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Alucard!
Wake up, Alucard!
What are you?
I am your gun,
the spirit of Jackal, Willis.
W-W-Wait, Willis!
Listen to me!
Please listen, Willis!
Where is this place?
I'm going home.
This is my space.
It's the Willis Space, Willis.
You're no longer able to escape this place, Willis.
This is where the fine line between a good movie and a boring movie comes to life, Willis.
Also, I don't weigh ten kilos...
rather, sixteen kilo.
That's all.
Nice to meet you, Willis.
What did you say?
From now on, together with me, we'll...
...go and seize the Nakatomi building,
and together with Steve Buschemi, we'll strike down a meteor and win ourselves a Golden Raspberry Award, Willis!
Also, we'll be a man worried by a kid with a long name who could see ghosts.
We'll roll a taxi over,
and catch Milla Jovovich.
That guy's a fake.
That was close.
You should always be cautious after betraying Weewichia.
Do the maintenance yourself if possible.
Now then, it's about time you wake up.
Seras and Integra are waiting for you.
Ah! There's General Dovol.
What!
Damn, I missed!
Hello, I'm Christopher Walken.
I'm Tom Berenger.
Add both of us and you'll get a dog of war.
Go away.
I am Maximillian Schell.
For the time being, I'll kill everyone.
Go away!
Hello, I'm Tero!
Who the hell are you?
Hello, I'm the fourth angle.
This is getting crazy.
Hello, I'm the negotiator.
Work hard, okay?
Listen to my song of victory, Alucard.
General, communications from the Central Government Information Regulation HQ has been interrupted.
What?
We can't get in contact with the London BTN!
All phone lines in a large radius around the main building are down!
The communications are cut off from the Arc Air Force Base!
Army bases in Kings, Greenwich, Bath, and Chester are cut off as well!
Communications have been cut with the Atlantic Navy HQ as well!
We've received a telegram from the Irish Regiment Imperial Guard.
"In battle! Unknown enemy!"
Battle... Battle, you say?
Impossible...
Has a war started?
Correct.
Integra...
The war has started.
Maximum speed!
Faster!
More!
Run the engine until it explodes!
More!
Onwards!
Towards the spires of the city!
Onwards
Toward the tumult and attacks that we long for!
Faster!
Hey wait!
Stop screwing around!
Shut up! You know—
Hey, Johnson.
Say something.
The Moon...
Amazing!
Battalion, come to attention!
Gentlemen, night has fallen.
Invincible, cruel gentlemen...
Old and new recruits...
85The night that will grant our wishes has come.
Welcome to the night of war!
Now, if you would all take a look at your guidebooks,
the "VS England Landing Operation Seelowe 2" Guidebook.
Turn to page 3, "London Explodes! Excessive Battle of the Vampires."
Huh?
"Huh"? What is the matter, Schrödinger?
Doc, I'm sorry.
I lost my guidebook...
You really are hopeless.
Look at the Captain's.
Zorin... First Lieutenant, Zorin Blitz.
At your service.
Hellsing is our target.
As well as Alucard's defeat.
I'll give you the Sky Cruiser Zeppelin II and one group of troops.
Understood.
However, avoid a strong attack.
Wait for the main troops and me to come.
No need for you to bother.
A Hellsing without Alucard, is weak as a baby.
Don't underestimate Integra Hellsing and Seras Victoria.
Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing.
She is of the Hellsing family, the leader of the most powerful vampire hunters since ancient times.
She is the one that Alucard has acknowledged as "master."
And... "The Policewoman Vampire," Ceres Victoria.
Her very existence is miraculous, perhaps even ridiculous.
It is likely that she herself does not realize it!
How much more fun could this possibly be?
They are both frightfully inexperienced and incomplete.
However, I value them on the same level as Alucard, as "old enemies."
Zorin, I'll say it one more time.
Do not attack strongly. Wait for my arrival.
Understood, Herr commander.
Very good.
Now, break down the dam!
The first target is the whole of London!
The Thames Barrier, the Parliament, Big Ben, the Prime Minister's Residence,
foreign Government Ministries, Buckingham Palace, Scotland Yard,
Westminster Abbey, Piccadilly, Soho City, Southwark... Burn them all.
Central Government Building, St. Paul's Cathedral...
Major, what about the Cabinet War Rooms?
Blow them up, of course.
Destroy everything that bothers you, leave nothing behind.
How about Trafalgar Square, Major?
Burn it, topple Nelson's Column.
The Tower of London, the British Museum, the British Library - Destroy them all.
They all bother me.
What about Tower bridge?
Let it fall. London Bridge too, like in the song.
And the Imperial War Museum?
Blow it up.
Why would I care? Destroy everything you see.
Drink and devour everyone you see.
Now, gentlemen.
Let us kill, be killed, die, and cause death.
Now, let us give a toast.
Finally, at this moment, on this night, the party has begun.
What's that?
It's huge.
Over here. Hurry!
Prost!
Not yet.
V1 bombardment complete!
Prepare the armored corps for descent!
Sir!
V1 attack...
a great success!
Prepare for full out attack!
Full out attack!
Not yet.
More battles!
More wars!
It's beautiful...
Hell is shining.
We are monsters afterall.
That is the only place we can live in.
That is the only place we want to live in.
Attack as soon as you land.
Landing corps sortie.
Let's go, Front Line Pigs...
It's war!
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
What? Who are you?
Don't try anything funny, Sir Hellsing.
As of now, this facility is under the control of "Millenium."
First Lieutenant, what's the meaning of this?!
Silence!
This is the "meaning," General,
being a vampire is wonderful!
How lucky I am!
The Deputy will be pleased to hear I captured Sir Hellsing.
What's so funny?
You are all newborn, baby vampires, and I am in the business of destroying such vampires.
For a frog who still hasn't lost its tail to say "lucky" while standing before a snake...
B-Bitch!
You should get an Iron Cross from the Coporal in the other world.
Walter, time to work.
Understood, my Lady.
I shall be your opponent, babies.
You old geezer!
Excuse me.
It's done.
Are you all right, Mr. Penwood?
Ah... yeah...
I had thought that you were the traitor.
I may be incompetent, but I'm no coward.
We have a problem!
The Capital is under attack!
A private craft spotted a fleet of blimps over the south coast, in the sky above Newfields, heading north...
The communication network is completely dead!
The same enemy that attacked us...
They will probably attack this place as well.
We should evacuate immediately, Mr. Penwood.
Soldiers are jumping out of blimps into the city! They're special forces!
What?
You must escape, Mr. Penwood!
The vampires will be here any second!
You... You should head back to your base immediately.
You have a job that only you can do...
I-I can't escape or run away.
That is the one thing I cannot do.
Under these conditions, nobody will be able to come help.
Do you want to die?
The communications may be fixed, and orders could be given.
There may be a base that's held back the attack and is waiting for our orders.
I-I am in charge here.
As long as this place is functioning, I cannot leave.
I can hardly understand why I'm here at all.
I only achieved this position through birthright.
I never tried to attain anything by myself.
I simply accepted the positions I was given...
...and did the work I was told to do.
So, that's why I must at least... at least do my job...
Go!
Please go, Integra!
There is something that only you... only Hellsing can do.
The bullets are explosive and made of blessed silver.
They should prove more effective than normal bullets.
This is farewell.
I wish you luck, Mr. Penwood.
Yes, I too wish you luck, Sir Hellsing.
Now, you should all escape too.
Only those who are absolutely necessary will stay.
Actually... forget it.
I'll stay here alone.
Hurry and escape, everyone.
Wh-What?
What's so funny?
Escape! That's an order!
I'll resume the search for active networks.
Check the status of the casualties again.
Gather the living soldiers and any ammo and weapons you can find!
Yes, Sir!
Wait! Hey...
Barricade the entrances and exits! Hurry!
What are you fools doing?
You don't have to stay here!
What are you saying?
You can't operate the consoles by yourself.
Please, just sit there like you always do.
You'll only get in the way.
Thank you, everyone.
Thank you...
Assess the damage situation!
Gather the troops, and contact him in person!
I don't care how...
I need information!
Let's go, Walter.
We're in a hurry.
As you wish.
We're going to cut through the city. You can do that, right?
As you wish.
I shall do my duty.
In the name of Hellsing...
watch out, Vampires!
Shit!
Dammit!
This is my Arm of Fire, Carl Hunter.
He is the worst there is, hell on earth.
But this is only the omen for what is to come.
Good work.
You have done your duty.
Rest.
Hurry, Walter!
This is vengeance!
Integra Hellsing has been spotted.
She's moving quickly through the city of London, and appears to be headed to Hellsing HQ.
Pursue.
...This is General Penwood... Protecting... Headquarters....
I don't know whether this is being received,
but in the hope it'll be heard by someone, I'm transmitting.
This place is going to fall at any moment...
The monsters are right around the corner... They're almost to the doors.
Listen, to all humans who're getting my broadcast, this is my final order.
Fight... until you've fulfilled your mission.
You're... Hellsing?
Walter! This girl...?
You called me "this girl"?
That's a very tactless thing to say, Mr. Penwood.
Um... Well...
I'm Integra Hellsing, the new leader.
I killed my uncle and became the head of the family.
I trust you'll never call me "this girl" again.
T-T-That was my mistake.
I'm sorry.
Before my father died, he always told me, "If you ever need a favor, regardless of what it is, see Mr. Penwood."
I-Is that right?
Arthur always asked me to get him new weapons...
or a Helicopter...
With him, it was stuff like that every time.
I'm no less demanding than my father was. I will depend on you a lot.
Please take good care of me.
Huh?
You gave us a pretty hard time, asshole.
What's so funny, human?
I-I may be incompetent, but you bastards are even more so.
Farewell, Integra.
It was fun.
Stop!
No!
I will not stop!
Walter...
Hurry!
What's wrong?
Lady Integra, back the car up immediately.
Go find another route to flee.
Walter...
Drive as fast as you can... As fast as you can.
Do not come back for any reason. Drive at full speed no matter what.
Walter...
Quick, I'm not sure how much time I can buy before they catch up.
Walter, this is my order:
Come back alive at any cost... at any cost!
As you command.
I thought so.
I thought it was you.
You're exactly right, boy!
I haven't seen you in such a long time!
Nearly 55 years if I recall.
Why are you always... always... always showing up and interrupting our "meal"?
Integra Hellsing is back on the move.
She's changed courses, but is still driving extremely fast.
Pursue. Pursue.
Integra Hellsing is now alone.
I repeat.
Pursue and catch her.
Pursue.
There she is!
Panzerfaust... ready.
Fire!
Integra Hellsing!
By the order of the Battalion Commander!
Prepare yourself!
You don't seem to know when it's time to give up, Girl.
No matter how much you fight, or how many times you flee... it's useless.
Just accept defeat.
You're no longer in London. This is "Midian."
There's no place to run in the Capital of Death.
Give it up, human.
Run away? Give up? It's futile?
Give up and accept defeat?
That seems to be the sort of language that your kind is used to.
Language for cowards who forfeited their humanity, because they were too weak.
Don't look down on humans, you monsters!
Come! I'll send you all to hell!
So be it!
W-What are these?!
M-My body's turning... to ash...
B-Bayonets!
You're... Vatican's Section XIII - Iscariot!
"Assassin."
"Executioner."
"Regenerator."
"Angel Dust."
"Bayonet Priest."
Alexander Anderson!
Before us, like the pink mist surrounding a bloodied nose,
daemons masquerading as soldiers swarm.
Did you hear that, Heinkel?
What about you, Yumie?
I have no doubt...
that this girl, these heathens, all of them...
are our enemies!
They are beneath us!
Priest Anderson.
We were issued a strict edict by Father Maxwell.
Not to mention you helped Hellsing.
Isn't doing such a deed a grave violation of his orders?
Does thee not lust for the thrill of war?
We are going to topple them!
No one but us can topple them!
I will not allow anyone to intrude on us!
Anyone!
Is cariot bastard...
...do not intrude.
Silence.
Don't speak, Carrion!
Before mine eyes, dead men walk.
Undead soldiers form an army, and march to the battle lines.
Lest you forget that we, the Papal Crusaders...
the Paladins of the Iscariot...
are now the ones that stand in thine way.
In the face of Death, you bastards will stand trembling in fear!
Amen!
To thee, we ask aloud...
Who art though?
We are the Iscariot!
The Legion of Judas Iscariot!
Now I ask of thee, Iscariot...
What is it though hast clutched in thy right hand?!
We're clutching the dagger!
Then Iscariot, I ask of thee...
What doth though grasp firmly in thy left hand?!
We grasp 30 pieces of silver...
Lo and behold!
What art thee, Iscariot?!
We are apostles, yet not apostles.
We are disciples, yet not disciples.
We are believers, yet not believers.
We are traitors, yet not traitors!
We are death, and the minions of death.
We humbly bow down and ask for the forgiveness from our Lord...
Submitting ourselves in reverence of God, we shall vanquish all his foes.
We are those who swing our daggers on a moonless night.
We are the ones who lace your dinners with poison.
We are assassins.
The ones who have embraced the ways of Judas Iscariot!
For our sins, when the time comes, we will case these 30 pieces into the Temple.
And hang ourselves with this Halter made of straw.
We shall band together as cabals, as we plunge into the depths of Hades.
We, cohorts of the cloth, in ranks of 5, are now forming an Agmen Quadratum...
Desiring to do battle with 7,405,926 demons in hell.
My old enemy.
My master.
Pulled by all of you,
I could watch the continuation of my dreams.
Let us meet!