Last season on "Legends of Tomorrow"...
We have the six totems,
but you can't fight what you can't see.
What if the only way to kill mallus is to let him out?
Guys, we did it!
My father's Time Stone.
He died to give you a second chance.
Don't waste it.
Whose brilliant idea was it to let an ancient demon
out of his bloody cage?
Well, you opened a door, love,
and Mallus wasn't the only thing that got out.
The newest musical sensation to cross the Atlantic--
a group of young men from Liverpool
who call themselves the Beatles
have just arrived at JFK.
because that's the way they keep the beat.
Z 非得选一个上♥床♥ 你选谁
Hey, Z, if you had to sleep with one, which one would it be?
How can you even tell them apart?
Well, Paul's the cute one,
George is the quiet one, there's Ringo--
Never met an Englishman I haven't wanted to punch in the face.
if it wasn't for the British Invasion,
就不会有后来的滚石乐队there would be no Rolling Stones,
没有齐柏林飞艇乐队no Led Zep,
没有黑色安息日乐队no Black Sabbath.
- Black Sabbath. - Yup.
Well, then we-- we need to protect these mopheads
from whatever's screwing up history.
That's right, Mick.
So, Gideon sent us on a wild goose chase.
This event in history is playing out exactly as it should.
The British are coming!
The British are coming!
Interesting fact: the real Paul Revere didn't actually say--
Oh, my God, it's Paul Revere!
- I got this. - Who are you people?
Where am I? Why are all those women screaming?
And now for the midnight ride of Ray Revere.
Sorry. Nate Revere to the rescue.
Now ring the alarm back in 1775.
I got a country to save, suckers!
See ya back on the ship, Nate.
The British are coming! The British are coming!
Geez, who died?
Oh, come on.
We just met the Beatles and saved Fourth of July.
No, it's cool; it's just all becoming...
I don't know. Old hat.
Yeah, we did spend all of last year
returning displaced people to their proper place in history.
Four years doing the same old crap.
Yeah, I'm beginning to think Wally had the right idea--
休息一下 理清思绪 环游世界
taking time off, clearing his head, traveling the world.
Speaking of the same old crap,
isn't that what he did last year?
Look, all I know is,
Constantine promised us new, mysterious monsters,
so where they all hiding?
We are all happy that there was only one dragon, right?
We don't want to be fighting werewolves in the Alamo.
Well, it would be good for our ratings.
- What ratings? - Oh, you don't know?
The Time Bureau rates all their employees.
But don't worry. We have a few dedicated fans.
Yeah, Gary doesn't count.
Who gives a damn about Time Pig ratings?
I want dragons.
What is wrong with you guys?
Don't you get it? Constantine was wrong.
Our crazy plan to let Mallus out worked.
Finally, we're not screw-ups forced to clean up our own mess.
For once in our lives, we are actual heroes.
Captain, I'm receiving a communiqué
from Director Sharpe.
Put her on, Gideon.
I would like you and your team to report
to the Time Bureau immediately.
Gideon, set a course for Star City-
I'm not talking about our field office, Miss Lance.
I meant our Time Bureau Headquarters in D.C.
Over and out.
Who told Ava about the dragon?
You sure that you can't tell us what all this is about?
Oh, I'd love to, but the boss-lady will kill me.
I can't. Director Sharpe said--
Whatever Ava threatened is nothing
compared to what I'm about to do to you.
你告诉了她龙头的事 对不对 盖瑞
You told her about the dragon head, didn't you, Gary?
- What? No. - Did Constantine get you to squeal?
We looked; there are no more monsters.
This isn't what you think. -
Then what the hell is it?
On behalf of the Time Bureau, I would like to recognize
Captain Lance and her crew for fixing the final Anachronism.
What does that even mean?
Well, it means that...
Paul Revere was the final crack in the timeline.
You, my friends, fixed history.
- The same history we broke. - Just take the win.
I don't want your stinking medal.
There's an open bar.
抱歉 莎拉 我知道你不喜欢意外
Sorry, Sara, I know you don't like surprises, but...
I like this one.
Now I was thinking maybe you could give me a tour
of the Headquarters, Director Sharpe.
Gee, I really wonder
how she managed to escape from the Time Bureau.
I mean--I mean, if I had to--
if I had to guess,