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.

But I became lost in time.

It took everything in my friends' power

to bring me back, and in doing so

our world was opened up to new threats.

And I'm the only one fast enough to stop them.

I am the Flash.

Previously on "The Flash"...

So, one more bus meta out there.

Edwin Gauss. You better find him before DeVoe does.

This is an intelligence booster.

You're talking about intense amounts of dark energy

going right into that cap.

I'm gonna help you finish the Thinking Cap,

- without using dark matter. - Fine.

Good evening, Dr. Wells. How can I be of service?

Hello, Gideon.

Good old CCTA, bus number 405,

where I was gifted with pretty much the best powers ever.

If it wasn't for this old girl,

I'd still have to leave the couch

when I need to use the bathroom,

you know, because I can...

Yes, I know.

All right, this might be our last chance

to find any clues on the final bus meta

before DeVoe catches him.

Yeah, and we know what happens next.

What do we know about this meta?

Other than his name, Edwin Gauss, nothing.

It's like he disappeared.

Well, that explains the brand new,

beepy, flashy "schmience" thingies.

Yeah, Cisco designed these scanners

to look for dark matter anomalies,

so anything that looks weird, all right?

Waves, ripples, whatever,

log it.

Ho...

- I got something. - What?

My Big Belly punch card.

I'm only five away from a free kids meal,

if I even long enough to use it.

Man, don't even joke like that.

We're gonna get DeVoe, throw him in The Pipeline,

long before he gets to you.

Right. If that doesn't work,

we'll just, uh, take him out the other way.

What other way?

Eh, we'll put him down with a shovel,

give him his harp and wings,

send him to visit Grandma Thinker in the sky.

Ralph, you think we're gonna kill DeVoe?

The way that you're saying that

makes me think I'm supposed to say no.

Okay, look...

I've taught you a lot about being a hero, right?

You ready for what's probably the most important lesson?

We never have to kill.

For people with our abilities,

there's just always another way.

You understand?

Han, you complete me.

- Bring it in, man. Come on. - Uh, I'm good.

Just a little bit. Give me some, come on.

Okay.

What's this?

Wait a second...

I talked to the guy who was sitting there.

I remember, 'cause I paid his fare.

Uh... uh-oh.

I think I may have left my wallet in my other pants.

Look, buddy, you either pay the fare

or you hit the sidewalk.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Mr. bus driver dude,

allow me to pay his fare.

Who are we to be the gatekeepers

of whatever path this fellow traveler is on?

Have a seat.

Uh, thanks.

Oh, namaste, hermano.

Namaste in the back of the bus.

Funny fat dude.

This is crazy.

His residual dark matter reads as if he was here one second,

and the next, vanished.

It's Harry.

He wants us back at S.T.A.R. Labs.

Says he has something important to show everyone.

Well... now so do we.

Yeah. All right, come on.

That's the big news?

You're taking a sculpture class at the community college?

It's not art. It's science!

And as such...

it is the thing that is gonna help us defeat...

DeVoe.

Recall, if you will, the one thing

that we've seen... nay, heard...

That can actually harm DeVoe.

Izzy Bowin's soundwave powers.

Well, Izzy was killed by DeVoe,

so whatever powers she had is in his hands now.

And now, Joe...

they're in ours.

Watch this.

So...

Actually, maybe you should...

take a couple steps back if you value your internal organs.

I know how that feels.

One strike incapacitates The Thinker.

Two strikes, no more Thinker.

I call it a Sonic Scepter.

Okay.

Points for alliteration.

Basically just a big tuning fork.

My goodness.

Well, like, I mean, it's not just any tuning fork.

This might be the most powerful tuning fork in the multiverse.

You must've laser-shaved this thing

- down to the nanometer. - Shaved it right down

to the last angstrom, as a matter of fact.

Child's play for me and my Thinking Cap.

The Sonic Scepter mimics Izzy Bowin's sonic frequencies,

so we can penetrate

a heretofore impenetrable force field of DeVoe.

And here's the best part.

Because there's no tech involved...

- It's Kilgore-proof. Nice. - Yes.

So, now we just need to figure out

where DeVoe is gonna appear next.

As a matter of fact, before you got here...

I scripted a subroutine

on the pocket dimension predictor,

and it's gonna give us a massive head start.

DeVoe's next location, thank you.

Yesterday, I thought you said that wasn't possible.

That's right, Snow, I did say that yesterday,

but today... is a new day.

I've got a million new ideas.

The cap and I, we're...

Firing on all cylinders.

Onward and upward.

Okay, let's get to it.

Cisco, can you integrate Harry's algorithm

- into the predictor? - Can do.

Okay.

Hey...

Harry's really loving that Thinking Cap, huh?

Oh, my God. It's like the best friend he never had.

I mean, he wears this thing everywhere.

I'm pretty sure I saw him step out of the shower with it.

I want to know what kinda problem

he was trying to solve in there.

Nope.

Nope, I... I don't wanna know.

- What are you working on? - My brain, or brains.

I think I finally figured out the science behind

what activates Killer Frost.

So, in fight-or-flight,

the adrenal glands flood the body with catecholamines,

uh, AKA the stress hormone,

and guess where the highest concentration of dark matter is

in my body?

- In your adrenal glands. - Exactly.

So if adrenaline is what activates Killer Frost,

- then all I need... - Is a shot of epinephrine.

No more Harry and Cisco traumatizing me

to get Killer Frost to show up.

I can't wait to tell her.

- Wait, you guys talk now? - Sort of.

Uh, we leave each other notes.

Um...

"Thanks for the badass new jacket.

"I got some blood on it.

Don't worry, it's not ours."

I guess her humor is sort of an acquired taste.

Uh-oh.

Pocket dimension's about to open.

It's DeVoe. Get that pen ready.

Okay, stay ready.

Edwin Gauss?

What...

All right, guys, say hello to our last known bus meta,

Edwin Gauss.

As we know, there's not much on him.

No college history, no known addresses.

Just a couple of backpacking photos on an old message board.

Old? Flip phones are old.

This site is from the age of dial up.

Try prehistoric. No digital fingerprint.

Everything this guy owns is strapped to his back.

He was off-grid before he was even a meta.