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"...

Sorry we're late.

Aren't you even a little bit happy to be back on the ship?

I was happy with that life we built together.

You think I was hunting you and your friends

because the Time Masters made me?

They barely had to ask.

Since I failed to bring you in,

the Time Masters want to bring me in.

They're called the Hunters, and they'll stop at nothing

till every single one of us is erased from the face of history.

- Do you have any suggestions? - Run.

_

Aah! It's been quite a while since I time-jumped

far enough to experience side effects.

Fond memories.

- I can't feel my face. - Fine feel I.

Linguistic dysplasia, that should pass shortly.

Better it now.

Am I the only one who can't feel their face?

I can't feel my... I better not say.

Mr. Rory appears unaffected.

What's going on? We time-jump?

Yeah, we time-jumped.

But "where to?" is the better question.

The town of Salvation, the Dakota territory, 1871.

I can't believe it... the Old West.

- This isn't going to work. - It'll buy us time.

We can hide out here while the Hunters search the other Fragmentations.

What if they decide to check this place first?

You know, feel free to loop us in whenever it's convenient.

As you've seen, time doesn't operate as is generally thought.

It wants to happen. It takes time to harden.

The... the timeline is unclear on occasion,

constantly in flux.

Hence the difficulty in locating Savage throughout history.

Indeed. And one of the other interesting notions

of time travel is the existence of Fragmentations.

Temporal blind spots,

specific places and times the Time Masters can't see.

The town of Salvation and its surrounding environs

are located within one of these Fragmentations.

So, basically, we're hiding out in the Old West

and hoping your boogeymen don't find us here.

The Hunters are not boogeymen.

And you better hope they don't find us.

Well, at least not until I get a chance

to "punch a few doggies" or "bust a bronco" or two.

Not that I condone animal cruelty.

It's just that I watched a lot of Westerns as a kid.

Alas, you'll have to enjoy the Old West from in here,

I'm afraid.

Oh, come on.

What's the harm in us just taking a look around?

With this group?

Clearly, you haven't been paying attention.

Ugh, if I'm in the Old West and I don't get to look around,

I'm going to kick myself.

I could help with that.

I'll keep an eye on them. Don't worry.

I'll be a good boy.

I look just like Wyatt Earp.

Now, the fabricator can make clothing,

but you're also going to need era-appropriate protection.

This era can get a little, uh, rough.

- Oh, six shooters? - Actually, most guns

of that time period had hammer blocks,

thus reducing the number of shots to five.

Now, this should go without saying,

but considering this group, I am going to say it...

only use these weapons in the case of extreme emergencies.

You make it sound like you're not coming with.

From your duster and revolver, I'd imagined you

as much an Old West aficionado as Dr. Palmer.

Indeed I am. But my time is best spent back here

on the ship, plotting our next move against Vandal Savage.

Besides, as Mr. Rory says, it's only a matter of time

before the Hunters find us here.

Don't worry. We're not going to put down roots.

Yeah, we'll stay out of trouble.

Mm, how I hope and pray that to be true.

Yahoo!

Remember, we're just here to get the lay of the land.

- No trouble. - Sure that'll happen.

I need a drink.

Wow. It's a real old-timey saloon.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Not at all, ma'am.

That tastes like gasoline.

Pretty much. Hit me again.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's no bother.

Time doesn't pass normally in the Vanishing Point.

It's been years since I've seen the bottom of a glass.

Years?

How long were you...

Chronos?

Never counted. Doesn't matter.

Turns out it was just another gig anyway.

Doesn't seem like it.

You're different now.

Better or worse?

Don't know yet.

You can handle your liquor. I like that.

I've been on more than a few dates with guys who thought

we'd get wasted and they'd get lucky,

but somehow they always ended up the ones under the table.

Mm.

You haven't drunk with me.

Is that a challenge, Mick?

Line them up.

Didn't know you played cards.

Like you, Mr. Snart, I am an enigma.

Raise.

Aha.

- Thank you, gentlemen. - I'm impressed.

My father was what some might call

a degenerate gambler, others would say criminal.

When I was old enough, he'd pull me in on some of his schemes.

I picked up a thing or two at a few of the card tables he frequented.

Then I took

a different path.

Like father, like son isn't always inevitable, Mr. Snart.

- I had a full boat. - As did I.

Full of kings, which beats your pair of queens.

Don't I look busy to you?

I'm sorry. I...

You spill another drop of that whiskey, and you will be.

Just because you're losing doesn't mean you have to pick on the waitstaff.

Mind your own business, grandpa.

Unhand the lady.

Now, now, boys, let's just take it easy.

Oh, when my friend here is being reasonable,

we know we have a problem.

I'm not the one with the problem.

You are.

You killed him.

You're welcome.

Clearly, the deceased was a friend of yours,

but my friend here...

Your friend drew first,

got put down.

It was a clean shot.

Do we look like we care about clean?

He has a point.

All right!

Playtime's over.

Anybody's got a problem with that,

they answer to me.

Thank you,

Mister...

Hex.

Jonah Hex.

You're not from around here, are you?

No.

My friends and I are, uh...

from out of town.

Way out of town.

All right.

Why don't you folks tell me where you're really from?

I'm not sure that's any of your business, sir.

Let me rephrase that.

Tell me when y'all from.

You seven stick out like a dog in a manger.

Like he said, we're not from around here.

You think you're the first time travelers I've ever come across?

Uh, yes.

Where is he?

I got some words that need saying.

Where is who?

Rip Hunter.

What is it about you people that whenever we go to a new timeline,

you feel the need to pick up...

strays?

Nice.

I didn't get to see it last time around.

Last time?

A long story, which we will not be telling.

My coat suits you good.

What are you doing here, Jonah?

Collecting on a bounty,

wetting my whistle,

when your friends here got in a lot of trouble.

We might've gotten into a barroom brawl back in town.

Well, that was entirely predictable.

One of them poured lead into a member of the Stillwater gang.

- Mr. Rory. - Snart, actually.

Oh, that was gonna be my next guess.

This guy tried to kill Grey.

Snart saved him.

And brought this town a whole lot of hell in the bargain.