CUT TO

INT. OSBORN HOUSE - NIGHT

Closeup of a computer screen, displaying OsCorp's database. A password dialog box pops up.

Tighter closeup of the dialog box. We hear the tapping of a ketboard as five asterisks fill the password space. A singular tap on a key implies that "Enter" has been pressed.

INVALID PASSWORD. ACCESS DENIED.

Six asterisks this time. Enter.

INVALID PASSWORD. ACCESS DENIED.

A pause for a moment. The hacker tries to think of what the password might be.

HACKER
(o.s.)
Wait a sec...

Five asterisks. Enter.

PASSWORD ACCEPTED. LOGGING "NORMAN OSBORN" ONTO OSCORP DATABASE. PLEASE WAIT.

The dialog box vanishes, and is soon replaced with the OsCorp mainframe. The cursor glides over to a folder marked, "Private files". The folder is clicked on, and the password dialog pops up again. This time the five asterisks are typed in without delay, and the box disappears, replaced with a list of things Norman Osborn doesn't want to be in his company's official records. The list includes twenty highly dangerous and illegal chemical compouds, and specs for Otto Octavius' cybernetic body parts.

PAN AWAY from the screen, to the mouse, on which a hand taps its finger lightly. PAN RIGHT until we see the face of the hacker, illuminated by the screen in the otherwise dark room: Harry Osborn.

HARRY
(to himself)
Wow...a lot of suspicious-looking stuff here, Dad.
(beat)
Care to explain all this to your loving son?

CUT TO

INT. TRAINING ROOM - NIGHT

Closeup of Spider-Man's face as it hangs forward, unconscious.

OSBORN
(o.s.)
Time to wake up, Mister Spider...

Spidey slowly comes around, and raises his head to look up.

SPIDER-MAN
Uhhhrrrr...not again...

POV: SPIDER-MAN

Norman Osborn's visage swims in and out of focus, before finally remaining in focus.

OSBORN
You've been asleep long enough. It's been four hours. I could've woken you sooner, but I wanted you to be well-rested.

SPIDER-MAN
(o.s.)
N...Norman Osborn...

OSBORN
Yes, I see you recognize me.

Wider shot. Spidey is shackled to the back wall in a large steel room by high-tech manacles engulfing both hands and wrists. As it turns out, this is the same training room we saw Octavius testing his new cybernetics in. Osborn stands at the center of the room, his voice echoing off the walls. We notice he isn't wearing his typical business suit, but what appears to be a black jumpsuit of some sort, making him look like he's either going to fix an engine or kick someone's ass. He still manages to look imposing.

SPIDER-MAN
Where...where am I?

OSBORN
That's not terribly important. Suffice to say you're in a place few have seen. This is the true base of operations for OsCorp. As for its specific location? You don't need to know.

Closeup of Spider-Man, whose head is clearing, and his brain attempts to piece things together.

SPIDER-MAN
Where's Octavius? I remember running into him, and passing out. Now I'm here.

EXT. HALLWAY CORRIDOR - NIGHT

Octavius listens to the conversation while leaning on a wall in the hallway, patiently waiting for the door to open.

OSBORN
(v.o.)
He's here, and guarding the door from the outside. Even if you manage to escape those manacles and me, you'll still have to contend with him once you make it through the door.

INT. TRAINING ROOM - NIGHT

Spider-Man absorbs this information.

SPIDER-MAN
Sounds like fun. So why am I here? You in the habit of collecting gaudily-dressed superheroes?

Osborn chuckles.

OSBORN
Not quite. I've been watching you, Spider. I'm intrigued by the fact that you found yourself with all these incredible abilities, and you chose to put them to use as a professional wrestler. Then, for some reason, you became a quote-unquote "superhero". I must admit, I'm curious as to why.

SPIDER-MAN
And this is how you choose to set up an interview with me?
(beat)
It's none of your business why I do that. Besides, what SHOULD I have done with these powers? Knock over banks? Go on a killing spree? Date supermodels? Throw me a bone here.

OSBORN
(shrugging)
Suit yourself. It doesn't matter, anyway; I have all I need from you.

SPIDER-MAN
That being...?

OSBORN
Your D.N.A. From what I understand, your powers were derived from a rather unique version of gene therapy. You received traits from a spider, which combined with your own genome, and--

SPIDER-MAN
--and a bouncing Spider-boy was born. Listen, I'm not usually one to interrupt a science lecture, but I already know this part. Could you skip to what this has to do with you? (beat)
And while you're at it, mind raiding the snack machine? I'm hungry.

Osborn seems less than amused.

OSBORN
The point, dear boy, is that I've always been intrigued by power in all its forms. It took me great pains to attain financial power, saving my father's company from bankruptcy and turning it into a billion-dollar corporation. I've even been working on gaining political power. (walking to Spider-Man)
But recently, I have become aware of another kind of power that only a chosen few seem to possess: superhuman power.

Osborne turns and walks toward the center of the room, hands behind his back as he continues his speech.

OSBORN
The growing mutant population is composed of beings who are genetically born with that power. This intrigued me, so after doing extensive research, I've discovered that mutant gene lies in all humans, but is dormant in most cases. I've also discovered that activating that gene in a nonmutant, an adult especially, tends to be quite fatal. But still I craved that personal power.

SPIDER-MAN
Have you considered Viagra?

OSBORN
(turning sharply to face Spider-Man)
Very funny.
(beat)
Actually, here's where it gets to you: After studying you for a certain amount of time, and obtaining medical information on you from my old friend, Doctor Curtis Connors, I've learned something interesting about your genetic makeup.

SPIDER-MAN
The recombination of my genome from the spider bite activated the dormant mutant gene. Am I right?

Osborn looks impressed.

OSBORN
Hmp. You HAVE been paying attention.

SPIDER-MAN
Hey, I'm a captive audience. So now you're going to say how you've done some more extensive research, and have found a way to kickstart your power by injecting my mutant genes into yourself?

OSBORN
Pretty much. Except a chemical formula called GLN is added to the mix, thereby increasing the potency of the experiment.

SPIDER-MAN
Great. What's the next step? You're going to take a blood sample and get the process rolling?

OCTAVIUS
Actually, I already did that as soon as Octavius brought you here. I've already injected myself, and I can feel the results already.

He studies his arm, clenching and unclenching his fist.

SPIDER-MAN
I'm happy for you. Well, now that you're a satisfied customer, I'll just be on my merry way. So if you'll let me out of these things...

The manacles unlock and open.

SPIDER-MAN
Huh? You ARE letting me go?

OSBORN
Yes, but first I want to take these new powers of mine for a test drive, and I need a sparring partner.

Spider-Man stretches his arms and legs, working the feeling back into his muscles.

SPIDER-MAN
Isn't that what you have Ock for?

OSBORN
Just humor me. Don't you want to repay me for arranging your bouts with him, and your brief imprisonment?

SPIDER-MAN
Well, now that you mention it--

Spidey swings a fist with lighting speed at Osborn's jaw to punctuate his sentence. Osborn's hand catches it an inch from his face and squeezes.

SPIDER-MAN
Agh!

OSBORN
So far, so good. I'm betting I'm as fast as you are.

Osborne punches Spidey across the jaw, sending him sprawling.

OSBORN
And at least as strong.

Spider-Man gets up punches with his other hand, which Osborn sidesteps. Spider-Man begins throwing a barrage of rapid punches and kicks at his opponent, but none of them land. Finally, Osborn avoids a punch, then kicks an overbalanced Spidey in the gut, dropping him. He follows it up with a kick to the face, and Spider-Man is sent rolling.

OSBORN
I haven't even worked up a sweat yet! This is amazing!

Spider-Man slams a foot into Osborn's chest, sending the latter across the room.

SPIDER-MAN
Don't celebrate too hard.

Osborn's back hits the wall, and Spider-Man leaps to his feet, having gotten a second wind.

SPIDER-MAN
C'mon, pal! Now it's my turn!

Osborn charges at Spider-Man, who leaps and flips upwrad to the ceiling. He plants his feet and springs off of it, slamming into Osborn's back. Osborn hits the floor, and Spidey rolls off.

Osborn returns to his feet, and is on the offensive this time, launching punches and kicks at Spider-Man, who uses his agility to his advantage. Spidey leaps off the walls, over and around Osborn so fast Osborn can't keep track of him. Spider-Man tags the openings in Osborn's defenses as he does this, effectively pummelling Norman in the process.

Osborn attemps a roundhouse kick, but he doesn't hit anything, and finds Spider-man gone. He looks around.

SPIDER-MAN
(o.s.)
Up here.

Osborn looks up at Spider-Man, who clings to the ceiling upside down, rolling up his gloves and checking for webshooters.

SPIDER-MAN
Figures you'd confiscate my webshooters. But that's okay; I'll get 'em back.
(beat)
So tell me: what's it like to get your butt kicked by a sixteen-year-old wall-crawler?

OSBORN
You haven't yet.

Spider-Man drops from his perch onto a handstand in front of Osborn, loading his legs, and shooting them outward at Osborn's chin. WHAM! Osborne hits the wall and slides down it to the floor, unconscious.

SPIDER-MAN
That's because I asked about five seconds too soon. Enjoy your nap.

Spidey turns to walk to the door, then looks back at Osborn, getting an idea.

He leans Osborn against the far wall, and locks his hands up in the shackles.

SPIDER-MAN
Much better.

He walks back to the door and knocks on it politely.

SPIDER-MAN
Hey Ock! Open up! It's me, Spidey! I just mopped the place with your boss. Come look!

INT. HALLWAY CORRIDOR - NIGHT

Octavius hears this, and smiles. He readies a tentacle, pressing a button on the keypad with his hand. The door hisses open, and he sends the tentacle in to punch his prey.

He misses. There's apparently no one in the room except Osborn.

A faint noise catches his attention, and he looks up to an open ventilation shaft on one wall near the ceiling.

INT. VENTILATION SHAFT - NIGHT

Spider-Man's slim figure crawls up the ventilation system, his body just small enough to fit and move easily. His mirrored eyepieces reflect what little light is in the shaft, so the illumation of his large eyes gives him an almost spooky appearance. Just for fun, he's softly humming "Itsy Bitsy Spider".

INT. TRAINING ROOM - NIGHT

Octavius frees Osborne from the manacles, as the latter awakens, rubbing his jaw.

OCTAVIUS
Should this project be considered a success or failure?

OSBORN
Shut up. Where's he now?

OCTAVIUS
The ventilation system. He could very well be in the building by now.

OSBORN
Damn. Notify Stromm, and get security on full alert. Have them search the building, and I mean everything.

OCTAVIUS
Way a head of you, Osborn.

Osborn feels dizzy for a moment, stumbling. He looks at his hand. It's trembling, and looks almost green.

OCTAVIUS
Are you all right, sir?

OSBORN
I'm...I'm fine, just a little exhausted.


CUT TO

INT. VENTILATION SYSTEM - NIGHT

Now Spidey is above-ground, in a horizontal part of the vent system. He finds himself near a grate that overlooks a cargo bay containing barrels of the illicit chemicals. Currently, however, Spider-Man is preoccupied with searching.

SPIDER-MAN
(whisper)
Let's see...where'd they hide my webshooters?

P.O.V.: SPIDER-MAN

He peeks through the vent grate and sees someone snooping around in the cargo bay, snapping pictures with a camera. He recognizes the person as Harry.

SPIDER-MAN
(vo.)
Harry?

INT. CARGO BAY - NIGHT

Harry continues to look around and take pictures, obviously pleased with himself.

HARRY
(to himself)
Let me guess, Dad...these are tax deductible?

INT. VENTILATION SYSTEM

Spider-Man hears a sound and quickly looks around. Sounds like voices.

GUARD #1
(v.o.)
...thought I heard something in here.

INT. OSBORN HALLWAY OUTSIDE CARGO BAY - NIGHT

Six security guards stand at the door leading into the cargo bay. They prepare to enter it.

GUARD #2
Probably Spider-Man. On my mark, we enter and take 'im.

INT. CARGO BAY

Harry herars the security guards as well, and looks around for a place to hide. He manages to find a place behind a stack of heavy barrels as the door opens.

The guards pour in and search the room. Harry holds his breath.

One of the guards moves to Harry's location, but a loud crash stops him. Spider-Man tears the vent grate off and leaps with it into the cargo bay. As he lands, he tosses the grate at the nearest guard, and jumps over the next two, twisting in midair before they can fire on him. Spidey grabs them and slams them into a wall, but by that time, the remaining three have trained their guns on Spidey.

SPIDER-MAN
Now, now...firing in here is a bad idea, what with the chemicals in here.

The guards consider this, and Spider-Man uses that hesitation to leap into their midst and knock them out in short order.

Harry makes a break for the door, but Spidey catches him.

SPIDER-MAN
What are you doing here?

HARRY
What business is it of yours? And where'd you come from?

SPIDER-MAN
I was in the neighborhood, thanks to your dad.

HARRY
Huh?

SPIDER-MAN
Listen, from what I saw, you have just as much against him as I do.
I need to know how to get out of this place. If you can help me with that, I'll take you with me, so you can put that roll of film to good use in exposing what your dad's up to.

HARRY
This is just blackmail material--

OSBORN
(o.s.)
Why am I not surprised?

Osborn, Octavius, and Stromm enter the cargo bay, not in the least bit happy to see Spider-Man and Harry in there, especially Harry.

OSBORN
Should have known you'd do something like this sooner or later, Harry. How many times have I told you that my business deals are none of your concern.

Octavius reaches a tentacle over to Harry's camera and crushes it.

OSBORN
What am I going to do with you?

SPIDER-MAN
You're not going to do anything to him, Osborn. Count on it.

OSBORN
(to Spidey)
You stay out of this.

Another of Octavius' tentacles whips out and punches Spider-Man, who's sent staggering. The tentacle begins to coil around Spider-Man.

Spidey looks at Octavius, and sees what looks like one of his webshooters sticking out of the inside pocket of Octavius' coat.

Osborn turns to Stromm.

OSBORN
Stromm? Take Harry to my office. I want to have a word with him after Otto and I are finished with the wall-crawler.

STROMM
Yes sir.

Spider-Man grabs the tentacle with both hands and yanks on it hard, swinging Octavius and slamming him against a pillar.

SPIDER-MAN
Harry! Get out of here now!

Harry makes a run for the door, with Stromm in hot pursuit, while Osborn throws a punch at Spider-Man. Spidey leaps over him, and lands near Octavius, who's regaining his footing.

Spidey keeps him off-balance by kicking him in the face, then reaches into his jacket with both hands and grabs his webshooters.

SPIDER-MAN
Thanks. You're a real pal.

Octavius punches Spider-Man hard with his actual fist. Spidey is sent rolling, but quickly recovers, rolling into a crouched position, facing Osborn and still holding his webshooters.

Spidey once again leaps over Osborn as a tentacle is launched where Spidey was an instant ago. The metallic appendage punches Osborn in the gut, doubling him over.

Spidey perches atop a stack of crates, putting on his webshooters. Since he doesn't have time to remove his gloves, put them on, and put the gloves back on over them, he just straps them to his wrist outside his glove.

SPIDER-MAN
Guess it really is hard to find good help these days.

Octavius grunts with rage and launches all four tentacles at Spider-Man, who hops off the crates, lands on a shorter stack of crates, and fires webbing at his two opponents.

They guard their faces with their forearms, and find their entire upper bodies covered with webbing. Spidey fires a webline at the ceiling and swings from it to Ock and Osborn, extending both legs to kick them.

Both are sent rolling, but once they get their feet under them, they use their strength to tear out of the webbing. Basically, all Spidey accomplished was angering them.

Spider-Man's patented spider-sense blares.

SPIDER-MAN
Whuh-oh.

He leaps upward to avoid the tentacles, and flips in midair to land feet-first on the ceiling, clinging to it.

OCTAVIUS
You're fighting a losing battle, Spider-Man. I almost killed you before; how can you possibly expect to beat me this time?

SPIDER-MAN
You do have a point. But you wanna know what I've observed?

Spider drops off the ceiling and hops from crate stack to barrel stack, pillar to wall. Octavius can't get a bead on him, and Spider-Man leaps behind him and grabs his leather coat.

Spidey leaps upward and twists in midair, throwing Octavius as hard as he can. Ock crashes through a set of large windows lining the top wall of the cargo bay...

EXT. OSCORP WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

...and sails through the air before landing in the water of the nearby harbor with a tremendous splash.

INT. CARGO BAY

Spider-Man catches his breath.

SPIDER-MAN
I've noticed your back isn't as well-guarded as your front. Hope you can swim.

His spider-sense blares again, but before he can react, Osborn kicks him in the jaw. He's punched in the face and stomach a few more times, and hits the floor, winded. All this fighting has taken its toll on him.

OSBORN
You look a little worn out. I don't blame you. For what it's worth, you've given everyone involved one hell of a workout.

SPIDER-MAN
(coughing)
How do you...*cough*..think I stay so...slim and trim?

Osborn walks over to a security guard who's just now waking up, and takes his gun. He points it at Spider-Man. Stromm reenters the cargo bay, dragging Harry with him.

OSBORN
Go ahead. Make all the jokes you want. You're still dead.

HARRY
Dad, no! Leave him alone!

Osborne ignores Harry and prepares to pull the trigger. Spider-Man is too injured to do anything about it.

Tight closeup of Osborn's hand. It starts to tremble uncontrollably, and we notice that its green pallor is much more noticeable.

Osborn can't stop his arm from shaking, and he accidentally drops the gun, clutching his arm.

OSBORN
Agh! What's happening?

Stromm smirks.

STROMM
I suppose that's what happens when you try to forcibly mutate a human body. It appears your body's rejecting it. Or at least, I hope so.

Osborn sinks to his knees, in serious pain. He looks at Stromm in confusion of that laste statement.

OSBORN
Wh...what?

Stromm lets go of Harry and strides forward.

STROMM
Funny what happens when one moves a decimal one place to the right in a formula, isn't it? The GLN formula...the "Goblin" formula, is quite fragile. A work of art, really. And it's my creation. I simply got tired of you using my creation for your own ends. You promised to share the power with me, but I know you too well.
(picks up the gun, then aims it at Harry)
As of now, I'm taking control of the company, and downsizing a couple of people: Your son and you, for starters.

Osborn growls with rage, his pupils yellow for some reason.

OSBORN
You...son of a bitch...

Osborn leaps at Stromm, who whips his gun around to shoot Osborn. He misses, and Osborn tackles him, his throat around Stromm's neck.

The bullet punctures a chemical barrel. It explodes.

explosion sets off a chain reaction that ignites ever chemical barrel in the cargo bay. Spider-Man grabs Harry.

SPIDER-MAN
Let's get out of here!

HARRY
Not without my dad!

A nearby barrel explodes, engulfing Osborn and Stromm, and Spidey pulls Harry clear, leaping with him through the hole in the window Octavius made.

EXT. OSCORP WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Spider-Man and Harry escape as the building explodes behind them. The shockwave carries them toward the docks, and they land on the boardwalk. After a moment, they catch their breaths.

SPIDER-MAN
You okay?

HARRY
Dad...

SPIDER-MAN
Oh, man...I'm sorry...

Harry thinks for a minute. When he speaks, his voice is emotionless, even chilling.

HARRY
Don't be. From what I saw, he probably deserved it.

Spider-Man stares at Harry in silence, unsure of how to answer that.

SPIDER-MAN
Let's just get you home.

Two of Octavius' tentacles burst up from from the water, and wrap around Spider-Man, pulling him off the boardwalk and into the water.

HARRY
Shit!

Octavius rises from the water, supported by his other two appendages. He alights on the boardwalk, and holds Spider-Man underwater visciously.

UNDERWATER

Spidey struggles in the tentacles' grip, trying to get out of it before he drowns.

TIGHT CLOSEUP of his hand, as it grips the appendage tightly, denting it slightly.

TIGHT CLOSEUP of his face. It's obvious, even through the mask, that he's holding what little breath he has.

EXT. OSCORP WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

TIGHT CLOSUP of Octavius' intense sneer. He's determined to make sure Spidey dies this time.

UNDERWATER

Spidey's struggles become more desperate. He's out of air, and the appendages are pythoning the life out of him.

TIGHT CLOSEUP of Spidey's hand. He's banging on the appendage with his fist.

EXT. OSCORP WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Harry tries pulling on Octavius' arm (his real one) to get Octavius to let go of Spidey. It's a futile gesture, and Ock picks Harry up by the collar.

UNDERWATER

Spidey's fist slows.

His fist uncurls, and his hand hangs limply, floating in the water.

EXT. OSCORP WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Octavius smiles, knowing that it's over. His tentacles haul Spider-Man out of the water, and set him on the boardwalk. He seems to pay no attention to Harry, who's struggling futilely. Spider-Man lies on the boardwalk, unmoving.

HARRY
No!

OCTAVIUS
(turning to Harry)
You're next.

Abruptly, Spider-Man rolls onto his stomach, and coughs the water out of his lungs, rolling up his mask to expose his nose and mouth. This shocks both Ock and Harry.

OCTAVIUS
What?

SPIDER-MAN
(between coughs, out of breath)
Jeez...you could..drown somebody like that...if you're not...careful.

Octavius drops Harry, and, roaring with rage, sends two tentacles to punch Spider-Man, who rises to a kneeling position.

Instead of leaping out of the way, Spider-Man grabs one in each hand and pulls on them.

Octavius is yanked forward off-balance, and Spidey stands up, running to close the distance between himself and Ock.

Spider-Man sends an uppercut at Ock, who is caught square in the chin and lifted several feet straight up, mechanical appendages flailing. This shot is as dramatic and painful-looking as possible.

Spidey lands in a crouch on the boardwalk, and a moment later Octavius lands on his back nearby. His landing is much less graceful, as the boards break under the impact. Ock almost falls through. He seems to be, understandably, out cold.

SPIDER-MAN
Whaddya know...a glass jaw. I finally found something on him that wasn't mechanical.

Spider-Man and Harry watch as one of the tantacles slowly reaches out toward them, fingers grasping. After a moment, the fingers stop moving.

HARRY
Is...is he dead?

SPIDER-MAN
Unconscious, it looks like. Which is good. I didn't want to kill him.

HARRY
Aren't you supposed to? I mean...he's like, a bad guy.

SPIDER-MAN
(shrugging)
Then I'd be one.

They get up and walk toward the warehouse parking lot, where squad cars, fire engines, ambulances, and news station vehicles pull up. At the head of the pack is Captain Stacy.

STACY
What happened in there?

HARRY
My father is in there. Spider-Man got me out.

SPIDER-MAN
There's an elevator in there. You might want to look around down there; you'll find a lot of interesting labs and stuff.

George looks at Spider-Man for a tense moment, wondering whether to follow Spidey's advice, or arrest him. Finally, he mobilizes the police and firemen, then pulls Harry aside.

GEORGE
Just hold on...we'll find him.
(turning to Spider-Man)
And thanks for your--

Spider-Man is already gone.

GEORGE
Help?

He looks up and spots Spidey crawling up a wall. Spidey looks down and shrugs.

SPIDER-MAN
It's past my bed time. See ya around, folks!

He fires a webline off-camera, and leaps off the wall.

The newspeople make sure the cameramen are getting this footage.

FOLLOW Spidey as he swings away over the streets.

One policeman gets George's attention from the boardwalk.

POLICEMAN
Captain? Better take a look at this...

The policemen investigate, and find a defeated Octavius. Ock comes to, looking up and finding himself surrounded by cops. He's too weak to pose a threat.

GEORGE
Take him into custody. And keep an eye on him.

Octavius looks at his mechanical hand, which opens and closes sluggishly. The fingers on one tentacle do the same thing.

OCTAVIUS
Spider-Man...called me an "octopus". It's funny...I'm not even...completely waterproof.


DISSOLVE BACK TO

INT. SUBWAY CAR - NIGHT

Peter's stop comes up. He stands up from his seat and grabs his stuff.

PETER
(v.o.)
Believe it or not, from there I was actually respected as a superhero by most people.

He casts a glance to a Daily Bugle newspaper in a sleeping passenger's lap. Spider-Man's picture is on the front page, along with the headline, "SPIDER-MAN: VILLAIN IN DISGUISE?"

PETER
(v.o.)
Notice I said "most" people. Jameson is a perennial exception.

He exits the train.

PETER
(v.o.)
Okay, you're probably wondering why I took the subway. I just wanted to relax for a change and save my web fluid. That stuff's expensive, y'know.

CUT TO

EXT. COMIC BOOK PUBLISHING COMPANY - DAY

PAN UP to the top floor office window.

PETER
(v.o.)
I do have an appearance to make tomorrow as Spider-Man, though.

INT. COMIC BOOK PUBLISHING OFFICE - DAY

Spider-Man sits and listens, looking around occasionally, as Stan paces around his office, giving a grand sales pitch to Spidey.

STAN
I can SEE the possibilities now, Spider-Man! I'll get one of my best artists on the book, I'll write -with you as a consultant, of course- and it'll be a tremendous hit! This has the potential to be even bigger than that mutant title I'm working on! What do you say?

Spider-Man considers this for a moment, and turns to Maxie Schiffman, who's sitting in a chair next to Spidey.

SPIDER-MAN
So you were serious about that comic book thing.

CUT TO

EXT. WATSON HOUSE FRONT PORCH - DAY

Peter and MJ do homework on the swing bench on the front porch.

PETER
(v.o.)
And of course, there's the usual study thing with Mary Jane. Who knows, it could be eventful.

MJ
Salt?

PETER
Uh huh.

MJ
Sodium and chlorine mix into salt? Table salt?

PETER
This is what I'm saying, yes.

MJ
Hunh. That's pretty cool.

PETER
You didn't know that? That's like, fourth grade science class.

MJ
Hell, must've been absent that day. Sue me.

PETER
Okay. See what you can learn by hanging out with me?

MJ
Beats hanging out with Flash Thompson. He's nowhere near as smart. Or as cute.

PETER
No, I suppose not. I mean, it's no secret that in the brains department, Flash--
(beat, blinking)
Wait...did you just say...?

MJ grins, tosses her textbook aside (and Peter's as well), and wraps her arms around his neck.

MJ
Yes, I just said. Study break?

PETER
Uhhhhh...sounds good. Study break, I mean.

She kisses him softly, and a very surprised Peter kisses back, wrapping his arms around her. PAN LEFT to the screen door, where May Parker and Anna Watson watch with interest.

CUT TO

EXT. NEW YORK CITY ROOFTOP - SUNSET

Closeup of Spider-Man's hands loading a webbing cartridge into his webshooter, and rolling the glove back down over it. PAN UP to Spider-Man's face. We'd swear he's smirking behind his mask.

PETER
(v.o.)
But I'm definitely gonna get in some webslinging. Gotta represent...or something like that.

Spidey steps to the ledge of the rooftop, looking down at the traffic around Times Square, where he first discovered his spider-powers.

PETER
(v.o.)
I've been given these cool powers. Took me a while to get the hang of them, but Uncle Ben was right. There's a lot of responsibility that goes with 'em. So this is me being responsible.

Spider-Man leaps off the ledge and fires a webline in midair. He swings at high speed past the camera, sending out another line at the apex of the swing. He continues this as he webswings down the street, and out of sight.

PETER
(v.o.)
See ya!

PAN LEFT to one of the signs atop one of the buildings. A figure in a torn black cloak emerges from behind it, and watches Spiderman swing off.

CLOSE IN on the figure. His back is to us, so we can't make out who it is. However, his voice is familiar.

FIGURE
You thought I was dead, Spider-Man. I'll allow you that illusion for now.

Continue CLOSING in until his right hand, pressed against the side of the sign, fills the screen. The hand has an unhealthy green pallor, which we've seen before...on Norman Osborn.

OSBORN
(o.s.)
But the Goblin formula, and your DNA, have made me stronger. This isn't over.

FINAL FADE TO BLACK


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