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- Incredible.

This is the exact formula

for the thermocore that's needed to build a new Firestorm.

How did you manage to arrive at something

that took decades to produce?

- But here's what I don't understand.

The Firestorm Matrix is unstable.

The thermocore reacts exponentially

to the rate of fission in the host body.

- Well, fortunately, Dr. Wells developed the Quantum Splicer

to address that very problem.

I-I'm so happy to see that you're taking an interest

in my work.

- What can I say, sir?

Nuclear physics is my passion.

- "Sir"?

The Cisco I know never dwelled on formality.

What's more, your hair is different,

your wardrobe neat, your comportment gentlemanly.

- Oh, yeah, you like?

I just subscribed to "GQ."

- Huh.

A snide attempt at humor...

almost Cisco-like.

Almost.

- What are you implying?

- What I am stating unequivocally, sir...

is that you are not Cisco,

which means I am not in S.T.A.R. Labs.

Furthermore, I will never,

never give you the formula.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Bravo, Professor Stein.

- [gasps]

What cocktail of hallucinogens have you given me, Doctor?

- Don't worry.

I would never dream of damaging that beautiful mind of yours.

I simply want to open it.

Finish the formula, and these little games of ours can stop.

- You'll never trick me into giving up my research.

And since you also cannot kill me

and destroy any hope of creating a Soviet Firestorm,

I would like a hot shower

and a change of clothes.

- And I thought I gave a good speech.

- I'm sorry. Have we met?

- 11 years ago,

you bought a nuclear warhead off me in Norway.

And then you and your time-traveling friends

tried to kill me.

Just like me, you haven't aged a day.

- I have a good hairdresser.

- [chuckles]

In my long life, I have met some

of the most skilled interrogators in history, but--

but since we are in the Soviet Union,

let me tell you a story about a friend of mine--

Joseph Stalin.

He became quite skilled at breaking a man--

carefully aimed strikes to the bridge of the nose,

along the shoulder blades,

and right underneath the chin.

Stalin gave me this as a gift.

- So it's to be torture, then?

Get on with it.

- No.

Nothing so prosaic for you, Professor.

There are infinite ways to break a man,

and I have an infinite amount of time.

- Firestorm is my life's work.

I will never allow you to pervert it

in pursuit of global conquest.

♪ ♪

- This is going to be so much fun.

♪ ♪

[exciting music]

♪ ♪

- Jefferson! Jefferson!

- Jax?

What are you doing in here?

Hey, are you all right? - [gasps]

[panting]

Yeah, I, uh--

I haven't been able to sleep the past two nights.

- I prescribed Mr. Jackson some mild medication.

- Which don't seem to be doing a damn thing.

- What's wrong?

- Ah, it's Stein.

They started in on him again.

He's scared to death. I-I can feel it.

He's trying to be strong, but-- - We're gonna get him back.

Ray and Rory too.

I'm sure Captain Hunter has a plan.

- [groans] It's my fault he got captured.

If--if he wasn't trying to protect me,

he would have never gone in there alone.

- It's gonna be okay, Jax, I promise.

- You don't know what kind of place they got him locked up in.

- Labor Camp Number 54--

formerly known as the Koshmar or "Nightmare" gulag.

Built in the 18th century--

- Can we skip past the Wikipedia crap

and get to the good stuff, like how to break in?

- Perhaps you didn't register that as a question, Gideon.

- I understood, but in its 200 years of operation,

no one has successfully escaped from--

- No offense, Gideon,

but I never met a building I couldn't break into.

- Well, I hope you're right.

Savage knows that Stein created Firestorm,

but if he finds out that he is Firestorm--

- Always Savage with you, isn't it?

My partner's in prison too.

- And Ray. - Yeah, whatever.

The point is you didn't lift a finger.

- You know damn well it was never my intention

to get them thrown into a gulag, but I had no other option.

Besides, I doubt that it's Mr. Rory's first time in prison

or second or, I imagine, tenth.

- All right, arguing is not

gonna bring the team back any faster.

And Rip's right.

Criminals usually do feel more at home in prison,

and they know it better than anyone else.

- So?

- So what if the key to breaking in

is asking someone who's been in and out of Soviet prisons

their whole life?

- And who might that be?

- Are you familiar with the Bratva?

- Ooh, the Russian Mob?

In 1986, they would have ruled the criminal underground

inside every prison.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Your tattoo.

It stands for "Menia Ispravit Rasstrel,"

if I'm not mistaken.

In English, it translates to, "Execution Will Reform Me."

- What brings you to the banya, little man?

- The name's Rip.

I understand that you're familiar

with the Koshmar Gulag.

- We need to break into that prison.

And can you make it fast? I despise the heat.

- A man by the name of Vandal Savage

runs a secret operation out of it--

a prison within a prison, if you will.

- I've heard of this Savage.

He has no respect

for my country's rich criminal traditions.

- So you'll help us?

- You men have no tattoos.

And a man who has no life story cannot be trusted.

Igor! Andrei!

♪ ♪

- Don't all volunteer at once.

[grunting and blows landing in distance]

- Igor and Andrei seem to be a bit preoccupied.

Now, about that gulag...

- No matter.

In this life, a man fights for himself.

[neck cracks]

- Perhaps you'd like this one.

- He's all yours.

- [yells]

- So you like having Vandal Savage

run his evil empire from your country?

- As much as a pig enjoys being Christmas dinner.

- Help us, and we will destroy his entire operation.

[knock at door]

- I just took out six men. You guys couldn't handle one?

- You killed my men?

- They're not dead yet.

And neither are you, assuming you help us.

- My organization runs black-market goods into Koshmar.

- Three of our, uh, well, comrades

are being held there by Savage.

- Koshmar is not a hotel for petty criminals.

If your friends are there,

they must be insane, ruthless animals.

- Hey. Howdy.

How you doing? - What the hell are you doing?

- Just being friendly.

This must be where they keep the VIPs.

- This is prison, jackass. There are no VIPs.

- Some of these guys have been here for a while.

Hey, maybe this guy knows where Stein is.

- [speaking Russian]

- The only thing you should be worrying about, Pretty,

is lasting the night.

- Stein needs help. He's in real trouble.

- Newsflash, so are we.

- [speaking Russian]

- Think they'll bring us blankets later?

- Now, according to Yuri,

this is where his men have access.

Got it?

- This isn't my first prison break.

- We got it covered. - So how can we help?

- By staying on the ship.

We don't need any more casualties.

Besides, Mr. Snart and Sara have got it covered.

- Whoa, man. Why does it feel like

we're on the JV team all of a sudden?

- What you are is one half of everything Savage needs

to change the face of the Cold War.

And you are the only person who can kill him.

- Yeah, so you can't just--

- I am not going to gift-wrap the two people

in the world that Savage wants the most.

- We should get going.

- Oh, Ms. Lance, could I borrow you for a moment?

I have something that might help you out with the mission.

- So what did you really want to talk to me about?

- Gideon, will you please show Ms. Lance the projection of 2016

should our rescue mission fail?

- I'd be happy to, Captain.

- So this is what will happen to Russia

if we don't get Stein back?

- Not Russia.

This is Star City.

The rest of world doesn't look much better.

- That's impossible.

- Not if Stein creates a stable Firestorm for the Soviets.

Here in 1986, they're already perilously close

to creating a prototype.

Listen to me, Sara. Everything-- everything we've tried

to achieve so far could be lost.

And not only will my family die 150 years from now,

but your family, your city...

your entire 21st-century world will suffer.

♪ ♪

- That's why we're gonna get Stein back

before Vostok can break him.

- Well, I-I hope so, but we need a contingency plan.

- What are you saying?

- I'm saying that if at any point throughout the operation

it becomes clear that Martin is...

beyond our reach...

- You want me to kill Stein?

♪ ♪

- Impressive how many weapons you can fit in that outfit...

And how much stupidity Raymond can squeeze into this one.

- The plan is to save him too, not just Stein and your partner.

- Oh, I'm gonna save Raymond, all right,

so I can beat some sense into him.

And what about you? - What about me?

- Clearly I'm not the only one with a side mission.

What did Rip keep you after class to talk about?

- He just wanted to go over a few details of the plan.

- He wants you to take out the old man, doesn't he?

It's the obvious play.

It's also heartless.

- The plan is to save Stein.

And if, for whatever reason, we can't,

Rip showed me what will happen to my home in 2016,

to our families.

If Stein breaks, the damage is irreversible.

- Been on a lot of heists, and even when things got rough,

I never took out one of my own.

- Well, this isn't a bank heist.

- First, he left my partner twisting in the wind.

Now he's gonna have you ice old silver-top.

We're all just pawns, Sara.

Come on, I'm the crook, you're the assassin--

- He's not just asking me to kill.

He's asking me to save the future.

And if, for whatever reason, we can't save Stein,

then I'm gonna do what needs to be done.

- Huh. It's just like scout camp.

[chuckles] Man, the food was terrible.

There was one time they gave us Salisbury steak--

- You ever stop talking?

- What I wouldn't give for a little Salisbury steak now.

Hey. Ray Palmer.

- Put your hand down.

- He might know where Vostok is keeping the Professor.

- Shut up and eat.

- Do you know if there's any other place

where they keep prisoners here?

We're looking for a friend.

- There is a place.

They send you there, you never come back.

You can hear the screams all night.

- This place, where is it?

- Who said you could eat?

- Hey, he's not hurting anybody.

- Who is this American with the pretty teeth?

Must be a comedian, da?

- I'm sure we can handle this like adults.

- [chuckles]

[crowd cheering]

Sooka!

[crowd continues cheering]

- I brought you something to eat, Professor.

- If this is a bribe, I politely decline.

- So stubborn, so proud...

so American.

- You've already built a thermocore,

so just build another one.

It'll only take you eight to ten years.

- You thought that, what, your friends stealing

the thermocore would save the West?

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

As if I would only build one.

♪ ♪

We're so close, Professor.

All I need to learn now is how to stabilize the thermocore,

and my dream of creating a nuclear man will be achieved.

- To what end?

If you launch a Soviet Firestorm,

the United States will have no choice but to retaliate.

Both countries will be annihilated.

- And out of the ashes, we will rise stronger...

just as we did when the Nazis invaded.

But America is weak...

with your Big Mac, MTV, movie-star president.

- Do you really think Vandal Savage cares

about the Cold War?

He's just using you, Doctor.

- Do not think of insulting Mr. Savage in front of me.

♪ ♪

- Hey, what's wrong?

- Something's changed.

Grey thinks we've abandoned him.

He's starting to lose it in there.

I can't take this.

- We've got to tell Rip.

- The guy who benched us?

He'll just tell us to sit tight.

No, I hate feeling so helpless.

This is exactly what it was like when I blew out my knee.

I could barely walk, recruiters stopped calling,

my mom always crying.

[sighs] I just wish there was something I could do.

- Wait.

Your connection with Stein, it goes both ways, right?

- Yeah.

- So maybe we can send him a signal.

- Grey did tell me about this one time he and Ronnie--

Get a knife. You need to cut me.

- Tell me how to stabilize Firestorm.

- If Einstein had the opportunity,

he would have traveled back in time

to prevent the creation of the atomic bomb.

How can I in good conscience lead the world

to the invention of something far more destructive?

- You don't really have a choice.

This toxin, it's not lethal,

but it will make you wish that it were.

[suspenseful music]

- Are you sure about this?

♪ ♪

- So, Professor...

♪ ♪

Would you like to talk, or would you prefer to scream?

- Do your worst, Doctor.

- [speaking Russian]

- Hey, Pyro, what was that there back in the yard?

- Just your typical prison alpha.

He didn't like you threatening his reputation.

- Not that. I mean you sitting there

while I was getting my ass kicked.

- None of my business.

- None of your business? None of your business?

We're... supposed to be a team.

- The only team I'm on is mine and Snart's.

Besides, you had that beatdown coming.

- Oh, well, I can't sit back

and watch an old man get pushed around.

- Then you're a bigger fool than I thought.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- These are the ones I want.

♪ ♪

Remember me?

♪ ♪

- Identification papers.

- Yuri the Bear sent me.

- Remember, we get Stein first.

- And if the plan fails, you'll kill him.

You want my advice? - No.

- Don't use your gun. Do it with your hands.

Do it while you're looking right into Stein's eyes.

- You're talking about a member of our team.

- I just don't want you to forget

who we're talking about.

♪ ♪

- Thank you.

Valentina has failed to make you talk.

Now it's my turn.

♪ ♪

- Colonel, let's begin.

♪ ♪

- So are you still planning-- what did you threaten before?

To go all "Rocky IV" on my ass?

- [laughs] I've changed my mind.

[electricity crackles]

[both grunting]

[panting]

Ivan Drago lives at the end of the movie.

Ha-- [both grunting]

[both screaming]

[electricity crackles]

[both grunt and pant]

- Isn't he supposed to ask us some questions?

- They don't care what we got to say.

We're just part of the show.

- Stein.

Professor, we're okay.

Don't tell these bastards anything!

[electricity crackles]

[both grunt and scream]

- If you think I have a sentimental attachment to them,

you are as foolish as you are mad.

- You held up longer than expected.

[electricity crackles]

[both scream and grunt]

But if 4,000 years of life has taught me one thing,

it is patience.

[suspenseful music]

- When I get out of here--

- That is your mistake--

thinking that you'll get out of here.

- Hey.

Can I get some water in here?

Something to drink? I'm a little thirsty.

A sandwich would be nice-- a little turkey and mayo.

They have mayo in Russia?

No. [scoffs]

At least in America, you get a last meal.

This Communism really sucks.

- What are you doing, Boy Scout?

- Yes, Boy Scout, what are you doing?

- Nothing compared to what I did to your mother last night.

- You have quite a mouth on you.

- So does she.

[screaming]

- Enough! You're killing him!

- That's it?

- Oh, but the colonel will think that we are cheating him.

- I'll tell you how to stabilize Firestorm.

Just let them live, please!

- So how does it feel to be dead again?

- Take the next left.

- You can't be down here, comrade.

- I was ordered to take this corpse to the incinerator.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Dr. Vostok used him for one of her smallpox weapons trials.

♪ ♪

Highly contagious.

♪ ♪

- All right, this duct should take us to solitary.

We get to Stein-- - Yeah, I'm not going.

- That's the plan. - That's Rip's plan.

My priority is Mick.

- Fine. Forget it.

So much for your code, crook.

- Anytime, assassin.

- Of all the dumb things I've seen in my life,

you getting that guy to beat on you takes the cake.

- You're welcome.

- You think you proved something back there?

- Proved I wasn't scared.

- Proved you make a great piñata.

He could have beaten you to death.

- There are some things that are more important than survival,

like standing up for what you believe in,

your principles, your team.

There must be something you're willing to die for.

- The perfect score.

- Well...

only difference between us is how we define "score."

- I'm sorry to inform you, Captain.

The probability of the United States

losing the Cold War has risen to 99%.

Star City, the seat of the resistance,

is predicted to fall in 2003.

- Come on, Sara.

♪ ♪

- You mentioned

the Quantum Splicer earlier, Professor.

Your friends are counting on you to make the right decision.

- I have eyes on Stein.

- The future is cementing.

You must extract Stein before he enters the lab!

♪ ♪

[man shouts indistinctly] - Kill her!

- What's happening, Ms. Lance?

- I couldn't rescue Stein.

- Have they moved him into the lab?

- Yeah, where Savage has every guard

in the gulag watching him.

- Well, if that's the case...

- I know what I have to do.

- The formula for stabilizing Firestorm, Professor.

- This may surprise you, but in my youth,

I longed to visit Russia.

I was obsessed by your culture--

Rachmaninoff, Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy.

- Stop stalling.

- It's a shame I-I never got to see it before the collapse.

- What sort of nonsense are you talking about?

- In 1991, your economy fails, and your empire crumbles.

But the truth is the world is better off.

In my time, crooks and thieves rule your country,

desperate to hang on to power and the riches

they divide amongst their cronies.

My country is by no means perfect,

but at least we are free to criticize our government,

vote in fair elections, and love whom we choose.

I, uh, hate to break this to you, Dr. Vostok.

You are on the wrong side of history.

- For now.

But you will help us change history.

Proceed.

- Gideon, are you able to detect

the Professor's life functions remotely?

- Yes, Captain. His pulse is still strong.

- Yeah, not for much longer.

- Rip, Jax and I need to talk to you.

- Now is really not a good time.

- Yeah, this will only take a minute.

I know you think you can't risk losing us,

but that's assuming we'd fail.

- And we won't.

I'm not afraid anymore.

I can do this.

- And I don't got to be Firestorm

to be a part of this team.

- Look, I am not prepared to risk anyone else.

Ever since-- - Carter?

His death wasn't your fault. - I know.

But Stein's will be.

- All I got to do is touch him,

and we can fly out of there.

- Yeah, once you've scaled a 50-foot fence

topped with razor wire, gotten past eight sharpshooters,

and entered a gulag full of the most dangerous criminals

in the U.S.S.R.

- Okay, so you create a distraction,

and I'll fly Jax in, and no one will see us.

- Listen...

you're playing chess without all your pieces on the board.

- Maybe you're right.

- So that's a "yes"?

- You call that a flame?

- Ah. Nice costume.

- Got one for you too.

Wakey, wakey.

Time to shrink... or not.

Let's go. - What about him?

We can't ditch him. He won't survive.

- Two guards walking out of here--not suspicious.

Two guards carrying him out-- suspicious.

- He took a beating for me.

- Raymond would take a beating for a total stranger.

Mick, if our time in the can taught us anything,

it's we look after each other.

It's you and me, right?

- So, if we enter here, we can cut the circuit breaker.

- Shutting off all the power.

- Distracting the guards and giving us time to save our team.

- The probability of this plan being successful--

- There is a 15-second window

where the sharpshooters on the tower

aren't covering the breaker.

- Which means that somebody would have to run 120 yards

in less than 12 seconds.

- Given Mr. Jackson tore his anterior cruciate ligament--

- Have a little faith, Gideon.

You can do this.

I know you can.

- It's done.

- You know, I've never seen a theorem so simple,

so poetic before.

With this, I can decelerate the subject's rate of fission

and decrease core body temperature.

Yet something's missing.

- I'm telling you, that is the equation--

everything you need to build a Quantum Splicer.

[both grunt]

- "We're coming"?

Explain.

- I cut myself. - Impossible.

You've been monitored ever since your arrival here.

So, unless some--

So, unless someone else was cut, yet it appears on your body...

- That's preposterous. - No, no, no.

You are somehow connected to the Burning Man.

That's how you were able to absorb

the nuclear energy at Luskavic.

- You are mistaken.

- No, You didn't only create Firestorm.

You are one half of Firestorm.

- That's ridiculous!

- Bring the core online.

And to think, all this time..,

you were the missing link. - Listen to me.

It is extremely rare to find two people who are compatible,

and without the Splicer--

- Have you ever merged

with a woman before, Professor?

I think you and I are gonna make a wonderful Firestorm.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- What the hell are they doing?

- What I should have done from the start--

helping rescue Stein.

- What about the time line?

- I have a plan.

Forget about the fail-safe.

- Isn't it a little late for plan C?

- Not if Jax can reach that circuit breaker.

- I can't believe you're risking your life for this idiot.

♪ ♪

- Okay, okay.

You got this.

12 seconds, open field-- done it a million times.

[exhales sharply]

[exciting music]

[knee pops] Ah!

Ah! [panting]

♪ ♪

Barry Allen who?

[alarm blaring]

[overlapping shouting, locks slamming]

- Electromagnetic locks.

- We're dressed as guards.

- Run.

♪ ♪

- Everyone back in your cells!

♪ ♪

- Enjoy your new cellmate! [laughs]

- No!

- That door leads to the loading bay.

From there, you can get to the jump ship.

- Hey, Mick, this is a strange kind of hug.

- Where are you going? - I got something to do.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Mr. Savage, I need to get you to the helicopter.

- Make sure the Professor enters the reactor.

His nuclear-mate is waiting for him.

♪ ♪

- Take the core to full power.

[machinery whirring]

[core crackles and hums]

♪ ♪

- There seems to be a riot going on.

You might want to reconsider your orders.

- Vostok knows Stein is the other half of Firestorm.

She's trying to merge with him.

♪ ♪

Rip, once Stein is inside the reactor,

he will become Soviet Firestorm.

Do you copy?

♪ ♪

I have the shot.

♪ ♪

- Sara, don't do it. - I don't have a choice.

It's the only way to save Star City,

the future.

- That's how a killer thinks.

And that's not you anymore.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[core crackles and hums]

♪ ♪

- Our energy...

♪ ♪

It yearns to be whole, Professor.

- Uh, without the Splicer--

Aah!

Without the Splicer, you'll never be able to control

our nuclear reaction.

You have to listen to me, Dr. Vostok.

Unless we un-fuse, you'll end up killing us both!

♪ ♪

[devices beeping]

- Rip Hunter must be a fool

to send you into my arms.

Come with me, Chay-Ara,

and I will find a way to prolong your life.

We will live together in eternity.

- No.

- No?

[gun clicks and hums]

- My answer will always be "no."

♪ ♪

- Go.

- You want to kill me again?

Doesn't this game ever get too old for you, Gareeb?

- It's Captain Hunter, if you don't mind.

- Oh.

- I'm here to make sure you never build a Firestorm...

and for my watch, actually.

You stole it from me during a pagan blood ritual

back in 1975.

♪ ♪

Ring any bells?

Ah, ah.

Slowly.

♪ ♪

- I have no desire to kill you.

I want you alive.

I want you to see the world burn.

I have looked so often at your wife and son

these last 11 years--

Miranda and Jonas,

their faces etched into my mind.

And when I finally get to meet them,

I will let them know that you and your friends

are responsible for their suffering.

- Not if I see you first.

♪ ♪

[device beeps]

♪ ♪

How's it going up there?

♪ ♪

Sara? Sara, are you there?

- Now you're on the comm?

We need to get out of here.

♪ ♪

- Whoa! Don't shoot! Grey's in there!

- Lot of good it would do anyhow.

- Man, screw this!

- What are you doing?

- I'm getting Stein back.

- We'll cover you.

[gun powers up]

♪ ♪

- I know you're in there, Grey!

- And he's begging for you to save yourself.

- I wasn't talking to you.

[wincing]

I was talking to Professor Stein.

- [chuckles]

- Your mind is stronger than hers, Grey.

I get it. I know why you've been so hard on me.

You're trying to protect me.

You don't want to lose me like you lost Ronnie.

And that's why I know you're not gonna let her kill me.

'Cause I've had you inside of my head,

and I know what a tough, old son of a bitch you can be.

So you got to fight her, because you and me,

we're Firestorm, Grey.

You and me!

♪ ♪

- [grunts] Jefferson!

You okay? - Yeah, you?

- Yeah.

- Not for long.

- I tried to warn her. Without the Splicer and myself,

her nuclear powers are dangerously unstable.

- [screams]

- It appears Dr. Vostok is having a bit of a meltdown.

It's--it's fascinating.

- I think what he means to say is "run."

- I'll have the jump ship

waiting just beyond the main gate.

♪ ♪

- [screaming]

♪ ♪

["We'll Meet Again" by Vera Lynn plays]

♪ ♪

- Courtesy of Yuri the Bear.

- How did you even have time to steal this?

- There's always time to steal.

- Thank you.

And just so you know,

I know you're more than just a thief.

- You took a beating for me.

We're even. End of story.

- Well, thank you.

- More drinking, less feeling.

- A toast to the first time

we haven't completely ruined the time line.

- Please tell me that's true, Gideon.

- The projections of the future are back to normal.

- I'll drink to that. - To Rip.

To things not going according to his plan.

- To the Captain. all: To the Captain.

- All right. - Hold on, Jefferson.

You're not quite 21. - Yo...

- In 1986, the drinking age in Russia was 12, so...

- Well, perhaps we can let it slide this one time.

After all, you were the hero today.

You saved my life. - Oh, that?

That was no biggie.

- Having merged with an insane Russian scientist,

I now know how lucky I am to have you as my partner.

- Partners.

- Stein doesn't know, does he?

That I almost killed him?

- That I advised you to kill him.

- It's funny.

When I was in the League of Assassins,

failure to follow through on a hit was unforgivable,

a thousand times worse than death.

[sighs] Maybe I'm losing my edge.

- Or gaining a new one.

The fact that you didn't pull the trigger speaks volumes.

You know, the safe move was to kill Martin

with the Cold War hanging in the balance.

I would like to think it was your humanity

that stayed your hand.

- I'd like to think that too, but I had some help.

[loud boom]

- What was that?

- We have been struck with an explosive projectile.

- No kidding. - Everyone get strapped in now!

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

No one should be able to-- [loud boom]

- You were saying?

[dramatic music]

- A scan of the vessel

suggests that it is the bounty hunter Chronos.

- Oh, man, this guy has impeccable timing.

♪ ♪

- He appears to be following us.

♪ ♪

Firing countermeasures.

♪ ♪

Countermeasures effective.

- Have we lost him?

- Yes, but not his missile.

Our aft shield is gravely compromised.

- Initiating evasive maneuvers.

♪ ♪

- Ah! The vodka was a bad choice.

- Impact in three, two, one.

- [grunts] - [screams]

- Sir, we've just been knocked out of the timestream.

- What does that mean?

- It means we're crash-landing

in place and time.

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

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 time line was safe.

- Yeah, Star City was intact in 2016.

This...

this is 2046.

- Don't move!

[gun clicks] - Oh, thank God.

- I said don't move.

♪ ♪

- It's me.

It's Sara.

- Hey, Oliver, look,

I-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.

- Greg, move your head.