Mohinder/Sylar scenes from Parasite Picspam
I feel sorry for spamming my f-list with this stuff but hopefully It's my third(and last) entry for challenge 9.
This is by far my favorite episode of the show.
For picspammy
NOT DIAL-UP FRIENDLY
(Sylar looks over the list.)
SYLAR: So this is the list?
MOHINDER: Yes. What's left of it. Most of the people are missing, or dead. I want to run your DNA sample against my father's formula, and then take you someplace safe.
SYLAR: But this is your father's formula. This is how he made the list, how he found me.
MOHINDER: Yes, although I haven't figured out what it is looking for. I mean, a specific gene, codons? There are three billion base pairs in human DNA. It's a proverbial needle.
SYLAR: Did my DNA help?
MOHINDER: (sighs) No.
SYLAR: Okay, well, Mohinder, you've been driving all night. Why don't you just take a break?
MOHINDER: I can't. These people are in danger. We have to warn them. If Sylar gets to them first --
SYLAR: Exactly. I mean, here ...
(He goes to the map and pulls off a post-it with a name on it.)
SYLAR: I mean, this one’s in New York. I’ll, uh, I-Isaac Mendez -- I'll call him. And you just relax. Just take a minute.
MOHINDER: You're very kind. Zane, thank you.
(The kettle whistles. Mohinder goes to the kitchen.)
SYLAR: You have no idea how alone I used to feel. How insignificant. You've given me hope.
(Mohinder fills the cups.)
MOHINDER: Hope is great. We need caffeine.
SYLAR: So this formula, if you figure it out, how many of us will you find?
(Sylar dials.)
MOHINDER: Who knows? Hundreds, thousands, maybe more.
SYLAR: No. It's busy. (He hangs up.) I'll get him later.
(He takes the cup from Mohinder.)
SYLAR: To new friends.
(They clink cups. Sylar drink as Mohinder puts his cup down to work on the laptop.)
SYLAR: This is good. What is it?
MOHINDER: Chai. It's a special blend my father brought from India.
SYLAR: Who are we going to call next?
MOHINDER: No one.
(Mohinder turns and looks at Sylar.)
MOHINDER: I already have you ... Mr. Sylar.
(Mohinder is blurry as Sylar realizes too late that he’s been drugged. He drops the cup and it smashes on the floor.)
(He passes out and falls to the ground with a thud.)
(Sylar regains consciousness. Mohinder has Sylar restrained to the chair and hooked up to an IV.)
SYLAR: I can't feel my fingers.
MOHINDER: It's the curare. It induces paralysis of the brain. Which means you can't control your abilities.
SYLAR: Whoever you think I am, I'm not.
MOHINDER: You are the man who murdered my father. Do you still expect me to believe you're Zane Taylor?
(Mohinder turns the laptop to show Sylar the article on the Internet: YOUNG MUSICIAN FOUND SLAIN.)
MOHINDER: Zane was killed three days ago--the same day I met you. And you thought you were so clever giving me his DNA.
(Mohinder takes out a tuning fork.)
MOHINDER: You're a parasite. You killed my father and fed off his work.
(Mohinder hits the tuning fork against the table and holds it up to Sylar’s ear.)
SYLAR: Aaaaaah!
MOHINDER: Let me hear you say it. Tell me your name!
(Sylar groans from the pain.)
MOHINDER: Say it! I want to hear you say it!
SYLAR: Sylar!
(Mohinder tucks the tuning fork back into his shirt pocket. He gets up and takes a gun out of his desk.)
MOHINDER: There's only one thing to do with a parasite. Kill it before it kills again.
SYLAR: You're just like your father -- murderers, the both of you.
MOHINDER: I'm a scientist.
SYLAR: (chuckles) Your father said that, but he kept leading me to them.
MOHINDER: He had no idea what you were.
SYLAR: He knew. He might not have admitted it, but after all, we were making so much progress together, why would he stop?
MOHINDER: (shouts) You know nothing about my father!
(Mohinder points and cocks the gun at Sylar.)
SYLAR: I know everything. He confided in me. He told me things he felt he could never tell you. Things about your sister ... Shanti. He thought you were too -- what's the word -- fragile to know the truth.
(Mohinder puts the barrel of the gun against Sylar’s forehead.)
SYLAR: That's why he liked me. You were always seeking his approval, while I provided stimulation. He gave up on you, but he adored me. Now who's the real parasite here?!
(Mohinder stops and lowers the gun.)
MOHINDER: You're right. My father did want answers. He called you Patient Zero.
(Mohinder puts the gun down and opens a tin box.)
MOHINDER: You're the template he used to create this formula. You're the key to unlocking his secret.
(Mohinder takes out a large bore syringe and walks behind Sylar.)
MOHINDER: As much as I'd like to, killing you will not give me what I need.
(He uncaps the needle and tucks the cap in his shirt pocket.)
SYLAR: So what are you gonna do?
MOHINDER: I'm going to take a sample of your spinal fluid.
(He leans in close and whispers in his ear.)
MOHINDER: And it's going to hurt. (Mohinder straightens.) You might actually do some good before you die.
(Mohinder pushes Sylar’s head forward and sinks the needle into the back of his neck.)
(Sylar screams.)
(Mohinder looks at the results on the laptop. On the desk next to him are the syringe and a dish.)
MOHINDER: I finally found it. That's it; these four simple genes, they answer everything. Now, I -- I can make a new list. I can find them, save them.
(Sylar is still bound to his chair across the room.)
SYLAR: (quietly) And what about me? Don't I deserve to be saved? Aren't I just ... a victim too? I didn't ask for this.
MOHINDER: And what would you have me do?
SYLAR: Help find a way. Give me salvation. (growls) Give me that damn list so I can sink my teeth in!
(Mohinder stands up and walks around the desk toward Sylar.)
SYLAR: I'm a natural progression of the species. Evolution is a part of nature, and nature kills. Simple, right?
MOHINDER: What you've done is not evolution, it's murder. What I am doing is revenge. Now I can fulfill my duty as a son.
(Mohinder raises the gun at Sylar. Sylar closes his eyes and concentrates. Mohinder fires. Sylar jerks upon impact. The empty shell casing clinks on the floor.)
(Mohinder puts the gun down and stares. The bullet has stopped mid-air about a foot away from Sylar’s face.)
SYLAR: I wasn't begging for my life. I was offering you yours.
(The binds around Sylar’s wrists snap off. Sylar stands up.)
SYLAR: You are your father's son. So determined, you didn't even notice I stopped the IV.
(Sylar looks at the IV tubing and telekinetically moves the valve on and off.)
SYLAR: But don't worry, you might actually do some good before you die. Starting with that list.
(Sylar walks toward Mohinder.)
This is by far my favorite episode of the show.
For picspammy
NOT DIAL-UP FRIENDLY
(Sylar looks over the list.)
SYLAR: So this is the list?
MOHINDER: Yes. What's left of it. Most of the people are missing, or dead. I want to run your DNA sample against my father's formula, and then take you someplace safe.
SYLAR: But this is your father's formula. This is how he made the list, how he found me.
MOHINDER: Yes, although I haven't figured out what it is looking for. I mean, a specific gene, codons? There are three billion base pairs in human DNA. It's a proverbial needle.
SYLAR: Did my DNA help?
MOHINDER: (sighs) No.
SYLAR: Okay, well, Mohinder, you've been driving all night. Why don't you just take a break?
MOHINDER: I can't. These people are in danger. We have to warn them. If Sylar gets to them first --
SYLAR: Exactly. I mean, here ...
(He goes to the map and pulls off a post-it with a name on it.)
SYLAR: I mean, this one’s in New York. I’ll, uh, I-Isaac Mendez -- I'll call him. And you just relax. Just take a minute.
MOHINDER: You're very kind. Zane, thank you.
(The kettle whistles. Mohinder goes to the kitchen.)
SYLAR: You have no idea how alone I used to feel. How insignificant. You've given me hope.
(Mohinder fills the cups.)
MOHINDER: Hope is great. We need caffeine.
SYLAR: So this formula, if you figure it out, how many of us will you find?
(Sylar dials.)
MOHINDER: Who knows? Hundreds, thousands, maybe more.
SYLAR: No. It's busy. (He hangs up.) I'll get him later.
(He takes the cup from Mohinder.)
SYLAR: To new friends.
(They clink cups. Sylar drink as Mohinder puts his cup down to work on the laptop.)
SYLAR: This is good. What is it?
MOHINDER: Chai. It's a special blend my father brought from India.
SYLAR: Who are we going to call next?
MOHINDER: No one.
(Mohinder turns and looks at Sylar.)
MOHINDER: I already have you ... Mr. Sylar.
(Mohinder is blurry as Sylar realizes too late that he’s been drugged. He drops the cup and it smashes on the floor.)
(He passes out and falls to the ground with a thud.)
(Sylar regains consciousness. Mohinder has Sylar restrained to the chair and hooked up to an IV.)
SYLAR: I can't feel my fingers.
MOHINDER: It's the curare. It induces paralysis of the brain. Which means you can't control your abilities.
SYLAR: Whoever you think I am, I'm not.
MOHINDER: You are the man who murdered my father. Do you still expect me to believe you're Zane Taylor?
(Mohinder turns the laptop to show Sylar the article on the Internet: YOUNG MUSICIAN FOUND SLAIN.)
MOHINDER: Zane was killed three days ago--the same day I met you. And you thought you were so clever giving me his DNA.
(Mohinder takes out a tuning fork.)
MOHINDER: You're a parasite. You killed my father and fed off his work.
(Mohinder hits the tuning fork against the table and holds it up to Sylar’s ear.)
SYLAR: Aaaaaah!
MOHINDER: Let me hear you say it. Tell me your name!
(Sylar groans from the pain.)
MOHINDER: Say it! I want to hear you say it!
SYLAR: Sylar!
(Mohinder tucks the tuning fork back into his shirt pocket. He gets up and takes a gun out of his desk.)
MOHINDER: There's only one thing to do with a parasite. Kill it before it kills again.
SYLAR: You're just like your father -- murderers, the both of you.
MOHINDER: I'm a scientist.
SYLAR: (chuckles) Your father said that, but he kept leading me to them.
MOHINDER: He had no idea what you were.
SYLAR: He knew. He might not have admitted it, but after all, we were making so much progress together, why would he stop?
MOHINDER: (shouts) You know nothing about my father!
(Mohinder points and cocks the gun at Sylar.)
SYLAR: I know everything. He confided in me. He told me things he felt he could never tell you. Things about your sister ... Shanti. He thought you were too -- what's the word -- fragile to know the truth.
(Mohinder puts the barrel of the gun against Sylar’s forehead.)
SYLAR: That's why he liked me. You were always seeking his approval, while I provided stimulation. He gave up on you, but he adored me. Now who's the real parasite here?!
(Mohinder stops and lowers the gun.)
MOHINDER: You're right. My father did want answers. He called you Patient Zero.
(Mohinder puts the gun down and opens a tin box.)
MOHINDER: You're the template he used to create this formula. You're the key to unlocking his secret.
(Mohinder takes out a large bore syringe and walks behind Sylar.)
MOHINDER: As much as I'd like to, killing you will not give me what I need.
(He uncaps the needle and tucks the cap in his shirt pocket.)
SYLAR: So what are you gonna do?
MOHINDER: I'm going to take a sample of your spinal fluid.
(He leans in close and whispers in his ear.)
MOHINDER: And it's going to hurt. (Mohinder straightens.) You might actually do some good before you die.
(Mohinder pushes Sylar’s head forward and sinks the needle into the back of his neck.)
(Sylar screams.)
(Mohinder looks at the results on the laptop. On the desk next to him are the syringe and a dish.)
MOHINDER: I finally found it. That's it; these four simple genes, they answer everything. Now, I -- I can make a new list. I can find them, save them.
(Sylar is still bound to his chair across the room.)
SYLAR: (quietly) And what about me? Don't I deserve to be saved? Aren't I just ... a victim too? I didn't ask for this.
MOHINDER: And what would you have me do?
SYLAR: Help find a way. Give me salvation. (growls) Give me that damn list so I can sink my teeth in!
(Mohinder stands up and walks around the desk toward Sylar.)
SYLAR: I'm a natural progression of the species. Evolution is a part of nature, and nature kills. Simple, right?
MOHINDER: What you've done is not evolution, it's murder. What I am doing is revenge. Now I can fulfill my duty as a son.
(Mohinder raises the gun at Sylar. Sylar closes his eyes and concentrates. Mohinder fires. Sylar jerks upon impact. The empty shell casing clinks on the floor.)
(Mohinder puts the gun down and stares. The bullet has stopped mid-air about a foot away from Sylar’s face.)
SYLAR: I wasn't begging for my life. I was offering you yours.
(The binds around Sylar’s wrists snap off. Sylar stands up.)
SYLAR: You are your father's son. So determined, you didn't even notice I stopped the IV.
(Sylar looks at the IV tubing and telekinetically moves the valve on and off.)
SYLAR: But don't worry, you might actually do some good before you die. Starting with that list.
(Sylar walks toward Mohinder.)