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- Previously on
"Legends of Tomorrow"...

- If you're seeing this,

we altered my future
at Heyworld.

I don't know where I'll be
or who I'll be, but find me.

- John, wait!
- Masher?

Has Astra released the worst
souls from Hell onto Earth?

- I'm unkillable!

- I'm putting an end to this.

- Are you trying
to go back to Hell?

- I'll return when the sigil
is complete.

♪ Time is breaking up
my soul ♪

♪ It's using it to mold

♪ It's so, oh, oh

- Ma'am, we caught him
lurking outside.

- It seems you're having
a hard time

staying away from Hell
these days, John.

- Well, what can I say,
I'm a creature of habit.

- You might as well
get used to it.

You'll be living down here
soon enough.

What do you want?

- A whiskey, neat,
and a steak, well done.

Oh, yeah, and all those souls
you released.

Call 'em back.

Look, there is enough evil
on Earth

without you giving the damned
a second chance.

- Those damned souls
are making me rich, John.

Any humans corrupted or killed
by them all belong to me.

And after years of being under
the boot of the Triumvirate,

it sure feels good to grind
my heel on someone else.

- Masher?
- John.

Help me.

- John's better at getting
his friends into trouble

than out of it.

Something you should have known
when you squealed on me.

- You don't have to do this,
Astra.

- I like doing this.

- No more, please.

- Astra, look, I came down here
for a friendly chat, all right?

Now, we don't
have to be enemies.

- You're not my enemy, John.

You're an important step
in my evolution.

I crawled my way up
from the bottom

and I finally have some
real power around here.

So if you want to stop me,

you'll have to kill me.

But really, what's the point?

My soul would just end up
back down here anyway.

- John.

- What happened down there?

- I need a drink.

- No post-mission debrief?

- It's part of his process.

- Come on, Gideon,
play the damn message again.

- You can mistreat me
all you like, Mr. Heywood.

But I assure you,
there are no secret messages

hiding in my memory banks.

- Everything okay, bro?

- Oh, um, yeah.

I was just, uh,
double-checking something.

Little help?

I think I'm starting
to see things.

- I know what's going on.

- You do?

- You get into my stash again?

Dude, no worries.

Sara's gathering the team,
come on.

- Thanks.

- And that is the truth of it,
mateys.

Astra and this whole
bloody mess is on me.

And she can't be reasoned with.

So we need a more permanent
solution to stopping her

or she could continue
releasing souls indefinitely.

- Surely, Astra can change.

She's still human, right?

I mean, even a master
of the dark arts must believe

there's still some good
left in her.

- Forget it, big man.

Astra's lust for power,

it zapped the humanity
out of her.

- Well, on the bright side,

at least the encores aren't
our fault this time.

- Hey, up top.

- Is there any point in sending
these encores to Hell?

It sounds like Astra would just
send them straight back.

- Correct.

- Well, then until we find
a more permanent solution,

we'll house the encores
on the ship.

- We're gonna need
a bigger pantry.

- Hey, Cap.

Normally, I'd be all for
rolling up my sleeves

and pitching in,
but I gotta take shore leave

for my pop's birthday,
and Nate's coming with me.

- I am?
- You are?

- My parents are always asking
questions about my life.

He could pretend to be one
of my biz school professors.

- I still can't believe
that you haven't told

your parents the truth
about what you do.

- You mean that I'm
a time traveling superhero

who stole the family heirloom?

- Hmm, okay, yeah,
stick to business school.

- We'll be back before
you can say "timequake."

- Don't jinx it.

- Too late, Captain,

a new timequake
has been detected.

You are needed on the bridge.

Mm.

What are we looking at?

- Ah, the epicenter
of the timequake

is in Los Angeles, 1947.

- It's the golden age
of Hollywood

and the height
of organized crime in the city.

- The real golden age.

- All right, people, we're
gonna need two teams for the--

Sorry, honey, I think
I'm in your spot, aren't I?

- Hey, don't sweat it, babe.

As Ava was saying,
two teams.

Ray, John, with me.

Mick, Ava, QB from the ship.

Now, let's do it.

- Hmm, you hear that?

It's only my second official
mission with the Legends,

and I'm already being trusted
with the football.

- Really?

QB means staying on the ship
and doing nothing.

- Or it could mean

providing the team
with vital information.

Gideon, pull up
a topographical survey

of the city, please.

- How you feeling?

Great.

I just needed
to get off the ship,

clear my head.

- Guys,
this is Nathaniel Heywood.

He's one of my professors.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

- Oh, we've never had
a professor over for dinner.

What do you teach?

- Advanced macroeconomics,
behavioral economics--

- Hey, guys.
- Brace yourself.

- Z here.

So I'm at my parents' house
celebrating my dad's birthday.

After all,
family is everything.

Speaking of which,
it looks like we have

a surprise guest
this year.

My brother, Behrad.

Say hello, B.

- Hi.

- Anyways, guys, I gotta go.

Big love to the Z nation.
Khodafez.

Insert that clip at the end
of the current file.

We'll start cutting tonight.

You two can set up glam
in the bathroom for touch-ups.

Hey, I thought this was
supposed to be a family party.

- Oh, says the woman
who just invited

her 48 million followers
into our house.

- It's 51 million.

Try to keep up.

- Zari, darling,
isn't it marvelous.

Your brother brought home

one of his professors
from grad school.

- Zari, Nate.
Nate, Zari.

- Hi.

- It's you.

I saw the video.

- Oh, thanks for subscribing.

You know, it's the fans
that really make

all the hard work worth it.

What a weirdo.

Yo.

- Your sister is
the secret woman

from the hologram message.

- Secret wha--

- I thought
I was hallucinating,

but Gideon was scrubbing
her memory

and there was a secret message
from your sister

telling me to find her

and she's the reason
I came back.

- Are you having
a psychological break?

- No, I'm being serious.

Remember when we dented
history at Heyworld.

Your sister is the dent.

- The traces of magical energy
lead into this office.

There's an infernal residue
in here.

- Sure is.

Residue of a dead guy.

- Oh, whoa, stand back.

- Ugh.

- The victim was consumed
by ignis inferni.

It's hellfire.

Whoever did this to him
was not of this world.

- Well, looks like
our killer's the encore.

- Bollocks.

Ah, there's the ticket.

- Don't come any closer.

- All right, easy.
You can put the gun down.

We're here to help.

- Where's Webb?

- Uh, we are the "and Moore"
of Webb & Moore.

We work with Moore--Webb.

- You must be Moore.

- Sure, that's me.

Johnny Moore.

Sarah is my secretary
and this fella here--

- Has got a cop face.

- Oh, thank you.

Sergeant Palmer
at your service.

I'm undercover.

- Tell Webb to call me
when he's back.

- He's, uh, on
holiday--vacation,

which leaves me handling
your case, Miss...

Hill, Jeannie Hill.

I hired your partner to
protect me from my boyfriend.

- Oh, well,
you're in good hands, ma'am.

- Oh, give me a break,
Johnny Law.

Half the PD is
in Bugsy's pocket.

- Bugsy as in--

- Benjamin Siegel.

Doesn't like it
when you call him Bugsy.

But here's the kicker,

He died last week.

- And now he's back
from the dead.

- And he's more dangerous
than ever.

He took over a joint
on Sunset Boulevard

called the Blue Iguana.

Playground of gangsters
and the Hollywood elite.

Whatever vice
floats your boat,

that's where you'll find it.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

Welcome to the Blue Iguana.

Now, have fun, I insist.

If you don't,
I just might have to shoot ya.

- Mr. Siegel.

Here, smile for
the camera, Mr. Siegel.

- Just, uh, cleaning up
a little bit of crumbs.

- Please, Ms. Hill, continue.

- I was there
when Bugsy was assassinated

by a mob hit man.

Saw the whole thing.

But then, the very next day,

lover boy shows up
at my doorstep,

takes me to his club
like nothing had happened.

And that's just the biscuit,
here comes the gravy.

He's different now.

More ambitious and fearless.

I wanna leave him but I can't
because I know he'd kill me.

- Look, Ms. Hill,

we can protect you
from your boyfriend.

- But you're gonna need to get
out of town for a few days.

Stay in a motel.
Things could get messy.

- But I don't have any money.

Bugsy takes care of all that.

How can I ever repay you?

- No need to worry about that.

We just wanna make sure
you're safe.

- Secretary Sara, can you show
Ms. Hill the way out?

Oh, she took you
for an easy mark, Raymondo.

- What?
She was absolutely terrified.

- Sara?

- Jury's still out on
the missus, but it sounds like

we need to pay
a visit to the Blue Iguana.

- All right,
this is more like it.

Feels good to be back
in the field.

- Ava, what's your status?

- Uh, beer.

- Rory and I are just
sidling up to the bar now.

We're gonna keep an eye
on things.

I'm seeing two zones of egress.

Back door's a gray zone,

front door's got about
four guys sitting around it,

which, quite frankly,
feels like overkill.

What do you think, Mick?

- I think you need to relax.

- Ray, you ready to grab Bugsy
when he comes out?

- Ready and walking the beat.

Gotta say, feelin'
pretty spiffy in this uniform.

- Bugsy has drawn himself
quite a crowd of ass kissers.

- Yeah, and judging
by the cheap threads

and conservative haircuts,
I'd say they're politicians.

Well, if it isn't
our damsel in distress.

- It's gonna be kinda hard
to protect her from her beau

when she's hanging on his arm.

- I knew it, she's as bent
as a nine-bob note.

- Let's go.

Not so fast, sister.

What happened to getting
out of town?

- You think a cab ride
could get me away

from what Bugsy's got on me?

- You and the rest of town,
by the looks of it.

- Look, ever since
Bugsy came back,

he gets whatever he wants,
and everyone answers to him.

Politicians, studio heads--

- Even the cops.

Then tell me, how'd he get
so much juice so fast?

- By using America's favorite
pastime, of course.

Blackmail.

He's got a secret stash
of compromising photographs

he uses against all of them.

- And what does that
have to do with you?

- Everything.

I'm in those pictures.

Bugsy used me as bait to lure
men and women into his trap.

When I first moved here
from Shaker Heights,

I thought
I was gonna be famous.

And sure,
I became famous all right.

Just not the right kind
of famous.

I can't leave
without those pictures.

Satisfied?

- You know, if Bugsy likes
honey traps so much,

why don't we give him
a taste of his own medicine.

- I couldn't help
but notice you,

and I gotta tell you,

I like the way you walk.

- I learned to do it
all by myself,

Mr. Siegel.

- Oh, please, Benjamin.

- Hmm, Sara Lance,
at your service.

- Lance, huh?

- What's the matter,
you don't like it?

- Well, I don't know yet,
just trying it on for size.

You know, even if it fits,

I'm a little curious
about the price tag.

- Well, if you have to ask,
it's probably too expensive.

I take what I want.

- Does that make you a thief,
Mr. Siegel?

- I am a lot of things,
Ms. Lance.

And I am especially a thief.

- Well, then let's stop
all the tiddlywinks

and get straight
to the big reveal, shall we?

Now, I'm a reporter
for a new gossip rag,

and I've got some dirt
on half the city councilmen

and the new archbishop.

It's in my car.

What do you say we go out back

and you can take a peek
what's in my trunk.

- I say, you keep talking
like that,

I just might follow you
anywhere.

- Ray, I'm outside with--

Benjamin,
car's this way.

- You know, on second thought,
why don't we ditch the club.

How 'bout, you and me,

we go someplace
with a little less company.

- Actually, I think
we already have company.

- Your eyesight's 20/20 doll.

Those are Mickey Cohen's boys.

But after going through Hell,

I ain't afraid of nothing
on this Earth.

You might wanna jump
outta the pot.

Water's about to boil.

- Drop the gun,
put your hands in the air.

- Stand down, son,
we'll take it from here.

- Feels weird to be foiled
by the good guys.

What's the plan B?

- Well, it looks like you're
going downtown, Sergeant.

- Tomorrow is huge.

We're making a line
of dressy sneakers.

It's gonna be so major.
- That's nice, dear.

So, Behrad, any girlfriends
we should know about?

- No, Ma, there's not really
much time for dating,

given all the coursework.

- But you need
to take your nose

out of your books
on occasion.

Otherwise, you'll never find
a nice Persian girl to marry.

Behrad.

- By all means,
add to your entourage.

How much does worshipping you
pay these days?

- My team is
my extended family.

They help me manage
a multi-platform,

multimillion dollar brand,

and I didn't even have to go
to business school.

- Wow.

- Is that the air totem
in the painti--

- Why, yes it is, professor.

How do you know
about our family heirloom?

- Behrad told me.

- Really, what did he tell you
about the air totem?

- Just that I was so broken up
when I found out it was stolen.

- We keep the painting up
as a memento.

Even though it's lost, I feel
like it's still

here with us today,
in this very room.

- So, Sara, do you want us
back at the ship

for a post-mission debrief?

- No, mission ain't over yet.

I need you guys posted
at the club.

Keep your eyes peeled
and your ears open.

- Great.

- What?

- Hmm?

You wouldn't understand.

- That you were the boss

of a massive government
organization,

and now you do diddly-squat.

- Wow, take it back, Rory.

You just summed up my life
perfectly.

Can I get a double?

- Bugsy is gonna be
pretty hard to catch

if he still has that gun.

- Well, we best get our hands
on it pronto

because only a weapon from Hell

can eliminate
a Hell-spawned encore.

And that gun may be useful
in more ways than one.

- Oh, good thing I have
my best man on the job.

- Jeannie was right.

Bugsy really does have
the LAPD in his pocket.

I'm gonna have to figure out
another way to get that gun.

- Can I take those arrest
summaries off your hands?

I'm on my way to records.

- Sure, ah,
that'd be super helpful.

Thanks.

- It's tough to watch
the department

kowtow to a gangster.

- That's exactly
what I was thinking.

- Oh, good cops like you
are hard to find.

Name's Sullivan.

- Palmer, Ray Palmer.

- Well, see you 'round,
Sergeant.

- Officer Sullivan.

Can certainly set your watch
to that fine constable.

- We need a plan B.

If Ray can't get this gun,
the last thing we need

is Bugsy blasting anyone else
out of existence.

- Yeah, well,
maybe a stretch of the old legs

and some fresh air
will give us some clarity.

I think I know how
to get Bugsy's gun.

So you got my message.

- Look, if this is about
the money your friend gave me,

I already spent it.

- I knew you were on the grift

from the moment
I laid eyes on ya.

- And I never once fell

for that Yankee accent
of yours.

Well, all right then.

Well, now that we've dropped
the charades, tell me,

what is your angle?

- I wanna take Bugsy down.
Free this town from his sway.

The only way to do that is
to destroy his blackmail stash.

Webb said he'd found it,
but I'm guessing

Bugsy killed him
for snooping too close.

- Well, that's bad news
for Webb and good news for me,

because I know
where the stash is.

- Well, aren't I the luckiest
girl in the world.

What do you want in exchange?

I want Bugsy's gun.

- You lookin' to ice Bugsy?

- No, that bloke's
not worth it.

I'm aiming at the person
who brought him back.

- Then we have a deal.

You get your guy,
I get my freedom.

- Now, how exactly
are you planning

on stealing Bugsy's
prized weapon, eh?

- When we kiss...

I'll press my hand
against his chest,

and then I'll run my hand
all the way down his body,

and then I'll grab it
like this.

- You wanna know a secret?
- No.

- I just turned in my keys
for my place in D.C.

Yep.

Everything I own is now stuffed

inside a Time Bureau
softball league duffel bag.

I am essentially homeless,
Rory.

- Congratulations,
you're part of the team.

- Uh-uh, I'm a vagrant.
A vagabond.

- Mm, no job,
no rent, no kids.

- Uh-uh.
- Perfect.

- It's just--I had so many
responsibilities

at the Time Bureau.
People needed me.

You get it?

- You see that clown sitting
over there?

The one riddled
with responsibilities.

Look at him.

He's miserable
and he's welcome to it.

- I just can't get over
the fact

that nobody needs me
to do anything.

Wait.

Nobody needs me to do anything.

- You two still
at the Blue Iguana?

- Uh, yes Captain,
just following orders.

- Great, I need you and Ava
to create a diversion.

Clear the place out.

I'm gonna draw Bugsy back to
the club so we can capture him.

- I can do that.

- Always a pleasure, Chief.
The lobster was excellent.

- Stop right there, Mr. Siegel.

- What's the problem, officer?

- I, uh, I just need
to search you before you leave.

- This is highly irregular.

- Actually, it's quite regular.

A new directive just came down
from Deputy Chief Wiggum.

It's just gonna take second--

- What are you doing, son?

- Mr. Siegel, call for you.
Sounds urgent.

- Siegel here.

- Benjamin, darling.
It's me.

Your new favorite source
for all things juicy.

- Lance, what's the rumpus?

Must be pretty heavy if you're
calling me on the blower.

- Well, something is going down
at your club.

Primo blackmail material.

Better leg it over here PDQ.

Sorry, guys.

Bugsy's leaving the station
and he still has the gun.

- No worry, big man.

I've got it covered.

- You take care now,
Mr. Siegel.

- Hey, baby.

- You back to working the beat,
Sergeant?

- Ha, I was just admiring
Mr. Siegel's automobile.

I guess crime really does pay.

- Not today it doesn't.

'Cause I'm gonna do something
about it.

You in, or what?

- ♪ Girl, I must warn you

♪ I sense something strange
in my mind ♪

♪ Situation is serious

♪ Let's cure it 'cause
we're running out of time ♪

- Tell him, girl.

- ♪ It's oh so beautiful

♪ Relationships,
they seem from the start ♪

♪ It's all so deadly

♪ When love is not together
from the heart ♪

♪ It's driving me
out of my mind ♪

♪ That's why it's hard
for me to find ♪

♪ Can't get it out of my head

♪ Miss her, kiss her,
love her ♪

♪ That girl is poison

♪ Never trust a big butt
and smile ♪

♪ That girl is poison

- What's going on in there?
- Oh, it's awful.

The worst thing I've seen
in my life,

and I was there when
the Hindenburg went down.

- ♪ Bum bum ba dum bum
ba dum ba dum ♪

♪ She's driving me
out of my mind ♪

- That's my girl.

- ♪ Hard for me to find

♪ I can't get it
out of my head ♪

- What now?

- We wait and hope that John
gets that Hell gun

before Bugsy gets here.

- ♪ That girl is poison

- Right.

- ♪ That girl is poison

- See you at home, baby.

- That was horrible.

- Come on, sweetheart,
let's get out of here.

- I gotta go.
Something's stirring.

What is all this?

- ♪ A warrior

- You bring me all the way
down here just so I can watch

some no-name dame
humiliate herself on stage?

- First of all,
she is not a no-name.

That is my girlfriend.

And second,
she is not humiliating herself.

- Yes she is.
- She's enjoying herself.

- So this was just
a lousy trick

to get me down here.

There's no dirt, is there?

- The dirt is you.

You're supposed to be dead.

Instead you're blackmailing
your way to the top.

- After I came back, I realized
that violence and murder--

that only gets you so far.

Information.

That's the real power
in this world.

- Well, whatever your deal is,
you're screwing up history,

and it is my job to stop you.

So you don't have
to go to Hell,

but you can't stay here.

- Oh, I ain't going anywhere,
Lance.

Jeannie!

- Ugh.

- ♪ Never trust a smile

- Should we tell her
the mission's over?

- Nah, let her finish.

- ♪ Bum ba da bum
ba da ba da ba sing ♪

- So embarrassing.

- Dragon girl.
Is this when you became famous?

- Yep, first agent
when I was 11.

He was a real piece of work.

Eventually, I took control
of everything.

- Can I ask you something?
- Hmm?

- When you first saw me,

did you feel
like we met before?

- Maybe.
I meet a lot of fans.

- No, I mean,
we met in another life.

- Oh.

- Yeah, I totally got
that vibe.

- Oh, so it's not all
in my head.

I feel like I've been living
out this Taylor Swift song,

but it feels crazy good.

- We're definitely
connected somehow,

but something feels off.

I think the you I remember
wasn't a professor.

Come on, I know
Behrad's been lying

to my parents about
business school for years.

I only wanna make sure
that he's been taking

really good care
of our family's totem.

Which he has been, right?

- Yo, dude,
we're cutting the cake,

and they're asking
for the special guest.

Come on.

- Chill, B, your friend and I
were just talking.

- Sure you were. Let's go.
- Good talk.

- Bye, Professor.
- I warned you.

- Bye.
Stop pushing.

- How did you figure out
what these numbers meant?

- I spend more time
in graveyards

than I care to admit.

Elysian is a common moniker
for them.

And those numbers,
they represent

a specific location
for a particular gravestone.

There's something here.

Let's see, shall we?

That's it.

- Well, aren't we a pair
of jammy bastards.

Now, it's time to destroy.

- Forget the matches.
Step away from the briefcase.

- Oh, hold on now, love.

We're all on
the same side here.

- There's only one side
I'm on, John,

and that's mine.

- You told me you wanted
to destroy that stash

so that you and everyone else
in the town could be free.

- Yeah, but I figured
why destroy it

when I could
just use it for myself?

I'm sick and tired of people
taking advantage of me.

With this briefcase,

I'll finally have
some real power around here.

- Look, I understand
your anger,

but as soon as you touch
Bugsy's dirt

then you'll have a target
on your back just like him.

But if you leave now,
you can start over,

have a new life.

Look, you don't have
to do this, Jeannie.

Just walk away.

- Walk away?

Do you really expect me
to give up this power

after being so powerless
my whole life?

- You know what?
You're right.

Who am I to tell you
what to do anyway?

- See, it's working already.

- Okay, what do we do now?

- Once Bugsy's girl gets back
to her car with the stash,

we're gonna take care
of the whole situation.

- Take--what do you mean
"take care of"?

- You really are
a straight arrow, aren't you?

- Wait a second,
you wanna destroy the stash

and Jeannie along with it?

W--why?

- She's just collateral damage.

It's the cost of war.

- You're a police officer.

- Did you ever hear
the one about

the last good cop
in Los Angeles?

It didn't end well for him.

- Well, how's this
for an ending?

Get outta the car.
Now.

- You sure you wanna do that?

- If you were coming
all the way to Burbank

just to meet up
with your mobster friends

and kill Jeannie,
why even bring me along?

- 'Cause we needed a fall guy.

Come on, boys.
Drinks are on the LAPD.

- Well, I guess this is
where we say good-bye, Johnny.

It's been swell.

Five bullets left.
Use them wisely.

- No, no!

Jeannie.

John, Jeannie.

- Jeannie.

Jeannie!
Jeannie, no!

- They killed her.

- Forget it, Ray.

It's Burbank.

- Hey, holding cell
still works.

- Who are you people?

You communists?

- Idiots.

- I know you're probably
pretty confused, Mr. Siegel,

but you might as well make
yourself comfortable

because you may be here
for a while.

- I should blast you
straight to oblivion,

you damn bastard.

You made Jeannie's
life miserable

and now she's dead
because of you.

- I may have corrupted
a wannabe starlet.

But you?
You created a real monster.

Astra Logue.

- You know what?

It's funny
that you mention her.

I was just about to go
and see her.

- John, if you're about to do
what I think you're gonna do,

then you'd better be sure.

- Hand him over, big man.

- Go on.

- Yeah, that's it, big boy.

See, you're my ticket to Hell.

- Ah.

Flesh become my flesh,
soul become my soul.

Hades, firstborn
of Cronus and Rhea,

I call upon you.

Light her up, big man.

- Hey, Astra says
you're banned.

- Is that so?

- You just can't stay away,
can you?

- Careful, he's still got
one bullet left.

- Oh, I appreciate
your concern, Benjamin,

but I'm not worried about him.

We're old friends,
aren't we, Johnny?

So why don't you tell me

what you came all the way
down here for?

- I came all the way down here
to tell you...

That I'm not giving up on you.

And even if it takes me
till the end of my days,

I promise you
that I will find a way.

- Another meaningless promise

made by the great
John Constantine.

You've gone soft.

- Not that soft.

This one's for Jeannie.

I'll be seeing you around,
love.

- So what happened down there?

- I need a drink.

- Not this time.

Is Astra...?

- When I got down there,
I was swarmed.

Astra had the drop on me.
She knew I was coming.

- And the gun?
- It's gone.

- We'll figure out another way.

- Yeah.

- Hey, whatever really
happened back there with Astra,

I'm sure it wasn't easy.

- What are you talking about,
big man?

- Just so you know,
if I had taken care of Nora

back when we all thought
she was evil,

we wouldn't be happy
and together right now.

- Oh, I had the chance
to pull the trigger,

to end all this.

But I couldn't do it.

What's all
your grinning about?

- Just happy there's still
good guys out there.

Even if one of them is
a master of the dark arts.

- You know, you're wrong
about me, Ray.

But I will save Astra,
and you should know

it's just as much for me
as it is for her, all right?

- Hey, don't give Ava
a hard time

for getting on stage,
all right?

I don't want her to be
too embarrassed.

- She's not gonna remember
a thing.

- Well, hello!
Ha.

Where's my invite
to this party, huh, Mickey boy?

- I spat in that.

Old prison habit.

- Mmm.

I cannot believe that I sang
in front of all those people.

I w--

I was awesome.

I killed it.
I k--

And did you see my backup band?

They were like,
"Ooh, tsh tsh, mwah"

Uh, please, please tell me
somebody got a video.

- Actually, we--
- Uh-uh.

- Mm, and another thing.

Seriously, Sara,
I love you so much.

Working that side mish
with Rory

was way more fun than running
any stupid Time Bureau.

Like "responsinilities."

Wha--?
Who needs 'em.

- Oh, good babe,
I'm glad you had fun.

Just know there is
no small role on this team.

Right, Rory?

- Right.

- Mm-kay, night-night,
sweetheart.

- Look, there is more to Zari
than you give her credit for.

She is buried down deep inside
underneath all that fame.

- You were getting'
played, man.

Don't feel bad.

She does this all the time.

- I know who you are.

- You do?
- Yeah.

The more we talked,
the more you looked familiar.

Then I realized
where I knew you from.

- The Waverider.

- What's a Waverider?
No.

Heyworld.

Tell me that's not you there
in the star spangled outfit.

In fact, you were both there.

That's totally you, Behrad.

Can't believe
I never noticed it before.

What I don't get is how
Heyworld was 24 years ago,

but you two haven't aged a day.

What the hell is going on?

- Zari, you've finally lost it.

- You accuse me
of being a fake,

but you're the one
living a lie.

Maman, Baba--

- Okay, shh.
Just hang on.

- No, I will not hang on.

It's time they finally heard
the truth.

What the hell?
Where am I?

- You are on a 22nd century
timeship, designation WR2059.

Currently situated
in the temporal zone.

- Hey, guys,
who's your friend?

- We can explain everything.

- Yeah, ya better.

- Who are you people?

- Guys, meet Zari.

She's my sister.

- Whoa, oh, oh.
Help!

Help!

Help!

♪ That girl is poison

- Ahh!

- Greg, move your head.