ACT V
INT. S.T.A.R. LABS MED BAY
Barry, with his Flash hood
pulled back, cradles an unconscious Vibe – he PULLS OFF Vibe’s goggles.
Cisco’s open eyes stare
back at him – unblinking, and milky white.
BARRY
Cisco?
Can you hear me?
No response.
BARRY
I’m
sorry. I know you’re in there
somewhere. Lost. But I’m going to make Doyle tell me how to
bring you back.
On Cisco – PUSHING IN –
until…
INT. CISCO’S HEAD –
CONTINUOUS
Moving through nerves and
brain matter – through the external brain – we travel deeper, into the undefined
mind.
INT. THE WHITE SPACE –
CONTINUOUS
Cisco stands in all white
– in a room of all white. There’s a
faint glow coming from all around him – the glow pulses with bass sounds of
Barry’s voice.
BARRY (O.S.)
I’ll
do what he wants. I’ll play fair. But if that doesn’t work…
CISCO
Barry? Barry!
Can you hear me!?
BARRY (O.S.)
Then
I’ll do whatever it takes.
CISCO
He
can’t hear me.
BARRY (O.S.)
Whatever
it takes.
CISCO
And
he’s mad.
BARRY (O.S.)
Rest
up. I’ll be back as soon as I can.
INT. S.T.A.R. LABS MED BAY
– CONTINUOUS
Barry gently sets Vibe
down on the gurney – he walks out.
INT. THE WHITE SPACE –
CONTINOUS
Barry’s footsteps echo all
around Cisco.
CISCO
He’s going after Doyle.
Cisco turns, as if to go
somewhere – but a gurney blocks his way – and sitting on it, is Doyle Fox.
CISCO
What are you doing here?
DOYLE
What’s wrong Cisco?
CISCO
How do you know my name?
On Doyle – looking at
Cisco like a lizard in a glass case.
DOYLE
What’s wrong?
CISCO
You’re creepin me out.
Cisco turns away from that
Doyle – there’s another Doyle waiting for him – and again – and again.
DOYLE
What’s wrong Cisco?
CISCO
What the hell?
EXT. CENTRAL CITY SQUARE –
NIGHT
On the stage, a rockin
band plays the last of their song – the crowd ERUPTS – the indie music scene is
alive and well here.
The band walks off stage
as the MC gets to the mic.
MC
Alright,
give it up one more time for Flashpoint!
The crowd does.
MC
They
swear they came up with it before the Flash was a thing. Alright, well that does it for us here
tonight. Use the app. Cast your votes. The winner will be announced tomorrow. Thank you!
People start to leave.
Doyle rushes onto the
stage – he PUSHES the MC out of the way and GRABS the mic.
DOYLE
Not
so fast ladies and gentlemen, there’s still one more act!
Some people turn around –
but mostly, they leave or mill about on their phones.
Stage managers CATAPULT
onto the stage – they RUSH Doyle.
A BLUR OF RED appears next
to Doyle – everyone is stopped in their tracks – people stop leaving – all eyes
are on stage.
FLASH
I’m
sorry about this. But he needs to
perform.
DOYLE
Truer
words have never been spoken.
(To
the SMs)
You
heard the man. Get off my stage.
The stage managers LEAVE –
only Doyle and Flash remain.
DOYLE
Ladies
and gentlemen, a warm hand for my very special assistant…your hero, the Flash!
Everyone applauds – cheers
– they love this guy.
Flash leans in to Doyle.
FLASH
(Quietly to Doyle)
Assistant?
On Doyle who SMILES in
reply.
DOYLE
Can I get a spotlight please?
A spotlight SHINES ON
HIM.
DOYLE
Oh, no.
Sorry, not for me. Up there.
Doyle POINTS STRAIGHT UP –
the spot FOLLOWS, and so does everyone else’s attention.
The spot LANDS ON A PERSON
HANGING IN THE AIR, kept there by a single rope tied to a crane. The body is limp – unconscious.
But even all slouched – no
visible face – Flash recognizes the body.
FLASH
Cisco!
(to Doyle)
What are you doin?
DOYLE
Performing.
Just like I said.
FLASH
I’m bringing him down.
DOYLE
Do
it, and I don’t tell you how to save him.
He’ll be in a coma for the rest of his life.
Doyle turns back to the
crowd.
DOYLE
You’ll
notice that there is only one rope keeping this young man in the air. No other strings, ties or cords than what you
can see. Flash, if you would be so kind
as to confirm?
Flash, bewildered, RUNS UP
THE CRANE AND BACK DOWN. He NODS to
Doyle.
DOYLE
Thank
you, and just so everyone is clear, can you confirm that the body isn’t some
plastic dummy? That’s it’s a real human
being up there?
Flash NODS again.
DOYLE
One
last question…can you confirm for these good people, that the young man tied up
there is, in fact, alive?
Flash NODS one more time.
DOYLE
Perfect. Thank you Flash, you’ve been very
helpful.
(Turns to Crowd)
Ladies
and gentlemen, that young man is hanging three thousand feet in the air. To put that into perspective, no human being
has survived a fall greater than eighty-five feet. Until today…
FLASH
No.
DOYLE
This
young man will be the first to fall one hundred feet, and live to tell the
tale.
Some people in the crowd
SHIFT UNCOMFORTABLY – but everyone is RAPT.
But Flash’s focus is all
over the place – he’s JITTERY as he shifts focus from Cisco to Doyle – Doyle to
Cisco.
FLASH
Doyle, this is insane! He could die!
DOYLE
It
would ruin my reputation before it even took off if I let him die.
Doyle PULLS OUT A REMOTE
WITH TWO BUTTONS – red and blue - and SHOWS it to Flash, CONCEALING it from the
crowd.
DOYLE
Besides,
so long as I have this…and press blue just in time, he’ll be fine.
FLASH
I
swear Doyle, if you hurt my friend there is no end to what I will…
DOYLE
Ugh,
and yada yada yada, here we go!
Doyle PRESSES THE RED
BUTTON.
A loud RELEASE ECHOES over
the crowd – GASPS follow as Cisco’s body PLUMMETS.
Flash WATCHES – but his
FOCUS STILL SHIFTS – Cisco, Doyle, Doyle, Cisco…
And Cisco just FALLS.
DOYLE
About
halfway down now. Terminal velocity has
been reached.
Doyle turns to Flash –
RAISES THE REMOTE with his finger over the blue button – and TOSSES THE REMOTE
into the crowd.
DOYLE
Oops.
Flash RUSHES FORWARD – and
TIME SLOWS AROUND HIM.
He HURLS DOYLE against the
back of the stage. He’s ON HIM INSTANTLY
– PUMMELING HIM – the sounds of broken bones ECHO.
And Cisco FALLS.
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