All language subtitles for DCs Legends of Tomorrow_S07E04_Speakeasy Does It.English (CC)

[car sputtering]

We gotta ditch Hoover's car.

APB's out on the Bullet Blondes.

That's fine. From here,
we'll just hop a train to New York.

Oh! Another train? Must we?

We have enough for three tickets.

The other half can hang out
in John's house.

I mean, it's technically
my portable phantom house.

But more importantly, does your math

account for Gary's
overly-generous tipping?

-He gave our last waitress 20 bucks.
-[Nate] No.

$20? That's over a quarter of our budget.

$20 for a six-top seems fair to me.

Okay. Do we have enough
to get to New York?

$35. That's enough for
one ticket and a few meals,

tipping like a normal person, in 1925.

I call phantom house
'cause I am over trains.

We've to get across town

and on the train
without anyone recognizing us.

[Agent Sharpe hushing]

Well, then we stopped at the right place.

[bell dings]

Oh…

I think yes.

It's cute,
but we need to hide the blonde.

-What about this?
-Yes.

Yes. It works.

No, no, no. We are in the 1920s.
That is not the look.

Okay, sir, can we see
all your wigs that are bobs?

Um… Customer here. I asked you a
question, which any good salesman

would take as an opportunity
to up-sell your finest wigs.

-Is he…
-Um… Hello?

She asked you a question.

Oh, I'm sorry, miss.
I didn't realize she was with you.

These are the only bobs on display

since most ladies chop and style your own.

That's not happening.

Of course.
Not with those gorgeous locks.

Let me see what I can find in the back.

Racist dick.

Sorry. Let's just get these disguises
and get out of here, yeah?

Yeah. It's okay. Sorry.

[Nate] Uh… Is it just me or--

We probably should've
ditched Hoover's car.

Yeah. Come on.

Police found Hoover's car.
They're onto us. We gotta go.

I've got bobs in three different shades.

-Brunette, redhead--
-We'll take them both.

-There's also blondes--
-[both] No blondes.

[Agent Sharpe] Okay,
how much for the two wigs?

Wait a minute.

-Are you two--
-Nope.

They're definitely not the--
Whatever you were gonna say.

[indistinct chatter]

-Guys, we gotta hustle.
-Here's what's gonna happen.

You'll help us sneak out unnoticed,

and we'll buy these wigs
at double wholesale.

-Triple.
-That is robbery.

Look who's talking. Bullet Blondes.

They're crossing the street.

-You've gotta be--
-Babes.

-Are you serious? [grunts in frustration]
-Give him the money.

[siren wailing]

-[Agent Sharpe] Wig, wig, wig.
-[Sara] Yeah, here you go.

-Put it on.
-Thanks.

Good. Good.

MAN: They're not very far.

Here. Check the alleyways.

-This is our only option.
-Great.

Put the key in. We can hang out here
until the coast is clear.

-Hey.
-Hey.

You looking for the Sapphire String?

-Maybe.
-You got the password?

-Uh…
-Uh…

Swordfish.

-He meant salmon.
-Mackerel.

Are we doing this?

Are we fishing for a stupid password

so we can get out of this alley?

Gang, we're screwed.
We have no money, no allies.

This time period sucks for anyone
who's not white, male and rich.

Only one of us, it's you,
is at least two of those things.

You said the password. Come on in.

-Wait. What was it?
-Password.

Ah! I see what he did there.

[Agent Sharpe] The password is "password"?

Welcome to my club. Name's Eddie.

Sorry it's quiet.
Running a little low on the drinks.

[Nate] We're at a speakeasy.
A very inclusive one, considering.

Considering what?

The Mob had a tight grip on these
and kept them segregated.

We've stumbled into one
that caters to everyone, which is rare.

I guess that's why
the password is "password."

-You play, brother?
-I noodle.

Come make us some pasta.

-What we got here? E flat?
-Yeah, brother.

-Classic.
-Yeah.

[train whistle blowing]

[groaning]

[grunts]

This is so degrading.

This is so exciting.

We got through step one.
Sneak onto the train.

-Step two is the ride to Chicago.
-Steps? Who died and made you Ava?

We're going to New York to prevent that.

That reminds me.
Don't talk to anyone unnecessarily.

-We can't mess up the timeline.
-Okay, Captain Sharpe.

That's Spooner Cruz.

The most important thing
is to avoid any suspicion.

-[conductor] Tickets, please.
-Crap. Let's go.

Tickets? Hey! I need to see your tickets.

Trying to sneak on without a ticket?

What? No.

I just had it.
Maybe I dropped it while we were moving.

You're off at the next stop.

Stella, why are you bothering
this nice ticket man?

I apologize if they have
given you any trouble.

These ladies are with you?

You're looking at the best pianist,
bassist and clarinetist you'll ever hear.

Just ask my boyfriend, Mr. Bottoni.

Of course, our train tickets
are all in our manager's pocket.

You can wake him from his beauty rest.

But I've to warn you,
he has quite the temper.

[chuckles] You all enjoy your trip.

[exclaims excitedly]

I'm Maude and we're the Masqueradies.

Welcome to the band.

[theme music playing]

Any mention of an exploded Hoover?

According to this, he's alive,
and ready to take on notorious criminals,

Capone and the Bullet Blondes.

It's only a matter of time, babe.
He's after us.

So there's a new
and improved Hoover-Bot. Great.

-What else does the paper say?
-Oh! That we're bootleggers and robbers.

Worst of all, we're sisters.

-Sisters?
-Yeah.

We can't go on like this.

We can't rob a bank,
it'll cause too much attention.

-We have no money.
-I know.

[Agent Sharpe whispering]
What are we gonna do?

Well, maybe it's time to give
our other enterprise a shot.

Wow!

-You make this?
-Plenty more where that came from.

All we ask is access to your storage room
for the night and 25% of the bar.

-What do you want with my storage room?
-20%. No questions.

-We got a deal.
-All right. Let's move some booze.

[man] The car was impounded an hour ago.

Your ears to the ground, boys.

Bullet Blondes are in Chicago
and are bound to make their move soon.

You got us out of
a sticky situation there.

It was plain as day
that you needed a hand.

I've been there.

Gals help gals and make new pals.
That's how I see it.

If we don't look out
for one another, who will? Men?

Men don't look out.
They look at, if you know what I mean?

You're referring to the
commodification of females by males

that is the norm of this decade.

You talk funny.

I like it. My name's Suzie Spencer.

Suzanne Spencer.

Marries Colin Baker in 1928, has four
children, retires in Florida and dies--

That's enough talking, Gideon.

You're supposed to be resting
your voice, remember?

Time to play the quiet game.

The game invented by parents to quell
their irritating children. Got it.

So you're a jazz band
called the Masqueradies?

I know it's a silly moniker. We wear
fancy masks as part of our schtick.

Not that it made any difference on
our East Coast tour. We barely broke even.

You know how it is,
being musicians yourselves.

She's resting her voice?

Right. Yeah.
Gideon here is the lark of London.

Spoon-- Esperanza is her vocal coach

and I am her manager.

A manager? Oh, my. They do things
differently in London, don't they?

Between us gals, I would kill
to have a woman managing our business.

[Suzie] Mmm-hmm.

Donny over there is
just an overpaid bodyguard really.

Is that so?

-Can I take a look at your contract?
-Sure. I have it right here.

[playing upbeat music]

Strange looking compact.

Yeah. It's from California,
by way of China.

You know, business is
really picking up in here.

'Cause the word got out
that we got the good stuff.

What can I get?

-Whiskey on the rocks or straight up?
-I don't drink.

-For health or faith?
-Faith.

Okay.

Soda water with lemon. On the house.

Thank you.

[toasting in foreign language]

Helps to know "cheers"
in different languages.

-I get all kinds in here.
-Yeah.

-[Eddie] That your brother?
-[Zari] Yeah, it is.

I've actually never heard him
play like that before.

And you never will again.

What's going on is a one-time special.

Right.

Those three guys are feeling the vibe,

riffing off the other guys,
you can't recreate that.

Yeah, where I'm from, we have
a saying. "Pics or it didn't happen."

A picture couldn't describe
the here and now. Here.

Now. It forces you to pay attention

or to just let it roll on
over you like a wave.

[music continues]

This is a catastrophe.
When did you sign this?

Three years ago,
when we first formed the band.

Okay, good. Hey, blubberbutt. Wake up.

You don't want to do this.

It says here that you're taking 60%,
criminal, mind you,

and yet you still don't have these ladies
riding in first-class?

Are you lazy or stupid or both?

You're telling me how to do my job?

What's a colored girl like you
know anything about contracts?

Where I'm from, managers
and producers are a dime a dozen.

I learned from Phil Spector himself.

There's a clause here that says
these terms expire after 24 months.

This paperwork is defunct.

I suggest that you draw up a new contract

that will benefit your clients,
not exploit them.

You can't make me do anything.

True. I can't.

But she can.

-You're fired.
-What do you mean, "fired?"

You're out of a job, you low life.

So we'll be taking these.

[exclaims excitedly]

[speaks foreign language]

Would you look at that?
These for the first-class cabin.

Grab your gear, girls.
You just got upgraded.

[all cheering excitedly]

-[people chattering]
-[people cheering]

-[loud music playing]
-[indistinct]

[cash register dings]

[all applauding]

Where's my wife?
I want to brag about how I solved

all of our problems with
good old-fashioned bootlegging.

She is taking a siesta in her mansion.

She said her wig was itchy.
Probably synthetic.

I wish we could stay longer.

No can do, B.
Train for New York leaves at 8:00 a.m.

We gotta find Gwyn Davies, so he
can invent us some time travel and boom.

Here's the rest.

We got all we need. You keep it.

Thanks. Are you sure
you all can fit back there?

No questions.

Well, tonight was eye opening.

You're welcome back anytime.

And I know you mean that.
Good luck, Eddie.

Eddie.

-Been a while.
-Evening, Mr. Bottoni.

When I rented you this place, it was just
a bunch of curtains and a gramophone.

Now look at it.

Looks good. Almost classy.

Thank you.

Things sure do change.

For example, I told you you could
rent my little space for cheap

and I'd supply you with your liquor.

And what do I hear
that you got another source?

[clicks tongue]

[Eddie groaning]

Eddie? Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Help! We need help in here!

-Zari?
-He's hurt.

You're the Bullet Blondes?

Oh, no.

-What happened to you?
-Who did this to you?

You did.

-We can explain.
-I understand just fine.

You conned me.
You put me in a damn Mob war.

'Cause of you,
I don't own this bar anymore.

-How's that work?
-My landlord, he's a mobster.

Found out I worked with you
and took it back.

Everything I had was here.
It's gone 'cause of a night with you.

-Eddie--
-Just go.

The Mob will be here,
so you better not be.

You're gonna let him leave?

What can we do?
We can't take down the Chicago Mob.

Our train leaves soon.

A train we'd have no way
of affording if it weren't for his help.

He's the only one
who's opened his doors.

He's the only open-minded person
we've met on this entire trip.

-We have to fix this.
-Yeah, but how?

Money. Money can fix anything.

Hand me the reins for 24 hours,

I will help Eddie make enough money
to get back on his feet and then some.

It's just--
We said small footprints to the timeline.

We can't keep leaving the timeline
worse than we found it.

This place is one of the few safe spaces

that exists in this entire
crummy time period.

I won't sleep knowing
we'd a hand in destroying it. Are you?

-Let's do it.
-Thank you.

Zari's really wearing the pants
on this mission. I think I like it.

[shudders]

What could you show me
that's gonna change anything?

Just patience, please.

[clears throat]

It's locked. Can you help me find a key?
Maybe over there.

-A key? Just around?
-Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

You know what? I found it.

[bell dings]

What is it with you people
and storage rooms?

It's a fair observation,
but just give it a chance, okay?

Okay, picture the main dance floor here.

A more exclusive lounge over here.

No smoking, of course, but darker, sexier.

-And a bar over there.
-Whoa! Give me a second here.

Eddie, can I be real with you?

I know a thing or two
about throwing a great soirée,

and I'm going to throw you
the biggest fundraiser of the season.

Buddy, you are going to get a Zari party.
[clicks tongue]

[train whistling]

[conductor] All aboard!

-[man] Ms. Beaumont? Telegram for you.
-Thank you.

Hurry up, ladies.

My honey's got a new club.
He wants us to perform. Ain't it great?

-You okay, hon?
-Yeah. Just feeling a bit queasy.

You know what'll help? A big plate
of eggs, bacon and hotcakes.

There'll be breakfast at the new club.

We should be on our way to New York.

Shucks. The train to the Big Apple
leaves once a day at 8:00 a.m.

-It's half past already.
-Damn it.

Don't fret. You can come with me.

-No, we don't impose.
-That sounds perfect.

There's nothing else to do other
than wait around at the station, right?

Well, aces. Follow me.

[groans]

My stomach telling me
something's off with these guys.

Your stomach is telling you
to get some free food.

Okay, Zari, things are coming
right along. That is good.

[sighs] I need better than good.
I need epic. I need a gimmick. A hook.

I need a show.

B, Eddie.

Okay? I need you guys to get out there
and spread the word.

I have the thing
that's going to set this party off.

For one night only,

the Bullet Blondes are going to put on
the greatest show this town has seen.

Wait. We're gonna do what?

We can get the word out with just one guy?

More than sure.

If you want a secret kept,
you make sure Ricky's the last to know.

Eddie, heard about the club.
You okay?

Peaches, Ricky.
Say, can you keep a secret?

[indistinct]

The Bullet Blondes.
Really. The password is…

-Rutabaga.
-Rutabaga.

-Rutabaga.
-Rutabaga.

-Rutabaga.
-Rutabaga.

Ain't this Eddie's place?

Rehearsal in five, ladies.

Let's see about getting you breakfast.

Maude!

Hi, baby cakes. We're home.

Nice new spot you got.
Can't wait to get a wiggle on.

What's this I hear about you firing Donny?

Donny was not a very good manager, baby.

See here.

Miss Astra here helped me draw up
new terms for a proper manager.

Give me that.

Garbage. This is what happens
when you do things without me.

I knew that tour was a bad idea.

Your manager is whoever
I say it is. Understood?

Yes, I understand.

New band member? Put her up front.
Give the audience something to look at.

Tonight is a big night, baby.

Mr. Williams from RCA will be here,

so get those getaway sticks to rehearsal,

so you can sing open his checkbook
and get us a record deal.

Maude, wait.

-Hey. What was that?
-What do you mean, hon?

In front of your boyfriend?
You just disappeared.

I know he can be rough sometimes,
but he's just got his preferences.

-You know how it is.
-No. Tell me.

He found me
when I was but a string bean

with an undisciplined set of pipes.

I'm thankful. I really am.

You heard. Even RCA is coming
to see little old me.

When he says, "Sing," I ask "What song?"

What happens when you don't feel like?

You don't get it.

Ross loves me. And I owe him everything.

Ross.

Ross Bottoni.

♪ Lately I've been wrung around ♪

♪ Tossed and turned about ♪

♪ Could this be the end? ♪

Maude's boyfriend, I know him.
Ross Bottoni. I met him in Hell.

He talked about my "getaway sticks"

so I covered him in his worst fear,
1,000 spiders.

That man is a monster.
We've to help her.

Astra, if we try to rescue every woman
in a bad relationship

from here to New York,
we'll never get out of Chicago.

Maude chose this.
This is her life. She said so.

Nobody chooses this.

They're in too deep

and have to grab on to whatever they can
to not drown.

That is not a choice.
That is survival, Spooner.

-You know, maybe she'll be okay.
-Gideon, what happens to Maude?

Is this a test?
I'm meant to be playing the quiet game.

Forget the quiet game. Will she be okay?

Maude's body will be found

floating in the Chicago River
December 18th, 1925.

Her death is ruled as a homicide,
but no charges are formally brought.

♪ Are you pretending ♪

Astra--

I don't care
if this is how it's supposed to happen.

I'm gonna save Maude.
There is nothing you can do to stop me.

Gary, I need you to make sure
the silks are secure.

We can't have it falling down.

Absolutely, Zari.

You're doing a fantastic job
leading us on this mission.

I know.

-It's pathological with you.
-What?

-You have a crush on Zari.
-What? No.

Gary, it's not a real crush.

Zari's triggering your attraction
to powerful people.

Think about it. Kayla, Ava, John--

[shushes] She might hear you.

You get off being bossed around,
you sicko.

You're figuring this out now?

Gary, don't you want to be with someone
who respects you for the alien you are?

No, not really.

[exhales] Worried about you.

I'm worried about you too,
but I don't shame your pathology.

My pathology? What pathology?

You find yourself in relationships
that can't go anywhere,

so you won't be in the vulnerable position

of giving yourself to another

'cause you've the excuse of timelines
holding you back.

What?

Okay, gang. The Blondes
have been rehearsing like crazy.

The mood is set and the whiskey
is literally all you can drink.

Are we ready to party?

I'm ready to party
'cause I'm in a relationship.

You do need to define what that means.

Define whatever you need to,

but I need you to do it as doormen
with good vibes.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Yes, ma'am.

Hey, remember. Good vibes.

-No. Great vibes.
-Yeah. Great vibes.

[electric crackling]

I can fix that. I think.

[Sara] Zari, do we have
to do this in heels?

Yes. Just…

Is everything good?

Eddie, everything is perfect.

It's a Zari party.

[instrumental music playing]

Hi. Ross Bottoni.
You're here to hear my gal, Maude.

She's got the best pipes in the business.

Come this way.
We got a table for you in the front.

-Maude, you have to leave.
-Leave it be, will you?

I can't believe I'm the first broad
you ever met with a grumpy guy.

Besides, I'm not gonna leave
right before the greatest show of my life.

If you stay, he will kill you.

Save the drama for the stage.
It ain't gonna work on me.

Look, you know it's true.

You feel it in your gut
every time you think of him.

It twists your insides
every time he speaks.

You want to vomit
every time he touches you.

You're terrified, and you should be.

[Astra] There's a better life for you
out there, Maude. Trust me. I know.

This is crazy.

What about the performance?

He's gonna know the second
the curtain rises that something's up.

And the girls,
he's gonna take it out on them.

Maude, we'll take care of Ross.

Just go. Please, before it's too late.

Oh! Thank you.

I always said,
"Gals help gals to make new pals."

You gals are some of the best I ever met.

[sighs]

[door closes]

-Thank you.
-For what? She knew you were right.

And I guess I knew you were right too.

[announcer speaking] Ladies and gentlemen,
may I announce to you,

the lovely and mysterious Masqueradies!

Okay. Maybe I can put a glamor on you

and you'll look like Maude,
which means you can sing--

I don't know the words to this corny song.
Why can't you do it?

Wait.

[both] Where's Gideon?

[music playing]

[music continues]

♪ Lately I've been wrung around ♪

♪ Tossed and turned about ♪

♪ Could this be the end? ♪

Sounds like she knows the words.

♪ To my genuine surprise ♪

♪ I've met the gaze of those blue eyes ♪

♪ Doll face, are you pretend? ♪

♪ She's my future favorite ♪

♪ My love
No denying it ♪

♪ So very dizzy for this dame ♪

♪ Take me down the boulevard ♪

♪ Then around this crazy world of ours ♪

♪ Please don't say it's all a game ♪

[upbeat music playing]

Zari, what's with the face?
Look around. Everyone's here.

I just know I'm missing something.
[sighs] What am I forgetting?

Me. I'm forgetting me.
I should have been in hair and makeup.

I haven't done an outfit change.

Who cares?

Look what's happening tonight
is a one-time special.

Be in the moment. Here. Now.

Let's dance before
some blondes steal the show.

[chuckles] Okay.

Rutabaga.

[announcer] Ladies and gentlemen,

the silver shooting sinners themselves,
the Bullet Blondes.

[bell dings]

-Rutabaga.
-Mmm-hmm.

Last time you saw Zari,
how did you end things?

We're together. We didn't break up.

How's that working out? What is the plan?

Oh, my God. We love each other!

You're not answering my question.

-[bell dings]
-It's not the-- Not now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[grunting]

[all cheering]

You can't put it off forever!

Discuss what it means to be all in!

Otherwise, you'll always
have one foot out the door.

-Or Totem--
-Shut up, Gary.

[gunshot]

♪ We've been forced to hide away
our hearts until a better day ♪

♪ Now we are breaking down the door ♪

♪ Stand clear
Bear-cats coming through ♪

♪ My dear, I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ Hotsy totsy dancer on the floor ♪

♪ She's my future favorite ♪

♪ My love
No denying it ♪

♪ So very dizzy for this dame ♪

♪ Take me down the boulevard ♪

♪ Then around this crazy world of ours ♪

♪ Please don't say it's all a game ♪

[both whooping]

Where's Hoover?

♪ Time flies, so savor it ♪

♪ Let's toast and
raise ourselves a glass ♪

♪ Cheers to all the memories
Facing danger, solving mysteries ♪

♪ In the present, future and the past ♪

♪ Sweetheart, our love is made to
Sweetheart, our love is made to ♪

♪ Sweetheart, our love is made to last ♪

[crowd gasps]

-[whooping]
-[glass breaks]

We're not sisters.

[all cheering]

Yo, that was incredible, Gideon.
Way to put those pipes to use.

My voice was well rested.

Way to croon, sweet cakes.

Come out front,
so the nice man can meet you.

What's the big idea?
Where the hell is Maude?

Far away from here by now.

Who the hell are you
and what happened to my girl?

I'm Astra Logue, you idiot.

And Maude is gone.
You'll never see her again.

You think you're clever, huh?

She'll come crawling back.

You know, where I grew up,
we had this knack of finding out

what people were most afraid of
in the entire world.

And you think you're so tough and strong,
but I know the truth.

What you're really afraid of…

Spiders, wasn't it?

Yeah, right.

Really?

You're not afraid of
tiny little spiders all over your body?

Crawling under your skin, scurrying
into your nose, ears, your mouth…

You've seen what
my friend and I can do, Ross.

So if you ever go after Maude,
if you even think about her--

Spiders everywhere.

Forever.

-Gals help gals, you jerk.
-No.

Hey. We're going
to the end of the Blondes' set.

-You wanna come?
-What are you talking about?

Didn't you hear?

The Bullet Blondes
are putting on a performance now.

We're gonna try to catch it.

Legends. Vámonos.

Go!

You're right about me and Zari.
We are a bit stuck.

But I've been okay with it
because I'm afraid of what comes next.

Well, it sounds like you and Z
need to have the talk.

And the Gare Bear,
he's here to talk after the talk.

Thank you, Gary.

It's enough for a small place,
but that's all I need.

And I don't know how I'll ever repay you.

You keep your doors open
for Chicago's misfits

and we will call it even.

No, no, no.

[both chuckle]

[panting]

-Guys?
-Check the doors.

They were here.

[sighs]

Don't worry, Legends.
We're on our way to the Big Apple.

So, I mean, technically speaking, using
you two as bait to lure Hoover-Bot here

was an inadvertently
brilliant stroke of genius on my part.

You still got a couple hours left
of calling the shots, so--

I do appreciate the trust, Captain,

but when it comes to robots,
you're talking to the wrong Zari.

Oh, um…

While I'm gone, will you guys keep an eye
out for my cell phone? It's MIA. Bye.

Oh… What's up, guys?

Huh… What did I miss?

[theme music playing]