Blade II Page #17
NYSSA (O.S.)
They appear to have a nictating membrane
here, like you'd see on a crocodile or
camel. Shields the eyes from sunlight.
The hands now part the Reaper's mouth, probing the seam in
the chin, then splitting the mandible apart to reveal the
enlarged esophagus. The fingers push back on the gums and
the pressure-sensitive fangs extend even further in response.
NYSSA (O.S.) (CONT'D)
A bifurcated mandible. More developed
masseter muscles and zygomatic bones
around the mouth allowing for a much
larger, stronger bite --
Blade, Nyssa, and Scud are gathered around the autopsy table.
The rest of the crew linger further back.
NYSSA (CONT'D)
Epidermal layers are thicker, tougher --
Nyssa begins the Y-incision along the chest. Once again,
CLEAR SERUM oozes out. She cracks open the thoracic cavity.
SCUD:
Ho-lee sh*t.
We SEE inside the abdominal cavity. A complex, pinkish/gray
parasitic organism has taken over every organ visible.
NYSSA:
I've never seen anything like this. The
Reapers are as different from us as we
are from you.
(probing the organism)
It's almost as if the virus is re-wiring
their bodies, creating new, parasitic
organs which consume the old ones.
BLADE:
Like cancer with a purpose.
NYSSA:
Exactly. Look at the digestive system.
It's been drastically simplified. Super
charged. And this --
She pulls back the lungs -- a calcified structure encasing a
fibrous mass rests where the heart would normally be. She
taps the calcified structure with a scalpel.
NYSSA (CONT'D)
The heart is completely encased in bone.
She tries to cut into the bony shell and the scalpel snaps.
Scud WHISTLES, impressed.
SCUD:
Good luck getting a stake through that.
Blade studies the Reaper corpse, then looks to the Bloodpack.
BLADE:
We've got six hours till sunrise. Be
ready by then.
ASAD:
What happens at sunrise?
BLADE:
We take up the hunt again.
CHUPA:
You gotta be f***ing joking.
BLADE:
You've seen what we're up against.
Daylight's the only advantage we've got.
They'll be more vulnerable then.
REINHARDT:
(pointedly)
And so will we.
BLADE:
Look, I care about the humans who are
dying, not you, got it?
REINHARDT:
(snarling)
Spare me the race card, OJ. We're not
going out into the sun. It's too risky.
BLADE:
You don't have a choice. You're just
going to have to protect yourselves as
best you can.
Blade spins and leaves. Whistler follows. Nyssa watches
them disappear into Blade's room. Reinhardt and the other
vampires approach her.
REINHARDT:
You buying any of this chocolate Elvis
bullshit?
Nyssa just stares him down, obviously conflicted.
CHUPA:
This guy doesn't know what the f*** he's
doing. We already lost Priest and
Lighthammer, who's gonna be next? F***
him. F*** his rules. First chance I
get, I'm chowing down on that f***ing
HeeHaw sidekick of his.
Snowman signs something to Verlaine.
VERLAINE:
What do you think, Asad?
ASAD:
(pointedly)
I don't think. I follow orders.
Asad looks to Nyssa once more -- perhaps he's even concerned
now. She's still staring in the direction Blade left.
INT. SCUD'S WORKSHOP - BLADE'S SLEEPING AREA - NIGHT
Blade sits in the shadows, wrapping a piece of rubber tubing
around his arm, injecting himself with pneumatic syringe of
serum. He shivers, convulses violently, then throws back his
head in relief. When he does so, he SEES --
Whistler standing in the doorway. They eye each other a
moment as Blade unwraps the tubing from his arm, puts away
his syringe and serum. Whistler lights a cigarette, then
nods through a window towards Nyssa and the others.
WHISTLER:
You ask me, you and Miss Muffet are
getting a mite too cozy for my taste.
BLADE:
Blade moves to walk away, but Whistler stops him.
WHISTLER:
I am worrying. Seems to me, you're
starting to get confused as to which
side of the line you're standing on.
BLADE:
Pretty hollow words coming from a man
who spent the last year running with the
enemy.
WHISTLER:
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
BLADE:
It means I'm starting to wonder if the
vampires still have their hooks in you.
You've been acting strange ever since I
gave you the cure. Reckless, quick to
anger --
(beat)
You said it yourself, Whistler. Those
vampires knew our defense system
backwards and forwards. Where'd they
get their intel?
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