The Spectacular Spider-Man (2008–2009): Season 1, Episode 7 - Catalysts - full transcript
Peter makes Gwen's day by taking her to the school's formal fall dance. Harry is jealous and takes a transformation potion. The Green Goblin is out of crime king Lincoln's control and forms his own gang of pumpkins heads. Bugle editor J. Jonah Jameson takes his visiting son, USAF Lt. Col. and astronaut John, to Lincoln's benefit ball for the youth center. The Green Goblin attacks, so Parker must leave his prom to help the mobster in whose pay he refused to do just that.
The dictionary defines
"defenestration . .
...as the act of throwing
a person or thing out a window.
Really not my favorite word.
Okay, where's the dude
with the nasty 'tude?
Present and accounted for.
Hey. Did I mess up your costume?
Leave off the threads, Emerald Elf,
and that's an order.
But the Green Goblin
doesn't take orders from insects.
The Green Goblin
swats them into oblivion.
That's a common misconception.
Spiders are actually arachnids--
May I see your invitation,
Spider-Man?
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to
ask you to leave.
Leave now? When Table 7
needs more hors d'oeuvres?
How'd a night that started out
so sweet go south so fast?
And how'd I manage to leave my tux
at tonight's other black tie affair?
- Thanks for the ride, Harry.
- No prob.
My chauffeur's at our beck and call.
Don't forget to vote
for king and queen.
Who are you voting for, Glory?
Me and Liz, of course.
Who else is worthy?
I think we know the answer
to that, don't we, Rand?
Far as I'm concerned,
Osborn can have the crown.
His limo. His after-party.
Dude rules.
We're going to Le Hisayfitte...
...the best restaurant in town.
My treat.
- Osborn, you the man.
- You know it.
Hi, Harry. Did you just get here?
Hey, let's get a picture.
You know, preserve the moment.
Guess that bow tie stops the blood
from reaching his ears or brain.
And the chocolate soufflé is a must.
They top it with powdered sugar
and gold dust.
- I don't believe it.
- It's true. Real gold dust.
Guys?
Miss Brant!
This fershlugginer bowtie's defective.
I want a new one round my neck.
Come on, Mr. J., an investigation
into Spider-Man's identity.
"See the face behind the mask."
- And if the face is Joe Shmoe?
- Hold still, please.
All you'll do is make
web-head a regular guy.
And who'll pay to see pictures
of a regular guy?
Depends on what that
regular guy does, right, Pop?
John, my boy.
Give your old man a hug.
Hey, Mr. Robertson.
You keeping Pop in line?
I do my best, son.
- You know, he's awful proud of you.
- Why shouldn't I be?
Betty Brant, Ned Lee, meet my son
Air Force Colonel John Jameson.
John's piloting his first mission
on the space shuttle...
...so I'm taking him out for one final
night on the town-- Planet.
Get it? Foswell. Benny.
Come meet my son the astronaut.
Ned. That Spider-Man exposé?
Run with it. See where it leads.
Mary Jane Watson,
this is Professor Warren.
I'm his star pupil.
He said he wasn't coming.
Guess he meant
he wasn't coming with me.
How the heck did
Puny Parker land her?
Pete cleans up well.
It's not just the food.
The view from the private room--
Geeks like Parker do not get girls
who look like her. I mean, like us.
- She must have lost a bet.
- The bet. That's it.
Mary Jane Watson, I'd like you to meet
Flash, Liz, Rand, Sally, Glory...
...and my best bud, Harry.
- They're popular.
- The in-crowd.
Exactly.
So, Parker...
...you actually got yourself a date.
I mean, sure, Mary here's not
the 20-year-old you wanted to bring...
...but at least she's nonfictional.
So I guess you win the bet.
- What'd you bet?
- Loser dresses...
...as a cheerleader for Halloween.
Well, big boy, I hope you've got
the legs for the skirt.
Come on, tiger,
let's hit the dance floor.
I wanna see what you've got.
We're dancing.
Shall we?
Maybe when everyone has a little
less to prove, you know?
Less to prove. Right.
Want some punch?
Please.
Look, Glory...
...I know I was a jerk, but--
But I'm really sorry.
Just give me one more chance.
Please?
Oh, Kenny.
Hello? ls someone there?
Look at yourself, Otto.
You're afraid of your own shadow.
Next you'll see
gremlins in the machinery.
Or little green men.
Oh, the glider. No, that's
Mr. Osborn's TechFlight glider.
All's I'm saying is I could
have cracked it open there.
Cops would have cracked you open.
Cops or Spider-Man.
Hammerhead's waiting
for the Big Man's cut.
Forget the crowbar, blow it up.
Blow yourself up.
Did someone mention explosives?
Get the freak.
I meant get the freak
anything he wants.
What I want is your undying loyalty.
Or the dying kind.
The Green Goblin
is nothing if not flexible.
Appreciate the help,
but we work for the Big Man.
We switch loyalties, and we might as
well tie on the toe tags ourselves.
I'm good with knots too.
As for the Big Man, the party's over.
If I might have your attention.
As many of you know,
I am your host...
...L. Thompson Lincoln.
Thank you all for coming to support
the Lincoln Dynamic Youth Center.
Some shindig, eh, Johnny boy?
It's great, Pop, but to be honest...
...I was looking forward to it
just being you, me and a rare steak.
Come on. Lincoln's got enough
of the Bugle's money.
We can be at Luigi's in 88 seconds.
Sorry. Elevator's out of order.
Stairs too.
Of course, you could try a window.
Too late.
Hello. Good evening.
I am the Green Goblin...
...and I am looking for the Big Man.
Sir, I don't know who you are, but--
Of course you don't.
That's the point of the mask, genius.
But I know who you are, crime king.
So step down
or I start sharing secrets.
You're making an enormous mistake.
Security. This man
is obviously troubled.
Take care of him.
Still hiding behind
an army of thugs, are we?
Oh, he swings through the air...
...dishing all kinds of fear.
This daring goblin
on the big chandel-
Pop, move. We have to--
Johnny.
Now, now. Stay put.
Or else.
There's no need
to threaten my guests.
There is if I want witnesses, big guy.
John?
I'm okay, Pop.
Robertson. Jonah?
Jonah, slow down. A green what?
Goblin. Green Goblin.
No, no reporter.
I'll cover the story myself and save
a few bucks, but get me Parker.
This is right up his freak-show alley.
Oh, and maybe call the police.
- Killer look, girl.
- Thanks. I put it together myself.
The top's from a thrift store on 22nd.
You and I so need to hang.
So, what do you think
of Midtown High?
Doesn't look much different
from my school. Your basic brain pit.
Well, we also have the top-ranked
theater magnet in the city.
Theater magnet?
I'm starting to feel the attraction.
That was the Bugle.
There's this maniac
terrorizing my boss and--
Well, he wants me
to go shoot pictures...
...and I kind of have to,
or he could fire me.
- I'm so sorry.
- Oh, it's okay.
But hustle back, tiger.
- You owe me one more dance.
- Really? You're not ticked?
That-- That's so cool.
I won't be gone long, Red, I promise.
Ditched by the King of the Geeks.
- That must sting.
- Oh, painfully.
But if I can't dance with Pete,
I guess I'll dance with...
It's Randy, right?
Very.
What do you hope
to accomplish here tonight?
So the whole wanting to
destroy you...
...and take over your empire thing
wasn't clear?
Well, darn.
Excuse me. Can I come in this way
or do I have to break my own window?
- Spider-Man.
- Your timing is impeccable.
So your latest super-loser
turned on you, huh, Tombie?
I don't know who he is yet,
but he's not in my employ.
That's okay. I can pretend
he's yours while I trounce him.
I'll still feel all warm inside.
Hello. I'm in the room.
Really, you're both too rude.
Where are my manners?
Here you come to terrorize Tombster,
and I don't even say thank you.
My only excuse is that you're also
holding innocent people hostage.
It's confusing to my poor
spider-brain.
Yes, quite the puzzler...
...but the Green Goblin
has a solution.
You and I join forces.
Consider what we could accomplish
by combining our powers.
We could rule New York!
We talking Manhattan or all five--?
No. Sorry.
I make it a rule not to partner
with anyone green...
...or, you know, psychotic.
Oh, well. Your loss. Of life.
Okay, where's the dude
with the nasty 'tude?
Present and accounted for.
If I might have your attention...
...the votes are in for king
and queen of the ball.
Your king is Flash Thompson.
- That's my man.
- All right.
- Get up there.
- All right, all right.
And your queen is--
"The red-haired girl
who came with Peter Parker"?
-Is--? Is that right?
- Yeah.
All right. Yeah.
Okay, I know it's totally petty...
...but seeing Peter's date crowned
alongside Flash makes me smile.
May I see your invitation,
Spider-Man?
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll
have to ask you to leave.
Leave now? When Table 7
needs more hors d'oeuvres?
Oh, did you want a ride?
Keep our guests comfy, boys.
I'll be back in a New York minute.
Seriously, Gobby, do you have
a license for this thing?
Don't panic, Spidey.
Still one web-shooter left.
Okay, now you can panic.
Web-shooters empty...
...but I've learned never
to web-sling unprepared.
Yes. Web-head, one, gravity, zero.
You know the old saying:
"if you can't join them, beat them."
Took the words
right out of my mouth.
- Is that a felony?
- I certainly hope so.
This goblin
wouldn't be caught dead...
-...committing a misdemeanor.
- Nice banter.
- Aim still needs work.
- Well, practice makes perfect.
Keep telling yourself that.
That's for making me
protect Tombstone.
Okay, wow. Just--
Now what's so funny?
Just the special fire
and brimstone pumpkin...
...I left behind as a present
for our Mr. Lincoln.
Any minute now
the créme de la créme...
...of New York City
is going to paint the town red.
Well, the ballroom, anyway.
What are we to do?
Keep everyone here
until he comes back.
Or maybe evacuate
before the Goblin's bomb goes off.
Clear the room.
What are you doing? You have
to get out. Bad guys included.
We work for the Goblin.
Every single blasted
fragment of you?
- You're bluffing.
- Is that a risk...
...you're prepared to take?
Especially when you've
already taken so many.
Everybody down the stairs.
If the bomb goes off,
the elevators won't be safe.
Stay calm. Don't push.
Go, Pop. I'm right behind you.
Okay, if I were an evil pumpkin,
where would I hide?
- I'm surprised you're sticking around.
- My party. My mess.
- This daring goblin on the big--
- The chandelier.
John, don't.
We can still get that steak.
Spider-Man. Chandelier.
Thanks. Now, go.
We're going back down?
Now you're just torturing me.
You know, applause from you
makes me wanna shower.
Perhaps,
but someone should point out...
...I offered you
a handsome salary to do...
...just the sort of thing
you did tonight...
...and instead you've done
the Big Man's business for free.
That, my heroic friend,
is what grownups call irony.
Robbie, I got your headline:
"Colonel John Jameson
saves New York's elite--"
Dad, there'll be an investigation,
they could scrub me from the mission.
Robbie? Scratch that headline.
Give the credit to Spider-Man.
To Spider-Man, confound it!
But fire Parker.
The kid never showed up.
What? What do you mean
he just e-mailed photos?
See, Glory, you're so selfish.
Everyone knows don't
dump the guy with the limo--
Nothing personal, Kenny.
--until the day after the dance.
Where is Osborn, anyway?
Nice, Pete. You blew it.
Again.
I wouldn't say that.
I saved the last dance for you, tiger.
"defenestration . .
...as the act of throwing
a person or thing out a window.
Really not my favorite word.
Okay, where's the dude
with the nasty 'tude?
Present and accounted for.
Hey. Did I mess up your costume?
Leave off the threads, Emerald Elf,
and that's an order.
But the Green Goblin
doesn't take orders from insects.
The Green Goblin
swats them into oblivion.
That's a common misconception.
Spiders are actually arachnids--
May I see your invitation,
Spider-Man?
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to
ask you to leave.
Leave now? When Table 7
needs more hors d'oeuvres?
How'd a night that started out
so sweet go south so fast?
And how'd I manage to leave my tux
at tonight's other black tie affair?
- Thanks for the ride, Harry.
- No prob.
My chauffeur's at our beck and call.
Don't forget to vote
for king and queen.
Who are you voting for, Glory?
Me and Liz, of course.
Who else is worthy?
I think we know the answer
to that, don't we, Rand?
Far as I'm concerned,
Osborn can have the crown.
His limo. His after-party.
Dude rules.
We're going to Le Hisayfitte...
...the best restaurant in town.
My treat.
- Osborn, you the man.
- You know it.
Hi, Harry. Did you just get here?
Hey, let's get a picture.
You know, preserve the moment.
Guess that bow tie stops the blood
from reaching his ears or brain.
And the chocolate soufflé is a must.
They top it with powdered sugar
and gold dust.
- I don't believe it.
- It's true. Real gold dust.
Guys?
Miss Brant!
This fershlugginer bowtie's defective.
I want a new one round my neck.
Come on, Mr. J., an investigation
into Spider-Man's identity.
"See the face behind the mask."
- And if the face is Joe Shmoe?
- Hold still, please.
All you'll do is make
web-head a regular guy.
And who'll pay to see pictures
of a regular guy?
Depends on what that
regular guy does, right, Pop?
John, my boy.
Give your old man a hug.
Hey, Mr. Robertson.
You keeping Pop in line?
I do my best, son.
- You know, he's awful proud of you.
- Why shouldn't I be?
Betty Brant, Ned Lee, meet my son
Air Force Colonel John Jameson.
John's piloting his first mission
on the space shuttle...
...so I'm taking him out for one final
night on the town-- Planet.
Get it? Foswell. Benny.
Come meet my son the astronaut.
Ned. That Spider-Man exposé?
Run with it. See where it leads.
Mary Jane Watson,
this is Professor Warren.
I'm his star pupil.
He said he wasn't coming.
Guess he meant
he wasn't coming with me.
How the heck did
Puny Parker land her?
Pete cleans up well.
It's not just the food.
The view from the private room--
Geeks like Parker do not get girls
who look like her. I mean, like us.
- She must have lost a bet.
- The bet. That's it.
Mary Jane Watson, I'd like you to meet
Flash, Liz, Rand, Sally, Glory...
...and my best bud, Harry.
- They're popular.
- The in-crowd.
Exactly.
So, Parker...
...you actually got yourself a date.
I mean, sure, Mary here's not
the 20-year-old you wanted to bring...
...but at least she's nonfictional.
So I guess you win the bet.
- What'd you bet?
- Loser dresses...
...as a cheerleader for Halloween.
Well, big boy, I hope you've got
the legs for the skirt.
Come on, tiger,
let's hit the dance floor.
I wanna see what you've got.
We're dancing.
Shall we?
Maybe when everyone has a little
less to prove, you know?
Less to prove. Right.
Want some punch?
Please.
Look, Glory...
...I know I was a jerk, but--
But I'm really sorry.
Just give me one more chance.
Please?
Oh, Kenny.
Hello? ls someone there?
Look at yourself, Otto.
You're afraid of your own shadow.
Next you'll see
gremlins in the machinery.
Or little green men.
Oh, the glider. No, that's
Mr. Osborn's TechFlight glider.
All's I'm saying is I could
have cracked it open there.
Cops would have cracked you open.
Cops or Spider-Man.
Hammerhead's waiting
for the Big Man's cut.
Forget the crowbar, blow it up.
Blow yourself up.
Did someone mention explosives?
Get the freak.
I meant get the freak
anything he wants.
What I want is your undying loyalty.
Or the dying kind.
The Green Goblin
is nothing if not flexible.
Appreciate the help,
but we work for the Big Man.
We switch loyalties, and we might as
well tie on the toe tags ourselves.
I'm good with knots too.
As for the Big Man, the party's over.
If I might have your attention.
As many of you know,
I am your host...
...L. Thompson Lincoln.
Thank you all for coming to support
the Lincoln Dynamic Youth Center.
Some shindig, eh, Johnny boy?
It's great, Pop, but to be honest...
...I was looking forward to it
just being you, me and a rare steak.
Come on. Lincoln's got enough
of the Bugle's money.
We can be at Luigi's in 88 seconds.
Sorry. Elevator's out of order.
Stairs too.
Of course, you could try a window.
Too late.
Hello. Good evening.
I am the Green Goblin...
...and I am looking for the Big Man.
Sir, I don't know who you are, but--
Of course you don't.
That's the point of the mask, genius.
But I know who you are, crime king.
So step down
or I start sharing secrets.
You're making an enormous mistake.
Security. This man
is obviously troubled.
Take care of him.
Still hiding behind
an army of thugs, are we?
Oh, he swings through the air...
...dishing all kinds of fear.
This daring goblin
on the big chandel-
Pop, move. We have to--
Johnny.
Now, now. Stay put.
Or else.
There's no need
to threaten my guests.
There is if I want witnesses, big guy.
John?
I'm okay, Pop.
Robertson. Jonah?
Jonah, slow down. A green what?
Goblin. Green Goblin.
No, no reporter.
I'll cover the story myself and save
a few bucks, but get me Parker.
This is right up his freak-show alley.
Oh, and maybe call the police.
- Killer look, girl.
- Thanks. I put it together myself.
The top's from a thrift store on 22nd.
You and I so need to hang.
So, what do you think
of Midtown High?
Doesn't look much different
from my school. Your basic brain pit.
Well, we also have the top-ranked
theater magnet in the city.
Theater magnet?
I'm starting to feel the attraction.
That was the Bugle.
There's this maniac
terrorizing my boss and--
Well, he wants me
to go shoot pictures...
...and I kind of have to,
or he could fire me.
- I'm so sorry.
- Oh, it's okay.
But hustle back, tiger.
- You owe me one more dance.
- Really? You're not ticked?
That-- That's so cool.
I won't be gone long, Red, I promise.
Ditched by the King of the Geeks.
- That must sting.
- Oh, painfully.
But if I can't dance with Pete,
I guess I'll dance with...
It's Randy, right?
Very.
What do you hope
to accomplish here tonight?
So the whole wanting to
destroy you...
...and take over your empire thing
wasn't clear?
Well, darn.
Excuse me. Can I come in this way
or do I have to break my own window?
- Spider-Man.
- Your timing is impeccable.
So your latest super-loser
turned on you, huh, Tombie?
I don't know who he is yet,
but he's not in my employ.
That's okay. I can pretend
he's yours while I trounce him.
I'll still feel all warm inside.
Hello. I'm in the room.
Really, you're both too rude.
Where are my manners?
Here you come to terrorize Tombster,
and I don't even say thank you.
My only excuse is that you're also
holding innocent people hostage.
It's confusing to my poor
spider-brain.
Yes, quite the puzzler...
...but the Green Goblin
has a solution.
You and I join forces.
Consider what we could accomplish
by combining our powers.
We could rule New York!
We talking Manhattan or all five--?
No. Sorry.
I make it a rule not to partner
with anyone green...
...or, you know, psychotic.
Oh, well. Your loss. Of life.
Okay, where's the dude
with the nasty 'tude?
Present and accounted for.
If I might have your attention...
...the votes are in for king
and queen of the ball.
Your king is Flash Thompson.
- That's my man.
- All right.
- Get up there.
- All right, all right.
And your queen is--
"The red-haired girl
who came with Peter Parker"?
-Is--? Is that right?
- Yeah.
All right. Yeah.
Okay, I know it's totally petty...
...but seeing Peter's date crowned
alongside Flash makes me smile.
May I see your invitation,
Spider-Man?
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll
have to ask you to leave.
Leave now? When Table 7
needs more hors d'oeuvres?
Oh, did you want a ride?
Keep our guests comfy, boys.
I'll be back in a New York minute.
Seriously, Gobby, do you have
a license for this thing?
Don't panic, Spidey.
Still one web-shooter left.
Okay, now you can panic.
Web-shooters empty...
...but I've learned never
to web-sling unprepared.
Yes. Web-head, one, gravity, zero.
You know the old saying:
"if you can't join them, beat them."
Took the words
right out of my mouth.
- Is that a felony?
- I certainly hope so.
This goblin
wouldn't be caught dead...
-...committing a misdemeanor.
- Nice banter.
- Aim still needs work.
- Well, practice makes perfect.
Keep telling yourself that.
That's for making me
protect Tombstone.
Okay, wow. Just--
Now what's so funny?
Just the special fire
and brimstone pumpkin...
...I left behind as a present
for our Mr. Lincoln.
Any minute now
the créme de la créme...
...of New York City
is going to paint the town red.
Well, the ballroom, anyway.
What are we to do?
Keep everyone here
until he comes back.
Or maybe evacuate
before the Goblin's bomb goes off.
Clear the room.
What are you doing? You have
to get out. Bad guys included.
We work for the Goblin.
Every single blasted
fragment of you?
- You're bluffing.
- Is that a risk...
...you're prepared to take?
Especially when you've
already taken so many.
Everybody down the stairs.
If the bomb goes off,
the elevators won't be safe.
Stay calm. Don't push.
Go, Pop. I'm right behind you.
Okay, if I were an evil pumpkin,
where would I hide?
- I'm surprised you're sticking around.
- My party. My mess.
- This daring goblin on the big--
- The chandelier.
John, don't.
We can still get that steak.
Spider-Man. Chandelier.
Thanks. Now, go.
We're going back down?
Now you're just torturing me.
You know, applause from you
makes me wanna shower.
Perhaps,
but someone should point out...
...I offered you
a handsome salary to do...
...just the sort of thing
you did tonight...
...and instead you've done
the Big Man's business for free.
That, my heroic friend,
is what grownups call irony.
Robbie, I got your headline:
"Colonel John Jameson
saves New York's elite--"
Dad, there'll be an investigation,
they could scrub me from the mission.
Robbie? Scratch that headline.
Give the credit to Spider-Man.
To Spider-Man, confound it!
But fire Parker.
The kid never showed up.
What? What do you mean
he just e-mailed photos?
See, Glory, you're so selfish.
Everyone knows don't
dump the guy with the limo--
Nothing personal, Kenny.
--until the day after the dance.
Where is Osborn, anyway?
Nice, Pete. You blew it.
Again.
I wouldn't say that.
I saved the last dance for you, tiger.