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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 friend's 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...

This is where I came out of the Speed Force.

And a wave of dark matter washed out with you.

DeVoe orchestrated everything to get the people he wanted on the bus.

But why does he need their powers?

I can't figure out his end game.

We got a planner, just like Thawne.

I hereby deem Barry Allen's appeal deni...

Wait!

- DeVoe? - Not DeVoe.

It's Ralph.

Barry Allen is hereby ordered release immediately.

Some people don't think you should be back on the force.

When do you think I can come back?

When everyone believes DeVoe is really alive and well.

I call this my thinking cap.

He only wants the bus metas.

He wants their powers. All of them.

We know a bus meta.

There's three more people out there who need our help,

and we need to find them before DeVoe does.

What if...

What if I just, like, breach all three

of the bus metas to, like, Earth-2?

How about this?

We alter each bus meta's DNA

by performing intercellular surgery.

And what? And turn them into chickens?

Yeah.

We're not Frankensteining innocent people.

Listen, Ramon, DeVoe wants these bodies.

All right? Maybe if we change the bodies,

we keep these people safe.

I'm sorry, don't you have, like, six PhDs?

- Seven. - Yeah, which one of them

is in mad science?

Mad science is just an area of study.

It's not a degree, okay?

And by the way, I don't see you coming up

with any other ideas.

You know why?

'Cause it's bed time over here on Earth-1.

Do you know what bed time is?

- Do they have that on Earth-2? - Bed-Bed time.

All right, it's this thing where we just shut down

to recharge our batteries.

- Oh, my gosh. - I highly recommend it.

- Harry. - You're still here? What?

No matter what you think, DeVoe's already thought of it.

So why don't you just go home,

recharge, start again in the morning, all right?

I'm gonna keep going.

Goodnight.

Maybe you have thought of everything.

Just like Thawne.

What is all this?

This is gonna give us the edge we finally need

to be smarter than DeVoe.

Or me to be smarter than DeVoe, actually.

Take a look at this.

What is that?

This is an intelligence booster.

You put this thing on Dibny here,

and even he would be able to understand

the point source construction.

You put it on a real genius,

I'll finally be able to outthink the Thinker.

You know what, I'm not sure this thinking cap

is the best idea you've ever had.

It's an intelligence booster.

It looks like a thinking cap.

You don't like it, blame yourself.

- You gave me the idea. - What?

You're the one that said DeVoe planned all this

just like Thawne in order to stop Barry.

And you said that DeVoe became the Thinker the same night

you became the Flash, and so I hacked into

security footage of that night to see how he did it.

This is why he's so smart.

DeVoe boosted his intelligence with neurochemical engineering

powered by the dark energy from the particle accelerator explosion.

And if we build our own, we can do the exact same.

Wait, you wanna blast your brain with 10 billion joules of dark energy?

I've harnessed energy from the particle accelerator explosion before,

and I can do it again.

Yeah, but Harry, reengineering your brain's neurochemistry, that's...

DeVoe did it.

So can I.

How many more metas have to die before we finally stop DeVoe?

Not... Not me. I mean...

I say we go for it. Right?

Right, guys?

What do you think?

I say we explore it.

Yeah, I agree.

Ramon.

No, this is way too risky.

Of course it's risky, but if we succeed,

we will save the lives of the four remaining bus metas,

including a member of our team.

You're talking about intense amounts of dark energy

going right into your brain,

right into that cap,

that turned a mac and cheese loving pacifist

into a homicidal maniac.

You put that cap on, what's it gonna do to you?

I've run the numbers dozens of times.

The math and the chemistry check out.

I can do this.

I don't think you can.

I can with your help.

Not this time.

All right, let's keep coming up with more ways to solve this.

Just so I'm clear on this, someone finally came up

with a way to stop this La-Z-Boy riding lunatic

and... we just might not do it?

That's really cool, guys.

- I got this one. - Yeah, thanks.

This is the only way.

I'm gonna do it with or without his help.

Hey, Ralph.

Look, don't worry, okay?

We're gonna figure this out.

Yeah, everybody keeps saying that,

and each time we almost get DeVoe, he gets away.

Every time he gets away,

he's one step closer to getting me.

Hey, that is not going to happen.

Well, I can't take that chance anymore, Iris.

So if anyone needs me, I will be downstairs

in my tiny guest quarters until this is over.

There are still three bus metas out there,

and we're gonna need your help to find them and protect them.

Iris, the only person I need to protect from now on

is good old Ralphie boy.

You are part of this team.

Yeah, and I'm the only one with a body that DeVoe

is trying to snatch.

You don't have any concept of how dangerous it is for me out there.

Yes, I do.

How could you?

Because I'm the leader of this team.

Yeah, that's right, you are.

But you're always back there hiding safe and sound.

While the rest of us are out in the field

putting our lives on the line.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Some drama in the Cortex.

Thanks for the coffee.

It's all good.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm, you know...

Cecile's in her third trimester,

so it's definitely getting serious.

You guys have any names picked out yet?

Yeah. A few.

Come on, I'm not gonna tell anybody.

No, you're not, because you're not gonna know

until Cecile tells you.

- All right. - Anyway.

I talked to Singh about getting you back in the lab.

Yeah, and?

It's gonna be a while.

Why? I thought Judge Hankerson

and Singh had everything they needed.

We thought so, too, but the mayor wants to sit down

with the DeVoes herself.

Seriously?

Look, we can't find Marlize,

so the only chance we got is to get Ralph to use

his nauseating powers to impersonate DeVoe again.

I'll ask him, but right now he'll barely leave S.T.A.R. Labs.

What happened to that whole buddy system thing you had going on?

It's not enough for him, I guess.

Then I don't know, Barry.

I should be out there.

Helping people. Putting bad guys away.

Right now, we should be trying to stop DeVoe

and finding those last few bus metas.

'Cause I got a bad feeling one of them's gonna show up soon.

Next time, it'll be your hand.

Now, everybody on the floor.

Dude, you got a death wish?

Do what he says.

Stealing is a sin.

You shouldn't be using the powers you've been given this way.

I'll use them any way I see fit.

Including frying you to a crisp

if you move any closer.

Oh, I don't think you will.

You don't wanna hurt me or anyone in this bank.

You can still walk away from this.

But the moment you touch that money,

your life changes forever.

Now, you don't really want that, do you?

Maybe you're right.

Or maybe you've got a death wish!

What the hell?

My powers!

They're gone!

No, no, no!

Hey, buddy, you're a real...

Hero.

Cisco.

What do you got?

Oh, you know, the usual.

Just loads and loads of dark matter.

Makes sense. Eye witnesses said this guy

melted this vault door with fire from his hands.

Figures. But not just any fire.

This fire melted through ten inches of reinforced steel.

I mean, that would take over 6,000 degrees Fahrenheit.

Ten times the thermal output of Rory's heat gun.

Well, here's where it gets weirder.

Apparently shortly after, his powers stopped working.

Stopped working?

Yeah, so if he was one of our bus metas,

I guess we have one less to worry about.

Nobody's powers stop working.

Eric Fry, six months ago, were you on the 405 bus?

Please.

Do I look like someone who takes public transit?

All right, then, Mr. Fry.

How long have you had your powers?

A few years.

You're an OG meta.

And you just started using them now?

Here, yeah.

Once Flash showed up, I took this act on the road.

Doesn't matter anymore, though.

Right, you don't have your powers anymore.

'Cause they just disappeared? Vanished?

Into thin air? Huh?

All right, Cisco.

He's clear.

You have any idea how this happened?

One minute I had powers. The next...

Nothing.

Will you get him out of here?

That's right. Get him out of here.

- All right. - Yeah, get him out of here.

I can't believe his powers disappeared like that.

How does someone lose their powers?

So, I can think of a couple of ways

this might have happened.

If this Eric Fry metastasizes solar radiation

to create heat, we could put him in the dark

to de-power him.

But it was still broad daylight.

Okay, maybe his internal biochemistry

has been altered to create its own internal thermal combustion

and he just ran out of fuel.

Okay, so if this guy's not one of the bus metas,

then that means that there's still three more out there

before DeVoe gets to me.

So, I'm safe. Safer, I'm safer.

Those are innocent people, Ralph.

I'm innocent. I'm still gonna get terminated.

Oh, my God.

- I'm Sarah Connor. - No.

I'm gonna go back to my room.

Get some comfort food.

Ralph...

The way I see it, Fry walks into the bank

with his fire powers, meets this other guy,

and then his powers are gone.

Coincidence? I think not.

So you think this guy did something to Fry?

I think we can ask him some questions.

I interviewed every eye witness in that bank.

Nobody knew who he was.

Cisco, why don't you crosscheck the deposits

from today with dad's witness list?

Way ahead of you.

Everyone on the list checks out except Matthew Kim...

an EMT out of Central City General.

Barry, let's go ask some questions.

Oh, I'll go.

Barry, you can stay here.

Okay. I...

Well, you know, I never go out into the field,

so I thought, you know...

Yeah, I mean, you're the boss.

Okay. Caitlin,

why don't you see how this power stealing thing works,

and Cisco, why don't you use the satellite's tracking

perimeters to scan the city for dark matter?

Okay.

I'll just come running if you need me.

Okay. Thanks.

Can I hang out in here?

Can you... Do you mind...

Can you save the eating till later?

We're actually trying to save lives here.

This is really good, though.

Is it?

Yeah.

You put this together pretty quick, huh?

Yes, I did, for a test run.

I can feel my neurons firing.

Firing at a rate 20 times their normal rate.

And that's without the addition of dark matter.

I can feel my brain's processing systems evolving.

There's a 67% chance you're gonna spill that mustard on the floor.

Okay, how did you do that?

Well, I simply analyzed your eating habits

and extrapolated them at a predictive behavior model

all within four seconds.

The cap is working.

Cool, but I'm not quite convinced.

No?

Really? You're not convinced?

All right, then.

The answer is none.

And have a little more respect for your body, will you?

This is a veggie dog, man.

I'm not talking about the veggie dog, man.

I'm talking about the wiping the mustard on the pants

causes the pant movement which indicates a lack of clothing

to bodily friction, which can mean only one thing.

Right, what kind of underwear am I wearing?

And the answer...

is none.

You got all that from your fancy metal cap?

- Yes, I did. - It's impressive, Harry.

Except for one very small thing.

Which is?

Your head is on fire.

It's no...

MEDICAL CENTER

When I mentioned spending more time together,

I meant family barbecues, not questioning

people of interest.

I know, I just want people to know that I'm not afraid

to go out in the field every once in a while.

Who says you are?

- Ralph. - Ralph?

He should talk. He won't even leave the building.

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