Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Wait!

This wedding will not take place.

Papa.

This wedding will not take place until our demands are fulfilled.

Please don't do this.

Our reputation is in your hands.

Please don't do this.

You.

His name is Miles Morales.

He was bitten by a radioactive spider.

And he's not the only one.

He hasn't always had it easy.

And he's not the only one.

Now he's on his own.

And he's not the only one.

You think you know the rest.

You don't.

I thought I knew the rest, but... I didn't.

I didn't want to hurt him.

But I did.

And he's not the only one.

Hey!

Jeff Leppard.

What?

Is the song over?

Seems over.

Okay, dude, if you don't hang out and you don't want to talk... I didn't join a band so I could talk about my feelings.

Well, I did.

I joined it so I could hit my feelings with sticks.

Dude, if you don't tell someone what's going on, you're gonna snap.

I'm fine.

That's not how someone who's fine would say that.

Say, I'm great.

Thanks.

How are you?

I'm great.

Thanks.

Whoa.

How are you?

Fine?

When?

Come on.

I don't get you, man.

You're right.

I play drums.

I always wanted to be in a band.

Guess I just never found the right one.

In this line of work, you always wind up a solo act.

Before Miles, there was Peter.

Hey, I think you look pretty.

I don't know.

Is this that dangerous menace?

I don't know.

She seems like a good guy.

Why wear a mask if you've got nothing to hide?

All right, no politics at the dinner, dear.

Thank you, Meg.

But they didn't really know me.

And I didn't really know him either.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

What did you do?

I just wanted to be special, like you, Gwen.

Gwen?

Don't worry.

Who's Gwen?

Everything's going to be OK.

Don't.

Everything's going to be OK.

Don't go.

Hey!

Peter?

I never really made another friend after that.

Except one.

But he's not here.

And there's no way to get there.

Pressure miles as Captain George Stacy leaves the base.

Peter Parker ate at my table.

He was my daughter's best friend.

I will not rest until I find this spider woman.

Oh, hey.

How's the band?

Uh, yeah, great.

I quit, so, you know.

Thumbs up.

We, uh, we caught a break in the Spider-Woman case.

Oh.

That's good.

We're close.

I'm telling you, I can feel it.

Me, too.

It'll be good for us.

Don't be so sure.

She killed your friend.

You don't know that.

What do you mean, I don't know that?

I do know that.

I was there.

She ran from the city.

Maybe she didn't have a choice.

I got a job to do, Gwen.

It won't bring him back.

I don't want to argue about this, okay?

Yeah, I can tell.

See ya.

Fuck.

This could be it.

So, I uh, I'll see you later?

I need you to look alive.

There's a good chance our girl shows up.

Tonight's the night we catch Spider-Man.

Yuri, explain to me how a guy with a 40-foot wingspan just waltzed into the Guggenheim unnoticed.

Hey, it's New York.

Everyone's got their thing.

You know what he wants?

Do you speak Italian?

Uh, I'm an Irish cop.

Maybe you love pasta or something.

Everybody on my signal.

Look out for signs of Spider-Woman.

Hey.

We found her.

How's the manhunt for me going?

You mean this?

Good to know.

Vulture!

Screaming their name usually works.

I guess that worked.

I am Adam Vulture, the pinnacle of man's genius.

You're not my vulture.

Are you made of parchment?

What cursed world have you brought me to?

Glitching, huh?

Been there.

Uh, where you from, bud?

I am an artist.

An engineer.

Oh, great.

A renaissance man.

Yes!

Let me guess.

You were having an espresso in some old-timey Leonardo da Vinci dimension, and suddenly a portal opens up and you wind up here.

Ha!

Ha!

Am I warm?

Yes, that's pretty much it.

Cyborg?

Uh, thank you, but stop.

Thank you the best.

The art museum for no reason?

You call this art?

We're talking about it, aren't we?

Oh, that's cool.

I mean, it's more of a meta-commentary on what we call art, but it's... it's also art.

Oh, look!

It's your cousin.

It's kinda made of paper.

Ciao Ricketts.

I'm sorry, who exactly are you supposed to be?

It's classified.

You're the Blue Panther.

No.

The Caped Crusader.

No.

Dark Garfield.

No, stop.

Macho Libre.

I'm from another dimension.

You are?

Wow.

Actually, I'm not confused.

My name is Miguel O'Hare.

I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse.

Actually, forget it.

Can you go to any dimension you want with that watch?

Thank you.

Okay, Justin.

Look, there is a big flying turkey from the Renaissance I have to bring to justice, so if you don't mind.

It's alright, kid.

I'll take it from here.

Okay.

Knock yourself out.

Why are you saying it like that?

What are you guys talking about?

You left a hole wide enough for guys like him to randomly get shot into the wrong dimension.

Now I'm stuck putting everybody back where they belong before all of time and space collapses.

I'm going to get it started on Dr. Strange, a little nerd back on Earth 1999-99.

Who's Dr. Strange?

Sounds like he maybe shouldn't practice medicine.

Sorry, Captain.

Can't talk right now.

I'll be back.

So, you want me to handle this one, or...?

No.

Nah, you gotta say it first.

Call for backup.

What?

Call for backup.

Come on.

Please just call for-Yeah, I already called her.

But I enjoyed that.