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Amazing.
Lizard tail, lizard foot.
Spider-Man, lizard, spider...cop.
Well, it's good to know
there's the occasional human in your viewfinder.
This godforsaken town is overrun with animals.
Actually, Spider-Man is a...man.
Sort of.
Oh, goody. He's a man.
So what's next? The human rat?
I can think of a candidate.
Hey, I wonder if that one's taken.
"The human rat. Outlives entire civilizations.
Overruns whole cities at will."
Huh? Huh? What do you think?
Why the hell am I asking you?
You're a photographer, shutterbug.
An overpriced one at that.
I didn't even invoice these.
Miss Brant, get me an invoice for Peter Parker, stat.
Four, five, six photos, 25 bucks each.
But--
Save it. You're wasting time.
Go snap some shots. Just remember,
this is a high-class newspaper, not Animal Planet.
Huh.
Doc Connors.
[RASPY] Parker.
You canceled class.
You never cancel... anything.
Stay back.
I thought your experiments were promising.
Maybe we should continue.
[SIGHS] Yes...on myself.
You sure you're all right?
Maybe I should get you to the infirmary.
No!
Those papers...
You're writing up your experiment?
Can't write without the right arm.
Know how I lost it?
You mentioned an industrial accident.
Government contractor.
Testing a new kind of explosive.
You were involved in that?
Of course not.
Studying reptiles.
Georgia swamp.
No one knew I was there.
After 10 years,
the court threw out my case.
Someone pulled strings.
Go home, Parker.
Sir, you're not well.
Please, go.
Now.
HARRY: I knew my father had military contracts,
but this stuff is weird beyond belief.
"Drugs for human enhancement."
And get this:
"Wide area fragmentation explosive round.
Wafer."
It must be really top-secret to keep it in his own desk.
Maybe you should just leave it.
Sorry this isn't going faster.
No, no, I understand.
It's a bad walk down memory lane here.
You know, you're right.
I shouldn't be reading all this stuff line by line.
Plus, we really should save some work for Peter.
Go get some dinner.
In fact, I'll meet you later and buy you dinner.
Harry, man,
if you want to be all by your lonesome,
my ego can handle it.
I just need some time to digest this stuff, is all.
There's so much about my father I didn't know.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
What?
For a second, seeing you behind the desk,
you looked just like some of those photos of your father.
I've compared three DNA samples:
Stray hairs from Doc Connors' lab coat,
skin particles on the clothing fragment
I found on the police station roof,
and these strange scales I picked up from his papers.
All three have DNA from the same individual:
Dr. Connors.
But the genetic sequencing has changed over time
to resemble reptilian DNA.
As much as I respect Dr. Connors and his work,
I have no choice but...
To confront the truth
about the kind of man my father really was.
The last few days of his life,
he seemed...different.
I know he didn't deserve to die by Spider-Man's hands,
but some of these documents
indicate strange experimental work at Oscorp.
Oscorp. Oscorp.
Oscorp!
[SIRENS WAILING, CAR HORNS HONKING]
Sir?
Dr. Connors?
Doc?
Oh, my God.
[GASPS]
[GROWLS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GROWLS]
[HISSES]
Hey, scaly, know where I can get a little tail?
[GROWLS]
Get out of here!
Why are you helping me?
Go on, go!
Good, I seem to have your undivided attention.
It's not too late to turn this thing around,
is it, Dr. Connors?
[GROWLS]
Yes, police?
We've got an emergency here.
I think I can help you.
I know all about your experiments.
[ROARS]
Think about it, doctor.
You have your arm back, but at what price?
We don't live in a jungle.
I have to turn you in.
Spider-Man!
You and your accomplie are under arrest!
Accomplice? We just met!
Aah!
Aah!
We got them both.
Let's get them to a holding cell.
[CONNORS GROWLING]
Doc Connors, listen to me.
We can get you help!
If you struggle, you'll just--
Aah!
Fall.
[GROWLS]
Genus araneae at your service.
Harry?
You okay?
Yeah, I guess. No broken bones.
Right. I heard Spider-Man was here.
Yeah, he was here.
Okay, okay, don't make me wish I'd gone out the window.
We'll help you get through this.
Whatever you need.
What I really need is...
For you two to go out and get me a pizza.
Let me gu,
you want to be alone again.
Mushroom and pepperoni would be nice.
I'm buying.
In that case...
Harry has so much anger.
Yeah. I don't envy him.
Look at you.
Do I have food on my face?
No.
You lost your parents, then your uncle,
then, for a while, me,
yet the last few days,
all you can think of is your friend Harry.
Well, I think of myself plenty. It's just--
Thanks for letting me do that.
Not a problem.
PETER: Okay, maybe I'm fun, fun, fun after all.
See, that's the thing about life.
It's always on the move.
If you look in the right place,
You can never be sure what you'll find.