Blade II

Parizska Blood Bank Prague, Czech Republic

First time giving blood?

Yes.

They pay cash here.

And there's no limit to how many times you give.

They even buy it in the jar.

Jared Nomak, we're ready for you.

In the past 12 months, have you gotten a tattoo...

...or undergone any ear, skin, or body piercings?

No.

Where did you get that scar on your chin?

Childhood accident.

You say you don't have any immediate next of kin, is that right?

Not that I'm in contact with.

- Nobody to call in case of an emergency? - No one.

No family? I told you, no.

Are you telling me I can't be a donor?

It depends. We came up with some unusual results on your blood test.

What? How? How unusual?

Let me explain.

Your blood has a very rare phenotype, one we haven't encountered before.

What? What are you talking about?

- Who are you? No. No. - Sit down, please.

What is this?

This is a good news-bad news scenario, Jared.

Good news for us.

Bad news...

...for you.

Vampires!

I hate vampires.

Forget what you think you know.

Vampires exist.

My name is Blade.

I was born half human, half vampire.

They call me The Daywalker.

I have all their strengths, none of their weaknesses...

...except for the thirst.

Twenty 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.

Two years ago, he was attacked.

They took him, and turned him into the thing I hate most.

I should have finished him off.

Now I'm hunting him.

I will find him.

And nothing will stand in my way.

Daywalker's here! Stop him!

Where is he?

Fuck this shit!

Hey!

No, no.

I don't know where they keep him.

Take me to him, and I'll consider you a loose end.

Please - I don't know.

He shot himself. Then he turned. We just kept him alive!

It's me Rush, let me in.

Don't shoot! It's me!

Fuck! It's not silver but it hurts like hell.

[MEN SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Catch you later.

Old man.

Look at what they've done to you.

Let's go home.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

Lock up your daughters, boys and girls, the dark knight returns.

- Need a toke of the smokage there, 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.

Unh! Listen to his breathing. He's already dying.

He's in pain. Why don't you just 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.

- Agh! - Make him go cold turkey in one night.

Shit ain't gonna work, man.

I say you kill the motherfucker right now.

Get out.

If there's anything left of you in there, Whistler, listen up.

In 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 gonna 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?

Started out in Moscow, then Romania.

- They kept moving you around. - How long was I gone?

- Months? - Too long.

Years.

They'd torture 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?

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

Whistler, nice to meet you, man. I heard a lot about you.

I'm Josh. You can call me Scud, though. Everybody does.

Tell me something, Skid.

No, man, it's Scud. Scud, like "stud."

- Scud. - 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.

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 fuck is your problem, Poppy?

My problem is I've been sucking blood clots for two years.

I get out to find some jerkoff fucking with my life's work.

We jeopardized our operation to save your ass.

- "Our operation"? - Yeah.

"Our operation"? I built this operation, you ass-wipe.

Motion sensors. It's on three, gentlemen.

Human?

Uh, 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, 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?

What 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."

In that regard, I should thank you.

- For what? - Eliminating Deacon Frost.

You did us a favor. 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.

In 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 favor. - 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.