The Flash

Previously on The Flash...

My cure will work.

Or turn them into meta-humans.

Beginning biopsy examination

on Patient 1-A, Mitch Romero.

I want to become a defense attorney for meta-humans.

Babe, do you know how many people you could help in this city?

Hi, I'm here about the internship.

Welcome to "The Citizen."

In order for billions to survive,

the Flash must die.

I'm gonna go see this Crisis for myself.

The only timeline where you all survived was if I died.

So what do we tell them?

Whatever we're gonna do,

we can't tell the team I'm gonna die.

Add all these to the inventory, boys.

Tomorrow's bake sale is gonna be a real treat.

Who died and made you boss?

Mitch Romero.

Still no word from him?

That makes Romero missing, not dead.

In our line of work, what's the difference?

This is my crew now.

Fan out. Whoever's here, put him down.

Romero?

The Monitor?

Where did you see him?

We went in the Time Vault,

right after putting Chester in the MAC.

The Crisis that he spoke about last year,

it's the same one in the plinth's newspaper.

And it's not coming in 2024.

It's coming December 10th...

2019.

- Are you sure about this? - The jackass lied to you.

Yeah, well, we thought so, too, but...

Barry went to Earth-3,

and Jay Garrick helped him see that it was true.

How did he do that?

Jay projected my mind

forward into the future.

Okay. And what did you see?

I saw a giant wave of anti-matter

sweeping over our Earth.

Vaporized all of Central City

and everybody in it.

Including you three.

Great. I'll go mark my calendar.

We still have seven weeks

to make sure none of this happens.

Guys, Barry's right.

We've changed the future before.

We can change it again.

So what else did our Asgardian cosplayer say?

That was pretty much it.

It's Joe.

Needs me at CCPD, but that can wait.

We... we need to get on this.

Yeah, we should spend every minute we have on this.

No, guys, look, what we should do

is take a well-deserved time-out

and come back tomorrow with clear heads.

Okay. If you think so.

What now?

I have to prepare them for what's coming.

They have to be ready to go on without me.

I guess I know who I need to start with.

Mom?

Ralphy!

Ralph, oh, come here, baby.

- Those stupid things. - What happened?

Last night, 10:00 p.m.,

the Avenue M pawn shop was robbed at gunpoint.

The shop owner ID'd your mom as the perp,

so we had to hold her.

Charges pending.

Mrs. Dibny, this is Cecile Horton.

Ralph, good luck.

Look, Cecile, yes, my mom has an eventful past, but...

Okay, robbery, larceny, bribery...

14 allegations.

Not a single charge, Miss Perfect Hemline.

Thank you.

It says here that the owner of the pawn shop

personally identified you as the robber.

Okay, I was in the shop, but not at 10:00.

I left around 5:00.

Okay, so the robbery was, like, five hours later,

so, Mom, where were you around 10:00?

- Yeah. - Is it really that important?

Wait, yesterday was the second Monday

of the month, so, Mom...

Yeah.

I was at the Cleaner's Royale on Oak.

Okay, dry cleaners.

It's a little bit of a gambling front.

Wow, Mom, the last time that I was there was when...

when you and Marv Perez were an item.

May he rest in peace.

Well, Ralphy, I really don't think

anyone there is gonna help with my alibi.

There's only one way to find out.

Road trip.

Joe thinks there's a meta-killer

that might be involved, so if anybody asks,

you're my meta-human consultant.

- Hey. - Hey.

The security guard from a nearby building heard the gunshots.

Said it sounded like a war zone.

We haven't found enough body parts

to determine which crew did all this.

He's covered in claw marks.

An animal did this. Good to go?

No, we're not. This... this isn't animal blood.

There's two more bodies, or what's left of them,

and a lot more of whatever that is.

I see one arm, two arms.

They're from the same person.

I'll analyze this.

Hopefully, it'll lead us to our killer.

Thank you.

Can you analyze what's going on with her?

Yeah, I'm trying.

Frost! Frost, what are you doing?

There's no ammo in these.

Wait, I know these guns.

They're charged with dark matter.

They're all empty.

Who would kill for dark matter?

A coward.

Gotcha.

What did you do?

Frost, what are you doing?

You're supposed to be following my lead, not...

Getting a damn murderer to confess?

There's no evidence he's involved.

Ease up.

Let him go!

Cait?

You're Killer Frost?

Actually, she's me, Sad Coffee Guy.

I am so sorry. My name is Barry Allen.

I'm a forensic scientist with CCPD.

We're investigating a series of meta-related murders,

and Caitlin and Frost are my meta-human consultants.

Dr. Ramsey Rosso.

What happened to your lab?

Um, somebody broke in while I was working late.

This same substance was at our crime scene.

I think the meta that attacked you

is the person we're looking for.

The guy we're looking for

stole dark matter from a stash house.

I did have a small amount of dark matter here.

- Where'd you get it from? - From an old colleague.

Ted Kord.

He was actually willing to help me with my research.

Well, someone's out there hunting for dark matter,

and he's willing to kill to get it,

so whatever it is you're working on...

Look, Mr. Allen, my HLH research is very important.

I lost my mother to this disease.

Now, you mentioned you found a similar substance,

both here and at your crime scene.

And, honestly, it's unlike anything I've seen before.

Well, I am a blood specialist.

Perhaps I could be of some assistance.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You are not actually gonna trust this guy, are you?

- 'Cause I don't. - I'm sorry.

Frost...

People are dying out there, all right?

If Dr. Rosso can help us in any way,

then, yeah, I'm open to it, and you should be, too.

Would you help us, Dr. Rosso?

Please, call me Ramsey.

Morning, boss.

I have got the mother of all scoops,

and thanks to your new intern,

it's gonna be a CCC Media exclusive.

Actually, you know, I was hoping

that you would help me with the new filing system.

Alphabetical is great.

So there was a break-in at McCulloch Tech last night.

Nothing was stolen,

but you'll never guess who the perp is.

Get this. Harrison Wells is alive.

Where'd you get this?

One of the McCulloch security guards and I go way back.

Nice work.

I'll tell you what.

I will look into this, and in the meantime,

I could use some quotes on that mayor story.

The city council's wondering how long

this new one's gonna last.

I'd rather do this.

Allegra, look, I understand, okay?

I was an ambitious cub reporter once, too.

You know, this is great work,