DC's Legends of Tomorrow

In 2166, an immortal tyrant named Vandal Savage

conquered the world and murdered my wife and child.

I have assembled an elite team to hunt him throughout time

and stop his rise to power.

Unfortunately, my plan is opposed

by the body I'd sworn my allegiance to:

the Time Masters.

In the future, my friends may not be heroes,

but if we succeed,

they will be remembered as legends.

Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...

Ray! Ray, I need you! Please!

I thought you were dead.

Well, not only did you fail to capture Savage.

You also exposed yourselves and your powers to him,

giving away the element of surprise

for now and all time.

I let you go, you'll deliver the Waverider.

Boys, ship's all yours.

You're a liability to the team.

Only one of us is walking out of here alive.

Tommy, promise me you won't go too fast.

You got to hold on to something, honey.

- Preferably me. - Remember.

Just 'cause you stole your grandma's wheels

don't mean you got to drive like her.

You run your mouth pretty fast.

Let's see if your car can keep up.

- Whoo! - Let's go!

Whoo!

Tommy, watch it!

Yo, James Dean!

Are you...

What's that?

I think that's a comet or something.

It's a meteorite,

in point of fact.

I was drawn to it as well.

Your presence out here was unexpected.

Or perhaps that's just another word for...

destiny.

I'm not the only one whose vision is blurry

in their left eye, am I?

- Oh. - Seeing three of everything?

That's normal, right?

Yes, as I mentioned before,

the effect of time travel on the human body

increases with the length of each jaunt.

So where are we?

Harmony Falls, Oregon.

According to Captain Baxter's intel,

Savage makes an appearance in this quaint little hamlet.

What the hell is Savage doing in Pleasantville?

Murder, apparently.

Several denizens of Harmony Falls

have been brutally slain,

and others have gone missing.

Huh. Kind of like Rory.

Reports are vague, but it seems like

the killer is an expert with knives.

That sounds like Savage's MO.

Yeah, but serial killing isn't.

Sounds pretty small-time for a guy

who's had coffee with Hitler.

Yeah, well, clearly we have to assume that Savage

has a larger, more nefarious plan.

But since we've jumped back in time,

Savage isn't expecting us here.

Savage is pretty good at hiding,

even in a small town,

so how do you plan to find him?

By investigating these murders.

Now, there has to be a common link

between the victims,

starting with the first.

A piano teacher was found slain in her home,

which is now on the market.

There is, of course, crown molding.

All original floors.

Stucco ceiling.

There's a small room above the garage,

suitable for live-in help.

Oh, well, we don't need a maid.

My husband and I get along just fine on our own.

You know, I have a lovely Tudor style

in another town.

A more... accepting one.

Forward-thinking.

No, that's... that's fine.

I like my towns backward.

Dr. Matt Miller was found murdered

on the grounds of the asylum where he worked.

The sanitarium is in need of a replacement.

It's a very impressive facility.

I did my doctoral thesis on socio-pathology

in relationship to serial murder, actually.

Well, that'll certainly come in handy around here.

We've been short-staffed ever since

Dr. Miller's sudden demise.

Of course, I could never consider

accepting a position here

without my faithful nurse/assistant.

Yes, well,

she looks like she'll fit right in.

Meanwhile, Jefferson is the perfect age

to discern the facts behind the disappearance

of three teenagers who went missing

a week before these murders began.

So Raymond and Kendra are shacking up,

Sara's Nurse Ratched,

and Jax's the new kid in town.

Where does that leave me?

We're looking for the sheriff.

Well, you found him.

Bud Ellison.

How can I help you, folks?

Special Agent Rip Hunter.

This is my partner, Leonard.

We are here to investigate the serial murders

which have plagued this sleepy old town of yours.

Whoa. Now, slow down there, buddy.

There ain't no serial killer anywhere.

All we got is some unexplained accidents is all.

How about you hand over those case files

so we can decide for ourselves?

Or we can come back with a court order

and a really nasty disposition.

Anything for our friends at the bureau.

Nice work, partner.

You're not my partner.

There's only one person I ever trusted on this job,

and we all know how that turned out.

Schwinn Hornets.

I had the very same one when I was their age.

Seeing white picket fences

and perfect family houses,

it's enough to make one nostalgic.

Or nauseated.

Oh, come on, Ms. Lance.

Even someone as jaded as yourself

can't deny how idyllic this time was.

Yeah.

If you're white.

And a man.

And straight. And...

Okay, okay. I get the point.

Dude, even if this town

wasn't full of small-minded idiots,

it'd still be creepy as hell.

I used to watch all these old horror movies with my mom,

and they all started off in places like this.

See, first it's all perfect,

and then, boom, some alien monster beast thing

starts killing kids on Lovers' Lane.

- Ooh. - I'm telling you, man.

What is it?

An unhappy cheerleader.

Now, that is scary.

That girl was from the newspaper articles

Rip showed us.

She knows the guys that went missing.

Perhaps she can illuminate us as to their whereabouts.

Dude, can you not just say,

"Hey, Jax, why don't you go talk to her

and find out what she knows?"

Like a normal person.

Hey, Jax,

why don't you just go do that?

All right. We mustn't dawdle.

I believe our lunch hour is nearly at an end.

Come along, Nurse.

Just so you know,

Ra's al Ghul taught me how to kill someone slowly,

over the course of days.

Hey, you mind if I sit?

You can't sit with him.

What is up with them?

Um...

I-I don't think they've seen anyone...

Dip their fries in their milk shake before?

Oh.

Mm-mm, don't knock it till you tried it, girl.

No.

Okay.

- Okay, that's really good. - Right?

Yeah.

- I'm Jax. - Betty.

Nice to meet you, Betty.

Hey, Betty.

Just because your boyfriend went AWOL

doesn't mean you have to slum it with this loser.

Why don't you do yourself a favor, Biff?

Keep walking before you really,

really embarrass yourself.

What? You want to take a swing at me?

Hey. Let's go.

This isn't over.

I am so sorry about that.

- Uh, where were we? - No, that was amazing.

Do you want to hang out tomorrow night?