DC's Legends of Tomorrow

Last season on Legends Of Tomorrow...

We have the six totems, but you can't fight what you can't see.

What if the only way to kill Mallus is to let him out?

Guys, we did it.

- My father's time stone. - He died to give you a second chance.

Don't waste it.

Whose brilliant idea was it

to let an ancient demon out of his bloody cage?

Well, you opened a door, love.

And Mallus wasn't the only thing that got out.

- -

The newest musical sensation to cross the Atlantic,

a group of young men from Liverpool who call themselves "the Beatles,"

have just arrived at JFK.

The Beatles, that's "B-E-A-T" because that's the way they keep the beat.

Hey, Z. If you had to sleep with one, which one would it be?

- How can you even tell them apart? -

Well, Paul is the cute one, George is the quiet one, and Ringo...

Never met an Englishman I haven't wanted to punch in the face.

Relax, Mick. If it wasn't for the British Invasion,

there'd be no Rolling Stones. No Led Zep.

No Black Sabbath.

- Black Sabbath. - Yep.

Well, we need to protect these mop-heads

from whatever's screwing up history.

That's right, Mick.

So, Gideon sent us on a wild goose chase.

This event in history is playing out exactly as it should.

The British are coming! The British are coming!

Interesting fact. The real Paul Revere didn't actually say...

Oh, my God. It's Paul Revere!

I got this.

Who are you people? Where am I?

Why are all those women...

And now for the midnight ride of Ray Revere.

Sorry, Nate Revere to the rescue.

Now ring the alarm back in 1775.

I got a country to save, suckers!

See you back on the ship, Nate.

The British are coming! The British are coming!

Geez. Who died?

Oh, come on. We just met the Beatles and saved Fourth of July.

No, it's cool. It's just all becoming, I don't know, old hat.

Yeah, we did spend all of last year

returning displaced people to their proper place in history.

Four years doing the same old crap.

I'm beginning to think Wally had the right idea.

He's taking time off, clearing his head, traveling the world...

Speaking of the same old crap, isn't that what he did last year?

Look. All I know is, Constantine promised us new mysterious monsters.

So, where are they all hiding?

I'm confused. We are all happy that there was only one dragon, right?

We don't wanna be fighting werewolves in the Alamo.

Eh...

Well, it would be good for our ratings.

What ratings?

Oh, you don't know? The Time Bureau rates all their employees.

But don't worry, we have a few dedicated fans.

Yeah, Gary doesn't count.

Who gives a damn about Time Pig ratings?

I want dragons.

What is wrong with you guys?

Don't you get it? Constantine was wrong.

Our crazy plan to let Mallus out worked.

Finally, we're not screw-ups forced to clean up our own mess.

For once in our lives, we are actual heroes.

Captain, I'm receiving a communique from Director Sharpe.

Ooh!

- Ow. - Put her on, Gideon.

Captain Lance.

I would like you and your team

to report to the Time Bureau immediately.

Copy that. Gideon, set a course for Star City.

I'm not talking about our field office, Miss Lance.

I meant our Time Bureau headquarters in D.C.

Over and out.

Damn it! Who told Ava about the dragon?

You sure that you can't tell us what all this is about?

Oh, I'd love to but the boss lady will kill me.

Mick.

- Talk - I can't. Director Sharpe's...

Whatever Ava threatened is nothing compared to

what I'm about to do to you.

You told her about the dragon head, didn't you, Gary?

What? No!

- Did Constantine get you to squeal? - I wish.

We looked. There are no more monsters.

This isn't what you think.

Then what the hell is it?

Surprise!

On behalf of the Time Bureau,

I would like to recognize Captain Lance and her crew

for fixing the final anachronism.

Congratulations.

- What does that even mean? - Well, it means that...

Paul Revere was the final crack in the timeline.

You, my friends, fixed history.

The same history we broke?

Just take the win.

I don't want your stinking medal.

- There's an open bar. - Where?

Sorry, Sara. I know you don't like surprises but...

I like this one.

Now, I was thinking maybe you could give me a tour

of the headquarters, Director Sharpe.

Gee, I really wonder how she managed to escape from the Time Bureau.

Yeah.

I mean... I mean, if I had to...

If I had to guess, I'd probably say that someone must have given Nora

her dead father's time stone.

Furthermore, that someone must've done it

in hopes that she would turn over a new leaf in life.

Sounds like that someone forgot about Nora's serious lack of ethics.

Around, you know, murder, for one.

But that someone must've had a really big heart

to give her a second chance.

You're a good guy, Ray Palmer.

- Okay, I gotta go. - Oh, no...

Yes, I gotta get back to the ship.

The Legends aren't used to being on furlough.

Come on, they will be fine for one night.

Besides, I was hoping that you and your team

would be spending more time here in 2018.

But mostly, you know, you.

With me.

In this apartment.

Ava Sharpe.

Are you trying to make a kept woman out of me?

What? No. I wouldn't dare.

I'm just saying that, you know,

since you fixed all the anachronisms, maybe you wouldn't mind being kept.

Just part of the time.

It'd be fun to come home to you.

I'm sorry. Oh. That was just stupid.

You just got back into town, and here I am hitching

the old U-Haul to the back of the Subaru.

- It was stupid. - No, no. Hey.

It wasn't that... I'm...

I'm just thinking and...

I'm ready to take the next step.

I am ready to be a partially kept woman.

Yes!

Come here.

Mmm. Mmm.

Okay. So why don't you rustle us up another bottle of champagne

and let's make this thing official?

- That I can do. - Yeah?

Hello, John.

You know, tonight really isn't the night for celebration, Sara.

The darkness, it's rising.

What are you doing? And what does that even mean?

Mallus wasn't the only prisoner to escape when you decided

to pull back the veil between our worlds.

And yet for the past five months, the timeline has been quiet.

If you wanted to come and see me, all you had to do was ask.

Five months is a blink of an eye for an immortal monster.

Look, this is your bloody mess, Sara,

so stop playing tiddlywinks with the missus and get ready

for the fight that's coming.

What if this is who I am now?

Really?

This is who you are.

Fuzzy throws and fluffy pink slippers.

I like my pink fluffy slippers.

- Huh. Yeah. - Okay, reunion's over. Time to go.

What am I looking at?

The knuckle bones of a martyred saint, obviously.

They act as a divining rod able to detect the presence of beings

not belonging to our world.

My team spent the last five months scouring the timeline

for another one of your mystical creatures.

You wanna know what we found?

Nothing.

What the hell are you doing here?

Is everything all right?

- Yeah, everything is great. - I was just telling Sara about...

About an exorcism that he has to do tomorrow in Georgetown.

It's really nothing you want to hear before bedtime.

Come back again soon now, John. Don't be shy about that doorbell.

I'll be seeing you around, Sharpie.

- -

Should I be worried about your ex-lover

breaking into my apartment or...

Well, I thought that this was our apartment.

You are smooth.

Don't forget the bubbly.

Bollocks.

Mick, what are you still doing here?

Machine's still spinning and I'm still standing.

You know what? Hook me up with one of those.

Now that we've fixed our last anachronism,

it's only a matter of time before the Bureau puts us out to pasture.

Which blows because being a Legend was the only thing I was good at.

Well, speak for yourself. I was a great criminal.

At least we got these cool medals.

Actually, the medal has to remain top secret because no one can know

about time-travel. So I'll just take these back now for safe-keeping.

What do you say you and I find some real action?

Mick, I'm 100% down.

Ooh. I'll come with.