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So the graffiti showed up all over Spanish Hill last week.

Someone's trying to contact the Flash.

Maybe you need an 800 number.

Well, I guess I was done.

You sure now? You don't wanna lick the plate?

No. Thank you.

You know, you really are becoming a human

garbage disposal on legs these days.

- I get hungry. - Save room, everybody! We have to celebrate.

[Dr. McGee] Barry, I don't think you need the sugar.

You better serve this one last, Uncle Felix or there won't be any left.

Congratulations, Mr. Tomarquin.

- Muchas Gracias. - Has it really been a year?

Can you believe it, Barry?

It's a year now since we're citizens.

And a lot of thanks go to you

and the rest of the precinct.

No, it's policeman's lot.

We know a good meal when we eat one.

You're so skinny, I'm going to save you a second piece.

- Oh, see that. - Oh.

[Barry] We've got half an hour.

You go ahead. I have my ticket.

I wanna check that graffiti for myself.

Albemarle Theater, please.

I'll be there before curtain time.

Barry, tonight was meant to be a night away from work.

Somebody is looking for the Flash, all right?

Now I've got to find out who and why.

- Barry-- - Half an hour.

I'll be there. Driver.

[Barry] "Please come to the church on Ascension Street tonight

when three bells ring at 8 o'clock."

Gentlemen.

It's a bad part of town for you to be getting lost in, man.

Good thing I'm not lost, huh?

I'm, uh... meeting someone.

Who you meeting? I know everyone on the block.

I'll help you find him.

Thank you very much, but, um, I really don't need a tour guide.

Javier! Leave him alone. He's a policeman.

I know him. He's okay.

Sometimes my friends forget I'm not a kid anymore.

Listen,

you know anything about this Flash graffiti?

The 'Help' message?

No.

This is our neighborhood, man.

We don't go around marking it up.

[Paloma] Why are the bells ringing now?

A little early for midnight mass.

You see, Calderon? It does pay to advertise.

Let's get him out of here.

We're gonna make this phantom do all of our work,

and he won't even know it.

Step one.

[Barry] Mmm, hello?

Mmm.

Ah.

- - Oh, my God.

Oh, it's come to this, huh?

All right!

Mmm, I'll be right back, sweetheart.

Barry, where the hell have you been?

I've been calling you all night.

[Barry] All night?

Uh... Where have I been?

Uh, um... We went out last night, right?

Uh...

Dinner and a play, am I right?

And how did you like the play, Barry?

[Barry] Uh, the play...

Well, I, uh...

- How did you like it? - I wouldn't know.

I spent the entire evening in the lobby waiting for you.

Now you wouldn't have stood me up without a very good reason.

So what happened?

I went into the mail room yesterday

and the guys were laughing about that Flash letter.

I, uh, I grabbed it...

I didn't tell you about it because--

I'd insist on coming with you.

Right.

So, uh...

I ran into Paloma,

and there was a church...

That's all I remember.

But I feel fine now.

[Dr. McGee] Barry, don't be so nonchalant.

A-A memory blackout is a serious...

Doesn't that give you indigestion?

Only way to get them before they get soggy.

- Oh. - [Barry] Hey, you want some?

I got boxes of 'em.

You know, sometimes you're a real jerk.

As your doctor, I'm ordering you to take it easy.

All right, all right.

I mean, who wants to lose a doctor who makes house calls?

- Hello? - [Mendez] Hey, Barry...

Yeah, Julio, where are you?

All right, all right. I'll be there in a second.

Uh, I mean, give me ten minutes, all right?

[Mendez over phone] Yeah, okay.

[Mendez] Rough night, huh?

I wish I remembered.

That's my kind of rough night.

Anyway...

Witnesses say that they saw the statues walk out by themselves.

Walk out? Okay.

Anyway, milk truck driver says the wind kicks in at about 3:00 in the morning.

Next thing you know, the saints are stopping traffic.

Allen! Mendez!

When you two are ready.

I don't know, Julio.

I've had a problem with miracles

ever since I found dad's Santa suit.

Yeah, I'm hip, man.

But I gotta tell you, man, after last night with Sabrina,

I could be a true believer all over again, you know?

Who's that guy giving us the evil eye?

That's the local santero.

A medicine man for people who believe in magic.

Father, with all due respect, I just can't buy it.

I mean, statues taking an evening stroll.

It's worse inside, Barry.

And who'd wanna do this to a church?

I don't get it.

Maybe this, uh, statue just wanted a breath of fresh air.

Maybe not.

You two can escort the saints back into the church.

Yes, sir.

Father Becerra,

that's Barry Allen, Julio Mendez from the crime lab.

Tell them what you told me.

As I explained to Lieutenant Garfield,

someone rang the church bells at 3:00 in the morning.

I left the rectory, reached for the door...

This is where it gets nuts. Listen to this.

...and then suddenly the doors flew open

and I was surrounded by the saints.

- And you saw no one? - Only the blessed saints.

And then a burst of wind lifted me off my feet

and deposited me right over there.

And the words above the door appeared from nowhere.

This is not God's work. This is a sacrilege.

Any notion who him is?

Not a clue.

If you'd officers excuse me, I have work to do.

No problem, Father.

But we might wanna talk to you again.

Like I said, nuts.

You got any ideas?

So my report won't sound totally like The Twilight Zone.

This is heavy.

♪ Oh, when them saints, uh, They go marchin' in ♪

Come on, Murph, this is serious, man.

♪ Oh when them saints, uh ♪

♪ Go marching in, hey ♪

This is a weird one, man. I mean, someone...

...set those pews up like dominoes, right?

And then just knocked 'em over and yet nobody heard anything?

I don't have a clue.

You folks know anything?

Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.

Just kids pranking for the day of the dead festival.

Gangs, maybe?

It's the voice of chango.

A reminder of his power and his anger.

How can you listen to this boogeyman crap?

Paloma, please!

No, you please.

This is a lot of superstitious junk.

chango has nothing to do with what's going down on the street.

What do you mean?

She doesn't mean anything, Barry.

She's a child.

Beware of the scarlet lightning

with a voice of fear and the voice of thunder.

Just beware.

All this mumbo-jumbo

makes people into scared, stupid peasants.

Well, if you do hear anything

call me at the precinct, all right?

Aren't you gonna ask me for my phone number, Officer?

Well, I quit babysitting when I left the academy.

You Heartbreaker, you.

Hey, what did he mean by the scarlet lightning?

Beats me.

This is Joe Klein, Voice of the City.

According to federal authorities,

the testimony of DEA Bureau Chief

Peter Paul Aguilar is expected to break one of Central City's

major conduits for hard narcotics.

Aguilar infiltrated a ruthless east coast drug cartel...

This Klein guy is much too intense, much too.

He doesn't learn to relax, he's gonna be major coronary material.

Major, major. I guarantee you.

If Aguilar testifies then years of my work is destroyed.

He won't testify, and no, you won't lose

your nice little, uh, narcotics empire.

That's what you're paying me for.

- Come on. - That's right.

Half a million dollars, and for what?

To put statues out in the middle of the street?

Now you've got this, this red devil, this Flash on a leash.

You make him find Aguilar's daughter now!

What do you think I'm doing?

Come on.

These people, they're ignorant.

They're superstitious, huh?

Once we scare them to death

they'll hand us the girl.

Three days.

Three days until Aguilar testifies

and we know nothing about this girl.

We don't even know what she looks like.

We know she's here.

We know she's here in this refugee neighborhood.

We know that, huh?

And... I've also got more than these two eyes to search with.

Ta-da!

I got the Flash's hands.

And...

Ta-da!

I got his eyes, too.

Huh? Huh?

How can we lose?

I got his eyes.

I got his hands.

[Barry] Hey, hey.

Julio, do we really have to go in there?

All this Satanic stuff makes me a little bit nervous.

Look, we've got to, all right? It's Garfield's orders.

Besides, this has nothing to do with the devil.

See, santeria is the worship of the spirit saints.

Oh, swell. Like voodoo.

Yeah, but with a Spanish accent.

- Oh, I beg your pardon. - Uh, excuse me.

We'd like to ask you some questions about last night.

Torso Von Nuraso and the muchacho Buscaro!

I didn't know you were a fan.

Oh, yeah. Jay used to take me to the fights all the time.

He told Mom we were going to the library.

Hey, the muchacho was my first real hero, man.

He used the double-sleeper hold.

He should be barred.

Yeah, when he went bad I didn't sleep for days.

Listen, do you mind if we ask you a few questions?

It's a waste of time.

You have no respect for my faith, my knowledge.

Respect is a two-way street.

Maybe it would help if you had a little respect for us.

Listen, man.

What happened last night is the work of Palo Monte.

The black arts.

Now, these magics have no place in my shop.

Are you saying black magic is behind all this?

Listen, and know this.

A dark spirit has been called to Earth.

In santeria, there is no black or white,

good or evil.

There is good and evil in all gods, in all men.

Chango's dark spirit

has been awakened.

And you can only put him down is through a sacrifice.

What kind of sacrifice?

Well, that's the problem with gods.

They never tell you what would satisfy them.

Oh, we're not finished here.

Uh, I think he is. Come on.

You believe any of that stuff?

Hey, it's not what I believe that matters, man.

It matters if you believe any of that old fool's mumbo-jumbo.

Real life's scary enough.

You mean you've never hexed an enemy,

or bought a love potion for your friend with a knife?

I don't need love potions.

Paloma, I told you to stay indoors.

Tia, I can take care of myself.

Everything's okay, Mrs. Tomarquin.

You're in no position to judge.

I thought you were one of her favorite customers?

Yeah, so did I.

Sorry, pal.

Get out of my chair a minute. I got work to do.

Ah, the rent-paying species gets the best seats, you know?

Oh, uh...

Oh, which was it that you didn't like?

Was it Swiss or cheddar?

Here you go.

Oh, chango.

Oh, chango!

chango.

What the hell is that?

Yes, hello?

Barry? Oh, thank God.

Where have you been?

Tina... I've lost eight hours.

Eight hours.

Very good, Barry. Now let's try it with your left eye.

I can't. I can't. I can't.

My fingers won't respond.

Because the hemispheres of your brain aren't communicating.

So what my left eye sees

isn't reaching my right hand. Is that it?

I mean, the-the two sides of my brain aren't connected?

Apparently.

If both halves don't learn something,

you can't remember it.

Oh, great. Swell.

So now not only do I eat like a pig

but my jacked up metabolism

is screwing with my memory.

- Barry, what are you scratching? - What?

It looks like a bad bite.

- I wonder if insect toxin is the problem. -

- I've got to go. - Barry...

You may be my best friend

but you've become my worst patient.

It was the angry wind. chango came in the night and tore me from my sleep.

[Tony] Well, that sounds like the same spirit

that the priest saw in the church, doesn't it?

Oh, Chango's the God of storms?

Hey, chango is the wind rider, the bearer of lightning.

Oh, great.

First The Flash, now this.

What do we got here, a convention of ghosts anyway?

You believe in nothing.

And yet you have contempt for my belief.

Just leave my Botanica and leave me alone.

I have to purify my store.

We got another message for him.

Take...

Out! Everybody out!

[Tony] Wait a minute. Don't you want to press charges here?

You don't press charges against the gods.

What do you mean?

He means you don't press charges against the gods.

Wait a minute.

Paloma, you have to tell me.

What's happening here?

Nothing you can't see, Anglo.

Why's he so interested in you for?

He's just another guy madly in love with me.

Look, first the church and now this

and nobody knows anything?

Look, if there's trouble down here

please tell us, so we can help you.

Take it.

Take it!

Please, Paloma.

You are the one.

You brought this problem among all of us,

this curse among all of us.

The gods must have their sacrifice.

- Get an ambulance! - Get behind the line.

Let's go! Let's go!

[Barry] You have to pace yourself if you wanna sprint like that.

How did you do that?

I didn't mean to scare you.

I'm not afraid.

Of me, maybe.

Paloma, I need some help,

and I'm hungry.

What do you say?

I knew we could scare the santero

into pointing us towards the girl.

Mwah!

There she is.

The only thing that Aguilar loves.

Once we have her, he'll never testify.

Trachmann,

I must admit, your toys did the trick.

Yeah, you see, a brain and nerves

is like a machine and its wires.

Once you map out the circuits

you can punch a button and get anything you want.

You can get hate, you can get fear,

you can get pain.

And it makes no difference to you

between a man and machine?

Makes one difference.

You can't scare a machine.

Are you sure you don't want those, um,

platanos over there?

You're a cute guy, but if you don't watch it,

you're gonna end up with a butt like a Buick.

Well, thank you, but I, uh, work out... a lot.

I hope so, for that girlfriend of yours.

Girlfriend?

Tina.

No, no, no, you got that wrong.

Oh, then, uh, you're available.

Yeah, um, listen, Paloma...

What was that thing the santero gave you?

It's a black magic talisman, for a human sacrifice.

But I thought you said that was a lot of mumbo-jumbo.

I must come forward

or a loved one will suffer in my place.

A loved one?

Peter Aguilar.

My father.

He sent me here in secret to hide with my aunt and uncle after...

The drug lord Calderon,

he butchered my mother and my brothers.

And if Calderon finds me,

they'll use me to stop my father from testifying.

Why didn't your father go to the police to protect you?

You don't understand. Calderon has bought policemen before.

My father knew I would be safe here

on Spanish Hill with our people

but now with this devil, with this spirit

scaring everyone, I don't know anymore.

Come with me.

Where are we going?

Someplace safe until we can figure a way out of this mess.

[Dr. McGee] I'll have the CAT scan in an hour.

How's Paloma doing?

I keep telling you to be careful and you

keep playing the knight in shining red armor.

The girl's in danger, all right?

Damn it, Barry, so are you.

You keep blacking out.

Nobody's after me.

She needs a safe place to hide.

And here I thought you two were just good friends.

If my being here is a problem, I can take care of myself.

Don't be silly. It's him I'm worried about.

He can never take care of himself.

They're all alike.

Hey, listen, you two,

in spite of all the fun we're having,

I do have to show up at the lab from time to time.

I mean, we do have four other cases

that we're working on at the moment.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

And keep the fun level down to a minimum

while I'm gone, all right?

And, uh, keep this place locked up tight.

Tina, I've had another blackout.

The last thing I remember was leaving the lab.

Oh, my God. What happened to your face?

- Are you all right? - I'm fine.

Where's Paloma?

She's gone, Barry.

Gone? What? You mean somebody got her?

I don't know, but you have to look at this.

- No, I've got to go find-- - Shut up and listen!

All right.

Oh, my God, it's me.

Paloma!

[Dr. McGee] Barry?

No. No. Uh, don't.

Barry? Barry, it's okay. It's okay.

Well, you're right here with me now.

It's okay. It's okay.

Come on. Come on. Okay, okay.

Now, can you tell me what you saw?

I... was

in the Botanica chango.

The santero was there, and Paloma.

And someone else, but I can't quite picture who it was, I...

Oh, Tina, I think I'm losing it.

I won't let that happen, Barry. I promise.

But I saw him.

I saw the guy who's behind all this.

The knowledge is buried in the side of your brain

you can't communicate with.

You couldn't even reach it through hypnosis.

Let me show you what the problem is.

A tiny microwave receiver.

It's rerouting the nerve impulses here

and emitting neural signals of its own to program you.

Where'd it come from?

Brain surgery when my back was turned?

Injection, most likely.

That's what happened.

In the church, they...

They lured me there with the graffiti

and then they stuck this thing in my brain.

I led them to Paloma and hand-delivered her.

Oh, I can't wait till you get this out of my head

and I get a hold of that guy.

You can't take this chance, Barry.

Well, why not?

A similar device was tested on animals

at Stanford University.

The diode in your brain is like a generator.

The more you use it, the more it builds up a charge.

You have maybe 24 hours before it overloads.

- And fries my brain? - But we can fight this thing.

I'm onto the networks to find out how to turn it off.

But for now, you must stay here with me

so I can sedate you and slow down your metabolism.

Oh, no you don't.

I've got to find Paloma before they

use her to get to her father.

- But, Barry, you-- - Uh, just keep working on it.

Turn it off. Jam it.

You'll think of somethin'.

I know you will.

Only one Stanford researcher left

who worked on brain implants

and his name's Trachmann.

- Hey, you-- - Julio, damn it! Don't...

Man, don't do that when I'm working, all right?

All right, just cool out

with this nuclear assault, man.

- What're you workin' on? - Nothing.

Damn it, I went offline.

Hey, are you okay, Barry?

I mean, look, you've really been on edge lately.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just, uh, haven't gotten a lot sleep lately.

I got a lot of things on my mind, that's all.

Okay, so how about this?

You and me, tonight we can go

hit the day of the dead festival.

One of my friends is playing in the Norteno Band.

I got to find Paloma.

Garfield's got half the division on her trail

on top of the feds who don't want to lose

her father's testimony on Calderon.

I owe her.

The call is bouncing off satellites.

Don't bother trying to trace it.

Here, say hi to your dad.

- Forget about me, papi. - [Peter on phone] Hello.

- Put these pigs away. - Uh-huh.

[Peter on phone] Paloma?

It's you for the girl, Aguilar.

Unless you want this day of the dead

to be somethin' special this year, hmm?

[Peter on phone] Trachmann, I will kill you!

- Bye. - Hello.

Somebody ought to plug you in a wall socket, wire head.

Wire head?

Won't your daddy be surprised

at the sharp tongue that you've developed?

Excuse me, buddy. Hey, pal. Yo.

Yo. Could you get out of the way, please?

I got to do a shot here. Thanks a lot.

Appreciate it.

Joe Klein, Voice of the City.

The case against drug lord Falco Calderon

has been delayed yet again.

With me is Federal Prosecutor Marguerite Giorello.

What is the reason for today's delay?

Well, certain legal motions

have been put before the court--

Is it true that Peter Paul Aguilar

will not testify and thereby, the federal case falls apart?

[Marguerite] Well, Mr. Aguilar will withhold his testimony

until he has a chance to review his evidence.

But that does not mean, as you so succinctly put it,

that the case will fall apart.

Is it true that Calderon has a relative

of Aguilar's in captivity

and that's the reason he won't testify?

- True or false? - I'm sorry. I can't comment.

Cut! Cut! What the hell was that?

Did we get anything we could use? God.

Lord chango.

Why did you betray the girl?

Uh, but it was your wish, My Lord.

You were the angry wind demanding penance.

But, Lord...

Please tell me why have I sinned?

You have done nothing wrong.

And I'm not a god, I'm a man.

A man with a certain gift.

Someone forced me to do his bidding.

- Black magic? - Black science.

I'm sorry.

I must find Calderon.

Calderon is in the shadows

but his minions

face a white death in the streets.

Calderon... Now.

Aguilar wants to make the switch at midnight

at the Day of the Dead festival at Spanish Hill.

I don't like it.

Too many people around.

Oh, why worry about people

when we got these puppets?

Oh, get away from me!

I'm here to help you.

Don't touch me!

I'm not going to hurt you.

- Leave me alone! - You heard the young lady.

Whatever you did, it worked.

I was an inch away from being scraped off a semi's grill.

I found the frequency broadcasting to the diode

in your head and blocked it with another signal.

Thanks.

You saved my life.

Not yet.

The diode is still there.

An ultrasound pulse could destroy it

but I've got to jerry-rig that precising instrument.

Well, Trachmann won't let Paloma or Aguilar live past morning.

And if he's not controlling me, I'll have a chance.

I got a reading of the transmission signal.

Your metabolism has accelerated the power build-up

The time bomb in your brain could go at any second.

Well, he's exchanging Paloma for Aguilar at midnight.

That gives me a few minutes to find them.

That's all the time I need.

Get back as soon as possible.

I will.

- -

That's the signal.

Thank you for all of your help, Javier.

Take care of Paloma.

These men are ruthless.

They cannot be trusted.

I know, Senor Aguilar.

Paloma!

Day of the Dead, Daddy.

[Peter] Paloma! Paloma!

Hurry, compa.

Why? Why? Why?

Why aren't you part of the highway?

Paloma.

All right, Pinocchio.

Time to reattach your strings.

Paloma. Paloma, qu te pasa?

Paloma?

Aguilar, how should I kill you?

What am I, chopped liver?

Let Pinocchio do it.

He can drag him down the street at 600 miles an hour, huh?

Or he can whirl him like a dervish

until he flies apart.

What are you lookin' at?

Sorry, pal.

Your broadcast days are over.

It's no use, Gepetto.

Pinocchio's a real boy now.

Fond of lightning? I got your lightning.

Paloma. Paloma, what did they do to you?

I can help her.

Por favor, senor. Do it, please!

You'll find Trachmann and Calderon

at the end of the street. Hold them there for the police.

Okay.

Hey, the red suit!

It's one cool drag, man.

Barry!

Trachmann put a diode in her head.

I barely stopped her from killing her father.

Where is Trachmann?

He blew a fuse

which left Paloma like an open circuit.

I've modified the ultrasound scanner.

I think I can fry the diode.

Better test it on me first.

Following incriminating testimony from DEA Agent

Peter Aguilar, East Coast drug lord Reuben Calderon

stunned the court with a three hour long confession

of criminal activity dating back to the early '80s.

There was someone I was unable to thank for all his help

and I'd like to salute him now.

Wherever and whoever he may be, to the Flash!

- To The Flash! - Salud!

- Salud! - Salud!

Well, what happened to Trachmann?

Ah, he's in the hospital.

They are not sure how much brain damage he suffered

from the circuitry in his head.

Yes, it's a pity his genius was used for evil,

not for the benefit of mankind.

Have you been watching the late-night Fright Fest again?

Oh, shut up.

Perdon, senor.

A, a small gift,

for the fan of the greatest wrestler.

El muchacho mascaro.

Thanks.

Gracias.

Don't ask.

Let me see, uh...

"Mede..."

It's in Spanish. I can't read it.

- Huh. It's a love potion. - Love potion?

And what exactly do you intend to do with that?

Oh, I don't know.

But I think it would be an unforgivable insult

to give it back.

Oh!

- Salud! - Canciones de amor.

Eso!