Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...
That's my mom.
There's no loophole where I can save my family
and not screw up history.
I'm so sorry, Z.
What the hell is going on here?
This is my dad, Hank.
The knuckle bones of a martyred saint--
they act as a divining rod, able to detect the presence
of beings not belonging to our world.
Where'd the unicorn go?
I sent that bastard straight to hell, didn't I?
You need to be a part of a team.
No, I would rather bloody top myself
than move in with you lot.
People around me get killed or far worse.
How's our magical upgrade going, Ray?
Almost done, I think.
Though they never covered
how to interface time seismographs
and enchanted bones in the Ivy U PhD program.
Well, that should do it.
My peers would say that science and magic don't mix,
but to them, I'd ask, "Have you seen 'The Fifth Element'?"
Ivy U sounds like a real party school.
Oh, I hope this works.
We need a way to pinpoint
magical threats on the timeline.
I mean, who knows what kind of creatures are out there
wreaking havoc on history?
Like, uh, vampires.
Cannibalistic Filipino were-beasts
with proboscis-like tongues.
I've been doing some research just in case.
I thought that's why we had Constantine.
Yeah, about that.
疲倦 宿醉 还硬邦邦
Tired, hungover, and in need of a stiff one.
Dealer's choice as to what that's a euphemism for.
Yeah, you know, I meant what I said about joining you lot,
but then I pictured that same lot squaring off against
some of the manky buggers that I've come up against,
and I thought, "Yeah, you know what?
You're right. You're all bloody doomed without me."
One aswang will take you down without breaking a sweat.
Ha ha! New legend alert.
I better go update the chore wheel.
停 停 停 别急着走 帅哥
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on, sunshine.
I'm not a bloody legend.
I'm merely offering my services as a consultant,
and as such, I have some stipulations.
I don't do silly costumes,
I expect full benefits,
and I require no less than two weeks paid vacation.
- Vacation? - Paid?
Hey, it worked.
Will you look at that? We already got a--
Do we have a special name for these magical fugitives?
Well, I was thinking, since they're mysteries
involving mythical beings,
we could go with myth-teries.
Fugitives it is.
What's it say?
马萨诸塞州 塞勒姆 1692年
Salem, Massachusetts, 1692.
First day on the job,
and you're taking me to the bloody witch trials.
Well, I hope you're feeling morally superior
because we are getting
our Puritan purit-on.
That was too much, right?
I'm telling you, your machine is clearly buggered.
There's nothing magical about Puritan New England.
我知道 我来过 但情况可能有所改变
I know. I was there, but it could all be different now.
Oh, come on.
If a creature landed there, why would it idle
in the absolute worst possible place for magic?
The people of Salem are paranoid and petty,
and, besides, every magical creature knows
that if you want to get weird, you go to New York.
Then we need to find it before it flees.
All right, well, I agreed to help you save history,
not take part in your little role-playing adventures.
Call me if you find anything.
If he's staying, I'm staying.
Besides, no fun in Puritan times.
The Church banned burning people at the stake.
Well, they didn't actually burn people.
That was the Middle Ages.
清教♥徒♥用绞刑 但 行 随你吧
The Puritans used the gallows, but, yeah, sure, stay.
You know, I actually miss
having someone Nate-splain history to us.
Speaking of which,
I wonder how Operation Dinner with Dad is going.
So, um, what are you doing for work these days?
Little bit of this. Little bit of that.
Same old, same old.
Sir, your credit card was declined.
I must have given you the... wrong one.
There you go.
And this one expired in 1953.
Then I don't know why I still carry it.
Do you accept Athenian tetradrachm?
Nathaniel, I've got this.
Guess the deductive historical reconstruction business--
little slow this time of year.
Yeah, and I see it's still paying off
to be a Beltway Bandit.
真的吗 内特尼尔 你想用争吵收尾
Really, Nathaniel, that's how you want to end this?
After we connect over a nice dinner.
All you've talked about is the steak.
What the hell else am I supposed to talk about
if you'd rather just sit there and silently judge me?
Oh, like you're not doing the same thing.