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PETER [NARRATING]: Tell me there's something better.

Yee-haw!

PETER: Go ahead. Try.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation...

...by Peter Benjamin Parker.

I can sum it up in one glorious, hyphenated word.

Spider-Man.

I am the Spectacular Spider-Man.

Only one thing missing.

It's my last night before school starts

and I could really use some action.

[ALARM RINGS]

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Did I tell you?

One getaway jump to the next building

and we're a million bucks richer.

This ain't no million-buck haul.

Not after the Big Man takes his cut.

Ah, shut up and jump.

[SHOUTS]

Oh, no. Not again.

SPIDER-MAN: Yep, again.

What is this, Marko, the third time this summer?

GRUMBLING: Just wait till I get my hands on you,

you skinny little creep.

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SPIDER-MAN: Okay, so, Marko, now tell me.

The new Spider-Signal.

Too much? It's my first night trying it out.

And I'm just not sure it screams

Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.

Be brutal.

I mean, as a guy with a lot of experience

getting thrashed by, well, me...

I really value your opinion.

This is a live feed?

Then I've seen enough.

Summon the Enforcers.

Already on their way.

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

♪ Swinging from The highest ledge ♪

♪ He can leap Above our heads ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah ♪

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

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

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Spectacular Spectacular Spider-Man ♪

♪ Spectacular Spectacular Spider-Man ♪

♪ Spectacular ♪

♪ Spectacular Spectacular Spider-Man ♪

♪ Spectacular Spectacular Spider-Man ♪

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I've never been so pumped for the first day of school.

Because today everything changes.

MAY: It isn't getting any easier, Anna.

We're almost out of money.

ANNA: But May, I'm sure Ben left you with--

MAY: Ben Parker was many,

many wonderful things.

But a financial wizard he was not.

[SIGHS]

I miss him so.

Oh, but listen to me go on.

We'll manage.

And, please, not a word of this to Peter.

I wouldn't want him to be concerned.

[PETER COUGHS]

Hey, Aunt May.

How's the most beautiful girl

in Forest Hills this morning?

[LAUGHING] Oh, Peter.

Now, hurry off. You don't wanna be late on your first day.

No, ma'am.

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[DOOR CLOSES]

[HORN HONKING]

MAN [ANGRILY]: I blame you for this.

You told me to bring

my Magnetic Air Transport System to OsCorp.

I know-- You arranged the meeting

with Norman Osborn.

And I had the best intention.

He studied my ideas and rejected them.

Then announces OsCorp Tech-Flight

four months later.

[PLEADING] I am sorry, Adrian--

OSBORN: Don't you dare apologize, doctor.

OsCorp has nothing to apologize for.

Nothing to-- Osborn, you stole my work.

That's dangerous talk, Mr. Toomes.

Dangerous and unsupportable.

Listen, you old buzzard.

You've been at this for decades

without one success to your name.

If you never accomplished anything as a young man...

Who'd believe you created Tech-Flight as an old one?

Boys, show Mr. Toomes out.

Good news, I don't blame you anymore.

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PETER: All right,

the Parkers are desperate for cold hard cash,

but I'm not letting that spoil this moment.

Hey, Pete. Harry. Gwen.

How'd summer treat you?

Science camp was fun.

Yeah, well, the world tour stunk.

My dad spent the whole trip locked in boardrooms.

So I spent mine locked in boredom.

I should have stayed in town with you, Pete.

Least we could have done nothing together.

But now we're back.

So you ready for the torture that is M-cubed?

It'll be different now.

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♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

Really? Because you spent half of sophomore year

stuffed in a locker.

HARRY: Ah, Pete? Where you going?

PETER: To face my destiny.

Peter Parker's a wall-crawler, not a wallflower.

And my life is about to change.

Ah... Eh...

PETER: S-S-S-Sally?

What's he--?

Ah... Is he--?

I... I think he is.

SALLY: Are you damaged?

[RECORD SCREECHES] BOTH: He did.

Why in the world do you think I'd ever go out

with Midtown High's champion geek?

Hey, Rand, Puny Parker's hitting on your girl.

Rand, I-- I didn't know you two were--

It's cool.

Cool? You don't care?

Why? You wanna go out with him?

I want to walk on a Parker-free planet,

thank you very much.

[LAUGHTER]

Lucky you didn't try this with my girl, Parker.

If your geek sweat got within one mile of Liz--

Back off, Flash.

I won't be your punching bag anymore.

Things have changed.

Whoa!

[LAUGHTER]

Mm.

You hear him threaten me, dude?

The nerd thinks he's Spider-Man.

Mm. Pound cake.

Oh, my lunch.

Come on. The Big Man wants a word.

Enforcers all present and accounted for, boss.

BIG MAN: Thank you, Hammerhead.

Gentlemen, I'll get right to the point.

For the last four months,

a pest has plagued our operations.

At first, I could hardly credit the reports.

Thought the boys were trying to stiff us.

Had to get a little rough to make sure they was sincere.

BIG MAN: Establishing patterns of movement took all summer.

But last night we had confirmation.

The Spider-Man is real.

And you want the Enforcers to wrangle up this here spider?

BIG MAN: No, Montana. I want you to squash it.

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[SCHOOL BELL RINGING]

Chapter one by tomorrow, ladies and gentlemen.

Mr. Parker, Miss Stacy.

A word.

I wonder if either of you remember

a field trip we took last year

to the laboratory of Dr. Curtis Connors

at Empire State University?

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Ah!

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Trust me, that's one field trip I'll never forget.

Me neither. Dr. Connor's research was thrilling.

I'm glad you feel that way.

Because he's offering two internships

to promising high-schoolers.

I recommended my two star pupils.

You start this afternoon.

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PETER: Ah! Thanks for letting me kill time at your place, Harry.

Ah! I'm not due at the ESU lab for another hour.

HARRY: I'm surprised you're not at the school paper.

Aren't you their star photographer or something?

Not anymore.

Someone else can take pictures of Flash prancing around.

I'll be too busy raking in the green.

Is this part of the same reality

where Sally Avril's your--

A minor setback.

But at least this lab job

solves the Parker money problems.

I mean, look around. All this belongs to your dad

and he's a scientist.

OSBORN: Boys, come out here.

I couldn't help overhearing.

I'm sorry, Mr. Osborn, I--

Don't you dare apologize, son.

I never do.

So, what's this about a lab job?

At ESU, working with Curt Connors.

Connors, huh? Quite an opportunity.

Don't suppose you were considered

for the honor, Harry?

Ah, no, sir.

It's totally not a big deal, Mr. O, but thanks.

We'll, uh, we'll get out of your way now.

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Osborn!

[BLADES SOUND]

[GASPS]

Dad.

OSBORN: Argh!

What--? What do we do?

Call the cops. Do it. Go!

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Tell the truth, Osborn. Can your Tech-Flight do this?

OSBORN: Ahh!

Toomes?

Not Toomes now.

I'm what you called me. I'm the Vulture.

I called you a buzzard. What?

You can't even get the name right.

Ahh!

Toomes, stop.

What will any of this accomplish?

A means to an end, Osborn.

Something you know all about.

VULTURE: You will announce to the world

that Adrian Toomes is the genius behind Tech-Flight.

You will pay me all that I am owed.

And you will publicly apologize for stealing my invention.

I never apologize, old man.

I may be an old man,

but I'm not a patient one.

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Ahh!

[YELLS]

SPIDER-MAN: Oh, guys. You play hot potato hard core.

What is this?

VULTURE: These skies are mine now!

SPIDER-MAN: He may be right. I really just rent.

What are you babbling about? Put me down.

Dude, you are the bossiest damsel in distress

I have ever rescued.

Also the ugliest, heaviest and the first.

Who are you? Who are you?

Why, I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,

of course.

Spider-Man?

I thought you were a myth.

SPIDER-MAN: Man, I need a new press agent.

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POLICEWOMAN: He's not helping, Stan.

The perps he nabs always walk--

SPIDER-MAN: Heads up! [GASPS]

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Ahh!

[BLADES SCRAPING]

What's going on?

Explanations inside. Now.

Look, Beaky,

I admire anyone who dresses up as their favorite animal.

Better still, you can fly.

So I gotta ask.

You heard the one about great power

coming with great responsibility?

Argh!

Whoa, Beaky, don't fly away mad.

VULTURE: The name is Vulture!

PETER: That's great, Harry.

I-I'm glad that your dad's safe.

Me? Well, uh--

Y-You know, I tried to follow him on foot,

and I ran for blocks, but--

Yeah, I guess that was pretty useless.

Uh, hey, look, I'm late,

and, uh, Gwen's giving me the look. So goodbye.

I so was not giving you the look.

But I am late, right?

Always, bro.

Eddie. Hey, Gwen.

Bro, what are you doing here?

Work here. I'm Connors' personal lab assistant.

Not bad for a frosh, huh?

Ha, ha. Eddie Brock's a freshman.

College freshman, little man.

But I'm guessing you're missing me at Midtown High.

No one to keep Flash Thompson off your back.

Stole your shoes again, huh?

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Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, I'd like you to meet

Dr. Martha Connors.

Eddie's told us great things about you both.

Said you wore clean underwear. Lucky I didn't say socks.

MARTHA: Curt, stop hiding in the office.

New interns are here.

I'll be right out.

Peter, Gwen, this is ESU's resident genius.

My husband, Curt.

It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Connors.

You look familiar, son.

Weren't you the boy that was bitten--?

By the science bug. You know it.

MARTHA: We won't overdo it the first day.

Eddie'll show you around the lab,

but the real work can start tomorrow.

So questions welcome.

Here's one: What does this gig pay?

Pete, you're a high school kid with zero experience.

You're not getting paid.

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[PETER SIGHS]

Aunt May needs my help. I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Oh, Pete, don't angst, okay?

It'll come to you.

Well, I'm waiting.

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You gotta admit, the girl knows her stuff.

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PETER: Today's been one-stop shopping for disappointment.

No money at home. No cool at school.

I nearly pavement splat fighting a wacko with wings.

And now Daily Bugle security

won't even let me use the elevator.

But May and Ben Parker didn't raise no quitters.

Any quitters. You get the idea.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Robbie, where's my layout?

Foswell, I ordered that rewrite 12 seconds ago.

Lee, I'm not paying you to sit on your keister.

And you.

Me? Yeah, you.

I sent you for my bagel and schmeer nine minutes ago.

You sent Benny, Mr. Jameson,

and it's only been three minutes.

Uh, actually, sir, I've got something better than a bagel.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

A proposal. I think I can get you pictures.

Photos of Spider-Man in action.

I bet it would sell newspapers--

What do you know about selling papers? You're a kid.

Worse, you're a teenager.

Miss Brant, call security.

Get this wailing infant

out of my face, out of my city room,

out of my town!

Hey, what the Bugle needs is photos.

Of Spider-Man. In action.

Now, that would sell newspapers, huh?

PETER: Today officially reeks.

Not one thing's gone right.

And now the Amazing Spider-Man

is reduced to sneaking around for his shoes.

All clear?

VULTURE: Osborn!

Go! Go!

You won't escape me again.

SPIDER-MAN: My thought exactly.

MAN: Target sighted at last known location.

Boys, let's squash us a bug.

[RADAR BEEPING]

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SPIDER-MAN: Trick or treat.

Ahh!

I mean, you are celebrating Halloween in September, right?

Or am I not one to talk?

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Uh! Whoa!

[GRUNTS]

MAN: Strangest darn gig Big Man's ever slid our way.

We're flying with the freaks now, boys.

I got no idea what that big bird's about,

but I am mighty glad he's keeping our bug busy.

Target locked.

Oh, my Spider-Sense is ting--

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Ox, Fancy Dan. You're up.

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[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING] Look, pal, if you needed a breath mint,

you just had to ask.

[GRUNTING]

Ah!

[YELLS]

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[GRUNTS]

Oh, that's not good.

[GRUNTS]

MAN [OVER PA]: Uh-uh.

Boys need a workout. Now, no turning tail.

Seriously, who are you guys?

I think we lost him.

[CRASH]

Argh!

It's not that I'm running, but there's a vulture-guy.

So if we could just postpone--

You're strong. Point taken.

But can you do this?

Didn't think so.

Now, I know you can tear right through that,

but I wouldn't recommend it.

Son, you're making the Enforcers look bad.

I can't have that.

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You will apologize. I won't.

Man, this is a sweet ride.

That sunroof come standard?

Why do you defend that thief Osborn?

Uncool. Do you know what these Spider-suits cost?

PETER: Never fought anyone like this group of bozos.

Only one thing I know for sure.

I can't let Harry lose his dad the way I lost Uncle Ben.

Surf's up!

[WHOOPS]

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There, the car park. Go! Go!

No!

This is all your fault.

Two birds, one stone.

Where'd that varmint get to now?

Did you really think you could hide from me there?

My wing. I can't steer.

Yeah, but you're still airborne.

How does that work exactly?

Vultchie, your hump's humming.

You idiot.

You've doomed us both.

Ha, ha. You so have not been paying attention.

Yee-haw!

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[SIRENS WAILING]

[GRUNTING]

Well, three out of four ain't bad,

especially on bizarre bad guy night.

Now, if I can just get my shoes.

Oh, perfect end to a perfect day.

Aunt May, you're awake.

Sit down, Peter. We need to talk.

I know you're a good boy,

and growing up to be a fine young man.

The man of the house now.

But you're still my responsibility.

I can't have you out till midnight.

You're to be home by 10:00.

That's my bedtime.

But, Aunt May--

If you're late, you call before 10.

If you do call,

it had better be to say you're on your way home.

That's the law in this house, Peter.

Do we understand each other?

Sure, Aunt May. That's fair.

Lovely. Now, how about a slice of banana cream pie?

Okay, nothing went as planned today.

Understatement of the year.

But I'm still Spider-Man.

And still undefeated.

And I still have this amazing person watching out for me.

Tell me there's something better.

Go ahead.

Try.

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