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TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. DAILY BUGLE - MAIN FLOOR
Dozens of people are rushing about, screaming into phones,
trying to figure out what the hell's going on.
Among them is ROBBIE ROBERTSON.
Robbie balances a tray with three cups of coffee in his good
hand, and a couple photos in his mouth. A group of REPORTERS
grab the coffee as Robbie proceeds into:
INT. DAILY BUGLE - JONAH'S OFFICE
Behind his desk, J. JONAH JAMESON is on the phone. Robbie
enters and tosses the photos on his desk.
He's about to leave before:
JAMESON
Wait, you're not done.
(into the phone)
I don't care if he has a flat tire,
he can still walk can't he? Or does
he have a broken leg too?!
(listens)
Then tell him to get down there!
Jonah slams down the phone.
JAMESON
Whole God damned city's about to
riot, and we can't get a half
decent photographer to the scene.
Jonah grabs the photos and lays them out to inspect.
ROBBIE
You want me to go down there and
snap a few pictures?
JAMESON
You're not on the pay-roll,
Roderick, which means you're not on
the insurance, which means if you
go down there and get hurt I have
to pay for it out of my pocket.
Robbie looks at Jonah expectantly.
ROBBIE
Was there something you wanted?
JAMESON
(distracted)
Why would I want something?
Robbie begins to leave.
JAMESON
Where do you think you're going?
Robbie turns back.
JAMESON
Tell Betty to get Powell on the
phone. Get me a TV with some good
news, and for God's sake, get me
some better pictures!
Robbie quickly exits.
INT. DAILY BUGLE - MAIN FLOOR
Robbie stops and looks at the TV. On it, amateur footage of
the chopper firing the net at Spider-Man is being shown.
Robbie cringes.
ROBBIE
(low, to himself)
What did you get yourself into,
Pete?
FADE TO:
A SANDWICH
With a silver tray underneath and a Styrofoam cup nearby.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
PETER reaches up and takes the sandwich, looking suspicious.
Across from him, NICK FURY sits calmly.
FURY
If I wanted you dead I wouldn't
poison you. Too much of a mess.
Peter doesn't look convinced. He pushes the sandwich aside.
PETER
I'm not hungry.
FURY
Suit yourself.
PETER
What about my rights?
FURY
Rights?
PETER
Right to an attorney. Due process,
all that stuff.
Fury sits up and rests his elbows on the table.
FURY
You see, the problem is, the laws
don't apply to you. Not right now.
You're an unknown, and I am paid
very poorly to make sure that
unknowns become known very quickly.
PETER
So, I'm not under arrest?
FURY
It's a little more complicated than
that. You've broken several laws
over the past couple of months.
Damage to public and private
property, defacement of government
property, endangerment of innocent
civilians... shall I continue?
Peter looks away.
PETER
So... what now?
FURY
Now we try this again. What's your
story?
PETER
I'm not a big fan of twenty
questions. Can't we play Risk?
Fury leans up into Peter's face.
FURY
This is going to be as painless as
you want it to be. Trust me, kid, I
will get the information I want.
It's just a matter of how and how
long it takes.
Peter looks Fury straight in the eye, a grim expression on
his face. He hangs his head low.
PETER
(after a beat)
I'm not a mutant.
Fury reacts.
FURY
What did you say?
PETER
That's not how I got my abilities.
Fury glares at him, not quite believing.
FURY
Well then, do you want to tell me
what the hell makes you tick?
PETER
This stuff's all new to me. It
didn't exactly come with a manual.
FURY
If you're not a mutant, then...
PETER
Can't we talk about sports or the
weather like normal people? How
'bout them Jets?
(off Fury's look)
Okay, bad example.
(then)
How 'bout that cold front coming
through? Global warming my...
Fury slams his fist into the table.
FURY
I am not in the mood for games
right now, kid! I have a lot of
people who want to know who and
what you are. Now, I can hook you
up to all sorts of machines, drug
you, hell, I can even get a few
mind readers in here, but I'm
trying to give you a chance to
retain some dignity.
Now you will tell me what you are
and how you got your abilities, or
I will force the information out of
you! Either way I get what I want.
(beat)
You, on the other hand...
Peter lets out a slight cough.
PETER
First off, Orbit. Freshens while
cleaning.
Fury jumps to his feet.
PETER
Second off! It happened the first
week of school.
Fury calms himself, re-taking his seat.
FURY
Go on.
Off an uncertain Peter:
FADE OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
EXT. MANHATTAN - STREETS - NIGHT
HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE have gathered. There are two visible sides
being kept apart by police blockades. NEWS CREWS fill a gap
between the barricades, which is around fifty feet wide.
NEWS CHOPPERS buzz overhead as TRISH TILBY reports.
TRISH
In the past hour, over three
hundred people have shown up to
either protest or show their
support for the arrest of Spider
Man. We have heard unconfirmed
reports that the Mayor has asked
for a status report from government
officials, and was denied.
Trish continues as we MOVE THROUGH the crowd to GWEN and
EDDIE. Gwen seems nervous, but Eddie is eating it up.
GWEN
Do we have to keep going? It's
getting kinda crazy out here.
Eddie turns back and smiles. He points at the cops.
EDDIE
Look at all the cops, nothing's
going to happen. We'll be fine.
They continue on. All around them, the two sides of the crowd
continue to shout at one another. One side holds up signs in
support of Spider-Man, the other, signs of the anti-mutant
variety. Gwen stops, looking around nervously.
GWEN
Maybe we should go.
Eddie turns back to face her. He places a hand on each
shoulder, and smiles down at her.
EDDIE
You think I'm gonna let anything
happen to you?
Gwen smiles, looks away shyly.
EDDIE
We're fine. Come on, it's not far
from the front of the line.
FLASH (O.S.)
Look who it is!
FLASH THOMPSON and KENNY MCFARLANE push through the crowd
towards them. Flash stops, looking around at the crowd.
FLASH
Why the hell did I let you talk me
into this?
KENNY
It's like Woodstock, dude!
FLASH
Wood...? You need to get laid.
EDDIE
Flash?
FLASH
Unfortunately, yeah. Benchwarmer
here thought it'd be a good idea to
come down here and try to get on
the news. Nevermind the party we
were supposed to go to.
EDDIE
Dude, this is a party!
FLASH
I don't know about you, dude, but I
like my parties with hot chicks and
loads of alcohol.
Suddenly, the crowd LURCHES forward, taking the four with it.
Eddie nearly trips, but manages to keep his footing.
EDDIE
Maybe we should back up some.
GWEN
Ya' think?
They begin to move toward the back of the crowd.
Passing in front of them, two SUSPICIOUS FIGURES in hoodies
stop a few feet from the barrier. One looks to the other.
FIGURE 1
You ready to do this?
FIGURE 2
Ready as I'll ever be.
They turn and head deeper into the crowd.
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN
The back door opens, and MAJOR TREST steps in. He's out of
breath, and carries a pistol at his side. Already inside are
THREE AGENTS, who keep track of the situation on monitors.
The lead agent, BEASON, shuts the door behind Trest.
TREST
It's getting ugly out there.
BEASON
I don't get it.
TREST
Speak up.
BEASON
He's only been around for what,
three months? They hate and love
the guy. I don't get it.
TREST
He's a mutant, and I guess they
don't like that. The others... I
guess they see a hero.
BEASON
What about you?
TREST
I see Fury putting a boot in my ass
if I let this get out of hand.
Trest studies the various monitors carefully. Some display
raw footage, while other have sophisticated read-outs.
TREST
I want three containment teams
prepped and ready to move in ten.
Contact base, tell them to move
closer to land. Something tells me
we'll be needing backup before this
is all said and done.
BEASON
Shouldn't we confirm that with
Colonel Fury?
TREST
You wanna drag him out of his
interrogation?
(Beason pales)
That's what I thought.
Trest looks back up at the monitor displaying the raw
footage. The crowd is getting larger and more chaotic.
FADE TO:
INT. PARKER HOME - LIVING ROOM
MAY sits on the couch. The TV is on, but the volume is low.
She looks ahead, at nothing in particular. She seems nervous.
There's a faint knock on the front door. May stands, walks to
the door, and opens it. MARY JANE is on the other side.
MARY JANE
Any word?
May shakes her head.
MAY
Nothing.
MARY JANE
(frowns)
Where could he be?
Mary Jane steps inside.
MAY
He's been acting so strange lately.
Sneaking off like this... It's just
not like him. I'm really starting
to worry. With everything that's
going on there's no telling...
MARY JANE
You shouldn't worry. He's probably
at Robbie's, or...
MAY
He's not. I already checked.
Robbie's working. Have you talked
to Gwen or Eddie?
MARY JANE
She's not answering her phone for
some reason.
May buries her head in her hands as she sits on the couch.
MAY
I know I must seem overprotective
to you. I can't help it. I just...
(wipes away a tear)
I just don't know what I'd do if
something were to happen to him.
Mary Jane takes a seat next to her.
MARY JANE
I know you worry, it's your job to.
Nobody can blame you for that, but
I'm sure he's okay. We're probably
making way too big a deal out of
all this.
May smiles down at Mary Jane.
MAY
You're such a strong one.
MARY JANE
(grins)
I try.
May smiles sadly. They hug, and as we see her face, Mary Jane
doesn't look so convinced.
FADE TO:
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
Fury strikes a match, preparing to light another cigar.
PETER
I've been pretty cooperative. Could
you please not?
(off Fury's look)
Young lungs.
Fury stifles the cigar and places it back into a silver tube.
FURY
A field trip, you say? OsCorp?
PETER
Spider bite.
Fury mutters to himself.
FURY
Osborn.
PETER
What about him?
Fury catches himself.
FURY
We've had our eye on him for a
while.
PETER
Why?
Fury sighs and rubs his temples.
FURY
That's classified.
PETER
Surprise, surprise.
Fury flips through the folder.
FURY
Why are you doing this?
PETER
Hey, you're the ones who went all
out of your way to snatch me up.
FURY
I mean the ridiculous costume. The
swinging around. The publicity.
PETER
The publicity I could do without.
The rest? It's a long story. And
besides, what else am I going to
do? Join the circus?
FURY
What do you mean?
PETER
I mean people deserve to benefit
from this. I could use my abilities
to get rich, famous, whatever, but
that's just not...
(beat, Peter grins)
Responsible. It's not me.
Fury observes Peter curiously.
FURY
I used to think that way.
(re: eye patch)
That was before this. I realized
the world was a much uglier place
than I had always thought.
There is a moment of silence between the two.
PETER
Takes losing something important to
wake you up, huh?
Fury nods slightly.
EXT. MANHATTAN - STREETS
The situation has deteriorated very quickly. It appears to be
near riot conditions. The wooden barricades are beginning to
give way, and dozens of POLICE OFFICERS are there, trying to
keep the peace. Clearly though, it's just about impossible.
Gwen and Eddie run through the crowd, Eddie finally showing a
hint of fear. Gwen looks like she's near panic.
GWEN
Okay, seriously, this is starting
to get scary.
EDDIE
Hey, it's not so bad...
GWEN
Eddie!
Eddie stops, looking back at her.
EDDIE
Okay, so I screwed up. I'm sorry.
We just need to get outta here.
A GLASS BOTTLE flies past, smashing into a nearby police car,
and just missing Gwen's head along the way.
GWEN
I think we better hurry.
A moment later, ANOTHER BOTTLE flies past, headed in the
opposite direction. Shouts erupt from both sides.
FROM ABOVE
The scene is even more chaotic. The barricades have broken,
and the crowd has begun to spill out into the neutral area.
The police are having no luck whatsoever holding them back.
BACK TO SCENE as Eddie and Gwen fight the surging crowd.
Eddie looks at her, and in his most serious tone yet:
EDDIE
Gwen, I am so sorry. You were
right, I never should have...
GWEN
Not that I don't appreciate it, but
now really isn't the time!
She looks around, spotting a small break in the crowd.
GWEN
Lets just get the hell out of here.
EDDIE
Right behind you.
They quickly make their way through the crowd, toward the
opening. Eddie has to shove several people out of the way.
Just as they reach the opening, a GUN SHOT echoes through the
area. Everyone REACTS at the sound.
Eddie looks ahead, then grabs Gwen by the arm.
EDDIE
We need to hurry.
They rush through the gap in the crowd, toward a nearby
alley. Along the way they pass TWO MEN.
As Gwen and Eddie run past, the men follow.
INT. SURVEILLANCE VAN
Trest and Beason watch the monitors, which display the raw
feed from the riot outside. They don't need that to remind
them, though. The van is rocking back and forth. Outside,
screams, shouts, and breaking glass can be heard.
TREST
This has gotten beyond out of hand.
Where the hell are those
reinforcements I ordered?
BEASON
Another twenty minutes.
TREST
We won't make it another twenty.
Trest grabs a duffle bag, pulling out a bullet-proof vest,
and a large black helmet. He grabs another bag and tosses it
to Beason, who looks confused.
TREST
Remember that crisis control course
you took before joining up?
BEASON
Barely.
TREST
Well then I suggest you fake it,
because we're going in.
BEASON
Out there?
TREST
Someone needs to take control of
this mess, and these cops sure
don't look capable of it to me.
Contact the carrier. Tell them to
hurry the hell up with our backup!
The van ROCKS once again. The back doors are SLUNG open,
revealing THREE MAN, all carrying knives.
Beason doesn't waste any time, catching one of them with a
HARD KICK to his face. He grabs another, twisting his arm,
and snatching his knife away. The third looks up at him.
Then takes off running.
TREST
Captain?
BEASON
Yeah?
TREST
If we get in trouble out there...
forget crisis control.
(then)
Just do that.
BEASON
Yes, sir.
Trest takes a deep breath.
TREST
Here goes.
They hop out of the van...
EXT. MANHATTAN - STREETS - CONTINUOUS
And stop dead in their tracks.
ANGLE FROM ABOVE
Showing the entire area. The two sides have merged into one
frantic mass of humanity. As we PULL BACK, we take in the
scope of the scene, and realize the van is surrounded by a
mass of people that now covers several blocks.
BACK TO SCENE as Trest looks on, a hint of fear in his eyes.
TREST
Twenty minutes, you say?
Beason nods, still stunned by the ominous scene before him.
TREST
This isn't going to end well.
Off Trest's fearful expression:
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. DAILY BUGLE - MAIN FLOOR
Everyone has gathered around a TV, watching the LIVE footage
of the riots. Toward the back of the crowd, Robbie and Betty
watch, Robbie looking particularly concerned.
ROBBIE
I can't believe this is happening.
BETTY
Pretty crazy, huh?
ROBBIE
I'd just like to know what their
excuse is for all this. If they'd
have just left the guy alone, none
of this would be happening.
Betty looks away from the TV briefly, at Robbie.
BETTY
Spidey fan?
ROBBIE
You could say that.
BETTY
I'm sure they're just doing what
they think is best. I don't think
anyone could have predicted this.
ROBBIE
It's more than that now. Half the
people down there probably don't
even care one way or the other.
They're just there to loot and
cause trouble.
BETTY
Pretty sad, if you ask...
JONAH (O.S.)
What are you people doing?!
Jonah storms out of his office.
JONAH
This is the biggest story of the
year and you're all standing around
like a bunch of apes in front of a
banana tree! Get to work!
Everyone breaks apart, leaving Betty and Robbie.
BETTY
No rest for the weary.
She walks away.
ROBBIE
You can say that again.
Off Robbie:
FADE TO:
EXT. MANHATTAN - ALLEYWAY
Gwen and Eddie run into the alley. Back out in the streets,
the riot is in full swing. Gwen drops to the ground, leaning
back against the wall.
GWEN
What a night.
EDDIE
Not quite how I imagined it either.
GWEN
How are we supposed to get out of
here without getting killed?
EDDIE
Did you bring your cell phone?
Gwen pulls out her phone. It's shattered.
EDDIE
Damn.
(beat)
All this because of Spider-Man. I
hope they're happy.
VOICE (O.S.)
I hear that.
Eddie spins around as the TWO MEN from before enter the
alley. They don't exactly look friendly.
Eddie immediately takes a defensive posture.
MAN #1
Whoa there, no need to get jumpy.
We're just trying to get through
this same as you.
EDDIE
You followed us here.
MAN #2
We were looking for a way out.
Figured you might know one.
MAN #1
She looks scared, bro. Want us to
help you guys get out of here?
EDDIE
We're fine. Just waiting on some
friends and then we're getting out
of here. 'Preciate it, though.
MAN #2
You sure? It's crazy out there.
EDDIE
I said we're fine.
MAN #1
She doesn't look fine. Not all
scared like that.
Eddie clenches his fist tightly. He looks back at Gwen.
EDDIE
(whispering)
No matter what, stay behind me.
The men take a step toward them.
GWEN
(alarmed)
Eddie...
MAN #2
(mocking)
Eddie...
He rushes toward Eddie, who lands a solid punch square on his
jaw. The man hits the ground.
The other takes a swing, but Eddie dodges it and catches him
with a punch of his own. The man staggers backwards.
From behind, the other man TACKLES Eddie to the ground. The
two men take turns punching and kicking him.
GWEN
Stop it! Stop!
Gwen tries to pull them off, but one of them SHOVES her out
of the way. She is thrown to the ground.
Eddie begins fighting back, but to no avail. The two men
stand above him, looking down at his bruised face.
Man #2 rears back for a punch, but is quickly THROWN out of
frame. The other man looks back, and is met with a PUNCH.
He drops to one knee, and looks up...
And finds himself confronted by Flash and Kenny.
FLASH
We got a problem here?
Eddie gets to his feet and hurries to Gwen, who is a little
roughed up, but seems to be okay.
MAN #1
No, man. No problem.
KENNY
Good.
Both of the men hurry out of the alley. Flash and Kenny watch
them leave, then look down at Eddie and Gwen.
FLASH
You guys alright?
Eddie feels one of several bruises on his face.
EDDIE
More or less. Thanks.
FLASH
Don't mention it.
Eddie turns to Gwen.
EDDIE
Ready to get out of here?
GWEN
Definitely.
EDDIE
You guys got an escape plan?
Flash thinks for a second, then grins and turns to Kenny.
FLASH
Fire blitz?
KENNY
Sounds good.
FLASH
(to Gwen)
Can you run and shove?
GWEN
I've been in my share of mosh pits.
I think I can handle it.
FLASH
Then lets ditch this place.
They all head back into the mayhem.
FADE TO:
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