I fall through a glass door, and Sam drives off a cliff.
Contagious blindness?
One man is dead and another dying.
What about the Colonel? He's covering up.
And we're all in it.
Right up to your oak leaves.
We're going to do everything we can to make you comfortable.
Colonel, forgive me, but I'm the one that's blind.
All right, we're going in.
(GROWLING)
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)
Hey, Lieutenant Banks! Want a lift home?
Hey, thanks, Sam.
I have to make one stop, sir. At the dump.
Won't take but a minute. No problem.
The bus makes a lot more stops than that.
(LAUGHING) You know it.
Wow, Carrie, your roses are looking beautiful.
Hi, David. Hi.
Is it 6:15 already?
Oh, you could set your watch by me.
Who needs a watch? You're always right on time.
Don't you ever stop to have a beer with the boys?
Well, as the star boarder at the Banks family household,
I have to watch my activities very carefully.
David! David! David, you promised to help me finish the go-cart.
Patty! David just got home.
Now the go-cart can certainly wait until he's had a chance to...
Mom! He promised.
It's true, Mom, I promised.
(CHUCKLING) You're spoiling her, you know.
Well, you and Jerry and Patty have made me feel like I'm part of a family,
and it's been a long time since I've had that feeling.
Sort of enjoyable.
Well, you are a part.
Oh, I happened to run into Mrs. Kemp and she was saying that
Mr. Kemp was saying that you were the best
counterman that ever worked at Kemp's Dry Cleaners.
Oh, pshaw.
So don't be surprised if there's a little something
different about your pay check this week.
A raise? Yep.
David!
She can project, can't she?
Yeah. You want a beer?
I think I'll wait and have one later with Jerry, thank you.
All right, my dear, let's see what kind of mileage we can get out of this vehicle.
It'll just take a couple of minutes, Lieutenant.
You don't have to help, sir.
You didn't have to give me a ride home, either.
A ride's no big deal.
You know, for an officer, you're okay, sir.
Thank you, Sam.
(HISSING SOUND)
Looks like this one came unglued.
How does this valve work anyhow, sir?
(GRUNTING) Just a little aerosol.
That stuff's supposed to be lousy on the environment.
Hi, honey. You're home early.
Sam was going my way.
Hi, Patty. Hi, Sam.
Thanks, Sam. Just anytime, Lieutenant.
Hello. That's some transportation.
How are you? Fine.
Look, Dad, it's almost finished.
Oh, you two better hurry up, the Indy 500 is next month.
Oh, I'm not sure but I think we're holding out
for an invitation to the Grand Prix, right, Patty?
Right. Well, in the meantime
you better go in and get washed up. Dinner's almost ready.
Oh, Dad. (TEASING) Oh, Dad.
Come on, pumpkin.
Just heard about your raise. Congratulations.
Oh, thank you very much. So did your wife.
As a matter of fact, she heard about it before I did.
Well, that's the way it is when you live in a small town.
Everybody knows everything.
If you want privacy, you can live in New York City.
What's for dinner, Mom? Stew.
Stew?
ALL: Stew. Ew!
Thank you, Lord, for what we are about to receive,
and for what has already been given us, love, health and friendship.
Amen.
Lousy bulb's out again.
No.
No!
(CLATTERING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Help. Carrie!
David! Help me!
Somebody, help me!
CARRIE: Jerry, oh, my God. Jerry.
Daddy?
Patty, get the first aid kit.
Carrie, get the car out of the garage, call the base hospital.
And tell them we'll be there right away.
David, is Daddy...
Patty, don't come any closer. There's glass all over the floor.
Now, go ahead and get the bandages.
Your daddy's going to be all right.
David,
I'm blind.
I can't see. I'm blind.
How is he, Major?
His vital signs are good and there are no fractures.
When can he come home?
Not right away, I'm afraid.
His vision was affected by the trauma of the fall.
His eyes are hurt?
Fortunately, the visual impairment was not caused by the broken glass.
I don't understand...
Are you saying that Jerry's blind?
It's just a temporary condition.
(HOSPITAL ANNOUNCEMENTS ON PA)
How long will it last?
I can't be sure.
We're going to have a specialist, an ophthalmologist examine him tomorrow.
But I'm certain there's no permanent damage to his eyes.
May we see him, Doctor?
Of course.
He's had some sedation, but it hasn't taken hold yet.
(ANNOUNCEMENTS ON PA)
Thank you, Doctor.
(SIGHS)
(MONITOR BEEPING)
Jerry?
Is that you, David?
Yes.
I spoke to the doctor.
An eye specialist will be giving you an examination promptly tomorrow.
How do you feel?
Scared.
That's how I feel, scared.
I know that.
It was a terrible accident.
More, more terrible than you think.
I didn't just fall through that glass.
I didn't see it.
The doctor says the blindness is only temporary.
I couldn't see it. Before, I mean before...
I got up, turned on the lights, nothing.
Blind.
I was blind.
Jerry, did you tell that to the doctor?
Tried to. Too busy sewing me up.
Hey, David, thanks.
Yeah.
Jerry, everything's going to be all right.
Yeah, it'll be fine.
Everything's fine.
(SIRENS BLARING)
(HOSPITAL ANNOUNCEMENTS ON PA)
That's Sam Stanley.
He gave Jerry a ride home today.
What happened?
Accident.
Witnesses said he went right through a guard rail
and a sign, "Road Closed. Bridge Out."
Sam was the best wheel man in the post. I can't figure it.
It's like he was blind or something.
Poor Sam.
Everybody thought he was a hardnosed lifer, but he wasn't.
Did he drink?
Not even a beer.
David, he just said that it was as if Sam was blind.
Could that have anything to do with what happened to Jerry?
Carrie, can you get home all right?
Aren't you coming?
There's something I want to do first.
COLONEL: Good morning, Major.
Good morning, sir.
Well, you don't look as if you got much sleep last night, Major.
Colonel, I didn't get any sleep last night.
Oh, sit down then. Sergeant Murkland, a drink for the Major?
No, thank you, I don't want a drink.
Have you heard about Lieutenant Banks?
Yes, he crashed through a glass door and cut himself up pretty badly.
A nasty accident.
He said he was blind before the accident.
And a half-hour later Sergeant Sam Stanley drove his truck
off the top of Eagle Mountain.
Now, I'm not stupid enough to believe that these two incidents are unrelated.
Sergeant Murkland...
Sgt. Sam Stanley was filling in on a disposal detail yesterday.
He transported his last load approximately 1820 hours.
Lieutenant Banks was in the truck with Sergeant Stanley.
Hitching a ride home.
So, you see, there were only two people involved in the problem.
Problem?
One man is dead and another dying.
Well, we can't be certain of that. Oh, yes, we can.
The laboratory animals exhibited the same symptoms.
Blindness, deterioration of the nervous system, and death.
We've got to find out how those two men were exposed.
(CLEARING THROAT)
One of the X-202 empty canisters was thrown away
along with the material that was marked for disposal.
It wasn't quite empty.
The non-com who was responsible has been
transferred to one of our research units in Greenland, as a private.
Do you plan to ship Stanley's remains and Banks to Greenland?
I expect that you will use all the skills at your command
to help Lieutenant Banks.
Then we may need to double our research staff.
Will additional personnel help you find the antidote sooner?
Well, I can't be sure, but...
Well, how long has Lieutenant Banks got?
(SIGHING) Four days. Maybe less.
Well, Major, you were here working on the gas a long time before I took command.
So it seems to me that the X-202 is your responsibility.
Now, I'll be glad to assist in any way I can with this incident.
I understand, sir.
As long as no one else finds out about any of this.
We're both career army officers... I said I understood, sir.
Yeah, well, see, I never asked to command this chemical research post.
You know my problem with Washington.
Now that I've finally served my penance
I expect to get that general's star.
Now, I'm leaving in six weeks.
And I don't want anything to delay that departure.
I've got a job for you, Sergeant.
(DOOR OPENING)
Who is it?
It's David.
David, I just heard the nurses talking.
Sam Stanley's dead, isn't he?
Yes, I'm afraid so, Jerry.
I only got bits and pieces. Something about a big warning sign
and then through a barrier?
Is that true?
(SIGHING) Apparently.
I fall through a glass door, and Sam drives off a cliff.
Contagious blindness?
What else then, Jerry? You and Sam were together yesterday.
Now, did you come straight home from the base?
The yellow canister.
David, it has to be it. The canister was leaking.
I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand.
Sam and I dropped some gear off at the dump.
One of the canister's valves was damaged, leaking.
I thought it was just reserve aerosol.
What else could it have been?
Jerry...
If whatever was in that yellow canister
made you and Sam blind, then we have to tell somebody. Somebody. An authority.
It would take us a week.
The military's structured that way.
You get by one guy, and make it to another guy, and so on.
It's murder.
Besides nobody's gonna listen without some kind of proof.
Research people don't like to admit they've made a mistake.
Your doctor will listen.
I tried to tell Major Anderson I was blind before the accident.
He told me I was confused.
Look, David. Army doctors are still in the Army, just like me.
They've got to follow the chain of command like everybody else.
And that means red tape.
David, you've got to help.
If you could find that canister, then they have to listen.
But how?
I could get you through the guard post. One phone call.
I know, I know it's a lot to ask,
but you're the only one I can ask.
I'll do what I can, Jerry.
I'll call security.
And you better stop back at the house. There's a gas mask in the garage.
And don't tell Carrie. Not yet.
All right.
And David?
Thanks.
Operator, this is Lieutenant Banks. Get me Security.
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTING)
SERGEANT: Let's move it!
(SERGEANT SHOUTING)
This ain't no summer camp.
And you ain't here to have a good time.
I want to see some speed!
Now I got two-legged dogs moving faster than you.
All right. Now that's better.
All right. Second squad, move it out!
Come on!
All right! Jones, Smith, all right, come on!
Come on! Move it!
Now, I don't mean for you to be dancing.
You're doing it like an old lady!
Now come on! Smith, move it!
Come on! Get over there.
Come on! All right, yeah, move it. What're you waiting for?
(BLOWING WHISTLE)
Move it! All right, now, hustle.
Come on, you're running like a bunch of girls. Get up here!
You're like an old lady, Sanager! Do it!
Now, move, move, move!
All right, hustle! Move it, hustle!
Come on, get the lead out.
Come on, move it!
All right, let's move it.
What's wrong with you? Somebody tie your shoe laces together?
Now, I'm saying, move it, and I mean that.
Hey, Brubeck, who's he?
SERGEANT: Hear me? Or are you deaf and slow?
Brubeck! Mahalovich!
You think he's non-com? Either that or a secret weapon.
SERGEANT: Get your tails over here!
Boy, I ain't waiting to find out.
SERGEANT: You're holding up the entire unit! Now move it!
Come on, get up over there!
(CONTINUES SHOUTING)
Now, move it, move it!
(HULK GROWLING) Now move it!
Hey!
(EXCLAIMS)
Y'all wait for me! I said, y'all wait for me!
That's an order! Wait for me!
I'm telling you, sir, it was this great, big, green thing.
Or a great big brown bottle. Say, a fifth?
But you found the canister? The right one?
Yes, sir. Yellow, with the ID number right on the bottom.
So drunk or sober, you got the job done.
Where's the canister now?
Buried fifty miles from here, under ten feet of dirt.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Come in.
Colonel,
I can't do anything more for Lieutenant Banks except sedate him.
His vital signs are deteriorating.
Sir, you realize this man is going to die.
Sergeant Murkland has found the canister and disposed of it.
All covered up.
Why don't you go take a rest, Sergeant?
All covered up.
He's right. And we're all in it.
All together. Including you, Major.
Right up to your oak leaves.
Thanks for taking the day off, David. I'm glad you're here.
I'll meet you in Jerry's room, okay?
It was right where Jerry Banks told me to look for it.
Yellow canister,
unmarked as far as I could tell. I was going to take it straight to the Colonel.
Uh, excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Blair, but what made Jerry...
Lieutenant Banks connect his illness to that particular canister?
Well, he remembered the canister coming open
when he was at the dump with Sergeant Stanley.
Now, of course, Sam had his accident and Jerry's here.
This information is very important, Mr. Blair. I wish you'd have come to me sooner.
Uh, you stay right here. I've got to get some wheels rolling.
I'll be back in just a minute.
I've made arrangements.
If you have been exposed to the gas, I need to examine you immediately.
Look left.
Straight ahead.
I'm sorry, Mr. Blair.
Are the optic nerves affected?
Is it nerve gas?
I mean, that's what you people do here, isn't it?
Chemical warfare research.
Are you working on an antidote?
Yes.
The one I saw written on the blackboard?
That's classified information. I'm afraid we can't...
Yes, Mr. Blair. The formula.
I think you're using the wrong approach.
What?
I wasn't aware that you were a scientist.
I know a great deal about metabolism.
The substance we were exposed to, I think you'll find,
has altered our basal metabolism.
But it was never intended to.
It's a weapon, purely defensive.
Not a nerve gas, merely a mixture intended to disable.
There is no way... Doctor, what you intended
and what actually happened is not the point.
I think the cure, the antidote is in the metabolism.
If you could increase it to 20, or 30 times normal.
Mr. Blair.
I just think you should try it, that's all.
We're going to do everything we can to make you comfortable.
Colonel, forgive me, but I'm the one that's blind.
Why won't you listen to me?
Sergeant?
Yes, sir.
Escort Mr. Blair to room 316.
No visitors.
Yes, sir.
JERRY: And then we both realized that maybe it was that canister
at the dump yesterday.
(SIGHING) It was yesterday, wasn't it?
But how could something like this happen?
Jerry, I can't believe... David. Did he mention it?
Where is he, anyway?
He was supposed to meet me here. That was over an hour ago.
I'll go look for him, okay?
Am I under arrest? I just follow orders.
Now, you better stay put until they decide what to do with you, mister.
Well, I'm not a prisoner, I'm a patient.
CARRIE: David Blair.
I'm Dr. Davis from Radiology.
I have you scheduled for a complete x-ray series.
Here's the order signed by Major Anderson.
Okay, Doctor. Do you want some help?
No, no thanks. I can manage.
Thank you.
Are you all right?
I have to get to a phone, Carrie. Right now. Off the base.
Where are we?
Parking lot. We're headed for the car.
David, did you find out anything?
I think I could get someone to prepare an antidote.
I don't know if there's time, but I've got to try.
What about the Colonel?
I told him. He's covering up.
That's it. All right.
Come on. Straight ahead.
Where's Blair?
He's down getting x-rays, sir.
X-rays? Who ordered them?
The Major, sir. I saw the order signed by him, sir.
Who took him out of here, soldier?
A doctor, Dr. Davis.
MURKLAND: Colonel?
SOLDIER 1: That's what her nameplate said, sir. I mean, Sergeant.
This is Colonel Drake. Get me Security.
(ALARM BLARING)
What's that?
The alarm. They'll shut all the gates.
You've got to get out of here, David.
(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)
Just get out, ma'am. Slow, please.
CARRIE: If you can make it to the fence, I'll try to pick you up on the back road.
If you can make it to the fence.
(CARRIE'S VOICE ECHOING)
Nobody can accuse this place of being a combat-ready outfit.
Now, this Mrs. Banks can tell us where this Blair character is.
If she won't talk, maybe you can get it out of her with drugs.
What about this sodium pentothal stuff?
She probably doesn't know.
And don't order me to administer drugs to her, because I won't.
You're out of uniform, Major.
Indeed.
What're you going to charge Mrs. Banks with, anyway?
Helping a prisoner to escape, for one thing.
We're finished, Colonel.
You know that, don't you?
Maybe you're finished, Major, but not General Drake.
General?
We're all set, sir.
About time. Let's head for the training area.
(ENGINE WHIRRING)
Base one to chopper. Over.
PILO T: Chopper one to base one.
No sign of him yet, sir.
All right, we're going in.
Keep us under observation. Let's go, Sergeant.
(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)
(COUGHING VIOLENTLY)
(COUGHING)
PILO T: Chopper one to base one.
Smoke to your left, sir. Maybe tear gas. Do you copy?
COLONEL: Ah, roger.
Sergeant, over there.
All right, now hold it here.
Put your gas masks on, men.
Chopper one to base one.
This is base one, over.
There's a tank on maneuvers in the restricted area.
Should I divert him to assist you, sir?
Yes, send him up here immediately. Out.
Roger and out.
Okay, Sergeant, let's go.
(GROANING)
Hey! That's it! That thing I told you about!
Don't kill him. Let's capture him.
(GROWLING)
MURKLAND: But he's getting away, Colonel!
I'll wing him! Tom, I got it.
(GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTING)
Where did he go?
All right, men. Spread out and surround him.
SOLDIER 1: Where is he?
(ROARS)
Oh, my God!
Let's get out of here.
Out of my way!
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
(ROARS)
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
(ROARS)
What is that?
SOLDIER: I don't know, but we better button up.
(ROARS)
He just bent the tube. Flatten him, run him down.
(GROWLING)
(ROARS)
SOLDIER 1: Give it more gas. SOLDIER 2: I'm trying, I'm trying.
(ROARS)
SOLDIER 1: This can't be happening. SOLDIER 2: Well, it is.
(ROARS)
(GROWLS)
(ROARS)
We've lost the transmission.
SOLDIER 1: We're powerless! SOLDIER 2: Yeah, tell me about it!
Well, there he goes.
All dressed up for his court-martial.
I wonder what he'll get.
ANDERSON: Well it won't be a division, I can tell you that.
You can go home, Lieutenant.
(GASPING) You mean, now?
Yes, ma'am. Oh!
Take a week at least to recuperate at home.
And come in for a checkup before you report back to duty.
What about you, Major?
Whatever my own court-martial decides.
Perhaps they'll allow me to resign.
I hope so.
You can tell your friend he was right.
About the body's metabolic rate being the key.
It led us to the antidote that got you through this.