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LOYALTIES
(Matt looks around; Ando, Isaac, and Hiro are watching him intently)
Matt: Hi. Matt Parkman-
Hiro: We know… you special too?
Matt: (looks confused) Uh…
Mohinder: Never mind. Come. (He heads out from the gate, and the others follow)
Matt: (walking quickly to catch up) Look, I don't really understand what's going on here-
Mohinder: I know. But you must trust me; whatever it is that you know may help us save him.
Matt: Save who?
Mohinder: Peter Petrelli… I must find him soon. He may be the answer.
Matt: Whoa, wait! The Answer? The Answer to what?
Mohinder: (stops walking and faces Matt) Mr. Parkman… please. Just trust me- what are you doing?
(Matt is staring at him, focusing; trying to read his thoughts.)
Matt: Shh, shh… hang on.
(Mohinder and the others watch bewildered, but they remain silent)
Mohinder: Dear God, he's insane… what have we gotten ourselves into?
Matt: (coming out of his daze) I'm not insane.
Mohinder: (looks at Matt, astonished) Excuse me… I-I didn't think I said it out loud…
Matt: You didn't…just…
Mohinder: Then how did you know? (backs up slightly, looking nervous)
Matt: No, no… don't worry. Its just-
Mohinder: (looking at Matt with realization) It's true…
Matt: Uh… what?
Mohinder: (stares at him for a moment before answering) Later… (Continues walking. Heads into an airport coffee shop) come, we must discuss PrimaTech.
(He sits at a table, placing his bag at his feet. The others all grab chairs and surround the table)
Matt: (looking around at everyone, they all stare intently at him) So… what do you want to know?
Mohinder: We need to know everything you know about the PrimaTech Paper Company; why you believed the FBI needed to search it.
Matt: (looks unsure, but talks) Okay… well… you're going to think I'm insane-
Hiro: No! We believe you!
Matt:(still looks unsure) I don't know… the last time I said something, I got myself into a lot of trouble-
Mohinder: (seeing through it) Then why are you here?
Matt: … I don't know. I just- I don't know.
Mohinder: (reaches into his bag and pulls out the list) I have something to show you (hands him the paper) Here.
Matt: What's this? (glances at it, but looks quickly back at Mohinder. His Dyslexia gets the better of him)
Mohinder: A list that my father compiled; he believed that the people on this list are … evolved humans.
Matt: Evolved humans?
Mohinder: Yes. Humans with extraordinary abilities; brought on by evolution.
Matt: (laughs a little) I'm sorry. What does that have to do with me?
Mohinder: (looks confused) Mr. Parkman… you are on that list.
Matt: (looks back at the paper, and the letters swim for a few seconds before clearing up. He sees his name and drops the paper) What...?
Mohinder: Mr. Parkman…. You can hear the thoughts of others, can't you?
Matt: (jumping up) What? How-?
Mohinder: You read my thoughts back there, didn't you?
Hiro: I knew it! You special, too!
Matt: No! I … too?
Mohinder: Hiro and Isaac have abilities, much like you. This man, Peter, he does as well. And, we feel he is in a great deal of danger… we must find him. Please… don't leave... if you do... a lot of people could get hurt.
Matt: (hesitates, but sits back down) Okay...So, there was this, this crime scene I was investigating in Odessa, Texas-
Hiro: The cheerleader!
Matt: Um… yeah, actually. Anyway, I was interviewing this little girl, and I was trying to… to-
Mohinder: Read her thoughts?
Matt: Yeah. But… I couldn't. Her father was there-
Mohinder: What did this man look like, her father?
Matt: Uh, white, kind of geeky. Glasses-
Mohinder: Was his name 'Bennet?'
Matt: Yeah! Yeah, he uh… he made me feel uneasy. Really uneasy. I felt suspicious, and… my partner and I staked out PrimaTech… I tried to hear Bennet's thoughts… I couldn't. The only word I got was 'Sylar'-
Mohinder: Sylar…
Matt: yeah, 'Sylar.' So, we went and investigated with a team of FBI agents. They didn't find anything.
Isaac: Nothing?
Matt: No… but… I know its there. I think I- I think they had me there before.
Mohinder: Who?
Matt: Bennet and... whoever else he's working with.
Mohinder: Doing what?
(Matt moves his collar to the side, revealing the cuts in his neck)
Matt: I don't know.
NEXT SCENE
(It is morning, about 8:30 or so in the morning, and Gabrielle and Claire are walking out of their hotel lobby onto a crowded New York sidewalk. We can see their breath in the air)
Gabrielle: So, where do we start?
Claire: Well, I talked to the concierge this morning, (hands Gabrielle a paper with the 'Vote Petrelli' Ad on it) and she said that Nathan Petrelli is running for Congress, and his campaign office isn't far from here-
Gabrielle: (laughing sarcastically) Right. And I guess you want to just walk in and talk to him?
Claire: Well, I want to try.
Gabrielle: (stops walking, and people make irritated noises as they are forced to walk around her) Wait? Are you kidding?
Claire: No. I need to find Peter… and this guy (motions to Nathan's picture) might know where he is-
Gabrielle: because they have the same last name? What are the odds that he is actually going to know who you're talking about?
Claire: I don't know… but this is all we've got.
Gabrielle: (stares down at the ad in her hands, clearly fighting some internal battle, then sighs) Fine, Claire. But lets do it quickly, okay?
(Next, we see Claire and Gabrielle gazing into the window of Nathan's campaign office. People run in and out of the front doors, and inside it is a frenzied scene. Everyone is busy and moving.)
Gabrielle: You gonna go in?
Claire: I- yeah… just, give me a minute.
(They stand and look around the street for a minute, when there is a huge commotion at the front door. They look to see three large security guards throwing a scruffy-looking man out. He is screaming at them)
Claude: I have to see him! You don't understand; it's about his brother!
(The campaign manager, who followed them out, shakes his head)
CM: Mr. Petrelli doesn't need to deal with the nonsense ramblings of someone like you.
Claude: But Peter-
(Claire perks up at Peter's name)
CM: Is dealing with his personal issues with professional help.
Claude: I need to talk to Nathan!
CM: No, you don't. Now please, leave. (he and the security guys turn and go back inside. The Man, Claude, watches them angrily)
Claude: Dammit! (To the crowd of people who had stopped to watch) What the hell are you looking at?!
(the crowd disperses, and Claire runs up to him)
Claude: (glares at her) What the hell do you want?
Claire: I'm sorry… I um, overheard you… talking.
Claude: yeah, you and the whole damn city. (turning to leave)
Claire: well… You said the name 'Peter.' … we-were you talking about Peter Petrelli?
Claude: (Pauses at Peter's name, and turns quickly to Claire) What's it to you?
Claire: Well, I've been looking for him… It's really important.
Claude: (sarcastically) Really? Look, little girl, I don't know who you are, but I recommend you leave. (leans in threateningly) Now.
Claire: (looks unnerved for an instant, then regains her composure) Look… you don't seem to understand. Peter Petrelli saved my life once, and I need to find him because I think he may be the only one who can help me now. So if you don't mind, where is he?
Claude: (looks astounded, almost impressed) Well, if you hadn't noticed, I was trying to get into see Nathan to tell him that Peter is missing.
Claire: (concerned) Missing?
Claude: (notices Gabrielle watching from a few feet away) Do you mind?
Claire: No! She's with me… keep going.
Claude: Yes. Missing…
Claire: (looking into the window of the office at an Ad) well, what would Nathan Petrelli care? … Are they related?
Claude: Brothers… biologically anyway.
Claire: what do you mean?
Claude: Lets just say that if Nathan wins that election, we had better hope he is a far better Congressman than he is a brother… Still, I figure he'd care.
Claire: he didn't?
Claude: (shrugs) Don't know. His office is in the back… didn't make it that far.
Claire: …How do you know Peter?
Claude: I've been helping him with… something… you said he saved your life?
Claire: Yeah… I'm pretty sure I'd be dead if he hadn't gotten there when he did… I know I would.
(Claude eyes her as she talks, then, looks as though he's had an epiphany)
Claude: (whispers) You're the cheerleader.
Claire: I'm sorry?
Claude: The cheerleader! The cheerleader… Peter mentioned you.
Claire: Yeah… he did?
Claude: You have the power to heal yourself!
Claire: (looks around, nervous) How'd you know that?
Claude: Don't ask. Look, I think I know a way we can get in.
NEXT SCENE
(Nathan is passed out at his desk; the ceramic shards are still spread out across the floor. The sun has come up, and is shining down on him from the window. His cell phone rings and he wakes with a start)
Nathan: (answering groggily) Nathan Petrelli-
Mohinder: Mr. Petrelli, this is Mohinder.
Nathan: (sitting up, rubbing his eyes) Uh… yeah, right.
Mohinder: We are very sure that your brother is in the PrimaTech building in Odessa, Texas.
Nathan: How do you know?
Mohinder: We've been talking with Mr. Parkman… he's going to take us there immediately.
Nathan: Are you already in Texas?
Mohinder: No. Some of us are flying out in about twenty minutes. We'll arrive in Midland in about 5 and a half hours.
Nathan: Some of you?
Mohinder: yes. Hiro and Ando have other business to which they must attend.
Nathan: well… what are you going to do when you get there?
Mohinder: We're not sure yet… Mr. Petrelli, I think you should be there.
Nathan: (rolls his eyes) You know I can't, I already tol-
Mohinder: I thought you said you wanted to find your brother… anyway, we may need your help.
Nathan: Will you? What? (sarcastically) You gonna need me to fly up and change some light bulbs? Or maybe I could fly up real high and call my bird friends to help us? That what you had in mind?
Mohinder: Mr. Petrelli-
Nathan: No, Suresh. I can't. Okay? I need to get to my office. I haven't been there in about 4 days-
Mohinder: Nathan… we don't know what kind of shape your brother will be in when we get there… we don't know what they might have done to him-
Nathan: (extremely concerned) What do you mean?
Mohinder: Please, Mr. Petrelli…
Nathan: (holds his chin and remains silent for a moment… his eyes wander to a picture on a shelf a few feet away of him, his mother, and his brother; His eyes soften… Still, he clears his throat) I can't, I'm sorry.
(Nathan slams his phone shut and looks back at his brother's photo, clearly wracked with guilt)
Nathan: (to himself) I'm sorry, Pete. I'm so sorry.
(someone knocks on the door, and he looks up)
Nathan: (clearing his throat) Yeah?
(the door opens, and Nathan's mother and wife smile at him)
Angela: Good morning, Darling! Sleep we- (steps into the room, and notices the mess on the ground) What happened here?
Nathan: Umm… got a little frustrated, I'll clean it up.
Angela: (moving to him) Get up, get up, get up!
Nathan: Sorry?
Angela: (looking at him incredulously) Don't tell me you forgot?
Nathan: (rubbing his neck) Forgot what?
Angela: The interview! Remember? That national political radio station… what's it called?
Heidi: Talk USA?
Angela: Right, Talk USA. (moves to pull her son out of the chair) Get up! You can't be late.
Nathan: (pulling away, irritated) Mom, please.
Heidi: Honey, what's wrong?
Nathan: I just… I don't feel up to it.
Heidi: You don't feel up to it? Honey, you haven't been at work in four days. They've already had to cancel two interviews, canceling another one will look terrible.
Nathan: (holding his face in frustration) Yeah, I know-
Angela: Then, get up, eat a good breakfast, and we can be on our way.
(Nathan looks aggravated, but allows himself to be dragged out of the room by his mother)
(After he has showered and changed his clothing, Nathan walks into the living room to find his mother, his wife, and his sons sitting on the couch, talking to three men he has never seen before)
Heidi: (notices her husband) Ah! There you are, we were just telling these gentlemen-
Nathan: (to the men) Who are you?
Angela: Nathan! Don't be rude to your guests!
Nathan: My guests?
Heidi: Yes! They have come to speak with you about your campaign.
Nathan: (eyeing the 'guests' suspiciously) Is that so?
(one of the men stands up and walks to Nathan, offering his hand)
Man 1: Mr. Petrelli. Good morning.
(We, with Nathan, recognize the rasping voice as that of the man who intercepted Nathan's call to Meredith the night before.)
Nathan: You…
Man 1: (pretending to be confused) I'm sorry?
Nathan: You son of a bitch! (leaps at the man and grabs him by the collar)
(Angela and Heidi look horrified as one of Nathan's body guards tries to pry him off of the man. The two other men stand up and watch Nathan intently.)
Angela: (covering the eyes of her grandsons) Nathan! What has gotten into you?
(As Nathan's bodyguard manages to restrain him, the man regains his composure and adjusts his suit and coat)
Man 1: I'd be careful, Mr. Petrelli. You wouldn't want the press portraying you as some sort of madman, especially at such a crucial point in your campaign-
Nathan: (still being held back by his body guard as he tries to pull away) Why are you here?!
Man 1: (smiles menacingly at Nathan as he struggles) A bad temper, Mr. Petrelli, is not an attractive trait in a Congressman.
Heidi: Nathan!
(Nathan looks at his family, as if suddenly realizing they're still there: his mother holds his sons who watch him with terror in their eyes, and his wife gapes at him in disappointment. He takes a deep breath and calms down)
Nathan: (pulling away from his captor and adjusting his tie and coat like the man had done. He clears his throat) I'm, uh, very sorry. I don't know what came over me.
Man 1: That's quite all right, Mr. Petrelli. I understand, after all, you are under quite a significant amount of stress… (Stepping closer) aren't you?
(the two men resume sitting and Angela instructs a nanny who had been standing to the side of the room to take Simon and Monty to play)
Man 1: (watching as Nathan's sons leave) Adorable kids.
Nathan: (through clenched teeth) Don't talk about my kids.
Man 1: (so only Nathan hears) Which ones?
Nathan: (glares at him but continues speaking) What are you doing here, Mr..?
Man 1: Smith.
Nathan: Smith… right.
Man 1: My… associates…and I are here to offer a proposition-
Nathan: Excuse me?
Man 2: Further funding-
Nathan: Funding? I don't need anymore funding, the elections are in two days-
Heidi: Nathan! Let them talk.
Man 2: Mr. Petrelli! The need for funding doesn't end when one wins!
Nathan: I'm not looking for any PAC to be riding my back-
Man 1: No, of course not Mr. Petrelli. We're not trying to sway your decisions… we just feel that New York's fourteenth district would have much to gain should Nathan Petrelli end up in the House.
Nathan: Like what?
Man 1: Come, now, Mr. Petrelli. Clearly, you have the drive, the integrity.
(Nathan looks at his wife and mother)
Nathan: Heidi, Mom… could I talk to these... gentlemen in private for a moment?
(Angela pushes Heidi out, Nathan motions for the bodyguard to leave as well; He does.)
Nathan: (turning back to the men) Why are you really here?
Man 1: You think we lied?
Nathan: Yes, I do.
Man 2: We have been completely truthful, Nathan.
Nathan: I haven't even won yet-
Man 1: You will. You must.
Nathan: Why?! Why does he need me to win so bad?
Man 1: Don't worry about that… just focus on the win. (reaches past Nathan to a coat rack and hands him his trench coat) It's cold out. You should get going, you wouldn't want to miss this interview.
(With that, the men leave)
NEXT SCENE
(The medical technician checks Peter's monitors again, writing information onto a chart and looking annoyed. Peter looks extremely pale, and is sweating. He still looks to be unconscious.)
MT: (He looks at Peter and shakes his head) You know, Petrelli, you're making my life very difficult… Wake up already! (Slaps Peter in the face… he doesn't move) Dammit.
(MT again checks several monitors, then turns to leave the room. As he disappears out the door, Peter's eyes snap open, and his hand rushes up to caress his reddening cheek)
Peter: Shit!
(He once again looks around at his surroundings and groans. He looks at the wires attached to him: some end in needles that are stuck in his arms, some end in pins in his forehead, others end in white sticky patches attached to his chest… all are stuck in deep. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and begins pulling.)
Peter: (through gritted teeth as he rips needles and other things out of his skin) Goddammit! Oh, God!
(Blood streams down his arms and face, and tears quickly follow)
Peter: Oh, fuck! (When he finishes pulling the countless things out of his body, he sits up, wincing in pain, and focuses. We see flashes of Claire's face, and soon his body begins healing itself. When the process is finished, he flexes his hands and breathes. When he looks up, he sees the Haitian has been watching him)
Peter: (jumping off the bed and backing up) Stay away from me!
Haitian: Mr. Petrelli-
Peter: I said stay away!
(He throws a tray of scalpels and needles towards the man, but he easily sidesteps it, jumping at Peter and putting his hand over his mouth. Peter scratches at his hands, but the Haitian holds on. He leans in and whispers in Peter's ear)
Haitian: Mr. Petrelli… you must be silent! You must be silent! (Peter continues struggling) If you want to get out of here alive, you must listen to me.
(This gets Peter's attention, and he quits struggling. He breathes heavily)
Haitian: I am going to let go, but you must be silent. Do you understand?
(Slowly, Peter nods and the Haitian releases him. He backs up, wiping his mouth and staring with immense distrust at the Haitian)
Haitian: Good, now-
Peter: Why are you keeping me here?
Haitian: they believe there is something different about you. Mr. Bennet fears you; he feels you are placing the world in great danger.
Peter: That's ridiculous-
Haitian: Please, just listen… Normally, they simply study their subjects then let them go… but you… Mr. Bennet's boss said you must be killed.
Peter: Killed?
Haitian: Yes. They believe you have been given a power that is too great for you to handle, and that allowing you to live is too risky. However, when they studied your vitals, they found your body would not be able to handle the kind of testing they wish to perform… as long as you were 'unstable' you were safe. Every time you would start to wake up, I would put you under again.
Peter: Why?
Haitian: You must live.
(Peter eyes him suspiciously for a moment, but soon we hear movement from the hall)
Haitian: Quickly! You must become invisible again!
Peter: (Panicking) It's not that easy! I can't always do it-
Haitian: (moving toward the door) You must!
Peter: (focuses… and soon we see flashes of Claude's face, and Peter becomes invisible to all but us, the viewers. He pauses for a minute, clearly surprised that he was able to achieve his aims, but when the Haitian motions for him to get moving, he rushes past him, out the door, and past Mr. Bennet and the lab tech)
Bennet: (as Peter runs past; he stops walking and looks quickly around, bewildered) You feel that?
MT: Sir?
(The Haitian comes running down the hall towards them, a feigned look of distress on his face)
Haitian: Sir! Sir! … He is gone.
Bennet: (enraged, he runs to the room to find the bed empty and the room a mess) What?! (turning to the two other men) How did this happen?!
(The MT looks at the Haitian as if to blame him)
Haitian: I do not know! I went in to check on him, and he was already gone-
Bennet: (reaching for a phone on the wall) Dammit! (He holds the phone to his ear and dials) Hello? … yes. Shut everything down immediately, no one gets in or out of this place until I say, do you hear me? … Just do it! Lock this building down! (he slams the phone back onto its cradle and turns back to the MT and the Haitian, who are still watching him) What the hell are you doing? Tear this place apart; no one rests until he is found! (Starts off down the hallway that Peter ran down) He can't have gotten far.
NEXT SCENE
(Claude leads Claire and Gabrielle around the corner of Nathan's campaign building and heads into the side alley. Gabrielle and Claire both visibly hesitate, but continue along after him)
Claude: (turning to them, checking past them for people) Okay. (looks at Claire) What did you say your name was?
Claire: Claire. (motions to Gabrielle after Claude eyes her suspiciously) That's Gabrielle… You can say anything in front of her that you can say in front if me.
Claude: Fine… look; you can heal yourself; well, I have a power as well. (he holds out his hands, and proceeds to become invisible. Claire and Gabrielle stare, openmouthed. He maintains his invisibility for only a second, then returns to visibility.)
Claire: (nearly speechless) Uh…. Wow.
Claude: Look, I would've snuck into the office to begin with, but I thought that if these people saw doors opening and closing on their own, they'd overreact or something. So, if you two can create some sort of momentary distraction, I'll sneak in and see if I can't talk to Nathan-
Gabrielle: What kind of a distraction?
Claude: (looking irritated) Figure it out! (turns, moving out towards the sidewalk again, becoming invisible)
(Claire and Gabrielle look at each other, then Claire hurries after him. Gabrielle hesitates, hearing Bennet's voice in her head "…make sure you keep Claire away from any sleazy New York politicians." She bites her lip, but soon follows Claire)
(The next we see, Claire and Gabrielle are entering the campaign office through the front door, Claude close behind. The scene inside is chaotic, people are walking, running, working, and arguing; covering virtually every square inch of the building in humans and paper)
CM: (rushes up to them, looking irritated) Can I help you?
Claire: Um… yes.
(She hesitates, trying to think up an excuse, and he stares at her, waiting for a response)
CM: Sorry, Little Girl. Shockingly, I don't have all day- (turns to leave)
Gabrielle: Wait! … Uh… we, um… we need to speak with Mr. Petrelli.
CM: (looks at her in disbelief before laughing) Right. Look, he isn't here; he'd rather risk losing his life's work than come into work. And, even if he were here, why would I let some little girls just walk in and talk to him?
(During all this, Claude moves swiftly past all the people in the office, trying not to draw any attention)
Claire: Because it's important!
CM: (laughing again) And his campaign isn't? Look, ladies. I'm only gonna say this once before I have security escort you out… Get lost. (turns to try to leave again)
Claire: Wait! You can't-
CM: Security!
(Claude has almost reached Nathan's office door when two people who are arguing about something or other move in front of it, blocking his entrance. He considers simply pushing them out of the way.)
Gabrielle: (as she and Claire are being dragged out, kicking, by security) No! No! Let go of me- (as she gets worked up, there is a sudden power surge, and every light in the building bursts. Because it is cloudy outside, the room is fairly darkened. The security guards stop dragging the girls)
CM: (looking at the lights) What the-?
(The two people who had been previously blocking Claude's entrance are shaken by the power outage, and move quickly to talk to some other people who are musing as to the cause. He promptly opens the door and steps in, shutting it silently behind him)
Claire: (seeing Nathan's door open and close, turns to Gabrielle) Let's go.
(They easily free themselves from the hands of the mystified security guards and move back out to the street)
Claire: Nice job in there.
Gabrielle: (staring darkly into the street) It was an accident… I told you, I can't control it.
(Claude groans when he finds the office empty, but moves quickly to the desk. It is immaculate; everything is in perfect order. Claude quickly undoes this; he opens drawers, ruffles paper, and reads memos until he finds what he is looking for; a page with Nathan's home and cell numbers. He looks down at it for a second before exiting the room. He doesn't worry about people noticing opening doors this time, and several of the office workers gape at Nathan's magically opening office door and the mystical swinging front door. Other people are frantically trying to recover lost data on their computers and install new light bulbs. He heads out and back towards the alley where the two girls wait. He again becomes visible)
Claude: he wasn't there-
Claire: We know. His manager told us already-
Claude: But… I found this. (hands the paper to Claire)
(She looks at it, then back up at him)
Claire: What if he doesn't answer?
Claude: Lets hope for Peter's sake that he does.
(As the scene fades out, we see a man has been watching them from the end of the alley, disguised by the crowd and a baseball cap; they don't notice him. He lifts his head, and we see it is Sylar, grinning with malice)
NEXT SCENE
(Hiro and Ando walk up to a large hotel building; The Montecito. Ando looks extremely nervous, while Hiro, as usual, looks excited and anxious)
Ando: Do we have to do this?
Hiro: Yes. (Takes off into the hotel)
Ando: You are going to get me killed. (Follows)
NEXT SCENE
(Nathan stands in a radio broadcasting station, preparing to be interviewed by one of the DJs. His campaign manager is with him)
CM: (sarcastically, as he attempts to fix Nathan's tie) Glad to see you felt it was worth your time to be here today.
Nathan: (pulling away and fixing his own tie) I've had some… things come up, okay?
CM: Whatever. Just go in there and charm the hell out of the county. (turns to talk to the station manager.)
Nathan: (checks his appearance in a nearby mirror)
(his cell phone goes off, and his CM glares at him from a few feet away)
Nathan: (pulling it the cell of his pocket) Sorry. I'll turn it off. (He glances at it; it reads 'Meredith')
NEXT SCENE
(Peter is walking though the PrimaTech building, walking past people and security cameras, completely invisible to all. All the people around him search frantically for him. Soon, he comes upon Bennet and the Haitian)
Bennet: We need to find this guy… he's a danger.
Haitian: Who to?
Bennet: Everyone! … Especially Claire.
Haitian: Where is she now? Is she home?
Bennet: No… she ran off. I have a feeling she knows more than she lets on… she's already in New York.
(Peter continues to watch intently, while avoiding passing employees)
Bennet: I'll get her back though… no matter what it takes; she's coming back home. (he turns to walk away)
NEXT SCENE
(Mohinder, Matt, and Isaac are sitting in a rental car, just outside the parking lot of the PrimaTech building, watching it intently)
Matt: (Sitting in the front seat, his hand still rests on the wheel) What now?
Mohinder: We must find Peter Petrelli.
Isaac: Yeah, but how?
Mohinder: (turning to Matt) You must get us in.
Matt: Without a warrant? I don't even have a badge… what do you want me to do? Ask nicely?
Mohinder: You've been in there before… find a way.
(Matt looks back at the building)
Matt: Fine. Let's go, then.
(Matt and Mohinder move to get out of the car)
Isaac: Hang on, I'll be out in a minute. (pulls out his cell)
(Matt and Mohinder close their doors as Isaac dials)
Bennet: (irritated) Yes?
Isaac: (looking out his window at Matt and Mohinder; they are talking together) We're just arriving.
Bennet: Well… at least one things going right.
Isaac: What do you mean?
Bennet: Peter just escaped. We have no idea where he is… just have them 'sneak' in. We'll take it from there-
Isaac: And you won't hurt them… right?
Bennet: Mr. Mendez, I have already told you. As was the case with Mr. Petrelli, it is merely in their best interest-
Isaac: But you've already brought Matt here… you never told me that.
Bennet: Do not question me. Just do as you're told. Remember what we did for you.
Isaac: …Hiro didn't come.
Bennet: (enraged) What?!
Isaac: He went to find the sword again.
Bennet: He was the one we needed most! Dammit, Isaac- (trying to calm himself) Fine. Just get Parkman back in here. (hangs up)
(As Isaac hangs up, he looks out at Mohinder and Matt, guilty)
NEXT SCENE
(Nikki, D.L., and Micah are walking through the JFK terminal, having arrived in New York. Nikki looks almost sick as she holds her son's hand. He looks up at her)
Micah: Mom? Are you okay?
Nikki: (puts on a smile as she looks down at him) Yeah, Baby. Just tired
(As Micah continues on, a few feet ahead of his parents, they look solemnly at each other)
Nikki: Why are we doing this?
D.L.: We have to… for Micah.
(He takes her hand and squeezes it)
D.L.: We'll be fine… I promise.
(The camera pans out and focuses on a man walking a distance behind him, he has just gotten off the same plane they have. He holds his head down, his hands in his pocket. As he moves past them and continues, he pulls his hood down, brushing his fingers through his hair. It is Ted Sprague.)
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