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You spring up from the dead
after three years
and give us nothing.

DAVID: I couldn't spend
another Thanksgiving alone.

Maybe we could start
all over again

and put the past behind us.

We sure can try, Dad.

Oh, my God! David!

(ROARS)

You've never let me be
a part of your life!

Make sure it's the last flight
for both of them.

No! Dad, no! Don't!

Dad! Dad!

David! David!

I can't control it.

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)

ANCHORMAN ON T. V:
And with only two weeks to go
until Thanksgiving,

everyone here in Denver
is hoping for a quick
settlement of the strike.

REPORTER ON T. V:
Thanksgiving means
a family dinner,

but it also means sharing.

And that tradition
is being maintained
by Dean Eckart,

president of the Denver-based
Eckart Development
Corporation,

who has donated 500 turkeys
to the city's poor.

Not everywhere, however,
does Eckart enjoy
a reputation

for charity and tradition.

Here in Travertine,
a small town
in Colorado's Grail Valley,

Eckart has been
acquiring farmland
to build a model city.

Unfortunately, many
in Travertine already consider
their town to be a model city.

ELIZABETH BANNER:
David, wait, Son.

David, honey,
let me carry one
of those bags.

You could drop the turkey.

No, Mom,
you're not supposed to.

I can handle them both,
really.

Okay.

REPORTER:
For local farmers trying
to maintain their farms

in the face
of falling crop prices,

Eckart has become
to this Thanksgiving
what Scrooge is to Christmas.

Eckart feels that
his reputation here is unjust

and earlier today
had this to say.

I understand the farmers

and I'm sorry they're having
hard times.

Once they sell, though,

I'm certain they'll come to
appreciate the benefits that
our model city will bring.

On the other side,
I spoke to botanist
Helen Banner,

daughter of Farmers'
Association president
D. W. Banner.

I know Mr. Eckart believes
he'll be improving our lives.

We simply don't feel the need
for that improvement.

Listen, Helen, I'm showing you
because we don't keep secrets
from each other.

But you've gotta promise
not to tell anyone
about this place, Helen.

It's just for us.

I promise, David.

If you're ever in trouble
and you need me,
come here, okay?

Okay.

Same goes for me.

Grail Valley has been farmland
since the Civil War.

We intend to make sure
it stays that way
for a long time to come.

REPORTER:
A planned city of the future,

or the continuation
of an agricultural history?

In Travertine,
this Thanksgiving,

tradition may have to
give way to progress.

This is Joanna Stein
from Grail Valley.

BUS DRIVER: Travertine.

ELIZABETH:
Listen to this, David.

"In secret we met

"In silence I grieve

"That thy heart could forget

"Thy spirit deceive

"If I should meet thee
After long years

"How should I greet thee?

"With silence, and tears"

Mom, why'd the person leave?

Byron doesn't say exactly.

Sometimes people just have
to part.

STEVE HOWSTON:
One more pass, Mr. Banner.

D.W. BANNER:
We'll light over
the south end.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

YOUNG DAVID: I'm showing you
this place 'cause we don't
keep secrets from each other.

If you're ever in trouble
and you need me,
come here.

Nobody knows?

Nobody. I'm showing you
'cause we don't keep secrets
from each other.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. No, he's not in.

(DOOR OPENING)

He might've just pulled up.
You want to hang on?

How was the spraying?

No effect.

Well, did you watch?
What, did we spray
an even cover?

I know how to fly...

Did we, Helen?
Yes, Dad.

Well, maybe there'll be
a delayed reaction, then.

The insecticide is supposed
to kill on contact.

Are you sure?

Let me see the spec sheet.

I left it at my house,
but I'm sure.

Who's that on the telephone?

I don't suppose
you wanna talk to him.

It's Eckart.

Oh, yes I do.

D. W:
Hello, Dean.
What do you want?

ECKART: Nothing special.
How are you?

Oh, I'm just fine.

We got a bumper crop
in the field.

I hope it doesn't
spoil your day.

Now, D.W., I am not quite
the villain you're trying
to make me out to be.

You want the Grail Valley.
You want my farm.

That means you want my life.

I just want to start building
the future.

There's no reason
you can't be part of it.

Why don't you save
your utopian speeches
for your stockholders?

D.W., my model city
will become reality.

All right.

I'm willing to go up
another 50 an acre for you.

Just turn the Farmers'
Association around.

Dean,
I'm gonna hang up on you.

I don't want you
to hear me get sick.

David, you're alive!

HELEN: Let's go tell dad.

No, Helen, no.

You've got to forgive him.

No, it isn't that.

David, please,
don't put me
between you two again.

(STAMMERING)
Look, Helen,
I'm sorry, I really...

I shouldn't have come here.

I'm sorry to have
dragged you into all this.

Why? I don't understand.

I have an illness
from radiation.

And that's all I can tell you
until I'm cured.

We're your family.

I shouldn't have come here.

I'm so sorry
to drag you
into this, but...

I must ask you
to promise me

you will not say a word
to anybody.

No, I won't promise you
anything.

You spring up from the dead
after three years
and give us nothing.

You've always done that.
You can't just drop
in and out of our lives.

You don't understand.

Why did you even bother
to come back here?

I couldn't spend another
Thanksgiving alone.

David.

You were always
interested in puzzles.

Let's see if we can use one
to keep you here.

These are Longinus worms.

They're the larvae
of these, spear beetles.

The beetles are harmless.

The worms are
very destructive.

And so far,
they have proven to be immune

to every insecticide
we've thrown at them.

Am I whetting
your scientific appetite?

Mmm...

Now, if the worms
are not checked soon,

the farmers of Grail Valley
are going to lose 60 to 70%
of this year's crop.

Dad'll have to sell the farm.

I'm not an entomologist.

The entomologists
have already failed.

What we need
is a biological weapon.

You're a biologist.

I've already told you,
I can't afford
to be recognized.

There are so many people
in town who know who I am.

You can stay here
and work.

You'll never have to leave
the lab.

Besides,
you owe me one.
Huh?

Remember that doll
you ruined?

The one I got
for my fifth birthday?

You dissected her
in the name of science.
Oh...

Helen,

you've got to promise me

you won't ask me about things.

And when I have to leave...

Agreed.

And you can't tell anyone
about me.

Anyone.

All right, I'll...

I'll try.

But it's not for you.

It's for that damn doll.

I have been trying
to synthesize

the beetle's pheromone
into the mating scent.

And if it works, I think
we'll be able to lure
the male beetles away

and break the chain
of reproduction.

So let us find out if,
in fact, I am the Cupid
of the insect world.

Okay, would you like to put
your friends on the other side
of the fence, there?

Here it is,
little fellows.

Not working.

They should be trying
to get over the barrier.

They're not attracted
to the scent.

Do you have any idea
where you went wrong?

Too many steps in the process,
we don't have the right
equipment for the tests.

I'm gonna have to come up
with another angle.

I'm going to get some air.

ELIZABETH:
Now, you two, don't worry,
I'll be fine.

(WIND HOWLING)
Go mend the fence.

Dad, don't you think
we should take her
to the hospital?

David, I'll be fine.

I've been like this before.

I don't think so, Mom.
Not this bad.

Your mother's the best judge
of that, David.

You know, David, all I need
is for you to stay here
and look after me.

Will you do that for me?

If you don't feel any better
when I get back from fixing
the fence,

I'm gonna take you
to the hospital.

Okay. Go on.

Oh, come on.
Now, don't you worry.

I'm gonna be well
in time for Thanksgiving.

If you were already a doctor,
I'd be well tomorrow.

You'll be the best.

Able to cure everything.

Not everything, Mom.

Metamorphosis.

DAVID: I think that
we may have it.

Now, as you said before,
it is only the newly hatched
worms, the larvae,

which cause the destruction,
not the beetles
that they turn into.

Now, if we could simulate
an anti-juvenile hormone

which causes the worms
to mature,

then we can make them
metamorphosize prematurely

and you would have a field
full of harmless beetles.

No worms.

You'll win first prize
in the science fair yet.

Oh, yeah?

Now, how long
is this gonna take?

We've got about
four or five days
before we have to spray.

(EXHALES)

Uh...

If we're lucky, two days.

And, if it works...

Helen, you came into this
knowing I was going
to have to leave.

I know. I know.

I'll just have to think up
some pestilence
to keep you here.

(WIND HOWLING)

(SHUTTERS BANGING)

Mom?

Mom?

Mom, are you okay?

Mom?

Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!

Dad!

It's Mom, she's bad.

She's real bad.
She's gotta go
to the hospital.

Please, Dad! Please!

You're gonna be okay, Mom.
We're taking you
to the hospital.

You're gonna be...

Mom?

Mom?

Mom?

D. W: Liz!

Don't go! Please don't go!
Don't go! Don't go!

Please, Mom!

It's your fault!
Your fault!
Liz!

Make her come back.
It's your fault!

Mom?

Make her come back!

Oh, my God, David!

(ROARS)

David!

(ROARS)

(SNARLING)

What... David,
can you hear me?

It's me, Helen.

David, do you understand?

(ROARS)

(ROARS)

(ROARS)

(ROARS)

YOUNG DAVID:
If you're ever in trouble,
come here.

This green thing
that attacked David,

I can't believe
that you didn't see it.

I... I heard it
running away.

But it was huge.

This disease of David's...

I don't understand.
Did he tell you
any more about it?

I promised, if he stayed,
not to ask.

What were you two doing up
so early today?

(DOOR CLOSING)

I'll see
if that coffee's ready.

You all right, David?

Yeah.

It's been a long time.

Yes, it has.

You look fine.
You, too.

Not much like me,

but you look fine.

Thank you. So do you.

You always did take more
after your mother.

Yeah.

I guess we had
our differences.

Oh, yeah.

Maybe we could start
all over again

and put the past behind us.

We sure can try, Dad.

This is the first Thanksgiving
that I have ever had
any reason to celebrate.

Let's invite our friends
and let them know.

Dad, that's impossible.
I told you.

Our close friends, David,
those that care.

They won't...
Dad, please, no!

Why are you so secretive?

You're not a criminal,
are you?

Dad,

this is not very easy for me,

so please don't make it
any harder.

I'm not trying
to make it any harder.

I'm trying to understand,
All right, Dad.

But you don't tell me
anything,
Dad, we...

anything at all!

Just... Believe me,
I don't want it this way,

so don't force me to leave.

That's the last thing
that I want.

Thanks a lot.

You know, Croft,
I need to break ground
by spring.

This model city
is more important

than a few farmers
who will be buried
by the future anyway.

Our pilot friend Howston
has found out from D.W.

That Helen
and some geneticist,

they're working on
some sort of
special insecticide

and we figure
they have a few days
to come up with something.

I can't take a chance
on their being successful.

I understand, sir.

They're working at the lab
at Helen's place.

Not after tonight, Mr. Eckart.

Talk to our chemists.

Make it look good.

Chemical fire.

David,

the offer's still the same.

Go to another college
where there's
an agricultural school.

I'll pay the tuition.

The Banners have
been on this farm
since the Civil War

and they knew...

And they will remain
on this farm.

You've done a good job
with Helen.
You'll get what you want.

It's not the same thing!

Sooner or later,
you're gonna realize
the good here.

You'll wanna come back,
but you won't
have the background.

An M.D. Is no use on a farm.

No?

We could've used one
the day Mom died.

She might have lived,
given you another son,

one who'd carry on
the Banner tradition.

You go to any school
you want, David.

You can go to hell
for all I care.

Where were you?

It was wrong, Helen,
the way I was with Dad.

You did what you had to.

Yes, but...

There must've been
a better way to do it.

I hope I can
make it up to him.

HELEN:
It has an interesting odor.

Yeah, it should have
a sweet smell to it. Here.

Voila.

Terrific!
Mmm-hmm.

I'm gonna try to get
some sleep. Why don't you
try to do the same?

I will, just as soon as
I finish this test.

Okay, goodnight, love.
Goodnight.

(SIGHS)

(BUZZING)

We can't call the police,
not with David here.

Well, then we won't.

They're looking for trouble.
We can take care
of ourselves.

No, Dad, please.
Last night, we produced
an anti-juvenile hormone.

Now, it isn't tested yet,
but in another day,

I think that I can synthesize
enough of it
to spray all of your fields.

And then Eckart
won't come back

and we'll have him beat!
Or it won't make
any difference.

Well, then we'll spray
when you're ready, Son.

All right, let's get to it.

I couldn't get here
with a sample any sooner.

D.W. Had just delivered
the stuff to the airfield.

Fine.

Gentlemen,
I have the analysis.

I'm afraid
that Helen and her friend

have done a rather
remarkable job with this.

This stuff is going to work
very nicely indeed.

You assured me
the worms were immune
to insecticide.

You... Right. Yes.

I paid you
a great deal of money
to develop them.

Right, but then, you see,
this is not an insecticide.

No, it doesn't hurt
the worms at all.

What it does do,

it forces them into
a premature metamorphosis

and they become beetles,
and thus harmless.

Can you make it ineffective?

Why don't we just
substitute something else?

No, we've already
been careless.

I want this to look like
the real thing.

Quite. All I have to do
is simply neutralize
the hormone ineffective.

Good. Do it.

Yes! Yes!

Tomorrow,

you dust with his spray.

Hey, now wait a minute.

I've known D.W. All my life.

Howston,
I need a personal pilot.

The job pays well,
and you'll certainly see more
than Travertine, Colorado.

I'll assuage your guilt.
How much do you want?

Lt'll cost you $3,000.

I'll give you four.

Four?

All right, it's a deal.

(EXHALING)

I want some insurance
that everything works
out all right.

Howston will carry
out his end.

I'm thinking of D.W., too.

I want to make sure
that he's no longer a problem.

When he and Howston
go up in that plane tomorrow,

make sure it's the last flight
for both of them.

Yes, sir.

DAVID:
After we spray the fields,
I'll need a lift into town.

You're not leaving,
are you?

I told you I'd have to go.

Oh, I know,
but I didn't expect it
to be so soon.

I... I... I thought,
perhaps I could
convince you to stay on.

It's just not possible, Dad.

We haven't spent
any time together.

To make up for
all those years,
to get to know one another.

Yeah, we won't be able
to spend that time, Dad,

until after I've solved
my problem.

If you're in any kind
of trouble, do you think
I wouldn't stand by you?

You're my son!
It's not that.

Well, what is it then?
I've got a right to know.
Dad!

Secrets, always secrets.
You've never let me be
part of your life!

You never wanted
to be a part of my life,

you wanted me
to be a part of yours,
and I couldn't do that.

So you turned your back on me.

You left me no choice.

Now? What choice
do you need now?

Believe me,
it's different now.

Not from where I'm sitting.

You abandoned me in the farm
when you were 18,
and you're still doing it.

Always the farm.

The farm could never
be part of my life.

Well, it could have been,
except you were making me pay
for your mother's death.

You still are.

Dad, I'm not doing that
anymore.

Can you prove that
with more than words?

No.

Well, I bore that cross
long enough.
I won't do it any longer.

Not even for you, David.

Maybe it was better
when you were gone.

Dad.

Dad!

(GROANS)

Now, listen, Steve,
it's most important
that we spray an even cover.

I know, D.W.
You don't have to
tell me a hundred times.

I've been spraying it
for years.
All right.

Just take your time
and do it right.

Yeah, yeah.

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

He knows.

That's what I thought.

I just wanted to make sure.

Don't worry,
he'll never be found.

No! Dad, no! Don't!

Dad!

Dad!

No! Don't!

Hey, Jim, look at that.

Dad! Dad!

David!

What are we dragging?
I can barely handle her.

David!

Something's
pulling us down.

(HULK GROWLING)

David, my God!

What the hell?

I can't control it!

I'm taking her down!

(GRUNTING)

Come on!

David, wait!

David, please.

David.

David.

MECHANIC 1:
What was that thing?

Son.
MECHANIC 1: What happened
to your wing?

MECHANIC 2: Sabotage.

MECHANIC 1:
Look at these bolts.
MECHANIC 2: They're cut.

You'd better go, David,
you'll be seen.

Please, David, go!

MECHANIC 1:
D.W., are you okay?

David, please go.
Now, go!

(ROARING)

All these questions.
I'm sorry, Mr. McGee,
but dinner's getting cold.

Uh, yeah. Dr. Banner,

I can't accept the Hulk's
appearance in Travertine
as just a coincidence.

You see, that creature
was seen
in your brother's laboratory

the night that he died.

My brother never talked to us
about his work.

HELEN:
...my father what
he was thinking.

Tell me, Mr. McGee,
what paper did you say
you write for?

McGEE: The National Register.

HELEN: Ah, that's right.

I imagine it's fun.
I mean,
working for The Register.

You don't really have
to bother with,
what should I say,

the drudgery of
serious journalism?

McGEE: Well,
that's not entirely true.

HELEN: Really? But I thought
you only did articles on,
you know,

movie stars
and miracle diets.

McGEE: Well,
whatever we write about,

we consider
our journalistic standards
to be very high.

HELEN: Of course.
I'm sure you do.

Tell me, how did you wind up
becoming a reporter
in the first place?

McGEE: You know, Dr. Banner...

...about the Hulk...

HELEN: Be my guest.
I'll help you in any...

McGEE:
I'm going to get
a story here, you know.

HELEN: Why don't you write one
about Eckart's arrest,

or the miracle insecticide
that saved...

Dad!

This is the reporter
who called, Mr...

McGee.
My father.

How do you do, sir?
Ah, yes.
How do you do, Mr. McGee?

I'm afraid he came
all the way from Chicago
for nothing.

Oh, what a shame!

And on Thanksgiving, too.

Let us make it up to you.
Stay for dinner.

Oh, no, I couldn't possibly.
It would be imposing.

Nonsense!
The place is already set.

You see, we were
expecting a relative.

And at the last minute,
he couldn't come.

Please stay, Mr. McGee.

It looks wonderful.

Thank you.

I'd like to.

It's very nice.

It's sad, you know, when
you think about the people
who don't have Thanksgiving.

Well, Mr. McGee,
help yourself
to some potatoes.

It's been a long time
since I've had
a home-cooked meal.