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INT. FISK TOWER - HALLWAY
A clean hallway, one among many in the building. Robbie walks
into frame from around the corner, his maintenance outfit on.
ANGLE ON HIS EAR
And a small, black earpiece, about the size of a hearing aid,
placed within his left ear.
BACK TO Robbie as he continues down the hall.
CRAIG (O.S.)
(filtered; through mic)
Surprised?
FISK (O.S.)
(also filtered)
It appears I may have
underestimated you, Craig. It looks
like everyone's favorite 'good guy'
lawyer can lie and cheat with the
best of them...
CRAIG
Something tells me you respect
that.
FISK
I understand it.
As Robbie walks, the conversation fills with static, and as
he adjusts his movements, the static fades. He moves around,
trying to find the best spot for good reception.
CUT TO:
INT. FISK TOWER - HALLWAY (OTHER)
An identical hallway, just around the corner from where
Robbie is. Solomon walks into frame, his sights set on
Robbie. He slowly proceeds around the corner as we:
BACK TO:
INT. FISK TOWER - HALLWAY
Robbie finds a spot with good reception, and kneels down, as
if working on something. He grabs a mic from his pocket, and
speaking into it.
ROBBIE
You need to get something more
concrete. He's...
INT. FISK'S OFFICE
Craig reacts at the sound of Robbie's voice. He's obviously
been fitted with a receiver.
ROBBIE
... not giving us what we need.
Craig doesn't react.
CRAIG
(to Fisk)
I have a family, Fisk. They're the
only reason I ever took this job
with you. If I have to bend the
rules a little for them, so be it.
(beat)
But I guess you know all about
bending the rules.
FISK
As you said, sometimes you've just
got to do what's necessary.
CRAIG
If that how you justified having a
man's family killed?
Fisk frowns.
FISK
I know you must think I'm the devil
incarnate. And you may be right,
but I never intended for any
innocents to get hurt.
Craig reacts with mock surprise.
CRAIG
(mock realization)
His family wasn't the target. He
was. You wanted him all along.
FISK
He wasn't willing to cooperate. He
left me no choice.
CRAIG
I find it hard to believe your men
would have went after his family
without your permission.
FISK
This conversation's starting to
sound an awful lot like a police
interrogation, Craig.
CRAIG
Just trying to figure out what type
of sick son of a bitch sends his
men to kill a man's family.
As Fisk prepares to answer:
CUT TO:
INT. FISK TOWER - HALLWAY
Robbie continues to listen in.
FISK (O.S.)
(filtered)
A desperate one.
ROBBIE
Better, better. Keep him going and
get the money. That'll be...
SOLOMON (O.S.)
The last thing you ever do.
Robbie's eyes widen. Solomon grabs him, and SLINGS him up,
tossing him across the hall, into the wall.
Robbie does a forward roll, ducking Solomon's attempt at a
punch. He quickly gets to his feet, takes a swing at Solomon,
then takes off running down the hall.
Solomon glares ahead, draws his gun, and gives chase as we:
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
INT. FISK TOWER - MAINTENANCE AREA
A large storage area for various tools, dimly lit, with a few
pieces of larger equipment lying about.
Robbie comes running in, stepping to the side, where he finds
broom. He quickly SNAPS it over his leg, providing him with a
makeshift weapon.
He waits for a moment just beside the entrance. Solomon comes
rushing in, chasing him. Robbie responds with a stiff shot to
the face with the broom handle.
Solomon staggers back. Robbie takes the opportunity to KICK
the gun out of his hand, and TACKLE him to the floor.
ROBBIE
Thank four years of varsity for
that!
Solomon blocks several punches, then lands one of his own to
Robbie's face. He falls backward, cradling his nose.
ROBBIE
Okay, that never happened on the
field!
Robbie gets to his feet, then continues his running. He
exits, leaving Solomon to track down his gun.
INT. FISK TOWER - ELEVATOR
Robbie quickly steps into the elevator. Before the doors can
shut completely, Solomon appears down the hall, giving chase.
The doors slide shut just before he can reach them, giving
Robbie cause to breathe a sigh of relief.
He speaks into his mic:
ROBBIE
If you haven't heard by now, it's
time to get the hell out of here!
INT. FISK'S OFFICE
Craig hears this, barely reacting. Fisk has a slip of paper
in his hand, which he hands to Craig.
FISK
It may take a couple of days, but
rest assured, the money will be
there by the middle of the week.
Craig glances at the paper.
CRAIG
What about my partner?
FISK
I've arranged for a modest
transfer. If he's not satisfied,
you'll just have to remind him who
it is he's dealing...
Before he can finish his sentence, Solomon BURSTS through the
office doors!
SOLOMON
It's a set-up!
Fisk reacts, turning to Craig with a look of hatred.
FISK
I should have known you wouldn't
have the backbone to go through
with this!
Craig panics, taking off toward the elevator. Solomon GRABS
him, shoving him back. He grabs Craig's head, tilting it to
the side, and finding the receiver in his ear.
SOLOMON
He's wired.
Fisk approaches him slowly.
FISK
You've just made your last mistake,
Watson.
(to Solomon)
Bring him.
Solomon drags Craig toward the elevator. Fisk follows, but
just as the doors slide open...
Robbie leaps out, hitting Solomon with what can only be
described as a flying kick. Solomon drops Craig, and hits
Fisk, knocking them both to the floor.
Robbie and Craig rush to the office door, and through.
Fisk watches them leave with a glare.
INT. FISK TOWER - STAIRWAY
Craig and Robbie RUSH down the stairs as fast as their feet
can carry them.
ROBBIE
He take the bait?
CRAIG
Looks that way.
The finally reach the end of the stairs, and exit into:
EXT. FISK TOWER - PARKING GARAGE
The same parking garage from before. Craig and Robbie
continue their mad dash, heading for his Jeep.
As they slam the doors shut, Solomon emerges from the
stairway, his gun aimed.
He fires a shot! Craig and Robbie duck down!
The driver's side window is shattered. Robbie starts the Jeep
and floors it!
As the Jeep speeds away, Solomon takes several more SHOTS,
hitting the back of the Jeep, but nothing more.
He watches, upset, as the Jeep speeds out of view.
FADE TO:
EXT. GWEN'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - NIGHT
Mary Jane exits the house, shutting the door behind her. She
turns to leave, but finds Peter standing in the driveway.
She stops, surprised.
MARY JANE
Peter. Hey.
PETER
Your mom said I'd find you here.
Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
MARY JANE
No, I was just going...
(beat)
To see you, actually.
Peter walks toward the porch, Mary Jane toward him. They meet
half way, both looking nervous.
PETER
Hey, I know we haven't really
talked lately...
(beat)
At all, but I owe you an apology.
MARY JANE
Yeah, you do, but don't worry about
it. I over-reacted, and I'm sorry
for that. I just had this idea
that...
PETER
I really did want to be there. I
mean, I do. I want to be. There's
just so much going on with me right
now, and I can't even explain it.
You wouldn't believe me if I tried,
but I never wanted things to turn
out the way they have.
(beat)
I let you down. I did, and I'm
sorry. And sorry that I can't
promise it won't happen again,
but... I am going to try.
Mary Jane smiles.
MARY JANE
That's all I wanted.
PETER
I know, and I know I suck at this,
but I don't want you to ever think
that you're not...
(grins)
'Up there' somewhere.
Mary Jane grins at the reference to her own words.
MARY JANE
Somewhere, eh?
Peter smirks.
PETER
I just never thought I had to tell
you that.
MARY JANE
(broad grin)
A little reminder never hurt
anyone.
They hug, and from Peter's perspective we see Eddie and Gwen
watching from inside, both grinning ear-to-ear.
Eddie pokes his head out, and is about to speak when:
MARY JANE
Shut up, Eddie.
He stops, breaking into a wider grin. Peter and Mary Jane
finally break.
PETER
I don't know about you, but that's
a load off my mind.
She laughs, and ruffles his hair some.
MARY JANE
You have no idea.
They head toward the house, laughing.
MARY JANE
Hey, have you talked to Robbie
lately?
PETER
Robbie?
CUT TO:
INT. ROBBIE'S JEEP - FRONT SEAT
Robbie sits, with his head leaned back and his eyes closed,
in the driver's seat. Craig is beside him, holding a tape
recorder.
FISK
(filtered; through tape)
I know you must think I'm the devil
incarnate. And you may be right,
but I never intended for any
innocents to get hurt.
Craig reacts with mock surprise.
CRAIG
(mock realization)
His family wasn't the target. He
was. You wanted him all along.
FISK
He wasn't willing to cooperate. He
left me no choice.
Craig stops the tape. He takes it out and slips it into a
mailing envelope, sealing it and handing it to Robbie.
CRAIG
You think that'll do it?
ROBBIE
I hope so. We don't have much time.
I'm gonna take this to the Bugle.
If I'm right, Jonah's going to be
chomping at the bits to print it.
CRAIG
You think he'll come after us?
ROBBIE
Not if he wants to keep it out of
the press. I'm guessing you can
expect to hear from him with
another offer sooner or later.
(then)
Fisk isn't stupid, he knows if
anything happens to us, he's
screwed.
(then)
You did contact your guy?
Craig nods.
CRAIG
Foggy's a friend. He won't let us
down.
ROBBIE
Alright then. We should lay low for
a while. We don't wanna give
sunshine any ideas.
A beat before Craig responds.
CRAIG
What have we gotten ourselves into?
ROBBIE
Don't worry, it'll be over soon.
And Fisk will be in prison where he
belongs. He can't run forever.
Off Craig's uncertain expression:
FADE TO:
INT. FISK'S OFFICE
Fisk sits behind his desk, nursing a bruise on his forehead.
Standing across from him is Solomon.
FISK
You're certain?
SOLOMON
You were being recorded. The entire
conversation.
Fisk takes this information in.
SOLOMON
Would you like me to take care of
them? I can bring in some help.
FISK
No. Watson's probably got the tape
ready to be released the moment
anything happens to him. I can't
risk it. He's not stupid.
SOLOMON
What about the intern?
FISK
We'll deal with them together.
SOLOMON
It won't take them long to release
the information.
FISK
I have connections who can buy us
some time, but it won't be enough.
This needs to end. Now.
SOLOMON
Just say the word.
Fisk nods.
FISK
You know what to do.
Solomon nods, then heads for the exit.
Off Fisk's stone cold expression:
FADE TO BLACK.
END OF SHOW
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