All language subtitles for Hellboy The Crooked Man jpn

[song: 'Knees Shakin' by Don Terry]

# And I looked at a mountain
and the mountain started shakin' #

# I looked at a boulder
and the boulder started breakin' #

# I looked at the ground
and the ground started shakin' #

# When I looked at you
my knees started shakin' #

# Knees a-shakin' #

[bird cawing]

[eerie music]

[train horn blares]

[suspenseful music]

[animal-like chittering]

Jo, you hear that?

No. Hear what?

[man chuckles] I thought Big Red
wasn't scared of anything.

You getting the heebie-jeebies, friend?

I am the heebie-jeebies.

Remind me why Junior G-man's
coming along for the ride?

I'm just here to make sure
that whatever's in that box,

and one pretty lady,

make another 600 miles to
Fairfield without any trouble.

So what's in the box?

Should I tell him?

[man talks indistinctly on radio]

A funnel-web spider.

Probably the most
deadly arachnid in the world.

Only this one seems to house a plausibly

demonic entity.

- You're yanking my chain, right?
- That's not the half of it.

There's all manner of bizarre
phenomena associated with this creature.

Temporal, gravitational.

I mean, things you wouldn't believe.
I barely believe it

and I've catalogued the
photographic evidence in detail.

It's been kept sedated,

in a state of sensory deprivation

until we can analyze it
in a more controlled setting.

[chittering]

Dammit, you're not hearing that?

Hellboy, are you okay?

[box clattering]

What's happening?

- [grunts]
- [music plays on radio]

Oh, my God!

[song plays on radio: 'Knees Shakin']

[spider screeches]

- Oh, my God!
- Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!

Ahh!

# Heart achin', bones a breakin' #

[screaming]

- ? I'm in love with you?
- Ahh! Ahh!

[spider screeches]

[music continues]

Ahh!

[grunts]

- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah.

Hey, lay down a sec.

[high-pitched sinister music]

Ah! Oh fuck!

[spider screeches]

[grunts]

[grunting]

Hellboy. Hellboy, look.

I like them better small.

Don't let him get away.
Don't let him get away.

- What's that?
- Ugh!

Ahh!

[grunts]

Oh, crap.

Who builds a tunnel to hell
in the middle of the woods?

It's some kind of ventilation shaft.

[bird cawing]

Coal mining country.

Appalachia.

Well, that's just swell, we lost the cargo.

After you.

[scoffs]

Come on!

[radio static]

- [man's voice on radio]
- [Hellboy chuckling]

[sinister music]

Jo?

I'm okay.

Field work, huh?

It's not much like research, is it?

I just don't get it.

The spider, what made it
go crazy like that?

Something in these hills.

Trees,

and the dirt.

Something haunted.

Evil.

This place has the stink.

I smell pine needles.

Mm-mm. Underneath that, Jo.

Madness.

Death.

Called out to Daddy Longlegs.

Woke him up.

But how do you know that?

Dark things call to dark things.

[blows]

I heard it too.

We are so screwed.

Screwed, chewed and tattooed.

We need... we need to find a phone.
We need to call this in.

[eerie music]

- [dog barks]
- [boy] Ma?

Around these parts I'm not sure
which one of us stands out more.

[boy] It's the devil come up the road.

[old woman] No, it ain't. Get!

It's that red fella from
the United Nations.

I've seen him once on
the cover of Life magazine.

[chuckles] United Nations?

Look at you

little oriental doll.

Ain't you a pretty thing?

Um,

I'm Special Agent Song, ma'am.

We've been in an accident;
do you happen to have a phone?

Sure we do.

It's in back next to the colour television

and the chicken that
shits out silver dollars,

- and the Mercedes Benz.
- All right.

May as well come inside.

Anna, tease out some water and rags,
they're all cut up and bloody.

Oh no, that's not necessary.

[eerie music]

[Hellboy] What happened to him?

[old man] He ain't moved a muscle
since I found him.

Hmm.

Anyone thought of
taking him to the doctor?

You guys have doctors, right?

Or you like him as a rug?

[old man] Truck's out.

Anyhow, ain't no doctor
gonna do him no good.

[Hellboy] Why's that?

[old woman]
'Cause he witched, that's why.

Witched?

Child didn't have no sense.

Kept teasing that Cora Fisher.

Throwing rocks at her window,
leaving dead things for her to find.

Told him he better stay away from her.
Everyone knows Cora Fisher be a witch.

You said Cora Fisher?

[old woman] Tom Ferrell. I will be damned.

Yeah. I ain't dead yet.

Never thought we'd see you
around these parts again.

[old man] How many years it been, Tom?

A spell, I reckon.

I found this on the doorstep.

Hmm.

Let's see.

Ahh.

Yeah.

Witch ball.

Yeah, I've heard of these.

Nah, better not.

[Tom] That's what made
that mark there, ma'am.

You said Cora Fisher did this?

[Hellboy] Why, you know her?

Used to.

She wasn't a witch back then.

Take off that boy's clothes and boil them,
calling out Cora Fisher's name.

If she's the one that witched him,
that'll bust the spell.

You going up there, ain't ya?

Yeah, reckon I will.

First I oughta stop by and see my mama.

Sorry, Tom.

Figured you knew.

She's, uh

she's dead?

[old woman] Long time now.

Her brother come up to fetch her.
Took her back East.

Oh, ain't that, uh...

What about my daddy, then?

[old woman] Never did see much of him.

Not once since you left.

Guess he finally drunk himself to death.

[old woman] He weren't ever much good.

Well, friends,

ma'am, I'll be on my way.

Just a second, Mr Ferrell.

Um, was it?

It's Tom.

Tom.

This witch, Cora,

you might say, uh,

this sort of thing falls under our

sphere of expertise.

- Do you mind if we come along?
- Excuse us, Tom.

Hey. What are you doing?

- Field work.
- Field work?

You're lucky to be alive.

I'm taking you back to headquarters,
where you belong,

in the library,
spilling coffee on your weird old books.

There's something going on here.

You said it yourself.

[grunts]

"This place has the stink."

Yeah, it does.

It's exactly why you shouldn't be here.

I... I need to understand it.

Okay? And not from
some weird old book, but for real.

Like you do.

Besides, are you really in such
a hurry to tell Broom we lost the cargo?

[Tom] If y'all are coming along,
you best come along.

[song: 'Dead Man's Stroll' by The Revels]

# May not believe it
but it has to be told #

# A poor soul doing
the Dead Man's Stroll #

# [hysterical laughter] #

# [hysterical laughter] #

Ohh.

[banging]

[animal-like chittering]

Who's that there?

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Oh!

Look at you,

all pie-eyed.

What you come see Grammy Oakum for?

[cawing]

Huh?

What's that?

[chittering]

Oh!

They want to know
how to make a witch ball.

Well, I'll tell you.

It's easy-peasy.

You dance around,

buck naked

calling out, "Blood of weasel",

tail a rats,

guts and bladder of a black cat,

buzzard eggs and baby's nails,

foot of toad frog,

"brain of bat."

And you put a pot to boil

and it all goes in.

Cut some hairs from your head

and your nethers,

and wrap 'em

round a gob of stuff from the pot.

Make 'em round
and a good size for throwing,

and that's that.

You people

wanna trade your souls
for some balls of poison.

Grammy Oakum says, "Go right at it."

[bird cawing]

And she'll see you

in hell.

[eerie music]

[bird cawing]

[Tom] Magazine said
they found you in a church in England.

[Hellboy] So they tell me.

[Tom] That's all right.

Everybody knows the devil
can't set foot in no church.

You know I'm not actually, uh...

The devil?

Yeah.

Oh.

No, I met that son of a bitch.

He don't look nothing like you.

Here's Cora's place.

Cora!

It's Tom!

Tom Ferrell!

[sinister music]

Cora?

Cora?

[Hellboy] You knew this girl
pretty well, huh?

[Tom] Well

we, uh, we weren't much more than kids.

We were sweethearts.

Figured we'd

always be together.

It's a long time ago, I guess.

[eerie music]

Oh, girl

what you do?

Great. Fucking witch balls.

There's more.

[Jo] Er, guys?

What do you make of this?

She must be out roaming around.

Just gotta wait for her to get back.

[insect buzzing]

[Tom] Her demon familiar, I expect.

I hate those.

[Tom] They feed on the witch
they're attached to.

[Jo] They feed off each other.

The witch, the animal.

According to the lore,
they function as symbiotic parasites.

The lore.

[chuckles] The Lore, have mercy.

[he scoffs]

My mother was a witch.

I bet they left that little detail
out of your magazine, huh, Tom?

Hmm?

I never met my mother.

Never wanted to.

In fact

everything I ever knew about witches,

I wish I didn't.

On the way up here
you mentioned you saw the devil.

[Tom] Some 15 years ago,

about a mile from this very spot,

come upon a stream, and

there she was.

No, not the devil.

Close enough.

Her name was Effie Kolb.

I knew right off

she was trouble.

I'm ashamed to say,

I forgot all about
poor old Cora Fisher after that.

You see, Effie,

she was a witch,

and she got me all twisted up,
thinking maybe I ought to be a witch, too.

And all that talk about
having power over other folks,

made it sound real good.

[Hellboy] Yeah.

So, I went out
and I got me a dead black cat.

While my Ma was out,

I boiled it on the stove top
till it went all to pieces.

Took that mess down to the creek,

to clean off the bones.

Now Effie told me whatever bone
I was holding when the devil showed up

that was gonna be my lucky bone.

So arbitrary.

I knew him right off.

I heard tales about him all my life.

Mister Onselm,

some of the old folks called him.

Most just called him the Crooked Man.

[bones cracking]

Crooked Man. Ooh!

As story goes,

Mr Onselm was one of the first
white men who came here from Europe

hundreds of years ago.

He played both sides
in the war between the states.

He came to be a very rich man.

Sounds like a real clever little fella.

How did that work out for him?

They say heaven
don't have much room for rich folks.

[choking]

They got plenty down there.

They sent him back up,

to claim souls instead of legal tender.

They say he takes a

a copper penny

for every soul he claims for the devil.

He gets enough of them,
one day he'll be rich again.

One look at old Mr Onselm scared all
them witchy thoughts right out of me.

[bones crunching]

Got lift offer home, swearing
the whole way to be good again.

I even took that lucky bone,
threw it as far as I could.

Somehow I never could be rid of it.

I was so scared when I got home,
I just kept right on running.

Guess that's how I wound up in the army.

[shells exploding]

[screams]

I come through it,

without a scratch.

It ain't because I was born lucky,

smart,

tough

quite the opposite.

It's got power in it.

Just like that old witch said.

It's got the power to hurt people.

But I never used it.

Not once.

Like I said, I never wished harm
on anybody my entire life.

But not even them boys over there
trying their damnedest to put holes in me.

You think that means
I ain't really a witch?

[rattling]

Can you hear something?

[animal sounds]

[eerie music]

[chokes]

[gasps]

Ahh!

No.

Ahh!

Ahh! Ma!

Cora.

[heavy panting]

[cries]

[Tom] I'm sorry, Cora.

- You can't see me like this, Tom.
- Shh, shh!

You just can't.

Hey, it's all right.

Hey, Cora, it's all right.

Shh, shh.

[Cora crying]

Enjoying that field work, Jo?

How do you get used to this?

[Tom] Gotta get you by the fire.

Why have you done it, Cora, huh?

I know I was a shit for brains kid
back then, but you was the smart one.

After you left, I didn't know what to do.

I took up with Nate Southby.

We married, but he died.

Our babies died.

I was all alone, Tom.

It's all right.
You just gotta rest now, okay?

- You just gotta rest.
- They're coming for me.

They're out there, Tom.
They want my soul, and they gonna have it.

Not while I'm here. Not while I'm here.

Hey, shh, shh, shh, shh.

- [glass shatters]
- [Cora whimpers]

She out there!

She out...

Shh, shh.

[Cora crying]

[animal-like chittering]

Looks like Deadsville to me.

[horse neighs]

Ohh.

[sinister music]

[Cora gasps]

Hey, you're all right.

Who's this now?

This ain't who I come to see.

Well, don't I just like the look of you.

She never did have much use
for going to church clothes.

There's my Tommy.

[Tom] She don't look a day older
than the last time I saw her.

[Hellboy] The only way
to tell how old a witch is,

you gotta cut her leg off
and count the rings.

You come back to see me, Tommy?

Hell, no, I ain't.

You know who I came to see.

Not that pitiful thing Cora Fisher, I hope.

Why, she ain't even much worth
tormenting, but I do it all the same.

[Cora crying]

How's a girl expected to pass the time?

I don't know what you ever saw
in that tragic little creature, Tommy.

Why she barely got any soul to steal.

You keep her name out of your
mouth, you wicked old whore!

[giggles] Mm!

I'm just playing.

You 'member how I like to play, Tom?

Don't you?

I know why you're here.

And he knows it, too.

He got,

let's just call it,

un-finished business with you.

I know.

I aim to finish it.

[laughs]

[Cora screams]

Jesus - Hey!

Still a wild hare with more
spunk than sense, ain't ya?

Hey, that's enough of that.

You tell your master if he wants
to get to these poor folks,

he's gonna have to go through me.

You? [Laughs]

Mister

he ain't a tiny bit afraid of you.

And Tommy,

I near forgot.

He asked me to give you a present.

[Cora] No!

'Fraid he don't look like much.

I've been riding him
pretty hard every night since you left.

Guess he pretty near wore out.

Curse you, Effie Kolb!

- [Effie laughs]
- Curse you!

This can't be real.

Radioactive, man.

[horse whinnies]

Oh...

Oh, no.

No.

[horse groaning softly]

What's happening?

What'd they do to you, Daddy? What...?

[wheezing]

Daddy. Shh, shh, shh. Daddy.

Tommy.

That's you, boy?

You... You come home.

You

come...

I'm sorry, Daddy. I...

Cora?

Is Reverend Watts still in that little
church up on the side of the mountain?

He is, but you can't go up there, Tom.

You heard Effie Kolb,

Crooked Man's waiting on ya.

Maybe he is...

Maybe that's why I came back.

Thought I'd have it
out with that old devil.

Not before I get this sinner
buried in church ground.

[insect buzzing]

Oh, my God, Cora!

Oh!

[heavy panting]

[insect buzzing]

[gasps]

Oh.

- You didn't want me to squash?
- No.

Squashing's good.

Totally approve of that.

[song: 'Did You' by Morrie
Morrison Orchestra ft Alyce Hauser]

# Did you ever really love me? #

# Did you ever really care? #

# Did you ever really miss me? #

[mumbling]

# Kiss me #

# I wonder if your heart was ever there #

[groans softly]

What?

Nothing. Shh..

Hey, try to get some Z's, okay?

Yeah, right.

[lighter clicks]

# Or did you really tell a lie #

# Did you ever really #

# Ever really care? #

[caws]

# Ever really love me? #

[chittering and woman screaming]

[woman screaming]

You want me to take him for a while?

Oh, it's my sins that done it.
He's my burden to carry.

Think of it a little different,

I think sins are just a part of who we are.

We're born with them
and we'll die with them.

You mean like a Adam and Eve kind of sin?

I mean, sins you can't shake.

Saw 'em off,

and they just grow back.

I'm speaking metaphorically, of course.

Friendly folks around here.

[Cora] Salt of the damn earth.

Maybe you can
help me with something, Cora.

I'll try.

I've been studying spells.

What makes them tick?

It's more than
just the words, right? I mean,

an incantation on its own does nothing.

Well, in my case, I sold
my mortal soul off to the Devil.

So that probably helps
grease the wheels some.

Right.

Besides that?

Needs to touch your heart.

When I do a hex,

I think of the saddest thing I can.

That seems to make
the magic come on stronger.

Ain't none of my business,

ma'am,

have you been trying to do witch magic?

It's just research.

You want to be real careful with that.

Coal mining country.

Yeah.

Whole territory's snake full of tunnels.

If these woods are alive,

tunnels are like
veins underneath the skin.

[bird caws]

[chittering]

[eerie music]

Ohh.

What is it?

Nothing.

Cora? Cora?

Cora?

Cora!?

- Cora?
- Cora?

Cora!

Cora!

[eerie music]

That's interesting.

[bones cracking]

[hissing]

[eerie music]

[she screams]

Ahh!

Argh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Fuck!

Am I dead?

Maybe.

Well,

that's all right.

Everybody knows
the devil can't set foot in no church.

What the hell is this place?

I think you know.

It's your mama, ain't it?

News to me. I've never seen her face.

Yeah, I guess that's her.

She tried to get out
of paying for all them sins.

Now she'll have no rest from tormenting.

She ain't slept a wink for more days
than I know how to count.

[gasps]

Sins?

They couldn't have been that bad,

right?

They were many. Consorted with demons,

flew upon the black goat
and gave herself for the Sabbath,

changed her shape into that of varmints,

and things unnameable.

[wings flap]

He's here.

Wow.

That's a big fucking bird.

Beast takes many forms,

this be but one.

[menacing male voice] Sweet...

Sarah.

What the fuck?

Please.

Mercy!

If you will forgive me,
let me go up to God.

To God?

No. This is where you belong.

My Lord.

My master.

What more can I give thee?

So much more.

Can you not feel
the new life growing inside you?

It can't be possible?

A dark thing.

Malignant.

It can't be for I am dead.

You sang out to the deep of night,

and the night things answered.

Now you will give the world a gift.

[Sarah screams]

A gift.

A son.

[Sarah screaming]

Our beautiful son.

[he pants]

Ow.

Woah, easy there, easy, easy.

I'm fine.

Oh shit, my head feels like
Minnie Minoso took a swing at it.

Ahh.

[Jo] He brought you back.

Cora. Cora!

[Tom panting]

Cora!

Cora!

Cora.

[Tom gasping]

I used it.

I used the lucky bone.

If I wasn't a witch before...

I surely am now.

[sombre music]

There you go, Daddy.

It's consecrated ground.

Let's get you inside, you old sinner.

Reverend.

That you? Tom Ferrell?

How'd you know, Reverend?

She told me.

She?

There's a girl here.

Come in a couple of minutes
before you fellas. Bold as brass.

You don't see her?

Well,

maybe she a ghost.

Is it Cora Fisher?

Cora Fisher?

Yep.

Remember her
when she was just a little tadpole.

Devil might have got her body,

but he didn't get her soul.

It's y'daddy, ain't it?

Figured he ought to be
buried in proper church ground.

So he shall.

All right, Daddy.

But I think you got another purpose for
being up here on the Hurricane, don't you?

Yes, sir.

We, uh,

we aim to go up that hill.

You're going to his house?

Now, why would any damn fool
want to do a thing like that for?

My daddy's dead.

Cora

you're dead.

I'm sorry, girl.

Maybe all that's left
to do is surrender myself to him.

Tell him, take my body,

take my soul,

take your goddamn penny.

Just so long as there's no
more killing on my conscience.

After all, a deal's a deal, ain't it?

[Jo] That's ridiculous.

You were just a kid. A deal with a demonic
entity? How can that possibly be binding?

Oh, it be binding.

Hellboy.

Yeah, it's kind of binding.

Look, there may be some wiggle room.

It's what I'm here for.

To renegotiate.

Negotiate, my ass.

Well,

he do seem like a pretty
persuasive fella, Reverend, don't he?

Men's pride and folly, all that is.

Well, if you're gonna go,
best do it when the sun's up in the sky.

His power's strongest when it's dark.

Y'all stay here tonight.

We got to boogie-woogie, preach.

Looks like we still
have some daylight left.

You sure about that?

[sinister music]

That, that's, no, wait,
that's not possible.

No, no, the Earth, the Earth doesn't spin.
It... It... That's not how it works.

[preacher laughs]

We on his time up in the Hurricane.

[chittering]

[psychotic echoing chants]

We've got company.

A lot of witches around these parts.

Always have been.

Used to be plenty of regular folks, too.

Nowadays, mostly just witches.

[Hellboy chuckles] Hallelujah.

And I will lead the blind
by a way they know not.

And I will make
the darkness light for them.

And the crooked things straight.

[speaks German] Oneiros und Nôtt.

[muttering softly in German]

Schließen Sie ihre Augen.

[muttering softly in German]

[Cora] Needs to touch your heart.

- [muttering softly in German]
- When I do a hex.

I think of the saddest thing I can.

[preacher] Let not
your hearts be troubled!

Them witches.
Can't set foot on this holy ground.

And that black magic.

Ain't no good here.

[Hellboy] I guess
we'll find out soon enough.

You doubt the power of prayers, son?

[gun clicks]

I just like to have some excessively
high-calibre ammo on hand.

Just in case.

[Tom] Oh! Sheee. Ha!

[Effie] Tommy...

Shhh!

Tommy...

I know you can hear me in there.

Ain't you had enough trouble for one day?

[moans] It ain't even really begun.

All your friends in that church with you,

they all gonna die.

All on your account.

That's why you gotta
come out and face him.

[giggles]

[knock echoes]

[knock echoes]

[knock echoes]

[screeching]

Elvis's ass don't shake this hard.

Reverend, the coal mines,
do they run under this church?

Oh, they run everywhere.

A coal mine collapsed about 30 years ago.
Last time the ground shook like this.

100 men killed.

Buried alive.

Great place to build a church, huh, Jo?

Where's Tom?

[laughs]

I don't see what's so godforsaken funny.

[chittering]

[witches chanting]

[eerie music]

[witches moaning and whimpering]

Little Tom Ferrell, come back to see me.

Bring me my lucky bone.

I come to collect it, Tom Ferrell.

Yeah, and I'm gonna give it to you.

But you gotta make me one promise.

That no harm comes
to those good folks in there.

But it was you who put them
in harm's way,

not I.

All right, then.

All right.

[witches chanting]

I don't think so.

See, I don't like this deal.

You want it too bad,

and that makes me not want you to have it.

Go on inside, Tom.

Go.

Well, ain't you a pug-ugly son of a bitch?

Pot calling the kettle black here, but...

Jesus H.

[witches chanting]

[Hellboy] Oh, yeah, that's right.

The nympho-broad in the tree
mentioned you weren't afraid of me.

Well, guess what?
I'm not afraid of you either.

So why don't you turn around,

take your crooked ass out of here,
and take those dizzy bitches with you?

You had a different aspect

when you watched your mother burn.

What the hell you say, Gumby?

[preacher] Be gone from this church,
Mr Onselm. You be gone now.

You saw how she is.

This sorrowful thing.

She suffers so.

But I have it in
my power to mollify her pain.

Let her feathered soul take wing.

Really?

You would do that?

Yeah.

Something small in return is all I ask.

That you twist off
the head of that little Tom Ferrell.

And bring it hither.

We're just

renegotiating. Ain't we?

[bones cracking]

[hisses]

I'm sure we can see eye to eye.

Why?

You got witch blood in you, friend.

You're more like me

than you are like them.

Come on, snake, let's rattle!

- [buzzing]
- Ahh!

[witches moaning and whimpering]

[buzzing intensifies]

Argh!

No! No!

[laughs]

- Argh!
- [Jo] Stop! Stop!

No!

Argh!

[Jo] Hellboy!

[laughs]

[Jo] Come here, Come here.

[Jo] Help him! Help him!

[Tom] Oh! He's killed.
He's killed for sure.

Argh! I ain't killed.

Uhh!

You can't hide in there forever, Tommy.

Crooked Man gonna wear you out, boy.

Why don't you shut your cursed mouth?

He gonna heap sorrows on you
a hundred times worse

than what you drunken daddy ever got.

You get out of my skull, you witch!
Witch! Get out of my skull!

Aaargh!

Agh! Jo...

Agh!

I need you.

[Crooked Man] Reverend.

Now we both know,
Reverend, a deal's a deal.

Here's what I'll do.

I'll buy that lucky bone from you.

Ain't nothing in here
for sale to you, Master Onselm!

[Jo panting]

Do it!

Okay.

[Jo straining]

- Ahh!
- Come on, Jo, you gotta pull harder.

- Come on!
- Ahh!

Oh, I know you got
no use for legal tender, old man.

But what about time?

What would you give for

ten years of it?

What are you doing to me, Satan?

[Crooked Man] How about

twenty?

Fix up those

eyes of yours while we're at it.

- Ahh!
- Come on!

[Jo straining]

Aaargh!

No, sir! I come fairly
by my years and my afflictions,

and I don't want nothing else.

- [Crooked Man chuckles]
- [chittering]

[witches shrieking]

Abby Riley done poisoned two husbands.
How'd she get planted in a church yard?

So many sinners
in this consecrated ground.

[witches chanting]

Flesh rots, but the sin goes on.

[chanting]

[Hellboy] Oh, shit!

Okay, are you sure you're okay?
Because...

- You want to stick your finger in?
- No, I do not.

- You can't keep bleeding like this.
- I'll be fine.

- No, you will not be fine, you...
- Bobbie Jo.

Part of the job.

Okay? I can't wait to get my hands
on that Howdy Doody fuck.

[witches chanting] Arise up!

[silence, Reverend panting]

[Tom panting]

Well, the hits just keep on coming.

[eerie music]

He looks a little different, doesn't he?

Mm-hmm.

You always did like them pretty girls,
didn't you, Reverend?

I could feel your eyes on me
giving them Sunday sermons.

You go lay back down, Abigail.
This ain't your world no more.

Kiss me, Father.

Kiss me like you always wanted to.

Kiss this.

[witches laughing and clamouring]

What are you doing?

[Crooked Man] Callie Hicks, fornicator.

[witches] Fornicator!

[shrieks]

[Crooked Man] Abel Jacobs.

Gambler.

Josie Ward.

Philanderer.

[growling]

[Crooked Man] Manly Langrishe.

Lying drunk.

[witches] Lying drunk!

[growling]

[Crooked Man] Nathan Green.

Murderer.

[witches] Murderer!

Like ducks at the county fair.

[Crooked Man] Flora Sue Baker.

Cheatin' whore.

[witches] Cheatin' whore!

[Crooked Man] Ada Calder.

Child killer.

[witches] Child killer!

[indistinct chants and hysterical laughter]

[laughs]

They were dead and buried.

Sins were forgiven.

Forgiven don't mean forgotten.

[Crooked Man] Wyatt Ferrell.

Drunken old fool.

[shrieking and laughter]

[Tom whimpers]

Argh!

What is this?

[shrieking and hissing]

No, wait, wait.

[soft growling]

Fuck!

Sorry, Daddy.

[preacher] Lord,
I can't look on this no more!

Take my eyes away!

And I don't want no gifts from the devil!

[shrieking]

[preacher] Thank you, Lord.

Tom Ferrell!

Give me that old cat bone!

I was never gonna use it, Reverend.

You watch now. I ain't no perfect man.

None of us is.

I got a shadow in
my heart like anyone else.

But you gonna see that light, Tom Ferrell.

[growling]

You gonna let it blaze
bright inside of you.

Just like that light be blazing in me.

Oh! I'm all fired up!

I'm gonna bust that evil wide open.

I'm gonna squeeze it.

I'm gonna squeeze the Holy Spirit

into this vile unlucky bone!

I can feel it!

Look at it blaze, Tom Ferrell.

Look at it!

Every grave in this yard's

been dug with this shovel.

If it ain't full of God

then nothing is.

[growling]

Thy rod and thy staff!

They comfort me.

That'll work.

Yep.

[Crooked Man chuckles]

[coughs]

[chittering]

[bird caws]

He's going home.

Uh-uh. Hellboy, no.
We call this in and come back with

- the whole team from the bureau.
- Better to finish this. He's hurt.

He's weak.

Jo, you're done.

Stay back here with the Reverend.

- No!
- We don't come back

you keep going down that mountain and
you don't stop until you find a telephone.

Don't ever come back here.

What?

Keep the shovel.

[song: 'Enchanted Sea' by The Bentleys]

[Tom] It's been called
that since I can remember.

A long time back a hurricane blew
down a mess of trees on this mountain.

They never grew back.

No one still alive remembers it.

Might have been
a thousand years ago for all I know.

And hell, maybe
it wasn't no hurricane at all.

[Hellboy] How's that?

[Tom] Well,

the Indians say it's always been bad.

They say there's ghosts and
critters up here older than the flood.

Scarce animals.
Shonokins. Mountain spirits.

[Hellboy] Hear me out.

I might be just talking
out of my ass here, but

might be looking at a dimensional rifting.

Lovecraft-type scenario.

The old gods forcing
their way into our world, kinda thing.

[Tom] I don't know nothing
about that, but

it's a queer, bad feeling place,
that's for sure.

Gonna need a new shovel.

[Hellboy] Something in these hills.

Something haunted.

Evil.

In the trees.

In the dirt.

Tom said these hills
were like a living thing.

Come again?

He said the old mines
were like its circulatory system.

Its veins running underground.

The Crooked Man, I think...

I think he draws power from it.

You got something on your mind, girl?

Something I don't like.

Maybe if we disrupt
the power source, we can hurt him.

What?

I'm talking about sabotage.

If this were a war and those tunnels
were supply lines, we'd plant dynamite.

You gonna dynamite that mine?

No.

Maybe something better.

A spell.

Girl,

you outta your motherfucking mind.

I didn't know if it was real,

or if it was just a story
they tell little chaps to scare them.

You ready?

They told me them stories too.

[door bangs and creaks]

[wind blusters]

Could use a woman's touch.

[bird caws, wings flap]

[eerie music]

They go down into them mines.

Make me understand

why they built a church

on top of a very convenient access

to a collapsed coal mine?

Explain it to me like I'm a little

a little slow.

Wha...

S'ppose they thought
it was some kind of doorway

'tween this world and the other.

They reckon they'd drop a church on top.

Consecrate the soil.

Block the doorway.

Maybe not such a swell idea.

Worked all right up until today.

It's dark down there.

Dark as the devil's asshole.

If we're going...

I'm bringing this along.

Maybe it got a bit of holy left in it.

We?

- No, Reverend, I...
- Down there,

I ain't much more blind than you is, girl.

[eerie music]

[baby cries]

[baby's crying continues]

[baby's crying continues]

[Tom] I always figured rich folks
had them some real fine soirees.

Mm-hmm.

Real fine.

[baby whimpers]

[disturbing music]

[bones cracking]

[Hellboy] Tom!

[preacher] Bet you wishing
your friend was here.

[Jo] Yeah, he's not afraid of anything.

[preacher] Oh, I know
somethin' he afraid of.

[chuckles] He afraid to tell you
how he really feels about you.

Tom?

Tom?

Ahh!

[eerie music]

Something's coming.

[laughter]

[birds cawing]

[she screams]

Aargh!

Run, girl!

Hurry up! This way, this way!

And he shall eat the flesh of your sons!

And the flesh of your daughters

shall he eat!

Destroy them in wrath!

Destroy them

that they may be no more!

[preacher screams]

Magic ain't like a bullet, girl.

You just can't pull the trigger.

Some things you
can't understand by thinking.

It comes from the spirit, not the meat!

Ahh! Aargh!

[birds cawing]

[door creaking and bangs shut]

[panting]

Oh, crap!

[woman screaming]

[wind blusters]

[chittering]

When's the last time
you felt the touch of a woman, Tommy?

Have all these years been so lonesome?

Did you sit up and dream about me?

I knowed it.

I bet you never stopped thinking
about the way I touched you.

You got something hard for me, Tommy?

Yeah, I do!

[shrieking]

Ahh!

[Tom gasping]

[she shrieks]

[she gasps]

I know well thou are my son.

Thine eyes,

thine eyes attest to it.

Let's not pretend this
is some beautiful moment.

I don't care about you.

You never gave a damn about me.

Thou should look upon me
and say these things?

I should let you burn!

I gotta get you out of here.

No, my sweet child.

I can't be saved.

This burning be my fate.

For them many sins I done,

all us witches end up the same.

[panting]

[chittering]

[panting]

There's only one way to end this pain.

Destroy me, my son.

No.

No, I can't do that.
You can't ask me to do that.

For thy scorn.

For thy wrath.

Thou were right to hate me.

I hated myself!

Myself!

This goddam monster you made!

[chittering]

[gasping]

[chittering]

[speaks German] Oneiros und Nôtt,
berührt die Gedanken meiner Feinde.

Schließen Sie ihre Augen
und fangen sie bis zum nächsten.

Sonnenaufgang in Träaumen ein.
Oneiros und Nôtt, berührt die Gedanken.

Schließen Sie ihre Augen
und fangen sie bis zum nächsten...

Oneiros und Nôtt, berührt die Gedanken.

Schließen Sie ihre Augen
und fangen sie bis zum nächsten...

Let me be as a dream.

Forgotten.

Dust without meaning.

[gun clicks]

[Jo] Oneiros und Nôtt,
berührt die Gedanken meiner Feinde!

Schließen Sie ihre Augen
und fangen sie bis zum nächsten.

Sonnenaufgang in Träaumen ein!

There's gotta be another way.

There is none.

Oneiros und Nôtt,
berührt die Gedanken meiner Feinde!

Schließen Sie ihre Augen
und fangen sie bis zum nächsten.

Sonnenaufgang in Träaumen ein!

This agony, I can't bear it any longer!

- Please!
- No!

[screaming] Ahh!!

[gasping]

Ahh!

[panting]

It's...

Shit!

You all right, big fella?

Yeah, Some kind of booby trap.

A spell.

I almost...

Something broke it.

[birds cawing]

[Jo coughing]

[chittering]

It smells like death,

and bird shit.

Wait here.

[distant growls]

[growl]

Oh, crap!

[gunshots]

[birds cawing]

[panting]

[water splashing]

[gasping]

[chittering]

No. No, no, no, no.

No, no...

No, no, no, no.

Please. Please! Fuck!

[whimpering and gasping]

[eerie music]

[loud crack]

[thumping]

[distant growl and shrieks]

[breaking glass]

[demonic squeal]

Argh!

Argh! Ahh!

Uh!

Uh! Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

[buzzing]

Better you'd given me that
boy's head when you had the offer.

That's twice you might have
saved your fork-tongued mother.

[buzzing]

Well, but you'll be
by her side soon enough,

suckling that black teat in hell.

You must die in this house
to feed the earth beneath,

to feed these hills,

these ancient stones that do live.

[Tom] Hey there, devil!

I got something for you.

That's for Cora Fisher.

You go on and choke on it,
you son of a bitch.

[retching]

[coins clattering]

Look at this devil.

Fools himself into thinking he's a man.

[Crooked Man chuckles]

Your road ends in the dark, like mine.

And this,

witch,

No, I ain't.

You'll burn, both of ya!

Like Cora Fisher burns.

Like your witch mother burns.

That's all for you.

[gunshot]

[coins clattering]

[Tom] It's all souls, ain't it?

Look at it.

You think that one's mine?

I don't know.

Guess you'll find out someday.

Like all of us.

[Hellboy] You know what I think, Tom?

I think that so-called lucky bone of yours,

I think it's just a cat bone.

All this time you
thought it held the power, but...

I think the power was in you.

He was afraid of you.

He was right to be.

[woman crying]

[song: 'Sinner You'd Better Get Ready'
by The Louvin Brothers]

# Oh sinner, you better get ready #

# The time's a-comin'
when the sinner must die #

# Oh, God gave Noah... #

Ha, I've woke up to worse.

All of a sudden I'm old, Tommy.

I don't know how to be old.

I knew I held on to
this old bridle for a reason.

# Oh, you better get ready, hallelujah,
sinner you better get ready #

# The time's a-comin'
when the sinner must die #

[Cora Fisher]
All us witches end up the same.

Jo.

Jo!

Jo!

Argh!

Bobbie Jo!

- Hey, wake up. Jo, wake up!
- [coughs]

Come on. Come on.

Get up.

You went inside the tunnels?

Unbelievable.

You're supposed to be the smart one.

Yeah, you're telling me.

Oh, look...

I got the cargo back.

Nice field work, right?

Besides, I wasn't down there by myself.

I was with the Reverend the whole time.

Never would have
gotten out of there without him.

[sombre music]

[Hellboy] I can't wait for the '60s.

[Jo] '60s, yeah?

- This ain't my decade, Bobbie Jo.
- [she laughs]

I feel good times are coming.

I think so, too.

I ain't gonna miss this place much.

- Me neither.
- [he chuckles]

Can't wait to get home
and just document all this.

Yeah, that Tom Ferrell's not a bad egg.

Lucky you came along when you did.

He just needed a little push, that's all.

- [radio crackles]
- Hey!

[distorted music on radio]

Not afraid of anything, are you, big guy?

Yeah, well, there's an upside
to looking like this, Jo.

You see this face in the mirror long
enough the monsters don't look too bad.

Yeah, yeah.

I know something you're afraid of, though.

There you are!

[helicopter blades whirring]

[song: 'Trouble in Mind'
by Cowboy Roy Brown]

# Trouble in mind #

# I'm blue, yeah #

# I won't be blue always, Bob will #

# 'Cause the sun's gonna shine #

# In my back door someday #

# Hope soon, anyhow, boy #

# Trouble in mind, it's blue #

# And you see me right here too #

[singing continues indistinctly]

# When you see me laughin' #

# I'm laughin'just to keep from cryin' #

# Gotta let me #

[eerie music]

# Trouble in mind, I'm blue #

# And I won't be blue all way, why? #

# Because the sun's gonna shine
in my back door someday #

# Going down to the river #

# I'm going to take my rockin' chair
What you gonna do? #

# And if the blues take me
I'm gonna rock away from here #

[ghostly chittering]