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I'm telling ya,
I know what I saw.

There was a dinosaur creature

runnin' right through
my backyard.

You don't say.

And there were glowing lights
coming from the treetops.

You don't say.

And these giants orbs
fell from the sky!

You don't say.

Then,
after I came out of hidin',

they'd all disappeared.

Something ain't right.

Well, that's that.

Yeah, I'm kind of nervous.

Things rarely wrap up
in a neat, little bow for us.

Come on, babe,
don't be paranoid.

Life, it's gonna
start going our way.

Whoa!

What the hell?

What the hell happened?

Did that look like
another Waverider to you guys?

Why is someone trying
to kill us?

There must be hundreds
of reasons

why someone would
want to kill us.

Well, we're not gonna let 'em
get away with it, are we?

I say we portal back in time

and on to that rogue Waverider

and make them pay.

That is a perfect plan.

Now let's go gear up,

'cause we're gonna
storm that ship

and save our Waverider.

Remember,
when we get on that ship,

stealth is our friend.

- Silent takedown.
Got it.

Wake me
when the firefight starts.

You guys take out the crew,

and Behrad and I'll
take control of the ship.

Nate, let's do this.

Here we go.

It's out of juice.

- What?
- Every time with those things.

Wait, no time couriers,
no Waverider...

we're stuck in 1925.

Everybody just calm down.

We just need a little time,
and we'll think of a plan.

Well, we definitely don't
belong in this time period.

We need to avoid any unwanted
attention from the locals.

- Afternoon, ma'am.
Name's Pastor Hanson.

Is Gloria home?

Yeah, she's not here right now.

- Oh.
I just heard this, uh,

loud explosion over yonder,

and I wanted to make sure
everything's all right.

Flash him.

What? Oh!

Well, you know,
there's all sorts

of strange things happening
in Odessa.

Everyone in town has seen
these bizarre lights in the sky

and strange lizard creatures
in their backyard.

Yeah, well,
nothing strange around here.

Flash him.

- It's out of battery.
I don't...

Say, are those claw marks?

Yeah, I... I'll tell Gloria
you stopped by.

Goodbye now.

Hoo! So much for laying low.

So town's already buzzing
with conspiracy theories

after the Zaguron invasion...
You guys, if we stay here,

- it could get really bad.
- It's gonna be okay.

And now that we have
no timeship,

we are just a bunch of weirdos
with truly random superpowers.

And John, the one person with
a useful ability, is gone, so...

- Well, hey, I was his student.
I mean, I'm not

a master sorcerer yet,
but maybe I could...

What, turn the townspeople
into household objects?

- Come on.
- Too bad we don't have

the Time Bureau timeship or
it would have that fail-safe.

Gary, you're a genius.

The last time
the Waverider was impounded,

I had a fail-safe installed.

- And fail-safes are?
- T-they're indestructible

lockboxes filled
with emergency supplies,

like a time courier
or a mind flasher.

Breath mints, if we're lucky!

You realize the blast
could've sent that thing

flying anywhere on Gloria's
property, right?

So, we will split up
so we can find this damn thing

and get the hell out of here.

Now, let's go. Come on!

How you holding up, Z?

If you want to talk,
I'm here to listen.

I know a thing or two
about getting dumped.

I was not dumped.

It was a mutual mucking up
of things.

I am, however, annoyed that
John poofed his way out of 1925

without making sure
the rest of us were okay first.

To be fair, when he left,
we still had

a working time machine.

Defending him is not listening.

- Right, sorry.
Continue.

I just can't believe,

after everything
we went through together,

all he left me with was this.

Ooh, freaky old key.

- Yeah.
- What's it for?

All he said was,
"You'll find out,"

with his trademark
dramatic delivery.

In hindsight,
I probably should've gotten

- a little more clarification.
- Probably.

- Whatever!
I'm just gonna do

what I always do
in these situations.

I need a makeover.
No, no, no, not a makeover.

I need a reinvention.

Like Madonna.
I think there's a headpiece.

Wandering through the woods.

Why am I not surprised
this is our honeymoon?

I know, babe, but as soon
as we find the safe,

we can get out of here,
all right?

Yeah, well I'm way out
of my comfort zone.

- Which is?
- The Waverider.

- Lists.
- Rules. Don't...

Well, mine is improvising,
so together,

we are unstoppable.

Come on.

Based on the blast radius,
we're basically looking

for a needle in a haystack.

Look,
I can track animals and people,

but random futuristic safes,
not my bag.

All right, so what you got?

Any magical cheats
to find this thing?

Yeah, I think I can
remember John's tracking spell.

Hmm.

Adiuva nos invenire aliquid.

Hey, not bad.

I think someone moved it.

That's not good.

Where did you find it, anyway?

Amongst them bushes at the
edge of Gloria Cruz's property.

Okay, the good news,
we found the Waverider's safe.

- Oh!
- Yeah, bad news,

it's at the Sheriff's station.

Pastor found it nearby
and turned it in.

That guy will come poking
around again

now that he's even more
suspicious of your mom.

Yeah, and other neighbors
could get nosy

and discover the remains
of the Waverider,

which would be disastrous
for the timeline.

We just need to buy
ourselves some time so we can

- come up with another plan.
- How?

We need to go on the defensive.

Right, and keep the heat off
of Gloria and this property.

And how are we supposed
to do that?

If we don't have time travel
or mind flashers?

Rule 44.

- Rule 44.
- Yeah.

- I love Rule 44!
- Yeah!

What's Rule 44?

Uh, it's from
our Time Bureau training.

The intent of Rule 44
is to create a diversion,

a cover story, when things
go sideways on a mission.

Specifically, Rule 44 states
that our cover story

must be a circus.

That is oddly specific.

- We talking Cirque?
Sideshow?

Straight up three-ring affair?

No, research shows
that the general public

is willing to accept
the bizarreness

of any kind of circus
without question.

So we have to put on a circus?

What? No, we...
He's not listening.

We just have to make them
think we're in a circus

to allay their suspicions.

Group makeovers.
Yes, I love it.

I'm gonna reinvent
each of you as performers.

Friends,
you're in excellent hands.

Well, you heard her,
let's circus up, eh?

Yeah, I'm not doing that.

Good, 'cause I need your magic

to help fix my mom's porch.

- Sure.
- Hey, Nate,

while we are playing defense
as a circus,

you will be playing offense.

Time to use your superpower.

So, you want me to turn to steel

and knock around some skulls?

No, your other superpower.

You are a white man in 1925.

You go sweet talk that sheriff

and get him
to give you the safe.

- Ava will go with you.
- What? No.

All right, come on, Gary.

Those period costumes
aren't gonna sew themselves.

Okay.

Yes.

Tie.

Button, please.

Mm, voilà.

My mom's not gonna be happy

when she sees
what we've done to her stuff.

Sorry, it's desperate times.

Oh! Nate borrowed
your dead dad's suit.

Hope that's okay.

He better not ruin it.

- Good afternoon, Odessa!
Come one, come all!

I know you have seen and heard

some peculiar things lately.

Well, I am here to assure you

that it is just
business as usual for us.

Why, you ask?

Because my compatriots and I,

we are members...

of the Guggenheim Circus.

You know,
it's actually a very good fit.

Hey, do I look like a grandma?

Yeah.

- You the sheriff?
- Yes, sir.

I was just finishing up
some paperwork.

How can I help you?

My name's John Edgar Hoover.

I'm the newly appointed director

of the Bureau of Investigation
in Washington, D.C.

This is my trusted secretary,
Ms. Gandy.

You seem different in real life.

You probably saw an old photo.

I've been cocktailing
my hair products.

But that's
neither here or there.

Now listen up, Sheriff.

We're here to talk to you
about a very important matter.

There are so many exciting
things to see at our circus.

For example, exotic animals.

My cohort and I,
we are animal handlers

from a land far, far, far away.

And of course,

what circus would be complete

without a little fire?

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.
That's hot, that's hot.

Ah.

Now, don't be alarmed,
but several of our creatures

escaped their confinements
last night.

You may have, uh,
heard some explosions

or seen some mysterious
lights yesterday.

That was just me,
testing out some, uh, displays.

True story, so if
you saw something yesterday

that looked like a dinosaur,
for example,

it was actually a Komodo dragon,

which is just a big,
smelly lizard,

despite it's terrifying
appellation.

Pastor Hanson
found this strange box

over by Gloria Cruz's property.

I thought maybe
it belonged to her,

since she's foreign and all.

Oh, well,
we can tell you for sure

that it's not hers, sir,
but it is very dangerous.

Say, how did you boys
in Washington learn

about the safe so quickly?

The pastor only found it
this morning.

I mean, if I told you

all of our nation's secrets,

they wouldn't be secrets
anymore, would they?

Yes.

And who knows, there may even
be a commendation for you

from President
Warren G. Harding,

once the case is declassified,
you know.

I believe
she means Calvin Coolidge,

'cause Mr. Harding is dead.

People always get their
interwar presidents mixed up.

I need you to focus.

Are you ready to do the right
thing by your country?

Mister, mister,
tell us when the circus is.

I want to go.

When is it, you ask?

Like, uh, exactly what time?

You told them what?

I'm sorry, Sara,
I just panicked.

I didn't mean to invite
the whole town over tonight.

Just take a breath, Gary.

We'll figure something else out.

Okay, wait, you're saying

people are coming here
for an actual circus?

Gary!

All right, all right, everyone!

Just calm down.
Everything's gonna be fine

once we open the safe.

- Ah!
That's right.

When the whole town comes over,
we flash the hell out of 'em,

and then we time courier
our butts out of here!

- Yes! All right.
- Classic. Classic.

That's right, another successful

Legend missions in the books!

Ugh, it feels so good
to be back on track.

All right.

Hm?

There's no time courier.

There's a note.

- "Taking courier, beer run.
Rory."

- Classic.
- What?

There's no couriers,
there's no flashers.

There's no...

At least there's
a Time Bureau manual.

And gummy bears.

That's where I stashed
my emergency supply.

- So that's it.
Just a book and some gummies.

- No couriers.
- No flashers.

- No mini-Gideon.
- No breath mints.

- Hey, look, it's okay.
You guys, it's gonna be okay.

Look, as long as the town
keeps buying our cover story,

then we'll come up with plan B.

It's gonna be great.

That fella wasn't
Mr. Hoover at all!

Hair products, my foot.

Is this the Bureau
of Investigation?

This is Sheriff Thomas Wood
of Odessa, Texas.

I've got a situation down here
you ought to know about.

Wow, so we're really doing this?

We're living in 1925
for a spell.

1925 is a total hayseed year.

These people are covered
in sunspots.

Microdermabrasion,
still decades away.

Main thing I know
about the '20s is that

they invented a lot
of dance moves.

Maybe we should get out
of this small town

and find the parties...
No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, that goes against Rule 23,

which states that in order
to limit potential damage

to the timeline, marooned time
travelers should stay in one...

One location.

- Okay, then we will stay put.
All right?

We'll figure it out.
First things first,

we got the whole town
coming over tonight,

and they are expecting a circus.

We have to put on a show
to protect our cover.

If there is no circus,
they may inadvertently

see the Waverider wreckage...
Whoa!

Which violates, like,
half of this manual.

- That cannot happen.
- Okay, well,

I just hope that
we get this done before...

Mami!

- You're early!
- Hi!

It looks like the humans
won the War of the Worlds.

We're all still here.

Mija, tell me,
why are people in town

asking about a circus
on my property?

We need to talk.

Are those my curtains?

- Is that Celso's suit?
- Yes.

I don't see how this circus act

gets us any closer
to getting out of here.

This is just triage, Astra.

Dealing with the problem
at hand.

Without the Waverider,

we don't have a lot of options.

So if we are to convince
these town people

that we are actually a circus,

we need to practice.
Let's go.

Want those juggling skills
on point!

- You juggle, right?
- Is it that obvious?

They need to distract everyone

from seeing the remains
of the timeship,

which blew up.

After the aliens
attacked the house,

and we were saved
by space mushroom...

Look, mija,

I'm already on thin ice here.

It's not easy for these people
to accept a magical hero

from another land
living in their town.

But I trust you.

And if I am ostracized

or arrested,

then so be it,
I'll deal with it.

Because you're my daughter,

and I would do anything for you.

Looking good, looking good.

I'm sorry, guys.

I'm pulling the plug
on this circus.

- What?
What's wrong?

Look, what's wrong is
that this circus is going

to bring a lot of unwanted
attention to my mom,

and she already
feels persecuted.

This isn't just
about us anymore.

Every time we try
to fix something,

we just dig a bigger hole,

and my mom is going to be
the one stuck paying for it.

Look, we're sorry, Spooner.

You're right.
This isn't just about us.

We'll get out of town and...

we'll figure something else out.

No more circus,
no more commotion.

Thank you.

Where's Astra?

Surge a mortuis.

- What are you doing?
- What does it look

like I'm doing?

Well, it looks like
you're trying to fix the ship

using John's resurrection spell,

but that would be stupid,
because it's for humans,

not for timeships.

If John were here, this is
exactly what he would do.

Now shut up
and let me concentrate.

You might want to stand back.

- Sheriff Thomas Wood?
- In the flesh.

You called the office in D.C.

about someone impersonating
a federal agent,

namely me.

J. Edgar Hoover.

Luckily, we were just
down the way in Midland,

so I thought
I'd pay you a visit myself.

Welcome to Odessa.

I can't believe
the top lawman in the country

is standing
in my very own station.

Again! The real one this time.

Now, tell me more
about this scoundrel.

Surge a mortuis.

Surge a mortuis!

Is she doing
what I think she's doing?

Whatever it is,

it's pretty cool.

It's likely
that this imposter is a member

of the Midland Robbery Gang,

an outfit we've been
tracking for some time.

- Bank robbers.
- That's right.

And you just handed
that degenerate

a brand new safe to crack.

Now, which way did he go?

Hell's bells,
he could be anywhere by now.

- Astra?
Maybe you should stop.

You know, 'cause of the blood?

If John could do this,
I can do this.

Damn it, Astra, stop it!

Multi facti sunt...

Astra!

Well, Sheriff,
I reckon I know just

where this imposter is trying
to blow open that safe.

Ow.

Mm.

I feel like
I was run over by a bus.

Ow.

And since isn't the med bay,

I'm guessing my spell didn't
resurrect the Waverider.

No, it didn't.

What were you thinking?

Hey, a little sympathy?

I got injured
trying to help you.

By creating another huge
spectacle at my mom's house.

Not what she needs right now.

I was the only one
doing anything

to get this clown show
out of Texas.

Think it through next time.

No offense, but your mom
lives in the boonies.

I doubt anyone noticed.

Someone did.

Guys, it's J. Edgar Hoover.

The real one.

He's gonna want to know
who we are.

So, we are doing the circus!

- No, no!
Esperanza and I,

we will talk to the men.

Astra has to stay in bed,

but the rest of you
cannot be here.

- Okay, um...
- Go, hide!

It's too open concept
in here to hide!

- Bedroom, bedroom.
Go, go.

Go, go, go.

- Evening, ladies.
J. Edgar Hoover,

Bureau of Investigation.

Which one of you is Gloria Cruz?

I am.

How can I help you, sir?

I've heard about some
bank robbers in the area.

Unsavory fellas.

Just checking
to make sure you're safe.

Oh, well, no bank robbers.

Just enjoying a quiet afternoon.

If you don't mind,
I was talking to the owner

of the property in question.

- I don't think it's working.
- Why not?

- Shh.
- Try the closet.

- It's locked.
- Zari, the key.

John said we'd find out
what it's for.

Maybe it's this.

Okay.

Fine.

No!

I think we'll have
a look around.

Just to be sure.

- I have a patient in there.
She's recuperating.

- Go, go.
Just go, go, go.

Where are we?

The Mansion?

Hey.

So if we're in the Mansion,

does that mean it's present-day?

Did we make it out of 1925?

No, and yes.

But we're not
in any year at all.

Gary.

This isn't really the Mansion.

It's a pocket dimension

that John made for himself.

John wanted a place
where he could be all alone,

so he... he conjured it.

So, if we go out
the front door...

Is this a pocket dimension
in Hell, Gary?

I'd recommend only exiting
through the door we came in.

Why would John
give me this place?

Is it possible
that man is so conceited

he thinks I need an alternate
dimension to get over him?

I don't know
everything about John,

but I know he loved you.

Maybe he just thought
you could use a nice,

quiet place to be alone,

out of the spotlight for once?

Out of the spotlight?

B, I thrive in the spotlight.

It's where I'm most me.

You're acting like I need to
find myself,

but I'm not hiding. It...

There's an answer
in here somewhere.

It's just a book of rules, babe.

Rules we should
be following, okay?

We almost ruined Gloria's life,

and we almost
interacted with Hoover,

which means
we almost changed history.

Yeah, but we didn't, huh?

Just...

Babe.

Hey, will you look at me?

I know it feels like
the walls are closing in,

- but we will figure this out.
- You keep saying that.

Okay, Sara?
But we're getting sloppy.

And without memory flashers

or time couriers or Gideon
to guide us,

we are lost, okay?

And you really think
that manual will help?

Probably not, but I just...

I need to.

- Okay.
- Okay.

You keep reading.

I have reason to suspect

that the Midland Robbery Gang

are holed up around here.

Sheriff Wood said
one of the gang members

got ahold of a peculiar safe
that was in his possession.

Mind if we search
your property, ma'am?

Does it really matter
if I say yes or no?

Smart woman.

Okay,
I overheard Hoover leaving.

All right, guys, let's go!

Hey, you coming?

Actually, I think I'm gonna just

stay for a little bit.

Oh, good for you, sis.

And in case you feel like
slowing things down a little...

What does that mean?

Oh, brother.

Come on.

- Whoo!
- You're back.

How did Hoover not see you guys?

Oh, we just hopped over
to another plane of existence

where space and time
don't function normally.

- No big whoop.
- You know, we could just

hide out in the Mansion.

We'd be out of Gloria's way.

Hiding isn't gonna get us
back to our timeline

or help us figure out
who blew up our ship.

- So, where do we go?
- New York City.

Guys, the manual mentions
an obscure scientist

who laid the foundation
for all of time travel,

a guy named Dr. Gwynn Davies.

He's alive right now, in 1925,

and he lives in New York.

- That could work.
- Right?

And you're okay
if we leave here?

I guess, as long
as we have a plan.

Good, because y'all gotta go.

I mean, J. Edgar Hoover's
suspicious of my mom.

Thinks she's harboring
some bank robbers,

the Midland Gang or something.

Hoover's indefatigable.

He's a bloodhound.

He won't let go of our scent
until he's won.

Then let's give him
what he wants.

Make him think he was right.

We will be the bank robbers.

We'll lead him out of Texas,
away from Gloria,

and all the while, making
our way to New York City.

Bank robbers were a big deal
in the 1920s.

And we'd certainly
grab his attention.

Yeah, and all we have to do

is rob some banks.

I mean, yes, please...

Can I just have a word
with you for a minute?

You want to go on a crime spree?

I mean, I don't even like
the idea of leaving this house,

but since we have to...
Listen to me,

we need to make
very small footprints.

And remember, we don't
even have our equipment.

What if somebody...
Babe, look, you're right.

And I'm scared too.

But I believe in us,
and I believe in our team.

We're more than
time travel and superpowers

and gadgets and manuals.

We are the Legends,
and we can pull this off.

I know we can.

And as soon as we can
time travel again,

we'll go and fix all
the changes that we made.

You can make a...
You can make a list

of timeline IOUs.

You love lists.

And then we will cross
them off, every single one.

- Every single one.
- Every single one.

Hmm?

Mm! Fine.

All right, crime spree it is.

But just until
we can time travel again.

I'd like to stay here
with my mom for a bit.

Astra should say too,
until she's fully recovered.

Okay, we'll just
pick you guys up

after we help invent
time travel.

Guys.

Hoover's back.

Y'all are gonna
get my mom arrested.

Gloria!

Do you have any rope?

Gloria Cruz,

you've been
withholding information.

- It's the Midland Gang.
They just left.

They forced us to cooperate!

They said they were
going to kill us.

Come on, babe, let's go!

- Hurry, Sara!
- I'm coming, hold on!

- Let's go, let's go, let's go!
- Get in the car!

- Come on, Nate!
Come on, come on, get on!

- See ya later, J. Edgar!
- Whoo!

Should've peed
before we left Gloria's.

Hmm.

Sorry.

Hit the floor, boys,
this is a robbery.

Not our first rodeo.

- Whoa, sorry, little lady.
Uh, bank's closed.

- Little lady?
Who do you think you are?

Why are your teeth so pretty?

Fluoride.

Now, you heard me.
Go on, get. Get!

This is a robbery.

I know robberies.
You're running crowd control.

Ya heard the lady.

Get on the ground.

And you,
I want you to go to the safe

and get me $93.65.

Okay, okay.

- 93...
- Yeah.

I did the calculation, babe.

It's all we need
to get to New York City.

Small footprints, you promised.

- And give me the money!
- Well, actually,

I have enough here in the till.

No need to open the safe.

All right, look.

We weren't gonna say anything

till after the robbery,
but come here.

We're the Midland Gang.

- No, way!
- Yeah.

I love the Midland Gang!

Huge fan.

I said get all the way
down on the ground, boys.

Ava keeps shooting the ceiling.

She hates ceilings.

Two women?

There's no women
in the Midland Gang.

You can steal money
from a bank, fine.

But you don't steal
somebody's gang name!

All right, lady, look,
we don't have a gang name.

- Okay?
- Well, gotta have a gang name.

It's patriotic.

Oh, oh, what about

the Legends...

of Tomorrow?

Uh, it's wordy.

It is.

Ooh, ooh, ooh!

The Bullet Blondes.

Well, it's not
just Sara and Ava.

We're in the gang too.

They're doing
all the heavy lifting.

Bullet Blondes.

Damn it, B, it is catchy.

- Hmm, the Bullet Blondes.
- The Bullet Blondes.

The Bullet Blondes.

This robbery is the work
of the Bullet Blondes!

The Bullet Blondes!

You gotta be kidding me.

Now, y'all gonna
put your heads down

and count to 100,
and pretend you never saw us.

- Yeah!
- Yeah.

Ooh, wait, wait, and, um,

go about your lives like
none of this ever happened,

completing any historically
significant events

you might otherwise have done.

Let's go.

Make way for the Bullet Blondes!

- Whoo, the Bullet Blondes!
Whoo-hoo!

Thank you all
for you cooperation!

Sorry about the guns!

- The Bullet Blondes!
Bullet Blondes!

The Bullet Blondes, I like it.

Have to admit
you were right, babe.

That went off without a hitch.

Guess we're
the Bullet Blondes now.

Come on, Gary, let's go!

- Whoo!
$93.65 never felt so sweet.

I don't think that's gonna
change history,

but I am gonna write it down
on our to-do ledger,

just to be sure that it doesn't.

Hopefully Hoover
is on our scent.

He's gonna follow us
out of town,

away from Gloria's house.

Next stop, New York City.

- Whoo!
- Uh-oh.

Guys, something's up ahead.

What he already roadblocked us?

Damn, that Hoover works fast.

He's indefatigable.

It's over, Bullet Blondes.

Get out of the car and put
your hands on the ground.

- Gun it.
- What?

Are you sure?

I bet he's a pretty good aim
with that gun.

- That's a good point.
Nate, get behind the wheel

in case he opens fire.
Come on, Gary,

Let's go, come on, let's go.

Go, Gary.

Feet out of my face.

Oh, God, oh, God.

- All right, let's do it.
- Everyone else,

get down, get down, get down.

I said small footprints, Sara.

Don't worry about it, babe.

We'll fix everything, I promise.

Whoo!

Yeah!

We made it!

Did you guys hear something?

Yeah.

Oh! It's a fan...

- What?
- It's a fabbable.

- What are you trying to say?
- Something about bubbles.

- Indefatigable!
- What?

Oh, my...

- What did you do?
- I don't know.

- This is not happening.
This is not happening!

Hoover can't die.

Hoover... Hoover can't die!

Oh!

- Oh, my God.
Thank God, he's alive.

Indefatigable.

- What? What'd he say?
What'd he say?

- I don't know.
- What'd you say?

I said...

"I never miss twice."

- Ah!
- Oh!

I killed J. Edgar Hoover.

I killed J. Edgar Hoover!

- I didn't mean to.
I didn't mean to.

That was... that was...

- Sara, I am sorry.
- I know, I know.

He's, uh, very important
to the timeline.

- The timeline?
The timeline is ruined.

History is ruined, and
we don't even have Gideon here

to tell us
how badly we've ruined it.

That's it.

I want to die. Goodbye.

I give up.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

- Goodbye!
- Babe?

Did we break Ava?

Hey, hey, babe, you okay?

- No.
- Yeah, you're okay.

Look, I know I talked you
into this plan,

and it has admittedly
gone sideways.

But we are...
We're pretty committed, okay?

So we gotta see
this one through.

I can't...

Yes, you can, and then

when we get back to 2021,

we are gonna go
on a real honeymoon.

It'll be on the beach,
we'll walk hand-in-hand.

We'll... we'll listen to one
of your Stabcast podcasts

and watch the sunset.
It'll be like...

Stabcast.

That's it.

There are no witnesses.

We're lucky.

We gotta hit the road, fast.

But first,

we gotta get rid of the body.

- Ava?
- Gary, that's your job.

Lose the glasses.

Oh!

You want me to eat

one of the most
important figures

of the 20th century?

We gotta get to New York,
and we gotta there fast.

We gotta find this Gwynn Davies

without messing up
the timeline any more,

and the first thing to do

is to eat this body.

What has gotten into you?

I have been reading true
crime stories my entire life.

This is my time to shine.

Shut up and eat up, Gary.

You're in
the Bullet Blondes now.

I'm a Bullet Blonde?

I swear I take
no pleasure in this.

Beyond just the taste
of human meat,

which as you know, I find...

quite delicious.

Do it, Gary.

Astra, you're up.

Yeah,
thought I'd make myself useful.

That's very sweet.

You're capable of so much more
than picking vegetables.

I have just recovered.

You have a terrible
bedside manner.

Tell me, what did you do
to hurt yourself so much?

I tried to perform a spell
that I wasn't ready for,

and it nearly destroyed me.

My former mentor would be

so disappointed
if he were here right now,

saying I have to be willing
to walk alone

and risk it all
if I want to succeed.

You know, my mother
was a great healer.

She taught me everything
that she knew.

But I was terrible at it.

It wasn't until I was able
to cast off her training,

start fresh in a way
that reflected who I am,

that I truly
became a healer myself.

Yeah, but...

walk alone, sacrifice yourself,

that's what magic is about.

Your mentor taught you
how he did magic, yeah?

But you're not him.

R.I.P.

So you're just gonna bury
the pieces of the Waverider?

Well, it ain't
gonna bury itself.

I'm gonna miss the old girl.

Really?

Astra Logue getting sentimental.

Look, I'm sorry

I brought the cops
to your mom's place.

I don't blame you
for being pissed about it.

- No, I get it.
You were trying to help.

I wasn't just trying
to help you, though.

I was trying to prove myself
to replace John.

I just wanted to show everyone
that I was worthy,

which I guess I'm not.

John?

We don't need another John.

We need you.

Astra, I wasn't mad
about the cops.

I wasn't happy about them,

but I was upset
that you almost died.

I like having you around.

You're like my best friend.

No one's ever said that to me.

But you're mine too.

Good.

And if anything goes wrong,
we'll handle it.

I got your back.

You know, it's too bad.

I almost finished that spell.

You didn't finish it?

No, it was too much for me.

I bet John would've finished it.

Unum.

That was the last word.

Unum? Sounds mysterious.

Wish Gideon was here
to make us a nice steak.

- Steak?
Okay, I wish Gideon was here

to make us a drink.

- Mezcal.
- Eh?

Who the hell is that?

Ay, dios mio.

Gideon?

Greg, move your head.