The Flash (2014–…): Season 9, Episode 4 - The Mask of the Red Death, Part 1 - full transcript

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!

Greg, move your head.