Blade II Page #31

THE HORIZON:

where the faintest glimmer of pre-dawn light brightens the

cloud-swept sky. It's peaceful. We can hear the SURF

crashing on the shore below.

Together they wait.

A GLIMMER OF LIGHT emerges over the earth's curvature,

spreading its dazzling radiance out across the skyline.

Nyssa's eyes widen in expectation, her breath catching. She

looks up at Blade, stroking his face, smiling.

NYSSA:

Each day is a little life. Remember?

Blade nods, he's strong for her. Despite his best efforts, a

tear slides down his cheek. They kiss then as the sun rises

in full glory, flooding the world with its brilliance.

Blade holds Nyssa tightly to his chest, refusing to

relinquish his grip as her body catches fire. The end is

blessedly quick -- not a slow-burn of blazing agony, but a

nearly seamless transition from life --

To ash... Nyssa collapses apart in Blade's arms, billowing

out around him in a cloud of glowing embers. One moment

she's there, the next she's gone. Blade remains where he is,

kneeling on the bluff, the wind carrying the last traces of

Nyssa aloft into the sky. He shuts his eyes. Turns his face

to the warmth of the sun, surrendering himself to acceptance.

WE RISE UP:

isolating Blade alone on the windswept bluff. After a

moment, Whistler moves to Blade's side. He rests a hand on

Blade's shoulder, but doesn't say a word. We keep moving up

and up until the two of them are just a pair of tiny figures

on the rolling coastline. Then we --

DISSOLVE TO:

A SERIES OF CLOSEUPS

Images of a weapon being forged, all filtered through

shimmering convection waves of intense heat. We SEE a HAMMER

CLANGING DOWN. The FIRES of a ROARING furnace. SPARKS

showering up from titanium slowly being given shape. Molten

silver. Acid etching. And then we PULL BACK to reveal --

INT. BLADE'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT

Blade works before a forge by moonlight, his body dripping

with sweat. He slips his hand in a protective glove and

grips the red-hot weapon, dousing it in a quench bucket. As

a cloud of steam envelops Blade, he lifts it up for view.

A NEW SWORD:

perfect. Lethal. Wrought from titanium, plated in sliver.

As Blade inspects the sword, we hear his earlier words again:

BLADE (V.O.)

I am a hunter. A weapon. It's what I

do. It's in my blood...

Satisfied with his work, Blade smiles --

EXT. FUCKINGHAM PALACE - NIGHT

A sh*t-hole porno emporium offering the latest in bagged-for

your-pleasure Euro-raunch.

INT. FUCKINGHAM PALACE - NIGHT

Rush, the vampire brother wanna-be from the opening of the

film, is up at the register, exchanging a twenty for a

handful of tokens. He's humming along to that old E-Rotic

song "Voulez-vous couchez avec moi".

RUSH:

-- yelling for your tender touch, you

can never get enough --

We FOLLOW HIM down a hall lined with video booths, serenaded

all the while by the cheesy SYNTH SOUNDTRACKS and faked

ORGASMOGROANS coming from beyond the doors.

RUSH (CONT'D)

-- cover me with your love --

Rush stops at "Buddy Booth No. 3 - HOT ONE-ON-ONE ACTION."

INT. BUDDY BOOTH - NIGHT

Rush steps inside. There's a chair set in front of a

Plexiglas window, an intercom with a phone receiver, box of

Kleenex, and a slot for the tokens.

Rush gets himself situated, picks up the receiver, then

eagerly pops some tokens in the slot.

RUSH:

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir!

Voulez-vous coucher AVEC MOI!!!

With a HUM, the screen in front of the window rises, offering

us a view of the booth on the other side of the Plexiglas.

Only instead of a skanked out booth girl, Rush finds himself

staring in open-mouthed astonishment at --

BLADE:

Who flashes an evil smile at us.

BLADE:

What? You think I forgot about you?

In a near blur, Blade draws his new sword from his back

scabbard and stabs it RIGHT INTO CAMERA, SMASHING apart the

Plexiglas window as we --

FADE TO BLACK.

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