You're still mad at me for punching out that Nazi in the club, huh?
I'm mad because you blew my cover.
I'll never be able to go undercover in Paris ever again.
Yeah, sorry, I didn't think about that.
I imagine that's a pattern with you and your group.
But I can't dwell on it.
Getting stuck on past mistakes
only takes focus off the primary goal at hand.
Well, I got to admit,
watching your team work like a well-oiled machine
kind of makes me feel like I'm doing this whole hero thing wrong.
If it's any consolation, Dr. Palmer,
you're not really a hero.
We better get ready.
We've spotted the Baron's caravan. ETA five minutes.
I've got eyes on the Baron.
What the hell's going on down there?
Animal Girl and I are going after Krieger.
In the field, I'm called Vixen.
Our target is the convoy.
We've got the convoy covered. Pursue the Baron.
The mission is the amulet.
Our mission is Krieger.
We don't have time for this.
Give me a moment. I--I--
need to assess the situation.
Krieger's getting away, man.
What the hell was that?
We're under attack.
It's Krieger! He turned into a--
We need backup!
帕尔默博士 雌狐 能听到吗
Dr. Palmer? Vixen? Do you read?
Their comms are down.
Oh, my God.
- I've got the amulet. - Good work.
Dr. Mid-Nite, Stargirl,
Vixen and Dr. Palmer need assistance.
But I think we have a new problem.
Grey, you got to get 'em out of there!
I just need a minute.
快点 灰老头 做点什么
Come on, Grey! Do something!
Fall back. Get Obsidian.
Mick, lay down fire to cover our retreat.
Now you're talking.
Mick! Come on!
Uh--Commander Steel, do-- do you still have the amulet?
Yes, sir! En route to your position.
What about Ray and Amaya?
You just can't leave 'em there.
Nor can we engage this super-Nazi.
Not without compiling more information first.
This is not a science debate, Grey!
该死的 杰佛逊 我知道
Damn it! Jefferson, I know that!
But for now, they're on their own.
I must admit, it's a feat of engineering.
Far beyond anything I have ever seen
or expected from you Americans.
Well, maybe you Germans should just stick to your luxury cars.
Why should I fear a robot suit
when I have become der Ubermensch?
You really think a single case
of 'roid rage is gonna win you the war?
Once I have replicated the super-serum for the entire Wehrmacht.
But you haven't replicated the--
What'd you call it? Super-serum?
Kind of on the nose, don't you think?
If all this is just a preamble to you killing us,
get it over with.
I was hoping to torture you a little bit first,
but since you're in such a rush,
I will be glad to accommodate you with your schedule.
I'm a scientist.
That exo-suit? I invented it.
I can help you with your little supply and demand problem.
I'll even improve it.
Just don't shoot her.
I hope you are as smart as you say you are,
for her sake.
You know he's gonna kill us both even if you help him.
I have a plan.
That's what I'm afraid of.
We have the Amulet. Now what?
First priority is making sure Ray and Amaya are alive,
and then getting them out of the bunker
where the Nazis are holding them.
Actually, our first priority is destroying the Baron
and whatever serum is making him indestructible.
Perhaps we could propose a trade.
Their lives for the Amulet.
Unfortunately, the Amulet's not ours to barter with.
We need an extraction plan.
We need to eliminate the threat.
Now, Professor Stein, please, tell us,
what is your plan of action?
How--how am I supposed to come up with a plan
when I can't even hear myself think?
Would--would you please all just leave?
I--I need a moment to collect my thoughts.
What the hell, Grey?
I can practically feel you going crazy inside my head.
Jefferson, I'm trying to determine the best course of action.
I wouldn't believe that
even if we didn't have a psychic connection,
which--hold on--we do.
I just don't know how Rip was able to do all this.
So many decisions to make, consequences to manage,
opinions to consider.
Trying to reach a consensus with this team
is like something akin to chaos theory.
That's the thing, Grey.
We don't need someone to reach a consensus.
We just need someone who can call the shots.
Then you should have put a tactician,
not a theoretician, in charge.
You were right, Jefferson.
I'm not a wartime consigliere.
Are they gonna be okay?
They'll live to fight another day.
It's what we do.
I used to fantasize about meeting you.
Trading stories or having a beer.
Or just making eye contact.
I'm sorry, I, uh,
I guess back at, uh, headquarters,
I was afraid to get too close to you.