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Come on, Cap.
Can't we just bowl one more?

- No! - No
- Sorry.

We'll have a rematch
at our next date night.

I don't know
about all of y'all,

but I'm done
with space.

Get these shoes
on solid ground.

Agreed,
but not in those shoes.

We need to talk
about your footwear.

Try to put a heel on me,

and I'll show you where to stick it.
Oh, I'm with Ms. Cruz

on this one.
I think it's about time

that we all return

to where we belong,
don't you think?

- All right.
- Okay, message received.

You are correct.
It is time for us to swap back.

- It's not forever.
- I know.

- We got this.
- Yeah.

Okay, Fancy Z,
time to come out.

Oh, B and... oh.

John, I missed your face
so much.

I missed you so much.

Wait,
are we in actual space?

Yep.

- Do I want to know why?
- Desperate times.

The world was at stake,
all that malarkey.

Let me explain it to you
over a nice cup of chai,

maybe a foot massage,
yeah?

Talk later, Z.
Boos before bros.

Unless your other bro's a...

- Time Bro.
- Time Bro.

Hey, babe?
Something's wrong.

I can't set jump coordinates.
Can you...

I'm afraid
my jump drive was damaged

when Mr. Constantine magicked
us across the universe.

Well, I guess we're gonna
have to take the long way.

Calculating
the most efficient route.

Taking into consideration
the Waverider's fuel

and energy reserves,
we should arrive safely

in 3 weeks, 2 days,
and 21 hours.

Stuck on the ship
for three weeks?

I'll be in my room.

When we land on Earth,
wake me up.

These damn eggs
are making my head itchy.

I'll bring you
some cocoa butter for that.

And I have a great way
to pass the time.

It's this super fun
role-playing game.

-It's called "Beast/
-Slayers."

A Gothic
mystery adventure awaits?

Well, we have a wedding
we have to plan.

Yeah, we have so much
to plan.

- We just... we... we're very busy.
- We have to plan.

We have to plan
a lot of things.

Okay, I'll just set it up

in case you guys
change your mind.

*DC's LEGENDS OF TOMORROW*
Season 06 Episode 12

Aired on:
August 15, 2021.

Episode Title:
"Bored On Board Onboard"

Okay!

I have everything
organized by category.

Mm, wow, yep,
this is thorough.

We've got group A, those
who need to come, obviously;

group B, those who we would
love to come,

but if they can't, it's okay;

and... come on...
Group C, the people

that we should definitely
send an invitation to

and... pray that
they RSVP no.

What about group D?

Yeah, well,
those are the people

who it might be better
that they don't know

we're getting married
until it's too late.

Why is Barry Allen
on this list?

- I love Barry.
- I know you do, babe.

But you know that if Barry
and Iris show up,

there is a 100% chance
that... our special day will be

blown up by a supervillain,
so group D.

Okay, D.

Hold on a second.

Gideon, why is our trip
getting longer?

I've recalculated
the duration based on

our current level
of power consumption.

Power consumption?

- You will not survive this.
- Oh, I'm gonna survive.

- Deadly combo coming at you.
- No, no.

- Ha!
- Wait, wait, no.

I'm not out.
I'm not out. I'm not... no.

- Hey!
- Sorry, kiddos.

We gotta conserve power,
or we're never gonna get home.

- So no screen time?
- Afraid so.

I got you, Captain.
No power, no problem.

All right, who's next?

Gideon, I would like
a prime rib, medium rare,

with shoestring fries
and b�arnaise and...

Ah-ah-ah!
Gideon, scrap that order.

Sorry, we can't use
the food fabricator anymore.

How are we supposed
to feed ourselves?

I don't know.
Oh, look!

Food.

Cook it the old-fashioned way,
yummy.

How's that robe
fit you, love?

Actually,
it's a little bit big.

All right.

Oh, wow,
it's... perfect now.

You all right, man?

Aces all around, squire,
aces all around.

I feel magnificent.
How do you feel, good?

Oh.

- Mm.
- Oh, wow, yeah.

Oh, hello, brother.

John is taking me
on a spa date.

- Ah, on the ship?
- Oh, ye little of faith.

You see, I finally got
my magic back and no occasion

to use it save for doting
on that delightful deity.

Relaxation awaits.

Deep breaths
as you fire up that back leg.

Oh, steel is not flexible.

Inhale, extend.

Exhale, goddess pose.

Oh, I missed this.

I'll take the positivity
into my energy sphere

with gratitude.

Room for an English one?

We're kinda in the middle
of a...

Of course, prepare yourself
for total relaxation.

Yeah.

Atmosphere could do
with a bit of upgrade, though,

couldn't it?

Chanting in Gaelic...

Wow, now, that
is how you set the mood.

Oof, what, did you raise it
20 degrees in here?

I'm beginning to schvitz.

Guess we're doing hot yoga.

But in the interest
of preserving the sanctity

of this practice,
I ask that you keep your pants on.

Well, in the interest
of achieving a higher state

of consciousness,
I must bare myself to the elements.

Come on, B.
You know how he is.

Sure, but I'd rather not know
all of him right now, okay?

I thought that you
of all people would,

you know, go with the flow.

The flow was my flow
till you came and hijacked it.

Hijacked it?
Improved it, don't you mean?

Do you know what?
This is bollocks.

Know what?
I'm gonna go practice

somewhere more welcoming.
Cheers.

Behrad...

Don't mom-voice me, Zari.

Guys, guys,
just take a breath.

You're right.
This is safe space.

John, you can stay.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, the mood's all wrong
now, mate.

John.

Well, if that is the issue,

then why did you put your
fake actor parents in group A?

Whoa, whoa,
I have very fond memories

of them that feel real, and I...

Well, Black Siren is
my sister Laurel from another...

I felt like a spare prick
in a dartboard, all right?

I know when I'm not wanted,

and I'm not gonna
outstay my welcome.

John, don't be so dramatic.
Go back there and make amends.

- He didn't mean what he said.
- Oh, hold on.

- What is the drama?
- Tensions are very high.

People are feeling
very prickly.

How is this
already happening?

- It's day three.
- It is very stressful

being cooped up on a timeship.

Worse, it's bloody boring.

Yeah, and without technology
to distract us,

it's only gonna get worse
before it gets better.

We need an activity,

something
to bring us together,

like... a mission
but, not a mission,

like a game.

Welcome to the world
of "Beast/Slayers."

In this Gothic adventure,
you'll enter a mansion

for a dinner party,

only to be hunted
by a horrendous beast.

Oh, I see
what's happening here.

It's like "Mafia."

One of us
is secretly the beast,

and it's up to the rest
of us to figure it out

before it's too late...
go ahead.

After each kill,
you will deliberate

on who to accuse of being
the horrendous monster.

- You.
- Accuse correctly,

the beast dies
and the humans win.

And if we accuse incorrectly?

Well, then
the game continues,

and it's the beast's turn
to strike!

I'll be
the all-knowing narrator

who will usher the game along.

Meanwhile,
you will each need

to select a character
and a card.

Ooh, can I go first?

Hmm, eccentric detective.

- Hmm, black widow.
- Ooh.

- Starving artist.
- Wealthy foreigner.

Reluctant soothsayer.
Typecast much?

Big game hunter,
I'll take it.

Prima donna, obviously.

Consumptive doctor,
original.

All right, now, keep each
of these cards secret.

They either say human,
or they say beast.

Know who
and what you are...

as we begin.

It's a dark and stormy night

as a group of strangers
are summoned to the home

of a rich and powerful lord.

All right, enough of this.

All right,
so everybody wants

to go on an adventure,
all right?

Well, let's go on a real
adventure, shall we?

Chanting in Gaelic...

Now, that's more like it.

Game on.
Let's hunt this beast.

What?

You have got to teach me
the spell, John.

Yeah, well,
it takes the bored

out of board game,
doesn't it?

This is
so incredibly realistic,

and I cannot wait
to win... this entire game.

Well,
I for one did not consent

to being magicked into a game.

Oh, come on.

Would you really rather play
with Gary making sound effects?

Okay, I gotta admit, John,
this is pretty impressive.

But why does it look
like your house?

Well, the spell is linked
to the rules of the game,

but the rest of the gaps are
filled in by my imagination.

It's easy to make a place
I know so well.

Now, once we win
and the game ends, poof,

we'll all be back in the ship,
right as rain.

Hello?

Guys?

You all right in there?

All right, Gary.

They're counting on you
to narrate.

Okay, everyone.

Dinner is served!

Oof.

- So, Detective...
- Hmm?

How do we figure out
who this beast is?

It's all about
the first kill.

Once the beast strikes,
there'll be a clear line

from who's chosen
to who's guilty.

I've already mapped out
who it could be

based on who dies first.

- Hey, John,
- Hm.

This chicken smells
delicious.

But seriously, babe,
do you think

he'd cater the wedding?

- There's no wedding talk.
- Why?

And I do not know

what you are talking about,
Detective,

because I am just
a heartbroken, sad widow.

You know I don't drink.

Yeah,
but this isn't real, mate.

This may be your one
and only opportunity

to try a truly exquisite
Bordeaux,

- know what I mean?
- I'll have some.

No, she won't.

Yes, she will.
It's not real.

Don't be jealous, Gar.

You're a vital part
of this adventure.

Gideon,
what's that?

I'm receiving
a distress beacon

from an approaching vessel.

Who the hell
is making that racket?

Trying to concentrate
on my puzzles.

We're being hailed by someone
who's lost out in space.

Oh, my God,
your hair.

Grew overnight.

Well, don't tuck it in.
It's beautiful.

It's a sign you're
in your fourth quadmester.

It means
the babies are healthy.

I recognize that ship.

Bishop the Psycho
might be on board

or those damn lizard people.

Gideon, blast.

I'm under captain's orders
not to use any systems

not vital for our transport
to Earth.

- Where are the captains?
- They're in my game.

Well, if the captains
are not here, makes me captain.

Well, I don't think
that's how that works.

The ship is maneuvering
into docking position

on our starboard side.

Damn it,
we missed our shot.

Docking complete.

I urge you
to reserve judgment

until we know exactly
who's behind that door.

Shut up.

Whatever comes through
that door, I'm killing.

Kayla!

Hey, dummies, you miss me?

Ooh!

- All right, what is happening?
- Ooh, it's time.

The beast will choose
its first victim.

Ooh!

- Oh!
- No.

Dead.

What?

The dead have no voice.
How poetic.

- Well, that was pretty tame.
- Oh, well, Behrad?

See?
It's all pretend.

I'm sorry, babe,
but you're out.

You gotta go.
I know

I will miss you. Adieu.

- So we lost the detective.
- Hm.

She was the only one
who could have figured

this whole thing out,

and now, well, she's gone.

All right, y'all,
the beast had their fun.

Now it's our turn.

All right,
take it easy, Spooner.

In games like these,
it's up to the group

to deliberate
on who we think the beast is.

And then it's up to all of us
to vote on someone to accuse.

- Well, I accuse you.
- No.

I think
that you were so impressed

with Ava's methodology
that you wanted

to eliminate the competition
right from the start.

Or it's you,
and you're quick

to accuse others
to deflect any suspicion.

Just pick me.

I'll gladly go hang
with Ava and be exempt

from decisions like these.

No, no, no.
I agree with Sara.

I think it's Nate.

- Thank you.
- What?

Guys, besides Gary, who has
been very quiet, by the way,

I'm the only one who has any idea
how to play this game.

Not exactly, mate.
We'll be fine without you.

- Don't you worry.
- So do we vote on Nate?

- All in favor.
- Mm-hmm.

I abstain.

- Doesn't matter.
- Don't need him.

You have been accused.

Ahh!

- He's dead.
- Oh, no, no.

Trust me, he is fine,
all right?

- Nate is fine.
- Dude, he literally

just got stabbed in the back.

He's not fine.

- Ooh.
- Oh! Oh, that is awful.

Is that supposed to happen?
That's really graphic.

It's fine.

John, what has changed?

Why is Nate's death
so different from Ava's?

Well, why are you asking me,
right?

If you got
a problem with the game,

you go talk
to that git Gary.

He's the one who picked it.
I just made it

into a proper experience.

John.

John.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

No, he's becoming
his character,

consumptive doctor.

What if the longer
the game goes on,

the more realistic it becomes?

And is anyone else starting
to feel more like their character?

I feel like shooting
something, but that's normal.

Yeah, I wouldn't be able
to tell either.

Prima donna.

I do feel extra dramatic
and quite squeamish.

What about you, are
you hungry, starving artist?

Turns out seeing my
best friend's dead body

is an appetite killer,
so... I'm gonna be sick.

All right, well,
I am definitely feeling

the loss of my beloved Ava.

If we all are becoming
more like our characters

and Ava was the first one
to die, then...

Ava!

No, no, no.

Ava, Ava.

Ava, oh, no, no, no,
this is wrong.

This is... damn it, John.

This has gone too far.
I'm putting an end to this.

Look, I'm the...

Was Sara about to confess?

Nah, she was
gonna take out her card.

- That's it.
- Everyone show your card.

- Blank.
- Blank!

- Blank.
- Blank.

Blank.

Is hers blank as well?

No, it's worse.

Don't think
that putting a Band-Aid

on my wound makes us even.

I'm just trying to help.

Oh, now you care
about my well-being.

- I'll be fine.
- You don't look fine.

I mean, you always look fine.

We have a machine
that can fix that.

I'm just here for my ship.

Well, your ship's not here.

Then where is it?

I reverse tracked
my pod detector,

and it led me here.

That tech should have been
on my ship.

But I guess you guys are
thieves as well as deserters.

So what did you do
with the rest of my ship, huh?

It's on Earth,
and funny enough,

we're traveling there now.

We can give you a lift.

But in the meantime,
let us patch that up, hmm?

What happened
to her tentacle?

Zaguron stung her.

She had to amputate to prevent
the poison from spreading.

- Poor Lefty.
- Lefty?

- The tentacle has a name?
- Sure, it does.

Our tentacles
are regenerative,

so they're part of us,

but they're also
their own creatures,

kind of like starfish arms
or earthworms.

She wants to know
what you're doing.

Starting up the meat printer.

She'll have a new Lefty
in no time.

Oh, that's the time
to destination.

Because we printed you
a new tentacle.

The jump drive is broken!

Why do you think
we're traveling

the old-fashioned way?

- All fixed.
- Time to go back to your ship.

Or you could show me
where your mainframe is,

and I'll fix your jump drive.

And then we can all
get what we want

a hell of a lot quicker, deal?

Deal.

How did you
get off the planet?

I thought you were dead.

- If I...
- If what?

You thought I was alive?

You didn't stick around
long enough to find out.

In fact, you bolted the second
you got onto my ship.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm sorry.

Oh, wow, an apology.

That sounded like
that took some effort.

You know
what else took some effort?

Battling my way through
a Zaguron-infested planet.

You know Zagurons
are carrion creatures?

They will swarm a dying planet

and pick it to pieces
like that.

They were relentless,
but I was stronger.

With some time,
I finally got Bishop's habitat

airborne again.

Never imagined
I'd run into you bozos.

Soon as I get my ship back,
I'll be a dozen galaxies away

from here and forget
that any of you ever existed.

Kayla, there's something
I have to...

Hey, hey, Mick.

Can I please get your hand
over here with something?

What?

Don't tell Kayla
you're pregnant.

If she finds out, she may
perform the Necrian love grip.

What?

Males in my species
are subservient.

Mm, of course they are.

If she finds
that you're an unfit parent

or she doesn't like you,
she could knock you out

and eat your eggy brains.

Please keep an eye on her,

and... remember,

do not trust her.

All right, hunt's on.

- One of you did this.
- What are you gonna do,

shoot us all till one
of us is the beast?

How do you even know
if one of us is the beast?

- What if it was Sara?
- Then what killed her?

And if Sara was the beast,
this game should be over.

What step are we even
on anymore?

That's a Gary question, love.

The rules are all
bloody rubbish to me.

Maybe you should have
learned them

before trapping us
in this nightmare.

You think
I'm enjoying this, squire?

You know, if the beast doesn't
off me, the bloody TB will.

But you know what?
I'm the one that's gonna

get us all out of here,
all right?

So sit back.

Yes.

Deadly nightshade, in you go.

Pulverized whalebone.

And just a little boost
to make it all sing.

Bottoms up.

Whoa!

- John, are you okay?
- Yeah.

I'm fine.

I guess the game won't allow us
to take a shortcut, so...

we just have
to play and win.

And if we lose?

What do you mean
if we lose?

Well, there are two outcomes
to this game.

In one, the humans win
by killing the beast.

In the other,
the beast kills all the humans

and the game keeps going.

Characters get re-dealt,

and the game goes on
and on and on.

You mean we could
be trapped in here forever.

Time to play offense.

If we're all becoming
our characters,

then maybe I can use
my powers as a soothsayer

to figure out who the beast is.

Everyone, circle up.

With my power as the oracle,
I demand to know.

Beast, where are you?

Speak through me.

- I am here.
- I am one of you.

I will win.

Your blood will
smear the walls.

Your screams will fill the air.

Forever here, forever mine,
forever.

Oh, to hell with this.

I'm finding another way
out of this dumpster fire.

And if any of y'all
come after me,

I'll blow your head off.

- Except you. I trust you.
- Likewise.

Let's go.

- Wait!
- Where you going?

Splitting up is a cardinal sin
to survival and creativity!

Let's try this door.

Okay, so we're passing
the conservatory now.

- Into the dining room.
- This is exhausting.

All these doors circle back
into the house.

What?

I'm worried
about Astra and Spooner.

- Yeah.
- I'm gonna bring them

- back here.
- Okay.

- Keep an eye on John.
- Yeah, that's what I'm doing.

I mean keep an eye on him
in a defensive way. Here.

- You can't be serious.
- I'm a starving artist.

- I'm nothing but serious.
- He can barely walk.

I'm more of a danger to him
than he is to me right now.

Just take it.

- Hey, hey, hey, it's okay.
- It's gonna be okay.

I'm sorry I got you
into this, love.

Hey, you didn't know
this was gonna happen.

I'm gonna get you
some water, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Behrad, is that you?

A kitchen, that's new.

Yes, we can
try the back door.

Come on, come on!

- You gotta be kidding me.
- No, no, no, no, no!

This cannot be happening!

Aw, screw this.

What happened?

Don't go in there...
Spooner and Astra.

No.

Oh!

Where's John?

Spooner and Astra are dead.
I know it was you.

Oh, nice tactic, sunshine.

But I lost track of you
just before the attack.

So did Zari, didn't you, love?

I actually
saw Behrad find them.

Oh, you saw him find them,
or you saw him

after he found them,
maybe after he killed them?

All of this is your fault!

Oh, there you go again,
blaming the bloody magic.

I'm not blaming
the bloody magic, John.

I'm blaming you for abusing it.

You just had to go and show off
your fancy new Fountain powers.

Jealous, are we?

Well, add that
to your petulant brattiness.

d Ahh

Stop acting like children.

I think he's the beast.

I've been coughing
my bloody lungs up

for the last two hours.

How can you still think
that I'm the one

- that killed our friends?
- I'm not saying how you did it.

- I'm saying I know you did it.
- Okay, so let's vote.

- I vote that it's you.
- And I vote it's you.

Don't make me choose
between you.

All right, do you know what?
I will do you both a favor.

I'm gonna go and lock myself
in the attic because,

clearly, I am some unhinged,
egotistical bloody maniac!

John, just...

Thanks.

Gideon, what's with
all the energy usage?

The device that Mr. Rory
refers to as the meat printer

is drawing a considerable
amount of power.

Lefty, no.

What are you printing?

Lefty.
Calm down, Lefty.

Don't... oh!

Gideon,
is the ship ready to jump?

The jump drive is
fully operational, Mr. Rory.

But there is trouble.

Mr. Green is under attack
in the med bay.

- Attack?
- By who?

Gotcha.

What are you doing?
Why are you doing this?

Because you left me.
And he got me out.

I owe him.

Him?

I'm pregnant!

Not the love grip!

I don't want to die in here.

Maman and Baba will never know
the truth about me, about us.

If we get out of here,
I'm coming clean with them.

Oh, please.

Like you'd ever risk
damaging Maman's view of her...

Oh, maybe I should tell her

how your magician boyfriend
got you to drink wine.

You would not.

You're right, I wouldn't.

But how can you not see
what John's doing here?

He told us himself,
he filled in the gaps

of this illusion
with his own imagination.

I mean, this is some new level
of a bad trip.

What is your problem
with him?

My problem is
that he's being a jerk

and you're not seeing it.

Ever since he came back
from the Fountain,

he's been acting like
an asshat jock on steroids.

Oh, working out your issues
from high school much?

If by that, you mean worrying
about your choice in men,

then yeah, I am.

We need to call him out.
He's the beast.

If we vote to accuse him,
we can end this.

- I can't.
- Why not?

I love him.

I've never heard you say
that about anybody before.

Well, I've never... felt it.

I can be myself with him,

you know, no games,
no pretense.

He makes me happy.

Have you told him
how you feel?

No, no, that feels...
very scary

to be vulnerable
to another person like that.

I mean, can it even last,
you know?

You know how John is.

Yeah, but...
you gotta take that leap.

- Okay, now you like him again?
- I never disliked him.

I love the guy, but something
is definitely off about him.

- You can end the game.
- You know how.

You just can't do it.
You won't do it.

I've tried ending it.

By shooting back
some magic potion number nine?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

With every sip, you make
this prison and me stronger.

You're not in control
of the magic, John.

It's in control of you.

Yeah, just do me a favor,
right, and you kill me

or piss off because
I am done playing games.

No, you're not.

You love this world.

You love the power.

You love me.

Like hell I do.

Oh, don't look
so surprised, John.

I've always been here.

You just never looked me
in the eye before.

You never wanted
to confront the part of you

that sabotaged
all your relationships,

doomed your lovers.

The game made that possible.

It made me possible,

gave me a playground
to sow destruction

before your very eyes.

Here I am,

fueled by your new addiction

and loving every moment of it.

It's all tricks and lies.
I'll kill you, you bastard.

John.

Look at me, John.

Or more like, look at yourself.

This is who you really are.

Sara's the beast.

No, there was an actual beast
who was none of us somehow.

Bloody Gary, innit,
you can't give him

a lick of responsibility

without him
buggering it all up.

Okay, well,
let's play again.

- No!
- Why?

Do you really want
to die again?

I'm not gonna die
this time because

this time, I'm gonna win.
Let's play.

Wait, you guys.

- Are we home?
- Oh, good,

because I am bloody knackered.

How long were we
in that game?

What is that?

Ew.

Look.

- Look, I got it.
- Yes, great.

So someone
shut down the entire ship.

Yeah, and we have to do
a complete reboot

in order to get
Gideon back online

so we can figure out
what the hell happened.

- Where are Mick and Gary?
- I don't know.

- John, have you seen them?
- No, no, I haven't.

No, that spell's left me with
the mother of all hangovers.

- I'll see you guys later.
- Yeah.

Hey, you want some company?

Oh, I'm just gonna
chill back at the house.

- I'll be all right.
- Hm.

Well, then I will
come over later,

and I will bring you
your favorite tea.

Oh, what's a busted-up
old codger like me done

to deserve a woman like you?

I don't know, must be magic.

Yeah.

- I'll see you later.
- Bye.

Are you gonna tell him?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Look, Z, I'm sorry
for everything I said before,

for pinning everything on John.

I went into
overprotective brother mode.

Hey, I protect you,
not the other way around, okay?

You don't worry about me.

Besides, have you ever
met someone I can't handle?

Mom?

Hmm, I'd argue she can't
handle me, but...

Speaking of Mom,
I'm gonna head back to 2044

- and visit her and Baba.
- Oh.

I think it's about time
I let them know

what really happened
to this old family heirloom.

You're gonna
tell them the truth?

On second thought,
maybe I'll just take it easy

and enjoy Maman's cooking.

Yeah, that's
a way better idea.

Mm!

Come on.

Get rid of it.
Get rid of him.

Ah, Gary,
what are you doing?

Where are your glasses, bud?

- It's Mick.
- Ay, dios m�o.

- He's alive.
- And he has hair.

John, there's...

something I want to tell you.

Whoa, hey, there you are.

Mick needs help.
Come on.

d I think I could
have loved her d

d In this world or another

d But now I'm stuck
looking up from below d

d Space girl floating away

d Space girl,
gravity betrayed her d

d Space girl,
a punk rock treasure d

d Space girl,
goodbye forever d

Sync corrections by srjanapala

Greg, move your head.