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TEASER
FADE IN:
INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION
A dark room. That's about all we can tell, and from the way
the FOOTSTEPS echo, it must be pretty big.
After a moment, the footsteps stop. A familiar voice speaks:
VOICE (O.S.)
I was told you were the best. If I
wanted someone taken out, you were
the ones to call.
NEW ANGLE TO REVEAL FOUR MEN standing in the shadows. They
step into a faint ray of light shining in through the windows
and we can now make out a few more details about them.
They wear loose-fitting gear, mostly camo of various colors,
and heavy black boots. If we didn't know better, we might
think they were just heading off to go deer hunting.
They're a rag-tag group to be sure. They are THE CHESS CLUB.
One steps forward, a confident smirk on his face. He sports
short hair and a goatee, and seems to be the one in charge.
This is HERMAN SCHULTZ.
He speaks with a slight southern accent.
SCHULTZ
You heard right. There's nothing me
and my boys can't get done. For the
right price.
VOICE (O.S.)
I assure you, money is not an
issue.
SCHULTZ
Just the way we like it.
(beat)
So, what can we do for you?
VOICE (O.S.)
It won't be an easy job. He will
put up a fight.
SCHULTZ
There a name?
Schultz is handed a manila folder, which he opens to read. He
reacts with mild surprise.
SCHULTZ
You don't aim small, do ya?
VOICE (O.S.)
Are you implying you're not up to
the challenge?
Schultz' expression hardens.
SCHULTZ
There ain't a challenge out there
we ain't up to. Rest assured, it
won't be a problem.
(reads more)
Looks like you've been doing some
digging. This stuff ain't exactly
public record.
VOICE (O.S.)
My methods are of no concern to
you. I want him taken out. For
good. Do we have a deal?
Schultz flips through a few more pages, then nods.
SCHULTZ
That we do.
Schultz glances down at the folder with great interest as we:
FADE OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
EXT. PARKER HOME - MORNING
Establishing shot of Peter's house.
PETER (PRE-LAP)
Do you want to make out sometime?
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
Standing in front of his mirror we find PETER, half dressed
for school. He's looking at himself, determined to get
whatever it is he's doing right. He shakes his head.
PETER
I... I mean go out. Not...
(sighs)
Ugh!
He clears his throat. A beat, then:
PETER
I was just kinda thinking... since
it's the last day of school and
all, we should do...
(beat, to himself)
What should we do?
INT. PARKER HOME - HALLWAY - MEANWHILE
MAY stands outside Peter's door, listening in, a wide grin on
her face. We can still hear Peter through the door.
PETER (O.S.)
Dante's? No, she works there.
Maybe...
May steps back, grinning some more. She knocks.
MAY
Peter, are you ready for school?
A loud THUMP as Peter reacts, startled.
PETER (O.S.)
Uh, yeah. Just a sec...
May shakes her head as we:
FADE TO:
EXT. MIDTOWN HIGH - MORNING - LATER
Establishing shot of the school.
EXTREME CLOSE UP on the main doors, and a sign reading: "LAST
DAY OF SCHOOL: SUMMER SCHOOL REGISTRATION NOW OPEN."
"For The Longest Time" by Sherwood serves as our soundtrack.
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - HALLWAY
Peter walks alongside EDDIE as the massive task of locker
cleaning proceeds around them. Many students are holding
large black bags at their feet, dumping piles upon piles of
worthless junk into them.
EDDIE
Call me crazy, but I'm gonna miss
this place over the summer.
Peter gives him slight nod, but it obviously distracted.
EDDIE
What a year, bro. It was a good one
for me, I'll tell you that. I mean,
who else can say they bagged the
hottest chick this side of...
Eddie glances at Peter, notices he's not listening.
EDDIE
You're doing it again!
Peter snaps out of it.
PETER
Doing what again?
EDDIE
That Parker stare, dude. You zone
out; I'm talking dead to the world.
Peter looks downward, fishing for a response. A STUDENT runs
by them, screaming:
STUDENT
(singing)
Schooool's out for the SUMMER!
Behind him a TEACHER walks briskly, trying to catch up.
TEACHER
(mumbles)
Freshmen...
Peter and Eddie both smile, and to Peter's relief, Eddie
changes the subject.
EDDIE
Bro, you and me this summer...
PETER
Yeah?
EDDIE
It's on, man! I can picture it
now...
Eddie puts out his arm around Peter's neck, beckoning him to
visualize:
EDDIE
At the beach. Chillin' with the
ladies. Oh, those ladies...
GWEN (O.S.)
Ahem.
Eddie's smile quickly drops, but returns as he turns to face
GWEN, who stands with her hands on her hips.
EDDIE
Lady. I meant lady. As in...
Just then, THREE GIRLS walk by. Eddie watches with a grin.
EDDIE
Oh, the lad...
Gwen turns his head back to face her.
EDDIE
Eeee. Lady.
(innocent smile)
My lady.... you.
Gwen smiles despite herself, shaking her head.
EDDIE
I was just telling Pete how we're
gonna own the city this summer!
(off Gwen's look)
You can come too!
Eddie swings his arm around Gwen as they all turn towards
Peter's locker. Peter opens it as his friends look on.
PETER
I don't even want to know what's...
(a banana peel falls out)
In here.
GWEN
(to Eddie)
Has he asked her yet?
Eddie shrugs.
GWEN
I'll take that as a no.
(to Peter)
What's the big deal? You know she's
going to say yes.
PETER
(here we go again)
It's complicated.
EDDIE
What's complicated about asking a
girl you've known forever out? It's
like asking your sister out.
(beat, odd looks)
But not... because that would be...
gross.
Gwen shakes her head.
GWEN
You're too clever for your own good
sometimes, babe.
EDDIE
(mock sadness)
It's my curse.
PETER
I'll ask her, I just don't
understand the rush.
Eddie places a hand on Peter's shoulder.
EDDIE
Dude, it's the last day of school,
which means it'll officially be the
biggest night of the year!
(beat)
What better time to ask her?
PETER
(uncertain)
Tonight?
The class bell rings, Eddie frowns. He grabs his backpack and
joins Gwen as they prepare to head off to class.
EDDIE
(points to Peter)
Tonight!
Peter lets out a sigh.
PETER
Tonight.
Off his nervous expression:
FADE TO:
INT. MIDTOWN HIGH - HALLWAY - LATER THAT DAY
Students are all around, planning the summer's events, and
are overall extremely relaxed. A familiar face is racing from
student to student, handing out flyers.
It's INDY. She runs up to a GRADUATE, and animatedly hands
him one of her flyers.
INDY
Oh my God, Kyle! You have got to
come to my party tonight! You have
to. Everyone is going. I mean
everyone.
(beat; hushed)
And don't tell Wally, but there's
going to be...
Kyle grabs the flyer, looking at it without much interest.
KYLE
(interrupting)
Sorry, Indy. It's college parties
from now on for me.
Indy flinches, as if she was just stabbed, but not a moment
later she spots another potential party-goer.
INDY
(screaming)
Emily! Emily, wait up!
We linger where Indy once stood for a beat, until Eddie and
Gwen walk into frame.
GWEN
Okay, I'm pretty sure she's gone
insane this time.
EDDIE
At least she's not on our backs
anymore.
Gwen's eyes are still on her.
GWEN
I mean, she makes you look normal.
The couple both laugh slightly, as Eddie hugs Gwen, shaking
her slightly. Peter walks into frame, a flyer in his hand.
PETER
(reading closely)
Is that copyright text?
Eddie grabs the flyer.
EDDIE
What's a...
(beat, baffled)
Lohoclaeerf?
Gwen peers over his shoulder, reading.
GWEN
Free alcohol, dummy. Spelled
backwards.
PETER
Well that's original.
EDDIE
So, did you ask her?
PETER
Oh, would you guys...
MARY JANE appears behind them, her art portfolio with her.
MARY JANE
Hey, guys!
Peter freezes. Gwen and Eddie spin around.
GWEN
(surprised)
MJ!
(beat)
Eddie, I have the sudden urge to
make out with you in the closet.
EDDIE
You do?
Gwen shakes her head, a little too fast, then turns her eyes
to Peter and Mary Jane.
EDDIE
(dawning)
Ah!
(casual)
I'm down.
They scat, quickly, leaving Mary Jane and Peter alone. From
the distance, Eddie raises his hand.
EDDIE
(distance scream)
Go get her, tiger!
MARY JANE
What was that about?
(beat)
And why is Eddie calling you tiger?
PETER
He's Eddie. Is there ever an
explanation?
MARY JANE
Guess not.
Peter stands in silence as Mary Jane looks at him. She can
guess what's going on, but is waiting for Peter to act first.
A beat, as they look at each other, then:
MARY JANE
So...
PETER
Last day.
MARY JANE
Yep.
More silence.
MARY JANE
Okay then, I'm gonna go...
PETER
(interrupting)
Hey, wait...
The awkward silence returns.
MARY JANE
I'm waiting...
PETER
I... I mean...
Mary Jane rolls her eyes. She's had enough of the games.
MARY JANE
Gwen told me about tonight.
PETER
(confused)
She did?
MARY JANE
(smiles)
No, what about tonight?
Peter sighs. Busted.
PETER
I was kinda thinking we could...
you know... I mean...
Mary Jane continues to smile. She can't help but find this
cute, even if Peter is tanking.
PETER
Go out.
(quickly)
With Eddie and Gwen.
MARY JANE
Well, that depends...
Peter's expression falls flat, dreading what's coming.
PETER
Depends?
MARY JANE
On if you actually plan on showing
up this time.
PETER
(beaming, but hiding it)
I'll be there. Promise.
Letting go a breath of relief, Peter turns around to close
his locker, just as Eddie and Gwen return. It seems they DID
have a go at each other.
Gwen and Eddie look to both Mary Jane and Peter for some kind
of sign, but are rejected as they both act like nothing.
The class bell rings.
MARY JANE
(grins)
See you then.
Gwen and Mary Jane walk off. Eddie, it seems, it about to
explode with anticipation.
Once they're out of earshot:
EDDIE
So?! How'd it go?
Peter just grins as we:
FADE TO:
EXT. QUEENS - FOREST HILLS - AFTERNOON
The quiet suburban neighborhood, as it's always been. A few
cars pass by, but one catches our attention.
It's a sleek BLACK VAN, creeping along. It looks brand new,
with the windows tinted.
INT. BLACK VAN
The van is apparently the domain of the Chess Club. In the
driver's seat is a man in his 40's wearing a NASCAR hat,
we'll come to know him as SHERMAN BONNER.
To his right in the passenger seat is Schultz.
BONNER
You sure this is the right place?
We've circled the block five times
and ain't seen a damn thing.
SCHULTZ
Just going on the info, Sherm. You
got a better idea?
BONNER
How about going back and asking
Darth Vader if he's got some intel
that makes half a lick of sense?
Schultz, ignoring the comment, looks to the back of the van,
which has been cleared of seats. In their place are several
flat-panel monitors, and various other tech equipment, along
with what appears to be a small, high-tech arsenal.
Sitting on opposite sides we find the final two members of
the team. One is a tall, hulking black man; STEWART LUTHOR.
The other is tall and well-built as well, but looks less so
next to the massive Luthor; ELIJAH MASON.
SCHULTZ
Anything?
MASON
Just some old lady walking her dog.
LUTHOR
And the ice cream man.
Mason does a double take.
MASON
Ice cream?
Schultz continues his own survey of the neighborhood, which
looks plain as day.
SCHULTZ
Something's gotta give. Gotta be
out here somewhere.
BONNER
Something's up, boss. Why would
someone like him be hanging out
here in Pleasantville?
SCHULTZ
You heard the man, we might not
find him in person, but if we hang
around long enough we'll find
someone who can lead us to him.
BONNER
Ain't there a yellow brick road in
this story?
MASON
We got something!
Schultz climbs into the back of the van. Mason points to one
of the monitors.
ANGLE ON MONITOR
An SUV passes into frame, then slowly out, revealing Mary
Jane walking down the sidewalk toward her house, passing the
aforementioned OLD LADY and her dog, and the ICE CREAM TRUCK.
SCHULTZ
The description match?
MASON
Sure as hell does.
Off Schultz' plotting expression:
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
INT. PARKER HOME - PETER'S ROOM
Peter has his head deep inside his closet, desperately
searching for something to wear.
PETER
(screaming)
Aunt May!
He begins pulling out various items of clothing, throwing
them behind him. One shirt hits MAY as she enters. She tosses
it to the floor as Peter gives an apologetic smiles.
PETER
Sorry.
(then)
Have you seen my black shirt?
MAY
The button-up one?
Peter grabs a bottle of cologne and splashes it on.
PETER
Yeah.
May stares at him, a look of pride in her eyes.
PETER
What?
MAY
Your Uncle Ben would be so proud of
you.
Peter smiles; May brings her hand up to his shoulder.
MAY
(grins)
You look so handsome. Mary Jane is
one lucky girl.
PETER
(abashed)
Aunt May...
She hugs him, and he returns the embrace. Out of the corner
of his eye, Peter catches a glimpse of TV, and the news.
NEWSWOMAN
(on television)
Police were unable to identify the
culprit, but he is believed to be
armed and extremely dangerous.
Peter frowns, clearly annoyed. May releases her grip, takes
one last prideful look at him and exits.
INSERT NEWSCAST
NEWSWOMAN
Reports indicate he was last
spotted in the area of downtown
Queens. If you spot this man...
A sketch of the criminal appears behind the newswoman.
NEWSWOMAN
Please contact the police. Again,
do not approach the suspect...
BACK TO SCENE to find the room empty and the window open.
A beat, then May returns, holding a black shirt.
MAY
Peter, I found your...
(confused)
Peter?
Off her baffled expression:
EXT. QUEENS - STREET - AFTERNOON
A MASKED MAN pushes through the crowd, shouting obscenities.
The sound of POLICE SIRENS echo in the distance.
The man rushes past a building, not noticing SPIDER-MAN
standing above. Spidey fires a single BURST of webbing,
tripping the man up.
EXT. QUEENS - SIDEWALK - CONTINUOUS
Spider-Man drops down to street level. The crook tries to
scramble away, but Spidey catches him with a HARD PUNCH.
SPIDER-MAN
That's right, run from the big
scary mutant in the mask!
(sighs)
Let's see what we're dealing with
here...
Spidey fishes out the man's wallet, looking at his ID
SPIDER-MAN
Hey there...
(squints)
Humperdink? Someone's parents must
have been really bored. You know,
you really should try and get as
far away as possible after you rob
a jewelry store.
(then)
Oh, and next time, try to avoid the
super heroes. It's usually kind of
lame to get caught before you make
it back to your lair.
Spider-Man pushes him against the wall, and shoots a burst of
webbing at his torso. He's not going anywhere.
The sirens reach a maximum high as a police cruiser spins
into view, it's lights flashing and siren blaring.
SPIDER-MAN
Look's like your ride is here,
Hump... Or do you prefer Dink?
The COPS rush the scene.
OFFICER
You!
SPIDER-MAN
Save it, I'm running late.
Spidey LEAPS into the air, firing a burst of webbing into the
air, and swinging out of view.
Off the Officer:
INT. DAILY BUGLE - MAIN FLOOR
Various staff go about their day. Some busy, trying to get
their articles in by deadline, and others walking around
frantically as if they're already passed their allotted time.
ROBBIE ROBERTSON is sitting at his desk, on the phone with a
familiar someone:
CRAIG (O.S.)
(filtered; through phone)
Is that the best you can do? It's
been over a week. It's a wonder
we're still breathing.
ROBBIE
Don't worry, it'll only be another
day or two. I've got my guy working
on it as we speak.
CRAIG
What's the hold up?
ROBBIE
Beats me. I'm guessing Fisk has
connections all over the place. If
Enrique wasn't so damn crazy I
doubt I'd have ever been able to
talk him into doing this.
CRAIG
The nut house grows.
Suddenly, a knock at the window gets Robbie's attention. He
glances up and his eyes widen at the sight of Spider-Man.
ROBBIE
I, ah... I gotta go.
Robbie hangs up the phone. He glances around, but nobody
seems to have noticed Spidey at the window. They're all too
busy with their own work.
Spidey points upward, then disappears.
Robbie looks around covertly, hoping no one has noticed.
EXT. DAILY BUGLE - ROOFTOP - MOMENTS LATER
Robbie appears from the roof-access door, where Peter stands,
now out of costume, stuffing it into a grocery bag.
ROBBIE
What the hell are you doing?
PETER
I was in the neighborhood.
ROBBIE
You could have been seen down
there, man.
Peter shrugs.
PETER
I forgot my cell...
ROBBIE
What's going on?
Peter tosses him the bag with the costume in it.
PETER
I need you to hold onto this for
me. I'm running late.
ROBBIE
Late for what?
PETER
Kinda got this thing tonight...
(then)
With MJ.
Robbie cocks an eyebrow.
ROBBIE
Like a date?
PETER
I wouldn't call it a...
Robbie gives him an enthusiastic pat on the back.
ROBBIE
Way to go, man! It's about time!
PETER
Hopefully the city won't blow up
while we're out tonight.
Robbie chuckles at the remark, but then realizes Peter is
more serious then he first realized.
ROBBIE
It's not your responsibility to
catch everybody, Pete.
PETER
Tell that to the newscasters.
(beat)
I feel bad about going out to have
fun. I have a responsibility.
ROBBIE
You can't be Spider-Man all the
time. It's not healthy. Besides,
even Clark has Lois.
PETER
What?
ROBBIE
Look, just go out and have some
fun. You've earned it. Let the cops
handle things for a change.
PETER
Yeah?
ROBBIE
Yeah.
Peter glances down at Robbie's watch.
PETER
Hey, what time is it?
ROBBIE
A little after eight.
Peter reacts...
PETER
Oh, crap!
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