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!