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PROFESSOR STEIN:
The Time Masters were an organization

charged with protecting history

from rogue time travelers.

But they were destroyed.

Under the leadership of Rip Hunter,

we have taken up their mantle.

Sara Lance, former member
of the League of Assassins,

Dr. Raymond Palmer, the Atom,

the arsonist, Mick Rory,

and Firestorm,

the merged super form of Jefferson Jackson
and myself, Martin Stein.

We are the only ones left
to protect history.

We are the Legends of Tomorrow.

Sorry, my bad.

What the hell is going on out here?

Sorry, sir. He broke through
the security cordon downstairs.

Only because they wouldn't let me up
without an appointment,

but how does a regular guy
get an appointment with the Mayor, anyway?

Heywood. Dr. Nate Heywood.

I'm, uh, here to talk about Sara Lance,
Ray Palmer, and the rest of the Legends.

I think they're all in trouble.

Thank you for not
having me arrested back there.

Those security guards really overreacted.

You know, one of them tried to mace me.

Dr. Heywood, I only agreed to give you
five minutes, which was three minutes ago,

because Ray and Sara are friends of mine.

But I don't know the first thing
about any Legends.

Of course you do.
Because you're the Green Arrow.

Excuse me?

Huh?

We're done here.

Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to drop a bomb on you like that,

it's just I've exhausted
all my normal avenues,

and you're the only person left
who won't think I'm crazy.

Are you sure about that?

I'm a historian. I specialize
in deductive historical reconstruction.

In layman's terms, I'm a time detective.

Which I really don't have to be
to look at a calendar to see

one week after you came to this city,
Robin Hood showed up.

You said that Sara and Ray are...

Traveling throughout time
with the other Legends.

"Legends" is what they call themselves.

Now, for the past six months, I've been
noticing subtle changes to history,

almost imperceptible.

Actually, if it wasn't
for a friend of mine

who's a quantum physicist,

I wouldn't have been able to detect
the subluminal alterations.

The point being,
I think your friends are responsible.

You're looking at me
like you want evidence. Evidence, okay.

An illuminated manuscript from 1216
depicting a knight,

looks a lot like your friend Dr. Palmer,

same nose and chin.

A hieratic text describing a woman
in white with a bo staff,

a hieroglyphic from Mesopotamia,

depicting an albeit crude ship
that flies through the air and disappears.

Let's skip to the part
where they're in trouble.

UFO sighting, New York City, 1942.

Multiple witnesses report a flying machine

diving into the Atlantic,

which matches not only the
Mesopotamian hieroglyphics...

The part where they're in trouble!

Contemporaneous with the sighting
were multiple reports

of an underwater detonation
of an atomic bomb.

Now, the government has denied this.

You said in 1942.

That's three years before...

Before the atomic bomb
was supposedly invented, yes.

I told you history was changing.

Dr. Heywood,
if the Legends' ship met an A-bomb,

they're not in trouble,

they're dead.

OLIVER: We're closing in
on your coordinates, Dr. Heywood.

DR. HEYWOOD: Are you seeing
the sonar readings of the sea floor?

Either that's a really weird-looking
rock formation...

OLIVER: Or the wreckage of a Timeship.

If the Legends went down with the ship...

Where are the bodies?

The ship's keeping him in stasis.

How do you know that?

Oh.

My name is Oliver Queen, and my preference
is to not break your arm.

So, I want you to calm down and tell us
what happened to your team.

You wouldn't believe me
even if I told you.

All I remember is being knocked out
by that skinny, little Englishman.

Very embarrassing.

I know that Sara told her father
she was leaving to protect history.

Why?

Why does history need protecting?

Because the idiots who were protecting it,
the Time Masters, were blown up.

- So, you and the Legends took over...
- Mmm.

Chasing down time criminals and fixing
the parts of history they screwed up.

Aberrations, the Captain called them.

We were chasing them for about six months
without a problem.

Well, the occasional problem.

I knew we were in trouble
when Rip made us all put on blouses

just to save the King of France.

I look like an idiot.

I rather like the style
of Les Mousquetaires de la Garde.

- You would.
- Can we concentrate, please?

King Louis XIII is scheduled
to meet an untimely end

at the hand of Cardinal Richelieu's men
at any moment.

ATOM: Roger that.
I have eyes on the King.

RIP: Whatever you do,
do not let him out of your sight.

But if today is when he's supposed
to... You know, with the Queen...

Raymond, without that consummation
there will be no Louis Quatorze,

no Sun King, and no Golden Age of France.

Which means by extension, no Madame Curie,
no Louis Pasteur...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it.
History will be totally screwed.

But I don't have to be there
for the actual,

you know, consummation, do I?

SARA: It's beautiful, Your Grace.

As is yours. Who gave it to you?

My sister.

You speak of her as if she is gone.

I hate to see a lady so beautiful, so sad.

- Your husband...
- Enjoys the company of his male courtiers.

Why should I be denied
of similar pleasures?

Sara? I need to know
that the Queen is secure.

In the meantime, I believe I've identified
our assassins,

and I'd wager
those aren't just swords on their hips.

Yes, that would explain the Aberration.

My love, there is no need for you to...

Knock.

ATOM: Sorry to spoil the mood.

Where the hell is Sara?

Everyone back to the ship!

That's easier said than done.

Grey, meet me
on the north side of the house!

It's actually a chateau. What's your plan?

You'll see!

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

Oh, bloody hell.

That was the last assassin.

What did we say about using powers
and future tech, Dr. Palmer?

Well, yeah, but they started it.

Don't look at me.

I left my gun on the ship
like a good, little boy scout.

LOUIS XIII: What's going on?

Who are you people?

I believe the Queen is waiting for you
in her bedroom.

And I'll bet she's all warmed up for you.

Shut your mouth, Jax,

or I'll cut your eyes out
and feed them to you.

I believe our work here is done.

Wait, how did you go from the court
of Louis XIII

to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean?

You said you wanted to hear
the full story.

We do. Just, some of us have lives
that we'd like to get back to.

We got ourselves in trouble
by visiting a time we were told not to.

- 1942?
- Mmm.

Who told you not to go to 1942?

Some guy in a hood named Rex Tyler.

Said if we set foot in 1942,
we'd be all screwed.

And then, he just vanished.

Okay, if he told you not to go to 1942,

then why did you go?

Put another successful mission
down in the books.

Where are we off to next?

Gideon and I have calculated
a 96% likelihood

of another Aberration in Bhopal, 1912.

Why can't it be Aruba, 2016?

For real. We've been going nonstop
for the past six months.

Nobody wants to address the fact
that Cardinal Richelieu's men were armed

with laser guns?

Clearly provided to them
by a time pirate or some such.

Grey's right. We need to find out who so...

You can get another chance
at destroying the very history

that you're supposed to be protecting?

Ah, I knew I forgot something.

The part where Rip tells us
everything that we did wrong.

As in seducing the Queen of France
just before she's supposed to conceive

the country's greatest hope
for the future?

- She seduced me.
- Or wrong, as in violating

our policy of not using superpowers
in front of people?

They had laser guns.

At least I didn't screw up this time.

Stealing is not screwing up.

Another successful mission, Captain?

Yes, well, it seems I don't share
our team's definition of success.

But let's see if our labors
came to a certain fruition, shall we?

Well, that was fun.

I'm in no mood for a lecture, Sara.

Too tired from dishing them out?

Replacing the Time Masters
is an enormous responsibility, Sara.

And one which, I fear,
our team is ill-equipped to...

Gideon, are we under attack?

GIDEON: Negative. That was a shock wave
generated by a timequake.

A what?

A disturbance in the temporal zone
caused by an unusually large Aberration.

You never mentioned a timequake before.

I have never experienced one before.
Gideon?

GIDEON: The shock wave's point of origin
was New York City, 1942.

That's not possible.

Wait. What wasn't possible?

What?

You said you and the Legends
discovered an Aberration in 1942.

What was it?

My guess is it involved Nazis.

You could say that.

The Krauts nuked New York City in 1942.

- Wow, someone just blew up New York.
- During World War II.

Think we can all guess
who that someone is.

Nazis. I hate Nazis.

Aided by some sort
of time-traveling ally, obviously.

Wait, does that mean
the Allied forces lost the war?

In which case,
why aren't we speaking German right now?

Because we're in the Temporal Zone.

And because it takes time
for the consequences of an Aberration,

even one as cataclysmic as this one,
to ripple throughout time.

So, how much time do we have to stop it?

Isn't traveling to that particular time

precisely what Rex Tyler
told us not to do?

Well, what's the alternative?

We let New York blow up?

It's not like there are Time Masters
left to stop it.

Ms. Lance is right.
We are history's last line of defense.

I like the sound of that.

I'd rather die than speak German.

Best-case scenario,
let's assume that Mr. Tyler is wrong

and we all end up not dying in 1942.

What if in endeavoring to save New York,
we make things worse?

What could be worse than a genocidal,
fascist, nuclear-armed superpower?

Relax, Captain.

We got this.

Gideon, I need you to pull up everything
you can on the target in 1942.

GIDEON: I assume that by "target"
you mean Damien Darhk.

You're finally getting the hang
of this whole revenge thing.

All right, so, we know
that he was alive during 1942,

so we just need to know where he is.

According to a 1942 FBI file,
the target was spotted here.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

No, just reading up on 1942.

You've been spending a lot of time
down here lately, alone.

Am I not allowed in the library?

Nah, you just never struck me
as a bookworm.

I'm just making sure that
you're not holding on to anything.

I know a thing or two about grief,

so, if you ever want to talk
about Laurel...

Then I know where to find you. Thank you.

Ms. Lance.

Any luck pinpointing the epicenter
of the temporal Aberration?

- No.
- GIDEON: Perhaps these news reports

will prove useful.

Well, that's good news.

Even though we get nuked,
we still win the war.

Look at the date, Dr. Palmer.

In this version of history,
World War II lasts two more years.

And claims 12 million more lives.

RAY: Including Albert Einstein.
GIDEON: Actually,

Einstein went missing
just prior to the attack on New York.

Wait.

Perhaps these two events
aren't merely coincidental.

Think about it. A Nobel Prize-winning
physicist goes missing...

And miraculously the Germans
get the bomb three years ahead of us.

They must have kidnapped Einstein,
forced him to build them an A-bomb,

which means the only way
for us to fix the Aberration...

- Is for us to kidnap him first!
- Yes!

Gideon, please
chart a course for New York City, 1942.

On, my God.

I can't believe
I'm going to meet Albert Einstein.

I can't believe
you're making me stay on the ship.

I am asking you
to stay on the ship, Mr. Jackson.

While the rest of you
get to have all the fun battling Nazis.

You're the only one that I trust to give
the time drive a long-overdue tune-up.

And build the time library?
And modify the bridge?

And half the other 100 things
you've been getting me to do.

- All right. Give me your tools, then.
- What?

Pack up our tools and give them to me.

Why would I do that?

I'm going to go and give 'em to Mr. Rory,
see if he wants to be the ship's mechanic.

- You see, that's not funny.
- Quite right.

Because in the event
that we can't stop this nuclear explosion,

a fully functioning time drive
is going to come in handy.

So, how do we find Einstein
in a city of seven million people?

Why don't we just look for the physicist
with the crazy, white hair?

- I mean, the other one.
- According to Gideon,

there's a cocktail party
at Columbia this evening.

Cocktail party, that means booze.
Where is it?

At Columbia, I just...
Why does no one ever listen to me?

Hey, where are you going?

I have a grandfather that's in the FBI.
I figured I'd check in.

In case we need backup.

Oh, good plan.

Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

Follow Sara. In case she needs backup.

Oh, God.

Take me to Conway and 5th.

ATOM: Oh, jeez.

Never been to a nerd party before.

You mean a physics symposium.

Nerd party.

Keep your eyes open.

We are sure to be
in the company of German spies.

That's him.

Good evening, ladies.

The greatest mind
the world has ever known.

I am merely demonstrating
Newton's Third Law.

For every action, there is an equal
and opposite reaction.

I like him. He's a pig.

I just found our spies.

PROFESSOR STEIN: Them?
RIP: Notice their uniforms.

The stitching on their lapels,
it's exquisite.

- You mean to say it's fake?
- Mmm-hmm.

Surprise. Surprise.

How long have you been following me?

How long have you been following Darhk?

Shut your mouth, Ray.

We got company.

- Are they speaking...
- German.

The extraction team is on the move.

Let me talk, I speak physicist.

Oh, Herr Professor,
I'm so sorry to interrupt.

Who are you?

My colleague and I were just having
a rather spirited debate

about your theory of relativity,
perhaps you could help us settle it?

I was this close to getting them both
to come back to my room.

What about your wife?

The one who died or the one
who divorced me 30 years ago?

Come on. It's time to go.

You don't have to speak German
to know what uranium means.

So what?

Even Einstein can't build a bomb
without fuel.

Darhk must be the one supplying the Nazis.

Damien Darhk murdered my sister in 2016.

If I take him out here in 1942...

You save her.

I've been waiting six months
to get this son of a bitch.

You're gonna have to wait
a little while longer.

We gotta let him go.

Until we get our hands
on the uranium he's selling,

New York City is hanging in the balance.

I really hate you sometimes, Ray.

What do you two think you're doing?

We have to get you out of here.
Your life is in danger.

This is why I never travel
without my security detail.

Help! I'm being kidnapped!

We might not look like it,
but we're the good guys.

Why should I believe
that you're really a physicist?

Because for every action,

there's an equal and opposite reaction.

So, how'd it go with Einstein?

Depends on who you ask.

But, apparently, the Professor
has one hell of a right hook.

Seriously? Grey punched him out?

Yeah. He's sleeping it off in the brig.

So, can we get the hell out of 1942 now?

It looks like. Gideon?

GIDEON: I'm afraid not, Ms. Lance.

But without Einstein's help, the Nazis...

GIDEON: Still manage to destroy
New York City with an atomic blast.

The historical Aberration
remains unchanged.

How is that possible?

The Nazis must've gotten the bomb
from someone other than Einstein.

Guten Morgen.

What is this, some sort of prison?

What am I doing in here?

Good question.

I'm sorry, I never had the opportunity
to introduce myself.

I'm Professor Martin Stein.
Just like "Einstein" minus the "Ein."

There's just so much
I'd like to discuss with you,

such as your paper
on unified field theory.

I have not yet published my paper
on unified field theory.

Who are you? Why have you abducted me?

The guys at the party
wanted you to make an atomic bomb

for the Führer.

No. Not even a man as mad as Adolf Hitler

would want to create
such a terrible weapon.

You yourself once said
that two things are infinite,

the universe and human stupidity.

And you are living proof of the latter.

He just called you stupid.

Now, open this door and let me out!

We will, soon. I promise.

We saved you from the Nazis.

The least you could do
is help us save New York.

From what?

From some theoretical attack?

Some eventuality that not even I
could have predicted?

The only way you...

My God.

Yes, obviously, you know.

I deduced it, Herr Doktor.

Perhaps you could deduce

how the Germans managed
to create a nuclear bomb...

- Atomic.
- When you are the only man

on Earth capable
of performing such a feat.

Yeah.

That is correct. I am the only man.

Wait a minute.

You saying there's some lady out there
that can make an Atomic bomb?

Wunderbar.

Why am I talking to him when you are
clearly the brains of the operation?

Your ex-wife is also a physicist.

Without Mileva's help,

I would still be working
as a patent clerk in Vienna.

So, while we were busy safeguarding
Professor Einstein...

The Nazis were busy kidnapping his ex.

Her name is Mileva Maric.
She's a fellow nuclear physicist.

Who, let me guess,
had no one guarding her?

Yes. Einstein's collaborations
with Ms. Maric

were a closely-guarded secret
between the two of them.

A secret that the Germans apparently knew.

So, unless we can determine
where they're keeping her

while she manufactures their bomb...

If I had to guess?
I'd say she's with Damien Darhk's uranium.

Damien Darhk, as in...

The man who murdered your sister.

How is Damien Darhk even alive in 1942?

Thanks to the Lazarus Pit, he hardly ages.

Sara's kind of an expert on Damien Darhk.

- Drop it, Ray.
- I'm sorry.

But, while you were all saving Einstein,

Sara was off
on her own secret side-mission

to kill Laurel's killer in the past.

And I suppose you never thought
about saving your fiancée?

Yeah, of course, I did.

But I never did it
because it's against the rules.

What rules? We're not Time Masters.
There are no rules.

Well, if there were, there'd
certainly be one about lying to your team.

Listen to yourself.
Look, we get it, you're perfect.

Always the boy scout, aren't you, Raymond?

Yeah, well, I could say the same thing
about you being an assassin.

Well, if we're being honest,

then let me get something off of my chest.

Let's all just take a deep breath,
shall we?

You think that you're
such a big hero, Ray?

Without that fancy suit, you're nothing
but a self-righteous rich guy.

Maybe you're right.

But without my suit, there's no way
of finding Einstein's ex-wife,

or Damien Darhk, for that matter.

Sorry, what are you saying?

That anyone who spends a lot of time
around uranium,

in this case, Damien Darhk,
picks up trace amounts of radiation.

Which my suit can track.

And lead us straight
to the Nazis' nuclear bomb.

Beautiful work, Mileva.

Dr. Einstein should
never have let you get away.

I did what you want. Now, let me go.

Actually, we still have need of you.

This thing didn't exactly come
with an owner's manual.

Get her and the bomb on board.

RIP: We can't allow them
to get that bomb on board.

- What about Mileva?
- Don't worry, Doctor.

We'll be sure to keep her safe.
But we must secure the nuclear bomb...

- Atomic.
- About to be placed

aboard a Nazi submarine.
This is no time for subtlety.

Agreed.

Let's make sure we all follow the plan.

Let's just get this done.

Step away from the lady and the bomb!
Final warning!

I love roasting Nazis!

My God.

We need to get Ms. Maric to safety.

Sara!

Get down.

Interesting technique.
League of Assassins, am I right?

I've been waiting a long time for this.

A long time for what?

- To kill you.
- "Try to," you mean.

Dr. Palmer, let's take precautions.

And disable the bomb? Already on it.

Guys, a little problem here.

Suit's not as radiation-proof
as I thought.

Sara! Fall back!

Guys, actually a big problem.

Haircut! Watch out!

Mick, look out!

Fall back!

Sara!

Mr. Rory is injured,
and Dr. Palmer is incapacitated.

We need to fall back now.

Firestorm, cover Dr. Palmer and Sara.

Okay, Mick's on the mend,
and Einstein and his ex are safe and sound

with his security detail.

Thank you, Jax.

But the Nazis still have the nuke.
What are we doing leaving New York?

Because the Nazis still have a nuke.
Which we saw being loaded onto a U-boat.

They're gonna hit New York
from underwater.

Yeah, I'm tracking the uranium signature
recorded by Dr. Palmer's suit.

But before we engage the Nazis,
I need you to make these modifications.

Really? Is now the time
for me to be playing mechanic?

Look, I know that you consider the chores

that I've been assigning you
to be a waste of time, Jefferson,

but believe me,
they're more than just an exercise.

What's the subluminal variance
of the quantum manifold?

- Two microns.
- And if one wanted to divert power

from the axial array?

Can't be done. You'd have to go
through the clavian adjunct.

Mmm-hmm.

All of this stuff
you've been having me do,

you've been teaching me
about the Waverider.

I'm a time traveler, Jefferson.

I spend most of my time
thinking about the future.

Specifically, my own.

And it occurs to me that that future

might not involve me
being aboard this ship.

And I need someone to know its secrets
in my absence.

Nice try, dude,
but you're not quitting on us.

What's a timescatter?

Hmm? Uh...

A last-ditch option.

And one that I pray
we will never have to use.

Ah!

We going swimming or something?

I'm tracking the Nazi U-boat.

Where is it now?

It's close.

GIDEON: They've knocked out
our telemetry, Captain.

What's going on?

As you can see, the Waverider
is ill-suited for underwater combat.

I'm trying to bypass
the tertiary subsystem array.

Make it fast, haircut.

Yes!

Is the weapon ready?

Yes, Herr Darhk.

Fire!

- What was that?
- They're not firing at us.

It's the nuclear bomb.

Atomic.

Whatever it is, we got to stop it.

I fear that there is only one way
to do that.

Okay, I don't know
what you wanted me to do, but I did it.

- Excellent work, Jax.
- What's going on?

I am piloting us on a collision course
with the torpedo.

Now, with any luck,
it will hit us before New York City.

How is that lucky?

Can the Waverider handle the blast?

Honestly?

I have absolutely no idea.

Which is why I'm doing this.

Where is everybody?

The appropriate question is "When?"

Over the last few months,

I've implemented a safeguard
in case of a catastrophe.

A high burst of temporal energy
has scattered our team throughout history.

I knew you never liked me.

I'm afraid, injured as you are,

you wouldn't survive
the rigors of time travel.

Which is why I'm doing this.

Gideon, how much time do we have?

GIDEON: 30 seconds, Captain.

- Gideon?
- GIDEON: I'm here, Captain.

You always are.

Okay, there's just one question
that you haven't answered.

Where is Captain Hunter?

I don't know.

Must have timescattered himself
like the rest of the them.

Guess I gotta play hero and find them.

Do you even think this ship still flies?

I don't see why not. Fridge works.

I don't have time to time travel.

But if your team is stuck in history,

who better to help find them
than a historian?

This guy?

Without Dr. Heywood,
you'd still be in stasis.

Huh.

Good point.

Library. This way.

Hey. Wait. Time-out.

This was supposed to be a salvage mission.

Who are you kidding?

You've been waiting your whole life
for a chance like this.

Well, I did some digging,

but I think I finally
got a lead on Ray Palmer.

Uh-huh.

Are you sure
you know how to fly this thing?

Let's find out.

Maybe you should slow down!

Maybe you should shut up and strap in.

I can't believe this!
We're about to travel through time!

Did I tell you about the side effects?

What side effects?

Mick! Buddy!

- How did you find me?
- RORY: I didn't.

Pretty did.

Is he okay?

Side effects of time travel.

Speaking of...

You're never gonna believe where
the rest of your team ended up.

This festival is boring.

Bring me my wizards!

My Liege,

how may we entertain you?

Do you wish to gaze into my magic mirror,
Your Majesty?

I grow bored of your tricks.

Off with their heads!

- What?
- You little brat!

DR. HEYWOOD: This is incredible.

An actual medieval execution?

I never imagined I'd see this
with my own eyes.

Who's that?

The new guy.

New guy, duck!

I'm Dr. Heywood.
I heard so much about you.

How about we get to know each other
back on the ship?

- DR. HEYWOOD: Okay.
- But first we have to find Sara.

MAN: Vile witch!

You have corrupted the women
of our village!

In my defense,
they were happily corrupted.

ALL: Hang the witch! Hang the witch!
Hang the witch! Hang the witch!

You must be Sara Lance.

Whoa, whoa! It's okay. He's with us.

Hey.

Is she always this violent?

I'm sorry, but so far,
I haven't been able to detect

any historical alteration that would
indicate Mr. Hunter was stranded in time.

Why don't we ask Gideon where he is?

Who's Gideon?

Greetings, Dr. Heywood.

I am the ship's artificial consciousness.

Gideon, we need you to tell us
where Rip is.

I'm afraid I have no idea.

But I would be happy to play
his final message for you all.

Final message?

RIP: Sorry for stranding you all
throughout history,

but it was the only way to save you.

You know what they say,

a captain must never abandon his ship.

Well, neither shall I abandon hope
of seeing you all again someday.

Somewhere in time.

As flawed and unruly
as you are individually,

together you are the best crew,

the best team a captain
could ever hope for.

So

stick together.

And remember,

history is yours now, my dear Legends.

Good luck.

So, what do we do now?

We drink.

It's not like we were exactly Time Masters
even with Rip.

But I think he knew that one day
we might have to do this without him.

And we all heard his message,
he wanted us to keep going.

We have to keep going.

There's a rogue time traveler
out there somewhere.

Yeah, a time nemesis whose idea of fun

is helping Damien Darhk and the Nazis
blow up New York City.

What's to stop them
from going back in time

and kidnapping Einstein
and his ex-wife again?

We can't be everywhere at once.

But you can safeguard the Einsteins.

Safeguard the Einsteins?

How?

By making one slight alteration
to history.

We'd like to talk to Mr. Einstein.

- CIA.
- He means OSS.

This is related to the Manhattan Project.

You're headed to Columbia University,
right? For the symphony?

- Symposium.
- Same thing.

Once you're there, we're gonna
need you to publicly announce

that Ms. Mileva Maric has been
your silent partner for over 30 years.

You see, acknowledgment
of Mileva's contributions

is the only way to keep her safe.

Besides, it's the right thing to do.
Don't be a jerk.

Today, I want to tell you
about a very special woman,

my longtime collaborator,

Mileva Maric.

What does that mean?
The Krauts won't be able to get to her?

Yes. And then people won't say,
"Hey, you're a regular Einstein."

They'll say,
"You're like one of the Einsteins."

- Hmm.
- That's so crazy.

I can't believe we just changed history.

No, Dr. Heywood,

we saved it.

You promised no trouble, Herr Darhk.

And you promised me competency.

Perhaps we'll have better luck
with the next bomb.

That's cute,
but there won't be a next bomb.

You see, my partner wants to
move on to other things.

But your partner isn't here, is he?

According to who?

Hello, Eobard.

Mr. Darhk.

- Ah. How'd it go with Einstein?
- Good.

Until someone gives
the Confederate Army machine guns

or breaks Mozart's fingers...

One Aberration at a time.

Hey, you remember that thing
that I said before

about you being a...

A billionaire boy scout?
You weren't all wrong.

Yeah, but you're more than that.

Thanks.

And we'll get justice for Laurel, Sara.
I promise.

What do you guys say we get out of 1942?

Not until you answer a few questions.

We're the Justice Society of America.

And you're coming with us.