Previously on Heroes.
And you see what people want.
Their desires,
their hopes.
I got your power.
Isn't that interesting?
I know why you can't kill.
Hiro Nakamura said you're going to die alone, and it's haunting you.
We all need people who understand us, care for us.
Who is she? The love of my life.
Just shows up. He's stalking you?
He does seem...
Obsessed?
I had to act to protect you, to get you away from him.
By kidnapping me?
You can never change the past. It's bad. Always.
Everything is connected!
If you wanna change one thing, that's all you do.
I've come back in time to save Charlie.
And this time, I will defeat the Brain Man.
There's something I want you to see.
So magical, so beautiful.
Just let me show you, that's all.
If you're still unhappy, I'll take you right back to California.
Did they really think that they were gonna get away with it?
Forever? That we would just never find out?
We shouldn't have done it.
I need time to grieve without being reminded why.
Do you want to talk about it?
About what?
Life among the carnies?
The death of your father?
I mean, either one of those would be enough to mess me up.
I don't think I'd know where to start.
I think it's one of those things I just have to figure out by myself.
Listen, I'm not gonna pretend to know what you're going through right now.
But I want you to know that I'm here for you,
if you need anything, anything at all.
I have this review-lesson thing.
They moved it to Bapst Hall, I have no idea where that is.
East quad. Clear across campus.
Of course it is.
Excuse me, is this seat taken?
How's it coming?
It's ready.
Now, remember, it will only work in the hands of one of us.
Luckily, you have Hiro and Ando now.
You sure I can't change your mind?
I broke a promise to a girl. I need to make amends.
Well, then, I guess this is it.
In our lives, when is it ever?
Thanks, Mohinder.
Good luck.
You, too, Noah.
Well, gentlemen, I guess it's up to us.
Hiro?
Hello, Carp.
Adam Monroe?
But you're dead.
Am I dead?
That's for the judge to decide.
Judge?
All rise.
The honorable Judge Kaito Nakamura presiding.
Be seated.
The World v. Hiro Nakamura, Your Honor.
The what versus what?
Excuse me, is this Professor Yanno's review session?
Nope. Study group.
You ready to brainstorm?
What the hell are you doing here?
I came to learn.
How'd you sleep?
The dress is a gift.
If you want to change into something...
A gift? You kidnapped me. Brought me to...
I don't even know where we are because you won't tell me.
You're right. I'm sorry. I never meant to upset you.
I'll take you back home straightaway.
What? What are you smiling about?
Your face. Just now.
It brought me back to when I broke your record player.
Samuel.
You had this one song you played over and over and over.
And I was just...
I was just kidding around but I broke the arm.
Remember? Yes.
I remember.
Good.
'Cause there's something I still want you to see.
The only thing I'm interested in seeing
is my own front door.
But first, let me get you something to eat.
And then you'll be rid of me for good. I promise.
This is how it always starts.
Breakfast becomes lunch.
Lunch becomes dinner. Dinner turns into drinks and then...
I fixed your record player.
I broke it and then I fixed it.
I know when I've done wrong. And I know how to make it good.
Scotch tape and wire hangers and loads of good intentions.
Fine.
Something to eat.
Then you take me home.
Good. Great.
He has a brain tumor, in the parietal lobe.
The doctors in Japan said it's inoperable, but...
We may not have a choice.
Please, Doctor, he's my best friend.
I can't just... Wait here.
We'll find out what's happening.
Please help him.
It is our intent to prove that the defendant abused his power
to bend space and time selfishly and repeatedly for his own personal gain,
and with a blatant disregard for the consequences on the space-time continuum.
This is some bad dream or tumor hallucination.
Let the record show that the defendant fails to recognize the authority of this court.
This isn't a court. It's a diner.
Perhaps Your Honor could enter a plea for the defendant if he refuses.
Mr. Monroe, please call your first witness.
The prosecution calls Kimiko Nakamura...
...and Ando Masahashi.
Do you know how I would love to kill you?
Listen,
I know you must hate me.
You killed my father.
Nathan.
Seems like a lifetime ago.
But I'm a little off my game.
And you're going to help me get it back.
Says who?
Says this.
Your face showing up in ink wasn't my choice.
It's destiny showing me my desire.
And you actually thought that I would...
Relax.
They told me I need a connection.
A friend.
I don't want to be alone,
and somehow you're supposed to help me.
I wouldn't help you if my life depended on it.
It's not your life you should be concerned about.
Gretchen.
Let's get this over with.
You don't have to hurt Gretchen.
I promise that you will see her again,
just as soon as you help me answer my question.
Here is what I've been thinking.
You and me.
We got a lot in common. We're both adopted.
Abandoned by parents who didn't want us
and raised by parents who didn't understand us.
My parents understand me just fine.
Stop lying to yourself.
Both of our dads were cold-blooded killers,
which is ironic, because you and I
cannot be killed.
I get it, okay? We have a few arbitrary things in common.
What is your point?
My point is, they're not arbitrary,
they're formative.
The basic building blocks of our lives.
And we have the same blocks,
yet here we are,
content college co-ed
and me.
How did we end up so different?
You want to know what the difference is?
You're a psychopath.
Mystery solved.
You think this is a game?
This is my life. You're supposed to help me.
Or don't you care how many fillets I slice your roommate into?
If you're not going to contribute,
I'll just have to take the answers from your head.
You're going to slice my head open again?
I've evolved way beyond that.
Our friend Lydia gave me a much more precise instrument.
She could read someone just by touching them.
See into the very depths of their soul.
Of course her methods were a little hyper-erotic,
but what the hell.
It is college, isn't it?
The dress suits you.
What's that?
Strawberry milkshake.
Your favorite.
That was a long time ago.
How about this one?
The last time I crashed in your dorm room,
we talked all night.
Among other things.
You talked about your dream home.
That was the tequila talking.
"A peaceful cottage surrounded by nature and happiness."
You're such a romantic.
Actually, that's something I've admired about you.
But there comes a time when you have to realize
that you're never going to have that cottage.
Says who?
Can you honestly tell me
you don't look back at our time together with a hint of fondness?
- What's your prognosis? - Not good.
I wouldn't normally do this procedure...
The witness has identified Hiro Nakamura,
who's clearly and selfishly interfered with the timeline.
Just so I'm clear, on your personal scale of temporal justice,
it's okay so long as no one gets hurt?
Yes. That is my definition.
That's good to know
because I believe my next witness is here.
Just tell me where she is.
Claire Bennet, you've been holding out on me.
What are you talking about?
Why I was supposed to find you. You and I are the same.
I am nothing like you.
You do exactly what I do.
You use this gift, this curse, whatever it is, to build walls,
make it impossible to actually connect with another person.
Like Gretchen.
All those memory hits I got from your stuff while I was tying her up
have such a different context now.
Everything in that room is so full of
pauses.
What did you say?
Pauses. All these moments so ripe with subtext.
"Can I borrow your book?"
"Cut my hand with these scissors."
All these interactions,
and you still can't say the one thing you really want to say to this girl.
Heck,
you keep this up, you might end up alone forever, too.
You don't know what you're talking about.
I think I do.
The indestructible girl
who can't put herself out there to get hurt.
What? No angry retort?
You're right. You are off your game.
You just told me exactly where she is.
How many people have I killed?
Hundreds, I suppose.
And all of this because of an agreement you made with the defendant?
Yep. He told me if I saved the waitress,
I could have the cheerleader and anybody else I wanted to kill.
And as long as you saved his girlfriend,
you could kill some more. Willy-nilly.
Seems to me that a lot of people were hurt
as a result of Mr. Nakamura's time-tampering.
Really? Does this look right to you?
Tell me again, who else met their death by your hand after Hiro made this deal?
Well, there was her. And Eden-ish.
Two Primatech guards. The melty guy. The mechanic.
Isaac Mendez. My mother. Some guy named Ted something.
And so on, and so on. If Hiro was acting out of nobility,
perhaps he should have stopped this vicious killer
before these countless murders...
Sprague. Ted Sprague.
See, saving Charlie wasn't for the heroic good,
it was for the good of Hiro.
No. Romantic or not, Charlie was a good person.
Fair enough.
Then the prosecution would like to call its final witness.
Charlie Andrews.
That's right. I forgot. We can't bring Charlie in
because this world-improving person is lost in time.
Now tell me, how did that happen, again?
I made a deal with the...
I'm sorry, you have to speak up.
I made a deal with a villain, and he double-crossed me.
Right.
The prosecution rests, Your Honor.
A shake roof, wrap-around porch
and a stone path leading to a lake where the sun glistens over the water.
How'd you remember all of that?
I have my ways.
I know all the details.
By heart, it would seem.
Hard to forget.
I was holding you close to me.
And the way you painted it
Made it so real, like it came from your soul.
Like it was you.
You always know the right thing to say.
You have the perfect scrap of poetry in your pocket to...
To what?
The big oak tree in the yard surrounded by wildflowers.
And a couple of rocking chairs on the deck to watch the sunset.
You do remember.
With a fireplace to keep us warm.
And a summer breeze to keep us cool.
How do you do it?
Every single time.
This is so beautiful. How did you do this?
My friends and I can do the most amazing things.
Look. There's your dream cottage.
No more traveling now. We're making a home, a real home.
For me, for you. If you'll have me.
Sam.
You said you couldn't join a carnival. But now you don't have to.
There's no more carriage homes, no more main homes. Just...
Just that.
Away from everything. It's what you talked about.
It could be our life.
I can't live here.
But you said...
I know, I know, I know what I said.
It's just that I didn't think you'd actually...
Actually do it?
Yeah.
But... I mean...
This dress and the milkshake and...
All of this. This is a fantasy.
And I made it come true. For you.
No, Sam. For you.
This is your fantasy.
And it's beautiful. And I'm happy for you.
But it isn't me.
My life isn't here.
But I changed everything for...
Don't tell me you did all of this for me.
Please, don't... Don't tell me this was all for me.
No, of course not.
Listen, I should get you back home.
Thank you for indulging me.
Sam.
No, it was really...
It was really nice to see you again.
Gretchen. Gretchen.
Are you okay?
I'm fine. All things considered.
I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.
You never should have gotten caught up in it.
I'm just... I'm happy you're here. And that it's over.
It is over, isn't it?
No. He's not done...
Somewhere out in the open?
No. He'll be expecting that.
He's trying to flush us out.
How do you know?
'Cause apparently, I get the way he thinks.
Someone's coming.
In here.
So, Sylar, huh? The Sylar?
Yes. Well, no. Kind of the emo-apologist version.
He's had me trying to figure out what his issues are.
Seriously? How'd that go?
Pencil in the eye.
Listen, I'm sorry.
It's okay. Getting used to being all Perils of Pauline.
No, not about that. Well, yes, about that, but...
...about breakfast.
About sometimes keeping you at arm's length.
It's cool. Are you kidding?
If you don't want to...
I do want to.
I just... I'm scared. And I get afraid that I'm gonna get hurt.
And so I use my "specialness" to build these walls
instead of jumping off bridges.
I suck at metaphors, but what I'm trying to say is that...
It's okay, really.
No. No, it's not.
This guy, Sylar,
he sat there and told me that we're very much alike.
And he's not wrong.
And I'm afraid that I'm going to end up alone
for the rest of my life, like him.
And I don't know how to fix it.
Do you want to talk about it?
I like to think of myself as just a girl who happens to have powers,
and it's just one thing in a list of attributes.
Loyal, friendly, regenerative, good skin. You know?
You do have good skin.
But when you put the chips down and life gets tough,
I hide behind that one label, that one attribute.
And I close myself off.
No wonder Sylar is so messed up.
I can only imagine what having a bunch of excuses
could do to someone's humanity.
Maybe that's his answer.
In order to become human again,
he has to get rid of all of his powers.
Yeah, maybe.
Now was that so hard?
You son of a bitch.
Where is she?
It's dinnertime.
I imagine she's right where you left her.
You never took her.
Like I said,
I've been having a little trouble being myself.
Gretchen?
You're okay.
Yeah.
Of course I'm okay.
Well, some guy stole my backpack, but... What's with you?
Nothing. I'm fine, and you're here, and you're all right.
Claire, you're acting really weird.
I'm sorry. I'm really lucky to have you.
And I'm sorry about this morning.
Forget it. You know me.
Impulsive Gretchen wants to hold hands, so she does it.
I know, and I love that about you. And I want to be more like that.
Not be beholden to any label or definition
or who I'm supposed to be. I just...
I want to hold your hand.
People are gonna start to talk.
Let 'em talk.
Talking's good. In fact, I could use some talking
if you still have a sympathetic ear.
I, in fact, have two ears.
Come on.
Objection, Your Honor.
He's reciting the opening to Quantum Leap.
- We need to shock him. - Give him 200 joules.
Charging.
Clear.
No response.
- 240. - Bring it up.
Charging. Clear.
Still nothing. Start compression.
We're losing him.
Still no pulse. We're losing him.
Let's shock him again.
Charging. Clear.
Not so fast, Carp.
We got a pulse.
He's coming back.
He's rising.
Something wrong, sir?
Yeah, something is wrong.
Am I scaring you?
Do I look scary?
Sir, I just wanted to know...
You don't think I can see how you're looking at me right now?
That I'm different.
Looking down your nose at me, like I'm not good enough.
Well, I'm done trying to change myself for you.
Trying to fit into your world,
play by your rules.
From now on,
you're all gonna play by mine.
Can I help you?
Hey. Hey, buddy. How are you?
I'm sorry. I'm Gabriel. Friend of Matt's, 12th Precinct.
Oh, I'm sorry. He's not here right now.
Oh.
Is there any way that you could tell me where he is?
It's really important that I speak with him.
Sure. I'm sorry. Have we met?