DC's Legends of Tomorrow

It all started when a man named Bishop

created a team of robots.

He sent them

to destroy the 20th century.

These machines were programmed

to think that they were beyond human.

That they were superheroes.

They made their way cross-country,

murdering some of the greatest figures in history.

Famous lawmen

and men of science.

Great Scott!

Finally, they kidnapped

the inventor of time travel itself

and, with his help, set their sights

on destroying all of history.

No one could stop these so-called legends,

not until we came along,

the real flesh-and-blood superheroes

whose job it is to put history back on track.

We are the real Legends of Tomorrow.

Gonna go get some drinks, okay?

You know, I'll tell you what. - What?

You made a pretty kick-ass boss.

Okay, I can't tell. Is that your serious voice,

or your making-fun-of-me voice?

Oh, just take the compliment.

Come on.

Oh, God.

The device can read all of Gideon's thoughts.

We got eyes on Bishop.

Bishop. What a lame-ass name.

If you'll allow me to install it,

I should have you ready to jump in 30 minutes.

Well, it looks like he managed to save

the time-terrorists' ship.

Oh, I can't wait to smash that janky-ass piece of junk.

I'm gonna-- - Cool it, Steel.

Not until we have IDs on all of them.

We've got eyes on three bots.

These dicks are having a party.

Idiots.

"Way to go, Legends.

We totally screwed up the timeline."

"Oh? Again."

Hey babe, would you rather take out robo-you or robo-me?

Both.

Hey, you just leave robo-me for me, okay?

Nobody's taking out anybody

until these civilians clear out.

Thank God.

Their sad little dance party is finally breaking up.

Gary, on my mark, you're gonna kill the lights.

No, Gary, we're not gonna save one so you can eat it.

They're droids. How dumb is he?

Here we go.

Three, two, one!

She's here.

Move, move!

All right, come on. Time machine's this way.

- And now it's that way. - You could've parked closer.

Whoo!

Eat lead, you stupid droids.

We've got 'em now.

Get down!

Go, go! Get down!

They're pinned down. I'm moving in.

I'll cover you.

No!

Go! Go! Come on.

I've got Bishop. Stay on the androids.

We have two down.

Where's the target?

Bishop's been eliminated, Legends got away.

God damn it!

Get these two to the med bay ASAP.

Those Legends might have got away this time,

but mark my words,

those suckers are gonna pay for this.

I should've never let these two out in the field.

Well, at least we got one of theirs.

What happened to Bishop's body?

Ah, damn, Gary. Your breath is terrible.

No, you can't eat them. These are your teammates.

Or they were.

I will avenge you, Zari.

I'll avenge you first, Astra.

Get them to the infirmary, stat.

Can't you see that they're dead?

Don't tell me how to run my OR,

and I won't tell you how to run your team, Captain.

Bring them to me.

Gideon!

Yes, Captain Lance?

Keep an eye on the timeline.

It won't be long before those idiots screw something else up.

Gideon, weren't the evil versions of us just in Russia?

You are correct, Mr. Heywood.

But the repercussions of the events they altered

are just starting to be felt throughout the timeline.

Where are they now?

Unclear, Captain.

It appears their team has gone dark.

There's a lot of red on that time thingy.

And one thing I do know, red ain't good.

It's that kind of insight

that makes you my right-hand man.

I thought it was 'cause I'm strong as steel.

And always hard.

I was joking.

Ha, got me! Good.

But seriously, you ever wonder why Bishop built

a bunch of time-traveling rogues that look like us?

'Cause he's a dick, and he hates history.

Doesn't make any sense.

I mean, why would they make it so some '20s songbird

doesn't get offed by her boyfriend?

A bunch of World War II factory workers get a promotion.

There's gotta be some rhyme or reason to it.

They seem to love saving history's greatest nobodies.

Eh, I wouldn't think about it too much, Captain.

Sorry.

You're probably right.

Let's get back to the task at hand.

Cleaning up the Legends' mess,

so we can finally catch up to them.

And this one

is gonna require a major cleanup.

Gideon, plot a course to Ukraine, 1986.

So we can punch history back into shape!

All right team, it's go time.

Gideon hasn't been able to identify

the exact nature of the aberration.

Why not?

I thought she was a supercomputer.

'Cause time's like cement, dumbass.

Just something Gideon used to say.

Whatever.

Time to rock and roll.

Time to save history for Astra.

For Zari.

Now, that's sweet, brother.

Yeah, I'm really touched, Spooner.

What?

They're alive?

Try not to have too much fun without me.

We're locating the epicenter for you.

So much for avenging their death.

It's just as well.

Gideon designated this a no-kill mission.

- Oh, come on! - So what are these?

I made them special for the mission.

I call them Destiny Restoration Devices.

Oh, what does it do?

I could take the time to explain

the exact science to you.

Science is lame.

You're lame!

Nice comeback.

Where'd you get that? Your mom?

Knock it off, you two.

Nate, take the team

to the epicenter of the aberration.

Lay low until I rendezvous with more information.

And what are you gonna do?

Something I need to look into.

Come on. Let's go.

Sorry to interrupt, Doc.

You should be in the field. I don't need to remind you

that your android doppelgangers are still at large.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank me for what?

That patch-up job you did on my team.

I thought they were goners.

They were lucky.

And back on their feet so soon.

I advised Zari and Astra to stay on the ship.

They're more suited for intelligence work.

You seem to have a lot of thoughts

on how I should run my team.

Do I?

Captain, I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I've identified the source of the aberration.

It's a Soviet military installation

located at the Chernobyl Nuclear Facility.

Sounds like you should be on your way.

Zari?

Her medical records. They're confidential.

Good luck out there, Captain.

Hopefully, you can bring your team back

in one piece this time.

I've harvested everything I can from the damaged units.

Gideon, fire up the incinerator.

Yes, Dr. Sharpe.

Let's hope these new versions work better than the last ones.

Nothing happening at the epicenter.

That's because it's on the move.

Headed your way.

The source of the aberration

appears to be in the lead vehicle.