Barry: My name is Barry Allen, and I am the fastest man alive.
To the outside world, I'm an ordinary forensic scientist,
but secretly, with the help of my friends at s.T.A.R. Labs,
I fight crime and find other meta-humans like me.
But I became lost in time.
It took everything in my friends' power to bring me back.
And in doing so, our world was opened up to new threats.
And I'm the only one fast enough to stop them.
[Am the flash.
Harrison: Previously on the flash...
These tears are just more than water, it's like a love drug.
I think I can read minds.
Harrison: Cecile's a telepath.
That's way more important than getting Allen out of prison.
Cecile filed an appeal last week.
We have no new evidence, so that doesn't matter.
Wolfe: Did you know the oscillating cameras
aren't the only ones in this wing?
You're the flash.
You said to call you when I was ready to do business.
Do you have another fish to sell me?
Welcome to my own personal meta-block.
Built on the ruins of the first iron heights,
completely off the books and camera-free.
Yes, yes, less history lesson, more window shopping.
Mina chaytan. Her powers bring effigies to life.
Now that is a nifty trick.
Can she animate anything else? Hmm?
- How about my finger? - 0h!
I like her. She's feisty.
Rundine: Then you are going to love me.
And I'll come willingly, gorgeous.
Sylbert rundine.
He can shrink objects and return them to original size.
I know a drug smuggler who would pay a pretty pence for that man.
Ramsey Deacon, controls technology.
And Becky sharpe can manipulate luck on the quantum level.
I smell a bidding war.
And who might this be?
Wolfe: Something you've been wanting for a long time.
A speedster.
The piece de résistance.
Wolfe: Terms are the same as always.
Any metas you sell, we split the profits evenly.
So, who would you like?
Oh, well, eenie, meenie,
miny...
All of them!
Drakkar noir...
Onions...
And iiverwu rst?
Oh, no.
Earl Cox.
Earl! It's the cops.
It wasn't me! I'll fight every one of you...
Hiyah! Hiyah!
Oh!
Hello, ralphy.
How'd you get in here, Earl?
- The door was unlocked. - No, it wasn't.
Was after I picked it.
Ow! Oh, look at you, you went all Zac efron on me.
What, you drink so many six-packs, you end up growing one?
Nice suit, Earl.
Ah, thank you, kindly. Armani knockoff, I love it.
Listen, it's always great seeing you, but if you'll excuse me,
I've got a very busy day.
Clear your calendar, slim,
'cause I've got a score that will knock your honey-glazed holiday ham
into next Christmas.
Yeah, I don't think any of those words mean what you think they do.
How about these words for you?
A rich, old heiress hires me
to find out if her boyfriend, the pool boy,
is a gold-digger.
Turns out he is.
But pool boy is willing to share said gold
with someone who can help him keep up appearances, so to speak.
And that, my friend, is your specialty.
Are you in?
I don't do that kind of stuff anymore.
Ralph dibny's gone straight.
You serious?
I got friends now. They're good people.
Helped me turn over a new leaf.
- Are they now? - Yeah.
We'll see.
- Meaning? - Meaning...
I love you, ralphy, I really do.
But you let people down.
Especially the good ones.
They get close to you, place their trust in you,
and then, bam,
you screw up.
Every single time.
So when you let your new friends down,
give your old one a call.
Thanks for coming, cecile.
I know Barry isn't too optimistic about the appeal hearing.
Don't lose hope, Iris, we still have a few days to prepare.
I know, but it's not like we've come up with any new ideas
for clearing Barry's name.
A bigger issue is, we don't seem to have Barry.
Wolfe: Mrs. West-Allen.
Warden wolfe.
Unfortunately, you won't be able to see your husband today.
He was in an altercation.
What, an altercation?
- A prison yard fight. - What? Is he okay?
He's fine. He's fine.
He wasn't harmed and he wasn't at fault.
But per iron heights protocol,
everyone involved is in isolation for the week.
- And is he safe there? - He couldn't be more safe.
Actually, it's a pretty common occurrence.
Safe until midnight.
Then Allen and the others belong to amunet.
The important thing to know is, he's in good hands.
- You can rest easy at night. - Thank you, warden.
Yes, thank you.
What's wrong?
Joe: Wolfe is trafficking meta-humans?
Is everybody crooked in this town?
Ah, he always did look smug in those Italian wool suits.
Oh, my god, he's literally a wolf in sheep's clothing.
It's kind of the perfect partnership.
I mean, amunet deals in metas and wolfe has a prison full of them.
And him being the warden, he can make some inmates disappear
without raising any eyebrows.
I'm gonna go talk to Singh.
And say what?
Your pregnant girlfriend with gestational psychic powers told you?
Cecile: Joe, Singh's just gonna think
that you're a father desperate to get his son out of prison.
Well, if we don't figure out something before midnight,
that's exactly what I'm gonna say.
Hey, where's Harry? He can help.
He went to earth-2. He's checking in on Jesse.
So...
Great.
Okay, we're out of legal options,
and Cisco can't breach Barry out of the meta-wing,
so how do we stop this?
Hey, guys. Got your alert. Sorry I'm late.
- It's okay, Ralph. - No, it's not okay.
I ran into this old business partner of mine.
This guy, he's a big, fat creep.
He's always sticking his nose in my business.
Caitlin: Oh, my.
And he's so shady.
He's got these beady eyes and this crooked smile.
He's just a real two-faced rat from head to toe.
- Well, freaky. - What?
He's a two-faced rat, he is.
What's wrong with my voice?
Do you hear that?
That's him, right there.
That's him. Do you see him? That's him. That's him! That's him!
Right there.
That's me.
Why is that me?
You somehow willed your body to shape-shift into Earl's appearance.
Seems like your cells can do a lot more than just elongate.
Ugh, brilliant!
How do you undo it? Undo this? That? This?
Control z?
Control z...
Guys, I think I just figured out how to stop warden wolfe.
If Ralph could shape-shift into braveheart here,
then he could easily shape-shift into wolfe
and meet amunet before midnight.
And call off the whole deal before it ever even happens.
Right.
I can call off what now?
If he doesn't stop soon, I'm gonna ask to be sold early.
Being a meta-prisoner or a meta-pet,
what's the difference?
The difference is amunet black.
She captures metas, sells them to the highest bidder.
Mob bosses, drug traffickers, gangs.
Just imagine how our powers could be used in the wrong hands.
I ain't gonna be nobody's weapon.
We gotta get out of here!
Agreed. But how?
Wolfe and amunet's latest criminal undertaking
throws an annoying wrench in our plans.
What shall we do?
I don't know.
You... you don't know?
My mind is consumed by a near infinite web of variables,
more plentiful than there are atoms in an exploding star.
So, for the moment, I do not know.
I fail to see the humor in this.
I heard that. In your mind,
a flash of stimuli racing through your ventromedial prefrontal cortex
where belief is formed. And doubt.
I don't have any doubt.
And if you had asked instead of reading my mind,
then you would know.
I do know.
As for your earlier inquiry, it's not about what we're going to do.
It's about what Barry Allen is going to do.
Guard: Sitter, how goes it?
Hold your horses, almost done.
Looks like the trap got clogged with a bunch of hair.
I'll head underneath, make sure the stack is clear.
- Good to go. - Thank you.
Okay, how's this?
You know that painting in it, the one that comes to life?
It's like that.
This is impossible.
We might as well just gift-wrap Barry, hand him to amunet and call it a day.
No, Ralph, this is not impossible.
Your polymerized cells are linked to your thoughts.
You should be able to change into anyone you can think of.
Just like when you squeezed your belly into abs.
Okay, first off, I have been working out.
This is au nature! Now.
And second, that was just some abs.
This is an entire person.
Look, when I first learned how to vibe,
I had to learn how to clear my mind of all other thoughts.
You think you can do that?
Okay, uh, all right. I'll try.
Do better than "try"!
Barry's life is in your hands, and we're all counting on you.
I think what you meant to say was, "no pressure, ralphy."
- Here we go! - All right. Focus. Be wolfe.
Be the wolfe.
Big, bad wolfe.
Oh, wow, sweet chiseled cheekbones, I did it.
Wow, maybe I can save Barry.
Oh, uh-oh.
Uh, a little help?
Next, we need to work on his motor skills.
Well done, boy.
And hey, for the record,
I was already planning on making that stuff that you used, so...
Sure, right after your lunch tray crowbar method.
Can we continue on with the breaking and exiting, please?
You want us to follow a cop on a prison break?
I'm not a cop in here. I'm a prisoner.
And I'm not about to let amunet turn me into a weaponized slave.
- Are you? - Okay.
- You convinced me. Let's go. - I'm staying.
What? Why?
Because I don't wanna hurt anyone else.
Last time I was out there, I almost destroyed the whole city.
- Yeah, she can stay. - No, we're all leaving.
Becky, if amunet sells you,
your powers will be used to hurt a lot of people.
The only way to prevent that is to escape with us.
Please, trust me.
Yay, one big happy. Now what?
Wolfe said that this wing was built on top of the old prison.
I also heard the plumber talking about piping underneath us.
Once we're far enough away from the meta-wing,
we'll get our powers back.
That's how we get our freedom.
Ew...
My bad, tiny.
Hey, as soon as we get out,
I'll steal you a brand-new pair of Timmy choos.
It's Jimmy. I'm size six.
You're so sweet.
If you want to use your powers for something useful,
you can help me steal back some native artifacts.
If you two plan on going back to crime,
you might as well just turn around.
Flash will just run you back here.
Same goes for all of you.
Don't look at me, I'm reformed.
From now on I only commit legal crime.
"Legal crime"?
- The stock market. - Come on. We have a long way to go.
Marlize: Augmentation is complete.
Your chair will serve its purpose.
You have outdone yourself once again.
Well, I think I'm going out of my head...
That melody in your head...
You don't recognize it?
- It was playing... - The first time we danced.
Yes.
So you do remember.
June 27th, 1997 at 8:13 pm.
In the countryside in the small Hamlet of boars hill.
That was also the first time we kissed.
And the first time I realized
I wanted to spend the rest of my life by your side.
Marlize, I forget nothing.
Perhaps our song was once at the forefront of my consciousness,
but now...
Think I'm going out of my head
that song playing in your head makes it difficult to read your thoughts.
Quite difficult.
Perhaps that's on purpose.
Of course not.
I know this unforeseen change concerns you,
but fear not.
Once this next phase is complete,
I will erase every doubt from your head.
Wolfe-man to s.T.A.R.-Base, I'm in.
Ralph, to help you stay as wolfe, I'm gonna hand you over to Joe, okay?
He's gonna quarterback.
- Ralph, you copy? - Yep.
So what's the next move?
Preferably something without a lot of moving.
Okay, amunet's point man is norvok,
so you're gonna have to talk to him first.
Grab a drink. Act like a hard-ass.
Barkeep?
Something cold and frosty, if you please.
Jeez.
That's on you, bro.
Snake's on the brain. Five o'clock.
Stay focused, Ralph. No distracting thoughts.
Gingold on the rocks.
Hand it to me, please.
What the hell are you doing here?
I'd like to talk to amunet, please, about the deal.
You can talk to amunet at the deal.
Damn it, Ralph. Nobody talks to wolfe like that.
He's the warden of the most dangerous prison in the midwest.
Demand some respect.
Listen, you lapdog.
Set up the meeting with your boss, now.
Or I'll pull out your eye snake and strangle you with it, understood?
All right. All right.
Let me see what I can do.
Oh, god.
- Sup? - Ralph, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. Yeah.
No problem here.
I'm definitely holding it together.
Yeah, that doesn't sound too convincing.
I have complete control of the situation.
Oi' dibny won't let his friends down.
Wolfe.
Amunet's ready.
Then let's not keep her waiting.
Are you sure this is the right way?
You hear the water in this sewer drain?
It's moving in this direction.
We keep going this way, we'll head away from the prison,
find our exit.
Wow, good catch.
You must have been a really smart CSI.
A CSI who killed a teacher in his own apartment,
and left evidence everywhere.
Yeah, doesn't sound so smart to me.
Hey, speaking of, maybe we shouldn't be...
Crap.
Hey, easy! Easy. Rundine.
Easy.
If we let him go, he will out us.
- We can't do that, can we? - Deacon...
What are you doing? No, we can't hurt him!
We have to do more than hurt him. We don't have a choice.
No. Hey, we do not have to kill him.
Yes, we do.
No, we don't. All right, just duct-tape him.
Come on, let's move.
Amunet: It looked like it hurt.
Ding, ding.
Boys, have some orange slices. Mommy needs to work, okay?
Warden.
I'm going to assume this is not one of those good emergency meetings.
A few hours before major criminal undertaking.
- We have to delay the deal. - What?
My ears outside tell me the police have been tipped.
I don't know how.
Maybe ccpd hacked into the cameras.
You said there were no cameras.
- I did? - Mmm...
Yes, I did say that.
But then, afterwards, I installed a few.
- Did you? - Mmm.
Hmm...
Something seems off with the big, bad wolfe.
If you even are wolfe.
Stay in it. She's testing you.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
I'm the same man you've always dealt with.
Okay. And who would that be?
The one who gives you your merchandise.
And trust me,
you need me a lot more than I need you.
So when I say the deal has to be delayed,
it's because the deal has to be delayed.
Okay.
What the hell?
What?
You know, sometimes I hate being right all the time.
Ralph, get out of there.
Uh...
Damn it!
Get me wolfe, yeah?
I understand your concern, amunet,
but you have my word.
Your metas are exactly where they're supposed to be.
Locked up tightly in their cells, waiting for you to claim them.
Very good. I'll see you then.
Find them!
I mean, there has to be another way.
There isn't.
There is one card left to play.
Go to iron heights and stop the deal before it happens.
You're talking about finding amunet,
plus a prison full of armed meta-guards on their turf.
This is the only option we have left.
You guys can do this.
Let's go.
Ralph.
Yeah, maybe not this time.
What, why?
Look, you're gonna have a better chance saving Barry without me.
Ralph, you know that isn't true.
I just screwed everything up.
You know what could happen if I screw it up again?
You won't.
Okay, you know what? Maybe we just need to talk this out.
Let's go visit with Dr. Hallway. Come on.
Look, talk's not gonna fix my head.
I just can't do it this time, guys.
Sorry I let you down.
Cisco: Hey! Hey, Ralph!
Looks like we're finally in the old prison.
We must be close.
Barry: Maybe closer than we think.
I know this lock.
It's the same kind they use in the general population wing.
Which means there are no meta-dampeners
on the other side of this door.
We get through, we get our powers back.
Well, that's all I needed to hear.
Out of the way.
You good?
No brains, no brawn.
Allow me.
I may not have my powers...
But I don't need them to hack my way out of trouble.
Give me a few minutes.
Come here.
Barry: I'm fine. It doesn't really hurt.
Are you sure?
- I mean, it hurts a little. - Yeah, come here.
- There. - Thanks.
Guess I forgot what it feels like
to punch someone in the face without my powers.
Judging by the swelling, I'd say
you have a fracture on either the fourth or fifth metacarpal.
I used to fall down a lot. Super klutz.
So what are you gonna do when you're free?
I hope it's not more of what you did to get you in here.
Oh, no, trust me.
I am so over prison jumpsuits.
Orange is not the new anything.
Neither is gray. Neither is gray. So...
So, what then?
I don't know.
Using my powers just hurt those around me.
My good luck just jinxed everyone else.
You know, you seem to really care about people.
Not like the type of person who'd take someone's life.
I didn't kill that teacher.
I wouldn't take a life.
You know, not every meta uses their powers to hurt people.
Some use them to help others, to protect people.
Our powers don't decide who we are.
We do.
Caitlin: Ralph? Hey, Ralph, you in here?
Ugh, the light, it burns.
All right, come on. Time to get up.
I can't. I'm dead.
Okay, I don't know what's going on with you,
but I'm betting it has something to do with the reason
you literally fell apart at the bar.
I told Cisco that a talk from him is not going to help.
So a talk from you is not going to help either, Caitlin.
Okay.
I'll get somebody else.
Hey.
Hello, stretch.
They call me "man who elongates" now.
Hmm. They should call you pathetic.
So you screwed up, get over it.
You are a mean lady.
I'm just telling you what you need to hear.
Yeah, well, I'm not gonna miss you when you leave.
"Leave"? Is that what this is about?
Well, yeah.
Everybody leaves Ralph dibny eventually.
That's how this whole thing works.
I screw up big time and they take off.
This time, the people who are gonna leave
are actually my friends.
They're the first ones that I've had in a really long time.
That's stupid.
Yeah, well, I wouldn't expect you to understand.
You kidnap and stab all your friends.
Right, I'm the queen of letting these people down.
But you know what, they're still here.
No matter how much I disappoint them, they still show up for me.
I don't really understand it,
but I think it's part of this whole friends thing.
So, unless you do something worse than kidnap and stab them,
I think you're gonna be just fine.
- You really think so? - Yes, I do.
Huh.
You know, that actually wasn't a bad pep talk.
Well, it's your turn next time.
If I ever decide to go full villain again,
you can give me the lame heart-to-heart.
"Full villain."
Wait.
I know how to fix this!
I gotta see a girl about a guy.
Thank you, frosty Oprah.
Deacon: Presto.
Everyone's powers work?
Yep.
I can smell all the tech within five miles of here.
Thank you, Barry. You saved us.
You did good, boy.
Wolfe: Not good enough, it seems.
Everyone back inside and you'll live to see another day.
I think the only one who should be worried about
surviving right now is you.
There's no cavalry.
No one's gonna see what happened here.
It's just you and us, wolfe.
You want revenge? Understandable.
Just one thing.
If you're thirsty for vengeance, you might wanna start with the flash.
Barry Allen is the flash.
The same man who put you behind bars,
and who will no doubt recapture you after you escape.
That was probably his plan all along.
Is all that true?
I'm gonna squash you so quick, you won't even know what hit you.
No, not quick.
Let's take our time.
The flash on his knees.
I suppose there is justice after all.
Let's see how fast he can run when he's the size of a flea.
Stop! Stop!
What are you doing, runt?
Deciding who I am.
You're not gonna hurt him.
Join us or get out of the way.
Either way, we're taking him.
Good luck with that.
Told ya.
Shoot to wound. They're no good to me dead.
Amunet: They most certainly are not.
Amunet. You're early.
And you are exactly as I suspected. A liar.
Who's obviously in way over his head.
But no matter,
I will clean up your mess for you.
Step aside, boys.
Mommy needs to work.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Not again.
Devoe...
Oh, I don't pay me enough for this.
My powers won't work.
Deacon: Mine either.
He must have blasted us with something.
Chaytan: Who the hell are you?
I am your destiny.
Help me.
Too late, Mr. Allen.
Oh, what an inconspicuous body.
This will be quite useful.
Becky: Not so fast, warden.
You won't take my body.
I don't want your body.
I want your life.
Goodbye for now, Mr. Allen.
What happened?
Devoe.
Well, the party's over.
Let's get the hell out of here.
I'm staying.
What? Barry.
I was only willing to do this,
trying to break everybody out,
because wolfe was gonna sell us.
But that's not gonna happen now.
I'm staying.
Until you find a way to get me out of here legally.
It's the only way I'd ever really feel free, you know that.
This could be our only chance to save you.
We all have to decide who we are.
This is who I am.
Guard 1: Prison breach.
Breakout in progress.
Engage lockdown.
Code x prison breach.
Repeat, we have a code x.
Guard 2: Move, move, move!
Stand against the wall!
Cell block secure.
Hankerson: New evidence, Ms. Horton.
That's what you told this court had come into your possession.
Only I haven't heard it or seen it,
nor have the circumstances changed in any way that would convince me
to move for a retrial.
So unless you have something more to add,
this appeal hearing is over.
I understand, your honor, I do.
If we could just wait a few more minutes,
- I am sure that... - I am tired of waiting.
Either you have something new to add or you don't.
Which is it?
We have nothing further, your honor.
Then I hereby deem Barry Allen's appeal...
Man: Wait...
Devoe?
Nope. Not devoe.
It's Ralph.
I believe you are looking for me, your honor.
I don't know how any of this happened.
You were found in Barry Allen's loft.
- You were dead. - I was stabbed.
I heard a voice saying something about framing someone.
- Then I blacked out. - It's gonna work.
And this morning, I woke up in my own home.
Mrs. Devoe, does any of this make any sense to you?
I am just as surprised by all of this as everyone.
Your honor, the city has had reports in the past
of people who have appeared dead
only to later emerge very much alive.
That's impossible.
"Impossible"? Your honor, is it as impossible as
a man who can run faster than the speed of sound?
I submit that central city is home to the impossible.
I have as many questions as you have, your honor.
And I am looking forward
to working with the authorities to solve this mystery.
Yes, I'm sure that ccpd will be very interested in this.
And as for Barry Allen's appeal...
I guess the court must deem that
Clifford devoe is alive and well.
Barry Allen is hereby cleared of all charges
and ordered released from
iron heights penitentiary immediately.
- You're home. - You're my home.
Aw. He couldn't wait to do that.
How you feeling, Barry? You doin' okay?
I'm feeling great, dad.
Well, you look like you can use a good meal.
And don't you worry, I made a fresh batch
of grandma Esther's meatloaf.
- Oh, yeah. - Just like you like it.
Meatloaf? Gross.
I just meant meatloaf is a grossly undervalued menu item
in most restaurants, I think.
You guys, now that I'm free, I don't care what I do.
I'm just so happy to be back with all of you again.
Team flash.
Today, we celebrate Barry.
Tomorrow, we go back to stopping the man that framed you.
I'll drink to that.
Hear, hear.
You okay, Barry?
Yeah, it's devoe.
Barry, we're gonna stop him. I know we will.
No, that's not it. He...
There was nothing keeping him
from going inside the meta-wing and absorbing the powers
of every meta in iron heights.
Peek-a-boo, top, weather wizard...
I mean, he could have stolen their powers and more, but he didn't.
He only wants the bus metas,
he wants their powers for something, all of them.
We know a bus meta.
Hey, guys, sorry I'm late.
Just couldn't get this left glute to shape-shift back to
its normal perky...
Why is everyone looking at me like I'm a dead man?
What's all this?
After last night's success, I thought a toast was in order.
"Success"? Is that what you call last night?
Yes. How would you describe it?
Barry Allen was...
Supposed to remain in the meta-human wing at iron heights.
But he's now free.
Even team flash has good luck sometimes.
And the bus metas?
We were supposed to wait fill all of them were captured.
But you only got four.
I said I would retrieve them from confinement.
I never said when or where.
There is something else on your mind, isn't there?
Warden wolfe's death.
He needed to die.
I just don't recall it being necessary for our plan.
Well, I think I'm going out of my head...
The chair can wait till morning.
For now, to the enlightenment.
To the enlightenment.
I love you, Clifford.
Yes. And I, you.
I think I'm going out of my head
yes, I think I'm going out of my head