Spider-Man Unlimited (1999–2005): Season 1, Episode 4 - Deadly Choices - full transcript
[child crying]
[child screaming]
The theft is confirmed, my Lord.
The mutagen Z-99 has been
stolen from the level five
laboratory.
We suspect
the human revolutionaries,
in particular,
the one known as Git Hoskins.
[sighing] I fear that one day
our master's sins
shall undo us all.
-[laughing]
-Ha ha!
[woman] Aah!
[machine man] Surrender now!
Must eliminate target.
Surrender now!
[male voice] Do not fire.
I would preserve him
if possible,
for I have much invested
in this specimen.
Git Hoskins, you cannot
comprehend the danger
which you may have unleashed.
For the good of all,
human and bestial alike,
return that to me.
Aah!
Machine men, stop him!
Stop him at all costs,
even if you must destroy him.
[male voice] Yeah, these are
some nice pictures, kid,
but nice don't sell papers,
now, do it?
You seen one guy
swinging on a web,
and you've seen them all.
Life is tough, Pete, especially
since the High Evolutionary
took over.
People want escapism.
They wanna know more
about this Spider-Man's
personal life.
They want to know
what he's eating,
what he's doing for fun,
or even better, who's he seeing?
Nothing like an embarrassed
public figure to sell papers.
[chuckling] Yeah.
There's your assignment, Parker.
Your buddy Spider-Man
must have a girlfriend.
Get me pictures of her.
Or better yet, of them together.
But, Mr. Minio, it's not like
I can just ask him
for a photo op.
Spider-Man's not exactly
my best pal.
Boss, look out the window.
This better be good. Whoa!
Parker,
get me some pics of this!
I'm on it.
Surrender now!
Hope you don't mind if I cut in.
Beats me what this is all
about, but if I don't get you
out of here,
you're gonna really need
those bandages.
My spider sense... tingling.
Must eliminate target.
Nice shooting, partner... not!
Now it's lasers
versus webbing...
or not.
I knew I should have loaded
my web shooters this morning.
Surrender now!
[theme music playing]
Surrender now!
You know,
the trouble with this world
is that everyone's
always shooting at someone,
namely me, without taking
the time to talk.
The Wundagore welcome wagon.
Status good, Sir Ram.
He has again escaped us.
What are you guys doing here,
as if I didn't know?
I might well ask the same
of you, Spider-Man,
but there is no time
for such pleasantries.
Hey, I don't remember
asking you, mutton man.
[Vermin] Tread softly, my love.
When you insult
one Knight of Wundagore,
you insult us all.
Oh, well, that's convenient.
And would you please
stop calling me your love?
Patience, Lady Vermin.
Our own survival, as well as
the survival of our city,
depends upon finding
the bio-container
Git Hoskins has stolen.
Let us resume the hunt.
Hold it, sheep dip.
Git's helped save my bacon
from you guys more than once.
I figure that makes it
my business to know
why you're chasing him
and what this bio-container
has in it.
It is a viral agent
which was stolen from my lab
capable of causing
extreme mutagenic changes
in living tissue.
It is also highly contagious
with an airborne vector.
Now stand aside, insect!
I keep telling you,
it's arachnid.
And what gives?
The last time I saw you guys,
you wanted to chase me
all over the Lower East side
kick my butt, and slice me up
six ways to Sunday.
Make no mistake, parasite.
I shall indeed kick your butt
and slice you up
six ways to Sunday
and take great pleasure
in doing so.
But presently,
more pressing matters rob me
of such enticing diversions.
Proceed to grid seven search.
Sheesh! It's getting so
a masked vigilante can't get
arrested in this town.
Something tells me I better
keep an eye on those guys,
But since I can't keep up
with those flying hobby horses
without webbing,
a spider-tracer will have to do.
Contagious, that's a word
I've never liked much,
right up there with
"root canal" and "broccoli."
Now, to get home,
fill up on web fluid,
and track down Git
before they do.
-Hey, pal, any chance
you're headed for midtown?
-[screaming]
Well, looks like I got
to do it the hard way.
Public transportation,
spidey-style.
Mary Jane?
Oh, man, that does it.
I got to get off this planet
before I wind up dating
outside my species.
[dog barking]
You said you wouldn't call me.
You have a man living there.
Only renting the spare room,
not that it's any
of your business.
Where you and Shane
are concerned,
I make it my business.
You're the one who left us,
and threatening my tenant
won't get you anywhere.
Why don't you
just leave us alone?
It's dad.
Is he coming home?
I don't think so, hon.
[knocking on door]
We'll see.
-[grunting]
-John!
What's wrong?
Naoko... help me.
Uh!
Oh, you're too heavy.
Some bedside manner
you've got here, doc.
Peter! Well, you sure know
how to make an entrance.
Let's get him into the clinic.
Aah! Aah!
[siren wailing]
Uh!
-Uhh.
-Jameson?
You know who he is?
Oh, I, uh, saw pictures
in The Daily Byte
of some suspected
human revolutionaries.
He was one of them.
[groaning]
Help me strap him down.
He has a medical condition.
He may become violent.
I've got a job interview, Naoko.
Don't want to be late.
See you later.
[thinking] Man, that was close.
If Jameson knew
Peter Parker and Spider-Man
are both on counter-Earth...
that's more explaining
than I want to do right now.
I'd better steer clear
of this place
till I get to the bottom
of whatever's going on with Git.
Git was supposed to bring
the container he stole
from Sir Ram's lab to us.
Instead,
he's disappeared with it.
The blasted High Evolutionary
was making a biological weapon.
He's planning
to get rid of our kind.
Sir Ram said it was some
kind of highly contagious virus.
The virus is the least
of our worries.
The container has
a built-in fail-safe device.
Its timer started counting down
the moment the material
left the lab.
We found this out
after Git left on the mission.
Deep cover,
no way to contact him.
Best estimate is about
two hours before it triggers.
Uh, exactly what kind
of fail-safe
are we talking about?
A fusion bomb.
According to our intelligence,
unless abort codes
are entered within two hours,
it'll fry a circular area
about 25 miles in diameter.
Course, if anybody
opens the seals
without entering the codes,
it triggers immediately.
If it goes off
in New York City, it'll wipe
out millions.
Which is why
we've got to find Git.
By the time he gets
to the rendezvous point,
it may be too late.
Sir Ram said something
about searching grid seven.
Can we find out where that is?
We've broken some other codes.
This might be one of them.
Just what have you got
in mind, old son?
The only way we
stand a chance of finding Git
is if we and the Knights
work together.
-Aah!
-[honking]
Hey, sir leg of lamb,
got a proposition for you.
What is the meaning of this?
I say we join forces.
It's the only way
to find Git in time.
You revolutionaries
caused this problem
in the first place.
Let there be an end
to your interference now!
-This was a bad idea.
-You think?
Hold it! Hold it!
Listen, all of you.
This is bigger
than genetic differences.
If the fail-safe triggers,
human and bestial alike
will be blown away.
Look, it doesn't matter
who got us into this mess.
What matters
is getting out in time.
You can't be serious.
Humans working with bestials?
Turns my stomach, the idea does.
On that one thing we agree,
at least.
Sir Ram, you're a scientist.
Do the math.
If we work together,
we more than double our chances.
Much as I hate to admit it,
your words make sense.
[Sir Ram] Very well, Spider-Man.
Humans and Knights
will work together on this,
distasteful though it may be.
A born negotiator.
[metal clanking]
This is the primary
rendezvous site.
This is where we were supposed
to meet Git
after he'd stolen the virus.
He was here. His scent is faint
but unmistakable.
He went that way.
I always said
she smelled like a rat.
You are fortunate
that time does not allow me
to demonstrate my contempt
for you and all your kind!
You want a demonstration?
Here and now, horn-head.
Here and now!
Back off, all of you.
We're not
on the playground here.
Get it straight.
We work together or we all fry.
I must reluctantly agree.
I would not trust our foes
to deal with this problem
in the proper manner
on their own.
That goes double for me.
There's a secondary
rendezvous location
two miles from here.
Git should have gone there.
[boys laughing]
Get away from me.
Don't touch me!
Oh.
[children shouting]
[siren wailing]
This is the secondary
rendezvous point.
If we're lucky,
Git will show up here in time.
Incoming!
He must think
we've gone turncoat.
He has the bio-container.
Retrieve it.
I must disarm the bomb.
He'll need those bandages
even more
when I'm finished with him.
-By the double helix!
-Come to papa.
Got it!
Aah!
Stone me! He's triggered
the destruct switch!
-Destruct switch?
-Hit the deck!
You go after Git.
We'll follow when we can.
He's right. You're the only one
who can catch him on foot.
Git, it's not what you think!
Oh, man.
Git, stop!
Git, it's me.
I'm on your side.
The container! We must hurry.
The deactivation code
will not work once
the final minute is reached.
-[beeping]
-It's too late. That's it then.
In less than a minute,
we're history,
along with the city.
You give up too quick, Bromley.
We're not cooked, yet.
Git, listen to me.
We need your help.
The bio-container
has a bomb in it.
If we don't stop it,
the entire city will go up.
Think of all the children, Git.
[woman's voice]
He's right, Git. Please.
Good on you, Git.
You're a hero, lad.
Not now, Bromley.
Do not think, humans,
that our joint success
changes your status in any way.
When we meet again,
we are enemies...
and you may expect no--
[screaming]
As I said, expect no quarter!
This is not my idea
of a happy ending.
I don't believe this.
What, was there a sale
on death wishes?
You guys just saved
the whole city,
and a lot of New Jersey,
by working together.
Isn't that enough for one night?
We'll be keeping this
as a little souvenir
of the evening's festivities.
I'd advise you to go now.
Try it, human,
and you shall not leave
this rooftop alive.
Look, I'm the only
neutral party here.
I'll take the canister
and see that it's destroyed
once and for all.
And how exactly,
do you intend to safely
dispose of the virus?
Only I have the facilities
to contain
its mutagenic properties.
[Spider-Man] There's no way
you're getting your mad
scientist mitts on this again.
You appealed to my logic
earlier, Spider-Man.
Now, I appeal to yours.
Only I can dispose
of this menace, and you know it.
What assurance do we have
that you will destroy it?
You have my word
as a Knight of Wundagore.
That should suffice.
Yeah, right. Your word
and a nickel will g--
Hey!
Git, are you sure about this?
[camera clicking]
[laughing] Spider-Man and
the and the rat lady.
Who'd have thunk it?
OK, people, let's look alive!
We got a paper to get out!
Move it! Move it!
Oh, nice doing business
with you, Parker.
Ha ha. Same here.
Let's keep it nice.
Another piece of the puzzle.
[evil laughter]
-So, how was school today?
-OK.
Hey, did you see that picture
of Spider-Man and the rat lady
in the paper.
Ugh. Gross!
Yeah, I can't imagine
what he'd see in her...
not with people
like your mother around.
We'll see about this,
Peter Parker.
[theme music playing]
[child screaming]
The theft is confirmed, my Lord.
The mutagen Z-99 has been
stolen from the level five
laboratory.
We suspect
the human revolutionaries,
in particular,
the one known as Git Hoskins.
[sighing] I fear that one day
our master's sins
shall undo us all.
-[laughing]
-Ha ha!
[woman] Aah!
[machine man] Surrender now!
Must eliminate target.
Surrender now!
[male voice] Do not fire.
I would preserve him
if possible,
for I have much invested
in this specimen.
Git Hoskins, you cannot
comprehend the danger
which you may have unleashed.
For the good of all,
human and bestial alike,
return that to me.
Aah!
Machine men, stop him!
Stop him at all costs,
even if you must destroy him.
[male voice] Yeah, these are
some nice pictures, kid,
but nice don't sell papers,
now, do it?
You seen one guy
swinging on a web,
and you've seen them all.
Life is tough, Pete, especially
since the High Evolutionary
took over.
People want escapism.
They wanna know more
about this Spider-Man's
personal life.
They want to know
what he's eating,
what he's doing for fun,
or even better, who's he seeing?
Nothing like an embarrassed
public figure to sell papers.
[chuckling] Yeah.
There's your assignment, Parker.
Your buddy Spider-Man
must have a girlfriend.
Get me pictures of her.
Or better yet, of them together.
But, Mr. Minio, it's not like
I can just ask him
for a photo op.
Spider-Man's not exactly
my best pal.
Boss, look out the window.
This better be good. Whoa!
Parker,
get me some pics of this!
I'm on it.
Surrender now!
Hope you don't mind if I cut in.
Beats me what this is all
about, but if I don't get you
out of here,
you're gonna really need
those bandages.
My spider sense... tingling.
Must eliminate target.
Nice shooting, partner... not!
Now it's lasers
versus webbing...
or not.
I knew I should have loaded
my web shooters this morning.
Surrender now!
[theme music playing]
Surrender now!
You know,
the trouble with this world
is that everyone's
always shooting at someone,
namely me, without taking
the time to talk.
The Wundagore welcome wagon.
Status good, Sir Ram.
He has again escaped us.
What are you guys doing here,
as if I didn't know?
I might well ask the same
of you, Spider-Man,
but there is no time
for such pleasantries.
Hey, I don't remember
asking you, mutton man.
[Vermin] Tread softly, my love.
When you insult
one Knight of Wundagore,
you insult us all.
Oh, well, that's convenient.
And would you please
stop calling me your love?
Patience, Lady Vermin.
Our own survival, as well as
the survival of our city,
depends upon finding
the bio-container
Git Hoskins has stolen.
Let us resume the hunt.
Hold it, sheep dip.
Git's helped save my bacon
from you guys more than once.
I figure that makes it
my business to know
why you're chasing him
and what this bio-container
has in it.
It is a viral agent
which was stolen from my lab
capable of causing
extreme mutagenic changes
in living tissue.
It is also highly contagious
with an airborne vector.
Now stand aside, insect!
I keep telling you,
it's arachnid.
And what gives?
The last time I saw you guys,
you wanted to chase me
all over the Lower East side
kick my butt, and slice me up
six ways to Sunday.
Make no mistake, parasite.
I shall indeed kick your butt
and slice you up
six ways to Sunday
and take great pleasure
in doing so.
But presently,
more pressing matters rob me
of such enticing diversions.
Proceed to grid seven search.
Sheesh! It's getting so
a masked vigilante can't get
arrested in this town.
Something tells me I better
keep an eye on those guys,
But since I can't keep up
with those flying hobby horses
without webbing,
a spider-tracer will have to do.
Contagious, that's a word
I've never liked much,
right up there with
"root canal" and "broccoli."
Now, to get home,
fill up on web fluid,
and track down Git
before they do.
-Hey, pal, any chance
you're headed for midtown?
-[screaming]
Well, looks like I got
to do it the hard way.
Public transportation,
spidey-style.
Mary Jane?
Oh, man, that does it.
I got to get off this planet
before I wind up dating
outside my species.
[dog barking]
You said you wouldn't call me.
You have a man living there.
Only renting the spare room,
not that it's any
of your business.
Where you and Shane
are concerned,
I make it my business.
You're the one who left us,
and threatening my tenant
won't get you anywhere.
Why don't you
just leave us alone?
It's dad.
Is he coming home?
I don't think so, hon.
[knocking on door]
We'll see.
-[grunting]
-John!
What's wrong?
Naoko... help me.
Uh!
Oh, you're too heavy.
Some bedside manner
you've got here, doc.
Peter! Well, you sure know
how to make an entrance.
Let's get him into the clinic.
Aah! Aah!
[siren wailing]
Uh!
-Uhh.
-Jameson?
You know who he is?
Oh, I, uh, saw pictures
in The Daily Byte
of some suspected
human revolutionaries.
He was one of them.
[groaning]
Help me strap him down.
He has a medical condition.
He may become violent.
I've got a job interview, Naoko.
Don't want to be late.
See you later.
[thinking] Man, that was close.
If Jameson knew
Peter Parker and Spider-Man
are both on counter-Earth...
that's more explaining
than I want to do right now.
I'd better steer clear
of this place
till I get to the bottom
of whatever's going on with Git.
Git was supposed to bring
the container he stole
from Sir Ram's lab to us.
Instead,
he's disappeared with it.
The blasted High Evolutionary
was making a biological weapon.
He's planning
to get rid of our kind.
Sir Ram said it was some
kind of highly contagious virus.
The virus is the least
of our worries.
The container has
a built-in fail-safe device.
Its timer started counting down
the moment the material
left the lab.
We found this out
after Git left on the mission.
Deep cover,
no way to contact him.
Best estimate is about
two hours before it triggers.
Uh, exactly what kind
of fail-safe
are we talking about?
A fusion bomb.
According to our intelligence,
unless abort codes
are entered within two hours,
it'll fry a circular area
about 25 miles in diameter.
Course, if anybody
opens the seals
without entering the codes,
it triggers immediately.
If it goes off
in New York City, it'll wipe
out millions.
Which is why
we've got to find Git.
By the time he gets
to the rendezvous point,
it may be too late.
Sir Ram said something
about searching grid seven.
Can we find out where that is?
We've broken some other codes.
This might be one of them.
Just what have you got
in mind, old son?
The only way we
stand a chance of finding Git
is if we and the Knights
work together.
-Aah!
-[honking]
Hey, sir leg of lamb,
got a proposition for you.
What is the meaning of this?
I say we join forces.
It's the only way
to find Git in time.
You revolutionaries
caused this problem
in the first place.
Let there be an end
to your interference now!
-This was a bad idea.
-You think?
Hold it! Hold it!
Listen, all of you.
This is bigger
than genetic differences.
If the fail-safe triggers,
human and bestial alike
will be blown away.
Look, it doesn't matter
who got us into this mess.
What matters
is getting out in time.
You can't be serious.
Humans working with bestials?
Turns my stomach, the idea does.
On that one thing we agree,
at least.
Sir Ram, you're a scientist.
Do the math.
If we work together,
we more than double our chances.
Much as I hate to admit it,
your words make sense.
[Sir Ram] Very well, Spider-Man.
Humans and Knights
will work together on this,
distasteful though it may be.
A born negotiator.
[metal clanking]
This is the primary
rendezvous site.
This is where we were supposed
to meet Git
after he'd stolen the virus.
He was here. His scent is faint
but unmistakable.
He went that way.
I always said
she smelled like a rat.
You are fortunate
that time does not allow me
to demonstrate my contempt
for you and all your kind!
You want a demonstration?
Here and now, horn-head.
Here and now!
Back off, all of you.
We're not
on the playground here.
Get it straight.
We work together or we all fry.
I must reluctantly agree.
I would not trust our foes
to deal with this problem
in the proper manner
on their own.
That goes double for me.
There's a secondary
rendezvous location
two miles from here.
Git should have gone there.
[boys laughing]
Get away from me.
Don't touch me!
Oh.
[children shouting]
[siren wailing]
This is the secondary
rendezvous point.
If we're lucky,
Git will show up here in time.
Incoming!
He must think
we've gone turncoat.
He has the bio-container.
Retrieve it.
I must disarm the bomb.
He'll need those bandages
even more
when I'm finished with him.
-By the double helix!
-Come to papa.
Got it!
Aah!
Stone me! He's triggered
the destruct switch!
-Destruct switch?
-Hit the deck!
You go after Git.
We'll follow when we can.
He's right. You're the only one
who can catch him on foot.
Git, it's not what you think!
Oh, man.
Git, stop!
Git, it's me.
I'm on your side.
The container! We must hurry.
The deactivation code
will not work once
the final minute is reached.
-[beeping]
-It's too late. That's it then.
In less than a minute,
we're history,
along with the city.
You give up too quick, Bromley.
We're not cooked, yet.
Git, listen to me.
We need your help.
The bio-container
has a bomb in it.
If we don't stop it,
the entire city will go up.
Think of all the children, Git.
[woman's voice]
He's right, Git. Please.
Good on you, Git.
You're a hero, lad.
Not now, Bromley.
Do not think, humans,
that our joint success
changes your status in any way.
When we meet again,
we are enemies...
and you may expect no--
[screaming]
As I said, expect no quarter!
This is not my idea
of a happy ending.
I don't believe this.
What, was there a sale
on death wishes?
You guys just saved
the whole city,
and a lot of New Jersey,
by working together.
Isn't that enough for one night?
We'll be keeping this
as a little souvenir
of the evening's festivities.
I'd advise you to go now.
Try it, human,
and you shall not leave
this rooftop alive.
Look, I'm the only
neutral party here.
I'll take the canister
and see that it's destroyed
once and for all.
And how exactly,
do you intend to safely
dispose of the virus?
Only I have the facilities
to contain
its mutagenic properties.
[Spider-Man] There's no way
you're getting your mad
scientist mitts on this again.
You appealed to my logic
earlier, Spider-Man.
Now, I appeal to yours.
Only I can dispose
of this menace, and you know it.
What assurance do we have
that you will destroy it?
You have my word
as a Knight of Wundagore.
That should suffice.
Yeah, right. Your word
and a nickel will g--
Hey!
Git, are you sure about this?
[camera clicking]
[laughing] Spider-Man and
the and the rat lady.
Who'd have thunk it?
OK, people, let's look alive!
We got a paper to get out!
Move it! Move it!
Oh, nice doing business
with you, Parker.
Ha ha. Same here.
Let's keep it nice.
Another piece of the puzzle.
[evil laughter]
-So, how was school today?
-OK.
Hey, did you see that picture
of Spider-Man and the rat lady
in the paper.
Ugh. Gross!
Yeah, I can't imagine
what he'd see in her...
not with people
like your mother around.
We'll see about this,
Peter Parker.
[theme music playing]