DC's Legends of Tomorrow

How will we be remembered?

Will it be for saving the world twice?

Nope, we're the team who broke time.

That's right, history has been torn to shreds,

which means it's up to us

to put it back together again piece by piece,

fixing these so-called anachronisms

before we get torn to shreds.

So please don't call us heroes.

We're legends.

Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...

I told you, I was leaving to create an organization

to replace the Time Masters.

- 15 minutes ago. - For you.

Forming the Time Bureau has been the work

of the last five years of my life.

They are undependable, unpredictable, dangerous.

Yeah.

My decision to leave had nothing to do with you.

I could feel myself losing control.

The animal was in charge, not me.

Tell me what we're facing here.

That information is need-to-know.

Welcome back, Kuasa.

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This is A.R.G.U.S.

Anti-meta-human curfew is in effect.

Citizens, please stay in your homes.

HQ, this is Transport X-17.

En route to facility.

Copy, X-17.

Standing by to receive prisoner.

What the hell?

Hey!

Code 99.

We have a code 99!

So there's this theory

that the phrase "bring home the bacon"

started in a town in Old England.

Bacon was awarded to any man who can truthfully say

he and his wife had not argued that past year.

The same cannot be said of you and Ms. Jiwe, however.

No, because I'm eating bacon.

- But since you asked... - I didn't.

Hey, it is a little awkward.

I mean, I am a little resentful...

Please, if you need to discuss this with someone,

- I would suggest Amaya. - Yeah, I know.

We should talk things out, but...

Amaya.

Acute arachnoid somnambulism.

Now, this really is fascinating.

Oh, my God.

She's having a dream she's a spider.

We gotta wake her up before she crawls into the engine.

Amaya!

You're not supposed to wake a sleepwalker,

especially when they're stuck to the ceiling.

Why not? Amaya!

That's why.

Are you okay?

I... I was... I was having a nightmare.

And in the process, summoned the ashe of a spider.

Astonishing!

No, Martin. It isn't.

What if I summoned a rhino

and I crashed through the hull of the ship?

Or a lion and I mauled someone?

Well, if the victim was Mr. Rory, I can imagine...

It's gonna be okay. We're gonna figure out

what's going on with you and your totem.

What do you think I've been trying to do

for the past six months?

In my experience,

there is no problem that cannot be solved

by the rigorous application of science.

It's a mystical totem, Martin.

I believe we should start in the med bay.

Please, please. Come with me. Come with me.

Code 99. This is Agent Gary Green.

Seattle, Washington, 2042.

I just witnessed a female meta of unknown origin.

She killed everyone.

Hey. What's going on?

We intercepted a distress call

from one of Rip's Time Bureau agents.

Why?

Actually, forget it. I don't care.

It's the dweeby one, Gary.

Still don't care.

Yeah, I gotta go with Mick on this one.

Why would we help those ass clowns?

I mean, that's not our job.

Hopefully that little time dweeb

learns his lesson.

Agreed, but last time I checked,

we help people who are in trouble.

I don't.

Something feels off about this place.

Yeah. Like, where is everybody?

Martial law. It's a police state.

How do you know?

I can smell pigs.

He's right.

All the cars on the street are military.

More pigs! Get down! Get down!

That's A.R.G.U.S.... covert paramilitary organization.

Yeah, but it seems they've forgotten how to be covert.

The signal we intercepted came from over there.

Should be here somewhere.

Gary! Gary!

Gary!

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

She's gonna kill me.

The chick from your distress call?

Agent Sharpe.

- She hates you guys. - Well, feeling's mutual.

Look, you said there was a female meta

killing everyone. What's going on?

No, this is classified Time Bureau business.

Open your mouth and say some words.

Guess you're gonna have to decide

who you're more afraid of,

Agent Sharpe or Mick here.

Uh...

the Bureau got a ping on some unregulated time travel.

But when I got here, the person I was supposed to arrest...

Was a meta-human who had no problem murdering people?

Her powers let her control water.

A human squirt gun. Big deal.

No, you guys really have no idea

how dangerous this woman is.

Dweeb's right. That chick's dangerous.

She just blew through those pigs like it was nothing.

Actually, I fought someone

with water powers like this a few years ago.

It was not very pleasant.

Well, why would a time-traveling meta-human

come to 2042 to kill a bunch of A.R.G.U.S. agents?

She didn't.

She came here to kill their prisoner.

Well, it looks like she struck out.

Something tells me

our assassin doesn't give up so easily.

- You got a plan, Captain? - Why?

We saved Four-eyes. Mission accomplished.

And Four-Eyes' mission was to prevent the anachronism.

You mean stop the water witch

before she kills whoever was in the back of that truck?

Gideon, scan A.R.G.U.S.' logs.

See if you can ID the prisoner.

I can do better than that, Captain.

I can project the prisoner's most likely destination.

Even better.

Zari Tomaz?

Come with us if you want to live.

Yeah, I used that one once.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Yeah, I don't know who you are or what you're doing,

but you're gonna lead A.R.G.U.S. right here.

No, don't worry. We can protect you.

Who's gonna protect you?

This is A.R.G.U.S.

Sara Lance, Nathaniel Heywood,

Raymond Palmer, and Mick Rory, you are listed

in the Meta-human Registry as missing.

You are hereby under arrest

for violating the Anti-Meta-human Act.

Anti-Meta-human?

Yeah, meta-humans have been illegal since 2021.

Didn't you guys get the memo?

No.

Well, nice to meet you. I'm out.

Wait, your life is still in danger!

- Remain where you are. - Ditto. Bye.

Detainment units have been notified.

Hate to destroy futuristic technology, but...

- Stand down! - Go! Go!

You are surrounded.

Under the Meta-human Act of 2021,

you are under arrest.

On the ground! Hands behind your head!

Final warning!

Do as they say.

You gotta be kidding me.

That's an order.

Don't suppose I get to call my lawyer.

- What? - I wanted to shoot someone.

All right, let's get back to the Waverider,

see if we can get a line on Tomaz.

Why? Pretty sure she just told us to screw off.

Doesn't change the fact that there's a rogue time traveler

trying to kill her.

I can see why.

Let's go.

There's nothing to worry about.

Gideon can't find anything medically wrong with you.

I told you, Martin, my problem is mystical.

It's not scientific.

Believe me, mysticism is merely science