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[rock music playing]
Yeah! All right!
- Look at us!
Sweet ride, right?
You must be asking, why is Peter Parker
self styled science geek / superhero
hanging in the back of a long, black limo?
Well, it’s not prom night and I’m not the president,
but tonight is cause for celebration…
Today was report card day, and Harry nailed it.
To you Peter, we all know that
Harry would be nothing but a “C” student if not for you.
You’re a good friend to my son and this family.
Oh, you got it wrong, Mr. Osborn.
Harry did all the work. I just carried his books.
Hmm, like I said, you’re a good friend.
Team needs you.
Now? Aw! I was about to be treated
to the most incredible meal of my life.
Harry, I just remembered, ah,
Aunt May needs me to do something at home.
Some sort of gold fish emergency.
- I gotta take a rain check.
- What? We just got here.
You know I was looking forward to watching Stormin’ Norman
holler at the Maitre De, but duty calls.
Hey, look at it this way,
you’ll finally get some good one-on-one time with your Dad.
[Doctor Octopus] The plan is in motion.
Emergency at Oscorp. I need to go.
Order yourself something worthy of a B-minus.
I hate having to ditch Harry like that.
It’s stressful having to juggle this friends and family stuff.
But, with great responsibility comes…
[sighs] …great responsibility.
At least one part of my life is running on all cylinders.
I’m figuring out this whole Ultimate Spider-Man thing.
Nice of you to make it, web head.
Wizard, Thundra, Klaw and Trapster.
Otherwise known as the Frightful Four.
We got a tip they were gonna break into a warehouse
owned by Oscorp. Oscorp!
I know, small world, huh?
The team is really gelled. See how we’re fighting?
It’s a thing of beauty, and I’m their leader.
Do you mind? I’m trying to talk here.
If I could just get the Peter Parker side of things
working as smoothly, I’d be golden.
Don’t tell me, Trapster. This is…
[Wizard] Goodbye, heroes!
We leave you with your shame, and a thousand killer robots.
I skipped out on a $500 hamburger for this?!
All right, people! We’ve trained for this.
Let’s take ‘em out!
I can’t believe we were sucked in so easily!
[Iron Fist] Try to maintain calm, friend.
I am calm.
This is me, being calm!
I don’t know what you all are bugging over.
These guys are light weights.
Nova’s right. That wasn’t so tough.
Spidey made these octobots sound like they’d be real trouble.
Guys, where’s Spider-Man?
Aunt May? Harry? M.J.?
There there, Peter. Thought for a minute
you were going to leave us.
But I did leave. And it wasn’t a dream.
It was a place.
And you were there. And you were there.
And you, you were… wait a second.
Why is everybody in black and white?
Where… where am I?
Definitely not in Kansas anymore.
What? It’s a classic.
You and your incessant blather, do you ever shut up?!
Ugh! You look horrible. Where are your robot arms?
I’m not even sure I can call you Doc Ock anymore.
Doc jellyfish or Doc slug maybe, but that’s as far as I go.
Heh, you might find it difficult to call your friends,
seeing as I took your little communicator.
Unlike you, I learn from my mistakes.
No Iron Man, no SHIELD, no friends are coming to save you.
Tonight it will be just the three of us.
You, me… and my revenge.
Could you serve up that revenge with a side of fries?
I missed out on dinner tonight and I… wait a second, I got it…
- Doctor blowfish!
[Nick Fury] Octavius has scrambled Spidey’s communicator.
It’s giving off ghost signals at multiple locations.
I’ve got teams scouring the city for Spider-Man,
but it doesn’t look good. Ock has planned this well.
I’ll update you if I get anything.
He’s our teammate. We gotta do something.
- We can’t just sit and wait.
Nobody’s saying we should… wait.
- Oh, no you don’t!
Don’t smash it.
- That octobot is heading someplace.
- And so are we.
Hah. I’ll have you know I’m ticklish.
Exactly how long have you been after me, Doctor “octopest”?
I have been attempting to replicate your powers
for some time.On several occasions I have come close.
That looks a lot like… Venom?!
Yes. You could consider him a close relative.
- He did it.
- He did it.
I don’t see the resemblance.
Venom had limitations.
- He was uncontrollable.
- Ya think?
With this new sample of your DNA,
I’ll be able to synthesize a far more interesting strain…
one that holds infinite new possibilities.
One that I control.
Now all I need is my test subject.
Super hero 101, Doc. While you were yammering, I slipped out.
But I didn’t miss you!
Doc, you gotta get better help. Are you paying them
or do they only get class credit?
That was probably really expensive.
No. No. So close.
I don’t wanna toot my own horn… heh, heh, I said toot.
But I just punked you… again.
Okay Doc, what else you got up your tentacle?
Wait, are you telling me, in that “I just tased you bro”
sort of way that you work for Doc Ock?
Work for him? Oh, hardly.
Otto is my employee. I hired him to obtain your DNA.
Didn’t know you were such a fan, Norman.
Couldn’t I have just given you a signed autograph instead?
- Be silent!
Such power wasted on such a fool.
I will put it to better use than stopping petty crimes
and cracking childish jokes.
Imagine, an unstoppable arachnid army under my control.
I will crush the competition.
Neither SHIELD nor Stark will be able to challenge Oscorp supremacy.
That is the true use of power.
My best friend’s Dad is a homicidal maniac
who’s been trying to destroy me? How did I miss that?
Well, when you put it that way…
I’ve been following you for so long, I know everything about you.
I almost feel like we’re family.
Ugh! You have no idea.
What did you do?!
I just gave you everything you ever wanted, Norman.
Consider this my resignation.
Doesn’t pay to turn your back on anybody today.
Argh! Could you possibly go any slower?!
Patience. Eventually it’ll lead us to Spider-Man.
We don’t have time for “eventually”!
Spidey’s in trouble now. We need to do something fast.
Speed is what we need. Nova, can you energize that robot?
A good idea. Glad I thought of it.
[White Tiger] Move it, buckethead!
After all I’ve done for you!
For me? For me?! You treated me like a slave!
Destroyed my lab with me in it! You turned me into this!
All you’ve done for me is give me pain!
He’s got a point there, Norman. Worst boss ever.
It’s no use fighting it, Osborn.
You… you’ve betrayed me!
You arrogant buffoon!
If I had cracked the formula, don’t you think I would’ve
used it on myself? I’ve just injected you
with a fusion of Venom’s and Spider-Man’s DNA.
If my calculations are correct,
it should produce a most interesting result.
Only this time, one that I control.
Looks like the grown-ups have some talking to do. I’m just gonna…
Ouch! That hurt!
You wanna know the most delicious part, Osborn,
- you pompous halfwit?
After all your schemes of catching Spider-Man and stealing his DNA,
you never realized… he belonged to you all along.
His powers are a product of Oscorp technology!
Although I have yet to discover how it happened,
Spider-Man is your greatest accomplishment!
School field trip to Oscorp laboratories!
Spidey origin take three thousand and forty three.
Scene… high school student…
class field trip… suddenly, ouch!…
spider bite… genetically enhanced spider… blood burns… DNA alters…
body transforms… bada bing, bada boom!
The amazing Spider-Man is born!
But what mad science made such miracles possible?
Wait for it, wait for it…
Pow! Screen gold!
That amazing spider was invented by Norman Osborn.
Ugh! Why do I suddenly feel so skeevy?
As an art form, revenge is nothing if not beautiful.
Now there’s still the matter of finding out what makes you tick.
I no longer need you alive for that. In fact, dissection is desirable.
Aw, sounds like fun. Let me check my schedule.
How ‘bout… never? That work for ya?
Fury’s lapdogs? So soon?!
[moaning, groaning, grunting]
- Spidey, are you hurt?
- Get Osborn!
- You don’t get it!
This isn’t about Doc Ock anymore! He’s distracting you!
Hey, Norman. You’re looking a little green.
Seriously, what am I gonna tell Harry?
Oh, ho, ho, ho! Ownage.
You just got beat with a fail bat!
Oh, yeah? You Dad’s a monster!
I left a $1,000 in case you get hungry. See you later, son.
I’ve given you new life, Norman.
I’ve removed every imperfection and weakness.
I’ve turned you into the true you.
A monster. A grotesque.
A Goblin. My Goblin.
Now now, Osborn. Is this any way to treat your Doctor?
I wouldn’t have given you power without a proper way of controlling it.
It appears I made you better than even I suspected.
I may have to make a few adjustments!
Don’t forget. I made you. You belong to me!
Why are we running?
We should’ve stayed and finished the fight.
We’re not running. We’re drawing him out.
We need Nick Fury or Iron Man or someone with the right tools.
Why? We can handle that thing.
That thing’s not just some guy. It’s Norman Osborn.
He’s my best friend’s Dad.
[green Goblin roars]
Yeah well, from the sounds of it, your BFF’s Dad wants to play.
Iron Fist! Stay with me, buddy.
You sick freak!
This is for what you’ve done to my team!
And to your own son!
I should beat you into a paste…
but I’m not going to.
It’s not your fault.
You don’t have to be this…
this green Goblin. Let me help you.
Norman, I know you’re in there!
You’re still human inside! Think of your son, Harry!
[grunts] Whatever Doc Ock did to you,
it didn’t change the fact that you love your son.
- No more!
I’m sorry, Mr. Osborn. But my team, they’re like my family.
And if I gotta take you out to save them…
then that’s what I’m gonna do!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Spider. Goblin. Same blood.
Spider. Goblin. Family.
I don’t see the resemblance.
[Nick Fury] SHIELD Agents fan out. And get some medics down here.
Just in the Nick of time… heh… Nick.
[sirens in distance]
- No one beyond this point!
You did good, team. SHIELD is tracking the Goblin.
I should’ve seen it coming.
I let my friendship with Harry cloud my judgment.
Worst of all, Green Goblin is still out there.
Let’s face it, Fury.
You tried to make me the Ultimate Spider-Man.
All I am is the ultimate failure.
- We’ll get Osborn.
You don’t get it, Fury. There is no “we”.
It’s my DNA, my friend’s Dad, my problem!
I was a solo act. But against my better judgment,
I joined this crew, and now I’ve put everyone I care about in harm’s way.
No one else gets hurt because of me.
It’s my mess. I have to clean it up.
I’m gonna take care of the Green Goblin and…
I’m gonna do it alone.
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