Do it for the Fatherland, just kill her!
I thought that jerk was supposed to be dead.
-真对不起 -没事 没事 你安全了
- I am so sorry. - It's okay. It's okay You're safe.
- You're safe. - Oh, I shouldn't have said what I said.
What if it was the last thing we ever said to each other?
It doesn't matter. Nothing matters except that I love you.
Okay? I don't need anything else.
I don't need to get married.
I just--I just want to be with you.
- Okay. - Okay.
Gideon, fix him!
His pressure's dropping. We have to stanch the bleeding.
Right away, Dr. Snow.
Professor's going to be fine.
He's a tough bastard.
I can't find an entry wound.
Look at their vitals. It must be because of their connection.
What the hell does that mean?
Even though Jax isn't injured,
their life functions must still be linked somehow.
Well, how do we unlink them?
Their connection's the only thing keeping the professor alive.
Are you okay?
I can't even begin to answer that right now.
We should be on our honeymoon.
We should be on a beach,
drinking mai tais out of coconut.
Instead we're on this space ship,
looking for our friends' evil doppelgangers.
We should have just eloped.
- Kara? - Alex?
- Are you okay? - Yeah. Yeah.
- I can't believe they almost - I know, I know.
- I thought I lost you. - Me too.
So much for getting away from it all, huh?
I should have known better
than to think that a wedding on another Earth
is gonna solve all of our problems.
you know, fighting the evil versions of ourselves
does kind of put those problems in perspective, doesn't it?
Way to see the silver lining.
Hey there, friend.
No need to numb your feelings with alcohol.
The ghost is back.
不 不是鬼魂 我是莱奥
No, not a ghost. I'm Leo.
Leo Snart from Earth-X.
It's okay, buddy.
I know you're hurting over Firestorm.
Get your hand off me.
怎么了 搭档 告诉我
What is wrong, partner? Talk to me.
You're not my partner.
You're a gangbanger.
I think you mean "Doppelganger."
And there was one of you on my earth, too.
Rest his soul.
Wait. I'm dead on Planet Nazi?
Let me guess. In a fire?
You just kept going back into that burning police station
until the last officer had been rescued.
I died trying to save pigs?
I'm gonna be sick.
How you feeling, Jax?
Oh, don't worry about me. How's Grey?
I have him sedated. Don't worry.
Gideon and I are doing everything we can to fix him.
Still no improvement?
He's getting worse.
Marty or Jax?
I just can't believe there's nothing Gideon can do.
Professor Stein shouldn't even be alive right now.
The only thing that kept him from dying is--
- Jax. Bonding with him. - Yeah.
Jax is basically functioning
as a human life-support machine,
able to keep the professor alive but...
only for so long.
Does Jax know?
That he's gonna die too?
I didn't know how to tell him.
It'll be okay.
We got a whole mess of smart people on this ship.
Somebody's gonna figure out something.
Oh, man, I have just died and went to geek heaven.
Told you we picked the right guy.
Picked the right guy to do what?
Meet out resident Earth-X expert, The Ray.
Well, uh, you can use my real name Ray Terrill.
Your secret identity is your first name
- with the word "The" in front of it? - Yeah.
Why? What's your secret identity?
真的吗 有点王婆卖♥♥瓜了 不是吗
Really? That's a little boast-y, don't you think?
Nah, it's just one of my favorite wrestlers.
Still--that's--you should change your name.
- Can we talk about these Nazis? - They vanished.
Owing to the fact that they have their own Waverider.
A Nazi Waverider?
Yeah, we had been tracking them
using the radiation signature given off by Overgirl
- because of her-- - Extreme exposure to the solar radiation.
Are these readings right?
Yeah, of course they're right. Why?
Well because the trace radiation readings on here
are slowly approaching the Chandrasekhar Limit.
- Which means? - Overgirl isn't just dying...
Yeah, if she doesn't get Supergirl's heart,
she'll create a supernova that will destroy...
the entire Midwest.
I need-- I need to tell you something.
Well, talk fast.
Because unless you're sedated,
Gideon can't do her thing, patch you back up.
Can't you see that
What-- what are you talking about, man?
I'm old, Jefferson.
And even if I hadn't been shot,