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Parizska, Blood Bank Prague Czech Republic
[Pull back from a neon red cross ablaze in the cold December night to reveal an inner-city, store-front clinic. Trash and leaves blow over wet, snowy pavement. Angle on a pale figure standing across the street. He looks feverish and strung-out, in serious need of a fix. This is Jared Nomak, 20s. He starts towards the clinic.]
[Potential DONORS sit in a waiting area, filling out forms, leafing through informational material. A sign in the window reads: "Se habla Espanol". Others read: "YOU ARE MAKING A DIFFERENCE", "GIVE LIFE", and "BECOME A PLATELET DONOR". We overhear a bored-looking EMPLOYEE behind the information desk quizzing someone over the phone:]
Man: First time giving blood?
Hooded Man: (coughing) Yes… (deeply)
Man: They pay cash here, and there’s no limit to how many times you give. They even buy it in the jar.
Nurse: Jared Nomak? We’re ready for you. [Nomak looks up. We get a better look at his face now - he has a thin scar running from his lower lip down his chin. A childhood accident, perhaps. A nurse motions for him to join her. She’s carrying a clipboard.]
[Nomak follows the Nurse into a dimly-lit hallway. We track their progress in a convex safety mirror suspended from the hallway ceiling as they pass all manner of medical supplies -- centrifuges, an apheresis device, etc.]
Nurse: (referring to her clipboard) ln the past 12 months, have you gotten a tattoo, or undergone any ear, skin, or body piercings?
Nomak: No…
Nurse: Where did you get that scar on your chin?
Nomak: Childhood accident… (coughs)
Nurse: You say you don’t have any immediate next of kin, is that right?
Nomak: Not that I’m in contact with…
Nurse: Nobody to call in case of an emergency?
Nomak: (apprehensive) No one…
[In room, 3 men are mopping the floor.]
Nurse: (off-screen) No family?
Nomak: (off-screen) I told you, no… Are you telling me I can’t be a donor…?
Nurse: It depends. We came up with some unusual results on your blood test.
Nomak: What…?
[Nomak follows the Nurse to a steel door were 2 security guards await them. Both look bored, paying little attention to the monitor which offers a view of the examining room beyond. There is also a small window with safety glass. Guard #1 opens the door, following Nomak and the Nurse inside. Guard #2 remains behind, manning the hallway.]
[The Nurse ushers Nomak into the room, indicating he should sit in a kind of reclining dental chair with arm and headrests. Nomak notices a security camera mounted above.]
Nomak: (anxious) How unusual? (cough)
[Beat. The Nurse sets aside Nomak’s file, looking uncomfortable.]
Nurse: Let me explain. Your blood has a very rare phenotype, one we haven't encountered before.
Nomak: What? What are you talking about? Who are you? No.
[A kind-faced Doctor enters, nodding to Guard #1.]
Nurse: Sit down, please.
Nomak: What is this?
Doctor: This is a good news-bad news scenario, Jared. Good news for us, bad news… you.
[The Doctor and Nurse smile, baring fangs. We realize now that they are both vampires. The Guard, too. He grips Nomak by the throat, forcing him back into the restraint chair. As the vampire Guard does so, his hand brushes against Nomak’s jaw. The flesh on Nomak’s chin briefly separates along the scar - almost as if it were a seam. The guard pauses - and Nomak laughs. Definitely not the reaction the vampires were expecting from a potential victim. Nomak starts to shake and twitch, like he’s going into some kind of seizure. The whites of his eyes bleed red. He throws his head back, opening his mouth as a pair of razor sharp canines extrude from his gums. These are longer, much more lethal-looking than the fangs of the vampires and -- Nomak lashes out, knocking the Guard backwards. The Nurse screams. Nomak clamps his mouth onto her throat, slamming her back against the wall. The vampire Doctor rushes to the door, scrambling to unbolt it. Nomak reaches for him, howling with blood-drunk laughter as he lifts the Doctor up. Nomak flings the Doctor about like a toy, using his body to smash the lights, then the security camera above.]
[We hear screams and horrible noises coming from the examining room. Guard #2 draws a gun and looks to the security monitor with alarm. The screen goes black. He looks to the small window, trying to peer into the now-darkened room beyond -- splash! A wave of blood smears across a window. A hand wipes a patch of blood away, revealing Nomak’s baleful, distorted eyes. Guard #2 starts to back away when -- BANG! Nomak slams against the other side of the steel door. BANG! BANG! BANG! The door begins to bend, hand-shaped impressions bulging outward as Nomak starts to peel the door apart like it was an aluminum can. Guard #2 has seen enough. He turns and runs even as the door caves inward off its hinges. Forward momentum sends the door sliding across the hallway floor where it trips up the Guard.]
[ON THE DOORWAY as Nomak steps into the hallway. Because of the lights above, there are alternating pools of light and shadow in the hall. Nomak advances towards us, his face coming in and out of darkness.]
Nomak: (speaking Slavic: Vampires!) [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.] (speaking Slavic: I 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…]

Blade: (narrating) Forget what you think you know… vampires exist. My name is Blade. l was born half-human, half-vampire. They call me “The Daywalker”. I have all their strengths, none of their weaknesses… except for “the thirst”. 20 years ago, I met a man that changed that… Whistler. He taught me how to hold the thirst at bay. Taught me the rules. Gave me the weapons to hunt with. Silver, garlic, sunlight. 2 years ago, he was attacked. They took them, and turned him into the thing I hate most. I should have finished him finished him off. Now I’m hunting him. I will find him. And nothing will stand in my way.

Vampire thug: Daywalker’s here! Stop him!
[BOOM! A second-story door flies open and 5 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.]
Vampire thug: Where is he?
[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 35, even 40 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 --]
Vampire thug: (speaking Slavic: *ck this shit!)
[Cutting the vampire completely in half. As the disintegrating halves of St. Cloud fall to the side, Blade storms over the waste bin.]
[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 shit. He keeps on running, barreling his way into…]
[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]
[Rush and the remaining vamps spill out onto the street where a number of motorcycles are waiting for them -- 2 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.]
[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! 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.]
[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. Blade kills the engine on his own bike and dismounts. Rush is pathetically trying to drag his broken body to safety. Blade approaches, placing his boot heel on the back of Rush’s neck, forcing his face against the asphalt. He unholsters his MACH, pointing it at the vampire’s bleeding head. Blade’s opening line:]
Rush: No, no. (speaking Slavic: l don’t know where they keep him.)
Blade: Take me to him, and I’ll consider you a loose end.
Rush: (speaking Slavic: Please - I don’t know He shot himself then he turned, we just kept him alive!)


[3 LACONIC VAMPIRE TOUGHS are playing poker at a card table, dealing out novelty cards. We hear a NOISE. One of the vampires approaches a reinforced door. He slides open a viewing slot and peers through. Nobody outside. The vampire turns back to his poker buddies, shrugging]
Rush: (in vampire dialect; It’s me Rush, let me in.)
[Before the vampire can even finish his sentence, Blade’s SWORD punches straight through the door into his chest. He gasps and turns to ash as the sword disengages back out through the door and -- CRASH! The door explodes open, sending clouds of burning vampire embers every which way. In walks Blade, grinning wickedly, MACH ready --]
Rush: (in vampire dialect; Don’t Shoot! It’s me!)
[As the other two vampires rise - POW! A silver hollow-point hits the first one in the neck. POW! Another hollow-point takes out the second. The vampires drop, turning to ash.]
Rush: (in vampire dialect; *ck! It’s not silver but it hurts like hell.)
[Blade holsters his MACH, striding through vampire ash piles. The place is eerily quiet here, in stark contrast to the mayhem of the last few minutes.]
Blade: Catch you later. [Rush lives]

[Just the steady, low-pitched HUM of machinery. Blade starts forward. Up ahead, a FAINT GLOW is emitting from behind an area that’s been sectioned off with canvas tarps. Blade sweeps one of the tarps aside -- 3 LARGE TANKS are hidden inside. The first two are empty. A MAN is suspended within the third, bobbing weightlessly in a sea of red plasma. His long, gray hair floats about his face, shrouding his weathered features. We’re not sure if he’s sleeping or dead.]
Blade: Old man… look at what they’ve done to you.
[Whistler’s ace drifts around into view. Blade shakes his head in sadness. He looks about for a way to extract Whistler, doesn’t see any obvious means, then -- CRASH! Blade kicks through the glass. Blood and fluids flood out around him as Whistler’s limp body tumbles partly down, but he’s still suspended by the wires and medical leads. Blade unsheathes his sword, severing the wires -- Whistler falls into his arms.]
Blade: [He rises, heaving Whistler’s body over his shoulder.] Let’s go home.

Blade drives on, inured to the sqaulor. He made peace with the darkness a long time ago.
The Charger weaves its way through a maze of scrap metal and rusty shipping containers, homing in on a sprawling warehouse that’s been cordoned off by cyclone fencing and razor wire. Utlra-violent floodlights illuminate the area, while security cameras keep a watchful eye.
More UV lights flicker on. We’re in a massive loading elevator/platform which HUMS as it ascends, eventually reaching its destination with a BOOMING CLANG. The doors at the rear glide open. Blade guides the Charger out.

Lock up your daughters, boys and girls, the dark knight returns. - Need a toke of the smokage, B? - Later. Cut the lights. You found him. You didn’t kill him. Give me a hand. I got a bad feeling about this, B. Listen to his breathing. He’s already dying. He’s in pain. Why don’t you put him out of his misery? They had him on stasis in a halfway house. I’m giving him an accelerated retro-viral detox-- like a heroin addict. - Make him go cold turkey in one night. - Shit ain’t going to work, man. I say you kill the mother*cker right now. Get out. If there’s anything left of you in there, Whistler, listen up. ln the morning those blinds are going to open… whether you’re cured… or not. Hey, man, I didn’t mean to call him-- Listen to me, Blade. You’re going to have to finish me off. No. Give me that damn gun. Now walk away. Stubborn son of a bitch. How do you feel? Like hammered shit. How’d you find me? I started out in Moscow, then Romania. - They kept moving you around. - How long was I gone? - Months? - Too long. Years. They tortured me almost to death. And then let me heal in a vat of blood so they could go at it again. Sorry sons of bitches could have at least fixed my goddamn leg while they were at it. Where’s my arc welder? Whistler, nice to meet you, man. I heard a lot about you. I’m Josh. You can call me ‘Scud.’ Everybody does. Tell me something, Skid-- No, man, it’s ‘Scud,’ like ‘stud.’ Whatever. What did you do in here? The pimpmobile? Just a little after-market modification. - Nitrous oxide and shit like that. - Oh, yeah. You gave it a more aggressive exhaust profile ramping. The whole package will crank that Betty up, maybe 300 horsepower. You’ll burn the damned thing out before your next oil change. Where did you dig up this shitbird, anyway? What the *ck is your problem, Poppy? My problem is I’ve been sucking blood clots for two years. I get out to find some jerkoff *cking with my life’s work. We jeopardised our whole operation to save your puckered arse! - Our operation? - Yeah. Our operation? I built this operation, you arse-wipe! Motion sensors! It’s on three, gentlemen. Human? Body temperature, 50. I’d guess, suckhead. Fried. They’re using magnesium flares. They’ve got your security system scoped out. Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don’t trust you-- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Cool outfit. Guard lights! Nyssa, put your sword away Your people shot first. We are here to deliver a message. We represent the ruling body of the Vampire Nation. They’re offering you a truce. They want to meet with you. Scud. Take off your mask. My name is Asad. This is Nyssa. You have been our most feared enemy. But now there’s something else loose on the streets. Something worse than you. What’s so funny? They tell stories about Blade as ‘The Bogeyman.’ Frankly, I’m disappointed. You hear that, B? She’s disappointed. He agreed to come along so easily. Come on, B, show her. Pretty please? Semtex. Enough explosives to level a city block. You still disappointed? The guards look human, B. They’re probably familiars. You sure about this? Well, if I’m not… The true power of the Vampire Nation lies here. Father? Blade, this is Overlord Eli Damaskinos. Welcome daywalker. It has been said, ‘Be proud of your enemy and enjoy his success.’ ln that regard, I should thank you. - For what? - Eliminating Deacon Frost. You did us a favour. Karel Kounen. - You’re human. - Barely-- I’m a lawyer. European Health Consortium. As you may know, vampirism is… a horrible virus, carried in the saliva of predators. ln 72 hours, it spreads through the human bloodstream, creating new parasitic organs. Like cancer. Cancer with a purpose. Unfortunately, viruses evolve, too. We’ve encountered a new one. We dubbed it the ‘‘Reaper’’ strain. And like any good pathogen, it appears to have found a carrier. There… Jared Nomak. Born a vampire, but an anomaly like you. Unlike the rest of us, however, he feeds on not just humans, but vampires as well. Looks like he was doing me a favour. You’re missing the point. Their vampire victims don’t die… they turn. - They become carriers. - You’ve got to understand. These things are like crack addicts. They need to feed daily. Nomak’s been up for 72 hours. By our estimates, there are already a dozen Reapers. There’ll be hundreds before the week is out. Thousands within a matter of months. Do the math. Wait. Let me get this right. You want me to hunt them… for you? When they are finished with us, who do you think they’ll turn on next? Your precious humans. Not one of them will be left. We spent two years training a small tactical unit-- the Bloodpack. We want you to lead them. Two years? We’ve been training to hunt you. - So, B-man, what do you think? - Sounds like a plan. What do you really think? They’re going to *ck us the first chance they get. We ain’t gonna do this, right? We’ll play along for now. They’ll take us in deeper than we’ve ever been. Get a chance to see how their world really ticks. I had enough of their world. They’re just shitting bricks because they’re no longer top of the food chain. Damn, man, I’m really worried about him. I know he’s your friend and all, but I think you should watch him. Nobody goes cold turkey from the thirst in just one night. Looking to get hooked up? Maybe. What do you have? No problem. Horse, Hawaiian ice, whatever you need. Whatever I need. I like that. What if I need you? So, so sweet. They are ready whenever you are, Daywalker. Blade, Meet the Bloodpack. Lighthammer, Verlaine, Priest, Snowman, Chupa, and Reinhardt. Hey… me and the gang were wondering… What was that? Can you blush? Here we go, Poppy. Oh, I get it. I see now. You’ve been training for two years to take me out, and now, here I am. Ooh, so exciting, isn’t it? Okay, here’s your chance. Come on. What are you waiting for? Here I am-- right here in front of you. ‘Adolf here gets the first shot. Come on. What are you looking at her for? You need permission? Maybe you need a little bit of incentive. Okay, I can help with that. What’s the matter? Missed that? It’s okay, I can do it again. Do it Reinhardt! Do it! Come on. You need a manual? - Do it! Come on! - Kill the bastard! Take him now! Now you’ve got an explosive device stuck to the back of your head. Silver nitrate-- rigged to go off if anybody tampers with it. I’ll have the detonator with me. And you-- if you so much as look at me wrong-- From now on, we work as a unit. You’ll be taking orders from me. Any questions? Good. You want to catch the hunter? You start with the prey. We’ll target all the night places where vampires congregate. Blood banks, safe houses, the bigger, the better. So… what’s first? The House of Pain. Where’s the entrance? I don’t see any signs, no vampire glyphs. No, because of you, we’ve had to rethink our habits-- tighten our security. Have a closer look. Nice. .38, .45 and 9mm caliber. All with foil capsules at the tip filled with silver nitrate, and garlic extract. This hyper-velocity stake gun spits out a silver stake at 6,000 feet per second. Since you suckers don’t like sunlight, we’ve modified the gun’s entry light with a UV filter. Pop it open-- instant UV light. - Filter’s on, no problem. - Yo, B, check this out. It’s got a pneumatic syringe delivery system. The vials are filled with an anti-coagulant called EDTA. One punch with this, you’ll blow your target up like a balloon. The cartridge ejects. Automatic reload. Nice. Let’s go. You won’t pass for one of us. - Like I give a shit. - No, he’s right. Why don’t you post up on the roof over there? Cover our backs. So the Bloodpack’s calling the shots now, huh? Great. Better curb that dog of yours or we’ll do it for you. Keep pushing, arsehole. We’re in. You’re about to enter our world. You will see things-- feeding. Just remember why you’re here. I haven’t forgotten. What exactly are we looking for in here? Anything that looks suspicious. You got to be kidding me. Scud, do you read me? - Scud, you reading me? - Reading you loud and clear, B. The whole place is a safe house. The windows are painted black, one access door. - 200, 300 suckheads in here. - That sounds cool. Hey, W, you got me? W? Tell me something, how’s the weather up there, sweetheart? Walkin’ on sunshine, toad boy. Look at them-- half of these bastards, they’re not even purebloods. I tell you what, why don’t we just *cking kill everyone? Just to make sure. God, it would be so easy. He’s got you. Daywalker. Mother’s milk. I say we got about half an hour till sunrise, Cinderella. Hurry up. I spotted one, but lost him. Be on the lookout. *ck. Whistler, man, they’re on the roof. I got them on the roof of my bus. Shh-hh. Nomak. Daywalker. What am I to you? ls the enemy of my enemy my friend… or my enemy? We’re under attack! There’s three of them. Probably more. Daylight. What the *ck. Silver don’t do jack shit. Don’t waste the bullets! - Mother*cker. - You hear me, Chupa? Say ‘cheese.’ Come on. How about some daylight, mother*cker? You ugly little beast. *ck! You are bleeding, did it bite you? My back, he just wounded my back. Listen to me. If you’re under attack, use your UV lights. Use your UV lights. they can’t take the light. Priest? We’re not dying here, man. - Come on. - Priest is down. Daylight’s coming. You’re on your own, Blade. You want me so bad, Blade? Here I am. Why kill me? You and I, we have the same enemy. We want the same thing. We need the same thing, Blade. What happened? Why didn’t you tell me these things were immune - to silver and garlic? - I didn’t know. If you did, would you have told me? I think you know the truth when you hear it. Mm-hmm. Then why didn’t he kill you? How long since he’s been bitten? - About 20 minutes. - His skin is *cking burning. He’s already starting to change. Will someone just shut him the *ck up? Kill me now, Chupa! A man without fear. Hold on! - Hold him, Chupa! - Come on, man! Put him out of his *cking misery! Don’t you get it? You can’t finish him that way! Hold him down! Hold him down, Chupa! Move. Back off! If that was your Bloodpack Sunday punch, we’re in trouble. This mother*cker left his post. - He just disappeared. - Where were you? Ran into a little Reaper action myself. Oh, yeah? How little? We lost a man-- Priest. You want me to carve his *cking name on your chest? Let me show you. Saw it moving in the alley and followed it down. Found it just like this. I think they came through here. It was trying to crawl back in the culvert, caught his arm. Been gnawing at it like a coyote. Little boy blue. It’s already dying. I need to examine it as quickly as possible. Okay, look for a lever. Let’s open it. They’ve made contact with the Reapers. - Any casualties? - One so far. It was not… Nyssa, I trust? No. This a dangerous game you’re playing, Damaskinos. Blade is too volatile. You’re not going to be able to keep manipulating him. You worry too much. I’ve been informed by our friend inside that events are unfolding as scripted. You’ve already lost one of your own. How many more are you willing to sacrifice? - Every one. - Even your own daughter? Yes. Even her. Recognise this? The blood bank. He’s one of the guards. So why is he dying? What’s killing him? Time. His metabolism is burning too fast. They need fresh blood every couple of hours, or they’ll start feeding on themselves. Nomak’s different. He’s the carrier. It all started with him, it’ll end with him. Open the mouth, Scud. Open the mouth. B, come on. Sissy. Only the tongue carries the virus. It is injected through these barbs. It has bifurcated masseter muscles. Overdeveloped, allowing for a much stronger bite. The jaw structure remains the same. But there’s no mandible bone. Squeeze that tooth, Scud. Neurotoxin. Probably paralyses their victim while they feed. Garlic don’t work. Silver, that don’t work. We got to go with the sunlight, right? That’s deadly to us, too… so let’s see what else we can find. Your wounds look much better now. They are healing quickly. These things are as different from us as we are from you. Look at that. The heart is encased in bone. Only the side is vulnerable. Good luck getting a stake through that. Pull a leg off a spider, it keeps moving on its own, essentially trying to walk without a body attached to it. - What are you doing? - Hard-wired, right? What the *ck is that? Brain’s dead. Body’s still trying to feed. We got six hours before sunrise. Be ready by then. Hey… what happens at sunrise? Blade, I’m talking to you. What happens at sunrise? - We hunt. - ln broad daylight? You got be *cking joking. You better get you some sunscreen, buttercup. Listen, shitkicker, you’re about one cunt hair away from hillbilly heaven. I love it when you talk dirty. Sunlight’s the only edge we’ve got. They’ll be more vulnerable then. And so will we. Let’s be real about one thing-- I don’t expect everybody to make it back tomorrow. Remember to protect yourselves… at all times. - What are you looking for? - Phosphor rods. If I can suss out the light source, maybe I can make some sort of UV flash-bang grenade or something. It’s been tried already. But you didn’t have the Scudster working on it then, did you? - Blade. - Hmm? - The way you talk to them-- us. - What is it? We are together in this, remember? Why do you hate us so much? It’s fate. - It’s in my blood. - It’s in mine, too. I’m a pureblood. I was born a vampire. You know the thirst better than any of us-- shooting that serum of yours. The only difference between us, is that I made peace with what I am a long time ago. How long have you known Blade, anyway? Going on 20 years. He doesn’t talk about the old days that much. Blade doesn’t talk about anything much. You want to hear something funny? Blade kind of looks at you like a father figure. Tell me something. How’d you two hook up? I was backpacking. I met these two chicks, decided to take them back to my tent for a little ‘Three’s Company’ action. - Pretty. - Next thing I know, ‘Janet’ and ‘Chrissy’ start tearing chunks out of my stomach. Blade shows up, saves my arse. Everything else just sort of fell into place. - Let’s try it. - Alright. Maybe I *cked up. Maybe you were right. Alright. Papa’s got a brand new bag. Let me ask one question. How the hell are we going to find these Reapers? We won’t have to. They’ll come to us. - What is this shit? - Pheromones. Harvested from the Reapers’ adrenal glands. They’re going to key to it. They want us to spray on some suckpuppy’s nut juice? First use your firearms to drive them back, then toss your UV grenades. Right on. This is what we got for the grand finale. I hot-wired a couple of these babies to a nitro-vacuum. Just be real careful where you pop your load. And you, you’re not coming? No. I’m a lover, not a fighter. UVs have a 10-second delay. Nyssa… just remember to take cover. Hey, Blade, give me a hand. You and ‘Miss Muffet’ getting a little cosy there? I wouldn’t worry about that if I was you. Looks to me like you’re getting confused as to which side of the line you’re standing on. Those are real hollow words coming from a man who just spent two years running with the enemy. What the hell is that supposed to mean? You know, Whistler, there’s an old saying-- ‘Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer.’ You might want to remember that. Blade, we should split into three units. We’re trying to attract them, not scare them off. Yeah? Well, some of us can’t see in the dark, you *cking nipplehead. What am I supposed to do? Bifocals, ‘Grandpa.’ and try to keep up. Lighthammer? Let’s do this. Hey, hillbilly. What the *ck you doing? Ain’t nobody here but you… and us, ‘buttercup.’ We lose a partner, and Blade loses one! I’ll leave you two lovebirds some time to yourselves. Verlaine…? Yah! I spotted a group in the east tunnel. I’m prepping the bomb pack. Nyssa. Get out! Right now! No! No! I’ll attract them to me. Do what I tell you. Move! nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… …one. Reinhardt … regroup now! Piece of junk. Chupa, … get out of there now! What the hell is this? You trying to stink me to death, old man? Chupa! Get out of there now! Wait! - You okay? - Yeah. We’ve got to move. We’ve got a lot of company. All units, regroup. Regroup! Eat shit, you ugly mother*ckers! There’s nobody left! - Where’s the bomb pack? - Had to leave it down that tunnel. Give me the rest of the pheromones. Go down that tunnel! Go, go, go, go! You obviously do not know… whom you are *cking with! By the way, Blade… did I happen to mention the bomb lever is stuck? Suck this! Let’s go! You want a bite of me? Well, come on! Come on, mother*cker! Whistler… wait. You will survive this only to tell Blade… about this ring. About the truth. The truth, old man. Damaskinos… Nyssa… You’ve done a great job. Not that great-- I’d say. What is it, my daughter? I have shamed you father … I’ve dishonored the family crest Blade saved me. He is brave. Honorable I understand. ls he still alive? They took them. All our weapons. Even your sword. Somebody’s been keeping tabs on us from inside. - Where are we? - Some kind of chamber deep in their lair. They smashed up everything-- the workshop, all of it. They’ve been lying to us from day one. The Reaper strain didn’t evolve… it was designed. What? Designed. Nomak told me. I saw him back in the sewers. - He let me live. - Did he? How generous of him. I brought you here to see the fruits of our labour. For years I’ve struggled to rid our kind of any hereditary weaknesses. And so, recombining DNA… was simply the next logical step. Nomak was the first. A failure. But in time, there will be a new pure race, begotten from my own flesh, immune to silver, soon even sunlight. I got a question for you, you lying son of a bitch. You want to explain how Nomak got ahold of this ring? I would have thought that was obvious at this point. I gave it to him, of course. A gift from father to son. I thought he’d never leave. The wolf has lain with the sheep long enough. Reinhardt, you can kiss your arse goodbye. I’m sorry, man. B, you’re wasting your time, man. The bomb’s a dud. It was never supposed to explode. It was just supposed to make you feel in control. You thought you had me on a short leash, didn’t you, ‘jefe’? Much better. See this? I’m one of Damaskinos’ familiars. They needed my help to bring you here to control Nomak. The old *ck, he was always just bait. I mean, look at him. He’s your only real weakness, man. You may be fast, you may be strong and all that other bullshit, but in the end, B, you’re just too human! Well, you little shit. You think they scoped out my security system? I let them in, arsehole! I practically handed them the keys. You heard ‘Cue Ball,’ right? Pretty soon they’re all going to be daywalkers, man. When that happens, I’d rather be a pet than cattle. You got me, B? What do you think about that, man? Two things-- one… I’ve been onto you since they turned you. And two… it’s not a dud. Aw, great. I was just starting to like him. Take him down! We’re going to harvest your blood, every drop of it. Then bone marrow, organs, everything. We’ll find the missing key to creating daywalkers. Now this might hurt a bit. Nice. I wonder… how many vampires he’s killed with this thing. Not nearly enough, Fritz. Keep talking, honky-tonk. Just makes my sending you to the next world - all the sweeter. - Been there, done that. Do your worst, chickenshit. We’ll settle up after. What else should I find out? I trusted you-- with my men; with my will; with my life. You… you sent us out there. You sent me to die. Our enemy saved my life twice, and you have used us-- your own children. Make no mistake, Nyssa, those blood ties mean nothing to me when measured against the ascendancy of our race. Who do you think God really favours in the web? The spider, or the fly? Nomak… What about him, hmm? He wants revenge… on the people… who created him. You may be right. But fortunately for us, he doesn’t know this location. Now… he does. What the *ck? Come on, kid. Don’t you even think about dying on me. You didn’t give up on me, I won’t give up on you. Come on-- Blade. Blood… Yeah. Blood. Father! He’ll never enter here. Father! Father! Go on, kid. Go! Go! Get him! Get in there! Hmm. Well… like my daddy said right before he killed my mum, ‘You want anything done right, you got to do it yourself.’ He also said-- Can you blush? Hey, kid. I reset the security code. We’re locked in. Are you insane? - He’ll kill us both. - Yes. lsn’t it sad that you die not by the hand of your enemy, but by that of your own children? Father. All that has befallen you - It was a terrible tragedy. An unforgivable mistake. - but you have returned to me We will find a cure. Take your rightful place by my side. You are, after all, a Prince, together we will conquer it all. If what you say is true. Why does your voice tremble so Father. I’ve spared you my fate, you will die out of this wound your blood - your life - will flow Nyssa-- Finish it off my brother. Let’s close the circle. You… You were his favorite. Nomak! Blade, it could end right here. What do you think, huh? It’s not over yet. After all… it looks like I’ve finished my father’s job. It’s strange. It hurts… it hurts no more. It won’t be long. I can already feel it burning inside of me. I want to die while I’m still a vampire. I want to see the sun. London By booth number three. Enjoy, man. Are you sure that the girls are live? Last time I checked. Thank you. A couple of razor-blades, just in case… You didn’t think I forgot about you, did you?