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TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. MIDTOWN HIGH - MORNING
Students move into the school as "Damnit" by Blink 182
provides the soundtrack. A BELL RINGS, taking us to:
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - HALLWAY
Students roam the hallway as we PAN UP to A BANNER hanging
above, promoting an upcoming 90's-themed dance.
Beneath it we find PETER and EDDIE, staring up.
EDDIE
So how'd it go?
PETER
Go?
Eddie gestures towards the banner.
EDDIE
You, MJ, the nostalgic tunes of
yester-year, courtesy of yours
truly.
PETER
Courtesy of you?
EDDIE
Yeah, bro, haven't you heard? I'm
DJing this shindig.
PETER
Do I even want to know how you
managed to pull that off?
Eddie grins.
EDDIE
Probably not.
(beat)
Seriously, though, this is the
perfect opportunity for you to
finally make your move.
PETER
My move?
EDDIE
This clueless act's getting old,
dude. Everyone knows you and MJ are
practically married. Now come on,
hit me with your love song
dedications. I'm up for anything...
except Britney. And Backstreet...
and...
PETER
... and what exactly does this have
to do with MJ?
EDDIE
Pete, come on. Dance plus girl
equals fun. It's not rocket
science, now you better hurry up
and ask her before someone else
beats you to it.
PETER
I just don't know. I mean, we're
friends. As far as I know that's
all we are. I don't want to give
her the wrong impression...
EDDIE
B.S. dude. Total B.S. What is your
deal anyway? She's hot, cool as
hell, and not to mention your best
friend since Eve fell out of the
apple tree!
PETER
(baffled)
What?
EDDIE
Look, all I'm saying is you know.
You know you want to ask her, and
whether you know it or not, she
wants you to ask her, so...
PETER
She does?
EDDIE
Trust me, bro. Would I lie to you?
He nudges Peter forward.
EDDIE
Here she comes! Now's your chance!
Peter stumbles forward as MARY JANE and GWEN approach,
laughing at whatever was just said.
EDDIE
Hey, Gwen. You know that lab report
I didn't do? Now would be a good
time for you to give me a hand...
Gwen looks at him, puzzled.
GWEN
What lab...
Eddie grabs her by the arm.
EDDIE
You wanna go make out in the
science lab?
GWEN
Do I... what?
Eddie pulls her down the hall, leaving Peter and Mary Jane
alone. Immediately, that familiar awkward silence ensues.
MARY JANE
So...
PETER
So... you know that dance thing
this weekend?
MARY JANE
You mean the non-valentines 90s
themed dance which is a completely
horrible idea, but I'll probably
end up going anyway?
Peter hesitates.
PETER
Yeah... that one.
Mary Jane leans in expectantly.
MARY JANE
Yeah?
The two are cut-off when BOBBY DRAKE runs into frame from
behind, looking both scared and nervous at the same time.
BOBBY
Hey!
MARY JANE
(taken off guard)
Bobby, hey.
Bobby nods at Peter.
BOBBY
Pete.
MARY JANE
You look stressed. What's up?
BOBBY
Been dodging Indy all morning. With
the dance and everything, her
gossip hounds are working overtime.
MARY JANE
I've noticed.
Bobby takes a deep breath.
BOBBY
Anyway, the reason I came over... I
was kinda wondering if maybe you
wanted to... come to the dance?
(quick beat)
You know, with me.
Peter reacts. Mary Jane seems surprised.
MARY JANE
What about Sarah?
BOBBY
Oh, we broke up. The Indy thing?
That's kinda why she's been
following me.
MARY JANE
Oh, I didn't know...
BOBBY
I feel bad, but it was for the
best, you know? It just wasn't
really working out with us.
MARY JANE
Sorry to hear that.
BOBBY
It happens. So... the dance?
Mary Jane glances at Peter, who tries his best to hide his
disappointment, then turns back to Bobby with a smile.
MARY JANE
Sure, why not?
BOBBY
Awesome! Pick you up at... well,
we'll talk later and figure it out.
See you at lunch?
MARY JANE
Um... yeah, okay.
The class bell rings, and the students packing the hallway
begin to scatter, moving on to their classes.
BOBBY
Well, I gotta get to class. See you
then!
Bobby walks away, looking proud of himself.
MARY JANE
That was... random.
Peter forces a smile.
PETER
Yeah... totally.
MARY JANE
So, what was it you wanted to talk
to me about?
PETER
Oh... um... nothing. It's not
important.
Mary Jane gives him an odd look. Does she know?
MARY JANE
Alright then... see you at lunch.
PETER
Yeah, lunch.
She walks away, leaving a disappointed Peter. After a moment,
Eddie walks up behind him, shaking his head.
EDDIE
You really are the Lama of lame.
That was dismal.
PETER
How was I supposed to know that
Bobby was gonna ask her?
EDDIE
Come on, bro, think! Girl like MJ's
not gonna be a free agent for long.
PETER
Whatever. It's just a stupid dance.
I didn't want to go anyway.
Eddie eyes him with a grin.
EDDIE
And I'm Kurt Cobain.
Off Peter's discouraged face:
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - HALLWAY (OTHER) - MEANWHILE
Bobby stumbles through the crowd. If you didn't know better,
you'd swear he was drunk. Finally, he reaches his locker, and
smacks his head against it, closing his eyes tight.
He's sweating. Profusely. He desperately attempts to wipe the
sweat from his brow, but it continues.
As he wipes the sweat away, we move into an:
EXTREME CLOSE UP
The bullets of sweat roll down his arm. Suddenly, though,
they stop in their tracks, completely solid.
They're frozen in place.
BACK TO SCENE as Bobby realizes this and frantically wipes
the ice away before anyone can see.
Off his freaked-out expression:
FADE OUT:
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
INT. DAILY BUGLE - MAIN FLOOR
Bustling with people as usual, going about their daily
business as they normally do.
Making his way through the crowd with a stack of files is
ROBBIE ROBERTSON. He stares down at them distractedly. It's
because of this that he BUMPS right into BETTY BRANT.
ROBBIE
Sorry Betty! Didn't see you there.
BETTY
No problem. Actually, I've been
meaning to see you about...
ROBBIE
That file you needed? Yeah, I got
it right here...
He extracts of a file from the stack he's carrying.
BETTY
Great! Thanks.
She walks off, and Robbie continues walking toward his desk.
Setting down the files, he glances at his computer monitor.
On the screen, a "NEW MAIL" alert flashes. Robbie clicks it
and suddenly becomes very interested in what he's seeing.
Off his intrigued look:
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - GYM
It's what we've come to accept from gym class. Students are
milling around the room, in various states of activity and
exercise. We find Peter slumped against a wall, looking to
all the world like a sick puppy.
Eddie dribbles a basketball over and slumps next to him.
EDDIE
You still down about this morning?
I told you, dude, move on. There
are plenty of fish in the sea.
(beat)
Even a few whales, if you're into
that kind of thing.
Peter cracks a slight smile,
EDDIE
I know it sucks that MJ's been
snatched up, but let's face it, no
one ever said anything about birds
that get up late managing to snag
those juicy worms.
PETER
What's your point?
EDDIE
Sitting around moping isn't gonna
get you a date! So let's say we
turn that frown upside down, and
find the future Mrs. Parker.
PETER
I just don't get it. I wasn't even
sure I wanted to ask her, and now
that she's going with Bobby...
EDDIE
Sucks, doesn't it?
(Peter nods)
Hey, don't worry. I'm sure we can
find you someone else to go with.
PETER
That's the thing, I don't want
someone else to go with. I don't
want to go at all anymore.
EDDIE
What about Jessica?
PETER
Jessica?
EDDIE
From history class, dude. I know
her a little bit. We went to PS-40
together.
PETER
I'll pass.
Eddie sighs, then quickly jumps up as an idea hits.
EDDIE
I got it! What about Indy?
Peter laughs loudly.
PETER
Have you gone completely insane?
EDDIE
What's wrong with her?
PETER
She's... Indy.
EDDIE
Yeah, and unless she's suddenly
caught the bird flu, I don't see
how that's a bad thing...
PETER
Can we just drop it? I'm not going.
EDDIE
But you're gonna miss my...
He's cut off by the voice of COACH MANSFIELD.
MANSFIELD (O.S.)
Alright, it's time for some
teamwork! We're doing group
exercises today, and I don't wanna
hear any whining!
The class does so anyway as they gather around Mansfield.
COACH MANSFIELD
First pair, Brock and McFarlane.
(then)
Parker, you're with Drake.
PETER
(whispering)
Fan-freakin-tastic.
TIME CUT:
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - GYM
Peter and Bobby are in the middle of stretching.
BOBBY
So.... you going to the dance?
Peter looks away, muttering under his breath.
PETER
I haven't made up my mind yet.
BOBBY
You should come. It'll be fun.
Peter rolls his eyes as we:
FADE TO:
EXT. OSCORP - DAY
Establishing shot of OsCorp Headquarters.
INT. OSCORP - NORMAN'S OFFICE
Looking over a stack of reports, we find NORMAN OSBORN
sitting behind his desk. The door suddenly bursts open as
ALISTAIR SMYTHE enters, frantically trying to slow down the
three men following him. Two of them are S.H.I.E.L.D. AGENTS.
The third is MAJOR TREST, and he doesn't look happy.
NORMAN
What's going on here?!
SMYTHE
The Major would like to have a word
with you. I tried to tell him...
Norman puts his hand up.
NORMAN
It's alright. What can I do for
you, Major?
Trest places a single slip of paper on Norman's desk.
TREST
Colonel Fury wants to meet with
you. This afternoon at the Baxter
Building. I suggest you be there.
NORMAN
Of course. Do you have any idea
what this is about?
TREST
You know what it's about.
Trest quickly turns and exits, followed by the agents.
SMYTHE
What do we do now?
Norman doesn't reply, trying to grasp what just happened.
CUT TO:
INT. OSCORP - OUTSIDE NORMAN'S OFFICE
Trest and the agents proceed down the hallway toward an
elevator. After a moment, Trest turns back to them.
TREST
How'd I do?
AGENT #1
Good, sir.
AGENT #2
Very scary.
Trest grins, pleased with himself.
FADE TO:
EXT. EMPIRE STATE UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - AFTERNOON
Robbie approaches a bench in an isolated area of the campus.
People pass by, but they're few and far between.
A shady looking MAN sits on said bench, sporting tatoos and
long, unruly hair. He's the type of guy you tend to avoid.
ROBBIE
Are you Marshall?
The man looks up.
MARSHALL
You Robertson?
Robbie sits.
MARSHALL
You're alone?
ROBBIE
Just like you asked.
(beat)
You said you had information on...
MARSHALL
Fisk. You could say that.
ROBBIE
What type of information?
MARSHALL
I worked for him. Years ago, doing
his dirty work. I killed for him.
Robbie is taken back, but tries his best to hide it.
ROBBIE
Killed?
MARSHALL
Yeah, I did, and it's torn me up
ever since. I quit about a year
after it happened.
ROBBIE
The Castle murders?
Marshall nods.
MARSHALL
Not a day goes by that I don't
think about that day. It was the
first time for me... with a kid,
you know? An innocent. Not a day
goes by that I don't want to shout
it out to the world, what an utter
piece of inhumane garbage Fisk is,
but I guess I'm no better.
ROBBIE
Why haven't you said anything?
MARSHALL
Fisk is a smart man. I'm talking
that dangerous kind of smart. He'd
trace it back to me in a second.
(then)
Not that it matters anymore.
ROBBIE
Why doesn't it matter?
A beat before Marshall responds.
MARSHALL
There were four of us that day in
the park. He went all-out to make
sure we got the job done, and even
then we couldn't finish Castle.
(beat, deep breath)
Now I'm the only one left.
Robbie reacts.
MARSHALL
Son of a bitch is picking us off
one by one. It started a couple
months ago. It's only a matter of
time before he finds me, I know
that. I'm a corpse. I might as well
be, but before I'm gone I want to
know that Fisk won't ever be able
to do to anyone else what he did to
me, to Castle... to so many others.
ROBBIE
You're prepared to testify?
Marshall scoffs.
MARSHALL
I won't make it to the stand. If
Castle doesn't off me first, Fisk
damn sure will.
ROBBIE
I can get you protection. My dad...
MARSHALL
Is a cop. Yeah, I know, and if you
don't want him to end up in a box,
you'll keep him out of this. Fisk
practically owns the NYPD. Assuming
your old man's one of the clean
ones, it's best that you keep him
out of this.
Robbie takes this all in, suddenly very unsure of himself.
MARSHALL
I'll give you all the evidence you
need to expose him. He doesn't know
you're onto him, and that's the
best thing you've got going for you
right now, kid.
Marshall stands. He hands Robbie a slip of paper.
MARSHALL
Meet me at this address tonight at
ten and you'll have everything you
need to put this bastard away for
good. That, or get yourself killed.
(beat)
It's up to you.
He walks away, leaving an extremely uncertain Robbie behind.
FADE TO:
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - CAFETERIA
The dull roar of a hungry student body can be heard as we
MOVE THROUGH the room to find Peter, Mary Jane, Gwen, and
Eddie seated at a table eating.
EDDIE
You'd think these people have never
heard of iTunes! I know it's got
the whole 90's theme going on, but
that doesn't mean you've gotta
drown the DJ in CD's!
MARY JANE
Look on the bright side, at least
there's no cassette tapes.
Eddie reaches into his pocket and produces a cassette.
MARY JANE
Ouch.
Suddenly, the group is joined by Bobby, lunch tray in hand.
He squeezes into the gap between Peter and Mary Jane.
BOBBY
Hey guys!
PETER
(deadpan)
Bobby.
Gwen and Eddie look on, unsure of what to say.
BOBBY
Hey, so I was thinking of maybe
doing the costume thing.
GWEN
Costume?
BOBBY
Yeah, you know, for the dance.
Eddie seems to suddenly get an idea...
EDDIE
Hey, you know...
BOBBY
Oh great...
Bobby notices two brutish looking guys approaching the table.
They are PHILLIP and DANNY, and they look pretty pissed off.
DANNY
Well look who it is! Having fun
with your new girl, Drake?
PHILLIP
This the chick you dumped our
sister for?
Bobby stands meekly.
BOBBY
Just back off, alright? I don't
want any trouble.
PHILLIP
You know she's been crying all
weekend because of you.
They both walk closer to Bobby, sizing him up.
BOBBY
Come on guys, not right now. I'm
sorry if she's upset, but...
DANNY
So you dumped her a week before the
dance, and then went and asked some
other chick two days later?
Bobby looks around nervously. The situation is tense.
PHILLIP
You know, I never did like you.
The two close in on him, and Danny SHOVES him roughly. This
gets the attention of the rest of the students, who, sensing
a fight, start to close in around them.
Bobby shoves him back, but Phillip moves forward and knocks
him to the ground.
MARY JANE
Come on guys, this is stupid!
Phillip and Danny aren't listening. Every time Bobby tries to
get back up, they push him back down.
Eddie and Peter move between the two, trying to break things
up, which gives Bobby the chance to stand up.
Danny pushes past Eddie, and takes a swing at Bobby, who
grabs his forearm before he can land it.
ANGLE ON DANNY'S ARM
As it rapidly turns blue, and then white as small particles
of ICE begin to form, and soon cover his entire arm!
BACK TO SCENE as everyone gasps. The room suddenly falls
silent as Bobby looks on, horrified at what just happened.
Everyone stares at him, almost like a circus animal. Danny
drops to one knee, cradling his arm in pain.
As the hushed silence turns into stunned whispers, Bobby
quickly takes off running toward the nearest exit.
EXT. MIDTOWN HIGH - FRONT LOT - CONTINUOUS
Bobby is still running, with Peter close behind.
PETER
Bobby, wait!
Bobby stops, turns back to face him.
BOBBY
(angry, confused)
Stay away from me!
Peter advances toward him.
PETER
Bobby, just listen to me...
BOBBY
I said stay back!
Peter walks closer, but Bobby raises his hand in the
international gesture of STOP. Without warning, a THIN JET OF
ICE shoots out, hitting Peter squarely in the chest and
knocking him to the ground.
Bobby looks down at him, tears building in his eyes. It
wasn't intentional, but the result is the same.
Bobby backs away, then breaks into a run and takes off. Peter
sits up, still feeling the effects of the blow.
Off his concerned face:
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
EXT. WATSON RESIDENCE - DAY
Robbie's Jeep is parked in the driveway.
INT. WATSON RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM
Robbie is seated in the living room, beside CRAIG WATSON, who
looks like he's just seen a ghost, and is as pale as one.
ROBBIE
I know it's a lot to take in,
especially under the circumstances,
but I just thought you should know.
Craig is silent, unable to process what he's just been told.
CRAIG
You're sure about this?
ROBBIE
I've been looking into Fisk for a
while now. This is the first real
lead I've gotten in months.
CRAIG
And you trust this source?
Robbie hesitates.
ROBBIE
Do I trust him with my life? No,
the guy's an ex-assassin. Do I
think he's telling the truth about
Fisk? Yeah, I do. I've seen too
much at this point not to.
CRAIG
What am I going to do? I can't work
for a man like this!
ROBBIE
I can't yell you what to do, but
you need to be careful. If he finds
out you know about him...
Craig begins massaging his temples.
CRAIG
I knew this was a mistake, but this
is worse than I ever imagined.
ROBBIE
I know, believe me I'm not thrilled
with it either. I can't even go to
my dad with it because, according
to this Marshall guy, Fisk
practically owns the NYPD.
CRAIG
You don't think your dad...
ROBBIE
Of course not, but it's still
dangerous for him. If someone else
finds out he's looking into Fisk,
who knows what could end up
happening to him...
CRAIG
So what are we going to do?
ROBBIE
Lie low, at least for now. I'm
going to meet this guy tonight and
see what he has on Fisk. Hopefully
it's enough to put him away.
CRAIG
And if it's not?
Robbie considers the question.
ROBBIE
We'll work something out.
(beat)
We have to.
Off his grave expression:
FADE TO:
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