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The Flash - Spec Script - Act V, Scenes 4-6


INT. THE WHITE SPACE – CONTINUOUS

Cisco is SURROUNDED BY GURNEYS AND DOYLES – they all look at him like he’s in a zoo.

                          DOYLES
                     (in unison)
                     What’s wrong Cisco?

                          CISCO
                     Why do you keep asking me that?

A LIGHT BREEZE BLOWS PAST Cisco’s face – it MOVES HIS HAIR.

                          CISCO
                     What’s going on out there?

A CRACK REVERBERATES the White Space.

                          FLASH (O.S.)
                     I’ll kill you!

                          CISCO
                     Barry?

Another CRACK SOUNDS.

                          FLASH (O.S.)
Tell me how to save my friend or you die right now!

                          CISCO
                     Oh no.  BARRY!

                         DOYLES
                     (in unison)
                     What’s wrong Cisco?

                         


CISCO
What’s wrong?  You wanna know what’s wrong?  My plan to save a freakshow, who didn’t even deserve saving, failed, and now I’m stuck here with you.  It should’ve worked.  

On Cisco as he REALIZES.

                          CISCO
                     Why didn’t it work?

                          DOYLES
                     What’s wrong Cisco?

                          CISCO
                     Is that what you’re tryin to tell me?

On Doyles who only stare back.  Another CRACK SHAKES the White Space.

                          FLASH (O.S.)
                     AHHH!

                          CISCO
What is it about you, Doyle Fox?  You drive Barry nuts.  Like, homicidal nuts.  No one, not even Reverse-Flash could do that.  No one seems to want to be around you.  Even your parents left you behind.  That’s pretty extreme.  No normal person could…

DING!  Cisco gets it.

                          CISCO
Of course.  You’re not normal.  You’re a meta.

     FLASH (O.S.)
TELL ME!

     CISCO
And Barry’s gonna kill you unless I stop him.  I gotta get outta here, one way or another.

Cisco stands still – OPENS HIS HANDS – CLOSES HIS EYES. 

                        
FLASH (O.S.)
                     I’m not kidding Doyle!

Cisco STRAINS – his palms begin to GLOW WITH HIS VIBES.

                          FLASH (O.S.)
                     I…WILL..KILL…YOU!

Cisco SHAKES – his PALMS ARE FULLY ON – he SHAPES A PORTAL before him and DIVES IN.


EXT. CENTRAL CITY SQUARE – CONTINUOUS

Cisco WAKES UP TEN FEET FROM FALLING INTO THE STAGE.

                          CISCO
                     BARRY!

He THROWS HIS HANDS IN FRONT OF HIM – MAKES A PORTAL on the stage and FALLS THROUGH.

Barry STOPS beating on Doyle.  He turns around to find Cisco gone.

On the ground, Doyle is a BLOODY MESS – BREATHING, but slowly.

                          FLASH
                     Cisco?

From behind Flash, a PORTAL OPENS.  Cisco WALKS OUT.  He looks down at Doyle.

                          CISCO
                     Oh Barry…

Police RUSH ONTO the stage and pick up Doyle.  The CROWED watches this happen in stunned silence.

Flash and Cisco stand on stage – lost.


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

Barry walks in on Cisco GLUED TO THE COMPUTER. 

                          BARRY
                     Uh…hey.
                          CISCO
                     (without turning)
                     Hey.

Barry SHUFFLES around behind Cisco – TRYING to speak but not FINDING the words. 

                          CISCO
                     Doyle’s a meta.

                          BARRY
                     What?

                          CISCO
Not sure what part of that is unclear.  Doyle Fox…is a metahuman.

     BARRY
But he has no powers. 

     CISCO
That’s what I thought too.  But I had an epiphany when I was locked inside…me.  I think he has the ability to show people what he is…what he really is…

     BARRY
What is he?

     CISCO
Evil.  Pure evil.

     BARRY
Come on Cisco.

     CISCO
No, Barry, I mean it.  I know it sounds cartoony, but how else can you explain his parents abandoning him?  Your anger when you’re around him.  Barry, look at what we’ve seen come to life over the past years?  Aliens.  Suits of armor that can make a human being fly.  When we were kids, those were stories.  Now we walk around with the number of a guy who died and was brought back to life.  Is it so far fetched to believe that true evil is also real?

     BARRY
Ok, so what does him being pure evil do, exactly? 

     CISCO
It forces the people he interacts with to deal with it.  Or not.  What was it he told you?  People react to him in one of three ways?

     BARRY
Yeah, they ignore him.  They dismiss him.  Or they outright hate him. 

     CISCO
There ya go.

     BARRY
But isn’t that the way people deal with anyone who has a strong personality?

     CISCO
I think presenting his true self to others is only half of what he can do.  The other half is forcing them to deal with it.  Immediately.  Some will just ignore it, like his parents who treated him like a ghost.  Some will just dismiss it, like I did when I was trying to figure out how to cure him.  And some will outright hate him.

     BARRY
Like I did.  Cisco, I’m so sorry.

     CISCO
It’s alright Barry.  You weren’t yourself.  No one is around him.

     BARRY
But it’s not that simple.  It wasn’t like I was being mind controlled or something.  I was still mostly me.  Just angrier.  I could’ve let you die, because I wanted to hurt him more than I wanted to save you. 

    


CISCO
Now we know what we’re up against.  And I promise you Barry, the next time we face off against Doyle Fox, we’ll be ready.


INT. CENTRAL CITY HOSPITAL – HALLWAY

A pair of armed CCPD officers STAND GUARD outside the closed door of a hospital room.


INT. CENTRAL CITY HOSPITAL – ROOM – CONTINUOUS

Inside the room, Doyle Fox LIES ON A GURNEY.  He’s bruised, in a full body cast, but alive.

We hear a faint WHOOSH – see the afterblow of the gust as it WAKES Doyle.

                          DOYLE
                     I knew you couldn’t resist finishing me off.

                          FLASH
I’m not here to kill you.  I’m here to tell you I know what you are.

     DOYLE
That’s pretty vague.

     FLASH
You’re the storybook villain who ties a girl to the railroad tracks and twirls his mustache. 

     DOYLE
Mixing metaphors a tad, aren’t we?

     FLASH
There’s nothing more that needs to be understood about you.  No tragic past.  No love lost.  No life-changing accident.  You’re just bad.  Rotten.  And you want the whole world to know.

     DOYLE
Ya know, just because you hide who you really are from the world, doesn’t make you a hero.  It makes you a liar.  Because deep down, we all want to be noticed for what’s special inside us. 

     FLASH
Not when that attention hurts others.

     DOYLE
You’re one to talk. 

On Flash.

                          DOYLE
Of the two of us, you’re the only one who’s used what makes him special to hurt someone else.

     FLASH
You were gonna kill my friend.

     DOYLE
You don’t know that.  You didn’t let the trick play out. 

     FLASH
You’re trick was supposed to be getting me to like you.  Given how spectacularly that failed…

     DOYLE
It didn’t fail.

     FLASH
You can’t believe that I like you.

     DOYLE
You know the old saying, “there’s a thin line between love and hate?”  Course you do.  Everyone does.  But not everyone really knows what that saying means.  But we do, don’t we? 

On Flash.

                          DOYLE
In that moment, when I dropped Vibe, you hated me so much you were desperate for any reason to throttle me.  And when I gave you one, you came alive.  You were ecstatic.  You could have saved your friend.  You could have found the trigger.  But you didn’t do either of those things, because you didn’t want to.  You wanted me.  Because I forced you to cut loose justifiably.  I let you act, without demanding that you think.  I gave you the reason to flex your speed, without requiring you to run.  In that moment on stage, you became a flash too fast for itself.  And isn’t that everything a flash is meant to be? 

     FLASH
You’re wrong.

     DOYLE
So quick to retort.  Racing again…to be the unquestionable hero, squaring off against the indisputable villain.

     FLASH
I’m not here for a discussion.  I came to tell you that I messed up before.  Let you get to me.  But now that I know what you are, I can find a way to stop you. 

     DOYLE
Without killing me?

     FLASH
Yes.

     DOYLE
Well, good luck with that Flash.  You may have shifted what happens in the future, but you haven’t changed anything.  So long as I’m alive, Central City’s days are numbered.  And if there’s one thing you can’t outrun…it’s the future. 


END OF EPISODE

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