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Please!

Aah!

Vandal Savage.

An evil dictator
blessed with immortality.

He has achieved what no one

in human history ever has.

He has conquered
the entire planet.

Aah!

What's your name, son?

Jonas.

Your mother was brave,

just as your father was foolish.

Which are you?

So you take after
your mother, huh?

Or not.

Caesar.
Hitler.

Per Degaton.

Rank amateurs
compared to Savage.

His forces have already
claimed the lives of billions.

And if we possess
the means to stop him,

and again do nothing,

then their blood
is on our hands.

As a Time Master
of long standing,

you seem to forget
our responsibility

is to protect the timeline,
not humanity.

You wish to engage in the very
sort of manipulation of time

that we are sworn to prevent.

And yet, if we allow
humanity to perish

at the hands of evil,
then what universe

are we custodians of?

What if, in trying
to save the world from Savage,

you make it vulnerable to
another, more terrible despot?

We are not warriors,
Captain Hunter.

We possess no army.

And I'm not asking for one.

Just a single timeship

and your permission
to change history

before Vandal Savage
puts an end to it.

I'm not appealing to you

as Time Masters,

but as humans, please.

Grant me the authority
to change the timeline

just this once.

How did the council meeting
go, Captain Hunter?

Exactly as expected, Gideon.

- So we are proceeding?
- Indeed.

Prepare the Waverider
for takeoff.

Set a course.
United States.

Star City.
January, 2016.

Ah, the early
second millennium A.D.

The golden age of
gasoline engines,

online pornography,

and those silly little
smartphones.

What are we going to retrieve,
Captain?

Oh, not what.

Who.

I need you to pull up
some files, Gideon.

The eight men and women
who'll be joining us

on our little crusade.

You usually prefer to
work alone, Captain.

This time, I'll need a team.

First recruit:
Dr. Raymond Palmer.

Also known as the Atom.

This feels good,
being back in the field.

Not that this is
a field, but...

Ray, are you up for this?

Uh, too late
to turn back now.

Huh, someone removed
the central processing unit.

Are you sure?

I designed the computer's CPU,

so, yeah, pretty sure.

Well, HIVE would only
remove it if they knew...

You had me shrink down and fly
into their secret computer lab?

My night's about to get
a whole lot worse, isn't it?

Oh, you can take them.

They have guns.

You have a super-suit.

It's time to start growing.

This is gonna get
a little rough.

Aah!

Oh, I am not
one of your adversaries.

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Next recruit: Sara Lance.

Former member of
the League of Assassins,

also formerly dead.

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Aah!

Miss Lance?

Join me for a drink?

I have come quite a long way
to meet you.

Firestorm,
the merged super-form

of one Jefferson Jackson and
Professor Martin Stein.

Caution, Jefferson,
83% of the chemicals

in this factory are
combustible.

Yeah, tell that to Rambo.

Thought I told you
to be careful.

Aah!

What's the use of
sharing my intelligence

if you won't listen?

Stop bossing me around

like I'm one of your
snot-nosed undergrads.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

Kendra Saunders
and Carter Hall.

The latest reincarnations
of Hawkman and Hawkgirl.

Kendra.

You, my love, almost
got us killed.

Thank you.

Your flying is still clumsy,

like a bird just
out of the nest...

Well maybe that's because

up until two months ago,
I was a barista,

not some damn winged
demi-goddess.

Have you two considered
couples counseling?

I hear it's quite popular
in this century.

There seems to be
an error, Captain.

These candidates,
Leonard Snart and Mick Rory,

are a pair of criminals.

There's no error, Gideon.

Drop your weapons!

Ah, fry, you little piggies!

A minivan?
Really, Snart?

Cops'll never hassle a dad

buying diapers
in the middle of the night.

- What the...
- Watch it!

Aah.
What a headache!

Stein?

What the hell
are you doing here?

I'm as ignorant as you,
for once.

- Where are we?
- Ah.

Why don't you ask the dude who
knocked us out and kidnapped us?

British dude
with a flashy thing?

- Ring any bells?
- The name's Rip Hunter.

I'm from East London.

Oh, and the future.

Nice to meet you, Rip.

Uh, while you were
incapacitated,

I may have tampered
with your weapons.

I've assembled you all
because I need your help.

The future of the world
is in peril

because of a man by the name

of Vandal Savage.

That can't be.

We destroyed him.

Yeah, the Green Arrow and
Flash helped us do it.

And therein lay the problem.

Unless you or Mr. Hall
deliver the death blow,

Savage can be restored
from but a single cell.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Vandal is immortal.
Kendra and I reincarnate.

Yeah, I've done that.

And what the hell
does this Randall guy

got to do with us?

Vandal.

In the future, he will employ

the evil he's perfected
over his long life,

and the power he has amassed
throughout history,

to finally conquer the world.

I've been tasked with assembling
an elite team to stop him.

How?

To travel through time.

To capture Savage
before he grows into

the monster he becomes.

You got the wrong guy.

- "Hero" ain't on my résumé.
- Or mine.

I know it's difficult
for you to fathom,

but where... when I'm from,

the year 2166,

you and everyone on this roof

aren't just considered heroes...

You're legends.

Legends?

I, um, I hate to nitpick,

but doesn't a legend
have to be dead?

Yeah, see, uh, that's
a deal breaker for me,

so I'm gonna pass.

It's dangerous for any of you

to know too much about
your own futures,

but I am here because
each of you,

as individuals,
is destined for greatness.

I could get behind that.

And, because if you don't
follow me,

this is what is in store
for your world

150 years from now.

I could have chosen
any time and any place.

Of all the people
who ever lived,

I chose you eight.

I certainly hope
that you won't let me,

and the world, down.

If your answer is yes,

meet me at this address
in 36 hours.

I had that.

I know.

It's fun to watch you
kick and punch

and skewer bad guys, but

I need a minute of your time.

I'm sure Captain Hunter
will return me

to the moment I left,
but I thought,

you know, just in case, someone
should I know I was gone.

We went up against Savage.

He does not go down easy.

That's why Hunter's
recruited a team.

A team that includes
Leonard Snart and Mick Rory.

So what do you know
about Captain Hunter?

He's a Time Master
from the 22nd century.

It's a little hard to Google.

So you know nothing,

and yet you trust him?

I'm as trusting
as you are cynical.

Well, I'm cynical,

and it's difficult for me
to trust anyone,

but that has kept me alive.

I died once.

At least,
the world thought I did.

You know what happened?

Nothing.

All the money,
all the buildings,

all the inventions,

the world didn't care.

My life, ultimately,
didn't matter.

Rip is giving me the chance
to help save the world.

I have to take it.

Keep your head on a swivel
while you're at it.

206 times.

Savage has killed both of us
206 times.

Yeah, and I'm not too eager
about making it 207.

So what?

You just going to run away?

We've tried that before.

Look, I know you don't remember
your past lives yet,

but I remember so much of it.

God, if you only knew
how I loved you,

and how much...

How much it hurt every time
he took you away from me.

Have you ever stopped to think

that maybe, just maybe,
we can't actually beat him?

But this time we wouldn't be
facing him alone,

and we almost defeated him
with help before.

Yeah, almost.

Kendra, this is
our best chance

to stop him forever.

The woman I've loved
for millennia

wouldn't be scared of it.

Look.

Past lives we'd fight, argue.

A lot.

But we'd settle matters
as warriors.

What?

Like I beat you,

and you give up this plan
to follow Hunter?

Yeah, except you won't be able
to beat me.

But you can absolutely try.

Winner gets to decide,
little lady.

I remember when you told
Mom and Dad

that you wanted to go to
sleepaway camp.

This'll be a little different.

Time travel.

I can't believe we're
talking about it

like it's something real.

I know.

I think you should go.

Laurel,

I died.

I'm still picking up
those pieces.

The Lazarus Pit brought me back,

but it left me with this

need to take.

To kill.

I'm dangerous.

After you died,

I needed a channel for my grief.

I found it in becoming
the Black Canary.

I found it in you.

For me, being the Canary
was never that positive.

Then don't be the Canary.

Do what Oliver's been doing.

Do what this Rip Hunter
is offering you

the chance to do and...

Be a hero in the light.

Be the White Canary.

Where did you get this?

I have a resourceful friend
named Cisco.

Where's the mask?

You don't need it anymore.

You've lived in the shadows
long enough.

I can't believe you're
thinking of

hooking up with the Englishman.

We're thieves. Crooks.
Criminals.

I have no desire
to save the world.

Especially 100 years
after I'm dead.

He said across time, Mick.
What about the years before?

Before fingerprints and
surveillance cameras

and DNA analysis.

Why did we become criminals?

Because we hate working
and we love money.

We could steal the Mona Lisa
straight off Da Vinci's easel,

snatch the Hope Diamond
before it was discovered.

This is everything
we got into thieving for

in the first place.

More than everything.

You want me in, I'm in.

But I'm not gonna be
anyone's hero.

Jefferson, it's imperative
we remain together

for our powers to work.

In case you haven't noticed,

I'm still getting used to
the whole powers thing,

and now that's you're adding
time travel to the mix...

Do you have any idea
what an extraordinary

opportunity we've been given?

A chance to get murdered
by an immortal psychopath.

No thanks.

Look, I'm a 20-year-old
auto mechanic.

The world is better off without
me trying to save it.

I don't understand
your decision.

But I respect it.

Perhaps I can persuade
Mr. Hunter

that he needs my knowledge
as a physicist

and not my abilities
as Firestorm,

so I propose we have a toast

to my grand and solo adventure.

To saving the world.

Knock yourself out.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

Professor!

This is the place.

I think we're being punked.

- Do people still say "punked"?
- No.

I see your buddy threw himself
a going-away party.

Yes, I believe
he drank something

that didn't quite
agree with him.

You don't look too happy
to be here.

Perceptive.

Well, I see you've all
decided to come.

Well then, we can be on our way.

I ain't footing it anywhere.

A Time Master's sacred charge

is to do no harm
to the timeline.

Can you imagine what a timeship
would look like

in, say, Victorian England?

Holographic indigenous
camouflage projection.

Indeed.

It's called the Waverider.

It's been my ship
for over a decade.

Shall we?

Excuse me, would you mind,
um...

Thank you.

Whoa.

I bet it uses ionic propulsion.

I doubt that very much,

given that
even advanced technology

wouldn't be able to sustain
an ionic reaction.

It's possible if you stabilize
the quantum flux.

You know, we actually covered
this before, Professor Stein,

when I was your student,
many moons ago?

Perhaps you remember my paper on
subspace field mechanics?

I don't remember you,
Mr. Palmer.

Oh.

Whatever you roofied him with,
I'd like some.

I did not roofie him.

Oh, I ain't judging.

I have never seen anything
like this before.

Neither have I,
and considering

I have 4,000 years
worth of memories,

that's saying something.

How does a vessel of this size
function without a crew?

I don't need one.

I have Gideon.

Welcome aboard.

I am Gideon,

an interactive
artificial consciousness

programmed to operate
this vessel's critical systems

and aid Captain Hunter
in his mission.

Captain?

Gideon's been working on
helping me locate Vandal Savage.

I thought you said he's pretty
active in the 22nd century.

Perhaps engaging Savage
at the height of his powers

isn't the best strategy.

Indeed.

Unfortunately, Savage has
kept his movements

hidden throughout history.

Not even Gideon can determine

where or when we can find him.

But I have the next best thing:

the man who can.

Professor Aldus Boardman.

Professor Boardman is the
world's leading... well, only...

expert on Vandal Savage.

We're gonna
pay him a little visit.

Course plotted for
St. Roch, New Orleans.

- St. Roch?
- October 17, 1975.

I suggest you all
strap yourselves in.

Temporal navigation isn't
something one wants to be

standing up for.

Time travel.
Cool.

Some of you may experience
some slight discomfort.

In very rare instances,
there will be some, uh,

bleeding from the eyeballs.

I'm sorry, what?

The human body is used to time
unfolding linearly.

Oh.

Jackson, I'm so glad
you're awake.

I didn't want you to miss this.

Miss what?

What the...

Oh, no, I wouldn't unfasten
those if I were you.

Get me off this... whatever
this thing is!

Good luck explaining this.

I did him a favor.

He doesn't look
all that grateful.

Just hang on and remain calm.

All your worlds are
about to change.

- Whoa.
- Seriously.

- That was insanity!
- God!

Whoa, that is some serious
Darth Vader going on there.

Chronos to Command.

I am closing in
on Captain Hunter's position.

Hey, what you doing there,
bro?

I am determining whether you
are integral to the timeline.

Okay.

You are not.

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Oh, I should have
mentioned it before.

Nausea is one of the
side effects of time travel,

along with...

- Aah!
- Vertigo.

- I can't see.
- And temporary blindness.

Oh, it should only last
a minute.

After all, that was
a mere jaunt.

The further back in time you go,
the worse the side effects.

- Better?
- It's all relative.

Good.

I can't believe
you kidnapped me.

- Hey, I want to go home.
- Good news, then.

2016 will be around in,
uh, 41 years.

Now, you three, feel free
to make yourselves comfortable

back here on the ship,
while the rest of you

are coming with me to find
Professor Boardman.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

- You're benching us?
- I thought we were a team.

This mission doesn't require
your particular skill set.

Yet.

Meaning you don't need anyone
killed, maimed, or robbed.

Precisely.

Sure it's a good idea
to leave these two

unsupervised on a time machine?

Hey, haircut!

Deafness wasn't
one of the side effects.

We better hurry up.
Professor Boardman will die

in less than 24 hours.

What's the point in
cutting it so close?

Because if he's
destined to die,

then he doesn't have a timeline
for us to disrupt,

and his impact on the future
will be minimal.

How brilliant.

And depressing.

How does he die?

Uh, he's found dead
in his university

from unknown causes.
Come on.

- Are you coming?
- I'll stay put.

You'd rather stay with them?

They didn't drug me.

Point taken.

This is unbelievable.
1975.

Imagine all the wondrous
applications of this technology.

A chance to witness the
construction of the pyramids,

the end of the dinosaurs.

I've never been to 1975.

It's rather colorful.

So, where can we find
Professor Boardman?

In his lecture hall.

Oh, man.
We're too late.

This is... I'm, I'm sorry.

You.

Both of you.

You know who we are?

I've been studying you
my whole life.

Ever since, as a child,

I first heard the story
of Chay-Ara,

High Priestess of Horus,
the Hawk God,

and her lover, Prince Khufu.

I hoped and prayed
this day might come.

Well, then, looks like
we've come to the right place.

I'm sorry.
Who are you?

A fellow historian,

here to discuss
another passion of yours:

Vandal Savage.

There's no way
of telling your story

without telling his also.

Okay...

Why does this stupid station
play nothing but reruns?

Don't even bother
trying to explain.

Am I the only one on this ship
who could really use a drink?

I say we go get weird
in the '70s.

Excellent idea.

I got the perfect outfit.

Perhaps Captain Hunter
was unclear

with his instructions
to remain onboard.

Shut it, metal mouth.

Oh, you're not quite ready
to run with this crew.

Sorry, kid.

Wait, you're just gonna
leave me here?

I said I'd take care of you.

4,000 years ago,

Vandal Savage was
an Egyptian priest,

secretly in love
with a priestess.

You.

Or, rather,

you in your first life.

But you were
in love with another.

Prince Khufu.

Savage, or Hath-Set
as he was then known,

learned of the affair
and was consumed

with jealous rage.

You believe me yet?

Which drove him
to murder you both.

And prayed for the hawk god,
Horus,

to damn the objects of his hate
for all eternity.

But Chay-Ara had
a prayer of her own,

that Horus would
protect them forever.

But another life was
bound to theirs by accident.

Savage's.

That's why
he wants us both dead.

My theory is that
the three of you

were exposed to the same
radiation by the meteorites.

We all share the same power.

And every time he kills you,
it passes to him.

That's what maintains
his immortality.

That's impossible.

Unless the meteorites
contained a mutative element,

like the particle accelerator
that caused your powers.

But without evidence,
you're asking us

to take you at your word?

It's not my word.

It's theirs.

But you still don't remember me,
do you?

We knew you in our past lives.

You've told me
your entire story,

stretching back
through the ages,

but when I first knew you,

it was after World War I,

and your names were
Joe and Edith.

Edith Boardman.

Wait, I... we were related?

I don't remember you.
I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

You always warned me
that if I ran into you

in your next life,

you might have forgotten me.

That's us

at the World's Fair.

You're just as beautiful
as I remember you.

Mother.

How old were you when...

You two were murdered?

Ten.

My whole life, you taught me
to be careful,

to keep moving,

always one step ahead of Savage,

but after tracking you
for 4,000 years,

he'd gotten good.

He found us
in the middle of the night

at a fleabag motel
in North Carolina.

You hid me in the closet,

made me promise that
no matter what I heard,

I'd stay put.

And I did.

Sorry to interrupt
your family time,

but we were hoping you could
tell us a bit more

where to locate
Savage's present whereabouts.

He hides in the shadows,

never drawing
too much attention,

but every lifetime,

placing himself near
the seat of power,

sowing seeds of destruction.

Who remembers
the name of the man

who whispered in the ear
of Gavrilo Princip,

and convinced him to start
World War I?

Why?
What does he get out of that?

The more the world is focused
on destroying itself,

the less it notices an immortal
psychopath in its midst.

With the ultimate goal of
subjugating the entire planet.

He killed your parents,
Professor Boardman.

Something tells me you know
where to locate Vandal Savage.

I have

an educated guess.

Ah. Dollar beers.

You got to love the '70s.

Who wants to listen to some
Captain and Tennille?

My mother played it.

A lot.

Wow, you guys are
really far out.

- You want to dance, Leonard?
- You go right ahead.

I'll watch.

Suit yourself.

- Can I help you?
- Mm.

How about you join me
in the parking lot?

Hmm, tempting,

but you're not my type.

But your lady,
on the other hand,

well, she looks just my speed.

Maybe you didn't understand
my request,

bitch.

Aah!
Son of a...

I got this.

Now I could stand
for a little help.

I love the '70s.

Gideon.
That is your name, right?

How may I help you?

I assume this ship has
a, uh,

autopilot or something?

- You assume correctly.
- Great.

In that case, I'ma need you
to take me back to 2016.

See, me being here,
it's all a big mistake.

Captain Hunter told me
you'd try to do this,

and he also told me not to
listen to anything you say.

Well, you are a computer.

You have to listen to me!

You seem overwrought,
Mr. Jackson.

If you'd like to go
to the MedBay,

I'd be happy
to prescribe you a sedative.

I do not need another roofie!

Whoa!

What was that?

A thermite grenade.

It seems someone is trying
to breach the hull.

His name is Chronos.

He's a temporal bounty hunter.

The ship is taking heavy fire.

I know!

Aren't we supposed to be
invisible or something?

You need to get us
out of here now!

A lifetime of research
on Vandal Savage

that all points
in this direction.

This should help you find him,

and the vengeance that has
eluded me all these years.

Jefferson... something's
happening to Jefferson!

We seem to have a little
problem back at the, uh,

vessel.

There's an intruder.
We really must be going now.

Thank you for everything.

Wait.

We can't just leave him here.

We have to get back now.

You said he's going to die
in 24 hours.

And we can stop it.

Are either of you
a Time Master?

I didn't think so.

I've spent years studying
the implications

of chronological alteration.

Good for you,

but we're not going anywhere

unless our son's coming with us.

Why is Chronos attacking us?

Perhaps Captain Hunter
is best suited

to answer that query.

Fire photon torpedoes
or something!

Only Captain Hunter
is authorized.

Where is Captain Hunter?

Dr. Palmer, please tell me...

I didn't leave my exo-suit
on the ship?

Okay, but I'd be lying.

Unh!

Who the hell is this guy?

Aah!

Is that a laser gun?

Gotta get back to the ship
and bond with Jefferson.

Cover me!

Cover me too.

Oh, you crazy old man.

Aah!

Thank you, Mr. Palmer.

Seriously?
It's Dr. Palmer.

Get down!

Aah!

We need to merge!

We go out for one lousy drink,

and you guys somehow manage

to pick a fight with Boba Fett.

Aah.

Aah!

Aah!

Ah...

- Aldus!
- We'll get you out of here!

You're doing good.

Professor Boardman
has sustained

severe internal injuries.

Prepare the MedBay to receive
Professor Boardman

and get us out of here!

Course heading?

Anywhere but here!

Our cloaking shield
and aft entrance

have been significantly
compromised, Captain.

Yes, I can see that, Gideon.

Station us in the temporal zone
while I work on repairs.

Temporal zone?

Yeah, it's essentially
a time limbo.

We can hide out there for a bit.

Another temporal jump would risk
revealing our position.

A time limbo?
Astonishing.

Oh, there's something
you people

don't know about time travel?

That's surprising, isn't it?

Considering none of you have
ever time traveled before.

Bringing a family member
from the past

onto a timeship?

Breaking out and carousing
around the 1970s?

We've barely begun,
and already this is the worst,

unmitigated disaster
of my career.

I see why you got the hots
for that one.

My son is hurt because of you.

Who attacked us?

Something of a long story.

Better tell it fast, Rip,
'cause it doesn't look like

the lady's in a patient mood.

Neither am I.

His name is Chronos.

He works for
the Council of Time Masters.

My former employers.

I thought you were
a Time Master.

As I've expressed,
time's not a linear thing.

At some point I was, in fact,
a Time Master.

Will you people please
stop hitting me?

Start telling the truth!

I relinquished my position
as a Time Master

when I commandeered
the Waverider.

Chronos was clearly sent
to bring me in.

- You lied to us.
- Of course I lied to you.

I needed your help... you all
barely said yes as it was.

What about the legends part?

Ooh, you lied about that too,
didn't you?

I chose you all because,
a hundred years from now,

your lives have minimal effect
on the recorded timeline.

I needed your help without
disturbing the history of 2166.

So, we're like
the opposite of legends.

Give me one good reason
why we shouldn't kill you.

Ditto the arsonist.

Because Gideon wouldn't
listen to your commands

and you'd be stuck here forever.

Great, so we're not
an elite team of heroes

on a sanctioned mission,
sent to rid the future

of its most horrific bad guy.

Just a collection of nobodies

who time really doesn't
give a damn about.

I didn't lie
about the mission itself.

Or the brutality and
ruthlessness of Savage.

Or my need for your help.

I don't imagine
you're the kind of guy

who quits his job and
takes on this kind of threat

for altruistic reasons,

so Rip, why don't you tell us:

what did Vandal Savage
do to you?

The Time Masters
discourage marriage.

They urge against procreation
even more.

A Time Master should be free of
any personal entanglements

that might compromise him.

But...

I fell in love,

and we had a child.

A boy.

Jonas.

Savage killed your family.

He slaughtered my family.

And thousands of other families.

And that body that I swore
an oath to serve

turned a blind eye.

They continue
to turn a blind eye.

I won't.

The last thing that my child
saw in this world

was that monster's face.

You can be damn well sure
that when Savage dies,

the last face he sees
will be mine.

I understand,
given the circumstances,

if you wish to return home.

We can make the jump
once the repairs are done,

if and when
Professor Boardman stabilizes.

I think we all need
a little time

to consider our options.

Just get some rest.

There's something
I've wanted you to have.

It's around my neck.

It was my mother's.

Yours.

It's beautiful.

I remember it.

Thank you.

Rip wouldn't have allowed me
to bring Aldus onboard

if you hadn't said so...

Of course.

Chay-Ara...

sorry.

Kendra.

No, it's okay.

Chay-Ara is fine.

Seems an apology is in order.

What I did was wrong.

I should never have forced you
to come along.

But, for me, the opportunity

to travel through time,

see the mysteries
of the universe revealed,

notions I've spent
my whole life studying...

Please do not geek out on
quantum physics right now.

Mr. Hunter was offering
grand adventure.

And at my age, you never know

how many adventures
you have left.

Hey,

I saw your 40-yard dash
onto the ship

with that Chronos guy
shooting at you.

I think you got plenty of
adventures left.

Yes, perhaps you're right.

Back home.
As Firestorm.

What if
I don't want to go home?

Yet, I mean.

Why the change of heart?

You ever play football?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Anyway... the best feeling

I ever got
from being on the field

wasn't when I made a great play,

or we won some game.

It was when one of my teammates
took a tackle for me,

and I knew they were gonna
make sure I was safe,

that nobody got to me.

Watching all of you
rush back to the ship,

even those two knuckleheads,

to take on Chronos?

Made me feel the same way.

I like being
part of a team, man.

Me too.

Watch it!

Sorry.

Sorry.

What's the point of us even
giving this a second thought?

Rip has already seen the future.

He knows exactly what's in store
for each of us.

Might as well have stayed dead,

'cause the world doesn't need
any of us.

You're just a lost assassin.

You're just a pair of
good-for-nothing criminals.

I can live with that.

Well, I can't.

Can't live with somebody
putting a cap on my destiny.

Spent my whole life
working to be something greater

by becoming something smaller.

Then some guy
comes along and tells me

that being the Atom
is as insignificant

as an actual atom.

That's not what he said.

Rip said that in his future

we're nobodies,

but this mission is about
changing the future.

I mean, if we have the power
to change the world,

don't you think we have the
power to change our own fate?

For better or for worse.

That's a very good point.

What do you think, Gideon?

I calculate
a less than 6% likelihood

that they decide
to go on with the mission.

I meant about the repairs.

And there has been another
unfortunate consequence

of Chronos's attack.

- Care to hear about it?
- Not really.

He's gone.

Our son... or, our son
from our previous life.

It's all too confusing.

I'm very sorry.

Actually, you don't
get the blame for this.

This was my fault.

If I hadn't insisted
on bringing him back here,

he might have died peacefully,
in his sleep maybe.

Don't torture yourself
with recriminations.

One of the great lessons
of time travel

is that many things
cannot be changed.

Time wants to happen.

Chronos, even Vandal, won't be
the only enemy we face.

Very often, it will be
time itself.

Whether it wants to happen
or not,

we're gonna change time,

erase Savage's future,

and earn our rightful place
in history.

Dr. Palmer is correct.

We may not be legends
in your time, Captain,

but we are going to decide
our own fates.

I don't give a damn about
being a legend,

as long as we end Savage
once and for all.

I can get down with that.

And our malcontents?

I like killing people.

We're in.

For now.

So how do we find this guy?

Professor Boardman had
a theory about that.

I've already had Gideon
plot a course.

_

You know what this is?

An instrument to make this world
a better place.

History teaches us
that the cause of humanity

is only advanced through strife.

There's no Renaissance without
the Dark Ages.

Man had no interest
in splitting the atom

until World War II.

I'm just trying

to make this world
a better place,

one war at a time.

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