Blade

Police found her in the street. Looks like she was bitten.

Some kind of an animal.

Jesus! Her water's broken!

She's going into uterine contractions!

We'll have to do a C-section!

What you got down there, little man?

Oh, that's my heat seeker.

I'll bet it is.

Aah!

Ha ha ha!

So, where are we going?

It's a surprise, baby.

Yeah, I like surprises.

Yeah.

Whoo! Oh, my God!

What the fuck are we doing here?

Whoo! Look at all that.

Ha ha ha!

What the fuck is that?

Hey!

[Speaking Slavic language]

[Speaking Slavic language]

What did you just say?

Wow.

Whoo! Hey, what's up?

Unh! Man!

Whoo!

All right.

Ha ha ha!

Yeah.

Whoo!

Ha ha ha!

What's happening?

Unh!

Whoa!

Man.

Fuck.

Fuck. I need a drink.

Ahh!

No! No!

Aah!

What's wrong, baby?

Aah! Aah!

No! No!

Aah! No!

Ha ha ha!

Is that him?

Jesus, that's him.

It's Blade. It's the daywalker.

Come on, daywalker!

Aah!

Hey! I'm gonna rip your fucking head off!

Unh!

Aah!

Aah!

That's him! That's him! Get him!

Fuck him up!

We're gonna jack you up. Make him hurt bad.

Whoo!

Yaah!

Yaah!

[Screaming in Slavic language]

Quinn...

I'm getting a little tired of chopping you up.

Thought I might try fire for a change.

[Speaking Slavic language]

Give my regards to Frost.

No! Please don't!

Put him out.

Yes, sir. Paramedics.

Got a charred cadaver here for you. Still warm, too.

1, 2,3.

Oh, Jesus, that's rank.

Paramedics said he was still screaming

when they found him stapled to a wall.

That's very pretty.

Did you check the chem count?

His blood sugar's 3 times norm,

phosphorus and uric acid are off the charts.

You took this off a D.O.A.?

Yeah.

But this doesn't make any sense.

The red blood cells are biconvex,

which is impossible.

Look at the polys. They're binucleated.

OK, Curtis, it's 3.00 in the morning--

This is not a joke.

I've got the body sitting in the morgue right now.

I thought you promised to give me some distance.

I just want you to come down and take a look.

OK. Show me the body.

And I don't want to hear a word about us.

Done. We've had that conversation.

You haven't started on the internal organs yet?

Just a blood sample through the pericardium.

The maxilla looks a little deformed.

There's some odd muscle structure around the canines.

I'm going to start the "Y"

and check the tracheal mucosa.

Let me ask you something.

Honestly...

you ever have second thoughts about us?

Sometimes.

But then I remember how much of an asshole you were.

Want to cut me some slack here?

You asked for some time off, I gave you some time off.

Look, Curtis--

I'm trying.

It's over.

Yaah!

Aah!

Call security!

Aah!

Came back to finish you off.

Get out of my way, you freak!

Freeze!

Motherfucker, are you out of your damn mind?!

Aah! Aah!

Yaah!

Aah!

Hey, you! Freeze!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Hold it right there!

Aah! Aah!

My shoulder.

It's dislocated.

Aah!

Uhh!

[Radio playing rock music]

Whistler.

Whistler.

[Turns off machine and radio]

Bringing home strays now?

She's been bitten.

Should've killed her, then.

Yeah, I know.

But I didn't.

You watch her close.

If she starts to turn, you finish her off.

Or I will.

Uhh.

She's borderline.

Another hour, she'd be well into the change.

Dr Karen Jenson,

listen close.

I'm going to inject you with Allium sativum--

garlic.

This is going to hurt--a lot.

It was Quinn.

Frost's little errand boy?

You get a lead on him?

No.

Too bad.

Uhh!

Hold her.

I give her fifty-fifty

if she makes it through the night.

[Radio playing rock music]

Blade...

the daywalker--

still pursuing his ridiculous crusade.

How many died?

We don't have an exact count.

Apparently, he used a lot of silver.

We're having difficulty--

Send in Frost.

Deacon Frost.

You can come in now.

These nightclubs of yours are dangerous.

Are they?

They draw needless attention to our kind.

You know our policy.

Your policy, not mine.

Our livelihood...

depends on our ability to blend in

and our discretion.

Maybe it's time we forgot about discretion.

We should be ruling the humans,

not running around

making back-alley treaties with them.

For fuck's sake, these people are our food,

not our allies.

You're out of line, Frost.

Am I?

Or maybe I'm just the first to say out loud

what we've all been thinking.

We have existed this way

for thousands of years.

Who are you

to challenge our ways?

You're not even a pureblood.