Blade II Page #9

Surrounded by the salvaged parts and massive gears of long

discarded machinery, half-hidden in shadow. A shaft of

morning sunlight cuts in through one of the windows, slowly

moving across the floor towards his position. He shifts in

his chair, moving slightly --

Away from the light.

CUT TO:

EXT. GAS STATION - NIGHT

It's late. An ice-encased streetlight HUMS and flickers.

The pumps are vacant. A heavy blanket of sooty snow covers

the grounds of the station. The fluorescents of the mini

mart are the only beacon of light in an otherwise fog-bound

night.

INT. MINI-MART - NIGHT

A KOREAN WOMAN (30s) mans the counter. Her TODDLER sits in a

circular safety walker nearby. The kind that rolls and is

affixed with toys to keep a baby occupied. The woman glances

at two surveillance monitors. On the first monitor we see --

A CAR:

pull up to the pumps outside. A MAN gets out, slides his

credit card through the reader, starts pumping gas.

ON THE SECOND MONITOR

We SEE a FIGURE standing at the back by the Slurpee machine.

The figure turns, approaching. It's Nomak. He sets a

package of gum on the counter, looks to the baby. He smiles,

wriggles his finger. The child COOS and smiles back.

Unnerved by Nomak, the Korean woman quickly rings the

transaction, gives him his change. He removes a stick of gum

from the pack, carefully unwraps it, slides it into his

mouth, watching the child all the while. Finally, he nods to

the woman and leaves. The door CHIMES as he exits.

Beat. The woman looks to the surveillance monitors again.

THE FIRST MONITOR

The car is still there, but the man pumping gas is gone.

Puzzled, the woman steps from behind the counter and moves to

the glass doors, looking out --

HER POV:

The car's driver side door hangs open. Even more disturbing,

the hose for the gas pump lies untended on the icy ground,

spilling fuel from its nozzle.

EXT. GAS STATION - NIGHT

The Korean woman cautiously exits the mini-mart. No one is

in sight. She hurries to the abandoned car, disengaging the

lock on the pump handle, then setting it back in its cradle.

She looks to the open driver's door. A FEW DROPLETS OF BLOOD

have stained the snow just outside it. Then she sees --

A GHOSTLY FIGURE

Standing off in the fog-bound shadows. The woman looks back

to the mini-mart, then back again to where the figure was

standing. But the figure is gone! Growing increasingly

anxious, the woman hurries back.

INT. GAS STATION - NIGHT

The woman shuts the door, locks it. But she's still just a

target standing inside a well-lit glass box. She moves to

the safety walker, scoops up her child.

After another moment's indecision, she slides the accordion

style gate down over the doors and windows. Then she turns

off the lights. Feeling somewhat more secure, the woman

moves back around the counter and SEES --

An unwrapped stick of gum resting on the tray of the baby

walker. It wasn't there before. With a rising sense of

dread, the woman backs away, bumping right into --

NOMAK:

He smiles cruelly, the scar/seam in his chin just beginning

to part. The woman gasps, turns to run --

and bumps into THREE MORE REAPERS. Gaunt and feral-looking.

All three with shaved heads.

No eyebrows, and hairline scar/seams running down their

chins. As one, the reapers descend on her. We hear the

child's TERRIFIED WAIL and we --

CUT TO:

EXT. THE CITY - NIGHT

A sulfur-colored moon shines its baleful light down upon the

icy cityscape as NOMAK'S ROAR echoes through the canyon of

buildings.

INT. SCUD'S WORKSHOP - BLADE'S SLEEPING AREA - NIGHT

Blade is just finishing injecting himself with serum. He

sighs, falling back into the chair he's sitting in, waiting

for the shakes to subside. He unwraps a piece of rubbing

tubing which he'd been using as a tourniquet, flexes his

hand.

The door to his room opens. Scud stands there in silhouette.

SCUD:

Um, we've got company.

INT. SCUD'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT

Blade emerges into the workshop proper with Whistler and

Scud.

NYSSA AND BLOODPACK

Stand before us. They represent an assortment of ages and

races, their one unifying characteristic being a callous,

almost fanatical disregard for human life. In short, these

guys are the most stone-cold motherfuckers we've ever seen.

WHISTLER:

Well if it isn't Snow White and the

Seven Suckheads.

Their leader, DIETER REINHARDT (30s), is a square-jawed,

chiseled Austrian. Next to Reinhardt is SNOWMAN, a wire

albino, LIGHTHAMMER, a massive Blackfoot Indian, and PRIEST,

a bald-headed modern primitive with copious piercings and

facial tattoos. Rounding out the bunch is CHUPA, a blunt

featured Puerto Rican, and VERLAINE, a familiar-looking

curvaceous beauty with bee-stung lips that exudes a predatory

sexuality.

(NOTE:
Verlaine looks familiar because she is the twin sister

of Raquel, the bodacious vamp played by Traci Lords that

Blade killed in the opening scene of the first film.)

REINHARDT:

Check it out, troops. Count Chocula.

The vampires LAUGH. Asad quiets them with a look, then

gestures to them in turn.

ASAD:

Blade, this is Reinhardt. That's

Snowman, Lighthammer, Priest, Chupa and

Verlaine.

Reinhardt advances until he and Blade are nose to nose.

REINHARDT:

Tell me something, Chief. Can you

blush?

A tense beat. Then Blade flashes a broad smile.

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