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(ROARS)

No! No!

The news said he was beaten
and carried off
by some kind of creature.

Do you know
anything about that?

That creature's
already killed two people.

Oh, I can believe that,
seeing the way he beat my son.

Is there some kind of trouble?

(SIREN WAILING)

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)

(BELL RINGING)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Hey! Hey, look...
No, no!

I just planted them.

Did you see the ones
taking the sidewalk?

Oh, for...

No... Oh, don't miss that one!

Sorry, mister.

(SOBBING)

You okay?

It's all right.
I'm not...
Not going to hurt you.

What's your name? I don't
think I've ever seen you
hiding here before.

Are you hiding?

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

Yes.

Want to tell me why?

I don't want them
to see me crying.

Oh, you mean
the other kids?

Yeah.

Well, I...

I can understand that.

But you know,

it's okay to cry.

Hey,

those arms look pretty bad.

What happened?
Did you get in a fight?

No.

Accident?

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Those arms must...

Must hurt an awful lot.

Looks like they could
get infected.

What do you say we go see
the school nurse, huh?

Hmm?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, champ.
That ought to do it.

Now,

why don't you wait out in
the hall for Mr. Baxter,

and he'll walk you back
to class.

Okay.

What's his name, anyway?

Mark Hollinger.

Silent type, isn't he?

(CHUCKLES) To strangers.

He wouldn't talk much to me
either the first couple
of times.

Uh...

Pardon me, I'm not sure
I understand.

Are you trying to tell me
that this has happened before?

He seems to have
a penchant for falling down.

"Falling down."

Well, I'll tell you,
I'll give you elbow
and knee scrapes.

But not multiple contusions
on the forearms.

Are you a nurse,
Mr. Baxter? Or a doctor?

I'm a human being
and I've fallen down.

(SIGHS)

Look, I can't get personally
involved with every child
that comes in here.

Oh.

It's not that I don't care.
It's just that

I don't have the time.

Hmm.

My job is to patch
the cuts and bruises.

Not to worry about how
they got there.

I see.

Now, if you don't mind.

Mr. Baxter.

Mr. Baxter.

Well, warming up
for the Olympics?

No. I was just trying to
catch up to you.

Well, you were
very successful. How come
you're still at school?

I mean, most of the students
went home hours ago.

Well, I wanted to...

I don't know, I...

(ICE CREAM TRUCK
PLAYING JINGLE)
Well, your timing is perfect.

Want an ice cream?
Yeah!

(WHISTLES)

It's a nice neighborhood.
You live around here?

Yeah, on Maple Drive.

Ah, it's a pretty street.
Like it?

It's all right.
Not many kids to play with.

Then who do you play with?

My dad.
My mom sometimes.

What kind of games
do you play?

Basketball, mostly.

Really?

Tell me something,
do you play rough?

No, we usually play 21.

What kind of games do you
play with your mother?

Indoor stuff.

Mom worries about me a lot.

She does?

Like those bruises
on your arms, does she
worry about those?

Mark, look,

I don't think you got those
bruises falling down.

You want to
tell me what happened?

I got them falling down.
I don't think that's true.

Look, I told you I got them
falling down, all right?

All right.

I can't get you to talk
if you don't want to.

But, Mark, if you ever
need a friend,

I just want you to know
I'll be there.

Where do you live?

If you happen to be walking
this way, I'll show you.

DAVID: There it is
in the corner.

My place is the one
on the second floor up
there with the balcony.

Come on in.

This is a nice place.

Oh, it's okay.

I used to live in an
apartment when I was a kid.

It was a little bigger,
but it wasn't as nice as this.

Thank you.

Does this fold out
into a bed?

Yes.

As a matter of fact, it does.

I bet you could sleep, two
or three people in here easy.

Probably.

I'll bet it wouldn't be much
trouble at all. Not if they
were quiet.

Is there some kind of trouble?

Hmm?

Look,

if you can't tell me

what the problem is,
there's not very much
I can do to help you.

Well.

I would have to imagine
that your mother and father

are probably very worried
about you right now.

I think probably the best
thing for me to do

is to take you home.

Okay?

Okay.

MARK: Hey, Dad.

Hey, Mark, you had me worried.
I thought something might have
happened to you.

Where'd you find him?

Well, at school.

I'm David Baxter,
the groundskeeper.

Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Hey, partner, you really
had me worried.

Hey, Mark,
what happened to your arm?

Um...

Nothing.

Apparently he...

Well, he fell down while
playing after school,

so I took him to the nurse
before I brought him home.

I don't think
it's too serious,
some scratches and bruises.

But they should heal
in a few days.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, you had me worried,
partner.

You know I don't mind
you playing late after school,

but, well, you should
have called. You know that.

I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't
wanna make you worry.

Well, as long as you're
okay, I guess that's
all that counts.

Thanks again.

No problem.

Okay, sport. Go on and
wash up for dinner. And don't
get those bandages wet.

Okay, Dad.
Grab your basketball
on your way in.

Okay.

He's a great kid.

Yeah, he sure is.

I appreciate you bringing
him home.
That's all right.

You got time for a beer?

Yes, I'd like that.

Good, come on in.

I guess I worry a little bit
more than most parents.

But, well, I'm
crazy about that boy.

If anything
ever happened to him,
I'd never forgive myself.

I wish Margaret were here.
I know she'd like
to thank you, too.

Your wife?

Yeah.

She works nights at the
pharmacy down on
Third and Main.

I make a pretty good salary
as a bookkeeper, but,

well, it seems like it takes
two incomes to keep the old
ranch going these days.

Yeah.

It's a shame.

A lot of pressure on her.

You know, taking care of the
house, worrying about Mark.

Sometimes I think the strain
is a little too much for her.

MARK: Okay, Dad.

Okay. Let's see.

That's good, Son.

Those hands would even
make your mom happy.

May I help you?
Yes, please.

Will that be all?
Mmm-hmm.

It's $1.75.

Oh, I couldn't help
but notice your nameplate.

"Mrs. Hollinger."
Do you happen
to have a son named Mark?

Yes, I do.
Well.

My name is David Baxter.
I'm the groundskeeper
at his school.

I took him home
this afternoon.

Is he all right?
Has anything
happened to him?

He's fine.

Apparently he fell down after
school, received a number
of bruises on his arms.

So I took him to the nurse.

She said a very curious thing.

Evidently, Mark has fallen
down a lot before.

Because she's treated him
quite a number of times.

I was wondering if you were
aware of the problem.

Perhaps he'd talked
to you about it.

No, he hasn't.
Has he talked to you?

I think he's afraid to.

What are you trying to imply?
Nothing.

Nothing. I'm just trying
to bring to your attention

the fact that Mark
gets bruised a lot

and nobody seems
to know why.

Well, you've done that,
then. Good night.

Mrs. Hollinger,

I think he's being beaten.

That is ridiculous.

And anything
that has to do with my son
is none of your business.

I don't need you
to help me raise my son.

Now, please, just get out.

Just get out.

Hi, Mark.
Hi, Mr. Baxter.

Hey, hey, hey.

How's it going? How're the
bruises? How do you feel?

(GROANS)
I'm... I'm gonna
be late. Bye.

Mark. Wait a minute.

MISS WALKER:
Mark, I'm sending you home
for the rest of the day.

How's the salve on your back?

Feel better?
Yeah.

Okay, wait outside
for Mr. Baxter.

Okay.

Now,

are you still going to tell me
that those welts came
from falling down?

He's a battered child.

Now, why aren't you doing
anything about it?

It hurts me to see Mark
looking like that,

but I don't have a choice.

I don't understand.

You're a groundskeeper,
Mr. Baxter. You can
probably find a job anywhere.

I'm on staff here.
There must be at least 50
people waiting for my job.

I got involved
in a similar case
at another school.

Reported it to the principal.

To the police.

When the child's parents
got through with me,

I didn't have a job.

I have no intention of going
through that again.

Can't you, or someone
from the school,
go and see his parents?

Why don't you?

WOMAN ON T. V:
Good evening. The Dow Jones
Industrials closed today

with the largest volume
of trade in its history.

More from David Powell
on Wall Street.

POWELL: Stock prices
rose sharply Monday

in active trading
on Wall Street

as large institutions
reentered the market
after taking a break.

The Dow Jones Average
of 30 industrial issues

closed up 16.29
to 863.83,

the highest in the
history of the Dow Jones.

Volume on the New York
Stock Exchange
was 39.58 million shares.

Nearly three times
as many issues rose...

Mark?

Come here, Son.
I want to talk to you.

... totaled a whopping
44.24 million shares.

What does all this mean?

You're late again,
you know that?

Yes, sir.

Is that all you have to say?
You didn't even phone home.

Mark, your mother stayed home
from work today, she was
so worried about you.

You know, you've
really upset her.

(ANNOUNCER CHATTERING ON T. V.)

What's that in your pocket?

Let me see it.

It says here you were
dismissed at 10:30
this morning.

Where were you?

Well?

Answer your father, Mark.
Where were you all day?

I was...
I was just walking around.

With your new friend
Mr. Baxter?

No, sir. I was alone.

And you weren't
doing anything wrong?

No, ma'am.

Then why did you come
sneaking in, Son?

You know, Mark,
you get more and more
out of hand every day.

What do we have to do
to teach you to behave?

Why don't you just go wash
your hands in the kitchen?

Then set the table for dinner
and we'll talk about it later.

(CHATTERING ON T. V. CONTINUES)

That's it.

Right on the number.

Follow through.
That's it, Son.

WOMAN ON T. V:
Most 12-year-old boys
are willing to admit

they owe a great deal
to their fathers,

but in the case
of Walter Jefferies
and his son, Peter,

the roles have recently
been reversed.

Peter walked nearly 20 miles
out of the mountains of
Northern Michigan yesterday

to save his father's life.

They were flying their
single-engine plane

back to Lafayette, Indiana
early Tuesday

when the plane
developed engine trouble
and crashed.

Peter was thrown clear,
suffering only minor bruises,

but his father
was trapped in the wreckage
and knocked unconscious.

Peter quickly administered
first aid, covered his father
against the freezing cold,

and then struck out on his
own towards the nearest town,

approximately 20 miles away.

(VOLUME DECREASES)

Mark?

Bring me another beer,
will you?

What's the matter?

Don't you want to help
your father?

Yes, sir.

Then get me another beer.

(CLICKS REMOTE CONTROL)

(VOLUME INCREASES)
... by a motorist and taken
to the highway patrol.

Where he directed
the Air Rescue Service
to the crash site.

The elder Jefferies was
taken to Muskegon County
General Hospital

where he was treated for
shock and loss of blood.

Listed in fair condition
today, doctors said
Jefferies owed his life

to his son's quick thinking.

If Peter had not
reached help when he did,
his father would have died.

Jack? Dinner's almost ready.

Why don't you wait till later
and have a beer then?

I want one now!

I'll get it.
No, Margaret.

I want the boy to bring it.

MARGARET:
You better take it to him,
sweetheart.

Here's your beer, Dad.

Bring it here.

Bring it here
and hand it to me.

Bring it to me, Mark!

You don't like to help me,
do you?

Bring it here and hand it
to me, boy.

Now!

Put it in my hand.

Now look what you've done.

Clean it up!
Come here, clean it up!

MARGARET: Please, stop.

I don't understand you, Mark.

I give you love
and a decent home.
What is it?

Why won't you do
what I tell you?
Now clean it up!

Jack, please!
It's not his fault!

Jack, no!

Now get over here!

Get over here and mind me
and clean it up!

(MARGARET SCREAMING)

MARK: Please, Dad, no.

MARK: Leave me alone, Dad!

Mrs. Hollinger?

MARGARET: Jack, stop it.
There's someone at the door.

Mrs. Hollinger!

Mark!

JACK: Mark, get over here.

Go away, please.
You'll only make it worse.

I can't.

JACK: Wait till I get
my hands on you.

Mrs. Hollinger,
for God's sake, let me in!

Who is it, Margaret?

He could freak out!
Get out!
No! What...

Why don't you
mind your own business,
Baxter?

Get out of here!

(GROANING)

(JACK SHOUTING)

Sir? Sir, I need your help!
No way, mister.

There's a boy back there
being beaten.
I know.

Well, then call the police!
Look, I got my own life
to think about.

That Hollinger's crazy.

Well, then will you please
let me use your telephone?
I'm sorry, I can't do it!

You can't ignore that!

Ma'am?

Miss, please,
I need your help.

There's a boy being beaten
in the house across
the street! Miss!

Miss!

We have to call the police!

(JACK SHOUTING)

Miss, I need your help!

I told you
to stay out of this!
I'll discipline him.

MARK: No, Dad!

Jack,
please leave him alone.

Don't run away, Mark.

I want you to come here
and clean this up.

You need to be punished, Mark.

Jack, don't!

You've done wrong.

Come here, Mark.

I wanna get my hands on you.

Dad.
Why have you been
doing this to me?

Jack! Don't!
You're gonna hurt him!

(HULK ROARING)

(MARGARET SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

No!

JACK: Who are you?

Get out of here!

MARGARET: What're you doing?

You stay away from them.

Jack, look out.

Jack!

Don't you hurt him!

Jack!

No!

Mark, Mark!
No, no, you stay away!

Stay away!

Help! No!

No!

Who are you?
Please help, somebody!

No!

Mark! No, stop, stop!
Please!

Where are you going?
You bring my son back! Mark!

Stop, please!

Help, somebody!

Help!

Mark!

Mark!

Mark!

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
We have an all-points bulletin

(TIRES SCREECHING)
For an enormous, muscular man
with green-colored skin.

He has abducted a 10-year-old
boy, and is believed to be
heading downtown.

He is considered dangerous.

POLICEMAN 1: Okay, you.
Hold it right there.

(O VER RADIO)
One-Baker-Seven.

We have subject sighted
on Waring between Fulton
and Hargrove.

Request backup.

POLICEMAN 2: This is
Two-Baker-Four. We're half
a block away and responding.

One-Baker-Seven. 10-4.

(O VER LOUDSPEAKER)
Please step away
from the boy

and put your hands
against the wall.

Step away from the boy.

Let's move in.

No. He's okay,
don't hurt him.

(ROARING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(ROARING)

Hey, what the hell happened?

I'll get on the horn
for that backup.

I think we'd better not
let them see you.

Come on.

Come on.

Mr. Baxter.

The green man,
it was you.

Yes.

How?

It's rather difficult
to explain.

You change?

Yes.

I wish I could.

At times it'd
come in real handy.

Let's go home.

This time, can we go
to your house?

Sure.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hi, I'm glad you could come.

Where is he?
In the kitchen.

Hi, Miss Walker.

The...

The news said he was beaten
and carried off
by some kind of creature.

Do you know anything
about that?

Only if the creature
was his father.

I found him later,
wandering around
in the streets alone, so I...

I brought him here.

All right. Now what?

You have to go to the police.

I told you.

I already went that route.

What happens when the school
throws me out?

Who's going to find me
a new staff position? You?

There may be some things
in life that are
more important

than keeping one's job.

Well, then tell me why
I don't see you beating down
the police department doors?

If you're so concerned
and righteous,

then why don't you go to them?

Because I have considerably
more to lose than just my job.

Now, what's that supposed
to mean? You're wanted?

Something like that. Yes.

But if you won't go,

I will.

Would it help
if I were to find
another witness?

Would you go then?

Thank you very much,
Miss Walker.

Mark?

Listen, why don't you go to
school with Miss Walker?

And I'll see you there, okay?

MARK: Okay.

Now make sure you keep
him at school. Don't let
anybody send him home

until after we've
seen the police.

All right.

Where are you going?

To get that other witness.

Who?
His mother.

I wanna thank you for
your help, Mrs. Hollinger.

One of these days they're
gonna catch that creature.

Until they do, every
little bit of information
that I can get my hands on

not only makes good copy
for my readers,

it's also useful
to the police.

Thank God my son was found
safe and my husband and I

weren't hurt any worse
than we were.

You're more fortunate than you
realize, Mrs. Hollinger.

That creature's
already killed two people.

Oh, I can believe that,
seeing the way he beat my son.

He tossed Jack around
like he was a rag doll.

He was so enormous.

Will Mark be coming home
this morning?

No. The school nurse thought
it best to keep him at school.

But I went and saw him
and he's fine.

And what about your husband?

The hospital wants to keep him
for a couple of hours more.

But he'll be home
this afternoon.

Mrs. Hollinger, would you mind
if I came back tomorrow

with a photographer,
grabbed a couple of pictures?

No, no, not at all.
I'll be expecting you.

Thank you very much.

I don't know what you're doing
here, but whatever it is, I'm
not interested. Now go away.

Please, Mrs. Hollinger. I
wanna talk to you about Mark.
I wanna help the boy.

Just get out of here
and leave me alone.
I can't.

If you don't leave right
now, I'm calling the police!
Fine.

Please do that.

And I will tell them exactly
what it is your husband
has been doing to Mark,

because there are laws
against child abuse.

Come in.

Thank you.

Mrs. Hollinger,
I honestly believe that your
life and the life of your son

are in serious danger
from your husband.

That's ridiculous.

Is it?

How many times have you
and your son been beaten
in the last year?

In the last week?

It only happens
every once in a while
when Jack isn't himself.

When he loses his temper.

That doesn't happen
very often.

Every once in a while?

Mark has been beaten
so badly

he's had to go to the nurse's
office for treatment
eight times in the past month.

Eight times,
Mrs. Hollinger.

And some of those beatings
were so severe

he was sent home
with a note

telling you to take him
to a doctor.

Stop it. Jack is a good man.

He's also a child beater,

and that makes him
very dangerous.

I don't know what's
happening to him.

Jack and Mark
used to be so close.

The last couple of years...

Jack loves Mark, he loves me.

It's just that

he loses control
of himself.

It tears him apart afterwards.
He feels so guilty.

He doesn't mean to do it.
It just

happens.

He must have
psychiatric help.

Now.

Before he does irreparable
damage to either you
or to Mark.

I've lain awake
night after night

thinking about it.

But there's nothing I can do.
I love him.

Then help him.

Go to the police
with Miss Walker and tell
them what's been going on.

He'll go to jail.

He'll go to a doctor.

Dear God.
I just can't. I can't.

You've got to go.

Or I will.

Give me some time.

(SIGHING)

Mrs. Hollinger,

I will be in the gymnasium

with Mark after school today.

(BELL RINGING)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

DAVID: Hey, Mark.

Wanna play a little
one-on-one?

All right.

Twenty-one. I'll go first.
What happened to one-on-one?

You're too tall.
I'd get slaughtered.

Obviously, you have
never seen me play.

Hold it.

Top of the key.

No, you shoot from back there
and I'll shoot from up here.

Handicapper.

Miss Walker said you
went to see my mom.

I expect to meet her here
in a few minutes.

What for?

Well, we thought it might be
best if all of us,

Miss Walker, your mother,
and you and myself,

all went to the
police station.

But why?

We were trying to get away
from the cops last night.

I...

I wanna talk to them
about your father.

'Cause I think one day he
may hurt you pretty badly.
I don't wanna see that happen.

Will they put him in jail?
No.

Then he'll come back to us.
Mark...

He'll start all over except
that he'll just be madder.

No, no, Mark,
you gotta understand.

Your father's
not a criminal.

He doesn't want
to beat you.

Then why does he do it?

Because he has a problem

and we may be
able to help him with it
if we go to the police.

You're not going
anywhere, Baxter.

I don't know
who you think you are,

but I'm good and tired
of you interfering
in my family.

Mr. Hollinger, I'm just
trying to help your son.

What I do with my son
and my wife is my business.

You understand?

But can't you see
that you're hurting them?

You need help.
Let me help you!

By taking me to the police?

Mr. Hollinger, I just...

Dad! Leave him alone!
Leave him alone!

Get out of here, Mark!

Mark, run!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Mark?
Dad, he's got Mr. Baxter
in the gym.

He's beating him up.
Oh, my God!
I'll call the police.

Don't move.

Mark!

(GROANS)

I'll teach you about help.

Come on!

Come on out, Baxter.

What's the matter?
Can't you handle it?

Baxter?

(ROARING)

Get away from me.
Stay away!

No, please.

Stay away!

(MOANING)

MAN: Here, Jack.

Come here.

Put your hands down, boy.

Please. Don't hit me, Daddy.

(CRYING)

(SOBBING) Daddy. Oh, Daddy.

I won't be bad, Daddy.
Please don't hit me anymore!

Mark.

Please forgive me.

(SOBBING)

I'm sorry.

Please, Son, I'm...

Mark, I'm sorry.

It's okay, Dad.

Oh, Mark.

(CRYING)

I'm sorry, Son.

Please.

(SOBBING)

Well, that is what
I call a breakfast.

Are you sure you don't want to
stay and talk to that reporter
about the green man?

Yeah, you might get your
picture in the paper.

I think that that's
probably something
I would rather avoid.

Anyway, you two are
going to be all right?

They say Jack will be home
from the hospital
in less than a month.

We'll be fine.

And you do understand
why your father
behaved like that?

Yeah. Me and Dad
talked it over.

I guess Gramps beat him up
a lot when he was my age.

Something in his sub...
Something in his sub...

Subconscious.

Yeah, something in his
subconscious made him do
the same thing.

I guess he was just
kind of taking it out on me.

I guess he kind of was.

But I'm proud of you.

You're a brave young man.

Do you have to go?

Yeah, I'm afraid I do.
But a good gardener can
always get a staff job.

Goodbye.
Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Mr. Baxter?

How about another game
of 21?

(BOTH EXCLAIMING)

I think I better quit
while I'm ahead.