DC's Legends Of Tomorrow (2016) s03e05 Episode Script
Return of the Mack
1 Time travel is real, and so are its consequences.
When a terrible time paradox put all of history in peril, an elite team was formed.
Their job to protect history and repair these so-called anachronisms.
Unfortunately, this is not that elite team.
And yet, this team of misfits and outcasts is determined to fix the history which they have broken.
Not because they are heroes, but because they are legends.
Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow" Seeing Stein with his grandkid earlier You two are inseparable.
Literally.
I want to break up Firestorm.
Your totem's strength grows when the threats that you must face become more powerful.
But you cannot face this new threat alone.
That amulet is a totem.
We're bound together somehow.
Cut the crap and tell me what we're facing here.
That information is need-to-know.
The only thing you need to know Your ridiculous team could never handle it.
They are the reason Mallus is a threat.
And there might just come a day when we need the Legends to do what they do best.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
You best stop following me, guv.
[SCREAMS.]
That is a most impressive scream.
In another era, you could have a career alongside Vincent Price.
[CHUCKLES.]
Rigor mortis hasn't set in.
He's been dead less than four hours.
Extreme pallor in the face and fingernails suggest rapid blood loss, yet not a drop to be seen.
Killed off-site, his body dumped here, far from the illustrious streets of his upbringing.
A handkerchief with his college crest A graduation gift, no doubt.
What do you make of that? Improbably, it appears that our killer is a vampire.
You sure you want to do this? Break up Firestorm? Well, I'm sure Grey wants off the ship, but I'm sure that can't happen if we're still bonded to each other, so Yeah, but your bond isn't just physical.
You guys have been psychically bonded for over three years.
Yeah, and it's been no picnic, let me tell you.
Last time I got laid, afterwards Grey said to me, "Well done, Jefferson.
" I mean Could have done without knowing that.
- [SCOFFS.]
- Does Grey I mean, Marty know that you want to break up with him? No clue.
But if he did, he'd say it was too dangerous.
Well, if you're really determined to do this, severing your psychic connection could give us some much needed mental space to figure out how to untie the nuclear knot.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well, let's do it.
Here goes.
Oh, I forgot.
There might be a couple side effects.
- What side effects? - Um, just, like, you know, facial swelling, maybe a little gastrointestinal upset, uh, oh, and short-term memory loss.
- How do you feel? - Uh, normal.
Except I'm not craving grapefruit.
Okay.
Ray, it's 9:00 a.
m.
, and I'm not craving grapefruit! Mmm.
Delightful.
Let me get this straight.
This ship can make any kind of food you can imagine, and you three picked grapefruit, a bran muffin, and oatmeal.
After you try everything, you go back to the basics.
I lived my whole life eating rations and bland food.
From now on, I eat like a queen.
I'm glad you left 2042.
Actually, I wanted to talk to you guys about going back to 2042.
Or better yet, 2041.
I was thinking, "Why is my family dead when I'm on a time machine?" Unfortunately, that's not how this works.
I thought you could change the past.
We can correct the past.
And the future, but we don't change it.
- Why not? - Because doing so could cause unforeseen, possibly even disastrous consequences.
It's a temporal butterfly effect, - if you will.
- Try not doing something that would save your brother's life.
Does a sister count? [INTERCOM FEEDBACK.]
What's up, shipmates? I got exciting news to share.
Team meeting in ten minutes.
And, Mick, I have beer.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
One lousy beer for breakfast.
- It's breakfast? - Yeah.
What time did you go to bed last night, buddy? I didn't.
Drank a lot of coffee.
Can you tell? Whoa! Nate, why are we staring at an anachronism map? Because, Captain, I did a deep dive on the data.
And the anachronisms we created at first glance seem scattershot random.
But since history is cause and effect, I decided to do a little experiment.
I folded a linear timeline onto itself following the mathematics of the golden ratio.
Follow me.
Damn it, Gideon.
That was your cue.
My apologies, Dr.
Heywood.
Ah, see, the anachronisms form a pattern.
Should have guessed.
Though time may be broken, like all matter in the known universe, it still possesses a mathematical harmony.
Not exactly.
Uh, what about those two? Those two are outliers.
The first one is Seattle, 2042.
When the assassin tried to kill me.
Right, while cool Not the part where, you know, you almost got killed It's not as cool as the other one.
London, 1895.
How do I say this? There's a vampire.
Half dozen men snatched off the streets only to have their bodies dumped three days later completely drained of blood.
Vampires.
Waited my whole life to kill one.
Do you just carry that around all the time? My whole life.
There's no such thing as vampires.
Increased immigration at the fin de siècle and the fear that good English women would lose their virtue to foreign predators is responsible for these ludicrous stories.
I say we go see what's so interesting about this anachronism.
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
Victorian London.
Opium dens and low-cut corsets.
Arthur Conan Doyle and the rolling fog.
Syphilis, whores, and vampires.
There's a strong smell of garlic.
It's tied around my neck.
Yep, you're a regular Van Helsing.
That's from Dracula.
I'm reading it.
Don't tell me the end.
Another vampire victim found dead in the street.
Oy, gimme that.
Whoa, vampires? What the hell is he talking about? The blood-sucking creatures that we're here hunting.
Oh, no.
Short-term memory loss.
One of the side effects of the serum.
[SIGHS.]
Shh, come on.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
- Who are you lot? - Oy, Scotland Yard.
We're here to see about these so-called vampire attacks.
And we're with the NYPD.
Nothing like a bit of cooperation - from across the pond, right? - Right.
- This one of the victims? - Unlucky devil.
- Ooh! - Whoa, whoa, Mick! You don't want him coming back to life, do you? What's going on here? Scotland Yard has already visited twice, and if the NYPD is issuing ladies warrant cards, then I'm the bloody Queen.
[MARK MORRISON'S "RETURN OF THE MACK" RINGTONE PLAYING.]
All right, who brought their phone? Wasn't me, even though I do love that song.
That's not a phone.
That's a 2016 Palmer Tech 7G smart watch.
Hand it over.
I don't know what you're on about.
You want some of this? [BEEPING.]
[BEEPS.]
Who does that watch belong to? No? All right.
- Mick, stake him.
- [GRUNTS.]
Oh, all right.
All right.
A vicar was walking down the street as calm as can be when a dead man fell from the sky.
It wasn't no normal corpse, neither.
No identification, strange clothes, - and that there watch.
- Which you stole.
He wasn't gonna miss it.
I will, though.
It is the finest timepiece I've ever seen.
It did sell better in England.
So, where's our John Doe now? Well, I buried him in Stone's Hollow.
And the next day, the first vampire victim was snatched from the street.
'Cause that corpse you buried was a vampire from the future, - you idiot.
- All right, time to go.
[ELECTRONIC FIRING.]
- Who are you lot? - Tonight, we're grave diggers.
[DISTANT WOLF HOWLING.]
[SIGHS.]
Whoa.
All right, we're looking for one unmarked grave among hundreds.
I say we split up.
Check them row by row.
Or we can start with the one that's already dug up.
Ah! Yes.
Ah, the vampire must've dug himself out before nightfall.
Damn it, that anachronistic corpse was our only lead.
[EERIE MUSIC.]
[RUSTLING.]
Wait, did you hear that? [RUSTLING CONTINUES.]
[BOTH SCREAMING.]
Kill it, kill it, kill it! [GRUNTS.]
[SIGHS.]
- Rip.
- Rip? - Welcome to London.
- Listen, Englishman.
Those time pigs try to take me, I'll burn 'em alive.
The the Time Bureau are not actually aware of my current whereabouts.
And as surprising as this may sound I need the Legends' help.
Ms.
Jiwe.
I was surprised to hear - that you'd rejoined the team.
- It's surprising to me too.
I trust we're not under arrest? - Far from it.
- Rip? What Rip, where the hell did you come from? Where'd he come from? What where Where do any of us come from? You know, what are the odds of that one lonely sperm meeting with that one special egg? You know us science types are always still wrestling with the big questions.
We've answered those questions, Dr.
Palmer.
Mm-hmm.
I need Jax's help, uh, with this.
Um, there's some GPS data on here, and, um, it might be able to tell us where our dead man walking came from and, uh, where he's going.
Or her.
So, yep.
[PLAYFUL MUSIC.]
Oh, man, the short-term memory loss is worse than I anticipated.
Marty's definitely gonna notice.
It's okay.
Uh, I got this.
I'll just write myself a note.
Like, uh, Rip's back.
Excuse me, what's going on? - What nothing, man.
- You're acting awfully strange.
Oh, it's, uh [TOGETHER.]
Temporal dysplasia.
You know You know how that is.
- [DEVICE RINGING.]
- Mmhmm.
- [BABY CRYING.]
- Lily.
- Dad.
- Is everything all right? Ronnie won't sleep.
Your lullabies are the only thing that work.
All right.
Uh, excuse me.
Priorities.
All right, little guy.
It's time for you to go to sleep.
Hush, little Ronnie Don't say a word - Come on, man.
- All right.
We'll continue with the plan.
But not until we figure out whose watch this is.
Which could be difficult.
"Digital Digest" gave my software encryption a five padlock rating.
Huh.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
I I didn't realize that you were praying.
Mecca's that way.
I was just looking for my earring.
I wanted to talk to you about before.
I know that it's tough.
That I'm not allowed to save my family? Yeah, it's real tough.
You should take comfort that your brother wanted you to have that totem.
You reclaimed it.
It's your birthright.
It's your family's Hey, stop talking about my family when you're telling me I can't save them.
[WHOOSHING.]
What the hell was that? This is the reason I asked you to stay aboard the ship.
The reason that I haven't returned home.
We're connected.
What for? I don't know.
I was hoping that we could find that answer together.
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC.]
Not to be overly sentimental, but, uh, I've missed this place.
We'd love to reminisce with you, but your Time Bureau's on our tail.
Makes us slow to help you out.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
I'll get down to it, then.
When I permitted the Legends to keep the Waverider Nobody permits us to do anything.
I had an ulterior motive.
Why does that not surprise me? For the last five years, I've been chasing a phantom.
A name whispered across time and in every language.
Mallus.
The Phantom Mollusk? An evil shellfish? "Mall-us.
" An evil so ancient and powerful that the Time Masters dared not speak his name.
Now, I believe that he is recruiting allies from throughout time to his cause.
Now, anachronisms are the result of your breaking time.
It was her idea.
But these outliers, they are most certainly the work of Mallus.
Now, the Time Bureau is a bureaucracy and lacks the imagination to understand this particular threat.
And Director Bennett objects to my crusade.
Hmm.
I'm alone out here.
So what I'm hearing is, your hot new girlfriend dumped you and now you're crawling back to your ex.
[GROANS.]
And I'm no one's side piece.
You know, I think they're onto something here.
Look, sweetie.
We would love to take you back, but we don't know how we could trust you again.
Would circumstances be any different if I were to call off my hot new girlfriend's pursuit of you? [TOGETHER.]
Hmm.
[SIGHS.]
Deal.
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
All right, what's your plan? Right, this outlier The vampire Is most likely the objective of Mallus.
Catch the vampire, catch Mallus.
Sounds like we're gonna need vampire bait.
Yep.
Me? Is it 'cause I'm handsome? Pretty.
Pretty handsome.
[BELL TOWER CHIMES.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Overcrowding and poverty made Whitechapel a breeding ground for criminal activity, culminating in the Ripper's murders right around well, now.
Isn't history fascinating? It certainly is.
Trusting the Englishman was a damn mistake.
You know we're all on comms, don't you, Mr.
Rory? I don't give a rat's ass.
No sign of any vampires.
I wish this was like a Kristen Stewart type, all broody and sparkly.
Vampires don't sparkle.
You know, Mick, you and the vamp have a lot in common.
You both like to sleep in, and, you know, kill people.
[EERIE MUSIC.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
Stein? What are you doing out here? Looking for you, dear boy.
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
- [DEVICE BEEPS.]
- Nate.
Nate? We seem to have lost Dr.
Heywood.
Nate, answer me.
Look.
- He's got Dr.
Heywood.
- Let's cut him off.
[GRUNTS.]
- [GUNSHOT.]
- Whoa! [GRUNTS.]
[HORSE WHINNIES.]
Well, that was invigorating.
You find Pretty? No, we lost him.
We found potatoes.
[SIGHS.]
Never fear.
The game's afoot.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
"Methought I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more!'" Professor Stein? No.
Shakespeare, actually.
And it's Sir Stein to you.
It's not every actor who is knighted.
Oh, God.
This can't be happening.
Thanks to your lifeblood, my master will finally make his return.
But there's much to be done in the meantime.
[CHUCKLES.]
[SIGHS.]
Yeah, well, that wasn't creepy.
Ow.
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
Sara? Nate, where are you? I don't know, but I just had a chat with Professor Stein's weird lookalike evil cousin.
Great-great grandfather, to be exact.
The famous stage actor, Sir Henry Stein.
Astonishing.
The the chances of us running into one of my ancestors are astronomical.
Family lore recalls him as being an eccentric.
But then, what can one expect from an actor? He's also an occult weirdo who kidnapped me to feed his master.
Excellent.
The vampire will lead us to Mallus.
Stay where you are, Dr.
Heywood.
Yeah, that's not gonna be a problem.
Whatever they roofied me with fritzed out my powers.
Can you describe where you are? Uh, like a an operating room? All I know is there's a spooky-ass red moon painting on the wall.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- What's that? - It's, uh It's some of my research on Mallus.
"Beware the blood-red moon, when the door that separates death from life will be opened.
" It's the first line of an oath taken by the Order of the Shrouded Compass, an infamous secret society of London's aristocracy obsessed with the occult.
That sounds like the perfect place for an out-of-time vampire to take refuge.
Yes, well, the Order also believe in the magical properties associated with a total lunar eclipse.
Which is set to occur right here in London tonight.
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
[SOFT HARPSICHORD MUSIC.]
If I wasn't vampire hunting, I'd rob these rich bastards blind.
Hunting a tiger for sport is Is just perverse.
I can't believe we're in a time where women can't vote and the Internet's not a thing.
Savages.
[EXHALES.]
Anyone who doesn't have a reflection, they're getting a stake.
Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.
Truly uncanny.
It's that 'stache that's astonishing.
I know you're not here for idle chitchat and aperitifs.
So please allow me to introduce the star of the evening, a famed mystic who has come all the way from America to communicate with the dead.
Madame Eleanor.
[DEEP BREATHING.]
Can't believe people are buying this garbage.
I sense someone in the room who longs to speak to a departed loved one.
Come.
Sit at my table, if you have no fear.
Since we can't hack the watch for its GPS data, we're gonna have to solve this one the old-fashioned way.
- With fingerprints.
- [DEVICE BEEPING.]
Okay, we got the coroner's fingerprints.
- Uh-huh.
- And the second one is mine, obviously, and the third one is unidentifiable, and the fourth one is Oliver Queen? Oliver's a s me-traveling vampire from the future? We got to call Team Arrow, figure out what the heck's going on.
Return of the Mack Pump up the world Return of the Mack Watch my flow Return of the Mack, you know - [DOOR OPENS.]
- About time.
I'm as excited as you are.
But we all must wait for the blood-red moon before the ceremony may begin.
Oh, gross.
If you need me, I'll be, um I'll be right over here.
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
Sara, I could really use a rescue right now.
We're working on it.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Do you remember our mission from the Greyhill Building? Like it was yesterday.
[PLAYFUL MUSIC.]
Oh, excuse me.
Uh Could you tell me where the powder room is? Oh! [GRUNTS.]
[GLASS SHATTERS.]
Oh, I've missed this.
Everyone, please join hands.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
There is a doubter among us.
I, too, was a skeptic once, before the spirits spoke to me.
But now I am their conduit.
[CHUCKLES.]
[ELECTRIC BUZZING.]
[GASPING.]
[DEEP DISTORTED VOICE.]
Khaahar.
Do you remember the night they came for us? How fast you ran? You abandoned me, Khaahar.
You let them kill me so you could live.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- No.
- You are scared now.
Just as you were scared of A.
R.
G.
U.
S.
then.
So much fear.
You were my big sister.
You should have protected me.
- Please - Stop this at once.
You heard the lady.
[GASPS.]
Sara, our cover is blown.
We need to leave.
Wait, the vampire That was you? A two-pronged needle by my own invention is hardly vampiric.
Then who's the stiff? [GASPS.]
- Nate, are you okay? - Does it look like I'm okay? Instead of a sexy vampire, I got stuck with this weirdo.
He's all yours.
[GRUNTING, BLOWS FALLING.]
[GRUNTS.]
The Order has plans for our time-displaced corpse.
That's why they're kidnapping men and draining their blood.
It's for their ceremony.
Shall we find out who it is? [INTENSE STRING MUSIC.]
Whoa, guys, I am digging the digs.
I mean, I have some serious lab envy over here.
Yeah? Well, check this out.
- [DEVICE BEEPS.]
- Whoa, okay, wow.
Uh, well, I've analyzed that unidentified print and got back 100,000 possible variations on a complete friction ridge.
Okay, so, do we have a match? Unfortunately.
I hope you guys have a bar on that ship, because you're gonna need a drink.
The watch belongs to Damien Darhk.
Darhk must be integral to Mallus' plan.
We can't leave Damien Darhk's body to be resurrected.
Uh, Darhk may be a madman, but he's not the madman we're presently after.
Guys, we have definitely overstayed our welcome.
[CRASHING, PEOPLE SHOUTING.]
Fall back.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
The hell is going on? We're not killing vampires anymore? Captain Lance, need I remind you we are no longer just fixing ordinary anachronisms here.
Mallus is the only game that matters.
No, it's your game.
We have to stop Damien Darhk from coming back to life.
And we will.
But from all indications, Mallus is coming here to recruit Darhk.
If we destroy Darhk's body, we destroy any chance of apprehending Mallus at the resurrection ceremony.
If Sara says, "Kill Darhk," or "Re-kill Darhk," or "Prop him up in a convertible like 'Weekend at Bernie's, '" that's what we do, because she's the captain.
I know that you all want to destroy Darhk once and for all.
You're just gonna have to be patient.
I'd like to speak to you in private.
Good luck in there.
I'm not letting Damien Darhk come back to life.
Full stop.
You've lost perspective.
You're letting personal prejudice cloud your judgment.
If I had, I wouldn't have put Damien Darhk back into the timeline and erased his memory so that he could kill my sister.
Again.
Look, Sara.
I understand how perilous it would be for Mr.
Darhk to return.
Do you? Because I'm the only one in this room that's been resurrected, and it wasn't an improvement.
All right.
You're right.
You've got to understand, Sara, that I've been chasing Mallus for so long that perhaps it is I who's lost perspective.
Never gonna learn how to knock, are you? I'm concerned about you.
I know that you think that woman channeled your brother.
[SIGHS.]
His name was Behrad.
The night A.
R.
G.
U.
S.
came for us, I ran.
I knew he was staying to fight, but I was scared.
I left my brother there to die.
You happy? Now you know my secret.
Sorry.
You know, I don't I don't want this anymore.
Whatever's going on with it or with us, I I don't care.
That totem is your only remaining connection to him.
It's not a connection.
It's a reminder that I should have been the one who died.
You know, it's kind of weird not being able to sense Stein's emotions.
Don't tell me you're missing your psychic connection.
Oh, c-come on.
Of course not.
- Well, maybe a little, but - Aha! I've uncovered your ruse.
You've been using my lab Your lab? To impede our psychic connection.
It's the very foundation of Firestorm.
Actually, that's That's the foundation of Firestorm.
It's the formulae for building a thermocore.
No, I was playing hangman.
Q! Q Grey, don't take this out on Ray.
He was just helping me figure out a way we could, uh break up Firestorm.
So that you could go home, and I could stay on the ship.
Oh, I see.
So are you cool with this? Why wouldn't I be? After all, you've only been Been here tinkering in secret with how to split up a walking, talking, living nuclear reactor.
- Of course I'm cool with it.
- Okay.
After everything we've been through, how could you attempt something of this magnitude behind my back? Grey, it's not like [SIGHS.]
Oh, it seems we both share a craving for solitude.
- Is everyone aboard the ship? - As far as I'm aware.
Is there something I can do for you? In fact, there is.
If you'd please tell Captain Lance that I'm sorry.
[BEEPING.]
What are you doing? Gideon, initiate Gentleman's Dreadnought.
Command code recognized.
Are you sure, Director Hunter? She left me no choice.
[ELECTRIC WHIRRING.]
- Seven, six, five - Gideon! Four, three, two [PANTING.]
It's Mr.
Hunter.
- One.
- What's he done? [ELECTRIC WHIRRING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
All the exits are locked.
And I can't override the command.
Damn it, Rip.
Told you we should never have trusted the Englishman.
Where's Zari? Come in.
I was hoping we might meet again.
You channeled my brother earlier.
I need to talk to him again.
Well, I'm sorry.
I cannot merely summon the dead at whim.
Please, I need to tell him that I'm sorry.
And I have a way to bring him back.
I can save him this time.
I could try.
I would need a memento, something that belonged to him that I could focus my energy on.
Would this work? [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
So much power.
And you give it away so easily.
A mistake you're unlikely to repeat.
- Hmm? - Madame Eleanor.
The blood-red moon beckons.
[YELLS.]
[WHOOSHING.]
Restrain her.
I must prepare for the ceremony.
Damn, Gideon, how many secret commands did Rip program you with? I believe this was the last of them, Captain.
Well, I'm captain now, and I order you to override Rip's orders and ready the ship for takeoff.
Right away, Captain Lance.
Director Hunter's command allows you to fly the Waverider, just not let any of you off of it.
Well, it's a start.
Plot a course for the Shrouded Compass.
Damn right, Cap-i-tan.
And bring the ship's weapon system online.
Needless to say, it's highly likely that Mr.
Hunter is in that building.
And I'm willing to bet that so is Zari.
You want an omelet, you got to crack a few eggs.
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
[ENGINES ROARING.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
When you welcomed me to the Order, you were seeking proof.
Evidence that life does not have to end with death.
But the power that courses through my veins is not mine own.
It is a gift.
From Mallus.
[MACHINERY TURNING.]
Stop this abomination! [SHIMMERING.]
[OVERLAPPING VOICES.]
Your so-called master, where is he? Mallus is everywhere and nowhere, refracted in every moment of time.
He is dead.
He is risen.
And he will come again.
Right, well, that's very cryptic.
But I demand to speak to him.
Oh.
Well, very well.
[WHOOSHING.]
[GASPS.]
[DEEP DISTORTED VOICE.]
Director Hunter.
A pleasure to meet you.
Oh, I'm not here to speak to your puppet.
I think it's about time you and I met face-to-face.
[LAUGHS.]
You cannot look upon my true form and live.
While you are hopelessly mortal, I am a god.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES.]
[GASPS.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
You're too late.
[INHALES.]
[CROWD GASPING.]
It's good to be back.
[GRUNTS.]
[WEAPONS CLATTERING.]
[LAUGHING.]
Who stole my watch? Our coordinates say we're right above the Order.
- Prepare the shock-missiles.
- Three pages left.
What are you doing? Zari's in there.
I need you to target the cargo bay.
Our cargo bay? Shouldn't we have a team vote first? If anybody has a better idea how to get the ship open, now's the time.
Trust me, Jax.
Fire.
[SIGHS.]
Shock-missiles away, Captain.
Oh, this is gonna suck so bad.
Uh, Grey, if we're gonna die, I don't want us to go out mad at each other.
So, uh, I can't remember what for, but I'm sorry.
You were just thinking of me.
Actually, I should be thanking you.
Aww, who wants to hold hands? Ray, it's not freakin' "Toy Story 3.
" Everyone shut up.
I got one page left.
[ALARMS BEEPING.]
[ROCKETS ROARING.]
[EXPLOSIONS.]
[MARK MORRISON'S "RETURN OF THE MACK".]
Oh Come on Oh, yeah Well, I tried to tell you so Yes, I did But I guess you didn't know As I said the story goes [SCREAMS.]
[RECORD SCRATCHES.]
[SONG RESUMES.]
Return of the Mack Return of the Mack, come on Return of the Mack, oh, my God You know that I'll be back, here I am Return of the Mack, once again Return of the Mack, pump up the world Return of the Mack, watch my flow [RECORD SCRATCHES.]
[ELECTRIC BUZZING.]
[BULLET CLINKS.]
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Any last words, Rip? Yes, I remember you.
I remember everything.
[GROANS.]
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
- Remember us? - [LAUGHS.]
Oh, goodie.
More Legends.
Here to kill me, I assume.
This time it'll stick.
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[WHOOSHING.]
That's my totem.
[PANTING.]
Let's go.
Till we meet again.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES.]
[ENGINE WHOOSHING.]
Mmm, not bad.
A little tart.
If you can believe it, Clarissa prefers - to eat her grapefruit - With salt.
Yeah, I remember.
How I got Ray to restore our psychic connection.
I can feel how much you're missing your family.
Ever since baby Ronnie was born, it's only gotten worse.
It's like there's a hole in my chest.
I'm so sorry.
I never expected the birth of my grandson would make being away that much more painful.
And I certainly never wanted you to share this burden.
But with this new Mallus threat, and the return of Damien Darhk, the team needs Firestorm more than ever.
Yeah, and the team can get Firestorm, and you can go home, if we can stabilize the Matrix into my body.
T.
S.
Eliot once said, "Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
" So, when do we start? As soon as I, uh, fix that giant hole in the cargo bay.
- Well, good luck with that.
- Yeah.
[CHUCKLES.]
[BLOWS FALLING, CHARACTERS WHOOPING.]
Yeah.
[VIDEO GAME MUSIC.]
Knock, knock.
Still not knocking.
[GAME BEEPS.]
You want to sit? Sure.
Thanks.
This is gonna sound weird, but when my amulet came back to me, I felt Behrad's presence.
Like, almost like he was with me.
That doesn't sound weird at all.
God, first A.
R.
G.
U.
S.
, then that Water Witch.
And now some formerly dead guy all want to kill me.
My ancestor told me that the totems' strength grows when the threats we face become more powerful.
Fantastic.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
I think what she meant is that you and I are gonna become great friends.
And we'll defeat whatever evil comes, together.
I like that.
[SOFT MUSIC.]
We need to talk.
By now you know me better than to expect an apology.
Agents are dead because of you.
They understood the risks of their profession.
But we learned so much from the events of last night.
Next time There won't be a next time, Rip.
You show up out of nowhere practically begging for our help, and then you betray us.
You've gone rogue from every organization that you've ever been a part of.
'Cause you don't trust anyone.
I don't know how I could have ever trusted you.
Sara, I need you with me now more than ever.
Do you remember when you told me you had nothing left to teach me? I guess you had one final lesson.
[SHIMMERING.]
How to be a cold son of a bitch.
- Director Bennett.
- Director Hunter.
You've called in your last chit.
I should never have sanctioned last night's mission.
But the mission proved that Mallus is real.
Explain it to the tribunal.
In the meantime, you are being detained and suspended from active duty.
You can't detain me.
I I created the Bureau.
Then you of all people should know that no one is exempt from its rules.
Agent Sharpe.
Thank you for notifying us of Director Hunter's whereabouts.
Now the Legends are free to fly the skies? Affirmative.
The Time Bureau has bigger things to worry about than a bunch of idiots.
Mallus is getting stronger, Captain Lance.
Last night was only the beginning.
There is a war coming.
And history needs you to be ready.
You and the rest of the Legends.
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
[SHIMMERING.]
When a terrible time paradox put all of history in peril, an elite team was formed.
Their job to protect history and repair these so-called anachronisms.
Unfortunately, this is not that elite team.
And yet, this team of misfits and outcasts is determined to fix the history which they have broken.
Not because they are heroes, but because they are legends.
Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow" Seeing Stein with his grandkid earlier You two are inseparable.
Literally.
I want to break up Firestorm.
Your totem's strength grows when the threats that you must face become more powerful.
But you cannot face this new threat alone.
That amulet is a totem.
We're bound together somehow.
Cut the crap and tell me what we're facing here.
That information is need-to-know.
The only thing you need to know Your ridiculous team could never handle it.
They are the reason Mallus is a threat.
And there might just come a day when we need the Legends to do what they do best.
[OMINOUS MUSIC.]
You best stop following me, guv.
[SCREAMS.]
That is a most impressive scream.
In another era, you could have a career alongside Vincent Price.
[CHUCKLES.]
Rigor mortis hasn't set in.
He's been dead less than four hours.
Extreme pallor in the face and fingernails suggest rapid blood loss, yet not a drop to be seen.
Killed off-site, his body dumped here, far from the illustrious streets of his upbringing.
A handkerchief with his college crest A graduation gift, no doubt.
What do you make of that? Improbably, it appears that our killer is a vampire.
You sure you want to do this? Break up Firestorm? Well, I'm sure Grey wants off the ship, but I'm sure that can't happen if we're still bonded to each other, so Yeah, but your bond isn't just physical.
You guys have been psychically bonded for over three years.
Yeah, and it's been no picnic, let me tell you.
Last time I got laid, afterwards Grey said to me, "Well done, Jefferson.
" I mean Could have done without knowing that.
- [SCOFFS.]
- Does Grey I mean, Marty know that you want to break up with him? No clue.
But if he did, he'd say it was too dangerous.
Well, if you're really determined to do this, severing your psychic connection could give us some much needed mental space to figure out how to untie the nuclear knot.
[CHUCKLES.]
Well, let's do it.
Here goes.
Oh, I forgot.
There might be a couple side effects.
- What side effects? - Um, just, like, you know, facial swelling, maybe a little gastrointestinal upset, uh, oh, and short-term memory loss.
- How do you feel? - Uh, normal.
Except I'm not craving grapefruit.
Okay.
Ray, it's 9:00 a.
m.
, and I'm not craving grapefruit! Mmm.
Delightful.
Let me get this straight.
This ship can make any kind of food you can imagine, and you three picked grapefruit, a bran muffin, and oatmeal.
After you try everything, you go back to the basics.
I lived my whole life eating rations and bland food.
From now on, I eat like a queen.
I'm glad you left 2042.
Actually, I wanted to talk to you guys about going back to 2042.
Or better yet, 2041.
I was thinking, "Why is my family dead when I'm on a time machine?" Unfortunately, that's not how this works.
I thought you could change the past.
We can correct the past.
And the future, but we don't change it.
- Why not? - Because doing so could cause unforeseen, possibly even disastrous consequences.
It's a temporal butterfly effect, - if you will.
- Try not doing something that would save your brother's life.
Does a sister count? [INTERCOM FEEDBACK.]
What's up, shipmates? I got exciting news to share.
Team meeting in ten minutes.
And, Mick, I have beer.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
One lousy beer for breakfast.
- It's breakfast? - Yeah.
What time did you go to bed last night, buddy? I didn't.
Drank a lot of coffee.
Can you tell? Whoa! Nate, why are we staring at an anachronism map? Because, Captain, I did a deep dive on the data.
And the anachronisms we created at first glance seem scattershot random.
But since history is cause and effect, I decided to do a little experiment.
I folded a linear timeline onto itself following the mathematics of the golden ratio.
Follow me.
Damn it, Gideon.
That was your cue.
My apologies, Dr.
Heywood.
Ah, see, the anachronisms form a pattern.
Should have guessed.
Though time may be broken, like all matter in the known universe, it still possesses a mathematical harmony.
Not exactly.
Uh, what about those two? Those two are outliers.
The first one is Seattle, 2042.
When the assassin tried to kill me.
Right, while cool Not the part where, you know, you almost got killed It's not as cool as the other one.
London, 1895.
How do I say this? There's a vampire.
Half dozen men snatched off the streets only to have their bodies dumped three days later completely drained of blood.
Vampires.
Waited my whole life to kill one.
Do you just carry that around all the time? My whole life.
There's no such thing as vampires.
Increased immigration at the fin de siècle and the fear that good English women would lose their virtue to foreign predators is responsible for these ludicrous stories.
I say we go see what's so interesting about this anachronism.
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
Victorian London.
Opium dens and low-cut corsets.
Arthur Conan Doyle and the rolling fog.
Syphilis, whores, and vampires.
There's a strong smell of garlic.
It's tied around my neck.
Yep, you're a regular Van Helsing.
That's from Dracula.
I'm reading it.
Don't tell me the end.
Another vampire victim found dead in the street.
Oy, gimme that.
Whoa, vampires? What the hell is he talking about? The blood-sucking creatures that we're here hunting.
Oh, no.
Short-term memory loss.
One of the side effects of the serum.
[SIGHS.]
Shh, come on.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
- Who are you lot? - Oy, Scotland Yard.
We're here to see about these so-called vampire attacks.
And we're with the NYPD.
Nothing like a bit of cooperation - from across the pond, right? - Right.
- This one of the victims? - Unlucky devil.
- Ooh! - Whoa, whoa, Mick! You don't want him coming back to life, do you? What's going on here? Scotland Yard has already visited twice, and if the NYPD is issuing ladies warrant cards, then I'm the bloody Queen.
[MARK MORRISON'S "RETURN OF THE MACK" RINGTONE PLAYING.]
All right, who brought their phone? Wasn't me, even though I do love that song.
That's not a phone.
That's a 2016 Palmer Tech 7G smart watch.
Hand it over.
I don't know what you're on about.
You want some of this? [BEEPING.]
[BEEPS.]
Who does that watch belong to? No? All right.
- Mick, stake him.
- [GRUNTS.]
Oh, all right.
All right.
A vicar was walking down the street as calm as can be when a dead man fell from the sky.
It wasn't no normal corpse, neither.
No identification, strange clothes, - and that there watch.
- Which you stole.
He wasn't gonna miss it.
I will, though.
It is the finest timepiece I've ever seen.
It did sell better in England.
So, where's our John Doe now? Well, I buried him in Stone's Hollow.
And the next day, the first vampire victim was snatched from the street.
'Cause that corpse you buried was a vampire from the future, - you idiot.
- All right, time to go.
[ELECTRONIC FIRING.]
- Who are you lot? - Tonight, we're grave diggers.
[DISTANT WOLF HOWLING.]
[SIGHS.]
Whoa.
All right, we're looking for one unmarked grave among hundreds.
I say we split up.
Check them row by row.
Or we can start with the one that's already dug up.
Ah! Yes.
Ah, the vampire must've dug himself out before nightfall.
Damn it, that anachronistic corpse was our only lead.
[EERIE MUSIC.]
[RUSTLING.]
Wait, did you hear that? [RUSTLING CONTINUES.]
[BOTH SCREAMING.]
Kill it, kill it, kill it! [GRUNTS.]
[SIGHS.]
- Rip.
- Rip? - Welcome to London.
- Listen, Englishman.
Those time pigs try to take me, I'll burn 'em alive.
The the Time Bureau are not actually aware of my current whereabouts.
And as surprising as this may sound I need the Legends' help.
Ms.
Jiwe.
I was surprised to hear - that you'd rejoined the team.
- It's surprising to me too.
I trust we're not under arrest? - Far from it.
- Rip? What Rip, where the hell did you come from? Where'd he come from? What where Where do any of us come from? You know, what are the odds of that one lonely sperm meeting with that one special egg? You know us science types are always still wrestling with the big questions.
We've answered those questions, Dr.
Palmer.
Mm-hmm.
I need Jax's help, uh, with this.
Um, there's some GPS data on here, and, um, it might be able to tell us where our dead man walking came from and, uh, where he's going.
Or her.
So, yep.
[PLAYFUL MUSIC.]
Oh, man, the short-term memory loss is worse than I anticipated.
Marty's definitely gonna notice.
It's okay.
Uh, I got this.
I'll just write myself a note.
Like, uh, Rip's back.
Excuse me, what's going on? - What nothing, man.
- You're acting awfully strange.
Oh, it's, uh [TOGETHER.]
Temporal dysplasia.
You know You know how that is.
- [DEVICE RINGING.]
- Mmhmm.
- [BABY CRYING.]
- Lily.
- Dad.
- Is everything all right? Ronnie won't sleep.
Your lullabies are the only thing that work.
All right.
Uh, excuse me.
Priorities.
All right, little guy.
It's time for you to go to sleep.
Hush, little Ronnie Don't say a word - Come on, man.
- All right.
We'll continue with the plan.
But not until we figure out whose watch this is.
Which could be difficult.
"Digital Digest" gave my software encryption a five padlock rating.
Huh.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
I I didn't realize that you were praying.
Mecca's that way.
I was just looking for my earring.
I wanted to talk to you about before.
I know that it's tough.
That I'm not allowed to save my family? Yeah, it's real tough.
You should take comfort that your brother wanted you to have that totem.
You reclaimed it.
It's your birthright.
It's your family's Hey, stop talking about my family when you're telling me I can't save them.
[WHOOSHING.]
What the hell was that? This is the reason I asked you to stay aboard the ship.
The reason that I haven't returned home.
We're connected.
What for? I don't know.
I was hoping that we could find that answer together.
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC.]
Not to be overly sentimental, but, uh, I've missed this place.
We'd love to reminisce with you, but your Time Bureau's on our tail.
Makes us slow to help you out.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
I'll get down to it, then.
When I permitted the Legends to keep the Waverider Nobody permits us to do anything.
I had an ulterior motive.
Why does that not surprise me? For the last five years, I've been chasing a phantom.
A name whispered across time and in every language.
Mallus.
The Phantom Mollusk? An evil shellfish? "Mall-us.
" An evil so ancient and powerful that the Time Masters dared not speak his name.
Now, I believe that he is recruiting allies from throughout time to his cause.
Now, anachronisms are the result of your breaking time.
It was her idea.
But these outliers, they are most certainly the work of Mallus.
Now, the Time Bureau is a bureaucracy and lacks the imagination to understand this particular threat.
And Director Bennett objects to my crusade.
Hmm.
I'm alone out here.
So what I'm hearing is, your hot new girlfriend dumped you and now you're crawling back to your ex.
[GROANS.]
And I'm no one's side piece.
You know, I think they're onto something here.
Look, sweetie.
We would love to take you back, but we don't know how we could trust you again.
Would circumstances be any different if I were to call off my hot new girlfriend's pursuit of you? [TOGETHER.]
Hmm.
[SIGHS.]
Deal.
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
All right, what's your plan? Right, this outlier The vampire Is most likely the objective of Mallus.
Catch the vampire, catch Mallus.
Sounds like we're gonna need vampire bait.
Yep.
Me? Is it 'cause I'm handsome? Pretty.
Pretty handsome.
[BELL TOWER CHIMES.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Overcrowding and poverty made Whitechapel a breeding ground for criminal activity, culminating in the Ripper's murders right around well, now.
Isn't history fascinating? It certainly is.
Trusting the Englishman was a damn mistake.
You know we're all on comms, don't you, Mr.
Rory? I don't give a rat's ass.
No sign of any vampires.
I wish this was like a Kristen Stewart type, all broody and sparkly.
Vampires don't sparkle.
You know, Mick, you and the vamp have a lot in common.
You both like to sleep in, and, you know, kill people.
[EERIE MUSIC.]
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
Stein? What are you doing out here? Looking for you, dear boy.
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
- [DEVICE BEEPS.]
- Nate.
Nate? We seem to have lost Dr.
Heywood.
Nate, answer me.
Look.
- He's got Dr.
Heywood.
- Let's cut him off.
[GRUNTS.]
- [GUNSHOT.]
- Whoa! [GRUNTS.]
[HORSE WHINNIES.]
Well, that was invigorating.
You find Pretty? No, we lost him.
We found potatoes.
[SIGHS.]
Never fear.
The game's afoot.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
"Methought I heard a voice cry, 'Sleep no more!'" Professor Stein? No.
Shakespeare, actually.
And it's Sir Stein to you.
It's not every actor who is knighted.
Oh, God.
This can't be happening.
Thanks to your lifeblood, my master will finally make his return.
But there's much to be done in the meantime.
[CHUCKLES.]
[SIGHS.]
Yeah, well, that wasn't creepy.
Ow.
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
Sara? Nate, where are you? I don't know, but I just had a chat with Professor Stein's weird lookalike evil cousin.
Great-great grandfather, to be exact.
The famous stage actor, Sir Henry Stein.
Astonishing.
The the chances of us running into one of my ancestors are astronomical.
Family lore recalls him as being an eccentric.
But then, what can one expect from an actor? He's also an occult weirdo who kidnapped me to feed his master.
Excellent.
The vampire will lead us to Mallus.
Stay where you are, Dr.
Heywood.
Yeah, that's not gonna be a problem.
Whatever they roofied me with fritzed out my powers.
Can you describe where you are? Uh, like a an operating room? All I know is there's a spooky-ass red moon painting on the wall.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- What's that? - It's, uh It's some of my research on Mallus.
"Beware the blood-red moon, when the door that separates death from life will be opened.
" It's the first line of an oath taken by the Order of the Shrouded Compass, an infamous secret society of London's aristocracy obsessed with the occult.
That sounds like the perfect place for an out-of-time vampire to take refuge.
Yes, well, the Order also believe in the magical properties associated with a total lunar eclipse.
Which is set to occur right here in London tonight.
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
[SOFT HARPSICHORD MUSIC.]
If I wasn't vampire hunting, I'd rob these rich bastards blind.
Hunting a tiger for sport is Is just perverse.
I can't believe we're in a time where women can't vote and the Internet's not a thing.
Savages.
[EXHALES.]
Anyone who doesn't have a reflection, they're getting a stake.
Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.
Truly uncanny.
It's that 'stache that's astonishing.
I know you're not here for idle chitchat and aperitifs.
So please allow me to introduce the star of the evening, a famed mystic who has come all the way from America to communicate with the dead.
Madame Eleanor.
[DEEP BREATHING.]
Can't believe people are buying this garbage.
I sense someone in the room who longs to speak to a departed loved one.
Come.
Sit at my table, if you have no fear.
Since we can't hack the watch for its GPS data, we're gonna have to solve this one the old-fashioned way.
- With fingerprints.
- [DEVICE BEEPING.]
Okay, we got the coroner's fingerprints.
- Uh-huh.
- And the second one is mine, obviously, and the third one is unidentifiable, and the fourth one is Oliver Queen? Oliver's a s me-traveling vampire from the future? We got to call Team Arrow, figure out what the heck's going on.
Return of the Mack Pump up the world Return of the Mack Watch my flow Return of the Mack, you know - [DOOR OPENS.]
- About time.
I'm as excited as you are.
But we all must wait for the blood-red moon before the ceremony may begin.
Oh, gross.
If you need me, I'll be, um I'll be right over here.
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
Sara, I could really use a rescue right now.
We're working on it.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Do you remember our mission from the Greyhill Building? Like it was yesterday.
[PLAYFUL MUSIC.]
Oh, excuse me.
Uh Could you tell me where the powder room is? Oh! [GRUNTS.]
[GLASS SHATTERS.]
Oh, I've missed this.
Everyone, please join hands.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
There is a doubter among us.
I, too, was a skeptic once, before the spirits spoke to me.
But now I am their conduit.
[CHUCKLES.]
[ELECTRIC BUZZING.]
[GASPING.]
[DEEP DISTORTED VOICE.]
Khaahar.
Do you remember the night they came for us? How fast you ran? You abandoned me, Khaahar.
You let them kill me so you could live.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- No.
- You are scared now.
Just as you were scared of A.
R.
G.
U.
S.
then.
So much fear.
You were my big sister.
You should have protected me.
- Please - Stop this at once.
You heard the lady.
[GASPS.]
Sara, our cover is blown.
We need to leave.
Wait, the vampire That was you? A two-pronged needle by my own invention is hardly vampiric.
Then who's the stiff? [GASPS.]
- Nate, are you okay? - Does it look like I'm okay? Instead of a sexy vampire, I got stuck with this weirdo.
He's all yours.
[GRUNTING, BLOWS FALLING.]
[GRUNTS.]
The Order has plans for our time-displaced corpse.
That's why they're kidnapping men and draining their blood.
It's for their ceremony.
Shall we find out who it is? [INTENSE STRING MUSIC.]
Whoa, guys, I am digging the digs.
I mean, I have some serious lab envy over here.
Yeah? Well, check this out.
- [DEVICE BEEPS.]
- Whoa, okay, wow.
Uh, well, I've analyzed that unidentified print and got back 100,000 possible variations on a complete friction ridge.
Okay, so, do we have a match? Unfortunately.
I hope you guys have a bar on that ship, because you're gonna need a drink.
The watch belongs to Damien Darhk.
Darhk must be integral to Mallus' plan.
We can't leave Damien Darhk's body to be resurrected.
Uh, Darhk may be a madman, but he's not the madman we're presently after.
Guys, we have definitely overstayed our welcome.
[CRASHING, PEOPLE SHOUTING.]
Fall back.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
The hell is going on? We're not killing vampires anymore? Captain Lance, need I remind you we are no longer just fixing ordinary anachronisms here.
Mallus is the only game that matters.
No, it's your game.
We have to stop Damien Darhk from coming back to life.
And we will.
But from all indications, Mallus is coming here to recruit Darhk.
If we destroy Darhk's body, we destroy any chance of apprehending Mallus at the resurrection ceremony.
If Sara says, "Kill Darhk," or "Re-kill Darhk," or "Prop him up in a convertible like 'Weekend at Bernie's, '" that's what we do, because she's the captain.
I know that you all want to destroy Darhk once and for all.
You're just gonna have to be patient.
I'd like to speak to you in private.
Good luck in there.
I'm not letting Damien Darhk come back to life.
Full stop.
You've lost perspective.
You're letting personal prejudice cloud your judgment.
If I had, I wouldn't have put Damien Darhk back into the timeline and erased his memory so that he could kill my sister.
Again.
Look, Sara.
I understand how perilous it would be for Mr.
Darhk to return.
Do you? Because I'm the only one in this room that's been resurrected, and it wasn't an improvement.
All right.
You're right.
You've got to understand, Sara, that I've been chasing Mallus for so long that perhaps it is I who's lost perspective.
Never gonna learn how to knock, are you? I'm concerned about you.
I know that you think that woman channeled your brother.
[SIGHS.]
His name was Behrad.
The night A.
R.
G.
U.
S.
came for us, I ran.
I knew he was staying to fight, but I was scared.
I left my brother there to die.
You happy? Now you know my secret.
Sorry.
You know, I don't I don't want this anymore.
Whatever's going on with it or with us, I I don't care.
That totem is your only remaining connection to him.
It's not a connection.
It's a reminder that I should have been the one who died.
You know, it's kind of weird not being able to sense Stein's emotions.
Don't tell me you're missing your psychic connection.
Oh, c-come on.
Of course not.
- Well, maybe a little, but - Aha! I've uncovered your ruse.
You've been using my lab Your lab? To impede our psychic connection.
It's the very foundation of Firestorm.
Actually, that's That's the foundation of Firestorm.
It's the formulae for building a thermocore.
No, I was playing hangman.
Q! Q Grey, don't take this out on Ray.
He was just helping me figure out a way we could, uh break up Firestorm.
So that you could go home, and I could stay on the ship.
Oh, I see.
So are you cool with this? Why wouldn't I be? After all, you've only been Been here tinkering in secret with how to split up a walking, talking, living nuclear reactor.
- Of course I'm cool with it.
- Okay.
After everything we've been through, how could you attempt something of this magnitude behind my back? Grey, it's not like [SIGHS.]
Oh, it seems we both share a craving for solitude.
- Is everyone aboard the ship? - As far as I'm aware.
Is there something I can do for you? In fact, there is.
If you'd please tell Captain Lance that I'm sorry.
[BEEPING.]
What are you doing? Gideon, initiate Gentleman's Dreadnought.
Command code recognized.
Are you sure, Director Hunter? She left me no choice.
[ELECTRIC WHIRRING.]
- Seven, six, five - Gideon! Four, three, two [PANTING.]
It's Mr.
Hunter.
- One.
- What's he done? [ELECTRIC WHIRRING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
All the exits are locked.
And I can't override the command.
Damn it, Rip.
Told you we should never have trusted the Englishman.
Where's Zari? Come in.
I was hoping we might meet again.
You channeled my brother earlier.
I need to talk to him again.
Well, I'm sorry.
I cannot merely summon the dead at whim.
Please, I need to tell him that I'm sorry.
And I have a way to bring him back.
I can save him this time.
I could try.
I would need a memento, something that belonged to him that I could focus my energy on.
Would this work? [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
So much power.
And you give it away so easily.
A mistake you're unlikely to repeat.
- Hmm? - Madame Eleanor.
The blood-red moon beckons.
[YELLS.]
[WHOOSHING.]
Restrain her.
I must prepare for the ceremony.
Damn, Gideon, how many secret commands did Rip program you with? I believe this was the last of them, Captain.
Well, I'm captain now, and I order you to override Rip's orders and ready the ship for takeoff.
Right away, Captain Lance.
Director Hunter's command allows you to fly the Waverider, just not let any of you off of it.
Well, it's a start.
Plot a course for the Shrouded Compass.
Damn right, Cap-i-tan.
And bring the ship's weapon system online.
Needless to say, it's highly likely that Mr.
Hunter is in that building.
And I'm willing to bet that so is Zari.
You want an omelet, you got to crack a few eggs.
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
[ENGINES ROARING.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
When you welcomed me to the Order, you were seeking proof.
Evidence that life does not have to end with death.
But the power that courses through my veins is not mine own.
It is a gift.
From Mallus.
[MACHINERY TURNING.]
Stop this abomination! [SHIMMERING.]
[OVERLAPPING VOICES.]
Your so-called master, where is he? Mallus is everywhere and nowhere, refracted in every moment of time.
He is dead.
He is risen.
And he will come again.
Right, well, that's very cryptic.
But I demand to speak to him.
Oh.
Well, very well.
[WHOOSHING.]
[GASPS.]
[DEEP DISTORTED VOICE.]
Director Hunter.
A pleasure to meet you.
Oh, I'm not here to speak to your puppet.
I think it's about time you and I met face-to-face.
[LAUGHS.]
You cannot look upon my true form and live.
While you are hopelessly mortal, I am a god.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES.]
[GASPS.]
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
You're too late.
[INHALES.]
[CROWD GASPING.]
It's good to be back.
[GRUNTS.]
[WEAPONS CLATTERING.]
[LAUGHING.]
Who stole my watch? Our coordinates say we're right above the Order.
- Prepare the shock-missiles.
- Three pages left.
What are you doing? Zari's in there.
I need you to target the cargo bay.
Our cargo bay? Shouldn't we have a team vote first? If anybody has a better idea how to get the ship open, now's the time.
Trust me, Jax.
Fire.
[SIGHS.]
Shock-missiles away, Captain.
Oh, this is gonna suck so bad.
Uh, Grey, if we're gonna die, I don't want us to go out mad at each other.
So, uh, I can't remember what for, but I'm sorry.
You were just thinking of me.
Actually, I should be thanking you.
Aww, who wants to hold hands? Ray, it's not freakin' "Toy Story 3.
" Everyone shut up.
I got one page left.
[ALARMS BEEPING.]
[ROCKETS ROARING.]
[EXPLOSIONS.]
[MARK MORRISON'S "RETURN OF THE MACK".]
Oh Come on Oh, yeah Well, I tried to tell you so Yes, I did But I guess you didn't know As I said the story goes [SCREAMS.]
[RECORD SCRATCHES.]
[SONG RESUMES.]
Return of the Mack Return of the Mack, come on Return of the Mack, oh, my God You know that I'll be back, here I am Return of the Mack, once again Return of the Mack, pump up the world Return of the Mack, watch my flow [RECORD SCRATCHES.]
[ELECTRIC BUZZING.]
[BULLET CLINKS.]
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC.]
[GASPS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Any last words, Rip? Yes, I remember you.
I remember everything.
[GROANS.]
[EXCITING MUSIC.]
- Remember us? - [LAUGHS.]
Oh, goodie.
More Legends.
Here to kill me, I assume.
This time it'll stick.
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[WHOOSHING.]
That's my totem.
[PANTING.]
Let's go.
Till we meet again.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES.]
[ENGINE WHOOSHING.]
Mmm, not bad.
A little tart.
If you can believe it, Clarissa prefers - to eat her grapefruit - With salt.
Yeah, I remember.
How I got Ray to restore our psychic connection.
I can feel how much you're missing your family.
Ever since baby Ronnie was born, it's only gotten worse.
It's like there's a hole in my chest.
I'm so sorry.
I never expected the birth of my grandson would make being away that much more painful.
And I certainly never wanted you to share this burden.
But with this new Mallus threat, and the return of Damien Darhk, the team needs Firestorm more than ever.
Yeah, and the team can get Firestorm, and you can go home, if we can stabilize the Matrix into my body.
T.
S.
Eliot once said, "Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
" So, when do we start? As soon as I, uh, fix that giant hole in the cargo bay.
- Well, good luck with that.
- Yeah.
[CHUCKLES.]
[BLOWS FALLING, CHARACTERS WHOOPING.]
Yeah.
[VIDEO GAME MUSIC.]
Knock, knock.
Still not knocking.
[GAME BEEPS.]
You want to sit? Sure.
Thanks.
This is gonna sound weird, but when my amulet came back to me, I felt Behrad's presence.
Like, almost like he was with me.
That doesn't sound weird at all.
God, first A.
R.
G.
U.
S.
, then that Water Witch.
And now some formerly dead guy all want to kill me.
My ancestor told me that the totems' strength grows when the threats we face become more powerful.
Fantastic.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
I think what she meant is that you and I are gonna become great friends.
And we'll defeat whatever evil comes, together.
I like that.
[SOFT MUSIC.]
We need to talk.
By now you know me better than to expect an apology.
Agents are dead because of you.
They understood the risks of their profession.
But we learned so much from the events of last night.
Next time There won't be a next time, Rip.
You show up out of nowhere practically begging for our help, and then you betray us.
You've gone rogue from every organization that you've ever been a part of.
'Cause you don't trust anyone.
I don't know how I could have ever trusted you.
Sara, I need you with me now more than ever.
Do you remember when you told me you had nothing left to teach me? I guess you had one final lesson.
[SHIMMERING.]
How to be a cold son of a bitch.
- Director Bennett.
- Director Hunter.
You've called in your last chit.
I should never have sanctioned last night's mission.
But the mission proved that Mallus is real.
Explain it to the tribunal.
In the meantime, you are being detained and suspended from active duty.
You can't detain me.
I I created the Bureau.
Then you of all people should know that no one is exempt from its rules.
Agent Sharpe.
Thank you for notifying us of Director Hunter's whereabouts.
Now the Legends are free to fly the skies? Affirmative.
The Time Bureau has bigger things to worry about than a bunch of idiots.
Mallus is getting stronger, Captain Lance.
Last night was only the beginning.
There is a war coming.
And history needs you to be ready.
You and the rest of the Legends.
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
[SHIMMERING.]