Theatrical Release Date: July 5th, 2013
DVD Release Date: October 29th, 2013
Starring:
Tobey Maguire
Kirsten Dunst
Brandon T. Jackson
Jonathan Hyde
Anne Hathaway
Jamie Foxx
Rosemary Harris
J.K. Simmons
Adam Scott
Marc Anthony
James Cromwell
Jennifer Lopez
with
Paul Giamatti
and
Kevin Spacey
and Introducing Max Muñiz Anthony and Emme Muñiz Anthony as the Parker Twins
Directed by Sam Raimi
The sun shined brightly over New York city as the view zoomed into a bank.
A truck stopped near a New York City bank. Out walked a bearded man with balding. Out of the trunk ran a dozen of thugs armed with shotguns and they stood before their leader.
"Okay, Mr. Systevich? What's the plan?" said one of them.
The leader of the thugs, Aleksei Systevich, sighed and spoke up.
"Ready your guns men. And for those people who loiter around this bank; if they give you a problem, don't kill 'em. Otherwise we'll have the fuzz going out everywhere for us. This robbery is not something to impede upon so be careful with what you do."
"When do we go in?" asked another thug.
"We'll go in when I say we do," replied Systevich sharply, "this is not known as something to forage for either. We're just going to collect as much money as we can to manufacture what we're aiming towards creating here."
The men waited for Sytsevich's call. "Now!" shouted Systevich. The thugs broke in through the window and ran around everywhere. "Let's set this place askew!" one of the thugs shouted. He ran up to a register and pointed his gun towards the man there. "We believe in a surfeit of money so get down!" he ordered.
The man, terrified, did so. The thug ran around the back and led five of the other thugs inside while Sytsevich and the other six thugs pointed their guns towards the people in the bank, keeping them hostage. It took some time to keep consistency towards this.
"Eat the floor! Eat the floor!" Systevich continued to shout as the robbery took place behind the register. Soon their bags will filled up and they were ready to go.
"Good to go! Good to go!" shouted one of the thugs as the six of them ran out carrying sacks loaded with cash.
Systevich and his men quickly escaped the bank. Sytsevich jumped into the front of the truck while two of his men opened the doors to the back of the truck. They all threw the money inside and jumped in, slamming the doors behind them. The sound of police sirens echoed as the truck drove off.
A wise man once told me that with great power comes great responsibility; that man was my Uncle Ben. And a great friend once taught me from the benefit of sacrifice that whatever comes our way, whatever battle we have raging within us, we always have a choice: to be the best of ourselves and to do what's right; that friend of mine was Harry Osborn.
Both of these people in my life have recently passed over the last decade or so. And I have took the lessons that they taught me at heart. As you all know, I'm Peter Parker; a photographer for the Daily Bugle and I'm a domesticated family man.
Unfortunately, I'm not officially who you think I am; I'm no hero, no crime-fighter and I don't serve pride to the city. Well at least not any more. That was way back. I'm a changed man and I never thought after six years something more unfortunate would happen to me.
A car pulled up outside a courthouse. Out walked Peter Parker and Hobie Brown. Chief Scott Daniels, Captain George Stacy and Deputy Captain Jean DeWolff were waiting for them.
"Mr. Parker, Mr. Brown, glad you guys could make it," greeted Daniels.
"So are we," they both replied.
"What's going on here?" asked Peter.
"Well," explained Stacy as the five of them walked inside, "it's not really a political matter but we haven't had much crime around here for six years since Spider-Man and Prowler left the city."
"What Captain Stacy is trying to say is that we're solving another crime involving mob boss Alex O'Hirn," continued DeWolff, "at least that's what he calls himself but he and his men have committed a robbery this morning in one of our city banks."
"Has the money yet been retrieved?" Hobie asked.
"Well, no," answered Stacy, "but those crooks think they're causing us a fathom, especially O'Hirn with all these crimes that he's forming but we've got our best men out there hunting them down. If we're lucky, Spider-Man and maybe even Prowler might drop in to save the day."
Peter and Hobie looked at each other. They both knew that this probably wasn't going to happen.
"These men are quite adroit though with the way they pulled the job," said DeWolff as they walked inside the courtroom filled with a crowd of chattering.
"The whole courtroom is in fact agog to hear this story," put in Daniels, "they do want their money back after all."
"Hello there, Scott," said a voice. Daniels looked to see a man dressed in a tuxedo walking over to them.
"Joseph," chuckled Daniels as the man walked over to him and they shook hands before he continued talking, "Parker, Brown, you are standing in the presence of Agent Joseph Wheadon. He works for the FBI and he has agreed to work with us on this case."
"He has had a lot of experience as an FBI agent," said Stacy, "and he is quite tenacious about the way he does his job," said DeWolff.
"It's true," agreed Wheadon, "I've come to supplant many agents twice my ranks with the way I work."
Peter and Hobie looked impressed.
"Anyway, the whole courtroom," continued Wheadon, "so let's get this over and done with, shall we?"
Peter, Hobie, and Wheadon went to find a seat while Daniels, Stacy and DeWolff walked off and got prepared to make their speech.
Soon the whole courtroom was ready for the hearing. The chattering quieted down as the judge tapped against the desk.
"Order! Order!" she shouted before turning to Daniels. Stacy and DeWolff, "Chief Daniels, will you please do the honors?"
Daniels sighed as he stood before the whole courtroom, Stacy and DeWolff standing closely behind him.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen," he said, "we at the New York Police Department have come before you today to elaborately claim the best we are doing at solving the Alex O'Hirn crimes."
Quiet chatters went around and the whole courtroom was in confusion.
"For those of you who don't know," continued Daniels, "Alex O'Hirn is a crime boss who has led a team of crooks into one of our city banks this morning. This isn't exactly a political matter but we will make sure that these crooks don't renounce the money that you own. Now turning to Captain Stacy. George, will you do the honors?"
Stacy sighed and stepped forward, Daniels stepping closely behind him.
"Okay," said Stacy, "I am obviously as you all know the leader of our boys down at the NYPD Department and I come before you today because I believe in good fortune and I hope that Spider-Man will return to our city someday. It has been six years since we last saw him fighting towards the Adrian Toomes crimes. We are now officially placing Mr. Toomes off house arrest. After all, the reason for this is the increase in crime since Spider-Man left. We just thought another year would regain our trust in Mr. Toomes. Now back to what I was saying, our men are out there right now doing their bests to capture O'Hirn and his men and bring them to justice behind bars. Captain Jean DeWolff, will you please take over?"
DeWolff stepped quickly forward, Stacy taking her place behind her.
"Alright, I bet you all can't stand how incredulously unfortunate for thirteen robbers including O'Hirn himself to take all of your money in one swoop just like that," she said, "but we are simultaneously trying to get it all back while arresting O'Hirn and his men. But as part of the city's pride, we are resolute to have this crime solved all in good time. It has also been six years since we held benediction over Spider-Man leaving this city. But he has realized that being a superhero is a privilege and therefore he feels like he doesn't want to fulfill it anymore. Thank you and have a good day."
The whole courtroom clapped as Daniels, Stacy and DeWolff left the stage.
Outside the courthouse, everyone started walking out. Two cops were carrying were Adrian Toomes to the police car.
"You must've been saying your prayers, Toomes," said one of them.
"Yeah," said the other, "because your days under house arrest are over."
"I'm quite glad to hear that," replied Toomes as they lowered him into the car. Adrian's daughter Valeria walked out of the courthouse and watched as the police car carrying her father drove away. She sighed.
"Valeria," called a voice behind her.
Valeria looked back to see Peter walking towards her.
"Oh, it's you, Peter. Why do you go home to your MJ? Your wife and your kids: Ben Junior and May Junior?"
"First off, please don't bring MJ and the twins into this. Second off, we need to talk. We haven't done so in six years since..."
"Why don't you talk to Spider-Man about it? You both have a lot in common, you know."
"You can't still be mad at me for choosing MJ over you, Valeria. I promised we could still be friends."
"Goodbye, Pete," said Valeria as he hopped into her car and drove off.
Peter was dismayed. Hobie walked up to him.
"Still trying to impress her, eh?" he asked.
"Who? Valeria? No, no. I mean, I just wish she could accept the fact that I'm married to MJ and that our friendship hasn't been as long as the relationship I've had with MJ."
"Maybe she'll understand eventually, Pete. These things take time you know. Just you wait and suddenly, it'll be there for you."
Peter sighed in agreement.
"Come on, Pete," continued Hobie, putting his arm on his long time friend, "let's get some breakfast."
"I need to go and pick MJ and the twins first. The kids have their school break and they're hanging around with MJ in the fashion designers department. I've never actually met her boss. What do you think he's like?"
"Who? Roderick Kingsley? He happens to be the greatest and most successful fashion designer in the whole city."
"Interesting. We can just go meet him then, shall we?"
"Right, Peter," chuckled Hobie, "right."
They walked into their car, hopped in and drove off to the fashion designer facility. When they arrived there, Peter sighed and turned to Hobie.
"Be right back," he said.
"I'll be waiting, Pete," replied Hobie as Peter hopped out of the car and walked inside the facility.
Mary Jane was married to Peter and they had twins Benjamin Junior Parker and May Junior Parker, commonly known as Ben and May and the kids were on summer break. They had just finished kindergarten and their mother took them to the fashion designing department for entertainment. Mary Jane was walking towards her boss' throne room. The twins were amazed as they walked around.
"Wow," gasped Ben, "took a look at this, May!"
He pointed to a statue that belonged by Roderick Kingsley. It was a goblin statue with a fireball.
"Wow!" gasped May, "look at the size of that thing, Ben!"
"I know, right?"
"Please don't touch that kids," said Mary Jane, walking towards them and putting their hands on them, "that is..."
"Property of Mr. Kingsley," sighed May, obviously knowing what it was.
"We know, mom. We know," sighed Ben.
"Are these kids causing you any trouble, MJ?" Peter asked jokingly as he entered the room.
"Um, no," replied May.
"We're fine, daddy," said Ben.
"What are you doing here, Peter?" asked MJ, chuckling.
"I've come to pick you up. Then we can all go and have breakfast. This is your shift, right?"
"Yeah. I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea to..."
"MJ, darling," called a voice.
In came a man, looking around his fifties and had black hair parted to the back. He spoke with a broad Australian accent.
"MJ, darling. This is your shift if you were wondering of course. You've worked very hard this morning and I am proud of you. Would you and your children like to take a stroll around the city for about an hour and a half?"
"Sure thing. Thank you. But first I'd like to meet my husband."
Peter quickly lent his hand to the man.
"Peter Parker, pleasure to meet you. You must be..."
"Roderick Kingsley," he replied, shaking Peter's hand, "yes, MJ's told me so much about you. So has Jonah. I've been looking forward to meeting you?"
"You've talked to my boss, J. J. Jameson?" "Yes, he must be very lucky to have a man like you working under a staff job. Congratulations."
"Well, it's not really much of a job for me. I'd rather be out there taking pictures of our old hero Spider-Man."
"Spider-Man? Why, may I ask?"
"Well, he's been Jameson's main target before he left the city and that's why he wanted to make me take pictures of him…"
"To make Spider-Man look like a fool," interrupted Kingsley, "that webhead is a danger to the city and I'm glad he left. He and that purple-caped moron can go rot with all of the enemies they've had in this city. That's my opinion anyway. I don't know about yours, Mr. Parker, but let me tell you this: be careful if he returns and heed that warning to the rest of the city for me please, will you? They'll need the advice."
Kingsley walked slowly towards Peter and slightly glared as he finished his sentence. Peter trembled a bit but pretended not to be intimidated.
"Y-y-yes, Mr. Kingsley, s-s-sir," he gulped.
"All in good time then," said Kingsley, brightening up a little and smiling, "I'll see you around, Parker. And I'll see you and the kids in an hour, MJ."
Then he walked off. Peter was amazed and looked back at Mary Jane and the kids who hand their hands up and hopped over.
"Come on, guys," he sighed, "let's get some breakfast."
The four of them walked out of the room, exited the building and hopped into the car. Kingsley watched them as they set off, a suspicious look spread across his face.
"Hmm, Parker," he thought slowly.
The Parker family had breakfast together at IHOP with Hobie. Everything was quiet until Peter spoke up.
"How's work going?" he asked Mary Jane, sipping his coffee.
"Not bad," she replied, "I'm not exactly certain that Roderick's the best fashion designer but he's becoming initially impressed with my progress."
"Hmm, interesting," said Peter, "how about you, kids? How's your summer going?"
"Pretty good so far," replied May.
"Mr. Kingsley's throne room is so cool, dad," said Ben loud and excitedly, "you should and see it."
"Shh, inside voice, sweetheart," said Mary Jane.
"Sorry, mommy," said Ben more quietly, "but you should see it, dad."
"I have seen it, son. We all have. Your mother's boss seems like a great man and it flatters me to see how he could have such a relationship with my boss."
"Me too," agreed Mary Jane.
"What do you think he and Jameson have in common?" asked Hobie.
"I don't know," said Peter before watching the tray carrying their food being placed on the tray jack and the waitress starting to pass out the food, "but that's what I'll find out. First however, we shall eat."
Mary Jane sighed.
After breakfast, the car carrying the Parkers and Hobie returned to the fashion designers facility. Kingsley was waiting out there.
"Bye, daddy," said the kids.
"Have a good day," Peter replied.
"You too, Peter," said Mary Jane, carrying the kids out of the car, "goodbye, Hobie."
"Take it easy, you guys," replied Hobie as Mary Jane closed the door.
She then held the kids by the hands as she walked past Kingsley and into the building. Kingsley gazed at Peter.
"Hmm, why's he staring at me?" he wondered.
Kingsley winked at Peter. Suddenly, Peter felt a pain in his eye and Kingsley walked back inside.
"Peter, are you ok?" asked Hobie, putting his hand on him.
"Yeah, yeah," muttered Peter, gaining eyesight again, "let's' just get outta here, shall we?"
"Good idea," agreed Hobie.
And Peter drove the car off.