Warner Bros. original film Blade was released August 21st, 1998.
The #Blade trilogy cleared $418.1M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 57%
metacritic: 47
imdb: 7.1
Eric Brooks
Blade is a vampire who kills vampires in Los Angeles, California.
“Quinn… I’m getting a little tired of chopping you up. Thought I might try fire for a change. Give my regards to Frost.” — Blade
“Came back to finish you off. Motherfucker are you out of your damn mind?! Aah! Uhh!” — Blade
“Whistler. Whistler. She’s been bitten. Yeah, I know… but I didn’t. It was Quinn. No.” — Blade
“Yeah. Whistler says I’m building up a resistance to the serum.” — Blade
“I doubt it. Just do it, old man. Ahh. Uhh… well, you already met Mr. Crispy at the hospital. What do you think? It’s still heavy. If you want to live to see another day, you’ll be out of town by nightfall. You’ve been exposed to them. One way or another, somebody’s going to take you out.” — Blade
“Remember what we told you. You keep your eyes open. They’re everywhere. Nobody. He’s a familiar– a vampire wannabe. If he’s loyal enough, and he proves himself, maybe his master will turn him. Get over it. That’s a glyph– a vampire cattle brand. It means that officer Krieger is somebody’s property. Another vampire tries to bleed this little hooker, then they have to answer to his owner. Deacon Frost. We’ve been tracking him for a long time. All right. Officer Krieger, you going to be a good little bloodhound, huh? Tell us what your master’s been up to. How do you think that we fund this organization, huh? We’re not exactly the march of dimes. It’s fake. Well… looks like our friend here has been blood running, huh? Owned by vampires, and there’s one in every city. And they always deliver. So, where were you taking it? I’m only going to ask you one more time. Where were you taking it? Fuck me? No, you fuck this. You better wake up. The world you live in is just a sugar-coated topping. There is another world beneath it– the real world. And if you want to survive it, you better learn to pull the trigger. You’re useless. There is no cure.” — Blade
“When you understand the nature of a thing, you know what it’s capable of. Looks like we hit paydirt. That’s a vampire mark. It means that there’s a safe house around here somewhere– a place they can go with donors coming. See the valets over there? They’re vampires. So is the doorman and the whore on the corner. By the way they move… the way they smell. Psst. There are worse things out tonight than vampires. Like me. Ok, vampire anatomy 101. Crosses and holy water don’t do dick, so forget what you’ve seen in the movies. You use a stake, silver, or sunlight. You know how to use one of these? The safety’s off, rounds already chambered. Silver hollow point filled with garlic. You aim for the head or the heart. Anything else is your ass.” — Blade
“Where’s the entrance? I’m going to ask you one more time. Where’s the entrance? You give Frost a message from me. You tell him it’s open season on all suckheads. Some kind of archive. This must be where they keep most of their records. They’ve got their claws into everything– politics, finance, real estate. They already own half of downtown. This must be Pearl, the record keeper. Frost. It’ll pass. That, biscuit boy, is a U.V. lamp. We’re gonna play a little game of 20 questions. Depending on how you answer, you may walk out of here with a tan. What’s that? That must’ve hurt. What prophecy? Is that so? Then you won’t mind me borrowing this for a while, will you? If he moves, fry him. What’s in here? Then you won’t mind if I take a peek. These are the pages from the Book of Erebus, Vampire Bible. It contains everything… their entire history. La Magra must be one of their legends. Shh! Give me your hand. Keeping radio contact. He can take care of himself. Jump! It’s dislocated. Ah! Aah! No! Get away. No. I’m something else.” — Blade
“You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me. I’m not human. Humans don’t drink blood. I have spent my whole life looking for that thing that killed my mother and made me what I am. And every time I take one of those monsters out, I get a little piece of that life back, so don’t you tell me about forgetting.” — Blade
Abraham Whistler
“Bringing home strays now? Should’ve killed her, then. You watch her close. If she starts to turn, you finish her off. Or I will. 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. Frost’s little errand boy? You get a lead on him? Too bad. Hold her. I give her fifty-fifty if she makes it through the night.”
“I must be getting soft in my old age, letting you bring home a stray like that. It was damn stupid of you. Might’ve lucked out, though. I checked her background. Turns out she’s a hematologist. She might be useful to us. I’m serious. I took a look at that notebook of hers. She’s onto something. I had to increase the dose. It’s over 50 milligrams now. That’s getting dangerous. Wander off the beaten path, doctor? My name’s Abraham Whistler. You’ve met Blade.”
“Not at all. We just had to take certain precautions before we let you go. You got to understand, they’re everywhere. Vampires– the hominus nocturna. We hunt them, you see– moving from one city to the next tracking their migrations. They’re hard to kill. They tend to regenerate. Crosses don’t do squat. Some of the legends are true, though. Vampires are severely allergic to silver. Feed them garlic, and they go into anaphylactic shock. Then, of course, there’s always sunlight, ultraviolet rays. I got this sucker running. You want to give it a try tonight? Well, you’re so big. There’s a war going on out there. Blade, myself, a few others, we’ve tried to keep them from spilling over onto the streets. Sometimes, people like yourself get caught in the crossfire. They own the police. You have to understand, they’re everywhere. Chances are you’ve seen them yourself and didn’t know it– on the subway or in a bar. Here. Vampire mace– silver nitrate, essence of garlic. You keep your eyes open. Be careful. One other thing– buy yourself a gun. If you start getting sensitive to daylight… if you find you’re thirsty regardless of how much you’ve had to drink, then I suggest you take that gun and use it on yourself. Better that than the alternative.”
“Catch you fuckers at a bad time? Think I’d let him run loose without a chaperone? Christ! I’m too old for this. Somebody get me a goddamn wheelchair.”
“I found him when he was 13. He’d been livin’ on the streets, feedin’ off the homeless. His need for blood had taken over at puberty. I took him for a vampire at first. Almost killed him, too. Then I realized what he was. Blade’s mother was attacked by a vampire while she was pregnant. She died, but he lived. Unfortunately, he’d undergone certain genetic changes. He can withstand garlic, silver, even sunlight, and he’s got their strength. This time tomorrow, all those wounds of his will be healed. He still ages like a human, though. See, vampires age slower than us. Unfortunately… he also inherited their thirst. Time’s runnin’ out. His body’s starting to reject it. So far, all my efforts to find a cure have failed. I had a family once– wife and 2 daughters. Then a drifter came callin’ one evenin’, a vampire. He toyed with ’em first, tried to make me decide which order they’d die in. We kill as many of ’em as we can find, but it’s gettin’ worse. There’s somethin’ happenin’ in the vampire ranks. It’s somethin’ big… and I’d stake my life that son of a bitch is at the center of it.”
Karen Johnson
“You took this off a D.O.A? But this doesn’t make any sense. The red blood cells are biconvex which is impossible. Ok, Curtis, it’s 3:00 in the morning– I thought you promised to give me some distance. Ok. Show me the body. And I don’t want to hear a word about us. You haven’t started on the internal organs yet? The maxilla looks a little deformed. There’s some odd muscle structure around the canines. Sometimes. But then I remember how much of an asshole you were. Look, Curtis– it’s over. Aah! Aah! Aah! My shoulder–it’s dislocated. Aah! Uhh. Uhh!”
“Who are you people? So, am I a prisoner here? And I’m supposed to believe all this? So, what do you use, then? Stakes? Crosses? So where am I supposed to go? I have blood samples. I can go to the police. So that’s it? You guys just patch me up and send me on my way?”
“But it’s daytime! What are you doing in here? Yeah. What happened to the other doctor I was with? Why? Yeah. He said it would work against vampires. Wait a minute. You used me as bait? Is all that necessary? Oh, great, now you robbing him. You going to rob me, too? Hillbarn clinic. I know this place. It’s a blood bank. Look, take it easy. Wait a minute. I’m coming with you. I have to stick with you. It’s the only way that I’ll stay alive long enough to find a cure for myself.”
“He’s not going to come back. Nobody’s that stupid. How can you tell? It’s like a bad dream. Like what? Nope… but I’ll damn sure learn quick. Isn’t this just a little high-tech? What’s that smell? He moved. What is this? Why is Frost so interested in La Magra? You’ve been listening in the whole time? Whistler! What are you gonna do? Oh, my God. What’s wrong? Let me help you. Let me give you– you’re one of them, aren’t you?”
“I thought the serum was supposed to suppress that. Why do you hunt them? Because of Frost. Blade. Whistler told me what happened. He told me what you are. You look human to me– that was a long time ago. Maybe you should let that go.”
Deacon Frost
“Are they? Your policy, not mine. 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. Am I? Or maybe I’m just the first to say out loud what we’ve all been thinking. Like it matters. The world belongs to us, not the humans. You know that. Gitano… you may wake up one day and find yourself extinct.”
“Shh. Keep your voice down, Gitano. We’re in a library. You don’t need to shout. What are you going to do, hmm? What? Am I that transparent? Forget the girl. I want Blade. You hear me, Quinn? I want him alive. Pearl, you’re history. Have the good grace to die with some fucking dignity. Congratulations, Blade. I heard you’ve been looking for me. I’m flattered. Fuck.”
“Listen to me. I want him alive. Shh. Big guy, relax. Be patient. Now, we got a lot to do here. I need you, man. I need you. Yeah.”
“Morning. How you feelin’? Look at that. Whew. Gettin’ a little toasty out here, huh? Heh heh. When was the last time you stopped to appreciate a good sunrise? Oh, that’s right. You were born a vampire, so you never had the pleasure, have you? That’s ok. It’s all right. Least we’re here together. Share the moment, which means a lot to me by the way, really. I mean that. ‘Cause actually, you know, when you get to know me, I’m a fairly sentimental type of guy. Bit of an innocent, you might say. You just don’t fuckin’ get it. Hold him. Jesus Christ. Have a nice day.”
“Let’s get down to business, shall we? I need 12 volunteers. Tkk tkk.”
Quinn
“That’s him! That’s him! Get him! Fuck him up! We’re gonna jack you up. Make him hurt bad. Whoo! Yaah!”
“Yaah! Yaah! Aah! Get out of my way, you freak! Yaah!”
“You want to meet him? I can get you guys in with him, because we’re tight. We’re like brothers. Deac. Deac. I’ve been telling these bitches all about you, man. They are so psyched. Bad ass bitches. They– Deac? Aw, he’s busy, you know? Yeah! Whoo! What? Wait a minute, man. You want him alive?”
“Hola, amigo! Do you remember me? Give it to him! Hey! Hey! Nice one. Heh. Well, well, well. You took my arm, man. Remember? But it’s cool. I got a new one. Think I’ll ever play piano again? You can slice him, you can dice him, but the Quinn man just keeps on comin’! You’re a fuckup, crease! Ha ha ha ha! You’re a fuckup! ‘I got his pigsticker!’ Ohh. You’re just full of surprises, ain’t you, chief? Stay with me, sweetness… ’cause I’m not finished with you yet. Ah, looky here. Silver. Nice craftmanship, huh? Probably cost you a pretty penny. Now, this here is a man who takes his job… just a little too seriously, don’t you think? Come to think of it, Blade, I owe you one. Actually, if you want to get technical, Blade… I owe you 2. Oh, what’s so funny, bright eyes? I’m expecting company. No! No guns! No! No! No! No! Fuckin’ this way! Drop the guns! I need him! He wants Blade alive! Go! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!”
“…my fault he took us by surprise! Don’t put that shit on me, okay, ’cause you were there, too! …stabbed in the balls for it, all right?! Aah! You little skeez! I should put this stump through that shit-eating grin of yours. Deac, let me take this guy out, man. Look. Look what he fuckin’ did! He took my hand again! What the fuck are you talk– you want him alive? We’ve been trying to kill this motherfucker for years. Are you out of your fucking mind? Heh.”
“Sorry, you old dog. You just got a little too long in the tooth. What, man? That was funny. ‘Long, tooth.’ Funny. Did I tell you the one about…”
Racquel
“What you got down there, little man? I’ll bet it is. Ha ha ha! It’s a surprise, baby. Hey! What’s wrong, baby? Hey! I’m gonna rip your fucking head off! Unh!”
Dennis
“Oh, that’s my heatseeker. Aah! So, where are we going? 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? 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. No! No! Aah! Aah! Aah! No! No! Aah! No! No! Please don’t!”
Bloodbath
“Ahh! Ha ha ha! Is that him? Jesus, that’s him. It’s Blade. It’s the daywalker. Come on, daywalker! Aah! Aah! Aah! Yaah!”
Vampire Council
“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. You are a disgrace to the vampire nation, Frost. If we break the treaty — — if we gather in numbers — — the human politicians will make our lives very difficult. You would understand this — — if your blood were pure. Don’t we have enough trouble with Blade? These nightclubs of yours are dangerous. They draw needless attention to our kind. You know our policy. Our livelihood… depends on our ability to blend in and our discretion. You’re out of line, Frost. We have existed this way four thousands of years. Who are you to challenge our ways? You’re not even a pureblood. I was born a vampire, as every other member of this house, but, you, Frost… you were merely turned. Do we have any other business to discuss? Well, uh… there’s the matter of our offshore accounts. We’re having difficulty– and have you made the transfer to the–“
“You have been warned before. These archives are restricted to the members of the house. You are wasting your time. It’s a dead language. The ancient texts can never be translated. You wouldn’t even understand them. Damn it, Frost! I’m talking to you! What are you up to, Frost? You bore me. Oh, I’m not really sure.”
“Do what you want, Frost. Doesn’t make any difference. You’re never gonna be a pureblood. You will never rule us. Aah! Aah! Aah!”
“What have you done with Dragonetti?”
Kam
“You’re a week early. Yeah, I figured that might happen. You take care, all right?”
Vampire Nation
“Frost throws a good party. Yeah… but where is he? Come on, baby. Don’t keep everyone waiting. Deacon, there’s someone here to see you. I got to talk to you, Frost. I’m sorry. I had to come here. It’s a mistake going to Pearl’s. I know that. Dumb fucking me. I know you’re disappointed.”
“Yeah. Fuck. Aw, fuck. Frost. Hey. Yeah. Hi. Frost, it’s about Blade. Look, Frost, this is important. Blade was waiting for me, using the girl as bait. And you were stupid enough to take it. Shut up, bitch. I didn’t know he was going to be there. It was a trap, see? But don’t worry about it. It’s no problem. We can still get the girl. I know you do.”
“…image carefully, Frost. You will need 12 purebloods to make the ritual work. Krieger, is that you? He– he’s here! He’s going to kill me! You need me, Frost! You need me! Frost. Ruthless bloodsucker. What is that? Oh, that? Oh, it’s nothing. It’s routine research. Heh heh. Actually, it’s a video game. It’s a fragment, a piece of the prophecy! Oh, I’m not really sure. There are so many out– La Magra is coming! The Spirits of the Twelve– — will awaken the Blood God! And there is nothing you can do it about it, daywalker! Well, that’s what Frost says. Nothing. It’s a– a storeroom. But you’re wasting you’re time. There’s nothing of importance to anyone. No!”
“Check it out. I’ve got his pigsticker. Ah ha ha ha– ohh! Aah!”
“Two of them against your entire security force? I’m sure Deacon will appreciate– the lifestyle really suits you. Face it, angel. You were sloppy. You got what you deserved. Ow.”
Los Angeles
“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!”
“Put him out. Yes, sir. Paramedics.”
“Got a charred cadaver here for you. Still warm, too. 1, 2, 3. Oh, Jesus, that’s rank. 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. Yeah. Look at the polys, they’re binucleated. This is not a joke. I’ve got the body in the morgue right now. I just want you to come down and take a look. Done. We’ve had that conversation. Just a blood sample for the pericardium. 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? Want to cut me some slack here? You asked for some time off, I gave you some time off. I’m trying.”
“Call security! Freeze! Aah! Aah! Aah! Hey, you! Freeze! Freeze! Hold it right there!”
“Hey! How you doing?”
“Hi, there. Hey. I’m sorry. Whoa, whoa! Whoa. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Police officer. I’m sorry, ok? Police officer. I didn’t mean to scare you. The front door was open. I’m just here on a routine check. Look, I’m– I’m officer Krieger, 42nd precinct. You’re Karen Jenson, right? Your coworkers at the hospital said that you were kidnapped last night. Are you ok? Curtis Webb? Um, he died. No, look, don’t worry about that right now, ok? Because you’re dead, too, you bitch. Aah! Bitch! What is it? What is this, garlic? Vampires? Who said I was a vampire, huh? I don’t know what you’re talking– aah! Ooh! Go fuck yourself.”
“It’s Krieger. I’m at 16-0-0-9. Yes? Get me through. I got a delivery in progress here, and I just had a run-in with Blade. I got to clear out that clinic on Hillhurst now!”
“Do you have an invitation? Kenji? Ohh! I can’t tell you that, man. Uhh! Ok. Ok. It’s in the freezer. Come on, man! I told you! It’s in the fridge! Ok.”
