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"...

I didn't kill Clifford DeVoe.

Tricked ya!

Barry, they took a hostage.

- Well, who'd he take? - Your dad.

I'm ready for my supersuit.

This tarp is your supersuit.

What is this, a puppy's raincoat?

Nice job, rookie.

I won't be a fugitive. If I'm convicted,

I'm not going to run.

We find the defendant guilty.

We're losing control of the place,

drop grenades.

Deploy smoke grenades!

Backup, we need backup!

They're back in. Lock it down.

Let's move. Move out.

Fine, just tell us what you want.

I want you to back off, or I will detonate this thing.

Okay, calm down, nobody needs to get hurt today.

You just follow instructions,

and everybody here gets to live to see the sunshine tomorrow.

Right?

And I'd better not see The Flash, either.

All right, first, I want a car.

Something eco-friendly, like a Prius.

Okay, we can do that.

Good. Uh, right. Now second.

Uh, I want a plane, okay? A private plane.

Okay, and a salad, all right? I'm counting calories.

Okay, it's going to take us an hour to arrange that.

You better hurry up,

because these hostages don't have much time.

Should have gone with a steak, pal.

'Cause it's the last decent meal you're getting

for the next five to ten years.

Who the hell are you?

Your friendly neighborhood superhero.

You can call me...

Mr...

One second.

Guys, this is a huge moment for me.

What's my name?

I was wondering where you were going with that.

Hey, hey, where are my hostages?

Uh, bathroom break.

They just couldn't hold it anymore.

Don't worry, though, they're totally safe.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Get back, freak.

Freak, oh, sticks and stones may break my bones, buddy.

Well, they used to. Not anymore.

I'll blow this whole city block.

Uh, you do realize you're a part of that block, right?

Come on, man, it's a weekday.

People just want to get off work,

go home, and watch the boob tube.

So why don't you take off that vest and...

No, don't touch me!

Ralph, are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, just, uh, wicked heartburn.

Let this be a lesson to all of you

would-be criminals out there.

Catching you won't be too much of a stretch.

And so, our streets are safe again,

thanks to Central City's funniest new hero,

The Stretchy Man.

Okay.

Embarrassing.

Cisco, next time you're going with him.

Iris, a chicken needs

to leave its roost sooner or later,

especially when that chicken

insists on doing his own solo mission.

- This is bad. - This is really bad.

Stretchy Man, that's a terrible name.

Also, now that I'm going to be on TV all the time,

this grey suit, got to go.

Hey, easy, chickadee.

No, Ralph, I meant you, okay?

That bomb could have torn you to shreds.

Or Joe, or any of the police outside.

Relax, ladies, my cells are completely polygamized.

- Polymerized? - Yeah, that.

Which means they can stretch and take a bomb blast.

- Oh, my God. - Dibny is in-dib-structable.

Okay, Ralph, you are missing the point.

You need to be more cautious.

No, no, no, you are missing the point.

What I really need, guys, is a new superhero name.

Ramon, you've had all this time.

You can't come up with anything?

Patience, okay? I'm getting to you.

I've just been a little preoccupied,

what with Barry being in prison and all.

You find anything that might prove

DeVoe framed Barry yet?

My dad and Cecile are meeting with Judge Hankerson tomorrow

to go over his appeal.

We've been pouring through the evidence piece by piece, but...

Don't worry, Iris, we're going to get him out.

Hey, has Barry joined a gang yet?

I've got some friends on the inside.

I can make some calls.

Shut up, Ralph.

Okay.

I will stop helping now.

You can watch the clock all you want,

but it won't go any faster.

You're Barry Allen, right? Henry Allen's kid?

- I'm... - Axel Walker.

You and your dad kidnapped my dad once.

Yeah, right.

Pudding?

Lunch lady gave me extra. I think she has a crush on me.

No.

Hey, word on the block is, you carved up some professor.

He give you a bad grade or something?

I didn't kill anybody.

Yeah, sure. Everyone's innocent in here.

Especially that guy. Yeah, Big Sir.

He's really innocent.

This is grosser than usual. Does pudding go bad?

Axel, what do you want from me?

To be murder buds.

You know, we could share trade secrets.

I'd love to hear how you carved up that college quack.

I don't need any friends in here.

Oh, man, I do not feel good.

Get him up.

You got mud on my bright whites.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

Sorry's right.

The first week in Iron Heights

is often the hardest, Mr. Allen.

You've already seen what happens when a few inmates

try to revolt.

Acclimating to your new life will take time.

Always does. In the meantime,

do your best to stay clean in here.

Oh, and Mr. Allen, your 1:30 is waiting for you.

- Hey, I'm so glad to see you. - Me too.

How's it going?

It's not as bad as I thought it would be.

And hey, you're talking to the newest member

of the Iron Heights janitorial staff.

I'm the fastest mop alive.

Well, we've been surveilling the DeVoes 24/7.

I mean, they must have made a mistake somewhere, right?

And I've been pouring over all of the evidence with Dad.

We are going to get you out of there, Barry.

I know you will.

How's the rest of the team? I saw Ralph on TV.

Ralph is getting a little cocky.

Yeah, I was when I started too... it happens.

Yeah.

Iris, it's okay.

I just can't believe this is our new normal, Barry.

I don't want this to be our lives.

You're going to find something.

I know it.

Closing time!

Wrap them up!

I just wish I could touch your hand again.

You will.

I promise.

I'll see you tomorrow?

Every tomorrow.

Walker here spewed all over his cellmate.

Says he's got cramps.

Who are you? Where's Nurse Hill?

Out sick. Looks like he ate the pudding.

Yeah, how do you know that?

Because I'm the one who sent it.

Come on, Axel, let's go.

Mom?

Walker and the nurse used tranquilizers

on two more guards on the way out.

And nothing tipped you off

that this nurse might be a criminal?

Her background check was clean.

She said her name was Lindsay Fineheart.

She was sent over by our staffing company.

Well, I'm going to need the hard drive

of the surveillance footage