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TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. DAILY BUGLE - MAIN FLOOR - MORNING
The room is bustling with reporters shouting to each other or
into their phones about the latest stories. In the corner in
his own little world sits ROBBIE ROBERTSON, who shuffles
through some folders with news articles in them.
Everything seems to be going fine until:
JAMESON (O.S.)
No!!!
It suddenly becomes eerily silent.
J. JONAH JAMESON storms out of his office.
JAMESON
We are a newspaper! I want hard
hitting, nail-biting, world-ending
news! No more of this tabloid crap!
Without even blinking he turns and storms back into his
office with BETTY BRANT, who's carrying a small brown box.
The office soon resumes business. Robbie gets up from his
desk, taking a folder with him. He walks toward the office.
He stops inches from the door when Betty walks out, still
with the brown box. She quickly shuts the door behind her.
BETTY
You might not wanna go in there.
ROBBIE
Thanks for the heads up. What's in
the box?
BETTY
I don't know, came in the mail.
(shrugs)
Maybe it's a bomb meant for Jonah?
Robbie grins as Betty tosses the box into the trash.
He notices the label - marked "Spidey" - and picks it up as
Betty makes her way back to her desk. He turns his head left
and right to make sure no one is watching, then quickly
stuffs the box under his jacket.
ROBBIE
Hey, Betty, I gotta go out real
quick! Be back in like thirty!
Betty, on the phone, nods and gives him the thumbs up. He
looks around, trying to hide the box as best he can, then
rushes out from the room.
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM - MORNING
PAN ACROSS Peter's room. It looks like it has always looked,
except for one minor difference. His desk and bed are overrun
with notes and sketches of his web shooters.
PETER sits at the desk, making a few adjustments to the
shooters. He tightens one last screw, then stands up.
Putting on one of the shooters, Peter looks at his closet
door with determination in his eyes.
PETER
Ok, don't fail me now.
Peter presses the trigger...
Nothing happens.
He sighs. After a moment, a piece of webbings squirts out.
PETER
Now you work.
MAY (O.S.)
Peter! Are you getting ready for
school?
PETER
Almost ready!
We hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.
Peter moves quickly, covering the shooters with several
sheets of paper scattered across the desk.
MAY pokes her head in.
MAY
What are you doing in here?
PETER
Uh... just some last minute
homework.
MAY
That doesn't sound good.
PETER
Don't worry, I was just checking a
few things. I'll be down in a sec.
MAY
Well hurry up. You're going to be
late.
She closes the door. Peter searches through the pile of
papers, but frowns when he finds what he's looking for.
His homework is covered in web fluid.
PETER
(sighs)
Perfect.
He rips them apart and throws them in his backpack. He throws
the web shooters into a drawer and slams it shut, then rushes
to the door and out of his room as we:
FADE TO:
EXT. MIDTOWN HIGH - DAY
The early-morning gathering of students is in full swing.
Peter approaches the school and is about to enter when:
ROBBIE (O.S.)
Hey, Peter! Wait up!
Robbie rushes over to Peter with the box tucked under his
jacket. Peter looks at him - and the box - confused.
PETER
What is that?
ROBBIE
I have to show you something.
Robbie motions Peter to follow.
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - COACH'S OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
Robbie and Peter enter the coach's office, which is like
most. There's a desk, a few trophies and photos of the
various sports teams in the school.
ROBBIE
Someone sent this in to the Bugle.
Robbie hands the box to Peter, who reads the tag.
PETER
Spidey?
ROBBIE
I asked myself who would send a box
marked "Spidey" to the Bugle. I
came up with a few theories, one
involving S&M and my boss.
Peter cocks an eyebrow.
ROBBIE
Don't ask.
(then)
Anyway, I realized it could be
dangerous, so I checked and well...
you're not gonna' believe this.
Peter is fixated on the box, which has already been opened.
He looks up at Robbie, who is grinning from ear to ear.
Peter opens the box and reaches in, pulling out:
A RED AND BLUE COSTUME.
The torso has black outlining around it resembling a spider's
web. There is a large spider emblem on the front and another,
slightly different logo on the back.
Peter examines it for a second, not quite sure what to think.
Robbie notices a small card as it falls out of the box.
Picking it up he begins to read...
ROBBIE (CONT'D)
"Hope it fits okay. Your friend,
Stanley."
Peter realizes and shakes his head.
PETER
Crazy old man.
ROBBIE
Pete, that thing is atrocious.
PETER
I think it's kinda snazzy.
Robbie looks at him skeptically.
PETER
Well, if I'm going to be a super
hero...
ROBBIE
A super hero? Pete, you can't be
serious.
Peter continues to size-up the costume.
ROBBIE
You wear that thing, people will
think you're a Mexican wrestler.
The class bell rings.
PETER
Gotta go, class in five. Hold this
for me, will you?
Peter tosses the costume back at Robbie and quickly exits.
Off Robbie's uncertain expression:
FADE OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - HALLWAY - MORNING
The halls are packed wall to wall with students, with the
majority of them are socializing by their lockers.
GWEN and EDDIE make their way down the hall, weaving in
between students, and already in a heated debate.
GWEN
Just face facts, it's been like
this since the beginning of time!
EDDIE
Nope.
GWEN
Don't get mad because I'm right.
EDDIE
I'm not mad, and you're not right.
GWEN
Typical male.
EDDIE
Right! Turn this to a sex thing.
GWEN
Okay, fine, we'll just stick with
the original argument. Me being
right and you being wrong.
Eddie shakes his head with a grin. On the opposite side of
the hallway, Peter turns the corner and walks over.
EDDIE
(girly voice)
Hey, tiger!
PETER
It never ends.
Eddie slaps Peter on the back, then crosses his arms.
EDDIE
Help me out, Pete.
GWEN
Here we go...
EDDIE
Men can be emotional too, right?
PETER
What?
EDDIE
You know, like, there's more going
on with us than just sex, right?
GWEN
Be honest.
Peter looks at Eddie, then at Gwen, both of them expecting an
answer. Peter quickly looks at his watch.
PETER
Look at the time...
Peter quickly walks away. Eddie sighs.
EDDIE
Why did you do that? I had him!
GWEN
Whatever.
EDDIE
In the palm of my hand!
Gwen rolls her eyes as they continue walking.
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - HALLWAY (OTHER)
Peter opens his locker and grabs a few books.
VOICE (O.S.)
Hey, tiger.
PETER
Won't give it up will you?
He turns around but the comment didn't come from Eddie.
PETER
(realizing)
MJ...
MARY JANE looks at Peter quizzically.
MARY JANE
Bad timing?
Peter closes his locker and gives her an apologetic smile.
PETER
Sorry, I'm just not having a very
good day so far.
MARY JANE
Maybe this will help cheer you up.
Mary Jane reaches inside her backpack and pulls out a rolled
up piece of sketch paper. She hands it to him.
MARY JANE
I just thought you might like it.
Peter unrolls the paper.
It's A PORTRAIT OF UNCLE BEN.
Peter's at a loss for words. He doesn't even blink.
MARY JANE
I asked your aunt for a picture. I
wanted it to be a surprise. Do you
like it?
Peter doesn't answer. He's in a whole other world now.
MARY JANE
Peter...?
PETER
(shaking it off)
Sorry. This is just - wow. I mean,
really... it's...
MARY JANE
(finishing.)
You're welcome...
(looks around, whispers)
Tiger.
Mary Jane heads off to class.
Peter watches her leave with a smile.
INT. CHURCH
The interior of the church is what we'd expect. Wooden pews
on either side, a stage for a podium and clergy. Roses and
candles are scattered throughout.
Standing beside the stage is May, along with FATHER AUSTIN,
whom she hands over a large box too.
MAY
This should be everything.
FATHER AUSTIN
I really appreciate your donation,
but I have to say, I'm a little
surprised that you'd give away your
husband's belongings so soon.
MAY
Only his possessions. I know Ben
would rather them go to a good
cause than sit around the house
collecting dust.
FATHER AUSTIN
Very well.
(beat)
How are you holding up?
MAY
As well as can be expected, I
suppose.
FATHER AUSTIN
And Peter?
MAY
He's actually handling it pretty
well. I was worried how he might
react, but so far...
FATHER AUSTIN
Everyone grieves in their own way.
MAY
I just hope he knows that, even
though we may not always
understand, everything happens for
a reason.
FATHER AUSTIN
If that's the way you see it.
May looks up at Father Austin. He smiles at her and directs
her forward, toward the altar.
MAY
What do you mean? The Lord has his
plan.
Father Austin nods.
FATHER AUSTIN
He has his plan, but he has not
written our lives for us.
(beat)
Peter may see things differently.
Where you see reason, he may see a
test. As we walk with God, we grow,
and while the path may be...
difficult, the destination stays
the same.
(beat, smiles)
At least that's one way of looking
at it.
They reach the altar. Father Austin looks up at the crucifix.
May follows his gaze.
MAY
I just want him to be happy.
Father Austin places a comforting hand on her shoulder.
FATHER AUSTIN
I know you do. He'll be fine, May.
Something tells me he'll have
plenty of support.
May nods as we:
FADE TO:
INT. OSCORP - RESEARCH LAB
The lab has long since been restored. The equipment has been
replaced, and several new devices have been added. A lone
figure sits at the main computer interface.
DOCTOR CURT CONNERS appears lost in his work as NORMAN OSBORN
approaches him from behind.
CONNERS
You're up awfully early.
NORMAN
I don't have the luxury of sleep
these days, Doctor.
Conners turns and faces him.
CONNERS
What can I do for you?
NORMAN
The Gargan Report.
CONNERS
I sent it up three days ago.
NORMAN
Yes, of course. I have a few
questions, though.
CONNERS
Such as?
NORMAN
You said there were traces of an
unknown toxin in his bloodstream.
CONNERS
Yes. I assume they would have
killed him eventually had he not
been shot.
NORMAN
Is it possible the toxins could
have acted as a catalyst for the
serum?
Conners stops and ponders this for a moment.
CONNERS
I wouldn't have considered that.
Norman hands him a manila folder.
NORMAN
Major Trest says you're on a need
to-know basis. Well, I think you
need to see this.
Conners begins reading over the report.
CONNERS
What is this?
NORMAN
Gargan's notes. His theories. He
had a plan to utilize mild poisons
to introduce the serum into the
blood stream.
CONNERS
Insect venom?
NORMAN
Yes. I believe he considered other
methods, but went with the least
toxic option.
CONNERS
(realizing)
The toxins...
NORMAN
Exactly.
Conners closes the folder and looks back at Norman.
CONNERS
I'll need another blood sample to
be certain of anything.
NORMAN
That could be difficult. Trest only
supplied me with the one.
CONNERS
Then I suggest you make a call. If
I can determine exactly what he
used, I may be able to reproduce
the effect.
NORMAN
What about the side effects?
CONNERS
It wouldn't be the first time I've
run into complications. In time,
I'm confident we can find a way
around it.
NORMAN
I'll do what I can. In the
meantime, you'll have to make do
with what we have.
Conners nods.
CONNERS
I'll let you know if I find
anything.
Norman exits, leaving Conners alone. He picks up the folder
and looks at it curiously.
INT. DAILY BUGLE - MAIN FLOOR
Robbie sits at his desk. Behind him, the piles of boxes and
papers appear to be a little more organized.
He looks up as Betty approaches, another folder in her hand.
ROBBIE
Another one?
She doesn't respond. Instead she lays the folder down in
front of him. Robbie appears confused.
BETTY
I thought you'd want to see this.
Robbie picks up the folder and begins reading. He slowly
becomes more and more interested.
ROBBIE
Oh man...
Robbie continues reading, flipping through the pages.
ROBBIE
Are you sure this is right?
BETTY
You'd know better than I would.
Check the source.
Robbie does so and is visibly upset.
ROBBIE
I have to go.
He looks up at Betty who nods in agreement. Robbie grabs his
keys, then stands to leave, the folder in his hands.
BETTY
Don't let this get back to Jonah.
ROBBIE
Don't worry, our little secret.
He quickly exits.
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - CLASSROOM
We join a class already in-progress. The TEACHER has her back
to the class, writing on the board. Everyone takes notes,
except Eddie and Peter, who sit in the back chatting quietly.
EDDIE
She actually drew this for you?
PETER
Yeah, she said she wanted to
surprise me.
EDDIE
Maybe more than that...
PETER
What do you mean?
EDDIE
Dude, wake up and smell the pastel!
TEACHER (O.S.)
Mr. Brock and Mr. Parker!
Both look up to see the Teacher looking down at them.
EDDIE
I'm sorry, were we talking too
loud?
TEACHER
How about writing your notes?
She goes back to writing notes on the board. Eddie waits
until the coast is clear before resuming the conversation.
EDDIE
So what are you going to do?
PETER
What am I going to do?
Eddie shakes his head.
EDDIE
You are one clueless boy.
PETER
Wait, what are you talking about?
Eddie shrugs as he looks up and writes a few notes.
PETER
Seriously, what does that mean?
Eddie looks at Peter with a wry smile.
EDDIE
I dunno, Pete. What does it mean?
Peter is confused as the bell rings signalling the end of
class. Everyone begins to grab their belongings and exit.
Except Peter, who remains seated and confused.
EDDIE
Dude, class is over.
Peter snaps out of it.
PETER
Right.
He stands and exits with Eddie into:
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
As the two exit the classroom and make their way down the
hall, they spot Robbie making his way toward them.
EDDIE
What's up, Robbie?
Robbie is quiet as he stops in front of them.
PETER
Practice starting already?
ROBBIE
I need to talk to you.
PETER
Okay...
ROBBIE
(looks around)
In private.
Eddie looks at Robbie and sees that he's dead serious.
EDDIE
See you, bro.
Eddie walks away, leaving them alone.
PETER
What's going on?
ROBBIE
We need to go outside.
Peter looks at him in confusion.
EXT. MIDTOWN HIGH - FRONT LOT - MOMENTS LATER
Peter and Robbie exit the school and make their way to a
bench. Robbie looks around, making sure they're alone.
ROBBIE
Sit down, Pete.
Peter sits reluctantly and looks up at Robbie, who sits down
beside him, taking a deep breath.
ROBBIE
We got some information today.
Police stuff.
PETER
Information?
ROBBIE
They know, Peter. They know who
killed your uncle.
Off Peter's reaction:
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
EXT. MIDTOWN HIGH - FRONT LOT - DAY
Continuous action from act one. Peter has gone from shocked
and surprised to angry and upset.
PETER
Who is it?
ROBBIE
Pete, I think you need to calm down
a little.
Peter looks Robbie in the eye.
PETER
Tell me who it is, Robbie! A name!
Robbie stands over Peter, who doesn't back down. Neither does
Robbie. He stares down at Peter, who finally relents.
PETER
Sorry.
Robbie puts his hand on Peter's shoulder.
ROBBIE
It's okay, I know you're angry.
PETER
I don't think there's a word for
what I am right now.
ROBBIE
If you knew... what would you do?
Peter doesn't respond. Robbie sighs and pulls the folder out
from his jacket. He hands it over to Peter, who takes it and
begins reading.
ROBBIE
The guy's a suspected drug dealer.
They found his prints at the crime
scene. They raided the guy's
apartment, but he was gone.
PETER
No picture?
ROBBIE
Didn't come with one. It's got his
name and address, but I doubt
that'll help any. He's not likely
to go home if he knows the cops are
after him. Oh, and there's some
information on a bar he's been
known to frequent.
Peter closes the folder and hands it back to Robbie.
PETER
Thanks.
Robbie puts it back in his jacket.
ROBBIE
You know I could lose my internship
for this.
PETER
I know.
ROBBIE
Just don't do anything you're going
to regret. Let the police handle
it, okay?
(no response)
Okay?
PETER
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Off Peter:
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