Blade II (2002)
by David S. Goyer.
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EXT. COMMUNITY BLOOD BANK - NIGHT
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.
INT. COMMUNITY BLOOD BANK - ENTRANCE - NIGHT
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:
EMPLOYEE
Have you recently visited a tropical
country? Uh-huh? In the past twelve
months have you gotten a tattoo, non
sterile acupuncture, or undergone any
ear, skin or body piercing?
We MOVE PAST the employee to Nomak, waiting.
NURSE (O.S.)
Jared Nomak?
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 smiles and motions for
him to join her. She's carrying a clipboard.
NURSE (CONT'D)
Hi. We're ready for you now.
INT. COMMUNITY BLOOD BANK - HALLWAY - NIGHT
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)
I see from your questionnaire that you
don't have any immediate next of kin?
NOMAK
Not that I'm in contact with.
NURSE
Nobody to call in case of an emergency?
NOMAK
No --
(apprehensive)
Does that mean I can't be a donor?
NURSE
It depends. We came up with some
unusual results on your blood test.
Nomak follows the Nurse to a steel door were TWO 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.
INT. COMMUNITY BLOOD BANK - EXAMINING ROOM - NIGHT
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?
Beat. The Nurse sets aside Nomak's file, looking
uncomfortable.
NURSE
Your blood has a very rare phenotype,
one that's quite valuable to people like
us.
NOMAK
Us? What are you talking about?
A kind-faced DOCTOR enters, nodding to Guard #1.
DOCTOR
It's a good news-bad news scenario,
Jared. Good news for us, bad for 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.
INT. COMMUNITY BLOOD BANK - HALLWAY - NIGHT
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
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.
NOMAK (CONT'D)
I fucking 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 --
CUT TO:
EXT. INNER-CITY BACK-ALLEY - NIGHT
BOOM! A second-story door flies open and FIVE 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. 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 thirty-five, even forty 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
