Blade Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 120 min
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KAREN:
You haven't started in on the internal
organs?
CURTIS:
Just the blood sample from the
pericardial sac.
Curtis pauses, studying Quinn's disfigured face -- the features seem
much less damaged now -- almost as if the corpse were healing itself.
CURTIS:
That's weird --
KAREN:
What?
CURTIS:
He looks different now, burns are less
extreme, some of these wounds have
closed up --
Curtis pulls out a penlight, flicks it on. He leans over Quinn,
shining the light into one of his eyes.
CURTIS:
Tell me something, honestly, you ever
have second thoughts about us?
KAREN:
(grudgingly)
Sometimes --
Curtis looks up from the corpse, grinning beneath his mask.
KAREN:
-- but then I remember what an
ass-hole you were and I'm snapped back
to reality.
CURTIS:
Jesus, Karen, you're breaking my heart
here --
Quinn suddenly bolts up from the autopsy table, sinking his fangs
into Curtis' jugular. He snaps the man's neck in two for easier
access, sucking in blood like a living vacuum.
Karen stumbles backwards, sending autopsy tools CLATTERING.
QUINN:
rises from the table, flinging Curtis' twitching body aside. He curls
his blood-soaked lips back, baring viper-like fangs, emitting a
GUTTURAL GROWL --
QUINN:
(crazed by thirst)
-- more -- blood --
Karen backs into the corpse drawers, but Quinn is upon her in a half-
second, wrapping a hand about her throat. His mouth opens/morphs
disturbingly wide as if to swallow her head whole, caustic saliva
dripping from his canines --
Karen tries to turn her head away, but Quinn's grip is vise-like. She
finds herself staring into his eyes -- pupils pulsing rapid-fire,
opening and closing, hypnotic --
As Quinn sinks the tips of his fangs into Karen's carotid artery and
starts to nurse --
BANG!!! A load of MAHOGANY buckshot chews into Quinn's side. He HOWLS
in pain. Another load catches him full in the face. He drops Karen.
KAREN'S POV
The sound of RUSHING BLOOD pounding through her skull. Everything
spinning. She struggles to move, turns her head, finds herself eye to
eye with Curtis' corpse.
ON QUINN:
rising, his face torn up, smoking. WHIP PAN TO --
BLADE,
standing at the entrance to the morgue, a streetsweeper auto-shotgun
BLADE:
Now don't we look dapper?
Quinn BELLOWS with rage, ripping one of the heavy steel refrigeration
doors from its hinges, flinging it at Blade like it was lawn
furniture --
Blade rolls to the side as the door CRASHES against the wall. Quinn
runs, moving through the morgue like a human tornado, heading for the
windows at the end of the room --
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