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[beeping]

[sighs]

Who is your accomplice,
Nora West-Allen?

[Eobard] There's always a Wells.

He knows I'm working with someone.

But he doesn't know
with whom you're working.

Not yet.

How can you be sure?

Because if he did,

your father would be here right now,
in a flash,

threatening to put his hand
right through my heart.

Eobard, if my father finds out
you've been helping me
try to catch Cicada behind his back,

he'll hate me.

Shh.

This can all be fixed.

I can fix this.

How?

A man does not wear
another man's face

unless he understands his mind.

Not just through time,
but across infinite Earths.

This Sherloque,
yes, he's brilliant, but

to re-direct his gaze,
one only has to nudge him

toward his weakness.

Love.

Tell me what to do.

[whooshes]

[Barry exhales] Well,

what do you think?

Looks great.

I mean, I can move the couch
against the wall if that'll help...

Iris? It's just couch in the corner
or against the wall

is pretty much the extent of
my interior design knowledge.

I'm sorry, babe, it's just...
It's been a week

since I launched
The Central City Citizen,

and I'm still struggling to
gain readers, and I think

I just figured out why.

"Iris West-Allen's
first published articles

as an aspiring online news maven
bring one word to mind, 'boring.'

Her stories lack
the edgy content made popular

by sites such as Spencer Young's
game-changing Spyn Zone.

In short,
Iris West-Allen plays it safe."

Iris, come on.
You can't listen to this.

You're a real journalist.

You don't want
to write like Spencer Young.

She didn't care about facts.

Yeah, but at least she wrote about
things that people cared about.

Like I did
when I was writing about DeVoe.

You want to write about Cicada.

Fine.

Call me if you need me.
I'll be at S.T.A.R. Labs.

Yes, of course.

[sighs] I've got
a lot of digging to do,

and I think I have a hunch
where to start.

All right.

So you really think this might be it?

Cisco sent me the sample
to corroborate his findings,

and it all checks out.

I'm sending it back to him
for final processing,

but I think we may have found a way
to suppress the meta genome.

Great. We can use it
to de-power Cicada,

-stop him for good.
-So what's the plan?

Put this thing in a tranq gun
and go all American Sniper on him?

It's not that simple.

So Cisco's breakthrough
came from analyzing identical twins

who were hit by
the particle accelerator dark matter.

Cases where one developed powers
and the other didn't.

The key difference
in both the cases...

-[Barry] Pituitary gland?
-Exactly.

In some cases, the pituitary gland
metabolizes dark matter,

thus manifesting in meta-powers.

So to turn a meta-human
into a human-human...

We neutralize the dark matter
in the pituitary gland.

Except there's one problem.

The cure isn't instant.

We would have to immobilize Cicada
for long enough

for the cure to take effect.

-How long will that take?
-Best guess? A minute.

It's going to be damn near impossible

to hold him still for one second,
much less 60.

Okay, but we're so close.

I mean, there's got to be
something we can do,

even if we have
to think outside the box.

I do have one more idea.

Van Horn Industries created
a peaceful anti-riot device

called a
Neuro-Stasis Field Generator.
It's basically a bio-EMP

that can immobilize
any living organism

within a confined radius.

Of course, the few devices
they had built were stolen.

I wouldn't even know
where to begin looking for them.

I do.

Can you at least try
not to look so surprised?

Look, if we need
this Neo-Matrix whatever-it-is,

if it's stolen tech,
I think I know where to look.

Earl Cox. Ralph says
you've got some information

that can help us.

Turns out
the device you're looking for

has been circulating
in the underground black market.

Sounds like Amunet Black's territory.

[Earl] Amunet's still MIA.

But, believe it or not,
her ex-boyfriend is filling the void.

You ever heard of Goldface?

Yeah, he's stolen
more weaponized tech

than any criminal in the city.

CCPD's been looking
for his black market for years.

Aye, and they'll keep on
coming up empty.

You pay at the market, and then... Poof!

Your goods turn up a day later
in an abandoned warehouse.

So, by the time
we get what we want...

Goldface will be long gone. [whistles]

Well, listen.
Thanks, Earl, and, you know,

-try to eat some fruit or something.
-Oh.

Will do. Right then, gents,
I'll see you around.

Hopefully.

Just tell 'em Big Raf sent you.

Thanks for the tip, Earl.

I know what you're thinking.

We're supposed to pay Goldface
and then, just let him get away?

You said we needed to
think outside the box.

This is making a deal with the devil.

No, this is stopping Cicada.

Look, I don't like this
any more than you do,

but, in some cases,
the ends justify the means,

and stopping a psychotic meta-killer

who we are literally
powerless against?

That's one of those cases.

All right.

What we're doing here?

So, Jitters has imported

a brand-new oolong tea,
and it's super-rare.

Okay, look, I'm busy right now.

I'm working, all right?
I don't have time.

-What are you working on?
-[sighs]

Well, I'm working on a mystery,
if you must know, nosey parker.

What kind of mystery?

One that maybe I will tell you
before too long, Nora West-Allen.

Great. So, let's grab a tea then.

All right. We'll have one cup of tea.

To go.

[Nora] Tell me what to do.

It's amazing how malleable
the timeline is.

Even the tiniest refinement
give birth to a whole new reality,

an object above placed below.

One path blocked leads to a whole
new one.

Gosh, I'm so sorry.

[Eobard] And if your timing is right...

I'll have a...

Everything falls into place.

Keep the change. Thanks.

Oh! [chuckles] Wow.

Wow.

That would have been
an embarrassing way to go. My gosh.

Death by decaf.

Flattened by flat white.

[Eobard] This woman is special.

Help him win her love,

and his attention moves
from you right onto her.

-Renée Adler.
-Ms. Adler. Sherloque Wells.

Can I buy you a scone or something
to repay you for saving my life?

Scone? Yes, all night...
I mean, yes.

-Great. Um...
-Thank you very much.

[exhales]

What we shall talk about
while we eat our scone, I wonder?

Maybe about, given your grace
and your posture,

your years of ballet training?

-Since I was four.
-Hmm.

[chuckles] Wow.
You're really perceptive.

It's a modest talent, I suppose.

Notice anything else about me?

-Challenge accepted. Um...
-[chuckles]

Well... East Coast girl?

Yes.

From a small village, maybe,

by a bay. Work with books.

A librarian at a university.

Live by a train station
in a small split-level pad.

You have a dog, an older dog, corgi.
Anyway about that scone--

-Okay, stay away from me.
-What?

I don't know how long
you've been watching me,

-but it ends now.
-No...

Or I'm calling CCPD. Stalker.

No. Ms. Adler.

[sighs]

-Sherlock...
-No, 'loque.'

Why did you say
all that stuff to her?

I don't know,
skip the small talk. No?

-No.
-I have work to do.

No, no. I'm not really
a romance expert,

but I just feel like
you were really into her.

[sighs] Well, yes,
maybe a little into her.

Okay, so don't give up so fast.

You know, maybe you could
try to find a way to say I'm sorry,

and I could help you with that.

How could one say no to that?

All right,
we're approaching the position.

[Caitlin] Copy. These are
the coordinates of the black market.

Team Snow and Frost
are standing by for backup.

Okay.

What do we do now?

I guess we say the magic words.

"The streets are paved with gold."

Maybe you didn't say it loud--

[both scream]

[computer beeping]

Barry? Ralph?

Uh...

Meta cuffs?

That's right. Power-dampening cuffs,

fitted with an explosive charge.
In case you're both metas.

So tell me, who sent you?

That's really sweet.

Look how threatening
they're trying to be.

Boys... [clears throat]

We really appreciate all this,
but you can relax.

Big Raf sent us.

[chuckles] Big Raf, huh?

All right, then.
Gentlemen,

welcome to the market.

So nobody, including us,
knows where we are right now.

And we are totally powerless.

Dude, if we make
the wrong move in here,

these cuffs are gonna be
the least of our worries.

New game plan.

The anti-hero of our dynamic duo
will find the Field Generator.

And you're just gonna stay here
and try not to look like a cop.

-Or a superhero.
-Okay.

Or really anything
you actually are.

Just go. I'm fine.

Hey.

You look like a discerning consumer,

might I interest you
in a little firepower?

-Nah, I'm good.
-You've come to a weapons market

-and you don't want any weapons?
-I said I'm good.

I'm here for something special.

What's more special
than a CCPD killer?

What do you mean?

That's what's great
about these babies.

Burns through police-issued
body armor.

I call 'em "Toastmasters."

Try it for yourself.

[laughs]

Can't wait to see cops' faces
when these hit the streets.

Or what's left of their faces.

-How much for all of them?
-All of them?

There's a limit per customer.

I guess I could ask
Goldface for approval.

No, why don't we just
work this out between us?

How much will it cost
to take all these off your hands?

[beeping]

Thank you for meeting with me,
Mr. Osmack.

Call me Brent. It's no problem.

Any interview about union reform
is time well spent.

What about workers' opinions?

I imagine, as a manager,
you must get them all the time?

Yeah. I know most of my guys
better than their wives.

So, I guess it must be difficult
when one of them surprises you.

Like that killer
that everyone's talking about.

Orlin Dwyer.

Did he ever say anything
that indicated how he was feeling

or what he was up to?

No comment.

Okay, well, did he give you
any kind of clue about

-where he might be now?
-I said no comment.

Did he threaten you?

Look, I know you're scared.

A lot of people were scared
when DeVoe attacked last year.

But the Flash defeated him,

partially because
I wrote these articles

that encouraged people
to come forward with information.

We can stop Dwyer.

Okay.

His paychecks went to a P.O. box.

But there was a problem once,

and I had to forward it
to his cousin's house.

His name was Robbie something...

Robbie... Robbie Byrne.

That's great.

[man] I'm telling you, man,
I don't have the authority

to okay a purchase that large.

Uh, excuse me. Bartholomew, a word?

What the hell are you doing?

Okay, this guy
has got crates of cop-killing guns.

Would you prefer
he sells them to criminals?

I would prefer
that you not blow our cover

if you're going to blow our cover.

Come on, man, I asked you to turn off
hero mode for, like, ten minutes.

Okay, whatever, let's not argue
about this here, all right?

Did you find the Field Generator?

Of course I did.

But you're not going to like
who has it.

[rap music playing]

Whaddup, whaddup and welcome.

I hear something special
in my collection

has caught your attention.

You heard right, the Neuro--

Neuro-Stasis Field Generator?

That's a nasty bit of business,
if used properly.

There's nothing proper
about the way we're going to use it.

[Goldface] My kind of people.

Okay.

Let's chop it up.

Let's make a deal.

-Look, we gonna do a deal or--
-Shut your mouth.

-Unless you want to be one-handed.
-[beeping]

-Thought not.
-[beeping stops]

See, here's the thing.

Scum recognizes scum.

I'm scum.

And I've survived this long
by recognizing the same.

Like you.

You're scum.
I sniffed you coming a mile away.

Thanks?

But your partner,
I don't sniff nothing on him.

And that worries me.

So, the question is,

who are you?

I can vouch for him. He's just--

I said, shut your mouth.

[groans]

I wanna hear it from him.

I'm only gonna ask once more.

Who are you?

I'm nobody.

No arrests.

No convictions.

Not for the Star City Museum heist,

where atomized lorazepam
knocked the guards out,

or the acid bomb that blew open
the Federal Reserve vault last month.

That was you?

Not according to police reports,

because the only evidence
I leave behind

are red herrings
for idiot cops to chase down.

You wanna know who I am?

You can call me "The Chemist."

But I really don't care
what you call me.

Just stop wasting my time.

You should let him do the talking.

[Dibny] I get that a lot.

So, we back in business?

With a twist.

Got a big job tonight.

Could use a guy like The Chemist

to cover our tracks.

You help me get what I want,

I'll give you what you want.

And what exactly do you want?

Ivo Labs has
this cutting-edge 3D printer,

sold it to some hospital.

What's so special about a 3D printer?

This one prints artificial organs.

If I've got it, I can sell life
to the highest bidder.

You want us to rob a hospital?

Of course not. I'm not a monster.

I want you to rob the lab
before it ever gets to the hospital.

Smile, boys.

Tonight, you're working for Goldface.

[knocking on door]

Best birthday present ever, Ralph.

[door opens]

[sighs]

-Allô!
-Oh, good. You're here.

So, since you let me agree

-to help you with your love life...
-Right.

...I came up with an unusual idea.

-[speaks French]
-Mmm-hmm.

-I have asked your ex-wives for help.
-Great. What?

Five women married you for a reason,
so who better to ask

why they fell in love with you
than them?

-Okay, except--
-I didn't think any of them

would agree, but four of them
actually jumped at the chance.

Of course they did,
because I owe them money.

I am behind
on all the alimony payments,

and they don't know
what Earth I'm on, until now.

-What?
-That's right.

Hello, Detective.

Hello, chérie.

You married
the same woman seven times?

She is the one for me.

[all] Darling, you can't run forever.

Can't shrink your way out
of this one.

You're in violation of
alimony bill 1152.

Ladies.

We know you had Superman
deliver your alimony

-to your ex on Earth 38.
-[Sherloque laughs]

-What?
-You think we don't all talk?

I was hoping they don't all talk.

-We have to talk.
-No, we talk.

We get together
all the time for dinner.

Except I can never
get you on the phone.

I text.
Hmm.

Look, I understand.
You want your money, right?

So maybe we can...
Maybe we can come to an agreement? Hmm?

We had an agreement.

One that you're currently
in breach of.

Uh... Ladies...

Ladies,
just a big misunderstanding here.

-[Sherloque] Big misunderstanding.
-I thought you were all coming here

-to help Sherloque.
-Sherloque.

Help him? You can't help a man
who thinks he knows everything.

Yeah. Like the time
"clues" led him to believe

it would be romantic to release
fruit bats at our wedding.

That's because she supports
the endangered species,

so I say fruit bats...
[imitates fluttering]

I do. I was being thoughtful.

Oh. For our anniversary,
he bought me a puppy dog.

That's not really...
That's kind of nice.

-Thank you.
-I'm deathly allergic to puppy dogs.

The dander makes my throat just...

It's true. But study shows that
more exposure to allergens

builds up your immune system.

So, I'm trying to give you
a healthy life.

Again, thoughtful on my part.

Well, at least he didn't deduce
that the nicest way

to breakup with you
was to fake his own death.

Not so thoughtful.

Twice.

Oh. That last one
really was on you, dear.

-Yeah.
-Seriously.

Look, there's gonna be
a real death here

if you don't pay us our money back
next month with interest.

We know where you are now.

Plus, we got
a great alimony recovery agent

by the name of Breacher.

Breacher?

Tick-tock, Sherlock.

[Sherloque] Sherloque.
Where you're going?

-Sherloque...
-I like how you say it.

I don't mean to sound heartless, but,

darling, not everyone
is meant for a relationship.

Some people are
just destined to be alone.

Sherloque, I...

[sighs]

We roll out in five.

Look, uh...

I don't have to ask you
how you feel about this.

Stealing from a hospital, that's...

[scoffs]

That's way more
than we bargained for.

So if you don't want to do this,
I won't--

I'll do it.

-You will?
-Yeah, what choice do I have?

You warned me
to get my head on straight

for this job, and I didn't.

You had Goldface ready to
give us what we needed,

and I blew it trying to
get those guns off the street.

And here we are.

-Barry, this is not your fault.
-Yeah, it is.

And you were right.
If I want to stop Cicada,

I can't be so precious

about getting
the Flash's hands dirty.

Sometimes the ends
justify the means. I get that now.

Let's just get this over with.

[door creaks]

Who the hell are you?

Sorry. Um, the door was unlocked.

I'm a reporter.

I'm looking for the owner,
Robbie Byrne.

I'm Robbie.

So...

What kind of story you writing?

It's an investigative report about

lead leaking into the water pipes
in this neighborhood.

Is that so?

Yeah.

Um...

Yeah. And it would be very helpful

if you could answer
a few questions for me.

All right.

But I haven't noticed
anything strange in the water.

That's the scary thing about lead.

I mean, the first sign
will probably be

a trip to the hospital.

Young children are
especially susceptible.

Do you have a daughter?

I used to.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And what about you?

Me?

I'm feeling better than ever.

Well, lead poisoning can
present itself in a variety of ways.

Look, it's late,
and I've got to get to bed soon,

-so...
-Of course, Mr. Byrne. I understand.

I still have a few more questions.

I mean, I could always
come to your office

tomorrow, if you like?

Would you prefer
I see you tomorrow then?

No.

Let's finish this now.

Making tea?

No. Making an espresso
because the mind needs more caffeine.

That's just hot water.

[sighs]

Sherloque, you know that stuff
your ex-wife said isn't true, right?

No. I'm destined to be alone.

No, you're not.
Yes, I am.

Listen,

you treat love like
it's a mystery that can be solved.

But you can't deduce your way
to a happy ending.

You just have to let it come
one step at time,

and enjoy whatever step you're in.

[man] Okay, listen up.

Get in, get out.

Our guy on the inside
said the place is empty,

and you all have the code
and the pass cards.

Switch your weapons
from "stun" to "meet your maker."

Let's go.

Go.

Barry, let me check your rifle,
I think it needs a new clip.

What?

I left my phone in there.
Can you check for me?

-Move.
-Go, go, go.

Ralph, there's no phone,
man, there's--

What're you doing? Hey!

What are you... Ralph?

You're right, Barry.

-Flash doesn't have to do this.
-What?

But I can.

Ralph, hey!

Ralph, let me out.

I can back you up, man.

Don't go alone.

Ralph!

Ralph.

I can have your back, man.
Don't go alone.

Where's The Chemist?

He said something about us

leaving an orgy of evidence
in the truck.

He's handling it.

All right, fan out and search.

Signal back when you find it.

Hey, anonymous criminal colleague,
this is it.

Kind of overkill with the packaging.

Yo! This ain't a library, man.
You wanna give me a hand?

Yeah. How about two?

Sorry, not sorry, pal.
This baby's going to a hospital.

Honestly? I never liked you.

Take this trash out
to the truck for disposal.

And his friend, too.

All right, let's pack it up.
Chop-chop.

Brick.

Ralph!

Well, thank you, but, for the record,
I meant throw the brick to me.

I was trying to throw it to you.

I see you couldn't
go through with it either.

Not after I saw those little kids.

Carver's in there with the printer.

There's a lot of guns.
We don't have any powers.

These do have a stun setting.

Come on.

All in a day's work, people.

Cover me!

[man] Go, go, go.

Where'd that come from?

I tripped.

Let's get the printer.

Move, move.

[Dibny] Barry!

Don't move!

[both panting]

I knew all that Red Dead
would pay off.

[beeping]

[Goldface] Good help's so hard to find.

Both of you. Loading dock. Now!

Go.

Good boys.

I was hoping
you wouldn't make Daddy use his belt.

Since you obeyed me,

I'm not going to blow your arms off.

I'm gonna kill you
in a more traditional way.

And I promise--

[scoffs]

He really should have
frisked us first.

[Goldface groans]

See, that's the thing. My gold?

It don't just make me look pretty.

[groans]
[Barry yells]

All right, Goldie Hawn,
let's do this.

[choking]

Since I'm going
into the organ donor business,

you'll be happy to know that your
corpses are going to a good cause,

making me rich.

-[Barry] Hey!
-[gun cocks]

Why you so mad at him?

He's not the one that
made you fall for a fake backstory.

[gasping]

Goldface, huh?

More like "Fool's Gold."

[groaning]

Good thing he didn't know
this wasn't loaded.

He's alive.

Yeah, and so are we.

Thanks to you. The Chemist?

Well, I, um... I should get going.

Thank you so much.
I really appreciate it.

You didn't have that bag
when you came in here.

[gasps]

[screams]

[yells]

[both grunting]

[screams]

[panting]

We're going to beat you.

[grunting]

Well, you got pretty banged up,

but your powers
are already working their magic.

No signs of permanent damage.

Guess the only real loss today
was our mission.

Yeah.

No, we'll find another way
to get the Field Generator,

and, besides,
we did have another win today.

We took down a powerful meta-human
without our powers.

That's a good reminder
that even when Cicada dampens us,

-we have other ways to fight.
-[cell phone vibrates]

Hello.

Iris?

Dwyer's gone.

I'll get Iris.

I've got nothing in here.

Ditto upstairs.

Yeah, there's no evidence here
that points to where he went.

Did you find that device
you needed?

Maybe we don't need it.

I know how to
give the cure to Cicada.

I know his weakness.

[Sherloque] Pardon.

-May I offer you a refill?
-Oh, gosh.

No, wait, wait.
I need to tell you something.

Don't be alarmed. I'm not a stalker.

I'm a detective.

This is how I knew
all these facts about you.

I deduced them.

It's immodest to say,
but I happen to be quite good at it.

Prove it.

Pardon?

Show me.

Do, um...

Do that guy.

Challenge accepted.

Great.

So, have you looked at
the size of his drink?

It's small relative to his body mass.

And the hesitation
but also the enjoyment

with which he consumes his beverage,
it's elementary.

This is a man
who has a dairy allergy,

but still prefers
to drink milk lattes,

but not without consequence.
Wait for it. And...

[groans]

-[chuckles]
-Voilà.

Oh, my gosh.

You are really good at this.

Like I say, it's a modest talent.

But, I must apologize for...
How do they say? "Creeping you out."

But if perhaps you would
allow yourself to forgive me,

then I could buy you a tea
to make it up to you.

Well, I have to go to work now.

-But--
-All right. Yes, of course.

You can call me sometime.

Really?

[chuckles]

Merci.

I look forward to sometime.

Me too.

Thanks.

-Ooh!
-Oh!

-You all right?
-Oh, gosh.

I guess I should have started ballet
when I was three, right?

But of course, yes.

Okay, bye.

Au revoir, Ms. Adler.

Oh, you're amazing.

You're a meta.

Computer on.

Close Nora West-Allen file.

Open Cicada case work.

Right.

He will not harm you.

[sighs]

[Eobard] If your mission is successful,

your secret is safe,