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- Previously, on "Legends of Tomorrow..."

- Come with us. The choice is yours.

- What's next for you, love?

- I guess I'll give life above ground a fair shot.

- Aha.

Finally.

- I think this is the end of the line for me.

- Ah, get in here. - Aww.

- Whoo.

- Piss off, you bloody guv'nor!

Punks, can't handle their liquor.

- Is that the ocean? - No.

And you look like garbage.

- I feel like garbage.

Why don't you, huh?

Where the hell were you last night?

- I dropped Lita off at her mom's.

- Oh.

Well, aren't you just a good dad, huh?

Ow.

Hey.

How come nobody tucked me into bed, huh?

- You're asking me? - Yeah.

Where's Sara? - Don't know.

- Oh.

What do you-- Gideon, where's Sara?

- Sara Lance is not on board the Waverider.

- Sara's missing?

Everyone's missing.

Gideon, who is on board?

- Ava Sharpe, Mick Rory, and several punks.

- Uh, where could they be?

- Skyemont.

- Why do you say that? - It's on your hand.

Mick, you're a genius.

Maybe it's from Sara. Let's go.

Oh, God. Okay. No, no, no, no, no.

- London, 1977.

The tangled knot of grime, the stodgy monarchy.

This collision of punk rock and aristocracy

slamming into each other like two doomed worlds, this--

- This is a lot at 7:00 a.m., John.

I'm glad you're in a good mood though.

- Well, why shouldn't I be?

You see, my soul finally belongs to me.

Astra is redeemed,

and--

I get to wake up next to you, you lovely creature.

- Mm.

- How are you feeling?

- I think a no-strings-attached hookup every now and then

is good for the soul.

- Even if it's with a guy whose only coat

smells like booze and cigarettes.

- Ugh. Oh, hel-lo.

- Oh. Sorry, guys.

You, uh, missed the party.

- Wait, are you two--

- Yeah. - Uh-oh.

Okay, sorry. I'm not judging, I just--

it's none of my business. I'm fine.

It's an involuntary reaction.

- We should burn the room.

- Hey, at least we know

how to use protection, Pops.

Do either of you know where Sara is?

- Uh, we seem to have lost track of her.

- Oh. Someone did hand me this.

Is this anything?

- I call.

- Full house, fellas.

- That's three in a row.

She's a shady card sharp.

- Oh, no. Just lucky.

What about now?

- Still lucky and now also richer.

I just love toying with these poor mortals.

- Oh, yeah, well you are one of these poor mortals now, love.

Try remembering that the next time

you come across one with a gun, yeah?

- Astra, have you seen Sara?

- Uh, not recently. Maybe ask Behrad.

- Yeah, where is my brother?

- I can't believe how much we have in common.

It's like we're riding the same cosmic vibe, you know?

We just click.

It's like we were destined to connect in this moment.

- Hey, wrap it up Behrad.

- We gonna pick this up later.

Cheerio.

- Hey. Have you seen Sara?

- No. - Ugh!

- Maybe she's with Nate.

He was headed back to the club.

- Back? Why?

- We met Starman at the after-after.

Said he had to prep for his show there tonight.

- What the hell's a Starman?

- Major T?

Ziggy Stardust?

- Bowie!

He's talking about David Bowie.

- See, my girlfriend's from another time.

- Oh, like the future.

- No. Well...

technically, yes, but she's from the future

with a different timeline entirely.

Now she lives in a Totem.

And I'm forced to be at peace with it.

- What's her name?

- Zari.

Her name is Zari.

And I'm afraid I'm never gonna see her again.

Hi, Zari.

Hey, guys. This is David Bowie.

- Marvelous.

- Okay, Nate. We're looking for Sara.

Is she here with you?

- Last time I saw her was at the concert.

I figured she was with you.

- Did he just say "disappeared"?

Sara disappeared. Is he singing about Sara?

- Deh, deh, deh--do not interrupt David's process.

He's trying to cheer me up by singing a song about Zari.

1.0, not you. - Obviously.

Still weird.

- Guys, blonde hair.

Does that not remind you of Sara?

- Bowie! Cut that crap out!

- Hey, listen, mate.

Is that song you're singing

about Nate's sad love life?

- No, mate.

- Are you singing about Sara Lance?

- Is that her name?

Your friend who got sucked up

into a spaceship?

- W--sucked into a spaceship?

- Isn't it wild?

- So you saw this with your own

beautiful, asymmetrical eyes?

- I was filming that night on my Super 8.

See for yourself.

- Okay. Film is developed.

Let's see what Bowie saw.

- You lads are out of this world.

- David freaking Bowie?

You're a Smell fan? - They're something else.

- Hey, wait, wait, wait. I gotta--I gotta let you in

on a little secret, all right, David freaking Bowie?

'Cause tonight--tonight, I am going

to propose to my girlfriend!

Holy--

Wish me luck.

- Whoa.

She's a space girl.

- Ava-- - Okay.

Um, Sara's been abducted so,

uh, Sara's been abducted.

Uh...I'll be right back.

- So she's a mess.

- All right, so let's just give her some space.

In the meantime, what do we know about aliens?

- Literally nothing.

- They're green.

- Listen, you fools.

Sara's missing

because you guys were partying last night.

We have to find her. We're running out of time.

- Time to get organized.

- Ava, you're back. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh. Whoa.

- Here you go.

- Girl, are you okay? - What?

I'm fine. Why?

- Well, we just thought that--

- You know, with Sara being lost,

you may wanna sit this one out.

- Uh, she is not lost. She is pre-found.

There's a solution to every problem including this one.

- Wow, indexed. Thorough.

- You are all the best of the best.

If we handle this logically and rationally,

we will get Sara back, okay?

- Right, well, uh, this a waste of time.

I've got a better idea. - Oh?

- Yeah, ever since I rescued her from Purgatory,

Sara and I have a psychic connection.

It'll allow me to locate her,

and everything I need is at the mansion.

- Damn it, John. That's insubordinate.

But I won't try to stop you.

- You know, he's actually most effective

not left to his own devices.

I can just-- - Thank you, Z.

- We're gonna fix this. - Mm-hmm.

Astra, would you mind keeping them on mission please?

- Uh, I'm not really on the team, so...

- We're accepting outside help. Thank you.

- Okay. I think I need to just calm down

and do some "research."

- Really? Right now?

Dude, Sara needs us!

- I'm freaking out here, man.

- Aw, come on, B.

Ah, Mick. Perfect timing.

I need you to check on any leads you may have

in the underworld please.

- Not gonna work.

This whole thing's not gonna work.

Nothing works without Sara.

- Okay, so what? Are you just gonna drink?

That's real mature, Rory.

Real mature.

- Wow. You really got this team figured out.

- Mm-hmm. - So what do we do?

- Uh, we are gonna call the experts, the D.E.O.

- Good idea. Eesh-- - What?

- Is it gonna get weird between you and Alex Danvers

'cause she and Sara had a fling?

- It's--swing a dead cat. Sara never liked to be alone.

- Are you okay?

Whoa.

Who are you?

- I'm Spartacus, the Undefeatable.

- Oh. Yeah, that "undefeatable" part

didn't quite stick, but...

- Uh, wait.

Hey, get back here!

- Sorry. Did you find Sara?

- No.

Care to wet your whistle?

- I'm confused. What did you learn?

That Sara Lance is

far beyond my reach.

- You told Ava you could reach her.

- Yeah, well, I overpromised.

- You can't just give up on Sara.

There's got to be something you can do.

- Come on. Anything? - Look--

aliens took her, all right? To space.

This is really not my area of expertise.

Now if it was a ghost, or a demon,

or even a handle of whiskey,

I could help you out with that, but I'm sorry.

All right? I'm an astrologer.

And you need an astronomer.

- What an ass.

- Yeah, he does have that going for him.

- Look, he's right.

This is out of his league.

This is out of all our leagues.

- I disagree.

Astra, let's talk about your "network."

- My network?

I've been on Earth for, like, five minutes.

- Exactly.

- Gideon, why isn't the D.E.O. answering?

- The Department of Extranormal Operations

was destroyed in the infamous year 2020 by Rama Khan.

- Nate, this is a huge setback.

We needed the D.E.O. Aliens is their jurisdiction.

- Yeah.

- Captain Sharpe, I believe we are dealing

with a temporal anomaly.

According to the original timeline,

there was no alien spacecraft

over London in 1977.

- Meaning this is our jurisdiction.

- Huh? - We're the experts.

No.

We're--we're the experts?

- Damn right we are.

You, me, the Legends.

We're the only people who are capable

of handling time-traveling aliens.

- Nate, if I trusted the team,

I wouldn't have made an entire binder to get rid of them.

Okay? The D.E.O. was plan A.

Well, Ava, you are now in charge of the Legends.

So welcome to plan B.

Now breathe it in.

Breathe with me. - No.

- Come.

- Plan B smells like pot.

- I got something.

- You are a walking contact high.

- You're welcome. Gideon, put this up.

- That's a cute little kid.

- B, that's a tabloid.

- Yes, tabloids help me not think

about how we live on a technological terror

hurtling through a swirling green nightmare.

- Damn.

- So this girl, Esperanza Cruz,

says that she was abducted by aliens,

and from then on, she could communicate with them.

They implanted something in her head.

- B!

I'm s--this is a tabloid, okay?

From how--what, 20 years ago?

It's probably totally fabricated.

I need real leads. - She's real, man.

Gideon located her. - I mean...

little kid with alien tech in her head.

Not a bad lead.

- Okay, sure. Fine.

You know? Whatever. It's all we've got.

I mean, Rory's probably good and boozed up by now,

so why don't you take Micky

and go investigate this Esperanza--

what is her last name? - Uh, Cruz.

Are we really sure bringing Mick to talk to a kid

is, like, best practices? - No, n--

You're gonna go see her present day.

Some of us are still trying not to mess with the timeline.

- Right. The timeline.

Aye-aye.

- You're excused.

Ugh!

- What is it? - I was confined to one

of these glass prisons.

You were as well.

Which means there are also others inside.

- You just figured that out now?

- I did.

I also commanded an army

of 120,000 slaves, gladiators, and peasants

against the Roman republic.

- Yeah, I've heard. - Mm, excellent.

Then we'll liberate our fellow prisoners

and we'll lead a rebellion against our captors.

- Wait, no. We don't know who's in there.

- Rise, compatriot.

I am your savior. I am Spartacus!

- What, pray tell, are you?

A Saxon?

- Nope, that's definitely an alien.

Hey, a little help here!

- The thrill of the battle.

Reminds me of being back in the Colosseum.

- Yeah, you just stand there in the Colosseum too?

- I was letting it tire itself out.

If it had slain you, I would've been well-rested

and easily avenged your death.

- Being an avenger is stupid.

The goal is to prevent death. I am a Preventer.

You wanna join the Preventers, Sparty?

- Yeah--yes?

- Good choice.

Now stop opening pods.

We're gonna go find who's flying the ship,

and we're gonna prevent them from breathing.

- I'm telling you.

Sara ain't here. It's a waste of our time.

- We're gonna find Sara.

The fact that we found this person is a sign.

And when the universe shows you a sign,

you should believe it.

- Is that right?

The universe exists for one reason.

To kill you.

Hello. Miss Cruz?

Ma'am?

Hm. Must not be home.

- Let's not tell Miss Cruz we broke in.

- When they split up, we'll take them out one by one.

- Nonsense.

We have the element of surprise.

We attack both savages now,

and we slay them in one fell swoop.

- We have no idea what they're capable of.

Look, I was an assassin.

Rule number one: isolate your targets.

- Do not fight from the shadows.

I commanded an undefeated army of 120,000 warriors.

- Well, I assure you they are all dead now.

- Then I must avenge them.

- No, no avenging. No avenging.

It's preventing!

- Prepare to die, savages!

- I am very, very sorry, David, you're under pressure.

Look, maybe I can help you.

Ooh, whoa, whoa.

Why would you do that? - Astra has a lead.

- Okay.

All right. She has a lead.

- Go ahead.

- So I heard about this guy who was once in hell.

Raved about aliens.

His name was Aleister Crowley.

Aleister bloody Crowley.

Come off it. Crowley's a kook.

- That is the conventional wisdom.

But he had this tome of secrets

called the "Book of the Law."

- In it, Crowley detailed

these alien encounters

and spells that these aliens taught him.

But he disappeared from hell.

Maybe he used these alien spells to escape.

- Yeah. Crowley didn't escape.

All right?

I summoned him, and then I trapped him on Earth.

- You trapped--sorry-- isn't that a felony?

- No.

But like most things I do, it probably should be.

So, what'd you do with the book, John?

- All right, okay.

Being as we don't have any other ideas,

I kept it safe right over...

Gary!

What'd I tell you about nicking my things, eh?

- Why did you kidnap me?

- Gary!

Gary!

Bloody hell Gary would be reading Crowley,

I have no idea. There it is.

- Find it?

- What the hell is that?

- Ew.

- You better help me understand you,

or this is gonna end quick.

- Hey! Hands where I can see them.

Gary?

- Please don't be mad.

- If she could talk to aliens,

why would she live in a redneck dump like this?

- Maybe you're right. But isn't it worth making sure?

Besides, Ava really needs a win.

- I don't need a win. We all need a win.

This isn't about me. Oh, my God.

Don't give me that look. - What look?

- You know exactly what look.

- "You'll feel better not bottling up

your emotions" look? - I'm not bottling them up.

I just don't wanna talk about them.

- Okay.

I'm just gonna say one thing. - Nate.

- You have not mentioned Sara's proposal once.

- I am setting aside my feelings

to focus on the goal of getting Sara back.

Okay? You should too.

- I wonder what's in there.

- Let me guess.

More dumb redneck stuff.

Guess she's not such a dumb redneck after all.

- Guess not.

- Behrad, Mick, answer me.

Great. Two more abductions.

This is why we don't talk

about emotions during the mission.

- Okay, Gideon's scanning for heat signatures.

It's--it's gonna be okay.

- Okay? - Yeah.

- Three Legends are missing.

Things are pretty far from okay.

- Yeah, well they just got further, love.

We found something in Gary's room.

- A human-sized chrysalis.

- Guys, we don't understand.

- Gary is an alien.

- An alien? Oh, my--

Okay. I don't buy it.

- Well, we also found these.

- Gary's glasses?

- Oh, allow me to demonstrate.

And brace yourselves.

- No.

Gary abducted Sara.

- I was sent to Earth to kidnap the quintessential human.

- Spartacus?

- Oh, no, no, no. You!

Spartacus was just my boss's lunch.

But don't worry. I don't eat humans.

Anymore.

- Terrific.

- The point is, I couldn't go through with your abduction

because I fell in love with you,

with Ava, with all humans.

- Yeah, well that's funny because I still feel

very abducted, Gary.

- Well, my boss, Kayla, found us.

But I remained loyal. That's why I saved you.

- You saved me? - Yeah!

I rigged the pod to open with your handprint.

- Okay--Gary, where are we going?

- No clue. Kayla doesn't trust me anymore.

I don't blame her.

- Yeah, well, you and I are also not okay.

Do you have any idea how wrecked

Ava must feel right now?

I mean, yeah, I'm sure she's pretending to keep it together

for everyone else's sake, but inside,

she must be dying. - Stop, stop!

It's torture to even think about what Ava's going through.

Do me in. I deserve it.

I've destroyed the very thing I most stan.

- Knock it off. You're gonna help me get home.

Now tell me everything that you know about this ship.

Well...

when you first met, you butt heads.

But any fool could tell you two were meant for each other.

- This spaceship, Gary.

- Oh.

What the--what the--hey!

- Ava?

Nate? - Behrad, are you guys okay?

- Yeah, it is very far from chill in here.

- 2100 hours.

Trespassers have regained consciousness.

They were armed with some fancy weapons.

Not sure why.

Only one way to find out.

- I told you the universe was trying to kill us.

- What was that, old timer?

- I wasn't talking to you, Miss Crazy.

- I don't like being called that.

- He didn't mean that, Miss Cruz.

- Spooner.

I go by Spooner now.

- Okay, Spooner, ma'am.

This is all just a misunderstanding.

The alien communicator in your head,

we need you to use it to find our friend.

- So y'all's plan was not only to break onto my property,

but to kidnap me?

- We were gonna ask. In fact, we still are.

- What? - Shh.

Will you come with us?

- Come with you?

Oh, but you ain't going.

- Please hurry.

She's getting real friendly

with her knife.

- Who you talking to?

- Uh, he's a schizophrenic.

He talks to himself. - It's true.

It's a nervous tick actually.

Uh--could--could--hey.

Wait. Hey, hey, hey--hey.

Wait, wait. Hey, hey!

No!

- Behrad? What's happening?

- Uh, the universe ripped his comms out.

- Captain Sharpe, I've pinpointed their location.

- Oh, thank God.

I'm not losing any more Legends today.

Gideon, take the ship to that location.

- A ship?

- Nate, you're with me.

Wait, hang on. Why is my voice echoing?

- She hacked my comms.

She can hear everything you're saying.

- That thing against the Waverider?

- Whoa!

- Touché, Spooner.

- Please stop shooting my ship.

- Don't come any closer.

I ain't gon' let y'all abduct me again.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on, hold on.

That's what you think this is? You think we're aliens?

- The hell else could you be? - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We're time travelers. - Time travelers?

- Yes! That's our time ship.

Which is also a spaceship, but that's beside the point.

Look, I'm sorry that we trespassed, okay?

It was wrong.

But--

We're desperate.

Listen.

The woman I love was abducted by aliens last night.

And I just found that she's gonna propose to me.

I will do anything

if you can find her.

Will you please help me?

- Exactly what an alien would say.

- Just--

- Now can I burn this place down?

- Can we go over the plan one more time?

Because it still feels slightly suicidal.

- Well, we don't have enough fuel

to turn around and go home, right?

- Uh-huh. - So we commandeer the ship.

- From Kayla, my vicious, violent,

and very vindictive boss.

- Then we open a wormhole back to Earth's temporal zone.

- An unstable rip in spacetime itself.

- And then we fly the ship through it.

- On whatever fumes remain

after we burn everything

opening the wormhole.

- Well then, we better get moving.

First things, you gotta go get rid of your boss.

- Right. Okay.

Here goes nothing.

- Gary, your glasses.

- Whoops.

All right. Guess we'll do it this way.

- Okay. Wormhole time.

- Morning, sunshine.

- Tables may have turned,

but I ain't going down without a fight.

- Whoa. We're not gonna hurt you.

- Look.

- Where the hell am I?

- Like Ava said before, we're time travelers.

This is our time ship. - Admit it.

You're only being nice so I'll help you find your friend.

- 100%. Yes.

- Even if I wanted to help y'all, I can't.

- Why not?

- This thing in my head is like an antenna.

If I send a signal to your friend,

the aliens who put it there could find me.

- Look, we have the technology

to remove whatever's in your head

if--if you help us find Sara.

- How is my signal gonna locate her?

- It doesn't have to.

Our friend will direct it to the aliens that she's with.

Oh! If you think we're weird,

wait till you meet John.

- So I send out my signal and connect to this alien guy.

- His name is Gary.

- He's an alien named Gary? - Gary Green.

- Ah, Green. Yeah, now it makes sense.

- Once you make the connection, I'll step into that Sigil

then Astral Project myself

to Gary's location.

And then I'll look for Sara. - Right.

And how do I connect

to this Gary alien who I've never met?

- You'll drink a potion of sorts.

- One delish smoothie coming at you.

Good luck. - Crowley's spell requires you

to ingest something of Gary's.

The chrysalis is all we've got.

- Seriously? - No, she's not gonna--

- The sooner this is over,

the sooner this thing's out of my head.

But I hope it works.

Salud.

- Oh, God. - Oh.

- Oh. - Oh.

- She did it.

- Eh. Kinda tangy.

All right, um, ready?

Yeah, after my abduction, I started wearing tinfoil hats.

It blocked any alien signals I could pick up.

- Huh. Nifty. Right.

On with the show.

- I can feel him.

I found the alien.

A lot dweebier than I thought.

- Bloody Crowley was right. - I can sense him.

He's worried and wants to come down to Earth.

It looks like he's trying to help Sara.

- Oh, I just need to step into the Sigil

and find her.

- John, are you okay?

Spooner's connection is unstable.

I'm giving it everything just to maintain it.

- I'll do it. - No, whoa, whoa.

Are you crazy? You'll kill yourself.

Look what's happening to John.

- It's plan B, Nate. Embrace it.

- Sara?

- Ava.

Wait, how...

How are you...

Are you here?

- Hey, hey, hey. Stay with me.

Look at me.

Yes.

- Yes, what?

- When you get home, I'll marry you.

So you better get home, okay?

I love you.

- He's killing himself.

We have to stop him.

- John. Look at me.

- Round two.

- Wormhole's open, Sara!

- Whoa!

- No, no!

Once again, I wake to Zari Tarazi.

- Oh, you're up?

- I almost died.

But you saved me.

- Yeah, well I couldn't let you die

right after getting your soul back, so...

- Gidget said you might be dehydrated,

so I made you a green smoothie to help you recover.

Sans alien cocoon.

- Oh, cheers.

Mmm.

Yep.

It's very tasty.

- Hey, uh, let me know when you have your strength back.

It's a fling.

- Uh-huh.

You know I can tell when someone's bluffing, right?

It looks like Crowley wasn't.

- Yeah, well, even if alien magic is real,

Crowley is a slippery fish.

He's not to be trusted.

- Hm. Whatever you say, roomie.

- Hey, that was a short residence on the Waverider, eh?

- Yeah, I can't keep getting roped into Legends missions.

Let's just say I'm not as enamored

of the timeline as everyone else.

It's like you said,

I'm mortal now.

I wanna see what it's like to be...normal.

Maybe I can love this world like the rest of you do.

- You've come a long way, you little Hellspawn.

- And come on, John.

Just a fling?

She's got you on a juice cleanse.

- Sure you won't stick around?

You've got a pretty chill vibe

beneath your gun-toting outcast vibe.

- Look, we contacted your friend,

and I'm sorry she's not back yet.

But I want this thing removed

so I can finally live a normal life.

- I get that.

You wanna keep it zen in the brain stem.

Dr. Gideon will fix you up.

What do you see, Gideon?

- Nothing out of the ordinary.

- Really? Can you look closer?

- If I removed and thoroughly dissected her brain,

we might something the scan did not detect.

May I proceed?

- What's going on out there?

- No. Don't kill her, Gideon.

- Yeah, I can hear it.

- I wasn't gonna let her--

- You can't hear it, can you?

They're all around us.

- I've never seen anything like this

in a temporal zone.

- Aliens. Lots of 'em.

- They're falling into the timeline.

- Why are you smiling?

We gotta clean this mess up.

- I know.

It's just that the only person

who could create this much mayhem is Sara

which means she's alive.

- Well, if the universe shows you a sign,

you should believe it.

- Mm!

- Engaged?

I'm so happy I could cry. - Gary, if we don't get

through that wormhole, we are stuck here.

- I'm going as fast as I can. [straining] I'm sorry.

I'm not as good a pilot as my fiancé.

- Wait, you and that other alien are engaged?

- Her name's Kayla, but yeah. I assume the wedding's off now.

Did I not mention that? - We can talk about this later.

Right now, just get us through that wormhole.

- Yeah.

- We're gonna make it.

- We're not gonna make it. - We're gonna make it.

We didn't make it.

- Greg, move your head!