New York. Peter and Claude are walking down a busy street. Claude's laughing his ass off as Peter bitches at him about almost getting arrested. "A little more focus and you'd have some cash and fresh lipstick," chortles Claude. Hee. He's getting all the best lines in this episode. Claude reminds Peter that he never said it'd be easy; in fact, he distinctly remembers telling Peter that it'd be "crap." Heh. "Hey, you've been doing this for fifteen years," pouts Peter. "Cut me a little slack on trying to do it for five minutes." Claude assures him that he'll learn, and they just have to find out what's holding him back. Peter says that the cops have his address, so he's pretty sure Nathan's going to kill him before he has a chance to explode. "You worry a lot about your people, don't you?" observes Claude. "Your friends, your mother, your brother. No wonder your head's all clogged. You're still sunk under." Peter's like, the what? Speak ENGLISH. Claude says that Peter's suffering beneath the weight of all his personal attachments. "All these people who feed you biscuits and pat your head and tell you you're not fit for the outdoors," Claude quips. Hee.
He says that Peter still sees himself through everyone else's eyes, and Peter argues, rather unconvincingly, that he doesn't. Claude says that he'll bet him twenty bucks that Papa Petrelli never thought much of him either. Peter just turns and walks away, totally embarrassed. Claude laughs and follows after him, saying that they have to get all "these people" out of Peter's head. Peter doesn't want to get the people out; they're his family. He can't just cut them out. "Peter can't use his powers without someone holding his hands," snits Claude. They've stopped in front of a wall with Nathan's congressional bid posters all over it. "How can you not punch that face every time you see it?" says Claude. Heh. You can punch it, Claude. It'd rather lick it, thanks. Peter says his brother isn't "like that," and Claude says he totally is, and Peter says he doesn't know him, and this is starting to sound a little like an abused girlfriend trying to defend her jaw-breaking boyfriend.
Claude declares that he doesn't need to know Nathan to know that he's a bad person. "I spend a lot of time moving around people's homes, their bedrooms. You get to know people if you see them when they think they're alone. You see them for what they truly are: selfish, deceitful... and gassy." HA! Peter thinks Claude is full of shit and not a little bitter. Claude thinks Peter is a mama's boy who needs to be aware of one thing and one thing only: people suck. "Not all of them," says Peter with a blush. "Oh, riiiiight," says Claude sarcastically. "There's a girl." Peter says she's not like the "rest of them" and Claude says, "Everyone's like the rest. That's why they're the rest." Hee. I'm serious. All the best lines. Peter just stares at Claude who finally says that they should go check out what Simone's doing right this minute so that Peter can clear his head. Peter thinks that they can spy on Simone all they want, they'll still never find any dirt on her because she's a perfect person with eyes the color of china blue teacups. Claude's like, yeah wotevah. Let's go watch Simone make out with Isaac, you fool.