Spider-Man 3 Page #2

Go get 'em, tiger.

Sorry.

Oh my God.

Seven Atom to central. That crane .

It's bigger than we thought. We're gonna need a major mobilization right away.

Just gotta douse the accelerator! Now!

OK, Gwen.

I've got a secret. It's my call for ya.

What is that thing doing in my background?

Captain Stacey, the guys look out of shot of it.

They can't shut down the crane.

Get Edison on the phone.

Have them kill the power of the whole block.

Are you all right?

It's coming back!

Oh my God. It's Gwen!

What?

What's she doing up there?

I don't know. I just saw her last night. She said she had a modeling gig.

Who are you?

- It's Brock, sir.

Eddie Brock, jr.

I work at the Daily Bugle.

And I'm dating your daughter.

You OK?

- Yeah.

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Hey, Spidey, hold on. Bugle needs a photo.

Thank God you're OK.

- Daddy!

Hey. I'm the new guy.

- New guy?

From now on, I'm gonna be taking shots of you for the Bugle.

So-- smile! Are you smiling?

Where's the other guy?

- Peter Parker?

Yeah, um, look, between you and me--

The guy's kind of an amateur.

Have you noticed, his stuff makes you look a little... bloated.

Just a little chunky.

- OK...

Don't have to worry about that anymore, buddy.

Dazzeling.

Just a little something the boys in the ad department and I whipped up.

As you know, circulation of the Bugle has been pretty good.

Though not as good as the New York Times

or the Daily News

or the Post or several other smaller...

- Get on with it, moron!

What?

- Your blood pressure, Mr Jameson.

Your wife told me to tell you to watch the anger.

- You tell my wife...

Thank you.

So, I propose this campaign:

"DAILY BUGLE" -- that's obvious.

"IT'S HIP, IT'S NOW" -- I came up with that one.

"IT'S WOW" -- that's actually Eric's.

"AND HOW!" -- that's me again.

Time to take your pill.

Not that one.

Not that one.

Drink plenty of water.

Thank you.

Continue.

He's busy.

Oh, no, I'm just here to talk to you, babe.

(- What's that smell?)

That's a little something called

"Nice 'n' Easy".

What's on you?

- It's called "Go Away".

That is the dumbest idea you've ever had. You have had some daunting...

- Blood pressure.

Hey, where are you going?

Who are you?

- You hired him last week.

Freelance.

- I did? What's that smell?

Brock, sir. Edward Brock junior.

Wow, I really like that shirt.

Here. It's a crane accident. Check out the light source.

He likes my shirt.

Hey, Betty.

- Hey, Pete. You better get in there.

A new guy. He's trying to sell some Spidey photos.

Uh. Thanks.

Parker! You're late! Maybe too late. Bruckner here beat ya to it.

It's Brock, sir. Edward Brock junior.

- I got you this.

But he got me this.

Wait. How'd you get that? I didn't see you.

- How'd you get that high?

Climbed. Nearly fell off a flagpole.

A flagpole?

Which one do we use?

- I like Bernstein's.

It's better.

- Cheaper, too.

Congratulations, son. We'll use your shot and pay you 50 bucks.

Uh-- all right, JJ. I'm your man.

I know more about what makes a good picture

than any photographer in this town.

See, photography, it's not just about

-- no offense -- flagpoles. Whatever.

It's about lighting. Composition. Drama.

I want a staff job, sir.

I have a girl that I intend to marry, and--

I have this stupid little dream of-- working with one of the greatest newspaper editors of our time.

J. Jonah Jameson.

Well, we do have an opening.

Johnson quit, remember?

- You fired him.

- Whatever.

Wait a minute. I know what makes a good picture,

and I've been here for a long time. If there's a staff job,

Mr Jameson, I think I deserve it.

He's right, Jonah. Peter's been with us for years.

He's done a great job.

You want a staff job, and you want a staff job.

Anybody care about what I want?

I do.

- Shut up. Get out.

I want the public to see Spider-Man for the two-bit criminal he really is.

He's a fake. He's full of stickum.

Catch him in the act.

"Spider-Man with his hand in the cookie jar".

Whoever brings me that photo gets the job.

What are you waiting for, Chinese New Year? Go, go, go!

I'm on it, boss.

You'll never get that shot.

We'll see.

You know,

I guess one person can make a difference.

'Nuff said.

Welcome home, Harry.

Thank God you're all right.

Thanks, Bernard.

Aperitif?

- Sure.

Got you a little homecoming present.

Wha-- It's your old ball!

- Yeah.

Thanks, buddy.

We were pretty good in the backyard, weren't we?

We were terrible. And we tried out for the varsity team.

Yeah, for the cheerleaders.

- Right.

Hey, do I have any girlfriends?

I don't know.

- You don't?

Hey Bernard, do I have any girlfriends?

- Not that I know of, sir.

That's a pretty cool pass, huh?

It's OK.

Looks like I'm not worrying for money.

No.

Well, I bet I can turn this little girlfriend thing around.

You know,

he always appreciated how you helped me through high school.

I just wish I could remember more about him.

He loved you.

That's the main thing.

Hey, let's watch the game in the kitchen.

Get something to eat.

- OK.

Whoa, catch that!

Did you see that?

Still got the moves.

Yeah!

Why are you stopping?

What is she doing here?

Gary, you were supposed to call her agent.

Hi, honey.

We tried to reach you.

I'm sorry.

One critic?

- No, all the papers, dear.

Mary Jane, honey. Sit down. Let's explain it to you.

- If you like, we could say you became ill.

That was so poorly handled.

- Yeah. Let's just rehearse.

All right, Spidey!

Excuse me, miss. Let me see that gorgeous smile.

Hi, Eddie.

You're so beautiful.

This is front page stuff.

I've got to practice. I'll see you later, OK?

How about tonight?

- Not tonight.

Why not?

Think of that amazing-- night that we had.

We had a coffee, Eddie.

Hey, beautiful.

One more.

Everything OK?

- Yeah. I'm fine.

You're not still mad at me, are you?

No, Peter. I'm proud of you.

Hey. I'm gonna be swingin' it from over there.

So you know where to look.

Give 'em a good show.

Don't worry about that review.

We're gonna be laughing about it tomorrow night.

Promise.

- Yeah.

Isn't that that guy from that prison break?

He fits.

Hey you! Halt!

Cover the back!

Fire!

People of the city of New York, I am here today

because I fell 62 storeys

and someone caught me.

Someone who never asks for anything in return.

Someone who doesn't even want us to know who he is.

Hey, MJ.

- Harry.

Where is Pete?

Um-- taking somebody's picture, I guess.

I'm so happy to see you. You look so good.

I've never felt better.

It's a weird feeling, not knowing New York.

Bump on the head, I'm just free as a bird.

Will you bump me on the head?

- Bop.

Hey, Pete said you're in a play.

You came. You sent me flowers.

I did?

I'll come again tonight.

You can't.

I--I was let go.

What happened.

I wasn't very good.

You know, this is embarrassing, but...

I once wrote you a play in high school.

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