Hellboy Page #9

LIZ:

Back so soon?

Visible in the branches, a leg and part of Hellboy's overcoat.

His tail emerges, dangling the six-pack.

HELLBOY:

Uh, I brought beer.

Liz shoots a Polaroid.

LIZ:

To wash down my lithium pills?

(beat)

I may get a few perks, H.B. But I'm

still a patient.

Shyly, he climbs out from the bush. She sees the bloody arm.

LIZ:

You better have that looked at.

HELLBOY:

Just a scratch.

(shrug)

I wanted to see you.

Liz sighs.

EXT. BELLAMIE MENTAL HOSPITAL - GARDEN AREA- NIGHT

Hellboy's sitting on a bench, next to Liz.

HELLBOY:

We miss you at the Bureau. Abe's

crazier every day. And Father's still

mad at me --

(Liz smiles)

Come back, Liz. Come back. I --

LIZ:

No. Not this time, H.B. It's been

months since I've had an episode.

And you know what? I'm learning to

control it.

Around her right hand a faint BLUE AURA of fire blooms,

crawling over her fingers like a velvet haze. She stares at

the pale flame.

LIZ:

I'm learning where it comes from.

(beat)

And for once in my life I'm not

afraid.

She clenches her fist and puts the flame out.

LIZ:

Looks like your ride is here.

The garbage truck and the two black sedan cars have pulled

into the hospital grounds. A dozen agents climb out of the

vehicles.

HELLBOY:

The Nanny Squad.

ANGLE - THE CARS - CONTINUOUS

Clay starts towards Hellboy, but Myers stops him and turns

to Broom:

MYERS:

Sir, may I go first??

CLAY:

(to Broom)

Not so fast. He barely knows him --

BROOM:

(cuts him off)

Then he should make it his business

to change that.

ANGLE - THE BENCH - CONTINUOUS

Liz stands up, puts her hand on his shoulder.

LIZ:

Listen, H.B. I've got a chance out

here. If you truly care about me,

don't come back anymore.

Hellboy smiles sadly. She walks away.

HELLBOY:

Goodnight, then.

LIZ:

Goodnight.

She doesn't turn back.

HELLBOY:

Yeah, I gotta go, too. Lots to do --

Feeling light-headed, he stands up. On the bench and at his

feet, a pool of his own blood.

He sees Myers tentatively approaching.

HELLBOY:

What took you so long?

MYERS:

C'mon, time to go home. Tape you up.

HELLBOY:

What are you, a Boy Scout?

MYERS:

No. I never was.

HELLBOY:

(weak)

Could've fooled me. Go away.

Hellboy drops to his knees. Clay, Quarry and Moss reach him.

Help him up.

CLAY:

C'mon, champ. You look a little woozy,

there.

HELLBOY:

This -- ? This is nothing. You know

what'll kill me?

(points at the doorway)

Her.

Liz stands at the hospital door and sees Hellboy keel over.

A few of the agents help him to the vehicles.

Myers looks back at Liz. They hold each others' gaze, their

unfamiliar faces filled with curiosity. Eventually, she goes

inside.

OMIT:

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

In the depths of the B.P.R.D infirmary, Hellboy lies flat on

a stainless steel table. Broom sits alongside him.

Abe peers through a magnifier at Hellboy's wounded arm.

ABE:

You were burned by some organic acid.

HELLBOY:

I'm lucky that way.

Using a scalpel, Abe probes the gash. Hellboy lets out a

GRUNT.

BROOM:

Son. About Rasputin --

HELLBOY:

Don't worry. I'll get him soon enough --

BROOM:

Listen to me. This time is different.

There's more at stake than ever

before.

HELLBOY:

How hard can it be? I punched the

crap out of that thing that he sent --

ouch!!

BROOM:

I worry about you.

HELLBOY:

Me?? C'mon --

BROOM:

Well, I won't be around forever, you

know?

HELLBOY:

Oh, stop that --

(grimaces in pain)

Damn! Be careful, there --

ABE:

Red. How long was it latched onto

you?

HELLBOY:

I dunno, maybe five seconds -- ow!

MYERS:

You want me to hold him down?

HELLBOY:

(snickers)

That's right, Stud, hold me down.

ABE:

Professor...

Broom moves to Abe's side of the table. Abe is poking at the

depths of the wound.

BROOM:

(sharp, to Hellboy)

Don't look! Turn around.

HELLBOY:

Is it bad?

Broom comes closer, eyes wide: inside the wound on Hellboy's

forearm, nestled like ticks, are 3 translucent EGGS.

Hellboy jumps as Abe plucks the first one out. Abe deposits

it in a glass container.

ABE:

Touched you five seconds. Laid three

eggs.

HELLBOY:

Didn't even buy me a drink.

INT. MEDICAL BAY. EXAMINATION TABLE - LATER

The computer beeps having finished an analysis. On a monitor,

an enlarged color image of one of the throbbing eggs.

ABE:

The eggs are very sensitive to heat

and light. They need a humid, dark

environment to breed.

Abe picks up an egg with a pair of tweezers, passes it on to

Hellboy, who sports a bandage on his arm.

MYERS:

Down there. Did you ever loose track

of him?

HELLBOY:

Well, let's see -- there was that

moment, when I had a train on top of

my head --

Broom frowns, worried.

BROOM:

(to Hellboy)

We can't risk it: You'll go back to

the tracks tomorrow with a group of

agents, search the area, top to

bottom.

Myers observes, repelled, as inside the egg a small foetal

THING wiggles.

INT. BROOM�S OFFICE - NIGHT

Myers stands by Broom's desk as the old man places a new set

of books on the reading stands in front of the fish tank.

MYERS:

I'm in way over my head, I know that

much.

BROOM:

You're doing fine.

At the last book stand, Broom glances at Abe, who is sitting

in the shadows near the door.

MYERS:

No, I'm not. He respects Clay. Not

me. I don't know why you chose me,

Sir. But I'm not qualified.

Discouraged, Myers heads for the door.

BROOM:

(very quiet)

I'm dying Agent Myers.

Shocked, Myers looks over at Broom.

BROOM:

And as a father, I worry about him.

(directly to Myers)

In medieval stories, Agent Myers,

there's often a young knight,

inexperienced but pure of heart...

MYERS:

Oh, please. I'm not "pure of heart."

ABE:

Yes, you are.

BROOM:

What I ask from you is -- Have the

courage to stand by his side after

I'm gone. Help him find himself. Who

he must be.

(beat)

He was born a Demon... You will help

him become a man.

OMIT:

INT. B.R.P.D. ARCHIVE / CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT

Dozens of HELLBOY clippings flash by: tabloid headlines along

with intimate images of Hellboy as a KID. H.B. at 7, at 12,

dressed as a human for Halloween, Broom by his side.

Myers works at a computer workstation.

He brings up a small photograph in an old issue of The

Enquirer. The headline: "ARSON SUSPECT NOW WORKING FOR SECRET

GOVERNMENT AGENCY" There's a photo of a woman, taken with a

telephoto lens.

Another clipping: young LIZ, 11, and a photo of a tenement

building burned to the ground: TRAGIC EXPLOSION.

A QUICKTIME interview pops up. LIZ, in her early twenties. A

caption reads:
ELIZABETH SHERMAN, first interview, BPRD,

PYROKINETIC. She has a POLAROID camera in her hands. Shoots

one at the lens.

LIZ:

I don't like the term "firestarter."

I just don't. And "Pyrokinesis" sounds

like psychosis or something. I dunno --

maybe that's right. Not being able

to let go --

(shrug)

Scary. Sometimes you hear so-and-so

lost control and just exploded.

(beat)

They're lucky it isn't true.

(looks at the camera)

With me -- it is.

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