ALICE MONAGHAN: He looks nice.
INNKEEPER: Oh, but
he was troubled.
You see, he had two great aunts,
Mary and Elizabeth
Washbrook, who, in 1878, took
money from some foreign power
to try to kill Queen Victoria
with witchcraft.
WITCHES: By the names and signs
of evil angels, Puziel,
Guziel, Psdiel, Priziel.
INNKEEPER: And all of his
relatives since, one way or
another, had been bad.
So he went off to
France to prove
that he could be otherwise.
Even if it only meant to die
young for his country.
But he didn't die.
He should have, but--
as he used to tell it-- a women
appeared to him there in
the trenches, even as the blood
was draining out of him
from a dozen ragged holes.
He drank from that cup.
And, though it should have been
impossible, he got well.
And he came home.
And then, for a year or more,
he simply wandered from
Plymouth to the Western
Highlands,
Blackpool to Southwold.
One end of Britain to the
other, and back again.
And he used to say it was as
though he was seeing all for
the first time.
And a great weight was
lifted off him.
One day, he found this old place
and bought it and was
content a long time to draw
pints and tell his tales.
GEORGE WASHBROOK: A lady in
white with a gold cup.
MAN IN TAVERN: Eh, pull
the other one.
INNKEEPER: He grew old.
He outlived a wife, children,
all his friends.
And as his years piled
on him, he got a
sense that he was waiting.
ALICE MONAGHAN: Waiting
for what?
INNKEEPER: For something he
felt was coming to him.
ALICE MONAGHAN: What
about Hellboy?
He told me to get rid of it.
Throw it in a pond.
INNKEEPER: It was put in your
keeping for a reason.
It's for you to decide what's
to be done with it.
HELLBOY: I think this
suits me better.
ALICE MONAGHAN: Oh my god.
HELLBOY: Nimue.
NIMUE: Not anymore.
HELLBOY: Guess I don't really
care who you are.
NIMUE: Ah!
But you do know me.
Rasputin tried to set me free
the day you were born.
He failed.
But I forgave him.
I held him close and guided his
hand, and when he tried
again, he cracked the
wall of my prison.
Through that gap I've stretched
my long arm back
into the world.
I cast my shadow over all.
No light, no hope.
And finally, Nimue's madness and
lust for power drew me out
like a serpent to nest
in her black heart.
And now, all that was mine
in the beginning
will be mine again.
HELLBOY: Son of a bitch!
NIMUE: Hellboy, whatever you
are, whatever you were meant
to be, you've come too late.
Listen.
Listen!
The dragon commands!
