[Introduction: Eric Doyle has led a quiet life in southern California, mostly alone, save for the company of his beloved marionettes. He drew little attention to himself, yet life seemed to always go his way. That is, until the Company entered his life...]
[Caption: Two years ago...]
(Eric Doyle is thrown into a Level 5 cell)
Doyle: Ughnph! Wait! Please come back! Where am I? Why are you doing this to me? Who are you people? What Am I doing here..."huurk" "huurk" Oh my God, please, help me. Something's wrong with me.
Noah: The nausea you feel is to keep you...compliant. Until we find a more palatable method of control. You'll fee quite ill, but you won't actually vomit. It should pass in a few hours. In the meantime, perhaps we should get down to business?
You are Eric Doyle. Sole proprietor of Doyle's Marionette Theater. Never married, no children.
Doyle: "Hurgk" Yes. This is a mistake. I haven't done anything wrong.
Noah: Really? Marcus Wilde. Gunshot would to the head. Self-inflicted. Stephen Taylor. Drove into oncoming traffic. Tristan Rivers. Swallowed thirty-six sleeping pills. All suicides. Allegedly. But we know the real deal, don't we, Mr. Doyle? Marcus was your next door neighbor, you complained to the landlord about his loud music? And the traffic cameras show that just before he died, Taylor cut you off in traffic. And Tristan bullied you in school. All dead. Because you killed them with your ability.
Doyle: You're insane! They killed themselves. You can't blame me for their deaths. I want...I want to see my lawyer.
Noah: Oh, Mr. Doyle. You don't get it, do you? This isn't jail. And I'm not the police.
[Caption: Late October, 2006, two years later...]
(A Company agent named Michael brings lunch to Doyle's cell.)
Michael: Okay Eric, lunch.
Doyle: Thank you, Michael. You're the onyl one here who treats me like I'm human. Like I'm not some sort of criminal.
Michael: That's because they're afraid of you. The other agents. They think you're evil. They look at me like that too. (shows off his ability to generate lasers) Just because we're...special. Only they have to pretend they don't resent me too. Especially Noah Bennet. I just found out Eden died today. Rumor has it he let Sylar kill her.
Doyle: My God.
Michael: That's what happens when you're "one of them" and his partner.
Doyle: Then why do you stay here? It doesn't sound like you want to be here. It sounds like you hate it here.
Michael: Because in this company...if you're not with them, you're against them.
[Caption: Ten days ago...] (Agents are shown bringing the German to Level 5 as Doyle watches)
[Caption: Three days ago...] (Doyle watches as Sylar begins to open Elle's head, and she unleashes an enormous electrical blast that overloads the Company's circuits, and opens all of the Level 5 cell doors.)
(Alarms sound as Knox, Jesse, the German, and Doyle flee there cells.)
Michael: Freeze Doyle! Don't make me kill you!
Doyle: Michael. Don't worry. With that little module shorted out...you can't.
Even though you got a pretty nasty ability there, don't you? Didn't you brag to me you could pierce a two foot block of steel with those lasers of yours? (turning Michael's finger towards his own face, then under his chin, aimed upward towards his own brain) So tell me, are you one of these guys immune to your own power?
Michael: Oh my God.
Doyle: Hmmm...guess not. Huh, you smell like chicken.
Michael: Please, Eric don't do this...
Doyle: All this talk about us vs. them. But really, it's all just about being on the winning side, isn't it? But if I had been given the choice...I still would have been against them.
(lights go off, and Michael's lasers discharge)