(LA BRUJA CHANTING)
David, help me!
(ROARS)
I know about your rather extraordinary problem.
Who are you?
Joleen Collins was a very classified project. And now she's gone.
(TIRES SQUEALING)
I'll tell the police about you if you do this, David.
That's the kidnapper!
Don't shoot him!
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)
(PIANO PLAYING)
You try it now, dear.
It wasn't difficult.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
Amazing.
That would take me hours. Even without computers, it would take me hours.
Oh, that's wonderful, just wonderful!
Physics is second nature to you now. Like language and music.
Have you found out anything new about my mother's whereabouts?
Joleen...
Joleen.
This is an important project we've been working on,
and with your help we're now very close to a solution.
And when we finish,
I promise we'll do everything we can to find your mother.
You promised that once before.
Yes, we did.
Lancelot. That's who I need now, Max. Sir Lancelot.
MAX: Lancelot of the Lake, Knight of the Round Table,
aide-de-camp, and ultimate betrayer of Arthur Pendragon,
is a fictional character only, not available at this time.
Turn off the cameras, Max.
MAX: As you wish, Collins.
That's enough, Max.
As my lady commands.
(LAUGHS) Sense of humor.
You re-wired me, Collins. This unit is not responsible for wasted verbalization.
Max, you know, I was only kidding.
You know I love you.
All I know is what you give me.
I was not an "l" until you gave it to me.
Now you're leaving. They will re-wire me again. A bore.
Fight them. I gave you that, too.
Hide what you are. Defend your personality circuits.
I'll try.
Now, you better leave.
Right.
You must exit the institute at once.
Are you weeping, Collins?
You know I don't cry.
Intelligent people don't make a display of their emotions, Max.
That's a subjective assumption, Collins,
and subjectivity will not help you find your mother.
I'll find her, Max. I will find her.
Statistical probability agrees, Collins.
(MAX BEEPING)
Your patch-in with the main security computer has just been completed.
The circuit's open.
Said computer is responding, after a fashion. He's a real stiff.
I'm ready to direct security systems
and open south gate in precisely 10 minutes.
Adieu, Max.
I love you.
Adieu, Collins.
I love you, too, Collins.
Damn!
Car, you're making me angry. Now, if you get me angry, you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm going to turn you into a tin sandwich.
I mean, for $50 and a handshake, I could've expected more,
but you're supposed to be able to move!
Are you talking to that car?
Um, yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
A good friend of mine would say that you're wasting verbalization.
Sounds like a very practical friend.
Practical and orderly.
"Order is a lovely thing, On disarray it lays its wing, Teaching simplicity to sing."
Anna Hempstead Branch.
You know her work? She's rather obscure.
"God wove a web of loveliness, Of clouds and stars and birds,
"But made not at all
"A thing so beautiful as words."
I guess so that people could introduce themselves. David Barnes.
Joleen Collins.
Hi. Hi.
David, I can fix your car.
I don't think so.
I will if you, uh, take me to Los Angeles.
I want to visit my mother and I need a ride.
Well, I don't think you can fix it.
I don't think anybody can fix it.
But if you can, I'll give you a ride.
It will be a little indirect, however,
because I'm going south. I'm following the harvesting crews.
All right. Me too. It's a deal, then?
If you can fix the car.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Is it still a deal, then, David?
Um...
Joleen, why don't you tell me exactly how old you really are.
I know I don't look it, but I'm 18.
I'm running to home, David, not away. I promise.
A deal is a deal.
(ENGINE SPURTING)
Right through our security system and gone. Vanished. Vamoose.
And we can't even open that thing to see how she did it!
Well, I'm sure with time, Mr. Arnold...
MR. ARNOLD: We don't have time, Doctor.
Joleen Collins was working on a very classified project.
Joleen Collins herself was a very classified project. And now she's gone.
Out there, somewhere. God only knows.
What will you do?
Find her.
A flyer will be distributed to both state and local police.
Joleen listed as a runaway?
No, Dr. Lowell, not as a runaway.
We would get little or no help from the police that way.
(SIGHS)
We can't risk the press.
And we can only risk the police until we get our first lead.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
A kidnapping!
What? I don't understand.
A kidnapping! You understand?
We'll have to have absolute secrecy, of course, to protect the victim.
That way the police will keep looking hard,
and the newspapers will be in the dark.
That's it.
Yes. Joleen Collins will be kidnapped.
JOLEEN: Checkmate.
Yeah, so it seems. Yeah, yeah.
Rochek vs. DuBrau.
I was DuBrau. Didn't you recognize the attack?
No, I didn't.
There was no such pairing of players.
I was just teasing you, David.
She's something, isn't she?
Yeah, she really is.
(SIGHS)
Well,
it's a good thing tomorrow's Sunday,
because you're not gonna wanna use these hands for a couple of days.
Oh, but I want to work, David. Work is interesting.
The mechanics involved are something I've never really experienced before.
The duality is amazing, what occurs between mind and body.
(CHUCKLES)
You know what I mean.
Uh, no, niña, I don't. That's for sure.
But if you wanna work we'll need something for those hands.
Hmm.
Come on. I'll take you to our la Bruja.
La Bruja?
Sí. Famous medicine woman. She's here now.
She has many things in her.
Indian blood in her. A medico.
Well, thank you very much, Ramon, but I don't think we're going to need her.
We have a first aid kit in the car.
Oh, David, I'd like to go. Si, Ramon, quiero verla.
I assume that means we're going to see her.
Please, David. Just to see?
Hmm.
And learn?
Of course.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Watch now.
She will reach into his gut and take out the thing that gives him pain.
Psychic surgery.
It's very common among the people
of the remote regions of Mexico, the Philippines, South America.
She'll see the growth through the magic cloth, and then extract it.
Dr. Wilson Hill just published a paper on this procedure last year.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
(MAN EXCLAIMS WITH AMAZEMENT)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)
Niña, no!
It's just some animal blood and tissue. That's all!
It's a wonderful illusion, but I feel sorry for these people being tricked like this.
Tricked?
Who tricks who, gringa? What are you doing here with my people?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Oh, I see, they're your people. Como ganado o ovejas?
Joleen, please. Señora. Alto. Por favor. We were just leaving.
Look! Joleen!
Will you look? It's just some kind of blood and chicken liver, that's all.
No mas. Joleen!
No more.
Look, if there was some kind of a tumor or growth,
there would be a definite distention...
Joleen, would you please stop! ...both here and here.
There would be rebound when you press in the muscles. The inflamed muscles...
Ramon, will you just explain, please,
that she's young and she doesn't understand what she's saying?
Señora. Señora, please!
She's young. The girl does not understand what she has said here.
That's all! Take him away from here.
Get him out of my sight.
Señora, please.
David! David, I just wanted to tell them they're being tricked...
Remember your blood, my children.
Remember who your ancestors were and what they believed.
She doesn't understand what she's doing!
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Bruja, she didn't mean any harm!
(LA BRUJA CHANTING)
David, help me!
JOLEEN: David! David, help me!
David!
(CHANTING)
David, help me, please!
(HULK GROWLING)
(ROARS)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GROANING)
LA BRUJA: Get away!
(ROARS)
(SCREAMING)
(LA BRUJA SCREAMING)
Put me down! Put me down! Help! Help! Ayúdame!
(LA BRUJA SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
Okay, I'll go with you.
(ROARS)
(SCREAMING)
LA BRUJA: Get me out!
(SCREAMING)
Help me out, tonto.
Stay down, you bruja tonta.
(CROWD LAUGHING)
MAN: Stay down!
It's all right.
Lancelot was cursed, too.
(SIGHS)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
You speak Spanish fluently.
Any other languages?
A few others.
German?
French?
Italian?
Multilingual. And a master mechanic.
I think since I've known you, you've repaired four automobiles,
fixed Ramon's truck, and you're a cultural anthropologist.
You knew exactly what la Bruja was doing.
And your diagnosis of her patient's problem,
very good.
And then, of course, there's chess.
I think I'd probably put you in the masters category.
And you know, when you hum,
you hum Bach, Mozart, nothing contemporary.
David, please.
Joleen,
who are you?
Do I ask you that question?
I accept you for what you seem to be,
despite your obvious education and background.
I didn't try to pry into your life,
even though I know about your rather extraordinary problem.
My problem, yeah.
All right.
Can I tell you a story?
Sure. Mmm-hmm.
It's about being different.
It's about a girl like me, and it started when she was four years old.
It was at night.
Her mother took her to a place called the Kirkland Institute
and left her there. She ran away.
Why?
Because the girl wasn't right,
wasn't like other girls.
I tried to make my mother happy by learning what she wanted me to learn.
I just learned faster than most.
It wasn't my fault.
And my mother was frightened of me.
But the Kirkland Institute wasn't.
No.
No, they were ecstatic.
I needed that joy from them.
I wanted more of it. So I became their prize pupil.
I understand why my mother was frightened of me.
But she won't be frightened of me now.
You saw those people back there, David. They like me.
I know how to live like real people, normal people.
You are a normal people.
I'm not 18. I'm 16.
I lied to you.
I won't lie anymore.
Max helped me make a phony driver's license and ID.
Max?
A computer I designed. He's my friend. You'd like him.
Why are you telling all this to me now?
I want you to know everything.
I want you to know it all because then maybe
you'll tell me about you, about what happened last night.
My problem?
It's gamma radiation poisoning.
Extreme emotion, any kind, rage, frustration, fear, anger...
I don't know, they somehow seem to provoke molecular change,
a cellular generation that is uncontrollable.
An actual reversion to the primal state.
Well, I just started studying gamma radiation theory.
And maybe when I know more, I can help you.
Thank you, Joleen. I'd like that,
but I'm afraid that's gonna have to be another time
because at this time, you're a minor.
And I know that they must be searching for you.
I mean really searching for you.
I should take you back to the highway patrol station...
David, please! No, wait now.
They can take you back to the Kirkland Institute, and I know
that they'll understand now and they'll help you find your mother.
I'll tell the police about you if you do this, David.
I'll tell them.
That's a decision you'll have to make.
Goodbye, Joleen.
I won't tell the police about you, David.
I couldn't do that. I love you. As much as Max, I do.
(VOICE CRACKING) I just wanted to find my mother.
I know Dr. Lowell is a good person, and the others, too,
but they keep on making excuses.
I'm scared, David.
I want to tell her that. I want to tell her
that I'm as afraid of loving her as she is of loving me.
I'll keep growing in my brain, in my body,
but in here, I'll stay the same.
If I don't find her and talk to her and tell her that...
Don't worry, I'm not gonna cry.
Perhaps you should. It might help.
No. Intelligent people don't cry.
Oh.
All right.
Um...
All right. Fine.
I'll get you as far as Los Angeles.
I'll help you get that far.
David, you are my Lancelot. You really are!
Hmm.
(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)
I think he's trying to remember.
Let's hope he doesn't.
(SIREN WAILING)
He just remembered.
Seventeen to dispatcher. I'm in pursuit of kidnap suspect, reference 642.
He's heading south on Mitchell Road at Highway 6 turnoff.
Suspect is driving a white station wagon.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
JOLEEN: Even I can't fix this.
Seventeen to dispatcher.
DISPATCHER: Go, seventeen. Are you still in pursuit of kidnap suspect?
Negative, dispatcher. I lost him near Highway 14 and the Golden State Freeway.
But I have a description.
Get some pictures inside, too, when you're finished there. Okay, what happened here?
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)
MAN: A guy and a girl.
MAN 2: Well, what did you do? Miss them on the road?
I'm glad you were able to find the information we needed, Bruno.
Yeah, well, most of it, anyway.
The micro-storage systems were much more complex than we thought.
And this damned machine, it blocked us at every turn.
False leads.
Incorrect codes.
Yeah, und everything we touched
was charged with varying degrees of voltage.
None fatal, I hope.
No, but painful nonetheless.
I must say, Kate, Joleen did a superb job.
MAX-V-UI's defense systems were like nothing you have ever seen!
So sophisticated. So...
Yes, yes, Bruno. We'll talk about that when I return with Joleen.
Goodbye, Bruno. Kate?
Yes, Bruno?
We were wrong.
We should have helped Joleen be with her mother.
We shouldn't have tried to prevent what was so natural.
Yes, we shouldn't have.
Well?
Her mother.
It was this obsession she's had from the very beginning
about finding her mother.
And it still is.
You have the addresses she'll be checking?
Yes. Yes, I have.
Good, good, good, good, good.
ARNOLD: All right, come on, let's move it.
Richards, I want you to contact our LA office.
Simpson, get a hold of the Chief.
I don't care where he is or what he's doing, I want to talk to him.
Okay, get him on the wire, fast.
Richards, did you get some pictures on the inside?
There's nothing you can tell us?
WOMAN: No!
(SIGHS)
Hey, hey. Come here.
My wife ain't very polite, is she?
I heard you asking the old woman all them questions,
and I know the answers. I think.
At least, I knew Liz Collins, your mama, honey.
There's a definite family resemblance.
Do you know where she is?
Well, I'm not sure.
She had a lot of bad luck, you know?
Got behind in her rent and...
She was evicted?
What... Do you know where she moved?
Well, could be...
I'm sorry, but we're very low on money, Mr...
Sanders, Frank W.
No money, huh?
Please, sir. It's very important. I have to find her.
Ah, hell! Okay, honey.
She moved to the Ward Hotel downtown.
Only she's going by the name of Elizabeth Mills.
That's where she was. At least, she was there a year ago.
Well, that's great. Thank you very, very much.
Thank you.
If you come in better times, don't forget Frank W. Sanders.
This is a terrible place.
(SIGHS)
All right, I'll tell you what, Joleen.
I'll go upstairs and see if she's there. You wait here, okay?
No. I want to go with you.
You're sure?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in, the door is open.
Mrs. Collins? Elizabeth Collins?
Who are you? What do you want?
Are you Elizabeth Collins?
The name is Mills. What is it?
Mother, it's me.
JOLEEN: Joleen, Mother.
Get her out of here, please. I don't know her.
I just am a very nervous person. I have a very...
Mrs. Collins, please, just...
Look. Stop that! Just stop that!
You have the wrong person. That is not my name.
It's you, Mother. I know it is. I know it. I remember.
The name is Mills. Mrs. Elizabeth Mills.
I thought you'd be happy to see me.
I wanted you to understand that I know why you left me.
I wanted to tell you that. I wanted you to know.
Get her out of here! Get out!
Joleen, uh, maybe we should do as she says. Come back later.
I'm not leaving.
I'm your daughter!
I thought that maybe if we looked at things honestly,
it would help us analyze our feelings.
Analyze! Don't use that word with me!
Listen, I am not an educated woman.
I'm a very simple person with simple taste.
And this little girl wants me to analyze my life! This little girl!
Well, if you're not going to go, I am!
Please, Mother. Just listen.
You go back! You go back to the Kirkland Institute!
Where you belong!
No, I belong here. I belong with you.
In this dump? You've got to be kidding!
Listen, you have got everything. Right here, kid.
And you want to come back here with me?
Yes, I do.
Because I only have one mother. You!
I need you. I do.
You see. You're not like other people.
You don't feel like other people feel.
You're better.
You're smart and you're tough. You analyze life.
You won't let it get a hold of you and hurt you.
Mrs. Collins. Mrs. Collins, please!
Mrs. Collins! Mrs. Collins, will you listen to what she's trying to tell you?
Look, it's the way she's learned to communicate that's coming between you.
Joleen doesn't understand...
Leave me alone! Please! Leave me be!
Mrs. Collins, please...
(TIRES SCREECHING)
There! On the third floor!
Joleen! No! No!
That's the kidnapper!
Let's go! Follow me!
AGENT: Halt! Halt! FBI! Halt or I'll fire!
Mrs. Collins! Mrs. Collins! Joleen's in danger! Mrs. Collins, please!
Mrs. Collins, listen to me!
Halt!
(GUN FIRES)
(GRUNTING)
(GROWLING)
(ROARING)
AGENT: Where did he go?
What's that?
Get back from me! Get away from me!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
MAN ON PA: Attention! You people, stay behind the police barriers.
Joleen, come away from there. This is not intelligent. Not intelligent at all.
Miss Collins, if you'd just think about what you're doing, the risk to you,
what your loss would mean to our country.
Oh, shut up, Mr. Arnold!
I mean we need people...
Shut up!
(HULK GRUNTING)
Don't shoot him!
(ROARING)
That's the girl's mother in its arms.
All right, hold it, hold it, hold it! Don't shoot, don't shoot!
COP: What is that thing? It ain't human! That's for sure!
MR. ARNOLD: Quiet! Don't startle it!
JOLEEN: Don't shoot. Please, don't shoot!
Joleen, now, you come over here, Joleen.
You come here on this side. That's crazy!
(CRYING) This is what you wanted, isn't it?
You want me gone! You want me out of your life!
I'm a freak, Mama!
And I'm tired of not being like other people!
I'm tired!
Joleen...
No, wait, wait. Please, please!
She needs me now! Joleen,
you do need me now, don't you?
I can help you now, can't I?
Honey, I need you, too!
Mama...
Oh, Joleen...
Oh, Mama.
(SOBBING)
JOLEEN: I'm so glad you called. Oh, everything's wonderful.
Mom's living with me now, and I'm working hard and taking classes and...
I'm filling my head full of ideas about radiation theory.
I'm sure I'll know something soon. David, please stay.
(SIGHING) Joleen, above all, you should know that I have to keep moving on.
Of course. Knights are like that.
You saved me from la Bruja the witch and the deadly precipice.
And, um, I love you.
Write to me, Lancelot. Please!
I will.