Lady, would you like to just slow down a little bit, please?
You wanted a ride, didn't you?
DAVID: Look out!
What's happening to you is temporary amnesia.
DAVID: Did I have any identification?
This man could be a very important link in finding the creature.
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)
Where are you headed?
Well, San Diego, eventually.
Well, hop aboard. I can haul you as far as Santa Fe.
Oh, that'd be great. Thank you.
Is something wrong?
I don't make a habit of this, picking up riders,
(SNIFFLING)
But you look all right, clean-cut, even handsome.
Thank you.
You can't live with them, and you can't live without them.
I beg your pardon?
Men, they're all born snakes.
You're in a hurry to get to Santa Fe?
You might say that. I'm after my man,
my husband, Bronc Sanders, southwestern bull-riding champion.
You're both in rodeo, are you?
Rodeo! Rodeo! If it wasn't for the damn rodeo,
Bronc would never have run off with that no-good...
(SOBBING)
Cute little stunt rider, huh?
Twenty-two years old, huh?
If she's a day under 30, then I'm Marie Osmond!
Lady, would you like to just slow down a little bit, please?
Slow down? Sure! And let that idiot get more and more hogtied
by that red-headed home wrecker?
Not on your life!
You ain't never really been mad, have you?
You ain't never really felt the bloodlust boiling up inside of you, have you?
I knew it! I could see it. Look at you. You just ain't the type.
Lady, the road!
(STUTTERING) Miss, you realize, don't you,
that you won't be able to stop Bronc and his friend, you know,
if you kill us before we get to Santa Fe?
"We," huh?
Where are you from, good-looking?
Please, the road. Lady, the road.
I'm watching. I'm watching.
Now, where are you from?
Oklahoma City.
Oklahoma City? No kidding?
(WHOOPING)
Hon, that's my hometown!
(WHOOPING)
That's nice.
And here we are already with just tons in common with each other.
Now, look, lady.
Lady, you have to stop or slow down or let me out.
What are you talking about, hon?
You was hitchhiking, wasn't you?
Yes.
You wanted a ride, didn't you?
Yeah, I did, but will you listen to...
Look out!
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
Look at that. Someone's in there.
(ROARING)
It's gonna blow!
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
She's really hurt. You better go call an ambulance.
He must be the hitchhiker she was talking about.
He's awake, Doctor.
(DAVID GROANING)
Hello. How do you feel?
(DAVID GROANING)
DAVID: (IN RASPY VOICE) I feel strange.
Where am I? What happened?
You're at Saint Monica's Hospital, Santa Fe, New Mexico.
You were in an automobile accident yesterday.
Don't you remember the accident?
Yesterday?
No.
(GROANING)
My throat hurts.
Bruised larynx. Nothing serious. You're very lucky.
Okay, now, let's try it again.
What is your name?
I don't know.
WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Sherman, Gyn-Ob. Dr. Sherman, Gyn-Ob.
WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Goldstein, 345. Dr. Goldstein, 345.
(DAVID GROANING)
Now, what's happening to you is not uncommon.
Concussions, especially severe ones can sometimes cause temporary amnesia.
Did...
Did I have any identification?
No, I'm afraid not. The car burned.
There is a slightly scorched duffel bag in the property office.
It's probably yours.
Was there no name on it, initials, something?
No.
You're officially listed as John Doe.
Just a few minutes. That's all that I ask.
If you're not a relative, Mr. McGee,
I'm quite sure that the resident will not want you speaking with the patient.
This could be a very important story.
Listen, do you read The National Register?
Yes, occasionally.
I knew it. Well, then you know about the Hulk.
All right, now, this man, the one that they brought in here,
could be a very important link in finding the creature,
and, naturally, there'd be a lot of publicity
for the person who helped me find it.
Well, all right, then.
The doctor's with him now.
Now, if he won't let you speak with him,
at least he may be able to answer a few of your questions.
Room 220.
220.
And, Mr. McGee, that was Phalen.
Phalen.
Edith Phalen.
Thanks, Edith.
(CLEARING THROAT)
Everything's a blank. It's as if it had all been erased.
I'm sure that after you've rested a little bit more,
the pieces will start fitting together.
It's really frightening, Doctor.
I feel as if I've just been born
right here in this room when I woke up.
I understand your disorientation, but you mustn't give up hope.
There are no set rules governing amnesia.
Amnesia?
May I help you?
Yeah I'm Jack McGee from The National Register.
What can I do for you, Mr. McGee?
Well, I want to talk to this man if it's all right with you.
I'm sorry, but I don't think it's wise at this time.
No, wait, Doctor, please.
I think I know him.
Are you sure?
No, I'm not sure of anything,
but it's a feeling.
It was a flash of a recognition, a feeling.
All right.
Okay, just a few minutes, then, all right?
Yeah. Yeah, thank you, Doctor. Thank you very much.
You're a reporter?
Yeah. Yeah, National Register.
That could be where you think you know me, you know?
I used to have a column, and there was a photograph, a byline.
You could have read the column, seen the pictures,
stick in memory, subconscious sort of thing.
No, no.
No, I don't think that was it.
Have you seen me before?
It's hard to say, the way they've got you rigged up here.
Flash burns and lacerations. The bandages will come off in about a week, maybe less.
I interviewed Mrs. Sanders.
She's the one that was driving the car. Mrs. Rose Sanders.
All she could remember was that you mentioned having just come from Oklahoma City.
That ring a bell?
No, nothing.
I was afraid of that. That was my tie-in. That's why I came here.
I'm sorry. I don't understand.
Oklahoma City. That's the last place anybody saw the Hulk, Oklahoma.
Here.
WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Rodriguez, 334.
There he is. That's the Hulk.
WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Rodriguez, 334.
(ROARING)
What is it? What's the matter?
(ROARING)
Are you remembering something?
The accident I was in, was it raining?
No, no rain. It was a perfectly clear day. Why?
Something in my mind,
but it was raining.
Well, that could have been another time.
You could have seen him another time when it was raining.
Could you tell me about that?
They found this on you.
I didn't think it meant anything, but maybe it does.
I don't understand.
You were in that car. You had this on you. Now, you must know something.
Look closely. Now, this is very important.
Did the Hulk wreck that car?
(ROARING)
What? What is it?
I don't know.
I just don't... I don't know.
Doctor, could they take these bandages off just for a second
to see if I know this man?
Not at this time.
The lacerations have to be covered at least a few days to prevent scarring.
Please, try to remember...
Remember anything at all.
I'm so tired. I'm getting so tired.
It's the sedative I gave him.
All right, you just lay there and rest, okay?
Just try and really relax.
Mr. McGee?
Yeah.
Let's go.
Yeah, sure.
WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Kirsch, 334. Dr. Kirsch, 334.
Oh. We'll talk again, if that's all right with you?
(SIGHING)
Anything to get to the truth.
Traumatic amnesia. No one really understands it.
A blow to the head, the brain is jarred severely,
and the memory's gone.
For how long?
Who knows?
A few days, weeks, years, maybe never.
Well, Doctor, isn't there some way that you can jog the memory,
some kind of drug, hypnosis?
Yeah. Well, if you two really know each other, maybe that will help.
Oh, there is a doctor in Los Angeles,
a specialist in the field, Sidney Brandes.
Now, he's had some successes with traumatic amnesia.
Well, we'll take him to Sidney Brandes.
Who's "we," Mr. McGee?
My paper. I'll just call my editor.
It'll take a little fancy talking, but he'll go for it.
Even if this guy can't help us find the Hulk,
it's too good a story to pass up,
so I'll charter a plane.
Wait a minute.
Don't you think you ought to ask our friend down the hall about all of this
before you start chartering planes and hiring specialists?
Well, Doctor, if you had a chance to regain your memory,
what would you do?
WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Perry, 762.
Well, if I were him, I suppose I'd have to go.
Right. So will he, Doctor.
I'll be gassing up in Barstow, Mr. McGee.
That ought to put us into LA at just about 5:30 p.m.
That is, if this weather front up here doesn't give us too much of a problem.
What if it does?
I wouldn't worry about it.
I'll just fly over, under or around it.
No sweat. Okay. Thanks, Captain.
About three hours.
It's all happening so quickly. It's hard to believe I was just in the hospital.
You're getting along fine. Even your voice is getting stronger.
I want to thank you very much for all you've done.
Oh, it's all right. Chalk it up to Jack McGee's good deed for the decade.
Listen, John...
John?
Yeah, well, I'm sorry. That's...
John Doe is the only name they had on your hospital chart.
It's all right. It's okay. I like it.
At least it gives me a feeling of being solid.
Yeah. Okay, John, let's get our situation straightened out here.
I'm not being entirely generous about this, you know.
I don't understand.
Well, if I find the Hulk, I get my story.
You collect $10,000 reward money.
(ECHOING) What's wrong? What's the matter?
You all right?
Where were you?
(HESITATING)
I'm not sure, Mr. McGee. I was suddenly...
I saw the controls of a plane, of a big plane,
and I was flying it, I think.
Well, maybe you were a pilot.
The doctor says stuff like this is gonna be happening.
Doors are going to be closing and opening in your mind.
And you can drop the "McGee." Call me Jack. I'm used to it.
Deal, John?
Deal, Jack.
Phoenix Center. Phoenix Center.
This is Weather Station Six Bravo. Over.
Go ahead, Six Bravo. This is Phoenix Center. Over.
Phoenix Center, this weather system's slowly but surely getting bigger
and moving your way.
Altitude reading now starts at 11,000 feet.
Low inversion center and high pressure ratio
indicates a building wind velocity
and electrical disturbance. Over.
That's a roger, Weather Station Six Bravo.
We're catching the edges of your storm at this time,
and we're notifying air-traffic control in our area.
Please keep us advised of further developments.
I'm way ahead of you, Mr. McGee. I'm trying to cut around it.
Can't climb on top. It's too high.
Damn, these things come out of nowhere this time of year.
Come on, baby. Come on.
You guys strap in back there pretty tight. It's going to get kind of rough.
I was in the Air Force in Korea,
but I never liked flying, you know what I mean?
Yeah, I know.
(CRASHING)
What was that?
That one hit us.
Snapped an oil line.
You guys get a hold of yourselves. I'm going to try and take it in.
Where?
Anywhere I can.
(BEEPING)
PILOT: Mayday, Mayday. This is a Mayday.
This is Nora-4-3-7-2-King.
Mayday. Mayday. This is Nora-4-3-7-2-King.
Mayday. Mayday.
We're breaking out of the cloud cover.
DAVID: McGee?
(GRUNTING)
McGEE: I don't believe my luck.
You're a lot luckier than the pilot.
He's dead?
Yeah.
I don't suppose he got a message through before we hit.
I don't know, Jack. Maybe one mayday, but that would be at best.
Tell me the truth, is my leg attached down there or what?
I think your tibia may be broken.
You have a very deep laceration here in your thigh.
I don't know. A good possibility of a compound fracture.
Oh, beautiful. My cup runneth over.
Speaking of which...
It's purely for medicinal purposes.
(CHUCKLING)
(GROANING)
Maybe I'll take a rain check.
Suit yourself.
Jack, give me a hand here.
Just hold that right there. Now, don't press it too hard.
That's it. Hold it on the wound.
Yeah. Try and reduce the bleeding, okay?
Yeah, okay.
What are you going to do now?
Well, now, I'm going to make your leg a splint.
Oh, good. You know how?
Yes, I do know how.
Jack, why don't you just tell me something about yourself.
For example, what city are you from, huh?
Oh. Saint Louis.
Tell me what Saint Louis is like. Maybe I've been there.
Not much to tell about Saint Louis.
I haven't been home for quite a while.
"Home is where there's love."
That's my old man. My father had a little saying
for all occasions.
He was honest and hardworking
and a failure at everything he ever tried.
Failure?
One small-time business after another.
He was the kind of guy who was an easy touch.
He'd give anybody a loan or credit.
Well, maybe he thought some things in life were more important than money.
(GROANING)
The two of you would've gotten along just fine.
Whoever you are, John Doe, it is becoming apparent that you're an idealist.
(SCREAMING)
Sorry, Jack.
(CHUCKLING)
I think you ought to grab a hold of something.
That branch behind you, get a grip on it.
Keep your body stretched out.
Yeah. Better put me back together again.
You got a hell of a bedside manner, John.
You suppose there's a possibility
that you were some kind of a doctor
before you forgot who you are?
Jack?
(EXCLAIMING)
(McGEE COUGHING)
How are you feeling?
Like I was shot at and hit.
How about yourself?
Oh, I'm all right, I guess. Thank you.
Did you check the plane's radio?
What was left of it, yeah.
I think we're gonna have to camp here tonight
and move out first thing in the morning.
Move out?
Well, shouldn't we stay near the wreckage
in case there's an aerial search?
I don't think so, Jack.
Fallen trees have covered the plane. It's impossible to see from the air.
And snow is coming. It's going to be freezing cold at night.
I want to get out of the valley before that happens.
We're not exactly dressed for winter, you know.
You're doing fine. Keep going.
Well, I went into the flight bag of our pilot.
By the way, here's some juice for you, too. That's all we've got.
Now, fortunately, the landmarks in this valley are very distinctive.
See? This big mountain, right there,
and right over here is over there, the north plateau.
We're right here.
McGEE: About 40 miles from the nearest town.
Eden, Arizona. Exactly 48 miles.
Now, what I did,
I took a piece of the broken wing, used the seatbelts as a harness.
What I thought I'd do is have you get on it, and I'd pull you out of here.
I've tracked the Hulk for two years now.
Every time I get close, he disappears. He just slips away.
Once it was in Wilmington.
Delaware?
Yeah.
That strike a nerve?
I've been in Wilmington, Delaware.
(STUTTERING) Don't ask me how I know. I just do.
Did you see the creature there?
Yeah, I was at a boxing match.
The creature jumped down out of the ring. It was unbelievable.
The audience went into panic. I followed it.
(GROWLING)
The next time was in New York, right on Park Avenue.
If only there was some way to control it. The Hulk's huge.
It's not like trying to tackle your local mugger, you know.
A story like this, if I could track that thing down,
it would put me right back on top again.
Tell me more about this Hulk. Do you know what it is?
(CHUCKLING)
If I knew the answer to that, I'd be halfway to home plate.
(SIGHING)
I showed photographs of the Hulk
to the leading anthropologists in the country.
Their conclusions range from "obvious hoax" to "freak mutation."
In other words, a big fat zero.
There was one man, a scientist.
He could have told me anything I wanted to know about the creature,
but he's dead.
Who was he?
Dr. David Banner.
What's the matter? Something wrong?
I think I just remembered something,
sort of like dropping a coin in a soda-pop machine, but there's no soda pop.
(SIGHING)
I don't know. Maybe telling me about your past will help remind me of mine.
Please. Please, go on.
What happened to Dr. Banner?
How did he die?
The Hulk.
It was shortly after the creature had first been sighted.
There was a man and his daughter.
They were camping in the woods.
The Hulk chased the little girl into the water.
The man took a shot at the creature. He was almost killed himself.
They found Banner's car in the area.
It had been wrecked and burned.
Police also found enormous footprints.
I managed to get a cast made.
Banner and his assistant denied knowing anything about it.
You can call it reporter's intuition
or a basically suspicious nature or whatever you want.
I just wasn't convinced
that Dr. Banner and his assistant were telling the truth,
so I decided to go back at night,
have a look at what they were up to in that lab.
What did you find out?
Enough to convince me that I was right.
ELAINA: A storage vault?
DAVID: It's on the edge of the institute's property.
It was built to store plutonium
for an atomic-powered project they did here a few years ago.
There's a vault there?
Oh, you better believe it.
The walls were made of lead, then steel, then concrete, four feet thick,
so if our friend does come back, he'll never get out of there.
And you think they were talking about this Hulk?
Absolutely.
If only I'd been able to hear more.
What happened?
Banner found me in that closet, escorted me out of the place
just before it all blew up.
The building was a mass of flames.
Elaina! My God, Elaina!
Banner ran back inside. I must've been dazed or something.
I came to.
It was the first time I saw it.
I'll never forget that moment as long as I live. Never.
They found Elaina Marks in the woods. She was dead.
John?
Huh? Oh, I'm all right.
I was just...
Just getting a few flashes, pieces,
faces from nowhere,
the creature,
but none of it makes sense.
Yeah, I know.
It's like me and the Hulk.
I'm never going to know the whole story. It's gone.
It's gone like Banner and Elaina Marks,
but I can find their killer,
and I will, too, someday.
Search Two Zebra, this is Search One Zebra. Over.
This is Two Zebra. Go.
We've just completed our leg of 7-2-King's flight plan, and no luck.
How are you guys doing on your end? Over.
No sign of wreckage, One Zebra.
I've checked all quadrants on their flight plan from Barstow to your position.
The storm must've driven them off their planned course.
I did spot some smoke a while back, but no campfire.
Forestry Service notified of coordinates, and they're checking it out.
We're gonna need more search aircraft on this one, old buddy.
That's some very rough terrain down there. Over.
Amen, Two Zebra. I'll get the CAP on the horn ASAP,
but they won't be able to start their search until at least tomorrow morning.
If there are any survivors from 7-2-King,
they've got another cold night ahead of them.
(GRUNTING)
(POUNDING)
(GROWLING)
Caroline!
Who's Caroline?
I don't know.
A name.
Part of the puzzle?
I was dreaming about the Hulk.
(CHUCKLING)
Had a few of those myself.
Tell me about it.
He was coming after me.
He was huge.
I don't believe that anything on earth could have stopped it.
I really believe that he wanted to destroy me.
Listen, John, let's take a minute here
and review some of this, okay?
I don't understand.
Well, when you first met me, you thought that you knew me, right?
Okay, that's item one.
Item two, the Hulk was in Wilmington.
Yeah, and I've been to Wilmington.
Right.
Item three, they found you at the accident site where the Hulk was spotted.
And item four, you'd just come from Oklahoma City.
Where the Hulk was last seen.
Right.
But what does that all add up to?
I don't know. I don't know,
except I'm kind of a hunter, and Hulk is what I hunt.
Now, it's just possible
that you were hunting him, too, only for maybe a different reason.
Like what?
It could be anything. The Hulk is rough. He's a killer.
He could've hurt somebody you know, somebody you love,
and now you're out to...
To kill him?
Yeah, well, could be. I mean, it's just possible that...
(AIRCRAFT SOARING)
Plane?
Yeah, I think so.
Yes, but it's not coming any closer. It's too far away.
(CHUCKLING)
Yeah.
Search Control, this is Forestry Air Five. Over.
Roger, Air Five, we read you five by five.
Have you located anything in your search quadrant? Over.
That's a negative, Search Control. No sign of wreckage or survivors,
but if they're down there and alive, they've got a big problem, and so do we.
That light smoke Two Zebra reported is now heavy smoke and fire.
Quadrant 17, coordinates 348-758. Over.
Roger, Forestry Air Five. We copy heavy smoke in quadrant 17 at 348-758.
Can you give us a direction and speed? Over.
Can do, Search Control.
Fire is now moving northwest by west at approximately three to four miles per hour.
I estimate front at coordinates...
(PANTING)
This looks like a pretty good place.
What do you say we camp here overnight?
Hallelujah.
(SIGHING)
What? What's the matter?
Do you smell smoke?
There's wood burning.
Yeah.
What is it, a campfire? Hunters around here?
No, no, Jack, stay here. I'll check it out. I'll check it out.
Just stay still.
(SIGHING)
Jack, I told you to stay off that leg.
What is this, a forest fire?
Yeah. We can't stop now.
We're going to have to head back the other way. We can rest later.
That's north!
That's away from Eden. That's away from everything that we're after.
Your memory, my story, the Hulk.
Well, look at the front of that fire!
Now look at the sides, right? It's curling around like giant pitchers.
If we get caught in the middle of that,
my memory, your story and the Hulk won't make any difference, Jack.
It just simply doesn't matter. Now, come on.