Hellboy Animated: Blood and Iron

In 1944, a demon was summoned to the earth to wage war,

but the child of hell was rescued by good men who taught him honor,

kindness, and a sense of right.

The scientists and researchers that gathered around the boy

became the bureau for paranormal research and defense,

an international organization that protects the world

from occult and supernatural threats.

There are things that go bump in the night.

We're the ones who bump back.

Can this be him?

The one I have waited centuries to see?

How strange.

So far from his path that I barely see the promise of glory.

Can this be him?

This hellboy?

Oh, crap.

Is something wrong?

No. Yeah.

I'm standing up to my butt in crap. That's what's wrong.

- Where are you? - I don't know. I got all turned around.

It's like a damn maze down here.

A maze of crap.

Isn't that why we're here?

Company.

Crap.

Don't suppose this will work.

No, but it'll piss him off.

Go wide.

I'll have to remember that trick.

I'm guessing that's important.

No. I've got it.

Uh...

Hmm.

So who do you think this is?

Not Hephaestus, surely. Daedalus?

He designed the labyrinth.

Don't care.

Hey, Liz. You can tell the professor he was right.

We took care of it.

You can tell him in the morning.

He's already in bed.

All right. See ya soon.

Who are these mortals who would have you turn your back on your own kind?

Who?

Professor. Professor broom.

You think she's here.

Somewhere close.

They both are.

- Father? - I am all right.

Your fiancée, she could still be alive.

But there's not much time before...

What?

- Blood. - Fresh blood.

Father, we will need you.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Anna.

No. No. Anna.

No.

Not my Anna.

My sweet Anna.

Father, will you help?

No. No.

I... I can't.

Yes.

If it will bring her peace.

We still have to find her.

Then assist me with this.

Empty.

Where is he?

Erzsebet ondrushko.

Wait. Stay together.

Stop. We mustn't panic.

Please, stay together.

- We have to get out. - No!

Run, professor!

No!

You brought the others, yet you did not flee with them.

Something to calm your nerves?

Holy water.

My face.

You... you've stolen my beauty.

Missed you at breakfast.

I just... overslept.

Okay. See you at the briefing.

No. No, no. They were in Pakistan.

I'm sure of it. How could I forget?

We found them after dealing with that sand demon thing.

Or was it the andes?

Actually, I believe it was in tangiers.

Boy, can't wait until I see a little action.

Careful. I connect it with the ghouls under sidi qasim.

Really? I remember webs.

Lots of webs.

You're both wrong. They were in Budapest.

Of course.

- After the run-in with... - That thing.

In the choir loft.

With the arms.

Yeah. Oh, god.

What was the name of that place?

- The... the... - The monkey paw.

Yes, the monkey paw.

Yep. That's where we found 'em.

Found what?

The best pastries on earth.

Excellent. The very best.

Yeah.

These... this is crap.

Hi, guys.

Good morning, everyone.

Professor broom.

Professor corrigan and I have just a few assignments to... assign,

and then we can all get on with our day.

How's that sound?

Coffee's cold.

Oh! Hot!

You'd think he'd learn.

Yeah. You'd think.

All right then. Let's get started.

Hellboy, you're going to Tibet.

You'll team up with Mr. Clark.

Now, the trung ram monastery. Yeah.

Reputedly built from the bones of 9,000 monks.

It was dismantled and burned by the mongols in the 13th century.

800 years.

Now it's back.

Is it just me, or could we use a nice, big conference table?

It's just you.

Miss sherman, Mr. sapien, you'll be going to British Columbia.

Ogopogo has been cited again in lake okanagan.

This time it's evidently flipped a couple of houseboats.

Think I'm being type-cast.

Aren't we all?

Professor broom?

Thank you.

All right, we've got one more for this morning.

Small thing. A favor, really.

A friend of the bureau has requested an investigation.

An old house in the Hamptons has just been purchased by Oliver trumboldt.

Trumboldt? The hotel and casino guy?

Yes, he wants to open it as a resort.

And... says it's haunted.

Oh, god.

Can you say, "publicity stunt"?

A waste of time.

Look, trumboldt is a good friend of senator langsford,

and the senator has his hands in the bprd budget,

so no haunted house investigation,

no more doughnuts.

No more research equipment.

- No more... - Give it to the new kid.

- Mr. leach. - Thanks.

Excuse me, but I think it would be wise

to have hellboy handle the Hampton house.

Right. The senator would love having a top agent like hellboy make an appearance.

Mm. Top agent.

But it's more manpower than the assignment requires,

and, well, we need hellboy in Tibet with Mr. Clark.

And the 9,000 dead monks and...

Liz and Abraham should go too.

What about me? Maybe I should go.

No, that won't be necessary.

It's more manpower than... You see, it's just a political favor.

Oh, for god's sake. It's a publicity stunt for crying out loud.

I have a hunch.

Oh, a hunch? Oh, well, sure, go.

We'll just post a "no swimming" sign on lake okanagan.

Yeah. Hey, everybody go.

We can wait another 800 years for the bones to reappear at Tibet.

Or I could take a team to Tibet without hellboy.

Waller's back from Jakarta.

Fine. Just draw straws for who goes where.

Wonderful idea.

The element of chance will let fate take a hand.

Now, let's get started.

I just have to round up a few things.

We should leave within the hour.

We?

I mean, what's it been? Six, seven years?

More like 15.

I'm just sayin...

Long time between missions. I don't know.

Well, you don't have to. It's his decision.

But we're just gonna have to watch him.

Uh, watch your step, sir.

Hellboy, I'm fine. You needn't worry.

- Here you go, professor. - Thank you, Abraham.

It's a trifle heavy.

A few special tools. Just in case.

So, heard trumboldt inherited his money.

Guess if you're gonna inherit something, might as well be money.

Miss sherman, you mind if I take a look at the assignment folder?

- Call me Liz. - Call me Abe.

Call me... Only if you really need me.

Don't mind him. He gets crabbier every year.

And he's older than he looks, so that's a lot of crabbiness.

Somebody have garlic for lunch?

Don't look at me. Now, about the case.

There might be something here.

I've done a little research.