All language subtitles for 3_Egtgfnglish

- Ladies and gentlemen,
we've reached our destination.

Welcome to New York City.

- Taxi!
[horn honks]

- Legends, we made it!

Legends, we made it!

- Thanks, we heard
you the first time.

- And every other time.

- I appreciated
all your updates.

- Thanks.

Uh, Nate and Zari
aren't coming?

What are they doing?
Did they say something?

- Hoover-Bot's
still stonewalling us,

so they're tinkering,

trying to figure out
who sent him.

Why are you so concerned?
- I'm not concerned.

I'm just, you know, emotionally
invested in their love story.

- I can't believe we're finally
in New York.

We're so close to getting
a time machine and going home.

- Okay, first, we got to find
Dr. Gwyn Davies.

So let's get a city map,
yeah?

- Can we also please find
some pizza or something

that's not John's whiskey?

- Ooh! I saw an ice-cream stand
near the park.

- Oh, I miss classic
New York pizza.

It's all squash blossoms
and cauliflower crust

in 2044.
- Yeah.

Why couldn't John's
manor dimension

have had unlimited Pizza Shack?

- Manor dimension? 2044?

Pizza Shack?

Where--where are you kids from?

- Oh, um, we're just
tourists from--

- Uh, Canada, eh?

Sorry, how much
do we owe you?

- You're not Canadians.
Canadians are good people.

You're outlaws.

And I'm gonna stop you.

- [groans]

[indistinct chatter]

- Come here, come here.
- [groaning]

- Careful, careful.
- [groans]

Okay.

Okay, I'm fine.
I got the map.

Let's just get to the manor.

[device beeping]

- Whatever you're doing
back there, you can't hurt me.

I'm impervious to pain.
- Oh, I believe it.

- Wow, You mastered
that Hoover tech real quick.

- Yeah, well, the code is
the same as the Waverider's.

In fact, you see
this blue chip?

We have chips like this
all over the Waverider.

- So, we can confirm
that the Waverider

who shot our Waverider
is making the Hoover-Bots.

But the question
is still who and why.

- Yeah.
Well, if this computer

I stole from John's attic
wasn't so retro,

I would have
the answer to that.

- I was sent by the
United States Government

to uphold the law.
- Hmm.

- He still thinks
he's the real Hoover?

- Yeah, I even put up a mirror
to show him his tech.

He accused me of subversion.

- You deserve a break.
- Doughnuts?

Where'd you get doughnuts?

- John's attic.
Kidding.

Gary stole them off the train.

- Ah, genius!

Oh, my God, Sara!
- I'm fine.

We got too casual,
forgot the Bullet Blondes

are still front-page news.

Not gonna happen again.

- Yes, you might be fine,

but I'm finding it very hard

to erase the image of my wife

being shot
by a trigger-happy local.

- Sounds more like a patriot
to me.

- Can we mute him?

I can't deal with his
negative energy right now.

- Yeah, gladly.

- Sounds like an American hero.
Sounds like some--

- Okay, so...

[whispering] Have you and Zari
talked next steps?

- [whispering] No.
I don't know what to say.

And I don't want
to ruin the vibe.

- You're ruining the vibe
by not saying anything.

This is last time
I sneak you train doughnuts.

- The hell you will.
You're my doughnut dealer.

- Hey.

What are you two
whispering about?

- [normal voice] Oh, uh...
[clears throat] The mission.

The Bullet Blondes
are still front-page news,

and we got to find this
Dr. Davies as fast as we can.

- He's right.

And we located Edison Labs,
which is where Davies worked

when he came up with
the foundation for time travel.

- Great.
Just get us his research,

and we'll use
our future knowledge

to build
what he's come up with.

Then we can time travel
out of 1925.

- Wonderful.

While you regain your strength,
I'll go get Davies' research.

- Actually, I'm going.
You're staying.

- What? No way.
You just got shot.

- Babe, our faces are literally

on the front
of every single newspaper.

If someone recognizes us again
and decides to take a shot,

I'm the only one who's gonna
be able to survive that.

- [sighs] Fine.
But no footprints.

Davies is the father
of time travel.

If you mess up his timeline,
no amount of IOUs

in the world can fix it.

- You got it.
- [sighs]

[indistinct chatter]
- Which one's Davies?

- No clue.

Time Bureau Manual didn't have
a picture of him.

- Oh.
[clears throat]

- But if I had to guess,
I'd say that guy.

- Looks familiar.

Kind of like Mick
but with hair?

- I was thinking
more of a young Stein.

But regardless, he's clutching
his briefcase to his chest

like it has
something important in it.

- Basis of time travel?
- Mm-hmm.

Wait here.

Um, excuse me, Dr. Gwyn Davies?

- That's Dr. Gwyn Davis.
What is it you want?

- I am a huge fan of your work,
and I would just love

to pick your brain
over a cup of--

- Yes, yes, yes,
I'm not here

to socialize, young lady.

I'm here to make
some very important discoveries

for Mr. Edison.

Now excuse me. Thank you.
- Of course.

Ooh!
Oh, I am so sorry.

Oh, by the way, was that
an accent that I detected?

- Good day to you.
- Oh, um...

keep up the good work.

- Did you get it?

- Couldn't have been easier.

[exciting country music]

♪

- We've been trying
to hitchhike for days,

and literally nobody
has stopped.

- We must get
to Dr. Gwyn Davies

by 7:00 p.m. tomorrow,
or the Legends will die.

At our current pace,
we'll get to him in two weeks.

- Sí.

[distant rumbling]

- Spooner.

- Why can't you just bring us
some good luck, man?

- Who are you conversing with?

Is there someone
up there?

Hello! I'm Gideon.

- Fine.
I didn't want to do this.

But you leave me no choice.

[chanting spell]

I just performed
a luck spell.

Now this rock
will bring us good luck.

- No way! You can do that?

- Obviously.
I'm a witch.

- Isn't luck just
an interpretation

of random occurrences?

How can a spell generate that?

- How can a spell generate
anything?

All I know is it works.
Spooner.

- It works!

- These blueprints
are incredible.

It's like Da Vinci's
helicopter sketch.

- Okay, how long to build
the time ship?

- Davies' instructions
are really thorough.

I'd say four--no, five.

- Weeks? Months?

- Uh, years.
- Five years?

- You're asking us to build
a time machine

from scratch in 1925.

- We're never gonna
get back to 2021.

- Look, it's not impossible.

It's just gonna
take a little while.

- Well, you're right.

[sighs] And at least we have
an unlimited supply of booze

'cause I need
to get liquored up.

- I totally support that
after you ninja Davies' files

back into his apartment.

- You want me to do this now?

- Yes.
Small footprints, babe.

We can't risk
altering time travel history.

It could jeopardize
our entire existence.

- Okay.
Fine.

And then
I'm getting liquored up.

- Bye.

- [snoring lightly]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- [whispering]
Now go about your life,

and we'll build
your time machine for you.

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

♪

Or you'll build it
for us.

- You guys, his time machine
is literally sitting there

just begging to be used.

- Hold on.
We can't use it yet.

According to Davies' notes,
we're still missing one part.

- Who's game
for a scavenger hunt?

- Oh, I love scavenger hunts,

because I love giving myself
to all things--

games, people.

- Did you and Gary hook up?
I won't be mad.

I will be confused.

Just checking.

- Davies' notes also say
he got all his parts

from Edison Labs.

I bet that's where we find
the missing one.

- Scavenger hunt just
got way easier.

- Wait, wait.
I am also dying to get to 2021,

but no footprints, remember?

- Babe, I respect
your "no footprints" plan.

And, yes, we could wait
five years

for the Tarazis
to build a time machine

that may or may not work--
no offense.

- None taken.
- Slightly offended.

- Or we could leave
a tiny footprint

and get out of here
way earlier.

- It's not gonna be tiny.
Can you slow down?

We're just trying to get
all the information.

For instance,
this is very interesting.

The Manual says that Davies
laid the foundation

for time travel.

If he built a time machine,

why doesn't it say
that he invented time travel?

- All right, maybe
he time-traveled somewhere,

couldn't recharge,
and got stuck there.

- Oh, that makes sense.

That's why he never got credit,

because no one
ever knew he succeeded.

- But if we time-travel to the
future, we can recharge it.

Plus, we'll pick up some time
couriers, and we'll get back,

and we'll return the machine,
and he'll be none the wiser.

Babe, we would have
time travel again.

And I know it's a footprint,
but it's a tiny footprint.

It's like a baby footprint.

And everyone loves
baby footprints.

- The clutch is slipping.

- I have no idea
what that means.

But I assume it's bad.
Can you fix it?

- No, there's no time,
and we won't be able

to get out of first gear.

So, like, the max we can go
is, like, 20 miles per hour.

- How fast do we need to drive
to get to New York?

- Well, to prevent the Legends
from blowing up

in Davies' time machine
due to electrical overload,

we should maintain
a conservative pace

of no less than
55 miles per hour.

- Maybe we can, I don't know,
find a mechanic.

- There's no need.

We got our lucky rock.
Remember?

- I'm still not convinced
there's any such thing as luck,

only the ability to cope
with the statistical universe.

- Ah, you'll see.
Watch.

Come on, rock,
bring us some more luck.

- Good afternoon, ladies.

Name's Erwin George Baker,

but you can call me
Cannon Ball.

- Cannon Ball?

As in the cross-country
race-car driver?

- You've heard of me?

- I'm a big NASCAR--
I mean racing fan.

- [chuckles]

Well, y'all wouldn't happen
to know the fastest route

through Cleveland,
now, would you?

I'm actually in the middle of
trying to break my own record

driving from L.A.
to New York.

And, well,
I think I made a wrong turn.

- New York, did you say?

We're actually
on our way there, too.

- Well, the fastest route
to New York

is south on Highway 15
till it merges with Highway 40,

then cut through Columbus,
not Cleveland, on the 90.

- [laughing]

You sure know
your directions, miss.

I'll tell you what--

if y'all help me
get to the highway,

I'll let you race with me
all the way to New York.

- Shotgun.
- All right!

- Let's go.

- Oh, I love scavenger hunts.

Are we playing teams
or head-to-head?

- Neither. You're on your own
finding that part.

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- Make sure that the doc
stays here all night.

We can't have him walking in

on us building
his time machine, right?

- How you gonna keep him here?

- Uh...

- Hmm.

[humming]

- [speaking Welsh]
I told you,

I am not here to socialize,
young lady.

Thank you.

I beg your pardon.

What do you think
you are doing?

You see, this is my desk.

It is not a rubbish tip.

- Oh, you didn't hear?

They want your opinion

on which of these projects
is best by tomorrow?

- Yes.
Who wants it?

Not Edison.

- Oh, this...

came straight
from Edison himself.

Oh, and these.

Tomorrow.

[objects clatter]

- What do we have here?

I truly am the world's
greatest scavenger hunter.

- I should be out there.
- Sara's gonna be fine.

She's a half-alien ninja

in a building
full of scientists.

- An illegal alien?

You degenerates
are worse than I thought.

- Would you just shut up?

You're not even
the real Hoover.

You are a robot.

If you would just tell us
who sent you

and who blew up our Waverider,
we could be rid of you.

- You can't get rid of me.

I'll hunt you
until my dying breath.

- Shh!

I still don't know who sent him
or who blew up the Waverider.

But I did find a to-do list
in his programming.

- Tax convention at 3:00 p.m.?
- I'm missing that?

You'll pay for this.

- Uh, there's an item that
supersedes everything else.

Oh.

- Wait, so, if he's here
to kill us

but he's also here
to replace the old Hoover

and do everything
that the old Hoover did,

does that mean that the person
that wants us dead

is trying to protect
the timeline?

- Why would someone
who's trying to protect

the timeline
want us dead?

Protecting the timeline
is literally our job.

- I don't know,
but any noticeable footprints,

and they'll know
that it's us

and they'll come back
to finish the job.

- Have you seen Dr. Parker?
- Um, no?

- You must be new.
I'm Mr. Edison.

- Edison?
T-Thomas Edison?

- What's your name?
- Gary Green.

[chuckles]
Dr. Gary Green.

- Well, Dr. Green,
at Edison Labs,

we log out parts
from the Parts Department.

- Oh.

Let me show you.

Who's your supervisor?
- Uh, Dr. Gwyn Davies.

- Davies?
- Mm-hmm.

- What project is this for?

- Oh, his time-travel project,
of course.

- Have security meet me
at Davies' office.

- Yes, sir.
Right away.

- Uh...

- What Edison's asking me
to do,

it will keep me here all night.

- I suggest
you get started, then.

- Out of the night
that covers me,

black as the pit from pole
to pole--

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm fine.
I'm fine.

[speaking indistinctly]

- Hey.
Are you all right?

- Yeah, please.
Just don't touch me.

- Confiscate everything.

- No, no, no.
No, not my work.

No, you--

- I've told you,

this time travel
is a fool's errand.

But you've been drafting
blueprints at work

and stealing company parts.

- Just let me complete it,
Mr. Edison, please.

I beg of you.
- You're terminated, Davies.

These men will escort you
off the premises.

And I am personally
burning this.

- You couldn't
possibly understand!

Time travel
is my divine mission.

You can't take
that away from me!

- Take him to Bellevue.

It's apparent
he's lost his damn mind.

- I'm perfectly sane.

You get your hands off me,
you brutes!

Get your hands off me!

- Put your hand down.

- We received calls
from the last ten towns over

about a speed demon
headed this way.

License and registration.

- Now, Officer, allow me
to introduce myself.

Name is Erwin George--

- I don't care if you're
the pope of Pennsylvania.

License and registration.

- We need to get back
on the road.

- We'll be fine.
We got our lucky rock.

- You all need to step
out of the vehicle.

I'm taking you in
and impounding your car.

- Uh, wait, wait.
You are making a huge mistake.

Erwin's cross-country races
are all over the newspapers.

In fact, he is in the process
of breaking the current record.

Article after article
is being written about it.

Now, you could arrest him
and be forever known as the cop

who arrested a legend,

or you could let us go

and be hailed as the cop
who gave Cannon Ball

a police escort
to the county line.

- You'll mention my name
in the paper?

- Oh. Absolutely.

- Then let's get youse
to that county line.

- Oh, yes!
- That lucky rock

sure is something.

It is gonna help me
beat my record.

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

[upbeat twangy music]

♪

- You thinking
about Gary again?

- Oddly enough, I am.
- Please say more.

- Actually, Gary and I had

a surprisingly enlightening
conversation

prior to your arrival.

- That is surprising.
What did you talk about?

- He made me realize
that I've been using your totem

as an excuse
not to take the next step.

- [sighs]

I see.
We are having that talk.

- All right, listen, no,
we don't have to have it.

We've had a really
good few days,

and I don't want to ruin it.

- No, we--we're always
great together.

It's being apart
that makes it hard.

- I know.

I know a way
for us to be together.

And it's--it's this place.

- Like, here?

Like, John's--
John's pocket manor dimension?

- Uh-huh.
Our problem

is that you and other Zari
can't coexist

without Behrad's
head exploding, okay?

But in this dimension,
time and space doesn't exist.

We don't have to worry
about that.

What do you think?

- I think it's a great idea.
- You seem stunned.

- I am. Uh...

We can finally live together.
- Right?

- It's a win.
- It's a win.

Really, a fist bump?
It's bigger than a--

- Nah, I got jokes.
- You got jokes.

- But on a serious note,
I got a surprise for you.

- Another one?
- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.
- I saved you a bear claw.

Who loves you?

- You.
[chuckles]

[sighs]

- I'm trained to read people.

And that was a fine
acting performance.

- Shut up, Hoover.
I wasn't acting.

- There you go again.

You might get your lies
past him but not me.

[tense music]

♪

- Uh, what day is today?

- It's November 7th.
Why?

- He was planning
to use it tonight.

- No wonder he was so upset.

Okay, but this is fine,

because if we use the time
machine tonight instead,

then history
will stay on track.

- Co-captains...

Necrian, I present the world's
very first time machine.

♪

- Wait, Sara, that means--

- No!

Where did she--

- No, no, no, no!

Wait, they disappeared
when I put this in.

So, if I take it out--

Why aren't they back?
- [sighs]

Because we caused
too many footprints.

God, this is all my fault.

- Okay,
why are we still here?

- I don't know.

But look, if Ava and--
if they're gone,

then that means that
the Time Bureau never existed.

That means that...

Which means
that I never meet Ava.

We need to fix this.

We need to cover
all of our footsteps

and make sure that history

happens exactly
how it's supposed to.

Stay here and uninstall
that last part.

- We're not gonna use
the time machine?

- No, we will, but we need
Davies to install it

and take his maiden voyage
like history intended.

- Wait, you're gonna break him
out of a mental institution?

- Yeah, I guess so.

Oh, wait.
Edison took all of his files.

- It's all good.
We made a copy.

- No, no, no.
It's not all good.

It was the originals that were
passed down from history,

and it's the originals
that inspired

the invention of time travel.

We have to get those back
from Edison.

- Okay, it's a lot to do,
but it's not impossible.

- We have until 7:00 p.m.

- That's a little
more impossible.

- [sighs] Then it's time
for all hands on deck...

human and robot.

Hey, you guys muted him.

Can you get him to do
or say things?

- I mean, he has a to-do list.

In theory, I could replace
what's on it.

- Replace it. We need him to
get Davies' plans from Edison.

And Edison's gonna be
more likely to give the plans

to Hoover than he would to us.
- Okay.

Bye-bye, eliminate legends.

Bye-bye, tax Convention.

- Don't you dare.
I will ruin your--

- You know, I don't know
why I keep unmuting you.

- All right, I'm gonna
grab some clothes

so we can accompany Hoover.

It's shocking how much stuff
John has in that attic.

- Hey.

You think
he has a lab coat?

[person screams,
laughing wildly]

- Oh, I'm fine--
[door closes]

No, no, no, no, no, no.

What the devil
are you doing in here?

- Getting you
out of here.

The fangirl stuff
was just an act.

- [chuckles]
- I'm actually a time traveler.

- [laughs]
"Time traveler"?

Is this some kind
of sick joke?

Edison put you up to it,
didn't he?

The blasphemer!
- This isn't a joke, all right?

I'm from 2021.

And I know that
you invented time travel

and your maiden voyage
is tonight at 7:00.

So I'm gonna get you back
to your apartment

so you can use
your time machine--let's go.

- Do you honestly expect me
to believe

a word that's coming out
of your mouth?

You lied to me!
This is all just more lies!

- Shh! Come on.
You'll see when you get there.

- I'm not going
anywhere with you.

- No.
Listen, you don't understand.

- I don't think you understand.

I built my time machine
for a sacred purpose.

And I'll be damned if I'm
letting a two-bit liar use it.

- We do not have time for this,
all right?

If you don't come with me,
then history is--

- What are you not getting?

You see, I am not going
anywhere with you.

As a matter of fact--
Guard!

Help!
Intruder!

Help!
- Hey.

Shh!

Be quiet.

- [whispering] Shh.
- [whispering] Okay.

- Now, I will let you go
if you stop screaming.

[normal voice]
Do you understand?

- I promise.
[breathes rapidly]

- Okay.
All right, hey, hey.

It's all right.
Hey, look--

Calm down, you're
having a panic attack, okay?

You just need to focus
on your breathing.

- Okay, okay.

[breathing slows]

- Okay, look.

Hey, hey.
I'm sorry, okay?

I've been treating you like
a pawn instead of a person,

and it's not fair.

You--you are a really big deal,
all right?

Hey, you invented
freakin' time travel,

and it's because of you that
so many things become possible,

including me meeting my wife.

- You married a woman?

- Yeah.
[chuckles]

Still getting used
to saying that.

We just got married.

[sighs]

Look, I messed up, and...

and she disappeared
from the timeline.

And so now I have a sacred
purpose, too--

to bring her back.

And the only way
that that could happen

is if you come with me,

or otherwise
she could be gone forever.

[sighs] So, please,
believe me when I say

that I am done lying to you.

- I can understand
doing anything

to save the person you love.

It's actually why I was trying
to invent time travel.

[clears throat]

- So let's do it.
What do you say?

Help me save my person?

- If I help you save
your person,

you'll help me save mine?

- Uh, you're only gonna come
with me if I say yes, right?

- Uh-huh.
[spits] We have a deal, then.

- [spits]

Let's get the hell out of here.

- Yes, indeed.
- I'm gonna wash my hands.

- I don't know, Zari.

He's still giving me
"Terminator" vibes.

- Listen, I hear that,
but he's on our side now.

I reprogrammed him

to get Edison's plans,
among other tweaks.

- Yikes.

Is there any way
to make that less toothy?

- Watch this.

- After you.
- Aw!

- I don't understand why you
would be interested

in Dr. Davies' plans,
Mr. Hoover.

Believe me, they're just
the ravings of a madman.

I was just about
to destroy them.

- Thank you very much,
Mr. Edison.

I'm sure you're probably right.

- Yeah.

- I'm just a little confused,
Mr. Hoover.

Why would someone of your
stature...

bother to come here?

Unless you have something
more important

on your agenda nearby?

- I came here for a--

- [clears throat]
- Sir, sir.

- T-t-t-t-tax convention
at 3:00 p.m.

- Mr. Hoover, are you okay?

- Yeah.
Sir, he's--he's fine.

You know, he suffers
from low blood sugar.

- [voice glitching]
I'm here for a tax convention.

I'm here
to retrieve the plans.

I'm here to r-r-r-retrieve
the plans.

I'm here for a tax convention.
I'm here for a tax convention.

I'm here to retrieve the plans.

[dramatic music]

♪

[shouting, metal clattering]

- Uh...
[clears throat]

I can explain everything,
Mr. Edison.

- Great Scott!

- Oh!
- Oh!

- Mr. Edison!
Oh, my God.

He's dead.

Oh, my God.

- It's imperative
that we find him.

[indistinct chatter]

There.

[tense music]

- Come on.

- I am a scientist,
not an athlete.

- We need to take as much
Hoover-Bot tech as we can.

We can still use it to try to
figure out who sent him here.

- Why do you think
the Hoover-Bot short-circuited?

- I don't know-
he was being pulled

in two different directions
that he couldn't reconcile--

Like our relationship.

Nate, I-I know

I'm--I'm not super great
at expressing my feelings,

but I...

I have
to tell you something.

- You're getting cold feet
about living together?

- No, what?
No, no, no.

No, dude, that's--
that's literally all I want.

But in the totem,

not the manor.

No one is more surprised
about this than me.

I found a real community there.

I feel like
I'm part of a family.

Somehow over the last
two years, it feels like home.

- [exhales sharply] Okay, um...

[clears throat] Can I get
a little bit of time to digest

what it would be like
living out of a totem?

- Yeah.
Completely.

This--this reality
we're navigating, it's insane.

- It's insane.
- Yeah.

Just take--take as much time
as you need.

And while there's no rush
on your decision,

we should probably
get out of here.

Yeah.
- Right.

[clears throat]
- Okay.

[deep rumbling]

- Too late.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.
We're trapped. We're trapped.

- Okay, you're supposed
to be a genius, right?

You can think
of a way out of here.

- A genius, genius?

They think I'm a lunatic.

- He went this way!

- Aah!
Oh, my God.

- Get back!
I'm as mad as a hatter.

I will cut her.
Back, get back.

- Listen to him, he's crazy.
- I swear with all my might.

Get back.
Get back.

- He's going to--
- Get back.

I'll do it. I will. I will.
- He's gonna do it.

- Stay, stay, stay.

- He's gonna do it!
- Stay!

[tense music]

♪

- We must clean up my body.

- First, we must remove
my human body.

♪

- I've got to answer
the call of nature.

- Hey, nice car, mister.
- [chuckles]

[bicycle bell rings]

- You know, we might make it
in time to get to the city

with time for a bite to eat.

- Ah, thanks to our lucky rock.

Oh, I must have left it
inside the car.

[tense music]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey!

- Gideon!
- No! No!

No!

- Godspeed, ladies!

Still got time
to beat my record.

[bicycle bell rings]

- Great, we lost our ride,

our lucky rock,
and now Gideon.

Unless you can swim faster
than a blue marlin,

we're gonna lose the rest
of our friends, too.

[electronic beeping]
- Ooh, there are a lot more

of you than I thought there
would be.

- This is only half the crew.
Wait till you meet the rest.

Hey, everybody.

I'd like to introduce you
to Dr. Gwyn Davis.

- Nice to meet
your acquaintance.

Ah, there she is.
- Ah, yes.

My divine mission is finally
coming to "fruititions."

- Hey, man.
I'm Behrad.

Oh, sorry.
I just feel like I know you.

I mean, I've been studying
your life's work

and chilling in your apartment
and using your glassware.

I borrowed a glass, by the way.
Hope that's cool.

- Uh, hey, is that--

- Oh, yeah.

Also, uh, Edison's dead.

- What?

- So there's another Hoover-Bot
and now an Edison-Bot deployed.

But headline--there's a rogue
Waverider after us.

- But we did get the plans.

- Oh, my files.
Thank you so much.

- You know, you really
do look familiar.

- Oh, maybe I just have
one of those faces.

- Ray.
He looks like Ray.

- My Ray?
- I said a young Stein.

But whatever, we got the plans,
we got the doc.

B!

- You got to assemble
the last part

to get the timeline
back on track.

- Ah, yes.

The final piece of the puzzle.

You ready?

- Oh, come on, come on.

[machine powers up]

Ava. Oh!
- Wha--

what happened?

Did I disappear?

- It worked!
- I am so sorry.

I never should have rushed.
I should have listened to you.

- Oh, no, no.
It's okay.

What matters is that
we're back together again.

Oh.
Oh, oh.

No, no.
No.

- Is this not
a group-hug situation?

- Right, well, uh,

it'll be a bit of a squeeze,
but I'm sure we all can fit.

- Oh, all right.
What do you say, guys?

Ready to go home?

- Here, do another luck spell.
Maybe we can still make it.

- I can't.

The spell was fake.

- Come again.

- There is no luck spell.
I made it up.

I pretended to do it
to make you feel better

and give you back some hope.

You were
at a pretty low point.

- Okay, well, then how
do you explain

where all the luck came from?
- It came from us.

Hey, no.
Think about it.

You felt better
after I did the spell, right?

Gideon convinced Erwin
to give us a ride.

I sweet-talked the cop
into letting us go.

We made our own luck,
and we can keep making it.

But we have to do it fast

because we only have
five minutes to stop them.

- Or do we stop everything?

Let's go.

- Oh, hello.
[tires screeching]

- Who the heck are you?
- I'm Gideon.

- Well, Gideon, you got
to the count of three

to get out of my new car,
or I'm gonna make you.

One, two--

[groans]

- By my calculations,
there's still enough time

to save my friends...
with luck.

[tires squealing]

- Right, then, where to?

- We need to go somewhere
we can get back

to our time machine
and find the rest of our crew.

- Tahiti, 2021.

There's a Time Bureau
safehouse there.

We can go pick up
some time couriers.

- And sounds like
a great honeymoon. Hmm?

- Tahiti would be
an amazing honeymoon.

- I'm sorry to interrupt you,
ladies, but...

[clears throat] After you have
got the rest of your friends,

you will hold up
your end of the deal.

- I always keep my word.
- Deal? What are you--

What--you know what?
Nope, I don't even care.

It's been a crazy day.
I disappeared.

I don't want to know anything.
Don't tell me anything.

- Um, you should
know one thing.

Um, we also killed Edison.
- You what?

[engine sputtering]

- Come on, lucky rock.

[dramatic music]

♪

- If you do a lightning spell
to zap this tower

with as much juice as you can,

it should overwhelm the grid
and cause a citywide blackout,

therefore--
- Preventing the Legends

from ever turning on
that time machine.

- I am the master of my fate.

I am the captain of my soul.

[electric buzzing]

- [speaking Latin]

[yelling in Latin]

♪

[thunder booms]

♪

- Let's do this.

♪

- No!

[thunder booms

- Oh, Astra!
I got you.

You're okay.

♪

- Hurry up! Move it!
We're almost there!

Go, go, go, go!
Did we make it?

- And that's
how I arrived here.

Oh, hello, Astra.
Hello, Spooner.

all: Hey!

all: Aw!

- Guys.

- How many bloody
time travelers are there?

- And then Astra did
a lightning spell.

Mm, here we are.

- Huh. How did you know
the blackout was gonna work?

- I guess we got lucky.

- Thought you could
use a drink.

Heard you had
quite the journey.

- Oh, thank you!
Mm.

- Mm, save some for me.

Just kidding.
I don't drink.

We also have
an infinite amount.

- Oh, I had my foot on the gas
that whole time,

and we almost blew up.

And now because we didn't,
the timeline might be off.

Oh, my God, hey,
what if you fritz out again?

- Babe, it's okay.
I'm here now.

- Man, seeing you vanish like
that, it was--

it's like I saw my entire
future just disappear--

our whole lives together,
and it's just gone.

And it wasn't--it wasn't the
time travel or the high jinks.

It was like I lost
my safe place.

And I lost
the cuddles on the couch

and bourbon sunsets
on our porch.

I know we don't have
a porch, but--

- It's okay.

I love bourbon sunsets
on our nonexistent porch.

And I love you.

Hey. Power's back on.
- [sighs]

- So, Gideon, what was gonna
cause the machine to explode?

- The machine requires
a class CR-055 superconductor

that doesn't need recharging.

It can power
the machine safely,

unlike alternating current.

Unfortunately, it won't be
invented for another 300 years.

- 300 years?

Well, guys, looks like
we're stuck in 1925 forever.

- [groans]

- I was supposed to die today,

but by God's will, I didn't.

There has to be another way.

- Did--did you say CR-055?

A little blue chip
the size of an eyeball?

- Precisely.
How did you know?

- That chip was
in Hoover-Bot's head.

Come on...

Ha.

[electronic beeping]
Ba-hoom.

- [grunts]

- Do you have enough room?
- Oh, plenty.

I'm used
to really tight spaces.

- Me too.

[electric rumbling]

- The other Waverider--
it's here.

- All right, punch it.
- Okay.

Tahiti, 2021,
here we come.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Uh, guys...

[sighs]
I don't think this is Tahiti.

♪

- Greg, move your head!