The Flash

My name is Barry Allen, and I am the fastest man alive.

When I was a child, I saw my mother killed

by something impossible.

Run, Barry, run!

My father went to prison for her murder.

Then an accident made me the impossible.

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

but secretly, I use my speed to fight crime

and find others like me.

And one day, I'll find who killed my mother...

Mom!

And get justice for my father.

I am The Flash.

Previously on The Flash...

You're him. The Reverse-Flash.

I'm Eobard Thawne.

And the Flash's speed is the key

to my returning to my time.

I've been teamed up with Mason Bridge, who is a legend.

You're the guy who thinks Harrison Wells

is some mad genius?

What do you know about him?

I think that maybe you were right about Dr. Wells.

- Which part? - All of it.

Come on.

Sweet dreams, my beautiful boy.

- Mom! - Barry, no!

- Mom! - Get back!

Mom!

All right, this is everything

que savont nous a propos d'Harrison Wells,

which is actually not a lot.

Didn't you read a whole book about him?

oui, 600 pages,

and the big takeaway is, he's enigmatic.

Your mom was killed by a speedster.

Wells' machine turned you into a speedster.

That's way too many coincidences for this old cop.

Do you think that he wanted me to become The Flash?

Everything he's done

since that night you got struck by lightning...

bringing you to S.T.A.R. Labs,

giving you the suit, training you...

it's all been to keep you safe.

And to make me faster.

Wells once said that he needed more speed from me.

Why?

I don't know.

But he wants something from you, Barry.

We just need to figure out what it is.

Well, let's go get him then. Let's get some answers.

We can't do that now as much as we might want to.

Joe, you had your suspicions about Wells

from the very beginning.

You thought that he might be the man in yellow.

Except the blood from your house didn't match him.

All right, so maybe he's not the Reverse-Flash,

but you think that he knows what happened that night.

He may have the key to getting my dad out of prison.

Whatever Wells wants from you,

it started 15 years ago.

He's been patient.

Scary patient.

You gotta listen to me on this.

We have to be just as patient.

Yeah.

Oh, wow.

Wow. Look.

Wow.

Henry?

Henry!

Henry!

- Henry! - Henry?

Nice name.

Tricked ya.

Look who's back.

My tricks. My treat.

But I'll give you something good to eat.

Today's special. A city in ashes.

The Trickster proudly welcomes you all

to the new disorder.

Talking in the third person. That's never a good sign.

You're just mad because he named himself.

Actually, he didn't.

20 years ago, Central City was hit by a series

of terrorist attacks.

One man killed at least ten civilians, two cops.

That guy called himself The Trickster.

Whoa. Someone was rocking the unitard.

James Jesse?

Like Jesse James, only more twisted.

Where is this Mr. Jesse now?

He's serving several life sentences at Iron Heights.

He was just about the most dangerous thing

Central City had ever seen.

You mean until the Particle Accelerator blew up.

Um...

Barry and I will go see this James Jesse at Iron Heights,

see if he can give us something

that can help us catch his groupie.

I'll analyze the video and see if I can figure out the source.

Hey, Joe.

Is Barry doing all right? He seems cranky.

Even The Flash wakes up on the wrong side of the bed

some mornings.

He's fine.

- Mom! - Nora, hold on!

Run, Barry, run!

Gideon, what's happening to me?

Your latest time jump against The Flash

caused a massive drain on your powers.

Your cells contain no trace of The Speed Force.

That's impossible.

Your ability to move at super-speed

as well as travel in time has been completely depleted.

How am I supposed to get back?

You can't.

Never seen this part of the prison before.

Yeah, I had to have this cell specially built

for James Jesse about five years ago.

Why is that?

A criminal psychologist set up weekly visits with him.

James talked the shrink into committing suicide.

Oh, you're gonna need these.

Okay.

Gentlemen.

Please, be seated.

I'm Detective Joe West. This is Barry Allen.

Uh, we'd like to ask you a few questions.

Mmm.

I can smell them in your pocket.

Mmm.

Yesterday, hundreds of these parachute bombs

were released throughout Central City.

Huh.

Fun idea,

but not an effective delivery system.

How many died?

No one, luckily.

You know, when I was free and at my height,

a day without casualties was like...

well, like the Cubs winning the pennant...

it just never happened.

The explosives they found in all the parachute bombs

had the same explosive composition as the bombs

you set off 20 years ago.

That's impossible.

I never told anyone that formula.

The signatures are an exact match.

He called himself The Trickster too,

just like you.

He is nothing like me, Detective.

Nothing!

Do you know who he is?

Oh.

If I did, I would tell you,

so you could find him, cut off his head,

and throw it right in his face.

No, this is obviously the work

of a rank amateur at best.

A mere pretender angling for my throne.

I hear you.

So...

help us catch him.

Prove there's only one Trickster.

Trying to trick The Trickster, Joseph, hmm?

No.

There's only one way this could happen.

Whoever he is,

he must have found my lair.

I ask only one thing,

when you find this schtick stealer,

this gimmick grabber, this pathetic wannabe, fake,

make sure your safety's off.

Something has happened to Mason Bridge.

No one has seen or heard from him in a week.

Well, he's a journalist, Iris. Maybe he's on a story.

Then why hasn't he answered his phone or his emails?

Maybe he stumbled on the wrong story and he's laying low.

You don't know him like I do, Eddie.

When Mason is on a story, nothing is getting in his way.

I mean, he considers threats minor annoyances.

Then maybe he's on a bender or he met a girl

worth disappearing for a week over.

Look, he also said that something weird was going on

at S.T.A.R. Labs.

Eddie, something has happened to him.

Something bad. I can feel it.

Please.

Look, Captain Singh has everyone

on the Central City Park bomber.

But as soon as I can, I'll look into Bridge.

I promise.

Okay.

This looks like nobody's been here since the '90s.

Yeah, look at this thing.

You really think Jesse doesn't know

who this new Trickster guy is?

He seemed pretty ticked off that someone

was besmirching his bad name.