Lieutenant Lee, he's up there.
What are you waiting for? Hit the lights.
Cletus Kasady, come out now.
Come out, and nobody gets hurt.
Nobody gets hurt? Man, what fun would that be?
- Look out! - Grenade!
If you're just tuning in,
police have wanted criminal Cletus Kasady
surrounded in his home.
How can one man hold the entire NYPD at bay like that?
Jonah, Kasady's not a man. He's a monster.
He's done things the Post wouldn't print.
Well, his capture will make our front page, if we get good photos.
Parker's on his way to the crime scene.
Good. I hope he's using the fastest route he knows.
Chief, we'll need a distraction in about a minute.
You got it. Terri, you like your job?
- What? - Kasady loves his.
Be careful.
There's our distraction. Move it!
Lieutenant Lee!
I was raised in this place. It was a real house of horrors.
It still is, man. You'll see.
Man, you stay away from me, or...
It looks like raw V-9 fragmentation plastique.
Exactamente.
And in 30 seconds, I'll be meeting you all...
Thanks, big mouth. Now I know how much time I have.
Freeze!
Give it a rest. He'll never get far enough away.
We're all gonna go kablooey!
The blast radius of this quantity
of raw V-9 plastique has to be about 200 meters.
Where am I gonna find that much clear space around here?
There's only one safe place. The sky.
But can I throw it high enough?
Rest in pieces, Spider-Man.
Don't count him out. He's gotten out of worse than that before.
Once again, our hero triumphs,
the cheers of a grateful city ringing in his ears.
Something's ringing in my ears.
-Hey, look. -What?
Come on.
It landed right near here. Let's see what it is.
It might be worth something.
What are you doing?
- Help me! - Get if off me!
Kasady, I hope you get a real good shrink and a real long sentence.
Uh-oh. I've seen this happen before. No spider-sense? No danger?
So this has got to be... Madame Web.
You don't surprise me anymore. This time, I knew it was you.
I see nothing clever in that, Spider-Man.
You've always been awfully good at deducing things
that were pathetically obvious.
Gee, thanks. Don't tell me you teleported all this way
just to insult little old me.
No. To warn you.
The evil you will soon confront will be unstoppable,
unless you learn to overcome fear and rely on unlikely allies.
Remember, a warrior keeps his friends close
and his enemies closer.
Wait. Come back. What do you mean? What evil?
Why does she always do this?
She wants to make a warrior out of me.
Warrior? Me? Heck, I'm still fighting acne.
I wanted to be a warrior,
fighting injustice, fighting for the innocent people.
I guess that's why I became a journalist.
When I break this story, it'll be Pulitzer time.
You won't ruin Connors' life.
I'll show you the lizard himself.
J. Jonah Jameson.
You're history, Brock. Outta here. Fired!
When the alien symbiont joined with me,
we had the power to do anything we wanted.
But first, we had to destroy Spider-Man for all that he had done to us.
Now there's no more "us," only me. All because of Spider-Man.
I know who he is behind that mask.
But that's my little secret,
and I'm gonna keep it until my other half returns.
When I become Venom once more, we will destroy Spider-Man.
No, not "we", Eddie.
This Venom thing never existed.
It was a stress-related delusion
brought on by Spider-Man's terrible persecution of you.
He persecuted me, all right. He humiliated me.
He made me lose my job, my health...
My apartment. My symbiont.
- I hate that slimy little... - Hatred's not going to help.
You have so much potential,
and together, we're going to get you through this.
Do you have to go, Dr. Kafka?
Our time's up, Eddie. We'll continue this tomorrow.
Man, what a dump!
No pool, no stereo,
and weirdoes everywhere you look.
Aren't you gonna give me some therapy, beautiful lady?
- Good night, Eddie. - Good night, Dr. Kafka. Ashley.
Don't I get a goodbye kiss, or are you afraid I'm gonna bite?
Hey, you! Shut up!
Hey, man, I could eat you for breakfast.
Oh, yeah? I'd give you indigestion, man.
Mordo, I need you.
- Mordo. - Yes, Master Dormammu.
I am yours to command.
The symbiont is finally back on Earth, just as I planned.
Now, go to Ravencroft Sanitarium and contact Eddie Brock.
It is time for him to play his part in our affair.
You can't be real. I want to be well. Leave me alone.
I am not a delusion, my boy.
I've merely come to you in my astro-form.
I want to restore to you that which is rightfully yours,
the symbiont.
How do you know about that?
My master, Dormammu, knows everything.
You need only swear to serve him
and the symbiont will be yours once more.
He can make you whole again.
Hey, you in there, whoever you are, forget Brock.
If this Dormammu guy can get me out of here,
I'll do whatever he wants. Whatever.
- Buzz off, laughing boy. - Why are you hesitating?
Don't you miss the symbiont?
And don't you want to get out of here and destroy Spider-Man?
Okay, okay. You got a deal.
Just tell me what I have to do.
My master, it is done.
Excellent. Now we are poised to obtain the last piece of the puzzle
at Stark Enterprises.
Peter, do you really think that they can make an interdimensional probe?
Well, if anyone can, Debra, it's Stark Enterprises.
This could be one of the most important scientific breakthroughs in history.
Well, it could create a gateway to whole new worlds, other dimensions.
It could also accidentally let something get through to us that shouldn't.
- Debra. Peter. - Dr. Connors.
Come on. The demonstration's about to start.
Debra Whitman, Peter Parker, this is Jim Rhodes,
head of security for Stark Enterprises.
- Miss Whitman, Mr. Parker. - Now, there's a real cheerful guy.
Cheer isn't part of his job description.
There's the interdimensional probe.
Just think, a machine that might allow us to transcend
the limitations of space, perhaps even time.
If it works, Tony Stark's a genius.
That's Arden Broom.
His electronics company is a supplier to Stark Enterprises.
If that's not Baron Mordo, then I don't stick to walls.
He must be here to use this technology
to transport Dormammu to our dimension.
Good day, and welcome, scientists and scholars.
Today, we are here to begin a new era in technology.
Our plan is to actually teleport solid matter
instantaneously from New York, where all of you are,
to our labs here in Los Angeles.
We will be using an interdimensional gateway built for that purpose.
Incredible.
- Brock, you got a visitor. - A visitor?
- Eddie Brock? - Yeah.
- Do I know you? - Don't you recognize us?
Eddie?
How about now?
Together again.
We knew it wasn't a delusion.
Do you believe us now, doctor?
Eddie, is that you?
There's no more Eddie and no more symbiont.
Only Venom.
Eddie? Please, don't go.
No. Give it to me.
I want the power. I deserve the power.
The symbiont could have bonded with anyone,
but only the rage and frustration of Eddie Brock could have created Venom.
You are truly unique.
That is why I need you.
How did you make us one again?
At a place called Stark Enterprises.
My assistant, Baron Mordo, secretly gained access
to the ground-control system for the space probe
to which the symbiont was attached.
I ordered Mordo to guide the probe back to Earth.
From there, it was a simple matter of locating the symbiont
and hypnotizing its host into submission.
What do you want from us in return?
You must get something for me, something very important.
Scientists and scholars, a new era in technology, an interdimensional gateway.
Just think, this is an actual gap in reality as we know it.
Something's wrong. Suspend all activities.
Deactivate the probe.
What is it?
Venom.
Peter? Where does he always disappear to?
Come on. It's not safe for us here.
We want the probe.
Rhodey, don't let that thing get near the probe. Stop him!
Security position alpha omega.
You think you can stop us?
Maybe not them, smiley, but I can. I did it before.
And so help me, I'll do it again.
We remember. That's all we could think about
as we traveled the endless reaches of outer space.
He's gotten even stronger since last time, if that's possible.
No loud noises to help you.
This time will be different from last time.
This time, Venom will win!
Spider-Man's destruction will bring us great happiness.
Happy hour's over, bright eyes.
Thanks. I owe you one, whoever you are.
The name's War Machine.
This wasn't your fight. It is now, little man of iron.
Wrong. Iron Man's the other guy, but thanks for the compliment.
I'm taking care of things here while he's away. You got a problem with that?
No job is worth what we are going to do to you.
We will crush you like a tin can.
A bizarre creature is attacking Stark Enterprises.
The most incredible thing is that it bears a striking resemblance
to Spider-Man.
Spider-Man? I'm going down there myself.
The creature seems to have all of Spider-Man's powers,
but it calls itself "Venom. "
Eddie.
Mordo!
My master.
Venom is facing formidable foes.
There is a chance that the probe will be lost to us.
Mordo, I leave nothing to chance.
The probe will be secured.
If not by Venom alone, then with someone else.
Someone else?
When I ordered you to retrieve the symbiont from space,
I did so not only because of its strength
but also because...
...it was about to reproduce.
The symbiont can do that?
It can, and it has.
There is now another.
But to be effective, won't the second symbiont need as its host
someone as fanatical as Brock?
Yes. Perhaps even more so.
Sorry. Nobody's allowed in here right now.
Who are you?
What in the name of...
It is my master Dormammu who confers this gift upon you, Kasady.
- Gift? - Remember?
You wanted the same power that I offered Eddie Brock.
This is it?
But to enjoy it, you must first swear to serve Dormammu forever.
No problem, man. He sounds like my kind of guy.
Let me have the power. What do I do?
This is a symbiont, a living organism.
It must bond with you.
And then I get to be like Brock?
Similar but different. As different as you are from Brock.
Once you bond, it will reflect your hatred for humanity,
your lust for destruction.
- I'll take it. - It must take you.
Come on. What are you waiting for?
I am yours, man.
We are gonna wreak glorious carnage throughout the land.
Carnage, eh? I like the sound of that.
You promised us carnage.
Deliver it.
- What's wrong? - Kasady is gone. There's only Carnage.
War Machine, he reacts to loud noise.
I've got just the thing. A concentrated sonic disrupter blast.
Whatever you do, don't stop.
Who are you?
- Your offspring. - Offspring?
Yes. Yes! We recall replicating.
Our flame-headed friend sent us to get this.
Call us Carnage.
Carnage? There's another symbiont?
- Sorry to interrupt the reunion. - I'd hoped we'd run into you again.
You know me?
Kasady!
Think of the damage we can do now, man.
If you want that probe, you've got to go through me.
With pleasure. Well, what are you waiting for?
Why did Dormammu send you? Didn't he trust us?
- Eddie. - Ashley.
You're just a sentimental old fool, Dad.
And we've got to do everything ourselves.
No!
The party's not over yet, freak.
It wasn't that funny.
Whoa!
I don't give up that easily.
We'll make you sorry you didn't.
Will you be all right?
Eddie, let me see your face for a minute.
You've got your power back. Are you still going to fight injustice?
We could leave you now.
We've done our job.
But we want a bonus.
Dad?
Ready for some father-son quality time?
Between the two of us, there won't be enough left of Spider-Man
to fit in a matchbox.
But we'll try, won't we?