Ultimate Spider-Man: The Movie

[J. J. Jameson]

First attempt at a script. Comments (good, bad, suggestions, etc...) appreciated.

[We see a single strand of web slowly moving ahead, camera trailing behind. Another strand comes from the side. Camera twists to a slight angle, zooming out. More webs are coming from different directions. Camera continues to zoom out].

VOICE:
There are those who have power as limitless as the stars. They brood in it and let it multiply, doing nothing to benefit mankind. But there are some, though few, who are able to see the great responsibility that comes with power. And these individuals are labeled…as heroes.

[Camera zooms completely out, showing a giant web. The words “ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN” fall onto the web. Fade.
Next shot is in a class room of about thirty kids. Half are asleep; most of the others are not paying attention. One in the first row is paying attention eagerly.]

TEACHER:
[turns from blackboard]…And therefore, by dividing 120 by 12 we are left with 10x on the right and how many “y” on the left?

[PETER raises a cautious hand]

TEACHER:
Yes. Peter?

PETER:
Six.

TEACHER:
Correct, Mr. Parker.

[Peter puts his head down and looks over his book to avoid eye contact. The teacher walk over to a student who is snoring. The student is large and bald, filling the desk entirely.]

TEACHER:
Ahem.

[Snoring continues]

TEACHER:
[louder] AHEM. [Slams a book on the student’s desk.]

[The student wakes up, dazed and confused.]

TEACHER:
Mr. McFarlane, if you wish to pass this class, I suggest you start doing a bit more learning and a little less sleeping.

KENNY MCFARLANE:
Umm…yes. Ma’am. Yes, ma’am. I wasn’t sleeping. I was—

TEACHER:
Save it, Kenny. I don’t want to hear it. Perhaps you could follow Mr. Parker’s example, hmm? Now, everyone, take out your books and turn to page 93. We are going to multiply polynomials today and I’m sure you’ll all find it quite interesting…

[Cut to hallway where a bell rings. Pandemonium erupts. Kids stream from doors on all sides of the hallway. After it clears out a little bit, PETER walks from a far door towards a locker. Camera is focused on PETER’S side profile. He’s just about to open the locker when he is crushed onto the face of the locker. PETER lets out a yell from pain.]

KENNY:
You think yer somethin’, don’t ya Parker? Think you’re better than da rest of us?

PETER:
[struggling] N-no. O-of c-course not.

KENNY:
I think ya do. What do you say, Flash?

[A boy steps out from behind Kenny. He’s big, a jock, and has that “jock” look about him. He’s obviously a sports star. He’s grinning and looking smug.]

FLASH THOMPSON:
I think so too. What do you say to that, Kong?

KENNY:
I say it’s time for an atomic wedgie.

[FLASH nods, PETER winces, and KENNY proceeds with the act. FLASH and KENNY laugh as PETER groans and picks himself up from the floor. FLASH and KENNY continue down the hall as PETER gets the needed books from his locker and follows the rest of the mob down the hall. As he walks a beautiful redhead comes beside him and speaks.]

MARY JANE WATSON:
Hey, Pete. How’s it going?

PETER:
It’s going.

MJ:
What’s wrong, Peter? You’re walking kind of funny. Feeling okay?

PETER:
Yeah…I mean no…I mean…never mind. Kong and Flash were just having a little fun.

MJ:
Ugh. Peter! Don’t let those idiots push you around. Tell someone about it so that—

PETER:
--I can be pushed around some more. You don’t understand, Mary Jane. There is nothing I can do about it.

MJ:
But, Peter, couldn’t you—Look we don’t have time to argue right now. I just wanted to make sure we still had tonight set for finishing our project.

PETER:
As far as I know, yes.

MJ:
Alright. Good. I’ll be over, say, around six?

PETER:
Mm hmm. That works.

MJ:
[Sarcasm] Cheer up, Peter. Physics is next!

PETER:
Har-dee-har-har.

[The camera stops following them and they walk out of camera range. The next scene is at a modest home in Forest Hills, Queens. It’s late afternoon, around 4 o’clock. We see the front of the house and the camera is zooming slowly towards it. As it zooms a voice is speaking.]

AUNT MAY:
Peter! Come down here, please!

[We see a kitchen a stairway is to the left leading up and an older woman, about 55, is standing over a stove.]

AUNT MAY:
You too, Ben.

[A man of about the same age comes in front of the stairs just as PETER is making his way down. He’s holding a newspaper and PETER is holding a textbook.]

UNCLE BEN PARKER:
What’s up, Mrs. Parker? Miss me already?

AUNT MAY:
Oh hush. It’s time for supper. Yes, I know. It’s early but I figured that we’ll finish before Mary Jane comes over. And then I thought, we’ll let Peter and Mary Jane work, Ben. You and I can go see that movie everyone is talking about.

UNCLE BEN:
May, did you just ask me on a date?

AUNT MAY:
Yes, handsome. You’re lucky I don’t charge.

[BEN kisses MAY as they both make their way to the table. PETER follows behind with a book in front of his face.]

AUNT MAY:
Peter, please put your book down. You know we talked about this.

[No reply]

MAY:
Peter?

[No reply]

MAY:
Peter!!

PETER:
Hmm? What, Aunt May?

[MAY looks at him in a scolding way.]

MAY:
Peter, I said please put your book down. You know I don’t like it when you do that at the table.

BEN:
Oh, May. Lighten up. The boy’s just learning.

MAY:
I know, Ben. But Peter here worries me sometimes. Can’t there be too much of a good thing?

BEN:
Why don’t we let Peter decide that? Right, Pete?

[PETER smiles and puts the book aside. They all three chuckle and MAY starts serving the meal.

The next scene is a business office. Two men are sitting at a table. The room is spacious. In between the two men is a container of some sort that is covered. NORMAN OSBORN is speaking to an associate, OTTO OCTAVIOUS.]

NORMAN:
And production seems to going well?

OTTO:
Better than expected, actually. At this rate, OZ will be in the market by the end of next year. And the funding keeps coming. You’ve made marvelous moves, Norman.

NORMAN:
I didn’t become a business man for nothing. Oscorp is going to be the biggest organization on the East Coast. And with OZ we’ll establish our place among the pharmaceutical companies. How has the testing been going?

OTTO:
[serious]Fairly well, though I there have been some…complications in a few of the test subjects.

NORMAN:
Complications?

OTTO:
Yes…[dodging the question]…But the experiment itself is in fine condition.

[OTTO lifts the cover off the container. It is a clear box. It houses a large black spider with two “O” marks on its back].

NORMAN:
[looking at spider] Excellent. But, Otto, what complications?

OTTO:
[remorseful] Come with me.

[Cut to a dimly lit room, rather small and illuminated only by a redish colored light. OTTO moves inside the doorway and NORMAN follows. OTTO walks past a few tables with various tools of the trade spread about and over to a far wall. Here a blind, about 5 feet wide, is covering a display window, with tiny little beams of the red light streaming from the cracks in the blind. OTTO comes to a stop to the left of the blind.]

OTTO:
Now, Norman, I don’t want you to be discouraged by this. The complications were isolated and not—

NORMAN:
Open the blind. Now.

OTTO:
Very well.

[The blind is lifted at the touch of a button by OTTO. Inside are two monkeys that appear nearly rabid. They are savage and clawing at each other. It is an eerie sight because there is now sound from behind the glass. As soon as one catches glimpse of OTTO and NORMAN, it throws itself wildly at the glass. OTTO flicks the button again and lowers the blind.]


NORMAN:
Otto…why didn’t you tell me about this…?

OTTO:
As I keep telling you, the cases are isolated and two subjects out of thirty-seven. All the others responded well, particularly our arachnid friends. Human testing could be—

NORMAN:
Human testing??!! Are you mad, Otto? Look at those things!! What would happen if those side effects were to rub off on a human consumer?

OTTO:
It won’t happen, Norman.

NORMAN:
Just shut up. I want you to find out what’s causing the insanity.

[There’s an awkward silence. OTTO looks at the floor in a guilty way.]

NORMAN:
I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me about this. You betrayed my trust.

OTTO:
No, my friend, you are betraying mine.

NORMAN:
Okay look…let’s keep this under wraps for the time being. I’ve got a bunch of kids from Midtown High coming to visit the factory on a field trip tomorrow. The last thing Oscorp needs is an incident.

[Fade.]

​

 

[RagingTempest]

A Good start, please continue!!

 

[Redwoods Wolf]

Not bad. The pacing feels a bit too quick for me, and Norman seems a bit too nice. Other than that:

 

[J. J. Jameson]

[Cut to INT. of PETER’S room. PETER is sitting on the floor looking over a science poster/project. MJ is on the bed on her back, basically staring at the ceiling. Her and PETER are talking.]

MJ:
…And then she told him that she was done and that she was totally ticked off at what he did and....

[Pause]

MJ:
Uh, Pete…am I boring you?

PETER:
Hmm? Of course not, MJ

MJ:
Hey, tiger, why so down? Still hung up on the Kong/Flash thing?

PETER:
It’s not just that…It’s what happens every single day. It doesn’t just happen every now and then or even just once a week. It’s something every day! I’m so…I don’t know.

MJ:
Aw, Peter. Don’t let those jerks get to you. You’re going to pass them by someday and they’ll be eating your dirt.

PETER:
But what do I do about the now part of my life?

[MJ slides off the bed and moves closer to PETER.]

MJ:
You let me do this.

[MJ leans over and gives PETER a kiss. PETER blushes. MJ sort of retracts herself and looks a way for a brief second and gives a little giggle.]

MJ:
I-I’m sorry. That was out of line. I—

PETER:
No. It’s okay. Really okay. Thank you.

MJ:
[awkwardly]…So. Excited about tomorrow’s field trip?

PETER:
To Oscorp? Yeah.

MJ:
You would be.

PETER:
It reminds me…How’s Harry been? We were supposed to have a study thing two nights ago, but he called and said he had other plans.

MJ:
I know. He’s been so distant lately. I think it’s his dad. Mr. Osborn expects so much out of Harry. Like he should be his protégé or something. Why doesn’t he just take Harry as Harry?

PETER:
It might not be like that. I mean, Mr. Osborn is a business man and—

MJ:
No. Mr. Osborn is a neglecting parent.



PETER:
You’re right. I don’t know what to do to help him. I’d like to tell him that any father is better than none, but I don’t think that’s what he wants to hear.

MJ:
You miss your parents, Pete?

PETER:
It’s kind of hard to miss them when I hardly remember them. Even if that sounds awful.

MJ:
It’s not your fault. Don’t feel bad about it. Besides, May and Ben love you to death.

PETER:
Don’t I know it.

MJ:
Tomorrow will be better. Always is.

PETER:
Right. Something always has to screw up a good field trip for me. Whether it’s Flash or something else.

MJ:
Oh Peter…Stop being such a goofball.

[Both laugh at MJ’s comment]

[Cut to INT. of Oscorp. A group of kids is following a tour guide through the chrome covered facility. The place looks like a giant mad scientist’s lab, which it sort of is.]

TOUR GUIDE (TG):
Over here is where we process the results once they come in. This is where it all comes together. You see…

[We see PETER listening and observing the different things in the lab. Another teenager comes up beside PETER. HARRY OSBORN. He’s stylish and “cool”.]

HARRY:
So do you think of my dad’s place? Right up your alley isn’t it?

PETER:
It’s cool, Harry. My kind of job.

HARRY:
Well it’s not mine. Let it be known that Harry, son of the great Norman Osborn, is no scientist.

PETER:
I think that’s already an established fact.

HARRY:
True.

[Pan back out to a wider shot. The TG keeps on talking.]

TG:
The most important project, at the moment for Oscorp, is a radical new drug called OZ. It works on a genetic level, making the possibilities nearly endless. In the future, AIDS, Cancer, Alzheimer’s, they all may be cured by OZ. Heading up the OZ project is renowned scientist Dr. Otto Octavius. Known for his intuitive robotic tentacles, he is dubbed “Doctor Octopus” amongst his peers. That’s his office there on the right. Over here you’ll see…

[Zoom again to PETER. MJ has joined him and HARRY.]

MJ:
Hey, Harry.

HARRY:
Hi, MJ.

MJ:
They serious about “Doctor Octopus”?

HARRY:
[chuckles] Don’t worry about it, MJ. Otto’s a great guy. Like Peter. Big brain. Very scary.

PETER:
[sarcasm] Thanks, Harry.

MJ:
[to Harry] You’re dad’s business is…wow…really something. Don’t you think so, Pete?

PETER:
Oh yeah. I was just telling Harry—AAGGHH!!!!!

[PETER screams in agony. His raises his hand to reveal a huge spider, the same one from OTTO’s experiment, latched onto his hand. The wound is bleeding and HARRY and MJ are in shock. MJ screams. PETER shakes his hand until the spider falls off his hand and onto the floor. KENNY comes out from among the other students.]

KENNY:
DIE!!!

[KENNY smashes the spider into a pulp.]

MJ:
Omigosh! Peter! Are you alright? Peter?

[PETER collapses onto the floor. A group of kids crowd around him. TG pushes through as do a few TEACHERS. They are all saying “Peter, Peter?” PETER, meanwhile, is unconscious. Zoom in closer to PETER’s face. Slowly fade.]

​

 

[Redwoods Wolf]

I like the rather seamless blend of your dialogue alongside Bendis's.

 

[CAH]

This sounds good to me...

CAH

 

[J. J. Jameson]

[Fade into PETER’s bedroom. MJ, BEN, and MAY are all three around his bed. PETER blinks a few times. Slowly moves his head around to see what’s going on around him.]

PETER:
Where am I?

MAY:
Home. Peter, dear, how are you? Does your head hurt? Does anything feel like it’s not supposed to? Can you move your fingers and toes? Can—

BEN:
May, please. Don’t kill the boy with questions.

MAY:
Don’t joke. This is a serious injury!

PETER:
My hand kinda hurts.

MJ:
Not surprised. That spider was huge!

MAY:
You gave me a scare, Peter. When the school called to tell me something was wrong, I nearly fell over.

BEN:
She overreacted.

MAY:
Hush. Let’s let Peter get his rest.

MJ:
Sleep well. Maybe see you at school tomorrow?

PETER:
I—

MAY:
Tomorrow? A bit soon, isn’t it?

BEN:
Don’t decide for him, May. Let him breathe a little, hmm? C’mon. Rest up, Pete.

[All exit the room. Cut to INT. of living room.]


MJ:
Thanks for letting me come over, Mr. Parker.

BEN:
You know you’re always welcome.

MJ:
Thank you, too, Mrs. Parker.

MAY:
You know I think the same as Ben. You’re always a pleasant visitor.

MJ:
I’m going to go. Tell Pete good night for me, okay?

BEN:
Will do. G’night.

MJ:
Later.

[MJ exits through the front door and BEN closes the door behind her. He turns to MAY.]

MAY:
Quite a day today.

[They move to the couch]

BEN:
Peter will be fine, May. Honestly, you worry about him too much sometimes.

MAY:
I know. But I love him so much and I would never want anything to happen to him. He’s such a sensitive boy.

BEN:
Be that as it is, he still needs room to grow.

MAY:
I know you’re right, but it’s hard to let go. [pause]. Did you see our little gift on the table from Oscorp?

BEN:
The fruit basket?

MAY:
Yes. It’s nice they cared enough to do that.

BEN:
They don’t care. They’re just scared we’ll sue the pants off of them.

MAY:
Will we?

BEN:
Of course not. It was an accident. And accidents happen.

MAY:
But what about Peter?

BEN:
Peter will be fine. Give him the night to rest and he’ll be 200% better.

MAY:
I hope you’re right, Ben.

BEN:
I know I am. You know, it’s funny. Peter was the one with the traumatic experience and he’s sleeping like a baby. Meanwhile, those of us who had a perfectly routine day are wide awake like owls.

MAY:
You worry about him too.

BEN:
Not as much as you.

[Camera slowly goes up the steps and into PETER’S room. It gets closer to PETER in bed as BEN continues speaking.]

BEN:
Pete’s gonna change the world, May. I can feel it. There’s something incredibly special about that boy.

[Cut to INT. of NORMAN OSBORN’S office. There’s a desk, a few chairs. It’s a very nice office. Plush, cool, and modern. NORMAN is talking on the phone by his desk.]

NORMAN:
And they accepted? [pause] Excellent! Have their order shipped by Thursday. Can we do that? [pause] Good boy. Have them give me a call in the morning okay? [pause] OZ? Don’t get me started. Long story short, there have been a few…set backs. I think we’ll still be able to keep schedule. Otto is an incredibly dedicated worker. [pause] Of course he still uses those tentacles. Does it bother me? No. Why should I care? [pause] Worry the other employees? I pay the employees to be there!! What, it’s not good enough that I pay them, I should have to be their mom too? This is why you never got anywhere in your pathetic business attempts. Alright. See you Thursday.

[JUSTIN, a secretary of NORMAN’S, enters the doorway and gives a slight knock on the wood.]

JUSTIN:
Mr. Osborn?
NORMAN:
Ah, Justin. Come in.

JUSTIN:
Thank you, sir. I’ll get right to the point. You were aware of the field trip from Midtown today?

NORMAN:
Yes. Harry’s class.

JUSTIN:
Yes, sir. Well, um, sir, there was, uh, an incident.

NORMAN:
[raises and eyebrow]Incident?

JUSTIN:
Uh, ahem, yes, sir. A student, uh a Mr….[flips through a clipboard of papers] Parker. Peter Parker. He was bitten on the hand by the OZ experiment codename “Arachnid 0276”

NORMAN:
Otto’s main arachnid specimen. How did it escape?

JUSTIN:
We’re working on that, sir. By our account, the spider should have been in its proper containment box.

NORMAN:
Otto brought it from the lab last night to show it to me. But the spider remained in the container.

JUSTIN:
As I said, sir, we don’t know what happened. Probably—

NORMAN:
I’ll tell you what happened. Harry shows up and the whole thing goes to crap! How’s the kid?

JUSTIN:
Home. Just a little woozy.

NORMAN:
Keep track on him, if possible. None of us, not even Otto, knows what the effects of the drug will be.

[There’s a pause]




NORMAN:
Okay. Do this. Fire the tour guide. Fire the floor manager. If the kid goes to the doctor or whatever, pick up his bill. We could be in serious trouble if they get wise and play the legal system on us.

JUSTIN:
Right away, sir. Anything else?

NORMAN:
Get me Otto. And some of the board members. I have to talk to them about something.

JUSTIN:
They’ll be here ASAP, sir.

[JUSTIN exits. NORMAN walks behind his desk and sits down on the chair there. He reclines and puts his finger tips together, looking very contemplative.]
​

P.S: Thank you everyone for your comments!!

 

[Masteryada]

Good stuff man. Keep it comin'

 

[Commander Shepard]

Sounds good so far.

please continue.

 

[J. J. Jameson]

UPDATE: My schedule has been a little crazy the past few weeks...I'll try to get back to writing this weekend. Thanks for your support.

 

[fangrl06]

Really good! Like a few of the other posters, I think you're moving a bit fast. Especially with the Peter-MJ relationship. Over all really good though.

 

[J. J. Jameson]

Really good! Like a few of the other posters, I think you're moving a bit fast. Especially with the Peter-MJ relationship. Over all really good though.

Yeah, about the fast paced thing...Do you mean that the story itself is too short and moving to fast...OR do you mean I've set up Peter/MJ relationship too early?

On a side note...I apologize if any one thinks I change the story too much...While this is heavily based on "Ultimate Spider-Man", I'm also making this my take on the webspinner. I'm sure you'll realize that in the next scene or so.

 

[Lord Doom]

I'd really apreciate it if you had it where Spidey doesn't get his ass kicked all the time, like in the comics.

 

[fangrl06]

Yeah, about the fast paced thing...Do you mean that the story itself is too short and moving to fast...OR do you mean I've set up Peter/MJ relationship too early?

On a side note...I apologize if any one thinks I change the story too much...While this is heavily based on "Ultimate Spider-Man", I'm also making this my take on the webspinner. I'm sure you'll realize that in the next scene or so.

I think you may have set up the Peter/MJ relationship up a little early. I like the connection between them, but I think things are just beginning to happen a little soon.

 

[J. J. Jameson]

I think you may have set up the Peter/MJ relationship up a little early. I like the connection between them, but I think things are just beginning to happen a little soon.

Ah, I see what you mean. I suppose you're referring to that kiss. We'll see where that goes. Not to be melodramatic, but I do have some plans...

Anyway, short entry here:

[Midtown High. A hallway full of lockers and kid. Lot’s of jibber jabber is going on. PETER is alone, at his locker, and putting some books away. MJ spots him as she comes down the hallway.]

MJ:
Peter! You’re here!

PETER:
Only after telling Aunt May a thousand times that I’m fine.

MJ:
How are you feeling?

PETER:
Good. Still a little woozy sometimes, but not nearly so bad as yesterday.

MJ:
That’s great to hear Peter. Have you seen Harry?

PETER:
No. I don’t think he came today. Who knows what his dad did to him after we all left.

MJ:
Ugh, I know. Poor Harry…he probably got chewed out like crazy.

PETER:
I think Mr. Osborn just very nervous right now. Technically, we could sue Oscorp, but we’re not going to do that. It was an accident.

MJ:
True.



PETER:
And an Oscorp rep called and said that if I needed to go to the doctor or whatever, they’d pick up the bill.

MJ:
That’s nice, I guess. Listen, Pete, I have to get to class. See you after school maybe?

PETER:
I was planning on going to the food court.

MJ:
All righty. Bye.

[MJ walks off and PETER starts to make his way to his next class. We see FLASH and KENNY standing some distance behind PETER. They’re whispering]

FLASH:
You’re turn, big man. I could easily see a ten pointer out of this on.

KENNY:
Oh no, I insist. You take this one.

FLASH:
No way. This is yours. It has your name all over it.

KENNY:
Well if you’re going to pressure me…

[KENNY runs up behind PETER, ready to give him a swift kick in the backside. But something happens that KENNY doesn’t expect and the surprise is clearly written all over his face. PETER’S eyes widen and things seem to slow down around him. This is his first experience of his spider sense. PETER reaches around, grabs KENNY’S foot and KENNY proceeds fall face down on the linoleum floor. Needless to say, a hall full of kids let out gasps and gather around.]

FLASH:
Holy—Parker?! What was that?

VARIOUS:
Omigosh. Dude. Awesome. Totally kicks butt. He should—Etc. etc. etc.

[A lady, apparently some sort of staff member pushes through the crowd of kids, as does MJ]

MJ:
Peter? What are you doing?!

PETER:
I-I-I dunno. I—I mean one second…but I didn’t…not feeling so…

[PETER gets a little shaky and collapses onto the floor. The scene is very similar to the one at Oscorp. People stare, MJ kneels down to talk to him and try to get him to snap out of it. The STAFF MEMBER moves closer to PETER too.]

STAFF MEMBER:
Peter? Can you hear me, son? Peter?

[PETER goes unconscious. Fade.]

[Cut to Oscorp. We’re at a business meeting. Norman, Otto, and three board members are sitting around a table. Coffee, paper, and pens are scattered amongst them. They’re speaking of the topic at hand, namely Peter Parker.]

BOARD MEMBER ONE (BM1):
…And you don’t know the drug’s effects?

OTTO:
On humans.

BM2:
What about on other test subjects…Norman, you spoke of some monkeys?

NORMAN:
Yes. They—

OTTO:
[Very sternly] Only a few showed negative effects.

[NORMAN glares at OTTO]

BM3:
Any speculation on what the effects on the boy will be?

OTTO:
Well, personally I believe we’ll see an increase in strength and agility. It was the arachnid specimen that bit him, so I can not be entirely sure what part that will play in the equation.

BM2:
So you expect positive results.

OTTO:
I do.

NORMAN:
Or it will kill him.

[Silence and stares]

BM1:
Excuse me?
NORMAN:
I said: or it will kill him.

OTTO:
Norman, please. Those chances are slim.

NORMAN:
Just like the monkeys, eh?

OTTO:
Norman! Please! We are trying to be sensible about--

NORMAN:
Sensible?! Shut up, Otto! Admit it! You’re as unsure as me about the effects!! What are you going to say when the boy is dead?!

BM1:
Call yourself down! No one is dying. Perhaps we should meet later. After Mr. Osborn has rested.

[BM2 and 3 nod. The three board members say their goodbyes and leave OTTO and NORMAN at the table alone.]

OTTO:
That was uncalled for, Norman.

NORMAN:
Shut up! You forget that I pay YOU. Not the other way around.

OTTO:
[mumble] Perhaps it should be.

NORMAN:
Quiet. I know what I’m doing.

OTTO:
What you’re doing is—

NORMAN:
--Trying to save this company as you run it into the ground.

OTTO:
You know I’ve done nothing but sacrificed for this company.

NORMAN:
And what do you think I’ve done? Sat around on my butt and let things play out? Oscorp would be bought up in 3 minutes if I wasn’t running this show.

OTTO:
I’m not questioning you’re leadership.

NORMAN:
Oh really?

[OTTO doesn’t have the chance to answer because JUSTIN enters the room, out of breath.]

JUSTIN:
Mr. Osborn, sir! I’ve got some bad news. The kid…Parker. He’s in the hospital. Collapsed at school.

NORMAN:
[Very calm] Thank you, Justin. You may go now.

[JUSTIN leaves. NORMAN looks at OTTO, breathing heavily and enraged.]​

 

[Redwoods Wolf]

Midtown High. A hallway full of lockers and kid. Lot’s of jibber jabber is going on.

Hehe....I pity the fool!

But in all seriousness, I liked this one the most. Story elements are kicking in, characters are solidifying in their respective relations to each other (or polarizing--Otto and Normy)....makes me interested to see what you've got coming next.

 

[Toxin]

You are by far one of the best writers I've seen on these forums. I really hand it to you, this is a great adaptation. It's faithful but upbeat enough to keep the interest of the reader. Great job, and keep up the good work. I'd love to see this made into a movie.

 

[J. J. Jameson]

[Hospital. A normal room, a few chairs, a T.V. Well lit. The center of attention is PETER PARKER. AUNT MAY and BEN are around him. A NURSE is entering the room.]

NURSE:
Mr. and Mrs. Parker…hi. I’m here to get a blood sample from Peter. How’s he doing?

BEN:
Why don’t you ask him yourself? He’s awake.

PETER:
Um…hi.

[NURSE smiles at PETER and gets some things ready. a DOCTOR enters.]

DOCTOR:
Hi, Peter. You look better. I’m just going to ask you a few questions. [gets a clipboard out] Okay…what triggered this blackout?

PETER:
I dunno. Everything was fine and then boom…I was on the floor.

DOCTOR:
You taking any other kind of medication?

PETER:
No.

DOCTOR:
How about drugs…Marijuana, Cocaine…

PETER:
No. Of course not.



DOCTOR:
We’re going to run some blood and urine tests so if you have anything to tell us, now’s the time to come clean.

PETER:
Test away, doc.

MAY:
Peter has allergies…maybe the spider bite mixed with the—

DOCTOR:
Yes…maybe. I’ll look into it. Nurse?

[The NURSE prepares her equipment to take blood and proceeds with the blood sample]

[Cut to lab of the hospital. The NURSE is dropping the sample off at the counter.]

NURSE:
Here. Blood sample for Peter Parker. Get this one done quick. He’s a cute kid.

WOMAN BEHIND DESK:
Whatever. [continues reading a magazine]

[NURSE leaves. But a shady figure comes into view. SHAW. Black leather type guy. He moves on up to the counter and casually swipes the blood sample. The lady behind the desk is too busy checking out some hunk in a magazine to notice. SHAW exits around the corner and pulls out a sleek phone.]

SHAW:
Mr. Osborn. I got it. Yeah…I’ll bring it right over.

[Cut to the all to familiar scene of the Oscorp labs. OTTO, NORMAN, and SHAW are all standing in a room lit with red light from a projected image of what looks like a super close up of some blood cells.]

NORMAN:
Tell me, Otto. What do you see?

OTTO:
Where did you get this?

NORMAN:
That’s not what I asked.

OTTO:
I see cell…evolution of sorts. It almost looks more like cell reconstruction. Whatever it is, it’s working on a genetic level. Almost exactly like—

NORMAN
The OZ specimens?

OTTO:
[almost speechless] Yes. But not in a good way. It’s very much like our first experiments. The cells start to respond well, but then they seem to just break down. The unpredictable part is whether the reconstruction will form a stronger, more well-built cells or whether the cells will, essentially, collapse.

NORMAN:
That doesn’t sound like a very good prognosis.

OTTO:
It isn’t. However, sometimes the results will be unexpected largely because we have no idea how the OZ process as a whole is functioning. What might seem like a self-destructing specimen will, in fact, turn out to be the best and most healthy one in the end. We’re only seeing a small part of the process here. You know, it’s very much like—

NORMAN:
The OZ arachnid.

OTTO:
Tell me what I’m looking at, Norman.

NORMAN:
It’s Parker’s blood. Mr. Shaw here [motions to SHAW] was kind enough to pick it up from the hospital for us.

OTTO:
What on earth, Norman…?

NORMAN:
I want to know what I’m dealing with. What’s happening to Parker?

OTTO:
I don’t like this. Not at all, Norman. We’re digging ourselves into a hole that we can not escape.

NORMAN:
I said, I want to know what’s happening to Parker.

OTTO:
Don’t be stupid. I can’t possibly tell you that from this pitiful slideshow.

NORMAN:
How long do you need?

OTTO:
Give me an hour. [pause] I don’t like, Norman.

NORMAN:
I’m not asking you to like it. I’m asking you to deal with it.​

 

[J. J. Jameson]

[Parker Home at Queens, New York City. BEN, MAY, and PETER are filing in through the front door. It’s nighttime. The trio sets down on various furniture pieces]

BEN:
Good to be home and to have you with us, Pete.

MAY:
I’m very worried about you, Peter dear. What if—

BEN:
No “what if’s.” The doc says everything is fine.

PETER:
I feel fine. Nothing’s wrong, Aunt May.

BEN:
So school tomorrow?

MAY:
I do think that’s rushing it a bit.

BEN:
Keeps the body moving. Right, Pete?

PETER:
I dunno if I want to go tomorrow.

BEN:
But you said you feel fine…

MAY:
Ben, if Peter doesn’t feel well he doesn’t have to go.

BEN:
He feels fine. What’s bugging you, my man?

PETER:
Nothing. I’m fine.

BEN:
Then why don’t you want to go to school. I thought you loved school?

PETER:
Well school isn’t the party you think it is.

BEN:
You’re not at school to party. You’re there to learn.

PETER:
You go for a day.

BEN:
What’s bothering you, son?

PETER:
Nothing. Won’t you just leave me alone?

MAY:
Peter, if something’s wrong at a school we want to know. You don’t need to be embarrassed about what’s happened.

PETER:
It’s not that. It’s the people. People are jerks.

BEN:
Did something happen, Pete?

[PETER stands up.]

PETER:
Why do you want to know?!

BEN:
Uh, who do you think you’re talking to with that mouth?

PETER:
Someone who needs to mind his own business!!

[PETER backs up against a wall, fingers pressed against the wall. When he goes to lift his hand, his face shows a look of shock when he feels his finger tips pull of little chunks of dry wall. BEN and MAY do not see.]

MAY:
Peter! What’s gotten into you?

BEN:
That’s just about enough, young man. Go to your room.

PETER:
My room?! I’m fifteen years old!

BEN:
Go!

[PETER stomps off to his room, slamming the door.]

MAY:
That was awful.

BEN:
He had a tough day. This will pass, with time.

MAY:
I pray that it does. It hurts me to see our Peter so stressed out.

BEN:
He just needs some sleep. You know teenagers. He’s just going through a lot of changes right now.

[Back at Oscorp. Same room as before where the blood sample was projected on the wall. The image is again on the wall and the same blood-red light floods the room. NORMAN, SHAW, and JUSTIN are sitting at a table. OTTO is standing, presenting his findings regarding Peter’s blood sample.]

NORMAN:
What have you found, Otto?

OTTO:
The results are mixed.

NORMAN:
Don’t play games. Is the kid dying or not?

OTTO:
Yes. I estimate that in two weeks, he will be dead.

[Silence]

NORMAN:
So it’s killing him.

OTTO:
Yes.

JUSTIN:
He’s going to die.

OTTO:
Yes. I warned you of this, Norman.

NORMAN:
Not now. I’m sick of your “I knew it” attitude.

[Pause]

NORMAN:
Shaw. You know what to do.

[SHAW nods, acknowledging that he understands.]
​

 

[Gallagher]

Fantastic man, cant wait to read the rest.
You have an obvious talent and a great knowledge of the subject matter that seems to be lacking in todays writers and directors

 

[J. J. Jameson]

Fantastic man, cant wait to read the rest.
You have an obvious talent and a great knowledge of the subject matter that seems to be lacking in todays writers and directors

Thanks man! I do know something of Ultimate Spider-Man. I mean...I've only read the first story arc, oh, say...4 times or so and the rest of the series at least twice, some story arcs more. It's my absolute favorite comic book ever. t:

[Cut to PETER’S BEDROOM. It’s late. A clock reads 4 something in the morning. All is still and quiet, quite opposite of the fighting that took place earlier in the evening. Peter is sprawled out on his bed. The blankets are a twisted mess and a science book rests on his chest. He’s making little whimper sounds, head moving back and forth until he suddenly wakes up and jolts upright.]​

​

PETER:
AHH!!​

​

[He slowly comes to his senses. You know how it is when you wake up…where am I and what was I doing, and then remembering. He looks around, pushes the science book off his chest and stares at the ceiling while reclining on the bed. The memory of his “sticky fingers” flashes through his head. More staring. He gets that look of “Oh I have an idea!” PETER moves off the bed and walks over to the wall. He looks at his hand, with a little sense of wonder, not unlike a baby realizing “Cool, I have hands!” Unsurely, he puts a hand on the wall, then presses more firmly. He gives it a little tug and sees that it’s sticking. He puts up another hand, presses, and sticks. Now a foot. And then the other. He’s completely attached to the wall now. His face is exploding with all sorts of emotions: fear, shock, joy, happiness, freaked-out-ness. He slowly moves up the wall and on to the ceiling. This shot is a page out of the comic book. He’s hanging upside from the wall and utters two words.]​

​

PETER:
Whoa. Cool.​

​

[Cut to a sidewalk. PETER is casually walking down the sidewalk. He’s thinking about the amazing revelation of last night. He’s confused, overjoyed, and a little bit scared. Well, he’s about to get a little more reason to be afraid. In the distance, SHAW is in a sleek, black car. He’s chatting to NORMAN.]​

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SHAW:
Mr. Osborn, sir, I’ve got a visual.​

​

NORMAN:
Take it, Shaw. I want this to be clean and I want it done. No flaws.​

​

SHAW:
Consider it done.​

​

[The engine revs. SHAW knows his target and floors it. He’s coming up quickly behind PETER. Faster, faster faster…But then something happens that SHAW does not anticipate. PETER suddenly has a flash of “knowing.” It’s his second experience with his “spider-sense.” He whips his head around to see the car coming, and then leaps nearly a dozen feet into the air, back flipping over SHAW’S car. PETER lands on his feet, safe behind the car, and SHAW has swerved off the road and into a ditch. PETER is astounded by his ability, and rightly so. But his attention soon turns to SHAW.]​

​

PETER:
Oh my—Mister!! Hey, mister!! Hey! You alright?!​

​

[PETER runs towards the car. SHAW emerges from the car, showing a gun. PETER stops, and runs in the opposite direction towards school.]​

​

SHAW:
Mr. Osborn…you’re not gonna believe this but—​

​

NORMAN:​

I know what happened! I saw through the cameras.​

​

SHAW:
I can take the shot. His house is just—​

​

NORMAN:
NO!! Abort! I want to study that kid, not kill him!​

​

[PETER is panting when he reaches Midtown High.]​

​

PETER:
Okay. Weird. Everything’s fine, Peter. You just need to calm down. Nothing’s wrong.​

​

[pause]​

​

PETER:
Except for the fact that you just jumped a whole freakin’ car!​

​

[Continues walking to class. He’s stopped by HARRY.]​

​

HARRY:
Hey! Peter!​

​

PETER:
What’s up, Harry?​

​

HARRY:
Nothing much, but, hey, listen. I wanted to know if we’re still on for our study thing tonight.​

​

PETER:
Oh man, I completely forgot.​

​

HARRY:
Well I understand. You haven’t been feeling well and I’m not exactly the most faithful attendee. So if you’ve made plans—​

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PETER:
Oh, no. My night’s free. Drop by?​

​

HARRY:​

Sure. Say, 4 o’clock.​

​

PETER:​

Right. Later.​

​

[MJ walks up after HARRY leaves.]​

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MJ:
Glad to see you looking alive, Mr. Parker.​

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PETER:
You and me both.​

​

MJ:
Feeling better?​

​

PETER:
Yeah. Great. I feel great. Maybe better.​

​

MJ:
Better?​

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PETER:
Uh…I’ve gotta get to class.​

​

[PETER runs off.]​

​

MJ:
You are a weird one, Peter Parker…​

 

[MaskedManJRK]

Good job, good sir!

 

[Sentinel X]

This is great so far
Keep up the good work

 

[J. J. Jameson]

Thanks everyone for the comments!

[Cut to the outside of the school. A bell rings and kids gush from the doors. HARRY, PETER, and MJ emerge together. They stop at the sidewalk.]

PETER:
Okay, guys. Bye! See you in about an hour, Harry!

HARRY:
Sure thing.

[PETER leaves.]

HARRY:
So…MJ. How are you?

MJ:
I’m good.

HARRY:
That’s good.

MJ:
Yeah…so what do you want to ask me?

HARRY:
Haha. Why do you think I want to ask you something?

MJ:
Tsk…all guys do the same thing. They try to make pointless small talk with a girl instead of just coming out with it.

HARRY:
Guilty as charged. It was nothing really.

MJ:
No, Harry, I want to know.

HARRY:
I just wanted to know how you and Peter were.

MJ:
What do you mean?

HARRY:
I don’t know. You’re friends, right?

MJ:
Yeah. Of course. Pete’s a great guy, once you get to know him.

HARRY:
Just friends?

MJ:
Harry. I know where this is going. Things wouldn’t work out between us.

HARRY:
Jeez, Miss Watson, give a guy a break.

MJ:
Sorry. I just…I don’t want to be in that position again.

HARRY:
I totally understand.

MJ:
You don’t think that I like Peter, like, as a boyfriend do you?

HARRY:
Do you?

MJ:
No!

HARRY:
Well I didn’t know. I’m a guy. Me stupid, you…not stupid.

[A black car pulls up. Nice and shiny and sleek. And who should be sitting in the back besides NORMAN OSBORN himself.]

HARRY:
Well, that’s my ride.

MJ:
Later, Harry.

HARRY:
Just friends?

MJ:
ONLY friends.

[HARRY gets in the car and it pulls away.]

MJ:
[more quietly] Just friends…

[Cut to inside of the car. NORMAN and HARRY are in the back seat.]

HARRY:
Okay what did I do this time, Dad.

NORMAN:
Now I can’t pick you up without being the bad guy?

HARRY:
No. Dad—It’s just that you’ve been so busy with you wacky drug thing.

NORMAN:
OZ. Funny you mention it, because that reminds of that friend of yours. The one who got bit…?

HARRY:
Peter? Peter Parker?

NORMAN:
Yes. Him. I, uh, wanted to make it up to him. He’s a science kid, isn’t he?

HARRY:
Yeah. He’s actually helping me with some Chem stuff tonight.

NORMAN:
How do you think he’d like a tour of the factory? You know, a private gig. He gets to see it all in action.

HARRY:
Are you kidding me? He’d love that!

NORMAN:
Excellent. How about you tell him to plan to drop by on Saturday?

HARRY:
Sure. Oh! Hey! Drop me off here. I’m gonna get a bite to eat.

NORMAN:
Okay. Make sure to tell the kid, er, Peter.

HARRY:
[getting out of car] I will. Oh, and Dad…Thanks.

NORMAN:
You’re welcome, son.

[HARRY exits. The car continues on it’s journey. NORMAN pulls out a phone and dials a number.]

NORMAN:
Otto. I’ve got news. What are you doing on Saturday?
​

 

[Gallagher]

Ahhhh Norman you evil bastard what will you do next t:

excellent work man, i could use some critisism on my X4 script if you have spare time, it would be really appreciated because your A LOT better than me at writing.

http://www.superherohype.com/forums/showthread.php?t=269766

i dont mean to advertise my stuff in your thread so if its a problem i'll take the link out