They decided that hunting humans on a piece-meal basis was too inefficient. Why kill your...

[showing Blade and Abbie the blood-farming facility] Chief Martin Vreede: They decided that hunting humans on a piece-meal basis was too inefficient. Why kill your prey when you can keep them alive? Under optimal conditions a donor can generate anywhere from fifty to a hundred pints of blood a year. Abigail Whistler: But where did you get all these people? Chief Martin Vreede: The streets. In any given year you've got two to three million homeless people wandering around America. No one cares about them. We're doing the country a service, really. Blade: [applauds sarcastically] The vampire Final Solution. Abigail Whistler: Are they aware? Do they feel anything? Chief Martin Vreede: They're in a chemically-induced coma. They're brain dead, vegetables. [Blade seizes Vreede by the collar and slams his face into one of the cells] Blade: Look at this! Is this the future you want? You think there's 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: [in Vreede's face] There's me.