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, 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?
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)
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!
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.
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.