The Flash

My name is Barry Allen,

and I am the fastest man alive.

To the outside world, I'm an ordinary forensic scientist,

but secretly, with the help of my friends at S.T.A.R. Labs,

I fight crime and find other meta-humans like me.

In an attempt to stop the evil speedster Savitar,

I was accidentally thrust into the future,

and I saw him murder the woman that I love.

But I won't let that happen.

I'm gonna do everything in my power

to change the future,

and I'm the only one fast enough to keep her alive.

I am The Flash.

Previously on "The Flash."

I'm free!

- Who are you? - I am the future Flash.

I can't spend the rest of my life

wondering if I'm gonna become Killer Frost.

I understand the real reason that you invited me on this team.

You just want your own meta-human specialist

to try and find you a cure.

- That's not the only reason. - I wish I could believe that.

I'm Cisco, by the way. You must be Gypsy.

- You're into me. - Even if I was, you couldn't handle me.

I'll marry that woman.

Iris West, will you marry me?

Yes.

Looks like we may need to find a new job.

Heard Stagg Industries may be getting bought out.

By who?

Doesn't really matter now, does it?

All I know is we got millions of dollars of tech...

like whatever that thing is...

that no one's using.

Then surely you gentlemen won't mind

if I abscond with some of it.

This piece in particular.

How did you get in here?

Believe me, that's the least impressive of my tricks.

Hands up, pal

Do it now, or I'll shoot.

Stop!

How the hell did he do that?

Maybe you can figure out how I did it,

but... I doubt you'll have time.

It's just beautiful.

You know what, it matches the sparkle in your eyes.

Aw, thank you.

Barry, your grandfather had really good taste in jewelry.

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, he did.

Okay, so, break it down. How did it happen?

Um... we were at the apartment,

and, um,

Barry sang to me.

And then he proposed.

Oh, my God, that's so romantic.

- You sing? - Not as good as Joe.

Shut up, Barry.

Well, okay, that reminds me,

my sister has four tickets that she can't use...

- ... to "Hamilton." - "Hamilton"?

On the house. I thought that maybe

we could make it a double if you guys were interested?

Uh, yeah, we're interested. When?

First weekend in July.

Um, July.

Y... does that not work for you guys?

Um...

No, that works great.

We'll be there, all of us.

Don't! Don't do this!

Please? I'm begging you! Just...

Barry!

You lose, Barry.

No!

Well, everything's the same.

The future has not changed.

All right. Well, we have two months

to make sure that it does.

Okay, well, we should approach this

the same way we approach any other problem...

start with what we know.

Problem can't be solved if it's not understood.

Therein lies the rub. I feel like we can't understand

any of this until it actually happens.

It's like Savitar's prophecies.

Precisely, and just like the newspaper headlines.

- Well, all bar one. - _

It's a crime scene. We gotta go.

- Stagg Industries? - All right, no.

Hey, Julian, before you go,

there was an envelope delivered for you

from the Central City Opera.

Yes, you'd mentioned that you'd never gone before, so...

well, I got them for us a while back, but now...

just go with whoever you'd like.

Huh.

Looks like things between you and Julian

are a little frosty, huh?

It's too soon for the cold puns?

- Yeah. - Yeah. Thought so.

He still doesn't trust me after I lied

about taking a piece of the Philosopher's Stone.

You did what you felt you needed to do

to get rid of your powers.

I know that and you know that, but he...

He'll come around. Watch.

I don't know that he will, Cisco.

Hey, Bar. Anything?

Nothing yet.

How the hell did this thing get filled with water

and those poor dudes get trapped in here?

Beats me.

There's no water access in the entire wing.

Instead of sprinklers, every floor uses

a halon gas system that absorbs all the oxygen

if there's a fire.

What about the security cams?

None of them either.

Apparently, the Stagg geniuses

don't want any of their "secrets"

- to get out. - Yeah.

Julian, please tell me you found something.

Nothing yet, Detective.

No fingerprints, no DNA,

just two rather plump looking corpses.

What about the stolen tech?

Nothing. No one's saying a thing.

Everyone is incredibly tight-lipped about it.

Of course they are. Look, I'll make some phone calls,

see if I can pry those lips open, all right?

Okay. I'll keep working on it.

This is the last thing we need to be dealing with right now.

I feel the same way, but we can't just do nothing.

Iris ain't gonna let us get away with that.

I know, Joe, but we're running out of time.

That's why you and me need to solve this case fast.

Yeah.

Sometimes... I wish you hadn't told me what was gonna happen.

Yeah, I know.

Hold on. Hey, what's up?

Looks like we got a robbery in progress

over at Kord Industries.

Great, thanks. Now Kord Industries.

That's two in one day.

That's two in under 12 hours.

Yeah, I'm gonna make sure it's the last one.

I don't think that's yours, pal.

Flash.

You didn't think I'd want to come meet

the newest resident of Iron Heights?

No, I assumed that you'd show.

I just didn't expect you to be so young,

Barry... Allen.

Now, how do you know who I am?

I'm from the future.

You don't believe me? Let's see, uh, 2017.

Hmm. How are things going with your doomed love,

Iris West?

Or your greatest foe, Savitar?

You know Savitar.

I know everything about him, and you.

What the...

Gypsy.

Still seeking revenge, I see.

I'm gonna get it this time.

We'll see.

No!

He calls himself Abra Kadabra.

As in hocus pocus?

He's certainly got a lot of tricks.

Yeah, we think he has some sort of nanotechnology

built into his body...

allows him to do some extraordinary feats.

Teleportation, telekinesis, you name it,

and believe me, I have seen it all.

So that card trick he played on Barry,

the water tank at Stagg,

that's all some futuristic tech that he's masking as magic?

Well, it's Arthur C. Clarke's third law.

"Any sufficiently advanced technology is...

"... indistinguishable from magic."

Before you showed up, he said he was from the future.

The future?

He is, 64th Century.

Great, another criminal from the future.

Haven't we had our fill of those guys?

64th Century.

What exactly are you after him for?

He's at the top of the collectors' most wanted list.

Showed up on my Earth a few years back,

did a string of robberies that ended

with a lot of people losing their lives.

Showed up again a couple weeks ago,

looted some tech companies, came here.

To do the same thing? Why?

He must have needed our Earth's tech for something.

Well, whatever it is, we can definitely help you figure it out,

'cause I don't know about you guys,

but ever since last time you were here,