Hellboy

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, move, 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 on this island but sheep and rocks.

Ruins, not rocks. Hold it right here, guys!

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 Fuhrer 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!

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.

Ragnarok...

anung la...

anung...

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.

Shh!

Ahh!

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-- That's Russian, right?

Grigori Efimovich Rasputin.

Rasputin?

Come on! Occult adviser to the Romanovs.

In 1916, at the 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!

Mmm. Mmm.

Mm-mmm.

Mm?

Mm? Mmm.

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.

Just 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 links the 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, uh... That's the tail.

And, uh, these are the horns.

I have a question. Why is it, in these pictures,

pictures of aliens, UFO, the yeti, uh, 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, uh, one thing.

Now, this Bureau for the, um...

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?