Act 2, Scene 21

An enormous pile of booty - money, jewellry etc. We see it sits in the Goblin's secret lair in the Osborn mansion. The Goblin's mask sits upon its plinth. We travel through the lair until we come to the mansion itself, and eventually to a body slumped over a large leather sofa. It's Harry Osborn, sleeping.

Someone (we can't see their face) kneels beside him, putting their lips close to his ear.

VOICE: Wake up, Harry.

Harry stirs. He turns around to see himself, an exact duplicate, kneeling beside him. There's a dancing, gleeful madness in the other Harry's eyes.

HARRY: What do you want?

HARRY TWO: You've done so well, Harry. I have something to show you.

Harry rises. He's barefoot, and his suit looks crumpled and much slept-in. As he follows his double (who by contrast is immaculately tailored and coiffured), he stumbles over something on the floor. Catching his balance, he looks down...and stumbles backward, out of shock, clutching at the wood panelling behind him.

HARRY: Ray?

A crumpled body lies still upon the plush carpet. Harry's double looks over his shoulder and smiles.

HARRY TWO: You've done so well.

Harry goes to the corpse and turns it over. Ray's cold, dead eyes stare up at him.

HARRY: Oh God...

HARRY TWO: Don't you remember?

We go into a black-and-white flashback. Harry is storming into the Goblin's lair, clad in full Goblin regalia with the exception of his helmet. His head snaps around and we see Ray, the Osborn family's loyal manservant, entering the room. He takes in Harry's appearance and his eyes widen in shock and horror. Flashback Harry smiles a doom-laden smile and begins walking toward him purposefully.

Back to reality. Harry looks as if he's about to vomit.

HARRY TWO: Stand up. He's not going to get any less dead, Harry. Follow me.

His face numb, Harry complies, staggering after his doppelganger like a zombie. He comes to a stop facing the mirror into the Goblin's lair. Only he has a reflection in the glass. His double does not.

HARRY TWO: Call to him. Call to Daddy.

HARRY: Daddy...(begins to sob) oh Daddy please, help me...

He looks up. It's no longer his reflection in the mirror - as has happened before, it now belongs to Norman Osborn. Harry's doppelganger smiles the same smile we saw Harry smile in the flashback, and walk toward the mirror in the same way.

NORMAN: Son? Son, what are you-

HARRY TWO: This is your reward, Harry. Enjoy it.

NORMAN: Harry, no! Harry, stop him-

It's too late. Harry's doppelganger reaches the mirror and steps into the reflection, so that he stands side-by-side with the image of his father. Norman backs away from the apparition. The real Harry sinks to his knees, tears running down his cheeks, watching this.

NORMAN: Who are you...

HARRY TWO: Don't you know me? I'm the son you always wanted, Dad.

And before the ghost of Norman Osborn can reply or move, this Harry pulls a curved knife (the same knife Harry brandished when he had Spiderman helpless in Spiderman 2) and stabs Norman quickly and efficiently through the heart.

HARRY TWO: Now how about a hug?

Norman gasps once, and then simply fades.

HARRY: NOOOOO!!!

HARRY TWO: Get up. I said get up.

HARRY: You killed him.

HARRY TWO: Spiderman did that. Get over it. You don't need Norman anymore, Harry boy. You've got me. And look at what we've done. New York is in terror of us. Of you, Harry Osborn.

HARRY: I killed Peter...

HARRY TWO: Can't kill one without the other. And so what? You know what Harry, what bothers you isn't the things you do...it's how you're coming to like it.

Harry says nothing. We can see in his eyes he's accepting the truth of this.

HARRY TWO: At first it was all for Daddy...but it's time to grow up. Spiderman was just the beginning. You have some other people to visit, don't you...

Harry looks at the mirror, and it's his true reflection again, tattered suit and all. His back straightens, his eyes lose any warmth, and that cruel, cold smile resurfaces. He's the Goblin again, and for the first time he's the Goblin not to live up to some projected image of his father's desires, but because he truly wants to be.

Harry's very soul is being eaten away, piece by piece.