Harry and the Hendersons Page #6

Ernie, no! No!

(GROWLING)

Harry,

I'm human.

I made a mistake

and I'm sorry.

Dad, he doesn't understand.

(WHIMPERING)

I know something he'll understand.

Ernie, give me a hand.

(ALL GASPING)

George?

What are we gonna do about Harry?

First things first.

Do you have a cat?

No!

Good, then it's just a hairball.

(ADDAMS FAMILY THEME PLAYING ON TV)

Are you completely deaf?

I said, "Get me out of here now.

"Tomorrow is too late!"

Jerome,

Jerome, I know where he is.

What the hell do you think I have

been doing for the last 25 years?

(WHISPERING) Him!

Yes, Sasquatch!

Jerome, this time it is different.

I've got his address.

Crazy?

You let me stay here for one more

hour and I'll show you me crazy.

(SQUISHING)

Time's running out.

Jerome,

you make something happen... now.

(PHONE RINGING)

Irene, the phone. I've

gotta get the phone. Okay.

I just need someone to talk to.

You know, it hasn't been easy

with this pool and everything!

And Herb? He's no help!

His latest theory is that a condor

flew over and took a sh*t in it!

MAN:
Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

I saw you on television last night,

Mr. Hen, and I think we should talk.

Who is this?

Do the words,

"Vital facts that could

prevent a tragic

"and unnecessary end

for the big fellow, "

ring a bell?

Nancy, it's Wrightwood. Dr. Wrightwood?

Yes. How are you?

Fine.

Can we get together?

Sure, any time.

Now, this afternoon.

Well.

Come to the house.

How about dinner?

Hello, are you still there?

Sorry, bad connection.

You're up near Index, right?

Just take the I-5 right into town.

We're in the Wallingford section.

George? What are you doing?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

You?

I'm Wallace Wrightwood.

Dr. Wrightwood.

May I come in?

Yes, of course you can.

Nancy, this is Dr. Wrightwood.

He's the curator of the Bigfoot

Museum I told you about.

I'm pleased to meet you.

Likewise. Thank you.

These are beautiful.

This is our daughter Sarah.

Hello.

GEORGE:

Oh, and this is our son, Ernest.

Hello.

ERNIE:
Hello.

Ernie, this is Dr. Wrightwood.

Something sure smells...

good.

That's dinner.

Roast beef.

Mom, where's the roast?

The roast. I'll get it, hon.

The roast,

is resting in a shallow unmarked

grave in the back yard.

Oh.

Right. Well, there's

plenty of other stuff.

Are you vegetarians?

Sometimes.

It depends on the guest.

(LOUD POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(GROWLING)

As you probably know, your Dad paid me

a visit the other day at my museum.

I liked him.

What I'm gonna say now

just might save his life.

I don't understand.

When I was younger I used to have a

good job working as a lab scientist.

Life was great.

And then something happened on a

hunting trip darn-near 50 years ago

that let the air out of everything.

I went out for a walk

one day in the woods.

I heard a rustle behind me.

Then I smelled something

that made my eyes water

and my lungs smoke!

By the time I turned around

all I saw was a streak of fur.

On the ground

there was a footprint.

A big footprint.

So, I was hooked

from that moment on.

I started spending all the time I

could spare searching for the beast.

Then I spent time I couldn't spare.

That's how I lost my job

and my friends.

It's so sad.

Well, I didn't tell it so you

could cry in your sprouts,

or whatever that is, darling.

I'm telling it so that your father

won't make the same mistake.

I appreciate what you're

saying, Dr. Wrightwood,

but there's a big difference

between your story and mine.

Not as big as you think.

Maybe even bigger.

(GEORGE CLEARS THROAT)

No, no, no. You're kidding yourself.

I remember what you told me

when you came into my shop.

Bigfoot can come live with us.

We'll accept the responsibility.

Can you imagine what a Bigfoot

would do to your home?

Yeah, well, I can.

You're good people.

I'm gonna say this once.

I'm gonna say it simple and I hope to

God for your sakes you all listen.

There are no abominable snowmen.

There are no Sasquatches.

There are no Bigfeet!

Am I missing something?

Oh, Lord! Lord God!

Dr. Wrightwood, say hello to Harry.

Harry?

(EXCLAIMS)

Isn't he something?

Oh, yes, he's so smart, too. I mean,

George has taught him how to sit.

To sit?

We haven't quite perfected it yet.

Hungry?

He lives here with you?

Temporarily.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(DOOR BUZZING)

Well?

If I call in a favor, I might be able

to get you out sometime tonight.

Sometime tonight?

I need a damn good reason.

For Christ's sake, I'm talking

about bagging a Sasquatch!

That'll cut a lot of ice

for the judge.

GEORGE:
It's just not

Harry's world out there.

It's like we've become an

enemy to anything wondrous.

Even the scientific community's

gonna poke and prod at him

until he hates every man that

he sees, including you and me.

The only answer is a safe place

where even LaFleur can't find him.

I might know a place, but we'd never

be able to find it in the dark.

Then you will help us?

In every way I possibly can.

That's wonderful.

We'll leave first thing

in the morning.

I'll wake the kids. Real early.

They'll wanna come.

We'll make a whole day of it.

Our last day with Harry.

He's so odd.

He didn't say good night.

I don't even know

when he's coming back.

Now, get some sleep.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(HARRY SNORING LOUDLY)

And where the hell have you been?

There was nothing I could do!

Don't bullshit!

They weren't letting anybody out

until they processed those guns

and there were a lot of guns!

You need a bath.

And what? Blow my cover?

Hey, come on!

Come on, give me my things!

Hey, when I'm ready, pal.

When he's ready, pal.

Jerome, do something, eh?

So what's your sign?

IRENE:
Kimchee!

Kimchee! Kimchee!

My name is Kim Lee not Kimchee!

You killed them!

Oh, no!

Where are my

precious little babies?

Thank you.

Forgive me, Harry?

(THUDDING)

I'm gonna show these to Irene.

She loves roses.

Sure would be a dream come

true if we could keep him.

Well, you know

what they say,

"The best things in life

are supposed to be free."

Hold it right there, mister.

What did you do to my roses?

No!

Don't even think about it!

One false move out of you

and I'm gonna prune your plant.

And I'm talking nip it in the bud!

(SCREAMING)

My God!

ERNIE:
Push.

Hurry up, Dad.

George, you drive.

It's not fair!

He should be mine!

Damn you!

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(MUMBLING)

LaFleur!

What?

I think we're being followed

by our own car!

Wow!

He stole my car!

GEORGE:
Oh, my God, will

you look at this traffic?

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Damn!

Cops!

Everybody just act normal.

Here he comes!

Look what he's doing

to my paint job!

He's almost on us, Dad!

(IMITATING POLICE SIREN)

George, could you go

a little faster?

All right, Mom!

That sucker's history!

Don't kid yourself. This

is the part he's good at.

ALL:
Yay!

WRIGHTWOOD:
I always miss it.

Hurry.

Up here, George.

Hurry!

You better make this

a short goodbye, George.

You've gotta go back

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