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- Previously on "The Flash"... - Council of Wells.

Some of the brightest minds in all the multiverse.

There's still another cryogenic anomaly in my DNA.

Killer Frost is still a part of you.

The more I try to use my brain,

the sooner I'm going to lose it.

- They know what DeVoe's doing. - Separate satellites working

together for a single purpose?

DeVoe wants to remove the intelligence

of everyone on Earth?

Just like mine.

Iris?

Sorry, babe! Go back to sleep.

Iris...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just one second. Let me just...

Let me just get this last sentence down, okay?

Why... why are you still awake? What is all this?

This is...

every file, every report, every footnote

that I could find on DeVoe. I dug it all up

when I woke up in the middle of the night.

I just... I couldn't stop thinking about DeVoe

and his machine.

And now that he has all of the satellites,

I mean, he could turn on the machine at any point.

And not knowing is maddening,

but at least I know what he's planned, right?

But everyone else in the city, they are oblivious.

Which is why I decided that I need to write

a piece about it.

- An article? - Exposing every single detail

of his maniacal plan.

- Oh... - I think that if people

in this city knew what he was up to,

then maybe they could protect themselves.

Barry, I really think

this is exactly what we need

to change the tide against DeVoe.

So I'm gonna go upstairs,

I'm gonna take a shower, and when I come back,

I need you to tell me everything you know about

that flying chair

and how he uses it to body hop and...

- Synced and corrected by VitoSilans - -- www.Addic7ed.com --

So last night, Harry, Cisco, and I

were up all night writing all the different algorithms

we could think of involving

the satellite tech that DeVoe stole.

We think DeVoe plans to position each

of his five satellites at specifically calculated

- points around the globe. - And when the quantum computers

in each satellite link up...

He'll use that network to basically emit

a series of dark matter bursts.

That will reboot the pre-frontal cortex

of every man, woman, and child on this Earth.

Well, we need to nip this in the bud.

We can't let him launch those satellites.

Yeah, but I mean, how are we supposed to find him?

I mean, we haven't been able to register

DeVoe's pocket dimension energy for days.

And with Null's gravitational powers,

he can launch these satellites from any place at any time.

Yeah, he can.

What are you thinking, Bar?

I think we shoot 'em down.

- Whoa. - There is one small problem.

DeVoe has Kilgore's powers.

Yeah, he can manipulate any tech-based weapon

we fire at him.

So we don't use tech.

We use some kind of organic matter weapon.

Right, like a...

Like a...

You know what? Let's split up,

see what we can find.

Ramon.

DeVoe's not acting. Why is he not acting?

I don't know, but it doesn't matter.

But it does matter, though. And if I had my intelligence,

I could figure that out. But I don't.

- I got to get it back. - No, no, no.

What you need to do is be patient.

We're consulting with, like,

literally every scientist we know.

Why don't you consult with me?

No. Harry...

No, not dumb me, the other mes.

The council.

So I must admit, found your transmission

intriguing, to say the least.

But first...

I have a question for you, Harry Wells.

Tell me, Harry, how does your "hypothetica"

thinking cap account for

the resonant inductive coupling of the dark matter transfer?

- Well, the... the inductive... - Am I speaking to you?

I cannot remember. Oh, wait. I'm not.

The little guy that must be Cisco, put you in the box.

Put the box in the pocket.

Talking to Harry, a simple question.

How does it account for the resonant coupling?

It, uh...

Ah!

Ha! I knew it! He doesn't know!

He doesn't know!

Ah! Simple Harry is truly Simple Harry now.

- No. That's not what's hap... - Ja, remember,

I put you in the box. Put the box in the pocket.

Crush the box! In the pocket.

This is very simple what has happened.

Your "hypothetical" thinking cap has malfunctioned, hmm,

and left the world's once formidable intellect

a dum-dum!

- That's not what happened. - Yeah, that's what happened.

That's what happened.

Poor Harry.

- Herr Wells... - Ja.

Are you gonna help us or not?

- Not. - Why not?

The Council of Wells is a council

of superior intellects there to accept the challenge

of others with superior intellects.

It's called the Council of Wells

and not the Council of Dum-Dums!

- Loot at this man. - I see him.

Is he not one of your own?

Are you telling me you're gonna betray

one of your own because he doesn't meet some

arbitrary intellectual standard?

Ah! So you do understand.

Ja, unlike your simple friend, here's what you

now must consider.

Auf Wiedersehen!

No, he's right. I am a dum-dum.

Hey, you are not a dum-dum.

Ramon, come on. Let's face facts.

I've lost most of my science, lost most of my math.

Language will be next, and there's nothing

- we can do about it. - On the contrary, "mon frery"

we're the ones who created that council of ding-dongs

in the first place, so if they're not gonna help us,

that leaves us with one other option.

A new council, a smarter council.

A better council.

- Hey, Caitlin. - Hmm?

Do you have any ibuprofen?

Reading up on all this organic matter

has given me an organic migraine.

Oh, thanks.

You have a little...

Oh! Acupuncture.

Ever since I found out I still have

a cryogenic anomaly in my DNA,

I've been doing every medical avenue I can think of

to get Killer Frost to emerge.

Mm. You really do miss her, don't you?

Yeah. Killer Frost was a part of me,

and just as I was starting to accept her,

she was taken away.

I'm running out of ideas.

Hmm, well, I know it's not

exactly the same, but I've had

my fair share of missing persons cases.

And what do you do when you've hit a wall?

I try to attack it from a different direction.

If that helps. Anyway, thanks.

We've been attacking this from the wrong direction.

We know we need a tech-free projectile

to stop DeVoe's satellites, so we've been looking

for an object when what we really need is a person.

Amunet.

- Amunet Black? - I know she's not

the ideal choice, but Amunet's psychic-powered

alnico shards are not only deadly powerful.

They're completely immune to DeVoe's Kilgore powers.

Not ideal? I mean, she kidnapped you.

She tried to sell me into meta slavery.

And she ruined my bachelorette party, I mean...

- That's not... - I mean, you're right.

It's... it's admittedly not as big of a deal, but you know

- what I'm saying. - Yeah, we can't partner up

with Amunet. She's a criminal.

Snart's a criminal. So's Killer Frost.

We worked with them.

Look, even if we forgave Amunet

for everything she's done... Which is a lot.

What makes you say she'd be willing to help us?

I've seen a different side of her.

She's helped me before,

and I believe she'll do it again.

This isn't what I expected Amunet's hideout to look like.

I might have made a few changes.

Really, boys?

You trying to get us killed? That's The Flash, you morons.

And Caitlin may look like a librarian,

but she's a coldhearted beast.

Where's Amunet?

Really? No, "Hello, Norvock.

How you been?" You're not even gonna

introduce me to your new boss?

Oh, I'm not her boss. I'm just a friend.

Well, isn't that sweet?

Norvock, where's Amunet?

No one's heard a peep from her in months.

For all I know, the witch is dead.

So Amunet's gone?

Well, apparently after her deal with Warden Wolfe took

a nosedive, she's been out of the meta trafficking business.

Caitlin, do you know any personal details

that can help us track her down?

Oh, I don't know. Amunet's always been

a private person, sort of unpredictable and rash,

kind of fly by the seat of your pants.

You know, when she kidnapped me at Christmas, she said

she used to be a flight attendant.

I think she was on an airplane the night

the particle accelerator exploded.

Okay, that we can work with. Let's see.

Yeah, it looks like there were 35 flights in the air

in Central City the night of the

particle accelerator explosion.

Cisco, can you access the flight manifests?

Yes, I can, and I can take the cruise credentials...

Cross-reference them in the facial recognition?

Can you not read my mind?

- Huh. - Her real name is Leslie Jocoy?

Maybe she's operating under her real name,

- not her pseudonym. - Well, she didn't have

a criminal record until the particle accelerator,

- so... it's not a bad plan. - Right.

CCPD's database has several

prior work addresses for Leslie Jocoy.

All right, let's pay 'em all a visit.

Okay. Dad why don't you and Caitlin go check out

- the most recent address? - I'll check out the rest.

- Sounds like a plan. - And I should get back

to the loft. I need to pick up a DeVoe file

- for my article... - Hey, actually,

can I just talk to you really quick?

Um, yeah. Okay.

Just about your article. I just think maybe

telling everybody about a meta-human uber-genius

who plans on rebooting people's brains...

Yeah, but if we don't tell them,

they might find out when it's too late.

Sure, but I don't... I mean, the team's always liked

to keep what we're working on low-key.

Okay, well, I'll run the idea by them.

No. I-I don't mean no. I just mean...

maybe hold off until you finish writing it.

Okay. Yeah, I'll hold off.

- You will? - Yeah.

No, I mean, I get it. We've never openly shared

this kind of information with the city before,

and the team will be more likely to agree with me

if I have a full article ready for them to read.

So I am gonna hurry up and finish it.

- Okay. - Thanks.

Harry, I give to you...

the emotionally astute Council of Harrisons.

- Hey. - There ya are.

H. Wells, what... what are you doing here?

Those other stiffs, well, they got tired

of my connections

making me tardy to their party, so...

They gave me the boot.

Gave you the... wait, so I'm not the only one?

Nuh-uh, all of us been kicked out.

All of you have been kick...

You got me a council of rejects.

Well, they're brilliant rejects.

'Ey! Oh, whoa, whoa!

Who you calling rejects? 'Ey, look at this guy.

What are you, sta-nuts?

Allow myself to introduce myself.

Sonny Wells. Earth-24.

At your service. They call me Sonny on account

of my sunny disposition.

You know, I think that name kind of works for him.

'Ey, oh, the guy who must be Cisco.

My motto, personally, for me, my motto?

Be kind.

Rewind.

- Be kind. Rewind? - They're still on VHS.

What?

Hello! Yes, bonjour.

So I am Harrison H.P. Wells, the Earth-25.

So I must say that it warms me

to see us all bonded by our faces and our hearts.

You see his scarf? I like that scarf.

Gonna get myself one of them

classy scarves like this guy.

That's a $10 scarf right there.

So anyway, without further ado,

it's time for me to commence this meeting

with one of my poems, so... allez.

I never knew you.

- I never taste you. - Mm, taste.

Never smelled you.

Until I do. And now I am hooked-ed.

Mm, saucy.

And, uh, what is this poem about?

- Bread. - Oh, deep connection.

Food can feed the soul. You know, I once

had this experience with a hot apple pie...

Okay, you know what? That's enough sharing

from this side of the table. How about we let

somebody else share? Harry, you have the floor.

- No chance. - Harry.

- No way. - Come on.

Do the intro.

Why? No.

- I'm not gonna. - Harry.

- What? - You have to do

the sharing if you want the helping, okay?

- Allez, Harry. - 'Ey.

- I'm Harry. - How you doin', Harry?

- Bonjour, Harry. - Howdy, Harry.

We know his name.

So, uh...

here's the thing.

I'm losing my intelligence.

- Whoa! - Oh, no.

And as Wellses, you know how very important

our intelligence is, and so I'm asking for your help

to get my intelligence back so I can kick some...

So I can help my team.

Will you help me do that?

Non. Non, mais of course, Harry.

Of course we will help him. We will help you.

Open your heart. We'll open your mind.

Come on, let's do this.

- Okay. - Lovely.

Hey, Bar, we're at the market.

We'll let you know if we find her.

- Copy that. - Amunet used to work here?

What did she do, bag groceries?

At least it's not human trafficking.

Let's look around.

Hey, look, when I told you

to look in a different direction

to find your alter ego,

I didn't mean team up with a criminal.

I know how that probably looks.

Yeah, it looks like you want us to work

with Amunet Black so she can help you

with your Killer Frost problem.

I mean, why weren't you up front with the team

- about that? - Because I thought

they'd say no if I had my own reasons.

Besides, I actually really do think Amunet can help us

and help me with my Killer Frost problem.

Well, how exactly can she help you?

Last year, when I was having trouble getting a handle

on Killer Frost, I went to her.

She used a black market piece of tech on me,

a splicer, helped me split Killer Frost.

And you're hoping she still has this tech.

It worked before. It could work again.

Well, Caitlin you got to tell the team.

Damn.

Somebody saw "Molly's Game."

Mm-hmm.

Hang on a second.

CCPD. This is an illegal operation.

Everybody out of the room.

Leslie.

Caitie.

Leave it to your crafty little brain

to figure out my dark secret.

What are you doing here?

Calling your bluff. I knew you were still alive.

No one could kill me.

What's with the accent?

It's part of my disguise. Had to blend in.

Now I'm just your average American blonde

making an honest living.

Well, a more honest living, yeah?

Besides, you know what they say.

A zebra never changes its stripes.

Flash.

Oh! Flash. You really do stop

all the crime in the city, don't you?

But not today.

We're not here to fight.

We need your help.

Oh, look!

A little hidey-hole for your outfit.

Hi, excuse me. You don't seem

too concerned that DeVoe is about to launch

a bunch of satellites into space

that are gonna reset all of our brains.

Oh, no, my dear. I find it very troubling.

The professor turning everyone in the world into a dimwit

is tragic.

It's brilliant.

But tragic.

So will you work with us?

Help us stop DeVoe?

Just...

that thing...

Why do you still have it on?

My...

It helps me protect my identity.

No.

It's doing a terrible job.

- What? - Yes, you see,

that stoic jawline, patrician profile.

You're so obviously the speedster I tried

to procure from the warden.

May he RIP.

- Come on. - I'm doing it.

- Hello, handsome. - Hello.

To think I had The Flash in my grasp.

What a pretty penny I could have gotten for that sale.

- Amunet. - Yes.

- Focus. - Ah!

Okay. So...

On the one hand, I am more dictator

than team player.

But on the other... Professor DeVoe stupefying

the planet would be bad for business.

So I'll do it.

Unfortunately, there is a but.

There usually is one.

You see, in life, I have found

that bigger isn't always better.

But in this case...

You need more shards to take out something

the size of a satellite.

So where'd you get those?

From the plane I was on the night

the particle accelerator exploded.

They were in the cargo bay

en route to a military facility.

Which conveniently never made it to its final destination.

You see, normally I would just pop down

to my storage locker to grab my big job stash,

but last week, a naughty boy... or girl

or non-binary gendered individual...

Snuck in and robbed the place.

Yeah, well, we should check out your storage unit.

There might still be some clues.

I think I have an old CSI kit back at the apartment.

Great. You guys are so good.

Sorry, excuse me. Where are you going?

To the kitchen for a spot of tea?

Why don't I take you?

Boy.

Oh, you prepare food in here?

It's not very sanitary.

I wanted to talk to you alone.

I didn't just bring you here to help us stop DeVoe.

An ulterior motive. How furtive and apropos.

After all, why go through all the hassle

of procuring me when Killer Frost

could quite easily just ice blast

those satellites down?

Killer Frost is gone. I haven't been able

to get her to appear ever since DeVoe

used one of his powers on her.

Remember last year when I came to you

because Killer Frost was taking over?

You fixed me.

Mm.

My transmodular genetic splicer.

I need to use that splicer again.

Caitie.

One of the reasons why I was so willing to help

you and your friends with your professor situation

is because, well, quite literally...

it also benefits me.

But giving you my splicer, not as beneficial.

What if I make you a deal?

You give me the splicer.

Killer Frost and I will do you one favor.

Oh, that is a tempting offer.

But unfortunately my splicer was stashed right alongside

my additional shards.

In your ransacked storage unit.

Okay, wherever we find your shards,

we should also find the splicer.

- Ding, ding, ding. - So do we have a deal?

You'll give me the splicer as soon as we recover it?

I'll even tie a little bow on it.

Ladies and gentlemen, hang on to your wigs and keys.

Here we go. Harry, turn to him, the guy who must be Cisco.

- Express yourself. - Yes, it is best you commence

- with the "I feel" statements. - Mm.

Wow, like "I feel a yearnin" or "I feel aroused."

Okay, how...

How is this gonna make me smarter than DeVoe?

'Ey! Again with DeVoe.

Why you so hung up on this mamalooch?

I think that DeVoe, for you, this is a guy

that has... well, he's like a leech

upon you, sucking and sucking

and sucking and sucking and sucking.

And all you are left with... is doubt.

I like that. Nature, red in tooth and claw.

You know, they say to understand a man's actions,

you got to understand his heart.

Oh, okay, question.

How do you understand the heart

of a deranged maniac?

That guy who must be Cisco makes a good point here.

Let's all close our eyes and...

take a moment and imagine that we are all sociopaths

- trying to conquer the world. - Ah, yes.

What is...

Oh, mais, Harry. Go on, allez.

Put yourself in DeVoe's shoes.

Close your eyes, Harry.

Now what do you see?

What do you smell?

How do you feel?

Dumb. Dumb.

This is not making me any smarter.

But aren't you smarter, Harry?

You must channel your aggression

into love.

I feel like you're mocking me.

Oh! An "I Feel" statement! Winner, winner.

All right, all right, all right, progress!

- On that note... - Wait, wait.

We're not done here, are we?

- Yeah, we're done, - Yeah, we're done.

- Oui, oui, c'est fini. - No, no, no.

- Nothing's fini. - Now, Harry...

You know what they say about all work and no play.

Leaves no time for making whoopee.

And there he goes.

Look, H.P., come on, we're not done.

- We haven't done anything. - Non, non, mon frère, désolé.

Parting, such sweet sorrow, but I must bid you adieu.

Harry from Earth-2, adieu.

'Ey, Harry, everything you need...

you got it right in there.

Remember, you're unbelievable.

Ramon, remind me again...

what's... what's another word for "huge"?

"Colossal."

Colossal. Great, thank you.

This... was a colossal waste of time!

Here we are.

This is where you kept your stash?

Well, I got something.

Some kind of substance on the lock pin.

Looks like they applied it to break the door open.

Young man, David Caruso's got nothing on you.

Thanks.

What is it?

Acid? Cyanide?

Oh, oh! Is it anthrax?

Hematoxic venom.

Oh, that grotty, manky, plug-ugly prat dare betray me?

I take it she knows who did this.

Yep, and so do you.

- Norvock. - And I guarantee

that snake for brains will suffer.

If Norvock thinks he can steal from me

and get away with it, he has got another thing coming.

I can't believe this is happening.

Satellite's not picking up any of your alnico metal

anywhere in the city. Norvock may be a moron,

but he's not stupid enough to keep

the stash out in the open.

- Hey, did you find anything? - Nope.

Norvock and the boxers weren't at the ring anymore.

Of course not!

Because you and your gang of heroes tipped him off

that something was up.

Have you expanded the satellite

beyond Central City?

- Yeah. - What about trying

- facial recognition? - Yes, of course.

And what about a geological scan

of the metal signature like last time

or having Cisco run another algorithm to check

the electromagnetic fields in the city?

Yes, Caitlin. I've done all that.

I've run all the tests.

Bit testy with that, Frost. Just...

We're doing everything we can, all right?

We're gonna find Norvock and the shards.

Caitlin.

Is this about her stolen shards...

or her tech?

What? What tech?

Amunet has splicer technology that she used

to split Killer Frost last year.

I was hoping to use it again to get Killer Frost

to come out, but...

it was hidden with her metal shards

in the storage container.

Why wouldn't you tell us that?

Because I made Amunet a deal.

If she helped me, Killer Frost would do

another job for her.

Well, that splicer tech isn't your only hope.

Yes, it is, Joe. I have tried everything

that I can think of to get Killer Frost to appear,

and that was my last shot.

So now she's gone for good.

Those weirdos with their feelings.

I'm done talking about my feelings.

What's your problem?

No, it just looked like you were gonna...

What is this? What are you doing?

I am cleaning up my work station

because I'm not gonna need it anymore since I'm not

getting my intelligence back.

You don't know that.

I don't know that? Oh, I don't know that?

Ramon, what's done is done.

You spent all this time bringing this council together

when your time should have been used helping the team.

I wasted your valuable time, and for that...

I apologize.

What are you... What?

- Spill some soup on me? - No, no, no.

It's just, that was... that was very real.

That was, like, a very... Very genuine apology.

Well, I meant it.

Well, I can tell. There's no snark.

You're not throwing anything.

You're right. I'm not. Hmm.

The council might not have helped your intelligence,

but I think they...

might have shown you a little...

empathy?

You know, DA Cecile Horton said

there's other ways to be intelligent.

Open your heart...

Open your mind.

But it's been so long since I've been concerned

for other people's feelings, though, you know?

You know what?

Maybe it is time I consider someone else's feelings.

Well, I feel...

- DeVoe. - DeVoe.

Right? Maybe the council had a point.

The best way for me to understand DeVoe...

put myself in his shoes.

Yeah.

Is that what you were gonna say?

No, I was gonna say DeVoe.

- Okay. - That makes sense.

- It does. - Yeah.

Hey, anything on Norvock?

No, but I do have an update on DeVoe.

It's my finished article.

Barry, look, I'm just as anxious as you are

about DeVoe, but I really think

that we need to arm the citizens with information,

- not shield them from it. - Iris, I'm just...

I'm trying to do what's best for the city

- and the team. - And look...

I think that telling the truth is what's best.

I mean, if we give them all of the facts to consider,

they will do the right thing.

But how can you be sure about that?

Look, Barry...

I can't deny that you've had a tough year with DeVoe, but...

his entire goal is to take information away from people.

If we don't publish this article,

we are no better than he is.

I just... this is...

I think it's too risky.

I know that's how you feel...

and I really want us to be on the same page.

So... it's your decision.

- Iris... - I just want you to remember

that The Flash is a beacon of hope

that the people have always put their faith in.

And now it's time for The Flash

to put his faith in the people.

Ah, there you are.

I couldn't help but notice your anger and hostility.

Thought your color was blue, not red.

Yes, I'm angry. I've been angry for weeks

and still no Killer Frost.

And now Norvock's ruined everything.

Oh, Caitie.

I hate to see you so torn up like this.

So I'm going to tell you something

that will cheer you up.

That splicer...

did not cure you.

- What? - Well, you...

You had come to me so broken...

so needy.

And so I put that piece of tech on your head, and,

poof, nothing!

It did not work on you.

So you decided to lie to me rather than tell me that?

Mm! But just because the splicer

didn't technically work doesn't mean

that the results were not the same.

How? That doesn't make any sense.

You're the doctor. You tell me.

It's a placebo.

You see?

It's been inside you the entire time.

Caitie, your power is unlike

anything I have ever seen before,

and no science kit or placebo

is going to explain why you...

Hmm.

A placebo...

A fake.

What are you talking about?

I know exactly where Norvock is.

We were surprised to get the call.

Shouldn't be. I'm running things now.

Amunet's gone.

But she did leave behind something very valuable.

30 times stronger than steel.

You can assemble them in any shape you like.

And best of all...

they're loaded with enough potential energy

to flatten a city.

- We know where Norvock is. - Just when I thought

I'd considered every option

for where Norvock might be skulking,

I remembered whenever the fuzz

used to be onto one of our deals,

I would plant a rumor that it was going down

at a false location.

Ah, a fake-out to keep "the fuzz" off your tracks.

- Mm! - So that's where we think

Norvock is, in the abandoned Reynolds substation.

Underground. That's why the shards weren't

- registering on the satellite. - All right, why don't

the three of us go get your shards?

Then we'll be armed and ready to take out DeVoe's satellites.

I'm coming too. I'll get the cold gun.

Oh, goody, a group foray.

Dibs on cashing in Norvock's chips.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- No killing. - That was not a stipulation

when I agreed to join this crew.

Okay, Amunet, look, I know how you usually work,

but I can handle this fast and without an casualties.

Okay. 'Tis a bit time-consuming

to remove blood from metal.

This deal's off. Those shards belong to Amunet.

Well, if that decrepit hag

didn't want them stolen, she shouldn't have told me

- where she hid them. - Decrepit?

That's a big word for such a small man.

Amunet, I've got this.

There are some things that a woman

just cannot delegate.

We agreed, no killing.

That'll make this next part easy.

Joe, the shards are in there. We can't let them get away.

Barry, what's going on?

Your vitals are going through the roof.

- Venom! - Like the venom

on Amunet's locker. I'm on it.

You are just as vile as that thing in your head.

Took a while to get this made.

Now you can't use those things against me anymore.

You always underestimated me.

Caitlin, get back! Over here!

- Iris... - Barry, there is no antidote

for meta-human venom that potent.

You're gonna have to phase through it now

before it gets to your heart.

I'm running out of ammo.

They'll hit me before I hit them with this.

Damn.

We've been looking at this from the wrong direction.

What... what are you doing?

Nice!

Hmph!

I've never understood your superpower.

Are you a man with a snake or a snake with a man?

Amunet! Don't kill him.

He's more than earned it.

It's not about him. It's about you.

Caitlin.

Amunet, there is a good part of you.

I truly believe that.

Fine.

But the snake has got to go.

Like Norvock, I must be on my way.

Amunet, no! Hey!

You leave, there's no way we can stop DeVoe's satellites.

She was never gonna help us.

She just wanted her metal.

Oh... truthfully, I did consider it.

I did. But a good player knows when to fold.

And the professor certainly has a better hand, so...

don't try to stop me.

After all, I am packing.

There is no where you can go that DeVoe's satellites

won't reach you. If you leave now,

you'll be mind melted just like the rest of us.

Good point.

Just for the record, this is not me helping.

It is entirely self-preservation.

Filled with shrapnel and bound with

my meta-human je ne sais quoi.

Pull a shard, throw it, it will deliver

one savage concussive blow.

But you only get one shot.

I know you won't waste it.

Go save the world, my darling.

And she's gone.

At least she didn't leave us empty-handed.

Eye snakes.

Why did it have to be eye snakes?

Trust me, man, it wasn't as cool as it sounds.

Guy's, I'm sorry I got so worked up with Amunet around.

- It's okay. - Yeah, and Amunet did give us

the alnico metal projectile bomb.

I still think it's our best bet at stopping DeVoe.

- We just need to figure out how to fire it. - Yeah.

Cisco, can you breach that thing?

Me? No way.

My energy field can't even reach outer space.

'Kay, well, we need to find

another solution, and we need to find it

before DeVoe launches those satellites.

Well, actually, thanks to Ramon

and the Council of Harrisons, we may have an idea

about why DeVoe has not yet launched his satellites.

He put himself in DeVoe's shoes.

And I thought, well, if I was this ultra-genius

moving around in a floating chair, how would I feel?

You'd feel nothing. You'd be sociopathic.

- Mm. - Right, but...

to me, I wouldn't consider myself sociopathic, right?

No, all my actions would be driven

by the one thing that I care most about, right?

- And... - So if you're not acting...

If I'm not acting, then I don't have

the one thing that I care most about...

my wife.

You guys need me to walk you through this? So this...

No, we... we get it, Harry.

It's kind of complicated, but okay,

I'll take you at your word.

Actually, that took a lot out of me.

I'm gonna go have a nap.

Well, we can work with that idea.

Yeah, I will fire up the satellite

and see if I can find Marlize.

And I'll start figuring out how to launch

this psychic dark matter-infused metal shrapnel bomb.

No big deal.

Joe, do you want to get a cup of coffee with me

before you go back to CCPD?

I could use some caffeine after today.

I know you don't get tired

of hearing it, but...

- you were right. - Well, not about Amunet.

She still betrayed us.

But she knew the truth about DeVoe, and...

she ultimately made a selfless decision

to help us by giving us the projectile.

And I do have faith in Central City, Iris.

Because I know that at the core of every citizen

of this city is... something good.

And I know they'll feel the same way

when they read your article.

Let's tell the team.

Are you sure you want to do this?

You want me to publish my article?

Without a doubt.

We're always stronger, better together.

Kiss me.

Thank you.

Ah-ah, this one's on me. I insist.

Nice. What'd I do to deserve that?

That's for giving me the advice I needed

even when I didn't want to hear it.

Well, when you raise kids, you get used to giving advice.

So I was convinced

that that splicer technology was the key

to getting Killer Frost back.

But I was wrong.

The splicer was just a placebo,

and it tricked me into manifesting

those somatic results that I wanted.

- You learned that from Amunet? - Mm-hmm.

I thought the answer was in science,

but it was never gonna be there.

- So what now? - I'm gonna take your advice.

I'm gonna look in a completely different direction.

The key to finding Killer Frost is not out there.

It's in here.

Mm.

- Iris, what's happening? - Barry?

- What? - It's the city.

- What? - I posted my article,

and they're responding.

What do you mean? They believed you?

More than that. They want to help. Look.

This guy says he saw DeVoe on 5th and Knoll two days ago.

Yeah, and another guy on Crescent and 10th.

This is great.

Iris, this means DeVoe can't hide from us anymore.

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