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[dramatic music]

[both laugh]

♪ ♪

- Barry, please!

That's not me!

[sighs]

This can't be happening.

- Are you real?

[gasps]

No, of course you're not.

[laughs]

That's it. That's it.

I've finally lost it.

- It's okay.

I-I'm real.

- [laughs]

Oh, my--

I...

Oh, I-I...

I can't believe

I'm talking to another person.

It's been so long.

- Wait, I know you--

you and your husband,

Joseph Carver,

you founded

McCulloch Technologies.

You're Eva McCulloch.

But you're supposed

to be dead.

- No.

Not dead.

Just trapped.

♪ ♪

Now so are you.

[eerie music]

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

You see, until now,

this place was a whole world

with one inhabitant...

Me.

- This must be another Earth.

- Same Earth.

Another dimension.

You see, a mirror-version

of Central City.

Same city, same buildings,

just empty.

Who are you anyway?

- I'm Iris West-Allen.

I'm a reporter

for "The CC Citizen."

- Never heard of it.

Not that it matters.

God, it feels so good

to have a conversation

that's not one-sided.

- Everything is backwards.

Eva, you said that this place

was a mirror-version

of our own.

How is that possible?

- Think of it like this:

our reality is observed

by three dimensions:

width, depth, and length.

The superstring theory posits

that there are other realities,

fractal dimensions

humans can't see.

So...

Two sides.

One, our world.

The other is just

some empty reflection.

I'm a quantum engineer.

It's--

it's my wheelhouse.

♪ ♪

[high-pitched ringing]

Yeah, that is a side-effect

of this dimension.

I--

I barely notice them anymore.

- How did you end up here, Eva?

- Six years ago,

I was developing

the technology

to open doors to other

planes of existence.

I was in my office

the night Harrison Wells'

dream went up in smoke.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[screams]

I've been here ever since.

- Dark matter must have

washed over that mirror

and created a doorway.

I was in this office

when I got pulled in too.

But that's not all.

There is someone else on

the other side of that mirror,

another me.

How is that possible, Eva?

- A fractal variable

caused by the mirror.

A duplicate of you.

- You mean the mirror left

a fake clone of me

in the real world?

We're getting out of here.

- I've tried.

For six years,

I've been in

my own personal hell.

- Eva, I have to go home.

- I'm sorry

you're stuck here, but...

♪ ♪

I thought I was gonna

die here alone.

At least now there's two of us.

♪ ♪

- Investigation into

the disappearance

of socialite Sue Dearbon.

Day 274

since her parents

first hired me to find her.

♪ ♪

Status update.

Nothing.

Sue's trail went cold

in Midway City

after Remington Meister

provided a dead end.

However, she was there.

Meister confirmed that much.

- Hey, what are you still

doing here--oh, seriously?

Ralph.

When I left last night,

you were standing here staring

at the exact same board,

same as the night before.

Honey, don't you think maybe

it's time

you got a little help?

And a shower?

- Cecile, this is my process.

I work things out with

the only person

that can keep up with

my beautiful detective mind.

Me.

- You could work with me.

We took down the FEMA guy

together, that was so great.

You're not loving that,

all right.

Um...

- Cecile, you know me.

I-I like doing things

my own way.

- Ralph...

every Holmes needs a Watson.

[electronic chime]

- Hang on.

- Mm-mm.

What is it?

- So a couple months ago,

I put up these alerts

on Sue's bank accounts,

trusts, and credit cards.

Apparently, she just made

a small deposit on..

an apartment in Central City.

[chuckles]

See? Told you.

Only partner I need is...

[clicks tongue] This guy.

- Mm-hmm.

- See you.

♪ ♪

- Oh, wow, something definitely

just died in here.

- Kara and Lex Luthor?

Man, this post-Crisis world

gets harder to understand

every day.

- Right?

- [grunts]

Man.

- What's wrong?

- I'm still sore

from our little double date

with Amunet and Goldface.

So, so weird.

- Maybe you should stay

home today.

- No, no.

Are you working on

more Black Hole stuff?

- Yeah, I think I am getting

really close to taking this

son of a bitch down.

- Yeah.

That's the mirror gun?

- Yeah,

it contains bleeding-edge

reflective micro-chip

technology.

If I can examine the gun

up close,

then maybe I can find

some kind of small clue

that connects the gun

to Black Hole

since McCulloch created it.

It's still

in the Starchives, right?

- Yeah, yeah, it is.

- Could you, um,

get it for me?

- Uh...

I-I mean,

unlocking a weapon like that

sounds like a bad idea.

- Barry, it's me.

[scoffs]

- I-I know, but I mean,

after what just happened

with you and Carver--

w-what if the gun

fell into the wrong hands?

Just like the cold gun

fell into Snart's.

- It won't, trust me.

- Iris, I--

look, you I trust,

but, um, the guy

who just tried to

to have you assassinated,

not so much.

I mean, and if Black Hole

had a weapon

as powerful

as the mirror gun,

I mean, there's no telling

what could happen.

- Yeah, you're right.

I will--um,

I'll try a different angle.

♪ ♪

- I'm just being cautious.

- Yeah, I know, I get it.

Have fun.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[door opens, closes]

♪ ♪

- [scoffs]

Not exactly the Ritz.

[glass shatters]

[object crashes]

- Get down!

[coughing]

- What the hell, lady?

- Hey, I just saved your life.

You're welcome, by the way.

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God.

It's you.

You're Sue Dearbon.

- In the flesh.

And you are?

- No one followed us.

We're clear.

- Sue, I--

I have been looking for you

for nine months.

- Ouch.

I hope you don't bill

by the hour.

- Where have you been?

A-and why did your apartment

explode in my face?

- Yeah, hate it

when that happens.

- Look, I'm serious.

Now who set that bomb?

Why are they trying

to kill you?

And how long has this been

going on for?

- Uh, my ex.

Because I know too much.

About nine months.

You done?

- No, I'm most certainly

not done.

Why is your ex sending you

explosive candy grams?

- Ooh, the cheap stuff.

- [sighs]

Look.

Drinks later.

Spilling your guts

to tell a tragic story?

That'd be now.

- Fine.

I fell in love with a murderer.

Happy?

[jazzy music]

♪ ♪

John Loring.

Turns out Mr. Dreamy Muscles

and charisma-for-miles

was also a major arms dealer

on the black market.

- So why does Loring

want you dead?

- Because I stumbled across

his client lists,

weapons inventory,

and everything else

that exposes him

for the bag of crap that he is.

The first time

he tried to kill me,

I was asleep.

- All right, well...

♪ ♪

- Who are you calling, Slick?

- Your parents.

To let 'em know you're safe.

[keyboard clacking]

- Hmm.

- What--

come on, I just switched plans.

- John can track your phone.

You call my parents,

they're dead.

- All right, then, uh,

we'll go to the police.

I know a Precinct Captain

who can help us.

- The last time I tried that,

they tried to kill me too.

John's got cops on the payroll

in every city he does business.

♪ ♪

- Then what's your plan

to get out of this?

Sue, you can't run forever.

- Who says I'm running?

♪ ♪

- You and Loring

are hunting each other.

That's why

you're in Central City.

- John's in town

for a massive sale.

If I can get damning evidence

on what he's doing,

he goes to jail.

And I go home.

- [exhales]

I smell a mystery.

- I smell...

[sniffs]

Expired milk.

- Look, everything

is gonna be fine.

Your parents hired me

to do whatever it takes

to bring you home safely.

And that's what I'm gonna do.

- How?

- Easy.

I'm gonna find Loring,

I'm gonna get your evidence,

then I'm gonna take it to CCPD.

And after I do that,

I'm gonna take you home.

- John's a killer.

You'd be risking your life.

For me.

If you get killed...

my parents are out good money.

I'm coming with you.

♪ ♪

- [whispering]

1,322. 1,322.

1,322. 1,322.

Okay.

- Eva, there has got

to be a way out of here

that we haven't thought of yet.

- There isn't.

There's only two options

in this place:

survival or madness.

1,322...

- Eva, my husband will

be looking for me, please.

- This is how it all starts!

Don't you understand?

You sit here and you think

everything's gonna work out.

You can't possibly

stay here forever,

and then 1,322.

- That's how many times I've

tried to escape this place.

That's how many times

I've failed.

1,322 reminders

that I'm never

leaving this place.

So please don't...

give me another one.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

I'm having a really

bad hair day.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

I--

I've been alone

for a very long time.

- Well, you're not anymore.

We just need

one way out of here, Eva.

That's it.

♪ ♪

Sam Scudder.

- Who?

- He was one of the bad guys.

He trapped--

someone in a mirror

a few years ago.

And my friends got him out by

bringing it to absolute zero.

We--

Eva, we just need to find

some liquid nitrogen.

- Well, I-I have a lab

down the hall.

There should be some in there.

The nitrogen should slow down

the mirror's molecules

to the lowest enthalpy

state possible.

Oh, my God.

This could work.

♪ ♪

[elevator dings]

- Hey, Barr.

Morning.

- Hey.

- You got a sec?

- Yeah, what's up, Captain?

- Eh.

- Yeah, that never gets old.

- Yeah, it kinda does.

Um, listen.

There was a house fire

on Batton Street last month.

- Okay.

- The occupant died

of smoke inhalation.

I'm wondering if you could

take a second look.

- Joe, this case was already

declared an accident.

- Yeah.

I need, uh, fresh pair

of eyes on it.

- Okay, I mean,

what am I looking for?

- Whatever you find.

- Joe, I mean,

I've got a mountain of cases

I need to go through.

Ones that haven't

been solved already.

- Okay, all I can say

is that you'd be

doing me a favor.

And whatever you find, Barr,

bring it directly to me.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- John owns that warehouse.

That's where the deal

will go down.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going with you.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- Oh, look, I get it.

Chivalry's your brand.

- You're an MIT grad,

speak six languages,

and you play polo.

You belong in a country club,

not in the field.

- [scoffs]

You belong in the 19th Century

with your Victorian,

save-the-damsel-in-distress

crap.

- Loring doesn't know

that I'm coming,

so I have the element

of surprise.

You, on the other hand,

he might kinda know

that you're coming.

Translation:

stay in the car, please.

♪ ♪

[car door shuts]

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicking]

♪ ♪

I hope Loring looks good

in orange.

Uh, I don't suppose

you're a fellow bird watcher?

[grunts]

Huh.

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Vin Diesel!

♪ ♪

You still want me

to wait in the car?

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- So you mind telling me

how you know martial arts?

- My parents sent me to Kyoto

for a summer.

Trained with a blind sensei.

Taught me everything I know.

- Really?

- No.

[scoffs]

I trained with a guy

named Frank at a YMCA.

Will you relax?

We're safe here.

John's not stupid.

Killing me in a public place?

Uh-uh, it's not gonna happen.

- I'm sorry, I believe

he blew up an apartment

to get to you.

- That building was scheduled

for demolition next month.

But he does know

that someone's after him now.

It'll make him

harder to get to.

Thanks to you.

♪ ♪

- Where are you going?

- Sorry, Slick.

I can't partner up with someone

who doesn't think

I can pull my own weight.

- Hang on a second, Sue.

Hang on.

Will you just

hang on one second, please?

Look, when I take a case,

I see it through to the end.

And this doesn't end

until you're safe.

- Do you trust me, Ralph?

- I just met you.

But you did save my keister.

Twice.

And that means I owe you.

And I always pay my debts.

- I'll take that as a yes.

So...

without those pictures--

- We are back to square one.

- Fortunately,

we still have John's ledger.

He keeps a detailed record

of every deal

he's ever made in it.

Years of evidence against him.

- But his office is still

on the seventh floor

of that warehouse.

- Which has probably doubled

its security by now.

- But the sewer system,

that's a good way in.

Those tunnels, they lead

directly to the center

of the building.

- And then we time our entry

for when the guards...

both: Change shifts.

- And then we mosey up the

stairs into Loring's office,

we get the prize.

- Well, you are slick.

- Oh, my God,

Ralph, you found her!

- Oh, technically,

I found him.

- Sue Dearbon.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Cecile Horton.

Meta-human attorney.

But I also have 20 years

of experience

defending non-meta-humans.

The law is my game,

Cecile is my name.

I can cover you no matter

what you've had going on

all this time.

- Just need a quick word.

- Oh, gotcha.

Just one sec.

- Listen, we're--we're--

we're kind of in the middle

of something.

Uh, Sue's been on the run

for the last year.

It turns out that

someone's after her.

- [gasps]

And you're her knight

in shining armor?

Ralph, I love it!

By the way, you two?

Hmm.

When I read the both of you

with my powers,

I could barely tell you apart.

Like, emotionally speaking,

you and Sue are definitely

surfing the same wave.

- Just trying to keep her safe.

I mean,

it's not like we're dating.

- [mouthing words]

- [mouths words]

- I can't believe I didn't

think of this before.

[grunts]

- You would have, eventually.

♪ ♪

- What's happening?

[both gasp]

- No.

- It should've worked.

- No.

[sobs]

No.

[sighs]

[shouts]

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

I really thought I was going

back to my old life.

- Eva, you will.

- [sighs]

It doesn't even matter anymore.

♪ ♪

My sweet Joseph.

We were so in love.

♪ ♪

I saw him in the mirror.

I watched him for five years

as he mourned, grieved, and...

moved on.

And I can't--

I--

I can't move on.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Gah!

- Oh, my gosh. Nash.

- I didn't think anyone else

would be down here.

[clears throat]

- I-I lost something

down here, so.

- Oh, right.

Well, that makes sense.

These Starchives

are so massive.

- Okay.

- Okay.

[sighs]

- I'm sorry, what were you

doing down here?

- Cisco asked me

to hold down the fort

while he, uh--

[snaps fingers]

He wanted me

to take the inventory,

so I gotta do that.

It sucks.

- That's a lie.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- Uh, what are you doing here?

- I lost Nora's journal.

I haven't seen it

for a couple weeks.

And, um...

you know, it's the

only thing I have left

of my daughter, so.

- Ah, must be hard.

- You would know, wouldn't you?

- Now that I think about it,

that's probably--

I am digging up the past,

and, you know, maybe I should

start living in the present.

- So should we all.

- Mm-hmm.

- But it's difficult for you.

Isn't it, Nash?

There's so much

unfinished business.

- Look, Nash.

- Right.

- Barry doesn't know

about this.

He'll be crushed if he knew

that I lost

anything of Nora's, so.

Could you maybe not mention

me being down here?

- Maybe you should mention

why you're down here.

- It'll be our little secret.

- I always knew I liked you.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Loring's office is right up

those stairs.

Last one there

buys the Gingold.

- Hey!

Freeze!

Stop or we'll shoot!

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

- At least he's not a pack rat.

- Focus.

- Um...

♪ ♪

Not finding it.

- Search faster.

♪ ♪

- Think I've got something.

- That's not a ledger.

- No, it's a key

for a safety deposit box

at the CC Mercantile Bank.

Where I'm guessing your ex hid

the ledger for safe keeping.

- Good point.

Time to go.

♪ ♪

- Whoa!

Uh, we have a problem.

- Do you trust me?

- Define trust.

- Hang on.

- Are you crazy?

- Sometimes?

Don't let go.

[arm stretching]

- [screaming]

♪ ♪

We just--

You just--

You're the Elongated Man?

- Yeah, I'm just

full of surprises.

♪ ♪

- How--how did you become

the Elongated Man, anyway?

- I was brutally

experimented on

by a covert organization

for years.

They forced me to consume

rubber-based polymer compounds.

- Seriously?

- No.

- I rode a bus.

- So you're, like,

an honest-to-God superhero.

What's that like?

- It's like any other

job you love.

It's rewarding as hell.

But boy, the hours?

Let me tell you.

- Seriously.

You're like a...

good person.

- I helped you get a key.

It's no ledger.

- Well, Loring's ledger

will definitely be in the box

that goes with this.

- Now we know where the box

is located.

- All we have to do

is open it.

- And then you can get back

to your life.

- Listen...

I want you to know

how much I appreciate you

trusting me with your secret.

It means a lot.

- Uh...

I can call my friends at CCPD

and get a warrant

for Loring's deposit box.

Shouldn't take

more than a day.

- We don't have a day.

Loring's already spooked.

He could move that box

at any minute.

I feel like our

only chance at--

nah, it's too crazy.

- Come on.

Share your thoughts

with the class.

- [sighs]

What if...

We break into

CC Mercantile Bank now?

Just us.

And take the ledger

for ourselves.

- Believe that's

called stealing.

- Oh, come on, Slick.

You're also a P.I.

You can't tell me you've always

operated by the book.

- No, but I can't

commit a crime.

- I get it.

And I respect that.

But Ralph,

I'm not a hero.

So if this is

the only chance I have

to see my parents again,

I have to take it.

- Sue...

being a hero,

it's about helping

innocent people.

I'm not gonna let you

do this alone.

- You're not?

- No.

But we do this my way.

We get inside,

get the ledger,

and immediately bring it

to my friends at CCPD.

Deal or no deal?

- Deal.

- So?

What did you find out?

- These scorch marks.

- Mm-hmm.

- They're giant burns like

sunlight through

a magnifying glass.

- So in your expert

CSI opinion--

- The fire was started

by UV light rays.

Same way Dr. Light torched

"The Citizen."

- [sighs]

- All right, Joe.

What's going on?

- Look, this isn't

the only file I found

where it looks like something

had fallen through the cracks.

All of these cases involve

accidental deaths.

All the victims are associated

with this guy Joseph Carver.

I'm start to think that

somebody here in CCPD

is helping him cover this up.

♪ ♪

- You think

there's a mole here?

- Carver's influence

runs deep, man.

Governors, mayor, CEOs.

- Okay, all right, um,

look, this is what Iris

is already investigating.

Her lead had to do

with the mirror gun

that we stole from McCulloch

Technologies last year.

It fell through because

I wouldn't give it to her.

- Why didn't you

give it to her?

I mean, was it dangerous?

- Yeah, yeah.

I mean, it could

put her in danger.

Yeah, I don't trust

what the world might do

if that gun got out there.

- Yeah, well,

the world is crazy,

but it's clear that Carver

is really dangerous.

Iris is your partner

and family,

and I don't think

we can trust this right now

with anybody other than family.

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry you're not gonna

see your husband again,

but it's easier

if you just accept it.

- Eva, you said that you wanna

go back to your old life.

Look, maybe it's gone,

but you can start a new one.

- I'm glad it's broken.

- [sighs]

- I'm glad it's broken.

[sniffles]

I'm tired of looking at a world

that doesn't want me anyway.

I'm tired of waiting for

someone to come and rescue me.

And I'm sick and tired of

people

telling me that everything

is gonna be all right.

Because it isn't.

It's never gonna be all right!

Never!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

What just happened?

- I think we just found

our way out of here.

♪ ♪

- And you're sure

this is necessary?

- A credible tip

came in to CCPD

saying this branch was

a target for robbery, so yes.

- Well, this is the only way

in or out of the vault.

The inner gate is fitted

with an anti-theft

electrical system.

Opening or closing it without

the manager's key

automatically activates

a 50,000 volt fail-safe.

- An electric fence

to keep the cattle in.

- Yeah.

- Smart.

Thanks, pal.

[Taser buzzes]

- [grunts]

- Sweet Fancy Moses.

- Mmm.

Huh, I understand why people

are grossed out when I do that.

- Your turn, Slick.

- Oh, right.

[stretching]

You know, besides a passion

for fisticuffs

you've got a real knack

for detective work.

You ever think about

getting behind a desk?

- Ugh, that sounds worse

than my boarding school.

Or the times

my parents made me take

horseback riding lessons.

Or learning French

every Saturday

at the US Embassy in Paris.

- Gee, your childhood

sounds just awful.

- I didn't say it was awful.

It just wasn't me.

The truth is,

I always hated

the whole socialite scene.

Which is why, one day,

I woke up and realized

I had no idea who I was.

Guess I still haven't figured

out exactly where I belong.

- [scoffs]

- Poor little rich girl.

How could she be so lost?

- No, I--

I get it.

I used to wear that uniform

you've got on.

I was a cop.

A damn good one.

And then that ended abruptly,

and I got lost too.

And I rode that bus,

and found where I belong.

- So you're saying

there's hope for me?

- There is from where

I'm standing.

- So, partner.

- [laughs]

- It's a big moment.

You mind if I do the honors?

- Of course.

You earned it.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Found it.

- Must be a tiny ledger.

Now what do you say we get out

of here and play "Mario Kart"--

[yells]

♪ ♪

[groans]

[door clangs]

What the hell?

[door slams]

- I guess you're not the only

one that's full of surprises.

- We are this close

to taking down Loring.

[screams]

Sue, why are you doing this?

- Who cares about Loring?

I don't even know the guy.

I do, however,

know where

he keeps his valuables.

- [exhales]

[grunts]

There never was a ledger.

- Keep going.

- That's why you rented

an apartment in Central City.

You knew I was keeping

tabs on you,

so--

so you lured me in.

You rigged your own apartment

to explode for--

for what?

Just to sell the story of--

of sympathetic socialite

running for her life?

- You bought it.

But don't feel bad.

You're a good guy.

And a hero.

You probably see the best

in everyone.

Me, I see what I want

and I take it.

- You used my detective mind

to track down Loring's

deposit box.

You--you played everyone.

Your parents are desperate

to find you.

Do they even know

what you really are?

- No.

That's our little secret.

If they found out their only

daughter was a thief,

they'd be devastated.

So you keep your mouth shut

about who I am,

I keep mine shut

about who you are.

Deal, Elongated Man?

- Sue, was anything

you told me real?

- Yes.

And no.

See you around, Slick.

♪ ♪

[guns cocking]

♪ ♪

CCPD.

You're all under arrest.

- Nice try, officer.

But I have a silent alarm

on my deposit box.

So I know you stole

that from me.

♪ ♪

- No phone.

Can't stretch through

these bars

without getting

seriously toasty.

♪ ♪

Always come prepared.

- You don't wanna do this.

- Yeah, I do.

I'm that guy.

- [struggling]

[object clinks]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

You're not getting rid of me

that easily.

- [clears throat]

- Give us a minute.

- Kill 'em both.

- [stretches]

- I'm inside you?

Do you have any idea

how disgusting this is?

- I'm saving your life.

- No, you're not.

We are not partners.

I have handled being

shot at before.

- Why does that

not surprise me?

- Let me out.

- Sure, I'll let you out.

And then I'll take you

to Iron Heights

as soon as these idiots

run out of ammo.

- Ugh, do you ever shut up?

Do something.

- I am doing something.

What's your contribution to

this quaint little scenario?

Oh, wait, nothing.

This is all your fault.

[fabric unzips]

- Always come prepared.

[men grunting]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Is there anyone that

doesn't want to kill you?

- Not really.

♪ ♪

- I have really gotta

learn Spanish.

[creaking]

[yells]

[grunts]

[groans]

- You want the diamond?

Come and get it.

[both grunting]

[Dead Sara's "Heaven's Got

A Back Door" playing]

- ♪ Maybe heaven's

got a back door too ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Heaven's got

a back door too ♪

♪ Out of walls I heard

the voices of the preacher ♪

♪ Telling me all the reasons

why I'd die alone ♪

♪ I've never been

your perfect song ♪

♪ Your favorite daughter ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Heaven's got

a back door too ♪

- Looks like

we've both been had.

- [screams]

- She softened him up.

Let's finish the job.

[guns cocking]

♪ ♪

- It's all yours,

Captain West.

- Thanks, Flash.

Clear this out, guys.

- Hey, bud.

- Flash.

- Yeah.

- It's him.

He's the one who robbed us.

- Excuse me?

- That's a case of mistaken

identity, sir.

I'm sure Captain West

can explain.

It's all right.

Hey man, I'm sorry

I got word late,

but I searched the whole area.

Ultraviolet's gone.

Couldn't stop her.

But don't worry, we'll get her.

I promise.

- I wasn't talking about

Ultraviolet.

- Loring's in custody,

but facial recognition

isn't picking her up anywhere

in Central City.

- Looks like Sue Dearbon

has vanished.

Again.

- That's on me.

She played me, Iris.

Like...Coltrane's soprano sax.

- Ralph, you can't beat

yourself up.

I mean, it's not like you knew

who you were dealing with.

- I'm supposed to be

a master detective!

- Ralph, we've all put

our trust in people

who have betrayed us.

God knows I have.

- I'm gonna go tear down

my crime board.

♪ ♪

- It's gonna take him a while

to get over this one.

- Hey, Joe told me that you

came by CCPD today.

I think I know why

you didn't come say hi.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- What happened to it

falling into the wrong hands?

- These are the right hands.

Joe and I found evidence

linking Carver's assassins

to more killings.

Crimes that CCPD thought

were accidents.

Black Hole is a lot more

dangerous than I even realized.

But if you can use this in your

investigation in any way

to bring down Carver

and his people faster,

then that's a good thing.

And while I don't

trust the world...

I do trust you.

With everything.

♪ ♪

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- You have a connection

to the mirror, even

when it's broken.

- Now who sounds crazy?

- I've seen a lot of strange

things in the last six years.

You being able to control that

mirror is the least of it.

Sam Scudder could even

travel through them.

- Well, I'm not a meta-criminal

who jumps through mirrors

to rob banks.

- I know.

You're much more than that.

We're the only people

in this world, Eva,

so trust me when I say that

you're stronger than you think.

You're a survivor.

Now prove it.

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- You did it.

Now keep going.

- [exhales]

♪ ♪

[exhales]

1,323...

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I'm still with you.

♪ ♪

- How did I do that?

♪ ♪

- I don't know.

But I promise you,

we will figure it out.

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- Game on.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Greg, move your head.