Heroes

Previously, on Heroes...

Mom...maybe I don't have to be special.

You could be president!

Matt Parkman, meet Matt Parkman.

This is why you can't give up.

We're sitting next to each other.

Hope you don't mind.

- What are you doing here? - I'm Rebel.

I'm helping people-- people like us.

So desperate to be someone else.

Shape-shifting... it's your escape hatch.

We should pool our resources.

- See that agent over there? - What about him?

To work with us, you'll need a new identity.

Agent Taub's the perfect choice.

His life... is now your life.

All right, so what now?

I'll go back to Washington.

Take ownership of my mistakes, talk to the President.

Real change. Change you can believe in.

- Looks like you already have. - ...back to this country.

And I promise you that when the President

agrees to meet with me,

when he agrees to shake my hand,

real change...will come.

And nothing will ever be the same.

- Who the hell is that? - Thank you all very much.

Sylar.

Any questions?

Senator Petrelli, could you give us any information--

Why does this keep happening?

Who are you?

No, no, no, little Matty's fine.

I haven't even put him down since I got him.

- Can I talk to him? - Oh, okay.

Hold on. Mommy wants to talk to you.

Matty? It's mommy.

Hi!

I love you, sweetheart.

And I'll see you soon.

I'll get him back as soon as I can, all right?

Look, Janice...

It's really good to hear your voice.

Thank you for doing this, Matt.

Bye, Janice.

Bye, Matt.

Did the agents let your wife go?

- Yeah. - You don't seem happy, Matt.

- Is everything okay? - I'm fine.

I mean, I guess--

Look, Janice was attacked by Danko.

This guy was abducted.

I guess I should be happy she's talking to me at all.

- I'm gonna take him home. - Is that a good idea?

Won't the agents just come after baby Matt again?

- No, this time I have a plan. - Good.

When you return baby Matt to Mrs. Matt Parkman,

all will be forgiven.

I don't think so.

Think that train's already left the station.

That is too sad.

Baby Matt needs a mother and a father.

Maybe you can still protect him.

Help us take down building 26.

- Yes. - This isn't a game, guys.

Danko and his men are killers. Just let it go.

This isn't the Matt Parkman I know!

Matt Parkman isn't afraid of anything.

I am afraid.

I'm afraid that I'm gonna miss out on this guy's childhood.

I'm afraid that I'm not gonna see him take his first steps

or...throw his first baseball.

I want him to know that he has a father.

This little guy's a game changer.

Yes.

Well, it's hard to argue with that.

Okay, Matt Parkman. You go win your family back.

We will go to building 26 and stop them.

Tell us the address.

- No. - Why not?

What are you gonna do, freeze time?

- And then what? - We will stop them.

Well, eventually you're gonna have to unfreeze time,

and when you do, some of those agents are gonna be alive,

and they could hurt you.

Or worse.

I can't have that on my conscience.

Thanks for saving my life. Now, go save your own.

Good-bye, Matt Parkman.

Good-bye, baby Matt Parkman.

One of my analysts spotted Sylar

on a surveillance camera near K Street.

I assured him he was mistaken.

We all know Sylar's dead.

Except for you.

You understand, this is the only way this will work.

Sylar died to give you your freedom.

My freedom. How ironic.

How so?

Last night, I went to sleep as myself.

I woke up as Agent Taub.

I didn't--I didn't mean to change.

I just did. I'm losing myself.

Look at this.

Found an extra tooth in my mouth last night.

Where did that come from?

I'm shifting and reassembling my DNA so much

it's not coming together the same way.

Maybe you should just stay as Agent Taub for a while.

Agent Taub's a nothing.

I don't like being a nothing.

Think of it this way.

As Agent Taub, you can come and go,

kill who you wanna kill.

If you're Sylar...

I have no choice but to hunt you down...

Make your life a living hell.

It's up to you.

Wait.

Good. See you at work.

[flight of the bumblebee ring tone]

# #

I love hot cocoa. Do you mind?

You don't wanna startle me.

That's funny; there was a time

when I wouldn't have given you a chance to be startled.

You don't understand. I can hurt you.

Oh, I understand perfectly.

You have an ability.

What you don't understand is that I'm just like you.

- And I'm gonna help you. - Are you Rebel?

I'm a rebel.

- Why are they hunting us? - They're afraid of us.

They destroy what they don't understand.

What about you, Tom? Why are they afraid of you?

Show me what you can do.

- I really hate to do this. - Do what?

That looks like fun.

Fun?

Are you crazy?

Listen to me, Tom.

The agents-- they're on their way here.

You need to decide right now.

Do you pick them... or do you pick me?

Uh...

You.

I pick you.

Good choice.

Jeez, would you look at that?

Guy's got some ego.

You gotta be you. Is that it?

Ha. Yeah, something like that.

You put me in a difficult position.

I got you your target... and a little something extra.

He received a text from Rebel just before I arrived.

- Rebel's still in DC. - Right under your nose.

That's good news.

I could use your help to take him down.

My help? Or Agent Taub's?

You...

need to play dead, Sylar.

You know...

One of my eyes...

stayed blue for over an hour yesterday.

The past five years,

I've lived eight different lives

with wives and girlfriends.

Spoke six different languages.

But at the end of the day, I still know who I am.

What's your point?

Whatever you're going through is...

an identity crisis.

You can survive.

- How? - Find an anchor.

Something that reminds you of you.

That way when you're feeling lost,

you'll have something to hang onto.

My father gave this to me...

20 years ago.

I look at this, and I'm home.

May I?

Rodina.

Soviet military issue.

It's running three minutes fast,

gaining half a second every hour.

Otherwise, it's a nice watch.

Understanding how things work...

Who'd you kill to get that power?

That's the only one that was ever truly mine.

You special Agent Taub?

So it seems.

Unsolved murder of Virginia Gray.

You don't mind me askin',

what's the federal government care about

some dead old broad from Queens?

Nice talkin' to ya.