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's the cute one,

George is the quiet one, there's 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 would be no Rolling Stones,

no Led Zep,

no Black Sabbath.

- Black Sabbath. - Yup.

- Well, then we... - We need to protect

these mopheads 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 screaming?

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 ya back on the ship, Nate.

- The British are coming! - The British are coming!

Whoo!

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 night year returning

displaced people to their proper place in history.

Four years doing the same old crap.

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

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 they all hiding?

I'm confused.

We are all happy that there was only one dragon, right?

We don't want to 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 communiqué

from Director Sharpe.

Ooh!

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.

Dammit!

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 said...

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.

And furthermore, that someone must have 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 a murder, for one...

But that someone must have had

a really big heart to give her a second chance.

You're a good guy, Ray Palmer.

- Okay, I gotta go. - No, no, 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 would be fun to come home to you.

I'm sorry.

Oh, that was 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.

Mm. Mm!

Okay, so why don't you, uh, 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

a 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.

Okay, reunion's over.

Time to go.

What am I looking at?