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Come on, Cap.
Can't we just bowl one more?

No!
Sorry.

We'll have a rematch
at our next date night.

I don't know about all of y'all,

but I'm done with space.

Get these shoes on solid ground.

Agreed, but not in those shoes.

We need to talk
about your footwear.

Try to put a heel on me,

and I'll show you
where to stick it.

Oh, I'm with Ms.
Cruz on this one.

I think it's about
time that we all return

to where we belong,
don't you think?

- All right.
- Okay, message received.

You are correct. It is
time for us to swap back.

- It's not forever.
- I know. We got this.

Yeah.

Okay, Fancy Z, time to come out.

Oh, B and... oh.

John, I missed
your face so much.

I missed you so much.

Wait, are we in actual space?

Yep.

- Do I want to know why?
- Desperate times.

The world was at stake,
all that malarkey.

Let me explain it to you
over a nice cup of chai,

maybe a foot massage, yeah?

- Talk later, Z.
- Boos before bros.

Unless your other bro's a

Time Bro.

Hey, babe? Something's wrong.

I can't set jump
coordinates. Can you...

I'm afraid my jump
drive was damaged

when Mr. Constantine magicked
us across the universe.

Well, I guess we're gonna
have to take the long way.

Calculating the most
efficient route.

Taking into consideration
the Waverider's fuel

and energy reserves,
we should arrive safely

in 3 weeks, 2
days, and 21 hours.

Stuck on the ship
for three weeks?

I'll be in my room.

When we land on
Earth, wake me up.

These damn eggs are
making my head itchy.

I'll bring you some
cocoa butter for that.

And I have a great
way to pass the time.

It's this super fun
role-playing game.

It's called "Beast/Slayers."

A Gothic mystery
adventure awaits?

Well, we have a wedding
we have to plan.

Yeah, we have so much to plan.

- We just... we... we're very busy.
- We have to plan.

We have to plan a lot of things.

Okay, I'll just set it up

in case you guys
change your mind.

Okay!

I have everything
organized by category.

Mm, wow, yep, this is thorough.

We've got group A, those
who need to come, obviously;

Group B, those who we
would love to come,

but if they can't, it's okay;

And... come on...
Group C, the people

that we should definitely
send an invitation to

and pray that they RSVP no.

What about group D?

Yeah, well, those are the people

who it might be better
that they don't know

we're getting married
until it's too late.

Why is Barry Allen on this list?

I love Barry.
I know you do, babe.

But you know that if
Barry and Iris show up,

there is a 100% chance that
our special day will be

blown up by a
supervillain, so group D.

Okay, D.

Hold on a second.

Gideon, why is our
trip getting longer?

I've recalculated
the duration based on

our current level of
power consumption.

Power consumption?

- You will not survive this.
- Oh, I'm gonna survive.

- Deadly combo coming at you.
- No, no.

- Ha!
- Wait, wait, no.

I'm not out. I'm not
out. I'm not... no.

- Hey!
- Sorry, kiddos.

We gotta conserve power, or
we're never gonna get home.

- So no screen time?
- Afraid so.

- I got you, Captain.
- No power, no problem.

All right, who's next?

Gideon, I would like a
prime rib, medium rare,

with shoestring fries
and béarnaise and...

- Ah-ah-ah!
- Gideon, scrap that order.

Sorry, we can't use the
food fabricator anymore.

How are we supposed
to feed ourselves?

I don't know. Oh, look!

Food.

Cook it the
old-fashioned way, yummy.

How's that robe fit you, love?

Actually, it's a little bit big.

All right.

Oh, wow, it's perfect now.

You all right, man?

Aces all around,
squire, aces all around.

I feel magnificent.
How do you feel, good?

Oh.

- Mm.
- Oh, wow, yeah.

Oh, hello, brother.

John is taking me on a spa date.

- Ah, on the ship?
- Oh, ye little of faith.

You see, I finally got my
magic back and no occasion

to use it save for doting
on that delightful deity.

Relaxation awaits.

Deep breaths as you
fire up that back leg.

Oh, steel is not flexible.

Inhale, extend.

Exhale, goddess pose.

Oh, I missed this.

I'll take the positivity
into my energy sphere

with gratitude.

Room for an English one?

We're kinda in
the middle of a...

Of course, prepare yourself
for total relaxation.

Yeah.

Atmosphere could do with
a bit of upgrade, though,

couldn't it?

Wow, now, that is
how you set the mood.

Oof, what, did you raise
it 20 degrees in here?

I'm beginning to schvitz.

Guess we're doing hot yoga.

But in the interest of
preserving the sanctity

of this practice, I ask
that you keep your pants on.

Well, in the interest of
achieving a higher state

of consciousness, I must
bare myself to the elements.

- Come on, B.
- You know how he is.

Sure, but I'd rather not know
all of him right now, okay?

I thought that you
of all people would,

you know, go with the flow.

The flow was my flow till
you came and hijacked it.

- Hijacked it?
- Improved it, don't you mean?

Do you know what?
This is bollocks.

Know what? I'm gonna go practice

somewhere more
welcoming. Cheers.

Behrad...

Don't mom-voice me, Zari.

Guys, guys, just take a breath.

- You're right.
- This is safe space.

John, you can stay.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, the mood's all
wrong now, mate.

John.

Well, if that is the issue,

then why did you put your
fake actor parents in group A?

Whoa, whoa, I have
very fond memories

of them that feel real, and I...

Well, Black Siren is my
sister Laurel from another...

I felt like a spare prick
in a dartboard, all right?

I know when I'm not wanted,

and I'm not gonna
outstay my welcome.

- John, don't be so dramatic.
- Go back there and make amends.

- He didn't mean what he said.
- Oh, hold on.

- What is the drama?
- Tensions are very high.

People are feeling very prickly.

How is this already happening?

- It's day three.
- It is very stressful

being cooped up on a timeship.

Worse, it's bloody boring.

Yeah, and without
technology to distract us,

it's only gonna get worse
before it gets better.

We need an activity, something
to bring us together,

like a mission
but not a mission,

like a game.

Welcome to the world
of "Beast/Slayers."

In this Gothic adventure,
you'll enter a mansion

for a dinner party, only to be
hunted by a horrendous beast.

Oh, I see what's happening here.

It's like "Mafia."

One of us is secretly the beast,

and it's up to the rest
of us to figure it out

before it's too
late... go ahead.

After each kill,
you will deliberate

on who to accuse of being
the horrendous monster.

- You.
- Accuse correctly,

the beast dies and
the humans win.

And if we accuse incorrectly?

Well, then the game continues,

and it's the beast's
turn to strike!

I'll be the all-knowing narrator

who will usher the game along.

Meanwhile, you will each need

to select a
character and a card.

Ooh, can I go first?

Hmm, eccentric detective.

- Hmm, black widow.
- Ooh.

- Starving artist.
- Wealthy foreigner.

- Reluctant soothsayer.
- Typecast much?

Big game hunter, I'll take it.

Prima donna, obviously.

Consumptive doctor, original.

All right, now, keep each
of these cards secret.

They either say human,
or they say beast.

Know who and what you are

as we begin.

It's a dark and stormy night

as a group of strangers
are summoned to the home

of a rich and powerful lord.

All right, enough of this.

All right, so everybody wants

to go on an
adventure, all right?

Well, let's go on a real
adventure, shall we?

Now, that's more like it.

Game on. Let's hunt this beast.

What?

You have got to teach
me the spell, John.

Yeah, well, it takes the bored

out of board game, doesn't it?

This is so incredibly realistic,

and I cannot wait to
win this entire game.

Well, I for one did not consent

to being magicked into a game.

Oh, come on.

Would you really rather play
with Gary making sound effects?

Okay, I gotta admit, John,
this is pretty impressive.

But why does it look
like your house?

Well, the spell is linked
to the rules of the game,

but the rest of the gaps are
filled in by my imagination.

It's easy to make a
place I know so well.

Now, once we win and
the game ends, poof,

we'll all be back in
the ship, right as rain.

Hello?

Guys?

You all right in there?

All right, Gary.

They're counting
on you to narrate.

Okay, everyone.

Dinner is served!

Oof.

- So, Detective...
- Hmm?

How do we figure out
who this beast is?

It's all about the first kill.

Once the beast strikes,
there'll be a clear line

from who's chosen
to who's guilty.

I've already mapped
out who it could be

based on who dies first.

Hey, John, this chicken
smells delicious.

But seriously,
babe, do you think

he'd cater the wedding?

- There's no wedding talk.
- Why?

- And I do not know

what you are talking
about, Detective,

because I am just a
heartbroken, sad widow.

You know I don't drink.

Yeah, but this isn't real, mate.

This may be your one
and only opportunity

to try a truly exquisite
Bordeaux, know what I mean?

- I'll have some.
- No, she won't.

Yes, she will. It's not real.

- Don't be jealous, Gar.

You're a vital part
of this adventure.

Gideon, what's that?

I'm receiving a distress beacon

from an approaching vessel.

Who the hell is
making that racket?

Trying to concentrate
on my puzzles.

We're being hailed by someone
who's lost out in space.

Oh, my God, your hair.

Grew overnight.

- Well, don't tuck it in.
- It's beautiful.

It's a sign you're in
your fourth quadmester.

It means the babies are healthy.

I recognize that ship.

Bishop the Psycho
might be on board

or those damn lizard people.

Gideon, blast.

I'm under captain's orders
not to use any systems

not vital for our
transport to Earth.

- Where are the captains?
- They're in my game.

Well, if the captains are
not here, makes me captain.

Well, I don't think
that's how that works.

The ship is maneuvering
into docking position

on our starboard side.

Damn it, we missed our shot.

Docking complete.

I urge you to reserve judgment

until we know exactly
who's behind that door.

Shut up.

Whatever comes through
that door, I'm killing.

Kayla!

Hey, dummies, you miss me?

all: Ooh!

- All right, what is happening?
- Ooh, it's time.

The beast will choose
its first victim.

- Ooh!

- Oh!
- No.

- Dead.

- What?

- The dead have no voice.
- How poetic.

- Well, that was pretty tame.
- Oh, well, Behrad?

See? It's all pretend.

I'm sorry, babe, but you're out.

You gotta go. I know

I
will miss you. Adieu.

So we lost the detective.

She was the only one
who could have figured

this whole thing out,

and now, well, she's gone.

All right, y'all, the
beast had their fun.

Now it's our turn.

All right, take
it easy, Spooner.

In games like these,
it's up to the group

to deliberate on who
we think the beast is.

And then it's up to all of us
to vote on someone to accuse.

- Well, I accuse you.
- No.

I think that you
were so impressed

with Ava's methodology
that you wanted

to eliminate the competition
right from the start.

Or it's you, and you're quick

to accuse others to
deflect any suspicion.

Just pick me.

I'll gladly go hang
with Ava and be exempt

from decisions like these.

No, no, no. I agree with Sara.

I think it's Nate.

- Thank you.
- What?

Guys, besides Gary, who has
been very quiet, by the way,

I'm the only one who has any
idea how to play this game.

- Not exactly, mate.
- We'll be fine without you.

- Don't you worry.
- So do we vote on Nate?

- All in favor.
- Mm-hmm.

I abstain.

- Doesn't matter.
- Don't need him.

You have been accused.

- Ahh!

- He's dead.
- Oh, no, no.

Trust me, he is fine, all right?

- Nate is fine.
- Dude, he literally

just got stabbed in the back.

He's not fine.

- Ooh.
- Oh! Oh, that is awful.

Is that supposed to happen?
That's really graphic.

It's fine.

- John, what has changed?

Why is Nate's death so
different from Ava's?

Well, why are you
asking me, right?

If you got a problem
with the game,

you go talk to that git Gary.

He's the one who picked it.

I just made it into
a proper experience.

John.

John.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

No, he's becoming his character,

consumptive doctor.

What if the longer
the game goes on,

the more realistic it becomes?

And is anyone else starting to
feel more like their character?

I feel like shooting
something, but that's normal.

Yeah, I wouldn't be
able to tell either.

- Prima donna.

I do feel extra dramatic
and quite squeamish.

What about you, are you
hungry, starving artist?

Turns out seeing my
best friend's dead body

is an appetite killer,
so... I'm gonna be sick.

All right, well, I
am definitely feeling

the loss of my beloved Ava.

If we all are becoming
more like our characters

and Ava was the first
one to die, then...

Ava!

No, no, no.

Ava, Ava.

Ava, oh, no, no,
no, this is wrong.

This is... damn it, John.

This has gone too far. I'm
putting an end to this.

Look, I'm the...

Was Sara about to confess?

Nah, she was gonna
take out her card.

- That's it.
- Everyone show your card.

- Blank.
- Blank.

- Blank.
- Blank!

Blank.

Is hers blank as well?

No, it's worse.

Don't think that
putting a Band-Aid

on my wound makes us even.

I'm just trying to help.

Oh, now you care
about my well-being.

- I'll be fine.
- You don't look fine.

I mean, you always look fine.

We have a machine
that can fix that.

I'm just here for my ship.

Well, your ship's not here.

Then where is it?

I reverse tracked
my pod detector,

and it led me here.

That tech should
have been on my ship.

But I guess you guys are
thieves as well as deserters.

So what did you do with
the rest of my ship, huh?

It's on Earth, and funny enough,

we're traveling there now.

We can give you a lift.

But in the meantime, let
us patch that up, hmm?

What happened to her tentacle?

Zaguron stung her.

She had to amputate to prevent
the poison from spreading.

- Poor Lefty.
- Lefty?

- The tentacle has a name?
- Sure, it does.

Our tentacles are regenerative,

so they're part of us,

but they're also
their own creatures,

kind of like starfish
arms or earthworms.

She wants to know
what you're doing.

Starting up the meat printer.

She'll have a new
Lefty in no time.

Oh, that's the time
to destination.

Because we printed
you a new tentacle.

- The jump drive is broken!

Why do you think we're traveling

the old-fashioned way?

- All fixed.
- Time to go back to your ship.

Or you could show me
where your mainframe is,

and I'll fix your jump drive.

And then we can all
get what we want

a hell of a lot quicker, deal?

Deal.

How did you get off the planet?

I thought you were dead.

- If I...
- If what?

You thought I was alive?

You didn't stick around
long enough to find out.

In fact, you bolted the
second you got onto my ship.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm sorry.

Oh, wow, an apology.

That sounded like
that took some effort.

You know what else
took some effort?

Battling my way through a
Zaguron-infested planet.

You know Zagurons are
carrion creatures?

They will swarm a dying planet

and pick it to pieces like that.

They were relentless,
but I was stronger.

With some time, I finally
got Bishop's habitat

airborne again.

Never imagined I'd
run into you bozos.

Soon as I get my ship back,
I'll be a dozen galaxies away

from here and forget that
any of you ever existed.

Kayla, there's
something I have to...

Hey, hey, Mick.

Can I please get your hand
over here with something?

What?

Don't tell Kayla
you're pregnant.

If she finds out, she may
perform the Necrian love grip.

What?

Males in my species
are subservient.

Mm, of course they are.

If she finds that
you're an unfit parent

or she doesn't like you,
she could knock you out

and eat your eggy brains.

Please keep an eye on her,

and remember,

do not trust her.

All right, hunt's on.

- One of you did this.
- What are you gonna do,

shoot us all till one
of us is the beast?

How do you even know if
one of us is the beast?

- What if it was Sara?
- Then what killed her?

And if Sara was the beast,
this game should be over.

What step are we
even on anymore?

- That's a Gary question, love.

The rules are all
bloody rubbish to me.

Maybe you should
have learned them

before trapping us
in this nightmare.

You think I'm
enjoying this, squire?

You know, if the beast doesn't
off me, the bloody TB will.

But you know what? I'm
the one that's gonna

get us all out of
here, all right?

So sit back.

Yes.

Deadly nightshade, in you go.

Pulverized whalebone.

And just a little boost
to make it all sing.

Bottoms up.

Whoa!

- John, are you okay?
- Yeah.

I'm fine.

I guess the game won't allow
us to take a shortcut, so

we just have to play and win.

And if we lose?

What do you mean if we lose?

Well, there are two
outcomes to this game.

In one, the humans win
by killing the beast.

In the other, the beast
kills all the humans

and the game keeps going.

Characters get re-dealt,

and the game goes
on and on and on.

You mean we could be
trapped in here forever.

Time to play offense.

If we're all becoming
our characters,

then maybe I can use my
powers as a soothsayer

to figure out who the beast is.

Everyone, circle up.

With my power as the
oracle, I demand to know.

Beast, where are you?

Speak through me.

I am here. I am one of you.

I will win.

Your blood will smear the walls.

Your screams will fill the air.

Forever here, forever
mine, forever.

Oh, to hell with this.

I'm finding another way
out of this dumpster fire.

And if any of y'all
come after me,

I'll blow your head off.

- Except you. I trust you.
- Likewise.

Let's go.

Wait! Where you going?

Splitting up is a cardinal sin
to survival and creativity!

Let's try this door.

Okay, so we're passing
the conservatory now.

- Into the dining room.
- This is exhausting.

All these doors circle
back into the house.

What?

I'm worried about
Astra and Spooner.

- Yeah.
- I'm gonna bring them

- back here.
- Okay.

- Keep an eye on John.
- Yeah, that's what I'm doing.

I mean keep an eye on him
in a defensive way. Here.

- You can't be serious.
- I'm a starving artist.

- I'm nothing but serious.
- He can barely walk.

I'm more of a danger to him
than he is to me right now.

Just take it.

- Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.
- It's gonna be okay.

I'm sorry I got you
into this, love.

Hey, you didn't know
this was gonna happen.

I'm gonna get you
some water, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Behrad, is that you?

A kitchen, that's new.

Yes, we can try the back door.

Come on, come on!

- You gotta be kidding me.
- No, no, no, no, no!

This cannot be happening!

Aw, screw this.

What happened?

- Don't go in there...
- Spooner and Astra.

No.

Oh!

Where's John?

Spooner and Astra are
dead. I know it was you.

Oh, nice tactic, sunshine.

But I lost track of you
just before the attack.

So did Zari, didn't you, love?

I actually saw Behrad find them.

Oh, you saw him find
them, or you saw him

after he found them, maybe
after he killed them?

All of this is your fault!

Oh, there you go again,
blaming the bloody magic.

I'm not blaming the
bloody magic, John.

I'm blaming you for abusing it.

You just had to go and show off
your fancy new Fountain powers.

Jealous, are we?

Well, add that to your
petulant brattiness.

Stop acting like children.

I think he's the beast.

I've been coughing
my bloody lungs up

for the last two hours.

How can you still
think that I'm the one

that killed our friends?

I'm not saying how you did it.

- I'm saying I know you did it.
- Okay, so let's vote.

- I vote that it's you.
- And I vote it's you.

Don't make me
choose between you.

- All right, do you know what?
- I will do you both a favor.

I'm gonna go and lock
myself in the attic because,

clearly, I am some unhinged,
egotistical bloody maniac!

John, just...

Thanks.

Gideon, what's with
all the energy usage?

The device that Mr. Rory
refers to as the meat printer

is drawing a considerable
amount of power.

Lefty, no.

What are you printing?

Lefty. Calm down, Lefty.

Don't... oh!

Gideon, is the
ship ready to jump?

The jump drive is fully
operational, Mr. Rory.

But there is trouble.

Mr. Green is under
attack in the med bay.

Attack? By who?

Gotcha.

- What are you doing?
- Why are you doing this?

- Because you left me.
- And he got me out.

I owe him.

Him?

I'm pregnant!

Not the love grip!

I don't want to die in here.

Maman and Baba will never know
the truth about me, about us.

If we get out of here, I'm
coming clean with them.

Oh, please.

Like you'd ever risk damaging
Maman's view of her...

Oh, maybe I should tell her

how your magician boyfriend
got you to drink wine.

You would not.

You're right, I wouldn't.

But how can you not see
what John's doing here?

He told us himself,
he filled in the gaps

of this illusion with
his own imagination.

I mean, this is some
new level of a bad trip.

What is your problem with him?

My problem is that
he's being a jerk

and you're not seeing it.

Ever since he came
back from the Fountain,

he's been acting like an
asshat jock on steroids.

Oh, working out your issues
from high school much?

If by that, you mean worrying
about your choice in men,

then yeah, I am.

We need to call him
out. He's the beast.

If we vote to accuse
him, we can end this.

- I can't.
- Why not?

I love him.

I've never heard you say
that about anybody before.

Well, I've never... felt it.

I can be myself with him,

you know, no games, no pretense.

He makes me happy.

Have you told him how you feel?

- No, no, that feels...
- very scary

to be vulnerable to
another person like that.

I mean, can it even
last, you know?

You know how John is.

- Yeah, but...
- you gotta take that leap.

- Okay, now you like him again?
- I never disliked him.

I love the guy, but something
is definitely off about him.

- You can end the game.
- You know how.

You just can't do
it. You won't do it.

I've tried ending it.

By shooting back some
magic potion number nine?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

With every sip, you make
this prison and me stronger.

You're not in control
of the magic, John.

It's in control of you.

Yeah, just do me a favor,
right, and you kill me

or piss off because I
am done playing games.

No, you're not.

You love this world.

You love the power.

You love me.

Like hell I do.

Oh, don't look so
surprised, John.

I've always been here.

You just never looked
me in the eye before.

You never wanted to
confront the part of you

that sabotaged all
your relationships,

doomed your lovers.

The game made that possible.

It made me possible,

gave me a playground
to sow destruction

before your very eyes.

Here I am,

fueled by your new addiction

and loving every moment of it.

- It's all tricks and lies.
- I'll kill you, you bastard.

John.

Look at me, John.

Or more like, look at yourself.

This is who you really are.

Sara's the beast.

No, there was an actual beast
who was none of us somehow.

Bloody Gary, innit,
you can't give him

a lick of responsibility

without him buggering it all up.

Okay, well, let's play again.

- All: No!
- Why?

Do you really want to die again?

I'm not gonna die
this time because

this time, I'm gonna
win. Let's play.

Wait, you guys.

- Are we home?
- Oh, good,

because I am bloody knackered.

How long were we in that game?

What is that?

Ew.

Look.

- Look, I got it.
- Yes, great.

So someone shut down
the entire ship.

Yeah, and we have to
do a complete reboot

in order to get
Gideon back online

so we can figure out
what the hell happened.

- Where are Mick and Gary?
- I don't know.

- John, have you seen them?
- No, no, I haven't.

No, that spell's left me with
the mother of all hangovers.

- I'll see you guys later.
- Yeah.

Hey, you want some company?

Oh, I'm just gonna
chill back at the house.

I'll be all right.

Well, then I will
come over later,

and I will bring you
your favorite tea.

Oh, what's a busted-up
old codger like me done

to deserve a woman like you?

I don't know, must be magic.

Yeah.

- I'll see you later.
- Bye.

Are you gonna tell him?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Look, Z, I'm sorry for
everything I said before,

for pinning everything on John.

I went into overprotective
brother mode.

Hey, I protect you, not
the other way around, okay?

You don't worry about me.

Besides, have you ever met
someone I can't handle?

Mom?

Hmm, I'd argue she
can't handle me, but...

Speaking of Mom, I'm
gonna head back to 2044

- and visit her and Baba.
- Oh.

I think it's about
time I let them know

what really happened to
this old family heirloom.

You're gonna tell
them the truth?

On second thought, maybe
I'll just take it easy

and enjoy Maman's cooking.

Yeah, that's a way better idea.

Mm!

Come on.

Get rid of it. Get rid of him.

Ah, Gary, what are you doing?

Where are your glasses, bud?

- It's Mick.
- Ay, dios mío.

- He's alive.
- And he has hair.

John, there's something
I want to tell you.

Whoa, hey, there you are.

Mick needs help. Come on.

Greg, move your head.