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Key of A. Watch me for the changes and try to keep up.

Gideon and I have calculated another Aberration in Bhopal, 1912.

Why can't it be Aruba, 2016?

PROFESSOR STEIN: We are history's last line of defense.

I like the sound of that.

Have you gentlemen heard of the Spear of Destiny?

AMAYA: The Spear could alter reality itself.

DR. HEYWOOD: Changes to history cause timequakes

and Aberrations which we can undo.

Changes to reality, those are permanent.

You're on the run. Because you're a time remnant.

And now something's chasing you. Trying to correct the aberration.

One of history's worst monsters.

RIP: The Legion have the Spear of Destiny! They are like gods now!

It appears that after the Legion got the Spear and changed reality,

they kept us around as their pets.

EOBARD: You'll be forced to live your lives in a reality that I created.

SARA: We go back in time, to 1916,

and we stop the Legion from ever getting the Spear of Destiny in the first place.

RIP: All right, Gideon, try it now!

GIDEON: All systems nominal, Captain.

That's more like it.

Any luck in contacting the rest of the team?

GIDEON: Negative. But it stands to reason

that they would be facing challenges of their own in this altered reality.

Indeed. Which is why it falls to us to rescue them.

Engines to full power.

Can you pinpoint our location, Gideon?

GIDEON: Central City, 2017.

That's odd. We must be in some sort of hangar.

One large enough to accommodate the Waverider.

Gideon, what is that?

Is that another ship?

GIDEON: Negative. It appears to be

a desk lamp.

Oh, bollocks.

Right! Engage our cloak and plot a course.

GIDEON: Heading, Captain?

The nearest open window.

Any luck?

You asked me that five minutes ago.

You know, it's not easy getting a 21st-century radio

to communicate with a 22nd-century Timeship.

Thawne never told you what he did with Rip?

No. We weren't close like that.

How you holding up?

Better than Amaya.

I never knew about you guys.

There's nothing to know.

We just...

You know, figuring it out.

I figured it out.

We've been assuming the Waverider

is broadcasting using a quantum frequency, but...

Only if the quad-band antenna array was in alignment.

- Ray, you're a genius. - I guess I am.

I kinda forgot what it was like.

So, can you communicate with Rip or what?

RIP: Sara? Sara, is that you?

Good job guys, good Job-

We didn't do anything yet.

- Rip? - RIP: Yes, Dr. Palmer.

I've honed in on your location.

Well, haul ass over here and come pick us up.

There may be one small problem with that.

Huh?

Look!

It's the teeny weenie Englishman.

Mr. Rory, will you please stop?

Relax.

Why would Thawne use the Spear of Destiny to shrink you?

Uh, I don't believe he did.

I'm assuming that he used Dr. Palmer's exo-suit.

Oh, well, then, he must still have it in his lab.

We gotta steal it back and then we can un-shrink the ship!

RIP: And then what?

Rip, we have a plan to put reality back as it was.

JAX: But you're not gonna like it.

Haircut, where to now?

Uh, I don't know. I never exactly saw my exo-suit here,

I just figured, where else would Thawne hide it?

All right, let's split up.

Ray!

Ah! Yes!

I have missed you.

Really, dude?

I will never, ever leave you again.

JAX: Rip, we found the suit.

You need to close in on our position

before I have to watch Ray do any more weird stuff.

En route.

Weird stuff?

Yeah, you got issues, dude.

We got two more rent-a-thugs down the hall.

I thought that Thawne should have killed you morons at the reactor.

Then I realized...

Now I get to kill the Legends myself.

Gideon, fire!

Fire everything!

Aw!

Isn't that adorable?

Is that the best you got?

How about this?

Sara! Reinforcements will be on their way.

We're headed to you, Ray. Let's blow the roof off this place.

All right, Rip, keep the Waverider steady.

GIDEON: We have returned to the Battle of the Somme in the year 1916.

And apparently we're ready to destroy time itself

by interfering in events that we've already participated in.

If that's what it takes to save Amaya, count me in.

Yeah, there's no way I'm letting Grey go out as one of Thawne's lackeys.

We can't allow Doomworld to continue, no matter what the risk.

Okay. Well, look, like time, reality needs to set.

Essentially, we're in a race, not against time,

but from a reality wave initiating from 2017.

All the more reason to get moving.

At the very least, we need to mitigate the scope of the time-paradox

by avoiding contact with our former selves at all costs.

So, all we have to do is help us. I mean, them,

destroy the Spear without them knowing that we're helping.

Kinda like Secret Santa.

We already know where the blood of Christ is, so,

me, you and Ray,

we go back to the Church of Amiens

and we leave the blood for our former selves to find.

I've got a question.

What happens to us when our former selves destroy the Spear?

Oh, we cease to exist.

Because we never would have existed if the Legion hadn't gotten the Spear.

You're saying we are the Aberrations?

In order to save the world, we have to erase ourselves.

Listen, why don't we just go to Aruba?

Get drunk... What?

Sunshine!

Mai Tais!

Girls in bikinis.

All right, Ray. You're up.

ATOM: I'm on it.

Pardon me.

Excuse me.

Coming through.

Don't mind the tiny man flying through the middle of no-man's land.

I'm closing in on the bloods burial spot, Captain.

I'm here.

Well...

That was easier the second time around.

I knew you idiots would come back from 2017.

Apart from being incredibly stupid, you are just so predictable.

Give me back the vial!

What vial?

Ray... Ray, get out of there!

You know, my allies keep giving me the same, simple piece of advice.

EOBARD: They were right.

I should have done that ages ago.

Wait! What are you doing? You're gonna get yourself killed!

- We have to get him! Gideon! - Sara, you can't... Sara!

Sara!

He's gone.

So what?

Haircut said it himself.

We're all Aberrations living on borrowed time. Besides,

he's alive and well in 1916.

Mick's right.

The mission hasn't changed.

Except we can't destroy the Spear because we don't have the blood of Christ.

So, we steal the Spear and get it out of 1916.

Now, you do realize that there's a big problem with that plan, Sara...

The other us's have the Spear.

Uh, never stolen anything from myself before. Could be interesting.

God... Need I remind you that we cannot interact with ourselves?

Which is why the three of you are gonna sneak into the other Waverider

while the other yous are at the church.

Now, that... That sounds like a plan.

GIDEON: I suggest you hurry. Events are already in motion.

Mr. Rory's earlier self is currently being contacted by Mr. Snart.

All right. If we're going to go impersonating ourselves...

- You're gonna need a haircut. - Yeah.

Not for nothing, but Aruba would have been a better option.

You're not real.

You're an illumination.

- A hallucination. - Yeah. That's it.

Now, did that feel like a hallucination?

And how was the reunion?

I'm gonna let him uh, spin out for a bit.

Then go in for the kill, so to speak.

- Gentlemen. - What the hell is going on here?

That's what I was going to ask.

Aren't you supposed to be searching for the Kalabros Manuscript?

- I was... - And I found him and brought him here.

We no longer need the manuscript.

We have a different problem.

- The Legends are here. - We know. I just punched Mick.

Not those Legends.

And I'm not "your" Eobard. I'm from the future.

Yeah, what else is new?

I mean your future.

One where we have the Spear of Destiny

and the Legends from that future are here now, too.

Wait, there're two sets of Legends?

When do I get to rob a bank?

Just deal with them.

Where do you think you're going?

To get backup.

I hate when he does that.

You know what to do.

We'll hang back and make sure everybody sticks to the script.

Okay, figure we got about an hour before...

Shut up, Pretty!

I'm calling the shots, I'm the thief!

Englishman, disable Gideon.

We can't risk her blowing our cover.

You round up everyone in the library, make sure the coast is clear.

Then I can snatch the item.

You know what? This is gonna be a piece of cake.

Hey!

What are you guys doing? You just left for the church.

So we did. And now we're back.

The church was a dead end, I'm afraid.

Where's Ray?

He is returning Lieutenant Tolkien to the field hospital.

- You guys all right? - Yeah.

- I'm just seeing double. - We're fine. We're fine.

I just need to get to the library, so I can, you know...

Locate Christ's blood.

I need to run some repairs on Gideon.

Yeah, and I need to get the Spear... Beer.

As long as we get it first.

Are you not supposed to be guarding the Spear of Destiny?

Mr. Rory offered to spell me.

I thought you and Lieutenant Tolkien were going to the Church at Amiens.

Uh, yeah. That didn't work out.

But I did happen to find...

Nate?

I... I was just saying that I believe I've found

the final resting place of Sir Gawain.

So, do you want to tell us?

Tell you?

- Are you feeling all right? - You look like you've seen a ghost.

No. Yeah, no. I'm... I'm fine. Sorry.

I think the location of Gawain and, you know, the blood of Christ is in the...

Galapagos Islands.

AMAYA: The blood of Christ is in the Galapagos Islands?

Yeah.

In 1984.

How could a relic from the Crusades wind up on the Galapagos

during the Reagan administration?

Perhaps Gideon can help.

Gideon?

Oh, God, where's Gideon?

I'm gonna go and check on her.

I'll come with you.

Why are you looking at me like that?

What's going on?

I missed you so much.

You've been gone for five minutes.

RORY: I got it.

Where's Pretty?

Away team, what's your status?

RIP: Uh, we have the Spear, but Dr. Heywood is running behind.

What the hell is he doing?

Where the hell have you been?

Uh, I'm sorry. I just got... I got distracted.

We gotta get outta here.

SARA: Negative.

We got a new problem.

Your old selves are back.

Hang on. You mean, we've returned from the church?

SARA: Yes.

And if you come out of the ship now, they'll see you and wreck time itself.

You're trapped in there.

Good one!

We have to stop them from getting to the ship.

Yeah.

Guys.

We have a new problem.

The ship, it's broken.

JAX: What Sara means is there's

a radiation leak.

Radiation leak?

Yes, and it's very dangerous,

so we need to keep our distance. If you could just follow me...

Wait. Where's Amaya?

She's safe.

We got everyone off the ship right away.

Except Grey... Who's working on fixing the ship right now.

I thought you said it was too dangerous to be on board?

What's a little radiation for one-half of Firestorm?

I assumed we'd be on our way to 1984 by now.

Yeah.

Rip took Gideon offline, said something about an efficiency scan.

- Which should have been done by now. - How strange.

Yeah, like how Nate was acting in the library.

Shouldn't Raymond be back from returning Tolkien to his regiment?

Ray?

What's your twenty?

I'm standing right in front of you.

Ray, listen to me. Whoever that is, she's an imposter.

Take her out!

What about the other Jax?

Oh, wait, there's a fake version of me, too?

Yeah.

Ray, whoever this bozo is, kick his ass!

With pleasure.

Okay.

- Sorry, Sara. - For what?

Listening to you.

Just chill out, bro!

- What are you doing? - We're not imposters!

This is madness! What has come over you people?

If you would...

- Ray! - Just...

let me explain!

If fake me is anything like real me, Ray's gonna need some help.

Copy that, Captain.

Enough waiting. We've got to get out of here.

We can't. Our prior selves are out there right now.

If we leave, they'll see us.

- Then don't go! - Whoa!

Mr. Jackson. I can explain.

That you're the Legion in disguise? Yeah, I know.

Thawne's face-changing technology is incredible.

Hang on.

I don't think she's an imposter.

This is the genuine Ms. Lance and Mr. Jackson.

What?

But you told us never to revisit our past.

Why would they do that?

You'll have to ask them that.

They almost made it off the ship with this.

All right. Who's wearing whose faces?

We are not the Legion.

Believe it or not, we are actually future iterations of yourselves,

who have traveled back in time to prevent some form of calamity.

I don't believe it.

Why would Rip Hunter break the first rule of time travel?

I'm asking myself the very same question.

- Ah! Bollocks. - Bollocks.

What the hell was that?

It's a timequake.

The result of us interacting with ourselves.

- That wasn't so bad. - Give it time.

And whose bright idea was it to do the one thing that could jeopardize all of time?

Yours.

What the hell are you staring at?

Just imagining what you'd look like without teeth.

- Knock it off, Rory! - Knock it off, Rory!

I can't believe even we would do anything so foolish. Unless,

something went terribly wrong the first time you were here.

- I can't help but notice... - Not all of us came back with you.

What happens to us in the future?

Well...

Dead.

Dead. Good as dead.

Look, the Spear ended up in the Legion's hands,

bad things happened and it sucked.

But if we prevent the Legion from ever getting the Spear in the first place,

everything goes back to normal and you all get to live.

- Where you going? - To think.

Perhaps you should go with her.

Two heads are better than one.

Yeah.

In the future you're from, the Legion gets the Spear?

Yes.

So, this is my fault?

It was more of a team effort, really.

Can I ask you a question?

Do you wish you would have used it?

No.

But you could have stopped all of this.

You could have erased the Legion of Doom from existence.

Could have kept your team alive...

You know why I... We can't use it.

The Spear...

It draws on our desires, our weaknesses...

Our hatred...

Our darkness.

We're not strong enough to wield it.

The Spear is a weapon.

And you know what we do with weapons.

Doing some light reading on Zambesi, I see?

What do you want?

I came here to drop some future knowledge on you.

You need to do yourself a favor and stop being the Ambassador of Chill

and tell Amaya how you feel about her.

Okay, how do I feel about her?

You're in love with her.

Look...

I really, really like Amaya.

I saw Leonard Snart put a gun to her head and kill her.

I watched Amaya die.

I lost her forever.

Do you understand me?

What do you want me to do?

We all want to change the future...

I'm not talking about the future.

I'm talking about changing who you are now.

I want you to do the things I wish I would have done,

and say the things I wish I would have said.

You wanna know why?

Because there's nothing...

Nothing worse than looking back at your life with regret.

Yup, still weird.

Please tell me you two have figured a way out of this mess?

Clearly not.

- Was that another timequake? - I don't think so. Someone's firing at us.

GIDEON: Captain, our shields are nearly depleted.

- Copy that. - Copy that.

- Sorry, habit. - Sorry, habit.

That's a bit powerful for World War I-era artillery.

That would explain it.

Ship's taking too much damage. We gotta make a time-jump.

I really would not recommend that.

RORY: Out of my way!

- Hey, that's my seat! - What?

Traveling through time with ourselves could create a paradox

exponentially larger than the one we've already created.

- What do you think? - That we have to do whatever it takes

to keep the Spear out of the Legion's hands.

Hold on!

What's goin' on?

The result of us interacting with our previous selves.

It's a timestorm.

We're still in World War I.

- Gideon, get us out of here. - Gideon, get us out of here.

GIDEON: Negative, Captains.

The ship has sustained critical damage.

Good news, the timestorm seems to have caused a temporary ceasefire.

The bad news is the Legion of Doom is still trying to kill us.

Wait!

How far do you even think we'll be able to make it out there?

You only have to make it as far as the other Waverider.

You want us to time-jump together again?

You saw what just happened.

We won't be time-jumping together.

You're not coming with us.

This has always been a one-way ticket for us.

Your team has to get the Spear of Destiny away from here.

We won't fail you guys.

- Guys, we've got company. - I see 'em.

Everybody clear on the plan?

Run like hell.

Try not to die.

What about you guys?

You ready?

Other than the fact that I can't Firestorm and Nate can't Steel?

You bet your sweet ass we're ready.

Damn it!

Damien, I think we should go back to basics.

You're right.

Killing's gotten so gosh darn impersonal lately.

No!

No.

Jefferson? Please. Please.

Grey!

Come on, Grey.

Come on. Come on.

SNART: Let him go, Mick.

I'm not listening to you anymore.

Come on. Is that any way to talk to your old partner?

I don't have a partner.

I have a team.

Yeah, Darhk said you'd gone soft.

Let me fix that for you.

Mick! No!

No!

RORY: What's your problem?

- You're... You're alive. - You hug me, I'll kill you.

Okay. Later.

Hey! The Waverider is just around...

I thought you were made of steel.

No!

Get this to the ship.

Oh, I've been waiting for this.

What are you waiting for?

Do it.

Death would be too kind.

Nice work. Both of you. Where's the Spear?

You took it to the rendezvous point.

Oh, did I? Right.

If you don't want to get stuck in 1916, get to the ship now.

That means you, Amaya.

Nathaniel...

Don't be a douche.

Excuse me?

NATE: I won't, bro.

Can't believe we made it.

Don't jinx it.

JAX: Ah, he jinxed it.

I hate that guy.

EOBARD: Not that guy.

These guys.

You traveled back in time to help yourselves,

I figured I could do the same.

You know, it's true what they say,

if you want something done right, you really have to do it yourself.

Give me the Spear and I'll spare your team.

You can go to hell.

No, but I'll make a hell for you.

Do you really want to lose another one?

Last chance.

Use the Spear.

It can't be me. Use it.

Fix the world.

Just do it, Sara!

Look, I can't, there's too much darkness inside of me.

I can't control it.

I believe in you.

You're stronger than you know.

DOROTHY: There's no place like home.

WOMAN: The cork broke off,

but I think I managed to salvage it.

Here.

WOMAN: Wake up, honey.

To doing movie night more often.

This never happened.

This is the Spear doing this.

This isn't real.

No, it's not.

But it can be.

You can remake reality

however you see fit.

No, you were always the better of us, Laurel.

You were the strong one.

I'm damaged.

I know.

The Gambit.

Lian Yu.

The League of Assassins.

You, dying.

I could take it all back.

But you won't.

Everything

that has happened to me,

all the suffering that I endured,

it's all led to this moment, hasn't it?

The Spear doesn't need someone pure of heart.

It needs someone strong enough to do the right thing.

Sara, it needs you.

Even if doing the right thing

means not having you back?

I'm never too far away.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Too slow, Miss Lance.

Far too slow.

To think, you had

actual godhood literally in your grasp.

Well, I'm not going to make the mistake I made the first time.

I'm going to erase you all from existence.

You won't even be dead.

I may have made one small change to reality.

You de-powered the Spear.

Well, I guess we'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way.

I'm going to drive this through your heart.

Yeah, about that.

No.

No!

You did it.

You would've done the same thing.

Remember,

Legends never die.

Really?

- Goonies? - What's a Goonie?

Ah...

All right.

Malcolm is back in 2016, where he belongs.

- In prison? - No.

His crappy apartment.

And what are your plans for the two of us?

We're dead in 2017, remember?

I'm not taking you back to 2017.

Should have done this in France, Mick.

Could've saved us both a lot of time.

I didn't bring you here to kill you, Leonard.

So, what are we doing here?

This is where Thawne recruited you for the Legion.

I'm gonna wipe your memory and put you on the right path.

You mean, the path where I join up with some Brit twit

and die trying to save the world?

No.

You die trying to save your friends.

Still a death sentence.

You know what your punishment is, Leonard?

You end up being a better man.

And so do I.

"Better?"

- You mean "softer." - No.

I mean better.

All right, so let me get this straight.

In retaliation for me helping kill your team,

bending reality and torturing you,

I'm to wear this ridiculous outfit and shoes without socks?

Just setting things right.

You mean setting me on the path to killing your sister.

I've already made that choice.

I'm okay with it.

And so is Laurel.

And how do you know that?

Hey. Gideon said we're going back to 1942.

The mission's over.

The Legion's been put back in their proper places in the timeline, so...

Now it's my turn.

Okay. Um...

Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to get off at that stop with you.

What?

Look, I lost you once already.

Even though it was a different me and a different you,

and I don't ever want to do that again.

Or at all.

I don't know what to say.

Say, "Nate, come with me to 1942."

I can't say that, Nathaniel.

Because I don't want to go back to 1942.

I know that I'm supposed to.

I know I have a destiny,

and that we shouldn't damage time any more than we already have.

But I have to believe that time is stronger than that.

And that if I have a destiny,

it will wait for me.

Hey!

You goin' on a trip?

Uh, yes, in fact.

I was joking.

Right.

Yes, well, we both know that I don't have a sense of humor at times.

But, yes, I am taking my leave.

What do you mean "leave"?

This team has functioned far better in my absence

than it ever did under my leadership.

You saved reality itself.

Well, you were there, too.

Yes, but I've realized that there is nothing further for me to teach you.

Any of you.

So, what, you're just going to walk out of here and not say goodbye?

I was going to borrow the Jumpship, actually.

I think Mick would call that "stealing."

Yes, maybe Mr. Rory has had somewhat of an effect on me.

And you on me, Captain.

I'm no longer the captain.

You are.

And in that spirit...

Permission to depart, Captain Lance?

Permission granted.

Stay out of trouble.

Well, without you lot, I think that will actually be quite easy.

Mick, you want to do the honors? Plot a course?

You earned it.

Gideon! Set a course for Aruba.

GIDEON: Roger that, Mr. Rory.

Setting a course for Aruba, the year 2017.

What was that?

This is what happens when you put Mr. Rory in charge of navigation.

GIDEON: In fact, it was another timestorm.

It seems the disruption you created in 1916 was just the start.

We've been ejected out of the Temporal Zone.

Get ready for a hard landing.

Oh, come on! Can we please go five minutes without crashing the Waverider?

Is everyone okay?

This ain't Aruba.

GIDEON: No, this is Los Angeles, 2017.

Oh, boy.

- Oh! - Guys,

I think we broke time.