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The Flash Spec Script - Act IV - Scene 4


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

Doyle sits on the gurney – he’s using a SCALPEL to CARVE INTO HIS HAND. 


ON THE HAND:
Another grade school kid drawing of a person – he makes SLITS at both arms just below the bicep, at both legs just below the torso and at the neck just above the torso.

Flash and Vibe enter – Doyle looks up and SHOWS them his BLOODY HAND.

                          VIBE
                     What’s your problem dude?

                          DOYLE
No problem.  Just had the urge to draw, and this shape came to me.

Flash and Vibe lean in – see what the shape is.

                          DOYLE
Surprised?  Sick, maybe?  I can never tell.  Whichever of those two they feel, people only have that one deer-in-the-headlights look.

Flash and Vibe turn to each other – EXHIBITING the look.

                          DOYLE
                     Exactly.

                          FLASH
                     Let’s get this over with.

                          DOYLE
                     Get what over with?

                          VIEBE
We think we have a way to cure you.  But you better bandage yourself up, cause there’s no way I’m holdin your hand sportin an open wound.

     DOYLE
We get to hold hands?
Doyle looks at Flash.

                          DOYLE
                     All of us?

                          FLASH
                     Just clean yourself up.

                          DOYLE
                     As you wish.

Doyle CLAPS – and RUBS HIS HANDS TOGETHER FAST.

Then he SHOWS HIS PALMS to Flash and Vibe – neither one has a scratch on it.

                          DOYLE
                     Ready.

                          VIBE
                     (to Flash)
You know I’m really startin to hate this guy too?

     FLASH
(to Vibe)
Come on.

Flash takes off his gloves – Vibe follows suit.

The pair take their positions – Flash on Doyle’s left, Vibe on his right.

Hands GET HELD – with Doyle’s WHITE GRIP squeezing harder than needed.

                          DOYLE
                     So what happens now?

                          VIBE
                     You ready Flash?

                          FLASH
                     Ready Vibe.

                          VIBE
                     Light it up!

Flash begins to VIBRATE HIS BODY – like his disguise form.  The constant motion starts GENERATING ELECTRICITY.

Flash keeps going FASTER – until he’s not quite transparent, but a LIVING BLUR – a HUMAN TOP.

Electricity SURGES through Doyle’s body – he begins CONVULSING.

Vibe’s hand, holding Doyle’s, begins to GLOW -- GROWING OUT OF DOYLE’S HEAD, TORSO, ARMS AND LEGS are Vibe portals.

Doyle’s convulsion lessens.

                          VIBE
                     Wait.  Something’s wrong.

Vibe looks to Doyle – Doyle looks back and SMILES.

                          VIBE
                     Flash!  Stop!

But Flash can’t hear – he’s too far gone – and so, he SPEEDS UP.

More electricity SURGES INTO DOYLE – but the portals in his body DISAPPEAR – and REAPPEAR ALL AROUND VIBE.

Vibe gets the FULL SHOCK OF THE FLASH SPARK.

                          VIBE
                     AHH!!

Flash COMES TO A STOP – he looks over and finds Vibe ON THE FLOOR, UNCONCIOUS.

Flash is by his side in a…well, you know.

                          FLASH
                     What happened?

                          DOYLE
                     It worked!

Flash looks – Doyle’s standing by the door to the med bay.

                          DOYLE
                     I’m nanite free.

                         
FLASH
                     You knew about the nanites?

                          DOYLE
Oh yeah.  Well, my future self knew about the nanites.  I just volunteered to house them…in my body.

     FLASH
You set me up?

     DOYLE
Yeah, inelegant I admit.  There were so many times I figured you must have caught on, but miraculously you never did. 

     FLASH
So what happens to Central City in twenty eighty eight, that never happens.

     DOYLE
It will now.

     FLASH
Why?  Why would you do this?

     DOYLE
That’s a secret, Flash.  And good magicians never let you in on the secret.  But there is one thing I’ll tell you.  How to save your friend.

     FLASH
What did you do to him?

     DOYLE
Oh I didn’t do anything to him.  He did this to himself.  Ya see, when he opened those spatial portals inside me, he didn’t count on the nanites being ready for them.  They were. 

     FLASH
The nanites are inside him?

    


DOYLE
Uh huh.  You successfully overloaded them with your spark.  But they were ready for you.  And their little, microscopic bodies stored some of that overflow energy, and got sucked into Vibe’s portals.  So that when those portals closed, and returned to their point of origin…

     FLASH
The nanites went too.  Into Vibe.  And even though they’re fried, that excess energy from the EMP jumpstarted Vibe’s powers.

     DOYLE
Doing to him, what he did to the nanites.  Poetic, isn’t it?

     FLASH
So he’s not unconscious.  His consciousness is stuck in one of his own portals.

     DOYLE
Hey, you’re pretty good at this.

     FLASH
How do I get him out?

     DOYLE
Oof, another secret.

     FLASH
You won’t tell me?

     DOYLE
I will.  But not until you perform my trick with me.

     FLASH
The one where you’ll make me like you?

     DOYLE
That’s it.  You do it, and like…really commit to it.  And I tell you how to save your friend.

     FLASH
When?
     DOYLE
Tonight.  Ten pm.  We’re on after the last act in the Central City Battle of the Bands.

     FLASH
I’ll be there.

     DOYLE
Good.

Doyle HEADS FOR THE DOOR.

                          FLASH
                     Doyle!

On Doyle as he TURNS.

                          FLASH
                     When this is over, I will take you down.

                          DOYLE
                     Nah.  You’ll like me too much.


END OF ACT IV

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