The Flash

Go on! Get him!

- Get him! - Got you!

- Look out! - You kids get in here right now!

You're not allowed out after dark! I thought you were upstairs.

What do you think you are doing? Get in here.

- What's that? - Oh, God.

Take the baby, honey. I'll get her.

- Oh, God. Not here. - Let's go, let's go.

- Hurry. - Come on, come on. Hurry.

- Hurry, please. - Come on.

Someone's gotta do something about this.

Look at this shield you have here.

Thanks. Thank you.

Wait, Jay. You didn't make a wish.

What did you wish for, big guy?

- For a little bit of my brother's brains. - Hey, leave me out of this.

You're not doing so bad on your own.

Hell, 42 years old, commander of the motorcycle division.

You're doing pretty damn well for yourself.

Not to mention taking down that Conway and his hijacking crew.

Dad, Barry and the Crime Lab boys put us on to Conway.

Sure, the lab boys are important.

But real cops, you know, work the street...

...facing the scum of the earth, with nothing to back you up...

- ...but a gun, a badge and a prayer. - A gun, a badge and a prayer.

- Okay, Dad. - Okay, who wants coffee?

- I do. - Is that for me?

- Just hot water. I brought tea. - I've got it.

- What is that? - Korean ginseng.

Ginseng? Isn't that some kind of aphrodisiac?

Yeah, skip the coffee, Mom.

Hey, Mom, give me one of those ginseng things for Evie and l.

- Jay! - Honey, it's my birthday.

If you teenagers are done screwing around...

What the hell is the police department doing about those biker punks?

- Yeah, the Dark Riders. - Shawn, where did you hear that name?

- It was all over the news this morning. - It just makes my skin crawl.

So, what are we doing to shut them down?

We can't seem to get a make on them.

They run over our roadblocks, disappear like rats down a hole.

Hell, when I was on the force...

...bunch of hoods leaving dead bodies all over the damn city--

Shawn, why don't you take Earl into the kitchen. Give him a biscuit.

Not until you read my fingerprints.

You got it, pal.

Okay. Come on, boy.

Now, that's enough shoptalk.

- Let's take our cake into the next room. - Good idea.

I should have married that nice, quiet accountant.

- How about that dentist, huh, Mom? - Or the millionaire.

Don't tease your mother, boys.

- Oh, Jay, not tonight. - No, it's mine.

Iris, Barry tells me you're going to have a first show.

- That's right. It opens Saturday. - Well, that's wonderful.

- Yeah. - Well, what kind of work do you do?

Painting? Sculpture?

Actually, it's mostly hand-tinted computer graphics.

How graphic?

That was the station. Crime scene in West Ridge. The Riders.

- I'm going. - Shooting's over, cowboy.

Nothing left but the mop-up. I gotta go.

- Call me later. - You bet. Jay, take lris home for me.

Yeah, no problem.

And big Earl too, huh?

Yeah, I love dog hair in my back seat.

Better run him around the block a couple times or he'll drive you nuts.

- You be careful out there, honey. - I will.

What's he gonna do, stub his toe on a footprint?

Henry.

I didn't mean anything.

Yeah, I know, Dad.

Good night.

Barry!

Don't let the old man get to you.

Every time he starts that "real cops work the streets," he's taking a shot at me.

You know better. The old man loves you. He's just blowing off hot air.

- Come on. - Well, it's Mom too.

I'm just tired of being worried about for nothing.

Hey, look, you promised the folks you wouldn't be a street cop.

If I had the brains for lab work, I'd change jobs with you in a second.

Yeah, I bet you would.

But thanks.

Oh, yeah.

Happy birthday.

You're kidding me.

Hey, I had this in high school.

The city relays. I used to wear this on my letterman's jacket for good luck.

- God, I thought I'd lost it. - No, I borrowed it.

- Forgot to give it back. - For 25 years?

Yeah, well.

You're gonna need it if you're gonna catch those Riders.

- Thanks, Barry. I love you. - Yeah. You too.

- Hey, what else you have of mine? - Wait till Christmas.

Take care, buddy.

Linda Park, WCCN News.

Tell us about the assault on the arsenal and the watchman's murder.

I just got here, and I'm--

Is it true the Riders have taken automatic weapons and explosives?

I don't know, but--

Is there another officer we can speak with?

Well, here comes one now.

You're not with the Homicide department?

No, Crime Lab.

Wanna film us pouring plaster into tire tracks?

Cut it. Let's see if we can find a real detective.

See if you can find us a real newscaster while you're at it.

I swear she was on the shopping channel selling earrings last week.

Hey, Steve.

What do we got here? Better take a sample of these.

The mud might have come out of a tire tread.

- Better get my rain suit. - You gonna melt?

Hurry up, will you? This whole place will be washed clean in five minutes.

Hey, Barry. Barry, check this out.

Haven't seen an electrical storm like this since I was a kid.

Nothing like the storm brewing here.

We've set up roadblocks.

We have additional squad cars from neighboring counties.

Admit it. The Central City police are incapable of dealing with this problem.

Now, that's nonsense. The entire department is working around the clock.

- I hear that. - And we are forming...

...a special task force made up of our most experienced men.

I wish them luck, but I think they're outmatched.

I have complete faith in my officers, Mr. Kline.

I wish the man on the street shared that view.

Where'd you get that? Did you take a poll?

Who needs a poll? Stand on any street corner--

Forget it. I've heard enough. Julio, check the clay content on this.

Cross-reference the sample from that gun shop they hit on Tuesday.

- Send this shell casing to Ballistics. - Wait a minute, Barry.

It's 10:00. We're getting into serious OT here.

Yeah, well, that's my call. Problems?

- No, I don't have a life. - Good thing, huh?

You know, I don't know why I bother to bring you this food. You never eat.

- You want my sandwich? - Sure.

That's why you bother.

Julio, get me a solution of 10 percent iodine and...

Julio.

What, what? I'm up. I'm up. Just let me get some coffee.

Hey, no, no. Get some rest instead, okay?

Go home.

Are you gonna keep working?

Yeah, I'll see you in the morning.

Come on, what's the deal, Barry? You onto something here?

Not yet. Still breaking down the tire rubber I pulled off those skid marks.

Can't it wait till morning? Why kill yourself?

Somebody's gotta figure out who these Riders are and where they disappear to.

I get it. He hit the family nerve, huh?

- Who? What are you talk--? - That guy on TV, Kline.

Come on, Barry. Every time someone goes blasting the force, you go off.

Julio, your mother's calling.

Barry!

Barry!

Barry. Oh, God. Barry. Can you hear me, Barry?

Barry. Barry.

Somebody help!

Help!

Help! Somebody come up to the lab!

Where the hell are those doctors? Keeping us in the dark like this.

- What did the doctor say? - Is Barry okay?

Judge for yourself.

- Barry, what on earth are you doing? - He's making a big mistake. Mr. Allen...

...you've been exposed to highly volatile and reactive chemicals.

You've suffered abrasions, lacerations and head trauma.

Cuts, bruises and a headache. Hardly enough to keep me.

- Barry, if the doctor's telling you-- - You ran tests, and they were negative.

I'd still prefer to keep you here for a few days for observation.

But I can't lock you up! Excuse me.

Hell, I know how Barry feels.

When Jack Cogan put two .38 slugs in me...

...I was out the next day hunting him down.

Henry, this is not about you.

Look, kid, a couple days' rest isn't gonna hurt you, okay?

You heard what Dad said. Come on, Jay.

A bunch of hoods are leaving corpses all over the city. Some of them are cops.

I've got work to do. Iris, take me home, will you?

If we get you some breakfast before you save the world.

- Call you later, Mom. - But, Barry--

Dr. Blair. Dr. Blair. Dr. Jay Hamilton...

They hung the two big canvases on the east wall...

...where the lighting's weak.

You know me, I can't say anything, it being my first show and all.

But I don't know, I think my prices are too high.

I don't wanna blow a sale on Saturday.

Saturday? Oh, God, that's tomorrow.

Do you think you'll--?

Barry.

- I'm sorry. - Are you okay? You've been quiet.

Yeah, yeah. It's just...

I was thinking, you know, I could have been killed last night.

And something like that makes you look at your life, you know.

- I know where this is going. - Yeah, what's wrong with it?

I love you. Isn't that enough for now?

I'm sorry. Yeah. Yeah, I guess it has to be.

Now, look, I gotta get to the lab, okay?

You're too much. What were you doing there at 3:00 in the morning anyway?

In case you haven't noticed, the department's practically under siege.

And you're the only man on the force?

What do you think you have to prove?

- I'll pay the check. - No, I got it.

Hey, steak.