I loved how he kept smacking his legs trying to get them to work as if they were a malfunctioning tv.
I enjoyed this episode more than most of the episodes in the past couple of seasons- that is to say, I didn’t mind it much at all.
I did have a bit of a squee! moment when the kids started singing the theme to The Greatest American Hero.
She’s Rush Chairman. That’s quite different than being the head of the Sorority.
Freshly self dug from his grave, Sylar Igor’s his way down the road-the middle of the road, to be exact. (Really, though-shouldn’t he be not so ‘wounded’ behaving? Once he spits out his bullets/knives/railroad spikes he’s usually feeling pretty perky and murderous rage-y) That staggering draws some law enforcement attention; an “I’m getting too old for this shit” detective pulls Sylar over for a lurching under the influence citation.
Det: What’s your name?
Sylar: Uhhhhhhhhhhh?
Det.: Buddy, you’ve got gunshot through your shirt-don’ t those wound hurt?
Sylar: My name’s Buddy?
Det: Get in the back seat, we’re going to the station
Sylar: Backseat? Gee, this does feel familiar
Det: Nice bangs. Do they always fall over your face?
Samuel and the carnival-ites, the tall and the small, are feasting on the tradition breakfast of heroes, waffles; the waffle iron being wielded by a granny whose ability is to heat metal plates with that broad side of her hand that you’ll be feeling on your behinds if you kids don’t sit the hell down and eat your breakfasts!
Samuel: We have an empty place at our table ever since Joseph died-
Edgar-Who had 8:15am in the ‘Samuel’s first Joseph reference of the day’ pool?
Samuel-but tonight we will have someone new in his chair. I don’t know who or from where he will come but our family will soon be complete again…
*Edgar and Lydia give each other the ‘damn, he’s insane, and ain’t this unresolved sexual tension of ours a bitch?’ look *
Claire: I’m so happy my life is normal now, no murderers, psychos, or government agents hunting me
Gretchen: Yet
Claire: What?
Gretchen: Nothing
Sorority chick: Hi Claire, I’ve been sent to draft you into our sorority; you’re blonde and perky, so it’s kind of the law. Besides, your mom was in our sorority when she was in college
Claire: Mom? What sorority is that, Alpha Phi Bong? Sure, sign me up.
Gretchen: NO! You’re MY blonde bimbo!
Claire: Ok, you can come too.
Sorority chick- I dunno- I’m the token non-blonde of the sorority- but if that’s what it takes to get you to the sorority house…
Claire: What?
Sorority chick: Nothing
Back at the station house, Sylar’s cuffed to the chair, looking at his arm like he’s figuring out the best way to gnaw through his wrist
Det. I’m-retiring-tomorrow: Buddy, what’s your name?
Sylar: Nellllllll. Ah Nellllllllllllll
Det: Try again
Sylar: (Looks at reflection in table) Antonio Banderas?
Sweet lady shrink: Hi, I’m a psych professor from that university Claire goes to. Let’s get those cuffs off…
An aside? Black lady shrinks should not unlock the prisoners on this show-Jessica tazed the last one
…and get you cleaned up. How about a nice precinct issue gym suit so you look like a police academy recruit when you inevitably escape?
Twenty seconds later…
Sylar, scrubbed up and having some milk and cookies: You’re nice, lady. Tea tastes nice. Handcuffs cold. Did you know your watch is fucked?
Det: types ‘weirdos with interest in watches’ into federal database…
Everyone’s having breakfast with their moms today:
Emma’s mom the doctor: How are you today? Here, hold the coffee
Emma: How am I suppose to answer when you shove stuff in my hand? Do I ask you questions then stuff a sock in your mouth?
Dr Mom: Sorry dear. Now, are you over whatever horrible trauma that resulted in you losing someone you loved, probably your hearing, and made you drop out of med school?
Emma: The neat thing about being deaf? When I want to ignore someone I just turn around and then I don’t have to see the annoying crap they’re talking about. Now shove off, these lawsuits won’t file themselves. Screw it, I’m going out
Emma splits and walks away from the hospital. The laser show created by road crews and their jackhammers blows her mind so far that she stumbles out in front of a bus. Too bad she doesn’t have any super speedy guys giving her the smwoopeye-zoomp, tackle, save, plop to the sidewalk
Peter: Are you ok, didn’t you see that bus?
Emma: Lights…lights pretty. Head spinny (she deosn’t actually say this,mind you; she just does some vertigo/drunk college student stagger-about)
Peter: Lady, I’m fast, I don’t read minds. Can I at least get a thank you?
Emma: Still spinny
Peter: Well, this has been ego-wounding, so I’ll just run off to work now.
Now. OK, now?! smacks his legs awake, fails Damnit!
Ruhroh. Peter broke his fast!
Peter: I’m not fast anymore! Dammit!But hey, I just saw that noise from the trashcan falling over. Wow, you know what this means? Emma has an ability too? And it really sucks? Damn, I have to go find someone with a decent ability, fast! looks up Suresh on the speed dial…
Claire and Gretchen are meeting and greeting their way through a squadron of blonde sorority chicks in short skirts:
Different sorority chick: You were a cheerleader Claire? So was I-Gretchen told me all about you- you must have known each other since you were kids, she know a lot about you. You survived a serial killer at homecoming? Cool. Who though up the name Mr Muggles, anyhow?
Claire:-incoming!!! big pointy heavy flagpole comes flying down from the floor above, right from about where a guilty looking Gretchen is standing So that’s the second time this week I’ve looked up from where something fell from a great height and saw Gretchen standing there. Hmmmm.
Gretchen. I’m suppose to be the one with the freakish interest in forensics, not you.
(Back at the dorm, Claire’s by herself when a book tumbles onto Gretchen’s computer. Being a big ole snoop, Claire pokes through her browsing history and sees Gretch’s been doing some research on Claire, fall forensics and murder suicides. This seems to worry Claire, but why? Gretchen murders you then commits suicide, you heal, she’s dead, you get your own dorm room again. You’ll spend the rest of the semester explaining how you had two roommates in a week kill themselves, but hey, pretty much guaranteed no more roommates for the next four years)
Mom breakfast, part 2:
Peter: Everyone says I’m turning into some weirdo avenging justice loner hero, so maybe by having you over for bagels I can get Noah and Parapartner off my frigging back for a while
Angela: When’s Nathan going to be here?
Peter: Mom? Mom? Mom? Mom? *shake *shake Mom?!
Angela: Later dear, mommy’s busy worrying about your brother
Mom? Mom? shake shake Mom? Mom?
Angela: I said Mommy’s busy! Go to your room and play
Peter: mutters Mommy likes Nathan best, stupid Nathan…, runs off and leaves Mommy to wait for stupid Nathan.
Peter goes looking for Emma, and finds her watching some kids singing. Everyone else is watching the kids, she’s watching the light show-lucky her, the singing looks better than it sounds. She sees Peter looking at the sound light and actually having some deductive reasoning skills, signs to Peter if he can see it too. Now Peter the rocket scientist figures out she’s deaf. Or thinks she just likes to talk with her hands, like Angela does; but what Angela says with her hands is usually ‘you suck, hold still so I can slap you’
Peter: Hey, hey, do you have an ability too? walks away from her into the choir room You see sound as light?
Emma: You retard, I can’t see what you’re saying when you talk and walk away from me
Peter: Hey, you’re deaf?
Emma: You got eardrums, I got brains, life’s not fair.
Det: Grumpy comes to slap the milk and cookies out of Sylar’s hands and cuff him to the table again: Gabriel, you’re a watchmaker who killed his mother, you don’t get any more cookies.
Sylar: I make watches?
Det: OK, there were four pieces of info in that sentence and that’s what you fix on?
Sylar: I have a mother?
Det: Not anymore you don’t. That’s why we’re going to bury you alive-hey, was that insensitive of me to say?
Sylar: Buried alive again? ARRGHHGGRAAA!!!
*Grumpy slams the table towards Sylar, who blocks it with some instinctive TK and knocks it and the Det. out that window to the street that all police interrogation rooms have. *
Sylar: I’m Jason Bourne with superpowers? Wha?
Claire confronts Gretchen: Why do you have all this me stuff on your computer? And the murder stuff? Really not comfortable with the juxtaposition there. And quit wearing my clothes, you’re totally not a size 4. Did you have something to do with Annie’s death
Gretchen: Uhhh, I’m not trying to stalk you or kill you, just, uhhhh… Plants a big ole wet one on Claire, who looks like she got joy buzzed in the butt
Gretchen:Say something!
Claire: If you’ll kiss me while I’m just standing here I don’t even want to think what you’ll do to me once I’m asleep. (Knock Knock)
Flock o’ sorority girls: Claire, Gretchen, we’ve come to ask you to join our sisterhood
Gretchen: This is the moment we’re invited to join a sisterhood? Cool, symbolic!
Lady shrink’s in her car reading Gabriel’s police file (Baltimore has a ‘wanted for murder’ stamp for their files? Rough town) and the lights go out-like someone screwed with electricity perhaps?
Sylar: Lemme in! I know I have a gun, but it’s not like I’m pointing it at you. You said you would help me!
LS:points at file : “Wanted for Murder”? See??? point point some more It’s my first day at this job, I’m not due to start falling for the prisoners for another three months at least!
Samuel: Shirt off, Lydia; time to see what’s coming next
Lydia: No prognosti-tattoo for you, we’re still waiting for the new guy you promised us
Samuel: Bah! chucks away paintrag, which hangs suspended in the air. Ah, darl’n Rebecca, welcome home dear
Sorority chick: de-invisibiling herself Hi Unca Samuel. I’m shoving coeds out windows, knocking books off shelves and setting up Claire to be all alienated and cult-vulnerable, just liked you wanted.
Samuel: Ah, thank ye, luv, but I keep tellings you, we aren’t a cult! Cults have freaky costumes
Lydia and Rebecca:Look askance at Samuel’s suit of the day
Samuel: This isn’t cult-freaky, this is Johnny Depp on Goodwill budget freaky!
LS: Thanks for just kidnapping me and not killing me
Sylar, (where else, backseat): Don’t mention it. I’m not a killer. I’m not even a kidnapper, I guess, I’m not pointing this gun at you
LS: Well, see, you just holding it, and asking me to help you? Implied threat to kill. Just so’s you know.But anyhow slams on brakes if you’re not a killer, prove it, just take the car and let me go
Det. Really Fuc’n Grumpy Now: Hands up! Sylar throws away gun, puts hands up, generates some live current in his right one, looks surprised, but kinda getting used to freaky superpowers spontaneously appearing
Det: Bangbangbang Stop or I’ll shoot!
LS: Don’t fall over and bleed on me!
- Knocked over by the force of the gunshots, Sylar and his gut full o’bullets falls over onto ladyshrink and they both tumble down an embankment. *
LS: You got shot three times-why are you getting up?
Sylar: I dunno- my stomach’s kinds itchy. pulls up shirt, the bullets from the night’s second case of abdominal lead poisoning plunk out of his body
LS: Iamnotfreakingout Iamnotfreakingout
Sylar: I am freakingout!! runs like a bunny away from Det. Grumpy and the dog squad
Peter’s pacing around his apartment, wondering why he gave away the books, TV and computer.
Hiro: blurp Perter Pertrelli? I have an owie. Collapses, possibly from printer ink poisoning
(Hiro, ironically, is the only hero to not be attacked by Sylar- and he gets a brain tumor. Y’know if Sylar gets his memory and amateur brain surgery skills back ,and you ask him nicely, he might be able to take care of that tumor for you. He’ll rip off your power while he’s in there, of course, and then we’d have a teleporting, self healing, telekinetic shapeshifting homicidal maniac. Hmmm. Maybe you need to just take this one for the team, Hiro.)
Sylar, busting out of the bushes into a very well lit clearing: The carnival’s in town? What’s a carnival? What’s a town?
Samuel: Welcome home, my friend. Hey everybody, look, I found our newest family member-he’s here to fix the Zipper!
Next time: Part 2 of The Sylar Identity,(probably the part where they find a clue on a microchip embedded in his hip) and a healer shows up just in time for Peter to power suck and cure Hiro. Or is it in time? Da da DUM!!!
I like how Claire seems to be pretending that season 2 never happened.
“Boyfriends? Nope, never had one.”
“But what about We-”
“NEVER HAD ONE. Nope.”
Well, let’s review her romantic past:
[ol]
[li]Date rapist, ends up in morgue[/li][li]West; arrogant shit, but did help Noah kidnap Elle, so props there. But still, little puke[/li][li]Comic book fish guy; Cute, had potential, but became a fugitive-long term potential: low[/li][li]Sylar paralyzing her and sniffing her hair. Oh, just ick.[/li][/ol]
Girl, skip the sorority; stay in the co-ed dorm where you can watch guys come out of the shower. Or girls, whichever…
During the scene where Peter was trying to jump start his legs, this discussion took place at my house:
Me: Ha! You can’t run any more because you took the stupid, worthless power.
Mom: That was supposed to be her power?
Me: What, you thought all deaf people could do that?
Stepdad: But Peter’s not deaf.
Mom: How is that her power?
This is why I usually watch TV alone.
HA! I never picked up on that - good call!
Hee! It’s even cooler than the date stamp of old that librarians got to wield and god knows THAT was pretty cool and I always wanted a go of it. Maybe if you’re especially hardcore, there’s a special stamp saying WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE. You know, everyone’s kind of getting on Emma’s case about working as a file clerk at the hospital but I bet it’d be a different story if she was a file clerk here. (“Aww man, you get to use the murder stamp?”).
Actually, I think you, your mom and and your stepdad’s commentary sounds pretty awesome and I for one would like to hear more their efforts to enjoy Heroes. I love hearing questions from people trying to follow a show and getting it wrong, it’s endearing 
My flatmate used to find Buffy the Vampire Slayer deeply confusing mostly due to thinking Faith and Cordelia were the same character.
Anyway, that running power is no great shakes in the first place unless you’re a total workaholic or a total wuss who wants to run away from things. This is why they have to give the carnie guy those cool knives. Also, the supersonic flight power could do nearly all the stuff the super running can do AND had the advantage of adding a whole new escape axis if needed and you could drop someone from a great height if they pissed you off. In addition, being able to fly is about one billion times cooler than being able to run really, really fast.
NOW he’s probably pissed that Nathan never came for breakfast! Or will be, soon 
Not as bad as in the episode where the baddies were chasing his mother, she ran into an elevator, the door opened and they were about to shoot, and suddenly Peter flew down the elevator shaft, grabbed his Mom’s arm, then flew the both of them away.
Also, more horrendous fake-cello playing, just like in the episode “Ink.” I’m going to start calling that “false vibrato.”
As for taking the power, I think he has to consciously NOT to take a power. I imagine when he’s stressed/panicked it’s a lot harder. Just like the first time in the plane.
See, I only watch Heroes to please my Dad. This week Mom got suckered into watching too, so during that scene we discussed how a. we too must be mutants because we see sound like Doctor/Mom suggested to Emma as we have color-sound synesthesia b. why it’s a terrible, useless superpower. It has never once come in handy!
Anyone notice that Emma had a diploma from the same college Claire’s attending?
Yup, and the shrink said she was a prof/researcher/general smartyperson from “A.U.” too. Arlington U can be this year’s helix!
By the way, and I say this as a hetero dame, the show could recoup a couple million viewers just by having an episode where Lydia walked up hillsides for an hour. That was one fabulous ass.
Evidently, I need to watch the episode again for this crucial plot point.