Listen to yourself.
You sound like some government--
- Clone? - I was gonna say "Stiff."
You know, Rip thought I could talk some sense into you,
- but maybe-- - Wait.
You're here because of Rip?
Why would you do anything for that man?
Ava, he lied to you.
He implanted false memories into your head.
He hired actors to pretend to be your parents.
I mean, what more is it gonna take
to get you to confront him?
I am prioritizing the mission over my own personal baggage.
You and your team should try it sometime.
No, that's not what you're doing.
because you're afraid of what you might find out.
What else is there to find out, Sara?
I'm one of thousands. I was grown in a lab.
There has to be more to the story, Ava,
and you deserve to know.
Look, you need--
You need to talk to Rip now.
Could do with a wee nip myself.
Everything good, Director Sharpe?
Are we good to transport Mr. Darhk back to the Bureau?
没 里普 还没准备好
No, Rip, we're not.
Where are you going?
To go talk to someone who can think straight
when the whole world has gone crazy.
So what you're saying is
you won't aid the man that killed your sister,
even if it will prevent Mollusk from escaping--
From escaping his inter-dimensional prison
and wreaking havoc across time?
Yeah, when you put it that way,
it does sound kind of petty.
Not at all. It sounds...
It sounds human.
Okay. But then what?
I'm just supposed to hand Darhk over to Ava
and let the Time Bureau deal with him?
Your ex is clinging to rules and regulations
in the face of the startling revelation
that she is...
I'm sorry--a clone, was it?
But here's the thing.
I'm not convinced the Bureau is best equipped
to stop a demon.
No, it sounds like that calls for
a much more unorthodox approach.
I really miss you.
Oh, hi guys.
I do hope you're not feeling all
I want you to listen to me carefully.
I don't believe for a second that you've changed.
You're still the same cowardly son of a bitch
that put an arrow in my sister.
But I will work with you to defeat Mallus
under one condition.
After this is over,
I'm putting you back in the ground where you belong.
So, do any of these flashing screens actually do anything?
How do we capture your demon daughter?
Um, if we coordinate a strike
between the Legends and the Time Bureau,
we might be able to take her down.
How did that work for you in Victorian London?
Besides, my little angel's only gotten more powerful since.
What if we just ask Nora nicely?
I did have a bit of a connection with her in Berlin.
Not that kind.
All right, maybe she'll listen to her dear old dad.
Not anymore. Nora only listens to Mallus now.
He's always in her ear.
That's it. What if I got inside Nora?
Not like that.
What if I shrunk down,
flew into her ear and pretended to be Mallus?
Okay, new guy on the team here.
Is that a joke plan or a real plan?
-我们完蛋了 -不 或许能行
- We are so screwed. - No, this could work.
We just have to convince her that it's actually him.
This is how you would serve your city.
You would risk its utter ruin.
I did what I judged to be right.
What you judged to be right?
You sent the Ring of Power into Mordor,
in the hands of a witless halfling!
Whoa, the vocal similarity to Mallus is uncanny.
- Quiet! - Gideon?
Who is that actor?
And how can we get him without dealing with his agent?
红皮革 黄皮革 怎么了
Red leather, yellow leather. Yeah?
- Mis-- mister Noble? - What?
We have some, uh, last-minute rewrites.
No worries! We'll fix 'em in post!
Tell Peter Jackson no more chickens, huh?
I ate four this morning, eh?
-什么事 哥们 -彼得修改的稿子
- So what's up, mate? - Yeah, so. Rewrites, uh, from Peter.
And he'd like me to, uh, run lines with you.
Okay. Uh, let's see.
"Nora, you must heed my command."
That's good. That's good.
- Who's Nora? - Nora.
Nora, she's a new character that, um,
well-- they wanted to beef up the female presence in the film.
You can't do that, mate.
It's Tolkien, "Lord of the Rings."
I know-- but it's a studio note.
Oh, studio note. Very good note, yeah, all right.
Yeah, from the top?
"Nora, you must heed my command."
Uh, "What is it, Master?"
"Go to the Waverider, Nora."
"I cannot go to the Waverider."
"The totems are ripe for the picking."
This is crap, isn't it? Aye?
- Oh, well-- - I mean, who wrote this?
- I mean, somebody... - Don't-- don't worry about it.
- took a lot of time-- - Don't worry about it.