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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 when my daughter came back
from the future to help,

she changed the present...

and now our world
is more dangerous than ever.

And I'm the only one
fast enough to save it.

I am the Flash.

Previously on "The Flash"...

Who is your accomplice, Nora?

The cure's finished,
and it works.

What do you do?
Trust me.

You wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

We made an arrangement.

We cure him and then Grace.

That is a new timeline
struggling to break through.

Something big is coming.

What's going on?

Please!

If Cicada doesn't exist anymore,

who was that?

I've missed you, Uncle Orlin.

Something went wrong.

We got Dwyer.
We gave him the cure.

This should all be over.

But another Cicada showed up,

took Dwyer and the dagger.

Thawne!
Did you hear what I said?

Another Cicada showed up.

I know.

I know.

Who is that?

I have no idea.

You said manipulating
the timeline would stop Cicada.

You said you knew
what you were doing!

I know what I said.

I was very wrong.

What do we do?
What do we do now?

I can't help you anymore...

little runner.

What?

You have to help me.

It's too late.

No.

There's gotta be something
we can do.

You... you have to help!

There is only one thing
left to do.

Tell your father.

You tell your father everything.

Your lung's healing.

It'll take a while
for you to get

the rest of your strength back,

but don't worry.

I'll take care of you.

Like you took care of me.

Who are you?

Grace?

Hi, Uncle Orlin.

But you were...

A ten-year-old girl in a coma?

Eventually, that girl
at the hospital wakes up.

She grows older,

and she becomes me.

You're from the future,
like Flash's daughter.

I came back here
to work with you again.

And I remember everything
you taught me, Uncle Orlin.

Now, get some rest.

Wait.

Where are we?

No one will find you
while I'm gone.

There's noodles in the pantry
if you're hungry.

And ice cream.

Where are you going?

To take care
of something important.

When I get back...

We're gonna figure out
how you get your powers back.

And Dr. Ambres never talked
about her relationship

with Orlin Dwyer?

She never really talked
about anything.

After her fiancé died,
she wasn't quite the same.

How so?

Angry. Withdrawn.

Only time she seemed happy

was when she was with that girl
in the coma.

Can you think of anything
that might help us find Dwyer?

I'm sorry, Detective.

Okay, if you come up
with anything,

would you give me
a call, please?

Thank you.

Somebody's gotta know something.

Everyone we've talked to
is telling the truth.

I think Ambres was the only one
working with Dwyer.

Well, look, we'll pore over
the files at CCPD.

Maybe we missed something.

We'll let you know if we come
up with anything, all right?

You okay?

I just, uh...

don't know what to do.

Yeah, me neither.

We've hit walls before, though.

We'll figure it out.

All right.

Nora West-Allen,
let's see what we have here.

Boring. Boring. Boring.

Banality. Boring. Boring.

Come on.

I know you're working
with someone, but no names.

Clever girl.

Hey.

Cortex isn't gonna
clean itself, you know.

Oh, nice table.
Liking the new digs.

Well, technically,
they're old digs,

but I guess there is an upside
to remodeling after an attack.

Did you guys find anything?

Well, I put out an article,

but none of my readers
have seen Dwyer

or this new Cicada.

I talked to Earl Cox,
all my contacts... nothing.

How long till the satellite
can scan for dark matter?

How about now?

Well, if this new Cicada

even has traceable dark matter.

I mean, we've seen
Cicada numéro deux do things

that we've not seen
before, right?

Yeah, I mean,
he can dampen powers,

he can control the dagger
just like Dwyer,

but it's... I don't know,
it's also like...

Like he could take control
of us.

Let's hope Caitlin
can figure that out

at the Tannhauser site

while we figure out where he is.

We got a Starchives asset
in Kolins Woods.

Starchives? What is this?

Well, it's a place
where we house

everything Flash related...
Prototypes, super suits...

I mean,
everything since day one.

Okay, and the alarm
is going off because...

Because somebody just stole
something from us.

Something really, really,
not good.

You guys at the Starchives yet?

We just got here.

No sign of forced entry.

Or overhead lighting,
apparently.

Pretty sure that's a vacuum.

Okay, keep looking!

Remind me again
what we're looking for?

Uh, it's like a huge
round glass bubble.

You mean like that?

- Yeah...
- We found it!

Thawne's Time Sphere?
Are you sure?

What do you mean "am I sure?"

Pretty sure.
I'm looking right at it, why?

'Cause we're looking
right at it too.

So it's here
and in the Starchives

at the same time?

Somebody stole the plans
and made a duplicate?

Not exactly.

Guys, cue up
OPERATION: Shazam.

Ready.

One scratch
on two different Time Spheres.

Or one scratch
on one Time Sphere.

That's impossible...
unless...

Unless it's the same one.

It is the same one.

This is our Time Sphere.

Which shows up here
at the same time

that someone who looks like
Cicada kidnaps Orlin Dwyer.

It's not a coincidence.

So whoever kidnapped Dwyer...

Is the Cicada from the future.

You move, I shoot.

That was dumb.

It was him, wasn't it?

The other Cicada.

Guy didn't know what hit him.

You said he was after
a cold case file?

Are any of them digitized?
Not yet.

But the only way
to figure out what's missing

is to see what's still here.

I mean...

I could help with that.

All right, everybody.
Clear out.

CSI needs this scene.

Hey, by the way,

this might not be our only lead.

Do you remember that Time Sphere

that we built for Thawne?

That big hamster ball thing?

Someone stole one
in the future to come here.

For what, our...
Our Cicada copycat?

It makes sense.

I can't even believe
I just said that.

Okay, son, you're on.

Yup.

Okay, I went through everything.

There was indeed
one file missing.

And it's... thank you...
It is from 2017.

That's it.

All right, I'll do some digging,

see why this was so important,

they had to cut a hole
in the wall.

I'll help.
Yeah.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

I mean, this is a big deal.

Like, "not Penny's boat"
kind of big deal.

Okay.

Kamilla Hwang,
you and I are officially...

"In a Relationship."

Social media official!
What!

Yeah.

Larry, my usual.

It's Jason.

Ralph!
What's, um...

What are you doing here?

Same as you...
Taking a break

from saving the old world.

Um...
Look at you two.

Young love.

So, uh, K-Dawg,
when you gonna meet the group?

Uh, the group?

Yeah, the squad, the team.
The gang.

Uh, hey, we're actually
in the middle of a date here.

Actually, we're at the end
of a date, babe.

I have that gig.
Oh, right.

Your Easter thing.
You have to go.

She has to go.
Oh, uh, Cisco?

I'm supposed to tell you that
Barry wanted to talk to you.

Probably could've texted that.

Yeah, probably.

Okay, well, Easter Bunny photos

aren't gonna take themselves.

It's kind of
a bottom-of-the-barrel

photography gig,

but gotta start somewhere,
right?

Totally.
Anywhere but here.

Why don't I walk you out?
Oh, okay.

Damn it, Larry!

Still Jason!

Voilà, voilà, voilà.

Let's see what we have here.

Thawne's Time Sphere.

What are you doing, Sherloque?

Well, I'm pursuing a new lead

to identify the mystery Cicada.

Well, if you needed information

about the Time Sphere,
you could've just asked.

That's right,
but memory can be deceiving.

Especially for a regular human.

No, I prefer a primary source.

And this new lead,

were you pursuing it
last night too?

That's right.
And all last weekend?

That's right.

I am working very hard to get...

to get what I want.

Joe traced the file
that our new Cicada took.

There was a meta attack here
two years ago.

Two people died,
and the meta was never ID'd.

So this new Cicada
might be going after this meta?

Well...
Okay.

What do I vibe?

Well, we're not exactly sure.

All the street cameras were
destroyed by the explosion.

The original ATM was too
fried to recover any data.

For real?
Yeah.

Well, I'm out.

I can't vibe a crime scene
that does not exist.

Literally does not exist.

I mean, even this ATM
is, like, brand-spanking-new.

But this concrete isn't.

It still has scorch marks on it.

Hold this.

Sweetie!
You forgot your ATM card.

What'd you see?

The victims.

They were
Grace Gibbons' parents.

In Grace's mindscape,
she saw herself as Cicada.

And another Cicada shows up
targeting her parents' killer.

It has to be her.

The new Cicada is Grace Gibbons.

From the future.

Time travel sucks.

Grace, what's wrong?

Look at this.

It's your parents' murder file?

Do you see what they did?

Nothing!

Three witnesses saw a woman

in a hoodie leave the scene,
but did Central City's finest

put out a search party
or an APB?

No. They thought it sounded
like a job for the Flash.

Look at this debris
from the scene.

Looks like a chemical burn.

It's not a chemical burn.

It's charred
dark matter residue.

We can track the meta
who left it.

How?

I can't track
an exact real time location,

but I can get close.

Found her.

Grace, what are you doing?

In the time I'm from,
their plague spreads

across the world,
unchecked, unabated.

But now that I'm here with you,

we can change that.

And the mission can succeed.

What mission?

Ours.

To kill every last meta-human.

Starting with the rat bastard
who killed my parents.

So, Cicada II is really
Grace from the future,

and she's trying to get revenge
on the meta

that murdered her parents
and that killer meta is here?

Cisco saw the last PIN
that was entered into the ATM.

The card belongs
to Vickie and John Bolen.

We already went by their house,

and a neighbor said
they were having a party here.

Um, I think this is them.

Excuse me, sir?

Detective Joe West,
we're from CCPD.

Are you Mr. John Bolen?

I am.
How can I help you?

What's going on? Oh.

Sorry to be rude,

but we're in the middle
of a party.

This won't take long.
Um...

Do you remember using an ATM
on Kingswell and 42nd

around May 4th, 2017?

There was an explosion that day.

We think a meta-human
might have been involved.

Hon, why don't you and Alice
start gathering

the kids for a team photo?

I'll talk to the nice officers.

Okay.

I can't believe you found me
after all this time.

We'd just like to know
what happened that day.

Did you blow up that ATM?

I-it all happened so fast.

I touched the machine,

and it was like
something turned on in me.

You hyper-accelerated
the molecules in the ATM,

causing a violent
chain reaction.

I just know I saw sparks
and ran.

Then I heard this explosion

and money was flying everywhere.

It looked like I was trying
to rob the bank.

I was too afraid to go back.

At least no one got hurt.

Mrs. Bolen,
we have reason to believe

a killer is targeting you.

Why?

It's because
of your... abilities.

Listen, we'd like to put you
in federal protection

to keep your family safe.

And what would I tell
my husband?

Or my daughter?

"Hey, sorry, Mommy has powers."

We all have to leave
our lives behind.

They don't know
about your powers?

Of course not.
No one does.

You think I'm proud of this?

I think they have a right
to know the truth.

They're your family.

And who the hell
do you think you are,

telling me what to do?

We're not going anywhere.

That's final.

Please leave.

She's not safe.
We're staying put.

I got your text.
What's the emergency?

Okay.
Listen to me very carefully.

I took a break from
serial killer kidnapper madness

to do something awesome.

So I decided
on a new career path.

Photography was always
my passion,

and I figured why not
make it my job?

These are great, Kamilla.

I Peter Parker'd her.

Dibs, sidebar.

Sidebar?

Sidebar, now!

You have, uh...
Peter Parker'd her.

Yeah, I mean,
Kamilla is a great photographer

and I thought she could start
taking some pictures for Iris,

and then maybe she'd start
to come around S.T.A.R. Labs.

I don't know, if we're lucky,
get bitten

by something radioactive.

Become, like, a Spider-Person.

So, while you thought,
did it occur to you

that no one asked you
to do this?

You don't think she'd make
a good Spider-Person?

You listen to me
and you listen good,

you turkey on stilts.

It is not your job

to get my girlfriend
on the team!

Hey, guys.
Hey, you two!

You guys are getting along
in there, I see that.

What's going on?

Your friend Iris was actually

just giving me
a photography gig.

Well, it's small,
but Kamilla has agreed to shoot

the Fairway parade
for the "Citizen" this weekend.

Shut the front door.

That is unbelievable.

Congrats.
That's amazing.

Hey, why don't you and I go,
uh, drink and celebrate?

Oh, sure.
Um, I will text you later.

Yes, that sounds great.
Thank you.

You ready?
Yeah.

Well, well, well.

Bonjour, Eobard Thawne.

If I am Eobard Thawne,

what kind of man am I?

Patient, right?

Master of science.

But also...

A master of...

Subterfuge.

Because not only...

am I...

Eobard Thawne,

but I'm also...

Dr. Harrison Wells.

And that man...

that man would keep
his secrets...

close.

What have we here?

Well, well, well.

Bonjour.

How could Vickie not know
she killed two people?

There was a time in Central City

where not all meta attacks
were public knowledge.

Why not?
I mean, people should know...

Former Mayor Bellows...

tried to keep certain things
out of the media.

Said he didn't want
to create a panic.

Turns out he had metas
on the payroll.

Didn't want the heat.

That's Cecile.
I'll be right back.

Hey.

You were wrong, you know.

About what?

About Vickie not wanting
to tell her family

about her abilities.

It's her choice
not to tell them.

Look, keeping a secret like that

from her family is...
It's dangerous.

I mean, they might get hurt
or worse.

She's just trying
to protect them.

I get that, I do, but...

I-I used to think that keeping
secrets from people

for their own good
was a noble decision,

that it would protect them.

But when you do that,
you just rob those people

from making their own decisions.

I even did it with you.

Like when you didn't want
to take me to your past.

Mm-hmm.

I didn't want you to see
how painful

things got for me as the Flash

or how bad things got
for your mom.

But secrets
are like walls, and...

you can't really know someone
with walls between you.

Ah!

Hey!

Hey. Are you okay?

I must have connected
to Grace's mind.

She's coming.

Grace is coming.

I don't see Cicada anywhere.
Do you?

It's the Flash!

Mom, you got Flash and XS
cosplayers for the party?

Yes, I am the Flash!
And I love...

Soccer, do you guys love soccer?

Do you want to...
Yeah, or... awesome!

Come with me!

Here, let's play some soccer
over here.

This way. This way.
Come on, come on, come on.

Help me with the kids.
Come on, come on!

Far away from there.

What's going on?
Cicada is coming here.

What?
Now.

We can move everyone else
out of here,

but you and your family
have to come with me.

All right.

Murderer.
Grace, stop.

She's innocent.
It was an accident.

There are no accidents, Nora.

Vickie?

We have to help Mom.
Alice!

Alice, no!

Alice!

My speed's back.

We need to get them out of here.

I'll find you.

I can't believe

that little girl in there

grows up to be
a time-traveling serial killer.

Why can't we just wake her up
right now?

We tried before.
It didn't work.

What about the meta cure
y'all cooked up?

We'd need Grace's consent.

Besides, Caitlin says
that her condition

is too fragile to even try.

And I'm assuming that destroying

the time-traveling hamster ball,

that messes up the timeline?

Yeah, it would probably
just make things even worse.

Oh, God!
Whoa, what's wrong?

Her mind.

It's exactly the same
as the Cicada

that attacked us
at S.T.A.R. Labs.

Oh, my God, it's filled
with nothing but hatred.

Nora found out
when she went into Grace's mind

that Grace could hear Dwyer,
even in her coma...

His anger, his rage.

She was listening.

She can carry out his words.

Uh, hey, guys.

Uh, Alice is back from the OR
and she's okay,

but her parents are really not.

Vickie, I asked you to leave!

She's my daughter.

No. I want my dad.

Can't you see
that she's terrified of you?

She could've been killed!

I was trying
to protect you guys.

By lying?
You're a meta, Vickie!

A human time bomb!
How do you keep that from us?

Mr. Bolen...
let's take a breath.

Let's step outside.

Hey, we did the right thing.

We kept this family safe.

Then why does it feel like

we made everything
so much worse?

Need any help with that, uh...

Nope.

Unless you came here
to break something,

in which case
you'd be the perfect candidate.

I deserve that.

Never should've interfered
with Kamilla.

Sometimes, I forget how...

embarrassing I can be.

I'm not embarrassed by you,
and I'm not embarrassed

by anyone on Team Flash.

You guys are my family.
You're not the problem.

This is the problem.
This is the problem.

Kamilla is blissfully unaware

of any of the madness
that goes on in S.T.A.R. Labs,

or that we routinely save
the city from evil metas.

Or that you have
a secret identity

and dress up in leather
and go all pew-pew!

Especially the leather.

She and I, we got a good thing.

And being with somebody
has never felt so...

so easy.

And when I'm with her, for once,

I just feel like a normal dude,

with a normal life

and a social-media-official
girlfriend,

who happens to be
a very talented photographer

and not... a Spider-Person.

It's... that's amazing, man.
It really is.

And I promise
that I will respect that.

But I gotta ask,
how long do you think

you can keep
those two worlds separate?

Look... my mom dated
this guy, Craig,

and Craig was a tax accountant
and a freelance bull rider.

Never let one world
know about the other,

and... it just tore him up.

More than those bulls ever did.

Mm.
I should definitely be working.

Look, the thing is,
I get why you're afraid

of losing what you have
with Kamilla,

but if you keep her out
of this world...

it seems to me
that you're always

gonna be turning off
a part of yourself.

That's not right.

And if Craig hadn't
been crushed to death

by that huge filing cabinet...

I know he'd feel the same way.

I didn't get her.

Well, maybe that's a good thing,

'cause I've read this file
and it doesn't make sense.

Grace, there was no money
taken from the crime scene.

I think what happened
to your mom and dad

might've been an accident.

She killed my parents,
Uncle Orlin!

It wasn't an accident!

You sound like them.

Why do you sound like them?

Grace, your head.

We gotta get you to Dr. Ambres.

She'll know how to help.

She's not helping anyone.
Not anymore.

Why not?

I killed her.

But Dr. Ambres
saved your life.

And destroyed yours.

You had a gift.

An unbreakable weapon that fell
from the sky for you to use.

For you to control.

And she took that power
away from you.

No, Grace.

I wanted that cure.

And I wanted you to have it too.

No. No, that's impossible.

We were supposed to
do this together.

Grace, I just wanted you
to be happy.

That's all I ever wanted.

I love you, Grace.
You're my family.

And you'd do anything
to save me, right?

I know what I have to do.

Grace, stop.

Grace, stop!
Grace, please!

Good evening, Dr. Wells.

Bonjour, Gideon.

I believe I have something
that belongs...

right here.

Video log, entry 247.

I have long struggled

with time's insistence
on change.

One variable changes
the timeline.

Our memories are changed too,
without any knowledge

of time's other possibilities,
but not anymore.

Where he is going with this?

Just as the human body
is made up of DNA,

so, too, is the multiverse
made up

of its own unique source code.

Hmm.
One that cannot be altered.

No matter what timeline
you're in.

Until now,

because I have cracked
that code.

Oh.

And so the timeline,
it can be malleable,

but my knowledge...

will be intractable.

Gideon, freeze video log.

Capture the clear board.

Run against handwriting sample
number two.

The journal of Nora West-Allen.

Analysis complete...
Handwriting match

for Harrison Wells confirmed.

Will that be all, Dr. Wells?

Yes, Gideon.

That will be all.

And that's why I didn't tell
you about my powers.

I thought it would be
too hard for you.

But you're tough.

Tougher than I've ever been.

So maybe you can be tough
for me too?

They're a good family.

Told you they'd figure it out.

Dad...

I need to tell you something.

Ah!
Oh, baby, what's wrong?

Grace's mind.

Oh, it's getting
so much stronger.

She's here.

Are you okay?

Vickie Bolen!

Give yourself over to me,

or your husband dies.

This Cicada doesn't care
if someone's a meta or not.

She'll kill anyone
who stands in her way.

XS, get her out of here

before Cicada tries that again.

Do not slow down.

Detective, we need to get her
somewhere safe.

Mom?

I'm not leaving without Alice.

You're the target,
Mrs. Bolen.

She's safer without you.

Come on, now, let's go.

Come on, sweetie,
let's get you somewhere safe.

XS, go!

What do you got?
Well, we have a situation.

Or two, actually.

So that's the new Cicada,

and that's the dagger
chasing Nora and Ms. Bolen.

Guys, I need help!
Time to move.

Grace.

Let him go.

I know you want revenge
for your parents, but...

But it wasn't
that woman's fault.

That doesn't change
that they're dead.

Or that I became this.

We can help you.
With your cure?

There's only one cure
for this, Flash.

Death.

Guys, I can't keep this up.

Nora, you need to hang on
for a little bit longer.

You're gonna turn on...
The alleyway on Fuller.

The alleyway on Fuller.
Be ready.

For what?

Ooh, I am not loving that.
Nope.

Guys, we need you two
at the hospital.

Let's go.

What the hell was that?
Cisco, what happened?

I don't know.

Something's wrong
with my breach.

We can't get through it!

I've always wanted
to be up against the Flash

and his legendary team.

I guess I wasn't missing out
on anything after all.

Grace!

Don't do this.

Please.

This isn't the way to make
the world a better place.

You hated them.

I heard you.

I was wrong.

And that hate turned into
something even worse.

It was wrong to make you
feel that way, Gracie.

But you don't have to go down
the same path I did.

You don't have to hold on
to this... this anger.

Let it go.

But my parents.

It was an accident.

Let it go.

Before it's too late,
like it is for me.

You're right, Uncle Orlin.

Um...

No!

It is too late.

Ah!

Hey, hey, hey.

Save my Grace.

I can't believe
she killed Dwyer.

Yeah, as brutal as Dwyer was,

his love for his niece
always kept him

from crossing certain lines.

Not Grace.

No, and her powers
are incredibly dangerous.

I ran some tests while I was at
the Tannhauser offsite...

Her dark matter has some sort
of binding quality.

It allows her
to telekinetically manipulate

dark matter
within a certain proximity.

Including the dark matter in us?

I think so.

I think what makes her powers
different from Dwyer's

is that they came
from a wound in her head.

That's why
she's so much stronger.

How was Nora able to see
what Grace was seeing?

Nora and Grace seem to be
psychically connected.

I think it's because
of the time that Nora spent

in Grace's brain.

Is there any sign of her?
No.

She definitely ghosted.

What about Vickie
and her family?

Uh, federal protection.
They're gonna be fine.

They're getting new identities
as we speak.

I don't know about anyone else,

but I could use a drink.

Not a bad idea.
Yeah, I'm in.

You want me to call a sitter?
Yeah.

Cisco, you want
to bring Kamilla?

Not for this one.

Nora, you coming?

Nora.

You want to tell us something,
don't you?

She wants to tell you
her secret.

Right?

She doesn't know where to start.

Difficult to know where to begin

when your secret
threatens everything,

everyone around you.

Sherloque, stop it.

Maybe start at the beginning.

It's a very good place to start.

When you first time-traveled.

So careful to leave
the lightest footprint.

Until you suddenly change course

and brazenly interfere
with the Thinker satellite

as it crashed to Earth.

I think to myself, "Nope, nope.

This excessive action
doesn't make sense."

Until you understand that...

it wasn't your idea.

Please stop.

Someone instructed you to do it.

Stop.
Someone...

whose handwriting
is in your journal.

Someone who wrote,
"The timeline is malleable."

Same person who's been
directing you all this time,

making puppets of all of us

as he seeks
to alter the timeline

to suit his own purpose.

Eobard Thawne.

The Reverse-Flash.
Your teacher.

Your partner.

Your secret.

Nora?

Please tell us this isn't true.

She can't.

Dad...
Because it is true.

Mom?

I wanted to tell you.

I-I tried to tell you.

Dad.

Dad, please!

Dad!

I'm sorry I lied to you!

So am I.

Dad...