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TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. CITY STREET - NORMAN'S LIMO - AFTERNOON
A long black limousine. Standard length and appearance. We
see the license Plate reads OsCorp as it passes.
INT. NORMAN'S LIMO
A spacious interior, matching the vehicles outward
appearance. There is a TV monitor hanging from the ceiling.
NORMAN OSBORN sits at the back, staring out the window. His
briefcase is on the floor by his feet.
He appears exhausted.
His cell phone rings. Norman glances at the caller ID,
confused, then answers.
NORMAN
Osborn.
A familiar voice responds.
FISK
(filtered through phone)
Hello, Norman.
Norman doesn't immediately respond.
NORMAN
I thought I told you never to
contact me.
FISK
I trust the last delivery went
well.
NORMAN
It was received, but I'm sure you
knew that.
FISK
Of course. I'm calling because
something has come to my attention.
NORMAN
I don't have time for this...
FISK
Renaissance.
Norman's jaw clenches. This news clearly upsets him.
NORMAN
That's classified information.
Classified government information.
I'd like to know how you came
across it.
FISK
Don't concern yourself with my
methods, Norman. I know, and now
that I know the true nature of our
arrangement, I think it's time...
NORMAN
If this is going where I think it's
going, the answer is no.
FISK
So quick to judge. I only want
what's best for both of us.
NORMAN
And how exactly does any of this
benefit me? The last thing I need
is Renaissance showing up on street
corners being dealt like heroin.
FISK
You misunderstand. I don't want to
distribute it, I want to perfect
it. Think of the potential benefits
it could offer. In my line of work,
every advantage can be the
difference between life and death.
NORMAN
You mean between freedom and
prison.
FISK
Like I said... life and death.
NORMAN
I don't know how you found out
about this, but I promise you it'd
be in your best interest to forget
it. This isn't the NYPD you're
dealing with, it's the United
States Government. They don't take
things like this lightly.
FISK
And this isn't another investor
you're dealing with, Norman. I get
what I want. I'd hate for the
higher-ups to become aware of our
arrangement.
Norman's expression hardens.
NORMAN
You leak that information and it
comes back to both of us. You'd be
risking your neck to cut mine.
FISK
Risk is part of the game, Norman.
It's part of life.
NORMAN
Play your games with someone else,
I'm done.
Norman ends the call.
He lets out a heavy sigh and buries his head in his hands.
INT. FISK'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
The New York City skyline can be seen through the large
office windows. WILSON FISK slowly hangs up the phone.
FISK
Fair enough, Norman. But this is
far from done.
Off Fisk:
FADE OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
A COLD BOWL OF SOUP
Sitting on the edge of a night stand.
Our VIEW WIDENS TO REVEAL:
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
PETER, asleep in his bed, has the covers pulled over him. Sun
shines in through the windows. His alarm clock reads: 3:48.
A HAND reaches into view, and brushes his bangs from in front
of his eyes. The hand feels his forehead, and Peter begins to
stir. The hand pulls away, and Peter opens his eyes.
He looks up and is startled slightly to find MARY JANE
sitting on the side of his bed, smiling down at him.
MARY JANE
Afternoon, Pete.
PETER
(confused)
Afternoon?
He glances over at his alarm clock and realizes.
PETER
I've been out all day?
MARY JANE
Your Aunt said she tried to wake
you up this morning, but you had a
fever, so she let you sleep. I
think she's starting to worry.
PETER
I'll be fine. Just... tired is all.
Mary Jane stares down at Peter for a moment, before he
awkwardly breaks eye contact. He rubs his eyes tiredly.
PETER
So... what are you doing here?
Mary Jane gives him an odd look.
PETER
Sorry. That didn't come out right.
MARY JANE
(smiles)
It's okay. Your Aunt called and
asked if I'd bring your assignments
by after school.
She holds up a small stack of papers.
PETER
Oh. Thanks.
MARY JANE
You won't be saying that once you
get to Miss Saunders biology
homework. Gwen complained non-stop
about it during PE this afternoon.
Peter sits up in bed, still a little groggy.
PETER
Did you talk to Eddie today?
MARY JANE
Yeah, he was asking about you. He
seems like a good friend.
PETER
Don't know if I'd call him a
friend.
MARY JANE
Well he thinks he is. You should
call him, Peter. He's a good guy.
PETER
(grins)
Honestly, I don't know if I have a
choice with him. He's so...
Peter gestures with his hands. Mary Jane grins.
MARY JANE
Yeah, I've noticed. He's just what
you need! The wait and see approach
hasn't exactly worked for me.
Peter looks away nervously.
MARY JANE
Peter, it's okay. I know...
Peter turns back.
PETER
No, it's not okay. I...
Peter hesitates, looks up at Mary Jane.
PETER
I'm sorry.
Mary Jane smiles sadly.
MARY JANE
You know, I never stopped
considering you a friend.
PETER
I know, but I don't deserve that.
After the way I've acted, I don't
deserve your friendship.
MARY JANE
Well you have it. You always have.
I know you've been through a lot. I
just wanted to be there to help.
PETER
I know, I'm starting to realize
what a jerk I've been. How stupid
I've been acting. I don't know,
maybe it's Eddie rubbing off on me,
but I don't want to do this
anymore.
Mary Jane puts her hand on his shoulder.
MARY JANE
It doesn't have to be that way, you
know.
Peter looks at her as if he finally understands.
PETER
Thank you.
MARY JANE
(smiles)
Not a problem, Tiger.
Peter chuckles at the remark.
MARY JANE
What?
PETER
It's just... you haven't called me
that since we were twelve.
MARY JANE
You'll always be my tiger.
Mary Jane hugs him. Peter is hesitant at first, but returns
the embrace. They remain this way for a moment before:
MARY JANE
Friends?
PETER
(smiles)
Friends.
Mary Jane tightens her grip.
MARY JANE
I missed you, Peter.
PETER
I know.
After a moment, they separate.
ANGLE ON THE BEDROOM DOOR
MAY stands outside, peeking in through a small crack, an ear
to-ear grin on her face.
EXT. OSCORP - PARKING GARAGE
Norman's limo pulls up, and he steps out. OsCorp SECURITY is
waiting, and walk alongside him. His phone rings and he
ignores it. It rings again, and he takes it out.
NORMAN
Go ahead.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. GARGAN'S SUV - FRONT SEAT
MAC GARGAN drives, wheel in one hand, phone in the other.
GARGAN
Norman! Norman, you've got to see
this! I'm on my way right now!
EXT. OSCORP - PARKING GARAGE
Norman stops walking and appears confused.
NORMAN
Who is this?
INT. GARGAN'S SUV - FRONT SEAT
As before.
GARGAN
It works, Norman! It works and I
can prove it!
EXT. OSCORP - PARKING GARAGE
Norman glances at his phone, confused.
NORMAN
(not again)
Gargan?
(then)
We've been through this. You're
fired, that's it, it's done. You'd
be happy to know Doctor Stromm's in
the same boat as you. Maybe...
GARGAN
(filtered through phone)
No! You're not listening! You need
to listen! It WORKS! The venom...
NORMAN
Was a failure. We tried.
GARGAN
No, no, no! The formula was off,
but it works! I...
Norman flips his phone shut. He stuffs it into his pocket and
continues walking.
INT. GARGAN'S SUV - FRONT SEAT
Gargan stares at the phone in disbelief. He SLAMS it down
onto the dashboard, shattering it, and the dashboard itself.
He continues driving, staring straight ahead as we:
FADE TO:
INT. PARKER HOME - LIVING ROOM
May and BEN sit on the couch together, watching TV. We hear
footsteps from the stairs, and a moment later Peter appears.
He heads directly for the kitchen.
BEN
Feeling better, Pete?
Peter grabs a soda and downs it quickly. He tosses the now
empty can across the kitchen into the trash.
PETER
Yeah. I feel great, actually.
May winks at Ben.
MAY
So, what did you and Mary Jane talk
about?
Peter grabs another soda and heads back into the living room,
flopping down on the recliner.
PETER
Stuff.
BEN
Stuff stuff or important stuff?
PETER
(grins)
Just stuff.
May beams.
BEN
You seem awfully chipper. Looks
like that rest did you some good.
PETER
(shrugs)
Guess so.
Ben smiles and shakes his head.
BEN
Good. More energy for those dishes.
Peter hops up out of the recliner.
PETER
Yeah, I'll get 'em later. I was
going to call Eddie. See if he
wants to hang out.
Ben glances over toward May, who gives him a quiet nod.
BEN
Go ahead. The dishes can wait.
Peter smiles. He heads back upstairs, leaving the two alone.
BEN
Do I even want to know what they
were doing up there?
May laughs.
MAY
Relax, I have a feeling
everything's going to be just fine.
Off her smiling face:
INT. OSCORP - RESEARCH LAB
The doors are open, and we see a lone figure standing just
inside them. He wears a white lab coat, and sports short
black hair. His right arm is missing below the elbow.
CURT CONNERS stares ahead, unsure of what to think.
The lab has been completely dismantled.
Papers litter the floor, along with shattered glass, and
broken lab equipment. Several of the computers have been
removed, and various pieces of hardware appear to be missing.
SMYTHE (O.S.)
I apologize for this, Doctor.
ALISTAIR SMYTHE enters, stopping beside Conners.
CONNERS
What happened?
SMYTHE
A local gang decided it'd be fun to
trash a multi million-dollar
laboratory. It's not a problem,
though. We'll have it good as new
within the hour.
CONNERS
Seems awfully high-class for random
thugs.
SMYTHE
Yes, well our security was
unusually lapse it appears. I
assure you that situation has been
dealt with.
CONNERS
I should hope so. This is delicate
research.
SMYTHE
No doubt. You have my word it'll
never happen again.
Conners turns toward Smythe and extends his hand.
CONNERS
Curt Conners.
Smythe shakes it.
SMYTHE
Alistair Smythe. Welcome to OsCorp,
Doctor.
CONNERS
I'd like to get a look at your
previous lead's notes. Major Trest
only briefed me on the basics.
SMYTHE
Of course. Once we get this mess
situated, you'll have whatever you
need to begin your work.
CONNERS
Very well. I've got some unpacking
to do upstairs. I trust everything
will be in order when I return?
SMYTHE
You have my word.
Conners doesn't respond. He turns and exits.
Smythe surveys the damage to the lab with a still face. He
pulls out his phone, punching a single digit.
SMYTHE
Mister Osborn, we have a problem.
Smythe continues to stare ahead at the trashed lab.
EXT. QUEENS STREET - DUSK
Not the nicest area of town, but not run-down either. Most of
the buildings are older and in various states of disrepair.
The cars that pass are older as well, with the occasional
newer model passing by.
Peter walks down the sidewalk, a small post-it note in his
hand. He glances at the numbers on each building he passes.
Several passing PEDESTRIANS give him odd looks.
He clearly doesn't fit in here.
He passes two THUGS in their early 20's, who are sitting
together on a stoop. They glare at him as he passes.
THUG #1
You lost, boy?
Peter stops and stares at them.
PETER
Me?
They laugh.
THUG #2
Yeah you. What you doin' out here
all alone? Little bitch like you?
Peter tries to ignore them and walk past, but one of the
Thugs stands and move directly into his path.
THUG #1
Where you goin'? We're just getting
started here.
Peter sighs.
PETER
I'm not looking for trouble. I'm
just here to visit a friend.
THUG #2
Oh yeah? Who the hell do you know
lives out here?
PETER
Honestly, that's none of your
business.
THUG #2
Well how about I make it my
business?
THUG #1
You don't come into our
neighborhood talkin' smack!
PETER
Nobody's talking anything. I was
just walking by!
THUG #1
I told you to watch your mouth
punk! Around here, we got ways of
shuttin' it for you!
He flashes a GUN stuffed into his belt. Peter glances down at
the gun, then nervously up at his face.
PETER
Just let me pass. What do you want,
my money? Here...
Peter takes out his wallet and throws it on the ground. The
second Thug picks it up and looks inside.
THUG #2
Twelve dollars? What the hell we
gonna do with twelve dollars?
PETER
It's all I got, seriously.
THUG #1
Oh you're serious? Well how's this
for serious?
The Thug reaches for his gun...
Suddenly, time begins to slow down for Peter:
A high-pitch hum can be heard, but apparently only noticeable
to Peter. He winces as his SENSE kicks in. He focuses on the
Thugs reaching for his gun and his eyes widen.
Peter quickly grabs his arm, snatching the gun away.
As time returns to normal, the two Thugs stare at Peter in
confusion, then fear as they see the gun in his hand.
Peter quickly realizes and tosses the gun away.
THUG #1
You shouldn't have done that, boy.
They LUNGE toward Peter, their fists raised...
Peter's sense kicks in again as he moves between the two...
They swing at air, and look back at Peter stunned.
THUG #2
What the hell?
The first takes a wild swing at Peter, who ducks out of the
way. He grabs his wrist and flips him over his head onto a
nearby trash can. The Thug groans in pain.
The second Thug looks at Peter, not sure what to make of him.
Peter is even more confused than he is.
The Thug looks down at his friend and quickly runs off down
the sidewalk. Peter is stunned, and glances down at his
hands. He notices the bite mark, and touches is softly.
EDDIE (O.S.)
Pete?
Peter turns to see EDDIE walking out from a nearby apartment
building. He looks down at the Thug on the ground.
EDDIE
What the hell's going on?
Peter looks at Eddie, but has no answers.
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
EXT. MIDTOWN HIGH - FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY
The sun shines brightly overhead. The BOYS PE CLASS is
gathered on one side of the field, with the GIRLS CLASS
gathered on the other side.
Peter is doing sit-ups near midfield, with Eddie holding his
feet. Eddie isn't paying attention, though.
His gaze is fixed on the girls class across the field.
PETER
Is that all you think about?
EDDIE
Come on dude. How can I not at this
distance?
Peter continues doing sit-ups without a response.
EDDIE
So you wanna try Dante's again?
Maybe without the Jackie Chan
action this time?
(beat, recalls)
What was that all about anyway? I
walk out and you're going all Bruce
Lee on his ass.
PETER
Honestly, I have no idea. It just
sorta happened. Adrenaline?
A soccer ball rolls into view, coming to a stop after it hits
Eddie's foot. GWEN runs up, chasing after it. She bends down
to pick it up, and finds herself face-to-face with Eddie.
They stare awkwardly at each other for a moment before:
ROBBIE (O.S.)
I guess things never change.
Gwen quickly breaks eye contact. Peter stops his sit-ups and
looks up to find ROBBIE ROBERTSON standing over him.
Robbie is in his early 20's. He wears a Midtown Football t
shirt, with a matching hat. He has the look of an athlete.
ROBBIE
I used to hate warm-ups.
PETER
Robbie? What are you doing here, I
thought you started your internship
today?
ROBBIE
On my way now. I had to pick up...
FLASH (O.S.)
ROBBIE!
Robbie looks up to find FLASH THOMPSON and KENNY MCFARLANE
running his way. He grins as they approach.
FLASH
Roulette Robinson! What's up man?
You here to get a preview of the
future state champs?
Robbie smiles at the remark.
ROBBIE
Nah, just picking up my
transcripts.
FLASH
Oh yeah? So what's up with you
these days, man? Still trying to
get that...
ROBBIE
Internship, yeah. I'm on my way to
the Bugle right now, actually.
FLASH
Nice. You coming to the game
Friday?
ROBBIE
You know it, man. I was gonna talk
to coach about watching it from the
sideline.
FLASH
Oh, no doubt. This team wouldn't be
what it is today if it weren't for
you. Well... and me.
KENNY
Flash's just jealous. They had a
poll in the paper last week and
everybody voted you the best D.B.
Midtown's ever seen. His ego's
still bruised.
FLASH
Watch it bench-warmer!
KENNY
I'm still gettin' drafted higher
than you!
FLASH
Like hell!
MANSFIELD (O.S.)
Robbie, you trying to take over my
team again?
COACH BARRY MANSFIELD approaches. Mansfield is in his 40's,
well-built, with short black hair. He and Robbie shake hands.
ROBBIE
No sir, just catching up.
MANSFIELD
You're coming to the game Friday,
right? I've got a spot on the
sideline for you.
ROBBIE
Definitely, coach. I'll be there.
Mansfield leans in closer to Robbie.
MANSFIELD
(getting serious)
How's the knee?
Robbie's expression changes; clearly this is a sore subject.
ROBBIE
Getting better. Had my last
physical therapy session in August.
MANSFIELD
Glad to hear it. You still got that
newspaper thing going on?
ROBBIE
Yeah, I'm headed to the Bugle right
now. Got some stuff published
online a couple months ago.
MANSFIELD
Oh yeah? Nice going. It's good to
see you keeping busy.
(then)
Listen, Robbie. I've been meaning
to get in touch with you about
something. Stop by my office later?
ROBBIE
I'm off tomorrow.
MANSFIELD
Great, see you then.
(to Flash and Kenny)
Alright - Fred, Ethel, lets go.
Mansfield walks away, Flash and Kenny in tow.
FLASH (O.S.)
You're Ethel, you know.
KENNY (O.S.)
B.S., dude. I have to be Fred!
(beat)
Coach... who are Fred and Ethel?
Robbie shakes his head and laughs as they walk off. He turns
his attention back to Peter, then to Gwen and Eddie.
ROBBIE
So, who are your friends?
PETER
Oh. Gwen and that's... well, that's
Eddie.
Eddie slaps hands with Robbie with a grin.
EDDIE
Roulette Robinson? You're like a
living legend!
ROBBIE
(laughs)
Roulette's a nickname - Robbie's
fine - and I wouldn't go that far.
EDDIE
Are you kidding me? Sixteen
interceptions in one season? That's
insane, dude! Sucks about the knee.
ROBBIE
(here we go again)
Yeah... I get that a lot.
Peter stands up, but as soon as he gets to his feet, his
SENSE kicks in. Time slows down once again.
Peter looks around in confusion, and winces at the sensation.
He turns around and see's a FOOTBALL spiraling directly
toward his head. His eyes widen.
As time returns to normal, Peter quickly spins around and
catches the ball with one hand. He stands there in a daze as
everyone stares at him in mild shock.
EDDIE
Whoa.
ROBBIE
Peter... man, you sure you don't
want to try out for the team? You'd
make one hell of a wide receiver
with hands like that.
Peter snaps out of it. He turns and throws the ball back
toward a group of JOCKS. The ball spirals back toward them,
and hits one of them square in the chest.
It knocks him to the ground, and the air out of his lungs.
ROBBIE
Or... you could try quarterback.
Peter looks around nervously as everyone stares at him.
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