New game plan. The anti-hero of our dynamic duo will find the field generator. And you're just gonna stay here and try not to look like a cop. Or a superhero.
So here's the thing: scum... recognizes scum. I'm scum. And I've survived this long by recognizing same. [to Ralph] Like you. You're scum, I sniffed you coming a mile away.
Look, uh... I don't have to ask you how you feel about this. Stealing from a hospital, that's... that's way more than we bargained for. So, if you don't want to do this, I'm–
Yeah, what choice do I have? You warned me to get my head on straight for this job, and I didn't. You had Goldface ready to give us what we needed, I blew it trying to get those guns off the street, and here we are.
Yeah, it is. And you were right. If I want to stop Cicada, I can't be so precious about getting the Flash's hands dirty. Sometimes the ends justify the means, I get that now.
Listen, you treat love like it's a mystery that can be solved, but you can't deduce your way to a happy ending. You just have to let it come one step at a time, and enjoy whatever step you're in.
I know, right? Just one teeny, tiny... month until we stop Cicada's purge. You know, historically speaking, this is way faster than we've ever stopped a Big Bad.
Nora, sometimes we fail because... all we can worry about is not failing. I'm so worried about my first date since Cynthia that I don't feel free to be myself around Kamilla, and then I'll just end up screwing it up even more. This, this "Intelligence and Reconnaissance" mess? I don't need this. All I need is to be myself. Duh.
Yeah, it seems like things worked out this time, but that's not always gonna be true. And it's impossible to know how these changes are gonna unfold. The ripples you'll cause, whose life you're gonna affect. No one can do that.
All right. Well, let's take a look at that, too, shall we, hmm? So this is a friend from another Earth, for whom you left a high-paying job, and for whom you have dedicated every waking moment of your life trying to help. It doesn't quite add up.
TTanya
I can't love Shay. He's my dead husband's doppelgänger from Earth-2. How crazy would I have to be to fall in love with him?
No crazier than marrying the same woman from five different Earths. [off Tanya's look] Oh, I know. Very good at marrying people, but not so great at staying married. Along the way, though, on these countless Earths and countless doppelgängers, I learned there is one thing that makes all of us unique. And if that... is what you fell in love with, well, then,... perhaps a face doesn't matter that much.
Wally convinced me to come East with the baby. He said that it would help me repair my mind, my body, restore this old soul of mine. So, with Cecile's blessing,... that's what I did.
Oh, great. Well, that instills all of us with confidence, right. 'Loose thoughts'. What you going to say? "Hey, most bloodthirsty enemy... Stop"? [Cisco scoffs]