- Previously, on "The Flash"...
- It's a samurai. - Bring me the Flash.
Or else, your city falls.
- Barry's still stuck in the Speed Force?
- I'm gonna get him out. But I need your help.
- Barry? It's me, Iris.
- Please come back to me.
- Barry, Iris is in trouble.
- Flash is back!
- Flash...welcome home.
- The Flash is back in Central City.
- You came back to me.
- I'm never going anywhere ever again.
- Not only is this the most modern,
lavish penthouse on the market, it also has
one of the best views in all of Central City.
Join me on the balcony. See for yourself.
- I couldn't care less about the view.
Ah, is it your most expensive listing?
- Yes, but the price is negotiable.
- I'll take it.
- Yes.
Just, uh, let me lock up and I'll ride down with you.
- Sorry, not sure which button does what.
- Shmuck.
- Damn it.
Dana? Yeah, listen.
I think I'm in some busted elevator or some--
I don't know--whoa!
No!
- What? Whoa.
No! Huh?
- Barry. - Hey.
- Hi, you're up early. - Yeah.
- Doing what, exactly?
- Uh, I'm just catching up on all the TV I missed
while I was stuck in the Speed Force.
When you've been gone six months,
the world is a minefield of spoilers.
But Cisco hooked me up
with the 1,000-times sped up version
of my favorite shows.
Aw, Jon Snow died. Oh, he's alive!
- Huh.
And here I was thinking you'd need a jump start
for your loopy brain. - Nope.
Brain good. All of me is good.
Mmm.
Joe needs me. Crime scene.
- Oh, that's okay. I should probably get started
on our neglected wedding plans.
It's gonna take me forever
to get through this binder, so...
- Oh, no. Don't worry about it.
I'm done with it.
- You're done? - Yeah.
I locked in a caterer, I got you your favorite flowers,
I put a deposit on a venue with an amazing view,
I got that seven tier raspberry chocolate cake.
- Well, I guess you've got everything covered.
- So, my lovely fiancée can remain stress-free.
Save me a bear claw?
- Ooh, no promises, speedster.
You whoosh, you lose.
- What do we got, Joe?
- Not much to go off.
The only witness was an elderly resident, and...
she's still pretty rattled. - Hey.
- Mr. Allen. - Hi.
- Six months and five minutes late.
Sorry, Captain Singh.
Thank you again for granting me that extended sabbatical.
But I'm back, I'm ready to work,
and what can I say-- it's a beautiful day.
Sorry. What are we dealing with?
- Well, I hope you had a light breakfast.
- No, I had a good spread actually.
Pancakes, sausage, fruity cereal...
Whoa.
He's...everywhere.
- As far as we can tell,
it dropped him a hundred stories.
- Were you able to ID the vic?
- Yeah. Kurt Weaver.
Worth billions. Capital B.
- What do you think, Mr. Allen?
- You see the impacts on the ceiling?
And the repeated lateral stress fissures on the frame?
This guy didn't just drop. He was...
shaken to death.
- Excuse me. Coming through.
CCPD Tech Consultant. That's right.
Look at the badge. That means it's official.
- He's aware that badge is plastic, right?
- Fellas, so sorry I'm late.
The curls were not cooperating this morning.
Oh, good Lord. Why would you show me that?
- We think this is because of some weird technical glitch,
and you're our weird tech expert.
- This completely ruins Sriracha for me.
Yoink.
That shouldn't be there.
- What is it?
- It's encrypted code.
This wasn't a glitch. This was a hacker.
The Cortex's quantum algorithm
should decrypt this code in no time.
That should help us ID our new hacker.
But while we wait,
I got a little welcome back gift for you.
Come, come. Walk with ya boy.
Gather round, class.
Ka-blam!
- I mean, that was cool-- reveal and everything,
but I've seen that suit.
I've actually already worn it. - Yeah.
We all know you gave Barry's suit
a nice little fancy makeover.
- Yeah, but you don't know what you don't know.
And underneath all this red beautiful,
I've built in self-repairing armor,
nano-liquid circuitry, full-spectrum scanning,
and a whole bunch of other big words.
Chief among them....
Your very own custom-made HUD.
This thing is loaded with maps, schematics, delivery menus.
You know that Thai place you like so much?
- Yeah, love the Pad See Ew.
- You know how we Pad See do.
- Dude, this is awesome. What else does it do?
- Well, lucky for you,
I even wrote you an instruction manual.
- Yay.
- Come on. We're not cavemen.
- Really good work.
- I know!
- I'll look at this later.
Um, I gotta get back to CCPD.
And you can blame this on Cisco,
but I'm thinking Thai tonight?
- Ooh...honestly, babe, I'll probably be too tired
to eat out after our evening training session, so--
- I cancelled that. Yeah, don't worry about that.
- You cancelled it?
- Yeah, I mean, I don't think we need it, right?
Besides, I'm back. I'll make a reservation, okay?
Muah.
- Must be so nice having Barry back.
- Yeah. Yes, it is.
- But...
- Well, I mean, it's just gonna take some time for him
to get used to the new dynamics around here, that's all.
- Yeah.
You know, when Ronnie and I went from just working together
to working together and dating,
we had some trouble communicating.
- Oh, I mean, Barry and I communicate just fine.
- Yeah, I'm just saying, we actually went
to couples therapy and it really helped a lot.
- I appreciate the advice, Caitlin--really, I do.
But, you know, Barry and I
have known each other since childhood.
You know? We don't need therapy.
I mean...
we're Barry and Iris, right?
- Right.
- Thanks, though, I mean, you know, I don't have
anything against it, it's just...
- You're Barry and Iris. Gotcha.
Unauthorized breach incoming. We gotta move.
- Don't change, don't change, don't change, don't change...
- Caitlin, let's go.
- You ready?
- For anything.
- Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hold your fire!
- Hey.
- Hey, you wanna give me a little more notice next time?
You know, people who wanna kill us come through here, right?
- Oh. My bad, guys.
- Cisco, that was very heroic of you to just jump in
and protecting Gypsy like that. It's pretty impressive.
- Dude, I'm protecting you from her.
She would've vaporized you guys.
- He's not lying.
- As you were.
- Okay.
- So, you almost ready for our date?
- Uh, yeah, almost. Um...
I hit a snag in trying to decrypt this hacker code
for the CCPD--I mean, you know how we do, and just,
kind of, like, the matrix-- you care about none of this.
Just give me, like, one hour. Two tops.
And then...
It's you and me. Promise.
- You're lucky you are so cute.
- And you are amazing.
- Yeah.
- And you're so right about that cute thing too.
Huh.
B-R-B.
- Okay.
- Guys? There's a car going 120 swerving between lanes.
Somebody's gonna get killed.
You both need to get out there.
- That's one car. I got it.
- Yeah, but I--
I can help you.
- Help! Help!
- Okay, guys, it's a runaway. Driver's trapped inside.
I'm gonna change his trajectory.
- Okay, then turn him left.
There's a turn-off for runaway trucks coming up.
Just clear a path and the car will come to a safe stop there.
- No, no, no. I'm gonna push him right.
That street's empty. I can help him there.
- Barry, you can't go down that road.
- What? Why?
- Because they started construction
on that street three months ago.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- I know a guy almost died,
but what happened to this sexy beast here today
is the real tragedy. - Mm-hmm.
- That could've been a lot worse.
- I'm sorry, guys. This one is all on me.
- Okay, so my dad talked to the driver, Tim Kwon.
He's fine. He's gonna question him
and see if they can figure out who did this.
Cisco? What do we got?
- Beginning auto-topsy. Now.
- That is the same weird code from the elevator murder scene.
- Wait, doesn't that mean-- - Our hacker's got a hit list.
- Wa--can you crack it?
- Man, I've been trying to crack this code all day.
- It looks like a virus.
- Well, yeah, because it's a computer virus.
- No, no, no. Scooch.
- Oh. I feel violated.
- It looks like an organic virus.
- But with a digital sub-base.
Our killer isn't just hacking machines.
He's controlling them.
- Our hacker's not a hacker.
- He's a meta.
- Is there any connection between the two victims?
- There's nothing online.
But their names--Weaver, Kwon-- they sound very familiar to me.
I started collecting these tech magazines in high school.
They were like-- - Those are the magazines
you collected in high school?
- Okay. That's--that's hurtful.
That's really hurtful. Anyway.
I'm 90% sure that's where I read those names.
- Okay, great. Start digging.
Barry, can I talk to you for a second?
- Mm-hmm.
Hey, about what happened-- I am sorry.
I should've listened to you, it's just,
sometimes when I'm out there, things move so fast
and I'm really excited to be the Flash again.
Anyway, I hope you're not mad.
And you are. You're mad, aren't you?
- No, no. I'm not mad.
I just think with-- with us being engaged
and now we're working together,
that it's more important than ever that we communicate.
- I completely agree.
- Good, because Caitlin mentioned something earlier
and I sort of dismissed it, but now I'm--
I'm really thinking that it could help us.
- What is it?
- Couples therapy.
- Couples therapy?
- Mm-hmm. - You...
We're not, like, in trouble, are we?
- No, no. No, of course not.
I just think that any couple
that's doing everything we're doing could
use some advice.
- Mm-hmm.
- We're just talking about a tune up, I mean, there's--
there's nothing wrong with that, right?
- A tune up? Right, yeah, no, I mean,
if it's--sure, if it's what you wanna do,
then sure, yeah, let's try it. - Great.
'Cause we've got an appointment in 30 minutes.
I'll get my purse.
- What?
Later.
- Hi. Iris? - Hi.
- Barry? - Hello.
- Hi, I'm Doctor Sharon Finkel.
I am so sorry I kept you waiting.
- Oh, no, no. It's fine.
Thank you for squeezing us in.
- Oh, well, you made it sound so urgent on the phone.
No.
No, not urgent.
I'm excited to dive in.
Right?
- Oh, absolutely. I love therapy.
- Oh. Have you been before?
- Just once, when I was a kid,
after my mom died.
- Oh, your mom. Oh.
- But I'm okay with that.
I mean, I'm not okay with it, obviously.
I mean, I'd prefer that she was alive.
I just meant that I've already dealt with it is--
I don't think it's worth writing down.
- These notes are just for me.
No one is judging you guys.
- Yes, we know.
- Oh, my dad died too.
Just for your notes.
- So, Barry, Iris filled me in a little bit
about the two of you on the phone before.
Getting married? - Yeah.
Yeah, it's been a long road getting here.
- Mm-hmm. - First, um...
us growing up together, and then, um,
I was engaged to someone else.
- Oh, okay.
- That's worth a write-down?
He's actually dead too.
- Oh, you two have had to deal with a lot of trauma.
- Well... - No, not a...
- Eddie...and Ronnie. - I mean, a little.
- My mom. H.R. - Not too much.
- Laurel. - Some.
- Snart. - We've been
to a few funerals. - Yeah.
- So, Barry,
why do you think Iris wanted you two to see me today?
- Well, Iris and I--
we recently started working together.
You see, I went away for a while on a, uh...
- A business trip. - Business trip.
For six months and y-- um, I guess now--yeah.
We're just learning to get back in sync,
to sync up again.
Is that right? - Mm-hmm.
- Well, there's no right or wrong, Barry.
- Right.
- I think we could work on listening a little bit more.
Right? - Uh-huh, yeah.
- Um, or else, someone could get really hurt.
You know, like, if they crashed their car
into a brick wall going 100 miles per hour.
She means that emotionally.
Do I?
- Hello, mamacita.
They don't make them like you anymore.
- What the hell?
- Easy, it's just the Motherboard of the Month,
July of '07, okay? Look at her.
- Kinda wish it was a girl.
Baby, it's been hours.
You guys haven't made any progress yet?
- No mention of Kurt Weaver or Tim Kwon
or any connection between the two of them.
- Until now. Got him.
Take note, people, it's only hoarding if it doesn't pay off.
- Okay, so that's Tim Kwon.
That's Kurt Weaver. That's Sheila Agnani.
- Who's that guy?
- Ooh, sorry about that.
- No, it's definitely my fault.
- You don't have any idea who would wanna do you harm?
Not even a gut feeling?
- No, I mean, everyone loves a billionaire, right?
No, I have no idea.
- Grenade! Everybody move!
- So, what would you say your goals are for this session?
- Uh, well, I just want to know that Barry hears my concerns
about our issues with miscommunication.
- Uh, I gotta go.
- You gotta go?
He's gotta go.
- Yeah...sorry, um... - Mm.
- This was...sorry.
- You're gonna write down that he ran out of here, aren't you?
- Yes.
- Get down!
- Everybody okay?
- I don't know. Must've been a dud.
- Same corrupted code. Same guy.
- Someone very creatively
tried to kill Tim Kwon and Kurt Weaver.
- Where's Kwon now?
- He ran out of here scared out of his mind.
He wouldn't even wait for a protected escort.
- But the good news is,
I found a connection between our victims.
Four years ago, Kurt Weaver and Tim Kwon created an app
in their garage with two other programmers.
Some kind of malware called Kilgore.
And then they sold it off to a big tech company.
- So that's how they made their money.
- I saw this guy. He was here.
- Ramsey Deacon. Looks like we found our meta.
And for some reason he's going after his old partners.
- It's like "Silicon Valley" if Richard went nuts
and started killing everyone at Pied Piper.
- I feel like he's got more of a anarchist Gilfoyle vibe.
- Erlich, maybe.
- Look, guys, I love that we are so confident
in our ability to apprehend villains
that we can have this debate, but, hi.
What about her? - That's Sheila Agnani.
She's, like, a big deal tech guru now.
- She could be next on Deacon's list.
We'll definitely have to protect her.
- Yeah, well, my dad and Wally can do that, right?
- I'm on it. - Great.
- I'll keep working on the code.
- Sure. - Sorry about therapy.
- Oh, it's okay. I told Dr. Finkel
that you had a work emergency.
- True. Kind of.
- Yeah, and she had a cancellation this afternoon,
so we should get over there.
Don't wanna be late.
- No--yeah.
Let's get back in there...
- This guy is a living computer virus.
That's a new one. - Look at this code.
From the elevator, to the car,
to the bomb robot, this code keeps changing...
But I can't figure out why.
- Okay, we have to remember that it's not just digital.
It's bio-digital.
Most organic viruses mutate to avoid being killed.
- So, if we managed to create digital antibodies,
then we can shut this guy down.
Oh, nice one! - Mmm.
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm so glad you're here,
'cause I truly, deeply, from the bottom of my heart--
I am sorry, but I'm gonna have to cancel our date.
If you're gonna vibe blast me, can I at least pick the spot?
- It's fine, Cisco.
I get it. - You get it?
- Yeah, what's not to get? You have to work, so...
we will cancel our date.
Well, good luck, you guys. I hope it works out.
- What a cool chick.
She took that so well.
- No. No, she didn't.
When a girl says she gets it,
what she really means is she doesn't get it at all.
- I'm confused.
- Don't be. Very simple.
You, my friend, are in so much trouble.
- You just had to fall for the girl
in head-to-toe black leather, didn't you?
- We're back.
That was quick, even for me.
Inside joke...so, yes.
- Work emergency aside,
I have a sneaking suspicion
that you'd rather be somewhere else, Barry.
- No, no. I--um...
I mean, we do have a...
big work thing that we're dealing with.
It's important.
- Yeah, but so is this.
You know, if we're not on the same page, Barry,
people could die.
- Uh... - Metaphorically.
- No. No, no.
Don't hold back.
Turn to Iris, look her in the eyes,
and tell her what you wanted to say.
- I don't know-- uh, well...
I...
I said I was sorry about this morning.
- Iris.
Turn to Barry. Talk to him.
- It's not just this morning, Barry.
You cancelled training
the other day without asking me.
- Training?
- Swimming. - For a marathon.
- It's a...triathlon. - Mm-hmm.
- Anyway, I didn't think cancelling training
was that big of a deal.
- Yeah, but you made all those wedding plans too
and you didn't consult me.
- I was trying to be a good fiancé.
Yeah, but I'd think most brides would be happy
that their future spouse cared about helping with the wedding.
That is a good thing, right?
Look, I don't know. I mean, I guess
our wires have gotten crossed a few times the last few days,
but I think that hardly rises to the level of a crisis.
After everything we've been through together,
you and me, we're Barry and Iris.
We're the gold standard.
I am so in love-- - Then how could you leave me?
You left me, Barry. You just left me.
Standing there, alone.
How could you do that?
- All the listening devices are in place.
- Keep your ears open.
Gotta make sure she's safe.
Yeah.
- What? I like punk music.
- Tim? What the hell, man?
You can't just come into my house.
- 'Cause you wouldn't return my calls. I really need--
- Is this about your weird crush? Let it go, Tim.
We are not happening. - Sheila, listen.
Deacon's coming for us.
He wants payback for what we did to him.
- What did we do to him?
Kurt scrubbed any connection between us from the net,
so as far as the world's concerned, we're innocent.
- But we're not.
I should've never let you talk me
into going along with this.
And now Kurt's dead.
Deacon killed him.
- He did not.
- Oh, yes. He did.
- Oh, this is a nice house.
How much do you pay for it? 10 mil?
- Let's talk about this. We can make it right.
- Shut up, Tim.
You could've had all this too.
This is could've been yours.
- Kilgore was my idea.
And you three stole it away from me.
- Somebody had to.
Otherwise, it would've just been a halfway clever idea
that died in someone's garage.
- Sheila.
- No, I'm not going to apologize
because after four years,
you finally found some balls.
- I found something else.
Something I never had with my family,
or at MIT, or with any of you.
- Really? And what was that?
- Power.
Oh, you're not still diabetic, are you?
- Those new computer-controlled insulin pumps
are a real life saver.
- Way too much insulin-- well, that can be lethal.
- How should we kill you?
- He put her in insulin shock.
- Glucose.
Deacon took him.
He took Tim.
- No sign of Deacon or Kwon on facial recognition,
traffic cameras--nothing.
- We don't even know if Kwon's still alive.
- We gotta move fast.
Where were you two?
- Dry cleaners. - Wedding...cleaners.
Dry cleaners.
- Um, Cisco?
Uh, where are you with those bio-digital antibodies?
- I'm nowhere.
Actually, no-- you know what?
I am somewhere. I'm in the doghouse.
Apparently the pan-dimensional doghouse.
I don't know if this doghouse
has a door or window, but if it did,
I'd be jumping out of it!
- It's okay. I'll go talk to him.
- Has everybody lost their minds?
She must think I'm blowing her off.
But I'm just trying to do my job.
I guess the word "reschedule" doesn't exist on Earth 19.
- Okay, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that
the reason you can't focus on the science is because
you're so worried about what's going on with Gypsy.
- I'm sorry, I didn't hear anything you said.
But I-I think I figured it out.
I think I can't focus on anything
'cause of this whole Gypsy situation.
I'm--I think I'm just gonna have to talk to her.
- What a great idea.
- Hey.
What's up, Cisco?
- You're mad at me.
- I said it was fine.
- No, no, no.
Rule number one, when a girl says it's fine, it's not fine.
- Amen!
I'm gonna go.
- Rule number two, you don't blow off a date
with your favorite person.
The day got away from me. Let me make it up to you, okay?
Date night tomorrow?
- No, Cisco. It...it had to be today.
- Why today?
- Because today is One-One-One Day.
- One-what-what-what?
- It's One-One-One Day.
- What is that?
- One-One-One Day on my Earth is...
is the day that you celebrate with the one...
with the one you love, all right?
It's when one soul, plus one soul, equals...
one soul.
- That is...so sappy.
- Yes, it is sappy.
And it is stupid and schmoopy.
But there is something about you that--
it makes me wanna do stupid, schmoopy things.
And I hate the word "schmoopy" and people who use it.
- Well, that is the sweetest and angriest thing
you've ever said to me.
Why didn't you just tell me that?
- Because I was embarrassed, Cisco.
So, you know what? Let's just forget about it.
Because the day is already over and I would really like
to forget that I ever brought this up--
- No, no, no.
I will not forget it, okay?
You are important to me.
And if One-One-One Day is important to you...
One-One-One.
That's it.
I gotta go.
It's like he doesn't know
that he's a dead man.
- Hey.
I don't know why I thought that we didn't have
to talk about what happened.
You were so happy I was back.
- I am happy.
You're everything to me.
Look...
I had to explain to our friends and family
why they had a save-the-date for our wedding
but no invitation.
I had to constantly lie about why you were gone.
You don't know the looks people gave me
because they knew that wasn't the truth.
You know, what they must've thought about us.
What it made me think about us.
- Iris...
It's not like I wanted to leave you.
I had to put on a brave face for everyone,
but it was killing me inside.
And I think part of why I didn't talk it through
with you is...I was afraid.
I was afraid that you would tell me to stay.
And I wouldn't have been strong enough not to.
- Barry, how do you know what I'm gonna say
if you don't ask me?
I am here to help you.
Especially when everything seems lost.
But you have to let me.
- But sometimes it's not about us, or the team.
Sometimes the weight of the whole city
falls on my shoulders, and it's up to me to carry it.
I'm the Flash.
- See, that's what you don't get.
When I put this ring on my finger,
it wasn't just about you or me anymore.
It was about us.
You are not the Flash, Barry.
We are.
- Guys.
We need you. It's about Deacon.
- I have something to confess.
Kurt Weaver, Sheila Agnani, and I--
we stole the Kilgore malware program from Ramsey Deacon.
We sold it for billions.
But it was all his idea.
We got rich. And he got nothing.
- I guess that explains why Deacon's got such a vendetta.
- Cisco, if he's livestreaming, can you track the signal?
- In, like, two seconds.
Papa loves having his own satellite.
- What are you gonna do when you find him?
- Hit him with this. - What is that?
- Deacon's powers are derived
from the binary code in his DNA.
So, we created a compound encoded
with a numerical string pattern of ones and zeros
to invert the order of the code.
- Ones become zeros, and vice versa.
- One plus one plus one.
- All right, we're on it.
Send us the location once you have it.
- Okay. - Let's do it.
- And now you know the truth.
We stole Kilgore from Ramsey Deacon.
He is the real victim.
- Good.
You forgot one thing.
- What?
- You didn't say good-bye to anyone who's gonna miss you.
You ever play wishbone, Tim?
- He and the others destroyed my life!
- Listen, I know you feel wronged, Deacon,
but that doesn't give you a right to take his life.
- I smell technology in your suit.
What have you got in there?
- Oh, crap.
I can't move.
- Weapon system online.
Targeting.
Run.
- Call me Kilgore.
- Barry? What's happening?
- It's Deacon, he's done something with my suit.
- Remote access complete.
- You put your voice in Barry's suit?
- Well, it had to be somebody
and my voice is soothing.
- How much tech did you put in this suit?
- So much.
- I've actually always been a huge Flash fan
these past couple of years.
But this is like having a giant action figure.
- Frack me, he's locked me out of my own programming.
- Do something.
- Uh... Barry, get away from him.
It might lessen his technopathic hold over you.
- I can't!
- Who are you talking to?
Someone listening in?
Can't have that.
- Barry? Barry.
His comms are offline.
- You have a defibrillator.
How about I stop your heart?
- Hello?
- You have a collect call from...
- Guys, help me!
- We accept the charges.
- The suit's still freaking out.
- Well, get it off!
- Nope-- yeah, I can't get it off.
- That would be the deadlock function.
I built it in case he ever got knocked out
so a bad guy wouldn't reveal his identity.
It seemed like a smart idea at the time.
- Flotation mode activated.
- What?
- What the hell does he need a raft for, Cisco?
- He runs on water.
He might lose his speed out there.
What's he gonna do then? He might drown.
- You couldn't just put an oxygen tank in the suit?
- That's a good idea.
How is this thing still intact?
Cisco!
- Babel Protocol activated.
- What?
What's Babel Protocol?
Why am I ticking?
- It's the self-destruct sequence.
- What? - Self-destruct?
- I-I'm sorry, have we not faced
an evil version of Barry before?
My mistake!
- Well, how do I stop it?
Hell no.
- Oh, God.
- Cisco, there must be something we can do.
- Not as long as this thing's powered up.
- Come on, come on!
- Barry? Can you hear me?
- Iris!
I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.
Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.
- You need to throw a lightning bolt.
- At what?
- Yourself.
- You want him to do what?
- It might short the suit out, give him back control.
- Or it might set off the self-destruct early.
- Or it might stop his heart.
- Barry?
Barry, you need to listen to me, okay?
We can do this.
Okay.
No, I trust you, Iris.
- Then run, Barry.
Run.
Barry?
- Oh, Tim.
I know I have the coolest superpower ever, but...
I'm kinda tired.
- Hello, gorgeous.
Here on Earth 1, we celebrate One-One-One Day today,
even though I have zero idea what that means,
or what any of your Earth's holidays mean.
I mean, I literally cannot believe you celebrate
a day called Saint Shaquille O'Neal's Day.
- You guys have a magical elfling in a red suit
that breaks into your house and eats your cookies.
- Mm, actually, he's the boss of the elves,
so, like, maybe do your research before.
- Ah.
- What I do know is how special you are to me.
And how sorry I am
that I didn't get to spend yesterday with you.
- Well, I guess you were busy catching a deranged killer.
- Baby, we are always catching a deranged killer around here.
- True.
I will always make it up to you.
I mean that.
You just gotta let me know when it's this important.
- I will.
- All right, then.
Ready to get your schmoopy on? - Mm-hmm.
- 'Cause, you know, my schmoopy game is real strong.
- Oh.
- This is cruel and unusual.
How will I survive in here without my Kindle?
- You ain't touching anything electronic ever again.
There's three layers of signal-dampening walls
between you and the world.
No wiring. Not even a lightbulb.
- There's technology everywhere these days.
- That's fine, we just have one question for you.
That particle accelerator explosion four years ago--
you were living in Silicon Valley.
So, if you weren't here that night,
how did you get your powers?
Oh, wow.
Oh, you're not gonna believe it.
It really was something, though.
A real life changer.
And do you two wanna know the best part?
I wasn't the only one.
So, good luck, gentlemen.
Think Central City's about to have its hands full.
- Thank you for letting us see the prisoner, Warden Wolfe.
- Oh, my pleasure. Did you get what you needed?
- We think so. - Well, not to worry.
This so-called Kilgore isn't going anywhere.
We'll take good care of him.
- How is it possible that Deacon's a meta
if he didn't get his powers
from Wells' particle accelerator blowing up?
- However it happened, we will figure it out,
and we will be ready.
- After Cisco gets all that tech out of your suit.
You don't need fancy gadgets to be the Flash.
You are the Flash. - No.
We are. - Hm.
- Did I miss something?
- Ah, one of my childhood favorites.
Schubert's "Unfinished Eighth Symphony."
- Unfinished until now.
- You didn't.
- It was surprisingly simple to extrapolate
the remaining movements once I familiarized myself
with the body of his work.
- All 600 of his works?
- I woke up early this morning.
Do you have an update?
- Subject One has been located.
He's safe.
Locked up in the meta-human wing
at Iron Heights as we speak.
He's right where you wanted him.
What do we do now?
- Now we find the others.