DC's Legends of Tomorrow

Time travel is real, and all of history

is vulnerable to attack which is why

we must travel through time to stop the spread

of these so-called time aberrations

and to erase their damage to history.

We are a team of outcasts and misfits,

so please don't call us heroes.

We're something else, we're legends.

Previously, on “Legends of Tomorrow”...

I'd forgotten how handsome I was.

- Hi, I'm Marty. - Have a wonderful life, Martin.

This belonged to the greatest outsider I ever knew.

I'm looking for a partner.

- Hello, Rex. -

With his last words,

he told me his killer was a time traveler.

Damien Darhk murdered my sister.

If I take him out here...

You save her. We gotta let him go.

So it's all here, then?

Every sweet-smelling speck of it.

As for my compensation?

Strange form of payment.

Why this and not cash?

Everyone has a hobby. Some men collect stamps.

I collect relics.

This "thing" is called a fasces, a ceremonial axe

carried by the bodyguard of Emperor Nero

from which a term "fascism" derived.

No? A form of rule,

which, in my opinion, is getting a bit of a bad rap lately.

DEA! Get your hands in the air, now!

You know, I had this under control.

My way's faster.

Speed isn't everything, Mr. Thawne.

You should've learned that lesson by now.

What's it been... 45 years since you hired me to nuke New York?

Well, 45 years for you, maybe, but for me?

Huh.

Good seeing you again, old friend.

Old? That's fair. Friend?

Now that's something that has to be earned.

Lovely piece. What is this?

First century AD, if I'm not mistaken?

What is it that you want?

A partner.

Pass... I prefer to work alone.

Oh, yeah, gathering your hive of followers,

building your empire, designing your ark.

Yeah, I know what you're planning.

And how it works out.

You want to reshape the world? Try reshaping history.

Try rewriting destiny...

Try putting our partnership into concrete terms,

as in, what's in it for me?

Well, perhaps content collecting symbols of power,

but... I can give you actual power.

We have the tools to make a difference.

We can make history better.

Even if we act with the best of intentions,

these changes can ripple throughout time...

A temporal domino effect with disastrous consequences.

So we start small. Make changes we can control.

What you're talking about can't be done.

It's... it's like playing God, and it goes against everything

we're trying to do.

I thought we were trying to help people.

We're helping by fixing aberrations,

not creating them. You're not thinking

fourth dimensionally.

Did you really just use Doc Brown on me?

Who the hell is that?

Sarah, come on, you can't be Switzerland on this one.

In my heart, I agree with you...

but that's not what Rip entrusted us to do.

Our job is to protect history.

You mean clean it up after somebody else

makes a mess of it. Time janitors...

That's all we are.

Easy, point and shoot.

You're up.

All right, point and shoot.

- - You killed my beers.

Come on, the trigger's really sensitive,

and these goggles make everything look blue.

You know, it'd be really easy

for me to improve this whole setup by just

iterating the power source.

There's nothing wrong with the gun.

You've just gotta be cool. Like Snart.

Yeah, I can be cool.

- What are you doing? - Trying to be cool.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

You know, this may shock you,

but I was considered extremely cool when I left

my cushy six-figure Silicon Valley job

and started my own tech company. Ladies were lining up.

Listen, Haircut, if you want to fit

into Snart's shoes, you gotta find the pain, the darkness,

the anger. You got it in you?

Call me Haircut again and I'll ice you.

Not bad.

Hey, what are you doing?

A little side project I've been working on

with Ray and the professor.

Hmm. It said that

temporal aberrations cause these things called timequakes.

So I started thinking, if there was a way

of locating their epicenters, maybe we'll be able to fix

the aberrations before they happen.

- Like a time seismograph. - That's an awesome name,

and I'm totally gonna steal that.

If the JSA could get even a glimpse of all this,

- they would... - They'd what?

Never mind.

Hey, wait. We've barely had

half a conversation since you came on board,

and you were friends with my grandfather.

Talk to me. What was he like as a person?

Your grandfather was a great man.

That's it? He's a great man?

Is it because your missions were classified,

or is it because you really didn't know him

- well as a person? - It's because the JSA

didn't encourage its members to fraternize.

Something you and your team should consider.

It worked?

Oh, it worked all right.

Where's it coming from?

Washington D.C., December 7, 1987.

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

- So? - Dude, that's the White House.

So what?

December 7th was the day before Reagan and Gorbachev

signed the INF Treaty, reducing both countries'

nuclear arsenals and paving the way for the end

- of the Cold War. - How do you know all that?

Because I was in the capital for that very summit.

The Reagan Administration would call upon the top

nuclear physicists to act as technical advisors.

You think someone might have traveled back in time

to stop the treaty from being signed?

That, or worse. Think about it,

Reagan and Gorbachev under the same roof

at one of the most volatile moments in history?

The JSA has a training academy in D.C.

I could reach out to the current membership,

see if they have any intel or resources we could use.

Good idea, but you shouldn't go alone.

1987 is a long way from 1942, and it's dangerous to know

too much about the future.

- I can handle myself. - I'll go with her.

Great, you two reach out to the JSA while the rest of us

break into the most secure residence in the country.

And how exactly do we do that?

Welcome to the White House. This is Cross Hall,

a magnificent space that connects the State Dining Room

with the East Room.

All right, fan out, stay on the coms,

and report if anything seems out of place.

Women actually wore these things in the '80s?

Shoulder pads? Yeah, they were supposed to

make women more imposing, more, I don't know...

- Manly? - Yeah.

I'd hoped that by this decade, women wouldn't need to use

clothing to compensate for their status.

Surely by now men and women are considered equals.

Never lose that optimism.

This is it.

This is the JSA Academy?

Inside a crummy warehouse?

The JSA Academy is hidden inside a crummy warehouse.

Prepare to see the most elite training facility

in all of history.

Maybe "elite" means something different in 1987.

When I was recruited,

this is where I was brought to train.

What happened to the JSA?

No clue...

but a lot can change in 45 years.

I thought you said you were a historian.

How can you not know?

Hey, every memo, every executive action

relating to the JSA is top secret.

I only pieced together their World War II activities

from my father's bedtime stories,

witness testimonies, and government leaks.

I never should have left 1942.

Look, Amaya, whatever happened to them, that's...

That's not your fault.

You don't know that.

Like you said, you don't know what happened to them.

1987... the halcyon days of Whitney Houston

and "Star Trek: The Next Generation."