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The Flash - Spec Script - Act V, Scenes 1-3


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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