He's got you.
Daywalker.
Mother's milk.
I say we got about half an hour till sunrise, Cinderella.
Hurry up.
I spotted one, but lost it.
Be on the lookout.
Fuck.
Whistler, they're on the roof.
I got them on the roof of my bus.
Shhh.
Nomak.
Daywalker.
What am I to you?
Is the enemy of my enemy my friend...
or my enemy?
We're under attack!
There's three of them. Probably more.
Daylight.
Silver don't do jack shit. Don't waste the bullets!
- Motherfucker. - You hear me, Chupa?
Say, "cheese."
Come on.
How about some daylight, motherfucker?
Fuck!
Listen to me. If you're under attack, use your UV lights.
Use your UV lights. They can't take the light.
Priest? We're not dying here.
- Come on. - Priest is down.
Daylight's coming. You're on your own, Blade.
You want me so bad, Blade?
Here I am.
Why kill me?
You and I, we have the same enemy.
We want the same thing.
We need the same thing, Blade.
What happened?
Why didn't you tell me these things
- were immune to silver and garlic? - I didn't know.
If you did, would you have told me?
I think you know the truth when you hear it.
Mm-hmm. Then why didn't he kill you?
How long since he's been bitten?
- About 20 minutes. - His skin is fucking burning.
He's already starting to change.
Will someone just shut him the fuck up?
Hold on!
- Hold him, Chupa! - Come on, man!
Put him out of his fucking misery!
Don't you get it? You can't finish him that way!
Hold him down! Hold him down, Chupa!
Move.
Back off!
If that was your Bloodpack Sunday punch,
- we're in trouble. - This motherfucker left his post.
- He just disappeared. - Where were you?
Ran into a little Reaper action myself.
Oh, yeah? How little?
We lost a man. Priest.
You want me to carve his name on your chest?
Let me show you.
Saw him moving in the alley and followed it down.
Found it just like this.
I think they came through here.
It was trying to crawl back in the culvert.
Caught his arm.
Been gnawing at it like a coyote.
Little Boy Blue.
It's already dying.
I need to examine it as quickly as possible.
Okay, look for a lever. Let's open it.
They've made contact with the Reapers.
- Any casualties? - One so far.
It was not...
Nyssa, I trust?
No.
This a dangerous game you're playing, Damaskinos.
Blade is too volatile.
You're not going to be able to keep manipulating him.
You worry too much.
I've been informed by our friend inside
that events are unfolding as scripted.
You've already lost one of your own.
How many more are you willing to sacrifice?
Everyone.
Even your own daughter?
Yes. Even her.
Recognize this?
The blood bank.
He's one of the guards.
So why is he dying? What's killing him?
Time.
His metabolism is burning too fast.
They need fresh blood every couple of hours,
or they'll start feeding on themselves.
Nomak's different.
He's the carrier. It all started with him.
It'll end with him.
Open the mouth, Scud.
Open the mouth.
B, come on.
Sissy.
Only the tongue carries the virus.
It is injected through these barbs.
It has bifurcated masseter muscles.
Overdeveloped, allowing for a much stronger bite.
The jaw structure remains the same.
But there's no mandible bone.
Squeeze that tooth.
Neurotoxin.
Probably paralyzes their victim
while they feed.
Garlic don't work. Silver, that don't work.
We got to go with the sunlight, right?
That's deadly to us, too.
So let's see what else we can find.
These things are as different from us
as we are from you.
Look at that.
The heart is encased in bone.
Only the side is vulnerable.
Good luck getting a stake through that.
Pull a leg off a spider, it keeps moving on its own,
essentially trying to walk without a body attached to it.
- What are you doing? - Hard-wired, right?
What the fuck is that?
Brain's dead.
Body's still trying to feed.
We got six hours before sunrise.
Be ready by then.
Hey...
What happens at sunrise?
Blade, I'm talking to you.
What happens at sunrise?
- We hunt. - In broad daylight?
You got be joking.
You better get you some sunscreen, buttercup.
Listen, shitkicker.
You're about one cunt hair away from hillbilly heaven.
I love it when you talk dirty.
Sunlight's the only edge we've got.
- They'll be more vulnerable then. - And so will we.
Let's be real about one thing...
I don't expect everybody to make it back tomorrow.
Remember to protect yourselves...
at all times.
What are you looking for?
Phosphor rods.
If I can suss out the light source maybe I can make some sort of
UV flash-bang grenade or something.
It's been tried already.
Yeah, but you didn't have the Scudster working on it then.
- Blade. - Hmm?
- The way you talk to them... us. - What is it?
We are together in this, remember?
Why do you hate us so much?
It's fate.
- It's in my blood. - It's in mine, too.
I'm a pure blood. I was born a vampire.
You know the thirst better than any of us,
shooting that serum of yours.
The only difference between us,
is that I made peace with what I am a long time ago.
How long have you known Blade, anyway?
Going on 20 years.
He doesn't talk about the old days that much.
Blade doesn't talk about anything much.
You want to hear something funny?
Blade kind of looks at you like a father figure.
Tell me something.
How'd you two hook up?
I was backpacking.
I met these two chicks, decided to take them back
to my tent for a little "Three's Company" action.
- Pretty. - Next thing I know, Janet and Chrissy
start tearing chunks out of my stomach.
Blade shows up, saves my ass.
Everything else just sort of fell into place.
- Let's try it. - All right.
Maybe I fucked up. Maybe you were right.
All right.
Papa's got a brand new bag.
Let me ask one question.
How are we going to find these Reapers?
We won't have to.
They'll come to us.
- What is this shit? - Pheromones.
Harvested from the Reapers' adrenal glands.
They're going to key to it.
They want us to spray on some suckpuppy's nut juice?
First use your firearms to drive them back.
- Then toss your UV grenades. - Right on.
This is what we got for the grand finale.
I hot-wired a couple of these babies
into a nitro-vacuum.
Just be real careful where you pop your load.
And you, you're not coming?
No. I'm a lover, not a fighter.
UV's have a 10-second delay.
Nyssa...
just remember to take cover.
Hey, Blade, give me a hand.
You and Miss Muffet getting a little cozy?
I wouldn't worry about that if I were you.
Looks to me like you're getting confused
as to which side of the line you're standing on.
Those are real hollow words coming from a man
who just spent two years running with the enemy.
And what the hell is that supposed to mean?
You know, Whistler, there's an old saying...
"Keep your friends close,
but keep your enemies closer."
You might want to remember that.
Blade, we should split into three units.
We're trying to attract them,
not scare them off.
Yeah, well, some of us can't see in the dark,
you fucking nipplehead. What am I supposed to do?
Bifocals, grandpa. And try to keep up.
Let's do this.
- Hey, hillbilly. - What the fuck you doing?
Ain't nobody here but you...
and us, buttercup.
We lose a partner, and Blade loses one!
I'll leave you two lovebirds some time to yourselves.
Ah!
I spotted a group in the east tunnel.
I'm prepping the bomb pack.
Nyssa.
Get out!
Right now!
No!
I'll attract them to me. Do what I tell you.
Move!
10...
nine...
eight...
seven...
six...
five...
four...
three...
two...
one.
Piece of junk.
What the hell is this?
You trying to stink me to death, old man?
Wait.
- You okay? - Yeah.
We got to move.
We got a lot of company.
All units, regroup. Regroup!
Eat shit, you ugly motherfuckers!
There's nobody left!
- Where's the bomb pack? - Down that tunnel.
Give me the rest of the pheromones.
Go down that tunnel!
Go, go, go, go!
You obviously...
do not know...
whom you are fucking with!