[last lines]
Spider-Man: There's no place like home.
[Peter and Gwen are hiding in a maintenance closet]
Gwen Stacy: There was an accident in the genomics lab, and they're covering it up. And I found out. That guy from Times Square last night? I met him. He was an electrical engineer in the building. And he loved Spider-Man, by the way. He was, like, a fanatic.
Peter Parker: I didn't get love vibes
last night. I got more of a "want to kill me with his electricity" vibe.
Gwen Stacy: That's actually kind of what it's like to love you. I was searching for him in the computer and all the files. He's erased.
Peter Parker: My God.
Gwen Stacy: He's completely erased.
Peter Parker: That's Oscorp.
Gwen Stacy: And what about you? Why are you here?
Peter Parker: Harry.
Gwen Stacy: Osborn?
Peter Parker: He's dying.
Gwen Stacy: What do you mean?
Peter Parker: He's dying, and he thinks the only thing that's gonna save his life is my blood; Spider-Man's blood.
And as far as I know, if I give it to him, it could kill him.
Gwen Stacy: Or something worse.
Peter Parker: I know. This is the maintenance closet, Gwen. This is the most clichéd hiding place you could've chosen. This is the stupidest hiding place.
Gwen Stacy: [sarcastically] Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't take us to the Bahamas of
hiding places.
[In an Oscorp conference room, Peter and Harry watch a video of their fathers]
Norman Osborn: You're looking at the world's first human-spider hybrids.
Richard Parker: The hope is to extract the venom from their glands and turn that into a cure. An agent that heals diseased cells.
Norman Osborn: And if I can be cured, imagine
what this could do for other diseases, like Alzheimers, even cancer.
Harry Osborn: [turns off the video] They never made it to human trials. It's fourteen years of research, and nothing to show for it.
[Peter frowns as Harry gets out of his chair]
Harry Osborn: Except maybe this.
[gets a copy of the Daily Bugle and slams it down on the
table; Spider-Man's on the cover; Peter looks curious]
Harry Osborn: Spider-Man.
Peter Parker: What about him?
Harry Osborn: He was bitten by one of those things, and it worked! I don't know how and I don't know why, but he can do everything a spider can, including self-heal. I need to find him. I need his blood.
Peter Parker: [looks at Harry curiously] You need... Spider-Man's blood?
[Peter sits; Harry looks at him intensely]
Harry Osborn: It'll save my life.
Peter Parker: It may not, Har. It may not be that simple. You saw what happened to Curt Connors, right?
Harry Osborn: Connors was weak. This is me, Peter.
Peter Parker: I don't think you can just set up a van and have him donate. I mean, I'm sure he's sensitive about people shoving needles and...
Harry Osborn: Ah, he's sensitive, OK. Well, then, maybe you could just "sensitively" tell me where he is, and I will go ask him myself!
Peter Parker: What?
Harry
Osborn: [looks at the press photo] You took his picture.
Peter Parker: So?
Harry Osborn: You know him.
Peter Parker: Harry, I took the picture from a long way away. I used a long lens. I don't know him.
Harry Osborn: I put together what you said at the river.
Peter
Parker: What I--?
Harry Osborn: About how he gives people hope. Come on. Just say yes.
[Peter looks around anxiously, gets up and walks to the door; Harry pulls him around to face him]
Harry Osborn: Don't turn your back on me! I don't want to end up like my father, Peter. Please. Peter, please. I can't.
[Peter avoids Harry's
gaze; Harry desperately wraps his arms around Peter]
Harry Osborn: Please.
Peter Parker: [grey-faced, pulls away from Harry] I'm gonna try and find Spider-Man.