The scent is on you.

Where is it?

No son or daughter of Atlantis will ever tell you.

Our people have guarded the Mother Box

for thousands of years.

-

I will never betray my own people.

You already have.

This was taken in the deepest trench on Earth.

He must be an Atlantean.

A water-breather.

He was breathing air when I talked to him.

Mixed-blood, then.

He said he'll fight with us?

More or less.

More more or more less?

Probably more less.

-He said no? -He said no.

Atlanteans can be tricky.

My people went to war with them once.

I'm not sure we can trust him.

Diana, if we're gonna do this,

you're gonna need to be open

to more things that we didn't...

you know...

-I'm sorry. That's okay. -Sorry. My fault.

Don't worry about it.

Let's... -It happens.

so... -

This is the third person.

Disappears for 1/30 of a second here.

One frame of video, see?

Barry Allen. Central City.

Go to him.

I'll work on number four.

Organic and biomechatronic body parts.

He's a cyborg.

Ready! - Break!

Three...

eighty...

set... go!

Your son may be captain of the football team

and a certified genius, Mrs. Stone...

Dr. Stone.

...but that doesn't mean he can hack into our system

to change his friend's grades.

Sarah's family lost their house this year.

How could that child pass her classes?

Victor helped her 'cause he's got a good heart.

What did you do to help her?