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How long until it's finished?

It's gonna take a lot longer

than it would otherwise if you keep interrupting me.

How long?

Or is getting your girlfriend back not important anymore?

I don't know. Another hour?

This machine...

I don't know what you want it for, and I don't care.

It's none of my business.

But...

Sure would be helpful to know how you expect me to power it.

- Leave the power source to me. - Okay.

You do realize this thing takes enough juice

to light up the whole Eastern Seaboard?

Are you doubting me?

I'm not surprised.

You're all the same, aren't you?

Criminals...

a superstitious and cowardly lot,

quivering like mice in their little holes,

easy prey for the bad.

Now let me go enlist

another mouse to our cause.

So we don't know who the Rogues' new partner is

or what they would need the cosmic treadmill for,

but we do know that he's a speedster.

And he's the new Avatar for the Negative Speed Force.

So, if this new speedster is the Avatar...

Won't he try to kill you?

I'm not so sure.

I mean, back at Fort L.U.K.I.A. when he had disabled my powers,

he could have killed me right on the spot,

but he didn't.

Why not?

Maybe he doesn't want to be the Avatar.

Maybe he's just been corrupted by negative speed.

Like Meena Dhawan.

Uh, whatever this new Avatar is doing

with the treadmill,

it'll upset the balance between the forces all over again.

If there's even the slightest chance

I can pull them back from the brink...

It's not supposed to end like this.

Barry, Thawne got himself killed.

- You didn't cause that. - I know.

But I won't let anyone go down that same path,

not if I can help it.

I-I need to go to S.T.A.R. Labs.

Chester and I are gonna reset the satellites

- to scan for the Avatar. - Okay.

I'm gonna stay here.

Luke Fox just sent me the GPS coordinates I asked for...

Ryan Wilder's last known location

the day that she disappeared.

She's the CEO of Wayne Enterprises,

and now this new Avatar is handing out Wayne Tech?

That's not a coincidence.

Ryan's lucky to have you in her corner.

Thanks. Be safe out there.

I will.

Promise.

The night before the Red Panda's second game,

Peyton has a dream that he is a soccer superhero.

- Hi. - Hey.

I'm so sorry.

Training ran late.

- Mommy! - Hi, nugget.

Jenna Marie West,

did you get taller while I was gone?

You're not supposed to do that!

All growing happens when Mommy's at home!

- Leftovers in the fridge. - Thank you.

I'm starving.

Hey.

What's this?

Little one, take this upstairs.

I'll be right there, okay?

Uh, look...

you know how I've been thinking about us leaving the city?

Because you were worried about me

being out on the front lines.

But we said that we would talk about that together.

But you're... what, you're... you're talking to a realtor?

I know. I'm sorry.

But I saw that house, and it's perfect for us.

It's in a highly rated school district.

It has a huge backyard for Jenna to play in.

Joe, it's a two-hour commute from Central City.

Did you think about my job? I have a law practice.

It has an extra room that's perfect

for a home office.

I think we should take a look at it.

It won't be on the market for long.

I'm not looking at any houses,

not until we've thought about what a move like this

would even mean...

for the both of us.

You're right.

I'm just gonna get her tucked in.

Uh...

I though the timing was right now.

Okay, Gideon's picked up the tachyon signature

we pulled off my suit after the Avatar attack.

Okay. Let's do this thing.

Come and get me, Flash.

Ah, there he is.

Here to save the day?

I'm here to talk.

By all means, please.

I know what you're doing.

You're trying to build a cosmic treadmill.

But if you tell me why you're doing this,

where your powers come from, maybe I can help,

and we can solve everything without more fighting.

I just need to know what it is you want

and who you really are.

You want to know who I am?

I'm the last glimmer of crimson

a killer sees before he draws his final breath.

I am vengeance.

I am the night.

I am the Red Death.

Bivolo?

What's the matter, Flash?

You seem...

terrified.

Too easy.

And now, let there be darkness.

What the hell?

What in the world?

Flash, can you hear me?

Flash?

Now the real work begins.

Wakey, wakey.

- Where am I? - You're in hell.

So don't even bother trying to run.

Bivolo.

You were in it for the money. Why join up with killers?

You let me rot in that Pipeline of yours

for nine months.

I've been waiting to get even a long time.

Now, what should we do with you?

Okay, whoa, whoa.

Better... you know, better idea.

Why don't we see who's behind the mask?

I wouldn't do that...

if I were you...

That is, unless what you want

is to get pumped full of 50,000 volts

from the booby trap in his cowl.

Chillblaine...

what are you still doing with these guys?

My job.

No.

You're gonna build

the Red Death's cosmic treadmill for him?

Him?

Somebody needs to catch up.

That machine can tap into forces

beyond anyone's control.

If she uses it,

it could damage the whole timeline,

destroy countless lives.

What a pity that would be.

Blaine, get back to work.

The rest of you, guard the entrances.

The blackout should keep the police busy,

but it won't be long before his foolish teammates

attempt a rescue mission.

You said you wanted to talk, Flash.

So let's talk.

Damn it. Comms are still down,

and I can't get a hold of Iris or Joe and Cecile.

They'll be okay. Cecile is strong.

She can protect them.

Sweet Otis Boykin.

That was one of the strongest electromagnetic pulses

ever recorded outside of a nuclear event.

Even with our backup generators,

we're only operating at 20% power,

nowhere close enough

to re-establishing a link with our satellites.

So we have no way of finding Barry?

All we know is, last time we had contact,

he was with Red Death and Bivolo.

If he's not here by now, they probably took him somewhere.

In a lightning storm,

hot air and cold air come together.

When the liquid droplets and the ice crystals collide,

they become static electricity,

something they never could have been before.

Okay. W... what does that have to do with us?

We need to collide with our opposites

to solve our problem.

Wait, are you saying we need to call Barry's Rogue Squad?

I could use our CB radio

to send out a distress call at 160 hertz.

Hartley uses that frequency with his crew.

Sounds like a long shot.

Maybe.

But right now, this is all we got.

What a sight...

the so-called fastest man alive...

Helpless...

chained...

powerless.

I don't know who you are...

but I know how much hate you must feel for me.

But it isn't yours.

It's the Negative Speed Force influencing you.

It feeds off your rage and anger.

Now it's corrupted your mind.

And you think I can be saved?

I've seen it happen before.

The power that's inside you...

it's strong,

but we can beat it.

I can help you if you let me.

Always seeing the best in your enemies

and the worst in your so-called allies.

- How would you know that? - Because I know who you are:

a pathetic excuse for a hero,

more than willing to stab his friends in the back.

What did I do to you? What do you want with me?

Nothing that can't be easily taken.

You see, you're just one part of my plan.

There's someone else

who's far more important than you,

someone who will ensure my success...

Your lightning rod.

Iris.

Hello?

Hello? Who's there?

Iris West-Allen?

Ryan Wilder?

One second, I'm crossing the bridge into Central City.

The next, this wave passed over my car.

It killed my battery, fried the voltage cable,

and burnt my arm like some kind of electromagnetic pulse.

I think I know who did this.

We've been dealing with a new enemy.

Barry thinks he's the Avatar of the Negative Speed Force.

Let me guess:

they're an evil speedster who wears red armor.

Yeah, a few days back, I was on patrol in Gotham.

This speedster blindsided me, beat my ass,

left me for dead outside the Palisades.

Called himself the Red Death.

When he attacked you, did he steal anything...

gear, tech?

Yeah, he ransacked my utility belt.

How'd you guess?

This Red Death has been handing out weapons

to his new allies: advanced versions of Wayne tech.

Yeah, well, I could have used that equipment.

It took me forever to drag myself back to the Batcave.

Then Luke told me you guys were looking for me,

so I thought I'd just show up and pay you a visit.

You got from Gotham to Central City in a day?

My car drives really fast.

But not as fast as your husband.

- Where is Barry, anyway? - He's at S.T.A.R. Labs...

at least, I don't know, I think he is.

My phone stopped working when the power went out.

Well, I appreciate you bandaging me up

in the middle of all this, but right now,

I want to help you take down this Red Death.

Hit by an EMP, and now back to crime fighting already.

Well, everybody's got their limits.

I, uh, ignore mine.

This the brain trust that lost the Flash?

Oh, thank Crom. You got our SOS.

You think I wouldn't notice someone tapping Morse code

- into my private frequency? - Ugh.

The blackout knocked out every car battery in the city,

so we had to hoof it over here.

And we appreciate that, truly.

Well...

Yeah, so what do we do:

mount a search party, hit the known Rogue hangouts?

Please, Garcia.

I came prepared.

Little help?

Meet the Harmonic Frequency Tracer.

We set this to Flash's vibrational biometrics,

we can find him anywhere on the planet.

Now watch and learn.

"No signal"?

Something must be wrong with your biometric system.

Or there's something wrong with your toy.

Come on, what's the first thing you do to any detainee

in this town?

You meta-cuff 'em.

If the Flash doesn't have his speed,

- then the tracer's not... - I'm aware of that.

Leave Iris alone.

She's got nothing to do with this.

Oh, but she does, Flash.

Whatever happens to her...

is on you.

You don't understand.

The negative speed inside you

is clouding your mind.

It's making you believe

I've done something awful to you, but I haven't!

The Negative Speed Force...

it wants to make you its champion, its Avatar!

That's why it gave you these powers,

so it could pit you against me!

It wants to upset the balance of reality.

Is that where you think I get my powers from, Flash?

And then, I'm some kind of herald

for the dark cosmos?

Oh, no, Flash.

What the hell?

I'm something far more powerful.

Your armor... you're controlling it remotely.

I built this armor

just like I built my own speed,

which means I don't require the aid

of any pathetic Negative Forces.

You're not the Avatar.

Your speed's artificial.

Only organic speed can power the treadmill.

That's why I'm here.

You will be my fuel source, Flash.

And once you start running,

you won't stop until you die.

Only organic speed can power the treadmill.

That's why I'm here.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

It's just... it's been a long day.

So, uh, you must stay busy.

You run that company, CCC Media, right?

Yeah, I do.

We don't have much of an audience in Gotham.

Yeah, well, I'm a big fan of the podcast.

Any cream?

Uh, no, I'm okay.

All right, so the Red Death has got all of his pieces

that he needs for his treadmill.

Any idea what he has planned next?

Uh, no. No idea.

But the blackout

has gotta be connected somehow.

Well, it looks like he's got plenty of help.

Yeah.

Thankfully, so does Barry.

He's working with criminals, too?

Reformed...

mostly.

There's no such thing.

No, I get it.

If my adoptive mother

was killed by the Royal Flush Gang,

I wouldn't trust Rogues either.

Yeah, but, you know, that was...

that was a long time ago.

Was it something I said?

Ryan Wilder's mother was killed

by the Wonderland Gang.

The real Ryan has never been in this house, either,

but here you are, walking around like you own the place.

So who the hell are you?

Iris...

This is gonna be hard to believe.

But where I'm from, I'm your best friend.

Okay, my name is Ryan Wilder, but I'm from another timeline,

one just like this one, except for there,

the Flash is the world's greatest villain.

It's you, isn't it?

Red Death.

Are you here to kill me?

If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it already.

So, what, you're just here to lie to me for fun?

If I showed up saying I was your Big Bad,

you would have thrown me in the Pipeline.

I know you, Iris.

I thought if you got to know me,

if we formed a connection before I had to drop this bomb,

you'd hear me out.

I want the truth.

Where I'm from, there is no Batman.

The Waynes adopted me when I was only days old,

and when they were gunned down in the alley,

I swore to protect my city at all costs.

For ten years, I locked up the dregs of society...

Hush, Simon Hurt, even my own brother...

only to see them escape Arkham

and go right back to preying on the innocent.

I was Gotham's protector, and I was losing the fight.

So I did what had to be done.

I studied the technology of my enemies,

and I engineered my own versions of it.

So that's where the Rogues' new weapons come from.

Eventually...

I decided to study the abilities of other heroes,

starting with my ally from the League.

Flash.

I mined the data from Flash's suit

and used it to create my own armor,

my own artificial Speed Force.

You really expect me to believe

that you stole super speed to fight crime?

Not fight, eliminate.

With Flash's power,

I could put a criminal behind bars

before they even thought of committing a crime.

Don't you see?

The people of Gotham... they were suffering.

They deserved a hero who could make a real difference.

I found a way to stop crime permanently,

something he failed to accomplish.

So he freed his Rogues from Iron Heights

and led them on a war against me.

They tore apart my entire city trying to kill me.

Why would the Flash do something like that?

Even the Flash has his demons.

I tried to hide in the Speed Force,

but my speed's not organic, so it rejected me.

When it threw me out, I ended up in this timeline,

but I need to go back.

And that's why you need the cosmic treadmill.

My Flash was out of control.

I can only imagine what he's done in my world

since I've been gone.

Iris...

you're Flash's lightning rod in every timeline.

You can convince him to stand down

and end this Rogue war he started.

Please.

You're my only hope.

Joe, I do not need to use my empathic abilities

to know that there is something that you are not telling me.

So what? What is it?

Why this sudden rush

to get out of Central City?

What is it really about?

You know I tried really hard raising my kids.

But back then,

when Iris was Jenna's age...

she had to grow up with a father

who might go to work in the morning,

never come back.

Wally, poor kid, for the first 20 years of his life

thought I'd ran out on him.

They had to deal with burdens

I wish they didn't have to carry.

I know, but, baby, you gave them everything that you had.

Cecile...

we have the chance

to raise Jenna in a place where she...

where she doesn't have to hide in her room

because there's a supercharged blackout.

I want us...

To give Jenna...

what I couldn't give Iris and Wally...

A normal childhood.

Here... while no one's watching us.

No, thanks.

You're no good to us dead.

Mark, you don't have to do this.

If I want Frost back, I do.

What happens when she turns on that treadmill

and busts a hole in the timeline?

Or decides it's a lot easier to just kill you

than help you bring Frost back?

If I die, I die. Who would even care?

You are a part of Team Flash.

No, I'm not...

not anymore.

Now I'm just another dirtbag who double-crossed you.

- Aren't I? - Mark!

Before Frost was one of my best friends,

she tried to kill me.

People make mistakes.

I was so desperate

not to make the same mistakes I made with Thawne

that I rushed into thinking the Red Death

was the new Avatar.

But, actually, she's a new threat,

one I wasn't ready for,

and now the whole world might have to pay for my mistake,

and the only one that can help me out of this is you.

Me?

You've got the wrong guy.

- It's too late for me. - No, you're wrong.

It's never too late for second chances.

Look, maybe I didn't go about this the right way.

But, Iris, you are his lightning rod.

You can calm him down, make a truce.

Wouldn't it be easier

to convince your Iris to help?

I tried that.

We had a falling-out when the Flash turned against me.

I don't believe you.

You and Iris were best friends.

You knew her better than anyone in the world.

If things really were as dire as you say,

why wouldn't she help?

Because she can't.

When the Flash and the Rogues were attacking me...

I was dead to rights.

All I could do was throw a lightning bolt

and hope it landed.

It was meant for the Flash, but...

You killed her.

It was an accident.

But if my Iris were alive...

she would help me do it. I know it.

But she's not.

That part, I believe.

It's the rest of your story that I'm struggling with.

You see, we have this thing in journalism

called a Red Team.

And before we go to print with any big story,

we put together a group of reporters

and have them try to poke holes in it,

make sure we're airtight.

If I was Red Teaming your story,

I would take another look at why the Flash turned on you.

You said it was because he was jealous,

but you're the one

who's obsessed with your enemies' technologies.

You're the one trying to stop crimes

before people can even think about committing them.

Did the Flash really turn against you,

or did he see your thirst for power and try to take you down?

You're twisting my words.

Why are you trying to take me to your timeline?

Do you really want a truce,

or are you using me as bait to bring your Flash out?

I am trying to protect my city.

You don't want peace with the Flash.

You want to kill him.

You're damn right I do!

Oh, Iris.

I wanted you to choose this

so that maybe, when the dust settled,

I could get my friend back.

But I guess it's not meant to be.

I wanted to do this the easy way.

But you want to get nuts?

Come on.

Let's get nuts.

- Iris? - Flash.

- Are you okay? - Well, it's up to you, Flash.

Ryan Wilder?

I'm just a woman trying to get home.

Now, you're gonna run until you can't run anymore.

And if you don't, she dies.

That's not true. She needs me alive.

But I don't need you undamaged.

Stop, stop!

- I'll do it. - No, don't.

I won't let her hurt you.

Deactivating meta-cuff.

Engaging vibration engine.

You want her to have a normal life, Joe?

- This is... - Mommy, Daddy.

Jenna, it's okay.

Joe, get her.

Sweetheart. You're okay.

Oh, a really huge wave of fear.

Joe, the Zajacs' house has been hit, too.

I need to help them.

- I think that it's working. - Oh, frak, yeah, it is.

Flash is out by Route 119.

Well, let's go get him right now.

How do you suppose we do that?

You got a teleporter we don't know about?

Actually, I do.

Mark, please.

You don't have to do this. You still have a choice.

No, he doesn't.

I'm giving him the one thing he wants,

what your team refuses to give.

It's too late.

It's never too late.

- Barry, are you okay? - Yeah.

Mark?

What did you do?

I overloaded the capacitors.

So, instead of turning your organic speed into a wormhole,

the treadmill shot it all back at her.

Overwhelming her artificial speed.

Yeah. The treadmill's toast now.

- And we gotta boogie. - Hang on.

The treadmill drained too much of my speed.

I can't run.

Where do you think you're going?

I'll hold them off.

- Mark. - Go!

You think you can double-cross us, huh, Ken doll?

Actually, yeah, I do.

- I've gotta help him. - No, no.

Somebody order a prison break?

How'd you guys know we were here?

Long story. We'll tell you later.

We gotta get Mark.

No, the suit's recharging. We gotta go right now.

No, I'm not gonna leave him behind!

- What are you doing? - Without your speed,

the monster will slaughter us all.

- Hey, what are you doing? - Hey, come on!

Hey!

Stop!

Mark.

This isn't right.

We shouldn't have left him there.

What, no "thanks for saving our sorry asses"?

It's not the way we do things!

- We don't leave people behind! - What choice did we have?

Without your speed, that psycho would have killed all of us,

not just Mark.

What about Mark?

I'm sorry. He didn't make it out.

Well, then we have to go back for him.

He's dead, lady.

And even if he weren't, why would we risk our hides

to go save the guy who betrayed us?

Mark saved Barry's life.

He saw which way the wind was blowing

and switched sides, again.

Like that's so different than the rest of you?

- I do not like you. - So what?

So, everything on this planet is connected.

We are all part of a greater whole.

Mark's life doesn't matter any less than the rest of you.

Are you seriously defending

the guy who tried to turn you into his dead ex?

Yes, because throwing away even one life

is absolutely senseless.

Caitlin's right. We can't lose anyone else.

We need to figure out Red Death's next move.

She still has the whole city under blackout.

Mark destroyed her treadmill, right?

So, well, maybe she'll just pack it up and go home.

She can't.

She's from a different timeline.

Everything she's done is about getting revenge

on her own version of the Flash.

Well, that's just great.

She probably hates you as much as she hates the other one.

Damn, you're just as responsible

for destroying her ride as Mark is.

Which means that whatever she's planning next,

it's only gonna get worse.

Hey.

I can't believe it.

Mark's dead?

I know.

And...

Chuck...

I know I've been the one

avoiding having this conversation.

But after tonight, it just reminded me

of how little time any of us might have left.

And so I... I think I'm ready to...

talk...

you know, a... about us.

Allegra, um...

I... I...

can't believe I'm saying this, but, um, uh...

look, our satellites are still down,

and we still barely have any power.

And now, with Mark...

maybe our timing just isn't right.

Yeah, of course.

I can't believe I brought that up.

- That was stupid. - No, no, it's not.

It's not stupid,

'cause, look, as soon as we send Red Death packing,

we're gonna sit down...

And we're gonna figure out what all this is.

You doing okay, babe?

Hmm?

You look a little down

for somebody who just saved her daughter

- and the neighborhood. - I don't know.

I just...

I keep thinking about that lightning.

You realize if it had hit a few feet higher,

it would have blown a hole straight into Jenna's bedroom.

I don't know, babe.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe the city isn't a safe place to raise our girl.

- Hey, nugget. - I drew you a picture.

- What? - What is it?

It's Mommy saving the day.

That's right, baby girl.

Mommy is a superhero.

And she ain't stopping anytime soon.

Little one...

time to go back to bed.

- Be up in a sec, okay? - Okay.

I don't understand.

Listen, we both want Jenna

to have a safe and normal childhood.

But I also want her to grow up

knowing she can be anything she wants,

just like her mom.

What are we telling that little girl up there

if you quit now?

Yeah.

So we can stay in Central City?

It's gone.

All my work, my dreams...

crushed by the Flash again!

So what do you want us to do now, or...

The Flash...

won't let me go back to my world...

So I'll take his.

But this time, we will bring

the war to him!