The guys (Huey, Dewey & Louie? Kukla, Fran and Ollie? Help me, people), in a bit of backstory that was really self explanatory last week, plan their heavily medicated abduction of the man with the glasses. Peter, knowing his way around a hospital pharm, bags some Phenobarbital and the boys plan their evening. (*ed:Hey, I got a dose of that once. Excellent choice, gentlemen. One squirt of that in my IV and I spent the next 4 hours explaining my unified theory of creation to the toddler in traction the next gurney over. But I digress) *
Mo:OK, Matt? I know you’ve been on a bit of a rage fuelled enemy killing spree since the SWATs probably didn’t kill your pixie girlfriend, but Noah’s what’s know as a high value asset. We can’t get intel if you make his brain explode.
Matt: Screw you, buddy, I’m getting my Jedi on. Wow, people really do dream in black and white……….
*Fade to: The King and Queen of the ambiguously morally grey prom, Noah and Angela. *
Noah: We’re getting the band back together? Pretty please?
Angela: Primatech was a stupid idea. And expensive-frankly, ever since Midas Bob bought the farm, the revenue stream has been completely ruined. Why do you think I was trying to recruit Gabriel? We needed someone to gold up the knickknacks. By the way, here’s the last of the petty cash. And a watch. Heh. Guess who gave me that?
Noah: No Company? Now what am I suppose to dooooooo?
Angela: You’ve been a great adoptive dad to my granddaughter- given some thought to becoming a surrogate son for me? I’m hiring again. Gabriel didn’t work out so well. But I won’t lie and tell you I’m your real mother!
Noah: You have two sons already; they’re a little naïve but fundamentally decent.
Angela: And you wonder why we don’t get along?
Matt squints at Noah some more. Mohinder and Peter make tut-tut noises and check Noah’s vitals, but fail to top up the IV. Wavy back in time to:
Nathan: Hey, Noah, let’s get the band back together!
Noah: The government? Rounding people up? I dunno….
Nathan: Oh, now that’s a problem for you? That only took you 18 years
Noah: Naw, not that-it’s just there’s so much paperwork. But let’s go check out my arsenal. I keep it secure with Lyle’s old locker padlock *(ed: Combo: May 9/57- I’m calling it! Or 79/May 7. It’s a date, whatever) *
Back at Three Stooges HQ:
Mo: You’re torturing him because you’re pissed about them killing Daphne.
Matt: You think you deserve to be hunted because you feel guilty about……well, just being a big dork.
Mo: Are you reading my mind? I thought we agreed……
Matt: No, you’re just not that complicated. It’s why I love y…oops.
Noah: Oh Maaaaatt- wanna see what me and Mo were up to last month?
Mo: ohshit ohshit oshit!
Matt: You knew? Asshole!
Mo: I thought he was bullshitting me! ‘cause, me? Bullshit magnet.
(Oh Mohinder, you are a big dork. Why do you think you can keep anything secret? Or think any of your plans will work? Just shut up, brush your hair and go back to the lab. Just check with management before you start any new lines of research, ‘k?)
Matt and Mo smash each other across the room for a while, letting Noah escape to the parking lot; where he gets recaptured by Peter. Peter. Last week he’s thwarted by a hatrack, this week it’s empathy boy? Dude, you’re just lucky we can blame this one on the drugs.
(ed: Back to the bickering roommates: were any of you boys listening to Sylar’s rules of engagement last week? Stay focused, don’t let emotions get in the way, plan for your end game, concentrate on your goal. And what do the two of you do? Bitch and fight and play right into the other’s abilities. Mohinder lies to the mind reader, Matt starts a fight with Conan the Professor. And Mohinder always underestimates the dosage required to keep his captives down. Do you remember Sylar pinning you to the ceiling? Hey, get Pete to figure out the sedative strength, he actually trained on humans.)
Matt: Who are you working for now?
Noah : (In Ukrainian or something): Eat me.
Matt: I’m going back in without the drugs. It’s gonna hurt!
Mo: That’s my line, bitch.
Wavy back to Noah trying to get Danko likkered up at his place. Standard dick waving bravado ensues. Peter guns up, just the way we like him, and goes a’ hunter hunt’n
Peter: Hey, Danko, nice speakers! You sure have a lot of surveillance gear. Hey, I think you need to replace that smoke detector battery, it’s blinking
Danko: pardon me while I push buttons on my phone.
*Vwoooomp: Nathan, with great restraint, walks through Danko’s door instead of landing on his fire escape or scooting down the chimney. *:
Danko: How’d you get here so fast, Senator?
Peter: How’d he get here so fast? You can’t just be figuring this out, Danks.
Nathan: My brother has powers……….my daughter has powers…………. ???
Danko: And???
Peter: I’d facepalm, but then I’d have to put down the gun. Oh wait, I can do bo- BANG
Danko: Owwwwwww?
The SWAT’s come a’ kicking in hotel doors. Instead of brain mojo-ing them, Matt sends Mo out to stop them. (ed:Wooo! Mohinder’s Patented Door Blocking! It’s the only thing you’re good at, honey. Oh, you took them on? At least read a damn book. I recommend Worst Case Scenario- Civilian Insurrection. And now you’re in shackles? Geeze, too bad you don’t have the strength to bust out of …… Good thing you look hot. It’s pretty much all you got left. Well, at least you’re being blackmailed into working for the bad guys this time. Usually you give it up for lab access…)
Mo: For God’s sake people- “Come ‘n get me, come ‘n get me?” Not busting out of my shackles like they were paper? I’m double agent-ing again, you dopes!
*Audience: Because you’re so good at that. How long before you ‘fess up to Nathan? Think you can make it a whole week this time? *
Mo: Oh shut up.
Noah: Hey, Mo, double agent? Me too!
*Meanwhile: Matt gets apprehended and chocolate milk’d again. The SWAT’s are stupid enough to let Noah walk him to the parking lot, where Peter smoke bombs ‘em again and flies away with Matt. They zoom off to Mohinder’s place, where Matt takes over his lease (again) and makes with the prognostipainting: *
Matt: Oh my god, this is horrific!
Peter: It’s ok, you don’t look that bad in person. But what’s with the pipe bombs?
*Next week: Danko gets the Rogue. Or something like that. *