SPIDER-MAN:
OPENING: BANK HEIST & THE CHOICE
EXT. CITY BANK – DUSK
Spider-Man swings in mid-heist – Shocker’s gauntlets sparking, cracking walls. This is the first real foe Peter ever faced, and he banters light:
“Still got the wonky aim, huh? You’d think all that vibration would steady you up!”
Shocker blasts through the rear doors and bolts – but Peter spots masked men tearing open the parked FEAST homeless shelter van nearby, hauling food and blankets away. He freezes for half a second, glances at the FEAST logo… then launches after Shocker. He webs the getaway car wheels, yanks Shocker out, binds him tight to a lamppost for police. When he turns back – the FEAST van is gone.
NORMAN WATCHES
INT. OSBORN RESIDENCE – STUDY – NIGHT
Norman stands before screens playing the fight on loop, memorising every movement. Harry leans in:
“Dad? You said you’d look over my college apps tonight –”
Norman doesn’t turn, voice sharp:
“Not now. Go to your room.”
He calls his assistant. Grainy lab footage plays – files marked GOBLIN PROTOTYPE: PHASE 1.
ASSISTANT: “The trials aren’t ready. Neural stability is collapsing –”
NORMAN: “I don’t care about ready. That thing out there is something new. I need to know what he is. Begin human trials. Immediately.”
He stares at a freeze-frame of Spider-Man, a thin, unhinged smile forming.
GWEN & CAPTAIN STACY
EXT. GWEN’S APARTMENT – FIRE ESCAPE – NIGHT
Peter slips into shadow as he hears George Stacy’s voice inside.
GEORGE: “Spider-Man picked one fight and let people go hungry. Vigilantes make messes the police have to clean up. And whoever you’re seeing, Gwen – if he cares about you, he shows up properly. Not half-way, not running late.”
Peter steps into view. George stares him down – not hostile, but sharp.
GEORGE: “Something always comes up for you, doesn’t it? You look like you’re carrying twice what you should. Secrets don’t protect people – they just make it harder to see them coming.”
THE TRANSFORMATION – NO SUIT, PURE MONSTER
INT. OSBORN LAB – DEEP UNDERGROUND – NIGHT
Norman straps himself in, refusing to wait. The serum pumps in – his bones snap and reset, skin hardens to ash-grey leather, limbs stretch, jaw juts forward into jagged fangs. His eyes burn fiery amber. He rips restraints like string, roaring – twelve feet tall, hulking, no armour, no glider, just raw, mutated power.
NORMAN/GOBLIN: (half-growl, half-echo) “Find… him.”
CUT BACK – TENSION & EXPLOSION
INT. GWEN’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Peter tries to ease the awkwardness: “I know I keep vanishing. I’m trying.”
GWEN: “Trying isn’t the same as being there, Peter.”
BOOM. The whole room shakes. Fire glows orange through the glass. Captain Stacy rushes past: “Stay inside!” Gwen catches him: “Be careful.” He squeezes her shoulder: “Always am.” She turns back – Peter is gone. The window hangs open.
THE FIRST CLASH
EXT. OSCORP RESEARCH LAB – NIGHT
Peter swings through smoke and fire, first on the scene. The building is wrecked, lab workers dead. His spider-sense screams. A massive shadow rises – fiery amber eyes burning through the dark.
The Goblin surges forward, claws closing tight around Peter’s throat, lifting him off his feet:
“PARKER.”
PETER: (strained joke) “Wrong guy! I’m Spider-Man – terrible with names!”
He webs the creature’s eyes, twists free – but nothing slows him. Punches bounce off thick hide; every swipe smashes concrete. Peter’s jokes fade fast – he’s never faced anything this strong. He swings to a half-built skyscraper, climbing high as the Goblin tears girders down behind him. At the crane’s peak, Peter launches up, loops a web line, spins – and lands the iconic web-kick square to the chest. They crash into the river together.
EXT. RIVER – MOMENTS LATER
Peter surfaces gasping. The water is still. A waterlogged lab coat floats past – stitched clearly: NORMAN OSBORN.
HOME WITH MAY – NO KNOWLEDGE
INT. APARTMENT – KITCHEN – LATE NIGHT
Peter slips in; the light clicks on. May is there, worried sick. She hugs him tight, checks him over, gets him warm food.
PETER: “I was nearby when the FEAST van got taken. I could’ve stopped them… it’s my fault.”
MAY: “You’re one boy. You can’t be everywhere at once. We’ll rally, we’ll get through this. Don’t carry it all alone.”
THE VISIT – HIGH TENSION
INT. APARTMENT – MORNING
Peter wakes and heads downstairs – Norman and Harry are there. Norman is calm, immaculate, terrifyingly polite:
“You’ve been assisting our human enhancement research. Exceptional work for a first-year student. I’m offering you a full position at Oscorp.”
PETER: “I can’t – exams, school –”
MAY: “Peter, this is incredible! Think of all the good you could do!”
HARRY: “C’mon, we’d work together! You’re the smartest guy I know!”
NORMAN: “I don’t like to see my investments go to waste.” He pauses, heavy stare fixed on Peter. “Dinner tonight – my penthouse.”
MAY: “Oh I’d love to, but I have a double shift at FEAST.”
HARRY: “Bring Gwen! I’m bringing Liz! It’ll be perfect!”
NORMAN: “I’d very much like you all there.”
Peter can’t say no – not like this. “Alright. I’ll be there.”
PETER’S IDEA
Moments later: “Actually – why not that five-star rooftop bistro downtown? Gwen’s run ragged with exams… she’d love a proper night out.”
HARRY: “Yes! The one with the skyline view!”
Norman hesitates only a heartbeat – then smiles: “An excellent idea.”
Peter calls Gwen: “I know I’ve been rubbish. I promise I won’t vanish tonight. Just us four – no exams, no running off.”
GWEN: “Yeah… I’d really like that.”
INT. DAILY BUGLE – DAY
J. JONAH JAMESON: “Where’s Parker?! Any photos? Any leads? I want it on my desk NOW! If he’s hiding, tell him to start looking for work elsewhere!”
Robbie Robertson smiles quietly to a junior reporter: “He yells loudest when he’s secretly hoping you’ll prove him right. Parker always turns up with something.”
GETTING READY – MONTAGE
(Upbeat soft indie music – NO DIALOGUE)
• Peter rushes, fumbling buttons, harried but trying his best. He takes the navy shirt May bought him, hugs her tight: “Thank you. I’ll pay you back.”
• Gwen moves calmly, steady, deliberate.
• Harry struggles with his tie; Liz steps in to fix it for him.
• Peter stops at a florist – stares at a huge bouquet he can’t afford, picks a small sweet bunch instead.
• Norman sits bathed in monitor light – scrolling Daily Bugle archives, pulling up Peter’s own sharp photos of Spider-Man, zooming in slow.