In 2166, an immortal tyrant named Vandal Savage
conquered the world and murdered my wife and child.
I have assembled an elite team to hunt him throughout time
and stop his rise to power.
Unfortunately, my plan is opposed
by the body I'd sworn my allegiance to--
the Time Masters.
In the future, my friends may not be heroes,
but if we succeed,
they will be remembered as legends.
Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...
You need to learn to embrace your human side.
And what if that side of me is gone?
What if she doesn't exist anymore?
No, this is a dictatorship.
You get to call all the shots,
and I get to take all the shots.
The most powerful evil the world has ever known
has just gone Red at the height of the Cold War.
She's trying to build a Soviet Firestorm.
Your comrade here tells me you know quite a bit
about this project of mine.
They're hanging us out to dry, Rip!
I need backup!
Half the team is gone.
I'm gonna remember that, comrade.
You and Dr. Vostok have much work to do in the morning.
This is the exact formula
for the thermocore that's needed to build a new Firestorm.
How did you manage to arrive at something
that took decades to produce?
But here's what I don't understand.
The Firestorm Matrix is unstable.
The thermocore reacts exponentially
to the rate of fission in the host body.
Well, fortunately, Dr. Wells developed the Quantum Splicer
to address that very problem.
I-I'm so happy to see that you're taking an interest in my work.
What can I say, sir?
Nuclear physics is my passion.
The Cisco I know never dwelled on formality.
What's more, your hair is different,
your wardrobe neat, your comportment gentlemanly.
Oh, yeah, you like?
I just subscribed to GQ?
A snide attempt at humor...
What are you implying?
What I am stating unequivocally, sir...
is that you are not Cisco,
which means I am not in S.T.A.R. Labs.
Furthermore, I will never,
never give you the formula.
Bravo, Professor Stein.
What cocktail of hallucinogens have you given me, Doctor?
I would never dream of damaging that beautiful mind of yours.
I simply want to open it.
Finish the formula, and these little games of ours can stop.
You'll never trick me into giving up my research.
And since you also cannot kill me
and destroy any hope of creating a Soviet Firestorm,
I would like a hot shower
and a change of clothes.
And I thought I gave a good speech.
I'm sorry. Have we met?
11 years ago,
you bought a nuclear warhead off me in Norway.
And then you and your time-traveling friends
tried to kill me.
Just like me, you haven't aged a day.
I have a good hairdresser.
In my long life,
I have met some of the most skilled interrogators in history,
but since we are in the Soviet Union,
let me tell you a story about a friend of mine--
He became quite skilled at breaking a man--
carefully aimed strikes to the bridge of the nose,
along the shoulder blades,
and right underneath the chin.
Stalin gave me this as a gift.
So it's to be torture, then?
Get on with it.
Nothing so prosaic for you, Professor.
There are infinite ways to break a man,
and I have an infinite amount of time.
Firestorm is my life's work.
I will never allow you to pervert it
in pursuit of global conquest.
This is going to be so much fun.
What are you doing in here?
Hey, are you all right?
Yeah, I, uh--
I haven't been able to sleep the past two nights.
I prescribed Mr. Jackson some mild medication.
Which don't seem to be doing a damn thing.
Ah, it's Stein.
They started in on him again.
He's scared to death. I-I can feel it.
He's trying to be strong, but...
We're gonna get him back.
Ray and Rory too.
I'm sure Captain Hunter has a plan.
It's my fault he got captured.
If--if he wasn't trying to protect me,
he would have never gone in there alone.
会没事的 杰克斯 我保证
It's gonna be okay, Jax, I promise.
You don't know what kind of place they got him locked up in.
Labor Camp Number 54--
formerly known as the Koshmar or "Nightmare" Gulag.
Built in the 18th century--
Can we skip past the Wikipedia crap
and get to the good stuff, like how to break in?
Perhaps you didn't register that as a question, Gideon.
I understood, but in its 200 years of operation,
no one has successfully escaped from--
No offense, Gideon,
but I never met a building I couldn't break into.
Well, I hope you're right.