Episode Report Card Erin: A+ | 114 USERS: B YOU GRADE IT Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well.
By Erin | Season 1 | Episode 18 | Aired on 2007.03.05
Linderman comes around the counter and moves toward Nathan. Nathan backs up. "I can offer you more than just information, Nathan," says Linderman. "You're gonna win your election. I'll see to that. And two years from now, through a series of fluke circumstances, you will find yourself in the White House. A heartbeat away from the presidency. A life of meaning, Nathan. Think about it. The choice is yours." His statement made, Linderman returns to his vegetables and starts chopping again, his back to Nathan. Nathan holds up the gun, his face gritted with determination. He seems about to shoot, but then he drops his hand to his side, his decision made. Yay, now he can have some pot pie!
Mohinder's Apartment of Pain. There's a knock at the door. It's Peter. He lets himself in and calls Mohinder's name. He announces himself and looks around, but there's no sign of Mohinder. Something drips onto his head and he reaches up to see what it is and his fingers are covered in blood. He looks up, and that's when we see that Mohinder is, like, stapled to the ceiling or something, and he looks like one hot mess. He has only one thing to say: "Sylar." Peter spins around and sure enough, there's Sylar. "I remember you," he says in this creepy voice. He slams Peter up against the wall with his TK and then grabs him by the chin. "You're like me, aren't you?" asks Sylar. "I'd like to see how that works." We hear the trademark clock ticking that signifies when Sylar's about to Sylarize someone, and he points his finger at Peter's head and starts to cut. Peter screams (Milo V. has a damn fine scream, y'all) and screams and screams. We cut to the floor as a fine lock of Peter's hair gently falls to the ground along with several drops of his blood.
Oh, thank GOD the emo bangs are going to be history.
Next on Heroes: Six weeks will have passed, and all sorts of good shit will happen, and if Peter dies, I will hunt Tim Kring down and make him wear hot pants and a tube top to all of his story meetings for an entire week. Don't think I won't do it.