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- Previously on
"Legends of Tomorrow"...

- Neron must be looking for
a new vessel.

- Nora!
- [grunts]

[whooshing]

- Nora?

- I don't like Nate.
That would be wrong and--

- He likes you.

- Why don't you talk to Nate,
tell him how you feel?

- Mick's writing
a Sci-fi romance novel.

- Rebecca Silver?
- Nom de plume.

- Nearly cost her own life,

but she killed that
bloody demon.

[dog barking]

- [whistling]

[wind whooshing]

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- You're letting the cold in,
man.

- We found something, sir.

But it's hard to explain.

- Don't stand there like a fool,
spit it out.

- Something was encased
in the ice,

and it appears to be--
- Gold.

- Well, careful, sir.

- It's...incredible.

- I haven't the foggiest
what it is.

- I know exactly what it is.

My greatest discovery.

♪

- [snarling]

- Yeah, that's what
they all say.

- [grunts]

- Oh, hey, ladies.
Is he any trouble?

- [grunts]
- Slam dunk.

Honestly, with Neron gone,

catching fugitives has
never been easier.

I thought it was gonna
take all week.

- That's great.

It means you won't have to
miss book club tonight.

- That's right...

- Mm-hmm.
- Book club.

- Whoa, smells like
somebody hasn't showered

since birds were letters.

That's a hieroglyphics joke.

- Ha, nice.
- [snarls]

- Whoa, buddy, don't talk
with your mouth full,

am I right?

- Mummy's are
the biggest dummies.

Hey, you big dummy, mummy,

got your containment cell
all set up,

and we upgraded you to
a king-size sarcophagus.

- Oh, and would you like
a wake-up call

from the front desk in,

I don't know,
about a thousand years?

[both laugh]
- Nice.

- All right, cool.
[clears throat]

- Bye.
- Bye.

- [soft snarling]

- I mean,
what the hell was that?

- On it.
- Yeah.

- Z, how's it going?

- It's going super awesome.

- How are you and Nate?

- [snarling]

- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!
Good.

- Ah, Nate Dog?

It's, uh, it's going
totally great,

in a super platonic way.

- Then why you guys
being so weird?

- [sighs]
It was that awkward, huh?

- Even the mummy thought
it was awkward.

Look, I mean,
you like him, right?

- Yeah, I think so,
but I don't know

what the next step would be.

- Oh, that's easy.
You just jump his bones.

- What if I do that and it
screws up our friendship?

- Look, Z, sometimes for
the good of the relationship,

you have to put yourself
outside of your comfort zone.

For instance,
I am going to read

500 pages of some trashy novel
by tonight for Ava.

And look, with Neron gone,
now's the time for us to

get our personal lives
into order.

I will help you.

- Please don't.

- Relationship expert.

- "I showed him my locket,
explaining,

"'I keep the ones I love
in here, close to my heart.'

"Gustavo replied,
'I keep the ones I love

"'in my freezer,
close to my microwave.'

"He had a devilish
sense of humor

that I found irresistible."

Hey, Ray.

I was just reading our
book club book to Nora.

- Oh, that's really nice, Mona.

- Ray, are you okay?

You look like
you haven't slept in days.

- Oh, yeah,
I've been having weird dreams.

How is she?

- No improvements,
but no setbacks.

Any news from Constantine?

- Nothing yet.

- Well, I'm sure he'll find
a way to bring her back.

I'll leave you two alone.

[door hisses open]

- I brought you
some more flowers,

because when you do wake up,

I want you to know that

your life is gonna be beautiful
from now on.

[gasps]
[intense whoosh]

What the hell?

[intense whoosh]

What's happening?
[confused muttering]

Ray, what are you...

What are you doing
with the pillow?

You smothering--
you're smothering her?

What are you...
[grunting]

[dramatic music]

[exhales]

[dark whooshing]

Not groovy.
Not groovy at all.

[exciting music]

♪

[exhaling deeply]

What just happened?

What are you doing?

Why did you try
to smother Nora?

Are you losing it, Ray?

- [deeper voice] Oh,
I don't think you're crazy, Ray.

Let's chat,
just Ray and Neron.

- Neron?

No, no, you're--you're dead.
You're dead.

This--this isn't real.
This isn't real.

- Not real?

[whooshing]
[electricity sputtering]

- This is--this is all
in my head.

This is--this is all in my head.
Okay?

[door creaks open]
- Ray.

Oh, wow, this place is a mess.

Uh, hey, um,
Containment Level bathroom

is sort of my crying spot--

- Not now, Gary!
- Okay. Okay.

- You're a reasonable man,
Ray Palmer.

So I'm going to make you
a reasonable offer.

Give yourself to me freely.

- No.
No, this conversation is over.

[whooshing]

[grunting]

- You leave me no choice

but to make you
kill someone you love.

- You--you made me

try to kill Nora, but why?

- Because if you murder
someone you love,

your soul will be mine.

[whoosh]

[tense music]

♪

- What is happening?

- Oi, Mick, fancy a brew?
- Laundry.

[electrical blast]

[grunts]
- Oh, sorry, sorry.

I'll be in the science
doing lab.

Nobody bother me or my hand.

- Haircut!

- What's all this ruckus?
- [grunts]

- Hey.
- Hey, I got it.

- Is this fan mail
for Rebecca Silver?

- No, it is not.

Here, give me that!
- What--

"An invitation for
Rebecca Silver to reveal

her identity at
Romanti-Con 2019 for $20,000."

- Rebecca doesn't do Cons.

- Now, Mick, I realize that
you don't like people knowing

that you moonlight
as a romance novelist, but...

- Do I look like
a romance novelist to you?

- Oi, listen,
don't you get mad at me.

Now this is an easy score,
and we're gonna get that money.

- 20K. How?

- Well I'll be Rebecca, mate.

- Okay.
Page one...

[beeping]

Will have to wait.

[dramatic music]

- All right, people,
we've got a hit.

New York City, 1933,

the Adventurers' Society.

- Shut the front door.

- What's the
Adventurers' Society?

- It's a club for
archaeologists and explorers.

It's basically
the coolest place in history.

Guys, this is gonna be awesome.

- Nate, you're running point
on this one--with Zari.

[together]
For real?

- Um...

- Sara, we did not discuss this.

- Look, relax,
it's just a clean-up job.

They'll do fine.
- [sighs]

Okay, find the fugitive,
bring him in,

preferably in one piece.

Now scram.

- Hmm.
- Yep.

- You're willing to risk
an entire mission

to play matchmaker?

- I sure am.

- Honestly, I'm getting
a "just friends" vibe.

- I bet you 20 bucks
they hook up on the mission.

- I will take that.

[dramatic music]

- You and I running this
mission won't be weird at all.

- Yeah, it's gonna be
super chill.

- Yeah.
[clears throat]

And just because
Sara and Ava are busy,

doesn't mean everybody else is.

- Yes.
Let's rally the troops.

- Yes.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Raymond, we got a legit
Time Bros mission.

- What?
Time--Time Bros, that's us.

Um, look, I just--I got
some stuff I am doing here.

- Come on,
put the "schmience" away.

We got a magic-blip.

Look, right now it's just
me and Zari.

And if I'm being
totally honest,

it's a little awkward
between us.

So I could really use
my wingman.

- [stammers] I was doing some
interesting stuff here.

It's something that has to do
with me...

Busy working on a vaccine
for N--nnn--

- For what?
- Nnn--

- You all right?
- [growls]

- I got it.
- You do--you do?

- This is about Nora.

I'm sitting here going
on and on about me and Zari.

I'm not even thinking about
what you must be going through.

I am sorry for being
a bad friend.

Bring it in.

What kind of
punk-ass hug is that?

Bring it all the way in,
Raymond.

Hug me.

Look, whatever
you're working on,

you're gonna kill it.

You're gonna absolutely
murder it.

[joints cracking]

Ow, Ray.

- Yeah, I just, um, sort of
sometimes like to do

a pre-mission message,
you know?

Just to limber up before
we get out in the field.

[pants]

[neck cracks]
Little too much?

- Yeah.

- Well?
Say hello to Rebecca Silver.

- [grunts]

Try these.

Ah!
Perfect.

- [chuckles]

- Nice getup.

So you guys heard
we're headed to the 30s?

- No.
- Well, you are.

Sara put Nate and me in charge.

- Oh, you and Nate
finally gonna...

- Boom-boom.

- Stop, stop.

Okay.
Guess what?

You're on the Waverider,
so you're going.

- Jumpship's got a full tank,
though, yeah?

- Mm.
- Do you have somewhere to be?

- Oh, best you don't pry, love.

Just like I'm not asking about
that naughty little number

Sara left behind for you
to wear.

Check your closet.

- Rory, do you wanna maybe--
- Plans.

- Okay.

[valiant music]

♪

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

[mysterious music]

♪

- I can't believe everyone else
bailed on the mission.

- More Adventurers' Society
for us.

- All right, let's do this.

- Allow me.
- Thank you.

I--I know these costumes are
totally ridiculous.

- You--you--
you look absolutely um...

Yeah, ridiculous.

- Uh, apparently it's all part
of a cover story Sara gave me.

I'm someone named
Marion Ravenwood.

- Wait.
[clicks tongue]

Wait a second.

Huh.

Well, it says here
I am Dr. Henry Jones Jr.

Professor of archaeology,
expert in the occult,

and how does one say this?

Obtainer of rare antiquities.

- [splutters]

- It's Indiana Jones.
Yeah.

- Sara set us up.

- What's that?

- Adventurers' Society,

everyone else unavailable
for the mission,

dressing up like
your favorite movie;

it's all a set up to send us
on the perfect date.

- [swallows]

- I totally get if you wanna go
back to the ship.

- Or we can see where
this mission takes us.

♪

[The Frontier's "Neon Rays"]

- ♪ We believe in
the summer sun ♪

♪ Neon rays,
I'm gonna get me some ♪

♪ Golden light come shine
on everyone ♪

- Oh, Mick, we're gonna make
a killing off of these people.

- Does Rebecca Silver belong in

Sci-fi Erotica
or Cyber Erotica?

- Rebecca Silver defies
all categories.

- Excuse me, you are?

- It's me you should be
talking to, actually.

I am Rebecca Silver.

And I do not appreciate
the tone that

you're taking with my bodyguard.

- Oh, goodness, Miss Silver,
the Recluse of Romance.

We are honored that
you will be making

your first public appearance
ever with us.

You look exactly as I dreamed.

- I'm just here for the check,
really.

- Of course,
and you will get it

after your public appearance,
Q and A, and book signing.

- Oh, chitchat with a bunch
of weirdos

dressed as some ridiculous
alien queen

they all want to bang.

- [laughs]
- No problem.

- Number one,
Garima is a warrior.

Number two, you're being rude.

- Rude?
That's rich coming from you.

You're the rudest person I know.

- You don't get it.
You need training.

What time's the Q and A?

- In two hours.

- Good, we'll be there.

- ♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[playful suspense music]

- Let's do this.

[blows raspberry]

Okay, page one.

Is this on audiobook?

- "They say your life flashes
before your eyes when you die.

"But what if in that moment,
you finally see everything

"life's been trying
to show you?

"That's how I discovered
that a killer was amongst me.

[beep, voice accelerates]
"I should've known

"something was
amiss that night.

"I was returning from
hot yoga

"to my sensational
cliff side home,

"matcha green tea smoothie
in hand,

"when I noticed my door
was slightly ajar.

[beep, volume rises] "I entered wondering if my dog walker

"or cat sitter
or personal shopper

"or astrologer
had failed to close it.

"That's when I heard
him say,

'There's something I've been
meaning to kill you.'"

- Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies and gentlemen, please.

My esteemed colleagues,

the honor of having
my flag retired

is only rivaled by the honor

of sharing my latest discovery.

To retrieve it
required not only

besting the frozen wasteland
of the Arctic,

but also
the physical limitations

of the human body itself.

[scattered gasps, murmurs]

But for the sake
of exploration, I prevailed.

And so, without further ado,
I present to you,

Gordon Gilchrist's
Golden Mystery Egg.

[scattered chuckling]

Now, Vincent.

[crowd gasps, murmurs]

- In the words of Ray
and Mike Tyson,

I think we found
our "myth-tery" man.

[squirts]

- Come on, science.

[tense music]

♪

Something's happening.

[breathing heavy]

I can feel my hand again.

No, no, no, no, no.

The infection... is spreading.

Gideon, where in the timeline
is John Constantine?

- His last known whereabouts
were in 2019

with Gary Green.

Would you like me to
connect--connect...

[voice glitching] What are you
doing to me, Dr. Palmer?

- Gideon?
Gideon?

What?
[grunts]

What are you...
[alarm beeping]

[beeping]

- We can't have anyone spying
on us now, can we Raymond?

You're all alone now.

Well, it's you and me.

- Oh, yeah? Well...
[chuckles nervously]

I'll just--I'll just do this
the old fashioned way.

[grunts]

[phone clicks on]
Ha.

- [sniffling]
[cell ringtone sounds]

[phone beeps]

- Yello.
- Gary, hi.

Ray Palmer here.

By any chance, have you spoken
to Constantine lately?

- Worried about Nora, huh?
- Yes, but no.

I'm calling on
a more personal matter.

- Say no more.

I will be right over.

- What?
No.

No, no, no, Gary.
No, Gary--

[electrical blasting]

- How can I help?

[intense whooshing]

- Oh, no.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[distant footsteps creaking]

- You hear something?

♪

[door clicks open]

♪

[keys rattling]

[lock clicks]
There's a guard.

- Okay.

Don't worry, I can talk
my way into anywhere.

[clears throat]

Excuse me, my good man.

Um, can you point me to
the nearest facilities?

I have an urgent need to, uh,
relieve my bowels.

[thud]

- Let's go.

♪

[lock clicks]

We are crushing this mission,
by the way.

No classic Legends mishaps...
- Mm-mm.

- And only one historically
insignificant nobody received

blunt-force trauma to the head.

- Hmm.

- And now we get our prize.

- Wait.

Trip wires.

This is gonna require
one of us

to squeeze through
these trip wires,

maneuvering our bodies
in unexpected ways.

- Are you asking me to do that?

- No, I'm asking you to hold
my coat.

- When I wrote,
"Uncaged Desire,"

I was trying to uncage
my own desire.

A desire to... to...

to...oh, bollocks.
What's the next bit, again?

- To feel life,
not just live it.

You still don't know Rebecca.

- Well, I know you
and you're Rebecca.

Your primary mode of
communication

is grunting like a caveman.

- [grunts]

- Besides, I mean,
Rebecca Silver is

whoever we want her to be.

These people, they don't know
anything about her.

- What are you talking about?

They read her books,
they read her letters.

- Her letters?

Do you answer your fan mail?

[sighs]

I just thought all this
was a big laugh

at their expense.

- Well, it's not.

- [exhales deeply]

[playful dramatic music]

♪

- Hmm.

♪

- [exhales]

- Careful.

[cracks]

The hell?

It's papier-mâché.

Oh, my God.

She did this all for us.
It's all a set up.

- No.
- Yeah.

- You think?
- Yeah.

It was a fake
Magic-O-Meter alert.

Sara concocted this whole thing.

- I bet you they're actors too.
- Yep.

- "Gordon Gilchrist" with
that ridiculous facial hair?

The only that's missing, Nazis.

[gun cocks]
- Yeah.

- What did you do with the egg?

- Hmm?
- The real egg?

- Oh, wow,
she really went all out.

- [soft laugh]
- Hmm.

[door hisses open]

- Hey.
- Oh, there you are.

I was beginning to think
you weren't gonna make it.

- This is a interesting choice
of venue.

- We can't have book club
without Nora.

It takes all three of us
for a book club quorum.

- Very sweet.
- [soft chuckle]

- Cheers, babe.
- Thank you.

All right, so, who do you guys
think is the real killer?

Because I have my theories.
[phone chimes]

- Oh, my God,
this can't be real.

I have to go now.
- What?

You just said that book club
requires all three of you.

- It's Rebecca Silver.

She's revealing her identity
at Romanti-Con tonight.

- Rebecca Silver?

- The sex-positive novelist
reinventing feminism.

- Yeah, we know who she is.

- Make sure you take
lots of pictures.

- Oh, my God, thank you.

I can't believe
I'm going to be breathing

the same air as Rebecca Silver.

[squeals]

[door hisses open]

- Okay, so...
- Hmm?

- What did you think of
the book?

- Oh, you wanna keep doing
book club?

Babe, we don't have to.
We can just forget it.

- I thought it would be nice
for us

to be able to do something
of yours.

- Aw.

That's so sweet, thank you.

I didn't read the book.

- What?
- Sorry.

- Seriously?

- Honestly, I--I usually just
drink rosé and let Mona

go on and on and use it
as a mini-vacay for my brain.

- Well, it was actually
a really good book.

- Wait, wait, wait.
You--uh, come on.

I can still drink rosé,
and you can go on and on.

- Hmm.
- Come on.

Come on.
- Okay, fine.

So, I think the real killer was
the dog walker.

- No.
- Yes.

I mean, all that
pent-up frustration,

and she treated him
like a doormat.

- You can't help me.
I need Constantine.

- Well, I may not be
a master of the dark arts,

but I am an intern
of the dark arts.

- You're interning
for Constantine?

- Yeah.

He's letting me study
his spell books,

if I water his plants
while he searches for

a cure for Nora.

But besides,
what other options do you have?

Come on, tell the Garebear
what ails ya.

- I--I don't know how
to explain it,

but it feels like...

like there's something
inside of me.

- Oh, yeah, you know,

there's a beautiful
singer inside of me,

but no one's ever
gonna meet her.

- No, no, Gary.
No, Gary, this is bad.

This is very bad,

and I don't know
how to get it out.

- Indigestion.
I know just the spell.

I'll have your pipes
cleared out in no time.

Let me just look it up.

Oh, good thing
it's not a demon,

because if it was, you wouldn't
be able to tell me.

[intense whooshing]

"A weird rule that keeps
the victim silent

"all the while trying
to murder a loved one

"in order to seal in

the demonic possession forever."

- [grunts]

- Why did you just
stab yourself?

- I didn't.

- [gasps]
You're possessed.

- Yes!

- I--I--I can help.

- Where is the egg?
- [soft laugh]

- Take it easy, Hitler Youth.

The egg's broken,
it was a crappy prop.

- The real egg.
Do not anger me.

- Look, this was a good effort.

Like really good,
but we've done Nazis before.

But, like, real Nazis.

So, if it's okay with you,
I would rather just...

[clicks tongue]
pull the plug on this.

- Yep.

- My friend here is a surgeon.
- Oh, nice.

- He will kill you
until you tell me

where the real egg is.

- Uh, yeah, let's tell Sara
we're onto her.

- Yeah.
[device bleeps]

[device bleeps]
- Hello.

- Hi, Sara,
Nate and Zari here.

First of all, well played.

- Yeah, setting up
this whole adventure

for us to go on a date
was way over the top.

But in the same breath,
very sweet.

And if I were to give a note,

the Nazis were just, like,
a tad too much.

- What are--
what are you talking about?

- Are they in the same theater
troupe as Ava's parents?

- What?
- Sara, drop the act.

Nazis killing us with
throwing daggers?

Come on.
- Listen to me.

Look, I did purposefully
put the two of you

on a mission together,
but this is a real mission.

Not a game.
Those are real Nazis.

[dramatic string music]

- [grunts]
- Whoa!

- And now, young lady, you die.

- Sorry, Nate.
- For what?

[blasts]

[gunshot]
[metallic crack]

[metallic clanging]
- [grunts]

[whooshing]

- Wow.
You okay?

- Yeah, it was actually
really intense.

[tender music]

[electrical whoosh]

[sighs]

- See, they took care of things
on their own.

And they were clearly about
to hook up.

- No, they weren't--wait.
- You owe me 20 bucks.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Were guys about to hook up?

- It was definitely...
- No, no, no.

- On the table.
- No, no, no.

both: See?

- Come on.
- I told you.

- It doesn't matter.
Okay, now that you know

it's a real mission,
where's the egg?

- Yeah, and where is Ray?

Isn't he supposed to be
quarterbacking on this?

- [moans]

[phone bleeps]
- Ray?

Ray, come in.

- Nate, buddy,
don't go back to the ship

under any circumstances.

- You okay, buddy?

- Yeah, just, uh,
cleaning up a storm over here.

I don't want you to trip
and break your neck...

[clanging]
on the mopped floors.

Okay, bye.
[whimpers]

- Bye.
[phone beeps]

Okay, that was weird,
even for Ray.

We should check on him.

- You go check on Ray,
we'll handle the egg.

- Um, I'm sorry that
our first date

got ruined by Nazis.

- Who says it's ruined?

♪

- [soft squeal]

- [clears throat]

Okay, what do we know?

- We found an egg,
but it was fake.

Someone stole the real one.
- Hm.

- Hey, what about that
Gordon Gilchrist guy?

- He's the one who found it,

so I don't know why
he would have stolen it.

Although, I sort of think
his poor assistant Vincent

did most of the work.

- Wait, that's just like book.
- It is?

- The book from book club.

Vincent is the doormat!

Look, it's always the doormat.

It was the dog walker
in the book,

and now this Vincent guy's mad
that he didn't get any credit.

So we find Vincent,
take the egg,

and wipe everyone's memories.

Easy.

[whooshing]

- Ray, Ray.

Remember,
if you kill a loved one,

Neron will take over.

- Oh, well,
here's the thing, Gary.

I--I like you, but...

- Oh.

Yeah, got it.

Ol' Gare...

Not loved by the Legends,

bottom of the pecking order
at the Bureau.

[soft dramatic music]

Constantine's plant sitter.

Always the butt of the joke.

- Gary, it's not like that.

[intense whooshing]

- It is like that, Gary.

No one appreciates you.

They all think you're a fool that they can use

whenever it's convenient for them.

But I respect you, and I see your potential.

- Neron?

- Gary, don't listen to him.
He's trying to trick you.

- A demon can't renege on the deals they make.

So you can believe me when I say

I can make you whole again.

- Whole?

- Rebecca, first let me say
that your novel,

"Uncaged Desires,"
was a sexual epiphany for me.

- I can't say that
I'm surprised.

My writing does have
that effect.

- But how did Officer Daphne
free Tank Tremors?

Can prison guards
release inmates

just because they're in love?

- Oh, well, you see that
was a metaphor.

After all, aren't we all in
our own prisons of desire?

- Rebecca, in "Heat Waves,"

who is the unnamed villain
who's stalking Garima?

- Charlie?
- What is a villain?

Is it just someone with
a different point of view?

What's really stalking Garima
are the choices that she made.

[applause]

[playful music]

- So, you're the real
Rebecca Silver, huh?

- Hi, yes.

I mean, that is
what I have embroidered

on my satin pillow cases.

[laughter]

- Okay, then.

I have a question about
your novel, "Raw Hides."

When Captain Cash Harvey
fights the Prairie Bandits,

why does Nasgowa stow away
in his Conestoga wagon?

- Well, you see,
that is also a metaphor.

- That is not a metaphor.

She really did it,
and she died because of it.

The real Rebecca Silver
would know.

- I am the real Rebecca Silver.

I have tea with lemon.

I have a really small dog.

- You're a fraud!

Where's the real Rebecca?

[crowd chanting]
Where's the real Rebecca?

Where's the real Rebecca?
Where's the real Rebecca?

- Right, go to hell,
you stinkin' mouth breathers.

[crowd gasps]

- Where's the real Rebecca?

[crowd chanting]
Where's the real Rebecca?

- Where's the real Rebecca?
- Quiet!

Give me that.

Nasgowa chased Cash
for one reason.

It's the same reason humans
have gotten together

since the dawn of time.

It's why people like you

come to conventions and dress up

as your favorite characters;

why a man sits behind a desk,
typing,

pouring out his heart;

why an author, a writer,

replies to fans.

It's connection.

Human connection.

I am Rebecca Silver.
[crowd gasps]

[crowd murmuring]

- You--you are Rebecca.

I'd recognize
that wisdom anywhere!

[cheers and applause]

[ominous dramatic music]

♪

- I would've come sooner, Nora,

but have you any idea
how hard it is to acquire

a phoenix's tail feather?

I didn't.
All right.

[intense whooshing]

By the power above and below,

I call you on you, Nora Darhk,
to return to this plane

and rise reborn.

[intense whooshing]

♪

Come on, love.

Come back to me.
Come on, love.

[whoosh]
- [gasps]

- [soft laugh]
- [gasping]

- Get Neron.

- No-no-no, it's all right,
love, it's all right.

He's gone. You did it.
- N--no.

- He's gone.

- He has Ray.

[suspenseful music]

- Ray?

Gideon, where's Ray?

- [stifled grunting]
Nate, you shouldn't have come.

- Ray, what's going on?

- You should leave.
You can't let me get near--

[stifled speech]
- Ray, what are you saying?

- [breathing heavily]

[intense whooshing]

- You been acting
so weird lately.

Thought we were bros.

- It's not me.

- No, see, it's N--

It's Ner--

- What's near?

Somebody's nearby?
- No.

- All right, people,
gather around.

- Vincent?
What's the meaning of this?

- I found it.

- Hand over the egg.

- I should get credit for it!

- The egg is my accomplishment.
It belongs to me.

- Everyone's memory of the egg
is about to be erased,

so don't get
too bent out of shape.

- Not so fast.
- [grunts]

[crowd whimpering]

- Finally, the egg is ours.

- Oh, man, these guys.

[dramatic music]

- [grunts]

- I'm Ray,
the wrist of me isn't.

Nate, you have to
get out of here.

You have to leave.
- I won't leave you, buddy.

[intense whooshing]

Okay, you got possessed
by Neron.

- You have to go.

He's gonna make me kill you.

- No, because I believe you,
Raymond,

are stronger than he is.

[intense whoosh]

[blows land]
[grunting]

[groans]

- Nate, I'm so sorry.
- [groans, coughs]

Why--[grunts]
why are you hitting me?

- Can't--stop--

- We're bros!

- We are bros!

[panting]

[intense whooshing]

No, no, no...

No!

[stifled grunting]

Okay, I give up!

I give you up,
do you hear me, Neron?

I give up!
[panting]

Spare Nate and I'll let you--

I'll let you have me.

Just promise me
you won't hurt him,

and I won't resist.

♪

[intense whooshing]

- Deal.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

It's nice to have
a willing host.

But...
a promise is a promise.

[rousing dramatic music]

[crowd screaming]

[gunfire continues]

- We gotta get that egg.
- On it.

[grunts]

[valiant dramatic music]

[blade clinks]

[both grunting]

[gun cocks]

[whip cracks]

♪

- Okay, I got you.

[whip cracks]

- [exhales]

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

[sighs]

See them whip skills?

- Yeah, it gave me
an idea for date night.

- Mm.

[ominous music]

- Oh, come on, now,
don't be shy.

- You're a little late, Johnny.

I've, uh, sort of
taken over jolly old Ray.

[whooshing]

- [exhales]
- Phew.

So you've lost a step.
- [soft chuckle]

- That's the thing
about mortals.

They age so quickly.

But don't worry, Johnny.

I won't let you die of old age.

- Yeah, well, uh,

I might be
a little older, mate, but

I've picked up a few tricks
along the way.

[whooshing]

- [exhales]
[soft laugh]

- And that one's
from Marie Laveau.

- Cute trick.

But we both know you won't
be able to hold it for long.

- You're a parasite.

And I will separate you
from Ray Palmer.

[whooshing intensifies]

Oh, Gary.
Where have you been?

- Uh, I was hiding in the lab,

then I heard noises.

- Yeah, well,
go and get my steamtrunk.

and we can exorcise this demon
right now.

Damn it, Gary,
now is not the time

for you to be standing around
like some hapless idiot.

I can't hold
this bastard forever.

Do it now!

- Demands a lot from you,
doesn't he, Gary?

But what has he
ever done for you?

I, on the other hand,
brought you a gift.

Go ahead.
Open it.

[shimmering whoosh]

[eerie music]

♪

- No-no-no-no-no-no.
[soft grunt]

Oh, don't accept anything
from him, Gary.

- [yelps]

- [soft laugh]

- My nipple.

[creepy exhalation]

- Gary, listen to me,
that part of you,

it belongs to Hell now.

All right?
Don't let it seduce you.

- [chuckles]
The same way John seduced you

into being unicorn bait?

[all yelp]
[flesh tears]

[whinnying]

- It's beautiful.

[creepy exhalations]

- It's cursed.

Now back away from it,
you bloody fool.

- It belongs to you, Gary.

- Come on, Gary, think about
what you're doing, all right?

Don't give in to its temptation.

- How'd I do?
[blow lands]

- Time dweeb!
The hell are you doing here?

- What do I do?
both: Shut up, Gary.

- I'm tired of being a doormat.

[nipple sizzling]

- Gary, no!

- [grunts]
[blow lands]

[ominous music]

♪

- Well done, Mr. Green.

- I'm whole again.

[shimmering whoosh]

[ship powering up]

- All systems back online.

[electrical whoosh]

- So, Zari, some big moves
back there.

- Yeah, you were really brave.
- Thanks.

- So why are you scared
to make a move on Nate?

[door hisses open]

- Nate.
- [grunts]

[breathing heavily]

- What happened?

- [groans] Where is he?

- Who?

- Ray.

Neron's got him.

[dark music]

♪

- [sighs]

[soft dramatic music]

- Sara, hey!

We got you a collectible
Romanti-Con tote bag.

- Who died?
- Yeah, what's going on?

- I have some bad news.

- I told you, I'm fine.

- She's stable, Director.

- Thank you.
- Ava, you shouldn't be here.

You should be scouring every
second of the time line for Ray.

- Agents are on it as we speak.

- Oh, why did he do that?

- Look, I know
you've been through a lot,

but I need your help.

- [soft laugh]
My help?

Why?

- Because no matter how many
agents I send after Neron,

none of them can do what you do,
none of them,

have the powers you have, Nora.

And I trust you.

Nora Darhk, I am asking you
to face another demon,

but this time
I am asking you to face it

as a member of the Time Bureau.

[soft triumphant music]

♪

- Let's do this.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
you haven't recovered yet.

- [groans]
We gotta track down Ray.

- You will when you're better,
I promise.

- You don't just
throw a man down

with these sort of injuries.

It's mean-spirited.
- Don't be a baby.

Does this hurt?
- Yes, Zari.

It all hurts.

- Well, where
doesn't it hurt, Nate?

Here?

- Yeah.

[tender music]

♪

- Here?

- I guess there's an upside
to getting pummeled.

- You know how I
never let anyone know

what I'm really feeling?

- It's kind of your thing.

- That's how I feel, Nate.

- I feel the same.

♪

[rumbling]

- Oh.
Gideon?

What kind of egg is that?

[scanning]

- I believe, Dr. Hayward,
it's a dragon egg.

[dramatic music]

- Ohh...

Oh.

- Of course.

[exciting music]

♪

- Greg, move your head.