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"Legends of Tomorrow"...

- How did you do that?
- How did I do that?

Remember when we
dented history?

By building Heyworld,
we changed the future.

What you think of as a haunting
is a temporal echo.

She is the you
before you.

Zari, no!
What is that?

You can't kill me.

- No!
- I'm a God.

We're being hunted
by a pair of bloody Gods.

The situation just got
a hell of a lot more dicey.

Behrad is dead.
Can that Loom bring him back?

If we get the last piece,
yeah.

Oh, there you are.

It's always the artsy types
with you, ain't it?

How many times must
I tell you my powers

are not a tool for
your amusement, Clotho?

Wait, wait, wait, time out.

But you did look different
at the time, though, right?

Shapeshifter.
'Course I did.

But it makes the story
easier to imagine

if you just picture me.

- Yeah, just pay attention.
- Yeah, yeah.

Anyway,
then she said her magic word...

Enchantress.

I imagine this has something
to do with your theft

of the Loom of Fate?

You disapprove?

No.

Humanity's status quo
should be shaken up

every few millennia.

It's good for them.

Well, I'm glad you think so,

because this is
a pretty big shake-up.

I need to make sure that
no one ever finds this.

Not even me, and
especially not Lachesis.

You think you can do that?

Question. La-who?

Lachesis, she's my elder sister.

And also
the Leader of the Fates.

Now, she's a real master manipulator.

Atropos kills because Lachesis wills it.

It is you, Clotho, that
has the difficult task.

What, running and hiding?

I'm relieving you
of a piece of the Loom

that has been your entire
reason for existence.

Now that
you are free of it,

it'll be up to you
to determine what,

if anything,
is left of Clotho in its wake.

All I need is to make sure that
that ring is never found.

Existential actualization
can come later.

You cannot run forever,
Clotho.

And that is the last thing
that I remember.

You have no idea
what spell Enchantress cast?

Well, that would kind
of defeat the whole point

of going to her,
now wouldn't it?

But Charlie,
all we need is the third ring

- to bring Behrad back...
- And now you're telling us

it's impossible to find?
Maybe

you could've
mentioned that

before your sister
got on the ship?

See, this is exactly
the kind of thing

- I was afraid would happen.
- Stop.

Passing blame is not
gonna help anything.

I'm sorry, Z.

This Enchantress is a witch,
right?

Well, we have
whatever it is you are.

So do some hocus pocus
and find the ring.

Yeah, well,
it's not as simple as

finding Atropos's ring,
love.

Locating something hidden
by someone

as powerful as Enchantress,
that can take months,

- maybe even years.
- I don't accept that.

Behrad is gone
and he's not coming back

until you find the ring.

So figure it out,
magic man.

Fast.

*DC's LEGENDS OF TOMORROW*
Season 05 Episode 10

Title: "The Great British Fake Off"
Aired on: April 28, 2020

Hey.

You know, um,

I'm here for you
if you everwant to

talk about Behrad.

We're getting him
back.

There is no point
in dwelling on it,

because
everything's gonna be fine.

- Totally.
- By the way, uh,

when I went on that
totem journey thing,

I met the other me.

Really?

How...
how is she?

She's great.

Tough, cool...

You must have a thing for
warrior women.

Only if they're from
another time period

and eventually will leave me,
sure.

Did she have a
message for me?

No.

But I can tell
she really cares about you.

I really care about her.

And just so you know,
I, um,

I care about you too.

Oh, all right, lovebirds,

look, I think I've got
something.

Now, it won't be pretty,
but it might just work,

so come on,
chop-chop!

Sara, are you there?

Hey, Sara?

Sara? You

all right?

Yeah, I just, um...

It was nothing.
I'm good.

Listen,
you got hit full-force

with the power of Atropos.

- Yeah.
- I know you survived,

but there could still
be repercussions.

Charlie,
look, I'm telling you,

I'm... completely fine,
all right?

Assassin's honor.

Fine.

All right, you lot,
listen up.

Our Lachesis's ring could be
anywhere in space and time.

I'm gonna need to borrow
a little bit of magical energy

off you lot to help amplify
the summoning spell.

- Exactly how does that work?
- It's easy.

All you need to do is
keep your mouths shut

and let me use your
auras like batteries.

Is this safe?
It doesn't sound safe.

It isn't.
Any more questions?

Good, let's hold hands.

O circule, te vocavi ad
hunc locum et tempus.

Veni hic, te iubeo.

Whoa, this feels weird.

It is weird.

Kinda like that time we
went mushroom picking.

Focus, or you'll botch
the bloody spell!

Vincio cum hunc loco.

- Sara!
- Focus!

Vincio ad hunc tempori!

Where is everyone?

Wait,
something happened.

Oh, bollocks.

When everyone lost focus,

I'd successfully bound
the ring to the house,

but I was still working
to anchor it temporally.

So you, me,
and the ring have been

whooshed into the past?

Good work.

It's magic, love,

it's more of an
art than a science.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, my, are those guests?
I didn't hear the bell ring.

Well, hello.
I'm Mrs. Hughes.

I'm so sorry
to keep you waiting.

Oh, no bother,
love.

This is a lovely, uh,
boarding house.

You know, I could see myself
living here.

Now where ever did my
etui get to?

- Ugh. Oh.
- Is it that?

Thank you, my dear.

I would've found it
eventually.

Sometimes one just
needs to stop looking.

Right, totally.

Whoh.
Is that another guest already?

It is, indeed.

Dr. White at your service.

Were you two going
to book a room, or...

Right you are.
Yes, me and my wife here...

Oh, we are not...
not married.

Well, I'm afraid
I'm a bit traditional.

I don't allow single women
to stay in my establishment.

But we are engaged, yay.

Ah,
my sincerest congratulations.

Please sign here.

Oh, yes, of course.

And you will be in room
number three, upstairs.

Supper is at 8:00, sharp.

Right, thank you.
Mr. White.

Huh. You know,
you should take note.

This place could actually
look kind of decent

with a bit of TLC.

See what a difference a nice
set of curtains

- can make?
- Yeah, all right. Now let's, uh,

take stock of our situation,
shall we?

Now, I'm assuming
you can wield the totem like Behrad.

Mm-mm. I'm just holding
onto this for him.

I don't have a superpower.

Unless you count having
flawless brows.

I don't.

Oh, and by age 15,

I built a social media empire

valued at over $500 million.

"The New York Times" called me
the most influential influencer

- of my generation.
- Oh,

"The New York Times",
eh?

Yeah, it's like an app
that tells you the news.

So, uh,

your superpower is that
you're... sort of popular?

Aww, calling me
"sort of" popular

is like calling da Vinci
"sort of" a genius.

Great. Got it.

What about you?
What exactly do you do,

besides wear
the same outfit every day

- and screw up spells?
- Well, I've banished demons,

slain dragons, and walked
through the fires of Hell.

I'm a sneaky bastard
and the greatest sorcerer

- that ever lived.
- Cool, cool, cool.

Do you wanna go ahead
and "sorcer" something

so we can find the ring
and get out of here?

- Mm. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Okay, so does that mean
it's in there?

Yeah, it seems so.
This is the Doctor's room.

Maybe you could, uh,
influence him out

- while I go check it out?
- Mmm, see?

You need my skill
set already.

Yeah, right.
Good luck.

Can I help you?

I seem to have come down
with something, Doctor.

Might you be able
to give me a checkup?

Of course.
Be happy to help.

Please, come in.

Perhaps we could go down
to the sitting room.

I am a newly engaged woman,
after all.

I understand.

One moment.

Ah.

Hmm.

No ring?

We are still looking for one.

And you arrived with no luggage,
if I'm not mistaken.

Couldn't wait to get away
from the city.

Yes, I could see why your
betrothed would want to get you

to himself
as quickly as possible.

You have a beautiful face.

Oh, thank you.
I moisturize.

It's not like my face.

No one remembers
my face.

Huh. You know,
you could, uh,

look into getting
a rebranding specialist.

I'm afraid your case
is worse than I thought.

I must insist
we return to my room

for a more thorough
examination.

Oh, my gosh.
Look at that.

No more cough.

You are a real
miracle worker, Doc.

You should just
stay here, relax,

have a drink, and I'm gonna...

okay, bye-bye.

Ew.

John!

John?

It seems we did end up
in my room, after all.

Shall we begin
the examination?

John, you killed him!

'Course I did.
He's Jack the bloody Ripper.

Behind you!

Blimey.

Old Leather Apron here
must be an Encore.

Hand me some rope now,
will you, love?

Cheers.

Captain Lance is experiencing

unusual activity
in the striatum,

a region of the brain
that processes time.

I am continuing
to run tests

to determine the cause.

So Atropos not only
killed Behrad,

but also managed
to put Sara in a coma.

I don't think
the team's gonna survive

another run-in with
your sister, Charlie.

Well, if we had it my way,
we never would've run into her

- in the first place.
- Pardon me, but Dr. Heywood

and Mr. Green are requesting
your presence on the Bridge.

The Prognosticator is showing
unusual Encore activity.

Hey.

You got this, Captain.

Right.

Captain.

All the Encores are
moving through time.

More specifically,
they're all heading

towards a particular point.

Looks like
they're hunting something.

Or someone.

Astra must have sent
the Encores after John.

Gideon, pinpoint where and
when they're converging.

See, guys?
I knew all my time spent creating

the Prognosticator
would be worth it.

Ava Sharpe saves
the day again.

I'm sorry, Captain.

It appears that
the Prognosticator

is not equipped to handle
time-traveling Encores.

Ava,
take a deep breath...

You know what? We don't even
know if Sara's gonna wake up,

and if she does,
she's gonna find out

that two of the Legends
are missing.

This is beyond unacceptable.

Let's just sit down.

I'll brew you a cup of
your favorite herbal tea...

I'm not just gonna sit
around

and do nothing.
If we can't track the Encores,

we have to go after them
at the source... Astra.

I seriously doubt she's just
gonna agree to stop doing

whatever her current evil plan is.

That's why I'm not
gonna give her a choice.

Nighty-night, Jackie-boy.

Sweet dreams of disembowelment
and all that jazz.

What the hell,
John?

Astra must have sent him here
after me.

You know, not
everything is about you.

Yeah, well, it'd be a big
bloody coincidence

if an Encore just happened
to show up in the same time

and place as us
for no apparent reason.

Okay, fine, but I thought
you and Astra had a deal?

Clearly she got impatient,
all right?

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Did you find the ring?

It wasn't in his room.

Now something is
interfering with my magic.

Yeah, some great sorcerer.

Ooh, some great
influencer.

You could barely keep him
distracted for ten minutes.

Oh, I'm sorry,

should I have let myself
be serial killed

so you would've
had five more minutes

to not find the ring?

You know what?

We should split up
so we can both find this in peace.

Fine by me, sweetheart.

Howdy, ma'am.
My name's Clyde Barrow.

And my name's Bonnie.

And we're in need of
some accommodations.

Bloody hell,
they're all Encores.

All right, while I'm down there,
you two need to work on

fixing the Prognosticator
so we can track down Zari and John.

- Well, tech is not really...
- Charlie.

Sure, we'll figure it out.

Um, I feel like
somebody has to ask you.

Are you 100% certain
you want Gary to take you to Hell?

I was kinda wondering
the same thing.

Look, Gary's the only wizard
I have access to, and besides,

I'm not only taking Gary
down there,

I'm gonna need some
extra muscle too.

Well, thank you for
noticing the extra reps

I've been putting
on the lat machine.

- You ready, Mick?
- Oh.

Oh, Mick, I thought
you were taking time off

to hang out
with the kid?

She told me to go to Hell.
Where are we headed?

The portal to Hell is ready,
Captain.

All that's left is for...

me to drink some of this
demon blood.

- Come on, Gary.
- Okay, yeah. Okay.

Ugh.

Huh.
It's actually quite tangy.

Okay, how do we do this?

I will say some words,
and then the sigil

will transport us to Hell
for precisely four hours.

After that, we'll be transported
right back here.

Sounds good to me.

Enter.

Flesh become my flesh.

Soul become my soul.

Hades, firstborn of Cronus and Rhea,

I call upon you.

All right, Mick, get
ready to light it up.

- Beer?
- Yeah.

This was a terrible idea.

Should've worn shoulder
pads to blend in.

I like it. There's fire.

Let's just find Astra.

About time
we killed the bitch.

No! John has been working
so hard

to rehabilitate her.
Also,

I thought we didn't use
that word anymore.

You know what? I'm gonna let
the B-word slide this time.

She sent a bunch of criminals
after our friends.

How do we even find her?
What are we supposed to do,

just ask a random demon
off the street?

- Where's Astra?
- She's at her club.

Uh, two streets down,
make a left.

Wow, I didn't expect that
to work.

Thanks, Mickey.

You know, it's times like this,

that I wish
I hadn't given up smoking.

Yeah, well, I wish I had
brought my own hairbrush.

Guess we're both out of luck.

Why would Astra send so
many Encores after me?

I mean,
seems like overkill.

Again, maybe
it's not all about you.

What if they're after the ring?

You know, I never told Astra
about the Loom of Fate,

but you might be
onto something.

Oh, look at that.
Supper time.

You're not
seriously suggesting

we go dine
with Hell-people.

I am seriously suggesting

that you stay while
I handle it.

I am part of this.

And possess
far superior social skills.

Yeah,
well, you bottled it

when Jack the Ripper
attacked.

Look,
I can't look after you

and figure out what Astra's
up to at the same time.

This might be
Behrad's totem,

but there is a little warrior
me inside here

from a different timeline
and she's gonna protect me.

I don't even know
what to say to that.

But I will say this.

Even if I have
to tie you up myself,

you're staying here.

Quiesce.

- What are you doing?
- Well, I can't exactly

go out there
as John Constantine now, can I?

I think I have an idea.

Clyde and I were tortured
by Manaxos the Mutilator himself.

Your pain was a mere trifle

compared to what the
Norfulthing did to me.

I thought the Hellhounds
were the worst evil

a man could suffer.

Who exactly are you

that you were worth
Norfulthing's time?

I am, of course,
King Henry VIII,

ruler of the British Empire.

And what crime
sent you to Hell?

- Mmm.
- We rob banks.

And I plunder boats.

You may have heard of me.
The name's Black Caesar.

- Caesar?
- Ah, and you must be Brutus.

I always favored
beheadings

over stabbing someone
in the back.

Less cowardly.

Supper is ready.

Now, stop dillydallying
and come and have a seat

before the food gets cold.

Excuse me, Miss Astra.

Found this scum
lurking by the entrance.

"Lurking" seems like
an overly sinister way

- to describe it...
- Why are you here, twerp?

John Constantine
is outside.

He knows
you're impatient with him,

but he has the, uh,
thing he promised you.

But he doesn't want to come
in here and risk being seen.

So if you could take
a quick break

from eating...
bugs and come with me...

Waste my time and I'll
let my demonic friends here

use you
as a human piñata.

So that's where Genghis
Khan's sword went.

It's over, Astra.

We know you've sent
your Encores after John,

so don't play coy.

What the hell's an Encore?

It's what we've been
calling the corrupted souls

that you've been sending
back to Earth.

I haven't sent a single
"Encore" back to Earth

since John and I
last spoke.

- Kill her already.
- Good idea.

Wait, Ava.

What if she's telling
the truth?

Come inside
and I'll prove it to you.

Ah, just in time.

Oh, I love a good carving.

And who the devil are
you supposed to be?

I, my friend,
am Jack the Ripper.

You got quite the reputation,
Jack.

- Join us.
- Cheers, mate.

My mistake, sugar.

I would have noticed
if the ring was sitting

directly in front of me.

So we are all here
for the ring.

I don't share me treasure
with anyone but me crew.

We've been set up.

And I assume that we all
got the same deal, yeah?

The ring in exchange
for free rein on Earth.

It would appear we are
in direct competition.

So then what the hell are
we doing eating dinner?

Oh, that's a bit on the nose,
isn't it, Brutie?

Just so we're all
on the same page here,

each one of us
has a Hell-weapon

and we could well and
truly end each other

right here, right now.

Clyde, the way I see it,
this here Jack the Ripper

is our greatest competition.

Yeah, I think
you're right, peaches.

Jack here never was
caught by the police.

Greetings, subjects.

I'm your Queen,

Cleopatra.

Yes, I see.

They're very big
and impressive.

That's not what
I came here for.

Great, you all have
scary weapons.

Now that we know that,

is it really necessary
for everyone to get

cramps in their arms?

You, of course,
remember Brutus?

Yes, of course.

"It was not that
I loved Caesar less

but that I loved Rome
more".

We never had the chance
of meeting before.

- Mmm.
- But I would have thought

my murder of your lover
would be unforgivable.

Damn skippy.
Kill him.

I'm not a petty despot
ruled by past grievances.

I'm a strategist.

The most sensible thing
to do

is to work
together.

As soon as one of us
finds the ring,

it's off to the Pits
for the rest.

You're just gonna accept that?

As soon as we have the ring
in our hands,

we have all the power.
We can march right into Hell

and demand our freedom.

Hey, hear,
hear to that, eh?

All right.

Now, let's eat, okay?

Okay.

So where's the lug-head?

Rory's guarding our exit,

and he enjoying
some entertainment.

Yeah, I'll definitely
be seeing that one again

down here.

Oh, you're no fun.

Now, this is where
I keep all my soul coins,

and as you can see,
they're all right...

Did you lose something?

No one with an
"executive privacy" button

has good intentions.

My vault is empty.

Besides me, you're the only
one with access, Tiberius.

Care to explain?

Is this one of those
human pranks?

You had me take them
out for you last week.

- Like hell I did.
- I swear it.

I saw you myself.

A shapeshifter.

Damn it!

Oh, don't look at me
like that.

He'll be fine
in a few hours.

Better, even, 'cause he'll have
learned to be less gullible.

At least the most valuable one
is still...

Who the hell is
Vandal Savage?

Oh, I actually know that one.
He's...

Shut up.

I can't believe
she did this to me.

Wait, you know
who stole your coins?

Yeah.

But she's...

too powerful for me
to take on.

Okay, well, what if you
had backup, you know?

Enemy of my enemy
sort of thing.

Fine.

But this will require stealth.

Wakey-wakey.

The boys stay here.

Now that...
was influencing.

You really think
there's saint's chance in Hell

that your truce is gonna hold?

May I remind you that
one of them is ruddy Brutus!

Sorry, was that some weird
British-y way of saying,

"Thank you for saving my life,
Zari"?

Yeah, okay, all right.

I was in a bit of a pickle,
I admit it.

But, may I suggest that
we use the few minutes

that you bought us to
go and look for the ring?

Shh.

Sorry about this, hon.

Please, don't.

Don't be scared.

"The evil that men
do lives after them",

and all that.

So who's this being
we're going to see?

The woman who found
me terrified and alone

when John left me
o rot down here.

She took me in
and raised me,

taught me
how to make it in Hell.

Wow, and now
she's betrayed you.

She was the one person
I thought I could trust.

Everything I am, I owe to her.

You know, I don't know
if that's some sob story

or what, Astra, but I know how you feel.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I think it's a pretty specific story.

Yeah, well, I had a mentor once.

Guy's name was Rip.
I trusted him with my life

until I found out that he
fabricated all my memories

to make me good at my job.

That's awful.

So what did you do when you found out?

- Did you kill him?
- Ooh.

I wanted to so bad.

But... you know what? The
one thing I learned is,

the only way to keep going
is to take control of your life.

Stop letting everybody act like
they know what's best for you

and make your own choices,
you know?

What the?

So it was a sob story,
after all.

No, it was the truth.

Thanks for
the therapy session.

Don't have too much
fun without me, boys.

I'll be back
soon.

Show me
the treasure I seek.

Yeah, that compass must have
some sort of Hell powers.

He's using it
to track the ring.

Okay, then we need
to get the compass.

- All right, I'll grab it.
- Hey, I'm going with you.

All right, follow me.

Oh.

Whoo-ee!

Hey.

Well, that was bloody
convenient, wasn't it?

Yeah.

I tried to fight them, just like Rory.

You folded like a cheap
deck of cards, you bum.

Easy.

It's okay, Gary. I totally
got played by Astra.

On the bright side, there's
not much time left on the sigil.

We'll pop back to the
Waverider soon enough.

Um, about that.

I'm the one who cast the spell,

so I'll pop back to the Waverider,

along with anyone who's touching me

when the time runs out.

Sorry.

Didn't I mention that?

No!

Listen, you dweeb, I
gotta get out of here.

I got a thing.

What thing?

Lita has a soccer match.

She didn't invite me,

but I'm inviting myself.

- Sorry, Rory.
- And I refuse to die here

without getting to know
my daughter.

Do we understand each other?

- What position does she play?
- Gary.

Hold on, we were here just
a minute ago.

John, we're going in circles.

Yeah, it seems like
it's not just my magic

that's wonky in this place.

Okay, magic or no,
there's so many people looking

for this ring... it should've
turned up by now.

It's like...

It doesn't want to be found.

Hold on a minute,
you might be on to something.

"Sometimes you just have
to stop looking", right?

Why would we stop looking?

Because I'm beginning
to suspect that the spell

on the ring is of a particular breed.

So if you want to find the ring,

you can't find it.

You have got to hand it
to Enchantress.

She is a crafty one.

Okay, it's not just
gonna slip our minds,

so what do we do?

We drink.

I know what you did,
Lachesis.

Who's she?

Astra, my dear,

I'd like you to meet
my sister Atropos.

I have wanted you two
to meet for quite some time now.

Your sister?

We've worn many faces
in our long lives,

but we are family.

Anything you need to say to me

you can say in front of her.

I know you stole
my soul coins.

Of course I did. I had to.

Astra, they were becoming
a distraction.

You'd amassed all this power, for what?

Parties? Gambling?

You need to think in grander terms.

Much grander.

You see, Astra,

my sister and I are
two of the three Fates.

The Loom of Fate belongs to us.

It is our birthright.

Why didn't you tell me?

You weren't ready.

Oh, Astra, making soul coins

and using them to control
the denizens of Hell

was a cheap reflection
of my former glory.

Now that the Loom of
Fate is within reach,

I want you
to become one of us.

Become our third sister.

You'd have
the power of a God.

Astra, this is what
I have been preparing you for

ever since I took you
in as a young girl.

But what about my mom?

John had promised that
he'd use the Loom of Fate

to make it
so she never died.

Astra, you need
to move beyond

these petty human desires.

I am offering you the power
to design destiny.

You once sought
to rule over Hell,

now you can rule over
the whole cosmos.

Will you join us?

What do you say, girl?

Oh, trust me, Astra,
I know what's best for you.

Sister always knows best.

Of course I'll join you.

How could I ever turn
down so much power?

Good girl!

There's just, uh,
one thing.

John Constantine's coin.

He's mine to toy with.

Seems like a fair trade.

Mmm.

I took care of Brutus.

And I got our
pirate friend Caesar.

Any luck with the ring?

Damn thing might
as well be invisible.

Well, Bonnie,
guess we got no choice

but to make the rest of
our fellow guests disappear.

Mm-hmm.

Now,
what do we have here?

Another Hellian to kill?
Lucky us.

- I'm Jack the Ripper.
- Nice try.

- We already met Jack.
- That Jack's an imposter.

Worse, he's John Constantine.

That liar!

He must be here
to send us back to Hell.

Now, don't lose your temper,
Bonnie.

We'll teach that grifter
a lesson, okay?

Ahh.

Good old Mrs. Hughes.

Okay, I'm not thinking
about the ring.

I'm not thinking about the ring.

Yeah, that's not gonna work.

So you're just gonna accept
failure when we're this close?

I'm not giving up.

Oh, I don't see it as
giving up, so much as, uh,

accepting reality.

I know myself.

I'm a ripe old mix of,
uh, guilt and torment.

If the Loom of Fate offers
me even one glimmer of hope

of redemption
for all my past sins,

particularly Astra, then, uh,

I'll never not be
thinking about it.

You know, it's funny,
I'm usually an expert

at getting things
out of my head.

Boyfriend cheating on me
with my assistant/best friend?

No time to cry,
I have a fall fashion line to plan.

Overhearing my mother tell
a friend she's embarrassed

her daughter is so
shallow and self-absorbed?

Definitely can't process that.

I will
check my CatChat analytics.

But my baby brother
dying because

he was trying
to protect me?

There's nothing that can
get that out of my head.

I was wearing the totem
when he died.

If I hadn't been, then maybe he...

maybe he would've had
a chance.

Now, look, you can
take it from an expert.

Nothing good ever comes from
beating yourself up, love.

Don't try to make me
feel better.

John.

What if we don't find the ring?

What if I never get him back?

Yoo-hoo!

John friggin' Constantine!

We know who you are,
and there's someone here

you'll be just dying to meet.

They do say imitation is the
sincerest form of flattery.

This passage leads outside.

I'll distract them
while you escape.

- No, come with me.
- Go.

This is my house and I'm just
crazy enough to defend it.

Listen, you can get
Behrad back, Zari.

I truly believe that, but
unless you get out of here

right now, then neither
of you stand a chance.

Okay.

Ava, I'd just like to say,

you're the best boss
I've ever had.

Well, the only boss I've ever had.

I'm more apprentice
than employee with John,

and before the Bureau, well...

Ah, finally.
You've come to kill us.

About time.
I was getting bored.

Get out of here.

Astra, what made you
change your mind?

You're helping John
find the Loom for me.

Might as well let you.
Either he'll come through

or Lachesis is bound to.

Did you say Lachesis?
The Fate?

- Wait, how do you know who...
- It's a small underworld

after all.
Time's almost up.

Come with us!

- What?
- Astra, it is time

for you to take control, okay?
Don't wait for them.

You can help us find the Loom
and save your mother yourself.

Ten seconds left.

The choice is yours.

Wait, did she ever,
like, channel an animal

while you were, you know...

She did once.

But it was...

- Is that...
- Meet Astra.

- Why does she have the sword?
- There's no time to explain.

We got to move.

Where's the ring, John?

I don't know
where the ring is.

And even if I did,
I wouldn't tell you Muppets.

John. John, be reasonable.

We are going
to kill you regardless,

but it's up to you how
painful that death has to be.

You'd be surprised how long

you can stay alive without...

- certain organs.
- Ah.

You want your coat back,
don't you?

- Mmm.
- You can all go to Hell.

Hmm.

Stop!

Cleopatra?

Yes. I order you to stop.

You don't have that kind
of power here, honey.

Are you both serious?
She's with him.

Is that so?
Maybe this will make you talk.

I don't know where the ring is,
all right?

Funny, I believe you.

What a shame.

Oh, cheer up, darling.

- We can kill him now.
- Mm.

No.

Solvite.

Hey, you come back.

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Blimey.

What?

The bloody ring.

Must've been here
the whole time.

I guess I stopped thinking
about it.

Guys, we're here to save you!

But, uh, looks like you, uh,

- took care of it on your own.
- Thank God.

Please tell me that
you found the ring.

We did. Thanks to Zari.

- Fantastic.
- Good.

Wait a second,
are those Hell weapons?

Yeah.

We could use those,
especially...

Yeah, let's just get them
and get out of here.

Good morning.

Are those even
more guests?

Oh, um, no.

So sorry, ma'am,
we were just leaving.

And, uh, here's me thinking

you weren't allowed
to meddle anymore.

Could've been a touch
more direct.

I'm sure I don't know
what you mean.

Yeah, right.

See you around,
John Constantine.

So you got the totem to work?

Yeah, I did. It was amazing.

Terrifying, but amazing.

I sort of felt like
Behrad was there with me.

He'd be so proud of you.
I'm so proud of you.

Congratulations.

- John! You're safe!
- Yeah, all right, buddy.

Oh, okay, right,
slow down, all right?

I'm happy to see you too, mate.
Hey, how's Sara doing?

Oh, she's still unconscious.
Charlie's sitting with her now.

I'm gonna try to distract myself

by fixing the Prognosticator.

Technical skills are not Charlie
and I's strong suit.

- I know.
- Whoa, whoa, hold on a tick.

If that contraption is broke,
how the hell did you find us?

Uh, about that.

Hey, John.

I hear we have a Loom
to build.