but I don't have to be there for the actual...
you know, consummation, do I?
It's beautiful, Your Grace.
As is yours. Who gave it to you?
You speak of her as if she is gone.
I hate to see a lady so beautiful so sad.
Enjoys the company of his male courtiers.
Why should I be denied similar...pleasures?
I need to know that the Queen is secure.
Meantime, I believe I've identified out assassins
and I'd wager those aren't just swords on their hips.
Yes, that would explain the aberration.
My love, there is no need for you to...
Sorry to spoil the mood.
Where the hell's Sara?
Everyone back to the ship!
That's easier said than done.
Grey, meet me on the north side of the house!
It's actually a chateau. What's your plan?
Oh, you've got to be kidding.
Oh, bloody hell.
That was the last assassin.
What did we say about using powers
and future tech, Dr. Palmer?
Well, yeah, but they started it.
Don't look at me.
I left my gun on the ship like a good little Boy Scout.
What's going on?
Who are you people?
I believe the Queen is waiting for you in her bedroom.
And I'll bet she's all warmed up for you.
Shut your mouth, Jax,
or I'll cut your eyes out and feed 'em to you.
I believe our work here is done.
Wait, how'd you go from the court of Louis XIII
to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean?
You said you wanted to hear the full story.
We do, just some of us have lives
that we'd like to get back to.
We got ourselves in trouble by visiting a time
we were told not to.
Who told you not to go to 1942?
Some guy in a hood named...
Said if we set foot in 1942 we'd be all screwed,
and then he just vanished.
Okay, if he told you not to go to 1942,
then why'd you go?
Put another successful mission down in the books.
Where are we off to next?
Gideon and I have calculated a 96% likelihood
of another aberration in Bhopal, 1912.
Why can't it be Aruba, 2016?
For real. We've been going non-stop
for the past six months.
Nobody wants to address the fact
that Cardinal Richelieu's men were armed with laser guns?
Clearly provided to them by a time pirate or some-such.
Ah, Grey's right. We need to find out who so--
You can get another chance of destroying the very history
that you're supposed to be protecting?
Ah, I knew I forgot something--
the part where Rip tells us everything that we did wrong.
As in seducing the Queen of France
just before she's supposed to conceive
the country's greatest hope for the future?
She seduced me.
All wrong, as in violating our policy
of not using super powers in front of people?
They had laser guns.
At least I didn't screw up this time.
Stealing's not screwing up.
Another successful mission, Captain?
Yes, well, it seems I don't share
our team's definition of success,
but let's see if our labors came to a certain fruition, shall we?
Well, that was fun.
I'm in no mood for a lecture, Sara.
Too tired from dishing 'em out?
Replacing the Time Masters is an enormous responsibility, Sara,
and one which I fear our team is ill equipped--
Gideon, are we under attack?
Negative, that was a shock wave generated by a time quake.
A disturbance in the Temporal Zone
caused by an unusually large aberration.
You never mentioned a time quake before.
I've never experienced one before. Gideon?
The shock wave's point of origin
was New York City, 1942.
Wait, what wasn't possible?
You said you and the Legends
discovered an aberration in 1942,
what was it?
My guess is it involved Nazis.
You could say that.
The Krauts nuked New York City in 1942.
Someone just blew up New York.
During World War II.
Think we can all guess who that someone is.
Nazis. I hate Nazis.
Aided by some sort of time traveling ally, obviously.
Wait, does that mean the Allied Forces lost the war?
In which case, why aren't we speaking German right now?
because we're in the temporal zone.
And because it takes time for the consequences of an aberration
even one as cataclysmic as this one,
to ripple throughout time.
So how much time do we have to stop it?
Isn't traveling to that particular time
precisely what Rex Tyler told us not to do?
Well, what's the alternative? We let New York blow up?
It's not like there are Time Masters left to stop it.
Miss Lance is right, we are history's last line of defense.
I like the sound of that.
I'd rather die than speak German.
Best case scenario, let's assume that Mr. Tyler is wrong
and we all end up not dying in 1942.
What if, in endeavoring to save New York,
we make things worse?
What could be worse than a genocidal fascist
nuclear-armed super power?