05x03 - Chapter II: Unclaimed Legacy

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Previously on Spider-Man.

Sorry Commander, but I've got
a problem only you can solve.

This scientist holds the key

to one of the greatest powers
known to mankind.

I must band together
the Insidious Six.

Who will be your sixth
forgotten warrior?

Since the loss of
Mysterio, Vulture.

These passports belonged
to my parents?

This is Keene Marlowe.

I'm going to find out just
who this guy really is.

Huh? SHIELD headquarters.

No matter what, Richard and Mary
Parker's name must not be cleared.

What?

Your parents were spies for Russia.

I want to go to Russia.

Spider-Man's going where?

If you send Peter,
then I want to go too.

The man who gave me your name

told me to show you this.

Now that Groitzig's been taken

I fear for my life.

Take Lentz.

Destroy this place.

[ Bell tolling ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Groaning ]

Robbie?

What now?

Look.

There's enough plastique on this
thing to take out four city blocks.

Give it to me.

This is a k-8 incendiary device.

I know what to do.

Really?

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

[ Beeping stops ]

Where did you learn
how to do that?

I was in the b*mb disposal
unit in the service.

Never thought what I learned

would come in handy
in the regular world.

You're full of surprises tonight.

For instance, what
are you doing here?

I might ask you
the same question.

[ Sirens blaring ]

I'd love to continue this chat

but neither of us needs to spend
the night in a Russian jail cell.

Good work, Silver Sable.

My Wild Pack and I are expensive

but we always get results.

Now I, too, have a job to do.

Leave me.

Who-who are you?

Ah, you desire to
face your captor?

Then I won't disappoint you.

Not you. Not you!

[ Evil chuckle ]

A beautiful morning
in downtown Moscow.

What did I hope to
find here, anyway?

For all I know, my parents
really were traitors to America.

No. I can't even think
that for a second.

Huh? Robbie? Leaving early?

This is the second time
he's tried to lose me.

What's he up to?

- Going somewhere?
- Peter!

What's the big idea, Mr. Robertson?

Look, there are things I have to
do here that could be dangerous.

Jameson will have my head.

I'm going with you
whether you like it or not.

Robbie, my old tovarich!

How are you being?

Just great, Boris.

Peter, this is my good friend
detective Boris Pushkin.

[ Speaking Russian ]

Uh... how do you two
know one another?

I used to work for a wire
service here years ago.

Yes. Friend Robbie
saved my life once.

Boris, there's no
time to reminisce.

I need that information
about Groitzig.

Can you believe it?

That German scientist had been
living right here in the city

under an assumed name
since World w*r II.

How exactly did you find out?

Groitzig's daughter came
to us after the kidnapping.

Hysterical.

Since his retirement from
the telephone ministry

Groitzig had been living with
his daughter and her husband.

My old friend, if you could
just give us her address.

It's important.

I'm afraid I cannot
do that... officially.

I understand.

Explain their presence here,
immediately!

My name is Robertson. I...

I am the chief of police.

We know who you are.

Ah, Komisar Kragov.

I was simply telling them
how our new democracy

results in less crime
than in America, and...

This "democracy" is
hard enough to swallow

without licking the feet
of western journalists.

Get them out of
here immediately!

Out! Out!
American dogs!

Good luck, my friends.

Who... who are you?

Illyena, close the door!

No! We're here to
help find your father.

I'm Joe Robertson,
a journalist from New York.

I'm Peter Parker,
a photographer.

"Parker"?
Did you say Parker?

- Yes.
- Come in, quickly.

Are you related to
Richard and Mary Parker?

How do you know
about my parents?

The last time I saw them,
they stood where you stand now.

That was 20 years ago.

You must take us to
America with you.

Wolfgang, the K.G.B. are onto us.

They found out that we've
only been posing as traitors.

We're really loyal
to our country.

We barely got back
here in time to warn you.

We'll never get out
of Moscow alive.

You must make it out.

The west must be told.

The Red Skull forced me to
create the doomsday device.

This weapon is still there,

in New York City
after all these years

and it's more
dangerous than ever.

Wolfgang, this box contains
all the information

we discovered about
the doomsday weapon.

It's up to you to get this back
to the free world... if you can.

I... I will try.

We have a little boy,
a little younger than you.

We love him so much.

If anything should
happen to us...

My father knew the K.G.B.
was behind their plane crash.

Now, my father
has been kidnapped

by someone who's after
his doomsday weapon.

Is there anything else your father
said that might help us?

Yes. The six warriors.

He just kept repeating
"I must find the six warriors."

Illyena, have you ever
seen this symbol before?

Da! Da!

There is something
that I must show you.

My father wanted to get
this to your countrymen.

It was what your
parents gave him.

Hopefully, this will lead you
to the answers you seek.

I'll take that, my darling wife.

Karl! I... I don't understand.

Kid, be careful!

[ Engine starting ]

[ Tires screeching ]

I can't let that creep get away

with the only proof that
can clear my parents.

[ Laughing ]

Looks like I got what I
came for eh, comrade?

[ Muffled speech ]

The Chameleon? Here?

Uh-oh.

Close one.

Well, score another clean
escape for the Chameleon.

No. There he goes.

Hold on a minute.

Why didn't he morph into
someone else to hide himself?

He's trying to lead me
into a trap, that's why.

Well, I'm not going
to fall for it this time.

I'm staying up high
until I scope things out.

What is this place?

It looks like some kind of city
maintenance yard and warehouse.

Uh-oh.

Welcome to Russia, Spider-Man.

I'm going to blast you from Red
Square back to Times Square.

Is there no place on earth

where I can be rid of your
meddlesome presence?

Doc Oct? Shocker? Vulture?

Here in Russia?

Did you guys come over
on separate flights

or did you get one of those
super-villain package deals?

I always wanted to send you
and your big mouth to Siberia.

Yeah. Only now it ain't so far.

Now let's play Russian roulette
for real, Spider-Man.

I say we play Russian ice hockey

And we use Spider-Man
as the puck!

No! The Kingpin will
reward us handsomely

for bringing Spider-Man
to him alive.

Welcome to my temporary
base of operations, Spider-Man.

I must say, this is an
unexpected treat.

If I were you, Kingpin,
I'd cut down on the treats.

Joke while you can, Spider-Man.

Soon, I will be far more powerful
than even I dared to dream.

You hatch a different crackpot
scheme every week, Fisk.

What makes this one so special?

There is no reason
not to tell you

as your annoying antics
will shortly end.

For many years in
the spy underworld

there was a rumor of
a doomsday device.

A device left by German
spies in New York City

at the end of World w*r II.

I thought this was a fairy tale

but with the reappearance
of Wolfgang Groitzig

I realized that the
stories could be true

and the weapon might
still be intact.

The device had been created
by a German master spy

who called himself
"the Red Skull."

He planned to use it
to take over the world.

I now intend to do the same.

World domination?

Kingpin, now you sound like a
Saturday morning cartoon villain.

I assure you,
my victory will be real.

Ironic, isn't it?

If not for your photographer
friend, Peter Parker,

Groitzig's daughter might never
have revealed the existence of this.

The first real clue I have found

to the doomsday device's
location and operation.

Great. I've handed the most powerful
weapon in the world to the Kingpin.

How could things
possibly get any worse?

And now, let us see who
you are behind that mask.

Huh?

[ Coughing ]
What's going on?

[ Coughing ]

I've been betrayed...
by someone.

[ Coughing ]

The sleeping gas has worked.

Wild Pack, initiate our plan
for "garbage removal."

Oh, my aching head.

Now where am I?

One thing's for sure.

I've got to start hanging around
with a better class of people.

Hmm... the arachnid one awakens.

Do I know you?

I'm called Silver Sable.

The paid mercenary?

Tell me, how did you
infiltrate my headquarters.

Simple.
One of your men is a traitor.

What?!

Working with us and against you.

Which one?

Sorry. Trade secret.

Besides, that's what you get

for conspiring with petty,
low-life criminals.

Hey, watch it,
who you calling petty?

I'm not one of them.

Why am I all trussed up?

Your reputation is no better.

Oh, and I suppose
yours is spotless?

I am not a criminal.

I'm merely a
professional for hire.

Which means, you just work for
whichever creep pays the most.

I think I prefer these
guys over here.

Their dishonesty is more honest.

I have my reasons
for doing what I do.

And you've done
well, Silver Sable.

The infamous Kingpin.

Such a waste.

You could have been useful
to me in my new world order.

The doomsday device
is my birthright.

For trying to take it,
you must all be eliminated.

I think not.

[ Groaning ]

Sable!

I would not do that
if I were you.

Drop your weapons.

Release my men now.

Do it.

Now this is more like it.

Now, if you all don't mind...

Turnabout is fair play.

Before I was rudely interrupted

I was about to unmask someone.

I might as well begin again...
with you.

The Red Skull?

- Hmm.
- Huh?

The German w*r criminal?

After all these years?

This cannot be.

Just as I suspected.

Nothing but a pitiful pretender.

The true Red Skull

would have had the
power to break free.

Komisar Kragov.

The chief of police.

Why are you doing this?

Because Kragov is only
my assumed name.

I am really
the son of the Red Skull

who will bring his father's dreams
of world domination to fruition.

Now, there's a nice
family business for you.

The world shall be
dominated, but by me.

[ Yelling ]

Uh-oh.

Give up?

The odds do not favor you.

I've been beating worse
odds all my life.

[ Yelling ]

That must have triggered the
release circuit on my shackles.

Spider-Man free?
Get him.

I've got to get that box.

[ Grunting ]

Hey.

[ Growling ]

At last.

Fine. Have your precious box.

It will do you no good
where you are going.

[ Alarm ringing ]

Within seconds, this entire complex
will be reduced to rubble

and you with it.

Help us.

They just don't build these
fortresses like they used to.

Evacuate immediately.

[ Grunting ]

Head for that stairway.

Somebody help us.

[ Grunting ]

[ Groaning ]

Kingpin managed to keep his
fat fingers on Groitzig's box.

No matter.

I have all I need to
ensure my control

of the doomsday device,
don't I, my comrades?

Soon the world will
once again tremble

beneath the iron
fist of the Red Skull.

This way. Hurry.

[ Laughing ]

Hurry. My webbing
can't hold it forever.

Move it.

Now that's what I call
an "e" ticket ride.

Oh? And it isn't over yet.

Wild Pack, defense frame.

These guys don't
talk much, big guy,

but something tells me they'll
gonna give you one heck of a fight.

Fighting is a waste of time.

Look around you.

Hey, this place
does look familiar.

Good heavens.
I've seen photos of it.

It's... it's Chernobyl.

The nuclear reactor that
went into meltdown?

What a clever hideout.

No doubt we were
shielded from radiation

while we were underground.

Well, we ain't shielded now.

So what?

You fool.

If we do not leave here

we will be poisoned
by radiation.

My employer kept aircraft
in those hangars.

Then it is time to
take our leave.

Vulture!

Unbelievable.

My men and I thank you
for saving our lives.

Why do you do it?

Why do you work for
slime like Kragov?

You judge me harshly.

Well...

Maybe someday you'll find out
that I'm more than I seem.

Come! We must also be off before
the radiation poisons us as well.

No kidding.

One dose of radiation
a lifetime is enough.

Now there are two madmen

racing to control the most
dangerous weapon ever created.

I still don't even know what
this doomsday device is.

For all I know,
it was television

and it was released in 1945.

Peter, there are a few more pieces of
the puzzle I'd like to share with you,

but you'd best hear it from
someone else when we get home.

He was a teacher of mine
when I was in college.

Professor Omar Mosley.

He knows the story of...

the six forgotten warriors.

Why do those words send
a chill down my spine?

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

I spent all that money
to send you to Russia

and you come back with nothing?!

Parker, this is the last straw.

I'd fire you if you
weren't a free-lancer.

From now on, you'll make no
money off of this newspaper

unless you have the
photo of the century.

You hear me?!

Loud and clear, Mr. Jameson.

I'm sorry, JJ.

But on this trip, I had something
more important to worry about

than your newspaper

and I think I did
the job I had to.

And so that's it?

After all these years
we finally have an answer?

Yes Aunt May.

My parents were never traitors,
never Russian spies.

They were loyal to this
country and died as heroes.

Oh, Peter. I feel like a great
weight has been lifted off me.

Off us both.

I'm so glad you
found out the truth.

From the bottom of my
heart, I thank you.

Now all that remains is
for the world to find out.

I'll do everything in my power
to make that happen.

And so will Spider-Man.