Mark Berry

Chief Martin Vreede: [''Drives up to warehouse''] You wanted to see me?

Virago: We've got trouble.

Blade: [''Walks up with Abigail''] Doing a little moonlighting, chief?

Chief Martin Vreede: [''Reaches for his gun but Abigail draws her gun before he can and she goes up to him confiscating his gun''] Shit!

Blade: [''Walks up to Martin and Virago''; ''To Virago''; ''Pulls her by shirt''; ''She slaps his hand away and he shoves her to the ground''] What are you doing here? Talk. Talk! Spill it!

Virago: You know what we're doing.

Blade: [''Points to warehouse''; ''Virago attempts to lunge but Abigail kills her and he points to warehouse''] What's inside?! Now, what's behind Door Number One?

Chief Martin Vreede: I can't tell you. They- they'll kill me.

Blade: [''Grabs Vreede by his jacket collar and force marches him to door''; ''Referring to wrist code reader''; ''Grabs Martin hand to wrist code reader and door opens''; ''Martin complies''] Kill you"? Motherfucker, I'll kill you! I'll just enjoy it better! You know the routine. Lights.

Abigail: [''Observing the ceiling high rows of suspended comatose human bodies air sealed hooked up to liquid input/output tubes''] God in heaven.

Blade: What is this place?

Chief Martin Vreede: It's a blood-farming facility. Vampires decided that hunting humans on a piecemeal basis was... too inefficient. Why kill your prey when you can keep them alive? Under optimal conditions, a donor can generate... anywhere from 50 to 100 pints of blood. Productive.

Abigail: Where do you get all these people?

Chief Martin Vreede: They got processing centers in every major city. At any given time, there's what... 2, 3 million homeless wandering around America? They just pull them in off the streets. Nobody cares about them. We're doing this country a service, really.

Blade: [''Slowly claps''; [w:Final Solution|Vampire final solution] ].

Abigail: Are they aware? Do they feel anything?

Chief Martin Vreede: They're in a chemical-induced coma. They're brain-dead.

Blade: [''Grabs Martin and brings him to a blood puddle of the plastic air seal''] Look at this. This the future you want? Do you think that they have a place for you in their future?

Chief Martin Vreede: We don't have a choice. They're going to win. Can't you see that? He's come back! There's nothing stopping them now.

Blade: [''Shoves Martin ahead''; ''Martin runs away, after five seconds''; ''Shoots Martin in the back who falls lifeless, to system monitor''] There's me! Go! You got 20 seconds! Twenty. Shutdown password, what is it?

System monitor: Harvest.

Blade: [''She complies''] Put it in. Let's go.