DC's Legends of Tomorrow

Total mind-bender, right? You have no idea how many times

I've stumbled across one of my dead bodies.

When I said, "I'm gonna save all of humanity,

starting with you," I wasn't lying...

But tragically,

there is no antidote for a Zaguron sting.

See, what I gave you was a primer...

- The nanobots have completed their scan.

So I could make a new you.

The transition can be tough.

- Sara 2.0, alive and well! And that's just the beginning.

- Hey. Hey, wait, wait, wait. Wait, come here.

I got to let you in on a little secret.

All right, David-freaking Bowie?

Because tonight, tonight,

I am gonna propose to my girlfriend!

Hey. Hey, wait, wait, wait. Wait, come here.

I got to let you in on a little secret.

All right, David-freaking Bowie?

Because tonight, tonight, I am--

- Just want to check on you. Gideon said you haven't eaten.

- Not hungry. - Hey, but you got to eat.

What's the point?

She's gone, Nate. I'm just done, okay?

- Okay, well, if you need anything,

I guess you're gonna ask Gideon,

but I'm here for you, too. We all are.

- Thanks. How's everybody else doing?

- They're grieving in their own way.

- How is she? - Worse.

She still won't eat, and Gideon made her favorite quiche.

- What about that bloody video? - Still watching it on a loop.

We got to do something.

- We just need to give her some space.

When I lost Behrad, that's what I needed.

- Speaking of, where is B? - He won't leave the lab.

He's taking Sara's death almost as hard as Ava.

- All right. So we'll give Ava space,

but as your reluctant default interim captain,

I am ordering the rest of us

to stay together for moral support.

I'll go get B.

- You know what? I'll come with.

You're more of a reluctant default interim co-captain.

- What about Rory? If Sara is dead, then...

- Mick Rory is like a cockroach.

The bugger will survive anything.

Yeah!

That was great.

Except for the ear thing.

You want to go again?

- Why don't you see if Bishop put the barrier back up?

How can I tell if it's safe?

You just did.

- Once you're done with that, we rescue Sara.

- Once I'm done, I'm off this planet.

- What? You owe me.

For the sex?

I saved your life.

- "This" for "that," such a human way of thinking.

You have until the third moon sets.

Deal.

Oh, finally.

Do you mind?

Much better.

Ooh, I hate having broken bones.

They make these awful crunching sounds.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes, the plan. You're gonna love it!

Merging alien and human DNA.

I knew that was the answer,

but it turns out that kind of merger requires

an awesome degree of mental fortitude.

Hard to find, mental fortitude,

but you know who's got it in spades?

I'll give you three guesses.

Never mind, I'll give you zero.

I got them off these old romance novels by some lady,

Rebecca... Steel? No, Gold. Mm, Silver!

Anyway, your story was so inspiring.

Resilience, it seems, is the key.

Otherwise we get an Amelia Earhart situation.

You're sick.

- You want to see something sick?

Check this out. Hmm?

Photoshop Ava put this concept art together.

See? That's you, and that's you.

That's you, but also not you, a better you.

They're alien-Sara Lance hybrids,

and together, we'll colonize every planet in the galaxy

and begin the next chapter of the human race.

- You're gonna put millions of alien mes onto planets

billions of miles away. What are you, 6?

Uh-uh.

This is a symbol of your old life.

Why would I help you?

Because I died and you cloned me?

I die about once a year, and my girlfriend is a clone.

Now, I'm gonna get off this planet,

and I'm gonna propose to her with that ring.

Now, give it back to me, you son of a...

- Bummer! Thought this version of you would be cooler.

Take her to the incinerator. I'll just keep tinkering

until I get a version that cooperates.

- No version of me will ever help you!

Oh, and save the dress!

I'd hate to waste such a fine piece of silk.

- This is B squad. Delta sector's clear.

I really hate clones.

- Yeah, we don't care much for you either.

Whoa, whoa!

Give him some time. Mick is an acquired taste.

- Gary. - I believe

the words you're looking for are "thank you."

B!

B?

That's weird. That's his thinking music.

Gidget, where's my brother?

- Mr. Tarazi is not on the Waverider.

Oh, no.

It's his thinking weed.

- As your reluctant default interim co-captain,

we need to work on our shorthand,

because I don't understand what you're saying.

Oh, no.

Guys, we need backup.

Where the hell are we?

- Last year's finale. - What's a finale?

- You'll see. They're pretty fun,

I mean, except for the one where I died.

- Okay, shh. Has anyone seen our Behrad?

There he is.

- The Smell is up next! Come on!

I bloody love The Smell!

- Ooh! - Hey.

Did you think we wouldn't notice?

- I know there are a million reasons

why I shouldn't do this, but I am stopping Sara

from being abducted and dying, and you can't stop me!

Stop you?

- We're here to help you do it right.

- Should we really be strategizing

across from the Hole?

- None of us came here that night, mate.

- The only other building in the area

was a fireworks factory.

- All right. So what's the plan, bro?

- All right. We need to get Sara onto the Waverider

before the aliens arrive. I'm thinking fire alarm.

- No, the Hole doesn't have fire alarms.

The place is a death trap. I felt like I was back in hell.

- Why don't we ask Ava for a plan?

- No, no, no, no. Ava would never allow

something like this. It's too risky.

It's up to us to save Sara

without interacting with our former selves,

so at any point during the night,

did anyone slip away that would give us a window to step in?

- Honestly, mate, that night was a blur.

Do you remember anything?

- Well, I said goodbye forever to the love of my life,

so, yeah, I went pretty hard. Blur.

- Look, if we could pull this off,

we not only save Sara, but we prevent aliens

from scattering across the timeline.

- Wait, if there are never any aliens,

I never look for Spooner.

- And I never join y'all. lg

I mean, y'all are great,

but there were perks to my old life:

you know, never getting attacked

by alien Amelia Earhart,

never getting turned into a fork.

- That was one time. - Don't trust you.

- All right. Smoke o'clock. Wait, that's it!

I smoke every night at midnight, and tonight,

I went on the roof to smoke!

- That means the other you is out of the picture.

- And I can get Sara on the Waverider!

- "Sara, the Fates are back!" Nah, too obvious.

"Sara, Sara, your sister and dad called."

Are they even alive in this timeline?

- B? - Yes.