Time travel is real,
and so are its consequences.
When a terrible time paradox put all of history in peril,
an elite team was formed.
Their job-- to protect history
and repair these so-called anachronisms.
Unfortunately, this is not that elite team.
And yet, this team of misfits and outcasts is determined
to fix the history which they have broken.
Not because they are heroes,
but because they are Legends.
Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...
Seeing Stein with his grandkid earlier--
You two are inseparable. Literally.
I want to break up Firestorm.
Your totem's strength grows
when the threats that you must face become more powerful.
But you cannot face this new threat alone.
That amulet is a totem. We're bound together somehow.
Cut the crap and tell me what we're facing here.
That information is need-to-know.
The only thing you need to know--
your Ridiculous Team could never handle it.
They are the reason Mallus is a threat.
And there might just come a day when we need the Legends
to do what they do best.
You best stop following me, guv.
That is a most impressive scream.
In another era,
you could have a career alongside Vincent Price.
Rigor mortis hasn't set in.
He's been dead less than four hours.
Extreme pallor in the face and fingernails
suggest rapid blood loss, yet not a drop to be seen.
Killed off-site, his body dumped here,
far from the illustrious streets of his upbringing.
A handkerchief with his college crest--
a graduation gift, no doubt.
What do you make of that?
Improbably, it appears that our killer is...
You sure you want to do this? Break up Firestorm?
Well, I'm sure Grey wants off the ship,
but I'm sure that can't happen
if we're still bonded to each other, so--
Yeah, but your bond isn't just physical.
You guys have been psychically bonded for over three years.
Yeah, and it's been no picnic, let me tell you.
Last time I got laid, afterwards Grey said to me,
"干得漂亮 杰佛逊" 我是说...
"Well done, Jefferson." I mean--
could have done without knowing that.
I mean, Marty, know that you want to break up with him?
No clue. But if he did,
he'd say it was too dangerous.
Well, if you're really determined to do this,
severing your psychic connection could give us some
much needed mental space
to figure out how to untie the nuclear knot.
Well, let's do it.
I forgot. There might be a couple side effects.
What side effects?
Just, like, you know, facial swelling,
maybe a little gastrointestinal upset,
and short-term memory loss.
- How do you feel? - Normal.
Except... I'm not craving grapefruit.
Ray, it's 9:00 a.m.,
and I'm not craving grapefruit!
Let me get this straight.
This ship can make any kind of food you can imagine,
and you three picked grapefruit, a bran muffin,
After you try everything, you go back to the basics.
I lived my whole life eating rations and bland food.
From now on, I eat like a queen.
I'm glad you left 2042.
Actually, I wanted to talk to you guys
about going back to 2042.
Or better yet, 2041.
I was thinking, "Why is my family dead
when I'm on a time machine?"
Unfortunately, that's not how this works.
I thought you could change the past.
We can correct the past.
And the future, but we don't change it.
- Why not? - Because doing so could cause unforeseen,
possibly even disastrous consequences.
It's a temporal butterfly effect, if you will.
Try not doing something that would save your brother's life.
Does a sister count?
What's up, shipmates?
I got exciting news to share.
Team meeting in ten minutes.
And, Mick, I have beer.
One lousy beer for breakfast.
是的 你昨晚几点睡的 伙计
Yeah. What time did you go to bed last night, buddy?
我没睡 喝了很多咖啡 看不出来吗
I didn't. Drank a lot of coffee. Can you tell?
Nate, why are we staring at an anachronism map?
因为 船长 我对数据做了深度挖掘
Because, Captain, I did a deep dive on the data.
And the anachronisms we created
at first glance seem scattershot--random.
But since history is cause and effect,
I decided to do a little experiment.
I folded a linear timeline onto itself
following the mathematics of the golden ratio.
该死 吉迪恩 该你了
Damn it, Gideon. That was your cue.
My apologies, Dr. Heywood.
See, the anachronisms form a pattern.
Should have guessed. Though time may be broken,
like all matter in the known universe,
it still possesses a mathematical harmony.
Not exactly. What about those two?
Those two are outliers.
The first one is Seattle, 2042.
When the assassin tried to kill me.
Right, while cool--
not the part where, you know, you almost got killed--
it's not as cool as the other one.
How do I say this?
There's a vampire.