All language subtitles for Legends.of.Tomorrow.S03E13.WEBRip.XviD-FUM

- Previously on
"Legends of Tomorrow"...

- Here's to being
two regular women

on a completely normal
first date.

- Wally West, I am trying
to save the universe.

Care to join me?

- When Nora was
possessed by Mallus,

he seemed scared of my totem.

You're one of the six.

- The hunt for the six totems
has begun.

- Good evening, Ms. Jiwe.

- No--

- Darling...wait...

- He may be of value.

You know what, Gideon?

I think I'll have some more
of your amazing French toast.

- You must've worked up
an appetite last night.

- Sara, can we take
the Waverider

to when Mount St. Helens
erupted?

I've always wanted--

Psych. That would not be
a cool thing to do.

This is, uh,
a very important time vehicle.

We--we would never use it

for recreational
or dangerous purposes.

Hey, Ava.

You look great...in what
you were wearing yesterday.

- Right.
- I'm gonna--

I'm gonna stop
talking now, yeah.

- Hey, Zari.

- This is weird.

Why are there
so many dirty dishes?

Ray loves doing dirty dishes.
- Oh, yeah.

I also don't hear him spewing
the neurological benefits

of putting butter
in his coffee.

- I don't know.

But we are being hailed
by the Time Bureau.

- Put 'em on.

- Hello, Legends,
and, uh, Agent Sharpe.

What is it, Gary?

- Uh, t-this, uh,
was just delivered to us.

T-there was a-a Palmer Tech
phone hidden inside

with a message recorded on it.

- Hey, guys. If you're finding
this, it's me, Ray, obviously.

You've probably guessed by now

that I have been abducted
by the Darhks.

- Hey, when we see him,

do we tell him we didn't
even notice he was gone?

- Yeah, definitely not.

- The Darhks said
that they'd let go of me

when they were done with me.

He is asking me

if I want to see
a Grateful Dead concert,

which is really kind of weird.

But look, you'll probably
try to come after me

and find me.

If you do,
he said that he'll kill me,

so...you know,
please don't do that.

Okay, bye.

Okay, I have done as you asked,

so no more torture
today, right?

I really don't think
you understand

how this whole
torture thing works.

*

Work. Work, work!

Come on. Why won't
this stupid thing work?

- That stupid thing has been
in my family for generations.

It should've been mine.

- Well, it's mine now.

Besides, Mallus wishes for
only his most devoted followers

to wield totems,
and you already have one.

Now, why can't I access
its powers?

- Because power
is all it is to you.

Until you find
a selfless reason to wield it,

my grandmother's
bond to the totem,

even at a distance,

will remain stronger
than yours.

- What about this Fire Totem
I stole in Detroit?

- That thing killed me once.

Even in pieces,
it's still to be feared.

Totems are eternal.
They can never be destroyed.

Ooh! So I can get
a necklace myself?

- It would take
a truly brilliant mind

to figure out how.

I could really go for
some eggs, poached, runny.

Oh, my coffee...

with grass-fed butter
and MCT oil.

*

- Are you sure
we should be looking for Ray

after he told us not to?

What the hell
are you doing here?

- Ditto.

- I thought you said
they'd be psyched to see us.

Look, I know
what you're both thinking,

but if you'd just
let me explain--

- If you're here to apologize
for burgling the Bureau

and--and--and
humiliating Gary--

- Well, we actually did that
for a good reason,

because we have
to stop "Mallusk".

- Yeah.
both: Mallus...

- And, yes,
we know all about him.

Sara basically met him.

- And you're here,
because the Time Bureau

has finally come
to its senses, or...

- Ava and I are--

- Working together,
uh, independently.

- Right.

Wally, it's good to see you.

I remember you from
Barry and Iris's wedding.

It was such
a beautiful ceremony.

The hors d'oeuvres
were, like, meh.

And then, the Nazi invasion.
The what?

- All right,
you guys still haven't told us

Why you're on the ship.

- Atoning...I hope.

I should never have kept you
both in the dark.

The deaths of those agents
and the return of Damien Darhk

will haunt me
for the rest of my days.

But surely, you understand
the gravity now

of what we're facing.

- Hey.
- Nate, my brother.

What are you doing here?

- Hey, man.
- Oh, man.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- Oh, no, just another
Grateful Dead end.

I for sure got a contact-high.

- Yeah. And I managed to swipe
Jerry Garcia's glasses.

- Oh...

Once a thief, always a thief.

No, we--

we allow light to moderate
theft on this ship.

We like to call them souvenirs.

- Oh.
- It's okay. It's okay.

*

- No, no, no.

Nope. Not gonna do it.

- You and I both realize
that your idiot friends

are gonna search
every Dead show in history

before they realize that
I don't even like jam bands.

- Be that as it may,

I...will not fix
the Fire Totem.

Sorry.
You're gonna have to kill me.

Suit yourself.

- No, no, no, no,
hold on a second, sweetie.

I think I'm gonna give
this suit to Genghis Khan.

Imagine what history
would be like

if the Mongols had a dwarf
star-powered rocket man.

- The Legends will just find
the anachronism and fix it.

- Good point.

Way to go, Ray.

Maybe I will just murder
a young Sandy Palmer

picking her sons up from
Ivy Springs Day Care, 1982.

- I'll need a lab.

[upbeat electronic music
playing over headphones]

*

Hi, Alan. Sorry, Alan.

You quit.

There's no take-backs
in Upswipz.

- Oh!
You're the up-and-down guy.

Me, I prefer side to side.

Our focus groups found
up and down was more intuitive.

Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait!

- You know, he might be right.

- We think it shifts
the paradigm.

- You have your lab.
Now get to work, nerd.

*

- We are still not any closer
to finding Ray.

Nate, I need you
hitting those books.

Look for any sign of him.

Gideon, scan
the anachronism map.

Something pops up,
you let us know.

Rory---
- Crush a six-pack.

- You do what you do.

- I'll head back to the Bureau,
put our resources on it, too.

- I have an idea.
It's a little experimental.

- I'm listening.
- Well, we know that Ray

is with the Darhks,
and so is my totem.

If I meditate with Zari,
using her totem to anchor me,

I think I can reach out
to the Ancestral Plane.

If we find my totem, then...
- Then you find Ray.

I've actually been
doing a lot of that,

and I think I could help you.

- Perfect. Make it happen.

- Sweetie, you think it's too
early for me to, you know...

get back out there?

I mean, how long
should I mourn your mother?

- It's been 23 years
on my end, Dad.

I say go for it.

- Thank you.

Trouble is I haven't had
a single match yet.

I think the thing is broken.

- If I may...

You might have more luck
if you talk about your hobbies.

- I just said that
I enjoy destroying the world

to remake it in my image.

Oh. I like trying
new restaurants.

- Also, your profile says
you're 199 years old.

- Yeah, it--it wouldn't go
any higher.

Can you fix that?

- Well, everyone lies
about their age, brah.

- Can you please stop
fooling around?

- Nora-doll,
what's the point of living

if you can't have
a bit of fun?

- Well, I'm not
enjoying myself.

I'm annoyed.

- Hi, Annoyed. I'm Dad.

Right? That's good.

Fine.

- No!

Okay, I have analyzed
the shards.

We'd have to go back
to the Big Bang

in order to get enough energy
to reignite the Fire Totem.

That or invent cold fusion.

And since that's not possible--
- Yes, it is.

Cold fusion was
invented in 1962

by a German physicist
named Bernhard Vogal.

- Yeah. No.

See, I'm kind of
a science dork.

- And if someone had
invented cold fusion,

let alone in 1962,
I think I'd have heard of it.

- Actually...

there's a very good reason
why you haven't.

The reason you've never
heard of Bernhard Vogal

is because the most ruthless
and efficient assassin

the world has ever known

made sure
that no one ever did...

- Me.

- Killing Vogal was
one of my greatest hits.

- Someone developed
an energy source

that could have replaced
fossil fuels

and essentially save the world?

- While putting the oil
industry out of business.

Some very powerful people

with some very deep pockets
wouldn't stand for it,

so they hired me.

He was waiting for transfer,

holed up in
an East Berlin safe house,

somewhat of a misnomer
in this case

when your old man
got involved.

[silenced gunshot,
man groaning]

- And you buried the secret
to cold fusion?

- And the man who created it.

- Yeah, I know.
That was implied.

- Well, I guess
I'm off to East Berlin

to stop myself
from killing Vogal.

Should be fun.

You watch the prisoner,

and I'll bring you back
some chocolate.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I'm probably gonna get
a hat for myself, too.

- No, I'm going.

Too dangerous.

- If your younger self
sees you,

it could change the course
of your entire life.

- All right, obviously
you haven't been listening.

We're talking about going back
against me in my prime.

You don't stand a chance,
Nora-doll.

- We're partners.
I can do this mission.

- Or you could just
call the whole thing off.

This is obviously causing
a lot of family tension.

both: Shut up.

- All right,
tell me your plan.

- We return to 1962
and convince Dr. Vogal

that we're American agents
there to help him.

Then we jump straight back
to this moment.

Are you taking him?

- Dr. Vogal needs
to trust us fast,

which means
he needs a peer--

someone who speaks nerd.

Hmm...

You better come right back
you two, do you understand me?

And use protection.

- Ew.

- I think he's warming to me.

Just go. God!

Just follow my lead,
and we'll be out of here

before my dad even shows up.

- Shh.

Be quiet and listen.
Your life depends on it.

*

We're the CIA, here to take you
back to America.

- No. West Berlin.

As I told
your British friends,

I-I will not speak a word
about cold fusion

until I am reunited
with my family.

- Touching,
but not our mission.

- We'll get you
back to your family,

but first you have to come
with us--it's not safe here.

- Wait. I-I have to get
something from the other room--

a doll for my daughter.

- No, no, no.
No, there's no time.

There's an assassin
on his way here right now,

and trust me,
he's not very nice.

*

- I will not leave here
without that doll.

Wait. You are not CIA.

Help! Intru--

- Release him!
- Stand back.

*

- Oh, crap.

- What happened
to your magic fingers?

- That virus you shot me with
must be affecting my powers.

- We got to get out of here
before more guards come,

or worse, your dad.

Dr. Vogal!

Hey, we're here to save you.

*

Hey!

No!

*

Who needs magic?

[guns cock,
man shouts in German]

Run!

*

- Okay, I believe you.

Get me out of here.

*

- Time-jump us out of here.

Oh, crap, there goes our exit.

- Well, back to basics.

*

*

- So I just eat
this Lyoga root,

and it's, boom, vision quest?

- No. That much would kill you.

This tea has plenty
to take you

to the world
between worlds.

We'll use your totem
to anchor us

while we look
for any signs of mine

and, hopefully,
Ray along with it.

- The incense will calm you,

and I'm just gonna ease you
into the altered state

through some guided meditation.

- Thank you for helping us.
- Yeah.

- So how do you know
Nathaniel?

- I was kind of like his
wingman back in Central City.

Just--helped him get over
a broken heart, actually,

because this basic bitch just
dumped him on his birthday.

Can you believe that?

- Yeah...'cause I was
actually that basic bitch.

- Great vibe, Wally.

I think we can
take it from here.

Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm gonna go.

- No worries.

That's a classic
first-attempt blunder.

Happens to the Legends
all the time,

sometimes twice
on the same mission.

All we need to do is regroup
and come up with plan B.

Hey! What are you doing?
- Plan B.

Tell us the formula
for cold fusion,

or I'll break your fingers.

- No. The formula
can die with me.

- Oh, I'm not gonna kill you.
You'll just wish I had.

- Nora, just put it down.
Torture is not the answer.

- Yeah, but it's fun
either way.

- Do your worst.

I've already faced
the most terrible pain

that a man can endure--

the prospect
that he will never again see

the ones
he holds most dear.

- The doll,
it's your daughters?

- I only had enough money

for papers for my wife
and daughter.

So, when they left,
Greta wanted me to keep it...

with the promise that I would
bring it back to her soon.

So...

torture me all you want,
fraulein.

I swear I will never give up
my secret

until I am
with my family.

- Aah!

- Aah!

- This was supposed to be
simple--in and out.

Now we're stuck here
in this dump.

Damn it!

My father still thinks
I'm a little kid.

Now he's gonna lord it over me
that he's stronger than me,

that we're not equals,
and that I f--

that I failed.

- It's not all bad.

We have extended
Dr. Vogal's life

past its normal
expiration date.

- So all we have to do is, um,

just get him across the border
and then he'll talk, right?

- Of course.

Why didn't I think of that?

We'll just mosey

across the most heavily guarded
border in all of history.

- Yeah.

Is that sarcasm?
- No.

No, that's not sarcasm.
Yes, it's sarcasm!

Look, it's not gonna work.

Without magic, it's impossible.
- Nothing's impossible.

W-we thought
cold fusion was impossible.

So you don't have magic.

Young Darhk is no match for
our brains and determination.

And you know what?

It's high time
you showed your dad

what's really inside you...

besides a demon.

*

- Dr. Vogal, where does one go
to acquire forged papers?

*

Looks like our master forger's
changed occupations.

- This was the address
I was given.

Perhaps we should come back
during the day.

You really think
we'll live to see morning

with you

- Wait.

Don't judge a storefront
by its hats.

*

- Let's get to work.

*

- First, the documents
must be flawless.

Then we need
the right set of wheels.

Only diplomatic vehicles

are the ones to be waved
across the checkpoint.

*

- Guten abend.
- Mmm. Guten abend.

You look like
a yummy morsel, fraulein.

How much for a little taste?

How about your car?

- And last but not least,

the most important part
of any time-travel mission--

disguises.

Legends never go
anywhere without them.

Thank you so much,

and again, sorry
for ruining your night.

- They should've been back
an hour ago.

Was I not clear when I said,
"Come right back. No dawdling"?

I think I was crystal clear
on that point.

You know, maybe you're right.

Maybe she is testing me,

pushing her curfew
to see how I react.

Am I being paranoid?

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not being
paranoid enough.

Maybe she needs me
to be more involved.

I mean, for her,
I've been gone for 20 years.

Oh, think of everything
that I've missed.

Life was so much simpler
before fatherhood.

So much anxiety.

You know, you're right, Alan.

I need to take action,
not wallow in doubt.

I'm going after them.

Thanks, pal. Great chat.

*

Don't worry, Nora.

Daddy's coming.

*

*

- Remember our story.
- Yeah.

Uh...now's probably,
uh, not the right time

to mention that I'm, uh--
that I'm a terrible liar.

- Try and imagine my surprise.

*

*

What were you doing
in East Berlin?

We--We were at the opera.

*

- Opera was
a-a very long show.

Big show, good show.
We have the best shows.

Very long, very big,
but very good

- I just find it odd
you're returning

at this hour of the morning.

- We made a...
proper night of it.

- I must run this
by my supervisor.

- Do you know
who my husband is?

You know what?
D bring your supervisor over.

I want him to know just
how idiotic his underlings are.

Excuse me, sir?

- Uh, of course,
I-I see it now.

I'm sorry, mein herr.

I-I did not recognize you
in that...hat.

*

You, on the other hand,

are a fantastic liar.

*

*

- Aah!

*

- Oh, no. It's my dad.

- Yeah, hit man Darhk's
gonna kill us.

- Not that dad. That dad!

*

- Oh, he's definitely
gonna kill me.

I was supposed
to have you home by now.

*

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- Saving you, Nora-doll.

And is that any way
to speak to your father?

- Safety first.
Strap in, kids.

- Floor it!

*

- I could've handled myself
back there.

I didn't need your help.

For the love of Mallus,

would you stop
with the hat thing already?

- Oh! Oh, hi!

- Is all of this
just a game to you?

Because I feel like
I'm the only one

taking any of this seriously.

- Well, since my Time Stone
still works,

we're gonna do things my way.

We're gonna bring
the good doctor back to 2018

and torture him until he talks.

- Torture isn't the answer.

- He knows his secret
is the only way

he'll ever see
his daughter again,

because unlike some fathers,

he values his family
more than himself.

- I just saved your life
back there! What--

Honey bunny, listen...
- Ugh.

- Don't you know
that I've only ever had

your best interests at heart?

- Was it in my best interest
or yours

when you pushed a scared little
girl into the arms of a demon?

- Yeah, to bring us
back together.

- To bring you back to life!

I send you off on
one lousy mission by yourself,

and suddenly the--

Oh...of course.

I should have known Ray Palmer

would be a good
influence on you.

- Perhaps I should give
you two some privacy.

I thought I raised
my father from the dead,

but instead I see
I just got a selfish man-child.

- Man-ch--
man

Why don't you run along
to your little hellscape

and boo

'Cause now that you're
a demon's mouthpiece,

it's obvious
you don't need me!

Nora, I--Nora!

- Leave me alone, Dad!

No, that's good.
Just--just keep talking!

So Ray's nowhere
to be found,

and things are getting
worse at the Bureau.

Bennett is so stubborn.

He's refusing
any meetings with Rip

that don't involve shackles.

Ah, I'm so sorry.

Here I am babbling
about Bureau politics,

and your friend's
in trouble.

How are you holding up?

Mutilating photos
of your nemesis.

Got it.

- Well, at least our nonverbal
communication skills

are off to a good start.

- Everything that we're doing
to find Ray,

it's turning up empty.

- Hey, you're gonna get
Ray back, I promise.

- Can we have
a little bit more

of some nonverbal
communication?

*

- I-I-I thought you said
this place was beautiful.

- Yeah. It was.

Something's wrong.

*

- You shouldn't be
walking around alone.

- Stop treating--

You...

- You know,
the last time I saw Nora,

she was still
Daddy's little girl.

And before you know it...

20 years passes
just like that.

And, sure, we're traveling
through time together,

plotting the end
of the world, but...

I'm left wondering,
"Where is that little girl,

and how do I get her back?"

Look, I'm not keeping you alive
for my health.

Speak!

Oh...

If you really care
that much about Nora,

then maybe you shouldn't
let her be a conduit

for a primordial evil.

- I admit, this isn't the life
that I wanted for her,

but world domination was
supposed to be my gift to her,

not her career path.

- Then maybe you should
tell her how you feel.

She's under a lot of pressure,
you know,

and it's all to impress you.

I am so proud of Nora.

Obviously she knows that.

- She only knows
what you say to her, Damien.

Can I call you Damien?

*

- Hmm.

Yeah?
- I have the girl.

If you hurt her, I swear--

- Meet me on the rooftop of
the Schneider Cement building.

An even exchange--

her life for the scientist.

*

- I am gonna kick my ass.

Is it Nora

- She's alive.
His life for hers.

He wants to meet in one hour.

I should've just listened.
This is all my fault.

If I lose her...
- L-look, it seems like

you're having trouble
with a knot.

- I am.
- Okay, well, you're probably

slipping the slack
through the half-hitch.

- Because I'm an Eagle Scout.
Trust me.

Look, I-I fought you
lots of times.

Together, we can save Nora.

Just give me back my suit.

- Oh, sure,
and after we save my daughter,

maybe we can go shoot
some hoops and grab a brewski.

Now, that's a good knot.

- One therapy session
does not make us friends.

You are still gonna die
when I'm done with you.

You...

- Oh!

- There's no reason
why we can't collaborate.

We'll take the doctor
for a few days

and give him back
when we're done with him.

You don't want to t-talk

about your plan
even a little bit?

*

- Oh, the plan is simple.

I'm going to kill you.

*

- Hey, you know,
I think we should go.

- No, not yet.

It's like...I can feel
my totem everywhere in here,

but it feels different.

You're still here.

*

What happened to this place?

- The longer your totem is
in the possession of darkness,

the more it is corrupted.

I am fighting it,
but I cannot resist forever.

- I'll get my totem back,
I promise.

- You must get
Kuasa back as well.

She needs you.

And soon you will need her.

- The first totem bearers
imprisoned a great evil,

and if he breaks free--

Do not say his name here.

He cannot enter your world,

but this is
the world between worlds.

Time does not exist here,

and time is his cage.

And the further time is broken,

the closer the demon comes
to break him free.

- This is why Darhk
and his allies

are creating anachronisms.

- And if you do not stop them,

all of time is at risk.

*

*

- Nora! If you hurt her, I--

- I want to see
the scientist.

*

- Now give me back my daughter,
you cocky little bastard.

- Nora!

- Dad!
- No!

*

- I got you.
I won't let you fall.

- This is why
I'll never have kids.

They make you weak.

Dad!

- Huh. Magic.

I should look into that.

- I got you!

*

Activate suit.

Activate suit!

*

*

- Voice authentication denied.

*

*

*

*

Ah. Okay.

Suit, fire Atom Blaster.

- Dr. Palmer--
voice authenticated.

*

Okay, reduce
Atom Blaster power by 99%,

Target...

45 degrees
to the left, 10 degrees down.

Make it 10.1 degrees.

And...

fire?

- Aah!

Nora!

- Ah--

- Dad...
you have to let me go.

- No! I won't!

- If you don't, you'll die.

- No!

- I can't lose you,

not again.

I'll be okay.

- I love you!

*

*

Because I have
something to live for!

*

*

- The totem...it's turned.

She has claimed its power.

- Okay, we need to get
out of here.

- No.
- You must leave, my children.

Run!

- Looks like
you still got it, old man.

I look good for 257.

*

I've always wanted to do that.
- Nice one, honey.

Got them.

*

- No, no, it's me.

Look, we got to get you
out of here.

- I can't make it.
It's too late for me.

Here, take this.

- No. No, you're gonna get it
back to Greta yourself.

- The doll was never hers.

*

Everything you need to know
about cold fusion--

it's all in there.

*

- I'm not gonna leave you here.

Your family needs you,

and the planet needs
your brilliant mind.

Okay.

- No!

- Well, I wasn't gonna let him
ruin my perfect record.

*

Excuse me.

*

*

Dah!
- Ah!

- Where do you think you're
going with that doll, Ray?

- I promised Vogal I'd get
this back to his daughter.

If I've learned
one thing from all of this,

it's that you're
a terrible liar.

*

Give me the doll.

- Sorry, Nora.
I can't do that.

*

- Come on, you and I both know
you're not gonna shoot me.

*

- You're right.

- It's a timequake.

Gideon, what's the source?

- An Aberration
has occurred in 1962.

It appears that someone
has blasted a hole

in the Berlin Wall.
- Ray.

- Which appears to be the straw
that broke the camel's back.

- I'm guessing that's bad.

Uh...yeah.

Those are tears
in the fabric of time itself.

- Gideon, plot a course
for East Berlin, 1962.

All right, kid, you're up.

Let's see how fast
you really are.

*

- Okay. You're gonna
want to hold on.

- Oh. See ya!

I hate speedsters...

almost as much
as I hate that guy.

*

- Look who I bumped into.
- Hey!

- Buddy!
- Hey, Ray!

- Ray, thank God you're back.

- Yeah, dishes need cleaning.

- Ha! And I can't wait
to get 'em done.

Rip...nice to see--

Wait, is it nice to see Rip?

- Eh...
- Yeah.

- Oh, okay.

- I hope that your abduction
afforded you some insights

into our opponents' designs.

- Yes, they needed me
to reignite the Fire Totem,

using this.

- Another doll.
How wonderful.

- Well, no, actually it's...

Ooh.
- Oh, jee--

- The secret
to cold fusion,

which is pretty epic.

Now all we're missing
is the Fire Totem.

- Yeah.
How'd you get this?

- Well, I saw it
in Damien Darhk's pocket,

and I thought, "Yo, that
would make a sick souvenir."

- Well, great.

I can get to work putting
this back together right now.

Then it'll be
three against two.

And with yours,
it'll be four to one.

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

- Yeah, welcome back.

- We found out that my totem
has been corrupted

when we were
on our vision quest.

- But we did find out

why the Darhks are so psyched
about anachronisms.

The more
the timeline's corrupted,

the weaker the prison
holding Mallus becomes.

- If they continue
destroying history,

the demon will be freed.

You should inform
the Time Bureau...

immediately.

- Uh, Gideon, patch us through
to Director Bennett, please.

- Make it fast, Agent Sharpe,

because I've got to stop
Alexander Hamilton

from seeing
"Hamilton" the musical.

- How's it possible

that everyone got tickets
to that but me?

Director Bennett,
we have some developments

in the Mallus investigation
that you need to be aware of.

- Such as your arresting
Director Hunter?

- I, uh, haven't, uh, arrested
him exactly yet.

- Look, we got
bigger problems right now

than punishing Rip for what
happened to those agents.

- I doubt
those deceased agents

would agree with you,
Ms. Lance.

Now, you place Hunter
in handcuffs this instant,

or you're all going to--

[blows landing,
screaming, gorilla roaring]

*

*

- Oh, my God.
- It's Grodd, actually.

- Ava, I'm so sorry.
He was a good man...

I think.

- Yes, most unfortunate.

I believe that this tragedy

makes you the highest-ranking
official at the Bureau.

May I return to work...

Director Sharpe?

- Um...

Yes.

- Thank you for searching
all of history

to save me
from a demented supervillain.

- Two demented supervillains.

Are you forgetting the apple
of Damien Darhk's eye?

- She's had a tough life.

She may come off
all mean and witchy,

but underneath all that,
she's a real person.

- Wait. Do you have
the hots for Nora Darhk?

No.

No. No?

- Look, I'm not blind.
She's hot.

But she's also bonkers,
which is...kind of hot.

- I just think that...

you know,
maybe there's hope for her.

- You would, you big softie.

But you're a delicate flower,
Raymond Palmer.

Take care
of that heart of yours.

- Wally. Hey.

I just wanted to say,
good job out there.

Are you sticking around?

- Um...no, I-I might join Rip
at the Time Bureau instead.

- Hmm. Right.

Yeah, I mean, I get that,

if you want to go hang out
with a bunch of stiffs

instead of the cool kids,
but, yeah.

- Well, I'm kind of getting,
like, a weird vibe here.

Like, I feel like Mick and Zari
both hate me already,

and the others are probably
not that far behind, so...

I mean,
when Nate first arrived,

he threw Ray
into the Temporal Zone.

Amaya beat everybody up.

Zari tricked us
into pulling off a heist.

And Mick--well, he's betrayed
us at least ten times.

- I mean, we're kind of like,

uh, the all-stars
of bad first impressions, so...

I think you'd fit in great.

- Wally, there you are.
Ready to leave?

- Um...

I'm actually gonna stay.

- I was hoping you would.

*

- Well, I wish
we could stay longer,

but my boss was just murdered
by a gorilla,

not to mention the mess
in Berlin that needs fixing.

- Well, call me.

- Until next time,
Captain Lance.

- Until next time,
Agent Hunter.

Director Sharpe.

*

- So...

You and Ms. Lance.

I-I think there's
something real there.

Yep, she's--she's special.

- And so are you.

Gideon, delete file 354-Z.

Sara can never find out
the truth about Ava.

- Yes, Director Hunter.

*

- I thought you were getting
a breath of fresh air.

- Well, I felt like
an apology was in order.

I lost the Fire Totem,

and I know how much
it meant to you

and to the big guy, Mallus...

but I also remember something

that used to bring
a smile to your face--

hot chocolate

with whipped cream
and caramel sauce.

- Oh, wow. I haven't had
one of these since--

- Since I came and told you
to join the Order...

*

Since I sent you
into the arms of a demon.

*

- I'm glad you did.

It brought us back together.
- No.

I never should've doubted
your strength.

*

Look, I know you feel
a lot of pressure

to be like your old man,

but I just want you
to know that...

*

I'm proud of you,

no matter what.

*

Ooh, I think there's something
in my eye there.

I think I saw some Brandy back
there for our hot chocolate.

Let me go get some.

*

*

*

*

- I'm fine, Daddy.

*

- Greg, move your head.