Hellboy (2004) Script

Hellboy [2004]


What is it that makes a man a man?

Is it his origins, the way things start?

Or is it something else, something harder to describe?

For me, it all began in 1944.

Classified mission off the coast of Scotland.

The Nazis were desperate.

Combining science and black magic...

...they intended to upset the balance of the war.

I was 28, already a paranormal advisor to President Roosevelt.

I could never have suspected that what would transpire that night...

...would not only affect the course of history...

...but change my life forever.

All right, men, let's go. Move!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Let's fan it out.

Your men...

...they'll need these.

Are you a Catholic?

Yes. Among other things. But that's hardly the point.

Well, you're gonna need one of these.

I abhor the use of violence.

Thank you. I wouldn't want you to think me mad, Sergeant Whitman.

No, three days too late for that, Professor Broom.

All right, you guys, let's move, move, move, move!

Come on boys, let's go!

This way! Left, right!

Come on, men, let's get the lead out!

We're close!

You're wasting our time. There's nothing here but sheep and rocks.

Ruins, not rocks. Hold it right here!

The remains of Trondham Abbey, built on an intersection of ley lines...

...the boundaries between our world and the others...

What a load of crap!

Hell, a week ago, I never even heard the word "parabnormal."

Paranormal.

Move it!

Hold the line.

Come on!

Sweet Jesus.

They must be here for the sheep.

The freak in the gas mask...

Karl Ruprecht Kroenen.

Hitler's top assassin and head of the Thule Occult Society.

If he's here, this is worse than I thought.


No matter what happens tonight...

...this book will guide you back to me.

I will not leave you.

I grant you everlasting life...

...youth...

...and the power to serve me.

Ilsa! Grigori!

It's time.

Five years of research and construction, Grigori.

Five years!

The führer doesn't look kindly on failure.

There will be no failure, general.

I promised Herr Hitler a miracle.

I'll deliver one.

What I will do tonight can never be undone!

What I will do tonight can never be undone!

I will open a portal...

...and awaken the Ogdru Jahad:

The Seven Gods of Chaos!

Our enemies will be destroyed!

And from the ashes...

...a new Eden will arise.


Get down!

I was taking a picture.

You do that again and I'll carve you a new one.

Listen, the portal is open.

Do you understand? We have to stop them.


Go! Go! Go! Go!

Look out!


Get down!


It's almost over.

No, it's not.

The portal's been open for too long.

Something may have come through.

Have your men search the area thoroughly.

Spread out over that way!

Sir! Something up here!

He's gone.

For now.

When you said something came through...

From where?

I don't see them!

Do you really, really believe in hell?

There is a place, a dark place...

...where ancient evil slumbers and waits to return.

Grigori gave us a glance tonight. Grigori?

That's Russian, right?

Grigori Efimovich Rasputin.

Rasputin?

Come on! Occult adviser to the Romanovs.

In 1916, at a dinner in his honor...

...he was poisoned, shot, stabbed, clubbed...

...castrated and finally drowned.

And yet, we saw him here tonight.

Professor Broom.

Careful. Be careful.


What the hell is that? An ape? No.

It was red. Bright red.

Lower your light, you're scaring it.

What are you two shooting at? A red ape!

No, it's not an ape.

It's got a big stone in its hand.

I think that is its hand.

Look at the size of that whammer.

No, wait! Wait!


A blanket. Get me a blanket.

Come on. Come on. It's safe.

Jump down.

Come on. Jump down.

It's a boy.

It's just a baby boy.

Move to the left.

There we were, an unready father for an unwanted child.

The boys gave him a name that very night.

In retrospect, perhaps not the most fortunate.

But nevertheless, a name we all came to use.

We called him Hellboy.

Look at the birdie.

Speculation about the origins...

Evidence that Hellboy...

So, what is it exactly that you say this agency does?

I kid you not. It hunts monsters.

The claim, of course, that this creature...

...works for the FBI as a monster hunter.


What you seek is in there.


This is a sacred place.

Give me my gold.

We shouldn't be here.


Master.

Your eyes.

What did they do to your eyes?

Have you told him yet? No.

We should.

Malignant sarcoma.

In the lungs...

...the spine...

...liver. Approximately...

...how long? Maybe six weeks.

I can arrange for hospitalization and pain management.

Make the time more bearable. No.

I'd rather be at home.

I have some arrangements to make.

For my son.

You can always get a second opinion.

That won't be necessary.

Hurry up!

Hurry up! Wait right here!

Tom Manning is the head of special operations at the FBI.

He joins Pat in the studio tonight to go over the latest Hellboy sighting.

There. That's the tail.

And these are the horns.

I have a question.

In the pictures of aliens, UFO, the yeti, Hellboy...

...why is it they're always out of focus?

Why don't you tell us...

...about the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense?

I wanna tell you, I wanna tell the American public one thing.

Now, this Bureau for the...

Paranormal Research and Defense.

There is no such thing.

"Waste Management Services"?

What is it?

John Myers, FBI.

Transfer from Quantico.

Look at the birdie, son.


Hello. I'm John... You are late. That's what you are.

Five minutes. Yes, I know.

I'm going to... Section 51. I know.

Watch your hands and elbows.

Pardon? Watch your hands and elbows.


Hello?

Turn the pages, please, if you don't mind.

Please.

The pages.

These? You're reading these?

Four books at once, every day...

Four books at once, every day...

Four books at once, every day...

...as long as I'm there to turn the pages.

My name's Broom.

My name's Broom.

Professor Trevor Broom.

Sir, I'm John...

Agent John T. Myers, Kansas City, '76.

T stands for Thaddeus, mother's older brother.

Scar on your chin happened when you were 10.

You still wonder if it's ever going to fade away.

How did it...? He.

Not "it."

Abraham Sapien.

Discovered alive in a secret chamber...

...of St. Trinian's Foundling Hospital, Washington.

His name was taken from this inscription...

...stuck to the side of his tank. "Icthyo Sapiens.

April 14, 1865."

The day that Abraham Lincoln died.

Hence, Abe Sapien.

Rotten eggs.

A delicacy. Abe loves them.

How does he know so much about me?

Abe possesses a unique frontal lobe.

"Unique." That's a word you'll hear frequently around here.

Sir, where am I, exactly?

As you entered the lobby, there was an inscription:

"In the absence of light, darkness prevails."

There are things that go bump in the night, Agent Myers.

Make no mistake about that.

And we are the ones who bump back.

1937, Hitler joins the Thule Society...

...a group of German aristocrats obsessed with the occult.

1938, he acquired the Spear of Longinus...

...which pierced the side of Christ.

He who holds it becomes invincible.

Hitler's power increases tenfold.

1943, President Roosevelt decides to fight back.

The Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense is born.

1958, the Occult Wars finally come to an end...

...with the death of Adolf Hitler.

1945, you mean.

Hitler died in '45.

Did he, now?

Myers, this is Agent Clay.

Take his lead.

He'll make the introductions.

You're not coming?

I handpicked you from a roster of over 70 academy graduates.

Make me proud.

They're not speaking.

Professor Broom had him grounded.

Grounded? Who's grounded?

Okay. You saw the fish guy, right?

Oh, yeah. That was weird.

Yeah. Right.

Well, come on in. Meet the rest of the family.

He gets fed six times a day.

He's got a thing for cats.

You'll be his nanny, his keeper, his best friend.

He never goes out unsupervised.

Who?

I hate those comic books.

They never get the eyes right.

Hellboy.

He's real.

60 years old by our count. But he doesn't age like we do.

Think reverse dog years. He's barely out of his 20s.

What's with the hair, Clay?

Finally got them implants, huh?

It'll fill in.

Who's the squirt?

Agent Myers is your new liaison.

I don't want him.

What, you get tired of me, Clay?

The candy. Give him the candy.

Oh, sir, I...

I have these for you.

Father's back?

He still angry? Well, you did break out.

I wanted to see her.

Nobody's business. It is. You got yourself on TV again.

Myers, huh?

You got a first name, Myers?

Try not to stare. He hates it when people stare.

John. John Myers.

Well, John'll do.

Stare at what? His horns. He files them to fit in.

What you looking at, John?

Oh, no, no, no. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Code red.

Hey, hey, hey.

Warning. Code red.

They're playing our song.

Come on, champ, let's go fight some monsters.

We're here at the Machen Library...

...where just hours ago, an alarm was triggered.

The N.Y.P.D. Has yet to issue a statement.

We've got SWAT vans, paramedics. You name it.

And now here comes a garbage truck.

A large garbage truck.

Look at them ugly suckers, Blue.

One sheet of glass between them and us.

Story of my life.

Outside. I could be outside.

You mean, outside with her.

Don't get psychic with me, fella.

Nothing psychic about it.

You're easy.

How am I gonna get a girl? I drive around in a garbage truck.

Liz left us, Red.

Take the hint.

We don't take hints.

Civilians in bedroom.


Okay, guys, let's sync up our locators.

Seal the doors. Red and Blue are coming in.

1900 hours, an alarm was tripped.

A large entity, type 5, reported. Very aggressive.

Six guards dead.

I thought we checked this place.

Fakes and reproductions.

Apparently, not everything was fake.

Father.

The entity is still in there.

Video surveillance shows a 16th-century statue was destroyed.

St. Dionysius the Areopagite.

Who wards off demons. Exactly.

The statue, however, was hollow.

A reliquary.

A prison.

The Vatican deemed its occupant dangerous enough...

...to include it on The List of Avignon, of which, by the way, we hold a copy.

Perfect job for these babies.

Made them myself.

Holy water, clove leaf, silver shavings, white oak. The works.

Behind this door, a dark entity.

Evil, ancient and hungry.

Oh, well. Let me go in and say hi.


You better hit the books, Brother Blue.

We'll definitely need more info on this one.

Hey, no one goes with him? Jesus.

No. He likes it that way.

The whole "lonely hero" thing.

Hey, Stinky.

Kitchen's closed.

What you having?

Six library guards, raw, plus belts and boots.

Man, you're gonna need some heavy fiber to move that out.

Red, I found something.

This entity's name is Sammael, the desolate one.

Son of Nergal, brother of...

Listen, Sammy...

...I'm not a very good shot, but The Samaritan here uses really big bullets.

So, what do you say we work this out in a nice, peaceful...

Oh, crap.

That's it for you, Sam.

Red, you need to hear the rest of the information.

No, he's taken care of.

No, listen to this.

"Sammael, the desolate one, lord of the shadows...

...son of Nergal, hound of resurrection..."

See...

...I don't like that.

What? Hound of resurrection?

"Harbinger of pestilence. Seed of destruc..."

Cut to the end. How do I kill it?

Doesn't say.

Go to the front. Let's go! Move!

I'm going around the back.


Oh, crap.

Child.

All grown up, I see.

That voice.

It was the first lullaby you ever heard, my son.

I ushered you into this world.

I alone know your true calling, your true name.

Name this.

That thing. That thing. What do you think you're doing?

What do you think you're doing? Helping you. I...

Nobody helps me!

It's my job.

You want to help? Here. Load this.

It's a tracking bullet. Crack the pin.

Jesus, what's that on your arm?

Oh, crap.

What the hell is that thing?

Let me go ask.


All right, keep coming. Good. Keep coming.

Why, you little...

Wait!

We're heading toward civilians.

Crazy costumes, huh? Trick or treat.


Red means stop!

You all right? Yeah.

Stay here.

Sammy, you got a leak.

Waiting for me, chunk-face?

What the...?


I'm on your side. Sure.

That's right!


Open wide!

Son of a...

Yuck!

Screw this.

I'm fireproof.

You're not.

Hey, Myers.

Yeah? Yeah? Yeah?

How's your arm?

Yeah, my arm's fine. Where are you?

I just fried Stinky.

Listen...

...tell Father I'll be home...

...but he shouldn't wait up.

No. No, wait, wait.

Yeah, I gotta go with you.

Hey, Myers. Yeah?

Bye.

Damn it.


Sammael has fulfilled his destiny.

Die in peace...

...and be reborn again and again.

Only seven more days till the eclipse.

The child will be there, and so will we all.

Won't we?


There's a big, red man down there.

That's fine, darling. Santa's not here for another month.

Not Santa.

Well, who, then?

I brought beer.

Oh, Red, your arm.

You better get that looked at.

I wanted to see you.


Every time the media gets a look at him, they run to me.

I'm running out of lies, Trevor.

I thought you like being on TV. I do.

So how many escapes this year alone? Five.

Tom, he's our guest, not a prisoner.

Your guest is 6-foot-5, bright red, has a tail and is government-funded.

I know where to find him.

I'll get him back. Hey, fish stick.

Don't touch anything.

I need to touch it to see.

See what? Past, future.

Whatever this object holds.

Is he serious?

Don't worry about fingerprints. Never had any.

Professor, they were here.

Who was here? Nixon? Houdini?

Jimmy Hoffa? Who?

Show me, Abe. Show me what happened here.

This is east-wing check-in. We're all clear.

Also, make sure it's all locked up over there in the annex.

Roger that.


Kroenen!

Move.

Move!

There he is!

We'll cover him from here!

All right, don't move! Put that down.

Put down the weapon!

Get them.

Drop the weapon.

On the ground!

Last warning!

Take him out!


Now, ready the welcome, my love.

Salt gathered from the tears of a thousand angels.

Restraining the essence...

...of Sammael, the hellhound.

The seed of destruction.

This I can promise, Sammael.

For each one of you that falls...

...two shall arise.


Professor. I'm all right.

Professor.

You...

You are very sick.

I don't want Hellboy to know.

Sixty years ago, they tried to destroy the world.

They're back.

In my lifetime, they're back...

...to finish the job.

We miss you at the bureau.

Abe's crazier every day.

Father's still mad at me.

Come back, Liz.

Come back. No. No, H.B.

No, not this time.

I don't like it here...

...but I haven't had an episode in months.

And you know what?

I'm learning to control it.

I'm learning where it comes from.

For the first time in my life...

...I'm not afraid.

Looks like your ride is here. Have escort stand by.

The Nanny Squad.

Hey, stop. Wait. Wait.

Sir, may I go first?

Hang on a minute.

He barely knows him.

Then he should make it his business to change that.

Listen, H. B...

...I've got a chance out here.

So if you really care about me...

...you won't come back.

Yeah...

...I gotta go too.

Lots to do.

What took you so long?

Come on, time to go home.

Tape you up.

What are you, a Boy Scout?

Nope, I never was. Well, you could have fooled me.

Hey, Red.

Oh, God. You've lost a lot of blood.

This is nothing.

You know what'll kill me, don't you?

Okay, Red, let's get you home. Come on.

You were burned by some organic acid.

I'm lucky that way.

I worry about you. Me?

Well...

...I won't be around forever, you know.

Damn!

Could you please be a little careful?

Big baby.

How long was it latched onto you?

I don't know. About five seconds.

Professor, look. Is it bad?

Touched you five seconds, laid three eggs.

Didn't even buy me a drink.

The stinger detaches itself from the tongue and injects the eggs.

They are very sensitive to heat and light.

They need a humid, dark environment to breed.

Did you ever lose track of him?

Well, let's see.

There was that moment when I had the train on top of my head.

We can't risk it.

Tomorrow you'll go back to the tracks with a group of agents.

Search the whole place top to bottom.

Find those eggs and destroy them.

"Elizabeth Sherman."

I don't like the term "fire-starter."

I just don't.

And "pyrokinesis" sounds like some psychosis or something.

I don't know.

Maybe that's right.

Not being able to let go.

It's scary.

I black out after each episode. Sometimes for hours.

You hear about so and so...

...who just lost control and just exploded.

Well, they're lucky it isn't true.

With me, it is.

My master is calling your name now, my girl.

You must return to the child.

So once again...

...dream...

...of fire.

Hey, freak!

Get back here, freak!

Let's get her! Get her!

Get her, guys! Watch this!

Freak!

Oh, no! Not again.

Oh, no! Somebody!

Help me!

Help me, somebody! Help me!


How many buildings does she have to burn down?

She belongs here.

That's not what she feels.

She may never feel it. It's her choice.

She may never feel it. It's her choice.

Professor, the girl you're...

Professor, that girl you're talking about...

Hey, Boy Scout...

Hey, Boy Scout...

...think twice.

No, listen, I read her file.

"Read her file." She blames herself...

...for that explosion in Pittsburgh. Look, I think I can help.

I could talk to her.

I think I could bring her back.

Just what was it that landed you this job pushing "pamcakes," huh?

What was it?

Punctuality? The way you part your hair?

What is your area of expertise?

He doesn't want me with him.

I know that much.

You're doing fine. No, I'm not.

Look, he respects Clay, not me.

I'm really sorry, okay?

I'm not your guy.

I'm dying, Agent Myers.

Like any father, I worry about him.

In medieval stories, there is often a young knight...

...who is inexperienced...

...but pure of heart. Come on.

Look, I am not pure of heart.

Yes, you are.

Rasputin is back for him.

What I ask of you...

...is to have the courage to stand by him when I am gone.

He was born a demon. Can't change that.

But you will help him...

...in essence...

...to become a man.

Pull that down.

She was making great progress...

...and now this.

We'll be closed for months.

And it put a big dent in our Thorazine supply.

She's been like this since it happened.

Are you sure you want to go in?

Miss Sherman?

I'm Agent Myers, FBI.

Miss Sherman?

Can I call you Liz?

It's a beautiful name.

Sixty percent of all the women in the world are named Liz.

Well, it's impressive by my standards. My name's John.

John T. Myers.

Dr. Broom asked me to invite you back to the bureau.

No special precautions, no security escorts.

Just you and me in a taxi like regular folks.

That doesn't sound like him.

Well, Miss Sherman, he's asking you back...

...but it's entirely your choice, you know?

Choice, huh?

That's cute.

I've quit the bureau 13 times.

I always go back.

Where else would I go?

Over here.

You said those eggs need it dark and humid?

Well, they hit the jackpot.

The subway lines, they all converge right around here.

Right below us is the old Vandeveer reservoir.

It was abandoned in the mid-30s.

There's a pulse.

There. A cistern on the other side.

Most of the eggs are there.

There's no way in.

We should go back and request a special permit, type 2...

You guys coming or what?


We lead a charmed life.

Here you are, doctor.

This should cover your tail fin.

Reliquary. Straight from the Vatican.

Reliquary. Straight from the Vatican.

A bone from St. Dionysius. Looks like a pinkie.

A bone from St. Dionysius. Looks like a pinkie.

A bone from St. Dionysius. Looks like a pinkie.

A bone from St. Dionysius. Looks like a pinkie.

Remind me why I keep doing this.

Remind me why I keep doing this.

Rotten eggs and the safety of mankind.


This doesn't really look like doll's hair.

Be honest, Red. What do you think?

I'm thinking about doing it myself.

Hey, you guys find anything?

No eggs yet, Red.

What, are you on a lunch break?

Nothing here.

Red's on the move. I'll cover him.

Damn it, Red.


Hey, it's Abe.

Oh, God.

Bring your toy over here.

Oh, man.

Oh, Jesus.

There's only one. I'll fry him quick.

Two. There were two.


Red?

Red. Come in, Red.

What's your 20? I got no signal. Where the hell are you?

It's like Swiss cheese in here.

Sit tight, pal, I'm on him.

Sammael, hound of the resurrection.

Didn't I kill you already?

You goddamn monster!


Oh, crap.

It's for you!

You shouldn't hurt people!


You missed.

Hey, chunk-face.

You can do better than that, big monster like you.


My kittens! Please!

My kittens! Please!

Somebody, please, get my kittens!

Somebody, please, get my kittens!

Second date.

No tongue.

My kittens. Careful with them!

Lady, give me a break!


Thank you.

My job.


Clay, I'm getting a signal from Abe. I'm on my way back.

Clay, I'm getting a signal from Abe. I'm on my way back.

Buddy, don't take another step.

Buddy, don't take another step.


Clay.


Man down. I need an ambulance right away. Do you read me?

Hang in there, pal.

Man down. Do you read? Do you read?

Quarry, Moss, do you read me?

Quarry, Moss, do you read me? Man down!

Feels good to be outside. It's been so long.

You know that's... That's not safe Miss Sherman.

Please stay in the car.

No, no. Miss Sherman. Please, can you come down, Miss Sherman?

Nice view.

Hey, a smile, huh? Yeah, that's good.

Here.

Damn.

You'll have to take another one later. Yeah.


He'll make it.

Not everyone was so lucky.

We had two agents die today.

Clay probably won't survive the night.

Not now, Manning, please. My problem with you:

You're reckless.

These men trusted you to lead them as a team.

Where were you?

I knew those men better than you did.

That makes it all right, then. No, it doesn't make it all right.

But I stopped that thing, didn't I? Yes, you did.

But I stopped that thing, didn't I? Yes, you did.

But I stopped that thing, didn't I? Yes, you did.

It's what you do. It's why we need you.

It's what you do. It's why we need you.

You have an insight. You know monsters.

What are you trying to say?

What are you trying to say?

This whole thing is a farce.

This whole thing is a farce.

Because in the end...

...after you've killed, after you've captured every freak out there...

...after you've killed, after you've captured every freak out there...

...there's still one left.

You.

Hey, Manning.

I wish I could be more gracious, but...

Welcome back.

It's only for the weekend, Professor Broom.

Then I shall be on my way.

Oh, you should have a look around.

We made some changes around here.

I want that thing locked up, starting now.

Right now! Do you...?

Now, you hear me?

Locked up! Nothing's changed.

Home sweet home.

Liz?

Liz!

You did it, buddy. You did it!

Myers?

Pop?

Hey, how you doing?

Hey, what's that on your wrist?

This?

It's something I learned in therapy. Yeah?

I'm depressed, one rubber band.

I'm impatient...

...two rubber bands.

Maybe...

Maybe I should get you a fresh pack.

Yeah, maybe two.

Yeah, maybe.

I'm gonna put these over here, okay?

One minute. One minute.

Hey, Myers...

...you're a talker.

What's a good word, a solid word, for "need"?

Well...

..."need" is a good, solid word.

Too needy.

Start in, okay? You got nachos coming.

Nachos.

Oh, my God.

Look at them all.

Who had babies?

Liz, there's something I need for you to hear, and it's...

Will it take long? Because I'm actually going out.

Out?

"Out" out?

Yeah. Yeah, for a cup of coffee, but go ahead, read.

Are you going alone?

No, Myers is taking me.

Hey, your chili's getting cold.

Not hungry.

Is there something you'd like me to hear?

It's just a list. It's not finished. Okay.

Well, then, later.

See you.

Anything else you need? Not from you.

Well, good night.

Goodbye.

Subject: Karl Ruprecht Kroenen.

Born in Munich, 1897.

Suffered from a masochistic compulsion...

...commonly known as surgical addiction.

Both eyelids surgically removed...

...along with his upper...

...and lower lip.

The blood in his veins dried up decades ago.

Only dust remains.

What horrible will...

...could keep such a creature as this alive?


Oh, no.

Come on, Red.

Jesus.

Damn it, Red. Not again And one of those cookies. Do you have any doughnuts?

Sorry, pal. How about a bear claw?

Do you want anything else? The shop's closing.

Here we go.

Listen about...

I admire him. He's a force of nature.

What are you two talking about?

What is so fascinating, so important?

No. He's determined, unstoppable.

Some people would call that cocky.

He's just strong. Yeah. That he is.

Hey, I've got yours.

My uncle, he used to say we like people for their qualities...

...but love them for their defects.

He loves you, you know.

What about you?

I don't know. I grew up with him.

But now every time I see him, I get confused.

There's hardly a day that goes by that he's not in my mind.

Even now...

...I feel like he's here.

Hey, wait up.

You like doughnuts? I got two.

Thanks. That was nice. I got a cookie, as well.

Sugar? No. No sugar. Thank you.

No cream and sugar, moron. She takes it black.

I got some milk here. No. I'm okay. I don't take milk.

Told you.

She took his picture.

Damn!

She took his picture.

She took his picture.

She took his picture.

Oh, crap.

It's freezing, isn't it?

Coffee's warming me up.

Well, what do we do now?

Newark, New Jersey, entertainment capital of the world.

You sound like a game-show host. Hi.

Hey.

You're Hellboy.

I'm on a mission.

All right, tell me something about you. Where do you come from?

I lived with my uncle most of my life.

Then I went to Quantico, went to top of my class. I'm nothing like...

Don't tell anyone, huh?

Attaboy.

Sir, he left his locator.

Shall we send out some scouts? Enough, enough, enough.

He'll never change.

A child.

Always a child.

Sebastian Plackba, number 16.

Moscow.

Who wants us in Moscow?


My mom baked them. She's laughing.

She's sitting on a park bench, and she's laughing.

That's it. I'm done.

They don't look like spies.

Are you kidding me?

Look at this guy.

Those shady little eyes, that phony grin.

Are you going to eat that? No.

Hey, he's yawning. He's bored.

Yeah, the old yawning trick.

Watch his arm.

First he wants my job, then he wants my girl.

Hey, we all have a side that we try to hide.

God...

Hey, what the hell?

Hey! Hey, who threw that?

Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

Nice shot.

Sebastian Plackba, number 16.

It's Rasputin's mausoleum.

I see the puppet.

But where is...

...the puppeteer?

Very good, Professor Broom.

It was you.

The scraps of paper...

...Liz's sudden relapse and return.

Bread crumbs on the trail.

Like in a fable.

They both distract him...

...and guide him exactly where I need him.

Moscow.

His destiny.

And the last clue...

...will be left by the late Professor Broom.

You raised the child.

Nurtured him.

So in return...

...I will permit you...

...a brief, brief glimpse of the future.


He will open the portal...

...and bring about the end of the world.

If only you had had him destroyed 60 years ago...

...none of this would have come to pass.

But then, how could you have known?

Your God chooses to remain silent.

Mine lives within me.

Every time I died and crossed over...

...a little more of the master...

...came back with me.

He disclosed to me the child's true name.

Would you like to know it?

I know what to call him.

Nothing you can do or say...

...can change that.

I call him...

...Son.

I'm ready.

It'll be quick.


Just go there and tell her how you feel.

My mom says that...

Look, it's not... It's not that easy, okay?

Plus, you're 9.

You're not old enough to be giving me advice.

All right, stand by. Who are those guys?

Liz, I'm sorry. It's Broom. Let's go. We need to find him.

No! Wait, what happened?

No! It's okay.

No, not him.

Would you take her? Something's wrong.


He hasn't spoken to anybody in three days.

Not a word.

He won't eat, he won't sleep.

I've never seen him like this.

Never.

Should I stay?

With him, I mean?

Listen, I'm not much of a problem solver.

Three decades, I've only completed two sides.

But I do know this much.

If there's trouble...

...all us freaks have is each other.

And I'm stuck here.

So...

...take care of the big monkey for me, will you?


I have accumulated many objects of great interest...

...preserving our heritage.

Many, like me, believe Mother Russia...

...to be very close to a historic rebirth.

"Rebirth"?

I like that.

Twenty tons of stone.

This thing fell from the sky into Tunguska Forest.

June 30th, 1908.

The Romanovs took possession of it immediately.

I've wanted it for ages.

You're aware, of course...

...there's no way you'll get it out of Russian territory.

He is aware. Our guests are coming in.

Volokolamsk Fields, 50 miles from Moscow, that's where we're going.

Sebastian Plackba, number 16. That's the only clue we have.

We've collected and destroyed thousands of eggs...

...but we have no trace of this Sammael or this Rasputin character.

We leave as soon as we get clearance and equipment.

Hellboy's coming.

I'm not pleased about that, but I'll be in charge this time.

We either wrap this up or I'm closing this freak show for good.

Hi.

Hi.

I'II...

...come to Moscow...

...if you're still going.

I am.

But I have something to say.

I understand what you don't like about me.

I do.

What I am...

...makes you feel a little out of place...

...out there.

Red, I don't... Listen.

I'm not like Myers.

He makes you feel like you belong...

...which is good, really.

I wish I could do something about this.

I can't.

I can promise you two things:

One, I'll always look this good.

And two...

...I'll never give up on you.

Ever.

I like that.

This engraving here represents Sammy. Text reads:

"One falls, two shall arise. Sammael."

We'll have to nail them all at once, and the eggs.

And when we do, no mumbo jumbo.

Double-core Vulcan-65 grenades.

We've installed a handy little timer. You set it, you walk away.

Cable pulls the safety pins.

Kaboom.

Easy to clean, easy to use.

Sparky to Big Red. Do you read me? Come in.

"Sparky"?

Who came up with that? Myers?

Yeah, we're leaving the main road, so hang on.

This better be the place or I'll puke.

You better come out and see.

Sebastian Plackba, number 16.

Forget it. We're never gonna find Rasputin's mausoleum.

It's practically a city.

And it stinks, and it's muddy.

I think we go back, we check into the hotel, we regroup.

After breakfast.

I think what we have to do here is we have to make a grid.

We go in by quadrants. Maybe satellite photography.

Let me ask for directions.

Where are you going?

Come on, baby, find me a talker.

Hi there.


Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

What do you want?

This is ridiculous.

I run this show, not him.

This guy's nothing but trouble.

Ten minutes, we're out of here. Will you shut up...

...and let him do his thing?

Anybody got a PowerBar?

Hey, there he is.

Sixty feet further, comrades.

And three rows in.

What the hell is that on his back?

This here is Ivan Klimentovich.

Say "hi," Ivan.

Go that way, Red Monkey!

Gotcha.

Ivan says there's a whole network of tunnels down here.

Goes on for miles.

Stay close, everybody.

You better be right about this.

We'll be all right as long as we don't separate.

Hey, Sparky.

Tell everyone to turn their locator belts on. Anybody sees anything...

I'll say "Marco."

Polo.

Are you sure about this? On a scale of one to ten: Two.

Don't worry, Boy Scout, she'll take care of you.

She's a tough one.

Come on.

Ask your buddy how far this thing goes.

How you doing up there, Ivan?

If I had legs I'd kick your ass!

Would you mind holding this guy for a while? He is so negative.

What the hell is that?

Something big.

Lime, come with me. Right.

No, no, no. Stay put!

Stop!

You listen to me.

Listen to me!

I'm in charge.

We're gonna go back. You can take that door apart.

Whatever it is, it's coming for us. Now, we gotta move forward!

Lime, let's go!

Stay put!

And you! I am not afraid of you!

I'm in charge! We go back!

I was better off dead!


Oh, crap.


Music.


Really went deep.

Hey, what's wrong with you?!


You killed my father.

Your ass is mine.

What are you laughing at, you Nazi son of a...?


Don't even think about it.


That's all for you, pinhead.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? Having a...

You never light a cigar that way.

You use a wooden match.

Preserves the flavor. You see?

Thank you.

Thank you.

So he thinks you and I...

That's why he's mad at me.

But it's not true, right?

What?

Well, that, you know, you feel that way about me.

You want to know that here? Now?

Yeah.

Red, white, whatever. Guys are all the same.

Hey, wait up.

Have you found them yet?

I got them right below me. It's a matter of minutes.

Okay, good.

Could you hurry up? Because it's a little spooky in here.

Liz, wait.

Oh, my God.

Let's back out real slow.

Let's back out real slow.

Myers, ready your grenades.

Marco. Marco. Marco.

Get your big, red butt over here.

I'm coming for you, kid!


No piggybacks!

Get off me, you...

Liz, no!

They're gonna kill him! Do something!

What do you want me to do?

Hit me. What?

Hit me.

Now!

You should be running.


They are all here.

All of them.

Just the way it was promised.

This one's awake.

Thank you for this.


"And I looked...

...and beheld an angel.

And in his right hand, the key to the bottomless pit."

And in his right hand, the key to the bottomless pit."

These were the words I heard as a peasant boy in Tobolsk.

And now, the door.

Sent by the Ogdru Jahad...

...so that they might at long last enter our world.

You are the key, the right hand of doom.

Your stone hand.

What did you think it was made for?

Open the locks.

Don't do it, Red! Don't do it!

Silence.

Imagine it.

An Eden...

...for you and her.

No.

No?

In exchange for her soul, then?

Open the door.

No.

As you wish.

No!

Liz!

Her soul awaits on the other side.

If you want her back...

...open the door and claim her.

Your true name is inscribed around the locks that hold you.

You cannot break them...

...no matter how strong you are.

The eclipse has begun.

Your true name...

...say it!

Become the key.

For her.

Anung un Rama.

Repeat it.

Anung un Rama.


Open the final lock.

Remember who you are!


Believe me, I have lived long enough to know...

...not a tear will be shed for this world!

You have a choice.

Your father gave you that.

No, you don't!

Open it!

Do it!


What have you done?

I chose.

You will never fulfill your destiny.

You will never understand the power inside you.

I'll just have to find a way to live with that.

Child.

Look what you've done.

You've killed me...

...an insignificant man.

But you have brought forth...

...a god.

Myers, let's go.

Hell will hold no surprises for us.

I took a grenade belt.

The damn thing's broken.

Keep her safe, will you?

Whatever happens, don't leave her alone.

I won't.

You're okay, Myers.

Stick around.

Hey, Red.

Just pull the cable.

I didn't get you anything.

Are you going to be okay alone?

How big can it be?

Damn!

Damn.


Oh, this is gonna hurt.


Gonna be sore in the morning.

She's got no pulse.

She's not breathing.

Liz?

I was so foolish.


Red.

In the dark...

...I heard your voice.

What did you say?

I said, "Hey...

...you on the other side...

...let her go.

Because for...

For her I'll cross over.

And then you'll be sorry."


What makes a man a man?

A friend of mine once wondered.

Is it his origins? The way he comes to life?

I don't think so.

It's the choices he makes.

Not how he starts things...

...but how he decides to end them.


Hey, guys? I'm still here.