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Grigori Rasputin: He disclosed to me the child's true name. Would you like to know it?
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: I already know what to call him. I call him "son".
John Myers: He doesn't want me with him. I know that much. He respects Clay, not me.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: You're doing fine.
John Myers: No, I'm not. Look, I'm really sorry, but I'm not your guy.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: I'm dying, Agent Myers. Like any father, I worry about him.
[
pauses]
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: In medieval stories, there is often a young knight who is inexperienced, but pure of heart.
John Myers: Oh, come on. I am not pure of heart.
Abe Sapien: Yes, you are.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: Rasputin is back for him. What I'm asking of you is to have the courage to stand by him when I am gone. He was born a demon; we can't change that. But you will help him, in essence, to become a man.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: In the absence of light, darkness prevails. There are things that go bump in the night, Agent Myers. Make no mistake about that. And we are the ones who bump back.
[
examining Kroenen's corpse]
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: Subject, Karl Ruprecht Kroenen. Born in Munich, 1897. Suffered from a masochistic compulsion commonly known as "surgical addiction". Both eyelids surgically removed, along with his upper and lower lip, making speech impossible. The blood in his veins dried up decades ago. Only dust remains.
[
he removes a revolving key from Kroenen's heart]
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: Four broken vertebrae. A steel rod inserted into his pelvis kept him upright... what horrible will could keep such a creature as this alive?
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: A 16-century statue was destroyed. Saint Dionysius the Areopagite.
Hellboy: Who wards off demons.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: The statue, however, was hollow.
Hellboy: A reliquary?
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: A prison. The Vatican thought its occupant dangerous enough to include it on the list of Avignon, of which, by the way, we hold a copy.
[
Hellboy holds up a speed-loader of giant glass bullets]
Hellboy: Perfect job for these babies. Made 'em myself. Holy water, clover leaf, silver shavings, white oak... the works.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: 1937: Hitler joins the Thule Society, a group of German aristocrats obsessed with the occult. In 1938, he acquired the spear of Longinus, which pierced the side of Christ. He who holds it becomes invincible. Hitler's power increases tenfold. 1943: President Roosevelt decides to fight back. The Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense is born. 1958: the Occult Wars finally come to an end with the death of Adolf Hitler.
John Myers: 1945, you mean. Hitler died in '45.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: [
amused] Did he now?
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: Unique. That is a word you will hear frequently around here.
Tom Manning: So, how many escapes, this year alone? Five!
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: Tom, he's our guest, not a prisoner!
Tom Manning: Yeah, well, your guest happens to be six-foot five, bright red, has a tail, and is government funded.
[
first lines]
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: What is it that makes a man a man? Is it his origins, the way things start. Or is it something else, something harder to describe? For me it all began in 1944, classified mission off the coast of Scotland. The Nazis were desperate. Combining science and black magic they intended to upset the balance of the war. I was 28, already a paranormal advisor to President Roosevelt. I could never have suspected that what would transpire that night would not only effect the course of history but change my life forever.
Sgt. Whitman: You're wasting our time, there's nothing on this island but sheep and rocks!
[
moments later the soldiers find a large Nazi encampment in the ruins]
Young 'Broom': They must be here for the sheep.
[
Broom opens a box full of rosaries]
Young 'Broom': Your men, they'll need these.
Sgt. Whitman: [
sniggers] Are you a Catholic?
Young 'Broom': Yes, among other things. But that's hardly the point.
Sgt. Whitman: [
locks and loads a pistol] Here. You'll need one of these.
[
Erzsebet confronts Broom after 60 years - he an old man, she a dessicated, skeletal vampire]
Erzsebet Ondrushko: The years have not been kind to you.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: Nor you.
[
she strikes him to the ground]
Erzsebet Ondrushko: So frail. Time has turned you to glass. I pity you.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: And I you. Growing old is not the worst fate that can befall a person... but you ceased to a be a person long ago.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: There are things in this world that modern man relegates to fairy tales and video games. But they are real, they are ugly, and they demand terrible payments for their "gifts."
[
Liz looks at a wax statue of Erzebet]
Liz Sherman: She's very beautiful... *was* very beautiful.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: And she knew it. Her vanity became her obsession. Instead of losing her beauty, she lost her soul.
Hellboy: You can't stay, Professor.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: I'm no longer director of field operations, but I'm not ready to retire.
Hellboy: I'm not saying that. But you shouldn't be here. You're too-
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: Old? I'm sorry I don't share your seemingly eternal youth. You grew so fast at first. In no time at all, you were too big to spank.
Hellboy: Only 'cause the tail got in the way.
Young Broom: For that which causes us trials shall lead us to triumph... We must pass through the darkness to reach the light.
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: It is said that at the dawn of time, man, beast, and all magical beings lived together under Aeglin, the Father Tree. But man had been created with a hole in his heart, a hole that no possession, power, or knowledge could fill. And in his infinite greed, man dreamed of expanding his dominion over the entire earth. The blood of many an elf, ogre, and goblin was spilled in their war with man, and King Balor, the one-armed king of Elfland, watched the slaughter in dread and despair. But one day, the master of the goblin blacksmiths offered to build the king a golden mechanical army, seventy times seventy soldiers, that would never know hunger, and could not be stopped. Prince Nuada begged his father to agree. "Build me this army," the king said. And so, a magical crown was forged that would allow those of royal blood to command the Golden Army, if unchallenged. "I am King Balor, leader of the Golden Army. Is there anyone who disputes my right?" And in his throne room, no one challenged his word.
Young Hellboy: [
hearing the story of the Golden Army] What does it mean, industrable?
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: In-des-truct-i-ble. It means it cannot be destroyed.
[
first lines]
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: My son, would you turn off that wretched puppet, and brush your teeth?
Young Hellboy: Don't call him a puppet!
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: I beg your pardon?
Young Hellboy: He's not a puppet! Howdy Doody's real!
Professor Trevor 'Broom' Bruttenholm: Well, Mr. Dee-dee Doo-doo will have to say good night.