(Angela’s been sucked out of the credits now too? And Nathan, Hiro and Tracey? Hey, if someones not in the credits, that mean they don’t get paid? Heeeey, now I get it! Not being in the credits is just part of the great budget cut/alternate revenue stream reality of Heroes season 4. In that vein, you may have noticed the complete lack of Tokyo flattening and California-nuking in this season’s premiere)
*Let’s watch everyone get washed up and ready for their day. Parkman badges up,grabs his Sprint phone and 30 day chip off the dresser when he sees Sylar behind him in the mirror. He pulls his gun on his own reflection, of course. Because shooting at hallucinations doesn’t work as well as you would think, and Janice would probably yell at him for messing up the bathroom anyhow. Sylar’s now playing the role of Matt’s id, and he’s going to Great Gazoo him into being a bad Jedi and restoring Sylar to his own self healing, shapeshifting meatbag. I haven’t decided if there really is residual Gray matter in Matt’s head, or he’s having the world’s least deserved guilt trip, but Matt’s new invisible buddy’s great! He’ll drive Matt to homicide or suicide soon, but it sure is neat to see what’s crawling around in Matt’s subconscious. Actually, his sub is pretty ordinary-insecurity, inferiority complex,he thinks he’s a pussy- but his imaginary narrator’s a blast.
Peter’s cutting out newspaper articles to add to his wall of awesome; Samuel’s going interviewing for his new minions so he’s putting on his going to funerals average guy suit, sucks a liter of ink up his arm to go out into the nasty world. In case he needs to tattoo someone’s lights out.
Having finished his Daily News rescue mosaic, Peter’s ablutions are interrupted by the short arm of civil law, and he gets served with a lawsuit. Someone clearly didn’t see The Incredibles before turning into Super-Medic. *
Back to the carnival:
Samuel: Lemme tell you about myself, girlfriend. I hate suits because they remind me of what a little nerdling our parents made us be- combed hair, no tats. Then I found out I could control the earth-mud, mud, glorious dirt! But I have to go undercover as a civilian to find someone to replace my brother.
Lydia: You could just go suck that Peter guy up here through a hole in the ground or something
Samuel: Yeah, but this takes style. And I want to see how he handles being manipulated by a surrogate brother.
Lydia: I’ll clear out the spare room for him.
*A woman who has a harder time than me getting up in the morning (and kinda looks like baby Gabriel’s’ dead mom from last season)is catapulted from a bed outfitted with a washing machine motor set for ‘spin’, and club lights attached to the alarm clock. Hey, she has a cat, why doesn’t it start pawing her face and head butting her a hour before she has to get up? I thought that’s what cats were for. As she gets ready for work she slaps on her ipod and watches a drippy tap make pretty splashes in the sink. The cat looks at her like she’s an idiot.
Claire’s reading a big fat chem textbook so I think we have a new future science bunny to replace Mohinder. She’s ignoring Girl-West who’s banging on the door wanting to talk about Claire’s auto- repair trick the night before.
Back in the stakeout car, Matt and his corporeal partner are waiting for legal authorization to go bust in a drug house and kick some ass. Matt confesses to what’s his name that he fell off the metaphoric wagon and had some metaphoric drugs last night. Gazoo Sylar (who, like regular Sylar, spends a lot of time taunting people from the backseats of cars) is whining about his limited plane of existence:*
Gazoo Sylar: Your life is like the world’s lamest movie. Have you seen yourself eat a burrito? I can’t even go to the can without you following me and shooting at me in the mirror.
Matt: Screw you, you’re following me!
G-S: I follow you, you follow me; it’s like being tied to Fred Flintstone with a bungee cord. The sooner you go bad Jedi and start mind humping people again, the sooner I can get you to put me back in my body
Matt: What makes you think I’d put you back even if I did use my powers again?
G-S: Oh please, I got you to scare off a water delivery guy by making you think your hot lawyer wife wanted his stoner ass. I could have you wearing an Evil Overlord costume by Saturday, tops
Matt slaps on the shades and kicks in the drug den’s door and starts looking in the kitchen for the bad guy. Gazoo-Sylar is pestering the living shit out of him, so he’s off his game and starts ignoring the obvious clues:
G-S: the closet, you idiot. He’s in the closet and he’s going to shoot you right through that
BANG BANG BANG BANG door. Good thing I annoyed you away from standing in front of it, huh?
*Noah comes to see Claire bearing a veritable Santa sack of presents and a belly wound that he fails to mention, so she gives him a big ole hug as a thank you. *
Noah: If I feed you will you stop squishing my knife wound?
Claire: Sure, let me just run off to the communal bathroom and watch guys in towels come out of the shower in the mirror while I brush my teeth. I should be done in about 90 minutes.
Gretchen: Can I come too? I’m a college kid, mooching meals is part of my tuition funding strategy
Claire, sotto voce: No, no, don’t invite her, ixnay, throat slashy gestures
Noah: Sure, you can come to lunch Gretchen. Like any dad, I live to piss my teenage daughter off. Let’s go for Indian.
Me: *OK show, now you’re just fucking with me…
Back at the drug den…*
Matt: Where are the drugs?
Perp: What drugs?
S-G: Yeah Matt, what drugs?
Matt: I gotta go to the can
S-G, in the can: Do you have to follow me everywhere?
Matt: I can ignore you, I can do my job without you
S-G: You can’t even find your phone without me. So, why would a big mean drug dealer with no kids have a stuffed bunny in the house?
Matt: Uhhh… it’s coming to me…
Me: Sylar bunnies!!!
S-G: Dude, this isn’t a drug den, it’s worse. Even my sensibilities are offended here…
Matt: I really don’t want to know how you know what a kiddy porn lair looks like, freak.
*Matt starts rustling around looking for gawd knows what as evidence, and he finds a ransom note- Sixty jillion dollars, or the girl dies. Oh, thank god, slightly; it’s just a kidnapping for cash.
Peter goes to the records office at the hospital to snoop the records on the guy who’s suing him, and lo and be-hold, it’s cat lady manning the records desk. Still has the ipod on, which makes it easier to ignore the phone.*
Peter: hey lady? Laaaaadyyyy???
Cat lady:
Peter: OK, I’ll just talk to myself. Do you have the report I filed on the ungrateful shit who’s suing me?
Cat lady: roots through a cabinet, finds papers, hands them to Peter. Suave mofo that he is, he smashes her coffee cup onto the floor reaching for the report. Maybe if he was fast or something, he could have caught that before it broke. It makes pretty colors and patterns when it hits the floor. Peter splits, cat lady goes to the ER for a checkup:
Doctor: Deaf people see sounds as colors all the time
Cat lady, signing: Are you shitting me? I didn’t lose my hearing by taking too much acid. This is not normal.
Doctor: Those headphones make you look like a douche, Emma
Cat lady: Actually, I wear them as douche repellant
Gretchen: I saw this freaky girl on Youtube who can’t feel pain or get hurt,and he parents lock her in the basement. Gee, that sounds familiar…
Noah: One day. You can’t get through one day without spilling the beans, Claire. OK, let’s find Haitian…
Claire: This is my problem to solve and if you do anything to interfere I will cut you out of my life.
Noah: Wow, emotional blackmail. You really are Angela’s granddaughter, aren’t you? OK, fine, you win. dials Sprint phone “Hi, Haitian? You’re going to have to do Claire too…
Peter sees that lawsuit-boy’s in the physio lab for a treatment, so he takes the legally prudent course and goes to ream out the guy who’s suing him
Peter: William ‘Ungrateful Little Shit’ Hooper”?
Samuel: Hi, that’s Mr. Ungrateful Little Shit to you. You ripped my arm half out my socket yanking me from that burning bus. Now I’m too feeble to support my family. Did I mention my brother died?
Peter: I don’t remember you from the accident. This is a scam, I’m outta here.
Samuel: Your apartment’s made from clay brick, right?
Peter: Whaddya want to know that for?
Samuel: No reason vwoomp.
Perusing Peter’s glory wall, he finds the bus crash article and ink squirts his image into the newspaper photo. Peter comes home to check out the photo, sees the ULS in the picture, and feels all guilty and mushy over yelling at the guy. For some reason which was probably explained while I was making popcorn, he meets up with Samuel/William in Central Park
Peter: Sorry I thought you were a big faker. I’m really a nice guy, y’know. See, sheepish grin!
Samuel: Yeah, you seem nice. I’ll drop the lawsuit.
Peter: You could go back to your childhood home while you’re in town, remember the good times with you and your brother.
Samuel: Sure, I’m already depressed and lonely because of losing my brother. Going back to the horrible place we were raised, that’ll perk me up. Thanks, Peter. Pay no attention to whatever it is I’m psychically squirting into your arm as I shake your hand
- A few benches away, iPod Emma’s eating her lunch and watching a busker play the cello. Sure enough, she sees the music as big swirly colors- (hey, I think I have an app for that.). The cello dude goes for a snack and leaves his cello on his chair, in the middle of the park, at night, unattended. He’s lucky the only thing that happened to it was Emma sitting down and playing it. Her ability’s pretty. And she learned to play the cello damn quick, 'cause a crowd’s formed, Peter amongst them, to listen to her play. Do they see the colors? It’s not clear if it’s just her seeing the sound, but that’s freaky enough for Emma, and she runs off. Or maybe she saw Peter giving her the smwoop eyes and decided a clumsy guy from work with a lawsuit on his ass isn’t great date material.
Back at the drug den, Sylar’s intently playing with the bunnyrabbit while Matt and his partner rip up the house looking for the kid.*.
Sylar: Look what I’m reduced to playing with. It’s not even mechanical. Don’t suppose there’s some clocks around that need repairing…
Matt: If you’re in my head, how can you be playing with a physical object?
Sylar: Uhhh, hey, look, maybe the kids’ under the stairs! Brain suck the perp, she could be dying!!
Matt: Brain sucks the perp
Perp: Underthestairsunderthestairs
Matt: Why are the kids always under the stairs?
Perp: Shit! How’d he know that?
Sylar: Don’t ask me, that’s how Molly managed to fool me, remember? See, now that’s the first place I look for the terrified little kids, under the stairs, why do you think I suggested it…
Matt: rips away paneling, revealing a girl’s body You sick bastard !
…and makes with some mighty fine righteous Hulk-smashing of the perp’s face. Mohinder would be so proud…
Partner: Whatdahell are you doing???
Matt: Look under the stairs, he killed her!
Partner: looking under the stairs There’s nothing under here except wrapping paper!
Matt: No, wait, there’s a dead kid in there…hey waitaminute…
Sylar: Doesn’t it suck when people plant thoughts and images in your head, Matt?
Matt: Sylar,you bastard!!!
Partner: Buddy, you are so fired!
Matt, brain mojo’ing his partner: Nothing happened here… the perp fell down the stairs repeatedly, I didn’t beat him up…
Partner: Gee, he sure fell down those stairs a lot
Sylar: Turned you to the dark side, and we still have time for lunch and a Dodgers game!
Claire and Gretchen are hanging out in Claire’s room in their underwear. Even Greg House is flipping channels over to NBC
Claire: It’s so nice to not have to lie about who I really am. See, cut me, I’ll show you
Gretchen: I’ve never done this before.
Every guy in the audience: Giggidy!
Samuel’s at some big splashy mansion trying to crash a dinner party. The lady of the house meets him and his Men’s Wearhouse suit at the palatial front gate:
Samuel: I grew up here, me and my brother-did I mention he’s dead? Our dad was the butler, we lived in the carriage house, and he made us dress like nerds, can I come in and have a cathartic moment about my dead brother in our childhood home?
Lady: Begone, peasant!
Samuel: Shame about that sinkhole under your house
Lady: What?
Samuel: vwoomp Well, that was cathartic
*Next time: Nathanyler’s remembering the dead hookers in Nathan’s past. You knew it’d be Nathan with the dead hookers, right? *