Peter: Jeeze, how many bullets did they pull out of Matt? I can’t believe how unkillable he is. Shot 143 times on two separate occasions, he’s gotta be three parts Kevlar. Whatever, let’s fish the big man back from the brink. *Lays on the hands and heals Matt up, *
Matt: Whut? What’s going on? Hey, I’m alive? Wooooo! Oh, dammit, no!
Sylar: Hi buddy.
Matt: Nathan! Oh, Shit! Where did you come from? Oh damn, I’m sorry, Nathan,but you’re dead-. you killed you…I mean Sylar killed you.
Evil Sylar: Yeah, that was fun. I so rarely go for the jugular, ironically, it was nice to change it up
Matt: *Shut Up! Go Away! *I mean Sylar killed Nathan; then I scooped Sylar’s personality out of his body and dumped Nathan’s into it. I am *so *sorry…Will you get the hell out of my head???
Evil Sylar: Sure. Call Nathan over
Matt: *No! Screw you! *I am so sorry… Well, sorry for Nathan. Sylar can rot, and Nathan can keep his body. But you’re not really Nathan, you’re Sylar…oh god. Maybe your mother should explain this to you-
Peter: Right; if it’s amoral and leaves a trail of bodies in its wake, mom’s right in the middle of it. Is Noah’s in on it too?
Nathan: I get it now, I have all his powers, I really am Sylar.
Sylar: Come home to papa!
Matt: Get away, Nathan, don’t touch me, Sylar wants your body back!
Sylar: Shut up, Lumpy. We’ve heard enough from you today…jumps back in Matt
Mattghost: Awwww man…
~ Come take my hand, Nathan
Matt: Shit, he has my ability
~ reaches for Mattlar- Duh, okay
Sheriff: No groping the prisoner! ; yanks Nathan away.
Now, somewhere around this point we have hands smacking into hands and poofs of light and people falling down and in the shuffle, Evil Sylar disappears.He’s not haunting or taunting anyone. Hmmmmmmmmm
Peter: Nathan, let’s go!
Nathan: No! *Poof’d-thud’s Peter into a supply cabinet: *Oops. Well, that’s not right. Oh, God, I’m evil, I’m Sylar! Let’s go: grabs squished Peter and flies off
Matt: What the hell is going on? Is he in you??? Is he in you???
*Annie: and the slash just writes itself… *
~ Okay guard, you found me dead, took me to the morgue, and put your clothes on me.
Matt: Well, that was easy-and fun!
Slightly less than nine weeks ago, Mo’s found his way to the carnival, carrying his home made, 7th grade shop class, mad scientist Supers-Spotter compass.
Joseph: Don’t fuck with my brother, doctor; he has a bit of an explosive temper. He doesn’t know how powerful he is; if he knew he’d go all megalomaniac on us, perhaps commit a bit of fratricide…I’m not in favor of that. He suspects that his power increases the more he’s surrounded by specials, but he hasn’t put all the pieces together yet; that’s why I keep him all likkered up.But if he ever got some real authority and a whole lot of powered people around him, yeah, we’d all be dead. By ‘we’, I mean everyone on this side of the continental divide .He’s also been stuck on this Jello Biafra look for the past 25 years, but it’s not like he’s looking for a job or anything.
Mo: So, you think pursuing this interest in Samuel’s abilities is dangerous and I should never let this filmed demonstration of his capabilities ever see the light of day?
Joseph: Yeah, that’s the general idea.
Mo: I have to see him for myself, find out what he’s capable of-dammit! I’m doing it again-the Suresh dumbfuck gene, it kicked in again… I have to fight this! No, I won’t go after Samuel. Bad Mohinder, bad! Thanks for your time, Mr. Sullivan, I’ll be going now.
Joseph: Hey, has anyone seen Samuel?
Samuel, on the other side of the tissue thin wall, next to the open window: Movies?
Nathlar and Peter touch down on some shittily greenscreen’d Grand Canyon
Nathan: Oh god Pete, I really am Sylar! OMG, OMG! If he gets into me-
Peter: Come here, you big goof… and zaaaps up some of what Nathgabler’s got. Flying? Yup. Anything else from the Sylar arsenal? Well?
Nathan: Don’t do that!
Peter: Bite me! Snerk.
Nathan: I like you a lot more now that you’ve grown a pair.
*Mohinder’s decamped to some hotel, he’s on the phone: *Hi,Mira? Its me. You were right, I’m an obsessive idiot, America’s a horrible place for me and I should never leave India again. I’ll be home as soon as I finish burning my father’s research in a motel room garbage can.
*Annie: they still have ashtrays and matches in hotel rooms? *
Mo: Fire in the hole! Poof!
Hiro: *Blink: *Hi frozen Dr Suresh. Let’s just change that film of Samuel for a reel of 70’s porn-and go! Blink
Samuel, clutching a rock: Don’t burn that film!
Mo:Who are you, and why are you dressed like Shane MacGowan?
Samuel: I’m Samuel, and I need to see that film, I need to know what I’m capable of.
Mo, to self: Do not listen to the evil overlord, do not listen to the evil overlord…meanwhile,the film sputters and pops in the trash can
Mo: Never- I’m not telling you a damn thing! Get out. I 'm finally doing the prudent thing and not helping the crazy evil genius! This is a big step for me, don’t spoil it. Hey, I’m finally getting some smarts! This feels great!
Samuel: crunch… Damn you,look, you made me break my lucky rock! Bah! *And in a fit of pique, Samuel machine guns a handful of gravel into Mohinder, who, not so ironically, drops like a rock, if rocks dropped in slow motion. *
Samuel: Whoops. Well, he looks pretty dead to me. I should go back to the carnival to find that other guy who knows what I’m capable of-what’s his name? Right, Joseph! Adios, doc.
Mo: So doing the smart thing gets me killed too? So what’s the point of doing the smart thing? Bloody he-hey waitaminute! I’m not hurt-where’d this kevlar vest come from?
Hiro: *Bloop. *Herro Doctor Suresh. It’s a long story, but you should be dead now. I’m going to take this movie back to Samuel so he lets Charlie go, can you pretend to be dead for a few months?
Mo: Who’s Charlie and why should we let that crazy man have two months to collect more powered people and become stronger?
Hiro: Girlfriend; and so he doesn’t kill girlfriend
Mo: Well, we’ll have to agree to disagree
Hiro: You have to quit saying that. The last time you said that Noah Bennet tazered you and stuck you on a plane in shackles. It always ends up with you being imprisoned.
Mo: I’m not imprisoned
Hiro: You just walked right into that one, didn’t you?
Mo: But wait! Stop! I’m doing the smart thing this time! It’s not suppose to end like this!!!
Peter: So, you think your Sylar? So what? Matt says he cleaned Sylar right out of you, and you sure seem like Nathan to me.
Nathan: Oh, like being a neurotic watchmaker for 28 years, and a serial killer for three doesn’t leave a stubborn stain behind on the psyche. And you 're looking at me like I’m going to eat your brain you the minute you turn your back! I’m existentially fucked, aren’t I?
Peter: Hey, Sylar wasn’t so bad when he wasn’t killing people.
Nathan: Your standards are really low, you know that?
Peter: Maybe you are whoever you believe yourself to be; if you feel like Nathan, you are Nathan.
Nathan: So my evil side jumped from Matt back into me? I don’t feel any different…
Mohinder comes to in a very soft room, wearing Niki’s old straightjacket from season 1, and his customary confused look.
Asylum guy: Hey man, bottoms up. Time for your tranqs.
Mo: Hiro? Oh shiiiiiii
Next time: Tense time at the dinner table at Noah’s, tense time at the picnic table at the carnival, tense time at the card table at Peters’-and Angela’s got some ‘splainin’ to do to her boy(s)
Now, I see a few possibilities for where Evil Brain Sylar ended up:
[li]He's in Nathgablar, but NGL doesn't seem so sure- he's saying stuff like '*what if *Sylar's in me?' You think he'd know when he got all his parts back;[/li][li]He's in Peter- who either got tagged in the hospital room, or when he power-tagged Nath at the Grand Canyon;[/li][li]The sheriff- hey, it got confusing in there!;[/li][li]He was a figment of Matt's imagination/guilt complex; and when he apologized to Nathgablar, that was sufficient catharsis for him to shake off that monkey on his back. Which would mean that Matt crowbar'd an old man to death all by himself :( ;[/li][li]Or, he's just still in Matt lying low[/li][/ul]