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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.

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?