Episode Report Card Erin: B- | 1 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Talk about wearing your heart on your sleeve...
By Erin | Season 1 | Episode 3 | Aired on 2006.10.09
Speaking of buttheads, Matt's just arrived at the local watering hole. The bartender asks how he's doing and Matt, being the sad sack that he is, actually starts to ANSWER him. "God, it's a rhetorical question," says the bartender's thoughts. "Just say 'fine' and order a drink." Matt immediately does what he says and orders a beer. As he sits there, he starts picking up thoughts from everyone around him. The guy at the end of the bar is wondering if he has time for another beer because he doesn't want to go home to his shrew of a wife. Matt, having a shrew of his own, kind of nods at the guy, but since the guy has no idea that Matt can hear his thoughts, he just nods back and thinks, "What's he looking at? Barking up the wrong tree, pal." Heh.
Matt then hears a woman behind him think, "What am I doing here? Am I that desperate?" Apparently, she is, because she's on a date with a total loser who's thinking, "She is diggin' me. I'm in for sure." Hee. Matt giggles because he's been there before; hell, we've ALL been there before. He's kind of getting into his newfound ability and seems to be getting better at it too. He turns and hears a woman wonder if she just disappeared, would anyone even care? Then Matt looks across the room and sees a bald black man staring directly at him as thoughts fling at him from around the bar. The second Matt centers on him, everything goes silent. He hears nothing. Either the man has no thoughts at all, or he's hiding them from Matt. By the way he's looking at him, I'd say it's the latter. The sounds of the bar clatter back in and Matt kind of looks down into his beer, wondering what just happened. He gets up to leave and suddenly grabs the bar and then falls to the floor. Yeah. Bald Black Man is one of the baddies, I'd say.
We switch to Mohinder, leading some cops into Sylar's apartment. Unfortunately, someone has cleaned the place out of every last scrap of, well, anything. Including, I imagine, the sinner graffiti in the bathroom.