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The Flash - Spec Script - Act Two, Scenes 3 & 4


INT. BARRY’S APARTMENT

Barry is passed out on the couch – Cisco sits at the computer working -- he CRUSHES an energy drink – doesn’t skip a beat.
The TV in the center of the room is on.

ON SCREEN
A news broadcast of a huge crowd in Central City Square.  A stage is erected in the center.  A BAND WALKS OFF – just finished playing.

A TICKER at the bottom of the screen reads “ALL-DAY CONCERT IN CENTRAL CITY SQUARE.”

Out of nowhere, a CONFETTI CANON FIRES.

ON BARRY

He WAKES – startled.  He looks at the TV. 

                          BARRY
                     What is this?

                          CISCO
I dunno.

     BARRY
It’s a concert.  You’re not watching this?

     CISCO
No.  I just needed something on in the background.

     BARRY
Does it have to be so loud?

     CISCO
Sorry, didn’t realize.  I tune things out when I get focused.

ON BARRY – he GRABS the REMOTE – MOVES to turn off the TV.

                          CISCO
Don’t!  It helps me.  Especially when I’ve been scouring the internet for the last eight hours.  Straight.  No pee breaks.
(He stops typing)
Oh my god.  I haven’t peed in eight hours.

                          BARRY
                     Have you found anything?

                          CISCO
Nothin.  Five thousand Doyle Foxes in and around Central City, and none of them stand out.  In any way.  No records, no misdemeanors.  This guy’s a ghost in a sea of ghosts.

     BARRY
There has to be something we’re overlooking.

     CISCO
We?  You napped.  I haven’t peed in eight hours.
(realizing)
And I don’t need to.  I’ve had, like, ten energy drinks.

     BARRY
Well, let’s work off what we know.  The 2098 version of Doyle Fox was so old he could barely move.  Maybe eighties?

     CISCO
I know some eighty year olds that are more spry than I am.

     BARRY
Ok.  Nineties, let’s say.  So now, in 2018, we’re looking for someone as old as twenty-eight, and as young as…
(Yeah, the truth sucks)

     CISCO
Eighteen. 

     BARRY
He’s a kid.

     CISCO
He could be a kid.

     BARRY
Hurry Cisco.  Revise the search parameters.  We gotta find him.

Cisco turns and gets to work – Barry turns and paces in font of the TV.

Something on screen catches his eye – he STEPS IN to the screen.

ON SCREEN
Doyle, shirtless, walks on stage.  A couple people in the audience acknowledge him, but mostly people aren’t paying attention.

The teenager has DUCT TAPE over his mouth – he HOLDS UP A SIGN.

ON SIGN
LADIES AND GELTLEMENT.  FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT, I WILL MAKE MYSELF DISAPPEAR.

Doyle puts the sign down – he pulls out a HUNTER’S KNIFE.  He POSITIONS THE KNIFE over his heart – EXTENDS his arms –

ON BARRY

Who speeds out of the room.

Cisco turns to an empty living room.

                          CISCO
                     What the? 


EXT. CENTRAL CITY SQUARE – DAY

Barry stops – a huge crowd stands between him and the stage. 

People notice that the Flash is there.  Everyone in the audience TURNS to him.

                          VARIOUS AUDIENCE
                     Look, it’s Flash!/Flash!/I love you Flash!

On stage, Doyle PULLS the knife toward his heart.

Flash ENTERS FLASH TIME – He LAUNCHES forward, LEAPING over the crowd – using some step-stones to get him to the stage.

The knife, even in Flash Time, is getting closer to its mark – and Flash is still too far away.

                          FLASH
                     WAIT

In Flash Time we see the knife STAB Doyle in the chest.  It goes all the way in, up to the hilt.

Flash LANDS on the stage.  Flash Time ends – Doyle FALLS back, but Flash catches him – EASES him to the ground.

                          FLASH
                     No!  No!  Hey, kid – do you hear me?

Doyle’s eyes are closed.  His tongue STICKS OUT. 

And the crowd goes nuts.

                          VARIOUS AUDIENCE
Did that kid just…/Oh my god, someone call an ambulance/Is he bleeding?/

Flash looks under the body – NO BLOOD – he SETS Doyle down – looks at his gloves – no blood there either.

Flash STANDS – then, Doyle POPS UP.  The audience gasps.

Doyle GRABS the hilt of the knife.  He PULLS it out of his chest – it’s a STRUGGLE.

The knife blade comes out COMPLETELY CLEAN – and there’s not even a SCRATCH on Doyle’s chest.

Doyle EXTENDS HIS ARMS – TAKES A BOW.  No one claps.  They start boo’ing. 

                          DOYLE
Ladies and gentlemen, I am Doyle Fox.  You can find more of my illusions at www.doylefox.com.   

They’re not interested. 

Doyle throws his arm around Flash – takes a SELFIE.

An ornery STAGE MANAGER WALKS on – GETS IN DOYLE’S FACE.

                          STAGE MANAGER
Kid, you have five seconds to get the hell outta here before I have you arrested.

The Stage Manager PUSHES Doyle offstage.

                          DOYLE
                     (to Flash)
                     It was an honor performing with you.

Flash TOUCHES his ear.

                          FLASH
                     Cisco?

He hears RUSHING WATER.

                          CISCO (O.S.)
                     Not now!

                          FLASH
                     I think I found him.

                          CISCO (O.S.)
                     That’s great!  Oh!

                          FLASH
                     What are you…

The floodgates have been opened.


END OF ACT II

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