Episode Report Card Erin: B | 5 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT We Can Be Heroes, Just For One Day.
By Erin | Season 1 | Episode 1 | Aired on 2006.09.25
New York. Suresh has arrived at his father's apartment in Brooklyn. The place is a single room of utter destruction. The landlord who's showing Suresh around says he can get this cleaned up for a hundred bucks, but Suresh knows his dad wasn't a slob; the bad men have already come and destroyed the place. The landlord says they rent by the week, and he'll need to know if Suresh can afford it. He just says he has a job as a taxi driver, because getting a job as a New York City taxi driver is incredibly easy to do in 24 hours, especially when you've just flown in from India! Suresh looks around and sees a roach on the floor and immediately steps on it. Dude. What if that was God you just stepped on? She'd have your ass in a sling and you'd go straight to hell and you'd die! He starts going through his father's files, most of which look like duplicates from his apartment in India. Suresh starts replacing tacks on the map, running strings from them all, showing the amazing amount of potential heroes across the planet. He then spies a cassette tape on the floor. The label on the front says "SYLAR." And, no, I have no idea what that means yet.
Now it's time to meet the drug addict with visions of the future. We head over to a dirty-but-cool looking studio where a disheveled guy is rambling around, grabbing paintings that look like they were pulled out of a comic book. He opens a can of black paint and starts rubbing it all over his paintings, destroying them. In walks the daughter of the dying man who Peter was caring for. She appears in the doorway for a second, backlit. The artist looks at her and freezes. He returns to destroying his paintings and she's all, uh, honey? What the hell you doing? She quickly realizes that he's three inches from throwing a complete nutter and steps in front of him before he can toss more black paint onto a painting of a total eclipse of the sun. And, yes, I am now channeling Bonnie Fucking Tyler. The woman, whose name is Simone, demands to know what the hell is going on. The artist, whose name is Isaac, says he doesn't even remember painting half of the canvases in the room because he was high at the time. "I've been chasing for a month," he says, obviously referring to the dragon that is heroin. Simone tells him to get himself into a damn program and get clean. She tells him his latest paintings are fantastic and he just says they're evil. She's like, dude? Get some methadone, like, now. Also? What the hell are you talking about?