03x08 - Chapter VIII: The Ultimate Slayer

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Hey Parker,
don't you know these two?

Who are you talking a...

Harry and Mary Jane engaged?

Peter, line 12.
It's some kind of emergency.

Now what?
Something wrong at home?

Hello? Aunt May?

Parker, this is someone
whose life is in your hands.

You must contact Spider-Man
for me immediately!

I don't believe it!
It sounds like...

He's the only one who can
rescue me from my employer,

a crime lord know as the Kingpin.

The Kingpin.

Now listen carefully.

My name is Alistair Smythe.

I knew I recognize that voice.

I realized Spider-Man
doesn't owe anything

to someone who's tried
so hard to destroy him.

But if you can help me,

I will guarantee him
Kingpin's head on a platter.

But tell me something.
Why would you betray your boss?

Because I think he's
about to betray me.

Tell Spider-Man to meet me on the
roof of the old Brandon building.



I'll have some
interesting data for him.

Smythe, wait!

Some interesting data indeed.

As you should know, Smythe,

in spite of my size,
I have the agility of a cat.

Too bad you have
the loyalty of a jackal.

What I really want to do is talk to
MJ about her engagement to Harry.

So why am I going off to
meet Smythe right now?

Because I also want to
bring down the Kingpin.

There he is, right on time.

Smythe, is that you?

It's Smythe alright, but what
has he done to himself?

Kingpin has commandered
you must be located

and then, you must be...

...terminated.

Smythe's become some kind
of ultimate spider slayer.

And that makes me toast.

SPIDER-MAN

Blast! What is wrong?

Where... where am I?

Please get off the floor.

I just dusted it for cobwebs.

Madame Web?
Not her again?

I'd most rather be facing Smythe.

Alistair nearly had him.
Do something.

There, I got the visual back.

But Spider-Man was able to escape.

It seems the new Alistair is just
as disappointing as the old.

His synapses hasn't fully
adjusted to my treatment yet.

I'll bring him back for more.

Let us hope that is all he requires

for his sake, as well
as yours, Dr. Landon.

Another pathetic effort
like that, Spider-Man,

and even my telekinetic powers
won't be able to save you.

Pathetic?
What more could I have done?

For one thing, you must stop being
distracted by your romantic dilemma.

That's easy for you to say.

But even if I could,
how am I going to beat Smythe?

He's too strong.

It's not how to defeat
your enemies, it's why.

Why do they want to destroy you?

That's obvious.
Smythe's working for Fisk...

Your Aunt May seems intelligent,

so perhaps ignorance does
permeate your family.

Perhaps it's just you...

Hey, I never asked to
come here in the first place.

Then worry about your
little romance elsewhere.

Go go go.

And remember my
confused young man.

It's not the how you must
master, it's the why.

How am I suppose to know what
that busybody is talking about?

And why should I care?

She's right about
one thing though.

I am distracted.

I've got to talk to Mary Jane.

Welcome back, Smythe.

My dear fellow, it's time
for another treatment.

No more treatments.

You will do as you are told.

Go ahead. Try it.

I'm sorry about that.

It's a minor malfunction,
easily corrected.

The good news is,
the fail-safe programming

which prevents Alistair
from harming either of us

is completely intact.

See that it stays that way.

Come with me. We can
discuss my plans for Smythe.

We have come to the end
of our long association.

You have failed to keep your
part of our bargain, Smythe.

Your spider-slayer robot has
been totally ineffective

in destroying Spider-Man.

Even worse,

because of your incompetence
in that Peter Parker affair,

my son is in jail

and Spider-Man now
knows of my existence

making him more
dangerous than ever.

It is time for me to cut my
losses and make a change.

No!

Metal is the way of the past.

Live flesh, mutated,
restructured and enhanced,

holds the key to the future.

And even though I will be replacing
you as the Kingpin's lieutenant,

there'll still be a place for
you in the organization.

A new and improved
version of you, that is.

Where you once failed,
you will finally succeed.

Ah, everything has turned
out just as I wished.

Dr. Landon,

you are sure he no longer has
any feelings or will of his own?

None whatsoever.

He's the humanoid
equivalent of a robot.

How ironic.

Spencer Smythe loved robots.

And now his son has become one.

It will be just your size
when it's finished.

Is that why you're
working for Osborn?

Alistair, I'll do
anything to help you.

Remember our deal?

No spider splat, no hover chair.

Alright.

My father.

Hey, freak!
Get back in your cage.

Stay back. He's too strong.

Stop! I command you to stop.

A humanoid equivalent
of a robot, eh?

You must be so happy
for Mary Jane, Anna.

Oh, I am.

Harry's such a nice,
responsible boy.

Still, it's sad.

What is?

I'd always hope Mary Jane
would settle on Peter.

Pardon my frankness May, but
Peter never was there for her.

- He's always running...
- Aunt May, I'm late.

I've got to get dress for the press
conference at OsCorp Towers.

- Oh. Hello, Mrs. Watson.
- Oh hello, Peter.

Did you say you were
going to OsCorp Towers?

Well, Mary Jane's
going to be there.

With Harry.

Did you know they've
announced their engagement?

Ah yeah.

I saw the picture in the paper.

New target: Norman Osborn.

Objective: Revenge.

Landon, what is going on?

Alistair is apparently
accessing his memories

in order to reprogram himself.

Fascinating!

That is not the word I would use.

Current location of Norman
Osborn, OsCorp Towers.

Probability 95.37%.

This is a disaster.

Osborn and I have
resolved our differences.

And his resources
are important to me.

Reprogram Smythe immediately!

I can't. He's just
terminated our connection.

You sure know how to keep the
OsCorp stockholders happy, Norman.

According to your press release

this subway car is just the first of
dozens of Defense conversion projects.

Ah, it's a big step, Jonah.

That's why I wanted a major press
event to announce the contracts.

Take lots of pictures, Parker.

This could be a multi-
billion dollar deal.

Ah yes, Mr. Jameson.

- Hello tiger.
- Mary Jane.

I guess you heard the
big new already huh?

Ah yeah.
I was a little surprise.

I wanted to tell you myself,
but Harry let the word out.

Sometimes he's so impetuous,
like a kid on Christmas morning.

I'm very happy for you.

Actually, that's a lie.

What I want to ask is why...

Why Harry?

Listen, Peter.

All my life,
men have let me down.

Harry's different though.

He gives me a lot of attention.

Seems like he'll
always be there for me.

But do you love him?

Excuse me, Peter.

I promised Mrs. Peabody-
Okert-Smith that I discuss...

wedding gown designers with her.

She'll be crushed if I don't.

No. I didn't think so.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have an
important announcement to make.

But first I like to
congratulate my son Harry

and my future daughter-in-law
Mary Jane Watson.

As you saw on today's paper,
they've just announce their engagement.

- Now I...
- Spider sense. Danger!

Dad, what's going on?

Norman Osborn located.

Norman Osborn.

What does that...
that thing want?

Objective: Revenge.

- No!
- Norman Osborn.

Put me down!

Put me down!

First me, now Osborn?

Isn't there any way to stop him?

I already sent the retrieval unit.

Retrieval unit to Kingpin.

We have visual contact.

Dad!

Harry, stay back!

Retrieval unit, we have
some unexpected guests.

Make sure they do not
see where they are going.

Mary Jane. Harry. No!

Bingo.

Take Smythe to the lab.

Lock them up.

Please accept my humble apologies
for the inconvenience, Osborn.

Inconvenience?
There's an understatement.

Fisk, what in the world
did you do to Smythe?

A misstep in the
furtherance of science.

Had I known he held you responsible
for his father's disappearance...

Me? It was your men who cause
the expl*si*n at his father's lab.

Smythe should be going
after your throat, not mine.

It's your fault he lost his father.

Ah. But Spencer Smythe is not lost.

What?

Somehow, he survived the
expl*si*n of your factory.

I found him amid the wreckage.

I knew he would be
unwilling to work for me

but all the same, a genius
is a terrible thing to waste.

So, I put him into
cryogenic suspension.

And when I told Alistair

that Spider-Man was responsible
for his father's disappearance,

I gained a younger genius

and one willing to share valuable
robotic technology for nothing

but the promise of revenge.

That's unbelievable.

Where is Spencer Smythe now?

In the same cryogenic unit
that he has always occupied.

In this building, five floors down.

Hey, check out the unauthorized
ceiling ornament.

Uh oh.

Spider-Man!

At last, I have him.

Landon, reactivate Alistair and give
him the new hover chair you created.

But I haven't finished
re-programming.

Do it now!

Looks like Alistair got a
good deal on his trade in.

Now he's even
more agile than I am.

How am I... wait a minute.

What was it Madame Web said?

It's not the how you must
master, it's the why.

Well I know how Alistair
is whipping my hide,

but better still, now I know why.

Alistair, don't.

But I can help you
find your father!

My father?

Alistair, he's lying!

- I'll show you who's lying.
- Spider-Man.

My father lives?

Kingpin's holding your father
in cryogenic suspension,

five floors down.

Alistair, what I did was for the best.

Don't worry, Kingpin.

Alistair's programming prevents
him from harming you.

Regardless of what
you did to his father.

You see?

Take me on if you dare.

Osborn, why don't we let these
two boys talk this over, alone huh.

But but...

We've got to get out of here.

Did you see those guards?
They're serious.

Of course they're serious.

And we have to be too.

This is the real world, Harry.

Not some game where
your dad makes all the rules.

Well, what do you want me to do?

I don't know, but... something.

- Come with us.
- Okay, okay.

It's not okay with me.

Hey you! Stop!

A winning combination.

Scarlet O'Hara's eyes
and Bruce Lee's moves.

I think you're ready
for the big time.

Gee, thanks, Spider-Man.

You could probably handle
the leading role yourself.

I knew I could count on you.

Of course, son. I wouldn't
let anything happen to you.

Not now or ever.

That's enough for me.
Let's go.

Spider-Man.

We've had enough of you.

Hold on, Mary Jane.

In the last few minutes,
things have changed.

They have indeed.

Remember, take the
elevator five floors down.

Yes, I will remember.

Okay. Now let's get out of here.

Kingpin, you're alive.

Not for long if we
waste any more time here.

But what about Smythe?

Forget Smythe.

Father?

It's Alistair, father. Your son.

Dad, will you please tell
me what's going on.

Harry, you don't look well.

Let's call a cab.

Hey, over here!

Do I have a headache.

Harry, I'll call you later.

I... I need to clear my head.

What?

But, but Mary Jane, you can't...

Care to take me for
a spin, Spider-Man?

I need some air.

Ah... sure.

Wow. I would say that
pretty much did the trick.

That's how it works for me too.

I don't know why
I'm telling you this,

but, back there,
I suddenly realized that

even though I was really scared
and concerned for Harry,

it was as if I was worried
about a little brother.

Uh, don't get me wrong.
I love him.

But it's not the kind of love I
should have for a future husband.

Besides, I think there's someone
else I'm really in love with.

And all along, I've been trying
to convince myself I wasn't.

Really? And who might that be?

Hey, there's a cab stand.

You can put me down there.

We must do this again some time.

Good night, Spider-Man.

So long, Mary Jane.

And I hope Peter Parker is
the lucky guy you're after.

Soon you will wake, father.

And then, for all the crimes
committed against us

you and I shall wreak
a terrible revenge.