He knows what we want to do with the Spear of Destiny,
but he's being very coy about his plans.
Very well, Mr. Hunter.
Please lean towards the panel, if you would.
A retinal scan.
- Rectal scanner? - What?
It's an eye scan. Part of the bank's security.
You know, this whole situation sucks,
but man, I love being in the future.
- What? - What?
Retinal scan. Right.
Why, uh-- why is it not working?
Voice ID is next.
You need to speak your access code.
Yes, so, the one you set when you opened your account.
Get out of there now.
This was your plan.
Which I am trying to execute.
And failing spectacularly, per usual.
Look, we can't just let them call security.
I am calling security.
好主意 保安 不 这...
Great idea. Security, no, that's--
Security is awesome.
你不是想着要背叛我们吧 是吗 里普
You aren't planning on going rogue on us, now, were you, Rip?
I have told you. My name is Phil.
好吧 菲尔 认识你很高兴
All right, Phil. It was lovely knowing you.
Don't! We still need him.
He's useless to us.
Hey, I can be more useful.
Ah, damn it.
Security is gonna be on top of us at any moment.
Might I suggest you kill them instead?
Try and run, and I will find you
and feed you your testicles.
Oh, my God.
Reinforcements are on their way.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Okay, that should just about do it.
And now we just have to activate the Medallion
and see if Gideon can access its data.
So what are we waiting for?
Nothing, it-- it's just if--
If we've underestimated the size of the artifact's data stream--
We'll fry the ship's CPU and we'll all spend
the rest of our lives stranded in the Temporal Zone.
The ship's CPU has a name.
Can we at least talk about this before you connect--
You still there?
Oh, my God, we killed her.
Artificial intelligences cannot, by definition,
be killed, Dr. Palmer.
Yes, I know.
It's pretty remarkable considering we just mainlined
- 1.2 zettabytes directly into her brain. - Yeah.
I'm processing the Medallion's temporal output as we speak.
-干得漂亮 博士 -你也是
- Nice work, doctor. - Doctor!
You don't happen to have any champagne on this ship, do you?
Ah, 1998 Blanc de Noir.
I like beer.
Gets me drunk.
That tastes real.
It's completely synthetic.
The food fabricator can make anything.
Except American Cheese,
which is pretty much synthetic to being with.
Fake food never tasted so good.
Fake food for a fake person.
What did you say?
Uh, no. He didn't say anything.
Everyone has been looking at me weird
ever since I came on board this ship.
What are you not telling me?
Cat's out of the bag, Haircut.
You may as well tell her.
Tell me what?
Tell me what?
Sweetheart, I don't wanna rain on your parade,
but you're a, uh--
how would the Professor put it?
An abrasion-- No, that's not it,
You're a Time Aberration. You're a Time Aberration.
What is a Time Aberration?
I think maybe you should talk to your dad.
Perhaps we could all just talk about what went wrong.
Oh, I know what went wrong.
I listened to him.
If you'd have listened to me,
we would have walked out of that bank
instead of being chased out.
Either way, we came out empty-handed.
I seem to remember Eobard mentioning
how he was going to punish your failure.
If anyone's a failure, it's you.
You were the one who learned about Hunter's secret account,
yet seem not to know about a passcode.
No wonder they passed you over for Ra's...
You see, this is where he reminds me
that he was Ra's al Ghul.
Poor Malcolm. Always living in the past.
This is when I remind you about your future.
I've been there.
I've seen how pathetic you are.
In this future that you're from,
do I at least have two hands?
Either way, I intend to change my future,
but look at you now.
I don't even know why Thawne recruited you in the first place.
We could argue all night, Damien,
but I don't want to bore our guest here