Half dozen men snatched off the streets
only to have their bodies dumped three days later
completely drained of blood.
Waited my whole life to kill one.
Do you just carry that around all the time?
My whole life.
There's no such thing as vampires.
Increased immigration at the fin de siècle
and the fear that good English women would lose their virtue
to foreign predators is responsible for these ludicrous stories.
I say we go see what's so interesting
about this anachronism.
Victorian London. Opium dens and low-cut corsets.
Arthur Conan Doyle and the rolling fog.
梅毒 娼妓 还有吸血鬼
Syphilis, whores, and vampires.
There's a strong smell of garlic.
It's tied around my neck.
Yep, you're a regular Van Helsing.
That's from Dracula.
I'm reading it. Don't tell me the end.
Another vampire victim found dead in the street.
Oy, gimme that.
What the hell is he talking about?
The blood-sucking creatures that we're here hunting.
Oh, no. Short-term memory loss.
One of the side effects of the serum.
Shh, come on.
- Who are you lot? - Oy, Scotland Yard.
We're here to see about these so-called vampire attacks.
And we're with the NYPD.
Nothing like a bit of cooperation
-总是好的 对吧 -对
- from across the pond, right? - Right.
- This one of the victims? - Unlucky devil.
You don't want him coming back to life, do you?
What's going on here?
Scotland Yard has already visited twice,
and if the NYPD is issuing ladies warrant cards,
then I'm the bloody Queen.
All right, who brought their phone?
Wasn't me, even though I do love that song.
That's not a phone.
That's a 2016 Palmer Tech 7G smart watch.
Hand it over.
I don't know what you're on about.
You want some of this?
Who does that watch belong to?
No? All right.
Mick, stake him.
All right. All right.
A vicar was walking down the street as calm as can be
when a dead man fell from the sky.
It wasn't no normal corpse, neither.
No identification, strange clothes,
- and that there watch. - Which you stole.
He wasn't gonna miss it. I will, though.
It is the finest timepiece I've ever seen.
It did sell better in England.
So, where's our John Doe now?
Well, I buried him in Stone's Hollow.
And the next day, the first vampire victim
was snatched from the street.
'Cause that corpse you buried was a vampire from the future,
-你个蠢货 -好了 该走了
- you idiot. - All right, time to go.
-你们是谁 -今晚 我们是掘墓人
- Who are you lot? - Tonight, we're grave diggers.
All right, we're looking for one unmarked grave among hundreds.
I say we split up. Check them row by row.
Or we can start with the one that's already dug up.
The vampire must've dug himself out before nightfall.
Damn it, that anachronistic corpse was our only lead.
Wait, did you hear that?
杀了它 杀了它 杀了它
Kill it, kill it, kill it!
- Rip. - Rip?
-欢迎来到伦敦 -听着 英国佬
- Welcome to London. - Listen, Englishman.
Those time pigs try to take me,
I'll burn 'em alive.
The--the Time Bureau are not actually
aware of my current whereabouts.
And as surprising as this may sound...
I need the Legends' help.
Ms. Jiwe. I was surprised to hear that you'd rejoined the team.
It's surprising to me too.
I trust we're not under arrest?
- Far from it. - Rip?
-怎么 -里普 你是从哪冒出来的
- What... - Rip, where the hell did you come from?
Where'd he come from?
What--where-where do any of us come from?
You know, what are the odds of that one lonely sperm
meeting with that one special egg?
You know us science types are always still
wrestling with the big questions.
We've answered those questions, Dr. Palmer.
I need Jax's help, with this.
There's some GPS data on here,
and, um, it might be able to tell us
where our dead man walking came from
and, uh, where he's going. Or her.
Oh, man, the short-term memory loss is worse than I anticipated.
Marty's definitely gonna notice.
It's okay. Uh, I got this.
我只要开始写备忘 像是 里普回来了
I'll just write myself a note. Like, uh, Rip's back.
Excuse me, what's going on?
-什么 没什么啊 -你们的行为很奇怪
- What--nothing, man. - You're acting awfully strange.
Oh, it's, uh--
You know-you know how that is.
- Dad. - Is everything all right?
Ronnie won't sleep.
Your lullabies are the only thing that work.
All right. Uh, excuse me.
这个优先 好了 小家伙
Priorities. All right, little guy.
It's time for you to go to sleep.
*Hush, little Ronnie*
*Don't say a word*
- Come on, man. - All right.
We'll continue with the plan.
But not until we figure out whose watch this is.
Which could be difficult.
"Digital Digest" gave my software encryption
a five padlock rating.
Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.
I--I didn't realize that you were praying.
Mecca's that way.
I was just looking for my earring.