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	The FIREMAN grabs ROZ. Then, with an awful SCREECH of
	steel, the CAR pulls loose from the COUPLING. With
	SPIDER-MAN inside it, the CAR plunges ten stories to the
	street below.

	EXT. STREET - NIGHT

	COPS, FIREMEN, PRESS, the works. The CROWD GASPS. CAMERA
	STROBES pop as the LAST CAR crashes to the SIDEWALK. We
	hold several beats on the incredible rubble.

	Then, a WEBBED HAND. SPIDER-MAN groggily pulls himself
	from the wreckage.

				COP (V.O.)
		Put your hands up, Spider-Man.

				SPIDER-MAN
		You're making a big mistake.

				COP
		And you're looking at twenty years.

	SPIDER-MAN shoots a WAD of WEB GOO onto the COP'S GUN and
	leaps up onto the LUXURY CONDO... and swings up out of the
	frame. The COP aims and shoots. The BULLET makes a
	THWUMP noise. The WEB GOO stretches out about three feet
	and falls limp.

				COP
		What the hell!

	EXT. BACK OF BUILDING - NIGHT

	SPIDER-MAN swings painfully, one handed and limp, at the
	end of a WEB STRAND. After falling ten stories, he is
	groggy and weak. He can't think. He can't focus. He can
	barely hold onto his WRIST GIZMOS. This bug is spent.

				SPIDER-MAN
		Must go on... must find Ock... SL 270
		Plutonium... must get that crazy old
		loony... before he gets to the
		Plutonium... toxic dump... where are the
		toxic dumps...?

	He hangs there with two hands to catch his breath and
	thinks. He shoots a WEB up diagonally and swings across
	on it. This time he catches on and holds, but barely.