Heroes

Where does it come from?

This quest, this need to solve life's mysteries,

when the simplest of questions can never be answered?

Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream?

Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all.

Not delving, not yearning.

That's not human nature. Not the human heart.

That is not why we are here.

How's he doing?

I'm sorry. Did I scare you?

No.

No, I just... l keep having these amazing dreams every time I close my eyes,

and... Never mind.

He likes me to read him the stock page.

Has he been conscious at all? No.

Been a week now. I think he's close.

A couple more days, maybe.

Excuse me. You know, I don't know what he'd do without you.

You got a real gift. Just doing my job.

No, you're like a son to him.

Now, that'd make us like brother and sister.

Might be... Might be a little awkward if I ever wanted to ask you out.

I'm sorry, that was... That was inappropriate.

No, it's sweet, it's...

I'm dating somebody.

Yeah. No, really, it's okay.

I need to change his lV.

I'm sorry, of course.

Man is a narcissistic species by nature.

We have colonized the four corners of our tiny planet.

But we are not the pinnacle of so-called evolution.

That honor belongs to the lowly cockroach.

Capable of living for months without food.

Remaining alive headless for weeks at a time. Resistant to radiation.

If God has indeed created himself in his own image,

then I submit to you that God is a cockroach.

They say that man uses only a tenth of his brainpower.

Another percent and we might actually be worthy of God's image.

Unless, of course, that day has already arrived.

The Human Genome Project has discovered that tiny variations

in man's genetic code are taking place at increasingly rapid rates.

Teleportation, levitation, tissue regeneration.

Is this outside the realm of possibility?

Or is man entering a new gateway to evolution?

Is he finally standing at the threshold to true human potential?

I'm sorry, I'm out of time.

I know, I know. I'm beginning to sound like my father. I can't help it.

You know, they can fire me, too, if they like,

but there is something to it, Nirad, as crazy as it sounds.

What is it?

It's your father. He's dead.

How?

Driving a taxi in New York City is a very dangerous job.

The wrong fare, the wrong time.

We may never know what really happened.

No, I spoke to him two days ago.

He was convinced someone was following him,

trying to steal his research.

He died because of his theories!

That's crazy! Is it?

The man left his family,

discredited his career, to chase wild theories halfway around the world!

Where are you going? To his apartment, to get his papers, his research!

He was this close to finding the first of them.

His Patient Zero, he tracked him to Queens, New York.

Mohinder, listen to me.

Your father was my colleague and my friend.

A respected professor, a brilliant geneticist.

But he had clearly lost touch with reality!

I've followed in his footsteps.

My thesis is based on his research!

Yes, you always wanted his approval!

And now you're telling me that it was all for nothing.

I'm telling you to let go.

I need to know why he died. I need to know that it wasn't all for nothing.

And then I need to finish what he started.

Hello?

Yeah, yeah, I'm at his place now.

No, no, no, he left everything behind but his computer.

Research, the map.

Yeah, let's get a team in here to bag and tag everything.

I gotta call you right back.

Pervert.

Time to get up, Micah!

Micah!

Micah! Micah!

What?

Damn it, Micah, don't do that to me.

Do what?

Just you need to be careful. All right?

I'm just working on my computer.

The logic board was bad, so I had to build a new one.

A new one.

Did anyone ever tell you you're the smartest little man on the planet?

You do. All the time.

What's this?

It's a pinhole camera. It's for the eclipse.

The moon's gonna cover up the sun today.

We're supposed to look at it at school.

Speaking of which, you need to go get ready. Can't be late, not today.

Mom, I'm already dressed and I've packed my own lunch.

That's what I've been doing this morning. What about you?

Don't get smart with me.

All right, I've been working to pay our bills.

Yeah, that's why they turned off our gas again?

Go grab your stuff and wait by the back door, okay?

Why? Just do it.

Mom, what's going on?

Never mind, just keep your voice down and stay close to me.

Camera ready?

Yeah, almost! Hold on!

This looks like 70, 80 feet. This is so unreal.

Okay, I'm good!

Okay. Oh my...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God! Claire?

Oh, my God.

Claire!

This is Claire Bennet and that was attempt number six.

You get out here, yes?

Mr. Linderman, I'm gonna have to call you back in five minutes, okay?

Thank you.

I'm late. I've got a fundraiser and a drinks meeting. What is it?

It happened two more times.

Sometimes I'm falling, sometimes I'm flying.

Sometimes you're in 'em. I don't have time for this now.

They're not just dreams, Nathan!

Hold this.

I thought they'd go away, but they're not!

Jim, I need this back by 6:00, please. Thanks.

This morning when I got out of bed, my foot hovered before it hit the ground.

Hovered! For a split second, like I was floating.

I'm telling you, I think I can fly!

These all undecideds? Mmm-hmm.

Tell you what, you think you can fly? Why don't you jump off the Brooklyn Bridge?

See what happens.

Maybe I ought to start with something a little lower first.

Just like learning to walk. You're serious.

Oh, I'm serious. You need to snap out of it, Peter.

Go see a doctor, get some drugs.

But do not pull a Roger Clinton on me, man,

I'm eight points down in the polls!

Look, this isn't about you, all right?

Look, something is happening to me, and I have this feeling

that you're the only person that's gonna understand this!

Why the hell would I understand that you think you can fly?

Because you're my brother!

Mom, I can't talk... What?

I'll be there in 10 minutes.

What'd she do now?

She got arrested. Arrested for what?

Shoplifting.

I'm so depressed.

What? What are you talking about? Why?

I mean, I mean, besides the fact that it was so gross that I almost fudged myself,

this is the single coolest thing to happen to this town in, like, 100 years.

Not if nobody finds out, it's not.

Why'd you want me to tape it?

I have my reasons.

It's not like you're not gonna be popular anymore.

Popular?

Who said anything about being popular?

My life as I know it is over, okay?

I've got the Bishop game next week, SAT's in October,

Homecoming's three weeks from today, and I'm a freak show!

You're being a little dramatic, don't you think?

No, I don't think!

I have busted, like, every bone in my body,

stabbed myself in the chest, I've shoved a two-foot steel rod through my neck,

and I don't have a scratch on me!

What do you call that thing sticking out?

Oh, great.

Just give me the tape, okay? Sure.

Hey, I can give you a ride on my handlebars if you want.

Look, thanks, okay?

I'll talk to you in front of people at school tomorrow.

Promise.

Your son is a very intelligent boy.

Gifted, actually. That's not the issue.

His father's not around, and sometimes I think he could use

a bit of a stronger hand, you know?

I work nights a lot, but we can both work harder.

It's not about the work.

The truth is, I just don't know if this school is the right fit for him.

But he's made friends. I'm sorry.

He's on the soccer team. I'm sorry.

I wrote a check for $25,000 to get him into this snob fest.

I was told that that's what it took.

That's on top of the tuition.

About the tuition. Your last three checks have bounced.

Fine, take it out of the 25 grand that I gave you.

That was a donation. And it was very appreciated.

Well, I want my money back. I want my money back, now.

That money went to the capital campaign for the new wing.

It's already been spent. Then unspend it!

I'm sorry.

We could maybe discuss an extension of the money that you owe, but...

I want my money back.

That's not possible.

Come on, baby, let's get out of here.

You're too good for this lousy school.