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Run! Run, mister!

Nobody is going to believe you
if you keep breaking the law.

All right,
come on out, Floyd!

(GUNS FIRING)

Your paper's
got to be thrilled.

A shoot 'em up
and a monster besides.

Westco's gotta pay for
what they did to my father.

DAVID: You're gonna die
at that refinery.

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)

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

I'm doing it, Pa.

I'm doing it the only way
I know how.

There it is. That'll be
three dollars now.

Thank you, kindly.

You tell Mary-Lou
I said howdy, you hear?

Hello there.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to use
your bathroom.

Our facilities are usually
just for customers.

Uh-huh.

Yeah. Okay.

Thank you.

Hi there.
Howdy.

Fill her up?
Yeah.

Howdy.

Hey, what do you think
you're doing?

Don't move, mister.

Now why don't you just
take a walk up the road.

Keep on walking
and don't turn back.

Come on, honey.
Come on.

Run! Run, mister!

Ray! He's hurt!
He's hurt!

We can't leave him!

Hurry, Ray!

Cassie, get his bag!

Mark, come on, now.
This time I'm right
on the Hulk's tail.

Don't pull me off of that
and stick me on

some local
Bonnie and Clyde story,

that's never gonna be
anything more than filler.
I've...

Yeah, well, Mark, just because
I happen to be in the area

doesn't necessarily mean
I'm the right guy for the job.

You know what I'm saying?

I mean, why don't you try
giving this to Henderson.
It sounds like his kind...

Yeah, but...

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

Yeah.

All right.

I guess I'm it.
Give it to me again.

Yeah, Westco's Industries.
I've got that.

Ben Madrid.

Like Spain?

Okay.

Head of Securities.

Yeah, Mark, I'll play it up
real big. Sure.

Yeah. Big.

Real big.

SHERIFF: This is
the most recent station
that Ray Floyd has blown up.

And as you can see, gentlemen,

Floyd's leaving a trail
as plain as a spinster
with marriage on her mind.

We'll run out of gas stations,
for Floyd to blow up.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Jokes aside, Sheriff.
When are you gonna
get this kid?

Well, I'll let Ben Madrid,

Security Chief at Westco Oil
answer that.

I intend to continue...

I mean to say

the Sheriff and his men,
with the assistance
of Westco,

will continue
to man the roadblocks
sealing the county.

The remaining Westco stations
in this area will be
staked out

and we'll wait for a break.

Phone for you, sir.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

What roadblocks is he
talking about, Sheriff?

SHERIFF: You know,
we can't tell you all that.
That's privileged information.

But I can tell ya
it's gonna be
in this area right up here.

MADRID: Who is it?
MAN: It's Mr. Fielding,
calling from his office.

Madrid here.

FIELDING: I hope, Ben, that
the reason you haven't called

is because you've got
everything under control.

He just hit another station.
Outside Shepley.

And he got away again?

Yes, sir.

I think this thing is getting
a little too big for you
to handle on your own.

Mr. Fielding, sir.

The last time you said that,
a man was killed
unnecessarily.

Give me now
what I wanted then,

just a couple more days
and I'll bring
those two kids in.

Now listen, Ben.

Ray Floyd's gonna
cost us more than just
a couple of gas stations.

The press is starting
to move in.

I can handle the papers, too.

I'm sure you can, Ben.

But I think I should be there
just to back you up.

Yes, sir.

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

(GROANING)

How do you feel, mister?
Are you all right?

(GROANS)

Yeah, I think so.

Well, you couldn't feel
any worse than me.

Driving just don't agree
with me, you know.

I didn't think
you'd ever wake up.

You took a real bad fall.

Yeah.

That's just my husband, Ray.

He saved your life.

Yeah. He also blew up
a gas station.

That's right, mister.

Why would anybody
blow up a gas station?

I've got my reasons.

Ain't nobody getting killed.

I know what I'm doing,
and I don't make mistakes.

Yeah.

My name is Cassie, mister.
Cassie Floyd.

And I'm just as sorry
as I can be
about this accident.

Look, honey, you don't gotta
apologize to this guy,
you know, because

if it wasn't for you and me
he'd be well-done right now.

It still don't hurt
to say we're sorry.

What's your name, mister?

David Brennan.

Apologize to David, Ray.

I'm sorry.

Well, why don't you just get
your stuff and move on now?

What are you going to do?

Probably the same thing
you are, just move on.

Okay. Well.

Good luck.

Same to you.

HANK: Shh.
I think I see him.

JED: Shouldn't we wait
for the sheriff?

No, it's Floyd all right.

(GUN FIRING)

(GUN FIRES)

We better tell the sheriff
there are three of them now.

CASSIE: Can we rest here?

I feel kind of bad.
Sick to my stomach.

RAY: Sure, honey. It's gonna
take a while to fix the car,

(GASPING)
And I know this place has
been deserted for years.

What is it you're
feeling, Cassie?

Hey, she just
got over the flu.

Cassie?
Why don't you just
get out of here?

Take your stuff and go,
that's what you wanted
to do in the first place.

Look, I have
some medical training.
Maybe I can help.

Ray, please...

You'll see.
We'll find those kids.

This is a respectable county.

The citizens don't much like
people running around
blowing up private property.

We got a whole slew
of volunteers

to help us bring them in.

(CHUCKLES)
Everyone's sort of
united, you know?

The company's sending down
that extra equipment.

Make sure your men
have covered Route 7
into Henderson.

That could be
their next stop.

Now where were we,

Mr. McGee?
Yeah.

You were telling me
how the Westco people

regard these kids
as nothing but a nuisance.

Right.

That seems hard to believe
considering the command-post
situation you got set up here.

Well, the army
is habit for me.

And yet my information
tells me that you
took an early retirement.

Westco pays a lot better
than the army.

I guess you could say
I did it for the money,
you know.

Look, I hate to
cut you short,

but I've got a little business
to attend to, okay?

Uh, one more thing.

Have you figured out yet
why Floyd is only hitting
Westco stations?

Why and how
doesn't concern me.

My responsibility is to
capture the two of them
before somebody gets hurt.

MAN: We know where
Floyd's hiding out.

The kid says
there's three of them
at the old Larson cabin.

RAY: We can move out
any time, the buggy's ready.

CASSIE: Let me rest just
another 10 minutes, honey.

Sure, baby.

She really needs to rest.

Yeah, well, we can't stop now.
We gotta keep moving.

She's extremely fatigued.
She's not gonna get any better
if you keep dragging around.

You think I like seeing
her like this, huh?
Sick, tired?

Then why don't you stop?

'Cause I've got
a schedule to keep.

Blowing up Westco stations?

That is right!

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I woke you.

Ray, why do you do it?

Westco killed my father.

I know what
happened, David.
Can't you see?

In the whole county
there was only three
independent stations left.

My daddy had flat turned down
their offer already.

Him and these other two guys,
they were gonna try to
stick it out, you know.

Well, then... Boom!

The next day
the other two guys sold out.

You're not gonna
prove anything by
blowing up gas stations.

All you're gonna do is
hurt yourself and Cassie.

David, there's nothing
else I can do!

Nobody, and I mean nobody,

is going to believe you
if you keep breaking the law.

Now, if what you say
about Westco is true

then what you're doing
is no better.

What are you saying, huh?

That I should go
turn myself in to
a police department

that is already
in Westco's pocket? No!

All right, if you
don't trust the police,
go to an attorney.

Let me tell you something,
David.

This, your country boy,
you see,

he already went
to an attorney.

One of the biggest and
the best in the whole county.

Sherman and Harris,
Attorneys at Law.

They wouldn't even
touch my case.

Fifty bucks
for an appointment

and they didn't even
wanna take my money.

Hey, there's no way that
you can ever understand this.

No way.

You weren't there.
You didn't see what happened.

You didn't see
what they did to my father.

You didn't see the station
going up in flames.

Tell him, Cassie, will you?
Tell him what I'm
talking about.

You're not with him,
are you?

I get it. I get it now.

Well, you know, you're wrong.

And you're wrong.

And I don't need
either one of you.

You've got everything on Floyd
that Bantam, my ace reporter,
could come up with.

Is that the entire file
on Ray Floyd?

That's it.

He wasn't much of a newsmaker
till he got his hands
on a few sticks of dynamite.

I've known Ray Floyd
since he was born.

He was a good kid.
Never caused his folks
a minute's grief.

How does his family
feel about him now?

Ray doesn't have any,
except the girl.

His mama died
when he was a boy,

and his daddy was just killed
a few months back.

Killed?

Yeah, his gas station,
out on the highway...

One night there was a fire...

Well, Floyd got caught
in the explosion.

Was it a Westco station?

No. Bill Floyd
was an independent.

Had Westco made him
an offer?

You metro reporters
assume big business
is always the bad guy.

Ray Floyd did not wake up
one lazy Sunday morning

and decide to start
blowing up Westco stations
just for the fun of it.

Well, I'm not gonna
take on the company

that almost single-handedly
supports this county.

If you and your paper want to
make a hero out of the boy,

you can do it
without my help.

I don't think
he'd like my style.

(GASPS)

All right,
come on out, Floyd!

We need this army?

Sure, there's
three of them now.

SHERIFF: Floyd!

What do we do, David?

Come out!

Do as the man says.

Floyd, put down your weapons
and come out.

Put down your weapons
and come out.

(COCKING RIFLE)

OFFICER: I swear
he just took a shot at me.

Just stay down!

Floyd's still in there!

Hold it!
Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!
We don't have any guns!

(SCREAMING)

David!

Cassie! Hold it
and stay down!

David, help me!
Fire, help!

(SHRIEKS)

Cassie!

David.

(GUNS FIRING)

(BULLETS WHIZZING)

(ROARING)

(SNARLING)

OFFICER: Dynamite! Run!

Well, boys,
what do you think?

DEL: That stuff's got
a kick like a mule.

Two mules!

(GROWLING)

I don't believe that.

Look at that.
What's he doing to that girl?

Hey! Get away from there!

I told you to
leave her alone!

(SNARLING)

Do something, Del.

WAYLON: Boys,
come on, now!

Whop him upside the head
there, boy.

(PANTING)
Go on, get back.

I'm warning you.

(GROANING)

Oh, Del!

(SCREAMING)

(ROARS)

DEL: Don't just stand there.
Do something!

Not me!

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

(GROANING)

Who put you up to it?

I was just doing my job.

Was it Fielding?

Get the hell out of here.

Mr. Madrid,

I was wondering if I could
have a few words with you

about the shootout,
and the fire,

and a green creature
that rescued Cassie Floyd.

Your paper's
got to be thrilled.

A shoot 'em up
and a monster besides.

Well,

you have to realize that
from the point of view
of quarry,

the Hulk is as real to me
as Ray Floyd is to you.

You're a good reporter, McGee.

What makes you work for a rag
like The National Register?

What makes you work
for a company like Westco?

All right, now...

This is gonna
hurt a bit, okay?

Hey, is she
gonna be all right?

I think so. It's a clean
entrance and exit wound.

I hope this stuff works
better than it tastes.

Okay...

Put your head through this.

Attagirl.

We've got to get her
to a doctor.

All right, come on now.

(GROANING)
Hey, come on,
let me do that.

Now, Cassie, listen.

The bleeding is stopped
but there's always
the danger of infection.

I'm gonna be fine.
Cassie, shut up, will you?

Now listen to David.
We gotta get you
to a hospital.

CASSIE: I'm not
leaving without you.

Cassie, I was crazy

to let you come with me
in the first place.

You're crazy if you're
gonna still try and
blow up that refinery.

Cassie, nothing is
gonna stop me from
blowing them tanks.

Nothing and nobody.

Not even you, honey.

All right.

But I'm your wife
and where you go, I go.

(SHUDDERING)

Cassie, you should
listen to Ray.

I'm not going to the hospital
without him.

As long as you're here,
I'll be okay.

I can't stay, Cassie,
I just can't.

Please, David.
I can't.

You could take care of me
just like you did back there.

I think I'm pregnant.

Cassie,

it's one thing to
threaten your own life,

it's quite something else
to threaten the life
of your baby.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

DAVID: Yeah, hello.
Is this the reporter

(STATIC INTERFERENCE)
Covering the story
on Ray Floyd and Westco?

Yeah, hello, I think we've
got a bad connection here.
It must be the storm.

I'm with Ray and
Cassie Floyd now,

and they need help
before there's more trouble.

What kind of trouble?

At the refinery.

You see, Ray is convinced
that Westco is responsible
for his father's death.

Listen, I can't
understand you.
Whose death?

His father.

Now, look,

I'm just trying
to convince Ray

that the press isn't going
to be one-sided on this issue.

Now, if I can get him
to come and talk to you,

will you listen to his story?

What about the refinery?

And what kind of trouble?

That's not important.

What?

I said that's not important!

Lmportant.

Look, I'll meet you there.

Bring Ray to the refinery.

Hello?

(DIAL TONE)

Hello!

Mr. Madrid, please.

David, what were you
doing out there?

I was talking
to a reporter, Ray.

I really believe you'll
get a fair trial if you
talk to the press first.

You'll have to tell them
your story, but they'll help.

I think it's a little
late for that.

You see,
Westco's gotta pay for
what they did to my father.

Did you tell the papers
I was gonna blow up
the refinery?

I told them
I'd call them first.

Well, you were wrong, David.

Blowing the Westco refinery
is only gonna prove

that everything they've
said about you is right.

You're gonna help them prove
that you are wrong

and you are going to go
to jail or even worse,

you're gonna die
at that refinery.

If it wasn't for Cassie,
I could let you walk away
from all of this.

But I need your help.

I need your help, David,

to make sure that Cassie
is going to be all right.

And if I don't cooperate?

Then we go alone.

It's as simple as that.

And I don't think
I'll be able to stop Cassie

from going along with me
all the way.

So that's it.

If anybody sees
anything unusual,
I want to know about it.

I heard the Floyd kid
was on his way.

I'm here strictly in a
supervisorial capacity, Ben.

You're still in charge.

Yeah.

Just like Bill Floyd.

Mr. Floyd's death
was unavoidable.

No way.

When you sent Spalding down
to torch Floyd's place,

you had to know
there was gonna be trouble.

You were in Dallas
on company business,
so I had to use another man.

I was in Dallas
on your orders.

Floyd was getting
ready to sell.

Once he came over,
we had the others
in our hip pocket.

Well, they sold out anyway.

And at a lower price.

Oh.

Well, I guess Floyd
didn't die in vain then.

Don't be so
self-righteous, Madrid.

You're just damn lucky
I'm keeping what I know
to myself.

Well, if you did tell anyone,

they'd subpoena my records.

Let's see, there was
that bribe you made
to a certain senator.

And that episode
down in Mexico.

And, you know,

that sheik never did
fully recover from
his wife's indiscretion.

But you know all about
these incidents.

That's right.

But like we used
to say in the army,

I was just following orders.

Orders.

(CHUCKLES)

You tell the police you were
just following orders.

When Floyd arrives,
I want you to use Spalding.

You can trust him
the same way I trust you.

McGee, I want you to
turn this car around
and get out of here.

Well, I admit I didn't have
an engraved invitation,

but then I didn't know
you were throwing a party.

Then what are you doing here?

My sources informed me
that you always go
where the action goes.

You got just
one job today.

Keep that reporter
out of the refinery.

You wouldn't want
to cheat your friend

out of a headline,
would you?

I don't want that man hurt.

If he got
in the line of fire...

David, get Cassie
to the hospital.

Cassie, I love you.

You don't have
to do this, Ray.

Yes, I do, honey.

What kind of a son would I be
if I stopped now?

It's not just the name,

it's what my father
meant to me.

I loved him.

Cassie, tell him.

(EXCLAIMS)
Tell me what, honey?

I'm gonna have our baby.

Now, Ray. Ray, listen to me.
You can still call
and tell that reporter.

Tell him your story.
He can help you.
It's not too late.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Yes, it is, David.

You take care of Cassie.

CASSIE: Ray, be careful!

Now lift your hands.

She's been shot!

(SHRIEKS)
Take her to a hospital!

David!

Hey, take it easy on her!
She's got hurt!

(SCREAMING)

Watch it.
She's pregnant!

David!

OFFICER: Look, we don't
want to hurt you, lady.
David!

Where is your husband?

David!

All right, looks like
Harry needs some help
with the girl.

Ray! Ray!

David!
All right, lady,
in the car.

It's over. It's over.

CASSIE: Ray! Ray!

David! David!

(GROWLING)

(GASPS) What?

(SHOUTING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

OFFICER: I don't believe it.

OFFICER: What is that thing?
Where did it come from?

(EXCLAIMS)

OFFICER 2:
Get on the horn to Madrid!

Madrid, Madrid.

This is Patrol 416.
Floyd got through.

All right, I'll be
right there. Miserable.

Floyd got through.

Well, let's go.
I'll take care of it.

I'll get the rifle.

(WHISPERING) You wanna
blow us all to hell?

I'll go around him.

WOMAN ON RADIO:
Okay, number Four.
Chopper on route.

Floyd.

Get up and step away
from that satchel.

Now turn around
real slowly.

Be smart, kid.

Put the dynamite down.

I never figured on
getting out of here alive.

And you won't either.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

(ROARS)

You crazy...

(BOTH GRUNTING)

MADRID: Dynamite.
He has the dynamite.

(EXCLAIMS)

Throw it! Throw it!
Throw it!

(GROWLS)

(SNARLING)

MAN ON PA: This is the police.

On the ground.
Do not move.

I repeat. Do not move.

MAN: Dispatch, coming down.
Madrid got one.

WOMAN: Roger.

FIELDING: What are you
waiting for? Kill him!

I'll see you never
work again, Madrid!

I think you're wrong
about that, Mr. Fielding.

You gonna have time
for that interview now,
Mr. Madrid?

MAN ON TV: Earlier today,
in testimony
before the Grand Jury,

Westco Industries'
security chief Ben Madrid

admitted his involvement
in numerous crimes
for that company.

His testimony implicated
John Fielding,
a Westco Vice President,

in political buy-offs,
extortion and murder.

Mr. Fielding was
unavailable for comment.

The Westco Board of Directors,
eager to clear
the company's name,

has offered to help Ben Madrid
with his defense.

Ray Floyd, whose vendetta
against Westco

led to the Grand Jury
investigation,

took time out
from the trial proceedings

to visit his wife
in the hospital.

The Floyds are expecting
their first child
in five months.

WOMAN ON INTERCOM:
Mr. Fielding?

Mr. Fielding, would you please
answer some of these calls?

Mr. Fielding?