Act 3, Scene 15
Our world swims back into focus, and we realise we're looking at Spiderman's head, and that Spiderman himself is just regaining consciousness. Obviously remembering the circumstances of his blackout, he jerks in panic and tries to stand up...and fails. He's bound from head to toe in a thin silver wire.
The Goblin appears, kneeling only a few feet in front of him. Behind him New York stretches out like silver pepper. We pull back and see they're on top of a skyscraper, a round-shaped building around sixty storeys high.
The Goblin is holding a box.
GOBLIN: You know, word of advice - that suit may look good, but between you and me you've never been known to faint at loud noises before.
SPIDERMAN: Oh great. More ranting.
GOBLIN: Now now. Be nice.
He holds the box in his hands out and activates it. It's the unit from the top of the third helicopter, and it begins to blare out the sonic signal. Spiderman writhes in agony, struggling at the restraining wire, but to no avail.
The Goblin cuts off the noise.
GOBLIN: I wouldn't bother trying to escape, Pete. That little thin wire just happens to be adamantium. Cost more than you make in...well, ever.
SPIDERMAN: Boasting about money, Harry? Your Daddy would be so proud. If he wasn't dead.
Furious, the Goblin grabs Spiderman by the mask, lifts him off the ground and walks him to the very edge of the building.
GOBLIN: I'm going to kill you, Pete. But not just for my father. Oh that was Harry Osborn's motivation sure, but see, I'm not entirely Harry any more.
We go to a wide-angle shot of the Goblin holding Spiderman over the edge with one hand. The sonic emitter is in the other.
SPIDERMAN: You don't say.
GOBLIN: But you can't forget where you came from. So I think the score needs settling, Pete. For good old Harry to feel a sense of closure on this whole sorry mess.
Spiderman's mask melts away. Peter stares the Goblin straight in the face.
PETER: So drop me, Harry.
With his free hand the Goblin removes his own mask.
HARRY: I can't do that, Pete.
PETER: I knew it.
HARRY: Killing you like this wouldn't even the score.
Awful realisation dawns on Peter at that moment. We see his entire body go rigid with fear and a pent-up anger rising in intensity...
PETER: What have you done?
A slow, terrible smile breaks out on Harry Osborn's face.
HARRY: Shame on you, Peter Parker.
And Peter knows. Just from those first three words, he knows.
PETER: Aunt May...no...what did you do with her?!
Harry laughs and walks around the circumference of the roof, Peter redoubling his efforts to get out of the bindings as they walk.
HARRY: What do you think I did, Pete? I put her up at my place.
Peter glances over his shoulder. Far below but clearly visible in the distance is the Osborn mansion.
HARRY: I wouldn't have anything less for Aunt May. She's practically like a mother to me. I just hope she doesn't pry...I think I might have left some of Dad's toys lying around-
Spiderman's spider-sense begins to shriek in an intensity it never previously has. The Osborn mansion comes into terrible, sharp focus.
SPIDERMAN: HARRY, NO!
But Harry presses a button, and the Osborn family mansion, Harry's home...is wiped off the face of the Earth.
The explosion is tremendous. The shockwave ripples out, knocking over cars, blowing out windows in a spectacular straight line from the mansion to the building where Spiderman is held. When the debris settles in the epicentre of the blast, nothing of the building remains.
HARRY: Now that's what I call closure.
He tosses Spiderman aside, into the centre of the roof. As soon as his body impacts the ground, we disappear into the void. Peter faces the creature, his expression truly terrible.
THING: Join...with...me.
PETER: Yes.
Fully unleashed at last, the creature rushes forward. We see the briefest glimpse of razor-sharp teeth and a huge, alien tongue and then we're back on top of the roof. Peter gets to his feet. The Spiderman mask climbs back up his face again.
At his midriff, the vial is secreted by the suit. With Peter's hands bound, it drops to the roof and rolls a short distance. Harry notices it.
HARRY: And what was that?
With the biggest heave and strain of his life, Spiderman pushes at his bonds from within. They bend and snap, falling to his feet. Astonished, suddenly fearful, Harry takes an involuntary step backward. Spiderman steps forward, and his foot comes down decisively and quite deliberately on the antidote vial, smashing it completely.
SPIDERMAN: That...was the one small chance you had of me not killing you.
Harry's eyes widen. He hefts the sonic emitter and it blares, but the pain which previously brought Spiderman down...here hardly slows him. He springs with vengeance and hatred in his every movement, his every strike. Harry is knocked from one end of the rooftop to the other. The emitter is destroyed. He swings a few blows, but even serum-enhanced speed and strength is no match for Spiderman in this mood.
With one massive punch, Harry is knocked off the roof and begins falling to the sidewalk below. As it has done many times before, his glider slides in underneath him, but he cannot even stand, and merely lies upon it as it carries him toward the explosion.
Above, Spiderman leaps from the roof of the circular skyscraper and descends like the shadow of death from above. The jump is so precise that he falls into the glider's flight-path and is able to grab onto it as he falls. He swings himself up onto the underside of the machine and with quick, savage strikes sets about completely ruining the mechanics. The glider loses altitude, smoke pouring from its innards.
Now irreparably damaged, the glider begins to nosedive for the surface. Spiderman detaches himself. Harry barely manages to roll off the top before the glider impacts, smashing itself to pieces. Harry lands less than gracefully. The glider has carried him far enough so that he has grounded almost at the outskirts of the mansion's (former) gardens. Smoke and debris are still thick in the air.
Harry glances behind him. A black-clad figure is swooping and looping toward him. He turns tail and half-runs, half-limps toward the midst of the smoke, but to no avail. Spiderman's silhouette through the smoke solidifies suddenly and with one swift movement his legs have impacted Harry's back and pinned the Goblin to the ground.
Triumphant, Spiderman rears back up upon his prey, his head to the stars above. Something strange is happening to the mask on his suit...as we watch, it grows a mouth, an opening, from which pointed teeth flash for a second.
Harry attempts to get up and only succeeds in being knocked onto his back. He stares up in abject terror at Spiderman above him, poised and ready to deliver the final blow. As we watch Spiderman's hand closes around an object left lying in the charred grass of the Osborn mansion gardens. He lifts a large fragment of glass with a wickedly sharp point. Harry begins to babble in fear.
HARRY: Peter, God...I never meant for any of this to happen. You've gotta believe me Pete. It's Harry. I would never hurt you. Give me a chance, Pete. Give me a chance!
PETER: And Aunt May? Did you give her a chance? Did you?!
He raises the shard of glass, ready to bring it down upon Harry Osborn-
AUNT MAY: Peter?
Frozen on the downstroke, Peter turns his head toward the source of the impossible voice, but sure enough, defying all logic, Aunt May steps from the smoke, looking a little dishevelled but very much alive.
PETER: Aunt May...?
May nods.
PETER: How did you-
Right on cue, Mary-Jane emerges beside her.
MARY-JANE: You know...I think this makes the score Mary-Jane one, supervillains two.
AUNT MAY: Let's go home, Peter.
Peter's hand relaxes around the shard...but we hear a growl from somewhere, the growl of the symbiote, and his grip tightens again. His suit ripples slightly.
PETER: I have to do this.
He raises the razor-sharp piece of glass above his head again, ready to bring it down.
MARY-JANE: Peter, no!
PETER: You'll never be safe so long as he's around, MJ. I'm sorry.
He's just about to strike when-
AUNT MAY: Would it make him proud?
She says it calmly, but the effect is immediate. The shard stops an inch from Harry's exposed neck. Peter looks tortured. We don't flashback here, we just stay on the makeshift blade, one quick thrust away from ending Harry Osborn's life.
With a jerk it's tossed aside.
HARRY: What are you doing? What are you doing?!
He tries to struggle free, but Peter is too strong and Harry too weak from the preceding fight.
HARRY: You promised! You promised!
MARY-JANE: (as realisation dawns)Oh my God.
PETER: You want to die?
Harry breaks down completely into sobbing. He covers his face and curls into a ball. We begin to hear the faint wail of sirens in the background.
HARRY: Kill me...kill me, please...
MARY-JANE: He's still in there! Can't you see that? Harry's still in there.
Aunt May steps forward and places a hand on Peter's arm. He looks up at her and for a second there's communication there - pride on her part, vulnerability on his.
AUNT MAY: I think it's better if you're not here when the police arrive, Peter.
PETER: And him? I'm not leaving you with him.
MARY-JANE: They can't find him like this, Pete.
PETER: (ominously)Not a problem.
We cut to Harry's semi-naked body being lifted onto a stretcher and bundled into the back of an ambulance. He's unconscious and sports bruises all over his torso.
Another ambulance man is speaking to Mary-Jane and Aunt May.
AMBULANCE MAN: This is how you found him?
MARY-JANE: In the grounds. Must have been thrown clear.
Nearby, a police officer discovers the wreckage of the glider. He speaks into his radio.
POLICE OFFICER: Base, we have probable Goblin involvement.
BASE (V/O): Roger. All units on alert for the Goblin and Spiderman in the area. Both targets to be considered extremely dangerous.
And as we hear that, we cut back to the ambulance carrying Harry. His eyes snap open and his mouth twists into that hideous Goblin smile...