My name is Eobard Thawne.
With the help of Damien Darhk,
Leonard Snart, and Mick Rory,
I've obtained the Spear of Destiny--
an ancient artifact with the power
to rewrite reality itself,
and we have.
It's a brave new world.
The Mayor would like a word,
Then maybe he should've come down here himself
instead of sending the bimbo brigade.
Well done, ladies.
Star City owes you a debt of gratitude.
Just doing our job, Mr. Mayor.
对 但你们做得太棒了 而且很有个性
Yes, but you do it so well, and with such...style.
And you've done a bang-up job dealing with my pest problem,
though that term may be giving you vigilantes
a little too much credit.
Even a cockroach knows when to pack up
and head out of dodge.
Star City is my home. I will never stop fighting.
Sure you will.
Get rid of that.
But I will take this mask...
so I can add it to my collection.
No, I will not take a seat
and wait for him to have an opening.
他现在就可以见我 对吧 艾尔伯德
He can make time for me now. Can't you, Eobard?
I'm so sorry, Mr. Thawne.
I see your friend is still putting up a fight.
He'll give up. All caged animals do eventually.
Now, tell me why you've flown all the way out here again.
You keep ignoring my requests for a meeting.
Because there's no reason for one.
Our partnership has ended.
You got what you wanted.
Your wife and your son are both alive and in good spirits.
Your daughter Thea adores you.
Nyssa al Ghul is trapped in a miserable, closeted life
in the middle of Ohio,
and hey, you can even clap again.
What more could you possibly want?
How about the Spear of Destiny?
There are still some things in this world
that I would like to see change.
How many times do I have to tell you this, Malcolm?
The Spear is safest in my hands.
Besides, I'm the only one who knows how to use it.
That's because you destroyed the Kalabros Manuscript.
Well, it's not my fault
you don't retain information like I do.
Speedster brains are handy that way.
Mr. Jackson is here to see you.
Send him in.
Good morning, Mr. Thawne.
How are things down at the lab?
There was a minor setback,
but the situation is under control.
You promised me results.
And you will have them.
I just need to motivate my employee a little more.
But another test will be up and running this evening.
I hope so, for his sake...
I don't know why you and Damien
insist on toying with the Legends.
It's sloppy. They should be wiped from existence.
I prefer this arrangement.
I believe it's called "Poetic Justice."
And, what is this project you're working on?
I'm a man of science, Malcolm.
I'm compelled to innovate, invent, and inspire.
A genius brain needs a genius challenge.
Enjoy your family, spend your wealth.
The world is as it should be.
Be satisfied with your spoils.
The others are having the time of their lives.
Stop! Hold it right there!
冷静 米克 我们已经拿到想要的了
Cool it, Mick. We already got what we came for.
Just heating things up.
Don't move! Both of you on the ground!
史纳特先生 抱歉 先生
Mr. Snart. Sorry, sir.
We didn't realize it was you.
What the hell's going on? No roasting pigs?
没必要 我们自♥由♥自在 兄弟
No need. We're home free, buddy.
It's good to be the king.
No getaway, no chase?
You want a chase, I can arrange a chase.
Even get us tossed in Iron Heights,
and we can plan an escape just like old times.
- How does that sound? - Boring!
Well, we could hit up the Central City Bank.
They've got a fancy new vault I've been dying to crack.
What's the point?
You own the bank and half the city.
You mean we own half the city, Mick.
We're partners, remember?
Seems our next score will have to wait.
Since when do we get summoned?
Since the man agreed not to erase
you and your friends from existence.
Gideon, I've finally perfected my fondant bows.
What do you think?
Your technique has vastly improved
over the last year, Captain.
These cakes are so much more creative than your biscuits.
Now, credit where credit is due, Gideon.
Your idea of adding more gelatin to the mixture was pivotal.
Well done. The best one yet, in my humble opinion.
It's a shame that you're the only one here to appreciate it.
I'm sure your team would be just as impressed.
Assuming that they're all still alive.
Perhaps you should resume your efforts to send a message out.
What's the point, Gideon?
The Legion have the Spear of Destiny!
They're like gods now!
There's no point in fighting.