Hellboy Page #13

Hellboy appears at the end of the tunnel. He glances at

Kroenen's body, then quickly checks for a pulse on Clay.

Hellboy looks demolished.

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. TAXI CAB (MOVING) / EXT. BPRD ADJACENT AVENUE - DAY

An ethnic pop song blasts from the taxi radio. Liz pokes her

head out of the window and shoots a Polaroid snapshot. She

passes it to Myers:

LIZ:

It feels good to be outside!! It's

been so long...

He can't hear her over the music. Myers knocks on the

bulletproof acrylic divider.

MYERS:

Hey!! The music!! Turn down the

music!!

DRIVER:

Yeah, yeah, music!!

He merely changes the radio station; the music stays at the

same volume. Myers looks back at Liz.

She is halfway out the window, sitting on the door.

MYERS:

Jesus! That's not -- That's not safe,

Miss Sherman -- Miss Sherman?

She takes another Polaroid and passes it down to him. Myers

looks at the Polaroid, then smiles. He climbs out of the

other window, hands her the photograph.

MYERS:

Nice view --

He waves at her. For the first time, she smiles.

MYERS:

A smile, huh? That's good.

She takes his picture. With the cold morning wind blowing

Liz's hair and the sun on her face, she looks beautiful.

LIZ:

Don't get used to it.

Myers taps his fingers on the roof, to the beat of the music.

He can't take his eyes off her. They drive towards the BPRD.

INT. B.P.R.D. MEDICAL BAY - DAY

Unconscious, Abe floats in a special tank. LED strips read

water temperature, pH level, etc. He's encased in a bio-cast:

a cybernetic healing unit wrapped around his thorax and right

arm. A web of tubes and hoses keeps him in place.

SHIRTLESS and bandaged, Hellboy sits and studies him, as if

in a trance.

MANNING'S VOICE

He'll make it --

Hellboy turns, Manning is there:

MANNING:

But not everyone was so lucky.

(beat)

Two agents died today. Clay probably

won't survive the night. You're

reckless.

HELLBOY:

I knew those men better than you did --

MANNING:

Ah, I see. That makes it all alright

then.

He turns to leave. Hellboy gets up.

HELLBOY:

No, it doesn't make it right, but I

stopped that creature, didn't I?

MANNING:

That's what you do. That's why we

need you. You have an insight.

(beat)

You know monsters.

HELLBOY:

What are you trying to say?

MANNING:

In the end, after you've killed and

captured every freak out there --

there's still one left: you.

HELLBOY:

(a deep sigh)

I wish I could be more gracious but --

BAMMMMM!!!! He smashes a metal LOCKER with his stone hand

and raises it above his head.

Manning cowers, realizing that Hellboy's rage is a dangerous

thing.

INT. B.P.R.D. - MAIN HALL AREA - DAY

A new space. Office corridors radiate out from a brass

B.P.R.D. logo on the floor. A few agents monitor computer

stations and tactical glass boards.

Liz and Myers walk in, carrying her suitcases. She looks

around and sees BROOM coming down the hall.

BROOM:

Welcome back.

LIZ:

It's only for the weekend, Professor

Broom. Then I'll be on my way --

BROOM:

(impeccable courtesy)

Come and go as you please.

(beat)

Find your way back. We've made quite

a few changes --

CRASH!!! Liz screams and Myers draws his gun. Smashing through

a glass partition, the mangled steel LOCKER lands in the

middle of the hall in a rain of glass and aluminum studs.

Next, Manning appears, retreating but unharmed.

MANNING:

(gasping)

I want that thing locked up, starting

now -- Now!!! You hear me??!!

He flees.

LIZ:

(to Broom)

Nothing's changed. Home, sweet home.

Mortified, Broom hurries after Manning. Hellboy calmly steps

through the hole in the wall.

HELLBOY:

(seeing her)

Liz? Liz!!

She spins on her heel and walks off. Hellboy turns to Myers.

HELLBOY:

You!!! You did it, buddy --

Myers holsters his gun and follows Liz. Hellboy is all alone

now.

HELLBOY:

(oblivious)

Woo hoo!!

INT. B.P.R.D. - LIZ'S ROOM - DAY

A familiar cell. Fireproof insulation covers the walls. Liz

throws her bags on the bed. Myers lingers in the doorway.

She reflexively pulls on one of the rubber bands on her wrist,

then lets it snap.

LIZ:

A little something I learned in

therapy. I'm depressed --

(snaps a rubber band)

One rubber band. I'm impatient: two

rubber bands...

He sits by her side on the bed.

MYERS:

I'll get you a fresh pack.

INT. HELLBOY'S DEN - DUSK

A cat bats at a ball of paper. On it, two words are visible:

DEAR LIZ. Hellboy's tail scoops up the paper and throws it

in a brimming wastebasket.

He's sitting at a stainless steel desk, deep in concentration,

writing with evident difficulty. The floor around him is

covered with more crumpled pages. In the background, the

projector is showing DUCK SOUP. Myers pushes in a cartload

of CHILI.

MYERS:

Where do you --

HELLBOY:

Shh! Just a second.

Myers sets the tray on the table.

HELLBOY:

Myers, you're a talker. What's a

good word -- a solid word for "need" --

MYERS:

"Need" is a good, solid word.

HELLBOY:

Nah, sounds too "needy."

MYERS:

Start in, you got nachos coming.

As he goes out, Liz appears in the doorway. Hellboy quickly

stops writing.

LIZ:

(notices the small

feline army)

Oh, my God... Look at them all! Who

had babies? C'mere, Tiger...!

Liz plays with a cat. Hellboy lifts the piece of paper, which

looks like a postage stamp in his stone hand.

HELLBOY:

Um... Liz -- I -- there's something

I'd like you to -- something I need

you to hear.

LIZ:

Well. Is it long?? I'm going out,

but --

HELLBOY:

Out? Out out?

LIZ:

For a cup of coffee, but go ahead,

read.

HELLBOY:

You're going alone?

LIZ:

No. Myers is taking me.

Hellboy stands up, walks towards her.

HELLBOY:

Him!! Why him? Why not me?

Myers walks back in pushing a tray of nachos.

MYERS:

(to Hellboy)

Hey, your chili's getting cold --

HELLBOY:

(sits back down)

Not hungry.

LIZ:

What did you want me to hear -- ?

Hellboy folds the paper.

HELLBOY:

It's nothing. Just a list -- It's

not finished --

LIZ:

Oh, okay then. Maybe later then.

She leaves. Myers smiles.

MYERS:

Anything else you --

HELLBOY:

(snappy)

Not from you.

MYERS:

Well good n-

HELLBOY:

(furious)

Good night.

CUT TO:

INT. B.D.R.P. MEDICAL BAY - NIGHT

Under a sheet, Kroenen's cold, naked body lies on a slab.

Broom talks into a tape recorder.

BROOM:

The subject:
Karl Ruprecht Kroenen --

The visible areas of the body make us grateful for the sheet

covering the rest.

BROOM:

Suffered a masochistic compulsion

known as surgical addiction.

The silver hand and harness lie on a table.

BROOM:

Both eyelids were surgically removed

along with his upper and lower lips,

making speech impossible. The blood

in his veins dried up decades ago.

Only dust remains.

(looks at an X-ray

film)

Four pulverized vertebrae. A steel

rod inserted into his pelvis held

him up.

(beat)

What horrible will power could keep

a thing like this alive?

He finds the small pieces of paper Kroenen planted in his

pouch.

INT. B.P.R.D. HALLWAYS - NIGHT

Under the gaze of high-security cameras, AGENT LIME rolls

Hellboy's food cart down the corridor and into the domed

intersection. He whistles a happy tune. Opens the high

security door.

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