You could accidently blink yourself out of existence.
You're screwing with history here, man.
Yeah, well, history screwed with me first.
I know how it feels.
To have a crisis of confidence.
As unlikely as that might seem, I know.
It was 2002.
I was teaching quantum mechanics
and I had one particularly gifted student.
He was able to solve the Ehrenfest Theorem
in less than an hour.
He was, quite frankly,
the only student in all my years of teaching
who ever made me feel inferior.
That student...was you.
You were exceptional.
And suddenly, just like that,
you remember having me in your class.
I always remembered.
I just enjoyed taking you down a peg or two.
And why tell me now?
Because I cannot for the life of me reconcile
that cocksure student I remember with a man
who believes he doesn't have
what it takes to save Ms. Saunders' life.
Who did you lose, Raymond?
My fiancee, Anna Loring.
She was killed two years ago in a Starling City siege.
Right in front of me.
I couldn't have stopped them. I couldn't do anything.
My leg had been broken. I couldn't get to her.
I could only watch...
as they broke her neck.
I built this suit because I promised myself that night
that I would never be powerless to save anyone again.
So when a fragment broke free and damaged my suit,
Raymond, you couldn't save Anna,
but you can save Kendra.
I believe it.
I believe in that student.
I just need him to believe it too.
Let's do it.
Ah, Mr. Blake. Welcome.
I take it Mrs. Blake is out of town?
That's a very pointed observation.
If you're going to find the vessel, you'll need my help.
No, I think we're quite good without it.
I came down for a glass of water.
Are you friends with my daddy?
I think my daddy's sleeping.
Can I tell you something, Leo?
Don't ever let anyone hurt you.
No matter what, you always have to look out for yourself.
I think so.
You get the hell away from my boy, you son of a bitch.
Why don't you go on up to bed?
Talk fast, or you take a bullet.
What're you doing in my home?
A favor for you.
How the hell did you get--
Two days from now, you try to steal this
and you get arrested, and you spend five years
- in Iron Heights. - What are you talking about?
Cut the crap.
We both know if I go down to the basement right now,
I'll find floor plans for the Central City museum.
Let's just say I've saved you the trouble...
and from being arrested.
How do you know all this?
The same way I'll know if you even think
of raising a hand to your wife and son.
I know who you are.
I know the man you become
and it's all I can do to keep
from ending you right here, right now,
But if I do,
that means my sister's never born,
so you get a pass.
Looks like you didn't write yourself out of the timeline.
- Looks like. - But?
I don't know, I just thought maybe things would feel differently.
The Englishman says it takes time for time to change.
What were you trying to change?
My dad was never father of the year,
but at least he never raised a hand to any of us.
Until he went to prison, which now he won't.
Let's get out of here.
Maybe we should have had Blake show us around.
Perhaps there's a less conspicuous way
for us to do reconnaissance.
I'm not much of a dancer.
I'll lead, then.
Well, for a monster,
you dance quite gracefully, Ms. Lance.
-别开我玩笑 -我知道 我没有
- Don't make fun. - I know, I'm not.
Nor do I consider you a monster.
All I see is someone who is tortured
by an appetite that she cannot control.
There's no magical cure for what's wrong with me.
Of course there is.
It's called being better.
When my family was killed,
I thought there was no way I could go on,
but I did.
The truth of our existence
is that we're all blessed and cursed with the drive to move forward.
Live the next day.
To get better.
And you will too, Sara.
Well, maybe I can start by managing not to kill these guys.
They're scarred up like our friends at the bank.