Harry and the Hendersons Page #4

Very funny.

I'm working with a**holes.

Can I help you?

Probably yes.

I hope we can help each other.

I believe this is yours.

Okay, what are you

selling, buster, huh?

Mrs. Henderson?

Yes.

Irene, would you go see if the tea

kettle is just about to boil, honey?

Thank you.

Good morning.

Hi.

I am called Richard Smith.

And I'm from

the U.S. Forestry Service

and I'm investigating a possible

road-kill, with an animal

either killed or maimed

in a car accident.

Now, I know that you did

hit something on Route A-4

which was a little fire road

off the I-90?

Yes. We did run into something.

(SNIFFING)

What was it that you hit,

Mrs. Henderson?

I don't know.

We couldn't see it.

You know, it happened so fast.

Where is it now?

Now? I don't know.

It ran away.

Mrs. Henderson, obviously, our

main concern are for your family,

to be sure no one was injured.

No one was injured.

I'm so pleased.

Obviously our other concern is for the

safety of that poor little animal.

It could be out there suffering

and I know you would want to help

me find it so I could care for it.

No. I mean, yes.

But I mean,

there's nothing wrong with it.

It walked into the woods.

I mean, it didn't even limp.

Walked?

It crawled, it scurried,

you know, it scampered,

it kind of wobbled, creeped,

like an animal does, you know?

Anyway, he's fine,

and we are fine and...

You know...

I forgot I have a sink backed up and I...

And a potty.

I've gotta go take care of it.

Thank you.

Thanks very much for thinking

of us and bringing this to us.

And thanks for your consideration.

License plates, huh? That guy's

probably a convict. Here.

What you don't need now

is somebody bothering you.

Just sit back and relax.

I can remember Herb's and my first fight.

This is nothing.

Can I help you?

Probably not.

This is the first

place I have been.

I want some .458 magnums.

I think we got those

in here somewhere.

Yeah. Here we are.

We don't get much

call for these monsters.

$28.50 for the box.

Do you have any more?

There's 20 of them in there,

you know?

Do you have any more?

I'm sorry, that's the last we got.

What, are you going

on safari or something?

No. Just into my own back yard.

There he goes, just like clockwork.

Jeez, Dad,

who the hell is that guy?

Jacques LaFleur.

He's always the first to show when

these crazy sightings start up.

He bought some

pretty serious ammo, .458s.

Before Sasquatch got under his

skin he was a Class A hunter.

Where do you think Claws came from?

That guy shot Claws?

Yeah.

Why would he part

with a trophy like that?

Probably because

it was the smallest one.

May I help you?

Yes, I'm on my lunch break

and I'm kind of in a hurry.

Could you point me

to some books on the...

(WHISPERING) Bigfoot?

Sasquatch?

Sasquatch.

Sasquatch.

That's the one.

Fantasy, folklore,

myths and legends.

Basement stacks. Take the stairs.

Thank you.

You could also try children's books!

Right!

This book sucks!

Ernie.

These pictures don't look

anything like Harry!

He's right, Nan. It's no

wonder people wanna kill them.

These books make them

out to be monsters.

All except this journal from the North

American Anthropological Institute.

Some guy named Wallace Wrightwood.

NANCY:
That's him.

No. That's Jacques LaFleur.

He's a hunter who came

into the store today.

No, honey.

This is Richard Smith,

the forestry guy I told you about

who came to our house today.

That lying bastard!

SARAH AND ERNIE:
Mom!

Both of you, to bed, right now.

Sarah, get off that phone. It's two hours.

Come on, that's it!

Mom, it's only 8:30.

You mind your mother!

(HORN HONKING)

Hard to believe, huh?

And from the look in your mug, you

think it's a load, don't you?

Everybody asks,

"Has anybody ever seen one?"

Let me ask you,

you being a flatlander,

a city fellow,

you've seen hundreds,

thousands of pigeons, right?

Of course.

Have you ever seen a baby pigeon?

Well, neither have I.

But I got a hunch they exist.

Are you Dr. Wrightwood?

I'm George Henderson.

Wrightwood ain't here.

Is he coming back?

He might.

Could I leave a message for...

How do you know Wrightwood?

His books. And his research.

He seems to be the only person

who really believes in all this.

I just need a few answers.

Doctor's old, tired.

I'm gonna put

my phone number down here.

Could you see

that the Doctor gets this?

"Vital facts that could prevent

an unnecessary and tragic end

"for the big fellow?"

I have a friend,

a man named Jack.

And say there was this,

this, giant...

ls there a beanstalk involved

in this, Mr. Henderson?

A beanstalk?

No. No.

I mean, with all

these Bigfoot sightings

what if Jack and his family

opened up their home

and their lives to this thing?

And, what if they found out that

he was more human than animal,

and they just said,

"We'll take him in.

"We'll accept responsibility for him until

a safe place can be found for him to be."

Not some zoo, or lab...

So what you're saying is

you would be willing...

Excuse me, Jack would be willing

to take this creature in,

care for it and love it like a pet?

No, no,

like a member of the family.

That's a noble gesture,

but impossible.

Sasquatch is a primitive

ancestor of modern man,

but if you ever came

face to face with one

you'd see that they're still

very much animals.

Only on the outside.

Look, I know what

I'm talking about!

And I know it's closing time so if

you wanna talk shop, then shop!

Jack and the Beanstalk,

George?

It just came out like that. I

didn't know what I was saying.

I think you knew

exactly what you were saying.

Face it, Dad, you want him back.

Sarah, I want to take him back

where he belongs,

but that means

I've gotta find him first.

By bringing Harry here

we put his life in danger.

Now, we've got to

try to set things right.

George,

this is really Harry.

Did you draw that?

Yeah.

NANCY:
It's beautiful.

(GROWLING)

MAN:
Hey! Hey, fella, get away

from that window!

(SCREAMING)

(REPORTERS CHATTERING)

WOMAN:
He's the person who saw it.

Now get this.

"It must have been the large hairy

giant he saw running from the scene."

Did you get that, George?

Yeah.

George, do you still

fool with that painting stuff?

Yeah.

As a matter of fact, I...

Good!

You can save your old man

a few bucks.

How about you draw

a big full-size Bigfoot?

We'll put it in the window

right next to the gun section.

Now, you make him real big,

you know, real scary.

You know, like they're

supposed to be, George.

Hands up, big claws,

big fangs, a lot of drool.

And let's put up a map of the area,

and we'll mark on it all the spots where

people say they've seen the thing.

We'll become kind of like

a Bigfoot Central, a B.H.Q.

Dad, don't you think we might be

encouraging a lot of unqualified people

to go running around

with loaded weapons?

Come on, you know as well as I do

there's nothing out there to shoot at.

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