02x06 - Dead Man's Party (Part 1)

[bunniefuu]

♪♪

[yawns]

A new dawn.

Kinda love it at this hour.
Nothing but possibilities.

[yawns]
Sure, sure.

But all-nighter patrols
wear me out.

No clue how you
manage it all, Pete.

But, hey,
at least there's bagels!

You buy, I eat.
Perfect world.

Thanks, man.
Don't thank me.
Thank J. Jonah.

Footage captured
by the Bugle's own Peter Parker

shows none other
than Spider-Man

using his brand
of brazen barbarism yet again!

[button clicks]
[prerecorded voice]
M-M-Menace!

He's the one paying me
for all the Spider-Man
"menace" footage

he uses on his network.
No amount of money

can be worth helping him
ruin your hero rep.

It's the only way
I can cover Horizon tuition.

And it pays pretty well.

I even have enough money
to buy Aunt May tickets
for a surprise vacation.

Wait, wait, wait.
Did you say "vacation"?

Party at Parker's is--

So not happening.

We all know what goes on
[groans]

when a house party's thrown--
the unexpected.

And not the good unexpected,
where you accidentally
discover penicillin.

Pete, we're ber-nerds.
We don't party hard.

If anything, your house
would be more energy efficient
when we're done.

[sirens wailing]

[Peter]
Looks like some kind
of emergency.

[yawns]

Go sleep.
I got this one.

[clamoring]

[Spider-Man]
So this is what they mean
by "mobile banking."

Excuse me while I make
a deposit!
[grunting]

[groans]
Okay, okay.

I'm really good
at this bug motif thing.

You call yourself

the Incredible Aphid?
[crowd gasps]

Oh, no.
The Furious Bed Bug.

[grunts]

Name's Beetle.

Not that you'll be alive
to remember it.

I'm Spider-Man,
as seen by these spider webs.

[grunts]

[grunts]

What beetle uses missiles?
Aah! Whoa!

That was bright! Aah!

[grunts]

[straining]

[beeping]

[grunts]
Why don't villains

use the ATM
like everyone else?

[beeping]

Get clear, everyone!
Big boom coming!
[crowd clamoring]

It is way too early
for the day

to already be this bad.

[grunts]

[grunts, groans]

Oh, yeah.

The webs contained
the expl*si*n.

I guess my back did too.

Think I'd blow up
my own score?

That wasn't a real b*mb,
just a can opener.

[grunts]
Do let the door hit you
on your way out!
Aah!

Nice! I gotta write
that one down.

[excited chattering]
[grunts] Hey, watch it!
You're ruining my...

[chattering continues]

[groaning]

Flash bangs?

Looks like Oscorp tech.

Huh. Just what I need--

Norman Osborn's dangerous gear
out on the streets.

[groaning continues]
Hmm?

Maybe I won't
get blamed for this.

But better play it safe.

[web sh**ter deploys]

I don't get it.
What am I looking at?

Was that supposed
to make it better?
What is this?

Money.

Spider-Man blew the door
off an armored car.

It's all there, J. Jonah.

It's all where?

A toddler could get
better footage
with a selfie stick.

[groans]

sh**ting Spider-Man
takes a lot more effort

than your usual
lurking-around-in-disguise
paparazzi tactics.

Spider-Man doesn't
go to parties.

He's shifty, arrogant,
in your face!

So you have to be too.
Be bold! Get in there!

[door opens]
Enter at your own risk!

Uh, okay.

Got footage of the armored car
battle between that Beetle guy
and Spider-Man.

Impossible! I was there!

I didn't see you.
[growls]
Quiet, Brock!

Your whining's ruining
the mastery of Parker's eye.

Ah, you've done it
again, kid. Boom!

I know you're angling
negative on Spider-Man,

but I saw him in action.

He saved that crowd
and took out the Beetle.

More like took out
the competition.

Talk to Betty,
and she'll get you squared.

Maybe even a little bonus.
[groans softly]

You look flummoxed.

Well, sir, I--

Not you, Brock.
The other one.

[groans]
Mr. Jameson,

I was wondering
if there were any other
assignments I could cover.

Take a breather
from the masked menace?

I suppose.

Too much of that freak
could drive anyone mad.

Hey! Brock's prepping

for this Space Administration
press conference in a few days.

Something about
talking to aliens
and yada yada.

Anyway, it's yours.
Put that Parker shine on it.

Wait a minute!

I've been working
on the V-252 story

for the past month!

V-252?

Oh, no. It seems like
Eddie's got it covered.

And now it's
your job, Parker.

I'm running
a media company here,

not a charity
for talentless photogs.

[Peter, Eddie]
But--
Dismissed!

Eddie, I...

[Eddie]
What's your secret, Parker?

Huh?

No way you get that kind
of Spider-Man footage
every time.

Uh, I'm lucky, I guess.

[scoffs]
You know you're not
the first, right?

To try and scoop me,

to get in my way?

But I always come out on top,
no matter what it takes.

Look, Eddie, what happened
with the V-252 assignment--

I didn't want that.

I'm just trying
to pay for school.

[scoffs]
Well, congratulations.

You're the flavor
of the month.
[elevator bell dings]

You're not the first,
and you won't be the last.

O-kay.
[elevator door closes]

[man]
Perfect timing.

I was just out collecting
back rent from tenants.

You're up, Eddie.
[sighs]

Accounting sent my check
to the wrong Edward
at the Bugle.

It's getting fixed,
but it'll be a few days.

End of the week, at most.

Poor kid,
[squeaking]

relying on luck.

Well, Parker,
no one scoops Eddie Brock.

[panting]
Miles, what's the word
on Beetle's flash bangs?

Is it Oscorp tech
like I thought?
[Miles] Yep.

Similar to Harry's goblin
bombs. Way too similar.

Don't know how this
got on the streets.

But that's not why I'm calling.
We're running out of time,

and we've got
our party to plan.

One second.
Got a purse-snatching
distraction. Okay. Look.

Let's say we're
throwing a party.
How many people are we talking?

Trip!
Eh, not a lot.

Come on.
We've gotta do this.
Party?

Bug's lost his--
[muffled grunt]

Shh!

I can't hear the voice
in my head.

Be just another
minute, boss.

Hey, take your time.

Sorry for
the clearance sheet mix-up.

Morning shift
gets lazy sometimes.

[squeaking]

[yells]
Gah!

Was that a rat?

Looks like you've been invaded.

Oh, man.

Hey, Rick, we got a rat problem
down in the break room.

[sighs]
Huh? Walkie's dead.

Hold here.
Be back in a second, okay?

[grunts]
Sorry.

You got it, boss.

[beeps]
[door opens]

[camera shutter clicks]

Bugle bonus for Eddie Brock--
check.

♪♪ [humming]
[Miles]
Okay, look.

You're sending your aunt
on a much deserved break.

But what about a break for you?

I don't know.
A fun but quiet night.

I promise, Pete.
Fine. We'll do it.

But seriously, nothing crazy.

[camera shutter clicking]

Let's see Parker get
this exclusive scoop.

Huh?

[grunting]

Aah!

[crying out]

Please! No!

I just needed the story!

[screaming]

[Venom]
Parker is Spider!

[grunting]

[Jameson]
The Masked Menace
of Midtown strikes again,

[growling]
this time robbing
an armored bank vehicle--

an audacious move even for one
so criminally repugnant!

Parker...

[sizzling]

[Peter]
Okay, breakfast in bed,
surprise plane ticket.

And the Nephew of the Year
Award goes to...

the guy throwing a party
behind your back, Aunt May.

[sighs]

Okay, before you get
super excited about this spread,

I have something
to confess first, uh...

May?

Oh, hi, Peter. Fantastic!

I don't have to
make you breakfast.

Huh? But--
Oh, thank you.

This really means
the world to me.

Wait, wait. Back up.

You knew? How?
Oh, I ran into Miles
at the store.

He told me about your surprise.
It's wonderful.

He also mentioned
you were afraid

to throw a party
this coming weekend
because you thought I'd be mad.

Yeah. Uh, about that--

Peter, my darling,
I trust you.

Party away.

'Cause I know that's what
I'll be doing. Ciao!

[growls, laughs]

Hey, dude.
What's with all the flyers?

I thought I'd print out
some party invites.

You know, for tomorrow.
Already got it covered, bro.

Huh?

More like you got
the whole school covered.

Whoo. That's, uh-- Wow.
That's a lot of publicity.

And wall space.
Dude, this is gonna be epic.

What happened
to a "fun but quiet night"?

"Epically fun but quiet,"
I meant.

[snoring]

Well, you were right
about the "quiet" part.

Ugh! I didn't think
it was gonna be this bad.

Wait. What "this bad"?
What happened?

Well, turns out Flash Thompson's
throwing a party tonight
as well,

and he not only
invited Midtown,

but Horizon students too.

Sorry, man.

My first high school party,
and I still feel uncool.

Awesome.

Okay, so this is everyone.

Who's up
for some board games?

[snoring continues]

This party's a "bored" game.

[grunts]
Sorry I'm late.
Is your party finished?

Maybe. I don't know. I--

Wait. Are you here
for my party?

Didn't know, uh--
You knew?

Oh, the entire school
was covered with your invites.

Ergo...

Yes.
[chuckles]

"Er-go" right on in.

[door closes]

Again, apologies
for being t*rd.

There was a break-in
at the Space Administration.

Someone stole
the V-252 substance.

I had offered my help
but got shut out.

It's a matter
of national security now.

But nobody knows that
V-252 stuff better than you.

Not anymore.
While experimenting,

the Space Administration
found a way to communicate
with it.

With an alien life!

Could you imagine
the information
a being like that holds?

The power?
Without more to do,

I figure it's a Friday night,
an alien's on the loose,

and I'm here
to preoccupy myself.

So, point me to the punch
and party on.

I gotta go check this out.

[panting]

Hey, all.
Hold down the fort.

Forgot to get ice.
I'll be back in a jiff.

Already got you covered, man.

[fake chuckle]

Who wants to listen
to some music?
Oh, wait!

Gotta get the right
audio cable for my phone.
I'll be right--

♪♪ [techno]

Way ahead of ya.

[fake chuckle]
Great.

♪♪ [continues]

[quietly]
Why you acting so weird?

Remember that black goo
with attachment issues?
The V-252?

Well, someone stole it.
♪♪ [stops]

The music probably
tripped the breaker.

♪♪ [resumes]

[thudding]

No one's supposed
to be upstairs.

Uh...

Eddie?

Why are you here?
Why are you in my room?

Does anything go sideways
on you, Parker?

What?

I look at your life--

your house, your job,

everything--

and I ask myself,

"How does this kid
have so much?"

Look, Eddie, you should go.

You know I've never
even left the state?

I've never known
anything else.

I used to think that's why
I was good at what I did.

I know this city like
the back of my hand.

It almost feels like it's...
pushing me,

edging me
toward great things.

New York
is truly my home.

And then you come along
and-- and threaten me?

My livelihood? In my home?

So it's time we threaten you
in yours!

Get out of my house
before I call the cops, Eddie!

[chuckling]
[squelching sounds]

Eddie?

Oh...

Eddie is no more.

[Venom's voice]
Now there is only Venom!

And you, the Spider-Man!

[growling]

Eddie, it was you?

You stole the V-252?

Eddie?

We are Venom,

and you are Spider-Man!

Think you got the wrong house.
I'm not Spider-Man.

Useless to deny.

We share all
the delicious memories,

like when you rejected us!

[grunts]
Eddie, please!

I know the V-252.
I know what it can do
to your mind!

Enough!
[roars]

[growling]

[growling]

[panting, grunting]

[car alarm blaring]

[growling, roaring]

♪♪ [techno]
What the heck
was that sound?

Uh, nothing.

Hey! Uh...

[in robotic voice]
Who wants to see my robot?

Ugh!

[normal voice]
Oh, boy. Uh--

[in robotic voice]
No matter. I will win you over

with my swee-eet dance moves.

[growling]

Come out, Parker.

We don't wish to play,

only hunt.

[growls]

The thrill of this hunt
wears thin.

Perhaps your friends

will be more fun.
[chuckling]

[grunts]
Okay.
[screeches]

I have had it up to here
with the creepy, Venom!

[grunts, growls]

Finally, the Spider!

We hate you!

♪♪ [continues]
[in robotic voice]
You realize tha-at is

the worst robot ever,
correct?

[in robotic voice]
Bring it, Anya.

[both imitating robot sounds]
Okay.

Who's up for something
that's not this?

Excellent.
Anyone know any party games?

Uh, we can play horseshoes
in the yard.

I keep a set in my car.
Let me go--
De de de de!

I-I can beat
anyone here at chess.

Oh, really?

[grunts]

Come on, symbiote.

It's me you want, not Eddie.

Remember me, old Spidey? Aah!

[growling]

That's it! Come on!

Come home to me!
[sinister laughter]

Come on. Come on!

In the labs they poked,

prodded,

unlocked the ability
to communicate with my host.

Home? Brock is home!

[groaning]

And I thought my lame party
would be the lowest point
of the night.

[roaring]

Time to end you, Spider.
[growls]

♪♪ [continues]

[Max chuckles]

Feeling the pressure,
Mr. Morales?

You have no idea.

Where's Peter?

Not sure.

Ah. Check.

Okay, cool. Who's gonna play
in the tournament next?
I'll be right back.

Game on, Modell.
[knuckles crack]

[Venom yells]

[sinister laughter]

[growling]

For someone
who hates loud noises,
you are gonna love this!

[horn blaring]

[growling continues]

Why didn't that work?

Lab experiments

made me stronger,

better than before!

Better than Parker!

[grunting]

Is it weird that I'm really
hating on science right now?

[growls]

You won't be for long.

[Miles]
Hey, ugly!

[grunting, growling]

What... was that?

[grunting]
[growling]

Thank you, Oscorp!

Big bang, little package.

I call 'em "Ow, My Eyes!"

Eh. How about
"Flash Stingers"?

Not as fun.
[grunts]

[groaning]

Stop! You hurt us!
[squealing]

Careful.
Venom doesn't trigger
our spider-sense!
[yells]

[groaning]

Message received...
by all the bones in my body.

[growling]

[yells]
[grunting]

Eddie...
[grunts]

I know how addictive
V-252 can be!

Its enormous power! Aah!
[growling]

If I can fight it,
then you can too.

You wanted
to be better than me?

Prove it by beating
the symbiote!

[growls]

"Better"? We have never
been better than this.

My hate for Peter Parker
and the symbiote's hate
for Spider-Man.

We are now one
in mind and body!

Good! So you'll both
feel this!
[grunts]

Aaahhh!

[squealing]

[groaning]

[growls]

[mechanical whining]
Who's up for an encore?

[groaning]

This isn't over.

I'll be seeing you soon,
Spider-Man!

[grunts, growls]

So who was that
in the V-252 this time?

Eddie Brock.

He works at the Bugle
and hates me.

Not Spider-Man me,
Peter Parker me.

The symbiote told him
who I really am.

[Venom groaning]

The fun has just begun,

Parker.
[growls]