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Sally told me you were here.

There's something I gotta tell you.
What's that?

I was pretty upset when you went to the
slammer.

Well, how do you think I felt about it?

Hey, stop that. I'm being serious.

Yeah, I know you were.

And I do appreciate it.

How did you know Mrs. Gray wasn't
guilty?

I don't really know.

You know, I never knew anyone who had
absolutely no defense at all like that.

Kind of hard to explain, really.

Rita, look, you know how I am about
filing. Now, I've got to find one here

on a guy named Amos Dalton. The file
should be about 11 years old.

Will you find it for me?

Sure. Thank you.

Where will you be when I find it?

Home.

State Department.

I've just been robbed.

That's top secret. Secure the terminal.

Yes, sir. I'll help you to receive.

Secure the terminal now.

Hello.

Oh, hello, Mr. Jameson.

Yeah, I know where he is.

I'll call him right away. Yes, sir.

Hello, Peter. Rita.

The airport's been quarantined.

I know you people got word of the
quarantine on the press wire, but this

is not a crisis. We have placed one
terminal in quarantine because a

passenger may, an underlying may, have
come in contact with a communicable

disease.

Now, this is just a precautionary
measure to determine if, in fact, there

is any danger, if anyone has been
exposed.

Well, can you identify the disease and
tell us the flight's origin?

No, I'm sorry.

Well, how long will the quarantine last?

I don't know. How many people were on
the plane?

The health department officer in charge
will be able to answer all of those

questions just as soon as he finishes
his work.

Oh, Peter, I'm sorry. Julie, how come
you're only a klutz when I'm taking a

picture? If the whole airport is
quarantined, why can't we go down and

meet the passengers as they're released?

Right. Why do we have to stay up here?

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very sorry for
the inconvenience, but we do not want to

create a panic.

The situation will be resolved in a few
minutes.

And I have to ask you to please remain
here.

You think we had the plague?

It's the first time I've ever been
locked in an airport before.

Why didn't the guy give us more
information?

The whole thing doesn't wash.

Got anything, Julie?

Nothing much.

The place is crawling with security.

Go.

Where are you going?

Chris has got to be behind the ropes.
Oh, yes, I realize that, but that's Jim

McGann of the FBI. I know him. He wants
to talk to me.

Okay, Jim, what's going on here? Peter,
you're supposed to... Excuse me, are you

with the health department? I don't
believe we've met before. Peter, no

comment. Well, perhaps you could
comment. What is your name? Peter, I

said no comment.

All right, let's go.

Peter Parker, reporter from the Bugle.

Hey, Chip!

How'd you get out there?

Jim again.

Why would the FBI be involved in a
quarantine situation?

Well, maybe it isn't. Maybe they're just
passing through.

Whoever put this one together is
probably long gone by now.

Well, I'll open the terminal and we'll
keep some heavy security on for a while

in the area, just in case.

Well,

you're not being a klutz. You're really
very nice.

When I'm not being a klutz?

Truth? No.

I don't trust you.

Hey, that hurts me.

It really does.

Peter, I don't think that's at all fair.

Since when have you ever been fair?

Well, it'll be different from now on.

See, I had to prove myself.

You know, small town girl in the big
city, on trial, needing a job.

You understand.

I do, and nothing has changed.

Look, the jokes and the flip talk, the
competing, I mean, that's part of me,

but not the most important part.

It's what I see and what I hear.

I'm not tough, really.

I'm not manipulating. I'm not
self-sufficient.

Oh, so actually, you're just kind of a
cream puff, huh? You've got to believe

me. It matters.

I guess I kind of need you to like me.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your
attention, please?

I have good news.

The incident is over, and it was no
crisis.

What do you mean?

I mean the passenger we were worried
about turned out to have a bad cold.

Nothing serious.

Again, I'd like to apologize for the
inconvenience, and thank you very much

for your cooperation.

You believe him.

Like I said, it doesn't cost you.

You quarantine a whole airport because a
guy has a cold?

Okay. I'll see you later.

Okay.

Jim, come on. How about telling me
what's going on?

Would you prefer no comment or a lie?

The FBI doesn't get involved in a
quarantine, and that guy in there is no

health department official. Now, what's
happening? You're wasting time, Peter.

Forget it.

That's the girl who took the photograph
of me. Stay with her.

My car's in the annex lot. Do you need a
ride back to town? No, thanks. My bike's

there, too.

I'll jump out here. See you later.

All right, follow her.

Let him take a walk the streets here.

Are you okay?

Well, just don't stand there.

Mind him.

Certainly I know McGann.

I also know the other man in this
picture.

Sergeant Levins from the State
Department.

Well, what was he doing with McGann at
the airport?

Well, how should I know?

He didn't want to be identified.

But he was giving orders.

Now, why would the State Department and
the FBI both be involved in a simple

quarantine case?

Have you tried the Health Department?

Mm-hmm. And they back up McGann.

But Rita has a friend she called at the
department, and they have never heard of

any quarantine.

Well, you may be right.

There's much to go on.

Add the fact that Julie Master's camera
was stolen and then thrown away after

the film was removed.

Now, somebody was very, very anxious not
to have their picture taken.

Government people?

Well, I don't know, but clearly the
government was involved.

I've got some connections at the State
Department.

I'll call them, see what I can find out.

I'll get out of here.

Hey, Pete.

And her editor doesn't know where she
is.

Terrific.

So, what about the quarantine at the
airport that everybody's pretending

didn't happen?

Mr. Jameson's letting me dig into it.

That's great.

That's not great?

Well, yeah, it is, but... Listen, Pete,
he has to pay you more money if you

write the story. And even if he pays you
the string of rape, you could get as

much as... Yeah, I know all that, Rita,
but... But what?

Listen, you can always use some extra
bread. You borrowed ten bucks from me

yesterday. And now that you're about to
get a double paycheck this week, you are

decidedly gloomy.

It's just that I'm worried about Julie.

Words out that that lady can take care
of herself.

Not against guys like the one that stole
her camera.

Okay, Rita, I'll see you later.

Well, where are you going in case Mr.

J wants to reach you?

I'm going to hang out at Julie's
apartment in case she shows up.

Oh.

What?

You are the sly one, I'll tell you that.

Rita, cut it out, would you?

Me? Listen, Pete, she works for the
competition.

That means you are supposed to compete
with her. You see, not aid and comfort

her. She's the enemy, remember?

Just keep trying to find her, will you?

have the NATO defense plan.

Price?

Two million dollars.

Of course I remember my original
proposal where money is involved. I

never forget.

I raised the price because the documents
are more valuable than I thought.

I don't like delays.

You trying to stall?

I get verification from your government
and arrange to have the money delivered

by Tuesday.

If you can make it any sooner, so much
the better.

Keep in touch with my office.

Tuesday?

Waiting around could be dangerous.

But we have no choice if we want top
price.

Let's stay on the cover.

I developed it, but it's new film.

Never been exposed.

There's nothing on it.

Now, wait a minute.

That's the film I took out of the
camera. Maybe she didn't take a picture.

Maybe she just... I saw that woman take
that picture.

Now, we are sitting ducks on $2 million
worth of NATO defense plans if anybody

sees that photograph.

Does the girl who took it know you? What
difference does that make?

State Department people and the FBI know
me.

What if they see those pictures?

We can assume that this woman is a
photographer for a metropolitan

newspaper.

Find out who she is.

Where she lives, where she works.

I want the negatives and the prints that
might have been made from them.

The negatives and the prints.

No mistakes this time.

No excuses.

Right.

Rita, call the State Department.

Get me Mike Callahan. See if he can put
me in touch with Arnold Evans.

Okay, I'll try to reach him at... Mr.

Jameson, when would you like to see Mr.

Evans?

Why do you mean when? I want to see him
as soon as possible.

Walked in to see him, Mr. Jameson, when
your secretary said you were trying to

reach me. Yes, I was. Sit down.

What do you say to that?

It's not very flattering.

Don't hand me that fairy tale about the
quarantine at the airport.

I won't. You're not going to convince me
that you and McGann were prowling around

the airport just because some incoming
passenger had a slight cold.

I wasn't born yesterday, you know. What
do you mean I won't?

Some enormously valuable and
embarrassing documents were stolen from

a courier at the airport.

We closed things down as fast as we
could, but we were too late. They got

away. But you're right.

The quarantine was a cover story.

My man Parker saw through that story.

Well, I thought he might. That's why I'm
here.

I do hope, sir, you're going to put a
muzzle on Mr. Parker.

You're asking me to kill a page one
story. That's right.

Sounds like an attempted cover-up of
some bureaucratic mess.

Oh, it's a mess.

And we do want to cover it up. But it's
not bureaucracy.

This is national security.

A standard excuse.

That's right.

But this time it's more than just an
excuse.

This time it's a very real crisis.

And we do need your cooperation.

You've got it.

Thank you.

Please keep this discussion strictly
confidential.

We're contacting the police and other
possibly involved persons.

They're to keep hands off.

We can't risk anyone but police and the
FBI getting near this case.

I give you my word. If we go public,
your paper will get the beat.

Probably nothing.

No sign of the girl.

What about the negative and French?

Over.

Got them. I'm going to burn these and
then check around and make sure there

aren't any others.

Register. I live here. What's going on?

You had company while you were out,
ma'am. This guy, a two-bit burglar.

Two-bit was about all he could get in my
apartment.

These creeps will grab anything they can
sell to a fence.

You wouldn't believe what they'll steal.

Murphy,

this is her pad. Will you let her in?

Hi, Julie.

Afraid there's been an attempt at
burglary. I know. I saw your men

outside. I don't think they got away
with anything, but you better take a

look around.

Sofa, chair, plant.

I could check the cupboard and see if
the pancake flour is still there.

Horrific. I've lived here three days and
already I'm ripped off.

What are you doing here?

I was just driving by. What's happening?

Some guy just ripped off my plate.

You're kidding. Well, did they take...

Did they take a lot of stuff?

I don't think so.

Julie, do you think maybe I... Oh.

This is Peter Parker. He works for the
Bugle.

We know each other.

Lieutenant Murphy.

Come on.

Is this walkie-talkie yours?

I never saw it before.

Unusual.

A cheap rip-off artist doesn't stay in
touch with an outside man.

Maybe I just attract a better class of
burglar.

Excuse me, what are these ashes here?

Looks like burned photographs.

Or melted film.

I didn't burn anything.

Did you have any pictures in here that
anybody might want destroyed?

I can't imagine what.

Why would this guy take time to set a
fire?

Are you sure there isn't something
embarrassing or criminating?

Wait a minute. This morning at the
airport, you were taking pictures. Have

you developed them yet?

Yes, and made a proof sheet.

But they weren't important or
significant.

The negative and the sheet are gone.

I guess that's what's left.

Were you one of the reporters covering
the airport quarantine?

Yes.

You say it's probably nothing, just some
kook at the tick out of setting fires.

Well, no, wait a minute, Lieutenant. You
said yourself that the use of a walkie

-talkie is very unusual.

I mean, there's more to it than that.
You see, these pictures were taken at

the airport.

Now, Julie's camera was also stolen at
the airport. The FBI was involved, and

so was the State Department. Don't you
see it all fits?

Everything is connected to the airport.

On top of that, I... Peter, the airport
is out of my jurisdiction.

I don't know anything about it.

Well, yeah, I know that, but...

Touch base with the detectives.

Don't hold your breath.

Julie, you get this back after the
truck.

Ciao.

Did you notice something kind of strange
about Martinez when I mentioned the

airport? Yeah, he really lost interest.

Why? I don't know.

Let's just say I've got a hunch, and if
I'm right, you could be involved.

That's ridiculous.

Look, why did they steal your camera?
Why did somebody break in here? By the

way, how did you know my camera was
stolen?

You weren't with me.

A cop told me about it at the airport.

Yeah, well, it still doesn't mean I'm in
danger.

Julie, the man who stole your camera
wasn't a thief. He threw it away.

Could be. The police found the empty
camera and returned it to me.

Okay, then you just stay put until I
figure this whole thing out. Now look,

Peter, if you've been able to stay...
Just don't let anybody in this apartment

that you don't know. Nobody is going to
hurt me. You've been taking panic pills.

You've been taking stubborn pills.

Goodbye, Peter.

Are you absolutely sure that there was
nothing on that burned-out film that

anybody else... Nothing! Shots of the
airport manager, the plane on the

ground, one of the guards. Who'd care
about any of that?

Goodbye again, Peter.

Guaranteed, the film was burned.

Are you afraid the police will make Carl
talk?

Well, the worst that can happen is that
he'll be sentenced to a few months in

jail. And after that, well, he'll
collect a half a million dollars for

keeping his mouth shut.

But the girl, the girl who took the
photograph of me, she saw me.

But she doesn't have the picture
anymore.

She saw me. She knew I was there.

The authorities have a look at the mug
books. She'll find me and identify me.

She will not identify you.

Venus, please.

I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm
going to have to keep an eye on Julie

while I'm digging into this story.

The activities of a rival photographer
are not my concern, and they shouldn't

be yours.

Let the register handle it.

I've got another assignment for you.

Earlier today, you agreed that I should
cover this story. What happened to

change your mind?

I followed through on the airport
situation with my contacts.

The authorities are handling the matter.

In the meantime, you're going to cover
the opening of the flower show.

Since when does he get calls on my
phone?

Oh, that's all right. I'll take it.

Hello? I just wanted to tell you that I
stopped taking stubborn pills.

Julie, what's happened?

I think somebody tried to break in.

Look, don't take any chances. Just call
the police.

I have. They're on their way.

I just wanted to apologize.

Oh, uh, they're here now. Everything is
okay.

All right.

Take care.

Another attempted break-in at Julie's.

Now, do you believe me, or do you need
an affidavit? I don't care. I want you

to get over to that flower show.

Okay, just as soon as I can. But for
now, I'm going to Julie's, just to make

sure everything's all right.

I don't pay you to go to Julie's!

I checked everything, Julie.

No sign of a prowler.

I didn't just imagine somebody tried to
break in here. Well, I didn't think you

would. But whoever it was had a chance
to leave before I got here. Great. What

do I do now? Wait for him to come back?

Well, we're hoping he doesn't, but he
can always call us back again.

The only thing is, I'm afraid I just
can't stay here. I understand.

I'll take another look around outside
before I leave.

Make sure you keep your door locked.

Thanks.

Murphy, come on.

City desk, please.

away. Can you stop him?

I could, but what if you have some
friends who come in while I'm gone?

Good point.

Look, I'm grateful.

I'm also kind of at a loss for words.

I mean, I know you're Spider-Man, but
being face-to-face sort of blows my

mind. Just make sure that after I'm
gone, all your windows are locked as

well as your door. I can't spend my
whole life locked up in here.

If you don't stay in here, you may not
have much more life.

I can't even get in touch with anyone.
The phone is dead.

It'll be fixed.

Thanks. For what it's worth, I'm too
scared not to be careful.

She got away.

I don't pay you to call me with excuses.

But I couldn't help it. Spider-Man
stopped me.

If you can't handle a job, hire someone
to help you. But I want that girl taken

care of.

Okay.

Want to know something?

I'm really glad to see you.

Want to know something? I'm glad to hear
that, but Julie, you're trying to...

Some character came in through the
window and grabbed me before I knew what

was happening.

Then Spider-Man shows up out of nowhere
and scares them off.

Really? Yeah, well, the question is,
what do I do now?

Well, what we've got to try to do is
figure out who is trying to get to you

and why.

I've tried.

Okay.

Let's start with what we know.

Now, it figures that somebody wants a
picture of you.

most likely from the airport.

You must have taken a picture of the man
who's after you. I told you, the only

pictures I took at the airport were of
the plane that was quarantined, the

airport manager... Hey, the guard!

What guard?

All right, this sounds crazy, but when
you shoved my arm, I took a picture of a

guard, and he didn't seem to want to
have a picture taken.

Suppose he really wasn't a guard.

That could be, but you don't have the
picture anymore. Do you remember what he

looks like? I think so. Well, let's go
back to the airport and look for him.

If he was a phony, he wouldn't still be
at the airport.

Probably not.

But we could go down to the newspaper
morgue and buzz through some mugshots.

Maybe you'll spot him. Okay.

Now, look, if we don't get a lead on
this character, you have got to hold up

here. If I wasn't so scared, I'd argue
with you.

I don't believe it. For once, we agree.

Lieutenant Martinez, please.

This is an emergency.

I told the police that Julie was
kidnapped. They say they've got to wait

for the kidnappers to make a move. I
don't know, a ransom note or something.

It's customary procedure.

But this case is different.

Government agencies have been involved
in a cover-up right from the start. Now,

you've got enough muscle to get to the
bottom of this. You've got to help

Julie. I don't have that much muscle.

Mr. Jameson, a girl's life is at stake.

The government has put on the clamps.

I was approached by the State Department
and asked to keep this very quiet.

National security.

The FBI is carrying the ball.

They're looking out for government
interests. I'm looking out for Julie.

Well, obviously, all the agencies will
try to help a kidnapped victim.

Yeah, so long as it doesn't interfere
with national security.

If you've got any information, I'll pass
it along to the FBI.

No, I told the police everything I know.

Then we're stymied.

No, wait. There's one lead.

There's one lead that we haven't
followed yet.

Huh? What's that?

The guy in jail.

The guy who broke into Julie's.

The police questioned him for hours.

They got absolutely nothing on him.

That's right. So why keep him there?

Are you suggesting that any criminal who
refuses to talk should be released from

jail?

What if the bugle were to put up his
bail money?

That's ridiculous.

It's our only chance.

He's out of jail.

I'll follow him, and maybe he'll lead me
to Julie.

A bugle's not about to throw away $5,000
on some criminal who'll undoubtedly jump

bail. He'll figure out he's being
released so he can be followed.

He'll lose you and refuse to go near any
of his associates.

But Julie has been kidnapped. She could
be killed.

But call her a paper. Let them put up
the bail.

And maybe get a beat on the story if the
kidnappers are captured.

accounting department.

Very good news.

You know, I was unhappy about having to
wait until Tuesday.

I can deliver the papers this afternoon.

You have the money ready?

Wonderful. See you in an hour.

We're clearing out.

Check the apartment.

Make sure there's nothing there to
connect it.

What about her?

She could identify us. A situation
you'll have to correct.

Right.

Who's there?

Carl, open up!

How did you get out?

Bail, you put it up, didn't you?

No, you were set up. Set up by who? You
followed. No, I was careful.

Of course you were followed. Why else
would they let you out? No chance. I was

real careful to see that nobody followed
me. In fact, I wore this.

Nobody would know me.

I'm not even going to talk to you. Get
rid of her and we're playing out fast.

I was careful.

Operator, this is office 7241 at the
Empire State Building. Tell the police

there's a kidnapping in progress.

Thanks. Please get me loose before any
newspaper men show up. I've got to get

my camera.

Hey, what are you doing? I need the
pictures.

Hey.

Here, I'll take these off your feet.

You should be all right now.

Wait, finish up.

Here come the Marines.

You'll be all right.

Hey, hey, why did you take those
pictures?

Absolutely sensational.

This is page one.

I don't know how you did it.

Well, to tell you the truth, Spider-Man
took that picture and he gave it to me.

I don't care who took it as long as we
can use it.

That's a great job.

As a matter of fact, if it hadn't been
for Spider-Man... Well, it doesn't

really matter. I'm only interested in
the end result.

On the other hand, are you trying to
tell me that you couldn't do your job if

it weren't for Spider-Man's help?

Why am I paying you?

For pictures, Mr. Jameson. Just like the
one you have right here in your hand.

Right, Pete?

Right.

Man,

you left yourself wide open in there.

A few more seconds, Jameson will figure
out some questions you might not want to

answer. Like what?

Oh, I don't know. Would you like me to
try and think of some?