Blade II Page #19

Scud pulls up his T-shirt. His abdomen is covered in a

network of horrific scars. Like something you'd see on the

survivor of a shark attack.

WHISTLER (CONT'D)

Pretty.

SCUD:

I was backpacking. Hooked up with these

two chicks who were off to see the

Burning Man festival. We were gonna

take "E", have ourselves a little

freeball out in the desert. You know

the riff, "Dear Penthouse, I never

thought this would happen to me, but --"

Scud takes a Phillip and adjust some screws on the laser.

SCUD (CONT'D)

Anyway, halfway through our Three's

Company marathon, Janet and Chrissy

started taking chunks out of me. Woulda

died too if Blade hadn't shown up and

staked those mamacitas a new honeyhole.

(shrugging)

Things kinda fell in place after that.

Scud jiggles the necklace of fangs around his neck.

SCUD (CONT'D)

Took myself a few souvenirs, though.

Scud triggers the modified entry light. The light PULSES

like a series of flash-bulbs going off, creating a

stroboscopic effect as a wafer-thin, super-concentrated BLUE

BEAM OF LIGHT slices through the shadows. Scud looks to

Whistler and smiles.

SCUD (CONT'D)

Mmm-mmm. Poppa's got a brand new bag.

EXT. CITYSCAPE - PRE-DAWN

Beyond the shadowed skyline of monolithic buildings, the

night is beginning to give way to dawn.

INT. SCUD'S WORKSHOP - PRE-DAWN

Scud stands before the others. He looks bleary-eyed but

pleased with the night's work. The fruit of their efforts

are laid on a work table before them -- a half-dozen UV laser

guns, along with a collection of UV flashbang grenades and a

much bigger explosive device secured into a backpack carrier.

Blade picks up one of the UV lasers. He sights down the

length of it. Scud takes a power pack and slaps into the

base of Blade's gun.

SCUD:

The powerpacks have a limited charge,

maybe ten minutes of continuous use at

most.

Nyssa gestures to the flashbang grenades.

NYSSA:

What are these?

SCUD:

UV flashbang grenades with plug-in

phosphor sticks --

(pointing to a backpack

carrier)

This is for the grand finale. Wired

together a couple-dozen of those

puppies. But I'd be careful where you

pop your load. Might end up frying

yourselves in the process.

WHISTLER:

What about you? You're not coming?

SCUD:

After last night? Dude, I'm a lover,

not a fighter.

Asad looks to Blade.

ASAD:

What good is all this firepower if we

don't know where they're hiding?

BLADE:

We won't need to. They'll come to us.

REINHARDT:

How?

Blade looks to Nyssa, who tosses Reinhardt an aerosol

cannister. He sprays a little, then wrinkles his nose in

disgust, gagging.

REINHARDT (CONT'D)

This is f***ing foul!

NYSSA:

They're pheromones. I infused them from

that Reaper's adrenal glands. All

mammals use them to mark their

territory. Even vampires.

CHUPA:

F*** that! I'm not spraying some gash

hound's nut-juice on me!

NYSSA:

Trust me, the Reapers will key to it.

If we use this, we'll draw them out.

CUT TO:

INT. HOUSE OF PAIN - DRAINAGE AREA - DAWN

Beneath the ballroom gratings. A high-angle shot looking

down at the octagonal iron culvert around which Blade,

Whistler, and the remainder of the Bloodpack are gathered.

The mechanized, sectional portions of the culvert covering

are GRINDING UPWARD, flowering open and apart like some blood

and rust-encrusted gateway to Hell.

INT. SEWER/OUTFLOW AREA - DAWN

One by one, the group of hunters descend into the

claustrophobic chamber. Verlaine is lugs the UV bomb on her

back. Blade leads them to the clawed-open portion of the

brick wall, then on through.

INT. SEWER LINE - CONTINUOUS

Blade leads the group along a grime-encrusted line which

slopes gradually downward, sloshing through ankle-deep run

off water collected from the city above them. Tendrils of

mist drift about, cutting their field of vision even further.

Here and there, thin SHAFTS of SUNLIGHT cut down through

cracks in the street above, requiring the vampires to

cautiously circumvent them.

They reach a four-way intersection of tunnels. Blade pauses.

BLADE:

Time for Nyssa's pheromones.

Blade opens a statchel. Inside are a dozen distinctive

aluminum atomizers. He hands them out to the others.

Whistler triggers a can, spraying a thin mist over his face,

wrinkling his noses in disgust.

WHISTLER:

Eau de suckhead. Tasty.

BLADE:

We'll split into three units. First

team that makes contact wins the prize.

Try to maintain radio silence from here

on out.

Blade points to Chupa and Whistler, indicating the Eastern

tunnel. They head off. Next, Blade directs Nyssa, Asad,

Snowman, and Verlaine down the Western tunnel. Blade nods to

Reinhardt and starts down the Northern branch.

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