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"...

You need to learn to embrace your human side.

And what if that side of me is gone?

What if she doesn't exist anymore?

No, this is a dictatorship.

You get to call all the shots,

and I get to take all the shots.

The most powerful evil the world has ever known

has just gone Red at the height of the Cold War.

Valentina Vostok?

She's trying to build a Soviet Firestorm.

Your comrade here tells me you know quite a bit

about this project of mine.

They're hanging us out to dry, Rip!

I need backup!

Half the team is gone.

I'm gonna remember that, comrade.

You and Dr. Vostok have much work to do in the morning.

Incredible.

This is the exact formula

for the thermocore that's needed to build a new Firestorm.

How did you manage to arrive at something

that took decades to produce?

But here's what I don't understand.

The Firestorm Matrix is unstable.

The thermocore reacts exponentially

to the rate of fission in the host body.

Well, fortunately, Dr. Wells developed the Quantum Splicer

to address that very problem.

I-I'm so happy to see that you're taking an interest in my work.

What can I say, sir?

Nuclear physics is my passion.

Sir?

The Cisco I know never dwelled on formality.

What's more, your hair is different,

your wardrobe neat, your comportment gentlemanly.

Oh, yeah, you like?

I just subscribed to GQ?

A snide attempt at humor...

almost Cisco-like.

Almost.

What are you implying?

What I am stating unequivocally, sir...

is that you are not Cisco,

which means I am not in S.T.A.R. Labs.

Furthermore, I will never,

never give you the formula.

Bravo, Professor Stein.

What cocktail of hallucinogens have you given me, Doctor?

Don't worry.

I would never dream of damaging that beautiful mind of yours.

I simply want to open it.

Finish the formula, and these little games of ours can stop.

You'll never trick me into giving up my research.

And since you also cannot kill me

and destroy any hope of creating a Soviet Firestorm,

I would like a hot shower

and a change of clothes.

And I thought I gave a good speech.

I'm sorry. Have we met?

11 years ago,

you bought a nuclear warhead off me in Norway.

And then you and your time-traveling friends

tried to kill me.

Just like me, you haven't aged a day.

I have a good hairdresser.

In my long life,

I have met some of the most skilled interrogators in history,

but since we are in the Soviet Union,

let me tell you a story about a friend of mine--

Joseph Stalin.

He became quite skilled at breaking a man--

carefully aimed strikes to the bridge of the nose,

along the shoulder blades,

and right underneath the chin.

Stalin gave me this as a gift.

So it's to be torture, then?

Get on with it.

No.

Nothing so prosaic for you, Professor.

There are infinite ways to break a man,

and I have an infinite amount of time.

Firestorm is my life's work.

I will never allow you to pervert it

in pursuit of global conquest.

This is going to be so much fun.

Jefferson! Jefferson!

Jax?

What are you doing in here?

Hey, are you all right?

Yeah, I, uh--

I haven't been able to sleep the past two nights.

I prescribed Mr. Jackson some mild medication.

Which don't seem to be doing a damn thing.

What's wrong?

Ah, it's Stein.

They started in on him again.

He's scared to death. I-I can feel it.

He's trying to be strong, but...

We're gonna get him back.

Ray and Rory too.

I'm sure Captain Hunter has a plan.

It's my fault he got captured.

If--if he wasn't trying to protect me,

he would have never gone in there alone.

It's gonna be okay, Jax, I promise.

You don't know what kind of place they got him locked up in.

Labor Camp Number 54--

formerly known as the Koshmar or "Nightmare" Gulag.

Built in the 18th century--

Can we skip past the Wikipedia crap

and get to the good stuff, like how to break in?

Perhaps you didn't register that as a question, Gideon.

I understood, but in its 200 years of operation,

no one has successfully escaped from--

No offense, Gideon,

but I never met a building I couldn't break into.

Well, I hope you're right.

Savage knows that Stein created Firestorm,

but if he finds out that he is Firestorm--

Always Savage with you, isn't it?

My partner's in prison too.

And Ray. - Yeah, whatever.

The point is you didn't lift a finger.

You know damn well it was never my intention

to get them thrown into a gulag,

but I had no other option.

Besides, I doubt that it's Mr. Rory's first time in prison

or second or, I imagine, tenth.

All right, arguing is not gonna bring the team back any faster.

And Rip's right.

Criminals usually do feel more at home in prison,

and they know it better than anyone else.

So?

So what if the key to breaking in

is asking someone who's been in and out of Soviet prisons

their whole life?

And who might that be?

Are you familiar with the Bratva?

The Russian Mob?

In 1986, they would have ruled the criminal underground

inside every prison.

Your tattoo.

It stands for "Menia Ispravit Rasstrel"

if I'm not mistaken.

In English, it translates to, "Execution Will Reform Me."

What brings you to the banya, little man?

The name's Rip.

I understand that you're familiar with the Koshmar Gulag.

We need to break into that prison.

And can you make it fast? I despise the heat.

A man by the name of Vandal Savage

runs a secret operation out of it--

a prison within a prison, if you will.

I've heard of this Savage.

He has no respect for my country's rich criminal traditions.

So you'll help us?

You men have no tattoos.

And a man who has no life story cannot be trusted.

Igor! Andrei!

Don't all volunteer at once.

Igor and Andrei seem to be a bit preoccupied.

Now, about that gulag...

No matter.

In this life, a man fights for himself.

Perhaps you'd like this one.

He's all yours.

So you like having Vandal Savage

run his evil empire from your country?

As much as a pig enjoys being Christmas dinner.

Help us, and we will destroy his entire operation.

I just took out six men. You guys couldn't handle one?

You killed my men?

They're not dead yet.

And neither are you, assuming you help us.

My organization runs black-market goods into Koshmar.

Three of our, uh, well, comrades

are being held there by Savage.

Koshmar is not a hotel for petty criminals.

If your friends are there,

they must be insane, ruthless animals.

How you doing? - What the hell are you doing?

Just being friendly.

This must be where they keep the VIPs.

This is prison, jackass. There are no VIPs.

Some of these guys have been here for a while.

Hey, maybe this guy knows where Stein is.

The only thing you should be worrying about, Pretty,

is lasting the night.

Stein needs help. He's in real trouble.