All language subtitles for Proof Positive

As long as you're
on my payroll,

no matter what you
hear about the Hulk,
you don't touch it.

(PANTING)

You are obsessed
with this story to the
exclusion of all else.

McGEE: And I intend
to prove to you that
the Hulk does exist.

I've seen that thing.

This guy I work with,
he is the Hulk.

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)

(PANTING)

(GROWLING)

(PANTING)

Hey, boss.
Come in.

Send it in.

What is it?

Sorry to bother you,

but it's Jack McGee.

Is this personal
or professional?

No. Now look, Jack and I
can work out our personal
differences on our own.

We...
Good. I'm sorry.
Go on, go on.

Well, you gave him
that exclusive

with Senator Burley's
secretary, and...

Garland, Garland,
just a minute.

Now I've told you before
that I think that McGee is
the best man for that story.

Besides, you're a little
late because the interview
was last night.

It's later
than you think.

What do you mean?

Well, she was there,
ready to spill the
beans about her boss,

but Jack never made it.

She took the story
to LIMELIGHT.

I just got a phone call
from a friend of mine.

It's a great story, Mark.

A lot of very kinky stuff.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Get me Jack McGee.

Well, where is he?

And he hasn't checked in?

Call his place and see
if anything's wrong,
will you? Thanks.

Maybe he's out
chasing big green
men again, huh?

Just a minute.
We don't know
that for sure.

You know, this is the third
good story he's missed this
month because of the Hulk.

What's gotten
into him lately?

Everybody's noticed.

You know,
it's a good thing
Steinhauer isn't here.

When is he coming back?

Four months.

For a honeymoon?
Yeah.

Must be really crazy
about this one, huh?

(LAUGHING)

You know, I'm glad
he's finally giving you
the chance that you deserve.

You should be very
flattered that he's leaving
you in charge for so long.

Knock it off, Garland,
will you? He's not.

He's decided it's time
for the next generation
to learn the family business.

Here.

"In my absence,
all publisher's duties

"will be performed
by my daughter."

PATRICIA: I had
the layout department
draw up this graph for me.

We're bypassing
a large segment
of the American public.

Mmm-hmm.
Students, working women,
businessmen.

This is it?
Yes.

Oh, call Thayer back
and tell him to forget it.

I'll handle the others.

I thought we'd
get the employees
here involved,

run a contest
for a slogan,

we're changing our image,
that sort of thing.

I'll bet you
within two months

we can change this chart
completely without hurting
our circulation.

Yes.
Mark, they said you
want to speak to me?

No, not now.

They said urgent.

Oh, well, later,
in my office.

It's all right.
Mr. McGee, isn't it?

Yeah. You're
Steinhauer's girl...

Pat.

Patty, right.
Sure, sure.

You've changed.
It's been a while.

For the better,
I might add.

Meaning I wasn't
any good before?

No.

It's all right.
I wanted to talk
to you, Mr. McGee.

Oh, please,
Patty, call me Jack.

Please, Jack, call me
Miss Steinhauer.

For appearance's sake,
of course.

The period of adjustment
will be difficult
for a lot of people,

so let's keep it on
a professional basis until
we get used to each other.

Don't you agree,
gentlemen?

Well, I haven't
had a chance
to tell the staff yet.

I only received your
father's telegram
this morning.

Daddy means well,
but he isn't very
efficient.

It's necessary
to start out
with the understanding

that I'm not just
a figurehead here
at The Register.

There will be changes
that affect all of us,

but in the long run,
I think they'll be
for the best.

We can get a broader
readership base,

and at the same time keep
the American housewife,

who, by the way,
I think has been
highly underestimated.

What sort of changes?

I plan to increase
our circulation

and at the same time
put out a publication
to be proud of.

What sort of changes?

I don't like being
interrupted, Mr. McGee.

We're changing the
tone of The Register.

We're taking
out the trash.

No more fad diets,
no more predictions,
no more flying saucers,

unless they're spotted
by the Air Force.

We're going hard news
all the way.

McGEE: Terrific.
MARK: What?

Look, Jack, I don't
think you realize...

Now you'll still work
on some of your current
assignments.

This Senator's secretary,
for example. Great story.

I'd really like
to nail this guy.

Actually, I've got
a couple of very strong leads
on the Hulk, right now.

I'd like to stick with those.

Mr. McGee,
I thought you agreed.
We're dropping the Hulk.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Only hard news.

The Hulk is hard news.

The Hulk is no news.
He's pure fiction.

No, wrong. I've seen him.
I've seen what he can do.

Come on, Mr. McGee.

Look, baby, I think
that you're making a...

Don't patronize me,
Mr. McGee!

The Hulk is out.

Mark, talk to her.

(STAMMERS)

You're making a mistake.

Drop it, Mr. McGee.
I have made my decision.

Look, Miss Steinhauer,
I think if you just
hear me out...

I said drop it!

You may go now.

Oh, my God. Jack!

MURIEL: Mr. Roberts.
MARK: Yes.

Jack McGee's
on the edge of the roof.

What?

Call the fire department
and get the police.

And get a photographer
out there!

Mr. McGee?

What?

Why don't you come
away from the edge?

Edge?

Maybe I was
a little bit hasty.

I didn't realize
the Hulk meant
this much to you.

Oh...
PATRICIA: No!

I mean, let's talk about it.

PATRICIA: We're your friends.

You mean you
don't want me to...

Of course not.

Why shouldn't I?

We can solve
this together.

What'll you give me
if I don't jump?

The Hulk?

(CHUCKLES)

You don't even think
the Hulk is real.

If I can prove to you
that the Hulk exists,

will you let me
keep the story?

(SIGHS)

Yes. Now will you please
come away from the edge.

You gotta promise.

I promise. Now will you
please come away from there.

Mark, did you hear her?

I heard it. I heard it.

Thank you,
Mr. McGee.

Oh, hey, baby,
call me Jack.

I don't care if you
weren't going to jump!
You're still out of your mind!

Why else would you stand
on the ledge of a building?

Because it is the only place
around here that you're gonna
find a little privacy,

except the men's room
and that was occupied.

Look, I am not fighting this
Hulk thing for my health.

It's got three
strikes against it.

Go on.

First of all,
it doesn't take
a rocket scientist

to figure out that
this creature was born of
my father's vivid imagination

and your not-too-shabby
abilities as a reporter.

Gee, thanks.

And I intend
to prove to you that
the Hulk does exist.

Number two.

Secondly,
you haven't even come up
with anything new.

It's the same old stuff.
Hulk sighted, Hulk destroys,
Hulk disappears.

A good reporter

will only bring in
what he has actually
seen himself

or what witnesses,
reliable witnesses,
tell him.

So, number three.

Three. You are obsessed
with this story to the
exclusion of all else.

That's not true.

Oh, I have a file here
on stories that have
fallen by the wayside

while you're out
chasing fairytales.

Good old Garland.

Turn in his
own grandmother,
wouldn't he?

That's your whole argument
for point number three?

I don't know.

Maybe you're right.
Maybe I am obsessed
with it.

All I know is that this
is the most important thing
that's ever happened to me

and that I've got
to stay with it.

Why?

I don't know.

Besides, it doesn't
really matter, does it?

I mean, you made me
a promise, didn't you?

You told me that
I could stay on the story.

If you can prove
that the Hulk exists.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.
"Lf." Sure.

Sometimes I forget
just how ridiculous

this whole thing must
sound to an outsider.

In the beginning,
I didn't really believe
the thing myself

when I first heard about it.

McGEE: I mean, reports
of a giant green creature.

But I was assigned
to the story,
so I followed it up.

It seemed to me
like a giant hoax,

maybe for publicity,
I don't know,

until I overheard
two very reputable scientists
discussing the creature.

They'd seen it.
They knew that it was real.

And then I saw it, too.

I can't possibly describe
what it was like seeing
that terrible creature.

It killed the only two
people who really
understood what it was,

and there was nothing
I could do to stop it.

PATRICIA: Think about it.

The shock of the explosion,
two people are dying
as you watch.

There's nothing you
can do to save them.

So you create this monster
to ease your guilt.
An hallucination.

It's nothing
to be ashamed of.

There's your
hallucination.

Mr. McGee,
do you believe
in flying saucers?

Of course not.

Yeah, I know,
I know. It's a lid
off a garbage can.

What about Bigfoot or
the Loch Ness monster?

I get your point.
This is different.

Why?

The people who see
these flying saucers

are just as sure
of their sightings
as you are of the Hulk.

I'm just not convinced.

Neither was I.

But I had to find out
just what it was
that I had seen.

So I started following up

anything that was even
remotely connected
with the Hulk.

A lot of wasted time.

But then finally it happened.

(ALL CHEERING)

(ROARS)

There I was,
face to face with him.

He was more awesome
than I'd remembered.

I felt totally helpless.

I promised myself
never to be caught
that off-guard again.

(ROARS)

I've tried everything
from the obvious
to the obscure.

Right here in this building,
in the basement,

I had him cornered
with this heavy-duty
animal tranquilizer.

He got me so rattled,
I shot myself.

He practically killed me.

The creature blew through
a wall of paper rolls
that must have weighed tons.

I followed, but the drug
was wearing me down.

I felt paralyzed, bruised.

But I could also feel
the creature close by.
Very close.

I guess I passed out,
but just before that I saw

a man.

It's a physical aspect
of the creature that's
almost beyond belief.

Almost?

I wouldn't have believed
if I hadn't seen it
with my own eyes.

Perfectly normal man,
this John Doe.

Except that under certain
circumstances, which I am
still trying to figure out,

he goes through
this metamorphosis.

I realized why the creature
was able to just disappear
with no trace.

He becomes a man
and then just melts
into the crowd.

And this phenomenon,

whatever it is that
makes him a freak,

it's my responsibility
as a journalist

to expose it to the public
and the scientific community.

He has no right to deny
the world the knowledge
of what he becomes.

I don't see
that you've had
much success.

Wrong.

I'm getting closer
all the time.

He always manages
to see me before I see him.

He's very intelligent.
He's a survivor.

And he's able to take
advantage of even the
most hopeless situation.

I feel as if I know him.

Strange.

PATRICIA: Not so strange.

The creature is
obviously a projection
of your own psyche.

Not likely.
He's monstrous.

Yet I'm terrified
that sooner or later,
someone's going to kill him

(GUN FIRES)

And that we'll
never know the truth.

Aspirin?

Thanks.

One of these days
I'm gonna be one
step ahead of him.

Damn, I thought
Daddy had this fixed.

You know, Jack, this sounds
like a classic case
of frustration aggression.

Really. Sometimes highly
motivated people

create a barrier
to justify their failures.

The Hulk is a good excuse
to avoid real stories

that would test your
worth as a reporter.

Don't tell me
you minored
in psychology.

We spent a lot of time
studying this sort of thing.

Have you ever considered
getting professional help?

That won't be necessary.

Analysis can be
a wonderful thing.

It's not just me.
What about all the other
people who've seen him?

Hundreds of people
saw the Hulk
at a rock concert.

They saw what
the creature can do,
the tremendous power.

Are they crazy?

(ROARS)

Maybe they should
all be committed, huh?

PATRICIA: If so many
people have seen him,

why are we the only ones
paying any attention?

I mean, Jack,
this creature is
supposedly huge,

and yet you say
he's even been sighted
on Broadway in New York.

It certainly is
a comment on our
society, isn't it?

They all think
he's part of the show.

Or they don't want
to get involved.

It's strange, isn't it,
how people manage to ignore

those things that
they can't understand.

What's the point of
laying all this on you?

While I've been
chasing the Hulk,

you were out jetting
around the globe
with the in-crowd.

I gave up
everything in my life
outside of this story.

There was a girl.

And when she left me,

I just barely noticed.

I haven't voted
in two years.

Damn thing runs my life.
You couldn't possibly
understand.

You're right.

I couldn't
possibly understand
such dedication.

Look, it's late,
I have a lot to do.

Why don't you go on home
and we'll talk about this
further tomorrow.

Sure.

The Hulk is
an important story,
Miss Steinhauer.

You can't just
write it off.

(PANTING)

The Hulk is no news.
He's pure fiction.

Have you ever considered
getting professional help?

The Hulk is no news.
He's pure fiction.

(ROARS)

(BREATHS DEEPLY)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Sorry to wake you.

What are you doing up
at this hour?

You're not the only one
who takes his work seriously.

That's one of the things
I respect most about you.

Respect?

Yes, I do respect you.

In fact, I think that
the two of us together

could do wonderful things
with The National Register.

Which is why I don't
want to lose you.

Which is why I've decided
to make you a deal.

Well, good.
You're famous for those.

Don't you ever
let it rest?

You're right.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Go ahead.

Work on some other
assignments for a while.

Show us that you can be
an objective reporter.

Good, fine. What about
the leads on the Hulk that
come in the meantime?

I'm sure they're useless.

People who read us hear
about a $10,000 reward

and they all start
seeing green men.

How can you be so ignorant?

Listen to you.

You're like an alcoholic
when it comes to the Hulk,

and the only way
you're gonna be cured
is to give him up entirely!

All right.

I'll take the story
to another paper.

Oh, like The Washington Post,
or TIME magazine, maybe?

Why should they believe
you any more than I do?

Okay, I'll work
on it by myself.

Fine. But as long as
you're on my payroll,

no matter what you
hear about the Hulk
or where you think he is,

you don't touch it.
Understand?

There is no more
Hulk assignment, Mr. McGee,
because there is no Hulk.

MAN: What is that?

(GRUNTS)

GARLAND: Oh, Mark.
Yeah?

I got some fact sheets here.
Which ones do you want us
to keep working on?

What have you got?

I got the monkey
brain transplant.

Keep that.

I got the Schneider
follow-up.

I think the boss
will like that.
Keep that, too.

The cauliflower diet.

Cauliflower?
Mmm-hmm.

Lose it.

A new Hulk sighting.

(SIGHS)

You've really got
a streak in you,
Richard.

Where was
he seen?

Forget it, Jack.
You're off the story.

Dump it.

Anything else?
No.

Go.

Oh, coffee, Jack?

No willpower, buddy?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come in.

How's about
a little truce?

We can try.

I was looking over
the layout for
the next edition.

I like the way
you're going.

Hmm.

But?

But, well, I think
that you might consider

taking on a financial
editor that would
lend a serious tone.

Good idea. Thank you.

Plenty more where
that came from.

I've been thinking
about the Hulk.

You are the most stubborn
man I've ever met.

That's right.

You heard about
today's call.

Gary, Indiana.
Uh-huh.

Garland's handling
junk fillers.

Garland?
Mmm-hmm.

Well, now that
I think is a bad idea.
Garland couldn't...

He could never
understand the pure power
of that creature.

McGEE: Witnesses saw him
rip an entire engine
out of a car.

PATRICIA: Really, Jack?

I have sworn statements.
Hundreds.

I've seen the results
of his destruction.

It's overwhelming.

I sometimes wonder
if there's anything
strong enough to stop him.

It's as if his only
reason for existing
is to destroy.

Now that is something
that I don't think Garland
could ever understand.

Stephenson, maybe.
Liberti. They're
both good men,

but Garland?

I think you'd live
to regret that one.

They say you can learn
from your mistakes.

Yeah, well, they also say
something about learning
from experience.

Why don't you
get out of here?

Hit the streets with me.
You might begin to see
some of my problems.

I don't have time to learn
about your problems!

I've been shoved
into a very awkward
position here.

An accident of birth.

Please, don't hold
that against me.

Give me a chance
to make the right decisions,
as well as the wrong ones.

I'll consider your suggestion.

It's the least I can do.

Thanks.

Miss Steinhauer, you're
a pretty smart lady.

Thanks.

And call me Pat.

Pat.

Pat.

(GRUNTING)

Hello, when is your next
flight out for Gary, Indiana?

Good, fine.
Yeah, I think I do.

Uh...

Listen, never mind, okay?
I'll call you back.

Yeah, it's Jack.
Listen, I've gotta
talk to you.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SIGHS)

This hour of the evening,
it had better be good.

(CHUCKLES)

I almost flew
to Gary, Indiana tonight.

What stopped you?

You did.

I got to thinking about
what you said about me.

About how I was
like an alcoholic
about the Hulk.

That I think about
him all the time.

Night and day.
Awake, asleep.
You were right.

I guess
I should be flattered.

Oh, you are a woman
of rare qualities,
Miss Steinhauer.

You know, I think
that I would've noticed
that about you sooner

if you weren't so good
at hiding your feelings.

What makes you say that?

The old clich�.

We recognize in others
the little things that
we do not like in ourselves.

(SIGHS)

And besides, I...

I needed you tonight.

And you're here.

Jack, I...

The only thing
that's important to me
right now is this job.

Proving myself.

Mmm. Don't tell me.

Because you are a woman.

Partly.

(SIGHS)

But then, too,

my father built
this newspaper
from the ground up.

And whether you agree
with his philosophy or not,

you have to respect that.

And then he just turns
around and hands it to me.

No struggle, no sweat.

No one respects that.

Does it matter
to you whether I
respect you or not?

Yes, it does.
Why?

Because you were
right about me.

I've always had
everything I ever wanted.
Hmm.

The right schools...
Yes.

...the right clothes,
the right friends.

Sure, all
on a silver platter.

(SIGHS) And none of it ever
really mattered very much.

Poor little rich girl.

I suppose.

But now I have something
that I really care about.

A major newspaper...

Yes! It's a huge
responsibility.

It would be for anyone,
even with the experience.

But think
of what it is
to someone like me.

So the rest of the world stops
while you prove you're more
than just the boss's daughter.

And you've got the nerve
to call me obsessed.

Jack, this is not
the Hulk. This is real.

What?

Jack.

You mean to say that
after all of this,

you still think
that I just made
that whole thing up?

Are you serious?

I am dead serious.

I do not want to argue
about something as absurd
as the Hulk!

No problem.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah, hello.

Mr. McGee, my name
is Chuck Schlosser.

I've seen that thing.

The Hulk.

Yeah, go on.

Well, it's weird.

You're not gonna believe this,
but there's this guy
I work with, he is the Hulk.

Have you told anybody
else about this?

I called your newspaper,
but they kind of gave me
the runaround.

Then I remembered the reward,

so I figured
I'd give you a try.

Good.

This guy you work with,
could you describe him?

Slender, medium height,
brown hair.

Hell, I can take you
right to him.

What do you say?
You interested?

You bet I am.

MURIEL ON SPEAKERPHONE: Yes?

Is Jack...

Is Mr. McGee
at his desk yet?

No, he's not.

Has he checked in
or left any message?

No, he hasn't.

Tell Mr. Roberts
I'd like to see him.

(MARK CHUCKLES)

Lmmediately.

You drink it black?
No.

Learn.

Have you heard
from Jack?

Yeah.

Is he in?

No. He's catching
a plane to Gary.

Gary, Indiana?

Gary, Indiana.

We sound like
a Broadway show tune.

I tried to talk him out of it,
but I couldn't stop him.

Well, I can stop him.

I'll fire him.

You can't do that.

I can do anything I want.

He quit.

Coffee, tea

or unemployment insurance?

You got my message.

Are you referring
to that secondhand
resignation of yours?

What are you doing here?

It's nothing personal.

Personal?

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, Patricia, I could accuse
you of a good many things,
but personal? With me? Never.

I knew we didn't
agree on much,

but I thought we were
mature enough not to mix
business with pleasure.

You don't mix anything
with pleasure.

You ought to learn
to practice what you preach...

That's no reason
to quit.

And anyway,
what ever happened
to two weeks notice?

I had to leave.

I have to try to prove
that this creature
and John Doe exist.

To you and to myself.

How are you
going to do that?

Well, I thought I would
try to capture him.

I checked a package,
so it's a dart gun
and some curare.

Curare?

Curare. C-U-R...

I know how to spell it.

It's deadly poison.

It's not deadly.

Paralyzes the nervous
system a little bit.

Jack, you're going
to Gary, Indiana, not
deepest, darkest Africa.

All right,
I believe you.

This giant green man
does exist.

Early A-bomb testing

mutated hibernating
leprechauns trapped
in an Ice Age glacier

that was drifting down
here from Ireland.

Now let's get off
this plane and back
to the office.

Please.

You couldn't
possibly understand

unless you'd seen it
with your own eyes.

If you're planning
to go to Gary,
you'd better buckle up.

McGEE: Hey, we're looking
for a man named Schlosser.

That's me.
Here. You better
put these on.

Are we going inside?

If you want your man,
you are.

Where is he?

He's in there.

Did you bring
the reward with you?

If you can come up
with a man who turns green,

we'll come up
with $10,000.

PATRICIA: Jack!

Jack! Jack,
are you all right?

CHUCK: There he goes.

McGEE: John, wait!

John!

(MCGEE GROANS)

This way, quick!

CHUCK: Hold it,
you can't go in there!

We'll head him off!

(HULK GROWLING)

(ROARS)

PATRICIA: My God, Jack,
you were right.

I believe you.

I never thought
I'd see this
in one of my papers.

Do you forgive me?

Well, a good reporter
never accepts anything
entirely on trust.

Neither should
a good publisher.

Yeah, but if I hadn't
stopped you, you might
have gotten there sooner.

Maybe even caught John Doe.

Maybe.

If you hadn't stopped me,
if I hadn't stumbled,

if I hadn't made so many
mistakes during the last
couple of years,

who knows,
the Hulk could
be history by now.

It's all right.

Gives me something
to look forward to.

It's too bad I won't
be there when you get him.

What do you mean?

I've been fired.

You're kidding.

Well, laid off, really.

Daddy's honeymoon
was cut short somewhere
between Rio and Acapulco.

Something about
irreconcilable differences.

Well, that's...

That's really too bad.

Between us, I think
the two of us could've
turned this paper around.

Well, the news
isn't all bad.

For one thing,
I'm not your boss anymore.

Yeah, that would follow,
wouldn't it.

In light of that,

how would you feel about
a little dinner tonight?

Jack, phone call.

Can I call them back?

No. The Hulk's
just been seen
outside of Toledo.

Do you know any good
restaurants around Toledo?

We'll find one.