Hellboy

The year is 517 A.D.,

known as the Dark Ages

and for fucking good reason.

An endless war between the armies of man

and the creatures of darkness

has raged across Britain.

And in retribution for man's injustices to creatures,

the immortal witch Vivienne Nimue

had spread her deadly plague

threatening to wipe mankind off the face of the Earth.

And so at Pendle Hill, beneath an ancient oak tree,

King Arthur... Yes, that King Arthur,

and his powerful wizard Merlin,

were forced to surrender to Nimue,

the Queen of Blood.

Well, well, well.

The great King Arthur comes to Pendle Hill.

However, believing man and monster

were never meant to live in harmony,

Arthur ambushed Nimue.

Betrayed by her most trusted witch, Ganeida.

No mortal weapon can harm me.

Excalibur! This is no mortal weapon.

Pissed off,

Nimue unleashed her deadly plague.

No!

With one swing

of his legendary sword,

But even that wasn't enough to stop her.

So he had her cut up into pieces,

each one locked in a separate casket.

This is not over. I am vengeance eternal!

No!

Sealed with a holy prayer.

Only the words from a man of God

may break this holy seal.

Arthur then ordered his bravest knights

to ride off and bury her wretched remains

in the far reaches of the land,

where no one would ever find her.

Not even the devil himself.

I mean it, son.

No drinking, no fighting, don't cause a scene.

Relax, Dad. It's not my first time in Tijuana.

Why do you think I'm telling you all this?

Ruiz is my friend. I just wanna bring him back.

Agent Ruiz is not your friend.

He's someone you get drunk with.

Three weeks ago, we sent Ruiz

to investigate a nest of vampires.

We haven't heard from him since.

I'm on it.

A reliable source told me where I can find him.

Call me when you have him.

I'm not going to call you.

Just call me! It's a simple extraction.

Get Ruiz out of there and bid adios

without making a big mess. Again.

I got this, Dad!

You know me, I have a gentle touch.

Ah, shit! Not again.

Camazotz! Camazotz! Camazotz!

Camazotz! Camazotz! Camazotz!

Uh...

Ruiz! Esteban, is that you?

Camazotz! Camazotz! Camazotz! Camazotz!

What's up with the Camazotz crap, huh?

The B.P.R.D. sends you down here,

investigate a nest of vampires

and you went silent about three weeks ago.

I miss you, man.

Come on, I'm here to bring you back in.

Come on, buddy, let's go.

So come on, bring me in.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Hey, what happened to you, man?

What's with the get-up, huh?

Training? Training for what?

To kill you!

Okay. Hang on to that for me.

You look good in purple.

Ouch!

It's been a lot of fun.

Can we get out of here?

What did they do to you?

Ruiz! Let's have a drink and talk about this!

You're a good agent!

Buddy, come on. Come on, don't you remember?

Backyards? Drinking beers on the porch?

We used to play guitar, man!

You'd play all that hippy acoustic crap

and I'd play real music.

To hell with this!

Hey, I'm sorry, man.

Are you okay?

Come on, I don't wanna hurt you, partner.

I know you're in there somewhere. Talk to me.

You play the hero,

but I really know what is under your mask.

Oh, yeah? Is that so? Let's see what's under yours.

Ruiz! Stop this!

No! No!

Ruiz.

I know you... Anung un Rama.

Your heart beats with rage.

I know which side you'll choose at the end.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean... I...

That's okay, little guy.

You're just doing what you're doing.

I'm not judging.

Hellboy.

No, it's Josh.

People confuse us all the time.

Come on, we gotta go.

How did you find me?

Twitter. You don't exactly blend.

Look, sorry about Ruiz, but we gotta take you back.

You can try!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on, big guy. Easy.

We're just following orders.

He wants you back.

The old man sent you?

All he told us is its important.

We need to go.

They're buying.

Details are still emerging

with regard to the tragic events in Mexico.

There's very little information

known about Hellboy

or the secretive agency that apparently he works for.

[REPORTER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

You missed a spot. May I?

Hey, Dad.

My father used to say

shaving was the most important part of a day.

Separated the gentlemen from the Philistines.

It takes a real man to hold a blade

against his own throat every day

and not cut the jugular.

Grandpa Bruttenholm,

he was all teddy bears and rainbows.

He was an unrepentant asshole, but he taught me how to shave.

Like father, like son.

Drowning in tequila for three weeks

may temporarily numb the pain.

All it ever really does is

exacerbate your sorrows and the state of your liver.

I know you're upset about Agent Ruiz,

but it's part of the job.

Everyone here knows that.

Job didn't kill him, I did.

And I buried him 16 feet under the earth

right by the chapel of the Virgin Guadalupe,

just to make it proper.

He had become unholy, a vampyre,

a creature of darkness beyond salvation.

A creature of darkness beyond salvation?

You mean, we don't all just deserve a little

gentle horn shave every now and then?

You're different. You always have been.

If my face could talk, it would disagree with you.

I think it's a beautiful face.

The end is coming. The end of what?

I don't know. Those were Ruiz's last words.

That and something about Anung nun...