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Previously, on Spiderman.

New York's leading philanthrophist, Wilson Fisk.

Thank you, Mr Osborn.

Dig a hole in your final resting place.

- Huh? - Further...

I want to know who that is.

Name's Hobgoblin.

This clown's outmanoeuvring me every step of the way.

How I nail this flying lunatic?

You failed me.

You failed to tell me Spiderman would get involved.

Pay up and I'll take another shot at Fisk.

You're fired!

I'll take the wing as payment.

How convenient.

Call off your men, Fisk.

Why should I do that?

Why do you want me as your roommate?

This is the man's home now.

I just hope you two bachelors don't ruin it.

Aunt May.

- What on... - That kid. Perfect!

All we can do is give her time.

What do you want from me?

Your dad's loaded.

You kidnapped my son!

This is what happens when someone tries to doublecross me.

What are you suggesting?

We can get Fisk together.

I need a better weapon.

I know that laugh anywhere.

Different wing, same jerk.

Let's see what this baby can do.

Spiderman, you're right on time... for your funeral.

Where are the skyscrapers when you need 'em?

Can't get airborne.

Maybe I can use that truck for cover.

Hope Rat Man and Cockroach Man are not already in here.

Bombs away!

Where is he getting this stuff?

There are countries with smaller arsenals.

You think you're smart, Spiderman?

You're not as smart as these smart bombs.

Happy trail, Spider-Man.

- Did you see it? - He never had a chance.

Who's gonna pay for all this?

First he knocks me out of the air,

and now he's taken over the ground too.

At least I still got the sewer.

Hey!

You can't get rid of me that easily.

Not after what you did to Aunt May.

And police still have no leads in the kidnapping.

Young Osborn was taken from his Manhattan apartment

by a masked man calling himself the Hobgoblin.

Osborn's father, industrialist Norman Osborn

has refused to comment.

What did the Hobgoblin want from you?

You can't just come in here and...

Why was he here?

I, I can't tell you, it's, it's personal.

You better tell me. It's personal for me too.

Look. This has all been taken care of.

What are you saying? Don't tell me you made a deal with him?

- You trusted the Hobgoblin? - I had to.

I could lose it all. My company, my inventions, everything.

- What about your son? - I said everything.

Look you. Don't judge me.

I know what I'm doing. This will all be over by midnight.

Midnight huh?

Then you can expect to see me one minute after.

just to make sure.

- How is she? - Peter, there's no change.

Mary Jane, I-I really appreciate your staying.

Peter, you don't have to thank me.

It means a lot to Aunt May and to me.

I hope someday you forgive me, Aunt May.

This is all my fault.

Fisk! Boss!

Where is everybody?

- Yeah. - Comfortable?

I see you have a fondness for the trappings of power.

Oh not just the trappings.

I like the prestige and the influence too.

It seems you want what I have.

You read me like a book.

Speaking of books, I could balanced mine.

It's time I got paid.

I've got something to show you first.

We can get Fisk together.

That! I was just getting what I could for myself, Fisk,

as I always do.

It's just good business.

And you like the way I do business, don't you?

What I like is of less consequence than what I demand.

I demand loyalty.

As of now, you are terminated.

No!

I've worked too hard to have it end this way.

Guards! I never want to see him again.

He must not get away.

As if anyone could stop me.

Come on, come on!

Yes!

The measure of a man is how he handles defeat.

So, let's see how you handle yours.

Look over there! What's that?

Where did that come from?

Shut the portal!

Another of Osborn's toys, no doubt.

Where do you think you're going, Smythe?

- We've got to get out! - Retreat? From him?

You want to be buried here?

Run! It's our only chance.

Yes!

What do you know? I finally got him.

A little worse for wear, but the important thing is...

it's mine now.

All mine, mine!

Mine!

Every inch of optical fiber

every byte of information, all mine!

Well? What are you waiting for?

My, my father paid the ransom?

I-I'm free to go?

Free? Nothing with me is ever free.

You're mine now.

And so is all of this.

Look at it!

It's a world wide network of illegal information.

See? Instantaneous contact with any place on the planet.

Oh, but I don't just observe from here.

I control the information.

And the better I control it, the more money I make.

Everything's wired to this panel.

Power, water, security, everything!

I can stay here forever.

Then what do you want from my father?

Revenge.

And now that I have you, I'm going to get it.

Evening, Osborn.

You were supposed to come back here. What went wrong?

Nothing went wrong. Your wing's a true marvel, Osborn.

It helped me destroy the Kingpin, just like you wanted from the start.

Then why aren't you here?

I rethought our arrangement.

Now that I've got the Kingpin's empire, I want OsCorp too.

All of it, not just your inventions.

Are you out of your...

Why you. I'll expose your identity for all the world to...

Harry!

Say hello to your old man, junior.

[muffled]

This town has a new Kingpin, Osborn, and it's me!

Hobgoblin! Come back, Hobgoblin!

You filthy, rotten, lying...

I believe the word you are searching for is "traitor".

Ironic, isn't it?

You started this by doublecrossing me.

And now he is doublecrossing you.

But he said you were...

That report was greatly exaggerated.

Much like your IQ, Osborn.

Only a fool would bring this down on himself.

It was because of you two, trying to bleed my company dry.

You left me no choice.

Enough! Recriminations are useless.

I suggest we attend to more important matters.

Like eliminating the Hobgoblin.

And how can we possibly do that?

There's a secret tunnel that leads back to my headquarters.

We used it for our escape.

Therefore we have a way back in.

All we need from you, is a weapon that can stand up to that wing.

A weapon? I just might have something.

Or perhaps I should say... "someone."

Aunt May. I wish I could be there with you right now.

It's midnight, and I don't see your son anywhere.

You were right. I never should have trusted the Hobgoblin.

But I've got one ace up my sleeve.

I'm supposed to trust you?

We both want the Hobgoblin, don't we?

Oh I want him, alright.

This is it?

There's a tunnel inside that leads to his hideout.

You better not be playing games with me, Osborn.

If is you are, I know where to find you.

Huh! This doesn't look like the entrance to a criminal stronghold.

This is a different story.

Here goes nothing.

He's on his way.

Brilliant strategy. Using one of our enemies to fight the other.

This should be quite a show.

I wish I had some idea of where I am.

But with all these twists and turns, I haven't got a clue.

Well, nowhere to go now, but up.

You need landmines? Sure, I know where you can get them.

But I want double the commission.

Good news, Merritt! I'm gonna help you get rid of those extra mines.

But I want half the profits.

Or they can rust in your warehouse.

Spider-Man? How did you...

No matter.

Welcome to my new kingdom, wherever you are.

Here, let me give you a proper greeting.

Stuck? How about a kick start.

No! Look what you made me do.

All flights have been cancelled, Red Baron.

Watch it Spidey! Those discs of his are razor sharp.

Only a few more minutes.

A few more... minutes!

Get out here! Face me.

Careful what you wish for.

End game, Spiderman!

It's all ruined! I've lost everything!

You've still got your life, for the moment.

My last one.

Where's Harry Osborn?

You want him? You got it!

Catch that, wall crawler!

The plan's working.

Of course. You expected something less from the Kingpin?

Good, you're okay. I'll be right back.

On second thought...

Let's go before this place collapses.

Come on!

Spider-Man and Osborn are in the elevator.

The web slinger must not be allowed to escape.

Can't this thing go any faster?

I had to ask.

No more Spiderman.

Easily worth the price of an elevator, wouldn't you say Smythe?

Next time we'll take the stairs.

No! They made it to the tunnel.

Then you know what you have to do.

As soon as I get you out of here, Osborn,

I'm going back down this tunnel and find out where we just came from.

Maybe not!

Now I'll never know where we were.

It worked.

Exactly as planned.

Ever hear the phrase pyrrhic victory?

You're wrong, Smythe.

We're going to rebuild it, bigger and better than before.

The main thing is it's mine again.

I'm sorry, but there's no improvement.

Peter, where are you?

What's wrong with him?

He took a fall. He'll be okay.

- What about the Hobgoblin? - Gone.

Then it's finally over.

No way is it over.

I've got a lot of questions and I know you've got the answers.

Maybe I do, but that wasn't part of our deal.

Still playing games, huh, Osborn?

Like the games you play with the Hobgoblin.

And with your own son's life.

Let go of me! What do you know?

You think I don't care about Harry?

The fact is I do, but my work was all consuming.

I was always away.

Do you know what that's like?

Missing his birthday parties, his baseball games.

Never being there when he was sick and needed me.

But none of that meant I didn't care about him.

It was just a matter of making choices.

Maybe I made the wrong ones.

Oh... what, what hap...

It's payback time, Osborn.

No!

Harry!

Osborn! Are you okay?

Dad?

We're okay.

I guess he finally made the right choice.

So you're here too. How convenient.

Yeah, for me.

Let's get this over with!

I can't outmanoeuvre him.

That was for Aunt May.

- How is she? - Still the same.

Where have you been?

I uh, I had to take care of something.

More important than this?

That's what's wrong with you kids today.

You can't seem to make the right choices.

Thank's for staying, Mary Jane.

I know you're busy moving out also...

- I'm not moving, Peter. - You're not?

I thought I wanted to

but after this, now I'm worried about leaving my own aunt alone.

- So I can wait. - Peter?

Aunt May! We were so worried about you.

Oh, it was such a shock.

Don't worry. The Hobgoblin's gone now.

The Hobgoblin? Who's talking about that?

It was your apartment, dear.

I've never seen such a mess.

I don't think you're ready to live on your own yet.

I think you're right.

And Peter, when you saved that nice Mr. Fisk's life,

you did the right thing.

Uncle Ben would have been very proud.

Don't forget me, Spider Man.

I not going to forget you.