01x07 - Symbiotic Relationship

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[ALARM BLARING]

MAN:
Let's go! Let's go!

Come on! Where's the van? This way!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[GRUNTS]

Let's go, go, go, go!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

All they'll see on those security cameras

is a bunch of guys with these
stupid Spider-Man masks on.

-What?
-Huh?

Spider-Man? Don't worry.

That clown barely knows how
to use those powers of his.

SPIDER-MAN:
Don't be fooled, fellas.

Everything before now
was just a beta-test.

Those masks are so last week.

Get him!

[GRUNTING]

Whoa!

[GRUNTING]

-Can't see!
-[MEN SHOUTING]

[HORN BLARING]

SPIDER-MAN:
And this is our last stop,

courtesy of the more awesomer
than ever Spider-Man.

And I'm out, guys.

This new costume made
from the V-252 substance

is everything I've ever dreamed of.

It morphs over my body, so no more need
to carry a change of clothes.

It has unlimited webs.

-[GRUNTS]
-Oh, thanks, Spider-Man.

Remember, stay in school
and eat your broccoli.

Get over here.

[SCREAMING]

-Sorry, buddy.
-Hey!

But your new accessory
clashes with that outfit.

Here. Write me a good review online.

But most importantly, it reacts with me,

making me faster, stronger,
nearly unstoppable.

Oh, what's this? Three more wins?

[CHUCKLES]
Why do I even bother counting anymore?

AUNT MAY: Peter?

[GRUNTS]
Come in, Aunt May.

Breakfast is ready--

Oh, my! Peter, did you get
any sleep last night?

-[PHONE BUZZING]
-You look exhausted.

[BEEPING]

No time for breakfast. Horizon calls.
Gotta go.

Huh. I've never seen him so intense.

That police scanner app I created
works like a charm.

And something tells me
I'll even beat them to the scene, ha!

One AIM agent breaking into a warehouse?

[BEEPING]

Sorry, buddy, but this'll take Spidey 2.0
about 2.0 seconds.

AIM AGENT:
Don't move.

I might have to adjust my calculation.

So a dozen AIM agents against one spider.

Mathematically, I can see
where you think you have the advantage.

[GRUNTS]

But that's only if you forgot to factor in

that I'm the all-new,
all-different Spider-Man.

[GRUNTING]

Ice g*ns? You guys even make winter evil.

[GRUNTING]
[GROANS]

[GRUNTS]

And, ladies and gentlemen,
that's how you do it.

Selfie time.

I'll text this to the police.

Smile, guys. What do you think?
New profile pic?

-[BIRD SCREECHING]
-Huh?

Vulture? Huh.
He's supposed to be in prison.

Booyah! Bring on the baddies!

Sorry to ruin your dreams, fellas.

-Next time, aim higher.
-[WEB sh**ter DEPLOYS]

Ha! Even my jokes are better.

Long time, no see, Vultchy!

-[GRUNTS]
-Don't remember me?

-It's your old pal, Spidey.
-Get off of me!

This suit is not calibrated
for your extra weight.

Really? That all you have to say?

You were my first bad guy.

You can't come up
with something more sentimental?

Actually, scratch that.

If I remember correctly, your Sonic Scream
never has anything good to say.

[MUFFLED GRUNTING]

Anyway, I thought you wouldn't mind
giving me a ride to the local prison.

My friend, Adrian Toomes, is behind bars,
and I thought I'd pay him a visit.

Wait!

[GRUNTS]

-Isn't your name also Adrian Toomes?
-Huh?

Here you go, boys.

Courtesy of the immeasurably
awesome Spider-Man.

That vigilante just assaulted
an innocent man.

When did I do that?
I was busy clipping your wings.

I am the innocent man.

He's right, dark Spider-Man.

It's, uh-- It's actually still
just "Spider-Man."

Oh. Well, Toomes here
was released this morning.

Who in their right mind
bailed him out of prison?

-Norman Osborn.
-What?

The head of Osborn Academy
knows genius when he sees it,

and therefore arranged my freedom

in exchange for services
as his newest faculty member.

Do you want to press charges, Mr. Toomes?

-Press charges?
-I should, for the good of society.

But I'm making a new start,
and I'd rather untangle myself

from any spider affairs.

But-- But he's a criminal!

Not if he stays on the right side
of the law.

A bad penny is bad
no matter what side it's on.

Yo! Over here. What's up?

Pete?

So Toomes is a professor
at Oz Academy now?

What's up with that?

Hey, we're lucky to have him.

The guy's a genius.
Plus, now Oz has his Vulture tech.

I was trying out
that Sonic Scream earlier, pretty sweet.

Yeah. Pretty sweet for a criminal.

And I'm not buying
the whole "fresh start" bit.

People don't just change overnight, H.O.

You seem to have.

What? Just a little confidence, brah.

If I was like this at Midtown,
I'd have been way more popular.

Didn't realize that was important to you.

Gotta bolt. Working on that Expo pro--

Er, that thing that cannot be discussed.

Ka-pow! Booyah!

Text me later.

Hmm?

-Adrian.
-Hello, Norman.

I see you're already busy.

Good. We need to discuss the Stark Expo.

I'm working on a variety of options
that are--

Not what we're working on.

What Horizon High is working on.

I see.

So you didn't hire me just for my skills.

Don't get your feathers ruffled.

I hired you
because you're supremely qualified.

But if you also happen to know

what Horizon High is presenting
at the Stark Expo,

then I am all the luckier.

It will most likely be the V-252.

V-252? What is that?

Three years ago, the Space Administration

donated a substance they discovered
to Horizon High for further study.

Max Modell labeled it "V-252."

His hope being that he could stabilize it

and add it as a new element
to the periodic table.

When I left, they were getting close
to doing just that.

That would be quite an achievement
for Horizon High.

You have no idea.

It's lighter than plastic
but stronger than steel.

If Max Modell could figure out
how to maximize it,

it's a game changer.

Not just for the school. For the world.

Then we need to get our hands on it.

You still have your old access codes?

I'm certain Modell's changed them.

Then...

perhaps you could enter by other means.

I just got out of prison, Norman.

I'm not going to throw it all away
by breaking and entering.

Then let me do it.

I've been dying to try out your tech
since the first day I saw it.

Well, look at that, Adrian.

Young Alistair's a fan.

Huh.

Well, we could always take another shot
at the perpetual motion machine.

I can't believe
we're not presenting the V-252.

This might be the first year Horizon
loses the Stark Expo.

-Oz Academy will definitely beat us.
-[STUDENTS SIGH]

What's up, g*ng?

What's with all the mopey mopes?

You're not still upset
about the missing V-252, are you?

Come on. We're Horizon High.

I'll come up with seven brilliant ideas
by this afternoon.

It's what I do.

Someday, they'll call Tony Stark
"the poor man's Peter Parker."

Later, Horizonaters.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

This isn't it.

[KEYPAD BEEPING]

Uh-oh.

Huh? Who's there?

Security!

Huh? Adrian?

[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]

Huh? You read my mind, suit.

-Adrian? Why would you...
-[GRUNTS]

Well, look who it is.
Knew you were still a criminal.

-Can't teach an old Vulture new tricks.
-[YELLING]

[GRUNTS]

Spider-Man? Is that you?

Know anyone else who fights this awesome?

-I'll get Toomes back behind bars.
-[GRUNTS, GROANS]

But first, time to teach
the professor a lesson!

[GRUNTING, GROANING]

Stop!

I'm calling the police.
Can't you see he's had enough?

You're going overboard!

I am?

-[GRUNTS]
-No!

[GROANS]

You're not getting away from me!
[GRUNTS]

-[YELLS]
SPIDER-MAN: Max!

-[YELLS]
SPIDER-MAN: Max!

Did someone order a life-saving superhero?

Buckle up, big guy!
[GRUNTS]

This is our floor. Phew.

I thought I was done for.

Nah.

You got nothing to worry about
as long as I'm around, M.M.

Spidey? Has something happened?

You seem different.

Forgot the sunscreen.
Got a little too much sun.

Ka-pow!

Lates.

ALISTAIR: I searched the whole place.
The V-252 wasn't there.

But worse, I was seen.

NORMAN:
Get back here now, Alistair.

Making a beeline for Oz Academy, huh?
Big surprise.

-[BEEPING]
-Gotcha!

Vulture's gonna be back in prison
by morning.

Ah, ventilation systems.
A spider's best friend.

[LOW ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

High-tech motion sensors?

What ever will I do?

[HUMMING]

[GRUNTS]

[HUMMING]

[BEEPING]

Tracer says Vultchy
should be through here.

[SCOFFS]
This is what all the fuss is about?

Oz Academy doesn't seem all that special.

Oh, check it.

Must be potential entries
for the Stark Expo.

I'm not exactly supposed to see
what the competition has planned,

but, hey, rules are meant to be broken.

Time to enroll in night school.

Surprise! Guess who.

What? How dare--

-[GRUNTING]
-What?

Breaking in and fighting a teacher?

I learned this from watching you.

[GRUNTS]

Let him go.

Harry... Osborn...

This man is a criminal.

Toomes here almost sent Max Modell
to his tomb.

The professor's been here for hours.

There's a room full
of night-class students that can prove it.

Wrong. I'm the one that can prove it.
I put a tracer on...

[BEEPING]

It's not in this room.

What did you do to it?

[GRUNTING]

No worries.
I'll just get you to confess.

No! Leave him alone!

[SONIC SCREAM BLARING]

[CRYING OUT]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Harry! I didn't mean to...

[GRUNTS]
I can't control it!

[GRUNTS]

That was it! That was the V-252.

Somehow Spider-Man's using the substance
as a costume.

Hmm. No wonder I couldn't find it
at Horizon.

So, Spider-Man has some kind
of inside connection to Horizon High.

That seems shortsighted on his part.

Perhaps it's time to show him
how superior Osborn Academy is,

by any means necessary.

-[WEB sh**ter DEPLOYS]
-Is this thing alive?

I could feel its pain.

Maybe it's not just a substance,

but some kind of alien life-form.

My attitude, my aggression...

Attacking an unarmed man?
Lashing out at my best friend?

Am I controlling this thing,
or is it controlling me?

-[GRUNTS]
AUNT MAY: Peter,

you'd better not still be awake.

-You need your rest.
-Cut me some slack!

What did you say to me, Peter?

I've gotta get this thing off, now.

[GRUNTING]

I'm sorry, Aunt May.

I, uh, I caught my hand in the door.

I didn't mean to snap at you.

AUNT MAY: It's okay, Peter.
Just get some rest, please.

[SIGHS]

So, you're a living thing, huh? Weird.

I've gotta get you back to Horizon
right now.

But to get across town,
I'm going to need...

my original red and blues.

Yeah. Now, that feels...

What?

Okay, that's creepy.

I need to get you...
[GRUNTS]

off!

[GRUNTS]

Oh, no. No, no, no!

Don't tell me that you're adhering to me.

[GRUNTS]

This is like some sort of invasion
of the body grabbers.

Get off me, you gooey goblin!

[GRUNTS]

[GROWLS]

[GRUNTS]
Uh-oh.

I think I offended it.

[GROWLS]
[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]
No!

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]
Gotta...

get it out of the house!
[GRUNTS]

If it can make me lash out
at my best friend,

I don't want it anywhere near Aunt May!

[GRUNTS THEN PANTS]

Okay. Time to take this fight
to the streets.

I've gotta get us to Horizon!

[GRUNTS]

[GROWLING]

-Aah!
-[GRUNTS]

I've had arguments with myself before,

but never worried about losing.

Aah! I get it! I get it!

But on this planet,
that's called being needy!

Max Modell's studied you.

Maybe he'll have an idea
of how to get you off me.

Let go!

No one likes a backseat, parasitic,
alien web-slinger!

[STRAINING]

[GRUNTS, YELLS]

Sorry to interrupt, Spider-Man.

My benefactor would like a word with you.

Vulture!

I'm not taking villain appointments
at the moment.

Oh, you want me to let you go?
Not a problem.

[SCREAMING]

[THUD, GRUNTS]

NORMAN:
Having difficulty, Spider-Man?

A wardrobe malfunction, perhaps?

Not really. What makes you think that?

I'm sorry if the Vulture
was a little rough.

I asked him to bring you here
because I want to help you.

We don't need your help.

-"We"?
-[ECHOING]

I'm not sure if you're aware of this,

but speaking on behalf of your costume
is not normal.

What do you want, Norman?

-To be friends.
-[ECHOING CONTINUES]

I have to say, I'm a little jealous
of Max Modell.

You and he seem to have
a close relationship. Am I right?

Max Modell is a decent man.

As am I. Ask anyone.

I'm the kind of guy who would give you
the clothes off his back.

And I'd like you to do the same.

So that's it. You want the V-252.

I want your cooperation.

But if you give me the V-252,

we can create something
wonderful together.

No! It belongs to...
[GROANS]

Horizon High.

[GRUNTS]
[GROWLS]

You can't get it off, can you?

Because it's a living Symbiote.

-Make the right decision here, Spider-Man.
-[ECHOING]

Let me help you get it off.

With our resources,

Oz Academy will accomplish more
with that substance in two years

than Horizon will in 10.

No deal. I'll find my own way
to remove it.

I'm sorry to hear that,

because now my security team
will have to take it from you by force,

since you are trespassing
on Oscorp property.

All yours.

I've taken you down before, Toomes.

Yes. But can you take down...

two of us?

So it really wasn't Toomes
that broke into Horizon.

Astute.

And with Dr. Toomes' tech,

I could have a battalion of Vultures
at my fingertips.

Imagine the possibilities.

Better yet,

experience them.

[SONIC SCREAM BLARING]

[BEEPING]

Uncanny.

That creature's interacting
with his nervous system, empowering him.

[GRUNTS]

[BOTH STRAINING]

[BOTH GRUNT]

The power, the speed!

Why did I want this thing off me?

-[GRUNTS]
-Incredible.

Oh, right.
The whole way-too-aggressive thing.

[GRUNTS]

Becoming harder and harder
to control this rage!

Hate to say it,
but I might need their help after all.

Is that a containment device?

You're right, Norman.
I can't do this on my own.

If you're using cadmium telluride
as a superconducting medium,

which clearly you are,
then your brain lives up to its rep.

Welcome to Osborn Academy.

Hey, Vultures,
help me get this thing off.

[SONIC SCREAMS BLARING]

[CRYING OUT]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING STOPS, GRUNTS]
[HISSING]

Yes, now it shall be mine for the-- Wh--

Thanks.

I didn't know how
I was gonna contain this thing.

-No!
-Yep.

-[SONIC SCREAMS BLARING]
-Horizon High sends their thanks.

I was wrong, Norman.

You were helpful. Thanks again.
[YELLS]

-That Symbiote will be mine!
-[ECHOING]

As someday, so will you, Spider-Man.

Oh, Peter.

What are you doing here?
It's the middle of the night.

It's just-- Well, here.

The V-252!

How did you find it?

I've had it all along.

I wanted to run some of my own tests,
and I kind of...

took it without permission.

Mr. Parker!

I'm severely disappointed in you.

I have no choice but to disqualify you
from the Stark Expo.

You can participate,

but your work will not be counted
towards your grade.

But, by the same token,

I remember being an eager young student
wanting to make my mark,

no matter what the cost.

Were you able to stabilize it?

Sort of.

It's all in the research I, uh, acquired.

Excellent!

Then maybe we have a shot at winning
after all.

We can't use it, Max. It's not ready.

Look at the research.

I think you'll come
to the same conclusion.

I'll study it tonight.

In the meantime,
you should get some rest.

You look exhausted.

Will do, Max.

I'm sure Max will come
to the same conclusion

when he sees that thing is alive.

Can't say Norman Osborn
would make the same choice.

Is it wrong to experiment on something
potentially groundbreaking,

if it also means causing people harm?

I guess that's what scientists
call a gray area.

Luckily for me,

the decision of whether to move forward
with the V-252

is pretty black and white.