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If that man is a dishwasher,
then I'm Greta Garbo.

(ROARS)

ROBERTS: And you'll drop
the Hulk story

until you can bring me
something more

than an out-of-focus photo
of your green friend.

Hey!

He just ran
smack-dab, zip-zap,
right into Arnold's story.

Your picture's gonna be seen
coast-to-coast.

(GROWLING)

Jack, it's...

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)

McGEE: No, no,

and a no.

What do you mean, "No, no"?

These pictures are good stuff.

Trash, Charlie.

I don't know
where you stole them,
but they're not my style.

Are you kidding me, Jack?

These pictures
will put you right back
on the front page.

Well, why don't you
peddle them to your buddy
Joe Arnold?

He's always hungry
for a cover story.

Oh, yeah?
I heard you were starving.

The day I need your help
to keep my job
is the day I retire.

Listen, just because
I don't officially work
for the Register

doesn't mean
you can talk to me like that.

I used to be
the Pro Eastern
wrestling champ.

Tell it to the chaplain,
Charlie.

Very funny.

Ha, ha, ha.

Mr. Roberts, do you want
the title page touched?

No airbrushing.
I want our readers
to see those bullet holes.

Okay.

Joe Arnold strikes again.

Somehow he got copies
of the police photos
on the LeGrange triple murder.

Terrific stuff.

His goon just offered me
some more of the same.

A stringer like Charlie
always tries
to sell everything

at least twice.

Yeah, but Arnold's story
is still terrific stuff.

We're going front page,
six columns.

Give a guy a press card,
he thinks he's a journalist.

So he doesn't help
little old ladies
across the street.

He turns local filler
into big stories.

Like his so-called
restaurant scandal?

Come on, Mark.
You call that big?

Our readers love to see us
as the guardian angels
of the restaurant eaters.

Health hazard stories
have always sold newspapers.

Speaking of selling newspapers,

I want to see you in my office.

Jack, the publishers
are thinking of killing
your weekly creature report.

The Hulk hunt
is getting too expensive.

Plane tickets, wrecked cars...

You're talking about
the biggest story
in newspaper history,

they're worried about
a few cheesy bucks?

Oh, cool off, Jack.
Look at it from their angle.

You haven't come up
with anything new
for quite a while,

not even
with that $10,000 reward
to help you.

It's just a matter of time.

There was a guy in New Mexico,
saw the Hulk not a month ago.

Jack.

There's an astrologers'
convention in town.

Get the head fortunetellers in
for an interview.

That's cub reporter stuff.

You'll do what I say

or go back to freelancing.

And you'll drop the Hulk story

until you can bring me
something more

than an out-of-focus photo
of your green friend.

KAREN: Are you sure
you want milk? Milk?

I mean, milk with
an anchovy pizza?

Oh, that's right, the ulcer.

Okay, I got it. Thank you.

Okay,
any table that finishes
two Colossus of Rome pizzas

deserves a place
on our wall of fame.

Okay? Smile for me.

(EXCLAIMS IN ITALIAN)

You're gonna love that.

Oh, whoa, partner.

Oh, you're kidding.

This is gonna be just enough
to send our new dishwasher
right over the edge.

You should see it back there.

He's got dishes
to the right,
dishes to the left.

Oh, maybe I ought to go
give him a hand.

Oh, wait a minute, pal,
wait a minute.
I was just kidding.

A little joke, you know?

We can't abandon the ship
out here

just because Mr. Wonderful
is slaving away back there.

Yeah, you're right.

Besides, I wouldn't have
hired him

if I didn't think
he could handle the work.

Oh, so that's why you hired him.

Well, he was the best man
for the job.

Listen, Jill, he may be great
at helping us with the books,

but if that man
is a dishwasher,
then I'm Greta Garbo.

KAREN: Coming through.
Get them while they're filthy.

How's it going back there?

Well, slowly but surely
I am developing
a foolproof system.

It's that analytical mind
of yours.

You figure out a way
to get our liquor license,

you straighten out our books.

I love brainy dishwashers.

Unfortunately,
you still have dishpan hands.

DAVID: Well, I'm open
to suggestions.

Try wearing the rubber gloves.

Table 18 ready yet, Fred?

Yeah, yeah, ready.

Ready, ready.
Great.

Just sitting here getting cold.

Too much garlic.

There's one.

One what?

One who is going bonkers
over you, man, that's what.

Inscrutable.

That's what I thought.

And here's number two.

Hi.

Hi.

How's it going?

Well, a little greasy,
but under control.

But you seem to be
taking it in stride.
All the pressure, I mean.

Takes a very special talent
to run a good restaurant.
You've got it.

Well, I hope so.

Otherwise, I gave up
a budding newspaper career
for nothing.

Oh, you worked
for a newspaper?
I didn't know that.

Well, there's a lot of things
you don't know about me.

I mean,
we haven't really had time.

I used to work on the Times,

but they kept assigning me
man-eats-dog stories,
and, well, it was...

Yeah.

But now I'm my own boss
and I can do
all the hiring and...

Well, everything.

Needs more garlic.

Hey, Mr. Arnold.
Got your message.

Obviously.

Well? Where to this time?

A place called Bruno's.

It's a small operation,
newly opened.

The owners are young
and struggling and female.

Zero clout.

Oh, yeah?

Makes no difference to me.
Just let's do it.

You know you make
the perfect soldier,
Charlie?

You know that?
Yeah?

Yes. The perfect soldier.

FRED: Yeah, if I were you,
I'd start working
on my running game, buddy.

I'm telling you,
I never even seen them

take such an interest
in dirty dishes before.

Come on, Fred,
I'm like an older brother
to them.

They're in love with you, amigo.

Uh-uh.
In love. You watch.

After this is all over,
they're gonna be

flinging ravioli back
and forth at each other.
Oh, come on.

Oh, yeah.

(POPPING AND CRACKLING)

It smells...

Fire! Fire.

(STAMMERING) Fire, fire.

No, no, no, friend.
Fire. Fire!
Get the hose.

Will you get the hose?
Get the hose.
Hose. Yeah, yeah.

Turn on the water!
Turn on the water!

(EXCLAIMING NERVOUSLY)

Okay.
All right.

Come on! Come on!

Open the lid!
I can't stand with the hose...

FRED: Oh, open? Open? Oh!

(FRED COUGHING)

You see, I told you
it would work.

Right there.

Come on.

I'm doing it as fast as I can.

Psst.

ARNOLD: Where'd you get
this stuff?

Where else?
Garbage cans.

Hey, what are you
doing in here?
This is garbage.

Hey, hey!

Hey!

What are you doing?

Come on, let's get out of here.

DAVID: Hey, come on!
Hey, guys!

What happened here?

Joe Arnold happened.

Arnold?

Arnold, you know,
roving reporter.
National Register.

He likes to pick out
a restaurant, redecorate it,

then he writes it up
as some kind of
health hazard.

Scares all the customers off.

Sweet, lovable guy.

Are you all right?

Oh, yes, I'm all right.

Oh, yeah, sure, he's fine.

He just ran
smack-dab, zip-zap,
right into Arnold's story.

Well, ladies, I'm sure glad
my bags are packed.

Now, wait just a minute, Fred.

Now, this guy
can't get by with this.

We'll go down to the Register

and we'll tell them what he did.

We'll tell them
how he planted
all this stuff here.

You got to prove
that he planted it.

I mean,
I've been through all this.

You hire an attorney,
you wait till...

Believe me, if you're lucky,

the case
will come on the courts
maybe in three years.

It won't matter if we sue or not

if those pictures appear
in the Register.

Well, we'll just
go down there
and get those pictures back.

We'll talk to Mr. Arnold
face to face.

All I got to say
is good luck, kids.

I mean,
you got about as much chance
as a snowball in July.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, don't look so bummed out.

I mean, he got
some good pictures of you.

Write to folks back home.

Your picture's gonna be seen
coast-to-coast.

Yes, I know.

Are you sure you're all right?

No, I'm fine, really.

Now, listen, everybody.
It's gonna be okay.

Come on, Jill.

Okay, we'll be back
before the evening crowd.

Boy, I sure hope
they get those pictures back.

I was just getting
to like it here.

JILL:
Did you see David's face

when Fred told him
he was in those pictures?

KAREN: Hey, we're the ones
who should be worried.

Do you think
David's in trouble
with the police?

A fugitive?

Right now
we've got other things
to think about, Jill.

Mr. Arnold, for instance.

I know just how to handle this.

Finesse.

(INAUDIBLE)

Mr. Arnold?

What can I do for you, girls?

I'm Karen Weiss,
and this is my partner,
Jill Norton.

Ah. Bruno's.

You were just
in our restaurant
and we were wondering,

why?

Let's just call it
a public service.

Public service?

Yeah. I received a tip.
Your restaurant
was a health hazard.

Who would ever call you
about our place?

We run a perfectly good...

Now, dear,
surely you can't expect me

to divulge my sources.
Come, now.

KAREN: You threw garbage
all over our kitchen.

JILL: And took
phony pictures.

Mr. Arnold,
we want those pictures back.

The pictures are the property
of The National Register.

Oh, I hope you don't think
you can get by with this,

because you can't, you know.

We'll sue you.

Lawsuits
are the paper's problems,
not mine.

I'm a struggling reporter
doing my job as best I can.

And if you girls
ran a decent place,

you wouldn't be in trouble.

Decent?

You destroy everything
that people have put
their whole lives into,

and you call that decent?

Karen, let's go.

Why do women insist
on taking everything
so personally?

I guess you'd say
I'm taking it personally, yes!

As a matter of fact,
I don't see how you could get
much more personal than that!

Oh, no?

Try me.

(EXCLAIMS ANGRILY)

Come on.

Any luck?

We gave 'em hell.
Arnold, his editor.

Who gets the vermicelli?
Table four.

Okay, I got it.

But they still have
the pictures.

SAMUELSON: Okay. Phillips,
McHorney, Sylvan, Carey.

LENETTE: Right.

Hold it, lady.

Oh, Lenette Logan.

Lawrence, Littman,
Lopez. No Logan.

Oh, it has to be there.
I'm president
of the Astrological League.

Well, I'm sorry,
but there's no...

Oh, hold it.
Here it is. Logan.

They put you on the wrong list.

LENETTE: Ah, not ashamed
to admit you were wrong.
An Aries?

I was born March the 2nd.

A Pisces. I knew it.

Let's go, everybody.

Littman. Littman.

Do you folks really believe
in that astrology stuff?

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
For instance,

did you know the Pisces
are the most intelligent
of all signs?

Yeah.

Littman?
Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

Hold it!

Thanks, Sam.

It's your group, Jack.

Yeah.

LENETTE: Jack McGee?
Yes.

Oh, excuse me, please.

Mr. McGee,
I'm Lenette Logan.

Oh, hello.

Oh, sorry we couldn't come
at a more civilized hour,

but you see, Jupiter and Saturn

were not in
a favorable position
until 8:52 tonight.

Uh-huh.

Well, first we'll do the story
and then we'll look
at the stars.

Straight to the point,
right down to business.
You must be a Leo.

I'm a Gemini.

A Gemini. I knew it.

We're right down here.

Oh, thank you.

McGEE: Right this way, folks.

You going?

(CLEARING THROAT)

Well, if you don't get off here,

you'll have to leave
the building.

Well, that's that.

Yeah. There isn't much more
they can do to us.

They printed the story
and the pictures.

I'm sorry.

These are just
the coming attractions.

Next week there'll be
another story.

And more pictures.

(JILL GROANS)

GELLER: It's just
an unofficial warning,

but if you write one more line
about the Health Department
slacking off,

we'll have to take action.

And I don't buy your
"freedom of the press"
routine.

Look, Geller, there's no need
for us knocking heads
over this thing.

We're both after
the same thing,
the public's welfare.

Now, maybe we can
figure out a way

to make your cooperation
work to your advantage.

I already have a pension plan,
Mr. Arnold.

No, I mean
maybe you and your bosses

might enjoy
a little national publicity.

But nobody in the department
wants to be quoted
in this rag.

Have you seen these photos?

A little garbage, moldy cheese.

Your readers may not have
anything better
to worry about.

We do.

Come see us when you bust
some real offenders.

Maggots, cockroaches,
real filth.

That's when we get involved.

Until then, leave us out of it,

or you'll see what kind of power

the Department of Health
does have.

Good day, Mr. Arnold.

David, we're off to the market.

We'll be back in a few minutes.

Fine, I'll see you then.
Okay.

Ciao.
Ciao.

ARNOLD: You ready?

CHARLIE: I was born ready.

You know,
if I ever wrestle again,

I think I'm gonna
call myself the Cockroach.

That's great, Charlie.

Bring your little friends
and let's do it.

Come on.

CHARLIE: Over here's
a good launching pad.

(CHUCKLES)

What do those things
like to eat, Charlie?

CHARLIE: They eat anything.
Anything. You name it,
these guys will eat it.

ARNOLD: Ugh.
I never liked bugs.

CHARLIE: They're beautiful.

Go on, get in there,
get in there.
Look at them.

(CHARLIE LAUGHING)

Chow time, guys.

Come on.

Get in there.
That's it.

Look at them.
Hurry up!

Look at them.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Get him. Get the camera!

Go on, take it.

Well, he won't give us
any more trouble.

All right, give me a hand.

Come on,
smile for the camera, huh?

(ROARS)

CHARLIE: I ain't gonna
wrestle this guy.

Out of the way!

ARNOLD: Look out,
he's got the freezer.

(ROARING)

Auf wiedersehen, girls.

The guard tells me
you signed out
for my Hulk photos, McGee.

Yeah, I did. I thought
maybe they'd help me
with the brass.

Oh, and did they?

Not much, no.
Maybe you could.

You were there.
You saw the Hulk.

This is my story
and those are my photos,
McGee.

Why do you do it, Arnold?

Do what? I do my job.
It's as simple as that.

No.

You could be a good reporter.

You're smart enough.

You always take the cheap shot.

Let me tell you something,
McGee.

There's only a handful
of reporters in this country
that make big money,

and I intend to be one of them.

So that's it.

Go for the bucks.

Yeah.

No matter who it hurts.

Right.

You want me to do it straight,
the way you do,
and end up with nothing?

Well, I sleep good.

I shave with my eyes
wide open. I have friends.

Feel a little sorry
for you, Joe.

Save your sympathy, pal,
for yourself.

All right, girls, ready?
One, two, three, push.

What are we gonna do
if we get customers?

We'll call Pizza People.
They deliver.

I can't.

Oh, no.

Poor Fred.

He sounded so upset
when he phoned in
his resignation.

Yeah. This is a great time
for us to lose
our Italian chef.

Customers.

Fine.

Maybe they'll just want salads.

JILL: Yes, sir.
Can we help you?

We're really not prepared
to serve dinner,

but we could fix you up
a nice salad.

McGEE: Well...

Or a great
grilled cheese sandwich.

No, thanks. I'm Jack McGee
from The National Register.

Oh, great.
What'd your paper do,

send you over here
for a follow-up story?

Bankruptcy and the single girl?

I'm no fan of Joe Arnold.

It's just that...
That's not why I'm here,
anyway.

I wanted to talk to you
about the Hulk.

The what?

McGEE: The Hulk.
That's the big green
creature...

KAREN: Listen, we don't care
about any Hulk, you know?

All we're interested in
right now is our business.

Do you have any idea
how hard it was

to get a loan for this place,

any idea at all?

I appreciate your problems.
I got a few of my own.

I just thought maybe
we could help each other.

Do you have any suggestions?

Yeah, I think I do.

See, my paper
is offering $10,000

to anybody who can help us
find the Hulk.

Now, I want him captured,

and I think I know
how to do that.

The only thing is,
I need a lead
on where to find him.

Well, I don't really know
what we can tell you.

I'll tell you what.

You get us
those pictures back
from Joe Arnold

that he took in here,

and we will tell you
everything that we know.

Those photographs
are logged and dated.
I'd have to steal them.

It's a violation of ethics.

What would anybody working
for The National Register
know about ethics?

Yeah, I understand how you feel.

Well, you've got my card
in case you change your mind.

And we're in the phone book
in case you change yours.

I honestly wish
I could've helped.

Yeah.

You know, I wish
we could help him.

Oh, Jill. Come on.

Ladies,

I think you should
take a look
at these pictures.

JILL: Oh, our last customers.

Jill, I'm in no mood
for a trip down memory lane.

I think
you're missing the point.

You took these pictures
on Monday, same day
that Joe Arnold showed up.

That's right, Monday.
Here's the receipt. The 22nd.

Now look at the headline.
"Bears Win 14-0."

The game was played on Sunday.

This is Monday morning's
paper, first edition.

Now look at the clock
on the wall.

12:30. The kitchen
is spotless.

Now, the Register's photo log
and your receipt should prove

that these pictures were taken
less than an hour apart.

Well, that's just what we need
to force the Register
to print a retraction.

Okay, we have to get hold
of that photo log.

Yeah, well, we can't just
walk in there and take it.

Can we?

GAME WARDEN: That thing
was backed into a corner.

Have you ever seen
a pregnant gorilla
when she's trapped?

No.

The police started talking
about shooting
the bloody thing

'cause they were
terribly nervous

about it being
near a school and all.

So when I received
the phone call
from the society,

I knew this was
the perfect chance
to try out the new rifle.

I mean, isn't it smashing?

They awarded us the ape
when it was over.

And she's really
quite fond of me now.

And there were no side effects?

None whatsoever.

She was perfectly normal
when she regained
consciousness,

the only difference being
she was tucked away
safe and sound in her cage.

How many of these did you use?

Oh, only one dart.
That's enough to knock out
a medium-sized elephant.

May I see that?

Oh, certainly.

After something big?

Yeah, you could say that.

Oh.

Something big.

Do you think it'll be
distracting enough?

Are you kidding?
She'd be distracting
in a gunnysack.

Are you nervous?

A little.

Now, remember,
keep your shoulders back.

Come on, she's gonna be
all right. Okay?

I'll be all right.
I'll be all right.

And remember the coat.

The coat, okay.

Yeah, okay? Good luck.

Good luck.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Excuse me.

Who do you want to see, miss,
at this hour?

I'm here to see Mr...

Mr. Steinhauer.

Oh, as far as I know,
he's left for the day.

Young lady,
you're gonna catch a draft.

Don't you have a coat?

Yes. No.

I mean, it's in the car.

I was sure Bobby told me
to meet him here.

You know,
colds are very easy
to come by nowadays

unless you're careful.

He told me we would go out
for a late supper.

Well, now, how about
something homemade and hot?

My wife made
some wonderful soup. Here.

Let me give you some.
It'll do you good.

Oh, no, thank you.
If Mr. Steinhauer isn't here,
I'll just...

Soup is good
on a night like this.

A night like this?

Look, young lady.

Mr. Steinhauer
may be a big shot,

but between you and me,

I wouldn't let my daughter
go out with him.

You wouldn't?

No way.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Samuelson here. Oh, yes, sir.

I thought you'd already left.

Yes, Mr. Steinhauer.

Guess he was here after all.

You can go ahead up.

Thank you.

Miss,

be careful.

I will.

A piece of cake.

What happened?
Did he make a pass?

He wants to adopt me.

Ladies, please, the photo lab.

Okay.

Photographs, negatives
and contacts, huh?

Look, timed and dated.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

What?

This is the run sheet
for the next issue
of The National Register.

The issue
that goes to press tonight

has the story
on our restaurant
running front page.

Oh, no.
All this work for nothing.

What about the pictures?

Well, they've probably made
a dummy sheet
and print plate by now.

Whatever pictures they picked
have been duplicated.

All right,
where's the dummy sheet?

It's probably in the trash.

I mean,
they only use it once
to make the plates.

Now, if we want
to stop the story,
we've got to get those plates.

Okay, come on.

Hiya, Jack.

Sam.

Just making the rounds.

You still on the trail
of that thing?

Yeah.

You work too hard.

Have you had any dinner?

Dinner? No.

I happen to have
some nice, hot,
homemade soup.

Yeah, and I've got work to do.

Okay, if this Hulk
is more important
than your health.

Sam?

Thanks anyway.

Yeah, sure.

All right, ladies.

But, David, we can't
just leave you here.

Yes, you can.

But, David, you...

Jill, listen to me.

You look lovely,
but you're not dressed
for fast getaways.

Now, if only one person
goes into the print shop,

only one person
has the possibility
of getting caught.

Right. Let's go.
All right.

We'll wait for you
at the restaurant.
Go ahead. Goodbye.

Yes. Be careful.

Yes.

I just don't see
how we can leave him up there.

I mean, don't you care
what happens to him?

Of course I care
what happens to him.

MAN 1: Hey, what's happened?

MAN 2: The lights went out.
Circuit breaker
must have shorted out.

Well, let's check it out.

Hey, watch it.

If you'd pick up your feet,
I wouldn't step on them.

It's locked.
You got the key?

SAMUELSON: Hey, you guys,
what happened?

Where are the lights?

MAN 2: Think it's
the circuit breaker.

SAMUELSON: This place
is falling apart at the seams.

Hi, Sam. You got the key?

Yeah, it's gotta be
one of these.

MAN 1: Don't you know
which one it is?

SAMUELSON: Sure, sure.
It's just a matter
of finding it.

Hey, the ink's gonna dry
on the drums.

I'm going as fast as I can.

It's a Mallick lock.
Look for a Mallick key.

It's easier said than done
with no light.

That should work.

That's not it, huh?

For crying out loud, Sam.

This is gonna be the one.

(EXCLAIMS)

There we go.

There you go.

Yeah, it's about time.

Gee, that was funny.

(PHONE RINGING)

Wait a minute.

Samuelson here.

Sam?

Oh, hello, Jack.

Yeah, I don't know
quite what it was.

It was a circuit breaker,
yeah.
Circuit breaker.

Well, everything seems to be
all right now.

(ROARING)

Jack, it's...

It's the Hulk.

Where?
In the print shop.

MAN 1: He stopped
the presses!

Gosh! Look at that!

He tore the press drum
right out.

MAN 2: What's he doing now?

I ain't sticking around
to find out.

Let me out of here.

(ROARS)

(GROWLS)

Help. Somebody help.
He'll get away.

Is anyone down here?
You gotta help me.

MAN ON PA:
There's an intruder
in the building.

All employees
still on the premises,

stay in your offices
and lock the doors.

I repeat,
there's an intruder
in the building.

All employees
still on the premises,

stay in your offices
and lock the doors.

(ROARING)

Mr. McGee. Mr. McGee.
Please respond
at any security phone.

If you are hurt,
stay where you are
and we'll find you.

The police are on the way,
Mr. McGee.

Mr. McGee. Mr. McGee.
Please respond
at any security phone.

If you are hurt,
stay where you are
and we'll find you.

The police are on the way,
Mr. McGee.

(GROANING)

McGEE: Who are you?

Help me. Help...

You know, as of lunch today,
we're back in the black,
thanks to David.

The important thing is
we can now pay off our loan.

Well, the place sure has
lost a lot of its magic
since he left.

I mean, men like David
just don't come into
a girl's life very often.

He was so special.

If I ever see him again,
I'm gonna tell him
exactly how I feel

about him leaving us
without even giving notice.

We'll never see him again.

Another town, another name.

Wasn't he wonderful?

He was perfect.