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The Flash Spec Script - Act IV - Scenes 1-3


ACT IV

INT. S.T.A.R. LABS MAIN TERMINAL

Flash RACES in – more forcefully than normal – in fact, even stopped, Flash is CRACKLING with electrical energy.

And the force from Barry’s entrance PUSHES Cisco back in his rolling chair.

                          CISCO
                     Whoa!

Flash holds out a clear plastic bag with the carpet fibers in it.

                          FLASH
                     Test this.

Cisco takes the bag.

                          CISCO
                     Ok, but…

Flash is gone in a…well, you know.


INT. S.T.A.R. LABS MED BAY – CONTINUOUS

Doyle sits with his legs hanging off the gurney – glued to his phone.

He hears something – the slow build of a wave just before it crests – but he doesn’t have a second to process it before…

Flash BURSTS in with speed – his hand around Doyle’s THROAT an instant later – Doyle is CHOKING.

                          FLASH
                     Who are these people?

Flash holds up a photo of Doyle – taken from one of the frames.


ON PHOTO:
It’s the most recent shot of Doyle – he looks the same in the photo as he does now – with his parents that never aged.

                          DOYLE
                     (being choked)
                     My…parents…

A VOICE sounds in Flash’s ear.

                          CISCO (O.S.)
                     What are you doing Barry?

                          FLASH
                     (to Cisco)
                     Not now.
                     (to Doyle)
What happened to them?  What did you do to them?

On Doyle who SMILES in reply.

And Flash SQUEEZES – ROUNDING OUT Doyle’s smile.

                          CISCO
                     BARRY!

Flash lets go of Doyle – looks at him for a beat – SPEEDS away.


INT. S.T.A.R. LABS MAIN TERMINAL – CONTINUOUS

Flash MATERIALIZES in front of the main computer where Cisco sits.

Cisco STANDS – Flash PULLS OFF his mask.

                          CISCO
                     What the HELL?!

                          BARRY
                     Cisco, that guy is a monster.

                          CISCO
                     You don’t know that.

                          BARRY
But I know he becomes one.  Not a big stretch to assume it’s happened already.  Especially given what I saw in his house.

    
CISCO
Barry, you’re a crime scene investigator.  And a scientist.  You, above anyone else, know how important it is to collect and examine all the data before forming a hypothesis.

     BARRY
I hate him Cisco.  Everything about him.

Beat.

                          BARRY
I hate him more than Zoom, or Savitar.

     CISCO
More than Dr. Wells?

On Flash as he AVOIDS looking his friend in the face.

                          CISCO
                     More than the man who murdered your mother?

                          BARRY
                     Much more.

                          CISCO
Barry.  Can’t you see?  That doesn’t make any sense.

A BEEP goes off – Cisco rushes to the computer.

                          CISCO
                     Testing on the fiber’s done.

                          BARRY
                     Is it his parents?

                          CISCO
                     (Surprised)
                     No. 

                          BARRY
                     Who is it then?

                          CISCO
                     Nobody. 

                          BARRY
It’s gotta be somebody, I know human blood when I see it.

     CISCO
That’s just it Barry.  It’s not human blood.  It’s chimpanzee blood.

     BARRY
What?

     CISCO
It’s a valid mistake.  A great ape’s blood is closest to a human’s, in both appearance and make-up. 

     BARRY
That means he didn’t kill anybody.  Then why did he make it look like he had?

     CISCO
Maybe you should ask him.  Nicely.  After you apologize.

     BARRY
You know this doesn’t change anything.  He’s still gonna murder thousands of people.

     CISCO
Yeah, maybe.  If we let him.  But we won’t.

On Flash as he NODS at this.

                          CISCO
Go.  Apologize.  See what you can learn.  And try not to be so quick to assume.  Take it slow.

Barry PULLS ON his Flash mask – he PREPS TO SPEED AWAY – THINKS BETTER of it.

Barry walks out at normal pace.


INT. S.T.A.R. LABS MED BAY – CONTINUOUS

Flash walks in – from his POV, Doyle watches with a smirking intensity – a relaxed tiger.
                          FLASH
                     Let’s try this again.

                          DOYLE
                     Whatever you want.  This is your time.

                          FLASH
                     First off…I’m sorry about before.

                          DOYLE
                     Ok.

                          FLASH
                     I know you didn’t kill your parents.

                          DOYLE
                     But you thought that, right?

                          FLASH
                     Of course. 

                          DOYLE
                     Haha, YES!  Mission accomplished!

                          FLASH
Why would you want people to think you killed your parents?  Where are your parents?

     DOYLE
Oh, the answers to those questions are so boring.  I’d prefer to keep you mystified.

     FLASH
(I don’t give a damn about your mysteries)
You’re gonna tell me.

     CISCO (O.S.)
Easy Barr.

On Doyle as he considers.

                          DOYLE
Remember how I told you I was invisible to my parents?  How they treated me like a ghost.  Well, I wasn’t being hyperbolic.  They didn’t talk to me, didn’t even look at me, for years.  Then, about a month ago, they moved out.  Didn’t tell me.  So here I am, with the house I grew up in, all to myself.  What do I do with it?  I decided to use it.  As part of my act. 

     FLASH
That wasn’t magic.

     DOYLE
No, but it was misdirection.  And you can’t have magic without misdirection. 

     FLASH
What were you trying to accomplish?

     DOYLE
Making you mad.

     FLASH
Why?

     DOYLE
People have one of three reactions to me.  They ignore me.  They dismiss me.  Or they outright hate me.  You remembered my name, and you always looked me in the eye.  So I knew you wouldn’t like me.

     FLASH
Then why push me?  Why play this game?

     DOYLE
Because now I’ve just about set the stage for the greatest trick I’ve ever performed.

On Flash.

                          DOYLE
When this is over, and you and I are on that stage together, I’m gonna make you like me.

     CISCO (O.S.)
(Laughs)
I’m sorry what?  Is he serious?

     FLASH
You’re not gonna get me to like you.
    
DOYLE
Not “get you”.  That implies you’ll be in control.  I’ll make you.  Change you.  You are gonna walk on that stage hating me.  But when I’m done, you’ll walk off liking me.

     FLASH
Ok, I’m done.

Flash TURNS and WALKS OUT.

     DOYLE
Don’t you worry Flash, I’ll make a believer outta you.


INT. S.T.A.R. LABS MAIN TERMINAL – CONTINUOUS

Flash enters – Cisco is dressed in his Vibe outfit.

                          FLASH
Cisco there’s more to this than we thought.  He’s genuinely unbalanced.

Flash notices Cisco all dressed up – he STANDS in front of a white board with drawings of the flash’s lightning bolt all over it.

                          FLASH
                     What’s going on?

                          VIBE
I think I figured out a way to stop the nanites in his system.

     FLASH
How?

     VIBE
Well, they may be microscopic but they’re still robots.  Susceptible to everything any of our machines are susceptible to.  Like EMPs. 

     FLASH
You want to shock him? 

    
VIBE
We send a single, measured, large pulse into Doyle’s body.  As soon as it enters, I vibe him – open up portals in the six regions where the nanites have spread by this point: the head, torso, arms and legs. 

     FLASH
You want to shock him to death.

     VIBE
The pulse, admittedly too large for the human body to handle, will effectively be split up into six different mini-pulses.  Its energy, therefore, will be reduced accordingly.  And those six mini-pulses will be broad waves of electricity, passing through the nanites and frying their circuits.

     FLASH
Let me guesss, you want me to supply the pulse.

     VIBE
No one sparks up like you Barry.

     FLASH
How are you gonna vibe him while I’m shocking him?  I mean, the two would have to happen at practically the same time.

Cisco flips the white board over.  On the board are grade-school kid drawings of three people – to the left, a guy with a Vibe logo on his chest, in the middle a guy with nothing on his chest, and to the right a guy with the lightning bolt on his chest.

                          FLASH
                     No.

                          VIBE
                     It’s the only way.

                          FLASH
The electrolytes in the human body conduct electricity Cisco.  Not well, maybe, but enough of a charge could easily flow from me, through Fox, to you.

     VIBE
That’s why you gotta stay in control Barry.  We need pulses large enough to fry the nanites, which means we need a really big pulse at the top.  Too big a pulse, and it’ll lock me into convulsions, same as Doyle.  And if I can’t set off those portals inside his body, then he and I fry. 

     FLASH
Cisco, this kid isn’t worth the risk.

     VIBE
Maybe not.  But you are.  You let this kid die, and it’ll break you. 

On Barry.

                          VIBE
Stop thinkin about it so much.  You know this is the right thing to do.  So let’s go in there and get it done.  Then, when he’s safe, we’ll have a lifetime to figure out how to take him down before he ever gets the chance to hurt anyone.

     FLASH
You’re right. 

     VIBE
Damn right.

Flash looks back at the white board.

                          FLASH
                    I really gotta hold his hand?

                          VIBE
                     Yep.  Without gloves.

                          FLASH
Have I ever told you how much I hate your plans?

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