Blade II Page #29

Blade sinks from view, disappearing beneath the churning

slurry of crimson. A beat passes as Reinhardt and his men

draw closer, apprehensive. Then, an explosion of BLOOD

gushes over Reinhardt and the others. They fall backwards,

blinded, slipping --

BLADE:

surfaces from the cask in morbidly glorious slow-motion.

Think of Sheen in the end-sequence of Apocalypse Now, only

instead of a river of mud, Blade is covered head-to-toe in

crimson. Majestic and glistening. A primordial god. He

rears back his head, letting loose a triumphal ROAR.

Reinhardt's men hesitate. One look at Blade's eyes and we

can see he's tapped into a well-spring of fury even he never

knew he had. The man is super-charged and ready for war.

Blade tears into the vampires, unleashing a blizzard of

martial arts moves. He powers a right hook into the first

vampire's face, then pivots, launching a devastating spinning

back-fist into the face of a second. At the same time, he

rips the second guard's security belt from his waist,

twirling it around nanchadku-style to blind a third guard and

capture the wrist of a fourth.

Some vampires FIRE their guns, but Blade is a whirlwind,

shifting and dodging. BULLETS go wild, hitting circuitry,

EXPLODING APART cannisters of combustible chemicals. In

seconds, FLAMES are licking across the laboratory floor.

Blade drops, causing a pair of vampires to FIRE their guns at

one another.

Then Blade knocks two more vampires onto their asses with a

foot sweep. Then he's up again. Slamming the bridge of a

fifth vampire's nose into his brain with a palm heel strike.

A snap kick, an overhand elbow strike, a knee stamp that

shatter's the vampire's knee cap. An upward block, a jab, a

cross, a shin kick aimed at a vamp's quadriceps.

Overhand punches, rising punches, parallel punches, spinning

rear elbows, deep kicks, on and on and on and on in an orgy

of super-hero violence until --

WHAM! Blade cuts the last of the vampire soldiers down,

turning from the creature's disintegrating body to face --

REINHARDT:

The vampire mercenary clutches Blade's sword in his hand, but

the weapon provides him with little sense of security given

that he's just seen a dozen of his men slaughtered. The

automatic sprinkler system is on now, spraying water down

upon Blade and Reinhardt alike. Blade advances.

Reinhardt's been cornered. There's nowhere else for him to

run. Refusing to be cowed, Reinhardt SCREAMS and brings the

sword down at Blade's head when WHOOSH --

But Blade swings his hands upward, slapping them on either

side of the blade, trapping the sword on its downward arc.

Reinhardt strains, trying to tear the sword away from Blade's

grip. The vampire's eyes widen in fear. And during that

split-second in which the two men are frozen, connected by

the weapon which vibrates between them, Blade says:

BLADE:

Tell me something, chief. Can you

blush?

TWHISH! The sword twists free from Reinhardt's grasp,

spinning upward into the air. Reinhardt stumbles backwards

against the blood cask railing as --

Blade catches the sword on its way down, swinging it around

in one fluid motion, slicing Reinhardt's torso in half, along

with a diagonal axis! Reinhardt sinks to his knees as the

TWO HALVES split apart, turning to ash before they hit floor.

Beat. Blade stands beneath the spray of the overhead

sprinklers, rinsing the blood from his body. He turns

towards the exit, sword in hand.

CUT TO:

INT. CALIBAN INDUSTRIES - LOBBY - NIGHT

A set of elevator doors open, disgorging Damaskinos. Beyond

the lobby windows we can SEE a waiting helicopter, VAMPIRE

SOLDIERS readying it for take-off. Damaskinos rushes across

the lobby and is almost at the exit when --

CHUNK!CHUNK!CHUNK! A series of steel shutters slam down over

the doors and windows. Damaskinos tries to tug one of the

shutters upwards, then moves to a keypad nearby. He starts

hurriedly tapping in a numeric sequence when we hear:

NYSSA (O.S.)

I overrode the security codes.

Damaskinos spins around. Nyssa stands behind him. She's got

Whistler's rail-gun in her hands.

NYSSA (CONT'D)

We're locked in.

DAMASKINOS:

Are you insane? He'll kill us both!

NYSSA:

Maybe it's better that way.

AS if in response, a GRINDING SHUDDER comes from the elevator

doors. Damaskinos spins in wide-eyed horror, then --

BLADE (O.S.)

What's it going to be, Damaskinos?

Thiavolos. The devil you know --

BLADE:

enters the lobby from a mezzanine above, sword in hand.

BLADE (CONT'D)

-- or the devil you don't?

Damaskinos turns back to his daughter, making a last appeal.

DAMASKINOS:

(vampire dialect; subtitled)

For God's sake, Nyssa! Let us out of

here!

WHAM!WHAM!WHAM! Nomak pounds away. The elevator doors are

starting to buckle, then they tear apart completely --

NOMAK:

bursts into the lobby, ROARING. If anything, he is even more

animalistic now, his features having become grossly

distorted.

NOMAK:

(in vampire dialect)

Why are you frightened, father? The

prodigal son has returned.

Damaskinos scurries backwards, but there's nowhere left to

run. Nomak descends on him, lifting the vampire into a rib

crushing embrace, chomping his elongated canines into

Damaskinos' throat.

Damaskinos SQUEALS like a child as his life-blood is sucked

out of him. His body begins to cave inward, shrinking and

twisting until there's nothing left but shriveled husk.

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