Haven't we met someplace?
I don't think so.
(ROARING)
(BEEPING)
Can we help you with something?
I came to confess.
I am the Hulk.
If you keep giving this guy media exposure,
you're setting him up for a hell of a disappointment.
There's gonna be a big story here today, Mr. Beeman.
Harold Milburn's gonna be big news.
Harold! Don't be an idiot!
(BELL TOLLING)
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)
(BEEPING)
All right.
I'm ready to begin the test on experimental drug S-27
for a possible effect on the adrenal function.
The serum antidote
S-27 A to be used
in the event
of a hypertensive episode.
McGEE: Sure, Mr. Steinhauer, I just love being part
of your student training program every year.
"Mr. McGee, do you have a pencil?"
"Mr. McGee, could you change my typewriter ribbon for me?"
"Mr. McGee, it's what, when, where and what's the other one?"
How.
Hello.
The paper's closed till morning.
I'm Pamela Norris.
How do you do?
What can I do for you?
Well, actually, I was looking for you, Mr. McGee.
Really?
I'm the student assigned to you on the work study program.
Uh-huh.
Well, Pam...
Pamela, please.
Well, Pamela,
be here at 6:00 a.m. That's not 6:15.
Listen, I understand you're not too happy about this, Mr. McGee,
but I just want you to know I've completed four years of college and my masters thesis.
And I was the first woman editor...
Frankly, Pamela, I'm not too interested in your diplomas.
All I'm interested in is do you have what it takes to make a good reporter?
And, being myself an ace reporter, I could not help
but observe that you are indeed a woman.
Now there's your first lesson.
Never comment on the obvious. I'll see you in the morning.
DAVID: Blood pressure 118 over 74.
(BEEPING)
Respiration 14.
Pulse 68.
Decrease in adrenal gland function
should help to control the metamorphosis.
Second stage completed.
Blood sample analysis now being programmed.
B.P., respiration and pulse rising.
Possible idiosyncratic effect of the drug.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Cardiac overload imminent.
187 over 121.
Thirty-nine.
Pulse 200.
(GROANS)
Hey, you gotta sign in.
Cerebrovascular accident impending.
(GROANING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY) Administering S-27 A
serum antidote.
Adrenal gland overreaction.
Harold Milburn, computer room 404.
10:56. Go ahead.
(GROANING)
(ALARM WAILING)
(ROARING)
(ROARS)
(CARS HONKING)
I got other plans, Ernie.
Well, change your plans, baby.
No way. I got a date with a real nice fellow. A gentleman.
Now listen to me, Carl.
Yes, Harry. You can do it. You gotta do it.
Yes, Harry. All right, now listen.
Everything is riding on this frame. Yes, Harry.
Don't get tense. Just...
(SILENCE)
Yes, Harry.
(INAUDIBLE)
Yes, Harry.
The answer's no.
Last time we went out, you was just too rough.
I like a man to be a man, but you are a real animal.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Yippee! I did it!
(ROARS)
PAMELA: The Hulk was sighted in Santa Clara and you don't wanna take me along.
I understand how you feel.
I asked to apprentice at The New York Times, The Washington Post
and the Los Angeles Times. Real newspapers.
The National Register was not my first choice.
McGEE: Well, at least we have something in common.
Extension 1512, please.
Yes, hello. My name is Doctor Benton.
I'm calling about the X-3700 computer.
Yes, I'd like to reserve some time, about two hours.
Well, why not? Is something wrong with the computer?
Vandalism?
How much damage was done?
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
I'm looking for Heidi.
She's on her break. Probably at the cafeteria.
You another doctor?
Another doctor?
She's dated half the Medical Center.
Oh. Well, I'm new here.
Not for long.
I'd go get her for you, but I can't leave the department unattended, Doctor.
I'm here.
Mmm.
Whom shall I say is calling?
Just tell her the red Ferrari with the personalized plates.
So while I'm out on the street, you can stay here and man the phones.
That way I can call stuff in like a base station.
A base station?
This is a newspaper article, not war correspondence.
I came here to work, Jack.
Pamela, you're supposed to be here to help me,
not play Brenda Starr.
(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)
Hey, Jack.
Can we help you with something?
Well?
My name is Harold Milburn.
M-l-L-B-U-R...
I can spell Milburn, Harold.
What do you want?
I came to confess.
To confess to what, Mr. Milburn?
I...
am the Hulk.
You are the Hulk?
Yes, that's right.
(CHUCKLING)
Excuse us just a minute, Harold.
I don't think you're being exactly fair.
He's a fake. He's not the Hulk.
How can you be so sure? Pamela,
I spent a week with the guy who changes into the Hulk.
Take my word for it, this isn't him.
Look, maybe I ought to come back later.
PAMELA: No, Harold. I'm interested in what you have to say, okay?
She is, Harold. She really is.
I think you should tell Pamela all about yourself.
You can fill me in later, okay?
Where are you going?
Lesson:
Never let anybody convince you that your instincts are wrong.
You feel a hot story here, good.
You delve into Harold. I'm hitting the streets.
(LAUGHS)
Have you told any other people about this creature, Harold?
No, you're the first.
I mean, not too many people understand about these things.
You're kind of different, you know?
That's really nice.
I'm glad you asked me to come to your apartment.
(DOG BARKING)
Hello, Harold.
I'm sure this'll help you get the whole picture of what happens to me.
How's your mother feeling?
(DOOR CLOSES)
PAMELA: What are all these little green H's?
HAROLD: Those are all the places that the creature...
I mean, I have been sighted.
No kidding? Yes, ma'am.
Pamela, please.
Certificate of Accomplishment. Marksmanship.
Yeah, I was the best shot in my division. ROTC.
What college?
High school.
So you just went straight from graduation into computers?
Well, I wanted to be a cop.
Oh, what happened?
Well, they said I didn't pass the test.
But I know what it is. They think I'm too short.
You know, Harold, this is really very interesting,
but you know, we're gonna have to have some kind of hard evidence
about the creature, you know, other than your word.
Yeah, sure. I've got that.
It was in a lot better shape before my muscles ripped it apart.
Like I was saying, he just sort of growled at me.
I thought he was gonna grab me and carry me off somewhere.
I couldn't make a sound. Not a sound.
It was the most scary experience I've ever had in my whole life.
Okay.
Thanks a lot. Uh-huh.
Come back later. I'll see if I can think of anything else.
(BOWLING BALLS ROLLING)
Where can I find Alan O'Neil?
Third floor, publicity. Thanks.
(PHONE BUZZING)
Reception information. Can I help you?
Anyway, it was the most scary experience I ever had in my whole life.
I bet it was.
Listen, thank you very much. Uh-huh.
I have your word, McGee.
The article will call this vandalism.
Sure, sure, sure.
Of course, off the record, you and I both know that it's the Hulk.
I don't know that.
And neither will the Board of Directors
who happen to be deciding on a grant for the computer department.
Oh, I see.
So, what's good PR for a bowling alley
isn't necessarily good for a Medical Center.
You're sharp, McGee.
Listen, do me a favor.
Come and see me when you get tired of running around after big green monsters.
I'll see you later.
Excuse me.
I was supposed to meet a colleague in security lockup.
Yes. How may I help you?
Where is it?
I'm sorry. I'm new here.
But if you'll wait just a minute, I'll go find out for you.
Thank you very much.
I'm sorry. Excuse me. That's okay.
Please, allow me.
(BELL DINGING)
Yes? He was first.
No, I've already been helped. Please go ahead. Thank you.
I'm Pamela Norris. I'm from The National Register
and I believe my partner Jack McGee is somewhere in the building.
I think he went with Mr. O'Neil to room 404.
Okay. Thank you very much.
You'll need clearance to get past the guard.
Okay, I'll wait.
Sir! Sir, wait!
PAMELA: I'm Pamela Norris. I've been cleared.
(SCREAMS) Hello.
(GRUNTING)
I am so sorry, but you know you really shouldn't do that.
How did you get here?
I followed the trail.
What trail?
The Hulk's trail. Isn't that how you got here?
You know, Jack, I think Harold is very interesting.
Maybe.
Now I think he'd make a terrific human interest story.
Lesson:
Human interest stories do not make front page.
I disagree. I think a good human story can sell a lot of papers.
You know, he works here. I think he might know a lot more than he's letting on.
He lost a lot of credibility when he claimed he was the Hulk.
Don't you think you're jumping to conclusions? Listen, you.
I've tolerated you so far because my boss told me I had to.
But don't make the mistake of assuming that you and I are a partnership.
To put it bluntly, Pamela, you're a lot more trouble than you're worth!
Listen.
Pamela...
(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)
What are you doing?
Calling in my story.
I did it already. I found it over there.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Jack, about Harold...
You don't give up, do you?
Yeah, but look what he gave me. And there are pictures, too.
I can't believe that you actually fell for the old torn shirt routine.
Pamela, there are Hulk groupies in every city in this country.
The only difference with this little guy, he's a bit crazier than the rest.
Yeah, but I'm telling you, Jack, I think there's a story there.
The story has been written before. It usually has an unhappy ending.
He hates his mother, right?
He eats alone, resents authority figures,
has a feeling of inferiority because he's short. Shall I go on?
Yeah, but you haven't talked to him, Jack.
A little shy, perhaps? Introverted, longs for the discipline of military life,
but doesn't quite fit in?
Well, you may be right about a couple of things but I still think...
Pamela,
if you keep giving this guy media exposure,
you're setting him up for a hell of a disappointment.
Jack? What?
About the story I sent in to the copy desk.
Mmm.
It wasn't exactly the story you had written there.
Go on.
I sort of gave them my story instead
about Harold.
And they accepted it?
I gave them your by-line.
I think you had better read it to me.
The headline is, "Man Confesses to Be The Hulk", by Jack McGee.
"Is Harold Milburn of 618, Broadmoor Street the Hulk?
"Milburn, who works in the computer research department of the Medical Center
"made this claim in an exclusive interview with The National Register.
"Although Milburn may not be the Hulk, he's produced substantial evidence
"to convince this reporter that he witnessed the metamorphosis
"and can identify the man who becomes the creature. "
ROBERTS: Great story, Jack! Not your usual, but terrific anyway.
PAMELA: Mr. Roberts...
Steinhauer couldn't be happier.
He says you two make a great team.
But, Mr. Roberts...
Now, look, if you need extra money, just ask.
Thanks.
Now what did you want, Pamela?
Nothing.
Now look, you two, keep up the good work. Bye.
(PHONES RINGING)
(TYPEWRITERS CLACKING)
It was wrong to send in the story.
It was a freshman move and totally unprofessional.
They loved it.
Yeah, but it could have gone either way.
I could have embarrassed us both and you deserve better than that.
Well, we can use my story as a follow-up.
It's just that we have to get more concrete evidence from the Medical Center.
We?
Steinhauer thinks we're a great team.
What do you think?
You're a good writer, Pam.
And you got a lot to learn about being a reporter.
HAROLD: Well, if you'd give me your name and address,
I'll be glad to send you an autograph.
I've ordered some 8 by 10 pictures if you can wait a few days.
DAVID: No, no, no. Look, I'm not a fan.
My name is David Beeman and I'm with View Magazine,
and we'd like to do a story on you.
Wow, View!
Well, see, I have a kind of exclusive with The National Register.
You think I might get the cover?
Maybe. Yes. But first I'd like to know
if you saw the man that becomes the creature.
Well, look, Mr. Beeman, could you meet me later
at the square?
Fine. Where is that?
By the City Hall, north corner.
Uh-huh.
So if you can find proof that the Hulk was in the computer room,
then I can force an investigation.
Harold, how's it going?
HAROLD: Fine, I guess.
I thought maybe you might have been trying to reach me.
My phone was busy all day.
No, we weren't.
But it said in the newspaper there was gonna be a follow-up story.
There is. You're not in it.
Why?
Why not?
And how come you said I'm not the real Hulk?
Because you're not, Harold.
I really thought you believed me.
It's all lies, isn't it?
You lied to me.
You lied to your paper.
Look, Harold,
I'm very sorry, but you can't expect us...
You know, the funny thing is you're right.
I'm not the Hulk.
But I do know who the man is.
I saw the change just like you said.
What does he look like, Harold?
View Magazine is gonna do the story on us.
That's nice.
Who is he?
You want a story?
You come to the square by City Hall at 12:00 noon. I'll give you a story.
Why don't you just tell us now?
Look, you forget it. I don't need you two or your crummy paper.
Harold, please, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.
You can't hurt me.
Look, let's have some lunch. This isn't gonna do us any good.
You both think you're so smart!
Well, View Magazine is gonna get a real story.
You'll see.
You can't ignore me anymore.
I'll show you.
I'll show everyone.
Channel 6? News department, please.
Yes.
I'm calling to tell you that a man is going to die this afternoon.
Listen, have you paged him at the coffee shop?
Okay, I'm gonna have to leave a message. Now this is urgent, all right?
Now tell Mr. McGee that I have seen the guard's book
and Harold Milburn was in the computer room at 10:57.
I'm on my way to City Hall and I'll meet him there.
(CARS HONKING)
Mr. Beeman!
Up here!
It's a beautiful day.
Come on up.
Hello, Harold.
Hi.
Haven't we met someplace?
No, I don't think so.
I guess I just have one of those faces. Yeah.
Well, I'm all ready for you. Just fire away.
Right, right.
Okay,
what do you do in the computer department?
Filing, errands, you know, a little bit of everything.
I understand that there was some vandalism.
The X-3700 was damaged.
It wasn't vandalism.
It was the Hulk.
I saw him.
But you didn't see the metamorphosis.
I saw the Hulk.
The damage to the computer, how soon do you think it can be repaired?
I don't know.
What has that got to do with anything?
I'm just trying to get all the information that I can.
For example, the security lockup system. You know about that?
Where the used computer tapes are stored.
Yeah, sure.
Why?
It's important.
(STUTTERING) I... What does that have to do with the Hulk?
I was just trying to get as much background as I can, that's all.
I know what it is.
You don't believe me.
No one believes me.
Not you or Pamela or McGee.
Channel 6 probably won't even show up.
Channel 6? Yeah.
There's gonna be a big story here today, Mr. Beeman.
I told The National Register, too.
Harold Milburn's gonna be big news by tonight.
Harold, look, I have to go.
No, you can't go. They're all gonna be here.
Sorry, Harold, I have to leave.
PAMELA: Harold, are you up here?
Harold!
What do you want?
You asked me to meet you here, remember?
Why don't you come down and talk.
It's too late.
Harold, I know you saw the creature, whatever it was, at the Medical Center.
Everything's falling apart.
I lied, you know. I...
I can't deliver the Hulk.
You just wanted to be noticed, Harold. Everybody does.
What the hell's going on?
You got a call, too, huh? Uh-huh.
Who is this Milburn character?
Harold Milburn is a very little guy with a very big problem.
PAMELA: Harold, please, come off of there!
Harold!
Hey, what's that guy doing? He's out on the ledge.
He's gonna jump!
Do me a favor. Call the cops.
MAN: Got it.
Harold! Please, get back!
We want to help you!
PAMELA: I'm sorry, Harold. Mr. McGee's sorry, too.
No one meant to hurt you. We were only trying to be honest.
Please come down, Harold.
You're so pretty. A girl like you would...
Would never talk to me. Just... Just talk.
Just because I'm me.
Yes, I would, Harold.
No, don't. Don't lie to me.
Nobody even cared about me till I got famous.
I'm not gonna let you take that away from me.
I'd rather be dead.
Harold, come in here.
We can help you. We'll take care of you. Take my hand.
Come on. Please.
(BELL TOLLING)
(PEOPLE GASPING)
Reach for me, Harold, reach!
(BELL CONTINUES TOLLING)
HAROLD: I can't hold on any longer!
My head, my ears!
PAMELA: Hang on!
Hang on! You can do it, Harold!
Reach for me, Harold, reach!
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
(ROARS)
(GROWLING)
Somebody wanna give me a hand?
I think I know how we can trap him.
Hold it!
He's on the crosswalk.
(GROWLING)
Open the net! Get the net ready!
Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry! Drop it! Drop the net!
Drop it!
Now!
Harold, are you okay?
(SIRENS WAILING)
Jack,
you think this means anything? I found it in the tower.
(DOGS BARKING)
HAROLD: (STUTTERING) No, Ma, I'm not in any trouble.
'Cause I think it's better if I don't stay with you.
Yeah. Sure, sure, I'll come visit you.
When I'm ready.
I'm gonna be all right, Ma.
McGEE: Blood pressure 118 over 74.
Respiration 14. Pulse 68.
What's it mean?
That's what was being fed into the computer when it broke down.
That doesn't tell us anything.
It sure doesn't.
Listen, is there anything else that I can do to help?
No, no, thank you.
All right, I'll see the two of you later.
All right. Right.
It's all my fault. He was in the tower. I could have seen everything.
Sure,
if you hadn't cared whether or not Harold jumped.
Stop kicking yourself, Pam. You did the right thing.
You know, Jack, I...
I didn't exactly tell you the whole truth when I said
The National Register wasn't my first choice to work for.
It wasn't.
You were.
I was?
Lesson:
Never believe your own press notices. Come on.