Blade II Page #18

Whistler steps closer, his voice dropping to a lethal,

whisper.

WHISTLER:

I'm compromised?! Me?! I'm not the one

playing stink-finger with Vampirella out

there!

Blade stares back at Whistler, calm as a viper.

BLADE:

You're out of line, old man.

The two comrades in arms stare each other down. Then,

finally, Whistler backs away.

WHISTLER:

(quietly)

We'll see.

Whistler turns and strides exits. We HOLD ON Blade, torn,

conflicted, watching Whistler retreat.

EXT. BLADE'S WAREHOUSE/SHIPYARD - NIGHT

We SEE a FIGURE emerge from the shadows -- CHUPA.

EXT. CITY SLUM - NIGHT

Chupa walks the night, scanning shadows.

CHUPA'S POV (VAMPIRE VISION)

Like heat-vision, only tinged with crimson. There are DRUG

DEALERS and bottom feeding WHORES trolling for tricks out

here, BEATING HEARTS and BRANCHING ARTERIES highlighted on

their ghostly silhouettes.

Chupa moves to the mouth of an alley, nodding to a DEALER.

DEALER:

Lookin' to get hooked up?

CHUPA:

What you got?

As the dealer glances around to see if anyone's watching --

DEALER:

Horse, Hawaiian ice. Whatever you want.

Chupa sniffs the air, glancing at a pulsating vein on the

dealer's neck, and smiles.

CHUPA:

Whatever, huh? Well I'm all off the

hook on that b*tch.

Chupa steps into the alley with the dealer.

DEALER:

So what's it gonna be?

CHUPA:

Fear.

Chupa is at the dealer's throat before he can finish,

flashing his fangs, shoving him backwards. Then --

CHUPA (CONT'D)

I like a little adrenaline chaser.

WHAP! A HAND

Grabs a fistful of Chupa's hair, jerking his head back. It's

Blade. He yanks Chupa off the dealer.

BLADE:

What do you think you're doing?

CHUPA:

Trying to feed, puto baboso!

The dealer takes off as Blade swings Chupa around. They

exchange a couple of blows, then Blade knees him in the

balls, twisting him around by his arm, dislocating it.

Blade releases Chupa, shoving him forward. Chupa's broken

arm dangles awkwardly. Furious, Chupa reaches for his .45

with his good hand -- only to hear the CLICK of another gun

as it's placed against the back of his head.

ANGLE ON NYSSA:

Standing behind him, looking grim and determined.

NYSSA:

Do it and you die.

(Chupa considers options)

You heard Asad. Until this is over,

these people are our allies.

CHUPA:

Oh I haven't forgotten about Asad. I'm

just wondering if you have.

Chupa re-holsters his gun, then jams his dislocated arm up

against the wall and resets it. He backs away. Nyssa

watches him leave, looks to Blade.

NYSSA:

He's right about one thing. We do have

to survive.

BLADE:

You don't have to hunt to do it.

NYSSA:

Really? What are we supposed to do,

then? Starve ourselves because we fee

on others in order to live? What about

that scumbag you just let off the hook?

A nothing. A drug-dealer. How do you

justify saving people like that?

Blade doesn't answer, just moves away. She follows.

NYSSA (CONT'D)

You know the Thirst better than any of

us. You're barely managing to tread

water yourself. Living in a constant

state of pain, having to shoot up that

serum of yours. That's not what I call

surviving, Blade.

Off Blade's stony expression we --

CUT TO:

INT. SCUD'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT

The back of the workshop. Scud takes a hit of weed then

resumes working on one of the UV entry lights -- it's been

taken half-apart and tweaked-out with cables and a crystal

prism. Whistler is there too, loading magazines.

WHISTLER:

(observing Scud)

The hell are you fiddling with there?

SCUD:

(proud, succinct)

Tweaked the phosphor rod, modified the

collimated beam, wanna concentrate the

light, get something like a UV laser

going.

WHISTLER:

(shaking his head)

You're wasting your time, already been

tried.

SCUD:

Yeah, but you didn't have the Scudster

working on it, did you?

WHISTLER:

(testy)

Nope. Back then we did not.

SCUD:

(unfazed)

So how long have you known Blade,

anyway?

WHISTLER:

Going on twenty years now.

SCUD:

Blade doesn't talk about the old days

much.

WHISTLER:

Blade doesn't talk about anything much.

(nodding to Scud)

What about you, though?

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