4; video

[illjustdieagain]

[filtered to nathan petrelli]

Hey, uh, sorry about the other week, man. I don't know how much you remember about it, but I think I lost a shitton of your credits playing cards. My bad.

[public]

[emergencies and distress signals and shit? who cares? nathan young has more pressing issues at hand.]This is killing me. I have to know. Where the fuck

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Private;

[senatorinspace]

That was you?

private;

[illjustdieagain]

... Not at all! On second thought, I think my imaginary dad was some other loaded bloke!

private;

[senatorinspace]

Your name's Nathan. Right?

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[illjustdieagain]

What's it to you?

private;

[senatorinspace]

Because that was his name. Nathan Petrelli.

And I know there's not another Petrelli on this planet that I don't know about. [Anymore.]

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[illjustdieagain]

Isn't that your name, mate? No offense, but I think you're losing it. You know, totally mental. Trying to eat grapes on the wallpaper and shit.

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[senatorinspace]

Junior.

Look, I have the video of our conversation.

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[illjustdieagain]

I said sorry, all right? What do you want from me?

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[senatorinspace]

You could start by repaying me some of it.

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[illjustdieagain]

Are you going to make me your cock-sucking slave boy? Because I hate to break it to you, but I bled my own wallet dry in my little gambling mishap.

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[senatorinspace]

... Not where I was going with that, no.

You don't have a job?

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[illjustdieagain]

Do I look like I have a job? Come on, man. Besides this whole immortality gig, I've got shit-all going for me.

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[senatorinspace]

We'll just call it a loan, for now.

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[illjustdieagain]

There we go. Sorted.

[watch as nathan goes on to never become employed ... ]