Vixen: The Movie

McCabe.

- Let's go.

- Go where?

- Your bail's been posted.

- By who?

One jacket, leather.

One knapsack, left strap torn.

Contents...

Twenty-six dollars in ones and fives.

One sketchbook, fashion designs.

Not bad.

- You looked through my sketchbook?

- I get bored.

One technical pen and one necklace.

- That's pretty. Where'd you get it?

- Family heirloom.

Give you 20 bucks for it.

It's the wife's birthday.

I forgot to get her something.

Tell you what, 50 bucks.

Hey, sweetie.

You posted my bail.

Not the father-daughter

reunion I dreamt of but...

Good thing for both of us

you're not my father then.

I told you, no matter how many

fosters you throw in front of it,

I'm always going to be your pop.

Gotta say though, it hurt a little

you being back in Motor City

and not looking me up.

Sorry, was busy getting thrown in jail.

Want a bite to eat?

So, what brings you back to Detroit?

- Job interview.

- Fashion design?

The guy was a jerk.

He said my work "lacks identity."

Which kind of makes sense,

since I am kind of lacking

in identity myself.

So, you stabbed him

in the hand with a pencil.

No, I stabbed him in the hand with a pen.

And that was only after he suggested

I could have a job, if I gave him one.

Patty would be proud of you for that.

She always secretly liked that

you stood up for yourself.

Doesn't feel the same without

her chewing me out right now.

She always gets so pissed off.

I wish she was here right now.

Me, too.

So...

You find whatever it is

you were looking for outside of Michigan?

- You can say it. My parents.

- So, you find them?

- No, I found nothing.

- I

Give us the necklace, b*tch.

Here, here, $58 inside. It's yours.

- Just...

- I'm not gonna say it again,

give me that necklace or you're gonna

get a bullet through your eye.

Argh!

- Mari.

- Mari?

You okay?

- You sure you want coffee?

- Coffee's good.

Thanks, Chuck.

I'm beat.

If you want to stay and I hope you will,

your room's how you left it.

The girls at school...

They said my mommy was a junkie.

That that's why she gave me up.

What's a junkie?

It doesn't matter, because it's not true.

Those girls, they were just being nasty.

Then why did my mommy give me up?

You were just a baby

when the foster agency placed you with us.

- You didn't even have a name.

- But you did have something.

Something we've been waiting to give you

until you were old enough.

- What is it?

- It belonged to your mother.

Chuck asked a friend of his about it

and he said it was an "Anansi Totem."

- What's that?

- I don't know, sweetie.

But I have a feeling that one day

it might help you find the answers

to all your questions.

Dr. Macalester.

Uh, office hours were over 20 minutes ago.

I'm Mari McCabe. I called earlier.

Of course, my apologies. Come in.

You said you had an artifact

for me to look at.

- Yes. Though...

- I'm not sure it's an artifact.

Hmm.

Normally, this is where I'd say,

"My eyes are up here."

- This is extraordinary.

- Where did you find this?

I guess you could say it's a family heirloom.

I don't really know anything about it.

I... I don't even know where it's from.

That type of stone is indigenous

to the M'Changa province, in Zambesi.

And it has something to do

with "Anansi", right?

Anansi. The trickster god.

According to legend, he fashioned a totem

..which he gave...

- To a warrior named Tantu.

When I was a kid, I looked up

Anansi in the encyclopedia.

I'm sorry to waste your time.

I honestly don't know what I was expecting

to learn when I came in here.

What did you want to learn?

- I don't know. I...

- It's stupid.

Oh, I have three PhDs so...

How about you let me be

the judge of what's stupid?

I've had this thing since I was 10

and I always thought it was

just a piece of junk jewelry.

But lately, some things have happened to me.

And now, I think it might be the key

to finding out more about my family.

Who's your family?

That would be the $52 million question.

Sorry to waste your time.

It's said the totem grants its

wearer access to the "Ashe"

of the animal kingdom.

It means life force,

power, essence.

The totem harnesses the Ashe

of any animal the wearer conjures up.

What?

You know, speed of a cheetah,

agility of an antelope,

strength of an elephant, etc.

Relax.

All of this is just a myth.

In reality, that pendant is

just a finely polished piece of stone.

Too bad.

If it was magic, I might be able to

get something for it online.

Thanks for your time.

You know the McCabe woman?

The one who tuned up

the three gang-bangers you hired

to steal the Anansi Totem off her.

She just walked out of my office.

That certainly is a fortunate turn of events.

I can get her back here anytime you want.

But in return...

Relax, Dr. Macalester.

Once I have the totem in hand,

you can consider your next

expedition fully funded.

And the girl? What'll happen to her?

Don't worry about Mari McCabe, Professor.

I need her alive. For now.

Okay, explain that to me again.

- I think...

- You think your necklace is magic.

Ish...

You didn't see it.

What I did to those guys.

What I could do.

- You think I'm crazy?

- I don't think you're crazy.

I think the idea that

your necklace is magic..

..might be a little bit crazy.

- I know, but, what if it's not?

Before coming back to Detroit,

I spent some time in Central City...

I know where you're going with this.

And believe me when I tell you that

crazy just might be the new normal.

Um, sweetie, what are you doing?

I think that guy hit me in the head

a little harder than I thought.

Four years you've been gone.

Please tell me you didn't come home

just to jump off the roof of my house.

Chuck! Are you seeing this?

Yeah. And I'm here to tell you that

seeing is definitely not believing.

Jeez!

Mari, whatever you're thinking about doing,

how about you don't do it?

You are so not going to believe this.

You know the facial recognition algorithm

Felicity hooked us up with?

I modified it to flag

any activity that could be metahuman.

Are you listening to me?

Sorry, I had a USB drive

containing crime scene stats

and I can't find it at the station.

So, I'm praying that it

might be here, which it's not.

- Barry, focus.

- Metahuman.

I am so dead.

Captain Singh is going to kill me.

Just look at this.

Our very first external metahuman sighting.

I'm calling her Vixen.

Because what,

she moves like a fox?

- Because she is a fox.

- Check out that hotness.

Wait, where in Central City is this?

That would be the less cool part.

Detroit.

I know, I know. Coast City or the Bahamas,

that would be better but...

You're still going to check this out, right?

Not alone.

A metahuman outside Central City

could be something more.

- I should bring backup.

- Finally.

I've been dying to get back out in the field.

Not you, Cisco.

Could you at least bring me back her...

And he's gone.

You know what this could mean for me?

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