Spider-Man 2

Man 2 Written by Matt J. INT. MATT’S DORM - NIGHT Dimmed lamps strategically located around the room provide just enough light to not induce a headache. The walls are littered with posters, (Fantastic 4, GTA, Mac Miller, etc.) an effort to cover up the nauseating aura of the white paint beneath them. In the corner, a [University Dining] uniform is left unceremoniously on the floor. On one side of the cramped space is a computer and two monitors sitting on a desk barely capable of holding up the weight. One screen shows a list of documents pertaining to ancient Rome, while Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man 2 occupies the other. Directly across, a twin sized heap of plastic lays on a metal structure. MATT is seated upright on the edge of the “bed.” Though his eyes remain fully fixated on the film, the bags underneath suggest they could shut down at any moment. ON SCREEN: Peter Parker places his Spider-Man attire in an alley trash can and walks away. Matt snaps out of his trance for a moment as a thought crosses his mind. He looks to the pile of clothes in the corner. The clothes look back at him. He turns his head to the adjacent corner, which houses a small trash can and a laundry bin. His eyes dart between the two. He gets up and makes his way over to the pile. Using every ounce of strength he has left, he picks up the clothes and turns around. Both options play through his head for what feels like an eternity. He sighs. MATT Things haven’t gotten that bad. He forces the clothes into the laundry bin. MATT (CONT.) Not yet at least.