Hey, we got to go.
I got a lead on that, um, thing we're hunting.
-你们是猎人 -海明威 别管这事
- You're hunters? - Stay out of this, Hemingway.
Perhaps you'd like to settle our differences like men.
I don't have time for this macho crap, man.
Okay, you two with me. Rory, keep him busy.
Fine specimen of male vitality.
Fellow pugilist, no doubt.
My kind of man!
Okay, Dalí saw the monster firsthand
when it attacked him in the Catacombs,
and he drew me this.
What the hell am I looking at?
No, no, no, here.
Yeah, I still don't see it.
All right, ignore the melting clocks.
We got to get this back to the ship,
and I have to find a match to Dalí's drawing
somewhere in the library.
We're supposed to protect history from the library, Nathaniel?
Okay, I see that you're really into drinking
the Hemingway Kool-Aid,
and by Kool-Aid, I mean scotch,
but we are here to catch a monster.
but I know we sure as hell aren't gonna find out what it is
by studying some finger paintings.
We gotta go back to the ship to figure out what we're doing.
That's the way we do things, right?
Yes, when the mission isn't also showing Hank a good time.
You know, I thought this would be good
for the both of us, but...
Hank is at his happiest
when he's telling me what I'm doing wrong,
Aw, cheer up, bud.
You are right, so Rory and I,
we will keep an eye on Hank,
let him have a few laughs with Hemingway
while you go figure out what this thing is.
We bag the creature, we keep our jobs.
Whoa, where are you all going?
Henry here told me of a creature hiding in the Catacombs.
Oh, did you, Henry?
- Therefore we hunt. - Let's go get our monster.
Nate's right. We have no idea what this thing is.
A man hunts not to learn about his prey
but to learn about himself.
We need to regroup with the team and get some backup.
What better backup than Hemingway?
I'm finally starting to understand what it is the Legends do.
Marcel, fetch me my rifles.
Right away, sir.
I need a Marcel.
Yeah, just a little drunk hunting with Hemingway.
What could go wrong?
Have you ever held a gun before?
Once or twice.
Your friend is much woman.
Have my own.
Signature weapon, I like it.
The drunk painter was right.
The creature is hiding in the Catacombs.
- And it's getting closer. - We need a plan.
We have no idea what this thing is
and if it can even be stopped with bullets.
I've found that in life,
the shortest answer is doing the thing.
Let's do this thing.
I knew you couldn't resist.
Did you get to the end, where the correctional officer
convinces the judge to send her to prison so he can go free?
Well, I have now.
Sorry, didn't mean to ruin it.
But I brought you an even better one.
The hell is this?
It's a letter from your crush.
Ray left it behind for you.
Don't you see?
Yours is a love no bars can contain.
No, I-I don't want it.
But don't you want to at least open it?
What if you change your mind or your heart?
Not gonna change my--
Take the damn letter.
Look what you made me do.
I swear it's one of these buttons.
What the hell?
Are you okay?
Did she attack you?
It's fine. Just-- just a misunderstanding.
The hell is this?
Where'd you get this?
Did Mona deliver this to you?
Okay, since neither of you have anything to say,
I'll let the letter speak for itself.
Requesting emergency assistance!
I-I didn't-- didn't mean to--
Well, at least we're all here together, right?
Now I know why you took my shoelaces.
No, I'm good.
'Cause you're heading in the wrong direction.
The Waverider's over there.
I don't need directions from you.
I don't know what beef you had with your ex,
but don't bring it on me.
I do believe they're giving us a run for our money.
你们是菲茨杰拉德夫妇You're the Fitzgeralds.
And we pride ourselves the most quarrelsome couple in Paris.
Don't worry. We're not a couple.
Well, the night is still young.
You should join us for a drink.
Besides, no one should be out on the streets alone tonight.
There is a monster on the loose.