Hellboy Page #4
ILSA:
Grigory!
EXT. ABBEY RUINS - ALTAR AREA - NIGHT
Grigory's face is distorted, pulled like ectoplasmic taffy,
his body contorting and breaking. The cosmic portal suddenly
implodes! Nothing is left but a few burnt rails and the metal
glove, empty and smoking.
As the Allies approach, the fighting rages on.
Grigory and Ilsa are gone. And for now, so is Kroenen.
Embedded in the wall where he was pinned, two bloody rails,
nothing more.
OMIT:
EXT. INSIDE THE CHURCH - NIGHT
Allied SOLDIERS penetrate the ruins. Matlin helps Broom up.
MATLIN:
It's almost over!!
BROOM:
No. It's not.
He picks up a sample of white, viscous goo from the outer
rings of the smoking machine. Whitman approaches.
BROOM:
Cordon off the area. Something came
through.
WHITMAN:
From where??!!
Broom glances at a 13th century FRESCO depicting heaven and
hell.
EXT. INSIDE CHURCH RUINS - NIGHT
Still raining. A group of soldiers spreads out, using
flashlights to scour through the rubble. Every one of them
has a rosary hanging from the bayonet.
OMIT:
EXT. INSIDE CHAPEL RUINS - NIGHT
Broom hastily bandages his bleeding leg. Matlin and Whitman
roam over the debris. Rain POURS through the broken roof.
MATLIN:
Do you believe in hell?
BROOM:
There is a place -- a dark place
where evil slumbers and awaits to
return. From there it infects our
dreams. Our thoughts. Grigory gave
MATLIN:
Grigory -- That's Russian, right?
(Broom nods)
Thought they were on our side...
BROOM:
Grigory Yefimovich Rasputin --
MATLIN:
C'mon -- Rasputin??
BROOM:
Spiritual advisor to the Romanovs.
(beat)
In 1916, at a dinner in his honor,
he was poisoned, shot, stabbed,
clubbed, drowned and castrated.
MATLIN:
That makes him more than a hundred --
A rustling sound reaches their ears. Matlin readies a handgun
as Broom scans the walls with his flashlight. Something moves,
accompanied by a loud scrape.
Matlin c*cks his pistol and nervously approaches a crumbling
statue. SCREEEECH!!!! A RED THING jumps into the air!!
Instinctively, Matlin shoots at it.
The RED THING leaps from arch to arch, followed by a trail
of bullet hits. Whitman and other soldiers join them --
MATLIN:
(to Broom)
What the hell was that? An ape?
BROOM:
No. It was red. Bright red.
WHITMAN:
What are you two talking about??
MATLIN:
A red ape.
BROOM:
It's-not-an-ape --
They hear the labored breathing of a living creature.
MATLIN:
It's got a big stone -- in its hand --
BROOM:
I think that is its hand.
Hissing, the thing cowers between a gargoyle and a stone
saint.
WHITMAN points his gun at the scarlet shape above. Broom
stops him from firing.
BROOM:
Wait --
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