(DOGS BARKING)
Welcome to the slam, Davey.
Make trouble, and I will have your skins.
(GROWLS)
What does anybody know about reports
of a giant man that was involved in an escape attempt here a few weeks ago?
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)
SHERIFF: There it is. The Jensen County work camp.
You were guilty, you know.
Destruction of private property.
The fence was already broken down.
Trespassing.
The property wasn't posted.
What about the theft?
Deputy Wilkes had you red-handed there, now, right?
(SIGHS)
An apple.
I picked an apple.
I was hungry.
Vagrancy.
All right, technically, I might be guilty.
But I had no representation at my
trial.
You're a lot better off than if we'd put you away all nice and legal.
What do you mean by that?
I may not look like much now.
And I may not be much now, but I can still spot a man on the run.
And you're on the run.
If we'd done it right,
checked your record and fingerprints,
well, then, who knows what we'd have dug up.
Am I right?
Yeah, I'm right.
You know, this way you'll just do 60 days.
It ain't long.
You're young, tough. It'll go quick.
HOLT: This camp is not a resort, 1124.
There is work to be done, rules to obey.
Now, you can do your time without problems, or you can make trouble.
And you'll be disciplined.
We have a system here, 1124. A very precise and well-defined system.
A system which by necessity must be rigid
and which cannot be deviated from at all.
Is that clear, 1124?
Clear.
"Clear, sir," 1124.
Clear, sir.
That's right, 1124.
Obey the rules.
Discipline.
That's what I always taught my men in the Army.
Discipline and organization.
He knew that.
He understood what men needed.
And he gave it to them.
Tough leadership and discipline.
They persecuted him also.
They drove him away.
But he came back.
And he turned his disgrace into triumph.
If the Army needs you,
they'll ask for your return. They'll beg you...
Mr. Rader.
Escort 1124 to D-Barracks.
Yes, sir, Captain Holt.
Wait, there's something I wanna show you over here.
Now, you take a good look, 1124.
'Cause if you screw up, that's where you're gonna wind up.
(COUGHS)
(GRUNTS)
When are you going to learn, Blake?
You spend more time in that hot box than you do in your own bunk.
Maybe I just plain like solitude, Rader.
Mr. Rader to you, Blake.
Blake!
Go on, get in there.
Get back to your posts!
Doc,
did Rader come in with the new boy?
No, just the three of us.
Water.
DOC: It's back in the cage.
(BLAKE GROANS)
(BLAKE GROANING)
Looks like they got you.
Yeah, right on the ribs.
Hmm.
(COUGHS)
Did you see the look on Rader's face?
Yeah, yeah, I saw it.
Do you have any salt?
Okay.
What are you doing?
You gotta mix it to get it into the system faster.
There you go.
DOC: Drink this.
(COUGHS)
What's your name, new boy?
David.
My name's Blake. I run the barracks.
Yeah. Well, you finish that up, okay? You need it.
DOC: Where'd you learn that salt trick?
Basic first aid for heat exhaustion.
Never heard of it.
Of course, there's a lot of things I've never heard of.
I thought...
I mean, Blake called you "Doc."
Oh, no. I give him a lot of aspirins.
Patch him up the best way I know how, but I ain't no doctor.
Can't even read the one first-aid book I got.
Don't get a chance for much schooling when you've spent half of your life in the slam.
How long you in for?
Sixty days.
Short-timer. Figures.
Probably got you on a petty bum rap, too, right?
You could say that.
Yeah, and that's the way they do it here in this county.
Prison is good business.
Can't anybody do anything about that?
First off, who's gonna believe a con?
And second,
it's all on paper, nice and legal.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
DOC: You know, there's a lot of able-bodied young men here on bum raps
to rent out to the local companies and the farmers.
Cream for the fat cats like Warden Holt and the Sheriff.
Blake's out.
Is he okay?
Yeah.
Get out of the way.
Welcome to the slam, Davey.
(COUGHING)
You see, man? You ain't ready.
We got to put this off just a couple of days.
He's right, Blake. Trying to escape tomorrow is crazy.
Bull.
Now I say it's on for tomorrow and that's the way it's gonna be.
Now I could...
Yeah, well, the new boy heard everything.
Waste him, now! Holt put him in with us. I say we waste him!
Hold it!
Put it away.
I said put it away!
He can't get out of the barracks tonight.
Tomorrow he gets chained to me on the road gang.
That's crazy!
I said I wasn't killing him, Harris.
There's only one way to keep him from talking except from cutting his tongue out.
Now, tomorrow when we go out of here,
when we escape, he goes with us.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
MAN ON RADIO: Before we continue our country survey,
I want to remind you all to check out
the new line of campers at Andy's Army Village.
Jensen County is the recreation capital of the Southwest,
whether it's hunting, fishing or just lying in the sun.
So get on down to Andy's.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
1219 needs water, boss.
Yeah, well, just hold your horses, 1219.
Sam, Willy.
(EXHALES)
RADER: How you doing, Hank?
Good job, Mr. Rader.
Yeah, well, you know we keep these men working real hard here.
Cheap.
Here's a present for Warden Holt and yourself.
Payday for Holt and the boys.
Farmers get their dirty work done and he gets rich.
You ought to be glad you're busting free, new boy.
Look, you've got to let me out of this.
No way. Can't take the chance.
All right, if I give my word that I wouldn't say anything to anybody?
I'm sorry, man. I don't know you. Your word's no good.
How long were you in that hot box?
(COUGHING) A week. Shut up and dig.
Well, look at yourself. Don't you see that you can't make it?
You're just not well enough.
I'll make it.
Holt said nobody ever made it out of this prison that lived to tell about it.
Well, I'll make it.
Will you listen to me for just one second?
You wait a minute. Now you listen to me, short timer.
I got five years left in this stinking hole. That's my reason.
That's the reason I can't take the chance.
As soon as that chow truck comes, the guards are busy feeding their faces.
We go on out of here.
Knock off that talking down there!
Knocking it off, boss!
MAN ON RADIO: Now y'all don't forget,
starts tonight, the Jensen County Fair.
Exciting rides for the kids, bake-offs for Mom and farm tips for Dad.
Also entertainment nightly.
Tonight, see a show by the State University cheerleading squad,
the Wranglerettes.
RADER: Chow time! Leave your tools where they are,
and I want a single file to the wagon here.
Come on, you bunch of cows. Single file over here!
That's it, get in line there.
Hey!
Break it up over here!
Break it up, damn it!
Johnson! Smith! Break it up, damn it!
That's it, let's go. Come on.
Ace in the hole.
You might as well eat that key, 1068, for all the good it's gonna do you.
A setup!
HARRIS: They were tipped off. Again.
Brilliant conclusion.
Give me the key, 1068, now.
Give it to the man, Blake. He's got us.
Your friend's got the right idea, 1068. It's finished.
Now I'm going to have to teach you,
once and for all,
what attempted escape means at my camp.
Now give me the key.
You got it, boss!
Stay back!
Stay back or I'll break his neck!
What's the matter, Harris? Get their guns! Move!
Come on!
We can't make it, Blake.
They're giving up, 1068. They know better.
Shut up, Holt!
Throw them guns!
Come on, throw them! Get them out of here!
All right, now cuff each other! Come on! Put them cuffs on!
HOLT: Rader's on his way.
Shut up Holt! Shut up!
Come on.
Get those cuffs off and get your weapons!
Move!
(GROANS)
(HOUND DOGS BARKING)
(RATTLING)
(EXCLAIMS)
(ROARS)
GUARD 1: What's that?
GUARD 2: You're blocking my aim.
GUARD 1: Let me out of here.
HOLT: Out of my way! Get out! Come on, move it!
(GROWLING)
(CAR EXPLODING)
OLD CONVICT: Blake will make it. The captain will never catch him.
(ALL MUTTERING)
Quiet!
Not another word, you hear?
Not another damn word.
(BARKING)
MAN: Over here! This way!
Back! Back!
You're covered, mister.
I'll make it, boys! You can bet on it!
BLAKE: Hey, remember what they did to Taylor?
Huh? Remember how he shot him down like a dog?
All right, Mr. Rader, move them out! Now!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
That's it, Holt! That's it! Don't let them hear the truth! That's it!
You aren't going anywhere, 1068.
I've beaten everyone else who's tried it. Just as I'll beat you.
You ain't beating me, Holt.
You ain't man enough to beat me.
Damn you, Blake.
If you don't stop this rabble-rousing of yours,
this defiance of my authority...
Your authority, huh?
Hey, you called me Blake! Hey, Holt, what happened to 1068, huh?
(BLAKE CHUCKLES)
Hey, what happened, huh?
Yeah, why don't you go back to your room and cry, huh?
Where you going, Holt?
(BLAKE LAUGHING)
Hey, Holt!
(BLAKE COUGHING)
Blake? Blake?
Yeah, I'm all right.
You sure? Maybe Doc should take a look at you.
Captain Holt won't let nobody near these boxes.
How do you beat the heat?
Look around, dig down and find your little rock.
Put it in your mouth and suck on it.
Keep your head in the corners. Don't move around much. And just learn to take it.
(PANTS)
HOLT: Well, I've been running this camp perfectly well now for two years.
Why now do we have to be investigated? I don't understand this.
(WHISPERS) Blake. Blake, it's Doc.
(KNOCKING)
Davey.
It's me.
BLAKE: What?
Ain't nobody in here but us dead men.
It's okay, I bribed one of the guards.
I got and brought you some water.
One of guards spilled his guts.
To the press.
He told everything he knew about the Warden.
He must have gotten spooked
by whatever that thing was out there in the hills.
Couple of newspaper people will be here tomorrow.
The Governor wants to clear this thing up.
Wants them to check on our condition.
Those two turkeys will only see what Captain Holt wants them to see.
All right, Doc, here's what we do.
We grab some reporters, and we're gonna stage a riot.
No, that'll do you more harm than good.
You got any better ideas?
Make up a petition.
List all your grievances, everybody signs it.
And when the reporters come in to do their investigation, someone slips it to them.
It'll work, believe me.
All right, Doc.
You do what Davey says.
What time do the reporters get here?
They'll be here tomorrow at noon.
Okay, you better get moving.
Thanks, Doc.
See you, guys. Yeah.
MAN: Stand right there, 1068.
We are having some visitors this afternoon.
Now, you behave yourselves and you won't have to return to
solitary confinement.
Make trouble, however, and I will have your skins.
Is that clear?
Clear.
(HOARSELY) Sir.
Here's the petition. You do the honors.
Welcome to Jensen County camp number three. I'm Captain Holt.
Hello.
This is my chief guard, Mr. Rader.
Ma'am.
Our camp is at your disposal.
This way.
How are conditions?
Well, things are looking up, honey.
(LAUGHING)
How's the food? Sanitary conditions?
You never been inside before, have you?
No, but...
What does anybody know about reports
of a giant man that was involved in an escape attempt here a few weeks ago?
Knock it off, McGee. We're not here to investigate your Hulk theories.
The guard who spoke to my newspaper said...
That guard was fired for drinking on duty, Mr. McGee.
David, hand it to this McGee guy.
I can't.
What? I can't.
Come on. I can't!
If you ladies and gentlemen will step this way, I'll show you the kitchens.
Man fainted back here, Captain.
Must be this terrible heat.
You two men here.
HOLT: Get him some salt tablets, Mr. Rader. He'll be fine.
RADER: Consider it done, sir. Johnson!
That guard that you were talking about, Mr. McGee. Williams, right?
He was always drunk. A disgrace to his position. I should've fired him earlier.
MAN: Well, those men certainly deserve to be here.
McGEE: Maybe, but I doubt if we saw everything.
David wouldn't pass the letter!
He wouldn't pass it!
Remember that! He wouldn't pass the letter!
You evidently have more brains than your friend, hmm?
1124, I think we can work together.
You'll have a new job, here in my office.
You'll be my clerk.
All you have to do is keep me
informed.
We might even see our way clear to reducing your sentence.
Now,
what do you say to that, 1124? Deal?
I think I'd rather finish my time.
Sir.
Well,
we'll see how long it takes
to change your mind.
They're coming.
Day's not over yet. There's still work to be done out there.
Climb out of them new clothes and get ready to move on out of here!
I said move.
Hey, thanks for your help out there, partner.
Fink!
(GROANS)
That'll keep you from running anywhere, fink.
You understand?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do understand.
All right! Break it up over here, now! Go on, move away!
You ready to change your mind now, 1124?
Why don't you wise up?
It was my fault.
Have it your way, 1124.
Have it your way. Marks! Schefland!
RADER: Harris, come here. I want you to take a look at this engine up here.
Come on. Okay, boss.
(DAVID GROANING)
BLAKE: (SINGING) You got to walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk by yourself
Nobody else
gonna walk it for you
You got to walk it by yourself
(HUMMING)
(LAUGHING)
(SOBBING)
DOC: Hurt you, Davey? Sorry.
How's Blake, Doc?
What's it to you? What do you care?
I care, believe me.
Sure you do, Davey.
And I am a Kentucky colonel.
Doc.
Let go, Davey, or I'll smack you where it hurts.
It's Harris.
Harris is the one that's talking with Holt and Rader.
And I thought you were smart.
Hell, even I could think of a better one than that.
Harris!
What do you want, fink?
Harris, I wanna talk with you.
You want a decent burial, huh? Is that what you want?
(ALL LAUGHING)
I think we could help each other.
What are you talking about?
Certain friends of mine
are going to rush the gate at 11:00 tonight,
as soon as the guards change shift.
You're crazy. You're out of your mind.
No, I'm not, Harris.
Now look. Obviously, I can't make it alone with this leg. I'm gonna need some help.
I wouldn't help you across this room, man.
HARRIS: Fink is crazy.
(ALL LAUGHING)
All right, come on. Let's go. Move it. Chow time. Move it!
Let's go.
Harris is right. You're crazy.
Maybe.
But you watch that gate tonight.
Why? What are you babbling about?
Only three of us
know about my "friends."
You and I.
And Harris.
HOLT: Get in position. We have to be set by 11:00. Move it!
MAN: What's that?
(PRISONERS CLAMORING)
Wait! It's not the new boy! Harris is the fink!
Peachy.
MAN 1: Get that light around.
It's a breakout!
MAN 2: But what's breaking out? What is that thing?
Can you see it?
MAN 1: I can't see it anywhere.
It's gone. Where did it go?
It's under us.
We're going over.
Mr. Troy, get some light up there!
(GROWLS)
TROY: I'm seeing things!
TROY: The light's gone!
What the hell is it out there?
I can't see. There's no light.
You better line up the men, Mr. Rader.
Fall in!
RADER: Get an emergency searchlight to the main gate!
PRISONER: Blake, you all right?
BLAKE: Now or never! Come on!
HOLT: Hold your fire!
PRISONER 1: Hey, come on. PRISONER 2: Let's go.
PRISONER 1: Doc, give me that stick.
PRISONER 3: Let's get out of here! PRISONER 1: Hey!
PRISONER 4: Come on, let's go!
HOLT: Steady.
Steady.
You men
drop those weapons and return to your barracks,
or I will open fire.
Then open fire.
MAN: Stay back!
Hold on! Stay back.
Hold up! Don't move! Shoot it!
(ROARS)
Let's go.
Get up!
What are we waiting for, man? You coming?
Somebody's got to stay and tell what happened, man.
Otherwise this creep is gonna continue to do what he's been doing.
I guess I'm staying.
I gotta go.
Yeah.
You'll lose.
Not this time.
This time I'm gonna beat you in your own backyard.
Keep an eye on him, Doc.
DOC: Lt'll be a pleasure.
What happened to fink?
Davey was all right. It was Harris all the time.
David. Where is he?
I don't know.
Maybe he made his break.
Get me the state police.
Howdy, young man. Hop aboard.
Where you headed?
West.
Help yourself.
That's something, ain't it? Ain't got nothing like that in this county.
Whole world's topsy-turvy.
Don't know anymore who's the bad guys and who's the good guys.
(LAUGHS)