Spider-Man 3 Page #5

See? Right there,

you made a judgment call.

You gotta see it as it is.

It's funny you should say that,

'cause I was looking through some old photos, and

looks very, uh-- similar.

OK-- Well, I gotta get back to work.

You're trash, Brock.

Excuse me?

Your picture is a fake.

Parker, you are such a boy scout.

When are you gonna give a guy a break?

You want forgiveness?

Get religion.

What's going on here?

- Are you guys all right?

Yeah, no, we're just horsin' around.

Look, I'm begging you. If you do this,

I will lose everything.

There's not a paper in town that will hire me.

You should've thought of that earlier.

What are you doing, Peter?

Show this to the editor. Tell him to check his source next time.

It's a fake!

Empire State Photographic Department confirms it.

Pack your things. Get out of my building.

I was just...

- You're fired!

You know we're gonna have to print a retraction now.

Haven't printed a retraction in 20 years!

"SORRY SPIDEY

Bugle drops charges"

Shalom?

- Mr Parker?

Dr Connors here.

- Oh, Dr Connors!

How are you?

Quite a specimen you left me, Parker.

Its chemistry is not unlike the meteorites of the 70s.

Thanks. It's good.

You know what, Parker?

Parker?

Give me some milk.

It amplifies characteristics of its host.

Hey, give me another cookie.

Specially aggression.

This can be dangerous.

Peter, you didn't keep any, did you?

You got any with nuts?

Um-- I have some nuts, I could make some.

Go make me some.

Peter?

- No, no. Of course not.

Your shots are so good.

I'd love to shoot you sometime.

Peter Parker! Peter...

Parker!

Miss Brent, that's not the position I hired you for!

Black suit Spider-Man!

Peter, these are incredible!

We gotta have these, Jonah.

I'll pay you the usual rate.

If you want the shots, I'll take the staff job. Double the money.

You are really gonna dig this joint.

Do you think I'm dressed all right?

Too fancy or...

You're looking fine, babe.

Thank you.

Love that little giggle.

Oh, this is so cool!

I have never been to a jazz club before.

I hope we can get a table.

Find us some shade.

Thanks, .

Right this way, sir.

"RESERVED"

Thank you.

I'm so loving this.

- Oh, me too.

Isn't that your old girlfriend?

Yeah.

Do you want to go someplace else?

No, no. I'll be OK.

Mary Jane, show us what you got.

I'll be right back.

- Right.

Peter?

This is for you.

Double time!

Thanks.

Now dig all this.

That was all for her?

I'm so sorry.

You all right, Mary Jane?

I'm fine.

- OK.

Hey.

What's wrong with you?

You.

Can I help you, sir?

No.

- Is everything OK here, Paul?

Yeah, is everything OK here, Paul?

Take him out of here.

- Let's go, sir.

Take your hand offa me. Now.

Peter, stop!

Who are you?

I don't know.

It's Brock, Sir.

Edward Brock junior.

I come before you today

humbled

and humiliated

to ask you for one thing.

I want you to kill Peter Parker.

Parker?

Hi, Peter.

- Hi.

You don't seem to have changed the room around very much.

Of course, there's not much you can do,

is there?

When we spoke on the phone,

I sensed something was bothering you,

so I thought I'd just come by.

How's Mary Jane?

I don't know.

I never heard from you.

Did you ever propose?

You said

a husband's gotta put a wife before himself.

I'm not ready.

But what happened?

You seemed so sure.

Yeah. I...

I heard her, aunt May.

I don't know what to do.

You start by doing the hardest thing.

You forgive yourself.

I believe in you, Peter.

You're a good person.

And I know you will find a way to put it right.

In time.

I don't like Spider-Man.

I want him dead too, Flint.

That's why I've been looking for you.

Oh yeah. I know all about you.

Like the fact that Spider-Man

won't let you help your poor daughter.

It's just-- It doesn't seem right to me.

Look.

I wanna kill the Spider.

You wanna kill the Spider.

Together, he doesn't stand a chance.

Interested?

Yeah.

So--

where to?

"BREAKING NEWS: City in crisis"

- All New York is holding its breath

as a hostage crisis continues to unfold.

Just thirty minutes ago, police came across this startling sight:

A young woman held hostage in a taxi

suspended 80 storeys above the ground

in what appears to be a giant web.

Every attempt by the police to rescue the hostage

has been flaunted by the Sandman.

Compounding the danger is the appearance of a strange black-suited figure.

Early reports had believed him

to be the black-suited Spider-Man. But he is now been identified

as something entirely different.

The hostage has been identified

as Mary Jane Watson,

an actrice recently seen in a brief stint on Broadway.

We're now going to take you live to the scene with Jennifer Dugan.

Jennifer?

- We're only about 100 feet away now, Hal, and--

Wait. There seems to be some kind of activity in the web.

It seems to be creating some kind of gigantic lettering.

"SPIDER-MAN, STOP US IF YOU CAN"

Apparently, Spider-Man is being challenged to some sort of confrontation.

And that raises serious questions about what kind of chance he'd stand

against such overwhelming...

Harry.

I need your help.

Can't take them both. Not by myself.

You don't deserve my help.

Harry,

she needs us.

Get out.

If I may, Sir.

I've seen things in this house

I've never spoken of.

What are you trying to tell me?

The night your father died

I cleaned his wound.

The blade that pierced his body

came from his glider.

I know

you're trying to defend your father's honor,

but there's no question

that he died by his own hand.

I loved your father.

As I have loved you, Harry.

As your friends love you.

Look!

He seems to have come out of nowhere to answer the prayers of the city,

just when all hope seemed to be lost.

Peter?

They're gonna kill us both.

I'm gonna get you out of this.

Watch out!

Hey, Parker.

My God. Eddie?

Oh, my spider-sense is tickling.

If you know what I'm talking about.

We can find a way to settle this.

You're so right.

I'm thinking-- humiliation.

Kinda like you humiliated me.

Do you remember?

Do you remember what you did to me?

You made me lose my girl.

Now I'm gonna make you lose yours.

How's that sound, tiger?

Hold on, Mary Jane!

Mary Jane.

It's hard to believe what's happening.

The brutality of it.

I don't know how he can take any more.

This can be a tragic day

for the people of New York.

It could be the end of Spider-Man.

Awesome!

- Wicked cool!

You came.

Looks like just in the nick of time.

A couple of minutes ago wouldn't have been so bad either.

What're you gonna do.

I'm needing some help over here.

I'm a little busy right now.

Give me your hand!

Parker!

Parker, where...

I need a photographer!

Hey, kid. You want a job?

Why would I want a job?

I'm just a kid.

All right, how much for the camera?

One hundred bucks.

- A hundred bucks?

All right, you little prick. Here.

Film's extra.

Gotcha.

Pete, watch out!

You still got any more?

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