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In 2166, an immortal
tyrant named Vandal Savage

conquered the world and
murdered my wife and child.

I have assembled an elite team
to hunt him throughout time

and stop his rise to power.

Unfortunately, my plan is opposed

by the body I'd sworn
my allegiance to:

the Time Masters.

In the future, my friends
may not be heroes,

but if we succeed,

they will be remembered as legends.

Previously on "Legends
of Tomorrow"...

We're in the Temporal
Zone. I don't understand.

No one should be able to...

A scan of the vessel
suggests that it is

the bounty hunter, Kronos.

- Argh!
- A crash landing...

in both place and time.

Gideon, camouflage the ship.

This doesn't look like the type of place

we want to linger out in the open.

That looks a lot like
a Palmer Tech building,

but why does it have a Smoak logo on it?

Wait, this is Star City.

I thought you said the timeline was safe.

Yes, Star City was intact in 2016.

This... this is 2046.

Don't move!

Thank God.

I said don't move.

It's me.

It's Sara.

Hey, Oliver, look.

I know it's been a long time.

But don't you remember that Rip Hunter

recruited us to become legends?

I never heard of any Legends.

Get back!

This guy a friend of
yours? I don't like him.

What are you doing?

It's called shooting back.

Can't be the Green Arrow.

That's not Oliver Queen.

Sure dresses like him.

Shoots arrows like him.

Well, whoever he is, I
don't plan on sticking around

to get shish kebabbed by this dude.

Kid's right.

Let's stay behind and kill him.

We need to return
to the ship.

_

All right, Rip. Tell us the truth.

You've all seen how the
timeline is malleable...

in flux until it is set.

Well, this future is not set.

Remember when I told you it was dangerous

for any of you to know too
much about your own futures?

Well, the events that you
dread could very well come to be

due to your actions to prevent them.

You know what I think? I
think you think too much.

Believe me when I tell
you that the best thing

for yourselves and for this mission

is to make the repairs to
the Waverider here in 2046

then head back to your own time

and make sure that none
of this ever comes to be.

Looks like the whole
propulsion system's jacked.

How do you even know what
we're looking at here?

Doesn't matter if it takes you
down the road or through time.

An engine's still an engine.

How long will it take you to make repairs?

I'm not too sure, but
it would go a lot faster

if I had some help.

Maybe Kendra could lend me a hand?

Enlist whoever is free to help,

I have this to contend with.

This is the Neuromorphic Interface

for Gideon's logic and navigation matrix.

Without it, Gideon cannot function.

Well, that explains how we got
stranded here in the future.

Palmer Tech was working on

a self-learning, Neuromorphic Cortex.

They surely would have
gone to prototype by 2046.

We are going to need that prototype.

Ah, Palmer Tech is now Smoak Technologies,

but, uh, I'm sure I can still get us in.

As I said, we must keep you and Ms. Lance

separate from your future homes.

In any case, there's a reason

why I recruited individuals

adept at misappropriating others' property.

It's not money. It's not jewels.

It's not a valuable artifact.

You're just lucky I'll steal
anything right about now.

- As I suspected.
- We'll get your gizmo.

You just get this bucket flying again.

- I'm coming with.
- No, no you are not.

You're too emotionally
connected to the city.

- We've been over this.
- I'm over you.

You got us on a mission

to change the timeline for yourself.

And you won't even let
us look at our futures?

Now, I know this city
better than anyone else,

and you're gonna need me out there.

So, either I'm coming with,

or we can find out if the Time Masters

are as good at teaching people to fight

as the League of Assassins.

So the rest of the team's on
a field trip to Palmer Tech,

now Smoak Technologies.

Palmer Tech sounds better, right?

Be honest.

Honestly, they sound about the same.

Even assuming our compatriots return

with a Neuromorphic prototype,

we'll still need to prepare
Gideon for the new device.

And the engines could
definitely use some loving.

Actually, I could use
an extra pair of hands.

Well, Raymond, why don't
you and Ms. Saunders

continue repairing Gideon,

and I'll assist Jefferson with the engines?

This is just a potential future.

It doesn't matter if we
kill anyone here, right?

Well, to avoid the risk of a paradox,

it's probably best to
refrain from killing anyone.

I'm not gonna promise anything.

My sister's apartment used to be over here.

I seem to remember something

about your father being a police captain.

- Your point?
- Did one hell of a job.

My father and everyone else

would never have let this happen...

unless they were all dead.

You really are pretty good at this.

Yeah, I was a shipyard welder in 1944.

No way. A real life Rosie the Riveter?

Is there anything you can't manage

to put a positive spin on?

Uh, no, I got it: the DMV.

So you do have a dark side.

You making fun of me?

Little bit.

Doesn't mean I don't find
your unwavering optimism...

enjoyable.

I find watching you weld enjoyable.

Dr. Palmer, in case you weren't aware,

you are on an open channel,

and we can hear everything you're saying.

Is it too much to ask for some

professionalism around here, and...

why am I getting so upset?

One moment, please.

I'm not upset. You're upset.

No, I'm not.

My elevated blood pressure
confirms that you are.

I'm just...

I'm just getting annoyed that those two

are talking instead of working.

I mean...

- You like her.
- Dude, you're being crazy.

You do remember that we share

a psychic connection.

I can sense what you're feeling.

If that were true, then you would shut up.

Hey, it's no day at the
beach for me, either.

Believe me.

Well, it doesn't matter,

'cause I don't stand a
chance with her anyway.

Now, why would you say that?

Because right now, my competition

is a billionaire genius
who built his own super-suit

and some other dude she's
known for 4,000 years

who she is destined to be with.

If I may offer one word of advice...

I really wish you wouldn't.

That word would be "confidence."

You met my younger self.

I was quite the ladies' man.

Put yourself out there.

Good things will happen.

Palmer Tech's just two blocks up this way.

Or at least it used to be.

Take cover in there!

It's like World War III out there.

It's beautiful.

We need to find another route.

Argh!

Ms. Lance, don't. Sara!

Damn it!

You two... don't move. We'll be right back.

Right.

We're not gonna sit here, right?

Imagine all the looting
we can do in this chaos.

Why don't we stretch our
legs at that bank we passed

three blocks back?

Drop your weapons, and
hand over your wallets.

Wait, are you actually trying to mug us?

What is this, amateur hour?

If you don't do what my man says,

we're gonna crush you into the pavement

like a couple of ants.

Really?

What do you say we teach
these fellas a lesson?

Yeah.

Ooh.

That's what you get when
you don't follow directions.

Interesting. Hold this.

Second thoughts...

Argh!

Whoa! Where did you get that?

eBay.

Now, your boss will not be needing this.

Well, this has been fun, but
I think it's time to leave.

Leave?

Why would we leave?

Ah!

Come on, sweetheart.

Don't move.

You...

you are persistent.

I saw you get shot point-blank.

It's high-density Kevlar,
now... who the hell are you?

- Who are you?
- I'm the Green Arrow.

Oliver Queen is the Green Arrow.

No, he's not.

Oliver Queen is dead.

How did Oliver die?

I don't know. No one does.

No one's seen him since...

- Well, since the Uprising.
- Uprising?

Is just what people called it when...

Well, when all this happened.

15 years ago, he brought an army with him.

- Who brought an army?
- I did.

No, it's not possible.

How did you get off Lian Yu?

Say something, damn it!

Ms. Lance? Who is this?

Somebody very dangerous.

Then now is not the right
time for me to say it...

but please, remind me later
to tell you that I told you so.

How are you still alive, Slade?

Slade.

That's a name I haven't
heard in a long time.

How do you know my father?

He called you Ms. Lance.

Any relation to the late Captain Lance?

If so, you must have heard
stories about my father.

I knew your father.

He was insane.

Seems to run in the family.

I'm going to enjoy killing you...

or we will.

Okay, bad idea.

Come on.

All right.

Grey and I have got the mains back online.

Great.

Uh, Ray's working on something
called the quantum manifold.

But I can't seem to get this to cooperate.

Let me give it a try.

Hey, you actually seem to
know what you're doing here.

Uh, yeah, machines are kind of my thing.

Plus, I've been looking
at the instruction manual

in my downtime, so...

Most people can't follow

the instructions to
build their new bookcase,

and here you are working on a spaceship.

A time-traveling spaceship
from the future, no less.

Well, when you put it like that,

I am kind of amazing.

And humble.

Hey, if you ever have any bookcases

need putting together...

I'll know who to call.

So, Raymond,

you were working with Kendra earlier.

I couldn't help but notice

there might've been a little...

spark.

- Really?
- Oh, yes.

It was quite apparent
and if I'm not mistaken,

I've noticed her throwing
one or two glances your way.

- Huh.
- Mm-hmm.

Wow, that's... that's surprising.

- Is it?
- Well, yeah.

I don't know, I hadn't really
considered her in that way.

Why are you bringing this up?

Jeez, I feel like I'm back in high school.

I honestly wouldn't know.
I skipped 10th grade.

And 11th.

I haven't really spent
that much time with Kendra.

You know, other than time
that we shared with her

and her reincarnated soulmate,

or people trying to kill us.

All the more reason to avoid

personal attachments.

This ship may be large,
but our group is small.

Hmm. Yeah.

Preaching to the choir, Professor.

We're onboard the Waverider
to save the world...

not hook up.

Yes, quite right.

Hey, you, I'm terrible with names.

- I'm gonna call you Fonzie.
- Yeah!

- I'm gonna call you Kenickie.
- Yeah!

Anyone else here need a name?

Your highness, can I get a
moment of your time, please?

Sure.

Ah, isn't the future great?

We really should be getting
back to Rip and Sara.

Why?

'Cause I'm not looking
to put down roots here.

Why not? It's everything we've ever wanted.

I got a gang that does
everything I tell them to.

I got a fur coat.

I got a chalice.

Speaking of.

- What about stopping Savage?
- What about it?

You're the one who said we're in this

for the score, remember?

We could live like kings here.

No cops, no heroes...

just some fool in a green hoodie.

It's Christmas every day.

Ah, my sweet.

Slade had a son?

Look, Oliver tried.

He tried to raise an army
to fight Deathstroke, but...

everyone just wanted to evacuate.

How can you save a city that
doesn't want to be saved?

A moment. Sara, I know
what you must be thinking,

but none of what has transpired here

is your fault, nor do you have the means

to change it, but Vandal Savage's future

is preventable.

I implore you,

please stay focused on our mission.

We're very grateful for your assistance,

but we really must be moving along

- to Smoak Technologies.
- What for?

That place has been cleared out for years,

but a lot of Felicity Smoak's
projects got relocated.

Where?

Come on.

You didn't say that Felicity's
equipment would be here.

Well, where else would you think it'd be?

Mr. Queen's base of operations

appears to have seen better days.

Yeah, well...

the place got attacked after Grant Wilson

outed Queen as the Green Arrow.

Let's just find what we're looking for

and get out of here.

Whoever's there, get out.

I said get out!

Whoever you are, get out.

Oliver?

Hello, Sara.

Long time, no see.

- Is that...
- Oliver Queen.

Everyone thinks that you're dead.

They're not wrong.

Put the arrow down, John.

You're embarrassing yourself.

- John?
- John Diggle Junior.

My dad is dead

because I couldn't save him.

I don't deserve his name. I'm Connor Hawke.

So you won't take his name,

but it's all right to parade around

in someone else's outfit?

Well, someone has to,

because last time that
I checked, you were dead.

Everyone thought you were dead.

I've been trying to
hold this city by myself

because I thought you were gone.

What happened to you?

To Laurel, to my dad...

- Felicity...
- They're gone.

- All of them.
- What do you mean?

- Ollie...
- Gone.

What do you want me to say, Sara?

30 years ago, you and
Ray hopped on a spaceship,

- and you never came back.
- We will.

I don't want to say that...

things would have ended differently

if you and Ray had been here, but...

But if we were, it could've
made the difference.

You thought I was dead.
What are you doing here?

We were looking for a
Neuromorphic Prototype

that Felicity Smoak was working on.

Felicity left after
everything that happened.

Everything her company was working on

is being kept in a warehouse
at Adams and O'Neil.

- Entry code is 4-5-8-7.
- Thank you, Mr...

You found your way in...

find your way out.

I got to admit, that
wasn't bad advice, Grey.

So things went well with Ms. Saunders?

Oh, yeah.

Well, I have more good news.

I was able to very subtly confirm

that Raymond has no romantic inclinations

towards your crush object.

Okay, well, once we've
sorted out my love life,

we need to update your vocabulary.

Can't wait.

I'm gonna go check on Kendra.

- Hey... confidence.
- Yeah.

Hey.

I got the initial dampeners back online.

Once the rest of the team returns with

the Neuromorphic Prototype,

Gideon will be good to go.

Excellent.

Sooner we get out of here, the better.

- And thank you, by the way.
- Whatever for?

Well, till you mentioned it,

I hadn't really thought
about Kendra in that way,

because, you know, she and Carter

were destined to be
together in this lifetime,

but it's all changed

and, uh, you know, she's quirky

and funny and beautiful

and a pretty good welder.

So... you know,

what about all those things
we were talking about?

The mission and so forth?

Oh, well, we're all adults here, right?

Getting to know each
other a little bit better,

it's not gonna stop us
from saving the world.

Oh, boy.

Who invited them?

Word on the street is Deathstroke

is pissed about something.

Deathstroke... what kind of name's that?

Party's over. Everyone hit the streets.

Hit everybody on them.

I want Green Arrow dead by morning.

Listen, pal, this is my gang.

The only orders they take are from me.

Hmm, might be your gang, but it's my city.

Green Arrow is running with
a female assassin in white

and a Brit in a brown coat. Kill them all.

Heard the man. Let's go.

Looks like your new minions

are about to go on a citywide manhunt

- for Rip and Sara.
- So what?

They're gonna kill our friends.

Since when did they become our friends?

You tell me.

You and Raymond seemed to get pretty tight

back in Russia.

I've never been tight with anyone.

Mick, it's time to go.

- You're not the boss of me.
- Actually, I am.

Okay, let's both take a deep breath.

And we'll make ourselves a deal.

You help me get to Rip and Sara.

Once they're safe, we can
have this conversation.

Fair?

Thank you for agreeing to
accompany us, Mr. Diggle.

It's Connor.

It's not like I needed

to stick around Oliver Queen for anything.

- Did you know?
- Know what?

That this is what would happen in my city?

Oliver said that the only reason

that things got so bad

was because Ray and I
weren't there to help.

I suspected that might be the case,

but that's actually a good thing. Hm?

Now, once our mission is complete

and you and Dr. Palmer are
returned to Star City in 2016,

you will both be present to
stop Grant Wilson's Uprising.

This future is only a potential timeline.

So this... this version of Star City...

this doesn't have to happen?

Correct. The future is always in flux.

Hopefully, this will never come to pass.

This world isn't real.

Let's split up. We'll cover more ground.

_

Hello, beautiful.

There's too many of them!

Gentlemen, your timing is exemplary.

Where's Connor?

He's been taken.

These are Grant Wilson's men.

Hmm.

The guy with the half
face and the body armor

has a real mad-on for
the kid in the hoodie.

- Can I have a word?
- Rip...

I know what you're going to say.

- We have to get him back.
- Yes, that.

You're forgetting this future

is only a potential timeline.

Yeah, where Grant Wilson kills Connor.

Wilson's not going to murder Connor,

because once you're returned to 2016,

there won't be a Wilson or a Connor,

at least not as we know
them both right now.

Now that we rescued them,

let's have that chat.

You want to stay here.

Thought I made that pretty clear.

What I'm less clear on is why you don't.

A city of thieves and criminals...

Sounds like a lot of competition.

Then we wipe them out.

What I did to that other guy,

we do the same thing to this Grant Wilson

and anyone else stupid
enough to get in our way.

Take a look around, Snart.

We're living the dream.

Yeah. Speaking of which...

Sleep tight, buddy.

What happened to him?

Difference of opinion.

Right.

We need to get this and Mr. Rory

back to the Waverider.

Ugh!

Oh, Jefferson, perfect timing.

I'm in need of your mechanical acumen.

Okay, let's do it.

- What?
- What did you do?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You did something. What did you do?

Nothing, nothing.

You know, this psychic connection thing,

it goes both ways

and the moment that I walked in here,

I started feeling really
anxious and guilty.

You feel guilty, so what did you do?

In my defense, I was only
acting in your best interests.

What did you do?

It's possible in my attempt to discern

whether Dr. Palmer had competing
feelings for Ms. Saunders...

Oh, you didn't...

I may have inadvertently prompted him

to think of her in ways in which...

he hadn't.

- Ugh, Grey!
- I'm sorry.

My intentions were honorable.

Ah, it's cool.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

I mean, nothing's really changed

apart from the fact that
now I got competition

I didn't have before,

but I should still have
confidence in myself.

Right?

Right.

Oh, they're back.

Where's Mr. Rory?

Sleeping it off.

We have the Neuromorphic Prototype.

Any luck with the ship's engines?

Yeah, it's all good.

Is there something wrong, Ms. Lance?

Well, all my friends and family are dead,

except for Oliver Queen,
who happens to be dead inside

and missing his left arm.

Sara, I have told you...

That this is just a potential future

and that it's all gonna go back

when we return to 2016...

if we return.

But what if we don't?

We all know Carter's not coming back.

It's not like we have
the safest line of work.

I think if Sara wants to stay and help

that then we should.

I mean, that's what we signed up for:

- to be heroes.
- I agree with Jefferson.

Yes, of course you both do,

because neither of you
understand the pitfalls

of changing the timeline.

Meddling with the future
is arguably more dangerous

than changing the past,
because it is still in flux.

Your wife and son's
death are in the future.

- You want us to change that.
- Don't play that card with me.

So what?

Are you only willing to risk the timeline

if it's your own family?

I am not just trying to save my family

and I'm not just trying to save one city,

but the entire world!

I'm not the one being selfish, Sara.

Go to hell.

Most likely.

If you want to go and save Mr. Hawke,

then be my guest.

I'll keep the ship here for one hour,

then we're leaving.

With you on board or without.

Hello, Mick.

You son of a bitch.

Just calm down.

You lied to me!

Wouldn't be the first time.

Remember the Del Ray Currency Exchange?

The Black Hawk Armored Car job?

If I hadn't lied to you on those scores,

we'd both be in prison or dead.

I'm the brains. You're the muscle.

That's how it's always been.

And on occasion, I've
had to call some audibles.

You have a habit of getting
in your own way, Mick.

You're right.

You've lied to me about jobs before,

but then again, you lied to me

about this being a job.

It's not about the score anymore for you.

You'd rather save the
world than be my partner.

A real team player.

'Cause that's what it's
gonna take to defeat Savage.

Then what? More money? More power?

A life of leisure and sin?

Don't you get it, Mick?

If we take out Savage,
this immortal monster,

can't you see what that gets us?

No, tell me.

We'd be the two baddest
sons of bitches of all time.

I don't want a ticker tape parade.

You know what I want from this world.

Yes...

to see it burn.

You lay a hand on me again,

you'll burn too.

Oliver.

Oliver!

Thought I told you to go.

Grant Wilson has Connor.

They're gonna kill him.

He knew what he was signing up for

and you know there's
nothing I can do to help him.

That's not the Oliver Queen that I know.

Maybe I'm not that person anymore.

Look at me, Sara.

I'm literally half the man I used to be.

Then that's the half this city needs.

He's got too many men, Ollie.

I can't do this by myself.

What about your friends?

I'm on my own...

unless I'm not.

Come on, Sara.

I never got the chance to ask Connor

why he wears the hood, but I know why.

It's because this city

will always need a Green Arrow.

Is the ship ready for departure?

No, Ms. Lance is not yet onboard.

I gave her an hour.

Hardly enough time for...

And she's been 90 minutes.

How much longer are we supposed to wait?

It doesn't matter that
this is a potential future.

It doesn't matter that this

may never come to pass...

may never be real.

For Sara, this is very real.

I know, which is why I gave her

an extra 30 minutes.

Gideon, what's our status?

The Waverider is
operational, Captain,

but I can't guarantee for how long.

- Explain.
- We are cloaked,

but positioned dangerously close

to where the city's criminal
element is gathering

to witness the execution
of Connor Hawke.

The longer we wait,
the greater the risk

of detection and further
damage to the ship.

Do you really want to risk

being marooned in this
version of 2046 forever?

Certainly more than I
want to maroon Sara here.

She's our friend. Our teammate.

What's the point of stopping Savage

if we only become as immoral as he is

in the process?

You should be honored.

This is hallowed ground.

I took Oliver Queen's arm

in this very spot.

Well, then let me go,

and we'll see which one of us is tougher:

me or Queen.

I already know the answer to that.

Ready the prisoner.

Sir.

We saw her trying to
sneak past the perimeter.

Sloppy.

The League of Assassins
would be embarrassed.

What was your strategy here?

You really think you could
just turn up tonight...

kill me?

No.

It was just my job to distract you.

You're not Green Arrow.

You're just a punk in a Halloween costume.

Funny, I was gonna say
the same thing about you.

You want to fight the Green Arrow?

I'm right here.

How did you convinced Rip to stay?

Actually, sending in
the cavalry was his idea.

Where's Mr. Queen?

Connor!

Ugh!

Cowards, all!

Oliver?

It's good to see you again, Ray. Kendra.

Thanks for the assist.

So who's that?

His name is Grant Wilson.

Once upon a time, his father, Slade,

tried to ruin my life.

That's not a nice family.

That's good shooting, John.

It's Connor.

Either way,

it's Green Arrow.

We have a lot of work to do.

Grant Wilson did a good job

of keeping the criminal
element in the city together.

Now, there will be plenty of people

to fill the vacuum.

I feel like I should stay.

Before Ray left,

he told me why Rip brought
all of you together.

It's important, Sara.

I just hate the idea

of leaving you here to fix it alone.

I'm not alone.

Just... just be careful, all right?

Well, you should know better than most

I rarely ever am.

You watch his back.

Copy that.

Let's get to work.

All right, confidence.

Confidence. Okay.

So, uh, I think Rip might have

some of that vodka left in his cabinet.

And?

And...

maybe we could get a drink?

Are you asking me out?

Yes? No. I think so.

Is that okay?

Yeah, that... that's totally okay,

except that three months ago,

I was a completely normal person

and now I'm a hawk goddess

traveling through time,

trying to avoid being killed
by an immortal psychopath

who murdered the man I
was destined to be with.

So...

I'm sorry, Ray. I...

I think my life's complicated enough

without throwing whatever this is

into the mix.

Yeah, totally understand.

If I was a reincarnated Egyptian priestess,

I'd probably feel the same way.

I'm gonna go check on Professor Stein.

Mm-hmm, yup.

All good here.

- Absolutely no problems.
- Everything okay here?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, fine. You?

Oh, yeah, good. Good. It's good.

Uh...

how much of that did you hear?

Uh, enough. I'm sorry.

Sorry too.

Wait, you knew that I...

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You're not that subtle.

She would've picked me, by the way.

Keep telling yourself that.

She would've.

I'm just working on determining

our next destination.

I've considered your suggestion of hell,

but I think I'll give it
a miss for the time being.

I just wanted to say thank you

for sending the team to back me up.

As it turns out, you were right.

That must've been hard to say.

Of late I've discovered

that I still have a lot to learn, I admit.

Including the fact that every future

is worth fighting for.

That said...

this mission is going to continue

to present us with difficult choices,

and I need to know that you
are a member of this team.

I guess so.

All right, Gideon, let's
see if these repairs

that Martin, Ray, and Jax
made are up to scratch.

As far as I can tell, Ms. Saunders

did most of the work,
while the two gentlemen

- competed for...
- Just get us out of here.

Please, Gideon.

I'm gonna miss this place.

Yeah, they really seemed
like your kind of people.

I don't know who my people are anymore.

So where to next, Captain?

Well, the beauty of this mission is that

the real question is not where, but when.

In which case, I suggest that we next hit

Savage when he least expects it.

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