DC's Legends of Tomorrow

Hello, sir.

Um...

I've been saving up for a while now, and I think it's time.

I'm here about a guitar.

I know it ain't much,

but what do you think I can get with what I got?

Well, I'm sure we can find you something.

You know, a boy picking his first guitar is a sacred moment.

In fact, some say the instrument chooses you.

- I'll take that one. - Oh...

You don't want that guitar.

What happened to the instrument choosing me, sir?

I was just, uh, building a moment.

Besides, you can't afford it.

Well, I'll get money. I'll come back.

Look, I've got to tell you the truth.

Before that guitar found its way here,

it belonged to a one Robert Johnson.

- The Robert Johnson? - Uh-huh.

Legend said he sold his soul to the devil to play as good as he did.

Legend also says that guitar is cursed because of it.

I ain't afraid of no guitar, sir.

You've got to let me try it at least.

Must be messing with the power lines outside.

With a sound like that, how could it be cursed?

You know what? The guitar's yours.

You just take it away from here.

Thank you, sir. Much, much obliged.

An instrument as good as this,

I promise, one day, you'll be hearing my name on that radio.

Hey.

What is your name, son?

Presley, sir, Elvis Presley.

Which brings us to the kitchen.

We divvy up cleaning duties by Ray's chore wheel,

which uses a complex system I pretend to not understand,

till he eventually does my chores for me.

"Wipe down the food fabricator."

Bet you thought time travel would be

seeing Woodstock, saving Shakespeare,

and having ethical debates while standing over baby Hitler.

Trust me, it takes time to get used to life...

Cool. So what's next?

It's gonna take time for me to get used to life with a speedster.

This is my room.

Guess you and me are bunkmates,

while we help move you into Stein's quarters.

You just moved yourself in, didn't you?

I figured, why bother anyone else?

Yeah, I was gonna invite you to be my player two,

but you're officially not my problem anymore.

Wait, who beat all my high scores?

Oh, you see the thing with Ms. Pac-Man

is you've got to just ignore the fruit.

All the points come from taking out the ghosts.

Yeah, I know that, but nobody could beat these scores without...

Without lightning-fast fingers.

You better not have messed with Guitar Hero.

What's Trombone Hero?

Hold on, Axl. Sandwich is coming. Just got to find the damn mayo.

Come on, Mick.

What did I say about having him in the kitchen?

- Not to. - Yes.

Would you toss me the walnuts, please?

Thank you.

I'm gonna need some brain food

if I'm gonna fix the Fire Totem.

You know, Nora thought using cold fusion to reboot it

- was a crazy idea, but... - Don't care.

Where's the mayo?

The new kid.

The new kid.

Uh, I saw him speed-moving in to Marty's old quarters.

Too much change on this damn ship.

That's what I love about old Axl.

Doesn't change.

"Josh Groban"?

Who the hell is Josh Groban?

And who the hell changed the name of my rat?

All right, kids, it's anachronism o'clock.

- What you got? - How about this one?

It's a category two during the Belle Époque in Paris.

Sounds romantic.

Hmm, or this category three,

which is the launch of the Spirit of St. Louis.

I always wanted to join the Mile High Club. It's when two people...

Hey, really cute that you guys are crazy in love,

but date night is going to have to wait.

If these anachronisms are loosening Mallus' cage,

- we need to double down. - Mm-hmm.

What happened to your hair?

What are you talking about? What?

- What? What is it? - I...

What happened to my trademark volume and sheen?

Who changed my rat's name?

Yo. Who switched my game?

Gideon?

A scan of the timeline reveals a change in Memphis, Tennessee, 1954.

Oh, says here, Memphis became a ghost town

after a mysterious bout of mass hysteria in July 1954.

That's what caused the changes.

Memphis is the birthplace of rock 'n' roll.

If rock never makes it out of Memphis,

then none of these things exist.

Your pet rat's namesake.

Electric guitar.

- Your hair gel. - It's not hair gel, Wally.

It's Royal Crown pomade, it's the same product used by...

- Elvis Presley. - She knows what I'm talking about.

No, dodo, look.

"While the population fled in hysterics,

one person was left standing in the aftermath.

A local teen named Elvis Presley."

Don't tell me they messed with the King.

Whatever he saw, drove him crazy.

He was taken to the Boulevard State hospital.

Treated for insanity.

If Memphis is abandoned in '54,

then rock doesn't hit the mainstream,

which means there's no Howlin Rain, no Little Richard.

The Elvis sandwich.

Peanut butter, banana, fried in greasy bacon fat.

The man was a visionary.

But if it didn't show up on the anachronism map, then...

Darhks.

The only people evil enough to wanna kill rock 'n' roll.

Oh, and I bet you, that sick bastard likes ska.

All right. Let's go check this out.

We need to find Elvis before panic sets in.

Elvis Presley's uncle preached to the Church of Zion every Sunday.

The boy never missed a service.

You heard the lady.

What?

Why are you staring at me?

Well, you know, waiting for you to do the thing you do.

What thing?

You know, you usually send us into the field with a little more pizzazz.

All right, Legends. Put on your Sunday best

because we are going to church.

After you.

Amen.

This is uncomfortable, and I'm not just talking about the dress.

Yeah, I guess these people didn't get the whole "Love thy neighbor" talk.

- Shh! - Shush yourself, lady.

Have you heard your singing voice?

Just keep Mick away from the collection tray

and the communion wafers.

It's not bread!

There is a sickness coming over this town.

I see it

in the schoolyard, as I pass in the morning.

And to my horror,

I see it in this very church on Sundays!

It infects the mind.

It drives people crazy.

Maybe the righteous reverend is onto something.

They call it "rock 'n' roll."

I call it the devil's music!

Never mind. He has no idea what he's talking about.

Now, I would like to invite my nephew,

Elvis, to play for us,

and encourage you all to attend our first annual Heavenly Night of Hymns.

Elvis.

Remember what we talked about, son.

Keep it godly.

Yes, ma'am.

Can you believe this?

The first show we see together is Elvis live.

You're not the only one who's excited.

This one's called

"Onward, Christian Soldiers."

Okay.

So, this is rock 'n' roll?

I mean, it's no Benny Goodman, but...

No, we did not come all this way to listen to Elvis play grandma songs.

That's it, Elvis. Put a little sauce on it.

Yeah, swivel.

Satan's got a hold of her!

What the hell's going on?

My Totem is reacting to something.

Be gone, Satan!

Well, I think she's talking to us.

Behold,

what you have seen with your very eyes,

witnessed in this house of God!

That is the act of Satan!

The Elvis sandwich.

I guess Elvis is the King of rock 'n' roll.

One hip shake, and Z loses it.

Yeah, tell me about it, sister.

I didn't lose control because of Elvis' hips.

Yeah, me neither.

My Totem was glowing, and so was Elvis' guitar.

- But that means that Elvis is... - Yep.

Elvis is a Totem bearer.

So, Elvis is the bearer of the long-lost sixth Totem.

Consider me all shook up.

- So, he has to join the team, right? - No.

I mean, we can't defeat Mallus unless we have a full set.

I mean, we could get Gideon