Daybreakers Here

One line from Elvis echoes as the screen fades to white:

But there was a problem. The human supply was running out.

And somewhere below, in the dark, the subsiders are still scratching at the doors. Daybreakers

In the end, Edward watches the sunrise over a ruined city. The cured stand beside him, blinking. They are no longer predators. But they are no longer pure, either. The cure rewrites DNA imperfectly: they age fast, tire easily, and dream in echo-location. Still, it’s a start.

One night, a small group of humans captures Edward. Their leader, “Elvis” (Claudia Karvan), offers him a deal: help them find a cure, and they’ll stop the blood war. Edward scoffs. “There is no cure. I’ve run the models.” One line from Elvis echoes as the screen

In 2019, a plague transformed most of the world’s population into vampires. Within a decade, the old human days of sun, garlic, and wooden stakes became folklore. Civilization didn’t collapse—it adapted. Night became day. Cars ran on synthetic blood. Coffee was laced with hemoglobin. The remaining humans were hunted, farmed, and drained.

But Bromley Marks learns of the cure. To the corporation, a cure means the end of blood dependency—and the collapse of their trillion-dollar empire. The CEO, Charles Bromley (Sam Neill), declares Edward a terrorist. More terrifyingly, Bromley has his own solution to the blood shortage: convert the last humans into livestock farms. Breed them. Bleed them. Never let them wake. In the end, Edward watches the sunrise over a ruined city

Edward Dalton (Ethan Hawke) is a chief hematologist for Bromley Marks, the corporation that now runs the global blood supply. Unlike his brother Frank (Michael Dafoe)—a grizzled vampire hunter turned human-sympathizer—Edward still clings to a scientist’s hope: a blood substitute. Each batch, however, fails. The test subjects (feral, starving vampires) vomit it back. Desperation turns to panic. Without blood, the vampire population degenerates into “subsiders”—bat-like, rabid creatures that lose all reason.

The experiment begins. Edward synthesizes the chemical trigger: a rare combination of pathogen-inversion enzymes found only in the blood of a vampire who has recently fed on a human and been exposed to controlled UV. The first successful cure transforms a ravenous subsider back into a man—screaming, blind, but alive.

The final act unfolds in the underground vaults of Bromley headquarters. As dawn breaks, Edward, Elvis, and a handful of cured humans release aerosolized sunlight into the ventilation system. The effect is instant and horrific: vampires scream, crystallize, shatter like glass. Hundreds die. But the few who survive the mist—inhaling it in controlled doses—cough, vomit black bile, and open their eyes. Human again.