SpookyMachine734: The Movie

SPOOKYMACHINE734: THE MOVIE

 Script Written by: SpookyMachine734







 [Music plays as the opening credits, appears on the screen]

 [2008 – Scott Lang enters a SHIELD facility]  [Present Day – Spooky Machine is in Super Max getting punched in the face by another prisoner, Pop’s Brother]  [Spooky is escorted out of the prison and is met by his friend Luis]  [they get into Nickbear’s truck and drive off]
 *  Scott Lang : Stark.
 *  Loki : He doesn’t seem happy.
 *  Tony Stark : Hello, Scott. You’re supposed to be in Moscow.
 *  Scott Lang : I took a detour.[he places a vial containing a red serum on the table] Through your defense lab.
 *  Jessica Jones : Tell me that isn’t what I think it is.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : It depends, if you think it’s a poor attempt to replicate my work. Even for this group, that takes nerve.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Loki : You were instructed to go to Russia. May I remind you, Mr. Lang, that you’re a soldier…
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : I’m a Superhero
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Tony Stark : Then act like one. The Pym Particle is the most revolutionary science ever developed, help us put it to good use.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : First you turn me into your dumb boy, and now you try to steal my research?.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Loki : If only you’d protected Hope with such ferocity, Mr. Lang.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Ah. [suddenly Scott slams down Loki’s face on the table in anger, Jessica pulls him away]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Jessica Jones : Easy, Scott!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : You mention my wife again and I’ll show you ferocity. [Carson looks at Stark as he wipes blood from his nose]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Tony Stark : Don’t look at me, you said it.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : I formally tender my resignation.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Tony Stark : We don’t accept it. Formally. Scott, we need you. The Pym Particle is a miracle. Please, don’t let your past determine the future.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : As long as I am alive,i’m Keeping the future. [Scott turns and leaves]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Loki : We shouldn’t let him leave the building.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Jessica Jones : You’ve already lied to him, now you want to go to war with him?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Loki : Yes! Our scientists haven’t come close to replicating his work.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Tony Stark: He just kicked your ass full size. You really want to find out what it’s like when you can’t see him coming? I’ve known Hank Pym for a long time, he’s no security risk. Unless we make him one.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pop’s Brother : You like that? You like that? Come get you some then! [the other prisoners are gathered around them cheering them along]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky tries to hit Pop’s Brother in the stomach but he doesn’t flinch]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : You didn’t even move.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pop’s Brother : Nah.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I mean, what if I come in on the left side, right? Just out here and see this here… [suddenly Spooky punches Pop’s Brother in the face]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pop’s Brother : I’m gonna miss you, Spooky!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I’m gonna miss you too, Pop’s Brother. [they shake hands] Damn, you guys got the weirdest goodbye rituals. [Spooky says goodbye to the other inmates]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : Jacob! What’s up, man! Damn!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Hey! Hey, man.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [they embrace each other]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : Hey, what’s up with your eye?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh, well, what do you think. Peachy. His going away present.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : Oh, yeah, I still got my scar from a year ago.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh yeah.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : Yeah. Yeah, yeah. You know what? I’m still the only one to knock him out.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Well, I definitely didn’t.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;text-align:center;"> [as Sonic Fan drives him home] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [we see Spooky working at Baskin Robbins] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Scott enters Bruce’s office] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [after getting fired from Baskin Robbins Spooky returns to the Nickbear’s apartment] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Scott Lang drives up to Pym Technologies] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky shows up at his ex-girlfirend’s daughter’s birthday party] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Michael is in the bathroom taking a leak] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [after sitting outside in the van trying to figure how many days he’s got left to see JK again, Spooky returns to Sonic Fan’s apartment]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Thanks for picking me up, brother.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : Oh, you know, you think I’m gonna miss one of my best friends of all time getting out?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Hey, how’s your girl, man?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : Uh, she left me.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : Yeah, my dad died too. And my mom got deported. But I got the van!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : It’s nice!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : Yeah, right?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Thanks for the hook-up too. I needed a place to stay.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : You wait ’til you see this couch, you’re gonna be really happy. You’re gonna be on your feet in no time, watch.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I hope so.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Yeah. And I gotta introduce you to some people, some really skilled people.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Not interested.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Nickbear : Yeah right!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : No, I’m serious, man. I’m not going back. I got my friend’s daughter to take care of.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : You know that jobs don’t come easy for ex’s, right?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Look man, I got a masters in electrical engineering, alright? I’m gonna be fine.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Welcome to Baskin Robbins. Would you like to try our Mango Fruit Blast?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Ice Cream Store Customer : Uh, no thanks. Um, I will have… I’ll have a burger, please.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh, we don’t… we don’t make that.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Ice Cream Store Customer : Pretzel. Hot pretzel, like, mustard… in mustard dip?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : It’s ice cream. Baskin Robbins.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Ice Cream Store Customer : I’ll just do with whatever’s hot and fresh.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Please Dude.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky’s boss, Bruce Banner interrupts him serving the idiot customer]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : Can I see you in the back, chief? Pronto.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Sure thing, Bruce. Darby, could you just, uh… [points to the customer] …take care of this idiot? Thanks.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Hiya, Dale.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : Come on in. Pull up some chair.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky sits down]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce: Three years in San Quentin, huh?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : You found out.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : Baskin Robbins always finds out.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Look, I’m sorry, alright, but I… no one would hire me.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : Breaking and entering. Grand larceny.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Look, I’m… I’m sorry, I… you know, it was… I don’t do it anymore. I’m just trying…
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : Respect. I couldn’t be happier about it.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Really?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : Yeah, yeah.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh, thank you, thank you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : You really stuck it to those billionaire S.O.Bs. And the more I read about what you did and stuff, I’m like, “Wow, I know this guy? I’m in charge of this guy?” Yeesh!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Well, I’m very happy in this job, and I’m… I really just appreciate the opportunities and…
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : Yeah, yeah. Well, you’re fired of course. I mean, I can’t really keep you on.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Wait, what? Fired?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : Yeah.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Bruce, look, it wasn’t a violent crime, I mean, I’m a good worker.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Bruce : No, it wasn’t a violent crime. It was a cool crime. I’ll tell you what, though, this’d be totally off the books, off the records, but, uh… if you want to grab one of those Mango Fruit Blasts on your way out the door, I’ll just pretend I didn’t see it.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Hey, Jacob, what’s up? I thought you were supposed to be at work?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I was, I got fired.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Damn! They find out who you are?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Yep.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Baskin Robbins always finds out, bro.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Baskin Robbins don’t play.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : You want some McDonald’s Chicken Nuggets?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Yeah, I’ll take a Nugget!.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Oh. That’s Flame. He was Active for seventeen years, he’s a wizard on that laptop.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Nice to meet you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Yeah, nice to meet you too. [to Andrew] And who are you?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : AndrewJohn100. Nice work on the Vista job.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Vista job? Yes. No, no, I have heard of this robbery.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Well, technically, I didn’t rob them. I tried to kill the robbers, i’m a violent Superhero.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : You mean you’re an Ant-Hero?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Yeah.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : They were overcharging the customers, right? And it added up to millions. He blows the whistle and he gets fired. And what does he do? He hacks into the security system, and transfers millions back to the people that they stole it from.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Posts all the bank records online.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : And he drove dude’s Bentley into a swimming pool.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : What are you doin’? Hmm? Why are you telling my life’s story to these guys? What do you want?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Okay. My cousin talked to this guy two weeks ago about this little, perfect job.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : No way.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : No, no, no. Wait! This guy… this guy fits your M.O.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : No! I’m finished man. I’m not going back!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : It’s some retired millionaire living off his golden parachute, It’s a perfect Spooky Machine mark.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I don’t care.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym Tech Gate Guard : Mr. Lang?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Yes. I’m still alive.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [the guard smiles and lets Lang drive through the gate, Lang then enters the building]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym Tech Security Guard : I.D.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : [referring to the massive painting of Pym in his younger days hanging behind the guard] Perhaps that will suffice.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym Tech Security Guard : I’m very sorry, sir. Please come in.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym Tech Employee : Is that Scott Lang?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : Good morning, Scott.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Dr. Hank Pym : Hope. Would it kill you to call me foster dad?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : Well, Dr. Fazbear will be so please that you could find the time to join us today.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : More like, thrilled.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Freddy walks over to Scott and shakes his hand]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : I was surprised to receive any kind of invitation from you, Freddy. What’s the occasion?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Oh, you’ll see. Won’t he, Hope?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Hope gives Scott a cold look]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : We’re ready for you inside.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Hope walks away]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Ouch. [referring to Hope] I guess some old wounds never heal, huh? Don’t worry, she’s in good hands. You’re in for a treat.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Carson comes over to Pym as they are about to enter the lab]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie: Long time no see, Scott. How’s retirement? [they shake hands]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : How’s your face?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Bonnie enters the lab]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : After you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Scott enters the lab]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Now before we start I’d like to introduce a very special guest, this company’s founder and my mentor,Scott Lang. [everyone in the lab claps, at the same time Scott notices the miniature building of Pym Technologies has now got the logo Cross Technologies on it] When I took over this company for Dr. Pym, I immediately started researching a particle that could change the distance between atoms while increasing density and strength. Why this revolutionary idea remained buried beneath the dust and cobwebs of Hank’s research, I couldn’t tell you. But just imagine. A soldier the size of an insect. The ultimate secret weapon. [he shows everyone footage reel of soldiers getting killed but with a tiny costumed figure also every footage] An “Ant-Man”. [pointing to Scott Lang] That’s what they called you. Right, Hank? Silly, I know. Propaganda. Tales to astonish. Trumped up B.S. to scare the U.S.S.R. Hank, will you tell our guests what you told me every single time I asked you, was the Ant-Man real?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Just a tall tale.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Right. Because how could anything so miraculous possibly be real? [Cross leads everyone into another room] Well I was inspired by the legend of the Ant-Man. And with my breakthrough, shrinking inorganic material, I thought, could it be possible to shrink a person? Could that be done? Well, it’s not a legend anymore. Distinguished guests, I am proud to present the end of warfare as we know it: the Yellowjacket. [he shows them a yellow insect sized suit] The Yellowjacket is an all-purpose weapon of war capable of altering the size of the wearer for the ultimate combat advantage. [he puts on a video]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Video Voice Over : We live in an era in which the weapons we use to protect ourselves are undermined by constant surveillance. It’s time to return to a simpler age. One where the powers of freedom can once again operate openly to protect their interests. An all-purpose peace-keeping vessel. The DESTROYER can manage any conflict on the Geo-political landscape, completely unseen. Efficient in both preventative measures and tactical assault. Practical applications include: surveillance, industrial sabotage, and the elimination of obstructions on the road to peace. A single Yellowjacket offers the user unlimited influence to carry out protective actions and one day soon, an army of Yellowjackets will create a sustainable environment of well-being around the world. The DESTROYER.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : So it’s a suit.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Bonnie!!!. It’s not a suit, it’s a… it’s a vessel. What’s a matter, you’re not impressed?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : Oh, I’m impressed. I’m also concerned. Imagine what our enemies could do with this tech.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : We should have a longer conversation about that, Frank. I really value your opinion. Thank you for coming. Hope?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : Thank you very much, everybody. I will escort you out now. Thank you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : You seem a bit shocked.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [as everyone leaves the room Scott walks over to Freddy]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Freddy, there’s a reason that I buried these secrets.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : So you finally admit it. We could’ve done this together, Hank. But you ruined that. That’s why you’re the past and I’m the future.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Don’t do this.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : Freddy. [Freddy  goes over to Bonnie] You sell to me first, twenty percent of your asking price, I can have the cash here in two weeks.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Deal.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : [after everyone leaves Cross’ presentation Hope goes over to Pym] We have to make our move, Hank.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : How close is he?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : He still can’t shrink a live subject. Just give me the suit and let me finish this once and for all.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : No.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : I have Cross’ complete trust.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : It’s too dangerous.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : We don’t have a choice.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Well, that’s not entirely true.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : I think I found a guy.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Who?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : Daddy!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [she rushes towards Spooky, he catches JK in his arms and embraces her]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Peanut Butter! Oh! Happy birthday! I’m so sorry I’m late, I didn’t know what time your party started.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : It was on the invitation!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky’s ex-girlfriend’s fiancé Pym interrupts them]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : He didn’t get an invitation! But he came anyway.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Well, I’m not going to miss my little girl’s birthday party.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : I’m gonna go tell mommy you’re here.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh, you don’t…
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [  JK  turns and runs off]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : What are you doing here, Lang? You haven’t paid a dime in child support. You know, right now if I wanted to, I could arrest you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : It’s good to see you too, Pym.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [JK comes back]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : Mommy’s so happy you’re here, she choked on her drink.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Hey, look what I have for you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [he hands her the small bag he’d brought]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : Can I open it now?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : Of course sweetheart, it’s your birthday.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [she takes out an ugly looking rabbit which talks]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hideous Rabbit : You’re my bestest friend!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : [referring to the toy rabbit] What is that thing?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : He’s so ugly! I love him! Can I go show my friends?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : Yeah, of course sweetheart, go ahead.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [JK runs off with the ugly rabbit to show her friends]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hideous Rabbit : You’re my bestest friend!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Look, the child support is coming. Alright? It’s just hard finding a job when you have a record.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : I’m sure you’ll figure it out, but for now I want you out of my house.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : No, wait, it’s my daughter’s birthday!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : I’m Not Mad, But It’s my house!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: So what, it’s my kid!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [JJ walks over to them]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : Jacob! You can’t just show up here, you know that. Come on.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : It’s her birthday party.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : I Know, I’m Not Mad, but you can’t just show up.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : She’s my daughter.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : You don’t know the first thing about being a father.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Maggie, I tell you this as a friend, and as the first love of my life, your fiancé is a crap-hat.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : He’s not a crap-hat.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : Hey, watch your language. Okay?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh, what language. I said crap-hat.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [JJ takes Spooky out of the house]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: Really, JJ? That guy?  you could marry anyone you want, you have to get engaged to a cop?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : At least he’s not a crap-hat.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I’m trying, okay? I’ve changed, and I’m straight, I had a job, and… I want to provide. I had a lot of time to think about it, and I love her. So much. I’ve missed so much time and I want to be a part of her life. What do I do?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : Get an apartment. Get a job, pay child support. And then we will talk about visitation, I promise. You’re her hero, Jacob. Just, be the person that she already thinks you are.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky gets into Spooky’s van, JJ waves goodbye to him as he drives off honking the musical horn]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : I’m sorry you have such deep concerns about the Yellowjacket, Frank.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Michael turns back in surprise to find Freddy standing there watching him]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Michael : Yeah, well, uh, unfortunately we can’t just do whatever we want. Would be nice though, right?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [he chuckles as he washes his hands]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Michael: But there are laws.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : What laws? Of man? The laws of nature transcend the laws of man, and I’ve transcended the laws of nature.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Michael : HELP! HELP! HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPP!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [suddenly Freddy uses a small device on Michael which vaporizes him into a blob of goo]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Hm. We still haven’t worked out all the bugs.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Freddy uses a tissue to wipe the goo off the sink and dumps it into one of the toilets]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy: Goodbye, Michael.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> [he flushes the toilet and washes his hands]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Hey, what’s up, Jacob?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky doesn’t reply]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Maybe he didn’t hear you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : How was the party?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky goes to the fridge, takes out a beer bottle and takes a swig from it]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Tell me about that tip.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : What?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I want to know about that tip.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Ooh, baby, it’s on!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Hot dog!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : It’s so on right now!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Look who grew a pair!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Calm down, alright? I just need to know where it came from, it’s gotta be airtight.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Okay. I was at a wine tasting with my cousin Ernesto, which was mainly reds, and you know I don’t love reds man, you know? But there was a rosé that saved the day, it was delightful. And he tells me about this girl Emily that we used to kick it with, it was actually the first pair that I ever touched.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : It’s the wrong details. It’s wrong… It has nothing to do with the story. Go!

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [we see the group getting prepared and gathering the right gear for the robbery] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [back at Pym Technologies Cross is about to perform the shrinking experiments with a lamb] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [back at Sonic Fan’s apartment in the bathroom, Spooky looks at the suit he took from the safe] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky packs the suit up and sneaks it back into house and returns it into the safe, but the police are waiting for him as he goes to leave] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Pym visits Spooky as he’s sat in his cell] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [flashback to Scott giving money to his housekeeper, Emily, so that she can tip Sonic Fan’s friends to tip off about the job] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [as Spooky is sat in his cell thinking several ants bring Spooky the suit in its tiny form then enlarge it so that Spooky can wear it, he quickly slip into it, zaps himself small to escape] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [inside the police station] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky wakes up in a bedroom and jumps up in shock when he sees Hope watching over him] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Hope trains Spooky] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [back to Scott trying to get some ants to put the sugar cubes into the teacup] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [as Hope is about to leave in her car Spooky gets in] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [we see Spooky in his shrunken form on the side of a plane] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [back in Scott’s lab] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [8 hours later….. back to Scott’s house] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [later that night Spooky uses the Ant-Man suit to go and visit his daughter in her room as she sleeps] [outside Pym Technologies] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [on the night of the charity event, Luis makes it in employed as a security guard, outside Andrew and Flame are in their van with Spooky in the back dressed in his suit] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [inside the building Sonic Fan starts whistling] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Scott shrinks himself into the small building model of Cross of Tech to get away from the guards shooting at him, then Sonic Fan comes to the rescue and knocks out the guards] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [outside] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Cross is in his helicopter] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Cross hits Spooky and he falls out of the helicopter window back into his normal size] [Spooky manages to get back into the helicopter but finds Bonnie wearing the Golden Freddy iron Man like suit, they both shrink start fighting and fall into a briefcase which falls out of the helicopter] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [[Briefcase falls into a family’s pool, Spooky and Goldie blast out in a splash as they return to normal size] <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Paxton and Gale show up]  <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [as Paxton and Gale are driving Scott back to the police station Spooky wakes up] Paxton, turn around, take me back.  <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Goldie is standing in JK’s Car looking menacing]  <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [Cross starts walking towards Cassie]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : So, uh, he tells me that she’s working as a housekeeper now, right? And she’s dating this dude Carlos who’s a shot caller from across the bay and she tells him about the dude that she’s cleaning for. Right? That he’s, like, this big-shot CEO that is all retired now but he’s loaded. And so, Carlos and Ernesto are on the same softball team and they get to talking, right? And here comes the good part. Carlos says: “Yo, man. This guy’s got a big-ass safe just sitting in the basement, just chillin’.” Of course Ernesto comes to me cause he knows I’ve got mad thieving skills. Of course I ask him: “Did Emily tell Carlos to tell you to get to me what kind of safe it was? And he says: “Nah, dog. All she said is that it’s, like, super legit, and whatever’s in it has gotta be good!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : What?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Old man have safe.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : And he’s gone for a week.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Alright. There’s an old man, he’s got a safe, and he’s gone for a week. Let’s just work with that.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Y’know what I’m sayin’?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Landlines cut, cell signals jammed. No one will be making for distress call tonight.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : All check.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Check.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Check.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : If the job goes bad, you know I got your back, right?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Don’t worry, it’s not gonna happen. [Spooky leaves the van]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : I love it when he gets cocky. [as they guys stay in the van they watch Scott hop the fence into the house]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : [through his earpiece] Alarm is dead.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Nice!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Alright, I’m moving through the house.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [inside the house Spooky finds a door with a thumbprint scanner]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : There’s a fingerprint lock on the door.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : It’s got a what? Ernesto didn’t tell me nothin’ about that. Aw, man, are we screwed?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Not necessarily.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky quickly uses several household items to get a fingerprint from a door knob and uses that to successfully pass the thumbprint scanner]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: I’m in.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame: No alarms have been triggered. He’s in like the Flynn.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky opens the door and immediately sees the safe made of strong metal]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh, man.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : What is it?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Well they weren’t kidding, this safe is serious.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : How serious we talkin’, Jacob?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : It’s a Carbondale. It’s from 1987, made from the same steel as the Animatronics.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Wow. Can you crack it?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Well, here’s the thing. It doesn’t do so well in the cold. Remember what that iceberg did?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Yeah, man, it killed DiCaprio.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : It killed everybody.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : But not the old lady. She still threw the jewel into the oceans.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky gets to work to try and open the safe]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : What are you doing?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I poured water in the locking mechanism and froze it with nitrogen. Ice expands, metal doesn’t.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : What are you doing now?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Waiting. Waiting.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [the safe door breaks open]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky: Nice.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky looks inside the safe]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : What is it, cash? Jewels?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Well there’s nothing here.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : What’d you say?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky notices some blueprints and a recolored iron man suit - Scott Made for him]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : It’s a suit.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : What?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : It’s an old suit, i saw in that film.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : There’s no cash, no jewelry, nothing?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : No. It’s a bust.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : I’m really sorry,Jacob. I know you needed a score.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> [we see an ant with a camera on its back nearby recording Spooky taking the suit, inside his lab Scott is watching Spooky]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : I thought we were using mice?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : What’s the difference? Commence experiment 34C, organic atomic reduction.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : Freddy, maybe we should think…
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Shrinking organic tissue is the centerpiece of this technology. I can’t go to the buyers with half a breakthrough.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Freddy initiates the experiment and the lamb is vaporized to goo to Hope’s shock]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy: Experiment 34C results: Negative. [to the lab tech] Sanitize the workstation, bring in subject 35C.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Why would you lock this up?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [he takes out the suit and looks at the helmet]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: So weird.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [he tries the suit on and steps into the bathtub to get a better look at himself in the mirror]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Jacob, what’s up man?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky closes the shower curtain then looks at the buttons on the gloves]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: I wonder… what is this?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [he presses the buttons and shrinks down to a tiny size]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [in his tiny form Scott stand and looks around him in shock, Spooky then hears Scott’s voice speaking through the mask]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : The world sure seems different from down here, doesn’t it, Scott?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : What? Who… who said that?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky sees Sonic Fan open the shower curtains to take a shower]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: Sonic Fan! Sonic Fan, down here!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : It’s a trial by fire, Spooky. Or in this case, water.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Sonic Fan turns on the water, after getting splashed around Spooky falls out of the bathtub and onto the floor]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang: Guess you’re tougher than you thought.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky hears Sonic Fan about to get undressed]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh, I don’t want to see this.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [as Sonic Fan drops his jacket onto the floor it knocks Spooky
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> through a hole in the apartment below]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: Sonic Fan! Ahh!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky falls into an apartment where a party is going on, he narrowly avoids getting stepped on before falling through the vent into another apartment gets sucked into a hoover, breaks out, encounters a mouse, then runs into a trap and is launched out the window where he returns to his normal size on top of a taxi]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Taxi Driver : What the hell?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Not bad for a test drive. Keep the suit, I’ll be in touch.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : No, no. No, thank you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Cop on Speaker : Put it down on the ground! You are surrounded!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : No, I didn’t steal anything! I was returning something I stole.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky realizes he’s admitted to stealing and reluctantly kneels on the ground as he’s arrested]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : You know, you almost had us convinced that you were going to change your ways. They were really rooting for you. It’s gonna break their hearts.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Detective : You got a visitor.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Who?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Detective : Your lawyer.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : i have a lawyer?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky is taken to a room where Scott is sat waiting for him]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : I told you I’d be in touch, Spooky. I’m starting to think that you prefer the inside of a jail cell.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh, god.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Sit down.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [we see ants crawling over the camera in the room to obscure the conversation]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Sir, I’m sorry I stole the suit. I don’t even want to know why you have it.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : JJ was right about you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : How do you know about… ?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : The way she’s trying to keep you away from Cassie. The moment things get hard, you turn right back to crime. The way I see it, you have a choice. You can either spend the rest of your life in prison or go back to your cell and await further instructions.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I don’t understand.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : No, I don’t expect you to. But you don’t have many options right now. Quite frankly, neither do I. Why do you think I let you steal that suit in the first place?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : What?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Second chances don’t come around all that much. So next time you think you might see one I suggest you take a real close look at it.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Scott rises and leaves the room]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : [referring to the ugly rabbit toy Scott gave her as Maggie is putting Cassie to sleep] Are you sure you don’t want a different toy?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : Are you sure you don’t want a different toy?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : No, I love this one.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : Okay. Well, get some sleep then. I love you. [JJ kisses JK on her head]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : Mommy?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : Hm?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : Is daddy a bad man? I heard some grownups say he’s bad.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : No. Daddy just gets confused sometimes, you know?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Smart choice. You actually listened for once.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky runs out of the cell]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang: Under the door.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [as the prison alarm goes off Spooky runs out of the building]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Okay. Where to now?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Hang tight.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [some ants approach Spooky]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : What? What?!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : Where the hell did he go?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Detective : I have no idea, he just vanished. [into his radio] Set up a five block perimeter, now!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [back to Spooky; to the ants]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Get back, get back, get back!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Scott, these are my associates.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Huh? You got a camera on an ant? Yeah, sure, why not? Where’s the car?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : No car, we’ve got wings. Incoming!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [a large winged ant flies over Spooky and lands in front of him]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang: Put your foot on the central node and not the thorax.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Are you ki… ? How safe’s this… ?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Get on the damn ant, Spooky!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky gets on the ant and as it flies off the police go on a manhunt for him]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [the winged ant has landed on a police car that’s looking for Spooky]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Why am I on a police car? Shouldn’t I not be on a police car?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : So they can give you a lift past their five block perimeter.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Whoa. Alright. Now, what’s the next move?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Hang on tight.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh, this is easy. I’m getting the hang of this. Yank up to gitty up. It’s like a horse.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : You’re throwing 2-47 off balance.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Wait, his name is 2-47?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : He doesn’t have a name, he has a number Scott. Do you have any idea how many ants there are?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [as the police car swerves]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Whoa!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Maybe it’s 2-48.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [as the ant flies up]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : No, no, no, no! Vertigo, vertigo!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : No, I think it’s 2-47.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : uh oh.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Hang on.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I think I’m getting the hang of this.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [as ant flies Spooky around the city]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : I’m controlling 2-47. He is not listening to you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : What? Can I make one little request?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Nope.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Stop 2-47. Time out, time out. Time out. Alright, hold on. Just, wait. Whoa, uh! What happens if I throw up in this helmet?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : i made that helmet, don’t you even think about throwing up.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Just set her down, alright? I’m getting light headed.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Hang on, Spooky.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Yeah, I’m getting a snooze button hit me, in 5 minutes….
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> [as the ant continues to fly Spooky passes out and falls off the ant’s back]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Hello. Who are you? Have you been standing there watching me sleep this whole time?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : Yes.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Why?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : Because the last time you were here you stole something.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Oh. Oh! Hey, look.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spooky goes to get out of bed but recoils when he sees insects crawling all over the floor]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: Whoa!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter: Paraponera clavata. Giant tropical bullet ants. Ranked highest on the Schmidt pain index. They’re here to keep an eye on you when I can’t. Mr. Lang’s waiting for you downstairs.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [she turns and walks out of the room]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Who? [calling out to Hope] Hey, um, whose pajamas are these? [gets no response] How am I supposed to do this?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [Spoky puts his foot down tentatively onto the floor and the ants make space for his foot]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: Right, just one step at a time.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [he slowly stops towards the door as the ants make room for his feet]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine: Ugh. You don’t bite me, I don’t step on you, deal?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> [in the dining hall]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : Take down the servers and Freddy wouldn’t even know it. We don’t need this guy. [Spooky enters the dining room where Scott and Hope are sat]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : I assume that you’ve already met my foster-daughter Hope.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : I did. She’s great.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : She doesn’t think that we need you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : We don’t. We can do this ourselves.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : I go to all this effort to let you steal my suit, and then Hope has you arrested.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : Okay, we can try this and when he fails I’ll do it myself.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : She’s a little bit anxious. It has to do with this job, which, judging by the fact that you’re sitting opposite me, I take it that you’re interested in.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : What job?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Would you like some root beer?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : sure. [Scott pours Spooky some root beer]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : I was very impressed with how you managed to get past my security system. Freezing that metal was particularly clever.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Were you watching me?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Spooky, I’ve been watching you for 8 years, ever since you robbed Vista Corp. Oh, excuse me, protected Vista Corp. [Spooky see Hope smile to herself] Vista’s security system is one of the most advanced in the business. It’s supposed to be unbeatable but you beat it. Would you like some potato chips?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Yeah, thanks. [he sees two ants pushing a small bag of potato chips on the table towards him] You know what, I’m okay. [referring to the ants] How do you make them do that?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : Ants can lift objects fifty times their weight. They build, farm, they cooperate with each other.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Right. But how do you make them do that? [he sees the ants returning the potato chips into their bowl]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : I use electromagnetic waves to stimulate their olfactory nerve center. I speak to them. I can go anywhere, hear anything, and see everything.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope Carter : And still know absolutely nothing. I’m late to meet Cross. [Hope gets up and leaves] [Scott raises his hand to ask a question]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky Machine : Uh… Scott Lang?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott Lang : You don’t need to raise your hand, Scott.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Sorry, I just have one question. Who are you? Who is she? What the hell’s going on and can I go back to jail now?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Come with me. [Scott takes Spooky to his lab] 8 years ago I was given a suit.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Huh?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : I learned how to change the distance between atoms, that’s what powers the suit, that’s why it works. [they enter Scott’s lab]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Whoa.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : But it was dangerous. It was too dangerous. So I hid it from the world. And that’s when I switched gears and I started my own company.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Pym Tech.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Yes. I remade pym’s company, and i took on a young protégé called Darren Cross.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Darren Cross. He used to be a big deal.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : But before Freddy was now a big deal he was my assistant. I thought I saw something in him, a son I never had perhaps. He was brilliant, but as we became close he began to suspect that I wasn’t telling him everything. He heard rumors about what was called the Pym Particles, and he became obsessed with recreating my formula. But I wouldn’t help him so he conspired against me and he voted me out of my own company.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : How could he do that?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : The board’s chairman is my daughter, Hope. She was the deciding vote. But she came back to me when she saw how close Cross was to cracking my formula. The process is highly volatile. What isn’t protected by a specialized helmet can affect the brain’s chemistry. I don’t think Darren realizes this, and you know, he’s not the most stable guy to begin with.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : So, what do you want from me?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Scott, I believe that everyone deserves a shot at redemption. Do you?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : I do.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : If you can help me, I promise I can help you be with your daughter again. Now are you ready to redeem yourself?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : This isn’t the first time these guys have tried to get their hands on game changing weaponry. That’s Mitchell Carson, ex-head of defense at SHIELD, presently in the business of toppling governments. He always wanted my tech, and now, unless we break in and steal the Yellowjacket and destroy all the data, Darren Cross is gonna unleash chaos upon the world.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : I think our first move should be calling the Avengers.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : I’ve spent half my life trying to keep this technology out of the hands of a Stark. I’m sure as hell not gonna hand-deliver it to one now. This is not some cute technology like the Iron Man suit. This could change the texture of reality. Besides they’re probably too busy dropping cities out of the sky.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Okay, then why don’t you just send the ants?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Spooky, they are ants. Ants, they can do a lot of things, but they still need a leader. Somebody that can infiltrate a place that’s designed to prevent infiltration.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Hank, I’m an anti-hero. Alright? I’m a good anti-hero. But this is insane. [just then Hope enters the lab]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : He’s right and you know it. You’ve seen the footage, you know what freddy is capable of. I was against using him when we had months, now we have days. I’m wearing the suit.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Absolutely not!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : I know the facility inside and out, I know how FreddyCross thinks. I know this mission better than anybody here.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : We need you close to Cross otherwise this mission cannot work.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : We don’t have time to screw around.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Hope, please. Listen to me, please…
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : He is an anti-hero!.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : SHUT UP! [Pym turns and sits down, Hope walks off in disappointment]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : She’s right, Scott. I’m not your guy. Why don’t you wear the suit?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : You think I don’t want to? I can’t. I spent years wearing it. It took a toll on me. You’re our only option. Before Hope lost her mother, she used to look at me like I was the greatest man in the world. And now she looks at me and it’s just disappointment. It’s too late for me, but not for you. This is your chance. The chance to earn that look in your daughter’s eyes, to become the hero that she already thinks you are. It’s not about saving our world, it’s about saving theirs.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Damn, that was a good speech.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Spooky, I need you to be the Ant-Man.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : When you’re small energy is compressed so you have the force of a two hundred pound man behind a fist a hundredth of an inch wide, you’re like a bullet. You punch too hard, you kill someone, too soft, it’s a love-tap. In other words you have to know how to punch.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : I was in super max for three years, I know how to punch.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Show me. [she puts up her hands and Scott hits her hand] Terrible.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : You want to show me how to punch? [he puts up his hand like hers] Show me… [suddenly Hope punches him in the hand knocking him back]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : That’s how you punch.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : She’s been looking forward to this.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : No kiddin’.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Hope trained in martial arts at a, uh, difficult time.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Oh, by difficult time, he means when my mother died.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : We lost her in a mission.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : It’s bad enough you just told me how she died. We’re working here. [as Scott is still recovering from her punch] Alright Asgard, let’s get back to work. Next Up.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : You can do it Spooky, come on. [one of the ants flies off and Spooky takes off his earpiece in frustration]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : They’re not listening to me.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : You have to commit, you have to mean it. No shortcuts, no lies.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Throwing insults into the mix will not do anyone any good, Hope.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : We don’t have time for coddling.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Our focus should be on helping Spooky!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Really? Is that where our focus should be? [Hope picks up the earpiece and uses it to instruct the ants to put the sugar cube into the teacup, then she gets a herd of ants to appear]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : U Serious Bro?! [looking upset Hope walks over to Scott]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : I don’t know why I came to you in the first place. [Hope leaves]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : We can’t do this without her.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Oh God.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : You Need to Calm Down. I mean, really. There’s some weird folks in this neighborhood.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : It’s Just That Do you have any idea what he’s asking you to risk? You have an adopted daughter.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : I’m doing this for her.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : You know when my mother died I didn’t see him for two weeks?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : He was in grief.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Yeah, so was I, and I was seven. And he never came back, not in any way that counted. He just sent me off to boarding school. You know, I thought, with all that’s at stake, just maybe we might have a chance at making peace. But even now he still wants to shut me out.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : He doesn’t want to shut you out. He trusts you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Then why are you here?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : It proves that he loves you. Hope. Look at me. I’m expendable, that’s why I’m here. You must’ve realized that by now. I mean, that’s why I’m in the suit and you’re not. He’d rather lose than fight than lose you. Anyway… [Spooky goes to get out of the car]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : You know, I didn’t know you had a… a daughter when I called the cops on you. What’s her name?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : JK.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : It’s a pretty name. You have to clear your mind, Spooky. You have to make your thoughts precise, that’s how it works. Think about JK, about how badly you want to see her, and use that to focus. [she gives Scott the earpiece back to talk to the ants and places a coin on the dashboard] Open your eyes and just think about what you want the ants to do. [couple of ants arrive and Spooky gets them to pick up the coin] That’s good. [they watch as Spooky gets the ants to spin the coin]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : It’s freezing! You couldn’t make a suit with a flannel lining?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : We must retrieve this prototype of a signal decoy, it’s a device that I invented from my SHIELD days.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : We need it to counteract the transmission blockers that Cross installed in the Futures vault.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : It’s currently collecting dust in one of Howard Stark’s old storage facilities in upstate New York. Should be a piece of cake.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : That was completely irresponsible and dangerous! You jeopardized everything! [Spooky takes Scott’s signal decoy out of his pocket and places it on the table]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : You got it. [Spooky nods his head]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Well done.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Wait a minute. Did you just compliment me? He did, didn’t he?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Kind of sounded like he did.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : I was good, wasn’t I?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Hey, how about the fact that I fought an Avenger, and didn’t die?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Now let’s not dwell on the past. We gotta finish our planning. [he turns and leaves with the signal decoy]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Don’t mind him. You did good. [Scott enters his living room to find Freddy standing there]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Freddy. How the hell did you get in here? [Pym closes the door]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : You left the front door open, Scott. It’s official. You’re old. [Hope and Spooky hear them from the kitchen]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : The plans! He will kill him. [back with Cross and Spooky]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Pym Tech, the company you rebooted, is about to become one of the most profitable operations in the world. We’re anticipating fifteen billion in sales tomorrow alone. [Scott says nothing, at the same time Spooky gets some ants to roll up their plans on the nearby table] You’re welcome. I know this is odd, but I’d like you to be there. This is my moment, I want you to see it.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Sure, Freddy. Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : What did you see in me?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : I don’t know what you mean.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : All those years ago, you picked me. What did you see?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : I saw myself.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Then why did you push me away?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Because I saw too much of myself. [Freddy turns and leaves] [after Freddy leaves]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : He knows, he’s baiting you! We have to call it off.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : We’re all taking risks.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : What if he saw me here?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : He didn’t. There’s no way.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : How do you know that? [just then Hope gets a call from Freddy] Freddy, hi.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Hope, where are you right now?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : I’m at home, why?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : I just saw Scott. I still get nothing but contempt from him.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Don’t let him rile you up, he’s just… he’s just a senile old man.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : We need to start everyone working around the clock, get the assembly line up and running. And I’m tripling security. Full sensors at all entrances, and exterior air vents fitted with steel micro mesh.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Great. Good idea.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Thank you, Hope. I’m so lucky to have you on my team.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : He’s tripling security, he’s lost his mind, and he’s on to you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : But he is not on to you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : He’s adding full body scanners to all entrances and closing exterior vents. How are we gonna get Spooky inside?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : The water main. You can’t add security to a water main. The pressure is too strong, but if we can decrease it, that’s how I get in.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Somebody would have to reach the building’s control center to change the water pressure. I mean, Hank and I will be beside Freddy, how are we supposed to do that?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : So we expand our team. What do we need? A fake security guard on the inside to depressurize the water system, somebody else to hack into the power supply and kill the laser grid, and a getaway guy.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Alright, just so we’re clear, everyone here knows their role, right? Andrew?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> AndrewJohn100 : Wheels on the ground.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Flame?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Eyes in the sky.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Sonic Fan?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Aw, man, You know what, I get to wear a uniform, that’s what’s up.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Sonic Fan.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : I’m sorry, I mean, I’m good, I’m good. I’m just excited, and plus you’re girlfriend’s really hot, so you know that makes me nervous too. [to Hope] And you are a very beautiful man.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : i’m only 56.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : She’s not my…
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Hey, you know what? I was thinking of a tactic, like when I go undercover, like a whistling, you know I’m saying? To like, blend in.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : No, don’t whistle. No whistling. It’s not Family Guy. No whistling.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : We’re set.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Wish me luck. [Scott gets out, shrinks himself as he goes through the water main]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Utility is online.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Alpha Guard : Hey. What are you doing?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Uh, boss-man said to secure the area. So, I’m securing.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Alpha Guard : I’m the boss.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Oh.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Alpha Guard : [into his radio] Utilities work room three… [Sonic Fan suddenly punches him, knocking him out unconscious and then lowers the water level]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Water level is dropping.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : I’m employing the bullet ants. Hapanera-clamda-mana-merna. I don’t remember what it’s called but I feel bad for this guy. [using the ants Scott takes down one of the security guards with Luis also punching him]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : See, that’s what I’m talkin’ bout. That’s what I call it, an unfortunate casualty, in a very serious operation, you know? [Hope then comes along and enters the room and places the signal decoy]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Signal decoy in place. Mean pretty lady did good, Scott.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Looks like Pym’s getting arrested.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Scott, we have problem.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Problem? What’s the problem? [just then Dave gets out of the can]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Dave! Dave, that’s not part of plan!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : [as Paxton and Gale are trying to arrest Pym] Listen to me, if I don’t get into this building people will die.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Gale : That’s awfully dramatic.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Arriving at second position. Alright, top speed, Antony! Let’s go. [Scott and Antony fly towards where the Yellowjacket suit is being kept] Proceeding to command position. [Scott jumps off Antony] I’ll be right back, Antony. Alright, guys, I’m in position. I’m going to signal the ants. [Paxton and Gale find their car dumped can crashed into a tree]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : No, no, no, no! [Dave gets back into the van with Kurt]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Did you see that? [he honks the musical horn which Paxton recognizes from Scott using it earlier]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Assume formation. Alright you cute little crazies, let’s fry these servers. [the ants fry the servers and Scott jumps back onto Antony] Let’s go get ’em, buddy!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Servers are fried. Data backup completely erased.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Headed to the particle chamber
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : Hello, Freddy. My associates agree to your terms [Bonnie Pulls Out a Gun].
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : Bonnie, Don’t Do It. [suddenly Bonnie Shoots Freddy].
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Well you figured wrong.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : I know this van. [he bangs on the van door] Anybody home?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : [to each other inside the van] Shh.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Shh.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Shh!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Shh!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Alright, guys, I’m here. Setting the charges. [Scott set the explosives; to the ants] Great job, guys. I’ll take it from here. [Antony sets Scott down] Good boy, Antony. Final position. [to Kurt and Dave] Guys, how we lookin’ on that laser grid?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Almost!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : No, you’re not.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : I’m getting close!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : No, you’re not. [Paxton keeps banging on Luis’s van door]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : San Francisco PD! Man in the van! I know you’re in there! [inside the van as they wait for the laser grid to be disabled]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew: Make it go faster.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : Dude, seriously!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Ready to jump. Do you read, Kurt?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : It’s so close.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : [suddenly the van door opens, Paxton and Gale point their guns at Kurt and Dave] Freeze!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Okay, wait a second, wait a second! there was a white guy that looked exactly like me who put me in this gay van.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : Get out.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Take it easy!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Flame : [Pym pulls Flame out of the van at the same time the laser grid is disabled; to Spooky] Go! Go now! [Scott jumps to get to the Yellowjacket] Wait!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : What? What do you mean wait? [Kurt manages to struggle free from Paxton’s hold to press a button on his computer to fully disable the lasers and just as Scott goes to grab the suit it’s pulled away] What? What? [Cross sees Scott and taps on the glass]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : Hi, little guy. [to Spooky] I always suspected you had a suit stored away somewhere, which begs the question, who is the new Ant-Man? Who is the man that my beloved mentor trusted even more than me? [pauses a moment] SpookyMachine734!. The martyr, who took on the system and paid the price, losing his family and his only daughter in the process. Exactly your kind of guy, Hank. He escapes his jail cell without leaving any clue as to how, and then, he disappears magically, despite having no money to his name, and now he brings me the Ant-Man suit, the only thing that can rival my creation.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : Bonnie, don’t do this. If you sell to these men, it’s going to be chaos.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : I already have, and for twice the price, thanks to you. It’s not easy to successfully infiltrate an Avengers facility. Thankfully, word travels fast. Oh, I’ll sell them the Yellowjacket, but I’m keeping the particle to myself. They don’t run on diesel. If you want the fuel you’ll have to come to me. What do you call the only man who can arm the most powerful weapon in the world?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : The most powerful man in the world.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : You proud of me yet?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Scott : You can stop this, Bonnie. It’s not too late.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : It’s been too late for a long time now. [one of the men in the chamber points their gun at Pym]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Bonnie, what are you doing?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : He wasn’t any more capable of caring for you than he was for me.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : This is not who you are, it’s the particles altering your brain chemistry.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Freddy : [to the guy pointing a gun at Pym] Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. You’re right, I have to be the one to do it. [he points a gun at Pym’s head, at the same time Hope takes out her weapon and points it at Cross]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Loki (Cameo) : Here we go.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Drop your gun.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : You know Freddy came to the house 2 hours ago to kill him, but you were there.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : You’re sick and I can help you just put the gun down.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : I wasn’t ready to kill you then, but I think I am now!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Drop your gun, now!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : You picked the wrong side, Hope. [just then Spooky breaks out using the disc Pym gave him that turn things large, he starts fighting off the men in the chamber and Scott is shot in the chaos]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Foster Dad! [grabbing hold of the wounded Scott]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Scott. No, no. Scott. Scott. Listen, you’re gonna be okay. Alright? You’re gonna be just fine. [Bonnie comes up behind Scott and points his gun at the back of Spooky’s head]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : Take the suit off or else I’ll blow your brains out and peel it off! [Scott instructs the ants to disable Freddy’s gun and bite him, so he takes off and the same time Loki takes off with vial of Bonnie’s particles]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : [ sets off the alarm to the building; into his radio] We got a 10-33 at Pym Tech, request immediate backup.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : [Paxton and Gale head off; to Kurt] Go, go, go! [Dave and Kurt get into the van and drive off]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : [inside the vault] Dad, can you move?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Andrew : Yes.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : We need to get him out of here.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : Go get that suit. [Spooky takes off and tries to get away from the two guards shooting at him]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Hey,Jacob . Hey, did I save your life? [Spooky makes himself large again]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Thank you, Luis.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Hey, are we the good guys?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Yeah.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : Feels kind of weird, you know?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Yeah, but we’re not done yet. Get out of here before this place blows. [Scott shrinks himself and takes off]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : [as Luis tries to leave the building he remembers the guard he knocked out earlier] Oh, dammit! That guy. [he opens the door and rushes to the guard who is tied up] Hey! We’re getting out of here! [back inside the vault Hope helps Pym sit up]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : The charges are set. We’ve got to find a way out of here and fast.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Don’t worry. I’m not gonna die, and neither are you. [he holds up a keychain that looks like a tank] It’s not a keychain.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : [into his radio] All the chaos in here! Multiple shots fired. [suddenly a tank bursts out through the building] And there’s a tank. [Luis then walks out of the building with the guard]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : A little help. [someone takes hold of the guard, at the same time Hope helps Pym out of the tank] I got him. [Luis helps Pym]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Hope : We need a doctor! [a medic comes over to help Pym]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : Let’s go! [just as they are about to leave Cross sees a swarm of flung ants heading towards him with Scott on Antony, Cross takes out a gun and starts shooting and one of the bullets hits Antony]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Antony! [Scott falls onto another ant]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : Go! [the helicopter door is closed]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : You’re gonna regret that. [Cross’ helicopter takes off] [Paxton sees Luis as he gets into his van]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : Wait a minute! Get out of that van!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : What?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : Get out of that van!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Sonic Fan : It’s too loud there’s a tank, I can’t hear you! [he closes the van door and Dave drives off]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pym : Hey! Hey! [Scott makes it into Cross’ helicopter and Cross starts shooting at him]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : Did you think you could stop the future with a heist?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : It was never just a heist! [Spooky sets off charges set around Pym Technologies and Bonnie watches in shock as the whole building is destroyed] Put the gun down!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Golden Freddy : I’m gonna disintegrate you! [inside the briefcase they accidentally hit the cell phone]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Cell Phone : Playing “Disintegration” by The Cure. [“Disintegration” by The Cure starts playing as Spooky and Goldie continue to fight]]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Pool BBQ Dad : Call 911! [Spooky and Goldie continue to fight shrinking and growing until Spooky swats Goldie into a bug zapper]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : It’s okay. [the family runs off in fear]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Gale : Police! Put your hands up!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : Get ’em up! [Spooky pulls up his helmet] Spooky?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Paxton, you have to listen to me- [as Scott goes to walk towards Paxton they taser him and falls down unconscious]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : I’m taking you back, to prison.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : There’s something in that backyard that needs to be destroyed. In the bug zapper, it…
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : [Paxton suddenly stops the car and turns to Scott] You need to desist right now! Your delusions are out of hand!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Police Radio : All units we have a 236 in progress at 840 Winter Street.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : It’s JK! [Paxton takes off towards the Walmart parking lot]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Goldie : Don’t be scared. [Paxton pulls up outside his house]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : JJ, what’s going on?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : He’s got JK!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : Who’s got JK?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:8pt;text-align:center;"> JJ : That thing, that thing! I don’t know what it… ! [back in Paxton’s car, Spooky manages to put on his helmet, shrinks and takes off]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:6pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK:  Are you a monster?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Goldie : Do I look like a monster?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : I want my daddy!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Goldie : I want your daddy too. [he picks up Cassie and she screams, just then Scott shows up] There you are.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK: Daddy, is that you? [Scott pulls up his helmet]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Hi, Peanut Butter Jad. [to Cross] Why don’t you pick on someone your own size? [he throws a disc at Cross which shrinks him then he shrinks himself, Cross is now on the Thomas The Tank Engine toy in Cassie’s room]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Goldie : Now where did you go, little guy? [he spots Scott running towards him] There you are. [he starts firing lasers from his suit at Scott]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Not just me. [a swarm of ants follow behind Scott] Get him! Go! Go! [Cross fights off the ants as they attack him, then Scott and Cross fight across the Thomas The Tank Engine toy].
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Luis : Okay, now-now-now. Just back it up.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Bonnie : [as they continue to fight in Cassie’s room inside the Thomas The Tank Engine railway] You insult me, Spooky. Your very existence is insulting to me. [Cross shoots his laser at Spooky as he runs around Cassie’s room] You know it would be much easier to hit you if you were bigger!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Darren Cross : I’m gonna show you just how insignificant you are. [Paxton goes to run up the stairs]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : Freeze! S.F.P.D.! [Cross throws Paxton’s gun aside, at the same time Scott climbs up the back of Cross’ suit]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : I can’t break through!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Goldie : It’s titanium, you idiot!
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : [to Paxton as Scott and Paxton continue fighting] Get her out of here! [Paxton carries Cassie off]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : Come on.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Goldie : [as Paxton goes to leave the room with Cassie in his arms Cross stops them] Sorry, sweetheart. You have to help daddy pay for his mistakes.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : You stay behind me, okay?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Cassie Lang : Okay.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : Behind me. [Scott looks up at Cross’ particle pack]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : I’m gonna have to shrink between the molecules to get in there. [to Cross] Get away from us! Daddy, help! [Scott jumps up to head towards Cross’ particle pack] I love you, Cassie. [Scott shrinks to a small enough size to break into Cross’ particle pack, this causes Cross to go subatomic and disappear]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : Daddy, where are you?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> … [Scott grows himself back to normal size] Daddy! I love you so much.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : I love you too, so much.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : [as Spooky is holding onto JK Paxton mildly gets Spooky’s attention] There’s a big hole in the roof.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Spooky : Sorry. [Gale runs up to Cassie’s room and we see Paxton holding Cassie and Scott has gone]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Gale : Is she alright?
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : She’s fine. [JJ enters the room]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> JK : Mommy. [Maggie grabs hold of Cassie with relief]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Paxton : She’s fine, she’s fine. [Cassie notices Spooky in his shrunken size wave goodbye to her and leaves]
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Thor sliding across the floor and knocking Mjolnir from his hand. The hammer flies into the Bifrost towards Jotunheim. Thor raises his hand towards his hammer, tries to summon it         back to him, to keep it in this Realm, but the Bifrost is too powerful. Mjolnir disappears into the maelstrom as Thor himself slides towards the Bifrost.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">        Thor and Loki battle savagely. Loki fires Gungnir, sending

If you care so much for the Jotuns, then die with them. The Bifrost stretches every cell of Thor's body, trying to drag him away. He's nearly swallowed by the vortex, when he concentrates, mustering his will. He reaches out his hand towards the Bifrost. MJOLNIR flies back through the maelstrom, into Thor's hand. The hammer pulls him free. Loki tries to fire off another blast at him, but Thor takes to the air, speeds towards his brother.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">                       LOKI


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land hard, rolling across the Rainbow Bridge. As Thor gets to his feet, he sees Loki dangling off the Bridge's edge when spooky suddenly apears. <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">            Hello! Hello to you to! Spooky & Thor! Help me! Thor and Spooky steps over to the side of the Bridge, sees Loki looking up at him desperately.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">        Thor and Loki come CRASHING through the Observatory dome and
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> SPOOKY
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> THOR
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Please... Loki's fingers start to slip. Thor reaches down to grab his brother's wrist, but his hand passes through Loki's. Just then, the REAL LOKI materializes behind him. Thor and spooky whirls around as Loki STABS him in the chest with Gungnir. Loki lifts Thor and spooky both into the air, impaled on the spear, and hurls him across the bridge.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">        LOKI (CONT'D)

Thor, bleeding, rises to his knees. Loki strides up behind him to finish him off, when Thor swing his hammer around. It passes through him. Instantly, another Loki appears next to him, Thor swings his hammer, but that too is an illusion. Loki after Loki appears, Thor futilely swinging at each one, never making contact. Thor falls back to his knees. The Lokis grin as their raises their spears, encircling him.
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I was always more clever than you.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">                       LOKIS

Yet still not clever enough. With that, Thor raises his hammer, rising into the air, summoning lightning. A massive bolt strikes Mjolnir, then channels outwards, splitting up, striking each one of the Lokis. All of them dissipate into nothingness, save one -- the real Loki -- who's sent flying back across the Bridge, Gungnir knocked from his grasp. Thor steps over to his fallen brother, lying dazed on his back. Loki winces, prepares for the worst, when Thor steps away. Loki opens his eyes, tries to stand, but can't. He looks confused, then sees what the problem is -- Mjolnir rests atop his chest. Struggle as he may, Loki can't lift it off. He's pinned to the ground. Thor looks about him desperately -- at the Bifrost firing towards Jotunheim, gaining in strength, at the surge of energy moving through the Bridge. He's at a loss of what to do. Loki watches him smugly.
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Look at you, the Mighty Thor. With all your strength, what good does it do you now? Thor knows Loki's right. He's powerless to stop what's happening. He looks down at the Bridge beneath his feet, VIBRATING from the force and speed of the Bifrost energy feeding into the Observatory. Then he gets an idea. He realizes what he must do -- and what he must sacrifice. Thor extends his hand towards Loki, summoning Mjolnir. The hammer goes flying to his grasp. Loki looks confused.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">                       LOKI

Thor raises Mjolnir in the air. Clouds form above him, thunder RUMBLING. Lightning arcs off of his hammer, as he         channels the power of the storm into it, then -- He strikes Mjolnir down upon the Rainbow Bridge. The blow is         massive, causing a rumbling along the whole bridge, shaking the Observatory itself like an earthquake. A crack appears where the blow struck. Loki rises to his feet.
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Stop! What are you doing?! Thor lifts the hammer again, brings it down harder. BOOM! The crack grows bigger. The Bifrost energy starts to stream out from it. Loki thinks fast.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">        LOKI (CONT'D)

If you destroy the Bridge, you'll never see her again! Loki grabs Gungnir, runs towards him, ready to pierce Thor through the back.
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">        LOKI (CONT'D)

Forgive me spooky. Spooky tell thor to go right ahead Mjolnir one last time, drawing lightning to it from all sides, and brings it down with a final, terrible blow -- KRAKABOOM! The Bifrost SHATTERS, rainbow energy EXPLODING out of it. Both Loki and Thor are hurled into the air by the force of the blast. A wave of destruction moves forward along the Bridge towards the Observatory, breaking it apart as it goes. The Observatory RIPS ITSELF APART. As Loki and Thor fall together, Thor grabs hold of one end of Gungnir, while Loki still clutches the other. They both fall towards the MASSIVE WAVE of Bifrost energy which spews out from the broken Bridge. They're an instant from being blasted by the destructive force of the energy, carried away by the current, pulverized by the debris, when --
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">                       THOR
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"> Summoning every bit of strength he has left, Thor raises

Catches Thor's leg. Thor dangles there, holding onto Gungnir as Loki hangs onto the other end. Loki looks up, shocked to
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">        A POWERFUL HAND


 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">                       SEE --


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Standing on the edge of the broken Bridge, awakened from the Odinsleep, restored to his full strength. Loki searches his father's face, looking for some kind of         approval, some kind of redemption, but all he sees is disappointment and regret. Loki lets go.
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No! <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [The Credits Roll While Playing “Thor DVD Menu Theme”]
 * <p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.1454545454545455;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;">        THOR AND SPOOKY (CONT'D)
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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:4pt;margin-bottom:6pt;text-align:center;"> [the final screen text shows “SPOOKY MACHINE AND THOR WILL RETURN”]

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;text-align:center;"> [End of SpookyMachine734: The Movie]