Original subtitles

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[WEBS SHOOTING AND MEN GRUNTING]

This is the Big Man's turf.

It was Silvermane's first, and he's taking it back.

PETER: Aw, I just wanted flowers for my date with Liz tonight.

It's like the bad guys know when I'm in a hurry.

City's a powder keg with Tombstone, Silvermane

and even Doc Ock, each vying to turn New York

into his own personal criminal empire.

Aw, Liz's flowers. Oh...

Maybe Tombie would write me a note.

[♪♪♪]

♪ Livin' on the edge Fighting crime, spinning webs ♪

♪ Swinging from the highest ledge He can leap above our heads ♪

♪ Villains on the rise And the city's victimized ♪

♪ Looking up with no surprise Arriving in the speed of time ♪

♪ Spectacular, spectacular Spider-Man ♪

♪ Spectacular, spectacular Spider-Man ♪

♪ Spectacular ♪

♪ Spectacular, spectacular Spider-Man ♪

♪ Spectacular, spectacular Spider-Man ♪♪

[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

[SIGHS]

Hey, Harr. Whoa, Pete, ninja much?

Heh. Sorry. Where's Gwen?

M.J. insisted on bringing her.

Gentlemen, may I present, Gwen Stacy.

Hi.

Wow, babe, you look great.

Gwen, you look like an angel.

Thanks, Peter. That was sweet.

Michael, don't run.

Oh. But, Joan, honeybunch, darling, it's not too late to catch the Knicks. Why...?

Because it's Valentine's Day and you're giving me romantic or else.

What's so romantic about yodeling yokels?

What's that, dear? Nothing, sweetums. Heh.

[ORCHESTRA TUNING INSTRUMENTS]

Dr. Octopus, I presume.

Indeed.

But where is our third party?

SABLE: Silvio Manfredi has arrived.

[AUDIENCE CHATTERING THEN STOPS]

[ORCHESTRA PLAYING VERDI'S RIGOLETTO]

[MAN SINGING IN ITALIAN]

We can begin.

See, boss, it's good you brung me.

You need me watching your back.

Just don't give me or my back cause to regret your inclusion.

To the Valentine's Day Massa... Mm. Summit.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

[PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

Wow, uh, everything looks great.

And it's free. Helps to be the owner's daughter.

Wow, what a surprise.

Romantic minds think alike, eh? Why don't all us homeys

sit together?

You expect us to sit with them? I don't think...

Please, Sal. Stay.

Fine. Scoot over.

GIRL 1: Excuse me. GIRL 2: I'm sorry.

GIRL 3: Don't touch me. FLASH: Come on, stop complaining.

Patch, what are you...? I needed the scratch.

Fine.

But stay inconspicuous.

Sure, sure.

Uh, sir, someone left this for you.

Oops.

Clumsy me.

Yo, Parker, help me pick this up, amigo.

Okay, Parker, here's the deal.

Make sure I don't say nothing to make Sha Shan think I'm stupid.

Dude. Ship. Sailed.

Shut up! She likes smartness.

That and, like, integrity and stuff.

So if I say something dumb, you kick me or something.

For you, pal, anytime.

Weren't you picking up the silverware? Why? You wanna eat off dirty forks or...?

Ow!

[SINGING IN ITALIAN]

Look, Big Man, here's the bottom line:

The Manfredi family's ruled New York for decades.

You are not taking what is mine.

You old-school types always make things personal.

But a criminal empire should be run like a business.

Not a business, a science.

You both think so small,

fighting over scraps like rats.

Given such confidence, doctor,

I wonder why you bothered calling this summit.

I didn't call it.

This relic did.

What's the game here?

You called the summit yourself, Tombstone.

Bet we could settle this easy. Oh, yeah?

How would that go?

[♪♪♪]

Sable!

[GRUNTS]

Treachery!

Your plan worked, boss. Take them.

What?

[SINGING IN ITALIAN]

Will you stop squirming?

It's this furshlugginer seat.

It's built for hamsters.

Zip it! People are trying to hear!

[♪♪♪]

You and I will have words.

[GROANS]

[POWERING UP]

[GRUNTS]

Now we make this personal.

All goes well,

them three mooks take each other out,

and Hammerhead's the new Big Man. Mm.

Wonder who I got to thank for them posies.

Come on, come on.

Oh. Hello? Robbie.

Yo, Osborn.

Nice remodel on Gwe... Ow!

So you two enjoying your un-date?

BOTH: Undoubtedly.

[CELL PHONE PLAYING "ITSY BITSY SPIDER" AS RINGTONE]

Hello? Robbie?

Look, I'm sorry, but I'm on a...

Wait, who's fighting?

Right. On my way.

Petey, it's Valentine's Day.

Doesn't the Bugle have any other photographers?

Not for this assignment.

Parker, what are you doing?

Sorry, Flash, you're on your own.

Liz, I'll try to come back soon.

Sorry, Gwen.

[MAN CONTINUES SINGING]

[JAMESON SNORING]

[RUMBLING]

What's that? Shush.

Oh, sorry, sorry, picklepuss.

I gotta investigate. Could be news. Oh.

[GUNFIRE]

We were all betrayed, by Hammerhead.

Hammerhead is a stooge.

He doesn't blink without orders.

Indeed, your denial lacks sincerity.

[WEAPON POWERING UP]

[YELLS]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

Whoa. Whoa.

I thought I was just making an excuse.

[GUN CLICKING]

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Et tu, Octopus?

Heh. What can I say?

An opportunity is an opportunity, Silvermane.

SPIDER-MAN: Oh, so that's Silvermane.

Wow, three-way battle to declare New York's biggest jerk.

Where do I start?

Perhaps with your demise, arachnid.

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[ORCHESTRA AND SINGERS PERFORMING VERDI'S RIGOLETTO]

[SPIDER-MAN GRUNTS]

Hey, picklepuss, unh, this is heavier than it looks, so...

Move, kids. Can't trust that blasted web-head to save us.

Oh, real nice.

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[YELLS]

Oh, man.

[CROWD SCREAMING THEN CLAMORING]

[SIREN CHIRPS]

Cordon off the area.

Priority one is protecting civilians.

Call me a relic.

Call Blackie Gaxton. GAXTON: Gaxton.

[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK ON PHONE]

Hey, Blackie.

HARRY: I just don't get Pete.

What kind of guy abandons his girl on Valentine's?

That's not fair, Harry. You know he needs the Bugle to help his aunt.

How are your snails?

When you told me to try the escargot, I thought you'd escar-went, but... Ow!

What was that for?

I don't know, but Parker was doing it. It looked like fun. Ha-ha-ha.

A romantic rose for your lady? I'll take your whole basket.

Wow. Now, he knows how to treat a lady. Thank you.

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[SILVERMANE POWERING UP]

So this is the Spider-Man

that's given Tombstone and Octopus so much trouble.

As yet, I'm unimpressed.

You haven't seen me juggle bowling balls while drinking a glass of water.

PETER: I've gotta start making that stuff stronger.

[GRUNTS]

Octopus calling Kraven. Do you read?

[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK ON HEADSET]

[YELLS]

They are so not making old folks like they used to. Ugh!

Excellent, May. You're fit as a fiddle.

That's what I keep telling Peter.

It's sweet of you to make this house call so I can give him the word.

Oh, my pleasure.

But, you know, I'm surprised you're home alone on Valentine's Day.

Oh, ha-ha-ha, well, what would I be doing?

And Peter's hanging with his friends.

You will pay the price for your constant interference, arachnid.

I'm broke. How about you pay tonight and I'll owe you one?

[GROANS]

My biggest enemies and this Jurassic jerk are taking each other out.

And I'm trying to stop them, why?

[ALL SCREAMING]

Oh, right. Public safety.

Robbie? Robbie?

Confounded static. Robbie!

This is the cause of our troubles.

We can rule Manhattan together or divide it at our leisure

as soon as we dispose of this pest.

[GROANS]

Please tell me the fat lady's not singing.

[SINGING]

[ORCHESTRA AND SINGERS PERFORMING VERDI'S RIGOLETTO]

Hold him still, and I'll finish what the both of you...

Stop, fool.

Let go.

Thanks, Tombie. Just don't expect roses.

Best field trip ever.

Sorry, doctor. Too many witnesses.

L. Thompson Lincoln can't be seen collaborating with super-villains.

Then L. Thompson Lincoln is weak.

Unh! You're all weak.

I'm confused. Did you wanna fight or dance?

[PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]

If your knee's bothering you, we can just talk.

No, we'll dance. We'll dance.

Flash, stop. You don't have to be afraid to open your mouth around me.

I like you for who you are:

An honest guy who stands up for what's right.

Then dance with me.

Because honestly, I can't think of anything I'd rather do.

Ha, ha. Come on, sis, dance with us.

And be a third wheel on the most romantic night of the year?

Romantic? Please.

It's a commercial holiday created by florists and greeting card companies.

Nothing romantic about it.

Yes. Yes, I will.

[ALL CHEERING]

Okay, maybe a little romantic.

[GRUNTING]

Can't see.

But I don't need my sight to finish this.

PETER: Oh, great. A hood with focus.

That sound. Hydraulic servos are powering this armor.

No hydraulics, no power.

[GRUNTS]

[POWERING DOWN]

No. No.

This cannot happen to Silvio Manfredi.

Sable, Sable, do you read me?

Sable to Silvermane. Daddy, do you copy?

[HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK ON PHONE]

Spill, hamster. How have you blocked our comm?

Blocked your comm?

Uh, well, wouldn't you like to know?

Don't you turn your back on me.

My father... Daddy's out of the picture, princess.

So be nice.

[♪♪♪]

I know it's not sporting,

but who am I to balk at playing the scavenger?

The law of the jungle prevails.

SPIDER-MAN: Newsflash, doc.

Not a lot of octopi in the jungle.

Don't go anywhere.

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[SPIDER-MAN CLEARS THROAT]

[GROWLS THEN YELLS]

[SINGING IN ITALIAN]

[GRUNTING]

No witnesses down here.

[GRUNTS]

I assume you remember our last physical encounter.

Painfully.

But I told you then, I don't look the other way.

[♪♪♪]

[AUDIENCE CHEERING AND APPLAUDING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Captain George Stacy, meet L. Thompson Lincoln,

alias Tombstone,

alias the Big Man of crime.

Mr. Lincoln, you're under arrest.

JAMESON: Confound it, Stacy.

I'll give you six seconds to arrest Spider-Man for assaulting this citizen.

Everyone saw Lincoln save that ungrateful web-head's life.

Boss. J.J.

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

What? What? Unh...

Never mind.

Jonah Jameson, you abandoned me.

Joan, if I'm not elsewhere in 0.2 seconds, I'm stroking out!

You're fired.

Expect your severance package soon.

Thanks.

This can't be what you had planned for Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day.

You're not seeing her. Look, Mark.

I didn't wanna go, but I need that job.

You think this is about your job? Liz gets the job.

Then what...? Two words: Gwen Stacy.

Liz saw how you looked at her, how you apologized to her for leaving.

My sister's not gonna be your second choice. She's too good for that.

She's too good for you.

[THUD]

Something wrong, son?

Did you see the paper?

Tombstone made bail.

Lincoln may be free, but the world knows he's the Big Man.

Sixteen government agencies now have him under surveillance.

His operation is crippled.

We'll get him eventually.

Oh. Well, good.

Here's the real problem:

You've created a power vacuum in the criminal universe.

And nature abhors a vacuum.

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Hammerhead never showed this kind of initiative.

I should have known you were behind this.

Guilty, guilty.

And, oh, so very guilty

of being the new Big Man of crime.

[CACKLING]

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