The Official Flash Thread

[protocida]

 

[NotFadeAway]

I see what your saying about concerns that Brody doesnt have the standard look for either. But Keaton didnt have the standard look and most people liked him.
Chris Evans doesnt have the look of Johnny Storm but even though he was in a crappy movie he's performance is well praised

And I still think Porter would make a better Wally than Barry. Not just because I like Wally more he just looks like him more imo

^^^from Tim Stuff

Spoiler

^^^there are some big pictures in this so I put spoiler around it

and watching Friday Night Lights his character his character reminded me of both Wally and Barry, but more Wally.



If they go with the origin of Barry, I noticed an actor in the Captain America thread thrown around that based on looks reminds me of Barry. I havent seen him act before tho so I cant vouch for that

Ben McKenzie, he was on The OC just like Brody. I'll watch one of his movies to see how he could act. ALso I think sometime back someone mentioned him in this thread too

Question for every one:
IF it's an origin of Barry, who should play young Wally?
If its a passing of the torch Wally movie, who should play older Barry?
and
Who should play Jay Garrick in either?

Thats why Adam Brody not having the standard look doesn't bother me.

I'm sure Porter would make a fine Wally West, but I personally just see more Barry. No biggie. If Porter were cast as Wally, I'd be happy because I know he can pull it off.

Ben McKenzie is actually my top choice for Captain America, but he would make an awesome Barry Allen as well. Assuming the comic book movie Gods see things my way and McKenzie is cast as Captain America, then I would actually go with Scott Porter in a Barry origin. If McKenzie is not Cap, than I'd cast him as Barry over Porter. Joshua Jackson would also make a good Barry. For years, I wanted Jackson as Wally West, but like Michael Rosenbaum, he is sadly too old now. Dustin Milligan would be my choice for a younger Wally West.

 

[NotFadeAway]

NICE

I never even thought of that, but thats excellent.

 

[protocida]

t:

 

[Eddie Dean]

Fixed it for you. t:

 

[protocida]

Fixed it for you. t:

 

[Eddie Dean]

LOL, still prefer him as Jay though.

 

[protocida]

He'd be good as both, but his Captain Pike just kept reminding me of Alan.

 

[cerealkiller182]

yea definitely prefer Greenwood as Jay

 

[MadVillainy]

Fixed even further

 

[Flash Facts]

Thank you, and I've actually thought about eliminating the disease aspect and moving forward with Wally always having powers, but not being a costumed hero until Barry dies. It's easier that way.

Hmm. I kinda liked the disease I idea but you may be right.

And I didn't see you ask for a link for my story on the previous pages. Sorry about that. I'm not finished yet, but I will send PM it when I'm done. And it's in novel form, not a film script. I hope you don't mind.

No need for apologizes. Script or novel form doesn't matter to me a good story is a good story. Thank you for considering sharing you story with me.

Flash Facts, post some more of that script if you have time.

Here you go. Reading over my post I am realizing that I forgot how much this script skews towards an adult audience. Just a heads up in case you may not want to read a mature take on the characters.

Spoiler

Default *Re: The Flash*
------------------------------------------------------------------------
*Thanks for the kind words, Conundrum. Don't worry, the breakneck pace
will keep up throughout the story. It is The Flash, after all... we
don't have time to bleed.*

EXT. TRAIN STATION ? MORNING

SUPER: Present Day

WALLY WEST, early-twenties, hipster, slacker type. Kind of guy who
coasts through life on his considerable charm. Bit of a hothead.
Scraggly beard. He's currently hanging out the window of his TRAIN. He
sees a YOUNG BOY on the platform.

WALLY: Pardon me, boy, is this the Pennsylvania station?

BOY: Yeah, yeah, track twenty-nine. Would you like a shoe shine?

Wally shakes his head, a bit confused.

WALLY: No thank you.

INT. TRAIN ? MORNING

Wally sits back down as the train gets under way. Pulls headphones on.
David Bowie's "Major Tom" plays as Wally rests his head against the
window. The train gets underway. Outside, the scenery rushes by...

EXT. DESERT ? DAY

Somewhere in America's heartland. Orange rock and brown sand for as far
as the eye can see. ROLL CREDITS as we zoom through a series of NATURAL
ROCK FORMATIONS, each more majestic than the last. And as we do this,
the rousing FLASH THEME starts. Something epic like the Indiana Jones or
Superman theme, letting us know that for the next two hours, we're going
on one hell of an adventure! We continue cruising. Over fields of corn.
Grassland. Highway, power lines. We come across the mighty GARDNER
RIVER. Take a leisurely turn to follow it. We breeze along its ebbs and
flows until we reach...

THE TWIN CITIES.

Separated by aforementioned river, KEYSTONE CITY and CENTRAL CITY.
Keystone City is very industrial. Think Detroit City on acid. Brick and
mortar. Blue-collar capital of the work. The people are strong
Midwestern stock. On the other side of the river (connected by the VAN
BUREN BRIDGE. Thirty lanes. Makes the Golden Gate Bridge look like
something built with Legos.) is Central City. More flashy. More slick.
Chrome and glass, skyscrapers. An LA/NY wannabe metropolis.

We reach the other side of the cities and see WALLY'S TRAIN.

INT. TRAIN ? DAY

Wally sees a BILLBOARD on the city limits, KEYSTONE CITY ? HOME OF THE
FLASH. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

EXT. KEYSTONE CITY TRAIN STATION ? DAY

Wally gets off the train, holding his suitcases. Waiting for him is
HARTLEY PIPER RATHAWAY, son of the third largest publisher in America.
Wiseass, quirky good looks. Upon seeing Wally's beard, he
self-consciously rubs his own clean-shaven chin.

WALLY: Piper! My brother from another mother!

PIPER: Hey Wally. How was Blue Valley?

WALLY: Well, now there's a teenager girl and some big robot thing
defending the place. (shrugs) You know how it is.

PIPER: Linda's here too...

The look in Wally's eyes leaves no doubt how he feels about her.

PIPER: Dude, why don't you just tell her how you feel about her?

WALLY: Remember the last time that happened? The lies, the tears, the
recriminations... then I turned off Melrose Place and asked her out and
she shot me down and it SUCKED ASS.

PIPER: That was then. This is now. C'mon, everyone can tell you two are
crazy about each other.

WALLY: Crazy's the word alright. She's... Linda! As far as she's
concerned, I'm a sexless shoulder to cry on. I have nothing below the
waist that interests her. Besides, there're plenty of other girls in
line ahead of her.

PIPER: Please. If there's anything I know, it's when someone's in the
closet.

WALLY: What? I told you, I'm not...

PIPER: Not like that, idiot. You think I can't tell how it's ripping
your guts out?

WALLY: Oh, c'mon. Since when do I get choked up over a dame?

PIPER: Sure. Sure. I understand... when you get married, are you
planning on keeping your maiden name?

WALLY: Goddamn it, Pipe! (beat) I'm... I'm not ready to be rejected
again, Piper.

PIPER: Ever considered that maybe she's ready for you?

WALLY: Why? Besides, me and Frances are great to...

His phone rings. He picks it up.

WALLY: Hello? Oh, hey Frances. What? You're breaking up with me over the
phone? Why? IMMATURE!? I am not immature!

He holds the phone out to Piper.

WALLY: Piper, tell her I'm not immature!

PIPER: Hello? Yes, I know. Yeah, he does that here too. I know. No, he
doesn't do the dishes here, either. Yes. Yes. Well, I'm flattered ma'am,
but you're not my type. No. No. Listen, it doesn't matter what your
mother thinks of you, all that matters is what you think of you. Uh-huh.
Uh-huh. Okay. Nice talking to you too. Bye.

WALLY: How long ago did she hang up?

PIPER: 'Bout a minute.

WALLY: Ah, who cares about Frances? Besides, she had one of those nipple
rings...

PIPER: What, a nipple ring is a deal-breaker?

WALLY: No, but it's irritating, y'know? I just have this thing about
piercings. I'll never understand why people feel compelled to stake
hunks of shiny metal through their... HI LINDA, NICE EARRINGS!

LINDA PARK, definitely not your typical big-breasted love interest. In
fact, she might be referred to colloquially as a "brainy chick."
Glasses, very grounded, with a streak of vague self-awareness that makes
her instantly endearing.

LINDA: Wally! You're back!

WALLY: We're not friends anymore. Remember? You signed me up for Womyn's
Studies over the summer? Now I know what heterosexism is and I will
never be able to get it out of my mind.

PIPER: Heterosexism? But that's the best kind!

WALLY: See? He's gay and even he doesn't know what it means.

PIPER: Yeah, well I'm not a very good stereotype. I don't know any
showtunes and David Beckham does nothing for me.

WALLY: So, how was your summer?

LINDA: Great. I got my internship at Waynetech. I tell you, things are
weird in Gotham. There's this guy who dresses like a giant bat and a
scarecrow thing... but I'll tell you about it later. You remember to do
Old Man Allen's paper?

WALLY: Linda, honestly, who assigns homework over the summer? Seriously.

LINDA: Wally, you'll never learn.

WALLY: Look, I'm going to check on it right now. Catch ya later.

EXT. ROOFTOP ? DAY

On top of a DORM, Wally walks past some clotheslines and satellite
dishes to see his set-up, a small CHEMISTRY LAB on an isolated portion
of the rooftop. A plastic tarp lies nearby. Wally checks the chemicals.
Writes down a few observations. Checks the sun's position. Takes a
Polaroid of each chemical and writes down the date on them.

WALLY: You're gonna get me my doctorate, *****es.

INT. DORM ROOM ? DAY

Typical bachelor pad. Wally sits in a beanbag, the phone ringing in his
hands. Someone answers.

WALLY: Linda, hi.

LINDA: (filtered) Wally, how's it going?

WALLY: Great. Checked on my project, everything seems good. Yeah, I just
was wondering if you might wanna get a bite to eat later on...

LINDA: (filtered) Sure, I'd love to.

Wally's face lights up.

LINDA: (filtered) I'll call Piper.

The face? Falls.

LIDNA: (filtered) I know the perfect place...

INT. FLASH MUSEUM ? DAY

CLOSE on Wally's face.

WALLY: What a character Flash was... battling crime and injustice
everywhere. And what a unique weapon he had against the arsenal of
crime. Speed. Supersonic speed! Undreamt-of speed! (beat) It's too bad
he was a hoax.

PULL OUT to reveal he, Piper, and Linda are sitting in the dining area
of the FLASH MUSEUM, a smorgasboard of all things Flash. Piper is toying
with a GORILLA GRODD STUFFED ANIMAL.

In the background is a GIFT SHOP. Framed in the window of it are
cardboard cutouts of the MIRROR MASTER holding his pistol, lined up in
classic "No use, Flash--you'll never... find... the real me... in
time...!" fashion.

Nearby, impersonators of MIRROR MASTER, HEAT WAVE, COMRADE BOOMERANG,
and WEATHER WIZARD conduct "experiments" on refracting light, fire
safety, aerodynamics, and meterology (respectively) for a gaggle of
children.

Elsewhere, an animatronic Flash metes out justice to some zoot-suited
nogoodniks.

LINDA: Jesus, Wally, what is with this pet theory of yours? It's just...
ridiculous.

WALLY: C'mon. A super speedster? Daring battles against supervillains?
GORILLA GRODD? C'mon. It was just a hoax to drum up tourism, like the
Loch Ness Monster or Bigfoot.

PIPER: Hey, man, don't knock Gorilla Grodd.

Piper squeezes the stuffed animal.

PREPROGRAMMED VOICE: "Gorilla City will fall before my super-science!

LINDA: Ooh, let me try!

She squeezes it.

PREPROGRAMMED VOICE: "Bah! Let's see how the Flash likes being devolted
into primordial soup!"

WALLY: We're getting off topic. Look at that. The Cosmic Treadmill. A
so-called TIME MACHINE and yet the government isn't trying to
reverse-engineer it at Area 51 or whatever?

LINDA: Only the Flash could use it.

Wally gestures at a replica ROBOT with horns, a pitchfork, and a forked
tail.

WALLY: And what's with El Diablo Robotico?

PIPER: The Devil built a robot.

WALLY: Can anyone else not see how utterly ridiculous this all is?

LINDA: Sometimes life's ridiculous. Like your beard.

WALLY: Hey, this is a very masculine beard.

PIPER: Wally, seriously now, it gives me heartburn just looking at it.

LINDA: You let me shave that thing off, I will have your babies.

WALLY: Alright, but I want virile male heirs. Virile, you hear me!

The WAITRESS, dressed in a sexy low-cut-top-and-skirt version of the
Flash's outfit, arrives with their check.

WAITRESS: Here's your check.

They pay for their meals.

LINDA: Which one of you did I split my Captain Cold Coleslaw with again?

PIPER: That'd be me.

WALLY: You know why they stopped selling Comrade Boomerang-themed meals?

LINDA: Don't encourage him.

PIPER: (ignoring her) Why?

WALLY: Kept coming back.

PIPER: Ugh...

LINDA: Lame, West. Really lame.

WALLY: Then why are you smiling?

They get up to leave, walking out of the Museum. As they do, they pass a
small STAND, almost like a Lovematic Machine. Piper presses a button on
it and a small notecard comes out, ala Trivial Pursuit. They each
collect their cards, like fortune cookies.

PIPER: (reading his card) Hey, did you know "The human nervous system
carries messages from one part of the bost to another at speeds up to
265 miles per hour"?

WALLY: That's nothing. "Flash Fact. Just as a properly-hurled pebble can
skim over the surface of the lake, the Flash, when super-speeding, could
run over water so fast that his feet never even began to sink." Wow.
That should really come in handy.

LINDA: Mine just says "3X2(9YZ)4A."

EXT. STREET ? DAY

Wally, Linda, and Piper step out of the Flash Musem. The entrance is
grand, made of GLASS, at the top of a long flight of stone steps like a
courthouse. The friends descent to the sidewalk.

PIPER: Taxi! Taxi!

WALLY: You've got a problem with hoofing it?

PIPER: I'm in a bit of a hurry.

WALLY: Pipe, you gotta learn to slow down, smell the...

A PURSE SNATCHER runs by them, grabs Linda's purse. Instantly, Wally
runs after him, not thinking about it for an instant.

LINDA: Wally, wait! It's not worth it!

Wally isn't listening. The snatcher looks back. Is quite surprised to
see someone actually keeping up with him. He PUSHES a bystander down.
Wally HURDLES the downed civilian, stays on the snatcher's tail.
Actually catches up with him, grabs him by the shoulder. The snatcher
rockets an elbow back into Wally's nose, spurting out blood. Wally steps
back, dazed. The snatcher procedes to beat the **** out of him, leaving
him lying bloody and half-conscious on the ground. The snatcher, pissed,
pulls a KNIFE.

SNATCHER: This may not have been the biggest mistake of your life but it
certainly is the last.

Suddenly a FOOT comes across his jaw, knocking him into a wall.
Literally out of nowhere. The man, wrapped in a trenchcoat, polishes the
punk off with a sock to the nose. Wally makes a "Where the hell did he
come from?" face as Old Man Allen helps him up.

BARRY: That was brave. Stupid, but brave.

Yes, that's Barry alright. A good forty years older, or thereabouts.
It's hard to tell. He seems like a definite hardass.

WALLY: Professor Allen...

BARRY: Please. We're not in class. You can call me... Mr. Allen. How's
your project coming, Mr. West?

WALLY: Great, great...

BARRY: Researching the effects of sunlight on Mercurous Chloride.
Fascinating subject, Mr. West. Just make sure it lives up to expectations.

He walks off.

BARRY: And you might want to check in on it. I hear there's a storm coming.

WALLY: Yeah, whatever...

Linda and Piper catch up to Wally. Wally hands Linda her purse.

LINDA: Wally, are you okay?

WALLY: (surly) Just leave me alone...

He stalks off.

PIPER: What was that all about?


Next: Lightning Strikes Twice
__________________

 

[NotFadeAway]

Hmm. I kinda liked the disease I idea but you may be right. No need for apologizes. Script or novel form doesn't matter to me a good story is a good story. Thank you for considering sharing you story with me.

Here you go. Reading over my post I am realizing that I forgot how much this script skews towards an adult audience. Just a heads up in case you may not want to read a mature take on the characters.

Spoiler

Default *Re: The Flash*
------------------------------------------------------------------------
*Thanks for the kind words, Conundrum. Don't worry, the breakneck pace
will keep up throughout the story. It is The Flash, after all... we
don't have time to bleed.*

EXT. TRAIN STATION ? MORNING

SUPER: Present Day

WALLY WEST, early-twenties, hipster, slacker type. Kind of guy who
coasts through life on his considerable charm. Bit of a hothead.
Scraggly beard. He's currently hanging out the window of his TRAIN. He
sees a YOUNG BOY on the platform.

WALLY: Pardon me, boy, is this the Pennsylvania station?

BOY: Yeah, yeah, track twenty-nine. Would you like a shoe shine?

Wally shakes his head, a bit confused.

WALLY: No thank you.

INT. TRAIN ? MORNING

Wally sits back down as the train gets under way. Pulls headphones on.
David Bowie's "Major Tom" plays as Wally rests his head against the
window. The train gets underway. Outside, the scenery rushes by...

EXT. DESERT ? DAY

Somewhere in America's heartland. Orange rock and brown sand for as far
as the eye can see. ROLL CREDITS as we zoom through a series of NATURAL
ROCK FORMATIONS, each more majestic than the last. And as we do this,
the rousing FLASH THEME starts. Something epic like the Indiana Jones or
Superman theme, letting us know that for the next two hours, we're going
on one hell of an adventure! We continue cruising. Over fields of corn.
Grassland. Highway, power lines. We come across the mighty GARDNER
RIVER. Take a leisurely turn to follow it. We breeze along its ebbs and
flows until we reach...

THE TWIN CITIES.

Separated by aforementioned river, KEYSTONE CITY and CENTRAL CITY.
Keystone City is very industrial. Think Detroit City on acid. Brick and
mortar. Blue-collar capital of the work. The people are strong
Midwestern stock. On the other side of the river (connected by the VAN
BUREN BRIDGE. Thirty lanes. Makes the Golden Gate Bridge look like
something built with Legos.) is Central City. More flashy. More slick.
Chrome and glass, skyscrapers. An LA/NY wannabe metropolis.

We reach the other side of the cities and see WALLY'S TRAIN.

INT. TRAIN ? DAY

Wally sees a BILLBOARD on the city limits, KEYSTONE CITY ? HOME OF THE
FLASH. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

EXT. KEYSTONE CITY TRAIN STATION ? DAY

Wally gets off the train, holding his suitcases. Waiting for him is
HARTLEY PIPER RATHAWAY, son of the third largest publisher in America.
Wiseass, quirky good looks. Upon seeing Wally's beard, he
self-consciously rubs his own clean-shaven chin.

WALLY: Piper! My brother from another mother!

PIPER: Hey Wally. How was Blue Valley?

WALLY: Well, now there's a teenager girl and some big robot thing
defending the place. (shrugs) You know how it is.

PIPER: Linda's here too...

The look in Wally's eyes leaves no doubt how he feels about her.

PIPER: Dude, why don't you just tell her how you feel about her?

WALLY: Remember the last time that happened? The lies, the tears, the
recriminations... then I turned off Melrose Place and asked her out and
she shot me down and it SUCKED ASS.

PIPER: That was then. This is now. C'mon, everyone can tell you two are
crazy about each other.

WALLY: Crazy's the word alright. She's... Linda! As far as she's
concerned, I'm a sexless shoulder to cry on. I have nothing below the
waist that interests her. Besides, there're plenty of other girls in
line ahead of her.

PIPER: Please. If there's anything I know, it's when someone's in the
closet.

WALLY: What? I told you, I'm not...

PIPER: Not like that, idiot. You think I can't tell how it's ripping
your guts out?

WALLY: Oh, c'mon. Since when do I get choked up over a dame?

PIPER: Sure. Sure. I understand... when you get married, are you
planning on keeping your maiden name?

WALLY: Goddamn it, Pipe! (beat) I'm... I'm not ready to be rejected
again, Piper.

PIPER: Ever considered that maybe she's ready for you?

WALLY: Why? Besides, me and Frances are great to...

His phone rings. He picks it up.

WALLY: Hello? Oh, hey Frances. What? You're breaking up with me over the
phone? Why? IMMATURE!? I am not immature!

He holds the phone out to Piper.

WALLY: Piper, tell her I'm not immature!

PIPER: Hello? Yes, I know. Yeah, he does that here too. I know. No, he
doesn't do the dishes here, either. Yes. Yes. Well, I'm flattered ma'am,
but you're not my type. No. No. Listen, it doesn't matter what your
mother thinks of you, all that matters is what you think of you. Uh-huh.
Uh-huh. Okay. Nice talking to you too. Bye.

WALLY: How long ago did she hang up?

PIPER: 'Bout a minute.

WALLY: Ah, who cares about Frances? Besides, she had one of those nipple
rings...

PIPER: What, a nipple ring is a deal-breaker?

WALLY: No, but it's irritating, y'know? I just have this thing about
piercings. I'll never understand why people feel compelled to stake
hunks of shiny metal through their... HI LINDA, NICE EARRINGS!

LINDA PARK, definitely not your typical big-breasted love interest. In
fact, she might be referred to colloquially as a "brainy chick."
Glasses, very grounded, with a streak of vague self-awareness that makes
her instantly endearing.

LINDA: Wally! You're back!

WALLY: We're not friends anymore. Remember? You signed me up for Womyn's
Studies over the summer? Now I know what heterosexism is and I will
never be able to get it out of my mind.

PIPER: Heterosexism? But that's the best kind!

WALLY: See? He's gay and even he doesn't know what it means.

PIPER: Yeah, well I'm not a very good stereotype. I don't know any
showtunes and David Beckham does nothing for me.

WALLY: So, how was your summer?

LINDA: Great. I got my internship at Waynetech. I tell you, things are
weird in Gotham. There's this guy who dresses like a giant bat and a
scarecrow thing... but I'll tell you about it later. You remember to do
Old Man Allen's paper?

WALLY: Linda, honestly, who assigns homework over the summer? Seriously.

LINDA: Wally, you'll never learn.

WALLY: Look, I'm going to check on it right now. Catch ya later.

EXT. ROOFTOP ? DAY

On top of a DORM, Wally walks past some clotheslines and satellite
dishes to see his set-up, a small CHEMISTRY LAB on an isolated portion
of the rooftop. A plastic tarp lies nearby. Wally checks the chemicals.
Writes down a few observations. Checks the sun's position. Takes a
Polaroid of each chemical and writes down the date on them.

WALLY: You're gonna get me my doctorate, *****es.

INT. DORM ROOM ? DAY

Typical bachelor pad. Wally sits in a beanbag, the phone ringing in his
hands. Someone answers.

WALLY: Linda, hi.

LINDA: (filtered) Wally, how's it going?

WALLY: Great. Checked on my project, everything seems good. Yeah, I just
was wondering if you might wanna get a bite to eat later on...

LINDA: (filtered) Sure, I'd love to.

Wally's face lights up.

LINDA: (filtered) I'll call Piper.

The face? Falls.

LIDNA: (filtered) I know the perfect place...

INT. FLASH MUSEUM ? DAY

CLOSE on Wally's face.

WALLY: What a character Flash was... battling crime and injustice
everywhere. And what a unique weapon he had against the arsenal of
crime. Speed. Supersonic speed! Undreamt-of speed! (beat) It's too bad
he was a hoax.

PULL OUT to reveal he, Piper, and Linda are sitting in the dining area
of the FLASH MUSEUM, a smorgasboard of all things Flash. Piper is toying
with a GORILLA GRODD STUFFED ANIMAL.

In the background is a GIFT SHOP. Framed in the window of it are
cardboard cutouts of the MIRROR MASTER holding his pistol, lined up in
classic "No use, Flash--you'll never... find... the real me... in
time...!" fashion.

Nearby, impersonators of MIRROR MASTER, HEAT WAVE, COMRADE BOOMERANG,
and WEATHER WIZARD conduct "experiments" on refracting light, fire
safety, aerodynamics, and meterology (respectively) for a gaggle of
children.

Elsewhere, an animatronic Flash metes out justice to some zoot-suited
nogoodniks.

LINDA: Jesus, Wally, what is with this pet theory of yours? It's just...
ridiculous.

WALLY: C'mon. A super speedster? Daring battles against supervillains?
GORILLA GRODD? C'mon. It was just a hoax to drum up tourism, like the
Loch Ness Monster or Bigfoot.

PIPER: Hey, man, don't knock Gorilla Grodd.

Piper squeezes the stuffed animal.

PREPROGRAMMED VOICE: "Gorilla City will fall before my super-science!

LINDA: Ooh, let me try!

She squeezes it.

PREPROGRAMMED VOICE: "Bah! Let's see how the Flash likes being devolted
into primordial soup!"

WALLY: We're getting off topic. Look at that. The Cosmic Treadmill. A
so-called TIME MACHINE and yet the government isn't trying to
reverse-engineer it at Area 51 or whatever?

LINDA: Only the Flash could use it.

Wally gestures at a replica ROBOT with horns, a pitchfork, and a forked
tail.

WALLY: And what's with El Diablo Robotico?

PIPER: The Devil built a robot.

WALLY: Can anyone else not see how utterly ridiculous this all is?

LINDA: Sometimes life's ridiculous. Like your beard.

WALLY: Hey, this is a very masculine beard.

PIPER: Wally, seriously now, it gives me heartburn just looking at it.

LINDA: You let me shave that thing off, I will have your babies.

WALLY: Alright, but I want virile male heirs. Virile, you hear me!

The WAITRESS, dressed in a sexy low-cut-top-and-skirt version of the
Flash's outfit, arrives with their check.

WAITRESS: Here's your check.

They pay for their meals.

LINDA: Which one of you did I split my Captain Cold Coleslaw with again?

PIPER: That'd be me.

WALLY: You know why they stopped selling Comrade Boomerang-themed meals?

LINDA: Don't encourage him.

PIPER: (ignoring her) Why?

WALLY: Kept coming back.

PIPER: Ugh...

LINDA: Lame, West. Really lame.

WALLY: Then why are you smiling?

They get up to leave, walking out of the Museum. As they do, they pass a
small STAND, almost like a Lovematic Machine. Piper presses a button on
it and a small notecard comes out, ala Trivial Pursuit. They each
collect their cards, like fortune cookies.

PIPER: (reading his card) Hey, did you know "The human nervous system
carries messages from one part of the bost to another at speeds up to
265 miles per hour"?

WALLY: That's nothing. "Flash Fact. Just as a properly-hurled pebble can
skim over the surface of the lake, the Flash, when super-speeding, could
run over water so fast that his feet never even began to sink." Wow.
That should really come in handy.

LINDA: Mine just says "3X2(9YZ)4A."

EXT. STREET ? DAY

Wally, Linda, and Piper step out of the Flash Musem. The entrance is
grand, made of GLASS, at the top of a long flight of stone steps like a
courthouse. The friends descent to the sidewalk.

PIPER: Taxi! Taxi!

WALLY: You've got a problem with hoofing it?

PIPER: I'm in a bit of a hurry.

WALLY: Pipe, you gotta learn to slow down, smell the...

A PURSE SNATCHER runs by them, grabs Linda's purse. Instantly, Wally
runs after him, not thinking about it for an instant.

LINDA: Wally, wait! It's not worth it!

Wally isn't listening. The snatcher looks back. Is quite surprised to
see someone actually keeping up with him. He PUSHES a bystander down.
Wally HURDLES the downed civilian, stays on the snatcher's tail.
Actually catches up with him, grabs him by the shoulder. The snatcher
rockets an elbow back into Wally's nose, spurting out blood. Wally steps
back, dazed. The snatcher procedes to beat the **** out of him, leaving
him lying bloody and half-conscious on the ground. The snatcher, pissed,
pulls a KNIFE.

SNATCHER: This may not have been the biggest mistake of your life but it
certainly is the last.

Suddenly a FOOT comes across his jaw, knocking him into a wall.
Literally out of nowhere. The man, wrapped in a trenchcoat, polishes the
punk off with a sock to the nose. Wally makes a "Where the hell did he
come from?" face as Old Man Allen helps him up.

BARRY: That was brave. Stupid, but brave.

Yes, that's Barry alright. A good forty years older, or thereabouts.
It's hard to tell. He seems like a definite hardass.

WALLY: Professor Allen...

BARRY: Please. We're not in class. You can call me... Mr. Allen. How's
your project coming, Mr. West?

WALLY: Great, great...

BARRY: Researching the effects of sunlight on Mercurous Chloride.
Fascinating subject, Mr. West. Just make sure it lives up to expectations.

He walks off.

BARRY: And you might want to check in on it. I hear there's a storm coming.

WALLY: Yeah, whatever...

Linda and Piper catch up to Wally. Wally hands Linda her purse.

LINDA: Wally, are you okay?

WALLY: (surly) Just leave me alone...

He stalks off.

PIPER: What was that all about?


Next: Lightning Strikes Twice
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I'm torn on the disease part.

What can I say, when it comes to my Flash story idea, I want the input and opinions of a poster who happens to have the screen name "Flash Facts".

 

[The Guard]

I guess post some more of that. I don't care for all the DC Comics references, and it sort of reads like a parodic stage play or something.

WALLY: Pardon me, boy, is this the Pennsylvania station?

BOY: Yeah, yeah, track twenty-nine. Would you like a shoe shine

Really? A "Chattanooga Choo Choo" reference?

 

[Flash Facts]

Agreed.

I think his intentions were much more fan service entertainment than to be an actual serious pitch for a movie.

Here's the next portion:

Spoiler

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INT. DORM ROOM ? EVENING

Wally drags an ICE COOLER into the room. Inside are several bags of ice.
Wally makes an icepack, holds it to his face. His roommate, TRENT, rolls
a joint while sipping a Coke. Trent is your average stoner, complete
with white-boy dreadlocks.

TRENT: Dude, why do you think they call it Coke Classic? I mean, yeah,
it?s definitely classic, but why does it say that on the can? Do you
think it has something to do with those guys we were talking about in
Hum 110, those Greeks? Or Romans, whatever - those guys?

WALLY: It?s because there?s another Coke.

TRENT: Dubya-Dubya, did you like, get in a fight or something?

WALLY: No, Trent... I fell down.

TRENT: Dude, that's bogus.

Wally sits down in front of the tube, winces in pain. He turns on the
TV. Three Stooges is on.

WALLY: Finally, I catch a lucky...

There's a knock at the door. Exasperated, Wally mutes the TV and gets
up. Trent stuffs his joint in his pocket and opens the window.

TRENT: Dubya-Dubya, you expecting someone? That?s not the secret knock!
It?s probably the campus goons, come to take me away!

Wally has already opened the door. Linda comes in, holding a pizza pie.

WALLY: Hey, Linda, you made it.

TRENT: Babe, is that pizza in the box or are you just happy to see me?

Linda tries to figure that out, gives it up, then sets the pizza down.

LINDA: A sort of consolation prize, I'm borrowing your roommate. Scram.

TRENT: Coolio. (whispering to Wally) Remember to double-bag, she looks
kinda skanky.

He slips out before Wally has a chance to respond. Wally slams the door
and turns around to see Linda holding two cans of shaving cream and a
shaving kit.

WALLY: You probably get this a lot, but what's with the shaving stuff?
Because, really, that's the kind of thing you should do in the privacy
of your own home, although I am glad that...

LINDA: Wally.

WALLY: Yeah?

LINDA: Shut it. You're getting shaved before anybody realizes I know you.

Wally sits down in front of her.

WALLY: Fine. You win. The beard will die.

LINDA: You can do it yourself if you like.

WALLY: Nah, I don't have the discipline.

Linda walks behind him.

LINDA: Try not to move...

WALLY: Please tell me you've practiced on your cat or something...

She begins trimming his beard.

WALLY: I feel like Clint Eastwood in High Plains Drifter... you ever see
that movie?

LINDA: I don't like Westerns.

WALLY: You're missing out. Maybe I'll get you The Searchers or something
for your birthday.

LINDA: Actually, I'm expecting a pearl necklace!

Wally adopts a wondering expression, then shakes his head quietly.

LINDA: What kind of shaving cream, regular of menthol?

WALLY: Are we smoking or shaving?

LINDA: Sensitive skin it is...

She begins lathering him up.

WALLY: I'm not sensitive. In fact, I'm quite insensitive. Have you
gained weight?

LINDA: Not a good thing to say to a lady with a razor. Now stop
jabbering before I get some in your mouth.

She finishes up, wipes her hands on his shirt...

WALLY: Hey!

And pulls out a RAZOR. She begins shaving him.

WALLY: You know, I heard the funniest thing from Piper...

LINDA: Really? Funny-haha or funny-strange?

WALLY: Well, he thought you and I were... y'know.

LINDA: Ha! You and me? C'mon. Linda Park and the man who invented the
D-cup rule?

WALLY: I was a kid back then.

LINDA: And you're so much more mature now...

She accidentally nicks him.

WALLY: Oww!

LINDA: Sorry!

Wally holds a finger to the wound, comes away and looks at the smallish
amount of blood.

WALLY: S'alright.

LINDA: You wanna finish it?

WALLY: Follow-through, Miss Park.

She continues.

LINDA: So, what was the deal with the brush-off earlier.

WALLY: Guess I was just embarrassed at getting beat up in front of my...
friends.

LINDA: You deserved it. Who did you think you were, Dirty Harry?

WALLY: I was going for more of a John McClane vibe, actually.

LINDA: You could've been killed.

WALLY: I didn't know you cared...

LINDA: Of course I care. I'm your friend.

Wally wants to pursue that line of thought, but Linda finishes. She
wipes Wally's now clean-shaven chin off with a towel.

LINDA: And the chin makes its triumphant comeback.

WALLY: It was never really gone.

Linda wipes some of the blood from the nick off his face.

LINDA: You might wanna get a band-aid on that...

WALLY: Yeah...

And now he's totally, hopelessly in love with her.

WALLY: Linda, you ever think about...

Suddenly LIGHTNING CRACKS and RAIN begins pelting the windows. Wally
bolts out of his seat.

WALLY: Oh ****, my project!

He grabs a raincoat, runs out the door. Linda watches him go.

LINDA: I'll just see myself out...

EXT. ROOFTOP ? EVENING

LIGHTNING arcs across the sky with a TERRIFIC BOOM, a WHIRLPOOL OF
CLOUDS above. Wally rushes to secure the chemicals, throwing a tarp over
it. The pouring rain chills him to the bone.

WALLY: How could this get any worse!?

A massive ENERGY BOLT, almost more PLASMA than electricity, STABS down
into the chemicals. PULSING and THROBBING... almost ALIVE... Wally is
spellbound. He doesn't notice until it's too late that the chemicals are
BUBBLING... becoming SUPER-CHARGED.

WALLY: Oh sh...

BOOOOM!

Wally is thrown backwards... off the building. He lands in a tree, the
branches breaking his long fall into several short, painful ones.
Finally, he lands on the ground. He looks dead. His entire body seems to
pulse with an inner light... just as Barry's did. We zoom in on his
eye... REM doesn't even begin to cover it. His eyes POP OPEN! And we see
LIGHTNING dancing about the irises...

Wally sits up.

WALLY: (out of it) Sister Elizabeth said this would happen if I didn't
shape up.

Looks at his watch. It's travelling SUPER-FAST. That can't be right...
he taps it, once. It STOPS instantly.

He gets to his feet. His movements are jerky, imprecise. A POV shot
reveals that his vision is blurry. Sounds are slow, ponderous... as if
he were drugged. He walks. Oww! Leg cramp! In fact, every move he makes
causes a cramp! His body, working kinks out...

As he begins walking towards the dorm, we notice that THE RAIN is
turning to steam as soon as it hits his skin.

INT. DORM ROOM ? EVENING

Wally enters, sweating feverishly. Smoke peeling off him like dry ice.
He takes two bags of ice from the ice chest, goes to the bathroom.
Empties them into the tub. Clothes still on, he slips into the bathrub.
Among the ice, he tries to wipe away his sweat... he's burning up...

INT. DORM ROOM ? MORNING

Wally gets up! The ice has long since melted... or maybe he just fell
asleep in the tub?

WALLY: Must've fallen asleep.

He gets up... the fact that his clothes are still on (and soaking wet)
quickly dispels that idea. He steps out of the tub, almost slipping on
the tile floor.

Outside, Trent is eating some Captain Crunch while Piper checks out the
newspaper.

PIPER: Hey Wally. Needed to borrow some of your DVDs. You want the comics?

Wally just groans and holds his head.

PIPER: You know what I want to know? How can a man who only reads the
funny pages even HAVE a political opinion?

WALLY: Hey, I don't criticize your lifestyle.

PIPER: Being gay's not the same as being a Republican.

WALLY: And we have an early candidate for understatement of the millenium.

TRENT: Dude, what's the deal with the ice and the bathtub and stuff...

WALLY: ...It was for a term paper.

TRENT: Oh. Alright.

WALLY: (to Piper) Did I do anything last night I should know about?
Anything important?

PIPER: No. But if your ass hurts, it wasn't me.

WALLY: Funny. Seriously now.

PIPER: Think you had sex with a girl. She came around this morning. Said
the test results were back and she needed to talk with you.

WALLY: You're an *******.

PIPER: I've been called worse.

WALLY: And it's all true.

He takes a sip of coffee.

WALLY: This coffee tastes like I've already pissed it out. Well, I'd
better get to work. I have a report due on Tuesday...

He takes another sip...

PIPER: It IS Tuesday...

Spits it right out. Runs to the computer. Looks up at a clock.

WALLY: Damn! Class is in one hour!

TRENT: And I thought I got high...

Wally hurriedly opens the file and types. To US, he's moving at normal
speed. Then we pan over to Piper... who's moving in SLOW-MOTION. Wally
finishes, hits print. The printer seems to be jammed, Wally SLAPS it a
few times. Each time he touches it, the printer immediately rattles off
a piece of paper. Wally doesn't notice, he's so intent on the ticking
clock. Finally, he grabs up the printed papers and rushes out the door...

As soon as he's left the room, Piper goes into normal motion.

PIPER: Oh, that clock's about an hour fast.

TRENT: I've been meaning to fix it...

EXT. DORM ? MORNING

Wally runs out of the dorm, carrying his paper, nearly dry. He sees a
TAXI passing by.

WALLY: Taxi! TAXI!

It passes right by him. He runs to catch up with it. Unexpectedly
ACCELERATES. Runs RIGHT PAST IT! He TRIPS on a curb. Lands in grass.
Picks himself up, spitting out grass, to see the campus right in front
of him!

INT. CLASSROOM ? MORNING

Wally rushes in. Barry is waiting for him.

BARRY: Mr. West, you're late.

WALLY: I overslept...

BARRY: Why are you dripping wet?

WALLY: Waterbed broke.

BARRY: We have a pop quiz in progress. Take your seat and get to work.

Wally puts his paper down on Barry's desk, grabs a pencil and scantron,
and moves offscreen. We stay with Barry as he checks his watch.

BARRY: Five... four... three... two... pencils down, everyone.

A general chorus of disapproval. Barry narrows his eyes at Wally.

BARRY: Pencil... down, Mr. West.

WALLY: Right, sorry.

He sets his pencil down.

BARRY: Class dismissed.

The students leave. Barry picks up Wally's scantron.

BARRY: Let's see how far you...

He sees that ALL THE ANSWERS are bubbled in.

BARRY: Impossible...

INT. RESTAURANT ? MORNING

Wally sits down at a booth.

WALLY: Waiter! Coffee! (to himself) It's just your imagination.
Nothing's wrong...

A WAITRESS carrying a tray of food TRIPS, spilling the food all over
him. Or not, because it FREEZES in mid-air like a constellation of
stars. Wally is shocked. As if in a dream, he collects the food, sets it
down on the tray, and puts it back in the Waitress' arms. Time SPEEDS
BACK UP and the Waitress recovers.

WAITRESS: What... I could've swore I...

She moves on. Wally runs his hands through his hair.

WALLY: There's got to be a rational explanation... there's got to be...

Suddenly, his hand starts VIBRATING. Uncontrollably. He tries to brace
it against the table... and it RIPS right through it like a jackhammer.
The amputated portion falls off. All eyes turn to Wally.

WALLY: Uhhh... termites?

EXT. RESTAURANT ? MORNING

Wally walks out of the restaurant.

WALLY: Jesus, I couldn't wait to have a nervous breakdown until after
finals?

Barry SUPER-SPEEDS IN behind him.

BARRY: Mr. West.

WALLY: Jesus! (turning around) Don't sneak up on me like that!

BARRY: I might have a job for you.

WALLY: A job? What kind of pay are we talking about?

BARRY: Oh, the rewards would be great, I assure you.

WALLY: Would I have to travel a lot?

BARRY: You could say that.

WALLY: Alright, I'll think about it.

BARRY: My card.

He holds it out. Wally takes it.

WALLY: Thanks.

BARRY: Stop by sometime.

They part ways. Barry TAKES OFF. Wally turns around.

WALLY: Does two work for... weird.

Wally continues walking. A CAR drives through a puddle. The splash is
coming right at Wally... he holds up his hands to shield himself... and
the water STOPS. In fact, EVERYTHING stops. Just like in the restaurant.

WALLY: Hang on...


Next: Up to speed

 

[MadVillainy]

SO I saw this movie called In the Land of Women.



The film itself was decent the acting was good but the script was flat. But Adam Brody was pretty good in it. I still support Porter for Wally, but Brody wouldnt be bad either. He seemed naturally funny in the film also at the dramatic parts he was good too.
Its weird tho. When I heard Brody would play the Flash. I thought "that guy from that corny ass show The OC?" But now I wouldnt mind seeing him in the role at all. THe same thing about Pine if I judged just from Princess Diaries II and Just MY Luck I nvr would have guess that he could make a good Kirk (or Captain America)

 

[The Guard]

And now it's a Kevin Smith movie. I'm a glutton for punishment, though, so...more, please.

 

[MadVillainy]

Does anyone think that we will hear Flash news at CC.....

 

[Lane & Kent]

Scott Porter for The Flash

 

[Flash Facts]

Here's the next two.

Spoiler

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EXT. SPEED READER ? DAY

Wally looks up at a SPEED READER, a radar gun attached to a display
board and a speed limit sign. The display board shows the speed of the
passing car. Wally looks around. No other cars on the horizon. He does
some stretches, breathes deeply.

WALLY: Okay... strong focus on what I want...

He runs by it. Forty miles per hour. Wow. Wally hops from foot to foot,
on fire, feeling it. He runs around the speed reader in circles. The
display board climbs higher and higher, like an old-fashioned gas pump.
Finally, Wally stops. Not even winded. The display board reads 499.

WALLY: Hey now...

The board flickers. The top of the 4 fills in, becoming a 9.

WALLY: That's more like it.

Then he smells SMOKE.

WALLY: What the...

He looks down. His SHOES are on fire!

WALLY: Ah! Hotfoot! Hotfoot!

He kicks at them, trying to put them out, then RUNS into a POND. Two
ATTRACTIVE WOMEN ride by on bicycles. They laugh at him. Wally spits out
a stream of pond water.

WALLY: I bet this never happens to Hawkman.

EXT. POND ? LATER

Wally wraps DUCT TAPE around his feet.

WALLY: Heh. I rule.

He STARTS RUNNING. But his speed doesn't kick in. He's just a regular
guy, jogging at regular speed.

WALLY: C'mon, what's this? Is my secret vulnerability duct tape or
something?

The ATTRACTIVE WOMEN ride by him again.

WOMAN 1: Nice shoes!

WALLY: It's for a term paper!

EXT. DORM ? DAY

Wally, still wearing the duct tape, spots Piper.

WALLY: Pipe! I need to talk to you!

PIPER: Wally, this really isn't the...

WALLY: It's important!

INT. DORM ROOM ? DAY

Wally checks that the door is closed.

PIPER: Alright, Wally, what is it?

WALLY: Listen, Piper, last night it happened. The chemicals I was
working with, they got struck by lightning and splattered all over me.
And now I have this power, I can move at super-speed!

PIPER: Alright, I get it, the Flash is a crock, you don't have to go
through this role-playing charade to...

WALLY: No, you don't get it! Look at this, watch this!

He begins vibrating his hand. Piper jerks back.

PIPER: The hell!?

WALLY: Exactly!

PIPER: Wally, this is... wow...

WALLY: This does not leave the room, got it? You've got to swear to God
to tell no one, no family, no friends, no one.

PIPER: Alright.

Trent walks by in his underwear and bathrobe, scratching himself.

TRENT: Your secret's safe with me...

PIPER: Wait a minute, who's...

WALLY: Don't worry, he's cool. Watch this. Piper, everything I say is a
lie. "I am lying."

PIPER: But that's like... whoa... dude!

INT. BARRY'S OFFICE ? DAY

Wally enters. The place is small, cozy. A few mementos from Barry's test
pilot days... a Ferris Aircraft Company toy plane...

WALLY: Hello? I'm here about the job...

Barry steps through the door behind Wally.

BARRY: Ah, good. You made it.

WALLY: But wha... where'd you come from?

BARRY: Oh, here and there. Best not to think about such things. We'd
better get started.

He shuffles a bunch of flash cards (sic) extremely fast in front of Wally.

WALLY: Ummm... what's the point of...

BARRY: What was the third one in the series?

WALLY: A bear.

BARRY: And the seventh?

WALLY: A table.

BARRY: Quick eye. That's good.

WALLY: How many of these little tests am I going to have to do?

BARRY: Just one more...

He throws a KNIFE at Wally! Wally CATCHES it!

WALLY: Whoa!

BARRY: You're in.

WALLY: In? You just threw a knife at me!

BARRY: And you caught it.

WALLY: And you threw a knife at me!

BARRY: And you caught it.

WALLY: Screw this, I'm out of here...

He walks to the right, TRACK WITH HIM, leaving Barry offscreen...

Wally stops in front of BARRY, who's managed to move in front of him all
in this single shot.

WALLY: How did you...?

BARRY: Throughout history, lightning, for all its destructive power, has
always been attributed to the forces of good. The Greeks believed
lightning was the weapon of Zeus, king of the Gods. Norse mythology said
Thor, foe of all demons, tossed lightning bolts at his enemies. In
India, lightning is the flashing of the third eye of Shiva... the light
of truth.

WALLY: That's all very illuminating, but what does it have to do with me?

BARRY: My young friend, you are living proof that lightning can strike
the same place twice.

WALLY: Who are you?

BARRY: It's the hat, right? Nobody recognizes me without the hat...

EXT. PARK ? DAY

Wally and Barry sit on a park bench in front of a STONE STATUE of THE
FLASH. Arms at his waist, heroically posed.

WALLY: You gotta be kidding me.

BARRY: It's true.

WALLY: You've got to understand, this is a lot to absorb. The Flash is
real... and he's my college physics professor?

BARRY: Your high school physics professor is The Atom.

WALLY: That's not funny.

BARRY: Mr. West, I believe there is a... force. Something greater than
you or me. It chose me to be the Flash, just as it chose my predecessor
and his predecessor. And now it's chosen you to fulfill a higher
calling. Mr. West... Wally... it's been too long since the Flash ran
these streets. I look at the city, my city, and I see smut-peddlers and
criminals running things. The people don't believe in heroes anymore.
Well, I say nuts to that! We're gonna give 'em back their heroes!

WALLY: You're insane. Look at me! I'm not a hero! I'm just Wally West,
mild-mannered college student. Hell, I have student aid loans to pay off!

BARRY: What would you rather do? Stay home, feed your fish, marry the
boss' daughter? I'm offering you the opportunity of a lifetime here,
Wally. You can be part of a legacy stretching back generations.

WALLY: If I wanted to be a hero, I'd join the army. Sorry, man. But I'm
not what you're looking for.

He gets up and walks off.

EXT. CITY ? DAY

Wally walks through the city. A CABLE CAR passes him. Then he hears a
woman SCREAMING.

WOMAN: Somebody help me! Please!

Wally is about to ignore her, just like most everyone else is doing...

WALLY: Ah, son of a *****...

He runs up to her.

WALLY: What's wrong?

WOMAN: He took my baby!

WALLY: Who? Who took him?

WOMAN: I don't know, I don't...

WALLY: Alright, what did your child look like?

WOMAN: Blonde hair... green eyes... oh God...

WALLY: What was he wearing?

WOMAN: Blue shirt and black pants.

WALLY: Alright, wait here.

He runs around the area, trying to see a kid matching the Woman's
description... his super-speed is still on the fritz... but he sees
someone being dragged into a small alley...

EXT. BACKALLEY ? DAY

A KIDNAPPER is pulling the struggling kid towards a VAN as Wally steps
into the mouth of the alley.

WALLY: Get your meathooks off him.

KIDNAPPER: Walk away, man. This ain't your concern.

WALLY: Once more for the hearing-impaired. Let the kid go. Now.

The Kidnapper secures the kid inside the van. Walks towards Wally. He's
about twice as big as the wiry teen.

KIDNAPPER: You got a death wish?

WALLY: No, but I have got a breath mint in case you're interested. You
look like you could use one.

The Kidnapper SOCKS Wally in the jaw. Wally drops.

WALLY: (under his breath) That "higher calling" could really come in
handy right now...

He gets up.

KIDNAPPER: You just too dumb for your own good, ain't you?

WALLY: I'm not the one who thinks "ain't" is a word, Roman Polanski.

The Kidnapper throws another punch. Wally's hand is a blur as it GRABS a
trash can lid from nearby and uses it as a shield. The Kidnapper screams
in pain as his hand dents the lid.

WALLY: This is the part where I hit back.

He swings the lid into the Kidnapper's face, knocking him for a loop.
Kicks him in the balls. The Kidnapper doubles over. Wally picks up
another lid and smashes them like cymbals on the Kidnapper's head. The
Kidnapper drops.

Wally unties the kid.

WALLY: This is why you shouldn't talk to strangers. C'mon, let's go find
your mom.

As they walk out of the alley, Wally kicks the Kidnapper.

EXT. CITY ? DAY

Reunited, the mother hugs her child.

KID: Mommy, mommy, the fast man saved me!

WOMAN: (to Wally) Thank you... who are you?

Wally is taken a bit aback.

WALLY: I'm just a guy.

WOMAN: Bless you.

Wally's out of there.

Barry comes up astride him.

BARRY: Nice work back there.

WALLY: Thanks. That really makes my day.

BARRY: Called the police for you. Make sure he won't try it again.

WALLY: 'Preciate it.

BARRY: Wally, that little kid's gonna be alright because of you. How's
that feel?

Wally stops. Looks at Barry.

WALLY: ****ing awesome.

For the first time in the movie, Barry smiles.

BARRY: Let's get to work.

MUSIC CRESCENDOS! But the scene doesn't end. Instead, Wally says...

WALLY: Although you do need to work on your pitch. "We're gonna give 'em
back their heroes"? Anything'd be better than that. You'd be better off
saying "Be the Flash, *****."


Next: Life In the Fastlane
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Spoiler

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INT. NEWS STUDIO ? DAY

An ANCHORMAN faces the camera.

ANCHORMAN: For KRGR TV, I'm Jack Ryder. Good night.

PRODUCER: (O.S.) And we're clear.

ANCHORMAN: Thank God, I've got to drop a bomb like nobody's business.

Nearby, the PRODUCER is signing off on documents while Linda harries
him. The Producer is the spitting image of the TV Producer seen in the
opening, only with a moustache.

LINDA: You haven't given me a story since my expose on that dognapping ring.

PRODUCER: That's not true! Just last week I gave you that story on the
homeless shelter...

LINDA: You preempted my story for a report on Spring Break.

PRODUCER: So?

LINDA: So it was eighty percent girls in bikinis.

PRODUCER: So?

LINDA: With the other ten percent being men in speedos.

PRODUCER: Maybe you haven't heard Linda, but sex sells. Listen, I know
you want to do hard-hitting social activism crap, but nobody cares. The
public wants spectacle, they want sensation...

LINDA: And ten stories on prisoner abuse every other week?

PRODUCER: We had sources!

LINDA: Plural?

PRODUCER: We had A source. Listen, you wanna get into this business,
bring me a story I can do something with. Something big.

LINDA: Lloyd, this is Keystone City. Nothing ever happens here.

EXT. IRON HEIGHTS PENITENTIARY ? DAY

A vast, functional fortress of a prison. "Rehabilitation" is not in this
place's vocabulary.

INT. IRON HEIGHS PENITENTIARY ? MENTAL HEALTH WING ? DAY

GREGORY WOLFE, the powerfully-built administrator of this hellhole,
walks alongside TINA McGEE, psychologist.

TINA: This situation is intolerable, Mr. Wolfe! My patient should be in
a proper health care facility...

WOLFE: Your "patient" cut the tongues out of eleven women to "stop the
voices." If it were up to me, he'd rot in here.

TINA: Fortunately, it's not up to you. Let me do my job.

They stop at a door.

TINA: Mr. Wolfe?

Wolfe grudingly presses his palm to a scanner on the side of the door.

WOLFE: Wolfe, Gregory.

The door, having identified him, opens.

Inside the padded cell is a single figure, bound in leg irons and
straitjacket, facing the wall.

WOLFE: You want someone to supervise?

TINA: We need total privacy.

WOLFE: Your funeral... doc.

Tina steps inside. The door closes behind her with resounding finality,
causing her to jump a bit.

TINA: Dr. Amar?

She walks towards the figure.

TINA: I'm your court-appointed psychologist. I'm here to help you get
better.

The figure moans softly.

Tina walks around him. GASPS.

The figure is an ORDERLY, his tongue cut out. Written in blood on his
chest is "The Master Is Returning."

THE PRISONER HAS ESCAPED.

EXT. TRAINYARD ? DAY

The trainyard is massive, empty. Wally walks along, the gravel crunching
under his shoes.

WALLY: Oh, I bet you take all the guys here.

BARRY: I've got a lot of work to do...

WALLY: So, what do we do first?

BARRY: Do a lap.

WALLY: That's it?

BARRY: I want to see how fast you can go.

WALLY: And the whole "catching on fire" thing, that's just a bonus?

BARRY: Your protective aura will cut down on friction.

WALLY: Katra's got my back. Got it.

BARRY: Your costume should do the rest.

WALLY: Right, why don't we skip the "me bursting into flames" phase and
give me a costume now?

BARRY: Because you haven't earned it.

WALLY: I think not spontaneously combusting is a Constitutional right.

BARRY: The aura protects you from friction. The costume protects
everything else from it. Without it, you'd superheat everything you run
on. Now get going.

WALLY: Fine. Try to keep up, old man.

Wally begins running. After a moment of incredulous disbelief, Barry
pursues, easily keeping pace.

BARRY: That's the fastest you can go?

WALLY: Hey, it's your... higher calling thingey.

BARRY: I think you've given me a big insight into the nature of the
Speed Force.

WALLY: Speed Force? That's what you call it?

BARRY: What's wrong with that?

WALLY: Nothing...

BARRY: Because I was expecting that you would make some sort of
irreverent remark.

WALLY: Who, me? Never.

BARRY: Good.

Long beat.

WALLY: May the Speed Force be with you.

BARRY: That all?

WALLY: No.

BARRY: Get it out of your system.

WALLY: Help me, Obi-Wan Allen, you're my only hope. The Speed Force?
I've got a bad feeling about this. Lock S-foils in attack positions!

BARRY: Do you want to hear the insight or not?

WALLY: Please, insight away.

BARRY: You see, I'd always assumed that I'd gotten my powers instantly.
The moment lightning struck. Looking back though, I realize I was like
you. Not only wasn't I hurt, but I felt perfectly normal... until I
started running... really moving!

WALLY: What, you saying I'm not going fast enough?

BARRY: I'm saying maybe, maybe, this power isn't something that sneaks
up on you. Maybe it's something you have to reach out and grab. AND
you're not going fast enough.

WALLY: I'm open to suggestions.

Barry hangs back a bit.

BARRY: Don't worry.

He pulls out a PISTOL.

BARRY: Motivation's on the way.

He begins FIRING at Wally's feet. Gravel is kicked up right on his
heels. Wally starts REALLY BOOKING IT... away from Barry.

BARRY: Just so you know... the next one's aimed at your head.

He FIRES. Wally looks back... and goes into FLASH-TIME. The world seems
to be standing still, the bullet a lazy butterfly. He easily sidesteps
it. The bullet SPEEDS UP as Wally SLOWS DOWN, shifting back into real-time.

WALLY: Okay, I'm impressed.

Barry walks up next to him, reloading his gun.

WALLY: You SHOT at me! Jesus, have you never heard of firearm safety?

BARRY: It worked, didn't it? Now we just have to practice how to
accelerate without causing a sonic boom...

WALLY: Right, right, later. But first, where's the bathroom?

Barry points.

BARRY: That way, inside the gray building, second door on your right.

WALLY: Thanks. Be right back.

Wally walks offscreen. We suddenly hear a SONIC BOOM.

BARRY: Ah, nerts.

EXT. FARM ? DAY

A FARMBOY holds a basket, walking out the screen door of his house.

FATHER: (O.S.) You can go on that date once you've picked all dem tomatoes!

Suddenly a BLUR whooshes through the stalks. In a split-second, the
Farmboy's basket is filled with tomatoes!

EXT. FIRING RANGE ? DAY

Wally zooms through an OUTDOOR FIRING RANGE. Zig-zagging through a hail
of slow-motion bullets.

EXT. SPEEDTRAP ? DAY

A COP CAR sits behind some bushes. Inside, a COP sips his coffee.
Something speeds by. The Cop looks at his radar gun. Three hundred miles
per hour! He does a spit-take.

EXT. HOUSEHOLD ? DAY

Wally rockets by a woman HANGING CLOTHES on a clothesline. All her
meticulously-hung clothes blow off.

WOMAN: God...

Wally BLURS BACK, rehanging them, then continuing on his way... all at
super-speed.

WOMAN: Damn...

INT. TRAIN ? DAY

A TRAIN, steaming away from Keystone City. Suddenly, there's a
commotion. Everyone starts crowding to one side of the car...

TRACKING SHOT over their shoulders as we see Wally out the window,
outstriping the trian. He waves jauntily at them.

REVERSE ANGLE. A bit in shock, they WAVE BACK.

Wally TAKES OFF, swings around the train, and heads back towards Keystone.

EXT. STOPLIGHT ? DAY

A RICH DICK in a Porsche waits at the stoplight.

WALLY: (O.S.) Wanna race?

The Rich Dick looks out his window. Wally is standing next to him...

RICH DICK: You must be out of your mind.

WALLY: Try me.

Rich Dick revs the engine. Wally adopts a racer's stance, touching his
toes. The light changes...

WALLY ZOOMS OFF, leaving Rick Dick in the dust.

RICH DICK: That ain't right...

EXT. GARDNER BRIDGE ? DAY

Wally RUNS UP the upsweep cables of the suspension bridge, laughing it up.

INT. DORM ROOM ? DAY

Wally zooms in, still laughing. In love with life. TRENT reacts.

TRENT: Dude, you came in here at, like, warp seven!

WALLY: No, I didn't.

TRENT: Yes you did!

WALLY: Trent... am I traveling at warp now?

TRENT: Nooo... sorry, man, must be the 'shrooms.

Trent turns his back. Wally RUNS UP a wall, doing a somersault to land
on his feet.

WALLY: Hehehe...

TRENT: So, who was the babe with the pizza? Your sister?

WALLY: No, that was Linda Park. She's a friend.

TRENT: A ?friend.? Dude! Awesome! Totally awesome!

WALLY: No, I'm not going out with her!

TRENT: Oh, I get it... use 'em and lose 'em, right?

WALLY: She's just a friend, Trent.

TRENT: Right, just like Piper...

WALLY: What's that supposed to mean?

TRENT: Dude, it's okay. I hear, like, everyone is a bisexual or
something like that, it's like a scale or something...

WALLY: For the last time, Trent, I'm not gay!

TRENT: Dude, you gotta stop lying to yourself. You gotta have the pride!
The gay pride!

There's a knock at the door. Wally opens it. Barry is there.

BARRY: Thought you'd come back here.

WALLY: Having trouble keeping up.

BARRY: Come with me.

INT. DORM ? DAY

Wally and Barry walk through the dorm, stepping through the usual
shenanigans.

BARRY: That was completely irresponsible. You must've compromised your
secret identity half a dozen times...

WALLY: Secret identity? What, you expect me to just keep this bottled up?

BARRY: I'm not asking you to hide your powers, but I am asking you to
earn them. Murmur's escaped. You might be called into action sooner then
I thought.

WALLY: Murmur. He one of your (air quotes) "Rogues"?

BARRY: What's that supposed to mean?

WALLY: Look, I'm not hating, but if you've got a bunch of people who's
day isn't complete unless they kill you, maybe you're doing something
wrong. Increase the peace, y'know? I don't know, maybe send them some
chocolate when they go to jail? "Sorry about foiling your evil plot.
Hope we can still be friends." Yes? No?

BARRY: Wally, let me make this perfectly clear. Disobey my orders again
and I'll throw you out a window.

WALLY: Ooooh, I'm so scared.

EXT. CAMPUS ? DAY

Wally crashes through a window and onto the yard. Barry exits the dorm
the traditional way and walks up next to him.

BARRY: Now, show respect or I'll throw you out a higher window. Get it?

WALLY: Got it.

BARRY: Good.

He walks off. Wally gets up, dusting himself off. Notices people staring.

WALLY: It's for a term paper.


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[Webhead2006]

Not likely for movie stuff more for comic stuff yea but from last we heard flash like ww are in non moving states currently i believe right?

 

[Cain]

stunt casting

 

[NotFadeAway]

SO I saw this movie called In the Land of Women.



The film itself was decent the acting was good but the script was flat. But Adam Brody was pretty good in it. I still support Porter for Wally, but Brody wouldnt be bad either. He seemed naturally funny in the film also at the dramatic parts he was good too.
Its weird tho. When I heard Brody would play the Flash. I thought "that guy from that corny ass show The OC?" But now I wouldnt mind seeing him in the role at all. THe same thing about Pine if I judged just from Princess Diaries II and Just MY Luck I nvr would have guess that he could make a good Kirk (or Captain America)

Told ya Adam Brody would be a good Wally West/The Flasht:t:

 

[Webhead2006]

Yea back with the whole mess that was jlm brody was pretty much one of the only castings i was ok with would be be the best option no but i would have been alright with him in the role counting on what ever flash it might have been.

 

[NotFadeAway]

Yea back with the whole mess that was jlm brody was pretty much one of the only castings i was ok with would be be the best option no but i would have been alright with him in the role counting on what ever flash it might have been.

Same here. Brody getting cast was the only choice that made sense.

I actually think Brody could pull off both Wally and Barry, but he would be a better Wally.

 

[NotFadeAway]

I've been thinking, I wouldn never mention an actual date during my Flash movie. That way, I could imply the existence of Superman, Batman, and other masked heroes but not really set a timeline as to when my Flash movie happened in relation to when the eventual Superman reboot happened.

And then in the trailer, I could have Wally say, "I might not be Superman or Batman, but I got powers, I have a costume, check me out". I think that would be a fun line for a trailer.