Heroes

Previously on Heroes.

Ordinary people across the globe

discovered extraordinary abilities.

Niki's alter ego sought revenge...

- Must really hate the guy. - He took my son.

... and took the ultimate retribution.

Peter set out on his mission...

I know when,

and I know where the cheerleader gets attacked. I have to stop him.

... to save the Cheerleader.

By saving you, did I save the world?

I don't know. I'm just a cheerleader.

But he was taken by the police...

Put your hands on your head!

It's not what you think, guys! What are you do...

And Sylar was finally captured...

You don't want to hurt me. Go to sleep.

And Claire revealed a secret that would change her life...

- You're lucky to be alive. - It's not luck, Dad.

I have something I have to tell you.

And now Heroes continues.

Are you mad at me?

You haven't said anything since we got in the car.

Since I told you.

No, no, no, I just...

I've just been thinking.

Um... I have something I need to tell you.

It's not fair to keep it from you any longer.

What you can do...

I've known about you, Claire.

I knew before you knew. Before you made those tapes with Zach.

You saw the tape?

- Why didn't you say anything? - There are a lot of reasons.

But mostly, I just wanted to protect you.

Protect me? All this time, I've...

felt so alone, and like some sort of freak.

- And you knew? - I've worked very hard.

I've done some things that I am not proud of to keep you safe.

What kinds of things?

I just wanted you to have a normal life.

Jackie died because of me.

He thought she was me, didn't he?

That man is taken care of. I promise you.

- You and mom knew all this time? - Your mother doesn't know.

Neither does your brother.

- Actually, Lyle kind of found out. - Really?

- Did anybody else? - Just Zach.

Nobody else can know. It's the only way to keep you safe.

That man who tried to kill you,

there are others out there like him.

Who want what you have and will hurt you to get it.

That's why we can't tell your mother. We can't tell anybody.

- Do you understand? - Yeah.

I'm gonna pick Lyle up from practice, and I'll talk to him.

You talk to Zach. Any other tapes you've made...

I need you to destroy them.

The victim was a student: Jacqueline Wilcox.

And the crime scene fits Sylar's M.O.

He took her brain?

No, but the incision in her skull said he wanted to, but somebody got in his way.

They have a suspect in custody, a hospice nurse from New York.

- And you think he might be Sylar? - No.

I think this is.

Judging by the blood patterns, I'd say he stopped here to catch his breath,

and then just... disappeared.

You know what?

Maybe he didn't.

Look at this.

The tread pattern's totally different. These are two new sets of footprints.

- That's the fourth handful of those you knocked down since... - I have headaches!

It's the whole Janice thing, it's...

She slipped out, Parkman. And it sucks, but it happens.

- You've never cheated on her? - No.

- You don't believe me. - Well, statistically speaking,

law enforcement attracts a certain kind of male personality.

- Oh, what personality would that be? - Dogs.

- And the female personality? - Mmm, bitches.

We keep it in the canine family.

Okay, so two new sets of footprints. You think Sylar had accomplices?

With the amount of blood he lost, there's no way he got out of here by himself.

So I guess we'll ask this... Peter Petrelli.

Chapter Eleven - Fallout

Nathan.

What are you... What are you doing here?

You get in trouble, I drop everything and fix it.

Isn't that how things work?

- Get you out of here soon. - What, no lecture?

I'm just glad you're alive, man.

Why did you destroy that painting?

Why did you try and keep me from coming here?

The painting showed you dead, Peter.

And when I got the phone call, I nearly believed it for a minute.

- Yeah, I thought I'd be a hero. - Yeah, heh.

How'd that work out for you?

Save the cheerleader, save the world.

You're meant to do a lot of things, Peter.

Saving the world isn't one of them.

You gotta learn to recognize when life is bigger than you are.

You're not a fighter. But that's okay. The world needs nurses too.

When I'm around you, I can do what you can do.

Isaac, Hiro Nakamura, this girl Claire.

See, I think that we're all the same somehow.

And this bomb that Isaac painted, I think we're supposed to stop it.

But I just...

I don't think I can do it.

That's because you can't.

How can you stop what's coming?

When you don't know anything about power?

- Micah! - Dad!

Stay down!

What are you looking at?

- Anything? - Slept through the night.

I got this.

You lost a lot of blood.

We sewed you up the best we could.

Turns out you're not so untouchable after all.

Oh, no.

No, you'll find your abilities won't work. Not here.

- You're not going anywhere, Gabriel. - My name is Sylar.

Now it is.

Wasn't so long ago that you were Gabriel Gray.

An insignificant watchmaker.

I restored timepieces.

Do you know why I was so good at it?

No, why don't you tell me.

Because I can see how things work.

What makes things... tick. Like you.

We're interested in how things work as well.

Everyone else we've... met has had only one ability.

- You've taken on several. - I guess that's what makes me special.

That's important to you, isn't it? Being special.

- It's important to everyone. - I think you're insane.

I think the infusion of so many alterations to your DNA has corrupted your mind.

- All this power is degrading you. - And yet here I am, alive and well,

and as soon as I get out, I'm gonna collect one more ability from your daughter.

- Sweet, innocent. - That's enough.

- Ripe, indestructible. - I said that's enough, Gabriel.

My name is Sylar!

Options? There are no options with an individual like this.

Maybe I didn't make the risk clear...

- Understood. Of course. - Is it true?

You have to be a little bit more specific, Eden.

I've got more than one house on fire at the moment.

- We're keeping him alive. - Those are our marching orders.

Think about what he almost did to Claire.

I could tell him to kill himself.

No one would have to know.

I don't have time for this. Not today.

You know I'm right! I know I'm right, and if that...

that Haitian could speak, he'd tell you I'm right!

Micah, take that.

Here, take... That's it.

Walk back the way you came.

In the footsteps.

Come on.

- Oh. Like the Indians. - Just like the Indians, son.

- That wasn't the police. - You don't know that.

Dad, they've gotta warn you before they shoot. It's a rule.

The police don't always follow the rules, son. Trust me.

Give me a hand.

Right here. Okay.

Dad, are you gonna be okay?

I'm gonna be as good as new.

I just need you to help me with these bandages.

- You can do that, right? - Yeah.

Yeah? All right.

It was her, wasn't it?

It was Jessica.

It sure looked like your mom.

Mom would never hurt you on purpose.

She just did, Micah.

A couple inches to the left... and...

Dad?

Dad, wake up!

Dad, you need to wake up!

Your brother's pretty well connected.

Even down here.

We had to climb over six lawyers to get to you, Mr. Petrelli.

Are you okay?

My head feels like it's gonna split open.

Help yourself.

- I didn't kill that girl. - We know.

The blood we found on you was your own.

We checked you out, and you don't seem to have any injuries.

Care to explain that?

If I'm not being charged, can I go?

What's a hospice nurse from Manhattan doing at a high school homecoming in Texas?

You some kind of pervert?

My brother said not to talk.

We don't need you to talk.

What are you doing to me?

"Save the cheerleader"?

Too late for that. The cheerleader's dead.

Claire's dead? No, that's not possible.

Did he just read her mind? Is he one of them?

The cheerleader's name was Jackie Wilcox.

- What the hell is going on... - No, Claire is the one that he wanted.

- Claire? - You're not protecting her?!

- Why would you know who he wanted? - You wanna catch this guy?

You need to find her. You need to protect her!