Harry and the Hendersons Page #3

is I get a buck a strand for mine.

These are real, Doc.

I chased a set of tracks

for two or three miles.

Okay, Jocko, if you've got

castings, I'll buy them,

but let's keep the price

on the ground.

Listen, you don't understand!

I almost had him.

I was that close.

Then what, gun jam?

Or maybe a change of heart.

Had him in your sights

and couldn't do it?

What's the story this time?

I don't know.

I think he was hit by a car.

That should have made it easy.

Yes, I know but...

There are no traces,

no tracks, nothing.

He just vanished.

Well, like I tell my customers,

Bigfoot eat their dead.

I don't know why the

hell I bother with you!

Because you figure I'm the only one

who deep down wants to believe you,

but I don't.

Not any more.

We both spent our whole lives

chasing after that beast,

and we both have to stare at

ourselves in the mirror every morning

and keep repeating,

"I'm not a fool!"

"I am not a fool!"

Only you finally blinked!

Or finally opened my eyes!

We'll find out soon enough!

Go for it, Jocko!

Raise a ruckus!

God knows, I can use the business.

Put the stuff

in the freezer, honey.

Where is he?

Living room.

Everything is melting. Have I

got something to show you.

George, give me a second.

Irene had us cornered out

there for 15 minutes.

She invited us to dinner and bowling.

Bowling?

Don't worry, George, I spared you.

I told her you had something to

drop off tonight, don't you?

Don't be so sure.

You might just change your mind

when you've seen what I've seen.

Sarah, you, too.

Come on.

George, those are

just empty calories.

Never mind about that.

No, no, no, no.

Not yet.

Just a minute.

I have a little something

to show you.

But first, I want you to think

about this just for a moment.

Us,

Life,

Time.

Magazines! Cover stories.

I mean, you could be looking at old Dad

on the Carson Show, for heaven's sake.

No, no, no, no.

Now, we started with

something kind of simple.

But I'm sure you'll see

that as soon as he gets going there

is absolutely nothing to stop him!

Sit.

Sit.

Sit!

That's great!

You taught him how to sit?

No, no, no!

Don't sit!

That was outstanding, Dad!

No, no, no. Stay. Please...

George, if I could have a word with

you before the Carson Show calls.

Nancy!

It wasn't...

Nancy, honey, we've got to

give him one more chance!

George Nathan Henderson,

what is the matter with you?

This is our home! Our stuff!

Look, he had it perfect

just five minutes ago.

George, you are acting

like a crazy person!

Honey, that wasn't

supposed to happen!

None of this was

supposed to happen,

but it did, and now we have

to do the right thing!

I know it seems bad, but

just give me one more week.

We don't have enough house

for two days!

George, he doesn't fit here!

He doesn't fit in our lives!

Look, we have to do the right

thing and think about him!

Mom, Dad, hurry, this is great!

(SIGHING)

MAN ON TV:

What's the matter with him?

WOMAN:

Maybe he thinks you're getting...

(LAUGHING)

Now watch this.

(CHAIR CREAKING)

Cool, huh?

He didn't care for the blue cheese.

eat your Pablum

like a good boy...

and you'll have

Swedish pancake too.

Now I know where

Bonzo get his bad habits.

That's outright bribery.

Okay.

I'll take him back.

But you know

it might not be so easy,

I think he likes it here.

What kind of a way

is that to talk to a baby?

What do you mean?

She's gone.

It's time to go.

Remember this?

Your favorite station wagon.

Right. What's left of it.

(ROARING)

No, no, no.

It's really much nicer

on the inside. Come on.

Perfect.

Hungry? We're gonna

have a little party.

Yeah. A goodbye party.

Plan B.

No problem.

See what we're gonna be missing?

Never mind.

Let's eat. Nancy?

Here. Ern.

Have you ever had a burger?

Smells good.

Look at this.

Mmm. Mmm.

(BARKING)

Oh, right.

Yours was the fish. Here.

This is for him,

the burgers are for you.

You want another?

I ordered wrong.

Double fish on a sesame bun.

Catch of the day.

Covered with tartar sauce.

How about some fries, huh?

Extra larges, two orders.

You can wash it down

with a chocolate shake.

Look at all this stuff!

All you can eat.

Atta boy.

Great!

Comfortable?

Just sit... Stay.

Stay.

Stay right there.

You're not changing

your mind, are you?

Your mom's right, Ern.

I know it's hard.

It's hard for me, too.

But it's the right thing to do.

It was wrong of me to think that we

could just claim it like a stray dog.

He's more of a man than an animal.

You were the first one to see that.

He deserves to be free.

Mom's right.

He's gotta go back

where he belongs.

So why don't you and me

go on down there,

like a couple of real men

and say, "Goodbye, hairy friend."

(CLATTERING)

Harry?

Since when does he have a name?

Since right now.

(HOWLING)

(HOWLING)

Harry.

Harry!

(WHISPERING) There's someone in the house.

What should we do?

You stay right there.

(SQUEALING)

(GROWLING)

TV ANNOUNCER:
Good morning, Seattle.

Today Jerry's special...

You're free, Little Bob.

Go back to the wild.

Run, Little Bob.

Run free.

And now, your host,

the toast of

the Olympic Coast,

Jerry Seville!

SEVILLE:
Thank you,

thank you, thank you.

(LAUGHING)

Good morning, Seattle.

God, I hate this guy.

I'll turn it off.

No. Let me hate him.

It'll keep me awake

until the coffee kicks in.

But I sure am glad

it's Tuesday.

Isn't Monday

the dullest day of the week?

Up yours, Jerry.

Seems old Jer was wrong.

All right.

This morning's paper.

By no means front page news.

Are you sitting down?

Listen, late last night

a Hawthorne Hills man

discovered his wife lying

unconscious on top of their car.

After the paramedics had

revived the woman she said,

"She must have been put there by

a huge, hairy, man-like creature

"resembling the legendary Bigfoot...

Harry.

"...who she had earlier

mistaken for a mouse!"

Hawthorne Hills?

A mouse?

A mouse!

I gotta find him.

I can't go to work.

When do we ever listen to

silly old Jerry Seville?

If there really was a Bigfoot, don't you think

I'd have had him as a guest on my show?

I gotta check it out anyway.

No, the very best thing that

you can do is go to work.

What if somebody finds him before I...

All right?

See you tonight.

Bye-bye. Bye.

John Morrow, who will talk to us all

about his new squid and prune juice diet.

Bigfoot.

ERNIE:
Mom, he came back!

Little Bob!

LAFLEUR:
It's amazing, you know,

I see an old Army buddy from 40

years driving along the freeway

and, of course,

I cannot remember his name

so I take his license number

plate and I come here,

and because of that I am going to find

out where he lives. It's fantastic.

Ten bucks.

(MEN LAUGHING)

So how about you, George?

Did you see any Bigfoot?

What?

You know, your vacation.

Bigfoot?

No.

I read the things weigh over 400 pounds.

Smell real bad, too.

Hell, looks like we got

one of those right here.

What's your shoe size, Billers?

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