Hellboy Page #5

MYERS:

Who?!

Clay points at a torn comic book: HELLBOY, THE UNCANNY. Myers

picks it up, looks at the cover: it shows Hellboy -- in a

U.S. Uniform, fighting a monstrous ape.

Myers watches, amazed, as a bright red TAIL waves in and out

of a pool of light about ten feet away. One of the cats

playfully paws at it.

MYERS:

(sotto voce)

You're kidding --

HELLBOY:

Those comics -- They never got the

eyes right.

The voice is a deep baritone, chesty and powerful.

MYERS:

(to Clay, sotto voce)

Oh, Jesus!! Hellboy -- ?? Is real --

CLAY:

(sotto voce)

Yup. Sixty years old by our count.

But he doesn't age like we do --

think dog years:
He's barely out of

his teens.

Myers gasps, seeing a monumental figure in the shadows,

exercising with a 300 lb. Stainless steel DUMBBELL. Crimson

biceps like cooked hams. Chomping an unlit CIGAR stub.

HELLBOY:

What's with the hair, Clay?? Finally

got those implants??

Agent Clay blushes as he hides his scalp.

CLAY:

It'll fill in. Where do you want

your dinner, Red? By the couch?

On a nearby pile of junked TV sets, a loop of Fleischer

cartoons and home movies cycles endlessly. One subject appears

over and over:
an ATTRACTIVE YOUNG WOMAN with a pale face

and raven-black hair.

HELLBOY:

Who's the squirt?

CLAY:

Agent Myers is your new liaison.

HELLBOY:

Got tired of me?

CLAY:

Nah. I'll be around, Red, just back

in the field.

BANG!!! Hellboy lets the dumbbell drop. Instinctively, Myers

jumps.

HELLBOY:

I don't want him.

CLAY:

Manning says I'm too soft on you --

(sotto voce, nudging

Myers)

The candy. Give him the candy.

Myers remembers he's holding the Baby Ruths.

MYERS:

Oh. Uh. Hello. I -- I have these.

For you.

HELLBOY:

(realizing)

Father's back?

(Clay nods)

Still angry?

CLAY:

Well, you did break out --

HELLBOY:

I wanted to see her.

(grunts)

It's nobody's business.

CLAY:

It is. You got yourself on TV again.

HELLBOY:

"Myers", huh? You have a first name??

CLAY:

(sotto to Myers)

Try not to stare. He hates when people

stare.

MYERS:

Uh-oh -- John.

(sotto)

Staring at what?

CLAY:

His horns. He files 'em. To "fit

in."

MYERS:

His what??!!

Hellboy finally enters the light. He's awe-inspiring, with

chiseled features, patterned red skin and deep-set golden

eyes. Involuntarily, Myers recoils.

In spite of himself, Myers is staring at the horn stumps.

HELLBOY:

Whatcha looking at, John??

MYERS:

Oh-n-no -- I --

An ALARM sounds, and a red light blinks on the wall. Myers

looks around, bewildered.

HELLBOY:

(to Clay)

Hey, hey, hey. They're playing our

song.

CLAY:

We're on the move.

HELLBOY:

(to Myers)

C'mon, Champ! Happy Halloween!!!

You're taking me for a walk!

CUT TO:

EXT. MACHEN LIBRARY - NIGHT

An imposing four-story structure, all pillars and pediments.

A HALLOWEEN BANNER advertises: MAGICK: THE ANCIENT POWER.

Super:
THE MACHEN LIBRARY, MANHATTAN

Chaos near the entrance: policemen, TV reporters, MOUNTED

POLICE.

Loud protests from the reporters as a line of black sedan

cars are waved through.

BLONDE REPORTER:

The NYPD has yet to issue a statement.

We've got SWAT vans, paramedics, you

name it... and now here's -- a

garbage truck --

(double take)

-- a garbage truck?

Trailing behind the cars, a GARBAGE TRUCK. On its side a

mirrored sign reads: SQUEAKY CLEAN INC. Waste Management

Services.

INT./EXT. GARBAGE TRUCK - LIBRARY STREET ENTRANCE - NIGHT

AN AGENT is driving the truck, with MYERS at his side.

EXT. MACHEN LIBRARY - STREET ENTRANCE - NIGHT

The crowd parts like the Red Sea for the garbage truck. Dozens

of faces are reflected in the truck's mirrored logo. A MOUNTED

POLICEMAN rides past the mirrored sides of the truck.

INT./EXT. GARBAGE TRUCK LAB - LIBRARY CROWD - NIGHT

The MOUNTED POLICEMAN is visible as he rides by. The mirrors

are see-through. The back of the truck is a fully-equipped

crime lab, crammed with hi-tech gear and low-tech talismans.

ABE fits a respirator over his face. It looks like a

mechanized Elizabethan collar. Valves bubble and hiss as he

inhales liquid through his mouth and out his gills.

Hellboy looks out onto the CROWD.

HELLBOY:

Look at them ugly suckers, Blue. One

sheet of glass between them and us.

ABE:

Story of my life.

HELLBOY:

I break it, they see us, Happy

Halloween. No more hiding.

(nostalgic)

Outside. I could be outside --

ABE:

You mean, outside... with her.

Hellboy straps on a huge utility belt heavy with amulets,

rosaries, horseshoes. From an ashtray he grabs a handful of

stogie stubs. Lights one, puts the rest in a pouch.

HELLBOY:

Don't get psychic with me.

ABE:

Nothing psychic about it. You're

easy.

Hellboy unlocks a STEEL BOX (STENCILED ON ITS LID: "THE GOOD

SAMARITAN") and extracts the meanest-looking, custom-built,

double-barrel, blue-finished, handgun ever made. A veritable

cannon.

HELLBOY:

How am I ever gonna get a girl?? I

drive around in a garbage truck

ABE:

Liz left us, Red. Take the hint.

HELLBOY:

(hefting the gun)

We don't take hints.

EXT. COURTYARD / LOADING DOCK MACHEN LIBRARY - NIGHT

The GARBAGE TRUCK pulls into an interior courtyard and stops.

FBI/BPRD teams spread through the area, expelling uniformed

cops and securing the doors.

THREE AGENTS -- QUARRY, STONE and MOSS -- close a gate,

sealing off the area.

STONE:

All areas secured.

From a nearby roof, Agent Lime signals all clear.

CLAY:

(into a handheld radio)

Seal the doors. Red and Blue are

coming in.

The truck stops, Clay pulls a lever. Myers watches as the

dumpster loader hinges down like a drawbridge, revealing

HELLBOY and ABE.

CLAY:

Okay, boys, let's synch up our

locators.

Abe, Clay and Hellboy activate lights on their belts. They

BEEP and blink. Hellboy starts walking.

OMIT:

INT. MACHEN LIBRARY, MAIN LOBBY - NIGHT

As BPRD agents clear the area, Clay, Myers, Abe and Hellboy

march through the main lobby. On view, various display cases.

Two BANNERS flank the marble staircase.

CLAY:

(reading a report)

At nineteen hundred hours an alarm

tripped. B&E. Robbery. Six guards

dead --

HELLBOY:

Hold on -- hold on -- I thought we

checked this place. Fakes, and

reproductions.

BROOM:

Apparently not everything was fake.

Broom stands at the base of the marble staircase.

HELLBOY:

(surprised to see him)

Father...?

Myers observes as the red Goliath sheepishly averts his gaze

from that of the fragile old man.

INT. MAIN CORRIDOR / MACHEN LIBRARY (SET) - NIGHT

They approach an oversize set of brass doors.

Abe removes a leather glove from his hand. FWAP!! he spreads

his webbed fingers on the door. He closes his three eyelids

and concentrates.

Two agents arrive with a rolling munitions case. Myers

observes as Hellboy opens it and looks over a potpourri of

bullets of all colors and shapes.

BROOM:

A 16th century statue was destroyed.

Saint Dionysius the Aeropagite.

HELLBOY:

Who wards off demons.

BROOM:

Smuggled into this country by an

overzealous curator. The statue,

however, was hollow --

HELLBOY:

Reliquary --

BROOM:

A prison. The Vatican deemed its

contents dangerous enough to include

it on the List of Avignon. Of which

we hold a copy.

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