The Incredible Hulk (1977–1982): Season 4, Episode 5 - Deep Shock - full transcript
After the Hulk takes a jolt of electricity while saving a co-worker at the Tres Lobos Power plant, David 'Benton' begins to get psychic premonitions.
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(ROARS)
An apparent psychic
in New England,
he claimed to have had
no special abilities,
until after
he'd survived
60,000 volts.
We're all able
to project the future
in little ways.
Do something special
about your body chemistry.
MAN: He's gonna kill him.
You ought to think twice
before you throw away
human beings.
You might need one
to turn off the juice.
(ROARING)
He's in arrest.
Paddles. Clear.
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)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
That's the last
vending machine
sandwich
I'm going to buy
at this place.
Can't tell a tuna fish
from the ham and cheese.
(WALT LAUGHING)
I wouldn't worry about it.
Pretty soon you'll get
all the home cooking
you want.
Twenty-one days
and we're gone.
So, where does
the company get off hiring
a new guy at this time?
The sooner they automate
this plant,
the sooner management
gets us off the payroll.
All of us.
What're we gonna do
about that, Edgar?
Lawyer from the national
said the company
is within its rights.
What about our rights?
What am I gonna do
when the job runs out?
Look, the boss has promised
us a re-training program.
Now, that ought to help.
Besides,
I'm gonna watchdog
the severance pay.
I'm still shop steward.
Look, I'm doing the best
I can for you guys.
(MUMBLING)
No matter what I do,
it doesn't seem to stop us
getting laid off.
But what more
can I do?
Hey, I need
a couple of bodies
for an installation job.
I'll take it.
You gotta leave
the heavy stuff for
the younger guys, Edgar.
Hey, hey, come on.
Come on. As long as
I'm saddled with you,
I might as well
find out if you
can do a man's work.
What are you doing?
You looked like
you were having trouble.
Hell, go back in there
and earn your money.
I'm all right.
Don't you think
we ought to
get some help?
Look, if I need another guy,
I would've brought one.
Go on, do your job.
Go on, before
this dingus starts
to install itself.
(GROANS)
Edgar, do you need help?
(PANTING)
Edgar. Edgar,
can you hear me?
Hey, if that cable
hits this platform,
we're both gonna fry.
(CLANGING)
(GROANS)
(GROWLS)
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
(ROARS)
(ROARING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(ROARS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(ALARM BLARING)
GUARD: Where is it?
Disappeared.
Somebody call
the paramedic.
David.
Edgar, you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Dr. Olson, emergency.
High voltage shock.
He's in arrest.
Paddles.
Clear.
Repeat. Clear.
I've got a heartbeat.
(BEEPING)
David, David.
Dr. Olson,
Dr. Olson!
He's coming to.
I'm Dr. Olson.
You've been in a coma
for two days.
There was an accident
at the plant.
The other man, how...
How is he?
Mr. Tucker's just fine.
He's been practically camped
out in our waiting room
to see how you were.
You can see him tomorrow.
(RINGING)
Are you in pain?
Tinnitus.
You have a ringing
in your ears?
Yes.
You've had a massive
electrical trauma.
We've taken tests
and we'll know more
tomorrow.
Now you've got to rest.
(RINGING)
EDGAR: I've got 23 years
with the company,
Mr. Buchanan.
EDGAR: Please! Please!
Please don't hurt me!
(EXHALES)
Good morning, David.
(SIGHS)
How's the tinnitus
this morning?
Why, it comes
and goes.
You surprised me yesterday.
The medical jargon.
Oh, well I...
I used to work
in a medical library.
You may wind up
in one again.
Your case is
one for the books.
One, you're alive.
And two, you show none of
the corollary symptoms
of severe
electrical trauma.
Then my heart
is functioning
normally?
And your resistance
is normal also.
Plus there's no evidence
of brain damage.
You must be made
of pretty stern stuff.
(CHUCKLES)
Pretty interesting stuff.
I've never seen
anything like it.
I'm out of danger?
Physically,
there's nothing much
to worry about.
But we always have to watch
for other complications
in cases like yours.
I'm sorry,
I don't follow.
We know from your EEG
that your brain
was abnormally active
during the coma.
We ran a spinal tap
the first day,
and it revealed
an in ordinate quantity
of phenylethylamine.
Now, this is
not harmful in itself,
but it's sometimes
an indication
of other problems.
Psychological problems.
Yes.
It's associated with
a tendency to
split personality syndrome.
Have you ever suspected
anything like that?
I'm not a psychiatrist,
I'm a neurologist.
But you might consider...
May I leave
the hospital today?
I'd rather
you stay a few days.
You shouldn't be
on your own.
Why not?
The plain truth is
we really know very little
about the psychological
side effects of deep shock.
You shouldn't be
unduly concerned,
but there is a possibility
of emotional reaction.
You might find yourself
suddenly crying for no reason.
And a few cases
have even reported
hallucinations.
Is there someone
you could stay with?
Sure there is.
He'll stay with me.
How's it going?
I'll keep an eye
on him, Doc.
Okay.
That makes me feel
a little better
about releasing him.
I'll get
the paper work started.
Thank you.
Hey,
you're looking good.
Well, thank you.
How are you feeling?
You can't keep
a good man down.
Hey, listen.
I'm not used
to apologizing...
Oh, come on, please...
No, no, I...
I've got to say this.
You know, I was
out of line the other day.
I used you to make
a point to the other guys.
Now, that ain't right.
Okay.
But you don't have
to take me in.
Well, you stuck by me,
even though
you could have split.
And I owe you.
Let's just say
that we were both lucky.
And anyway,
I have my own place.
(RINGING)
What's up?
Hey, Doc!
David,
the tinnitus again?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Doc, tell him
he's got to
stay with me.
David, I can't stress
too strongly
the importance of
your not being alone
at this time.
Now, either that
or you stay here.
Come on, buddy.
What do you say?
Okay. Thank you.
(PHONE RINGING)
WOMAN: National Register.
Good afternoon.
GUARD: I'd like to speak
to Jack McGee, please.
(SIGHS)
(RINGING)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
Oh, hi, Dave.
Hi.
Where's Edgar?
Well, he had
to go shopping.
But he should be back
in a few minutes.
Yeah, they tell me
you took
quite a jolt.
Yeah.
It's a real shame.
He never really
did get over it.
It's his wife and his son.
Boy was in the Marines.
Gone all the way through Nam,
two tours of duty
without a single scratch.
First week he's home,
he's driving his mom over to
see his aunt in Pitt County.
Mmm-hmm.
They got hit head on
by a drunk.
It just doesn't
make any sense,
does it?
No, it doesn't.
Hi, guys.
You wanna guess
how much
these groceries cost?
$117.
At least that's what
the computer
at the store said.
(EDGAR GASPS)
Whatever happened to
the checker checking
one item at a time, huh?
You like steak?
Yes, I do.
What's going on?
I've been talking
to some of
the guys, Edgar.
We all agree
that maybe it's time
for a little strike.
That would get a rise
out of management.
No way.
The national won't
support a strike,
and the company'd
be free
to hire anybody.
We'd be cutting
our own throats.
Are you kidding me?
With the damage you two did
on that scissors platform,
we got them
over a barrel.
It's gonna take them
months, Edgar,
to train a new crew
to do that kind of work.
They got to use us!
After which
they'd let you go,
just like before,
except without
the benefit package.
Well, hell, we gotta
do something!
What are you willing
to try?
Anything that'll work.
Yeah, right.
(DOOR CLOSING)
He doesn't understand.
Doesn't do any good
to take on the company
unless we got clout.
We ran out of that
when we became obsolete.
Now, the next thing
they're gonna wanna do is
make families obsolete.
Wife and kids.
Eating and sleeping.
(RINGING)
Your world of machines.
(RINGING STOPS)
You look a bit woozy.
You wanna lie down while
I get some dinner ready?
(RINGING)
You know,
I promised the doctor
I'd take care of you.
(RINGING STOPS)
You all right, David?
(RINGING)
EDGAR: Please!
Don't hurt me, please!
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar!
(RINGING STOPS)
What's Edgar calling
the boss for?
I don't know, but
from the sound of it,
I don't like it.
I don't see why
you can't tell me over
the phone, Mr. Buchanan.
Now just a minute!
All right,
five minutes.
I'll be there.
(RINGING)
RECEPTIONIST:
May I help you, sir?
EDGAR: Please!
Don't hurt me, please!
(RINGING INTENSIFIES)
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar!
EDGAR: I've got 23 years
with the company,
Mr. Buchanan.
May I help you, sir?
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
May I help you, sir?
EDGAR: I've got
23 years with the company,
Mr. Buchanan.
Look, Tucker,
you're not
a well man.
There would have been
no accident
on that platform
if you'd been
honest with us.
Look, Tucker,
as in light of
your long service,
I've made arrangements
for an early
retirement waiver.
You'll get
your full pension,
but as of Friday,
you're off the payroll.
You ought to think twice
before you throw away
human beings, Buchanan.
You might need one of them,
to turn off the juice
when things go wrong.
(RINGING)
EDGAR: Please! Please
don't hurt me!
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar!
And I did see
that creature of yours.
Well, so what's your problem?
You don't want
$10,000 anymore?
Well, sure I do.
But I can't let you
in the plant.
Now, ever since
we've had
the union trouble,
they don't want
any reporters down here.
They think it might be
too dangerous.
You know what?
What bothers me
is why Buchanan lied
about
the retraining program.
There ain't gonna be any.
Yeah. It will be up to me
to tell the guys.
(RINGING)
I'm having them over
tonight, but even
with beer and pizza,
it ain't gonna
go down easy.
I don't know why.
Because they want
to throw them out,
like a bunch
of empty beer cans.
(SCOFFS) Obsolete!
(GROANING)
It just ain't right.
Just ain't right.
(GROANING)
Edgar? Edgar,
hang on.
Look, can you remember
the name of the two guys
that were on that
scissors platform,
when you saw the Hulk?
Now, could you
tell me their names?
Yeah, one of them
was Tucker.
Edgar Tucker.
He's the shop steward.
The other guy
I don't know. He's...
He's new here.
And you don't know
his name?
Well, you can get his name
at the personnel office.
It's on file.
They won't even let me
in the personnel office.
The union problems.
Listen, could you at least
tell me the name
of the hospital
they took these guys to
after the accident?
Saint Francis.
Saint Francis?
Or it could have been
Queen of Mercy.
Uh-huh.
Or...
Yeah okay.
Yeah, yeah, thanks.
Thanks a lot.
I'll be in touch.
Sorry.
Easy.
(PANTING)
You all right now?
Yeah, sure, sure.
It looks worse
than it is.
Yeah, I'd have been okay
in a minute.
Something went down
the wrong pipe.
I've seen
labile angina before.
Are you sure you should
still be working
at a job like this?
(SIGHS)
It doesn't matter now.
Buchanan found out
about my heart.
He's putting me
on medical retirement
at the end of the week.
Well, he probably
saved your life.
Yeah?
He saved his own neck.
He doesn't want me around
when the guy
starts getting laid off.
He doesn't want me
talking to the press.
I'll tell you
one thing, man.
When this all
starts coming down,
Edgar Tucker's
gonna be around.
And Buchanan and everyone else
is gonna damn well know it!
(PANTING)
Thank you, Doctor.
Dr. Nolan informs me
that Mr. Tucker's gonna
be just fine,
if he slows down.
What can I do
for you, David?
Well, some answers,
I hope.
I was over at
the medical library,
but I could find very little
on electro-trauma.
Now, do you know of any
existing documentation
connecting deep shock
with precognition?
There's very little
documentation, period.
I do know
of one case.
An apparent psychic
in New England
who worked with the police.
He claimed to have had
no special abilities
until after
he'd survived
60,000 volts.
Well, then the same thing
could have happened to me.
If it has,
there's nothing supernatural
about it.
We're all able to project
the future in little ways
we can't explain.
It's common to be thinking
of someone and have the
phone ring a minute later.
I'm afraid
that my projections
are just
a little more detailed
than that.
Well, perhaps
there's something special
about your body chemistry.
Something that reacted
to the deep shock you took.
If we could run
a few more tests...
Well, no, now wait.
You know, it could be
the phenylethylamine.
If that's the case,
then the condition
could be temporary.
Yeah, I hope so.
That psychic
in New England,
he still work
with the police?
He committed suicide
two years ago.
Bye-bye
and thank you.
You're welcome,
David.
I can't believe this.
For months, all we get out
of you is talk about
the retraining program
and the benefit package,
and now you're telling us
it's all bull?
What'd you go to
the hospital for today?
Nothing.
Probably to get
his head examined.
Well, look,
what I want to know
is what other brilliant moves
you got planned next.
There's nothing else
I can do.
We've got no clout.
No, we don't.
But I'll bet you do.
Hey, what're you
talking about, Frank?
Spell it out.
Mr. Shop Steward here
ain't gonna
get himself laid off.
No, I got it from
a secretary I know.
He's gonna get
himself retired.
Full pension,
everything.
Is that true?
Yeah, well,
there's a reason.
The reason is
he made a deal
with Mr. Buchanan.
That's a lie!
You sold us out,
plain and simple.
(MEN SHOUTING)
(PANTING)
I think it's time
for you guys to go,
all right?
I ain't finished yet!
Yeah, yeah, we're finished.
Come on, Frank, let's go.
(COUGHS)
Just stay calm, okay?
Yeah,
Frank was right.
I did sell them out.
You didn't make a deal.
And you didn't
sell them out.
Now, they're your friends,
so tell them
tomorrow, huh?
Tell them the truth.
Right now,
there's only one thing
that you should do,
and that's
get some sleep.
(SIGHS)
Well, you go ahead.
I got some
thinking to do.
Good night, Edgar.
(RINGING)
EDGAR: Please.
Please, don't hurt me.
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar.
(GASPS)
(SIGHS)
(MACHINES WHIRRING)
Hello, Edgar.
We're supposed to
work in
the back grid today.
He's headed
for the main
generating building.
Where's the super?
SUPERVISOR: Hello, Edgar.
Hi.
Buchanan
wants to see you.
I'd better call.
His office.
He said pronto.
I'll cover.
Okay.
(ALARM BLARING)
Tucker, what're
you doing?
This is crazy.
Hey, you're gonna be
in a lot of trouble!
Edgar, get out of there.
What's happening?
I don't know.
Edgar closed
the emergency door.
Is there another way
in there?
With that
security system
turned on,
an army couldn't
get in there
unless he let them.
It'd take an atomic bomb
to get through that glass.
Edgar, what are
you doing, buddy?
You guys wanted me
to do something?
All right,
I've done it.
I control the plant now.
Edgar, this is not
the way to do it.
Now, come on
out of there.
No way.
I finally got us
some clout!
Get Buchanan!
Tell him to get
himself down here.
I'm in charge now!
Get the boss.
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Police are scouting
the vicinity of Tres Lobos
for one David Benton,
a close friend
of Edgar Tucker's,
in the hope that
he might convince Tucker
to surrender.
Anyone knowing
the whereabouts
of David Benton
should contact the police
immediately.
All you've gotta do
is get on TV
and promise no layoffs.
You know I can't do that.
I don't have the authority.
Then get it.
Edgar...
Look through the glass,
Buchanan.
Look real close.
Right now I'm going to
start shutting down
the breakers.
You can kiss
your super-automated
whiz bang goodbye!
You know, you won't stand
much of a chance
in there, when it goes.
That doesn't
particularly
bother me none.
Yes, hello,
I'd like to speak with
Mr. Buchanan, please.
RECEPTIONIST:
Mr. Buchanan's office.
Hello. I'm...
(RINGING)
Hello? Hello? Sir?
EDGAR: Please.
Please, don't hurt me.
RECEPTIONIST:
Hello? Sir, hello?
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
David, where have you been?
Edgar's going crazy!
He's trying to
blow up the plant.
This is Sue Knowlton
reporting live from
the Tres Lobos Power Plant,
where distraught workman,
Edgar Tucker,
continues to hold
the life blood of this city
in his hands.
Oh, there's
a police car arriving.
This might be
Tucker's friend,
David Benton.
I'm going to
try to find out.
Oh, no, no.
No time for that now, lady.
No, no, no. Come on.
Mr. Benton, why do
you think he...
David, this way.
...took over
the power plant?
He's in here.
Mr. Benton, Mr. Benton,
Mr. Benton,
can you tell us...
(ALARM CONTINUING)
The police have
just brought in
David Benton,
who is going to try
to talk Mr. Tucker
out of the master...
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
Wait a minute,
there's a friend of yours
out here.
David Benton.
Please, talk to him.
Say something to him.
Edgar, Edgar,
listen to me.
Edgar, at least look at me.
It's David!
I don't have
any friends named David.
(ALARM BLARING)
BUCHANAN:
Now he's shutting down
the vent-cooling system.
(ALARM CONTINUING)
We can get in
through this vent
and reach Edgar.
I could do it easy.
No, he'd never
listen to you.
It's got to be David.
I don't know that
he'll listen to me.
You're our only shot.
You don't understand.
I can't do it!
I'm a reporter.
You can't stop me
this time.
All the press
is in there.
We're still here,
reporting live from the
Tres Lobos Power Plant,
where one Edgar Tucker,
a worker at the plant,
has been holding
the power plant
for several hours.
We have lost some
of the power
in the city.
There have been
no new developments
for a while.
The last thing that happened
was a friend of Mr. Tucker's,
David Benton, was brought in
by the police to try to talk
him out of the power plant.
The SWAT team is here.
The police feel that
they do have
the situation under control,
and as soon as
we have
a new development,
we will, of course,
let you know what that is.
We are not quite sure
what is going on inside.
Look, David,
I'm telling you,
we can't get any back-up juice
down from up-state
for another 12 hours.
If there's a blackout,
there'll be looting, riots,
loss of power
in the hospitals.
It'll be total
city-wide panic!
You don't know
what you're asking.
Sir, this is a waste of time.
We've got to get in there.
Go ahead.
Let's go!
(RINGING)
Please. Please,
don't hurt me.
Wait!
All right, I'll try.
(ALARM WAILING)
Remember, if you can get
to the emergency master,
you can vent the turbines
and close her down.
It's CX-Eleven.
Look for
the blinking light.
You got to
get that light off.
What they said
about Edgar on TV,
that he has
a medical problem,
is that true?
Yeah, has
a heart condition.
That's why
they're retiring him.
GUARD: Here you go.
WALT: Go now.
Keep your head down.
Yeah, hold it! Hold it,
hold it. Listen.
What was the name
of that guy
who was just here?
Who are you?
(ALARM BLARING)
(GROANS)
WALT: He's in.
Who's this?
He's a reporter.
He was on the turbine.
Just forget that now.
Look, we're overloading!
Benton's going to
fry in that vent!
The temperatures
going off the gauge!
Benton will never make it!
(SCREAMS)
(ALARM BLARING)
(ROARS)
(ROARING WILDLY)
(EXCLAIMS)
BUCHANAN: What's that?
McGEE: That's my story.
(GRUNTS)
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar!
EDGAR: Please.
Please, don't hurt me.
(RINGING)
(GRUNTING)
(ROARING)
(ROARING)
I don't believe it!
He did it!
He did it!
He shut it down!
There's your story.
I know what's going
to happen to me.
What about the guys?
Well, Frank and Walt
didn't give
Buchanan any choice.
You see, he needs
the present work crew
if he's ever going to get
the plant on line again.
And the benefit package?
Oh. They got it all,
in writing,
just like you wanted.
Hey, hey, hey,
things are looking up!
Yeah, they are.
I wish you could
stick around.
At least for the trial.
Well, I don't think
there's going
to be any trial.
The company,
it appears,
will not be pressing
any charges. Bad PR.
I... 1 don't think
they're interested in
creating a martyr.
I'm going to
miss you, buddy.
You, too, my friend.
Well...
You be good
to yourself. Bye-bye.
WOMAN ON PA:
Dr. Ross, Dr. Ross?
Please call your office.
David, the nurse
told me you were here.
We just got these
back from the lab.
All indications
are normal.
And the
phenylethylamine's
almost gone.
Yeah.
Are you still bothered
by the tinnitus?
Free and clear.
And the dreams?
Well, they haven't
returned.
Well, I guess
I'm about to lose
a patient.
I'd like to write
an article
on your case.
Will you be
staying around?
Unfortunately not.
(SIGHS)
But thank you
for everything, Doctor.
Bye-bye.
Goodbye.
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(ROARS)
An apparent psychic
in New England,
he claimed to have had
no special abilities,
until after
he'd survived
60,000 volts.
We're all able
to project the future
in little ways.
Do something special
about your body chemistry.
MAN: He's gonna kill him.
You ought to think twice
before you throw away
human beings.
You might need one
to turn off the juice.
(ROARING)
He's in arrest.
Paddles. Clear.
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)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
That's the last
vending machine
sandwich
I'm going to buy
at this place.
Can't tell a tuna fish
from the ham and cheese.
(WALT LAUGHING)
I wouldn't worry about it.
Pretty soon you'll get
all the home cooking
you want.
Twenty-one days
and we're gone.
So, where does
the company get off hiring
a new guy at this time?
The sooner they automate
this plant,
the sooner management
gets us off the payroll.
All of us.
What're we gonna do
about that, Edgar?
Lawyer from the national
said the company
is within its rights.
What about our rights?
What am I gonna do
when the job runs out?
Look, the boss has promised
us a re-training program.
Now, that ought to help.
Besides,
I'm gonna watchdog
the severance pay.
I'm still shop steward.
Look, I'm doing the best
I can for you guys.
(MUMBLING)
No matter what I do,
it doesn't seem to stop us
getting laid off.
But what more
can I do?
Hey, I need
a couple of bodies
for an installation job.
I'll take it.
You gotta leave
the heavy stuff for
the younger guys, Edgar.
Hey, hey, come on.
Come on. As long as
I'm saddled with you,
I might as well
find out if you
can do a man's work.
What are you doing?
You looked like
you were having trouble.
Hell, go back in there
and earn your money.
I'm all right.
Don't you think
we ought to
get some help?
Look, if I need another guy,
I would've brought one.
Go on, do your job.
Go on, before
this dingus starts
to install itself.
(GROANS)
Edgar, do you need help?
(PANTING)
Edgar. Edgar,
can you hear me?
Hey, if that cable
hits this platform,
we're both gonna fry.
(CLANGING)
(GROANS)
(GROWLS)
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
(ROARS)
(ROARING)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING)
(ROARS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(ALARM BLARING)
GUARD: Where is it?
Disappeared.
Somebody call
the paramedic.
David.
Edgar, you okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Dr. Olson, emergency.
High voltage shock.
He's in arrest.
Paddles.
Clear.
Repeat. Clear.
I've got a heartbeat.
(BEEPING)
David, David.
Dr. Olson,
Dr. Olson!
He's coming to.
I'm Dr. Olson.
You've been in a coma
for two days.
There was an accident
at the plant.
The other man, how...
How is he?
Mr. Tucker's just fine.
He's been practically camped
out in our waiting room
to see how you were.
You can see him tomorrow.
(RINGING)
Are you in pain?
Tinnitus.
You have a ringing
in your ears?
Yes.
You've had a massive
electrical trauma.
We've taken tests
and we'll know more
tomorrow.
Now you've got to rest.
(RINGING)
EDGAR: I've got 23 years
with the company,
Mr. Buchanan.
EDGAR: Please! Please!
Please don't hurt me!
(EXHALES)
Good morning, David.
(SIGHS)
How's the tinnitus
this morning?
Why, it comes
and goes.
You surprised me yesterday.
The medical jargon.
Oh, well I...
I used to work
in a medical library.
You may wind up
in one again.
Your case is
one for the books.
One, you're alive.
And two, you show none of
the corollary symptoms
of severe
electrical trauma.
Then my heart
is functioning
normally?
And your resistance
is normal also.
Plus there's no evidence
of brain damage.
You must be made
of pretty stern stuff.
(CHUCKLES)
Pretty interesting stuff.
I've never seen
anything like it.
I'm out of danger?
Physically,
there's nothing much
to worry about.
But we always have to watch
for other complications
in cases like yours.
I'm sorry,
I don't follow.
We know from your EEG
that your brain
was abnormally active
during the coma.
We ran a spinal tap
the first day,
and it revealed
an in ordinate quantity
of phenylethylamine.
Now, this is
not harmful in itself,
but it's sometimes
an indication
of other problems.
Psychological problems.
Yes.
It's associated with
a tendency to
split personality syndrome.
Have you ever suspected
anything like that?
I'm not a psychiatrist,
I'm a neurologist.
But you might consider...
May I leave
the hospital today?
I'd rather
you stay a few days.
You shouldn't be
on your own.
Why not?
The plain truth is
we really know very little
about the psychological
side effects of deep shock.
You shouldn't be
unduly concerned,
but there is a possibility
of emotional reaction.
You might find yourself
suddenly crying for no reason.
And a few cases
have even reported
hallucinations.
Is there someone
you could stay with?
Sure there is.
He'll stay with me.
How's it going?
I'll keep an eye
on him, Doc.
Okay.
That makes me feel
a little better
about releasing him.
I'll get
the paper work started.
Thank you.
Hey,
you're looking good.
Well, thank you.
How are you feeling?
You can't keep
a good man down.
Hey, listen.
I'm not used
to apologizing...
Oh, come on, please...
No, no, I...
I've got to say this.
You know, I was
out of line the other day.
I used you to make
a point to the other guys.
Now, that ain't right.
Okay.
But you don't have
to take me in.
Well, you stuck by me,
even though
you could have split.
And I owe you.
Let's just say
that we were both lucky.
And anyway,
I have my own place.
(RINGING)
What's up?
Hey, Doc!
David,
the tinnitus again?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Doc, tell him
he's got to
stay with me.
David, I can't stress
too strongly
the importance of
your not being alone
at this time.
Now, either that
or you stay here.
Come on, buddy.
What do you say?
Okay. Thank you.
(PHONE RINGING)
WOMAN: National Register.
Good afternoon.
GUARD: I'd like to speak
to Jack McGee, please.
(SIGHS)
(RINGING)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
Oh, hi, Dave.
Hi.
Where's Edgar?
Well, he had
to go shopping.
But he should be back
in a few minutes.
Yeah, they tell me
you took
quite a jolt.
Yeah.
It's a real shame.
He never really
did get over it.
It's his wife and his son.
Boy was in the Marines.
Gone all the way through Nam,
two tours of duty
without a single scratch.
First week he's home,
he's driving his mom over to
see his aunt in Pitt County.
Mmm-hmm.
They got hit head on
by a drunk.
It just doesn't
make any sense,
does it?
No, it doesn't.
Hi, guys.
You wanna guess
how much
these groceries cost?
$117.
At least that's what
the computer
at the store said.
(EDGAR GASPS)
Whatever happened to
the checker checking
one item at a time, huh?
You like steak?
Yes, I do.
What's going on?
I've been talking
to some of
the guys, Edgar.
We all agree
that maybe it's time
for a little strike.
That would get a rise
out of management.
No way.
The national won't
support a strike,
and the company'd
be free
to hire anybody.
We'd be cutting
our own throats.
Are you kidding me?
With the damage you two did
on that scissors platform,
we got them
over a barrel.
It's gonna take them
months, Edgar,
to train a new crew
to do that kind of work.
They got to use us!
After which
they'd let you go,
just like before,
except without
the benefit package.
Well, hell, we gotta
do something!
What are you willing
to try?
Anything that'll work.
Yeah, right.
(DOOR CLOSING)
He doesn't understand.
Doesn't do any good
to take on the company
unless we got clout.
We ran out of that
when we became obsolete.
Now, the next thing
they're gonna wanna do is
make families obsolete.
Wife and kids.
Eating and sleeping.
(RINGING)
Your world of machines.
(RINGING STOPS)
You look a bit woozy.
You wanna lie down while
I get some dinner ready?
(RINGING)
You know,
I promised the doctor
I'd take care of you.
(RINGING STOPS)
You all right, David?
(RINGING)
EDGAR: Please!
Don't hurt me, please!
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar!
(RINGING STOPS)
What's Edgar calling
the boss for?
I don't know, but
from the sound of it,
I don't like it.
I don't see why
you can't tell me over
the phone, Mr. Buchanan.
Now just a minute!
All right,
five minutes.
I'll be there.
(RINGING)
RECEPTIONIST:
May I help you, sir?
EDGAR: Please!
Don't hurt me, please!
(RINGING INTENSIFIES)
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar!
EDGAR: I've got 23 years
with the company,
Mr. Buchanan.
May I help you, sir?
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
May I help you, sir?
EDGAR: I've got
23 years with the company,
Mr. Buchanan.
Look, Tucker,
you're not
a well man.
There would have been
no accident
on that platform
if you'd been
honest with us.
Look, Tucker,
as in light of
your long service,
I've made arrangements
for an early
retirement waiver.
You'll get
your full pension,
but as of Friday,
you're off the payroll.
You ought to think twice
before you throw away
human beings, Buchanan.
You might need one of them,
to turn off the juice
when things go wrong.
(RINGING)
EDGAR: Please! Please
don't hurt me!
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar!
And I did see
that creature of yours.
Well, so what's your problem?
You don't want
$10,000 anymore?
Well, sure I do.
But I can't let you
in the plant.
Now, ever since
we've had
the union trouble,
they don't want
any reporters down here.
They think it might be
too dangerous.
You know what?
What bothers me
is why Buchanan lied
about
the retraining program.
There ain't gonna be any.
Yeah. It will be up to me
to tell the guys.
(RINGING)
I'm having them over
tonight, but even
with beer and pizza,
it ain't gonna
go down easy.
I don't know why.
Because they want
to throw them out,
like a bunch
of empty beer cans.
(SCOFFS) Obsolete!
(GROANING)
It just ain't right.
Just ain't right.
(GROANING)
Edgar? Edgar,
hang on.
Look, can you remember
the name of the two guys
that were on that
scissors platform,
when you saw the Hulk?
Now, could you
tell me their names?
Yeah, one of them
was Tucker.
Edgar Tucker.
He's the shop steward.
The other guy
I don't know. He's...
He's new here.
And you don't know
his name?
Well, you can get his name
at the personnel office.
It's on file.
They won't even let me
in the personnel office.
The union problems.
Listen, could you at least
tell me the name
of the hospital
they took these guys to
after the accident?
Saint Francis.
Saint Francis?
Or it could have been
Queen of Mercy.
Uh-huh.
Or...
Yeah okay.
Yeah, yeah, thanks.
Thanks a lot.
I'll be in touch.
Sorry.
Easy.
(PANTING)
You all right now?
Yeah, sure, sure.
It looks worse
than it is.
Yeah, I'd have been okay
in a minute.
Something went down
the wrong pipe.
I've seen
labile angina before.
Are you sure you should
still be working
at a job like this?
(SIGHS)
It doesn't matter now.
Buchanan found out
about my heart.
He's putting me
on medical retirement
at the end of the week.
Well, he probably
saved your life.
Yeah?
He saved his own neck.
He doesn't want me around
when the guy
starts getting laid off.
He doesn't want me
talking to the press.
I'll tell you
one thing, man.
When this all
starts coming down,
Edgar Tucker's
gonna be around.
And Buchanan and everyone else
is gonna damn well know it!
(PANTING)
Thank you, Doctor.
Dr. Nolan informs me
that Mr. Tucker's gonna
be just fine,
if he slows down.
What can I do
for you, David?
Well, some answers,
I hope.
I was over at
the medical library,
but I could find very little
on electro-trauma.
Now, do you know of any
existing documentation
connecting deep shock
with precognition?
There's very little
documentation, period.
I do know
of one case.
An apparent psychic
in New England
who worked with the police.
He claimed to have had
no special abilities
until after
he'd survived
60,000 volts.
Well, then the same thing
could have happened to me.
If it has,
there's nothing supernatural
about it.
We're all able to project
the future in little ways
we can't explain.
It's common to be thinking
of someone and have the
phone ring a minute later.
I'm afraid
that my projections
are just
a little more detailed
than that.
Well, perhaps
there's something special
about your body chemistry.
Something that reacted
to the deep shock you took.
If we could run
a few more tests...
Well, no, now wait.
You know, it could be
the phenylethylamine.
If that's the case,
then the condition
could be temporary.
Yeah, I hope so.
That psychic
in New England,
he still work
with the police?
He committed suicide
two years ago.
Bye-bye
and thank you.
You're welcome,
David.
I can't believe this.
For months, all we get out
of you is talk about
the retraining program
and the benefit package,
and now you're telling us
it's all bull?
What'd you go to
the hospital for today?
Nothing.
Probably to get
his head examined.
Well, look,
what I want to know
is what other brilliant moves
you got planned next.
There's nothing else
I can do.
We've got no clout.
No, we don't.
But I'll bet you do.
Hey, what're you
talking about, Frank?
Spell it out.
Mr. Shop Steward here
ain't gonna
get himself laid off.
No, I got it from
a secretary I know.
He's gonna get
himself retired.
Full pension,
everything.
Is that true?
Yeah, well,
there's a reason.
The reason is
he made a deal
with Mr. Buchanan.
That's a lie!
You sold us out,
plain and simple.
(MEN SHOUTING)
(PANTING)
I think it's time
for you guys to go,
all right?
I ain't finished yet!
Yeah, yeah, we're finished.
Come on, Frank, let's go.
(COUGHS)
Just stay calm, okay?
Yeah,
Frank was right.
I did sell them out.
You didn't make a deal.
And you didn't
sell them out.
Now, they're your friends,
so tell them
tomorrow, huh?
Tell them the truth.
Right now,
there's only one thing
that you should do,
and that's
get some sleep.
(SIGHS)
Well, you go ahead.
I got some
thinking to do.
Good night, Edgar.
(RINGING)
EDGAR: Please.
Please, don't hurt me.
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar.
(GASPS)
(SIGHS)
(MACHINES WHIRRING)
Hello, Edgar.
We're supposed to
work in
the back grid today.
He's headed
for the main
generating building.
Where's the super?
SUPERVISOR: Hello, Edgar.
Hi.
Buchanan
wants to see you.
I'd better call.
His office.
He said pronto.
I'll cover.
Okay.
(ALARM BLARING)
Tucker, what're
you doing?
This is crazy.
Hey, you're gonna be
in a lot of trouble!
Edgar, get out of there.
What's happening?
I don't know.
Edgar closed
the emergency door.
Is there another way
in there?
With that
security system
turned on,
an army couldn't
get in there
unless he let them.
It'd take an atomic bomb
to get through that glass.
Edgar, what are
you doing, buddy?
You guys wanted me
to do something?
All right,
I've done it.
I control the plant now.
Edgar, this is not
the way to do it.
Now, come on
out of there.
No way.
I finally got us
some clout!
Get Buchanan!
Tell him to get
himself down here.
I'm in charge now!
Get the boss.
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Police are scouting
the vicinity of Tres Lobos
for one David Benton,
a close friend
of Edgar Tucker's,
in the hope that
he might convince Tucker
to surrender.
Anyone knowing
the whereabouts
of David Benton
should contact the police
immediately.
All you've gotta do
is get on TV
and promise no layoffs.
You know I can't do that.
I don't have the authority.
Then get it.
Edgar...
Look through the glass,
Buchanan.
Look real close.
Right now I'm going to
start shutting down
the breakers.
You can kiss
your super-automated
whiz bang goodbye!
You know, you won't stand
much of a chance
in there, when it goes.
That doesn't
particularly
bother me none.
Yes, hello,
I'd like to speak with
Mr. Buchanan, please.
RECEPTIONIST:
Mr. Buchanan's office.
Hello. I'm...
(RINGING)
Hello? Hello? Sir?
EDGAR: Please.
Please, don't hurt me.
RECEPTIONIST:
Hello? Sir, hello?
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
David, where have you been?
Edgar's going crazy!
He's trying to
blow up the plant.
This is Sue Knowlton
reporting live from
the Tres Lobos Power Plant,
where distraught workman,
Edgar Tucker,
continues to hold
the life blood of this city
in his hands.
Oh, there's
a police car arriving.
This might be
Tucker's friend,
David Benton.
I'm going to
try to find out.
Oh, no, no.
No time for that now, lady.
No, no, no. Come on.
Mr. Benton, why do
you think he...
David, this way.
...took over
the power plant?
He's in here.
Mr. Benton, Mr. Benton,
Mr. Benton,
can you tell us...
(ALARM CONTINUING)
The police have
just brought in
David Benton,
who is going to try
to talk Mr. Tucker
out of the master...
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
Wait a minute,
there's a friend of yours
out here.
David Benton.
Please, talk to him.
Say something to him.
Edgar, Edgar,
listen to me.
Edgar, at least look at me.
It's David!
I don't have
any friends named David.
(ALARM BLARING)
BUCHANAN:
Now he's shutting down
the vent-cooling system.
(ALARM CONTINUING)
We can get in
through this vent
and reach Edgar.
I could do it easy.
No, he'd never
listen to you.
It's got to be David.
I don't know that
he'll listen to me.
You're our only shot.
You don't understand.
I can't do it!
I'm a reporter.
You can't stop me
this time.
All the press
is in there.
We're still here,
reporting live from the
Tres Lobos Power Plant,
where one Edgar Tucker,
a worker at the plant,
has been holding
the power plant
for several hours.
We have lost some
of the power
in the city.
There have been
no new developments
for a while.
The last thing that happened
was a friend of Mr. Tucker's,
David Benton, was brought in
by the police to try to talk
him out of the power plant.
The SWAT team is here.
The police feel that
they do have
the situation under control,
and as soon as
we have
a new development,
we will, of course,
let you know what that is.
We are not quite sure
what is going on inside.
Look, David,
I'm telling you,
we can't get any back-up juice
down from up-state
for another 12 hours.
If there's a blackout,
there'll be looting, riots,
loss of power
in the hospitals.
It'll be total
city-wide panic!
You don't know
what you're asking.
Sir, this is a waste of time.
We've got to get in there.
Go ahead.
Let's go!
(RINGING)
Please. Please,
don't hurt me.
Wait!
All right, I'll try.
(ALARM WAILING)
Remember, if you can get
to the emergency master,
you can vent the turbines
and close her down.
It's CX-Eleven.
Look for
the blinking light.
You got to
get that light off.
What they said
about Edgar on TV,
that he has
a medical problem,
is that true?
Yeah, has
a heart condition.
That's why
they're retiring him.
GUARD: Here you go.
WALT: Go now.
Keep your head down.
Yeah, hold it! Hold it,
hold it. Listen.
What was the name
of that guy
who was just here?
Who are you?
(ALARM BLARING)
(GROANS)
WALT: He's in.
Who's this?
He's a reporter.
He was on the turbine.
Just forget that now.
Look, we're overloading!
Benton's going to
fry in that vent!
The temperatures
going off the gauge!
Benton will never make it!
(SCREAMS)
(ALARM BLARING)
(ROARS)
(ROARING WILDLY)
(EXCLAIMS)
BUCHANAN: What's that?
McGEE: That's my story.
(GRUNTS)
MAN: My God,
that thing's
gonna kill Edgar!
EDGAR: Please.
Please, don't hurt me.
(RINGING)
(GRUNTING)
(ROARING)
(ROARING)
I don't believe it!
He did it!
He did it!
He shut it down!
There's your story.
I know what's going
to happen to me.
What about the guys?
Well, Frank and Walt
didn't give
Buchanan any choice.
You see, he needs
the present work crew
if he's ever going to get
the plant on line again.
And the benefit package?
Oh. They got it all,
in writing,
just like you wanted.
Hey, hey, hey,
things are looking up!
Yeah, they are.
I wish you could
stick around.
At least for the trial.
Well, I don't think
there's going
to be any trial.
The company,
it appears,
will not be pressing
any charges. Bad PR.
I... 1 don't think
they're interested in
creating a martyr.
I'm going to
miss you, buddy.
You, too, my friend.
Well...
You be good
to yourself. Bye-bye.
WOMAN ON PA:
Dr. Ross, Dr. Ross?
Please call your office.
David, the nurse
told me you were here.
We just got these
back from the lab.
All indications
are normal.
And the
phenylethylamine's
almost gone.
Yeah.
Are you still bothered
by the tinnitus?
Free and clear.
And the dreams?
Well, they haven't
returned.
Well, I guess
I'm about to lose
a patient.
I'd like to write
an article
on your case.
Will you be
staying around?
Unfortunately not.
(SIGHS)
But thank you
for everything, Doctor.
Bye-bye.
Goodbye.