(NEW YORK) PETRELLI CAMPAIGN HEADQUARTERS

NATHAN: (to phone) Mr. Linderman, I'm gonna have to call you back in five minutes, okay? Thank you.

NATHAN: I'm late -- I've got a fundraiser and a drinks meeting.

PETER: It happened two more times. Sometimes I'm falling. Sometimes I'm flying. Sometimes you're in 'em.

NATHAN: I don't have time for this now.

PETER: They're not just dreams, Nathan.

NATHAN: Hold this.

PETER: I thought they'd go away, but they're not.

NATHAN: Tim, I need this back by 6:00, please.

PETER: This morning, when I got out of bed, my foot hovered before it hit the ground. 

...  Like I was -- like I was floating. I'm telling you, buddy, I think I can fly.

NATHAN: These all undecideds?

WOMAN: (nods)  Mm-hmm.

NATHAN: Tell you what, you think you can fly, why don't you jump off the Brooklyn Bridge? See what happens.

PETER: (serious) Maybe I ought to start with something a little lower first. It's like learning to walk.

NATHAN: You're serious?

PETER: Oh, I'm serious.

(Nathan puts his arm around Peter’s shoulders.) 

NATHAN: You need to snap out of it, Peter. See a doctor. Get some drugs. But do not pull a Roger Clinton on me, man. I'm eight points down in the polls.

PETER: This isn't about you, all right? Something is happening to me, and I have this feeling that you're the only person that's gonna understand this.

NATHAN: Why the hell would I understand that you think you can fly?

(Nathan’s cell phone rings.) 

PETER: Because you're my brother.

(Nathan answers it.) 

NATHAN: Mom, I can't talk -- What? (pause) I'll be there in ten minutes.

(Nathan hangs up.)