I wanted to talk to you about before.
I know that it's tough.
That I'm not allowed to save my family?
Yeah, it's real tough.
You should take comfort
that your brother wanted you to have that totem.
You reclaimed it.
It's your birthright. It's your family's--
Hey, stop talking about my family
when you're telling me I can't save them.
What the hell was that?
This is the reason I asked you to stay aboard the ship.
The reason that I haven't returned home.
I don't know.
I was hoping that we could find that answer together.
Not to be... overly sentimental, but, uh,
I've missed this place.
We'd love to reminisce with you,
but your Time Bureau's on our tail.
Makes us slow to help you out.
I'll get down to it, then.
When I permitted the Legends to keep the Waverider--
Nobody permits us to do anything.
I had an ulterior motive.
Why does that not surprise me?
For the last five years, I've been chasing a phantom.
A name whispered across time and in every language.
The Phantom Mollusk? An evil shellfish?
An evil so ancient and powerful
that the Time Masters dared not speak his name.
Now, I believe that he is recruiting allies
from throughout time to his cause.
Now, anachronisms are the result of your breaking time.
It was her idea.
But these outliers,
they are most certainly the work of Mallus.
Now, the Time Bureau is a bureaucracy
and lacks the imagination
to understand this particular threat.
And Director Bennett objects to my crusade.
I'm alone out here.
So what I'm hearing is,
your hot new girlfriend dumped you
and now you're crawling back to your ex.
And I'm no one's side piece.
You know, I think they're onto something here.
We would love to take you back,
but we don't know how we could trust you again.
Would circumstances be any different
if I were to call off my hot new girlfriend's pursuit of you?
All right, what's your plan?
Right, this outlier-- the vampire--
is most likely the objective of Mallus.
Catch the vampire, catch Mallus.
Sounds like we're gonna need vampire bait.
Is it 'cause I'm handsome?
Overcrowding and poverty made Whitechapel
a breeding ground for criminal activity,
culminating in the Ripper's murders right around...
Isn't history fascinating?
It certainly is.
Trusting the Englishman was a damn mistake.
You know we're all on comms, don't you, Mr. Rory?
I don't give a rat's ass.
No sign of any vampires.
I wish this was like a Kristen Stewart type,
all broody and sparkly.
Vampires don't sparkle.
You know, Mick, you and the vamp have a lot in common.
You both like to sleep in, and, you know,
Stein? What are you doing out here?
Looking for you, dear boy.
We seem to have lost Dr. Heywood.
Nate, answer me.
- He's got Dr. Heywood. - Let's cut him off.
Well, that was invigorating.
You find Pretty?
No, we lost him.
We found potatoes.
Never fear. The game's afoot.
"我仿佛听到一个声音在喊"Methought I heard a voice cry,
不要再睡了"'Sleep no more!'"
No. Shakespeare, actually.
And it's Sir Stein to you.
It's not every actor who is knighted.
Oh, God. This can't be happening.
Thanks to your lifeblood,
my master will finally make his return.
But there's much to be done in the meantime.
Yeah, well, that wasn't creepy.
Nate, where are you?
I don't know, but I just had a chat
with Professor Stein's weird lookalike evil cousin.
Great-great grandfather, to be exact.
The famous stage actor, Sir Henry Stein.
The--the chances of us running into one of my ancestors
Family lore recalls him
as being an eccentric.
But then, what can one expect from an actor?
He's also an occult weirdo who kidnapped me to feed his master.
Excellent. The vampire will lead us to Mallus.
Stay where you are, Dr. Heywood.
Yeah, that's not gonna be a problem.
Whatever they roofied me with fritzed out my powers.
Can you describe where you are?
Uh, like a... an operating room?
All I know is there's a spooky-ass red moon painting on the wall.
- What's that? - It's, uh--
it's some of my research on Mallus.
"Beware the blood-red moon,