Act 3, Scene 11
Back to Spiderman on the rooftop. He seems woozy still when the helicopter nearby begins broadcasting.
POLICE: THIS IS THE NEW YORK POLICE DEPARTMENT. DUE TO LEVELS OF UNREST ALL RESIDENTS IN THE AREA SHALL NOW ABIDE BY AN EMERGENCY CURFEW. STREETS MUST BE CLEAR IN THIRTY MINUTES.
In the street below, front doors open. Residents mill out onto their front porches, looking up at the helicopter above. All seem enraged.
RESIDENT: Curfew my ass!
RESIDENT #2: Yeah you come down here and say that!
The helicopter promptly belches flame from its aft section. Spiderman's spider-sense flares and he's up and standing in a second, in time to see the debris from the tail section of the craft rain down on the streets below. The chopper begins to spin crazily out of control.
The residents below, having just milled out of their houses, now scramble back inside again.
PILOT: I can't hold her! I can't hold her!
And through the evening sky from directly above comes a familiar sight - the Goblin atop his glider, second pumpkin bomb primed and ready in hand.
GOBLIN: Curfew revoked!
Spiderman moves, leaping from the roof and webbing the opposite side of the street. He secures a line snaking from one rooftop to the other like a washing-line and, this done, webs the helicopter with both hands, jumping off the roof as he does so. When his webline to the chopper is secure, he adjusts his aim and webs to the securing line above, just as the helicopter below, in its death throes, is about to impact.
The whole harness tightens...and holds. Just. The helicopter's momentum is arrested and it is suspended above-ground for a second, before the webs give way and the chopper falls all of the remaining ten feet or so. The crew manage to flee the craft before the fuel tank ignites and the copter goes up in a ball of flame.
We rise above the fireball as it climbs, high above the street below and onto the aerial combat realm currently occupied by the Goblin and Spiderman. They come together in mid-air with a tremendous impact, sending the glider spinning. Spiderman is sent flying also but stops himself easily by simply throwing out a hand and attaching himself to the wall of the nearest building.
The Goblin, meanwhile, was thrown upward and simply somersaults with amazing gracefulness to a ledge thirty feet or so above Spiderman's head. The two antagonists look at each other. It's one of those John Woo-esque moments, the eerie calm of two people who know that they're about to fight until one of them dies.
GOBLIN: Havin' a good day so far, Pete?
SPIDERMAN: I'm still alive. So it's gonna beat yours.
GOBLIN: Does it hurt to see your life flushed down the toilet? Maybe now you know how it felt when I saw you standing over my father's body. Maybe now you know how it felt to take off that mask and see my best friend's face staring up at me.
SPIDERMAN: You know what, Harry? I'm tired paying for the fact that you're a loser. You were the pampered son of a multi-millionaire. You had everything and you screwed it up. Your father saw in me in five minutes more potential for a son than he ever saw in you, you miserable...excuse...for a human being.
GOBLIN: No more bluffs.
SPIDERMAN: Suits me.
Spiderman stands up at a ninety-degree angle and begins running up the building, a scream building in his lungs. The Goblin leaps off the ledge and onto the just-arriving glider, crouches, and flies straight downward in a collision course.
At the last moment before another impact, both men twist their bodies. The Goblin dismounts the glider and swings downward as the glider loops with its front prongs deployed, meaning to trap Spiderman into being either impaled or laid open for a massive blow.
But Spiderman has anticipated the move and lashes out with a foot placed between the prongs. The glider is deflected off-course and Spiderman is free to grab the Goblin by the torso and whirl him around and free, sending him fully two hundred feet and straight through the side of a building. Wasting no time, Spiderman webs and chooses his trajectory with such precision that his body drops into the hole in the building - a high-rise office block - the Goblin has just created.
We don't follow into the building. Instead we stay with the glider as it levels out and begins tracking back to its owner, ignoring the hole, flying past the side of the building and finally flying all the way around to the opposite side-
-just in time to see the Goblin sent rocketing through the windows there, the victim of another truly enormous Spiderman punch. The glider maneouvres underneath his master so he is able to reach up and grab onto its edge to arrest his fall. Somersaulting around so he stands atop it again, the Goblin reaches down and opens a compartment in the glider's interior. His explosive toys are revealed inside.
A black dart shoots clear of the building the Goblin has just been forced to vacate, heading straight for the glider. The Goblin activates three of the pumpkins and hurls them clear, before causing the glider to drop like a stone. Spiderman misses his target and swings around in a one-eighty, in time to see the three bombs - which now have now grown elongated conical noses - ignite. They're missiles.
Homing missiles, to be precise.
Twisting to avoid the first missile, Spiderman does not notice until too late the thin whiplash wire fired by the Goblin. It wraps itself around him, pinning his arms to his sides, making him helpless to web away as the other two missiles bear down on him. We see him go limp, as if he's giving up...and for a split second, we flash to the void, and the thing therein. It growls, and when we go back to Spiderman he's able to break apart the cord with a mighty snap of his arms and legs.
There's still the little matter of the missiles. Webbing both, Spiderman throws them at their sender. Jinking desperately, the glider is nonetheless damaged by the shockwaves their detonations create. Losing altitude rapidly, the Goblin descends over Central Park and dismounts, vanishing into the greenery below. Swinging high, Spiderman drops from two hundred feet or more into the trees, hot on his trail.
We cut to a police helicopter about a mile away.
PILOT: Sighting over Central Park. We might have the Goblin and Spiderman.
BASE: Roger that. All units in area, assist immediately. Ready the counter-measures.
PILOT: Affirmative.
He flicks a switch. Affixed to the helicopter's roof beside the loudspeaker unit is a mysterious box. It hums into life.
PILOT: (nervously)This is it...