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INT. PAWN SHOP - LATER
A sleazy looking place, with various mismatched and shabby
looking objects on display. An overweight CASHIER is seated
at the counter, mindlessly trying to tune an old guitar.
We linger on this quiet scene for a moment, before the
windows to the front of the store SMASH open, sending a
shower of glass in every direction.
The mutants enter, Bobby among them, his identity hidden by a
sheer blue mask. The others wear similar masks.
FREDDIE
Where's the safe?
CASHIER
Th-the safe?
MORTIMER
You know, big, heavy, metallic. Has
a load of cash in it?
CASHIER
I don't know. Honestly.
FREDDIE
You willing to die for a little bit
of cash?
Bobby reacts to this, looking at Freddie nervously.
UNDER THE COUNTER
The Cashier discreetly presses a silent alarm.
BACK TO SCENE as Freddie SLAMS his fist into the counter,
SMASHING it into pieces. The Cashier stumbles backwards.
Suddenly, he reaches to his left and grabs a SHOTGUN.
Before he can even aim it at Freddie, Mortimer LEAPS into the
air, snatches the gun away, and SNAPS it in half over his
knee. Freddie grabs the Cashier and sends him FLYING through
the air, where he lands on the pavement outside.
EILEEN
Nice one!
FREDDIE
Help me find the safe.
Eileen and Mortimer exit into the back of the shop, but Bobby
hangs back. He's shocked by what he just saw. Police sirens
echo in the distance, and Bobby tenses up.
FREDDIE
You're not gonna run out on us are
you? We're all in this together
remember? A family.
Bobby looks unsure of himself as Mortimer and Eileen return,
dragging the SAFE behind them.
FREDDIE
Empty the register.
(to Bobby)
A little help?
Bobby leans down over the safe. He holds his hand out and a
thick coat of ice slowly forms over the locking mechanism.
Freddie SMASHES the ice, cracking open the safe. Inside is an
assortment of cash, jewelry, and other valuable items.
FREDDIE
Jackpot!
Freddie smiles at the sight before him, but it doesn't last.
Soon, THREE COPS burst in, their guns drawn.
COP
NYPD! Freeze!
One by one, the mutants stop what they're doing and face the
cops, not looking scared in the least bit.
FREDDIE
Alright, but you walked right into
that one.
(nods to Bobby)
Do your thing, Frosty.
Bobby concentrates and throws his hands out. The cops guns
begin to freeze, and the effect moves up their arms.
Mortimer takes off at a run. Just before he reaches the line
of cops, he leaps into the air, and lands behind them,
reaching out, and striking one in the back of the head.
Freddie grabs the other two, SLAMMING them into each other,
then tossing them back out onto the street.
Bobby stands with Eileen, watching the chaos.
EILEEN
Come on.
They grab the bags of cash and jewelry Freddie was stuffing,
and begin to move toward the exit. Suddenly, though, a BURST
OF WEBBING shoots into frame, snatching one of them away.
They look back and find SPIDER-MAN standing inside the broken
window, over the unconcious police officers.
SPIDER-MAN
You know, stealing isn't very nice.
He shoots a strand of webbing that, this time, wraps around
Eileen. With one pull of his wrist, she is sent hurtling
through the air, where she COLLIDES with Mortimer.
Freddie takes a swing at Spider-Man, who dodges them, then
jumps over his head, taking a quick JAB at his face.
SPIDER-MAN
Now, that just isn't nice.
FREDDIE
Well look who it is! You wouldn't
hurt a fellow freak would ya'?
Freddie takes several swings, but Spidey isn't having a hard
time ducking them. Spider-Man fires a BURST of webbing into
his face, temporarily blinding him.
FREDDIE
Son of a bitch!
Spider-Man suddenly stops as his SENSE kicks in. Mortimer
takes a swing, which Spidey ducks, kicking him in the gut,
then flipping him over his head with both feet.
Spider-Man spins back around to face Freddie, who has removed
the webbing. He's greeted by Bobby, who sends another JET OF
ICE his way, which sends Spider-Man to the ground.
FREDDIE
Come on, we're leaving.
They exit, with Bobby being the last one. On the ground,
Spider-Man begins to stir.
SPIDER-MAN
(weak)
Bobby?
Bobby falters, thrown by the mention of his name.
FREDDIE (O.S.)
Yo, iceman, you coming?
Bobby lingers for a moment before finally snapping out of it
and hurrying through the exit, leaving a dazed Spider-Man.
INT. GWEN'S HOUSE - GWEN'S ROOM
Eddie sits on the floor, stacks upon stacks of CD's before
him, and a notebook in one hand, checking off his list.
Gwen lies on her bed, looking bored.
GWEN
Exactly how long is this going to
take?
EDDIE
Patience, young grasshopper. This
list needs to be perfect.
Gwen rolls her eyes.
GWEN
You really are obsessed with this
thing, aren't you?
EDDIE
What are you getting it?
GWEN
It's just some stupid dance. It's
not like they're even that fun.
EDDIE
Exactly! That's what I'm hoping to
change. I mean, the whole 90's
dance idea is kinda weird, but that
doesn't mean we can't enjoy it.
Gwen shakes her head, beginning to look more disappointed
than angry. Eddie notices, and drops his list.
EDDIE
What's wrong?
GWEN
I dunno... wouldn't it be better if
the two of us just... did something
together? Instead of the dance?
EDDIE
We're still gonna be together at
the dance. Besides, I'm the DJ. The
student population of Midtown is
counting on me to make this thing
not suck. I can't let them down!
GWEN
Eddie, I'm serious! You'd rather
spend all night at a lame school
dance than spend time with me?
EDDIE
Alright, really, what's going on
with you? You are making way too
big a deal over this.
GWEN
Maybe I am, but I haven't ever seen
you this excited about spending
time with me. Besides, I can think
of a thousand things I'd rather do
than go to this dance.
Eddie's face lights up.
EDDIE
You mean, like...
Gwen corks him on the arm.
GWEN
Out of the gutter, Eddie.
(beat, sighs)
Honestly, I don't even know if I'm
going tomorrow night.
Eddie's visibly hurt.
EDDIE
Well, if that's how you feel, I
guess there's nothing I can do.
He gathers up the CD's and begins stuffing them into his
backpack. Gwen sits up on the bed.
GWEN
What are you doing?
Eddie zips up the bag and stands.
EDDIE
I uh... I should get home.
Eddie exits, leaving Gwen upset with herself.
FADE TO:
EXT. OSCORP - PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT
Norman stands beside his limo, which is parked near an
elevator. He is alone until a second car pulls up.
Smythe steps out, wearing more casual clothing than we've
previously seen him in.
NORMAN
Glad you could make it, Alistair. I
know it was short notice.
SMYTHE
It's no trouble. What's going on?
NORMAN
We may have found the leak.
Smythe stares at Norman nervously.
SMYTHE
Sir?
NORMAN
Why don't we continue this in my
office? I want you to get your
opinion on something.
Norman enters the elevator, but Smythe remains where he is.
NORMAN
You're coming, right?
Smythe cautiously enters.
INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS
The doors close, leaving them alone. After a long, tense
moment of silence, Norman turns to Smythe.
NORMAN
You know, all along I had suspected
Gargan in this. It made the most
sense. Then I remembered something
Doctor Stromm said to me before
storming out of my office the day I
removed him as project lead.
Smythe listens intently as Norman continues.
NORMAN
Good luck. I'm going to need it.
(beat, laughs)
Gargan was right. The man is a
lunatic. I mean, anyone who gets
involved with Fisk has to be either
crazy, desperate, or both. I would
know, right?
Smythe doesn't respond.
NORMAN
I should have known after the break
in that this would happen.
Fisk doesn't stop until he gets
what he's after. I should have seen
it coming. I suppose in some
twisted way this is all my fault.
SMYTHE
Stromm was unstable. There's
nothing you could have done.
Norman looks over at Smythe with a cold glare as the elevator
comes to a stop. The door remains closed. Smythe presses the
button to open them, but nothing happens.
NORMAN
But there was...
Smythe looks at Norman nervously. He's about to speak, but
before he has a chance, Norman catches him with a HARD BACK
HAND to the face. Smythe staggers back, stunned.
NORMAN
I trusted the wrong people.
Norman kicks him HARD in the gut. Smythe hunches over in pain
as a small drop of blood falls from his mouth.
NORMAN
I trusted you.
Norman grabs him by the collar, lifting him up, and pressing
him against the wall. He looks him dead in the eye.
NORMAN
That's not a mistake I'll make
again.
Norman releases him and backs away.
NORMAN
I hope it was worth it.
The doors slide open revealing two LARGE MEN in suits. They
both sport matching tattoos over their left eyes.
SMYTHE
Norman, you... no! This is a
mistake! You can't do this!
Norman turns and exits the elevator.
NORMAN
Can't do what? I was never here.
Smythe's expression quickly changes from one of desperation
to one of panic. He rushes out of the elevator.
The two men grab him, shoving him back inside. They enter
behind him as Norman looks on. The doors slide closed.
SMYTHE
(through the door)
Norman!
Off Norman's cold expression:
INT. FREDDIE'S LOFT - LIVING ROOM
Our four mutants are seated in a circle, with the loot from
the pawn shop robbery spread out on the floor.
MORTIMER
What a score! We really lucked out
this time.
FREDDIE
Luck had nothing to do with it. We
got our new secret weapon!
EILEEN
I don't care what it is. We're
three grand richer, that's all that
counts.
Bobby has been awfully quiet. Freddie picks up on this.
FREDDIE
You alright?
BOBBY
What? Oh, yeah. I'm just... trying
to take it all in. We fought Spider
Man! I mean, that's pretty crazy.
FREDDIE
Don't worry about him. We've got
bigger fish to fry.
Mortimer and Eileen lean in, interested.
FREDDIE
Now that we've got Snowman here, I
think it's time we move on to
bigger and better things.
He shoves the pile of loot roughly, almost with disdain.
FREDDIE
This stuff here, it's only the tip
of the iceberg. It's nothing
compared to what we could be doing.
EILEEN
Got anything in mind?
FREDDIE
How does an armored truck sound?
They all react.
MORTIMER
Sounds dangerous. I'm in.
EILEEN
You know I'm with you.
They all turn to Bobby, who looks as nervous as ever.
FREDDIE
What about it, Bobby? You game?
Off Bobby's confused face:
FADE OUT:
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
Peter stands just inside his closet, tossing bits of clothing
out onto his bed, and onto the floor. He picks through his
closet a bit more before pulling out a white shirt.
He goes to the mirror, holding the shirt up to his chest.
PETER
Eh...
He tosses the shirt away, then picks up another, more casual
shirt, which he seems to be more comfortable with.
He looks up at the clock, which reads 7:45pm.
EXT. PARKER HOME - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT
Peter rushes out the door, wearing the more casual shirt. He
looks nervous, excited, and jittery all rolled into one.
Just as he shuts the door behind him, A LOUD CRASH is heard
in the distance. Peter looks up with a frown.
He looks at his watch, and with his annoyed sigh we:
CUT TO:
EXT. QUEENS - STREETSIDE - NIGHT
A large section of the street is in chaos, with people
fleeing the scene. AN ARMORED TRUCK has crashed into the side
of a brick building, a large sheet of ice on the road nearby.
The sound of twisting steel can be heard as we move to the
rear of the truck and find Freddie breaking the locks on the
door. He's wearing the same outfit as the night before.
Mortimer leaps down from a building, landing beside a
confused looking Bobby and a smiling Eileen.
BOBBY
Won't the cops show up again?
MORTIMER
Probably. It's cool, though. They
can't stop us.
BOBBY
I don't know about you, but I'm not
bullet proof.
EILEEN
Just ice 'em before they have a
chance to shoot. You'll be fine.
Freddie pulls, and gradually manages to edge open the back
door of the truck. Eileen and Mortimer watch on in
anticipation, and as Freddie finally pulls it open.
Inside are stacks upon stacks, bags upon bags of CASH.
EILEEN
There is no way we've got room for
all that.
FREDDIE
That's why we're taking the truck.
MORTIMER
Taking the truck?! Are you crazy?
FREDDIE
Trust me. Get in.
Freddie walks around to the front of the truck, while the
other hop into the back with the money. They turn back to
shut the doors and find Spider-Man has arrived.
SPIDER-MAN
Couldn't you have waited a few
hours? I've got plans tonight!
MORTIMER
We've got trouble, Fred!
Freddie looks back, then PUNCHES the door right off its
hinges, sending it flying across the street.
FREDDIE
Take him down!
Mortimer hops out, then looks back at Bobby.
MORTIMER
You coming?
Bobby looks on, uncertain.
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - GYM
The gym is decorated for the dance. Streamers everywhere, and
other decorations hanging from the roof, giving the room a
definite 90's vibe as "Feel Me Flow" by Naughty By Nature
plays over the loud speakers.
Standing against a wall is Mary Jane, looking elegant, but
with a glum look plastered across her face. She makes her way
to the DJ table and is forced to a double take when she sees
Eddie and what he's wearing.
He's dressed Vanilla Ice-style, from the parachute pants, to
the phony hair-do. Despite herself, Mary Jane laughs.
EDDIE
Not exactly the reaction I was
going for, but thanks anyway!
He returns to his DJing for a moment, then looks back and
notices the glum look at her face.
EDDIE
What's wrong?
MARY JANE
Have you seen Peter today?
EDDIE
Your knight in shining tuxedo
running late, eh?
MARY JANE
Looks that way.
EDDIE
Don't sweat it. He'll be here.
Probably just got side-tracked.
CUT TO:
EXT. QUEENS - STREETSIDE - NIGHT
The four mutants surround Spider-Man as several POLICE CARS
speed onto the scene. OFFICERS step out, their guns aimed.
LEAD OFFICER
Alright, hands on your head! All of
you! That means you, too, Spidey!
SPIDER-MAN
Oh, that's right, arrest the guy
who's here to help!
Mortimer FLIPS into the air, landing behind two cops and
landing two solid KICKS to the back of their heads, rendering
them unconcious. The other cops open fire, but Mortimer leaps
out of the way before they can get a clear shot.
Freddie grabs the door he ripped off, and THROWS it at the
cops, causing several of them to duck down. Mortimer takes
this opportunity to snatch their guns away.
Bobby watches on, not really wanting to get involved.
Spider-Man runs to Freddie, who fakes a right, then DRILLS
him with a left hook, sending Spidey into the truck.
Freddie grabs him and attempts another punch, but Spider-Man
moves and he hits the truck instead.
Eileen sneaks up next to Spider-Man, and places her hand on
the small of his back. She stares at him expectantly.
Nothing happens.
EILEEN
(stunned)
What the hell are you?
Spidey's sense goes off. Behind him, Mortimer is in mid-air,
preparing to pounce. Spider-Man quickly spins out of the way,
then WEBS Mortimer's hands to his body. He lands one solid
PUNCH to his jaw, then a KICK, knocking Mortimer down.
Eileen jumps on Spidey's back. He flips her over as gently as
he can, then shoves her back into Mortimer, webbing them both
together at the waist, and then to the side of the truck.
Freddie lets out a snarl - it's almost inhumane - and rushes
towards Spidey, who is caught off guard. Freddie knocks him
clear across the street, where he dives on top of him.
Spider-Man is dazed as Freddie approaches, a crowbar in hand.
He stands over Spidey, a smirk on his face.
FREDDIE
Looks like you've finally met your
match, bug boy.
Freddie raises the crowbar in preparation to strike...
But it never comes, as his arm is suddenly FROZEN in place.
He looks back and finds Bobby standing behind him.
FREDDIE
What the hell are you doing? I
thought you were one of us?!
BOBBY
So did I...
Before he can react, Spider-Man lands a HARD PUNCH to
Freddie's jaw, knocking him back. He leaps back to his feet
and webs up Freddie, placing him with the others.
Spider-Man looks back and sees Bobby fleeing the scene.
SPIDER-MAN
Bobby, wait!
He fires a burst of webbing at Bobby, striking him in the
back, then with his other hand fires a strand upwards,
swinging them both up and onto:
EXT. ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS
The two land, and Bobby breaks away, frantically searching
for an exit strategy.
BOBBY
What do you want from me?
SPIDER-MAN
I just want to help you, Bobby.
BOBBY
How do you know my name?
Spider-Man hesitates, then reaches up and pulls his mask off.
Bobby looks on, shocked at what he sees.
BOBBY
Peter? What... I mean...
PETER
Long story.
Bobby turns away from him.
PETER
Bobby, you've got to stop this.
This isn't the way you want to live
your life. There's a better way!
BOBBY
Oh, and what's that? Put on a mask
and do the super hero thing? That
may be your deal, but I can't...
PETER
Nobody's asking you to, but you
have a family, friends, people who
care about you. You can't just run
off like this. There's more out
there for you.
BOBBY
I just don't know what to do,
Peter. My life... everything's
ruined. Nobody will ever look at me
the same way again
PETER
It doesn't have to be that way.
There's so much you can do with
your abilities, you...
BOBBY
I don't want to do anything with my
abilities! I want a normal life,
where people don't look at me like
a freak!
PETER
You're not a freak, Bobby. That's
not what this is. Trust me, you can
live a normal life with these
abilities.
BOBBY
Like you?
PETER
I do what I do because I need to do
it. It's my choice. You have one
too, a choice. I just want to make
sure you make the right one.
(beat)
Look, I know some people who can
help you. Or at least they'll know
who can. You don't have to live
like this. There is help out there.
BOBBY
Help?
PETER
If you want it.
Bobby looks at his hands. He closes his eyes tight, and takes
a deep breath. Finally, he looks up at Peter.
BOBBY
I'd like that.
Peter breaths a sigh of relief.
BOBBY
But there's one thing I need to
know...
PETER
What's that?
BOBBY
Where did you get that God awful
costume from?
Peter gives him an odd look. Bobby grins.
PETER
Long story. Maybe I'll tell you
some time...
(beat, realizes)
Oh God, what time is it?
CUT TO:
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - GYM
The dance continues. Mary Jane is still alone, sitting in a
chair, and watching everyone around her enjoying themselves.
ANGLE ON THE ENTRANCE DOORS
As Gwen enters, slowly, almost cautiously.
She's dressed for a night out. Though not dressed 90's style,
she turns heads as she enters the room.
BACK TO SCENE as she catches Eddie's eye. He stares in silent
awe at her. His heart must be beating a thousand miles an
hour. She smiles at him from across the room, and he quickly
jumps down from the DJ stand and runs to her.
EDDIE
You came!
GWEN
I came.
He looks at her, that twinkle returning to his eye.
EDDIE
You look... I mean...
GWEN
Easy, sparky.
He leans in closer to her, grabbing her hands.
EDDIE
You look amazing.
Gwen smiles, blushes.
GWEN
And you look...
EDDIE
Dashing? Handsome? So good you
can't keep your hands off me?
GWEN
Ridiculous.
Eddie continues to smile.
EDDIE
Hang on a sec...
He ducks back to the podium, picking up the microphone.
EDDIE
Alright guys, I'm gonna have to
step out for just a sec, so try not
to miss me too much!
(protest from the crowd)
I know, I know! I'm gonna miss you
guys, too!
He shuffles through some CD's, finally pulling out one.
EDDIE
This next song goes out to a very
special someone. Someone who I just
happen to be crazy about, and who
also happens to be standing right
here in front of me.
(beat, smiles)
Now, if you'll excuse me...
With that, he presses play and "Hooch" by Everything begins
to play over the loud speakers.
He returns to Gwen's side, and takes her hand. She's got a
constant grin on her face, and keeps her eyes trained on his.
EDDIE
May I have this dance?
She giggles, and leans into him, as they begin to sway to the
beat of the music. She lies her head down on his shoulder.
GWEN
Thank you.
EDDIE
For what?
GWEN
For reconfirming my faith in this
cheesy, cliche, high school dance.
EDDIE
An oldie, but a goodie.
GWEN
First you put this piece of fluff
masquerading as a song on, now
we're dancing, and I'm pretty sure
in about two seconds we're going
to...
Eddie cuts her off by capturing her lips in a kiss. They
continue swaying to the music as the kiss deepens.
Watching from nearby, Mary Jane has had enough. She stands
and quickly exits the gym, almost running.
FADE TO:
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