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Blade Page #7
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 120 min
- 734 Views
SMASH!!! Out goes Quinn, taking half the wall with him. Blade rushes
to the decimated window, looks down --
BLADE'S POV
Quinn lands on the roof of an ambulance parked four stories below,
caving it in. He springs off, loping across the tarmac on three
limbs, then -SCREECH!-THWUMP!- rolling up onto the hood of an
oncoming car, before disappearing into the night --
BACK UP ABOVE,
Blade spins, SEES Karen bleeding her life away on the floor. She
reaches a hand out to him, beseeching --
Blade pulls away from her grasp, takes a step towards the exit --
then hesitates.
A flicker of doubt washes across Blade's face. He looks down at Karen
once more, wrestling with his conscience, finally making a decision.
He kneels, scoops Karen up into his arms. Just then,
TWO POLICEMEN:
rush into the morgue, weapons drawn --
UNIFORM #1
Hold it, ass-hole!
Blade ignores them, turning to face the window before him. It's a
good thirty feet to the roof of the adjacent building, a parking
structure -- and damned if Blade doesn't seem to be considering the
jump.
The Police close in, agitated. Blade crouches, switches Karen to a
one-handed grip --
UNIFORM #1
I said hold it!!!
-- and jumps.
EXT. HOSPITAL/ROOFTOP PARKING STRUCTURE - NIGHT
Blade clears the impossible distance -- almost. He snags the ledge of
the adjacent parking structure with his left hand even as Karen slips
from the grasp of his right --
-- a last-second save, his fingers clamping around her wrist, is all
that stands between Karen and street pizza. She SCREAMS anyway,
dangling below him --
Blade GRUNTS, swinging Karen like a pendulum, heaving her up and over
the ledge as if she were a sack of potatoes. She lands on her
shoulder, clutching it in pain --
Blade heaves himself up, crouching beside her.
KAREN:
(gasping)
My shoulder -- dislocated --
Blade places a hand on her shoulder, another around her elbow and
without any consideration to discomfort -CRACK!- brutally pops it
back in place. Karen SCREAMS again as he scoops her up once more and
heads for --
HIS '69 OLDSMOBILE 442,
which is parked nearby. Midnight-black. The definitive high-
performance heavy-metal muscle machine with an engine big enough to
power an Apollo rocket.
INT. BLADE'S OLDS - NIGHT
Blade sets Karen down in the passenger seat, climbs behind the wheel,
keys the ignition. The engine ROARS to life, belching fumes through
the dual exhaust. Blade floors it, burning serious rubber as the Olds
vanishes from sight.
BACK AT THE DEMOLISHED MORGUE WINDOW
as the two policemen stare numbly in open-mouthed astonishment.
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