Act 3, Scene 5

The offices of the Sentinel. A room inside, filled with people. The low buzz of conversation fills the room. Lynas enters at the head of the room and the buzz melts away. It's a meeting of the Web. He cuts straight to the point.

LYNAS: You know why you're all here.

We see that Robbie is in the front row. Everyone looks grim.

ROBBIE: He needs our help. Jesus, what he must be feeling – the entire city is coming down on him out there.

LYNAS: At the minute there's nothing we can do.

ROBBIE: You own a newspaper! There's plenty you can do! Jonah has no evidence apart from one picture. He's counting on no serious challenges coming forward and so far no-one has. But people respect the Sentinel.

LYNAS: We can rubbish it all we want but unless we prove it's not Peter – and that, needless to say, might prove difficult nothing will change. That's the media culture we live in, ladies and gentlemen.

WOMAN: I heard he put some guy through a window.

An uncomfortable silence follows that statement.

LYNAS: As Robbie said, he must be under immense strain at the moment. He saved all of our lives – I think he deserves the benefit of the doubt. He's a hero, and he'll prove it to this city again.

ROBBIE: Who's gonna let him, Lynas? He'll be arrested or killed before he has a chance to prove anything to anyone.

As he says those last two sentences, we fade into a view of Peter sitting on one of the birds on the side of Chrysler Building, the exact place where he sat the night his Uncle Ben was killed. He looks out over New York with haunted, hunted eyes.