Impulsive Excessive Disorder (2022) - full transcript

[serene music]

- I now pronounce you
husband and wife...

- [laughs]
- Again.

- [laughs]

♪

[laughter]

- You know, even though
future-you told us

about your vow renewals,
like a million times,

I still got pretty weepy.
- Me too.

I mean, the love in this room
when you two kissed...

- We have such an amazing
future ahead of us.



- Yeah,
if we didn't change it.

- I checked with Gideon.
No changes to the timeline.

Everything's fine.

- [sighs] Well, on that note,

we should be getting back
to 2049 sooner or later.

- Yep.
- Keep the future safe.

You're both
gonna make great heroes.

- I already am.
[laughter]

- I'm gonna make you proud,
Dad.

♪

- I know.

Love you both.

♪

[suspenseful music]



♪

- Okay.

Everything seems the same.

- It was so good to see
Uncle Jay and Aunt Joan again.

[dramatic music]

Is it weird that seeing
Uncle Jay alive

just made me miss him more?

[rumbling and booming]

♪

What was that?

- I-I have no idea.

[door clicking]

- Okay, kids.
I come bearing cheeseburgers.

♪

Who's hungry?

- Uncle Jay.

- You were expecting
someone else?

[chuckles]
Bart?

Are you okay, son?

Oh!
Oh, oh.

Okay...

- We just...
we just missed you so much!

- Aw.

[heroic music]

♪

- [whispering]
He's alive.

Uncle Jay's alive.

Our Uncle Jay is really--

Did we do this?
Yeah, we did, didn't we?

[laughs]
Oh, this is so crash.

- Crash? No.
No, not crash--

the opposite of crash.

That was a temporal wave
that washed over us, okay?

That means that when we went
back to help Mom and Dad

stop the Godspeed War,
we changed the future!

- Kill the adversary
and his allies.

- Yeah, but in a good way.

- Well, yeah, totally.
But we have to figure out why

the changes happened.

- So are, um, Mom and Pops

gonna be swingin' by
anytime soon?

- Aren't they in Milan
for their anniversary

at La Verità Rustica?

- Right.
- Yeah.

- Yes, the anniversary
of their wedding vow renewal.

Hmm?

Um, but the rest of Team Flash

can pop by right?

- Well, they're all
kind of busy,

which you already know.

Now, why the third degree?

- Oh--

- Oh, nothing.
- Yeah!

- We're fine.
Bart's fine.

I'm fine.
Fine, fine, fine.

[laughs]
- Yeah, thanks to your brother.

When that psychopath
Godspeed came for me

a few months ago,
I thought my race

might be finally finished.

But then Impulse
saved the day--

Prevented Godspeed from
destroying our total reality.

Just like your dad always does.

That's how I know you'll make
a great Flash one day, Bart.

♪

[electronic whirring]

Oh, Aunt Rose...

sends her love.

Her botany club's
running late again.

- Who's Aunt Rose?
[chuckles nervously]

- Rose.

My wife.

[laughs] What is up
with you two tonight?

♪

- So that's how we did this?

- Yeah, when we chased
Godspeed through time

using the cosmic treadmill.

Only, it wasn't built
to handle the energy

of three speedsters at once.

Our tachyon energies must have

caused massive
temporal fissures.

[sighs]

Oh, this is why Dad
has time-travel rules.

According to this, Uncle Jay
never married Aunt Joan.

[gasps]

Oh my God.

We erased her.

[gasping]
We erased her!

My gauntlet just confirmed it.

- Is--is that part of those
fissures that--

that we caused?

I'm sorry.
How far back does it go?

How many are there?
Can we fix them?

- Wait--

voice down.

[sighs]

Okay, we work backwards

identifying everything new
to the timeline,

figure out where things
first started changing,

and put them back
where they're supposed to be.

Okay.

"Corrupt Mayor Bellows Jr..."
farther back...

"Trickster Invades Tibet..."
farther back...

Who's Booster Gold?
- Keep going.

"Zoom attacks CCPD Chief
of Police Joe West."

Grandpa Joe wasn't chief then,
right?

- But he is
in this new timeline.

- When did he get promoted?

- There are no time fissures
before that...

this is where
the change happened,

and it altered everything
that follows like dominoes.

- Okay, "Detective Joe West
heroically took a bullet

"during a jewelry theft
the afternoon

of December 31, 2013."

- And Dad couldn't help him,
because he was still in a coma.

- You thinking
what I'm thinking?

- If we save Grandpa Joe
from getting shot,

things will return to normal...

and we get Aunt Joan back.

- New Year's Eve 2013,
here we come.

[thunder booms]

♪

-What the hell
are you wearing?

- Something sexy.
[chuckles]

It's smart.
I'm incognito.

- Dude, it's 2013, not 1913.

- Oh, look.

There's Grandpa Joe.

- Oh.

- I...I haven't done this
in a long time.

What am I supposed to say?

- Breathe, Detective.

You got this.
- Mm-hmm.

Mm.

♪

- Hey, Counselor Horton.
How are you?

- I am crappy, Detective West.

So if you don't mind,
I'm just gonna--

- Yeah.
Sorry, um,

we are celebrating
New Year's here, and--

- Oh, God. Okay.
I'ma stop you right there.

Um, two things:

one, I have a ton of paperwork

back on my desk
at the DA's office,

and two--this one's important;
pay attention--

all men are jerks.

No offense.

- None taken.
- Great.

Happy New Year.

- Damn...

♪

- Sorry, Detective.

Then again, her divorce
just finalized last week.

- That wasn't worth mentioning?

- I was gonna,
but it just seems like

you two would make
such a great pair.

- Is today the day that
Grandpa Joe and Grammy Cecile

start dating?
- No.

I mean,
I don't think that it is.

- Okay, good 'cause stopping
Grandpa Joe from getting shot

is enough fixing for one day.

- Okay, remember
what we learned in 2049.

We have to stop
what happens today,

and we cannot interact
with anyone

who's connected to our
family while we are doing it.

- Relax.

No one's gonna find out
who we are or why we're here.

- Who are you two,
and why are you here?

♪

- Well?

How about it?
- Yes, of course.

Here you go, Detective.

Nora Moy and Bart Waid.

We're intern CSIs.
We're here to help out,

because we heard that
one of your CSIs is, um...

both: under the weather.

- So I think that's it--
just crime fighters,

couple of crime fighters with,
uh, science.

- [laughs]
Sorry.

It's been tense here since
the accident at S.T.A.R. Labs.

My new partner
barely speaks to me.

- Get him a cup of coffee.

I find that java
really brings people together.

- Yeah.

- That is a great idea.

I wanna buy the entire bullpen
coffee from the cart outside.

- Aw.

- Take their orders.
It's on me.

Maybe this will help
break the ice.

- [stammering]
Detective, we have, uh,

so much science
to get done today.

So I don't know that we're
gonna be able to, um...

it's a lot.
- Oh, we do have science.

But we are more than happy
to help out,

and we will be back in a flash,
Detective.

- Can you leave
Detective West's and mine

on our desks while we're out?

Thanks a lot, guys.

- The guy. That's--
Tha-tha-that's the guy.

That's the guy that sacrificed
himself to stop Eobard Thawne,

Mom's old fiancé.

- Yes, it is.
- Ow.

- And now we are
his coffee gophers

when we're supposed
to be looking out

for Grandpa Joe.

♪

- [groans]
This is ridiculous.

Can I not just use my
superspeed instead, please?

- What part of
"don't change the timeline"

do you not understand?

Bart, unless we are
absolutely, 100% certain

that it won't make things
worse, we can't use our speed.

- But...

- Bart.

I need you
to focus on the plan.

I have my gauntlet set
to alert us as soon as

the jewel robbery goes down,
okay?

That is where
Grandpa Joe will be.

- Right, and then we zoop in,
and we save the day.

That's fantastic.
But you do realize

that every second
that we're standing here,

Grandpa Joe could be getting
shot like now.

Or now.
Or right now.

You see what I'm--
- Holy crap! Stop!

- No, because Grandpa Joe's
safety is on the line,

and I need coffee now!
Oh! I'm so sorry.

I didn't see you.
- It's called

inattentional blindness.

It's a phenomenon
when an individual--

[serene music]

- Hey.
- [giggles]

- [laughing] Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm Bart, and you're...

studying temporal dynami--
how do you know so much

about quantum divergence?

- Oh, now, that's a surprise.

Tell you what,
can you keep a secret?

- Oh, yeah, definitely.

- I'm from the future.

- No way! Me too!
What year?

- Dude,
I'm totally messing with you.

[laughs]
Time travel is impossible.

- [laughs]
Right, yeah, you got me.

But it is possible though...
mathematically,

if I'm reading the title
of your thesis correctly.

- Yeah, I'm trying to prove
that Tolman's paradox

can give rise
to quantum superposition,

and that tachyon exchanges
between two particles

can generate superposition
and entangle molecular pairs.

Of course,
it's the causal paradox

I'm still trying to solve.

[electric whirring]

- Oh my God.

You're like the Elon Musk
of your generation.

- Yeah,
I'm pretty sure Elon Musk

is my generation's Elon Musk.

- Well, I mean--
- I'm Avery.

- And I'm Nora, his sister.

And we should really go.
We have--we have that thing.

- Yeah, right.
Yeah! We have that, um--

Avery, your research
is bleeding-edge impressive.

- Can you tell that to my boss
at Fast Track Labs?

Just once, I'd like
to help her in research

instead of running for coffee,
but, uh, the intern life.

- Oh, you know,
I'm an intern too!

- No way!
- Yeah!

- Actually, we both are.

We both are interns,
and we should really go now.

That call we were waiting for?
- Yes.

- It just came in.
- Oh, that one.

Um, yeah, it was
really crash meeting you.

- Is that a good thing?
If it's a good thing,

and you wanna run
into me again,

I make a coffee run
every afternoon.

- Okay, that's good to know.
Nice to meet you!

- [stammering]
Oh, this is you--bye.

- Thank you.
Bye. Bye.

Ba--
[clears throat]

[alarm ringing]

[tires squealing]

[alarm ringing]

- You watch the back entrance.
I'll watch the front.

- Backup's en route.

♪

- Drop your weapon!
- Ah! Freeze!

I--this is a real gun

with real bullets inside.

- Kid, have you ever
even held a gun before?

- Yes.
This isn't my first heist.

- Listen, most thieves don't
wear what they just stole.

[quirky music]

- Yeah, I forgot a bag,
all right?

Hey, listen. I'm only taking
the ethically-sourced

conflict-free diamonds.

No blood diamonds for me.
No, sir.

- Listen.
Lower your weapon

before you have an accident.

- Why don't you
lower your weapon?

Yow!

- Stop!

If Grandpa Joe was never
supposed to be here,

then the gun was never
supposed to fire at all.

We can't cause
another temporal flux.

- Oh great, you're just now
mentioning that.

- Well, I tried to when
we were in the coffee line,

but someone
was too busy flirting.

- What do we do?
- Okay, um,

we need to examine
our variables,

and we need to form a plan.

First, we need to consider--

- Oh my God, I got this.

[heroic music]

♪

- [yelps]

I am so sorry.

Those things are way heavier
than they look in the movies.

- Turn around.
Hands behind your back.

Hands behind your back!
- That was an accident.

- Behind your back!

- I heard a shot.
Are you--

- I'm fine, Detective.

- You must have
a guardian angel.

[sirens wailing]
[tires squealing]

- Aw, you shouldn't
have done that.

- What? So I moved Grandpa Joe
instead of the bullet.

What's the big deal?
- This.

Look, now more temporal
particles are in flux.

Bart,
you made everything worse.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[air whooshing]

[ominous voices
speaking indistinctly]

- [echoing] I don't get it.

It wasn't even
a meta-human with powers.

- Now more metas are gonna be
turning up everywhere

now that the Particle
Accelerator exploded.

- Meta-human.

Then I'm not alone.

♪

- Bart.

The whole timeline's in flux.

You might have changed
the future even more now.

- What did I do?
I saved Grandpa.

- By moving Grandpa Joe
instead of moving the bullet,

you created a new series
of events,

changing the timeline.

It's what I would've warned you
about if you hadn't rushed in.

- Okay, okay.
Why don't we just go back

in time 15 minutes,
and see for ourselves

what we did wrong?
- Oh, okay.

So you wanna fix our
time-travel screwups

by traveling back in time.

Again!

- Well,
when you say it like that...

- Actually, there is a way
to observe the past

without altering it.

I bet you
that's the flash drive

with the surveillance footage
from the shooting.

All we have to do is watch it.

- And see what went wrong.

- Mm-hmm. Okay.

Follow my lead.

Don't go rogue.

[quirky music]

Excuse me, Detective Thawne.

Is that the surveillance
footage of the incident?

- The interns.
Yes it is. Why?

- Hi, by the way.
Uh, we just figured

+you're doing so much
detecting around here

that we could just take this
back to the police station,

and then
we'll just give it back to--

- Uh, no thanks.

You two should
make another coffee run.

- Oh, we already did that.

- Did you?

Then why am I not holding
a decaf cappuccino?

Let us do this work,
and you two do yours.

- Great idea, Detective.

both:
We gotta get that footage.

- Let me get this straight.

Nobody knows why the three
of us are here?

- Feels like
we've been set up.

- So a woman's voice
is in our heads

telling us all
that there's a job tonight.

Now if you two jokers
didn't promise a score,

who did?

- [laughs]

Me, big fella.

Pool table.

[suspenseful music]

♪

The Utopia Casino is ringing
in the new year

with the biggest fête in town.

More guests means more bets

means more cash
they'll need to cover.

They'll have 10 mil
in the vault, easy.

- Not the worst plan.

Party starts in six hours.
No prep time.

Will cops show?

- I'll know they're coming
before they do,

'cause ever since that
Particle Accelerator exploded,

I can hear people's thoughts.

Now I thought I was
the only one with gifts,

until I learned a new word:

meta-human.

[laughs]

It means
we're all something more now,

something greater.

And I am done living in fear.

Now, who's game?

- I'm sick...

of hiding who I am!

[triumphant music]

- So am I.

♪

- Watch it, Jack.

- [laughs]
See?

Doesn't that feel better?

With our powers,
no one can stop us,

and if they try, I'll know
what they're planning

before they even think it.

- So you're the ace
up our sleeve.

- No.

She's a Queen.

♪

- Hi.

[quirky music]

How are we gonna get that flash
drive without Grandpa noticing?

- Watch. Kay?

And learn.

- Okay, I get it.

I'm the new guy.
You're busy,

and I heard
you just lost your partner,

which has gotta be tough.

Plus, one of our CSI's
in a coma,

and on top of all that,

you got shot down
by Counselor Horton.

- Who told you that?

- Uh, everyone.

- You could try lilacs
and crumb cake.

Those are her favorites.

- That's good advice.

- Who was that?
- One of our new interns.

They're a little weird.

[thunder booms]

- Okay.
Now we can see

where we messed up.

- This is where it happened...

Where Dad
was struck by lightning.

[thunder booming]

[glasses rattling]

[thunder booming]

- I got it.

- Ooh!

Super-speedy save.
[laughs]

But hang on.
I know her.

Oh my God.
That's Mona Taylor,

AKA The Queen,

as in the telepathic leader
of the Royal Flush Gang.

What is she doing here?

- Wait.

Since when is there
a casino heist tonight?

- The RFG didn't team up until
way after Dad put the suit on,

after Mona discovered
that there are other metas.

How could she possibly
even know that this soon?

- Oh, Bart.

She got the idea to form
the RFG years early from us,

and now 30 people
are gonna die from a bomb.

- [sighs]
No.

No, no, no,
no, no, no.

We have to stop that heist.

- Do you think
I don't know that?

But if you start screwing
with it again,

we could screw things up
even worse.

- What are we supposed
to do then?

- I don't know.

But we'll figure it out
just like we always do.

- Dad would've gotten it
right the first time.

[heroic music]

♪

- Bart, don't go there.

- Why not?
It's true.

- Listen to me.

Whatever happened,
it's both of our faults.

We are in this together.

- Maybe we shouldn't be.

[sniffles] Every
single thing I did today...

Made everything worse.

I am not good enough...

And I'll never be The Flash.

- [sighs]

[machine beeping]

- Spoiler alert, Pops.

Your son's a big screwup.

[whoosh]

- I knew you'd be here.

- I let him down, Sis.

- Bart, listen to me.
Nobody is perfect.

- You are.

- That is not true.
- Yes it is.

You knew when
to come back here.

You got the flash drive.

You even helped Grandpa Joe
and Grammy Cecile.

You--

Yeah, you're perfect.

I'm a complete failure.

- No...

No, you're not.

I failed a lot too.

For a long time,
I fumbled with my powers.

I doubted myself.
- [sniffles]

- But that's how we learn.
- [sniffles]

- And yeah, every time I fell,
Dad picked me up.

Just like every time you fall,
I'm gonna pick you up too.

Just remember
what Dad always says:

"No matter how fast you run,
life is about the journey."

Bart, we are going
to make this right.

It--it just takes time
to think things through.

- [sniffles]

Thank you for the pep talk,
Sis.

[sniffles]

And now, I'm thinking...
to get out of this,

we're gonna need an expert
in time travel.

and I know just where to go.

[whoosh]

- The rain has not
discouraged anyone

from partying
in the new year.

After the bizarre events
of 2013--

- [sighs]

[whoosh]

- Hi--

- [stammering]
H-how did you get in here?

T-this place has
a $12 million security system

and armed guards.

- Hi. [giggles]
Again, sorry to barge in

on you like this.
Uh, we actually need your help.

It's regarding your theory
on temporal development.

- Holy crap.

[stammering]
That whole getting coffee

while bumping into me
in line...

that wasn't an accident!

It's a classic espionage trick.

You were following me.

[laughs]
And now,

you wanna take me hostage

and steal all of Fast Track
Labs corporate secrets.

Well, do your worst,
'cause I'm not talking.

- No, Avery,
we're not gonna hurt you.

We need your help
to stop a crime.

- What?
Why should I believe you?

- Because we're time travelers
from the future,

and we need you to show us
how your temporal theory

can help save people
at a casino robbery

without actually changing
the timeline.

Wow, that felt so good.
Whew!

- I'm calling security.
- No, no wait.

Uh, uh, we can prove it.

I can show you something

about your past or your future.

- But if you show her
something from the future,

she's gonna have to wait
until it happens

to actually prove anything.

- Uh, is that gauntlet

using integrated
quantum circuitry?

- Yes.
- Last I checked.

♪

- Liquid processing unit...

AI nano cells...

This is decades away...

You guys are from the future!

- We are,
which is why we need your help.

Ever since we arrived, we've
caused serious temporal shifts,

and now...

30 people are gonna die.

- I-I-It might be worse
than you think.

- The death toll keeps
changing,

but the headline doesn't.

- Because now it's solidified

into a fixed point in time.

Excuse me.
Sorry, sorry, sorry--

and that means that the heist
and the deaths

aren't causally entangled

like the tachyon
particle exchange in my theory,

which is looking
more like fact.

[laughs]

It's too late to stop
the casino heist.

But since
the casualties keep changing,

they're not fixed in time.

So, you can fix the timeline
and save all those people,

as long as
you let the heist still happen.

- Wow.
- [laughs]

Okay. Thanks, Avery.
- Oh, whoa, whoa, hold on.

I'm coming with you.
- Oh, Avery.

We can't risk you getting hurt.

But we will come back.

I promise you.

[indistinct chatter]

[punchy music]

♪

[crowd screaming]

- Ladies and gents.
[toots horn]

I say it's high time
we ring in the new year

with a bang.

[shrill ringing]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Well, here's the drill,
folks.

If you run, call for help,

or annoy us, my...

ooh, King will pop your skulls
with his bare hands.

So please
don't make him kill you.

Find the casino vault.
Empty it.

- Done and doner.

- And if we run into trouble?

- Show them the winning hand.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Oh.
Okay.

Remember, you need to get
everyone to safety

while I find the bomb,
and make sure that--

- Let the heist happen.
- Yeah.

Stay calm, Bart.
You got this.

- We got this.

♪

- Four minutes to midnight.

♪

My Queen,

a couple was sitting
right there being quiet,

so I turned my back on them
for a minute.

Now they're missing.

- Someone is inside
here with us.

- [gasps]

[whimpering]

- Whoever you are,
show yourself,

or my King
starts popping heads.

-[whimpers]

- Bart, I can't find the bomb.

- The Queen is gonna
start killing people

unless I do
something right now.

- What?
No, no.

You have to get
everyone to safety.

- No. Time for plan B.

Uh, just get the bomb
before midnight.

- There is no plan B!

Bart!

Bart!

- [whimpering]

- Last chance.

- [screaming]

- Wait, wait!

Stop!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

wait, okay.
Let's all just--

Let's just relax.
All right?

No need to lose our heads.
[chuckles]

I am the casino manager,
obviously.

Isaac is my name,
and you caught me.

I am the one that was helping
the customers escape.

But I'm not doing that anymore.

I'm not going
to do that anymore.

Um, however, since dead people
aren't great for business,

how about I just look away...

you guys just take the money
and leave?

- Too late.

Now tell me.

What kind of casino manager
risks his neck on minimum wage?

- One who's
a really great employee?

- Oh, or you're a cop.

Hmm?

Let's see what's inside
that beautiful mind of yours.

[shrill ringing]

- No, no, no, no.
We gotta fix the timeline

and get back to the future--

- Wait.
- Timeline... Future...

- You're from the future?

- She's so cute.

Please let her
not have a boyfriend.

Avery, you're my future.

My future.

- Oh...ha ha ha ha.

That future.
Yeah, well...

Love is grand.

Fine.
Sit down.

♪

- Oh.

- Success, Mona.

I mean, my Queen.

- $10 million worth too.

- Well, then we're done here.

- Wait!

- My King,
my dear, drop the cop.

- Drop? You're--
Hey, wait a minute--

[grunts]
- Oh.

If you wanna survive,
don't follow us.

Just sit down.
Stay put.

Enjoy the fireworks,
all of them.

[laughing]
All of them.

- [groans]

[panting]
Sis...

The RFG's M.I.A.

What's up with
the bomb search?

[groans]

It's almost midnight.

[beeping]

- Bart, I found the bomb.

It's counting down to midnight.

But one thermal charge couldn't
level this whole building.

- Before she left,
The Queen said,

"Enjoy the fireworks--
all of them."

Agh.
- Oh, schrap.

There's more than one bomb!

But we only have
like 30 seconds!

- Well, King knocked
the hell out of me,

broke my arm, and I need, like,

three minutes to speed-heal.

I can't get everyone
out in time.

- But we don't even have
one minute!

- It's okay, Sis.
You got this.

You can find the rest of them.

- But it took me forever
to find this one!

- Sis!
You got this.

- Think.

Think, think, think.

[exhales]

The heat signatures
in the water tanks--

they--they must be masking
the bombs' thermal signature.

- There it is.
Now do your thing, Sis!

Get excessive!

♪

Sis, it's almost midnight.

- I know.
I got them.

There were five.

- You got 15 seconds
to get rid of them.

- But where?
- Anywhere!

Ten. Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

♪

[triumphant music]

♪

- Great job, Sis.

You did it.

- We both did it.

[sighs]

♪

- Every witness
at the casino robbery says

says someone "streaked"
them outside.

What do you think,

too much champagne?

- It beats the hell out of me,

but it looks like we're here
for a long night.

- Well, a few Jitters goodies
might help.

- Oh, thank you, baby girl.
- Yeah.

- Here's to 2014
not being so weird.

- Not being so weird.

Hey, uh, you saved
my dissertation, right?

Detective Pretty Boy.

- [laughs]

- Sorry, uh, that's just
what my dad calls you.

Although, he's not wrong.

You are a boy,

and you are pretty...

and, uh,
that did not come out right.

- I'll take any compliment
I can get from...

Joe West

or his lovely daughter.

- Um, uh, well,
do you have a name, Detective?

- It's Eddie.

- Okay.

Counselor Horton.

You don't have anywhere
more fun to be tonight?

- Uh, yeah, I, um, had to get
an evidentiary disclosure

over to Judge Hankerson.

Um, so, look.

About this morning,

I am so sorry if I came off
a little harsh.

See, it turns out
that being a lawyer

does not make
getting divorced any easier.

- It's okay.

I know that splitting up
can be hard.

Trust me.

- Yeah.

So when we bumped
into each other this morning,

I know that you were
about to ask me something.

But...

I'm not ready,

and I'm not gonna be--
not for a while.

- Of course.
I understand.

- [whispers] Yep.

[normal voice] However,

when I am ready...

whoever sent lilacs
to my office tonight...

oof.

[whispers]
He'll be the first one to know.

♪

- Okay, so we
stopped the shooting,

we fixed the timeline,

and we fixed the mistake we
made fixing the timeline.

Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Kay.
- Time to head back home.

- Interns,
you getting in on this?

- All right.
Everybody, line up.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[indistinct chatter]
- Happy New Year.

- Mm-mm.
No. Mm-mm.

Okay, just one photo.

- Smile, everyone.

[camera timer beeping]

♪

[camera shutter clicks]

♪

- I'm really glad
you came back.

- Me too.

- Seriously, you haven't
just changed my research.

You changed my life.

- Well,
I always keep my promises.

You know, I had to. You...

you helped save the day with
all your science badassery.

I mean...
- [laughs]

which is why...

I...

Um, look.

Avery, um, before I go
back to my time...

I know we just met, um,

but it's New Year's Eve,
right?

And I just think that you--

♪

[door whirs]

- Bart.

Bart, it's been two minutes.

Come on, we really have to go.

- See you again sometime,
McFly?

- I promise.

All right, here we go.
Okay.

♪

- [sighs]

- Wait, so I was dead,

killed by Godspeed?

- Uncle Jay, I'm so sorry

for screwing up the timeline.

and if that means
I can't ever be The Flash...

I understand.

- [laughs]

[stammers] Well, I'm sorry.
Are you kidding me?

If screwing up the timeline
was a dealbreaker,

your dad couldn't be The Flash.

Heck, when I first
started to time travel,

I ended up fighting Nazis
in World War II,

and then lived on and off
in the past for 16 years.

But that was another lifetime.

- So you--you're not mad?

- I'm alive.

Right? My Joan is back.

[chuckling] Why would I be mad?

Bart, you're on a journey--

both of you.

You're gonna make mistakes,
and sometimes...

they can't be undone.

But you can always try
to make things better.

Right?

And that's what you did today.

Now, I gotta get out of here.

I got an important meeting
with President Luthor.

- [chuckles]

both: President Luthor?

- Gotcha.

[playful music]

- [laughing] Oh.

♪

- Iris!

Come on!

This brunch reservation
ain't gonna get any later.

- Joe, don't worry.
I'll make sure we're on time.

After surviving Armageddon,
we all deserve this.

- You guys got any resolutions
for 2022?

- I decided to forgive Mark
for all of his crime things.

What?
He's turned over a new leaf,

and I made him swear to stay
on the straight and narrow.

Anybody know anything
about Katie's new boyfriend,

Marcus?
Anybody met him?

- No, I hear
he's really cute though.

- I have a resolution,
actually.

Party less.
[groans]

- [laughs]

- I know mine:

more family time.

- That sounds
like a perfect year.

- All right people,
let's hurry it up.

Look at the face.
Joe's getting hangry.

- Okay, everybody.
Hold hands.

Bundle up.

It's chilly in Paris.

- [squeals]

- [chuckles]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[heroic music]

♪

- Greg, move your head.