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The Flash - Spec Script - Act Two, Scenes 1 & 2


ACT TWO

INT. BARRY’S APARTMENT

Cisco is huddled over a laptop.  Barry is pacing behind him.  Both guys are in their costumes, but with the masks pulled off.

                          BARRY
                     Any luck Cisco?

                          CISCO
Still sorting.  Through prison records, juvey records, speeding tickets…if this guy’s been in any kinda trouble, I can find him. 

Barry paces.

                          BARRY
Shouldn’t a simple search be instant?  Why’s it taking so long?

     CISCO
It’s pedabytes of information Barry.  Even the fastest computer needs time.

Barry paces some more.

                          BARRY
Are you hardlined into the router?  Maybe that could speed things up.

     CISCO
Barry, if you want to speed things up, we should bring in some help.  Irs, Caitlin…Joe!  He’s a detective!  We don’t have to do this alone.

     BARRY
Yes we do, Cisco.  It’s why I don’t wanna take this to Star Labs.  I can’t tell them what happened.  What I did.

     CISCO
Why did you? 

On Barry.

                          BARRY
I honestly don’t even remember doing it.  I wanted to.  I know that.  It was almost like my body was reacting before my brain could –

                          CISCO
                     Pump the brakes? 

                          BARRY
                     Yeah.

                          CISCO
                     A flash too fast for himself.

                          BARRY
No.  I won’t be.  We’re gonna find Doyle Fox.  And when we do, we’re gonna figure out a way to save him from the time bomb in his body.  You with me Vibe?

                          CISCO
                     I’m always with you Flash.

                          BARRY
Good.  Because this time, it’s only you and me.


INT. HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM

In a large, 300-seat auditorium, there are 20 very enthusiastic students milling around -- all singing, stretching, one guy dressed in a suit points with purpose as he delivers some punchline.

A pair of bright, cheery girls are dancing in their sweats on stage – really feelin the music.

At a long table at the base of the stage is a TEACHER – she’s grooving along.  A sign on the front of the table hangs loosely.


ON SIGN:
Talent Show Auditions – Signups

Moving up from the sign to the sign-in sheet, less than a quarter of the sheet is filled.  We get closer.


ON SIGNUP SHEET UNDER A PAIR OF GIRL NAMES WITH A CHECK MARK NEXT TO THEM:
Doyle Fox

On stage, the dance ends.  The girls are so triumphant.

At the table, the teacher is applauding wildly. 

                          TEACHER
Whoo!  Nice girls!  Nice!  Oh god, you’re in.  You are so in.

The girls are so thrilled as they exit the stage.

                          TEACHER
Ok.  Man, I’m so jazzed right now.  Ok, next up, Doyle Fox?

Everyone in the room reacts with same sense of bewilderment – who?

                          TEACHER
                     Doyle?  Anyone know a Doyle Fox?

                          MALE VOICE (O.S.)
                     Here Mrs. Maricela.

On stage enters a sixteen year old boy with no shirt on.  He’s covered in tattoos, with big hoop earings and at least two nose piercings.  By far, he’s the loudest person you’ve ever seen – and he doesn’t even need clothes.  This is DOYLE FOX.

Doyle walks center stage.  He carries a large mallet and some nails.

                          TEACHER
                     Oh.  You go here?

                          DOYLE
                     Yes mam.  I’m in your history class.

                          TEACHER
                     I don’t think so.

                          DOYLE
Yeah.  I wrote the twelve page paper on the civil war?
     TEACHER
That was you?

     DOYLE
Yes mam.

     TEACHER
That was a two page assignment.  You cost me my weekend.

     DOYLE
Sorry.

     TEACHER
And you better have your parents call the head office and let them know you’ve been in, because I think I’ve been marking you as absent this whole time.

     DOYLE
Ok.

     TEACHER
So what do you have to show us?

     DOYLE
Magic.

     TEACHER
Oooh, magic might be fun.  Whenever you’re ready.

Doyle takes his stance.  He presents the mallet to the crowd.  Presents the nails.  Places a nail in his nostril, sharp-end in.

Then Doyle starts hammering away with the mallet. 

The room is audibly grossed out.  As is Mrs. Maricela, who squirms in her seat watching.

Doyle hammers in a second nail.  Bigger reaction from the crowd.

He starts hammering in a third, but halfway through he makes like he’s going to sneeze.

And he does – with a fountain of blood shooting from his nostril, along with all the nails.

He catches the nails and takes a bow – blood still flowing from his nose like water from a faucet.

                          TEACHER
                     What the hell was that?

                          DOYLE
                     Street magic.

                          TEACHER
Ugh, I thought you were gonna do some card tricks.  Oh, that was gross.

Doyle stands in silence as everyone agrees, even if they don’t say that.

                          TEACHER
We’ll let you know.  What was your name again?

     DOYLE
Doyle –

But he’s interrupted by her visible disgust – it moves through her body like a wave.

                          TEACHER
                     Thank you.

Doyle takes the cue.  He walks offstage.  He gets to the wing, out of sight.

                          TEACHER (O.S.)
                     Doyle Fox?

On Doyle as he takes this in.

                          TEACHER (O.S.)
                     That’s the kid we just did?  Oh, no!

The sounds of pen crossing something out, vigorously, are heard.  Doyle moves on.

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