The Flash

You're really good at this time, Barry.

Seriously? - Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, seriously!

You come to Star City, you ask for my help, - OK.

and then, inevitably,

immediately, we end up up the creek!

Yeah, okay. That's fair. Thank you.

They're moving in.

On three, Team Leader.

What's that?

That would be heat vision.

Three. - Okay.

Part2

Kid gets faster every time we test him.

Mach 2. - Already?

He just got his speed a few days ago.

How are his vitals?

His running economy, lactate threshold

are all way above expected levels.

I think we might have a little prodigy on our hands.

Like a Wizard of Whiz.

Guys, I don't want Wally thinking that he's Barry,

rushing off half-cocked,

trying to take down Alchemy or Savitar

the next time one of them shows up.

Okay, but guys, Wally's not like me.

He doesn't want his powers gone.

We're gonna have a hard time convincing him not to use them.

Yeah, well, we have to. Until he's ready.

How?

By convincing him that he isn't.

That means no encouraging him, no training him,

and you...

no talking to him about a suit, please.

It's for his own good.

Why the hell not?

It's just another lie between friends, right?

Cisco.

What?

Still not good?

I think maybe we should try again tomorrow.

I can run a few more tests.

That was amazing.

Dinner's on me. Whatever you want.

Test. Test. Fellow S.T.A.R. Labs employees.

Your presence in the cortex would be greatly appreciated.

That's tonight? His presentation?

Great.

What do you think if, after, maybe we get a drink?

You, me, Barry?

Barry? We're just gonna get drinks?

Pretend like we're friends?

Nice try.

It ain't gonna happen.

You want to open S.T.A.R. Labs to the public?

In two weeks?

Soft open. Not a hard open.

But, you know, I'll use your input.

All right? Right now, it's very important

'cause the clock is ticking.

My vision is set to include, but not limited to--

bam-- a personal transportation tour of the facility.

Or, for the faint of heart, we have--

pow-- a virtual reality alternative.

Both set to include particle vision.

Particle... vision?

Particle vision, which is a moment-to-moment reenactment

of the particle accelerator explosion,

but seen from the point of view of...

Part-- - The particle!

Listen, H.R., I know that you're trying to figure out

how you add value to the team, I get it, but this--

Let me stop you right there, B.A.

Okay, don't call me B.A.-- - I can make S.T.A.R. Labs

the powerhouse in the scientific community that it once was,

and, moreover,

earn back the people's trust.

Look at you guys.

You just-- your faces are so darn gloomy.

Here's what we'll do. I'm gonna make you guys a--

Was that-- was that the satellite?

I hope that wasn't the satellite.

Is that a meteor?

Why, yes, that is a meteor,

and yes, it is heading for downtown.

I got to go.

Guys.

What is it?

Barry, what do you see?

This isn't a meteor.

Barry? Hey, Barry, come in.

Can you hear me? - Guys?

Oh, come on.

Aliens!

Government officials are reporting

the mysterious object that crashed in downtown Central City

was simply a DOD aircraft on a routine training operation.

Thank you, but we'll brief the White House.

You're not listening to me about this.

The intelligence we've gathered at A.R.G.U.S.--

Is not accurate.

We've got this covered, Director Michaels.

Go back to Star City.

Let the big guns take over.

Lyla, what is this?

I saw the weird ship that crashed--

You saw a ship? What else did you see?

Enough to give Ridley Scott nightmares.

Meet me at S.T.A.R. Labs.

I'll tell you everything I know.

Aliens?

Are they "Alien" Aliens or little green men?

Both, sort of.

Since we learned of them,

we've been calling them the Dominators.

That is not the name

of a species that comes in peace.

No, no, it's very aggressive.

So how long have you known about these Dominators?

Since the '50s.

That was them. Redmond, Oregon.

The government tried to cover it up.

What? I watch Syfy channel.

In 1951, they appeared under the same sort of circumstances.

A ship crash-landed. Little to no communication.

We learned they were abducting humans

to gather intel about us.

They attacked, and hundreds of soldiers lost their lives.

Then, for some inexplicable reason, they left.

All contact had been lost until three months ago

when the DOD received this.

We pose no threat, human inhabitants.

Understanding is our purpose.

Any action against us, as shown to us in the past,

will prompt swift retaliation.

So when we discovered four ships heading towards Earth,

we were concerned that it was happening all over again.

One of them, obviously, landed here.

Right, 'cause we ain't got enough crazy going on here

in Central City.

Do you know what they want?

They've ignored all attempts to communicate,

but we do know, just like before,

that the dropships contain reconnaissance teams

sent here to gather more intel about us.

Looking for our weaknesses.

We need to do something. - We are.

Nearly every member state in the UN is in talks

to coordinate a response.

Action is being taken.

So, wait, you want us to just sit this one out?

These things are like "World War Z" Zombies.

If they decide to attack, no military can stop them.

Neither could you.

Not by yourself, anyway.

Just let us handle this. For now.

I will be in touch.

So the plan isn't to just stay still

and do nothing, right?

No.

Barry, you heard Lyla.

You can't do this alone.

I don't plan to.

Anything?

Zilch.

He's got to be here somewhere.

What are the chances the guy just decided

that he had enough of this life, you know?

No health insurance.

He was sick of the crazy hours.

I mean, bullets aren't actually that cheap, and he--

I'm sorry, man. I-- - It's okay.

Man...

Hi, Barry.

So, who was that guy?

That was Vigilante, and we nearly had him.

You nearly had him, Ollie?

It looked like he was about to

"Scarface" you guys.

Barry, is there something that I can do for you?

Another evil speedster to help you with or--

Maybe, actually. That's not why I'm here, though.

What's so urgent that you had to rush to Star City?

Aliens.

Aliens?

Aliens.

I swear to God, Barry.

My life was somewhat normal before I met you.

I-- I mean, I'm sorry.

Look, okay, they're real, and they're already here,

and, from what Lyla told us,

it does not appear to be for peace.

Oh, no. - Lyla knows about this?

Lyla-- yeah, she came to--

where are you--

I called Thea.

Yeah, I came to have you sign this

before City Council went in to mutiny,

but that can totally wait.

Count me in.