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INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - COMPUTER LAB
Eddie is seated at a computer, but his attention is focused
on a sheet of paper. Peter is absentmindedly spinning on a
computer chair beside him.
EDDIE
This is bogus!
PETER
If you say so...
EDDIE
(reading, mocking voice)
Due to recent events, any and all
songs containing references to ice
will not be included in this
weekend's scheduled dance.
(beat)
Do you have any idea what this
means?
PETER
You're backing out?
EDDIE
No Vanilla Ice! This is a disaster!
PETER
We just found out one of our
classmates is a mutant and all you
can think about is this dance?
You're lucky they didn't cancel it.
(then)
I still can't believe it.
EDDIE
So Bobby's a mutant. Big deal. It
happens.
PETER
I wonder if he knew or if it just
kinda snuck up on him?
EDDIE
The more important question is:
when are you going to ask MJ to the
dance?
Peter stops his spinning.
PETER
Yeah, because it worked so well the
last time I tried to ask her.
EDDIE
So some guy asked her before you.
Lets not forget said guy is an ice
freak. I'm guessing he won't be
there to see my illustrious debut
as Midtown's hottest DJ.
PETER
I can't ask her after what happened
with Bobby. That's just... wrong.
EDDIE
Look, I'm not supposed to be
telling you this, but Gwen and MJ?
They talk, and I... well, I hear
things. Trust me. Ask her.
PETER
Wait, what kind of things?
EDDIE
(grins)
The kind Gwen would smack me for
telling you.
PETER
Are you saying MJ...
EDDIE
Look, do you want to ask her?
(Peter hesitates)
Do you want to go to the dance with
her? Yes or no?
A beat as Peter considers the question.
PETER
I do, yeah.
EDDIE
Then do it. I know this Bobby
thing's got everyone kinda freaked
out right now, but that doesn't
change anything between you and MJ.
Trust me on this - just ask her.
As Peter considers this:
FADE TO:
INT. BAXTER BUILDING - OFFICE
A sparsely decorated office, resembling somewhat the
interrogation room from 1.07, but with windows. Norman enters
to find NICK FURY standing, back to him, facing the window.
FURY
Sit.
Norman does so, fidgeting nervously, as Fury turns around,
not bothering to take a seat. It's the position of power.
FURY
As you may, or may not have
gathered, we've been keeping a very
close eye on you these past few
weeks.
Norman opens his mouth to speak, but Fury holds up a hand,
silencing him.
FURY
Just listen. This project isn't
developing as quickly as we had
hoped. Frankly, you have proven
that you are beyond incapable of
living up to your end of the
bargain. Not only that, but my
superiors have decided you pose a
security risk that is too great for
us to simply ignore.
NORMAN
If I can just explain...
FURY
Explain how the serum was somehow
leaked to the public? How it was
used in the production of an
extremely dangerous street drug?
And while you're at it, perhaps
you'd like to explain how, if you
value this project so much, this
leak was allowed to happen in the
first place.
Norman frantically searches for a response.
FURY
As of now, we are stripping OsCorp
of Project: Renaissance. My men are
already confiscating our equipment
from your labs. I expect you to
notify us if we overlook anything.
Norman rises from his seat so fast that he knocks his chair
over. He's furious.
NORMAN
You can't do this!
FURY
It's already done.
Norman gets right up Fury's face.
NORMAN
I have sacrificed everything for
this project! You can't just take
it away!
FURY
Eight years, Osborn. Eight years
and nothing to show for it but the
biggest security breach this
organization has ever seen. Now I
suggest you leave my office before
you do something you're going to
regret.
Norman glares at him hard.
NORMAN
This isn't over.
FURY
I'm afraid it is, now get out.
(Norman remains)
Now.
After a beat, Norman does just that, slamming the door shut
behind him. Fury watches with a stoic expression as we:
FADE TO:
EXT. HARLEM - STREET - NIGHT
Robbie's Jeep is parked outside of a small store, one among
many shops lined-up side-by-side on the block.
INT. ABANDONED STORE - STORE FRONT
The store is completely dark, with the only real source of
light filtering in through the windows from the street lights
outside. Boxes litter the floor, and it doesn't look like
anyone's been here for a good while.
Robbie cautiously enters, looking around to see if he's
alone. He is, and heads toward the back of the store.
INT. ABANDONED STORE - BACK ROOM
Robbie pushes the doors open and enters into what would be
the stock room if the store was in business. Several wooden
pallets are on the floor, along with all the various
equipment you'd expect to find in a stock room.
And a few items you wouldn't, among them a sleeping bag, a
can opener, and dozens of cans of food, both empty and new.
ROBBIE
Marshall?
No response. Robbie continues to survey the room, but finds
no sign of Marshall. He glances at his watch and frowns.
ROBBIE
Marshall, it's me.
Still nothing. Robbie spots something on the floor, a BLOOD
TRAIL. He reacts to this sight, and after a beat follows it,
rounding a corner to another section of the stock room.
ROBBIE
Oh God...
He stops dead in his tracks. On the floor is Marshall, lying
in a pool of his own blood, and as DEAD as one can be.
Robbie looks around him, and notices the blood has been drawn
out into a very specific pattern.
ANGLE FROM ABOVE
Robbie slowly turns around, doing a full 360 trying to follow
the trail of blood. From this angle however, we can clearly
make out what the pattern is: A SKULL.
BACK TO Robbie, who stands in the middle of it all.
FADE TO:
EXT. WATSON RESIDENCE - FRONT LAWN - NIGHT
Mary Jane sits on the front steps, her chin resting on her
knees, deep in thought. Peter walks up from the driveway.
PETER
Hey.
Mary Jane looks up.
MARY JANE
Hey.
Peter sits beside her on the steps.
PETER
I'd ask how you're doing, but the
blank stare kinda gives you away.
MARY JANE
(grins)
Didn't mean to infringe on your
trademark there.
PETER
Have you heard anything?
MARY JANE
From Bobby?
(shakes her head)
Who knows where he's run off to.
PETER
I just hope he's okay.
MARY JANE
That was pretty crazy today. I
mean, can you imagine? He's been
there all this time and none of us
ever noticed. I mean, an actual
mutant at our school. You hear
about them on the news, but... for
it to actually happen to you.
PETER
He's a mutant, MJ, not a natural
disaster.
MARY JANE
Okay, maybe that was a little
harsh. But still... aren't you
freaked out a little?
ANGLE ON A BUSH
Lurking behind it is Bobby, listening in on their
conversation with great interest.
BACK TO SCENE as Peter considers Mary Jane's question.
PETER
Well, I mean... are you?
MARY JANE
A little, yeah.
(beat, shakes her head)
I don't know, maybe I've been
watching too much TV. I saw some
preacher on the other day talking
about how mutants were a sign of
Armageddon. Kinda freaked me out.
Peter lets out a chuckle.
PETER
I wouldn't go that far.
A moment of silence, broken by:
MARY JANE
(smiles)
This is nice.
PETER
Talking about the end of the world?
Mary Jane nudges him in the side.
MARY JANE
No, this. Actually getting to talk.
It's been awhile since we've had a
chance to catch up.
(beat, smiles)
Even if it is about the end of the
world. I missed it.
PETER
(grins)
Me too.
MARY JANE
You know, if this...
PETER
(out of the blue)
Do you wanna go to the dance with
me?
Mary Jane stops, almost stunned by the suddenness of it.
MARY JANE
Um...
PETER
I know you were going with Bobby,
but I figured since he's probably
not going, and you seem like you
really want to go, and since Eddie
will probably have a seizure if we
don't show up, and...
She places a finger over his mouth, finally putting an end to
his mindless babbling. He looks at her, almost wide-eyed.
MARY JANE
Okay.
PETER
Really? I mean, you really want to?
(she nods)
You're not just saying yes
because...
MARY JANE
Nope.
PETER
So you don't think I'm a creep for
asking after what happened with...
MARY JANE
Uh-uh.
PETER
Because I didn't mean to...
MARY JANE
Peter...
(he stops)
I want to go.
Before Peter has a chance to respond, there's a RUSTLE in the
bushes. Bobby stands, and then trips over himself, landing
face first onto the lawn.
MARY JANE
Bobby?!
Bobby looks up, both scared and embarrassed. He doesn't stay
for long, though, quickly getting to his feet and taking off
down the sidewalk.
MARY JANE
Bobby, wait!
It's too late, he's gone.
INT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
Bobby runs down it, meeting a dead end. He looks behind him,
making sure he's alone, then drops to his knees. He begins to
sob uncontrollably, the product of the kaleidoscope of
emotions he must be experiencing right now.
PETER (O.S.)
Bobby, it's alright.
Bobby snaps up, looking back at Peter.
BOBBY
What is wrong with you? Why won't
you just leave me alone?!
PETER
I can't do that, Bobby. You need
help.
BOBBY
Don't you think I know that? I'm a
freak! There's nothing you can do!
PETER
You're not a freak, okay? What's
happening to you, it's nothing to
be ashamed of...
BOBBY
Like you know anything about what's
happening to me. You saw the way
they looked at me, like I was God's
sick science experiment or
something! Why do you care anyway?
You got what you wanted!
(Off Peter's look)
MJ? You couldn't wait to ask her to
the dance. You don't care what
happens to me, why should you?
PETER
Bobby, this isn't...
VOICE (O.S.)
Why don't you leave the guy alone?
Peter spins around and finds himself confronted by three
FIGURES at the entrance to the alley.
One walks forward. He looks to be in his early 20's, and to
say he's large would be quite the understatement.
This is FREDERICK J. DUKES, but we'll call him FREDDIE.
FREDDIE
I think he's got enough on his mind
without you preaching to him.
PETER
Just trying to help a friend.
FREDDIE
He doesn't need any help, not from
your kind. You're probably the
reason he's running in the first
place.
PETER
Look, whoever you are...
FREDDIE
Name's Freddie. My friends and I,
we're here to help.
The other two figures emerge from the shadows. The first is a
rather lanky teenager, his skin so pale it's almost white.
This is MORTIMER TOYNBEE. The other is twenty-something
female, who looks like she's got quite an attitude.
This is EILEEN HARSAW.
BOBBY
Why can't you people just leave me
alone? Can't you just leave the
freak in peace?
FREDDIE
We're not scared of you, Bobby. I
saw what you could do, but that
doesn't make you a freak.
BOBBY
Yeah, well if you don't back off
soon, you're gonna see it again!
FREDDIE
Hold your fire, man. We just want
to talk. If you don't like what we
have to say, you can walk away and
you'll never see us again.
Bobby looks them over, and is already looking more
comfortable with them than he does with Peter.
BOBBY
You're... like me, aren't you?
FREDDIE
Not exactly like you, but we are
mutants, yes. You don't have to
live your life in fear, Bobby.
Peter looks at Freddie, angry.
PETER
What is this, some kind of cult?
Bobby, don't listen to them, it's a
trick! They're trying to...
Peter stops as his SENSE kicks in. He spins around, only to
be met with a STIFF KICK to the chest from Mortimer, who back
flips back to his feet in an almost Spidey-like maneuver.
FREDDIE
Don't let him keep you from living
your life, Bobby. People like him
will hold you back your entire life
if you let them. With us, you'll
always be accepted for who you are.
Peter slowly returns to his feet.
PETER
Look, I didn't come here looking
for trouble, but you people have no
idea who you're...
Before he can even finish his sentence, Peter is BLASTED in
the back and is THROWN a dozen or so feet through the air. He
crash lands against a dumpster in the alley.
He looks back, dazed, and finds Bobby standing where he was,
his hands a bright blue from the burst he just fired.
Bobby turns to Freddie.
BOBBY
I'm listening.
Off Freddie's grin:
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
EXT. FREDDIE'S LOFT - ROOFTOP
Overlooking a rather rundown area of Queens, Bobby is
present, flanked by Freddie, Eileen, and Mortimer. Freddie
places a comforting hand on his shoulder.
FREDDIE
I know it's not much.
BOBBY
No, it's great.
Bobby turns to face them.
BOBBY
So, what can you guys do? I mean...
your powers or whatever.
FREDDIE
We prefer gifts here, actually.
BOBBY
Oh... I'm sorry.
FREDDIE
It's cool, you'll catch on.
Freddie motions toward the others.
FREDDIE
Demonstrations, guys?
MORTIMER
(with a grin)
With pleasure.
With that, he takes a short run up and LEAPS into the air. He
easily clears the gap between the loft and the warehouse
across the street, then leaps back over, landing near Bobby.
BOBBY
You... jump?
Mortimer gives him a dirty look.
MORTIMER
I can do a lot of things.
FREDDIE
Relax, Mort. See, he's a class-one.
Like me.
BOBBY
What can you do?
Freddie holds out his hand, and is tossed crowbar. He bends
it, in half, then twists it into a bow, handing it to Bobby.
FREDDIE
Eileen here... well she's a class
two. Highest here... until you.
EILEEN
Well, mine isn't as flashy, but...
She extends her arm toward Bobby.
EILEEN
Ice me.
BOBBY
(confused)
What?
EILEEN
Trust me.
Several shots of ice leave his hand rapidly, but as she takes
hold of his arm, they cease.
EILEEN
Pretty cool, huh?
BOBBY
What did you...
EILEEN
I scramble other mutant's...
(looks to Freddie)
Gifts.
Bobby looks back and forth at the trio of mutants.
BOBBY
So... I'm really not alone?
FREDDIE
Not for a second. This is much
bigger than you could even
comprehend, than any of us can.
We're different. Special, gifted,
but not freaks. We've been chosen.
BOBBY
Chosen? Isn't that a little...
FREDDIE
I know how it sounds, but if you
listen to these "normal" people,
they'll have you believing you're a
sign of the apocalypse. People out
there? They don't understand. We
have to rally together. We're never
gonna be accepted by them, but you
know what? Who cares as long as
we've got each other?
BOBBY
Each other?
MORTIMER
You're one of us now.
EILEEN
Welcome to the family!
Freddie offers his hand to Bobby.
Bobby stares at his own hand, deep in thought, before
extending it to grasp Freddie's. As they shake:
FADE TO:
INT. FISK TOWER - FISK'S OFFICE - THE NEXT DAY
Craig enters to find WILSON FISK seated behind his desk.
CRAIG
You wanted to see me?
FISK
Yes, please. Have a seat.
He does so.
FISK
Is there a problem, Craig?
CRAIG
A problem?
FISK
You seemed... distant at the
meeting this morning, and you've
barely spoken to me since. I just
wanted to make sure everything...
CRAIG
What? Oh, I'm fine.
Fisk isn't buying it.
FISK
Look, if you need some time off,
that's fine. Don't hesitate to ask.
If it's an issue at home then just
take a couple of weeks, sort things
out. It's not a problem.
CRAIG
No, it's not that. I just... I've
been thinking about things lately,
and to be honest, I'm not sure if
I'm the right person for this case.
FISK
Craig, we've been through this.
CRAIG
I know, I know. Believe me, I know.
I guess I'm just having second
thoughts. I don't think I'm cut out
for this kind of work.
Fisk considers this.
FISK
I'm sorry you feel that way. Tell
you what - why don't you take a few
days off? Spend some time with your
family, re-charge, and then get
back to me. If you still want out,
then I guess there's nothing I can
do about that, but I want you to
know... there's no doubt in my mind
you have what it takes to do this
job as well as anyone. The sooner
you realize that, the better off
we'll both be.
CRAIG
That... actually sounds good.
Fisk stands, offering Craig his hand.
FISK
Good then. See you on Monday.
Craig reluctantly shakes his hand.
CRAIG
Monday it is.
Craig exits as quickly as he can without being obvious about
it. Fisk watches him leave, an uncertain look on his face.
INT. FREDDIE'S LOFT
A place most would call a dump, but with some effort, it
might actually be presentable. Bobby sits on a couch,
alongside Eileen. In front of him are three gasses of water.
He focuses on them, passing his hands over them and the water
freezes. Eileen smiles and claps, hugging Bobby.
INT. FREDDIE'S LOFT - KITCHEN
Freddie and Mortimer watch from inside the nearby kitchen.
Bobby looks back with a smile, which Freddie returns with a
thumbs up. Mortimer doesn't look so pleased.
MORTIMER
She's all over him.
FREDDIE
Relax. It's not like you ever had a
shot with her.
MORTIMER
That's not the point.
He looks down at his watch.
MORTIMER
What the hell are we waiting for?
FREDDIE
Hold your horses, it ain't going
anywhere. I'm just trying to make
our new pal comfortable before we
go busting up places. He might not
be ready for that just yet.
MORTIMER
What if he won't do it?
FREDDIE
He will, don't worry.
Freddie enters the living room, taking a seat on the couch
beside Bobby and Eileen.
FREDDIE
See, you're getting the hang of it.
BOBBY
This is crazy. I can actually
control it now.
One of the glasses bursts.
BOBBY
Well, almost.
FREDDIE
You'll get it, don't worry.
Freddie looks back at Mortimer.
FREDDIE
But right now, we've got work to
do. You game?
BOBBY
What kind of work?
FREDDIE
Well, you see... people like us, it
ain't exactly easy finding work.
We've learned to depend on
ourselves, and sometimes that means
we have to think outside the box.
Bobby looks around at his new friends, puzzled.
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