Previously on "Legends of Tomorrow"...
An unknown number of other dangerous magical beings
got spat out across the timeline
and now must be sent to hell.
Your shapeshifting days are over, sweetheart.
Is that a Kaupe?
This is a prison, Mona.
And they are our prisoners.
Not our friends.
People around me get hurt, killed,
or far, far worse.
But you can't mess with your past.
Wake up, John-O.
Piss off, will you?
Oh, not today, you lying geezer!
Now, you said that my shapeshifting days were over.
You call that abomination shapeshifting, do you?
Well, if I can shift at all,
that means that your spell is reversible.
You see, that's where you're wrong, sweetheart.
There's no taking it back.
Smart man like you, John-O,
you can figure it out.
Mortal life is full of disappointments.
Best get used to it, love.
It's all right.
That's all right.
You know how I survived in the prison dimension?
Now, sooner or later, you're gonna need something from me.
Then we'll talk, chum.
Thanks for staying at my place this time.
Oh, I love sleeping next to you.
I just wish that your place didn't mean
sharing a bathroom with...
是的 格里玛 啤酒
Yes, Garima. Beer.
It's the only word Rory taught her.
Wait, Rory's still using Brigid's diary?
That thing is an ancient magical artifact.
Yeah, but it keeps him happy.
Sara, be reasonable.
You can't let Rory keep the diary.
I see you've met Garima.
What she lacks in vocabulary
she makes up for in personality.
And everyone knows that a happy Mick
is better for the entire ship.
- Killer 'stache. - Interesting.
I had Gideon stimulate my hair follicles
to grow it overnight.
I read in one of Nora's letters
that she had a thing for mustaches, so I...
Sorry, but how are we all being so blasé about the diary?
What if Rory goes from writing sci-fi to horror?
Do you want killer clowns running around the ship?
The only killer on this ship
is the amount of sugar in this cereal.
They taste like beignets.
So sweet it makes your lips pucker.
There's a quiz on the back.
Who is the most prolific serial killer in the United States?
Although in my opinion John Wayne Gacy
had way more victims than he confessed.
Everyone has their hobbies.
抱歉 艾娃 根据这个
Well, sorry, Ava, but according to
this not-so-kid-friendly cereal,
is answer is New Orleans' own Marie Laveau.
A high-profile female serial killer?
No, I would have heard of her.
The box is wrong.
You are correct, Captain.
It appears a fugitive is on the loose
in New Orleans in 1856.
According to local lore,
there were a series of murders
perpetrated by a criminal who could walk through walls.
Sounds like we're going mindhunting in the Big Easy.
Gideon, plot a course.
You just ran into my car, earmuffs.
But your car--
This scratch will easily cost you a couple hundos.
You want me to pay for it?
No worries, sir.
I can have the money tomorrow.
They really need to stop giving delivery girls drive-ons.
I'm actually Assistant Coordinator of Creature Upkeep.
It seem to be pirate day once again, ya scurvy wench.
Don't be late again
or Ava will give you another peg leg.
- Okay. - Okay.
Hey, Catch-a-Predator, what was that?
Well, that, my fellow rebound artist, was flirting.
Oh, Gary. That was not flirting. No.
What do you mean? I mean, I made extended eye contact,
picked up on some personal information,
and then I negged her.
All right, don't tell me you're falling for this, like,
Neanderthal misogynistic dating advice.
You're a modern man surfing the sexual spectrum.
Just be cool and ask her out.
Or, and I'm just spitballing here,
you can ask her out for me.
This isn't high school.
High school's a bit of a trigger word for me.
Wow. You are really broken.
Okay, look, I will...
I'm not gonna ask her out.
But I will do some recon.
You'll be my time-bro wingman?