Time travel is real,
and all of history is vulnerable to attack,
which is why we must travel through time
to stop the spread of these so-called time aberrations,
and to erase their damage to history.
We are a team of outcasts and misfits,
so please don't call us heroes.
We're something else. We're legends.
Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...
你回来了 我爱你 爸爸
You're back! I love you, Dad.
When I last left 2016,
that young woman did not exist.
I do not want to lose my daughter.
This amulet looks a lot like the one
we recovered off the Nazis.
There's gotta be a connection.
And we know that Damien Darhk and the speedster
are willing to kill for it.
It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
I cancelled tickets to the opera,
'cause I heard there were new players in town.
No one told me it was Halloween.
Well, it's more like Christmas.
That's--I like that, it's very good.
See, my associate and I have come with a proposition.
We've seen how you run your empire,
and we're impressed,
but there's room for improvement.
We'd like to offer our services.
I got a better idea.
How 'bout I show you how business is done in my town?
You or me?
Oh, I've got...
By now you've probably surmised
that my friend and I aren't from around here.
- What do you freaks want? - To help.
I thought I made--did I not make that perfectly clear?
New enemies are coming to Chicago,
and they will endanger your enterprises.
And you're saying you two can help me out?
Actually, there's three of us.
Pleasure to meet you.
My name is Malcolm Merlyn.
New suit's good,
but I think it needs those modifications Cisco mentioned.
It's a poor hero to blame a super suit.
是吗 "钢筋铁骨"战士 来吧 继续
Eh, exoskeleton. Come on, let's do this.
I wanna get the kinks worked out before our next mission.
What's the rush?
I think I'm doing a pretty good job picking up your slack.
We scientists have a name for that phenomenon.
It's called beginner's luck.
- What do you think you're doing? - Uh, s--sparring.
Yeah, he's helping me calibrate the new suit.
Last time y'all decided to spar,
- you wrecked my cargo bay. - Yeah.
Don't make me come down here again.
Don't you make me come down here again.
Don't you make me come down here again.
I'm gonna come down here again, I'm watching you.
What is going on with them?
- You don't have any brothers or sisters, do you? - Nope.
Sibling rivalry. Nothing to be too worried about.
This is why I'm glad I'm an only child.
Oh, Jefferson, I was just, uh, catching up on some reading.
"The Fundamentals of Motorcycle Repair"?
It's a fascinating subject.
Of course, I'm also researching the amulet
Ms. Lance last stole from Damien Darhk.
You know, you might be a genius when it comes to nuclear physics,
but when it comes to lying, you kinda suck at it, bro.
You were thinking about her again, weren't you?
I can't help it.
Every day, I recover new memories of her,
each one a gift.
Then I find myself worrying,
"What if there's a car accident, or--or a fire?
Or she could be struck by lightning."
Yeah, I'd be more worried about what happens
when Sara finds out you have a daughter that's a time aberration.
She's not an aberration.
The only reason Lily exists
is because you convinced your younger self
to pay more attention to your wife,
and less attention to putting on a condom.
You changed history,
and one of these days, either Nate or Gideon
or anybody revealing the historical timeline's
gonna figure that out.
According to my calculations,
if Lily's impact on history remains small enough,
she may be able to go undetected.
Excuse me, but Dr. Heywood's seismograph
has detected an aberration.
You were saying?
- Who installed the alarms? - That'd be me.
- We should kill him. - We got another one?
Yeah, and judging by these readings, it's a major one.
Is there really cause for all this alarm?
Perhaps the aberration isn't as large as we think.
The temporal tremors originate from Union Station
in Chicago, Illinois, October 17th in the year 1927.
I-I mean, I've always wanted to visit the roaring '20s
right in the middle of Prohibition.
That means no drinking. That's not good.
Well, actually under Capone,
Chicago was a hot bed of vice.
There was illegal drinking, gambling, prostitution.
Well, then, let's fire up a tub and get there.
Grab your fedoras, we're going to the 1920s.
I can't believe we're here.
What are you so happy about?
When I was younger, I'd read my mother's magazines,
and I'd see photos of Chicago.
I'd never thought I'd see it with my own eyes.
Well, keep those eyes focused on whatever's causing
those temporal tremors.
That's Eliot Ness.
他长得不像凯文·科斯特纳He doesn't look like Kevin Costner.
What if somebody tipped off Capone
that Ness is a future threat?
Then his life's in danger.