- Okay, ready? - Roll, please. We're rollin'.
I ain't 'fraid of no ghost.
10-12, good buddy. Rubber Ducky, out.
And... hit the nitrous.
If you can flip it down one more time.
Hit the nitrous.
And a little jolt in the seat as the car surges forward.
And then just some straight driving, just cruisin' along...
...down, I don't know, Santa Monica Boulevard. Something.
A hundred miles an hour.
All right.
Good.
Ugh, smells like bad blood in here.
Hi. We're gonna fuck your place right up. You don't mind, do you?
Dumb-ass.
- Lights on, guys. - Flash bangs and zirc hits.
Hold those lights on touch-pad.
God! If these were real bullets you'd be in big trouble, mister!
Set.
Action!
Fucking Hannibal King!
I should have ripped his heart out when I had the chance.
Can I do it again?
I heard my neck crack.
Like...
Fucking Hannibal King!
I should have ripped his heart out when I had the chance.
She's making playlists.
She likes to listen to MP3s when she hunts.
It's like her own internal soundtrack, you know?
Some darkcore, trip-hop, whatever kids are listening to these days.
Me, I'm more of a Kenny G fan myself, you know.
Early stuff, though. Before he sold out.
Darkcore, trip-hop, whatever kids are listening to these days.
Me, I'm more of a Clay Aiken fan. People say I look like him.
Try it again, Ryan?
Me, I'm more of a Don Johnson fan.
A lot of people don't know he recorded an album.
Darkcore, trip-hop, whatever kids are listening to these days.
Me, I'm more of an Andrea Bocelli fan.
He's blind.
Darkcore, trip-hop, whatever kids are listening to these days.
Me, I'm more of a Celine Dion fan.
- She's a Canadian treasure. - Just put your glasses on.
All right, Vance, what the hell do you know?
Aw, fuck it's him. Abby! It's Drake!
Yes.
I can't hear anything.
Okay.
You ready?
All right. I know.
What took you so long?
Careful, Daywalker.
I've heard about you.
Sorry, guys.
Now she's biting.
I was a Catholic schoolgirl...
...once.
I was there when they crucified him.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I was a good Catholic schoolgirl...
...once.
I was there when they crucified him.
I was there at Woodstock.
Fuck.
Fuck, I'm so sorry.
Goddamn it.
Goddamn it, I'm sorry.
I'm Parker's stand-in.
Parker's in her trailer smoking pot and doing pushups.
- Fuck you, motherfucker. - Keep going.
Keep going.
Keep going. Keep going.
Keep going?
Okay, okay.
How am I supposed to keep going?
And when the fuck have you seen my dick, fuck-face?
- Jesus, nice talk around the dog. - Cut.
Good. Stay.
Stay.
Good. Good.
- Tell him "good." - Good.
- That dog is so loud. - Cut.
Do you hear that dog? I heard the dog the entire time.
If it works, every vampire in the immediate vicinity
should die almost instantly.
After that, it should be only a matter of weeks
before it takes over the rest of their world.
I'm serious.
Dead serious.
There's one other thing, Blade.
Cut.
I'm sorry, I lost it with the...
Good boy. Good puppies.
Yeah. Aren't ya?
Don't pay the man, Parker.
Bingo.
- Mark. - "B" marker.
...behind me, total drop. - "C" mark.
- Set? - Set.
And action!
- Cut. - On your mark.
- Cut. - Run!
- Set. - Background. Action!
Ready, and action!
Found him.
Jesus Christ.
Cut.