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Previously on
"Legends of Tomorrow"...

That's my mom.

There's no loophole
where I can save my family

and not screw up history.

I'm so sorry, Z.

What the hell is going on here?

This is my dad, Hank.

Hello, John.

The knuckle bones
of a martyred saint...

They act as a divining rod,
able to detect the presence

of beings not belonging
to our world.

Where'd the unicorn go?

I sent that bastard
straight to hell, didn't I?

You need to be a part of a team.

No, I would rather
bloody top myself

than move in with you lot.

People around me
get killed or far worse.

Oh, bollocks.

How's our magical
upgrade going, Ray?

Almost done, I think.

Though the they never covered

how to interface
time seismographs

and enchanted bones
in the Ivy U PhD program.

Well, that should do it.

My peers would say that science
and magic don't mix,

but to them, I'd ask, "Have you
seen 'The Fifth Element'?"

Right?

Ivy U sounds like
a real party school.

Oh, I hope this works.

We need a way to pinpoint

magical threats on the timeline.

I mean, who knows what kind
of creatures are out there

wreaking havoc on history?

Like, uh, vampires.

Gremlins.

Aswangs.

Cannibalistic Filipino
were-beasts

with proboscis-like tongues.

I've been doing some research
just in case.

I thought that's why
we had Constantine.

Yeah, about that.

Constantine is...

Tired, hungover,
and in need of a stiff one.

Dealer's choice as to what
that's a euphemism for.

He's here.

Yeah, you know, I meant what
I said about joining you lot,

but then I pictured that
same lot squaring off against

some of the manky buggers
that I've come up against,

and I thought,
"Yeah, you know what?

You're right. You're all bloody
doomed without me."

One aswang will take you down
without breaking a sweat.

Ha ha!
New legend alert.

I better go update
the chore wheel.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hang on, sunshine.

I'm not a bloody legend.

I'm merely offering my services
as a consultant,

and as such,
I have some stipulations.

I don't do silly costumes,

I expect full benefits,

and I require no less
than two weeks paid vacation.

- Vacation?
- Paid?

Hey, it worked.

Will you look at that?
We already got a...

Do we have a special name
for these magical fugitives?

Well, I was thinking,
since they're mysteries

involving mythical beings,

we could go with myth-teries.

Fugitives it is.

What's it say?

Salem, Massachusetts, 1692.

First day on the job,

and you're taking me
to the bloody witch trials.

Well, I hope you're
feeling morally superior

because we are getting

our Puritan purit-on.

That was too much, right?

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I'm telling you, your machine
is clearly buggered.

There's nothing magical
about Puritan New England.

I know. I was there, but it
could all be different now.

Oh, come on.

If a creature landed there,
why would it idle

in the absolute worst
possible place for magic?

The people of Salem
are paranoid and petty,

and, besides,
every magical creature knows

that if you want to get weird,
you go to New York.

Then we need to find it
before it flees.

All right, well, I agreed
to help you save history,

not take part in your little
role-playing adventures.

Call me if you find anything.

If he's staying, I'm staying.

Besides, no fun
in Puritan times.

The Church banned
burning people at the stake.

Well, they didn't
actually burn people.

That was the Middle Ages.

The Puritans used the gallows,
but, yeah, sure, stay.

You know, I actually miss

having someone
Nate-splain history to us.

Me too.

Speaking of which,

I wonder how Operation
Dinner with Dad is going.

Thanks.

Good steak.

So, um, what are you doing
for work these days?

Little bit of this.
Little bit of that.

You?

Same old, same old.

Sir, your credit card
was declined.

I, uh...

I must have given you the...
wrong one.

There you go.

And this one expired in 1953.

Then I don't know
why I still carry it.

Uh...

Do you accept
Athenian tetradrachm?

Notgeld?

Nathaniel, I've got this.

Guess the deductive historical
reconstruction business...

Little slow this time of year.

Yeah, and I see
it's still paying off

to be a Beltway Bandit.

Really, Nathaniel, that's how
you want to end this?

After we connect
over a nice dinner.

Have we?

All you've talked about
is the steak.

What the hell else
am I supposed to talk about

if you'd rather just sit there
and silently judge me?

Oh, like you're not
doing the same thing.

Of course I was, Nathaniel.

I put you through grad school
to what?

To... to collect rare currency?

Maybe I should follow
your example, right?

Make a fortune
wasting taxpayers' cash

on some secret
government projects

that you can't even explain?

It puts food on your plate.

How's that for an explanation?

I don't need your money.

Matter of fact...

I don't need any of this.

Of course.
Running away again, huh?

I'll see you in another
two years.

I forgot my leftovers.

Nathaniel.

Good morrow.
Good morrow.

Not the friendliest bunch.

Look, tone it down, Ray.

This isn't a fun time period.

These hats say otherwise.

Just try not to stand out.

Salem wasn't exactly
welcoming of outsiders.

Oh, just like
every other time in history.

They're just worse at hiding it.

Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch!

Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch!

Witch!

Wife of Satan,
confess your sins.

Tell now what saw thee
for grounds of accusation?

I saw her, Reverend Parsons,
dancing in the woods

bare as the day she was born.

Jane Hawthorne, what say you
to this accusation?

I have done no harm.
I swear it.

But this man says he bore
witness to your witchcraft.

She has lain with the Devil.

I would never,

not with the Devil nor with any
man since my husband's passing,

much to your frustration,
good sir.

Goody Hawthorne,
you are hereby under arrest

and accused of witchcraft.

Your trial will commence
on the morrow,

and if thou be convicted,

we will purge your kind
from our community.

You cannot do this!
My daughter needs me!

Prudence!

Mother.

Have mercy, please.

Witch!
Witch! Witch! Witch!

Witch! Witch! Witch!
Witch! Witch!

Well, there are definitely
monsters in Salem,

just not the magical kind.

Witch!
Witch! Witch!

Crows, that's ominous.

Despite the gothic association,

the American crow
is actually a very...

Never mind.

The witch... she commands them!

Remove her from here at once!
Go! Go!

Couldn't have been her,
could it?

Whatever it is,
looks like we were right.

There is magic in Salem.

All right, let's give this
thing a whirl, shall we?

Gideon, do us a favor and mix
us up some ingredients

so I can restock the old
apothecary, will you?

Out of my way.
I need some mustard.

Yeah, yeah, I'll be
just a minute, mate.

Now, be a doll, Gideon,
and mix together

a pinch of possum's tail with
three ounces of frogs' testes.

Open the door!

I need to take a leak!

Ah! What's that smell?

Spellbook, bound in human skin.

It gets a bit rank
if you don't soak it in water.

Get out of my chair, you weasel.

I'm watching the football.

The game's on already, mate.

You want a Marmite crumpet?

What'd you call me?

You know, you need to simmer
down a little bit, sweetheart.

You see, I don't like
to share my space

any more than you,
but, uh, here we are.

And why are you here?

Hey, sorry to break up
the bonding session,

but we found our fugitive,
and we think it's a real witch.

Well, a real witch
must be off her trolley

to hang around here.

Well, we just saw a woman
command a murder of crows,

and now I know
why they call it that.

Well, Jane was bound, gagged,
and taken away.

Those birds were just
protecting her from that mob.

I say more power to them.

And I agree with you, in theory,

but we still have
to remove that power.

Gideon, what do you have
on Jane Hawthorne?

On October 29, 1692,
Jane Hawthorne's execution

was at the center
of what came to be known

as The Burning of Salem.

"On the day she hung,

"all of the people of Salem
spontaneously combusted.

The whole town was set ablaze."
Sounds like my kind of woman.

Well, the incident was enough
to convince the public

that witches were real.

Whatever it is,
Jane's at the center of it.

Well, now, hang on a minute.

You said that she was gagged.

Yeah.

Did any of you actually
hear her cast a spell?

You see, spells are

a verbal game, mateys.

Was there anyone else there,

someone who would want
to protect Jane?

- Prudence.
- Her daughter.

Ah, a malevolent demon has
attached itself to the child,

and the mother is being blamed.

I've seen it
a million times over.

Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

Let's get to it, shall we?

Well, look who started to care.

Uh, but I am not
wearing a costume.

I'll see you later, big man.

Gary?

Is that you?

Did you sleepwalk to work again?

- Whoa, whoa!
- Oh, my God!

What is wrong with you?

Nate? What the hell
are you doing here?

And why aren't you
wearing pants?

I can explain.

And thank you for not
mentioning the shower cap.

Pretend I did.

Coconut oil
makes my hair more buoyant.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

I should try that.

And, uh, the pants situation?

Well, I decided
to extend my trip to 2018,

and I may possibly be living
a little bit at the Bureau.

You couldn't spring for a hotel?

Well, here's a fun fact
about staying in the present...

It costs money, and as a legend,

your salary is the friendships
you make along the way.

- Got ya.
- Yeah.

And you? I know
you love paperwork, but...

Oh, yes,
I'm presenting my budget

to the Department of Defense
tomorrow.

Rip was always good
at schmoozing the bigwigs.

It was never really my thing.

And now, with this whole
magic initiative,

we're gonna need
even more money.

I can help.
I'm great at schmoozing.

Hmm? Oh, uh, no...
No, thank you.

What?
Why not?

I need a place to stay.
You need a wingman.

It'll be fun,
and we can hang out.

We'll get into adventures.

Okay, okay, you know what?
Let's do it.

Just put some pants on.

Hey...

you just got schmoozed.

- There she is.
- She doesn't have anyone.

All right, let's move.

Why dost thou follow me?

Hi, Prudence.
We're just here to help.

You're strangers.
I have no need of your aid.

Now be gone with haste.

John.

What magic is this?

Look, it's gonna be okay.

Agent of the damned,

show yourself,
you fetid creature.

Show yourself, you cursed beast.

Reveal your hideous form!

Hello.

What in the Disney hell is this?

You got to be kidding me.
That's your monster?

Monster?

Why, I am nothing of the sort.

I am a fairy godmother,

and I mean only
to make dreams come true,

because a dream
is a wish your heart...

Don't say another word.

Constantine, please tell me
you have something for this.

Um, this is, uh, new.

Prudence, this
is your fairy godmother?

It is.
She protects me.

By hurting other people.

Not at all.

I only want to help
little Prudence,

for, you see...

There are times
the world is scary...

times the world is bad...

But when
your godmother's a fairy...

Is that music?

Shut up!

I didn't want her
to stop singing.

Oh, to hell with this.

Oh, my, you don't want
to do that.

And why wouldn't we?

Because Prudence and I
share a bond.

If you send me to hell,
she goes right down with me.

These people want
to send us to hell.

You don't want to go to hell,
do you, deary?

No.

Would you like me
to make them go away?

As you wish.

Prudence, you don't need her.

Okay, you can stop singing now.

Prudence,
you don't have to do this.

We're here to save your mother.

Godmother, wait.

Release them.

As you wish.

But I'm at your call
when you need me.

You got to admit, though,
that... that was a catchy tune.

Where am I?

Someplace safe,
just until we can get you home.

I've seen many wonders
these past days.

And I believe you,
like Godmother,

were sent by the Lord...
The answer to our prayers.

Here...

it's a doughnut.

I la-la-love you.

Many wonders indeed.

All right, guys.

Remember the three Cs
of pitching...

Confidence, charisma...

Oh, crap. That's my dad.
Wait a second.

That's your dad?
Yeah.

This must be one of his secret
government projects

he could never tell me about.

I can't go in there, Ava.

I will make this worse.

Come on, Nate, you're family.

How bad could it be?

Oh, last time I saw him,
I insulted his life's work

and literally said,
"I don't need your money."

Oh, okay, that's bad.

Mm-hmm.

Look, I cannot do this alone.

- You don't have to.
- Thank you.

Gary, you know my part
of the pitch, right?

Okay, okay, maybe
I can do this alone.

No, look at this guy.

He's got confidence.
He's got charisma.

He's got...
Crap.

I got my arm stuck
in the poster tube.

Listen, Ava,
I know my dad, okay?

You're not gonna want to go
in there without backup.

Fine, Gary, you're in.

All right, Director Sharpe.

Let's give 'em the old
ham and eggs.

Damn it.

The godmother
was telling the truth.

We can't send her to hell

without sending Prudence
down with her.

Bloody fairy godmothers...

They're like parasites
who feed off their hosts.

Their magic... it only works
at the whim of their charge.

The girl will have
to reject the godmother.

Who's going to give up
that kind of power,

especially in her situation?

We just have to give her
what she wants.

If we save her mom,
she won't need the godmother.

Z, we can't.

I checked the historical record.

Jane Hawthorne
was executed as a witch.

That was canon
before the fairy godmother

affected the timeline.

We can't change that.

So we're just gonna
let them do it?

Sara, this is exactly what
it's like where I'm from...

The tribalism, scapegoating,

persecuting someone
just because they're different,

while other people just
stand by and do nothing.

I don't want it to go down
like this either, Z.

I'm sorry,
but we don't have a choice.

Look, I promised her
that I would help her.

Well, you made a promise
that we can't keep.

The priority here is separating
Prudence from her godmother.

That's how we're gonna
save more lives.

So, in the meantime,

we just let her think
we're saving her mom?

Great.

I'm here to save you, Jane.

- Who art thee?
- We need to go now.

No.

Look, I get that you're scared,

but I can protect you.

You need to trust me.

Come, please.

I believe you mean well...

but I cannot go.

These people are insane.

They're gonna kill you
no matter what.

They are afraid,

and fear brings out
the worst in all of us.

Therefore,
I must forgive them...

for they know not what they do.

Well, at least
one of you Puritans

gets the point of that book.

If I disappear now,

others will pay
for my cowardice,

and I will not allow
innocents to suffer.

What about your daughter's
suffering, her powers?

Think about how your actions
are going to affect her.

She is the only one
of whom I think.

I made her swear to me

that she would never
use her power henceforth.

As long as she heeds my command,

my Prudence will live.

But what kind of life
is it gonna be...

where you died
and she couldn't protect you?

That guilt is gonna follow her
her whole life.

She'll end up mad at herself
and mad at the world.

Please, we have to go.

My daughter is strong.

In time, with God's love,

she will let go
of these burdens.

Jane, don't do this, please.

It came from the jail.
It must be the witch.

Thou must go with haste.

You shall not flee
your punishment, witch.

Your trial awaits.

It's useless, piece of...

I know you're there,
you old bat.

Why don't you show yourself, eh?

We'll have ourselves
a little chat.

A simple please and thank-you
would do, my pet.

Although it has
been quite amusing

watching you prattle on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
all right, Granny.

You've had your fun,

and now it's time to let go
of dear Prudence

and be on your merry way.

All I want is to make
the world a happier place.

You got her mother thrown
in the bloody clink.

And what about that bloke
who had his eyes

pecked out of his skull, eh?

That man was a liar.

They are all liars,

and simple-minded pests like
that must be taught a lesson.

Oh, "pests."

Intriguing choice of words.

Before Prudence,
all the girls I helped

were just take, take, take.

"I want a new dress,
Godmother."

"I want to go to the ball,
Godmother."

So I gave, and I gave,

no matter how absurd
the request.

I mean, who would ever choose
to wear glass slippers?

Imagine the blisters!

And what did I get in return?

A thousand years locked away

in a dank
and miserable dimension.

So it was humans
who put you away, eh?

Well, it serves you right,
you bitter old nag.

You don't want Prudence happy.

You want her raging.

That's how you settle the score,

by using a child's anger
to rain down hellfire

on those poor bastards
out there.

Hellfire, you say?

Not a bad idea.

Ta-ta, my pet.

My Prudence will be
needing me soon.

And what situations

require our continued funding,
Director Sharpe?

Sir, do you remember

when dinosaurs took over
downtown Los Angeles?

Or when a telepathic gorilla
tried to kill Barack Obama?

You know that I don't.

And that's because
we did our job.

The timeline was
in complete shambles,

but I'm proud to say
that we finally put things

back into its proper place.

So your job is done.

What are all these people
still doing here?

See, the timeline
is very fragile.

There's always a threat
of one kind or another.

Now there's magic.

- Magic?
- Yes.

You see, last year,
there was a time demon

named "Mollus."

Mallus, but it... it...
We're not gonna...

And in order to kill him,

the legends broke his prison,

which, surprise, surprise,

released an unknown number of
other dangerous magical beings,

all of whom got spat out
across the timeline

and now must be hunted down
and sent to hell.

Did I miss anything?
No, actually.

You know, I've had to oversee

some really far-out projects
in my career,

but I can't in good conscience
have the D.O.D.

pay for a department
that fights fairy tales.

Sir, uh, with all due respect,

you cannot shut us down, please.

The damage that these
supernatural fugitives

can cause is unfathomable.

Director Sharpe, you seem
like a very capable leader.

Now, you say there's magic
out there.

And I say that I need proof.

- Well...
- Here's proof.

A unicorn ate my nipple.

Right.

- Um...
- I'm shutting this place down.

Gary, put it away!

Have you guys seen Z?

With the witch?

Prudence isn't a witch.
Not that witches are bad.

Prudence is alone.
I just checked. Gideon.

Miss Tomaz gave me
explicit instructions

not to tell you
that she was leaving the ship.

That can't be good.

Stay with the kid.
Don't piss her off.

Where the hell are you, Z?

And, lo, she called upon
her master to set her free.

And were it not
for these brave men,

she might have succeeded.

And now...

before your very eyes...

The mark of the Devil
upon her flesh.

It's a birthmark, jerk.

Watch now as I attempt
to draw blood

from Satan's brand.

It will not bleed.

Oh!

Back.

The word of God
shall be my shield.

It's a sign.

Oh!

The witch... stop her before
she destroys us all.

Stop it.
She didn't do anything.

Why can't you idiots
see what he's doing?

He's convincing you
to kill your neighbors

for imaginary crimes.

If you're looking for the real
source of evil in this town,

it's him.

Witch.

Witch, another witch.

Remove that cursed
bauble from her.

What the hell am I doing?

Take her now.

I'm sorry.

No.

The Devil's hold
over these witches

is stronger than
we have ever faced.

Hanging them will not suffice.

They must burn.

Burn, burn, burn...

You feel that, don't you, deary?

Something is amiss.

I worry for my mother.

I thought she'd be
rescued by now.

It does seem odd.

You were promised
by those strange visitors

that she would be saved,
were you not?

Curious, then,
that they have not delivered.

Shall we see what the delay is?

Can you do that?

I can do anything, sweetkins.

All you must do is ask.

According to
the historical record,

Jane Hawthorne
was executed as a witch.

That was canon before
the fairy godmother

affected the timeline.

We can't change that.

Looks like your new friends
lied to you.

They have no intention

of saving your poor,
helpless mummy.

Now, what would you have me
do about that, my pet?

Ho!
Prudence, hold on.

Out of my way, you swine.

Ta-ta.

Bloody hell.

Shut up.

Stay back.

Come, deary.

Let's show these nasty villagers

what real magic looks like.

Hey, how'd it go out there?

Well, you better start
packing your things,

because he just gave the entire
Bureau an eviction notice.

Did you tell him
about the magical creatures?

Oh, yeah. He's not buying it.
He needs proof.

Oh, that is such a Hank thing.

Well, maybe he'll believe you.

Why don't you just
tell him the truth?

Nate, it can't go worse than
what just happened back there.

Look, I spent my whole life
trying to convince Hank

that I made something of myself,

and most of the time,
I was faking it, okay?

So he's supposed to suddenly
believe I'm a superhero

who fought a unicorn... come on.

Look, I know
it's hard doing good

when it seems like
no one notices,

but I have seen
the good that you can do, okay?

And that's why I believe
that you can help us here,

not because you're Hank's son,
but because you... look at me...

You are a hero, okay?

Now, Gary's seeing him out.
We still have time.

- You schmoozed me.
- Did it work?

You sure I can't interest you

in a coffee, tea, fizzy water?

Just the validation.

I think you're doing
a great job.

Validation.

Okay.

Hello.
Is anybody here?

Gideon,
I don't have time for this.

I need proof that magic exists,
and I need it n...

Hello, piggy.
What are you doing here?

I'm afraid that's
no ordinary pig, Mr. Heywood.

Shut the front door.

Ray, that's you?

Slow down.

You got turned into a pig.

But you think
you'll be better soon

because the team's
working on it as we speak.

Mick got turned, too?
Well, where is he?

Listen, I know you're
in a situation right now,

but I could really use
your help at the Bureau.

Yes, of course I'll carry you.

Come on.

In the name
of our Heavenly Father,

let these witches burn.

Cleanse this town
and its people of this evil

and send these wretched souls

to their master in hell.

You don't have to listen to him.

You know this is wrong.

This woman is your neighbor,
your friend.

She doesn't deserve this.

No one does.

This witch is more dangerous
than any we have faced.

She wore this cursed stone.

Let the women go.

Light the pyre.

Let God's work be done.

Do it, and he's dead.

My soul will live with God
for all of time.

Screw it.

No!

Stop!

Free them from the pyre.

Mother.

What's wrong with her?
What did they do?

She's gonna be okay.

Now, my pet, what shall we do

about that horrid man
who hurt your mummy?

I want him to burn.

Hank.

Are you sure
this is going to work?

No.

Nathaniel?
What are you doing here?

I work here.

That's right, Dad.
I'm a time traveler.

How... how do you even know
about the Time Bureau?

What are you doing with a pig?

You want proof magic exists?

Well, here it is.

Just give me a minute.

Now, Ray.
Ray, do it.

What? No, just come to life.

Prudence, listen to me.

This isn't who you are.

You're a good person.

He tried to kill my mother.

This town, these people...

They've killed
so many others already.

They deserve to burn.

And they will pay
for their ignorance,

but not like that.

How else will they learn, deary?

If these people
aren't taught a lesson today,

they will go and hurt others
for days and years to come.

You come from the future.

Can you honestly tell this child

that the hearts of men change
in all that time?

Do they?

No, they don't.

People always fear
what they don't understand,

and that fear
turns them into monsters.

But we can't let it
turn us into monsters, too.

We have to be better than them.

Be better?
What nonsense.

Be stronger, my pet.

Show them the power
that you possess.

Make them grovel at your feet
where they belong.

Think of your mother.

Yes, think of your mother.

What would she want you to do...

Get blood on your hands

or forgive them...

for they know not what they do?

Godmother...

Fire and brimstone
coming right...

I release you.

Ah, that's more like it.

Son, I don't know
who put you up to this, but...

Oh, yeah, I'm also a superhero.

And this is my friend Ray.

Oh, hi, Mr. Heywood.

Nice to finally meet you.

How much money do you need

to ensure that this
never happens again?

$4.2 billion a year, sir.

Done.

Help!

Ow, ow, ow, ow,
ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

You vile, meddling bitch!

And that is for taking my mouth,

you silly old bat.

I was so terrified
of losing you, Mother.

And I you, my sweet girl.

So what now?

Am I free?

Yeah, you're free,

but you're gonna need
a change of scenery.

Thank you.

Where on Earth
are you taking me?

Oh, not on Earth, love.

Where I'm sending you
is a touch hotter,

or so I hear.

You intend to send me to hell.

I could be persuaded otherwise.

I'm listening.

You need a host
to conduct your magic,

and let's just say
I'm in need of a miracle.

You want to be my new host?

Tit for tat, deary.

John Constantine...

Yes, my pet,
I know exactly who you are.

I know you're on the run,

and I know who's coming for you,

and, believe me, I'd rather
face hell than piss him off.

Well, I am happy to oblige.

This is your last chance,
Granny.

There's no helping you, deary.

You're more damned than I.

Bippity, boppity...

Oh!

Miss Tomaz
has entered the bridge.

I see that, Gideon.

Exit narc mode.

Narc mode.

You're not
the only one on the ship

who knows how to get Gideon
to do things.

I wanted to talk to you.

You don't have to say anything.

I already hate myself.

No, it's not like that.

I-I understand
why you did what you did.

I've felt that rage
before... a lot.

Well, I haven't.

Turns out sarcasm
is a really great way

to hide some seriously
deep-seated anger.

I get it, and that's all
I wanted to say,

is that if you want
to talk to me, I'm here.

Look...

In 2018...

I found my mom.

I didn't talk to her, but...

she was right there, and...

I couldn't think
of a way to save her.

Yeah, it's hard.

I've lost a lot of people, too,

and I still think
about saving them.

And I don't think that anger
ever goes away.

It's okay.

You just can't hold it in
all the time.

I'm not really sure what
I'm supposed to do with it.

Well, let's figure it out...

together.

And then we formed Voltron-Beebo

and opened a serious can
of whup-ass on Mallus,

thus saving the universe
for the second time.

So this is what you've
been doing with your life

for the past two years.

Wow, Nathaniel, you did it.

You finally found
a useful application

for that history degree.

Still not letting it go.

Take the win, son.

You've done good here.

I look forward
to working with you.

Dinner Friday?
Yeah.

Here you go.

Parking is right this way.

Do you hear that?

That's $4.2 billion,
hell to the yes.

Meet me uptown, Ava Sharpe.

Mm.

Okay, that was terrifying...

- Yeah.
- But clearly effective.

Thank you.

Anytime.
Always happy to help.

How about tomorrow?

Now that I have $4.2 billion
burning a hole in my pocket,

you said you could
use some income.

I could use a guy like you
around here.

You know, think about it.

Clothes, check.

Non-cloven digits, check.

Portal home...

Check.

After you, my friend.

Um, you go ahead.

I'm gonna stick around
a little while longer,

give dinner with Dad another go.

Oh.

Oh, okay.
Yeah, great.

So, uh, we'll... we'll see you
for the next one.

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

Greg, move your head.