsing into brooding contemplation.

FROST:

Tell me something, Gideon, what blood

type are you?

Gideon hesitates. Is this a trick question?

GIDEON:

I don't really know --

FROST:

Take a wild stab. A? B? O, perhaps?

I'm interested in the antigens here,

the agglutination reaction --

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