To understand what I'm about to tell you, you need to do something first.

You need to believe in the impossible.

Can you do that? Good.

You see that red blur?

That's me.

That too.

There I am again.

My name is Barry Allen.

I am the fastest man alive.

My story is pretty simple.

My whole life, I’ve been running.

Usually from bullies.

Sometimes I escaped.

Sometimes I did not.

Monologue ends

Nora Allen: “Tell me what happened.”

Barry Allen: “Those guys were picking on kids just 'cause they thought they weren't cool.”

Barry Allen: “It wasn't right.”

Nora Allen: “I know.”

Barry Allen: “I guess I wasn't fast enough.”

Nora Allen: “No. you have such a good heart, Barry.

And it's better to have a good heart than fast legs.”

Henry Allen: “Hello. I'm home.”

Nora Allen: “Barry got into a fight.”

Henry Allen: “Oh, yeah?”

Nora Allen: “And he won.”

Ah, way to go, slugger.

Oh, and uh, no more fighting.

Mm-mm.

[Clatter]

But after that night, I was running from something much scarier.

Something I could never explain.

Henry! Henry!

Something impossible.

Help!

Mom! Mom!

Barry, don't!

Mom!

Don't let him touch you!

Mom!

[Screaming]

Mom!

Nora!

Stay back!

Nora, hold on!

[Screaming]

Run, Barry, run!

Mom?

Dad?

[Panting]

Sorry. [Police siren]

Second robbery this week.

The teller I.D.'d Clyde Mardon as the sh**t.

What?

Oh, jeez, the Mardon Brothers are back?

What do we got?

Perps took the bank, shot out the cameras, and as a chaser, k*lled the security guard over there.

I've got unis kicking in doors of known Mardon Brothers associates.

CSI been over it?

Uh, no.

Where's Allen?

[Grunts]

Sorry, sorry.

You can't keep covering for him.

CSI, CSI coming through.

If he's not here now, I'm gonna have to carry on this investigation without him.

Sorry I'm late, Captain Singh.

What was it this time, Mr. Allen?

Did you forget to set your alarm clock?

Before you answer, I should remind you the excuse you gave last time was car trouble.

Want to know why that one was particularly memorable?

I do not own a car.

He was running an errand for me.

Barry, did you get me what I asked for?

Yeah, yeah. I did.

I have it right...

Here.

I had a few bites of it.

Getaway car's a Mustang Shelby GT500.

Shelby's have a rear super-wide tire specific to that model.

12 inches with an asymmetrical tread.

And there's something else.

Thanks.

[Sniffs]

Fecal excrement.

Animal, I'd guess.

My dad gave me that pen...

Before he died.

Sorry.

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