All language subtitles for Interview with the Hulk

You're
Dr. David Banner.

No, I'm not.
Oh, yes, you are.

I want your story.

(HULK ROARS)

You're almost describing
an animal.

I'm describing the creature's
primal state,

which takes over whenever
there are moments
of great anger.

How would you like to shoot
some film of the Hulk

for the 6:00 news?

(ROARS)

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, let's break
for lunch.

Lunch, everybody.

McGEE: Fletcher, we have
to share this closet

till they finish remodeling,

so could you please refrain
from polluting our air?

FLETCHER:
Oh, stop yelling.

You ever heard
of noise pollution?

I think it's worse
than my smoking.

Fletcher, nothing is worse
than your smoking.

Except maybe my spending
$500 to quit smoking.

McGee, they've stopped
hammering.

You can quit screaming.

(LOUDLY)
I am...

(LOWERING VOICE)
...not

screaming.

You know, I think
I could like this job,

if I could only get used
to the mental cruelty.

Oh, Fletcher, why don't you
just be quiet and finish
your story?

What do you got this week?

"The Hidden Diseases
In Your Rug."

Sounds like a shoe-in
for the Pulitzer.

Oh, stop sniping, just because
your Hulk has disappeared.

He didn't disappear.

He just hasn't been seen
for a couple of months.

Yeah, it's hard to see
something that's not there.

Fletcher, you just
do your story,

and let me do mine, okay?

Yeah, my story, my story.

(GRUNTING)

Roberts knows what I can do.

I'm 46 years old,
I'm on probation.

Say, uh,

have you got a match?

(STAMMERING)

Excuse me.

I hate to break up
the flow of creative genius,

but I need to talk
with you, Jack.

Thank you.

Come on.

Now, Mark, what is he,
my punishment for exceeding
last month's expense account?

How did you guess?

(SIGHING) How long till
I'm rid of him?

MARK: Maybe sooner
than you think.

Unless he gets
his act together.

Steinhauer's not sure
he can still cut it,
you know.

He's putting a lot
of pressure on
Fletcher to produce,

and fast, so you quit
worrying about him.

Have I got an assignment
for you.

Oh, Mark.

Quintuplets were born
last night on the South Side.

Now that's the kind of story
The Register does best.

It's timely...
Timely...

BOTH: It has heart.

Mark,

you really want me
to drop the Hulk

for five ankle-biters
whose only distinction is
that they're born in volume?

(LAUGHING)

Precisely.

Aw, give me a break.

Wait a minute,
if you want,

I'll just tell Steinhauer
that you're too busy.

No. No, no, no,
it's all right.

But you have got
to promise
you'll let me loose

the minute they sight
the Hulk again.

MARK: And you'll have
the scoop of the decade

and the New York Times
begging for your byline.

Believe me, Mark.
The Hulk story is going
to pay off some of these days.

Some of these days,
some of these days.

What about now, huh?

Right now, I'm gonna
buy your lunch, okay?

Lunch sounds
good. Okay.

Let's go.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Oh.

Hello.

OPERATOR: Call for McGee.
Is he there?

No. He's not here.
Tell her to call back.

It's collect, long distance.

Operator, wait a minute.

She says it's urgent.

What does she want?

She claims she saw the Hulk.

Does she sound like a kook?

Not compared to some
of the crazies who call.

All right, I'll accept
the charges.
Go ahead, ma'am.

STELLA: Thank you
kindly, operator.

Hello, this is Jack McGee.

Mr. McGee, we've never met,
but I'm a big fan of yours.

I'm calling to tell you that
I think I've seen this, um...

A Hulk you write about.

Hey, where are you
calling from?

Atlanta, Georgia.

All right, um...

What's your name?

Verdugo.

Miss Stella Verdugo.

And your address?

4251 Wayflower Avenue,
apartment 3C.

Listen, Miss Verdugo,
I'm gonna catch
the next plane to Atlanta.

I'm waiting, Mr. McGee.

Bye-bye.
Goodbye.

I just don't understand
how you couldn't have
seen something.

You were the only man
out here.

What makes a hole that size
that nobody sees or hears?

And what am I gonna tell
Mr. Fischmann?

Why don't you just
tell him the truth?

Tell him you don't know.

Butler, I'm sure sorry you're
leaving. You're a good worker.

Hope it's got nothing
to do with this mess.

Well, this mess is
partly my responsibility
to help clean up.

Better get to it.

MAN: Hey,
coming through here.

Make way for the man
with the load.

Wow.

Ernest Hemingway has
gone to lunch.

Oh, give him
a chance, Jack,
will you?

Mmm-mmm,
bread and butter.

You know, Emerson Fletcher
was the best.

Remember his story on
the Salk vaccine?
That was a milestone.

(SIGHING)

He could take the most
complex science story

and make a fifth grader
understand it.

Seen any of
his recent stuff?

He knows
he's losing it.

You know,
it's eating him
up inside.

Emmy is bitter.
He's a bitter man.
The guy is bitter.

He has a right to be.
Losing a daughter
will do that to you.

(SIGHING) True.

Uh-oh.

What's this?

"Urgent family business,
Fletcher."

Another excuse to
miss a deadline?

I'll deal with Fletcher.

Hey, you've got a story
to get out.

"The Quints That Ate Chicago."

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHING)
You can do it.

Thanks for lunch.

(CHUCKLING)
Okay.

MELLON ON TV:
I know you're lost.

And I know you need help.

And I'll send it
to you, COD.

Reverend Mellon's Miracle Kit
belongs in your home.

It's only $9.95 for the record
or $12.95 for the eight-track
stereo or cassette.

Write me today
at Post Office Box 5.
STELLA: Just a minute.

Hello, Miss Verdugo.

I'm Jack McGee.

My, that was fast.

Well, the miracle
of jet travel.

Oh, well, come on in,
Mr. McGee.

You don't look nothing
like your picture.

I was ill when
it was taken.

But I am Jack McGee.

Well, make yourself
at home, Mr. McGee.

Thank you.

Lemonade?

Sounds fine.

I've been reading your paper
ever since it began,
Mr. McGee.

Especially lately,
all those stories
about the Hulk.

I never thought I'd be
the one to get the reward.

I'm truly flabbergasted.

Well, thank you.

Tell me, Miss Verdugo,
exactly what you remember
about yesterday.

I'd returned home
from the market

and I just happened to
see this fellow down there
in the loading dock.

Hmm.

I was using these.

It's not that I'm the prying
kind, you understand.

It's just, he looked as if
he'd been hurt and I thought
I should get a closer look.

I mean, you understand?

Oh, yes, I understand.

Well, he was there
all by himself,

loading this large crate,

and then suddenly it fell
on him and then it happened.

Well, he changed.

(STAMMERING)
He turned green,

and he got huge,

and his shirt all split,
and then he roared.

(ROARING)

It was terrifying.

And beautiful in a way.

Well, what did he do then?

Oh.

Have you ever seen
a tornado, Mr. McGee?

This man who became
the Hulk, could you
describe him?

I don't have to describe him,
there he is.

The one in the blue shirt.

Use these.

Oh, my God.

It's Dr. David Banner.

He's alive.

Charlie, Emerson Fletcher.

Are you still
a starving stringer?

How would you like to shoot
some film of the Hulk

for the 6:00 news?

Yes?

Oh, my name is Fletcher.

I'm a writer.

The Journal
of American Science.

Emerson Fletcher?
Yes.

I want your story.

There must be some mistake.
If you'll excuse me.

Oh, no, no. No, no.
There's no mistake.

You're Dr. David Banner.

No, I'm not.
Oh, yes, you are.

Doctor, I wanna
talk with you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Fletcher,
we have nothing to talk about.

Look, if you let me in,

give me a chance
to explain myself to you...

I won't reveal
your true identity.

But if you don't
talk with me,

I'll be forced to go
to the authorities,

and I'm sure they'll
be very interested in
talking with a dead man.

Thank you.

So, this is how
you get your stories.

Oh, no, this isn't
my usual style,

but I need this interview
and I think it can
help you, too.

If you really wanna help me,
you can get out of here
right now and leave me alone.

The scientific world
deserves the real story,

not some exploitive expos�

in a gossip rag.

What's the point?

The point is that your story
will be read by the very
people that can help you.

Your colleagues in
the scientific community.

The facts, I am sure,

will stimulate research
towards a possible cure.

Don't you realize that
a wealth of resources
will become available to you?

That's conjecture.

Well, my experience
tells me that

your associates will
rally to your assistance.

I, of course, will go along
with whatever appropriate
conditions that you require.

No pictures,

and your identity
shall be protected.

Hmm.

How can I believe you?

Well, I have a reputation
of telling the truth.

Do we have an agreement?

All right,

but I get absolute approval
of the story before
it's published.

Oh, yes,
it's your story.

(TOOLS WHIRRING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

McGee.

Oh, hello, Doctor.
How does it feel
to be famous?

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, I'll bet.

Let me write it down,
how's...

How are all five little...

Good. Good.

And the happy mother,
how is she?

(CHUCKLING) Yeah, well,
we were all surprised.

Can you slow down a little,
Doc? I'm trying to find
a notepad here.

Uh...

Look, Doc,
can I call you back?

Hi.

(EXCLAIMING)
Come in. Come in.
Don't stand on ceremony.

My door is
always open, Jack.

Mark...
Mark, Mark...
How are the quintuplets?

Do you have any idea
where Emerson Fletcher
might possibly be?

Probably at home
with his wife.

His wife's not even in town.

Did you put him out
on assignment?

No, I didn't put him
on an assignment.
What assignment?

That's what I wanna know,
because wherever he is,

he has got my Hulk file.

What would he want with that?

I asked myself that
same question.

The only answer
I can come up with

is somebody somewhere
has seen the Hulk.

Oh, come on, Jack,
sit down and relax,
will you?

He doesn't even believe
in the Hulk.

I think that
he just got converted.

DAVID: I really believed
it was my fault.

I've never felt so helpless.

Why do you blame yourself
for your wife's death?

You just told me it was
physically impossible
to save her.

But there are
exceptions.

How do you explain
the actions of a mother

so desperate for the
safety of her own child

she is capable of
lifting a car off of him?

Now, to a layman,
that would be a miracle.

YOUNG GIRL: Daddy.

Daddy.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I became obsessed
with finding the key

to the inner strength
that all people have.

Were you successful?

No.

Well, at least
not at first.

You see, Elaina and I...
That's my colleague,

Dr. Elaina Marks.

We tested people
who had experienced

abnormal strength during
periods of extreme stress.

And we discovered that
every subject demonstrated
that strength

during periods of high-level
gamma activity from the sun.

Mmm-hmm.
What did you do then?

I decided to expose myself
to high-level gamma radiation,

to try to duplicate
their phenomena.

What safeguards
did you utilize?

Oh, the usual.

I only made one mistake.

I didn't take human error
into account.

Now, I had regulated
my intake very precisely,

but the machine itself
was not calibrated properly

and I accidentally absorbed
over two million units
of gamma.

You're lucky you're alive.

Well, what about
the side effects?

There were none.
At least, not at first.

But as I was driving home
that night,

it was a terrible evening,
it was raining and I had
a blow out.

I was having a very difficult
time changing the tire,
and then I...

I scraped my hand.

(SCREAMING)

I got very angry.

FLETCHER: What happened?

I don't know.

I never know. I...

I blacked out.

The next day,
the police found the car.

It was in the bottom
of a ditch and it was

demolished.

So, Elaina and I decided
to try and recreate
the circumstances,

but this time in a laboratory
under controlled conditions.

I mean, the rain
and the lightning.

Well,
did it work?

No. No, not the way
we thought it would.

It was very, very late,

and I fell into
a restless sleep.

(SCREECHING)

I couldn't forget
the accident with Laura.

Elaina must've sensed
something was wrong.

Dr. Banner began rapid eye
movement, indicating
dream state.

Considerable agitation
and heavy increase in
both GSR and EEG responses.

Especially the beta frequency.

I think he's having
a nightmare.

(SCREAMING)

There seems to be some
malfunction in the EEG.

Dr. Banner himself has...

(SCREAMING)

(ROARS)

David.

He has just smashed
the control console.

Now he's reaching for
the steam pipe.

Two inches of steel.
He's ripped that out.

Now he's trying to get
through the first hatch.

The locking wheel
has broken off, it can't
get through the hatch.

(POUNDING)

(ROARS)

It seems to be driven
by this blind rage
to escape.

I think it's going to.

Oh, no.

Elaina told me later
what I...

What the creature had done.

I felt so

helpless, so powerless.

Daddy, make it
stop hurting.

Make it stop hurting.

Hmm?
Are you all right?

Oh, mmm-hmm.

(SIGHING)

Judy, it's Jack, again.

Listen,

are you sure that Fletcher
didn't get any calls
here yesterday?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Okay, well, how about
calls to this office?

Only one, and that was
for you.
Me?

Yeah, at 12:15.
I didn't get any...

Didn't Fletcher tell you
about your collect call
from Atlanta?

No, he didn't,
not a word.

Well, you got a pencil handy?
I'll give you the name.

Yeah, sure, shoot.

Stella...
Stella...

... Verdugo.

...Verdugo.

Who the hell
is Stella Verdugo?

Sorry, Jack,
I don't know.

No. No, it's fine.

Judy, do me a favor.

Would you call
the phone company?

Let's see if we can
trace this one.

Okay, Jack.

Thanks.

It seems our friend
picked up a travel
voucher for $160,

which I did
not authorize.

(SIGHING) Well, he's smart.
He left the destination blank.

Signing my name was not smart.

Let's call the cops.
Wait a minute.

Well, you're into a forgery
matter here, Mark.

Just a minute.
That's the kind of publicity
The Register does not need.

Okay, look at it this way.

How far can he go on $160?

How far? How far?
How do I know?

You're the investigative
reporter. You find him.

Me?

After the explosion
at the lab, I ran.

I haven't stopped since.

And I can't.

Not until I find a cure.

DOCTOR: We're doing everything
that's humanly possible.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

DOCTOR:
There is no known cure.

(ECHOING)

DAVID: Then I heard about
Dr. Caroline Fields in Hawaii,

who was doing research
with hypnosis in therapy.

I remember reading
about her work.

She had a high cure rate.

Yes.

With two exceptions.

She and I.

Oh, I'm sorry.

She had a terminal illness.

We had no illusions,

but did decide
to collaborate

to help each other.

We were married the week
before she died.

A hurricane had hit
the islands.

(GROANING)

I had to get her
to the hospital.

(LOUDER GROANING)

She was in
such terrible pain.

It was more than
she could bear.

David!

Oh, David!

Carol!

Carol!

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

Carol! Carol!

(CAROLINE GROANING)

At least we never gave up

trying.

(EXHALING)

She died in my arms.

YOUNG GIRL: Daddy,
I wanna go home.

Oh, sweetheart.
Daddy?

You'll go home.
Daddy, please.

I wanna go home.

Soon.

I think we both
need a break.

Do you mind if I, uh,

go outside and
get some fresh air?

No. No, go ahead.

Wait.

I'd like to thank you.

This has been

bottled up inside me
for such a long time.

It's such a relief to

be able to tell someone that
understands technically

and still has sensitivity

and compassion.

This must be very
difficult for you.

Mr. McGee.

Yoo-hoo, Mr. McGee.

You haven't forgotten
our little arrangement?

No, Miss Verdugo,
I haven't forgotten
our little arrangement.

Frankly, I'd have thought
you'd been able to catch
the Hulk by now.

I almost deposited you
at his door.

I'm surprised a woman
of such infinite charm

has so little patience.

Your fulsome praise doesn't
deceive me, Mr. McGee.

I'm no fool.
Neither am I.

I assure you, Miss Verdugo,
you'll get your reward.

My paper is not in the habit
of cheating sweet,
little old ladies.

Goodbye, Mr. McGee.

And then I experimented
with every kind of serum,

trying to find an antidote
to prevent my metamorphosis.

I thought I could control
the creature by reducing
the brain's primal impulses,

so I injected myself in hopes
of building up the brain's
intellectual capabilities.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

The primal side became
totally predominate,

altering the character
of both me and the creature.

The only comforting thought
I've had throughout
this three-year ordeal,

however tenuous it may be,

is that the creature
would not kill because
I would not kill.

But this time,
it could have been different.

Fortunately, the dark side
Hulk was unsuccessful,

and I later found
an antidote to the serum,

and the creature's behavior
returned to normal.

What about the creature's
destructive nature,

which has been
so widely reported?

Well, from what I can gather,
the creature has never

wantonly destroyed anything
or seriously hurt anybody.

Apparently, he is motivated

to deal with whatever
frustrates or angers me.

And I can't tell you
what it's like

every time I...

Come back,

wondering,
"What has he done?"

You're almost describing
an animal.

In a way, I am.

I'm describing
the creature's primal state,

which takes over
whenever there are
moments of great anger.

But he seems to be
pure instinct,

without reason
or intellectual understanding.

Total innocence,
like a child.

But because of
his immense strength,

people confuse his motives.

(CHUCKLING)

You never read about
his human side.

Monsters sell papers.

Which is exactly
why I don't trust reporters,

present company excepted.

But reporters like Jack McGee.

Ever since that day
in the cemetery,

I knew I would always be
just a story to him.

It appeared that no one
survived the lab explosion
except the creature,

so McGee assumed that
it had killed Elaina

and David Banner.

That's why he continues
chasing the creature and me,

his John Doe.

Part of me died that day.

Fletcher?

Fletcher.

I'm sorry.

I've been running, too.
The circumstances
don't matter.

Sometimes running
doesn't get you
very far, does it?

(SIGHING)

Emerson?

Excuse me.

I was thinking of
something else.

Shall we continue?

Yeah.

OPERATOR: National Register.

I wanna speak to
Jack McGee's boss.

Who did you say, ma'am?

To Jack McGee's boss!

One moment, please.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello.
STELLA: Hello, is this
Mr. Mark Roberts?

No, it's not Mark Roberts,
I'm...
I'm calling from Atlanta

about your Jack McGee.

Look, lady, you wanna take
a deep breath here?
He promised me that I'd get
the $10,000 reward!

I can't understand a word
you're saying.

I said that Jack McGee
is taking advantage

of one of your most
faithful readers.

Well fine, but it just happens
that I am Jack McGee,

and I haven't been in
Atlanta for seven years.

So why don't you just
settle down and start from...

Your newspaper's cheating
me out of what's
rightfully mine, sir.

And that's just about
the lowest thing that one
human being can do to another.

Well, what's your name?
Stella.

Stella?
Verdugo.

Stella Verdugo?

Uh, yeah, address?

4251 Wayflower Avenue,

apartment 3C.

Yeah, okay, listen,
Stella, do me a favor.

You stay right
where you are. Okay?

I'm gonna take
the next flight to Atlanta.

And you swear I'll get
the reward if you
catch the Hulk?

Yeah. I promise.

Oh, it's lovely doing
business with a true
gentleman.

You know, you asked me
what I was doing these
last couple of years.

Did you ever read
an article that I wrote

about a radical cure
for cystic fibrosis?

Hmm. Yes, yes.

As a matter of fact,
I remember there was quite a
bit of controversy about that.

Yes, I faced the acid test
of its worth.

You see, my little girl had
cystic fibrosis,

and as you know,
there's no known cure.

I wanted to change that
for her, so I volunteered
her for this new treatment.

I knew it was a gamble,
but I was very optimistic.

And you lost.

Lisa was only eight.

(SIGHING)

You know, when I first
came to your door,

I didn't know what to
make out of this Hulk.

After all, a large green man
running amok is not exactly
my kind of story.

But I believe
in you, Doctor,

and I'm gonna help you.

Where are you going?

To help.

Stella Verdugo?

You're Jack McGee.

The one and only.

Please, come in.

ANSWERING MACHINE:
Hello, this is
Charlie Jameson.

(SIGHING)
I'm out on assignment now,

but I don't wanna
miss your call.

So when you hear the tone,
please...

I just knew
that man wasn't you.

Is this him?

I just knew that the real
Jack McGee couldn't
be so deceitful about

something that was
rightfully mine.

You mean the reward?

Well, that's conditional

upon capture of the Hulk.

How do you expect to
do that, Mr. McGee?

I mean,
not to be disparaging,

but you're not exactly
Mr. Charles Atlas.

(CHUCKLES)
Well, there's this.

(GASPING)
It's all right,
it's a dart gun.

It shoots an animal
tranquilizer.

It's just meant
to paralyze it
temporarily.

Oh.

I see. What about the...

Money?

(SOFT CHUCKLING)

All right.

This check's made out
in the amount of $10,000.

All that's missing
is a signature.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Something wrong?

(SIGHING)

What's the matter?

Oh, Doctor, I have
a confession to make.

Yes?

After my daughter's death,

it was difficult
for me to work.

I lost my credibility
and I just about gave up.

Now, I'm trying
to write again, for myself,
for my marriage.

I took the only job
I could get.

A newspaper offered me
a fresh start.

I was hoping your story would
restore my respectability.

Yes.

Well, I'm not proud
of what I've done.

See, I work for
The National Register.

But I intend keeping
my promises to you.

Mr. Fletcher,

these
are my tapes.

You can't go out there.
There's a TV news crew
on the way.

What are you
talking about?

How in the hell
could you...

John.

John, open up.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Look, Stella,
call the police.

Tell them that
we have trapped
a wanted criminal.

McGEE: John!

Come on, John,
before that news crew
out there

turns you into
the 6:00 freak show.

Mr. McGee, could you
possibly spare a dime?

(STAMMERS)

McGEE: John!

Hurry! Hurry!

McGEE: Get out of my way!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Let go of me.

Fletcher, are you crazy?

(HULK ROARING)

(GASPING)
Oh, my.

(ROARS)

(ROARS)

Up there, Charlie!
Get it!

REPORTER: Look at that thing!

(ROARS)

REPORTER: Careful,
Charlie, careful...

(JAMMING)

(ROARS)

(ROARS)

Get down!

(GRUNTING)

Oh, my.

Do be careful,
Mr. McGee.

(ROARS)

(ROARS)

(STELLA SCREAMING)

Let's go.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.
Oh, my.
Oh, my.

Now, Mr. McGee,
about the reward.

Does this count
as capture?

No.

STELLA: Well then, Mr. McGee,
perhaps you'd consider
a partial reward?

No.

Well, still,
it was beautiful.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, yeah, Stella,
it's always beautiful.

McGEE: Fletcher,
what did he tell you?

He didn't tell me
anything.

Oh, come on, you spent
two days alone with the man
who turns into the Hulk.

Now who is he?
What did he say?

No, our conversations
are privileged information.

But it's my information.

It's my story.
Now come on, Fletcher.

I think you owe me.

I owe him.

(SIGHING)