Blade II Page #2

With each pool of light, his awful smile seems to distort

further and further, until his mouth seems to be widening all

the way back to his ears.

NOMAK (CONT'D)

I f***ing hate vampires.

On the floor, the vampire Guard CRIES OUT in fear, helplessly

raising his hands to defend himself. Nomak HOWLS and leaps

towards him/us, blacking out the screen with his hurtling

form as we --

CUT TO:

EXT. INNER-CITY BACK-ALLEY - NIGHT

BOOM! A second-story door flies open and FIVE VAMPIRE thug

wannabes come spilling out. They race down a flight of

stairs, tripping and tumbling over themselves. In descending

order, they are:
RUSH, a pimped-out Vanilla Ice clone wearing

Karl Kani gear, followed by JIGSAW, ST. CLOUD, T-BAG and

SEGURA.

BLADE:

exits just behind them, eschewing the stairs completely and

vaulting over the railing. He unholsters his MACH pistol as

he drops, FIRING it as he lands in a cat-like stance on the

snowy ground below --

BA-BANG! A silver-tipped bullet punches through T-Bag's

chest. He turns to ash even as his fellow vamps dash through

the disintegrating cloud that used to be his body. The

embers melt the snow where they land.

A super-charged foot chase ensues, with hunter and prey

moving at speeds in excess of anything a human would ever be

capable of. We're talking thirty-five, even forty miles an

hour.

ON BLADE:

Running like a bull, condensed vapor streaming from his mouth

and nostrils. Splashing through puddles of icy water

storming through barriers of plywood and razor wire, leaping

over mountains of garbage bags.

ON THE VAMPIRES:

as they flatten a length of cyclone fencing like it was crepe

paper. They scramble up an obstacle of waste bins, leaping

into the air --

BACK TO BLADE:

pulling out his twin-bladed boomerang as he runs. He flings

the weapon. It twirls around, catching --

ST. CLOUD IN MID-LEAP

and cutting the vampire completely in half. As the

disintegrating halves of St. Cloud fall to the side, Blade

storms over the waste bin.

EXT. INNER-CITY - SECOND ALLEY - NIGHT

The remaining vampires stumble into a narrower alley where a

GROUP OF BUMS are warming themselves over a series of oil

drum fires.

Jigsaw slips, TRIPPING over one of the burning oil drums,

catching himself ablaze. He doesn't give a sh*t. He keeps

on running, barreling his way into --

INT. NOODLE FACTORY - NIGHT

-- the back entrance of a cramped, sweat-shop. Some kind of

noodle factory filled with steam and equipment and YAMMERING

FOREIGNERS and --

-- here comes Blade, hot on the vampires' heels, shouldering

workers aside and --

EXT. NOODLE FACTORY - NIGHT

-- Rush and the remaining vamps spill out onto the street

where a number of motorcycles are waiting for them -- two BMW

R1200 motorbikes and a tricked-out Panhead Harley chopper

with ape-hanger handlebars.

Rush and Segura leap atop their BMWs. Jigsaw rolls into a

puddle of water, dousing himself, then jumps onto his

chopper. As the vamps peel out --

BLADE:

Bursts from the factory. Segura revs his BMW, trying to run

him down. At the last second, Blade pivots aside like a

matador. Segura circles around for another try.

Blade leaps, somersaulting through the air, then lands on the

back of the bike behind Segura. SHINGGG! Blade pulls a

retractable garrotte wire from the sleeve of his jacket and

wraps it around Segura's throat.

With a violent twist, Blade decapitates Segura. As the

vampire's headless body turns to ash before him, Blade leans

forward and takes the controls of the speeding motorcycle.

WHOOSH! Blade speeds after the other vamps.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Rush and Jigsaw gun their bikes for all they're worth. Up

ahead, a line of construction barricades are blocking the

way. The vampires power on through the barricades, then

abruptly brake --

THE OVERPASS:

before them is under construction. There's a twenty-foot gap

in the road where a portion is missing, pieces of re-bar

poking out from the ends of the prefabricated sections.

Rush and Jigsaw consider their options, but then they hear

the ROAR of Blade's engine as he comes SCREAMING over the

rise in the road!

F*** it. Rush powers his chopper forward, making the jump,

burning rubber as he lands on the far side. Jigsaw torques

his handle and follows, rocketing towards the gap.

ON BLADE:

as he snaps his hand up -- a trio of Japanese throwing stars

appearing between his fingers like a magician's cards. He

flings the stars at Jigsaw's bike --

The throwing stars hit Jigsaw's back tire and the bike goes

down, vomiting SPARKS as it slides forward. Jigsaw is flung

forward like a ragdoll, out over the gap in the overpass and

-- WHUNK! Jigsaw is impaled on the protruding re-bar! He

HOWLS, instantly disintegrating as Blade makes the jump!

UP AHEAD:

Rush cuts onto an on-ramp, powering his way onto the freeway.

EXT. FREEWAY - NIGHT

Hyper-speed. Rush slouches low, trying to cut wind

resistance and will his bike faster. He hazards a look back.

BLADE:

is gaining on him like demon of speed.

Rush pulls a TEC-9, FIRING back at Blade. It's no good.

Blade is nearly upon him, unsheathing his sword from his back

scabbard --

Blade JABS his sword forward into Rush's rear-wheel. The

bike locks up, flips over, BURSTS INTO FLAMES. The whole

screaming wreck slews forward, SHOWERING SPARKS --

RUSH:

goes flying onto the road, rolling over and over, one of his

legs SNAPPING at a bone-breaking angle. As he lies there

MOANING, Blade circles around, sweeping past Rush's decimated

bike, retrieving his sward from the burning wreckage.

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes