DC's Legends of Tomorrow

Time travel is real,

and all of history is vulnerable to attack,

which is why we must travel through time

to stop the spread of these so-called Time Aberrations

and to erase their damage to history.

We are a team of outcasts and misfits.

So please don't call us heroes.

We're Legends.

Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...

I think I can save him.

It's a biomolecular enhancer.

You got super powers now, dude.

Name's Steel.

I'm not going back until Rex's killer is brought to justice.

You let the shogun steal a 21st century super-suit?

I have to teach you to destroy

the only thing that makes me hero.

- Do it! - Aah!

- I am so sorry. - It's okay.

Dontar.

Dontar, are you reading this?

They're dead! They're all dead.

The heist went off easy.

We got the TX-90 out of 2235

as contracted, but...

but Alec got infected.

And then he killed...

God, you wouldn't imagine what he did to everyone.

I don't know when I am.

I'm activating the temporal beacon.

You get in the "Dauntless"

and you get out here and rescue my ass.

Don't move.

What the hell is this thing?

I can't risk putting any more lives in danger.

And neither can you.

Which is why you'll keep what I'm about to tell you a secret.

Even from the rest of your team.

A war is coming, Captain Hunter.

How many times are we gonna listen

to this message from Future Barry?

Until it make sense.

So, forever is basically what you're saying.

You haven't spoken to anyone else about this?

No.

We agreed that we wouldn't.

And yet, I find myself asking.

Martin?

Oh. Sara.

W-what can I do for you?

You never call me Sara.

Everything with you is Ms. Lance.

I'm turning over a new leaf.

Well, turn it over in the Library.

We've got something.

I don't know when I am.

I've activated the temporal beacon.

You get in the Dauntless

and you get out here and rescue my ass.

A bit vulgar for a Time Master.

Time Pirate, we're thinking.

He activated a beacon. We have to go after him.

He's a Time Pirate. Why would we rescue him?

Because if he ends up somewhere he shouldn't...

And does something he shouldn't...

It's Aberration-palooza.

So, where do we think he's going to end up?

Looks like Mississippi, 1863.

Height of the American Civil War.

It's also the bloodiest year in American history.

We gotta watch each other's backs out there.

Yes, which is why you will be watching ours from right here.

Huh?

If you don't mind,

someone has to stay behind as backup.

I can't believe Ray got pined.

No suit, no powers, no tech.

I mean, I guess Sara had no choice but to bench him.

Well, I-I'm sure she's just trying to keep him safe.

This time period is replete with various perils.

Perhaps it might be easier

if he were to remain behind and keep Dr. Palmer company.

Perhaps you should remain behind.

No? Because you're not black.

Because you think that, me going back to 1863,

- I can't handle it. - That doesn't mean

there's a need for you to subject yourself

to the horrors that await you in that era.

Okay, now, I get it might be difficult

for you to understand this,

but I've been black my entire life, Grey.

And honestly, I can't think of a time period we could go to

where I wouldn't face some sort of racism.

So don't worry. Okay?

Along with comms devices, I also packed sacked lunches.

I figured the food in 1863 is pretty lousy.

All right, the operation is simple.

We isolate the target, we eliminate the timeship,

and we get out of there.

And all while wearing this dress.

Come back safe.

It's Mississippi, 1863.

The weather is a temperate 58 degrees.

Ooh, a little trivia, you guys are in Hinds County,

which was named after General Thomas...

Did you just...

Shut off his comms? Yep.

Guys? Guys?

I can't believe it.

It looks to be some kind of escape pod.

No doubt, it fell out of the Temporal Zone.

No sign of anyone.

Well, the power core looks exposed.

That mean what I think it means?

Only one way to find out.

Ah. Thought you'd never ask.

Back up, everyone.

Ah, what's next?

Don't you think that's enough

incineration for one day, Mr. Rory?

No, I do not, Professor.

This is turning out to be

one of our easiest missions yet.

Help me! Somebody, please!

You had to say that, didn't you?

It's over there.

Help me! Help!

Whoa, wait, we're not supposed to interfere

with historical events.

Try and stop me.

Oh, come...

Women.

She certainly has a fiery spirit.

Which is either gonna get her killed

or completely screw up history.

Just end it, fast.

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Let's get those Confederates off his back.

Whoa, whoa. Relax.

All right, you're safe now.

What in tarnations was that?

- What did I just see? - What was what?

I, uh, I didn't see anything.

Who are you guys?

What's going on, here?

Look, we're just passing through.

Okay, guys, let's get the hell out of here.

We can't just leave him here.

Well, unfortunately, we have to.

If we rescue one man, we could alter history

- in the wrong way. - You're dispatch, aren't you?

Wait, what's a dispatch?

It's a former slave providing information to the Union Army.

My name is Henry Scott.

I'm a free man from Trenton, New Jersey.

Well, you're a long way from home.

And we need to be getting out of here.

Uh, guys?

Oh, my God.

Those Confederates look a lot like...

Don't... don't... don't say it!

Quick, quick, just merge!

Aah!

Ahh!

Is everybody okay?

What the hell was that?

You ask me, they look like zo...

No! Please, don't say it.

I know they're essentially a myth,

but I have this irrational fear of...

- Zombies. - Please, don't say it.

Oh, God.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

- Hang on. - Satch...

- What? - My... satchel.

Are you... Union?

- Kinda. - My... my orders.

Collins Plantations.

Confederate troop movements.

Without them...

Hey. Hey!

Nice job blowing up the Time Pirate's escape pod.

Put another win in the mission column.

Did you not see what happened next?

No, I took a break. Had to go to the bathroom.

You okay?

We were attacked by zombies.

And someone put sprouts on my sandwich.

The Time Pirate's distress call

referenced something called a TX-90.

It's a futurist bioweapon.

The infected's condition represents strongly

those things... that... I can't say.

And if that infected Time Pirate is out there

spreading this virus, then our work is not done here.

No kidding. Having zombies,

or whatever they are,

running around the Civil War is not a good thing.