DC's Legends of Tomorrow

Time travel is real, and so are its consequences.

When a terrible time paradox put all of history in peril,

an elite team was formed.

Their job... to protect history and repair these

so-called anachronisms.

Unfortunately, this is not that elite team.

And yet, this team of misfits and outcasts is determined

to fix the history which they have broken.

Not because they are heroes, but because they are legends.

Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...

Seeing Stein with his grandkid earlier...

You two are inseparable. Literally.

I want to break up Firestorm.

Your totem's strength grows

when the threats that you must face become more powerful.

But you cannot face this new threat alone.

That amulet is a totem. We're bound together somehow.

Cut the crap and tell me what we're facing here.

That information is need-to-know.

The only thing you need to know...

Your ridiculous team could never handle it.

They are the reason Mallus is a threat.

And there might just come a day when we need the Legends

to do what they do best.

You best stop following me, guv.

That is a most impressive scream.

In another era, you could have a career

alongside Vincent Price.

Rigor mortis hasn't set in.

He's been dead less than four hours.

Extreme pallor in the face and fingernails

suggest rapid blood loss, yet not a drop to be seen.

Killed off-site, his body dumped here,

far from the illustrious streets of his upbringing.

A handkerchief with his college crest...

A graduation gift, no doubt.

What do you make of that?

Improbably, it appears that

our killer is... a vampire.

You sure you want to do this? Break up Firestorm?

Well, I'm sure Grey wants off the ship,

but I'm sure that can't happen

if we're still bonded to each other, so...

Yeah, but your bond isn't just physical.

You guys have been psychically bonded for over three years.

Yeah, and it's been no picnic, let me tell you.

Last time I got laid, afterwards Grey said to me,

"Well done, Jefferson." I mean...

Could have done without knowing that.

Does Grey...

I mean, Marty... know that

you want to break up with him?

No clue. But if he did,

he'd say it was too dangerous.

Well, if you're really determined to do this,

severing your psychic connection could give us

some much needed mental space to figure out how to untie

the nuclear knot.

Well, let's do it.

Here goes.

Oh, I forgot.

There might be a couple side effects.

- What side effects? - Um, just, like, you know,

facial swelling,

maybe a little gastrointestinal upset,

uh, oh, and short-term memory loss.

- How do you feel? - Uh, normal.

Except... I'm not craving grapefruit.

Okay.

Ray, it's 9:00 a.m., and I'm not craving grapefruit!

Mmm. Delightful.

Let me get this straight.

This ship can make any kind of food you can imagine,

and you three picked grapefruit, a bran muffin,

and oatmeal.

After you try everything, you go back to the basics.

I lived my whole life eating rations and bland food.

From now on, I eat like a queen.

I'm glad you left 2042.

Actually, I wanted to talk to you guys

about going back to 2042.

Or better yet, 2041.

I was thinking, "Why is my family dead

when I'm on a time machine?"

Unfortunately, that's not how this works.

I thought you could change the past.

We can correct the past.

And the future, but we don't change it.

- Why not? - Because doing so could cause

unforeseen, possibly even disastrous consequences.

It's a temporal butterfly effect,

- if you will. - Try not doing something

that would save your brother's life.

Does a sister count?

What's up, shipmates?

I got exciting news to share.

Team meeting in ten minutes.

And, Mick, I have beer.

One lousy beer for breakfast.

- It's breakfast? - Yeah.

What time did you go to bed last night, buddy?

I didn't. Drank a lot of coffee.

Can you tell? Whoa!

Nate, why are we staring at an anachronism map?

Because, Captain, I did a deep dive on the data.

And the anachronisms we created

at first glance seem scattershot... random.

But since history is cause and effect,

I decided to do a little experiment.

I folded a linear timeline onto itself

following the mathematics of the golden ratio.

Follow me.

Damn it, Gideon. That was your cue.

My apologies, Dr. Heywood.

Ah, see, the anachronisms form a pattern.

Should have guessed. Though time may be broken,

like all matter in the known universe,

it still possesses a mathematical harmony.

Not exactly. Uh, what about those two?

Those two are outliers. The first one is Seattle, 2042.

When the assassin tried to kill me.

Right, while cool... Not the part where,

you know, you almost got killed...

It's not as cool as the other one.

London, 1895.

How do I say this?

There's a vampire.

Half dozen men snatched off the streets

only to have their bodies dumped three days later

completely drained of blood.

Vampires.

Waited my whole life to kill one.

Do you just carry that around all the time?

My whole life.

There's no such thing as vampires.

Increased immigration at the fin de siècle

and the fear that good English women would lose their virtue

to foreign predators is responsible

for these ludicrous stories.

I say we go see what's so interesting

about this anachronism.

Victorian London. Opium dens and low-cut corsets.

Arthur Conan Doyle and the rolling fog.

Syphilis, whores, and vampires.

There's a strong smell of garlic.

It's tied around my neck.

Yep, you're a regular Van Helsing.

That's from Dracula.

I'm reading it. Don't tell me the end.

Another vampire victim found dead in the street.

Oy, gimme that.

Whoa, vampires?

What the hell is he talking about?

The blood-sucking creatures that we're here hunting.

Oh, no. Short-term memory loss.

One of the side effects of the serum.

Shh, come on.

- Who are you lot? - Oy, Scotland Yard.

We're here to see about these so-called vampire attacks.

And we're with the NYPD.

Nothing like a bit of cooperation

- from across the pond, right? - Right.

- This one of the victims? - Unlucky devil.

- Ooh! - Whoa, whoa, Mick!

You don't want him coming back to life, do you?

What's going on here?

Scotland Yard has already visited twice,

and if the NYPD is issuing ladies warrant cards,

then I'm the bloody Queen.

All right, who brought their phone?

Wasn't me, even though I do love that song.

That's not a phone.

That's a 2016 Palmer Tech 7G smart watch.

Hand it over.

I don't know what you're on about.

You want some of this?

Who does that watch belong to?

No? All right.

Mick, stake him.

Oh, all right. All right.

A vicar was walking down the street as calm as can be

when a dead man fell from the sky.

It wasn't no normal corpse, neither.

No identification, strange clothes,

- and that there watch. - Which you stole.

He wasn't gonna miss it. I will, though.

It is the finest timepiece I've ever seen.

It did sell better in England.

So, where's our John Doe now?

Well, I buried him in Stone's Hollow.

And the next day, the first vampire victim

was snatched from the street.

'Cause that corpse you buried was a vampire from the future,

- you idiot. - All right, time to go.

- Who are you lot? - Tonight, we're grave diggers.

Whoa.

All right, we're looking for

one unmarked grave among hundreds.

I say we split up. Check them row by row.

Or we can start with the one that's already dug up.