Hulk Page #6

F-22 PlLOT 2:
I'm passing Flight Level 600.

This is out of my envelope.

ROSS:
Hang in there, Legend.

F-22 PlLOT 2:
I can't maintain.

He's all over my aerodynamics.

ROSS:
He'll lose consciousness before you.

F-22 PlLOT 2:
950.

I can't hold it. I'm pulling back.

[Plane engines humming]

[Yelling]

[Wind howling]

[Mysterious instrumental music]

Puny human.

F-22 PlLOT 1 :
Contact. He's in the water.

All units, weapons hot.

ROSS:
Let's not take any chances.

You are cleared

to fire on target, Legend.

BETTY:
Dad?

ROSS:
Betty?

We don't have a choice.

l have to destroy him.

But you can't.

You'll only fuel his rage

and make him stronger.

lt's you he's coming for,

you know that.

Then let me go to him.

Please.

Just give him a chance to calm down.

[Cable-car bell clanging]

[People screaming]

ROSS:
All aircraft

vicinity San Francisco...

this is T-bolt on guard.

This area has been declared

restricted airspace.

All aircraft are ordered

to clear the airspace immediately.

CHOPPER PlLOT:
Echo-19, weapons are hot.

Target acquired.

Waiting your orders to engage.

TECHNlClAN:
Command code yellow.

Hold for authorization.

All units, hold your fire.

TECHNlClAN:
T-bolt to all assets.

You have direct orders to hold your fire.

I repeat. Hold your fire.

[Solemn instrumental music]

[Police sirens wailing]

[Tires screeching]

[Police officers shouting orders]

OFFlCER:
Move now!

SWAT TEAM LEADER:

Everybody down! Down!

[Bruce sighing]

You found me.

You weren't that hard to find.

Yes, l was.

[Sentimental instrumental music]

[Key turning in lock]

[Solemn instrumental music]

[Rhythmic instrumental music]

ROSS:
That's the deal, gentlemen.

He stays on this base until

we get the final word from C-3...

on how to dispose of him.

In the meantime, if he does

anything but sit in that chair...

we'll turn on the juice and

he'll be incinerated immediately.

COLONEL:
We've established

a 200-yard perimeter, sir.

lf we deploy

the electromagnetic array...

there should be

no collateral damage.

l'm doing this for you, Betty.

But one way or another, we're gonna

have to prepare for the worst.

[Tense instrumental music]

BRUCE:
l should have killed you.

As l should have killed you.

l wish you had.

I saw her last night.

Saw her face.

Brown hair...

brown eyes.

She smiled at me.

She reached down

and kissed my cheek.

l can almost remember a smell.

lt was like desert flowers.

Her favorite perfume.

lt's my mother...

and l don't even know her name.

lt's all right, son.

Go ahead and cry.

-Cry. Crying will do you good.

-Don't touch me!

Maybe once you were my father.

But you're not now

and you never will be.

ls that so?

Well, l got news for you.

l didn't come here to see you.

l came here to see my son.

My real son.

The one inside of you.

You're nothing

but a superficial shell...

a husk of flimsy consciousness...

ready to be torn off

at a moment's notice.

You can think what you like.

l don't care. Just go.

No, son, listen to me.

l found a cure.

For me.

My cells can transform, too...

absorb enormous amounts of energy.

But, unlike you, they're unstable.

Son...

l need your strength.

I gave you life.

Now you must give it back to me...

only a million times more radiant...

more powerful.

BRUCE:
Stop!

BANNER:
Stop what?

[Shouting] Stop what?

Think of all those men out there

in their uniforms...

barking and swallowing orders!

lnflicting their petty rule

over the entire globe!

Think of all the harm they've done!

To you! To me!

To humanity!

And know this,

that we can make them...

and their flags, their anthems

and their governments...

disappear in a flash!

You in me.

l'd rather die.

BANNER:
That's your answer?

Then indeed you shall die...

and be reborn a hero...

of the kind that walked the Earth...

long before the pale religions

of civilization...

infected humanity's soul!

[Shouting] Go!

Stop your bawling...

you weak little speck

of human trash.

l'll go.

You just watch me go!

Hit it!

[Yelling]

-Hit it again.

-We can't, sir.

There's no power. Some kind of

counter electromagnetic field.

[Tense instrumental music]

[Thunder rumbling]

ROSS:
Move in and assault the target.

Move in!

[Machine guns firing]

[Thunder rumbling]

Sir, l've located them on radar.

Pear Lake.

Call up the task force.

Yes.

[Both grunting]

[Hulk roaring]

[Hulk growling]

BANNER:
That's right. Keep fighting.

The more you fight,

the more of you I take.

TECHNlCAL OFFlCER: Strange.

We're reading a phenomenal drop

in temperatures there...

with simultaneous

radiological activity.

They're absorbing

all the ambient energy.

[Eerie instrumental music]

BETTY:
Relax.

BANNER:
Sleep now, Bruce,

and forget forever.

Struggle no more...

and give me all of your power.

BRUCE:
You think you can live with it?

Take it!

Take it all!

BANNER:
Yes.

[Hulk roaring]

BANNER:
Take it back.

It's not stopping!

Take it back!

[lntense instrumental music]

[Struggling]

Gentlemen, release.

JET PlLOT:
Gamma charge away.

[Soft instrumental music]

Sweet dreams.

ONE YEAR LATER...

[Telephone ringing]

BETTY:
Hello?

ROSS:
Betty? Is that you?

Hi, Dad.

ROSS:
I'm glad I caught you.

BETTY:
l'm glad you called.

ROSS:
Thanks.

Look, Betty...

you and l....

We both know that Bruce...

couldn't have survived that blast.

But.... Well, you know....

What is it?

ROSS:
You know, the usual loonies...

seeing things,

only now everything's green.

[Chuckles]

Right.

Look...

if by some chance he did survive...

and he should try to contact you,

and try to get in touch...

you'd tell me, wouldn't you?

No. l wouldn't.

But you know as well as l do

l wouldn't have to.

l mean, my phones are bugged...

my computer is tapped,

l'm under surveillance.

l'll tell you, though...

that if he were alive...

l'm the last person

l would want him to come to...

because, as much as l miss him....

l loved him.

l'm sorry, Betty.

l am so sorry.

l know you are.

[Telephone hanging up]

[ln Spanish]

Listen to your father

and take your medicine, okay?

[Cars approaching]

[Talking in Spanish]

Take all the medicine.

[Hens clucking]

Quiet!

Sit down!

Shut up!

We need these medicines

for the people who live here.

Who are you to decide

what the people need?

These people are helping

our enemies.

And maybe you are too.

Take all this.

lt is the property

of the government.

[Bruce speaking Spanish]

You're making me angry.

You wouldn't like me when l'm angry.

[Dramatic instrumental music]

[Hulk roaring]

[Tense instrumental music]

[Hard rock music]

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