<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754</id><updated>2011-11-01T08:20:49.295-07:00</updated><category term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 1: The Battle of Twelve Swords'/><category term='009'/><category term='015'/><category term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 4: Kensei and the Dragon'/><category term='Destiny Part 4'/><category term='010'/><category term='007'/><category term='Hard Knox Part 4'/><category term='013'/><category term='004'/><category term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 3: The Trial of the Hidden Fortress'/><category term='The Recruit Part 4'/><category term='006'/><category term='Going Postal Part 2'/><category term='Destiny Part 2'/><category term='Hard Knox Part 1'/><category term='Hard Knox Part 2'/><category term='002'/><category term='The Recruit Part 2'/><category term='011'/><category term='Going Postal Part 1'/><category term='Destiny Part 3'/><category term='003'/><category term='Yamagato Fellowship: A Message from Katio Nakamura'/><category term='008'/><category term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 5: The Mystery of Kensei'/><category term='Going Postal Part 3'/><category term='The Recruit Part 1'/><category term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 2: The Trial of the Fire Scroll'/><category term='Destiny Part 1'/><category term='005'/><category term='001'/><category term='012'/><category term='The Recruit Part 5'/><category term='014'/><category term='Hard Knox Part 3'/><category term='The Recruit Part 3'/><title type='text'>Heroes Transcripts - Webisodes</title><subtitle type='html'>Transcripts of Heroes Webisodes (including the Yamagato Fellowship-Sword Saint Series)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-1361381894383068173</id><published>2009-01-15T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:04:47.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Recruit Part 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='012'/><title type='text'>012: The Recruit, Part 5</title><content type='html'>Chapter 5:  The Truth Within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caption:  Unknown facility, Tappen, NJ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Angela Petrelli and Carlos continue their interrogation of Rachel Mills.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  (handing a cellphone to Carlos) He's onboard, we continue as planned. (turning her focus to Rachel) I underestimated you private Mills, and I conceded this battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;:   (Carlos walks behind her, and removes her IV and wrist constraints.)  It'll wear off in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  I commend you, you're a fighter.  We are a rare breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  I'm not like you.  I'm nothing like you.  I just wanna go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  There's a car waiting for you outside...you're free to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scene changes to Rachel driving a car, and parking it near a gas station; then enters the restroom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rachel leaves in the car, and stops at a gas station restroom.  She has a flashback showing her iat the Primatech Lab, removing the bullet from her shoulder, then replacing it with the vial.  She subsequently removes the dressing, and pushes the vial back out of it's hiding place, and into her hands, rebandages her shoulder, then leaves the restroom.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  (standing in the shadows) This is why I never wanted a daughter.  There so much more complicated.  (Carlos walks up behind Rachel.)  You watch helplessly as the world slips in and turns all of the sugar and spice into bitterness and deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  If you knew all the time, why bother interoggating me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  I wanted to give you the opportunity to face yourself, and in my business it's important to know who you can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  I just wanted to try to find a cure, maybe(interupted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  Rachel, your ability is as much a part of you as the color of your eyes, or the loss of your mother...Leona...a beautiful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  I like to think I'm going to see her again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  Well that's up to God.  (Rachel hands the serum vial to Angela.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  We want to help you.  (Carlos puts a black bag over her head, and carries her off, as Angela dials her cellphone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scene changes to a sweatered woman receiving a cellphone call from Angela.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  Hello Leona, it's me, Angie Petrelli.  It's been a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-1361381894383068173?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/1361381894383068173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/1361381894383068173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2009/01/012-recruit-part-5.html' title='012: The Recruit, Part 5'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-2581107597654351020</id><published>2009-01-06T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:25:51.541-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Recruit Part 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='011'/><title type='text'>011:  The Recruit, Part 4</title><content type='html'>Chapter 4:  Day of Reckoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caption:  Unknown facility, Tappen, NJ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Angela Petrelli continues her interrogation of Rachel Mills.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  I destroyed the serum and killed David, what else do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  (Carlos stands in the background) I have sons.  Handsome boys.  I love them with all of my heart.  (Browsing a file) Were you close with your mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  My mother killed herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  Have you ever asked yourself why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  That's none of you business (interrupted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  Because I think you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Don't tell me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  I think you've always known.  I knew your mother Rachel.  We were girls together.  Laona and I...in fact I was there on the day she discovered her power.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She was very special.  But she was also scared and weak and didn't want to be different, so she chose to kill herself rather than to face up to the truth of who she really was.  She chose to abandon you, left you to fend for yourself rather than to embrace her power and be of service to the world.  It's just so difficult sometimes to see the ones we love in the cold heart light of day.  But you're different.  You're stronger than your mother...I know.  I know you.  I know you went into the service to make your grandpa proud, and know that you had to fight for every good thing you had in your life.  (Rachel starts to cry) Well you can stop fighting now Rachel.  Claim your power now Rachel, this is your day of reckoning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  (blurting out emotionally)  I'm not special! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  There's so much you can do for this world if you just accept who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Caption:  Pinehearst Lab]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(flashback to the prior events with Ryan and David, with Rachel banging on a locked door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Narrating&lt;/span&gt;:  The doors were locked, but you were found in the hallway.  (Rachel teleports through the door.)  I know how you got there.  All you have to do is say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Back in present-day, in the interrogation room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  (shaking her head no)  You're wrong.  That's not who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:   I don't believe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-2581107597654351020?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2581107597654351020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2581107597654351020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2009/01/011-recruit-part-4.html' title='011:  The Recruit, Part 4'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-4887301227814702105</id><published>2008-12-30T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:49:23.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='015'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Knox Part 4'/><title type='text'>015:  Hard Knox, Part 4</title><content type='html'>Chapter 4:  The Main Man Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Matt is working a traffic accident on the freeway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt:  (Directing Traffic)  Let's go.  Hey, Hey.  You can't stop there, come on let's go!  Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Walks up to poking car, and pecks on the window, as the window lowers, it is Knox and his gang.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  (laughs) They got you directing traffic now?  That can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt:  Knox...Uh...I'm gonna have to ask you to move the car.  Come on, let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  I just wanna say "Thank You" for that motivational speech you gave me the other day.  You were right.  I was just a scared little kid.  Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt:  (looks at the occupants) What happened to Bartell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  (laughs) I heard he got eaten by a shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Raises window and drives away.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-4887301227814702105?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/4887301227814702105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/4887301227814702105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/12/014-hard-knox-part-4.html' title='015:  Hard Knox, Part 4'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-2178698052131840795</id><published>2008-12-30T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:49:06.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Knox Part 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='014'/><title type='text'>014:  Hard Knox, Part 3</title><content type='html'>Chapter 3:  Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knox walks in on Bartell, who is curling a barbell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  You wanted to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartell:  I hear you've been talking to 5-0 lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  What?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartell:  You weren't having a heart-to-heart with a cop you saw on Clubfoot Avenue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  Oh....yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartell:  (drops barbell)  Yeah?  No?  You sound confused to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  It was nothing, the uniform tried to ask me...(Bartell punches Knox in the face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartell:  First you try to duck out on jobs...(punches and knees Knox)...now you're talking to the police...Huh?  This makes it very uncomfortable Knox, ya hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  Please don't do this, please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartell:  (Punches Knox again, to the ground)  You're looking for a way out...(draws a gun on Knox)...Maybe I can help.   (Two gang-thugs are watching)  Naw.  This is too easy.  (turns the gun away)  I wanna make this one messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knox starts feeding on the fear of the other two gang thugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartell:  (Starts to bludgeon Knox with a baseball bat)  AGGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knox catches and breaks the bat in half, gets up, and Bartell punches again.  Knox catches his fist, and throws him across the room. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  Oh...yeah....It's the fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartell:  (rights himself and re-attacks)  AGGGHHH!  (Knox blocks the punch, and punches through Bartell's chest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thug #1:  You killed Bartell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:  Yeah.  I guess I'm the main man now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-2178698052131840795?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2178698052131840795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2178698052131840795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/12/013-hard-knox-part-3.html' title='014:  Hard Knox, Part 3'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-465084433589955997</id><published>2008-12-30T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:41:09.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Recruit Part 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='010'/><title type='text'>010:  The Recruit, Part 3</title><content type='html'>Chapter 3:  We Do What We Have To Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caption:  Unknown facility, Tappen, NJ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Angela continues her interrogation of Rachel Mills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela:  ...but only if you stop lying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:  I'm telling you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela:  Fine.  Let's start with something easier.  If you promise to get David Sullivan out of that room, then why on earth did you kill him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caption:  Pinehearst Lab]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(scene change - flashback to when David was injected)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:  David...David...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:  What the hell?  (Ryan shoots David as he growls, he scampers off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:  Put the gun down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:  Screw you Mills.  (She picks up a pipe, and knocks Ryan down, he gets up and draws the gun back toward her.)  Bitch!  (Just as he prepares to shoot, David growls, grabs him from behind, and takes him down.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rachel gets up, uses a flashlight to look for David, and he growls, then charges at her, she teleports across the room.  As David re-attacks her, she picks up a pair of scissors, and David runs upon them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(scene change - back to the interrogation room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:  I didn't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela:  We do what we have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:  So I've noticed.  Now will you let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela:  Yes.  As soon as you tell me where the rest of the serum is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(scene change - back to the Pinehearst Lab)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Narrating:  (Her flashlight notices a vial of serum.  She picks it up, and breaks it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(scene change - back to the interrogation room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel:  Seeing what it did to David, and knowing what it could do to somebody else, I destroyed it.  There, you have your answer.  Now will you please let me go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela:  Wrong answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(scene change - back to the interrogation room, alternate flashback of the prior one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Rachel raises the vial, takes the top off, and the scene fades.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-465084433589955997?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/465084433589955997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/465084433589955997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/12/010-recruit-part-3.html' title='010:  The Recruit, Part 3'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-4339500036300491677</id><published>2008-12-23T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:48:50.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Knox Part 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='013'/><title type='text'>013:  Hard Knox, Part 2</title><content type='html'>Chapter 2:  Get Straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knox is standing outside an alley, attempting unsuccessfully, to bend a large piece of steel rebar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  (walks up)  I'll give you fifty bucks you can break that in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  Hey Parkman, I'm sorry I haven't returned you calls, it's just that I've been busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  That's what I hear...word is, you guys cleaned a house in Hancock Park the other night.  That must have been right after we parted ways....man, you promised me you were gettin' out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  Well I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  Remember the first time I busted you?  What were you like, 14?  You nearly pissed your pants in my squad car you were so terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  So you gotta point here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  Yeah, my point is...you were this scared little kid trying to figure out who you were.  Now all these years later, you still haven't got a clue.  (grabs his arm)  Come on, you can do this.  Just pick yourself up, and walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  There is no door, you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  Yes there is.  You come downtown and talk to a detective, and we send Bartel  away where he belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  Right...then you get the promotion that you're always after, and I get two slugs to the back of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  Wait.  Promotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  I can't believe you've been trying to play me all this time so you can turn me into your C.I. (confidential informant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  This isn't about me, or my career.  This is about me helping...(interrupted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  Matt I don't wanna hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  No no, no no no no...I'm not lettin' you go.  Not this easy.  There are times when you need to stand up for yourself Knox, and this is one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  I talk to the police I'm a dead man.  You know that.  I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  So what are you going to do?  Huh, you going to run with Bartel until you catch a bullet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  Look, the way I see it, I catch a bullet either way I turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  So what am I suppose to do? Feel sorry for you?  Am I suppose to continue to look the other way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(scene shifts to Bartel's gang thugs watching the exchange from a nearby car)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-4339500036300491677?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/4339500036300491677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/4339500036300491677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/12/011-hard-knox-part-2.html' title='013:  Hard Knox, Part 2'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-2495216645243442417</id><published>2008-12-23T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:48:34.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hard Knox Part 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='012'/><title type='text'>012:  Hard Knox, Part 1</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1, "Choices"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Matt and Knox are going through a cafeteria foodline together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  95, 96 seasons...Lasorda's last two years, and by the way, he took 'em to the playoffs both years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  Lasorda's over-rated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh please...(laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  He knew more about pasta than about managing a ball club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  Well yeah, but you don't dis Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:   I gotta fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caption:  18 months ago]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  Bartel still gotcha on a leash, huh?  You said you were gettin' out Knox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  I am.  (Matt: yeah)  I am.  It's not just something you walk away from.  How would the police feel if you just called up one day, and said, "I'm quittin'"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt;:  Hey ya know what...if I did that...there probably wouldn't be too many complaints.  Just because I've know you since you had baby teeth, doesn't mean I won't bust you if I catch you doing something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  Thanks for the taco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Later in a room with a bunch of gang thugs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartel, Knox's Gang Thug Leader&lt;/span&gt;:  (grabbing a few guns off the table, passing them out to other thugs.)  It's a McMansion in Hancock Park.  You know, jewelry, cash, computers...that kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gang Thug 1&lt;/span&gt;:  You sure nobodies home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartel&lt;/span&gt;:  If there is, I hope they like guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  If it's cool, I think I might sit this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartel&lt;/span&gt;:  What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  I've been thinking lately about slowin' down a little...I mean, you guys could split the take four ways, right?  I mean if it's cool with you, "B"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartel&lt;/span&gt;:  Sure man, it's cool.  (grabs Knox by the neck)  You want out?  One bullet and you're out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  That's not what I meant.  I just thought that makes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartel&lt;/span&gt;:  (Interupts) Enough.  You working another crew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  No, you're the main man B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartel&lt;/span&gt;:  This ain't trade school, you feel me?  You don't call in sick.  And I aint sending out four guys to do a five guy job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  I'm down with you....no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bartel&lt;/span&gt;:  (spins and puts gun to the throat of Thug 1) Anybody else wanna take the day off?  Huh? (puts the gun on another thugs throat) Hey?  (puts the gun on a third thugs throat) You?  (back to Knox)  Let's do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As the Bartel put the gun to each man's throat, Knox picked up on their fear, and increasingly bent a steel crowbar he was holding until it was nearly U-shaped.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knox&lt;/span&gt;:  Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-2495216645243442417?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2495216645243442417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2495216645243442417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/12/010-hard-knox-part-1.html' title='012:  Hard Knox, Part 1'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-4606932767921894426</id><published>2008-12-23T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T07:30:26.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Recruit Part 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='009'/><title type='text'>009:  The Recruit, Part 2</title><content type='html'>Chapter 2:  It was nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a recap of the end of Part 1 is shown with David yelling an alert to Rachel as the ceiling begins to fall on top of her, and she teleports across the room to his side; then tells him it was nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Caption:  Unknown facility - Tappen, NJ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rachel is again shown sitting at the table with injured shoulder, and iv, strapped to the chair where Angela Petrelli had interrogated her in the prior webisode.  This time, she is alone in the room with a large black man standing infront of her against the wall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Who are you?  Where is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;:  Mrs. Petrelli will return as soon as you are ready to tell her where the serum is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Go to hell.  (she winces from her shoulder injury, and pulls on her hand-straps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;:  (Walks toward her, showing a horshoe tattoo on his right forearm.)  Those are for your own protection.   The drug (refering to the iv) neutralizes your ability...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  I don't have an ability.  I already told you, I'm not special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(flashback to the Pinehearst lab just after her teleportation scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;:  You should have told me you can do whatever it was you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:   I told you nothing happened.  nothing. (she ties a splint to his wounded leg)  I'm still me.  Ok?  Stand up.  Come on.  (she helps pull him up)  There ya go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ryan re-emerges...holding two vials of the serum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Ryan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;:  You Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Where's the third vial?  Did you inject yourself with the serum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;:  Damn right I did.  I heard that Tracy chick say it would make us into super-soldiers.  I figured it might help fix this.  (lifts up his shirt to show a large abdomen laceration.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;:  We need to get the hell out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;:  We're locked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  You feel anything yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;:  No, maybe I'm immune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Let David try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;:  Why should I?  (draws the vials away in a protected stance as David winces from pain.  Rachel grabs one and starts to inject David, as Ryan draws a pistol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;:  Where the hell did you get that from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;:  Give me the damn serum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  You've had your shot. (As she injects David, Ryan shoots, wounding her in the shoulder.   David falls to the ground convulsing from the injection.)  David...David?  What's wrong?  (He looks at her and appears to roar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;:  (in reaction to David) What the hell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-4606932767921894426?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/4606932767921894426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/4606932767921894426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/12/009-recruit-part-2.html' title='009:  The Recruit, Part 2'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-799025852078124680</id><published>2008-12-16T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:16:54.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Recruit Part 1'/><title type='text'>008:  The Recruit, Part 1</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1:  Private Mills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Introduction:  One month ago...as part of a secret government operation, Pinehearst Research recruited 50 marines.  These marines were to be injected with experimental serum to aid in apprehending people with "Special" abilities.  These "Specials" pose a threat to society.  ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unknown facility - Tappen, NJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel Mills&lt;/span&gt;:  (strapped to a chair, with iv and shoulder wound noticeable) I told you I don't have it.  Maybe somebody took your damned serum to find a cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Petrelli&lt;/span&gt;:  That serum, was not part of the program that recruited you.  It's an inferior formula, and it's dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  I'm telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  Well truth is a relative thing my dear, you'll come to learn that in life, if you live long enough.  And with truth, sometimes come pain.  Life, death, truth, pain.  They're all related.  I am sorry about your pain.  (touches injured shoulder as Rachel winces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  I'm fine.  I...I...(flashback to when the injury happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  You have no idea how much worse this will be unless I get that serum back.  Now, where is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pinehearst Lab - 12 hours earlier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Hanover&lt;/span&gt;:  (carrying some syringes of the serum)  This is bull.  Recruiting girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh yeah, well this girl...served her country just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;:  You are nothing like me, PRIVATE Mills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Sullivan&lt;/span&gt;:  Dude, relax...she's on our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ryan exits, bumping into Mill's shoulder on purpose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mills&lt;/span&gt;:  Go to hell, Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;:  When the time comes, you get injected, first! (waving serum at her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Fine, would you think I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They are interrupted by a blue-flamed explosion that destroys the room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;:  (inaudible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Where's Ryan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;:  I don't know.  (pinned under a concrete column.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh my God, Oh God.  (tries to lift column)  Come one...(strains) come on...(no luck).  OK, listen to me.  I'm gonna get you out of here, alright?  (building quakes...she goes to other side of room, and grab the remaining serums)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;:  (inaudible)  Look Out.  (ceiling above Rachel collapses, and she teleports across the room to safety as he watches.)  Oh my God.  What was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt;:  It was nothing.  It was nothing David.  You know you have to believe me, you have to believe me.  You have to trust me OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-799025852078124680?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/799025852078124680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/799025852078124680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/12/007-recruit-part-1.html' title='008:  The Recruit, Part 1'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-2387211831698414720</id><published>2008-12-02T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:16:36.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny Part 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='007'/><title type='text'>007: Destiny Part 4, Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  We're getting out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  How do I know that this is real, that it isn't some kind of a test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  You don't.  You'll just have to trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She attempts to open a door but it is locked, blocking their escape.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Why should I?  You're the reason I'm here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  You don't belong here Santiago, and neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  When I held that gun in my hand...I felt different.   Part of me just wanted to pull that trigger.  Maybe I'm just like my father...a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  No.  I met your father.  He was a proud, brave man...but they destroyed him.  Every day, every mission, they took another piece of him until there was nothing left.  I feel it happening to me.  They're changing me.  I don't want it to happen to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They kiss, and she disappears, leaving a water drop on Santiago's lips...then as she opens the locked door from the other side, a red laser sight appears on her forehead, and three agents begin to shoot at them.  Santiago sees the bullets coming in slowly, anticipates the outcome, and hurridly grabs her and they flee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious Looking Woman&lt;/span&gt;:  (on cellphone, standing beside shooters.)  We have two runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Santiago and Elisa flee into an outside alley, and Santiago looks around, unsure of his location.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Where the hell are we?  One minute I was in Peru, and now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  And now you're in Chicago.  Chicago's where we train...we have agents all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I need to get home, to my mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A car screams down the alley, and just as it would hit them, Elisa pushes him out of the way, and turns to water as the car crashes by.  The scene changes, and they are now entering Santiago's church in Peru.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Mom.  (He puts his hand on her shoulder as she is praying, startling her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  (turns in excitement and relief) Santiago.  Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Mother there is something I need to talk to you about.  This is my friend Elisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  Pleased to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  Are you in some kind of trouble with this girl Santiago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Actually Yes, but it's not what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  OK, I'm listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  It's a kinda hard thing to explain...Momma, I think Poppy had some secrets.  He worked for an organization, a secret organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  Your father is not the only one keeping secrets.  (produces fire in her palm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Why didn't you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  I had to protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  So what do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  We gotta get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  No.  Now that they know about you, we can't run.  Not anymore.  It's time to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Santiago gets a text message saying, "Come outside, and you'll see the truth")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I forgot something, I'll be right back.  (He goes outside alone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious Looking Woman&lt;/span&gt;: (outside answers her cellphone)  Are they there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hitman&lt;/span&gt;:  (hiding in the church) Oh I see them, the boy's coming your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious Looking Woman&lt;/span&gt;: Good, we'll need to eliminate them all. (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A fast blur like Santiago makes flashes behind her, and she turns.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious Looking Woman&lt;/span&gt;: Edward?  I thought you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;:  And I thought you and I had an agreement, my family were to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious Looking Woman&lt;/span&gt;: They found out about Santiago, what he can do.  I didn't have any choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;:  I staged my own death, to get out of this life.  To protect my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious Looking Woman&lt;/span&gt;: There are never any guarantees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;:  So you betrayed me, after all we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious Looking Woman&lt;/span&gt;: Like I said, I had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;:  No, but you are responsible.  And we always have choice.  (Edward evokes a ball of electricity between his hands, and blast her to the ground with it, as Santiago walks up.)  Santiago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Papa?  (they embrace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As they walk away, the Serious Looking Woman lies smoldering and arcing on the ground, her eyes open, and she squeezes a key in her grip as the scene fades.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-2387211831698414720?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2387211831698414720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2387211831698414720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/12/007-destiny-part-4-escape.html' title='007: Destiny Part 4, Escape'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-6638749471795671448</id><published>2008-11-25T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:29:07.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny Part 3'/><title type='text'>006:  Destiny Part 3, Capture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Santiago is seated in a wheel chair, in a dark room of a large building at night.  A watchlight scans past the windows at regular intervals.  From behind him, Elisa and the Serious looking woman are talking to one another.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  You're attracted to him...aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  He's a project...just like the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  I wanna believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Santiago begins to awaken as the watchlight agitates his eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  He's waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  You know the protocol...extreme caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Where am I?  What the hell did you do to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  Relax.  We can explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  (standing up weakly from the wheelchair)  I'm getting out of here, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Santiago invokes his power, running through the building looking for a way out.  He briefly slows to notice the Serious looking woman, then continues searching for an escape.  When he finds all doors locked, he returns to Elisa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  You have a gift Santiago.  We want to help you make the most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  (to Elisa) Who is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  You're not alone.  There are others out there like you.  Each of us has a gift.  We want you to be apart of something much larger than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  This is how you ask?  By kidnapping me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  We've learned it's better to apologize, than to ask for permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  How did you know about me?  I didn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  We merely followed the law of probability.  You inherited your gift from your father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  There are so many things you don't know yet Santiago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  Your power is called accelerated probability.  First you can slow things down, see the path...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  ...and then "zip", you're there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  We want you to take your father's place.  Carry on his legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  We'll show you.  (sets up a film projector)  These people have recently been deemed as targets.  It was your father's job to find them and deal with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  When you say deal with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  You're meant to kill them of course.  Your father was very good at it...he never missed his mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  You're saying my father did this, for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  We have other means of persuasion.  Let's hope it doesn't have to come to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  You've been given a gift Santiago.  We're offering you a future, a purpose.  We're trying to make the world a better place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  (to Elisa) You're a killer too?  (long silent pause)  I'm not killing anyone...ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  I'm not giving you that choice.  (draws a pistol)  On the count of three, a bullet will exit this chamber, and if you choose not to use your powers, it will penetrate your skull.  One...Two...(Bang:  she fires early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As the bullet leaves the chamber, Santiago runs out of the way, takes the gun from her hand, runs behind her, cocks the trigger, and points it to her own skull.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  You want me to be a killer?  Well I've just found my first victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  Santiago don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Why not?  You kidnap me.  You lock me up.  You torture me.  Give me one good reason not to blow her head off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Serious looking woman shows a video of his mother to him on her phone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  It's your mother...shoot me and she dies.  It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  This is how you got to my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  As I said, we can be very persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Who's my first target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Afterward, Santiago is taking a shower.  Elisa materializes behind him out of the water.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  (She puts her fingers over his lips denoting to be quiet) Saving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She turns him around and the kiss...the watchlight is still seen scanning in the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-6638749471795671448?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/6638749471795671448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/6638749471795671448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/006-destiny-part-3-capture.html' title='006:  Destiny Part 3, Capture'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-8056188844840060080</id><published>2008-11-23T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:31:14.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny Part 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='005'/><title type='text'>005: Destiny Part 2, Intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Soccer game is in play, and opposing team scores tying goal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esteban&lt;/span&gt;:  You're telegraphing your passes, you let him get infront of you.  You gotta be thinking three moves ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I know.  I know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esteban&lt;/span&gt;:  OK, scores tied, thirty seconds left, we win this we win the championship...and the money.  $500 mile soles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I don't play for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esteban&lt;/span&gt;:  Sure you do, how else are you gonna take out that sweet little thing over there.  (motions toward Elisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;: What if I can tell you I can guarantee a win.  On one condition.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esteban&lt;/span&gt;:  What's that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  We get the team to donate all the winnings to the needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esteban&lt;/span&gt;:  Fine.  But I get to keep the trophy.  OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Let's do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Ball is put into play, and Santiago uses his ability to see each players perspective on the field, and positions himself in the right spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Estaban, over here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Santiago receives the pass and makes the winning goal as time runs out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  (on cellphone, walking with Elisa)  It was amazing mama, I could see everything, yeah the goal was right infront of me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;: (replying on cellphone)  I'm so proud of you hijo(Spanish: "son"),  Will I see you for dinner?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Ummmm, well I might be a bit late.  Yeah, I'm gonna be celebrating.  Yeah, with friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  (with tournament winnings) I can't believe you did this, all for my parents, its too generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I told you.  Your prayers have been answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  What did you mean when you said you could see everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh, I don't know.  My mother is always telling me that I don't know which way I am headed.  But right now I think I know what I am supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  Do you believe in God Elisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I suppose, why do you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  Cause I think He is here, all around us.  I think He wants me to make a difference.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I'm not sure I understand.  But I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(They kiss, revealing Elisa holding a blue syringe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  What are you doing?  (Santiago uses his ability to rapidly flee.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(After running a considerable distance, he slows to a walk to catch his breath, and Elisa in the form of water, emerges beside him from under a doorway, and reforms again with the syringe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  What are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Blue taser fire erupts from the Serious looking woman, blindsiding Santiago, and taking him to the ground.  She walks up to meet Elisa and speaks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  Gotcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-8056188844840060080?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/8056188844840060080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/8056188844840060080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/desting-part-2-intervention.html' title='005: Destiny Part 2, Intervention'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-3587817874868195300</id><published>2008-11-22T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:30:56.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destiny Part 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='004'/><title type='text'>004: Destiny Part 1, Let Us Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Caption:  Baranco - Lima, Peru)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;:  You are late Santiago, tell me that is not the sacrificial wine?  You need to be more responsible Santiago, people are counting on you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I need this light to change already.  (light changes)  See you at church Maria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Elisa on moped buzzes him on the street, causing him to fall and drop the wine and soccer ball; he uses his ability to avoid a delivery truck, and to catch the wine before it hits the ground)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maria&lt;/span&gt;:  (handing him his cleats and soccer ball) What just happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  (no reply, just a confused look)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Later in the Catholic Church, Santiago joins his mother Iris and they sit together and listen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father Juan&lt;/span&gt;:  God's blessings are abundant.  But there are many who suffer, while others feast.  The Bible teaches us that if we give, we shall receive...(continues on in the background while Santiago and Iris talk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  Stop fidgeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father Juan&lt;/span&gt;:  ...to help those in need.  If you will look around you, you will see that the need is very great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I just have alot on my mind right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  Your father was right, you're a dreamer Santiago.  You can't go through life without direction.  You need purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father Juan&lt;/span&gt;:  ...Let us pray.  (begins praying in Latin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I know i need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  (Iris interupts him, motioning with her finger to be quiet for the prayer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Afterward, outside the church)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  Santiago, there's a world of opportunity in front of you, can't you see it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Actually I can (laughs) I really can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  Something is different...what is it?  What happened?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  A miracle, mama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  Is that so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  I'm on my way to church, and this truck was about to hit me and...it didn't.  I escaped somehow, and I just...I'm not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  God watches over all of us and there's a reason he saved you; and you need to find that reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Santiago looks away from Iris and sees Elisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Yeah, I gotta go mama, bye.  (kiss goodbye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;:  Be home for dinner.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Santiago uses his ability to hurridly run across the street and come up behind Elisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Hey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  Where did you come from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Church.  I'm Santiago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  Elisa.  I'm not sure how you did that, but it's nice to meet you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Elisa walks off, by the 'Serious looking woman', and Santiago catches back up to Elisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Did you just move here?  I mean, I think I would have noticed someone as pretty as you before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  I was away at school I...came back to help my folks when my father got sick.  They don't have the money to pay for rent.  I went to church to pray for answers.  Stupid right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  No.  Not at all.  There are many who suffer, while others feast.  Father Juan said that in his sermon today.  We have to help each other.  I think he's right, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Another soccer team-mate interupts, running between them eyeing Elisa, handing Santiago a jersey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esteban&lt;/span&gt;:  Move your ass conqueto&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(English: flirt)&lt;/span&gt;!  The game's starting.  Woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Gotta go.  You should stick around.  I have a feeling your prayers are gonna be answered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  And how would you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santiago&lt;/span&gt;:  Just an instinct.  (runs off with the team dribbling the ball)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Elisa walks back to the 'Serious looking woman')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  Well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;:  He's ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serious looking woman&lt;/span&gt;:  Good...get close to him.  Just be careful,  Understood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Elisa disappears into a plume of water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-3587817874868195300?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/3587817874868195300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/3587817874868195300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/desting-part-1-let-us-pray.html' title='004: Destiny Part 1, Let Us Pray'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-4325943590536600515</id><published>2008-11-22T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:37:19.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Postal Part 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='003'/><title type='text'>004: Going Postal Part 3, Let's Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Knock, Knock, Knock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;:  We're outta time...you gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;:  No, not without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;:  Look it's me that they want.  Take my car, take these.  (hands her a pair of earplugs)  Here, put these in your ears, and meet me at the cafe on Newberry...alright, if I'm not there in 30 minutes...take off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;:  no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;:  Don't stop driving.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;:  How will I find you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;:  I'll find you.  Alright?  Rain or shine, I promise!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;:  Rain or shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man Outside Door&lt;/span&gt;:  Mr. DeMille, we know you're inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knock, Knock, Knock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;: What are you gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;:  Tell these guys to get the hell off my front porch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(they kiss goodbye, and she scoops up their cat, and runs out the back door)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Knock, Knock, Knock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Gina gets in the car, and inserts the earplugs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Knock, Knock, Knock...as Echo finally goes and opens the door)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;:  I wasn't expecting company.  (Two black-suited men enter the room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taller Agent&lt;/span&gt;:  We just want to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;:  Naw....you're gonna listen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Echo roars the loudest yet, and a huge soundwave envelopes the house, even rushing past Gina in the car, luckily with earplugs in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Caption:  13 weeks later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(In Primatech Level 5, Angela Petrelli walks up to see a cell with a  strapped and gagged Echo DeMille)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  Echo, Echo, Echo.  You always were the mouthy one.  I guess some things never change.  Welcome home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Echo attempts to scream, but cannot overcome his facial bindings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;:  Sssshhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-4325943590536600515?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/4325943590536600515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/4325943590536600515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-postal-chapter-3-lets-talk.html' title='004: Going Postal Part 3, Let&apos;s Talk'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-7075156893367673183</id><published>2008-11-22T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:30:19.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Postal Part 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='002'/><title type='text'>002: Going Postal Part 2, The House Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Echo still running from the Constrictor, runs into a familiar house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Gina (searching rooms),  Gina...(finds her in the bathroom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  You're late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Baby wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  I hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Gina something's happened...I think I killed a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  There's something I haven't told you.  About this think that I can do.  It's like sounds that I can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Yea, yea, except today it was really loud.  Like shatter your eardrums loud.  It was, it was scary.  It was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Baby slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Gina listen to me...get dressed, we're leaving.  You gotta trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  I trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Echo goes and rummages through some drawers and finds a pair of earplugs, then notices the front door standing open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Gina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Echo searches through the house, hears Gina whimper "Oh", then finds her wrapped in the arms of the Constrictor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  OK, please...just let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Constrictor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Now why would I let her go?  I'm just getting to the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  I said, let her go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Ough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  RRROOOAAARRR!!!!  (As they crumple to the ground, he grabs Gina away from the crouching Constrictor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  (grabbing the still stunned Constrictor by the throat)  Is this the fun part?  RRROOOAAARRR!!! (focused into the Constrictor's ear, blowing blood out the other side, who falls dead in the floor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Hey, you OK? You OK baby?  You OK?  Sssshhh.  Sssshhh.  Sssshhh.  I'll protect you.  We need to run, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Knock, Knock, Knock on the door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Oh shi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-7075156893367673183?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/7075156893367673183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/7075156893367673183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-postal-part-2-house-guest.html' title='002: Going Postal Part 2, The House Guest'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-6779890237039361700</id><published>2008-11-22T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:51:13.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Postal Part 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='001'/><title type='text'>001: Going Postal Part 1, A Nifty Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Echo Demille, wearing a mailman uniform and running...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...then cornered in an alley by a barking Doberman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah....You're not bothered by the cliche of this, you being a dog, me being a black man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more barking and growling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  It doesn't have to be like this.  You could roll over...I could scratch your belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more barking and growling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Look, you've had your chance, now back off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more barking and growling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  I said, Back OFFFFF (roaring at the dog with his sound manipulation ability)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Doberman yelps and whimpers and run away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: Next time, don't mess with the mail-man.  That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Two men approach, one man cleancut in a suit, the other man baldheaded, wearing a black tanktop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suited man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  That's a nifty little trick you've got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Excuse me...I'm running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suited man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  My associate and I have been looking for you Mr. DeMille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  How'd you know my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suited man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  We work for a company that helps...people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  What do you mean, people like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suited man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  You have an extraoirdinary ability, we're gonna teach you how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Uh...you got the wrong guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bald headed man walks around behind Echo, grabbing him around the throat, and constricting his arms around Echo like a snake.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  Get your hands off me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Suited man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  My friend here is what we call a constrictor.  You keep struggling, he'll keep squeezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Echo calls his ability again, screaming "NOOOO" until he is released and they fall to the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Suited man recovers, draws a gun, and Echo focuses another blast at him, leaving him on the ground again, with blood pouring out of his ears.  Echo begins to run away, and the Consrictor picks up the gun, takes three shots that miss, then turns the gun point blank on the suited man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Constrictor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: (on suited man's cellphone) Bob, Howard's dead.  It's worse than we thought.  OK. (hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Constrictor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:  (looking at the picture of Howard and a woman embracing on his phone) It's a shame, she's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Constrictor walks off towards the direction Echo fled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-6779890237039361700?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/6779890237039361700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/6779890237039361700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/going-postal-part-1-nifty-trick.html' title='001: Going Postal Part 1, A Nifty Trick'/><author><name>HiroDynoSlayer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10379752775942605437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-1083451667763011901</id><published>2008-11-21T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:52:49.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yamagato Fellowship: A Message from Katio Nakamura'/><title type='text'>Yamagato Fellowship: A Message from Katio Nakamura, Founder of Yamagato Fellowship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(translated from Japanese into English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAITO NAKAMURA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Founder of the Yamagato Fellowship, Tokyo Japan)&lt;/i&gt;: For as long as history has been recorded, it has recorded the story of heroes. Whether it be the myths of those possessing supernatural abilities or the legends of the ordinary finding the extraordinary inside themselves, common strings can be found through all of these tales. The Yamagato Fellowship is dedicated to the study of these heroes - to highlight their courage, their passion and their intellect. By looking into the past, it is our hope that we will all be better equipped to identify and inspire the heroes walking among us today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-1083451667763011901?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/1083451667763011901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/1083451667763011901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/message-from-katio-nakamura-founder-of.html' title='Yamagato Fellowship: A Message from Katio Nakamura, Founder of Yamagato Fellowship'/><author><name>95G Soccer Ranking</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-2593868725147870714</id><published>2008-11-21T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:34:04.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 5: The Mystery of Kensei'/><title type='text'>Chapter 5: The Mystery of Kensei</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a class="middle2" name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;:  For centuries, many believed that  Takezo Kensei was not real, but rather simply a folk tale. While records do show  that a Takezo Kensei existed during the alleged time of the Trials of Kensei,  few, if any records could be found before or after. Curator Atsumi Tatsuya  offers this explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURATOR TATSUYA ATSUMI&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Museum of  Cultural History, Tokyo Japan)&lt;/i&gt;: During this era, it was not uncommon for  individuals to adopt new names, changing their identities. For example, in 1536,  Toyoto Mishideyoshi was born to peasant parents, but he would rise to the rank  of a General and then ruler. During this ascension, he created at least two sets  of new names for himself. Some believe he did this to help cover his humble  beginnings. It is doubtful that Takezo Kensei was our hero’s birth name.  &lt;i&gt;Kensei&lt;/i&gt; translates to "Sword Saint," a term given to only the most  skillful and revered warriors. No parents would actually name their child this.  More likely it was a name given to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: But so  little is known about Kensei before his trials, it is very possible that he had  a past that he wanted to keep secret. Some tales do refer to a time when Kensei  was far more savage. Long before he saved Japan, Kensei was said to be feared  throughout the land for his short temper and great rage. Tho possessing great  skill, this Kensei was undisciplined and reckless. Legend has it that his sacred  blade, the famed Kensei sword, gave him focus and calmed his wild  temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR DONNA DORN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(University of Chicago, Japanese  Studies)&lt;/i&gt;: Like its owner, little is actually known about the weapon’s  origin. Did he forge it himself? Or was it a gift from the gods? Well, there are  so many versions of this story. But the most common is he drew it from a field  of solid ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN CHAMBERLIN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(University of  Cambridge, Literature)&lt;/i&gt;: Just like King Arthur and his Excalibur, Kensei was  destined to draw the sacred sword to unify his country. But like its owner, it  was widely believed that the sword was more legend than  real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: With little evidence, doubt is cast upon  either actually existing. Then in 1977, an exciting discovery. Daniel Linderman,  CEO and founder of the Linderman Corporation, made the announcement that he had  indisputable evidence of Kensei’s existence. He had uncovered the actual Kensei  sword. After exhaustive testing, it was confirmed: the sword was genuine. Takezo  Kensei was indeed real. He had taken life. He had defended honor. This very  blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURATOR TATSUYA ATSUMI&lt;/b&gt;: Linderman was said to have had the  largest collection of Kensei artifacts in the world. But the Linderman  connection has really only added to the mystery. Recently, the sword was stolen  from his private collection. Shortly after, Linderman was found murdered in his  own office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Linderman’s killers were never found.  Coincidence? Or are these events somehow connected? Linderman had refused the  Japanese government’s request to return what were considered cultural treasures.  Even when he loaned out his collection to museum tours, he never allowed the  Kensei sword to travel safeguarding it always in his private collection. Could  someone have stolen back the sword and killed Linderman to prevent retaliation?  Or was Linderman’s death even more sinister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN  CHAMBERLIN&lt;/b&gt;: Many believed that the Kensei sword was cursed, that it was not  meant to be found. It had disappeared for hundreds of years. And it has vanished  again -- as it was meant to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: The world may never  get all the answers on Takezo Kensei. It appears that he -- his trials, his  love, even his sword -- are destined to remain shrouded in mystery. But perhaps  mystery is what grants any legend its enduring appeal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-2593868725147870714?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2593868725147870714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2593868725147870714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-5-mystery-of-kensei.html' title='Chapter 5: The Mystery of Kensei'/><author><name>95G Soccer Ranking</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-2220637621196612215</id><published>2008-11-21T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:34:15.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 4: Kensei and the Dragon'/><title type='text'>Chapter 4: Kensei and the Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a class="middle2" name="4a"&gt;CHAPTER 4: KENSEI AND THE  DRAGON&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Takezo Kensei. To save Japan, this legendary swordsman faced overwhelming odds  and stood victorious. Fierce beasts, massive armies, even the primal elements  could not stop him. But it was in his final story, &lt;i&gt;Kensei and the Dragon&lt;/i&gt;,  that Kensei would breathe his last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: It was said  that before Kensei began his trials, he met a beautiful Princess. The two fell  madly in love. But the Pprincess, seeing the threat of White Beard made Kensei  swear to do everything in his power to save Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN  CHAMBERLIN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(University of Cambridge, Literature)&lt;/i&gt;: Well, to prepare  for battle, Kensei trained under the greatest swordsmen of his time until he had  bested all of his instructors. But he knew even this would not be  enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Kensei sought out the Dragon of Kiso  Mountain. The dragon was rumored to possess knowledge of ancient and powerful  sword skills, but he would only teach those who truly needed him. And even then,  a terrible price would always be extracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN  CHAMBERLIN&lt;/b&gt;: The Dragon agrees to help Kensei, finding his cause worthy. But  in exchange, the Dragon asked Kensei to give him that which he loved most in  life. Hmm. It is the classic conflict of the hero in  love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Kensei was torn. He loved the Princess  deeply, but he swore to her that he would do whatever he must to save Japan.  Reluctantly, Kensei agreed. So the Dragon bestowed on him the full force of his  sword knowledge, making him the Sword Saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Kensei used his new-found skills to track and defeat White Beard. With the  people out of harm’s way, it was safe for our hero to live as a man. Kensei  sought to marry his Princess. She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN  CHAMBERLIN&lt;/b&gt;: Kensei’s wedding was said to be the most beautiful in Japanese  history. Cherry blossoms showered the bride and bridegroom; gifts piled higher  than Mt. Fuji. All of Japan celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: But the  couple’s joy would prove to be all too brief. With a loud thunderclap, the  Dragon of Kiso Mountain suddenly appeared above the wedding. He was huge and  terrible. It was said to have blotted out the sun across all of Japan. The  Dragon demanded Kensei fulfill his side of the bargain. He demanded Kensei’s  love. He demanded the Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Kensei was faced  with an unthinkable choice: to honor his bargain, he would have to sacrifice the  only thing he cared about. But always clever and brave, Kensei surprised the  Dragon. He plunged his sword into his own chest and cut out his heart. He held  out his heart to the Dragon saying, "My love is in here. Take it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN CHAMBERLIN &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(University of  Cambridge, Literature)&lt;/i&gt;: Kensei died in the arms of his Princess. But he  fulfilled his promise to her when he died. It is one of the best illustrations  of self-sacrifice common to the classic hero myths world-wide. In some versions  of the story, Kensei is rewarded for his sacrifice. They say, the Dragon, so  moved by his love and honor, put Kensei’s heart back into his body and with his  fiery breath, brought the samurai back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: No one knows exactly what happened to Kensei after this. His story as history  ends here. But legend has offered him several ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN  CHAMBERLIN&lt;/b&gt;: Some claim he went on to live a long life with his Princess,  surrounded by more gold than the Emperor. Other accounts suggest that, uh,  Kensei and his bride departed with the dragon, never to be seen  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;:  Another less optimistic version reveals  Kensei’s death as final with the Princess mourning her lost love for every day  of her very long life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Many wondered just who  was Kensei’s love, this Princess. Like Kensei himself, her characterizations in  the tales are numerous and conflicting. The few go so far as to credit her as  the creator of the Kensei tapestries, the earliest known record of Kensei and  the potential source of the rich oral traditions surrounding  him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN CHAMBERLIN&lt;/b&gt;: (chuckles) No. Not many people  would agree with me about that. But, of all the many versions of the trials,  none pre-dates the Kensei scroll paintings. And that makes this signature of  vital importance. Yaeko, daughter of the swordmaker. If she originated the  tales, she may well have been his great love. Who else would know so intimately  the details of his journey?. Who else would be such a loving bard? Who else …  but his Princess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR DONNA DORN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(University of Chicago,  Japanese Studies)&lt;/i&gt;: Well, that’s wishful academic thinking. Granted  concurrent records confirm the existence of a woman named Yaeko from the village  of Otsu, the only daughter of a much-admired swordsmith. But ... it confirms  nothing. In such a male-dominated society, it’s difficult to believe that she  genuinely accomplished any of the amazing things attributed to the Princess or  that a samurai like Kensei would ever allow a woman to accompany him on these  dangerous quests. But, yes, she did exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;:   Yaeko’s place in the Kensei tale only fortified his status as a figure of myth  and legend. But with little proof and scant historical records, belief in  Kensei’s actual existence grew weaker. Many believed that Japan’s greatest hero  was little more than a folk tale. But recently, evidence was uncovered which  would finally settle the debate once and for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-2220637621196612215?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2220637621196612215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2220637621196612215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-4-kensei-and-dragon.html' title='Chapter 4: Kensei and the Dragon'/><author><name>95G Soccer Ranking</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-8847590355497611241</id><published>2008-11-21T11:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:34:25.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 3: The Trial of the Hidden Fortress'/><title type='text'>Chapter 3: The Trial of the Hidden Fortress</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a class="middle2" name="3"&gt;CHAPTER 3: THE TRIAL OF THE HIDDEN  FORTRESS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: The year is 1671. Takezo Kensei, Japan’s greatest samurai, has begun his  search for the hidden forces of the warlord known as White Beard. Having  defeated the ninety &lt;i&gt;ronin&lt;/i&gt;, he faced his next legendary  trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN CHAMBERLIN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(University of Cambridge,  Literature)&lt;/i&gt;: Takezo Kensei, our hero, determined and undaunted, must find a  piece of the missing map to locate the hidden fortress. And because White Beard  is such a crafty one, it’s guarded by the Black Bear of Sakashita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Depending on the source, the bear changes in  description from ten to thirty feet tall. In some versions, it breathes fire  like a dragon. In others, the bear is a living shadow incapable of being cut  with a sword. But in every version, Kensei emerges the victor -- defeating the  bear and taking from him the missing map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Having  defeated the Black Bear, Kensei finally had the location of White Beard’s hidden  fortress, but his road to it offered one last danger, Kensei’s most romantic  trial – overcoming the Snake Women’s charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR DONNA DORN&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;(University of Chicago, Japanese Studies)&lt;/i&gt;: Probably the only kind thing  that can be said about White Beard is that he was an equal-opportunity warlord  happy to hire female assassins. Now, the Snake Women were twin sisters said to  be beautiful beyond measure. But they were also vicious and without conscience,  known for killing their foes with serpent venom. So they became known as the  Snake Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Most versions of the trial describe  them as half-human, half-snake – the product of a deviant tryst. They could  change into giant serpents and make snakes do their evil bidding. Kensei’s blade  might cut, but every piece would turn into a snake that slithered away. In the  end, they escaped Kensei with their lives. Now, with the sweat of so many trials  on his brow, Kensei – exhausted, battered – finally reached his ultimate goal:  The Hidden Fortress, where all of White Beard’s forces had  gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURATOR TATSUYA ATSUMI&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Museum of Cultural History,  Tokyo Japan)&lt;/i&gt;: White Beard’s army seemed unstoppable. Their numbers are  listed anywhere from seventy thousand to two hundred thousand. By any account,  they were easily the largest army in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: The  stakes were high. White Beard had already conquered half of Japan. Now, he was  poised to take over the rest. Kensei knew that if he did not stop this  unstoppable warlord, there would be no hope left. Japan would be lost. It was a  battle unlike any other: A lone warrior against an army. As we’ve seen, this was  no ordinary warrior. This was Takezo Kensei, the Sword  Saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Most versions of the tale describe the  battle that lasted eleven days and nights. Kensei was said to have killed every  last warrior, leaving alive only those wise enough to lay down their arms before  him. At the end of the eleven days, the only men left standing were Kensei and  White Beard, himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: With scant records of the  battle itself, we can only imagine the thunder in the clash of these two  legendary swords. In the end, only Takezo Kensei remained. By defeating White  Beard, he had rescued an entire country from tyrannical rule. His place in both  history and legend was secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Facing the ninety  &lt;i&gt;ronin&lt;/i&gt;, slaying the Black Bear, defeating White Beard’s army -- it seemed  that legend made Kensei a god among men. But even gods can be defeated and  killed. Kensei was not invincible. His heart being his great weakness, he would  eventually meet his end as seen in his most famous tale: Kensei and the  Dragon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-8847590355497611241?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/8847590355497611241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/8847590355497611241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-3-trial-of-hidden-fortress.html' title='Chapter 3: The Trial of the Hidden Fortress'/><author><name>95G Soccer Ranking</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-6968713052153509000</id><published>2008-11-21T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:34:35.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 2: The Trial of the Fire Scroll'/><title type='text'>Chapter 2: The Trial of the Fire Scroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a class="middle2" name="2"&gt;CHAPTER 2: THE TRIAL OF THE FIRE  SCROLL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: The year was 1671. White Beard, a ferocious warlord, had conquered half  of Japan. A single warrior stood in his way: Takezo Kensei. Kensei had already  done the unthinkable. By himself, he had defeated White Beard and his best men  in the town Otsu. Kensei now had to find White Beard’s secret stronghold to end  his threat once and for all. This quest would become known as the Trials of  Kensei. His first task would be to find the Fire Scroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURATOR  TATSUYA ATSUMI&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Museum of Cultural History, Tokyo Japan)&lt;/i&gt;: The fire  scroll is said to have contained many of White Beard’s strategies and secrets  including clues to the location of his secret camp known as the Hidden  Fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Some claimed that White Beard had  bargained with &lt;i&gt;oni&lt;/i&gt; or devils to keep the scroll safe within a circle of  flame. While supernatural deals may not have actually occurred, what is known is  that White Beard made a practice of torturing spies and traitors by burning them  alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR DONNA DORN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(University of Chicago, Japanese  Studies)&lt;/i&gt;: A thief attempting to steal his scroll was captured. As  punishment, White Beard not only burned the thief alive, but his village and all  of its inhabitants as well. The parchment was forever known afterwards as the  Fire Scroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: To get to the scroll, Kensei had to  face yet another trial, the Ninety &lt;i&gt;Ronin&lt;/i&gt;. Once again, our hero alone  would face overwhelming odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR DONNA DORN&lt;/b&gt;: His numbers  were the source of his military power. Legend has it that White Beard was so  fearful his encampment would be found, he picked ninety of his most cruel men  and tasked them with the protection of the scroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR KAREN  CHAMBERLIN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(University of Cambridge, Literature)&lt;/i&gt;: Some say they were  cannibals who ate anyone they saw. And anyone who dared to steal the scroll,  they ate alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: The stories tell that Kensei  killed all ninety &lt;i&gt;ronin&lt;/i&gt;. But could one man really defeat ninety  blood-thirsty killers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR DONNA DORN&lt;/b&gt;: It’s difficult to  extract truth from fiction. The number of the scroll’s guardians changes.  Sometimes it’s ninety &lt;i&gt;ronin&lt;/i&gt;. Other times, it’s nine hundred. Another  version claims it was not ninety &lt;i&gt;ronin&lt;/i&gt;, but ninety  devils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: What we do know is that the Fire Scroll  existed and that Kensei faced an army to get it. The Fire Scroll led Kensei to  his next two trials: climbing the frozen waterfall, and then finding the single  crimson peony. While these quests were seen as feats challenging his ingenuity,  Kensei’s future tasks would prove far more deadly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-6968713052153509000?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/6968713052153509000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/6968713052153509000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-2-trial-of-fire-scroll.html' title='Chapter 2: The Trial of the Fire Scroll'/><author><name>95G Soccer Ranking</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303474356483457754.post-2575385423478674556</id><published>2008-11-21T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:34:46.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yamagato Fellowship Chapter 1: The Battle of Twelve Swords'/><title type='text'>Chapter 1: The Battle of Twelve Swords</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a class="middle2" name="1"&gt;CHAPTER 1: THE BATTLE OF TWELVE  SWORDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Samurai. Masters of the sword and bow.  Men of history and legend. These fierce warriors were as much feared for their  skills in battle as respected for their adherence to ethics and honor. Their  feats of daring were known across the world. The samurai became larger than life  legends -- battling monsters, spirits and demons. But among these heroes, one  samurai captured the hearts and minds of children and adults above all others  because according to legend, he single-handedly saved all of Japan. He is the  Sword Saint, Takezo Kensei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: The year was 1671 during Japan’s  Edo or Tokugawa Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROFESSOR DONNA DORN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(University of  Chicago, Japanese Studies)&lt;/i&gt;: The Edo period launched one of Japan’s most  prosperous periods. Up until now, war ... fighting had all ended and it was a  time of development and enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;:  Japan  became isolationist, closing off its borders to all foreigners except China,  Korea and the East India Trade Company. Only a bare minimum of imports and  exports were allowed. The country’s stance was so rigid that unauthorized  visitors were to be executed rather than deported. Japan had effectively shut  out the rest of the world. But they never suspected that the true threat would  come not from outside their borders, but from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: The warlord known only as White Beard took advantage of the peace and  quickly swept across much of Japan. His forces were said to have numbered as  many as seventy thousand strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROF. DONNA DORN:&lt;/b&gt; White Beard  crushed any resistance he met, cities destroyed. Entire villages were put to  death. It was said that even the mention of his name would cause villages to  desert. The country had gone from its most peaceful period to its most  bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: White Beard set his sights on Otsu, a  tiny farm, seemingly insignificant. But White Beard knew if he captured Otsu so  close to Kyoto, he could use it as his staging ground. From it, he could attack  any city in Japan. He would be unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: Otsu  did indeed become a pivotal battle for White Beard, but not how he  suspected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROF. DONNA DORN&lt;/b&gt;: Expecting easy victory, White Beard’s  troops marched straight into Otsu. He was so confident about over-running this  peaceful little town, that White Beard lead the march personally, bringing only  a small company of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;: This would prove to be  his fatal mistake. For it was there that White Beard first encountered Takezo  Kensei in what became known as the Battle of Twelve Swords. Kensei defeated  White Beard and all of his men single-handedly. It was a decisive battle for  both men. It marked the birth of a hero and a turning point of the warmonger.  Kensei saved the people of Otsu. White Beard, barely escaping with his life, had  tasted his first defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CURATOR TATSUYA ATSUMI&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(Museum of  Cultural History, Tokyo, Japan)&lt;/i&gt;: Kensei knew that if Japan were to survive,  he would have to stop White Beard. White Beard proved his [...]. Despite his  large forces, he kept the location of his camp a closely guarded secret. No one  can fight what they can’t find. This place became known as the "Hidden  Fortress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NARRATOR&lt;/b&gt;:  To find this Hidden Fortress, Kensei  followed a deadly path strewn with peril. This circuitous journey fought with  adventure and mischief would become known as 'The Trials of Takezo Kensei.'  &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303474356483457754-2575385423478674556?l=heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2575385423478674556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303474356483457754/posts/default/2575385423478674556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heroes-transcripts-webisodes.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-1-battle-of-twelve-swords.html' title='Chapter 1: The Battle of Twelve Swords'/><author><name>95G Soccer Ranking</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
