Hellboy Page #2

The Americans fan out, unseen.

Broom and Whitman dive into a ditch barely in time to avoid

a German foot patrol.

Other GI's take up positions below a machine gun nest.

EXT. ABBEY RUINS - ALTAR AREA - NIGHT

Grigory walks to the top of the altar, cables trailing behind

him.

GRIGORI:

Tonight, We will open a portal and

awaken the OGDRU JAHAD: The seven

Gods of chaos.

(beat)

Our enemies will be destroyed. In an

instant, all impurity in this world

will be razed and from the ashes a

new eden will arise.

He looks down at the machine and whispers --

GRIGORY:

Ragnarok, Anung Ia Anung.

He flexes his fingers and in response --

-- the two metal rings swing around the machine's central

axis. TCHINK!!! WHIRRR!!! STEAM escapes from the ducts and

pipes. An invisible blast of energy forces the falling rain

to swerve momentarily away from Grigory's body.

Ilsa signals TWO NAZI SCIENTISTS standing at a control panel.

ILSA:

More Power!! Don't let the level

drop!!

One of them inserts a 20 inch SOLID GOLD CYLINDER into the

machine. Two openings remain vacant next to it.

A blade of light opens in the air!

Burning symbols slash the air, like living serpents of fire.

EXT. COSMIC SLIT - NIGHT

The edges of the cosmic slit sizzle with color; an ALIEN

GALAXY sparkles on the other side. Suddenly, a work light

tears loose and flies in.

EXT. COSMIC SLIT - FROM THE OTHER SIDE - NIGHT

The six-foot work light tumbles by the massive OGDRU JAHAD:

seven egg-like monoliths of unholy origin.

Within their translucent walls, horrible creatures lie

slumbering. As the light sweeps by, one of the giants opens

a filmy eye, and then another, and another, and another...

Fleshy tentacles move lazily within their crystalline prison.

EXT. ABBEY RUINS - ALTAR AREA - NIGHT

Grigory screams as his body rises. Veins swell in his neck,

his face distorted by ecstasy and pain.

CLICK. Someone shoots a photograph.

EXT. RUINS - IN THE UNDERBRUSH - NIGHT

It's Matlin, snapping for all he's worth. Whitman pulls him

down and pulls out a large bayonet blade.

WHITMAN:

Listen to me, you moron: you do that

again, I'll carve you a new --

Too late. One of the NAZI SCIENTIST has heard them.

EXT. RUINS, IN THE UNDERBRUSH - NIGHT

The Nazi SCIENTIST approaches. Pauses next to the box with

the GOLD CYLINDERS.

BROOM:

(fierce whisper, to

WHITMAN)

Listen to me!!! The portal is open!!!

We have to stop them!!!

EXT. ABBEY RUINS - ALTAR AREA - NIGHT

Grigory dangles like a marionette in a new surge of energy.

Even the skeptical Von Krupt is in thrall.

The NAZI SCIENTIST reaches for a second GOLD CYLINDER. But

something else lands next to him: A GRENADE!!!

The explosion blows him to pieces. In a few seconds, the

squad of Allies storms the area.

A hail of bullets cuts down a dozen Nazis. The Allies overrun

the machine gun nest as grenades explode everywhere.

VON KRUPT shoots wildly, hitting Broom in the leg. But

Whitman's bullets rip into the old Nazi's chest.

Leaving a trail of blood, Broom crawls to a dead G.I. and

grabs a grenade from his belt.

TCHKKK!!! Kroenen extends two gleaming blades from twin steel

bands on his wrists and takes on an entire group of soldiers,

mowing through them with swords spinning like deadly rotors.

The steel chops clean through their weapons.

Broom pulls the pin and throws the grenade at the generator.

CLICK-CLACK!! It wedges itself between two moving tie rods.

Kroenen squeals and -- retracting his blades -- lunges after

it. The gyrating rails slice through his leather jacket. As

his fingers reach the grenade, it EXPLODES!!!

Kroenen flies through the air, hitting a stone wall, where

two long pieces of shrapnel pin him like an insect.

Another rail plunges -- FFFFT!!, like a javelin -- into the

earth right next to MATLIN.

ILSA:

Grigory!

EXT. ABBEY RUINS - ALTAR AREA - NIGHT

Grigory's face is distorted, pulled like ectoplasmic taffy,

his body contorting and breaking. The cosmic portal suddenly

implodes! Nothing is left but a few burnt rails and the metal

glove, empty and smoking.

As the Allies approach, the fighting rages on.

Grigory and Ilsa are gone. And for now, so is Kroenen.

Embedded in the wall where he was pinned, two bloody rails,

nothing more.

OMIT:

EXT. INSIDE THE CHURCH - NIGHT

Allied SOLDIERS penetrate the ruins. Matlin helps Broom up.

MATLIN:

It's almost over!!

BROOM:

No. It's not.

He picks up a sample of white, viscous goo from the outer

rings of the smoking machine. Whitman approaches.

BROOM:

Cordon off the area. Something came

through.

WHITMAN:

From where??!!

Broom glances at a 13th century FRESCO depicting heaven and

hell.

EXT. INSIDE CHURCH RUINS - NIGHT

Still raining. A group of soldiers spreads out, using

flashlights to scour through the rubble. Every one of them

has a rosary hanging from the bayonet.

OMIT:

EXT. INSIDE CHAPEL RUINS - NIGHT

Broom hastily bandages his bleeding leg. Matlin and Whitman

roam over the debris. Rain POURS through the broken roof.

MATLIN:

Do you believe in hell?

BROOM:

There is a place -- a dark place

where evil slumbers and awaits to

return. From there it infects our

dreams. Our thoughts. Grigory gave

us a glance tonight --

MATLIN:

Grigory -- That's Russian, right?

(Broom nods)

Thought they were on our side...

BROOM:

Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin --

MATLIN:

C'mon -- Rasputin??

BROOM:

Spiritual advisor to the Romanovs.

(beat)

In 1916, at a dinner in his honor,

he was poisoned, shot, stabbed,

clubbed, drowned and castrated.

MATLIN:

That makes him more than a hundred --

A rustling sound reaches their ears. Matlin readies a handgun

as Broom scans the walls with his flashlight. Something moves,

accompanied by a loud scrape.

Matlin c*cks his pistol and nervously approaches a crumbling

statue. SCREEEECH!!!! A RED THING jumps into the air!!

Instinctively, Matlin shoots at it.

The RED THING leaps from arch to arch, followed by a trail

of bullet hits. Whitman and other soldiers join them --

MATLIN:

(to Broom)

What the hell was that? An ape?

BROOM:

No. It was red. Bright red.

WHITMAN:

What are you two talking about??

MATLIN:

A red ape.

BROOM:

It's-not-an-ape --

They hear the labored breathing of a living creature.

MATLIN:

It's got a big stone -- in its hand --

BROOM:

I think that is its hand.

Hissing, the thing cowers between a gargoyle and a stone

saint.

WHITMAN points his gun at the scarlet shape above. Broom

stops him from firing.

BROOM:

Wait --

In deep shadow, the RED THING observes with bright, golden

eyes veined with streaks of burnt sienna.

Broom slowly fishes a BABY RUTH candy bar from his pocket.

Peeling back the wrapper, he slowly waves the candy. The RED

THING shrinks back.

Broom bites into the candy and chews, noisily smacking his

lips. Offers the candy again. This time, out of the dark

comes a small FACE, not very different from the stone demons

around it.

The creature extends its right arm: it's solid stone with

tiny runes engraved around the thick, cylindrical wrist.

Four articulated stone fingers wiggle, reaching for the

chocolate.

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