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Remember Stanford Arms
in case we're separated
when we escape.

The men who escaped,
now, who were they?

A vagrant and a psycho.

I don't
want to frighten you,

but I think
he wants to hurt you.

He's just working through
one of his stories.

No, no.
He's on his way
to commit murder.

That man on the boat
the one with Wallace,
that's the Hulk.

Do you hear me?
One minute.

Now.

NARRATOR: Dr. David Banner,
physician, scientist.

Searching for a way to tap
into the hidden strengths
that all humans have.

Then, an accidental overdose
of gamma radiation
alters his body chemistry.

And now, when David Banner
grows angry or outraged,

a startling
metamorphosis occurs.

(ROARS)

The creature is driven by rage

and pursued
by an investigative reporter.

Mr. McGee,
don't make me angry.

You wouldn't like me
when I'm angry.

The creature is wanted
for a murder he didn't commit.

David Banner
is believed to be dead.

And he must let the world
think that he is dead

until he can find a way
to control the raging spirit
that dwells within him.

(ROARS)

Okay, buddy, c'mon, let's go.

What?

I don't understand...
Let's go.

Look, if it's against the law
to sleep on the beach,
I'll just move on.

Yeah, yeah, to another beach.
Now look, pal,
you don't have a dime.

But tonight
you'll get a hot meal
and a warm bed.

Tomorrow you'll be back
on the street again
after we run a make on you.

We're really doing you
a favor.

Now, give me a break
and quit copping a plea.

All right, in you go, pal.

(MAN SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Ramon!

Thank God you're alive.
I'm sorry.
I don't understand...

Shh! Shh.

Fascists!

They're all over
the place.

Fascists?

Franco's pigs.
They wiped out
the entire village.

It's okay, we can talk now.

How goes it in Madrid, Ramon?
Did the money
for the ambulances arrive?

My name is David
not Ramon. I...

I was just lounging around
on one of the beaches.

Yes. Yes. I understand.
Don't worry.

You've had a bad time
of it. I know.

But once we get
to the Stanford Arms
Roberto will hide us.

You'll be safe there,
Ramon. Safe.

And I'll be able to write
about all this.

When we escape.

I won't let them
send me back.

Back? Back where?

That room.
I won't allow it
to happen again.

Allow what to happen?

The treatments.

Electrodes attached here.

Throw a switch and 170 volts
smashing through my brain.

Shock treatments.

Torture.

They tried to kill me
so they could be together.

And they thought
they'd finished me,
but I got away.

Who are we talking about?

My wife and my doctor.

I'll never write again.

And I'm going to kill them.

They'll pay for what
they've done to me.

They put me there
and I swear I'll kill them!

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

What, what is it?
Can you describe what
you're feeling?

It's

bursting.

Officer! Officer!

Traitor.

You lousy fascist traitor!

No, I was just trying to get
help for you, that's all.

Go against your own
people, huh?

Betray your own kind?

Your comrades?
Will you listen to me.

I don't listen to liars!

I'm not your enemy.

I know my enemies,
Ramon. I know.

My name is David.

Your mother'll curse
your name.

But when I die they'll say
"Papa Hemingway was a man.

"A great man,
a citizen of the world."

Hemingway.

I see.

It's all right.

I understand.

You understand nothing!

No. Don't. Please!

(DAVID GRUNTING)

(ROARING)

POLICEMAN 1:
What is it?

POLICEMAN 2:
I don't believe it!

JIMMY: Next time
you tag along,
be more careful.

I'll send you home smelling
like a beer barrel.

My dad would ground me
for a month.
And I didn't even drink any.

Yeah, that's 'cause you
spilled it all in my lap.

Forget it.

Oh, wow!

What's wrong?
Oh, man!

(BUZZING)

(GROWLING)

Well, what did
the officers see?

Well, according
to the report,

a seven-to-eight-foot
green man.

Are you kidding?
A what?

A seven-to-eight-foot
green man.

We ran blood alcohol tests
on both the officers
and they were negative.

Does that mean
that you believe them?

It means that this force
has been doing double duty
since the tax cutback

and we're all very tired.

As far as believing them,
they both agreed to take
lie detector tests.

And they'll pass.
You can bet on it.

Jack McGee
from The National Register.

What they saw
was The Hulk.

Now, these two men
who escaped,
now, who were they?

A vagrant and a psycho.

Just a couple
of ordinary guys.

Yeah, well, it's just
an ordinary guy who
becomes the creature.

I've seen him change
with my own eyes.

Is that right?
Well, I've seen your paper,
Mr. McGee,

and it's known for its...
Shall we say, exaggerations.

Yeah, well, maybe.

But I'm telling you
what I know.

Now, this Tom Wallace
was a local man,

escaped from
the State Hospital.
Right?

Right.
How sick was he?

What was he in for?
I don't know. You'd have to
talk to his family about that.

And the vagrant?

He gave his name
as David Baron.

It's probably phony.
He had no money.
No I.D. A transient.

Now, this David Baron,
what'd he look like?
Any identifying marks?

No, no.
I didn't bring him in.

Just as I told you,
he's a vagrant.

See one,
you've seen them all.

Just an ordinary guy.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

ANNOUNCER ON RADIO:
Locally, Santa Maria police
are searching

for two men who escaped
from custody

late last night
breaking out
of a paddy wagon.

The means of escape
were unclear

but police sources suspect
they were assisted
by a third man.

One of the escapees,
Tom Wallace,

had walked out of Santa Maria
State Hospital late yesterday.

Doctors were unaware
of Wallace's disappearance

until early this morning.

Wallace's accomplice
is identified as David Baron,
a transient.

Nothing further is known
about him at this time.
Further on the local scene...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Okay, okay, I'm coming.

Hey, Papa! How you feeling?
Hello, Robert, how are you?

You feeling all right?
Nothing's changed.

Books, books everywhere.
There won't be any room
for you, Robert,

if you don't watch out.

(LAUGHING)
There will always be room
for me and the books, Papa.

Hey, I heard about
what happened last night
on the radio.

Just another chapter.
Nothing to worry about.

For the writer,
every experience
is grist for the mill.

You know that, Robert.
The old mill?

(LAUGHING)
Oh, right, right.
Where's it at?

I don't see it.
Where's the machine?

Oh, the machine!
Oh, it's right here.

Kept it humming for you.

Here it is.
Just as good as new.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Now you can write
that masterpiece, huh?

(CHUCKLING)

What's wrong, Papa? Huh?

I can't write
in these clothes.

I've got to have
some other clothes.
Do I have anything here?

No, you didn't leave
any clothes here.

Where's my foot locker?
Maybe there's some money
in there.

Okay, I'll check it.

TOM: Listen, do you
still have that old jalopy?

Yeah, I sure do.
Papa, but...

Good. Good.
I might need it later.

Okay. Here you go.

Okay. Listen,

you know my size, right?

You know what to get.
And bring back the papers.

Yeah, but what are you going
to do? You know what I mean,
about the cops?

I'm going to write,
my friend.

I'm going to get it all down
while it's still fresh
and bubbling.

"Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered
mountain, 19,368 feet high.

"Lts westernmost summit
is called
the Masai 'Ngaje Ngai'

"or House of God.

"Someone once found
the dried and frozen carcass
of a leopard there.

"No one has ever been able
to explain what the leopard
was seeking at that altitude."

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Beautiful.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

What's the matter, buddy,
can't you afford
your own paper?

TOM: My wife, my doctor,
I'm going to kill them!

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Next time, wash out
the bottles, will you?

(BUS Y SIGNAL)

(BELL RINGING)

Look, I can't stop
you reporters from
waiting out front,

but couldn't you have
the common decency...

No, Mrs. Wallace,
please, believe me,

I'm not a reporter.
I've been trying to
reach you on the telephone,

it was impossible
to get through.

That's because every newspaper
from Ventura to San Francisco
has been calling here.

I know. I saw them in front.
That's why I came around
the back door.

Who are you?
I...

I was with your husband
when he escaped.
Where is he? Is he all right?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

That's why
I wanted to see you.

I thought perhaps
you might tell me

where he's going,
where he might go.

Why are you looking for him?

Because I'm very concerned
for his safety and welfare.

Come in.

Can I get you some coffee?
Thank you.

(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)

Mrs. Wallace,

(CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO)

When I was with your husband,
he said some very strange
things. I...

I think that he's suffering
from hallucinations.

Tom's been sick.
He's not himself.

I understand that.
I understand, but...
I don't want to frighten you,

but I think
he wants to hurt you.

Tom would never hurt me.

His doctor said
he couldn't hurt anyone.

I saw him and I heard him
and he was very threatening.

It's the hallucinations.

All he's ever wanted
all his life was to write.

I don't even know
if he's talented.

He had a good job,
a claims adjuster,
and he quit.

And then the writing became
an obsession, and then
the hallucinating started.

But that's all it is.
Tom would never hurt anyone.

I'm sorry.
I don't agree with you.

I think potentially
he's a very violent man.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Excuse me.

Who is it?
Mrs. Wallace...

If you're from a newspaper,
I can't talk to you.

Mrs. Wallace, this is
sort of important.

I think you'll find it
of interest...
Are you a reporter?

Yeah, yeah,
as a matter of fact I am.
I'm Jack McGee.

Where are you?

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

All right, go ahead,
you can put him through.
Hello.

DAVID: Dr. Robert Stanley?
Yes.

The service
said that this was
a police emergency.

Yes, that's correct.
My name is Dr. Johnson,

I'm working with
the Ocean Palisades
Police Department

on the Tom Wallace case.

Yes, Doctor.
How can I be of service?

Well, Doctor,
we're working up

a psychological profile
on Mr. Wallace

to try to predict,
you know, what he might do,
where he might go.

Well, I'm afraid we'd just
begun to run our tests
when he left the hospital.

There's nothing definite.

Strong delusions, paranoia,
possible schizophrenia,
but nothing conclusive.

What about
electroshock treatments?

Shock treatments?

No, of course not. We...

We wouldn't really be able
to do that unless we were

absolutely sure
it was necessary.

You see,
we never really had a chance

to make a complete diagnosis
of Tom Wallace's condition.

Yeah, of course, of course.

Doctor, under stressful
conditions, he could be
considered violent.

Now, in your opinion,

do you think
that he's capable
of committing murder?

Well, Doctor...

OPERATOR:
Please deposit 25 cents
for the next three minutes.

Dr. Johnson,
I'd better return your call.

What's your number
at Police Headquarters?

Dr. Johnson?

You should've seen it,
Robert.

Much bigger than a man
and green.

It was bigger than a rhino.

You read the papers
yet today, Papa?

They're really
looking for you
and that other guy.

Well, they can
keep on looking.

I know, but if you
get locked up again,

you'll never
get the book done.

Genet did some of his
finest work in jail.

I know,
but it took him years.

I've been doing
some thinking, Robert.

Heavy thinking.
Cold, logical thought.
About the book, right, Papa?

About Kay and Dr. Stanley.

About what they tried
to do to me.

Come on, Papa.
Why would they want
to hurt you?

So they could be together.
So they could continue
their cheap affair.

Oh, they think I didn't know
how they'd steal moments
together.

But she visited you
every weekend
at the hospital.

Tactics.
Just smoke in my eyes.

But you don't know
that for sure.

Oh, I know, Robert. I know.

What are you
going to do with that?

M'Cola, you're my gun bearer.

You know
the nomenclature of the.45.

She's gas-operated,
semi-automatic.

The typewriter
is much heavier than a.45

but both are wonderfully
engineered.

The trouble with this machine
is it takes too long
to get results.

(HORN BLOWING)

He told me he was going to
kill his wife and doctor.

Why don't you tell us
where you are?

We'll come pick you up,
we'll talk. No hassles.

DAVID: Will you listen to me?
Tom Wallace is a violent man!

HARRY: Why don't you let us
worry about Mr. Wallace.

I'm trying to tell you
how violent he is.

Have you talked
to the State Hospital?

We understand your concern.

We are doing the best we can
under the circumstances.
We put a APB out on him.

We'll find him
sooner or later.

WOMAN ON POLICE RADIO:
David Baron, male, Caucasian,
mid-thirties, average height.

HARRY: Now why don't you
tell us about yourself,
Mr. Baron?

(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)

Forget it, he's gone.

Tom?

ROBERT: Look, I already
told you he's not here.

Well, I hope
you're telling the truth

because hiding him
is the one thing
that won't help.

You're with him
maybe five minutes

and you know
what's best for him,
huh?

Look, I never had much
in life, and I never will.

But when Tom's here,
it's like what they call
an ivory tower.

He's going to be
a famous writer someday,

and I'm going to be
somebody 'cause
I stuck with him.

Robert,
I'm telling you
that he's hallucinating.

He thinks that
he's Ernest Hemingway.

And he told me
that he's going to kill
his wife and doctor.

Look, he's okay.

He's just a little off
sometimes, that's all.

All writers are like that.
They're not like me
and you.

They got big imaginations,
you know?

They just talk a lot.
He won't do anything.

It's not just talk, Robert.

Damn it, I can't turn him in.
He's my friend.

Well, if you are his friend,
then you will tell the police.

TOM: Gentlemen.

Ramon, good to have you back.

The Land Rover's ready
and gear's packed.
Time to get moving, huh?

Come on,
we can start the safari.

(GUN FIRES)

(GUN COCKING)

No, it wasn't just enough
to send me away.

He had to take away
the only thing I had left.

They had to take away
my writing.

Burned it out of me.

Robert!

(GUN COCKING)

Clich� plot though,
isn't it? Old as the hills.

The faithless wife
the conniving psychiatrist,
the betrayed artist.

Robert!

(LAUGHS)

Burned it out of me.

Electrodes in my brain.

(SIGHING)

The talent.

It's gone.
The words, the style.

Pull, Robert! Pull!

(GUN FIRES)

(GUN COCKING)

Tom,

suppose it wasn't true.

Suppose you didn't have
shock treatments?

Oh, I know what happened.
I was there.

Me, not you.

The brain
is a marvelous instrument

but sometimes
to protect us it can...

It can throw up a wall.

DAVID: And those delusions,

those hallucinations,

become a reality.

(GUN FIRES)

My other gun, Robert. Quick!

The elephants
are gonna charge again.

You okay, Papa?

What are you seeing?

It's green. It's...

something like...
It's a man.

I think it was a man.

Huge.

(GUN FIRES)

Tom?

Oh, my God.

What's happening to me?

DAVID: Tom, the elephants
are a reality.

The green creature
is a reality, but not here.

No, not now.

Ernest Hemingway
did have shock treatments.

Tom Wallace did not.

My wife

and my doctor.

They're together now.

Tom!

No, Ramon.

I can't trust you anymore.

I hope he's all right.

Do you know
where he's going?

No.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Look, his Hemingway
hallucinations and his
delusions about his wife

and the doctor
have finally come together.

Now, you can't
protect him

because your friend Tom
doesn't exist anymore.

He's just working through
one of his stories.

No, no.
He's on his way
to commit murder.

Now, you have to tell me
where he's going.

I have to get there
before he does.

I can't.

He'll be all right.

You know how Ernest
Hemingway died?

He put a gun in his mouth

and he pulled
the trigger.

Now you've got to tell me
where he's going.

Thanks very much.
I appreciate the ride.

I was afraid I wouldn't
get here in time.

Tom's on his way over
to kill both of you.

You've got to leave
before he gets here.

Too late, Ramon.
I told you
they'd be together.

You were wrong, Ramon.
Dead wrong.

I'm not afraid
to use this gun.

(SIRENS WAILING)
Nobody moves! Nobody talks!

Has he talked
to you yet?

Nothing.
He's holed up tight.

I think it's time
to start the show.

Not yet, Mathews,
the gas can wait.

What are you gonna do?
You promised
you wouldn't hurt him.

Don't worry...
we don't want to
hurt your friend.

(MAN CHATTERING
ON POLICE RADIO)

(MAN SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Roberto has turned us in.

Tom Wallace,
will you please respond?

Tom, listen...

Be quiet. Just be quiet.

Tom Wallace.
This is Deputy Chief
Harry Simon. Do you hear me?

Sure, I hear.

Yo comprendo.

(MAN SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Chief.

I don't have time
for an interview, buddy.
Get back over there.

All right,
just tell me who's
inside there with him?

His wife, his doctor
and the guy he escaped with.

These hallucinations
are typical.

He's showing all the symptoms
of a paranoid schizophrenic.

But the headaches seem real
and they're getting worse.

Couldn't the symptoms,
all of them,

the hallucinations,
the temporal pressure...

couldn't that be evidence
of physiological disorder?

Tumor?
DAVID: Yes.

KAY: None of this matters.
What's important now is that
we get him out of here.

I said be quiet
and I meant it.

SIMON ON LOUDSPEAKER:
Tom, can you hear me?

(MAN SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Look at that.
Every federale on the island.

Tom, this is not a story.
Those are real guns.

Listen to me.

I came here like you asked
in the letter that you left
in the park.

Now please, let me help you.

Look, you don't have to
go back to the hospital if...

Why did you do it?

Why did you
take my writing away?

You and him.
Tom, please.

SIMON ON LOUDSPEAKER:
Tom Wallace,
will you please respond?

Come out
with your hands up!

(ROARS)

All right, everybody,
we've had it down here.

Get topside
with the rest of the crew.

I'll keep her afloat
as long as I can.
Come on, let's go.

Let's move now, come on.
I'm not leaving.

Now!

He's sick.
He wouldn't hurt anyone.
This is his doctor.

Hey.
Yes, I'm Dr. Stanley,
all right.

I told you
to stay out of here.

You don't understand.
That man on the boat
the one with Wallace,

that's the creature,
that's the Hulk.

You're not too bright,
are you,
coming back down here?

Tom Wallace,

you have one minute
to come out of there.

Do you hear me?
One minute.

I wanted to kill them
but... But I couldn't.

Tom...

Tom, that's a good sign,
a sign that you can be helped.

You're not a murderer, Tom.

If you give yourself up,

you'll get
the kind of treatment

that you really need.

They're never gonna send me
back to that place. Never.

If you go out there

with that in your hand

they're going to open fire.

I don't think so.

I've still got
one hostage left.

No, Tom, no.

TOM: Shut up.

Someone's coming.

Tom, don't make me do this.

Now.

(HISSING)

(COUGHING)

(ROARING)

Look at that thing.
I don't believe it.

HARRY: Mrs. Wallace,
stay back!

Tom.

Don't kill it.

MAN: I'll get him.

Don't!

(GUN FIRES)

Get him out of here.

(ROARING)

Where's he going?

Stop him!
He's getting away!

Oh, it's okay, Tom.
It's okay.

The man who escaped
with Tom,

the one that the police
are still searching for,

seems to have actually
known what he
was talking about.

It was a benign tumor.
Amazing.

Yes.

And he was very dark,
black hair.

I'll see you later.
See you, Bob.

Bye, Bob.
Wait a minute.
Black hair?

You sure about that?
He was a big-boned man

with thick eyebrows,
real thick.

No, it's wrong.
It's all wrong.

Listen, Tom, I know this man
well enough to know

you're not even close
with that description.

Mr. McGee,
I'm recuperating
from brain surgery.

Everything is still
a little cloudy.

I really appreciate
your holding onto this
for me, Robert.

Oh, glad to.
You know, I didn't think
I'd ever see you again.

Lucky for you that creature
made an appearance
when he did.

He gave you the cover
to get away.

Well, I have to...
I have to get moving.

Yeah, right. The cops might
show up, or the newspapers.

They want to interview me.

Oh, I know.

You're famous now, Robert.

Take good care of Tom.

Oh, he's gonna be fine.
You'll see.

One of these days
he's gonna get that book
published. You'll see.

Goodbye, my friend.