Blade II Page #20

INT. EASTERN TUNNEL - DAY

It's darker here, no shafts of sunlight slicing down from

above. Whistler turns on his UV entry light. Chupa reaches

out with his hand, partially blocking the beam.

CHUPA:

Turn it off.

As the shifting patterns of light and shadow play across

Chupa's face we SEE his pupils contract and dilate

unnaturally large in response.

CHUPA (CONT'D)

We want to attract them, not scare them

off.

WHISTLER:

Yeah, but you fangs can see in the dark.

What am I supposed to do?

Chupa tosses Whistler a pair of night-vision goggles.

CHUPA:

Bifocals, grandpa. And try to keep up.

Chupa heads into the darkness, moving with uncanny speed.

INT. TUNNELS - VARIOUS

We intercut between the three teams now, back and forth as

they progress deeper into the city's bowels.

INT. NORTHERN TUNNEL - DAY

Blade and Reinhardt trudge along. The tunnel slopes inward,

forming a V-shaped channel where a trickle of water flows.

Blade notices SOMETHING bobbing in the water. He nudges it

with his foot and knocks it free. It's a broken HUMAN TIBIA

which twirls around, then flows past their legs.

A few steps later on, Reinhardt notices SOMETHING ELSE. He

stoops into waist-deep water, picking up what he thinks is an

isolated HUMAN RIB -- but ends up snagging a tangled mass of

hair, mud, and bones.

INT. EASTERN TUNNEL - DAY

Whistler and Chupa move side by side. Chupa is anxious, eyes

darting about. Occasionally, they come upon a transection

with smaller conduits leading off to the right and the left.

Then they reach a stooped, narrower tunnel and have to move

single file.

Suddenly, a BLAST of LIGHT and THUNDEROUS SOUND explodes

above them. They look up --

WHISTLER:

(startled)

Sh*t!

A subway TRAIN rockets by on a track just above them,

pummeling them with soot and dust.

Unseen by them, briefly illuminated by the flashing subway

lights we see three Reaper faces, pale and haunting, hanging

upside down.

INT. NORTHERN TUNNEL - DAY

Blade and Reinhardt reach a dead-end where the tunnel has

caved in. A BERM OF HUMAN BONES slopes upward from the water

-- skulls and ribs, vertebrae, tibias, metatarsi. Blade

kneels, inspecting them. There are gnaw marks on them.

BLADE:

Must be hundreds of these skeletons

here.

REINHARDT:

So?

BLADE:

So I think you people may have

underestimated how many Reapers you're

dealing with.

INT. WESTERN TUNNEL - DAY

As Nyssa, Snowman, Verlaine, and Asad cautiously move

forward, Nyssa GASPS, startled by --

HALF A DOZEN REAPERS laying on the tunnel floor before them

in a stagnant pool of sewage water. Dead.

INT. EASTERN TUNNEL - DAY

Back with Whistler and Chupa, Whistler is in the lead.

CHUPA (O.S.)

Hey,hillbilly.

As Whistler turns around, Chupa SLAMS Whistler in the side of

the head, swiping his night-vision goggles off. As Whistler

vainly searches for his goggles.

WHISTLER:

What the f*** you doing?

CHUPA:

Ain't nobody here but you and me,

chicken wing. I'd say this is as good a

time as any to settle up.

Chupa moves stealthily in darkness, violently KICKING the

older man. Whistler tries to crawl away, then reaches for

his pheromone atomizer and locks it in the "on-position". As

Chupa continues to lay into Whistler we SEE the atomizer roll

away, dispensing its contents.

INT. NORTHERN TUNNEL - DAY

Blade and Reinhardt by the berm of human bones.

NYSSA (O.S.)

(filtered; over comm.)

Blade. We've got six Reapers. They're

all dead.

BLADE:

Fry 'em.

INT. WESTERN TUNNEL - DAY

Nyssa nods to Asad and Verlaine. They train their UV lasers

on the area where the Reaper corpses were -- but the Reaper

bodies are gone. And so is Snowman for that matter.

ASAD:

What? Where did they go?

VERLAINE:

Screw that, where did Snowman go?

Just then, we hear a NOISE from above. Nyssa and the others

whip their UV lasers in that direction.

NYSSA:

Jesus, they were playing possum!

THEIR POV:

A HORDE OF REAPERS skitter away from the lights.

INT. EASTERN TUNNEL - DAY

CLOSE ON the pheromone atomizer, the spray petering out.

Whistler is beat to sh*t, bleeding from his mouth. Chupa

reaches for his handgun, whipping it out just as --

Whistler's hands brush the damaged night vision goggles. He

swings them upward.

WHISTLER'S POV (THROUGH GOGGLES)

Whistler has just enough time to register Chupa, the handgun

pointed directly at him/us before noticing SOMETHING ELSE

just beyond Chupa.

A DOZEN REAPERS:

Clinging to the ceiling above. They drop down on Chupa like

a pack of rabid dogs, literally tearing him in half.

INT. NORTHERN TUNNEL - DAY (20 YEARS AGO)

Hearing GUNFIRE and SCREAMS, Blade charges back in Whistler's

direction as --

THE BERM OF HUMAN BONES

EXPLODE apart. Reapers CHARGE towards them, hitting Blade in

the chest, driving him backwards. As Blade falls, his entry

light swings upward, illuminating.

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