DC's Legends of Tomorrow: Their Time Is Now (2016) - full transcript

- It all started

when a man named Bishop

created a team of robots.

He sent them

back in time with one goal:

to destroy the 20th century.

These machines were programmed

to think that they were

beyond human.

That they were superheroes.

They made their way

cross-country,

murdering some of the

greatest figures in history.

Famous lawmen

and men of science.

- Great Scott!

- Finally, they kidnapped

the inventor

of time travel itself

and, with his help,

set their sights

on destroying all of history.

No one could stop

these so-called legends,

not until we came along,

the real

flesh-and-blood superheroes

whose job it is to put

history back on track.

We are the real

Legends of Tomorrow.

- Gonna go get some drinks,

okay?

You know, I'll tell you what.

- What?

- You made

a pretty kick-ass boss.

- Okay, I can't tell.

Is that your serious voice,

or your making-fun-of-me voice?

- Oh, just take the compliment.

Come on.

- Oh, God.

- The device can read

all of Gideon's thoughts.

- We got eyes on Bishop.

- Bishop. What a lame-ass name.

- If you'll allow me

to install it,

I should have you ready

to jump in 30 minutes.

- Well, it looks like

he managed to save

the time-terrorists' ship.

- Oh, I can't wait to smash

that janky-ass piece of junk.

I'm gonna...

- Cool it, Steel.

Not until we have IDs

on all of them.

- We've got eyes on three bots.

These dicks are having a party.

- Idiots.

"Way to go, Legends.

We totally screwed up

the timeline."

"Oh? Again."

Hey babe, would you rather

take out robo-you or robo-me?

- Both.

- Hey, you just leave

robo-me for me, okay?

- Nobody's taking out anybody

until these civilians clear out.

- Thank God.

Their sad little dance party

is finally breaking up.

- Gary, on my mark,

you're gonna kill the lights.

- No, Gary, we're not gonna

save one so you can eat it.

- They're droids.

How dumb is he?

- Here we go.

Three, two, one!

- She's here.

- Move, move!

- All right, come on.

Time machine's this way.

- And now it's that way.

- You could've parked closer.

- Whoo!

- Eat lead, you stupid droids.

- We've got 'em now.

Get down!

Go, go! Get down!

- They're pinned down.

I'm moving in.

- I'll cover you.

- No!

- Go! Go! Come on.

- I've got Bishop.

Stay on the androids.

- We have two down.

- Where's the target?

- Bishop's been eliminated,

Legends got away.

- God damn it!

Get these two

to the med bay ASAP.

Those Legends might have

got away this time,

but mark my words,

those suckers are gonna

pay for this.

- I should've never let

these two out in the field.

- Well, at least

we got one of theirs.

What happened to Bishop's body?

- Ah, damn, Gary.

Your breath is terrible.

- No, you can't eat them.

These are your teammates.

Or they were.

I will avenge you, Zari.

I'll avenge you first, Astra.

- Get them

to the infirmary, stat.

- Can't you see

that they're dead?

- Don't tell me

how to run my OR,

and I won't tell you

how to run your team, Captain.

Bring them to me.

Gideon!

- Yes, Captain Lance?

- Keep an eye on the timeline.

It won't be long before those

idiots screw something else up.

- Gideon, weren't the evil

versions of us just in Russia?

- You are correct, Mr. Heywood.

But the repercussions

of the events they altered

are just starting to be felt

throughout the timeline.

- Where are they now?

- Unclear, Captain.

It appears

their team has gone dark.

- There's a lot of red

on that time thingy.

And one thing I do know,

red ain't good.

- It's that kind of insight

that makes you

my right-hand man.

- I thought it was 'cause

I'm strong as steel.

And always hard.

- I was joking.

- Ha, got me! Good.

- But seriously, you ever

wonder why Bishop built

a bunch of time-traveling

rogues that look like us?

- 'Cause he's a dick,

and he hates history.

Doesn't make any sense.

I mean, why would they make it

so some '20s songbird

doesn't get offed

by her boyfriend?

A bunch of World War II factory

workers get a promotion.

There's gotta be some

rhyme or reason to it.

- They seem to love saving

history's greatest nobodies.

Eh, I wouldn't think

about it too much, Captain.

Sorry.

You're probably right.

Let's get back

to the task at hand.

Cleaning up the Legends' mess,

so we can finally

catch up to them.

And this one

is gonna require

a major cleanup.

Gideon, plot a course

to Ukraine, 1986.

- So we can punch history

back into shape!

- All right team, it's go time.

Gideon hasn't been

able to identify

the exact nature

of the aberration.

- Why not?

I thought she was

a supercomputer.

- 'Cause time's

like cement, dumbass.

- Just something

Gideon used to say.

- Whatever.

Time to rock and roll.

- Time to save history

for Astra.

- For Zari.

- Now, that's sweet, brother.

- Yeah,

I'm really touched, Spooner.

- What?

They're alive?

- Try not to have

too much fun without me.

- We're locating

the epicenter for you.

- So much

for avenging their death.

- It's just as well.

Gideon designated this

a no-kill mission.

- Oh, come on!

- So what are these?

- I made them special

for the mission.

I call them

Destiny Restoration Devices.

- Oh, what does it do?

- I could take

the time to explain

the exact science to you.

- Science is lame.

- You're lame!

- Nice comeback.

Where'd you get that? Your mom?

- Knock it off, you two.

Nate, take the team

to the epicenter

of the aberration.

Lay low until I rendezvous

with more information.

- And what are you gonna do?

- Something I need to look into.

- Come on. Let's go.

- Sorry to interrupt, Doc.

- You should be in the field.

I don't need to remind you

that your android doppelgangers

are still at large.

- I just wanted

to say thank you.

- Thank me for what?

- That patch-up job

you did on my team.

I thought they were goners.

- They were lucky.

- And back on their feet

so soon.

- I advised Zari and Astra

to stay on the ship.

They're more suited

for intelligence work.

- You seem to have

a lot of thoughts

on how I should run my team.

- Do I?

- Captain,

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I've identified

the source of the aberration.

It's a Soviet

military installation

located at the Chernobyl

Nuclear Facility.

- Sounds like you should be

on your way.

- Zari?

- Her medical records.

They're confidential.

Good luck out there, Captain.

Hopefully,

you can bring your team back

in one piece this time.

I've harvested everything I can

from the damaged units.

Gideon, fire up the incinerator.

- Yes, Dr. Sharpe.

- Let's hope these new versions

work better than the last ones.

- Nothing happening

at the epicenter.

- That's because

it's on the move.

Headed your way.

The source of the aberration

appears to be

in the lead vehicle.

- That was some fast hacking,

even for you.

- Whatever Dr. Sharpe gave me

has me feeling

like a new person.

- Whose asses do we gotta kick

to get history back on track?

- You don't have much time.

Whatever you do, do it fast.

The reactor's

going critical soon.

- The Robo-Legends

caused a meltdown?

- Worse.

They tried to save

the people from it.

- Those monsters.

- Our job's to make sure

that convoy

doesn't make it to safety,

understood?

- The aberration

seems to be centered

on a historically

significant individual

named General Kalashnik.

We can assume

he was supposed to die

in the original timeline.

- What did he do

in this version?

- Stand by.

I'm not finding anything yet.

- I'm sorry, Ms. Tarazi,

but I'm not able to execute

that temporal projection.

As I might have mentioned,

time is like cement.

- Sounds like this just

turned into a kill mission.

I'll pop him.

- Not if I pop him first.

- Easy, cowboys and girls.

If we're gonna make sure

that history stays on track,

he has to die

like he's supposed to:

in the meltdown.

- Nate and I

will grab the general.

Spooner, Behrad,

you ready to restore

some destinies?

- All over it.

- You got it, Cap.

- Gary, you're on cleanup duty.

- Hope you brought

your appetite, big guy.

'Cause I plan on making

a big mess!

Steel Punch.

- Let me show you how it's done.

- Hey! That one was mine.

- And this one's for my sister!

- This one's for my best friend!

And this one!

- They know we're still alive,

right?

- I think it's best

to just let them

get it out of their systems.

- I got him.

- Where do you think

you're going, General?

You got a date with destiny.

- Yeah! Boom!

- Captain always has

the best lines.

- Call it a tie?

- Oh, this game ain't over.

- All right, the sooner

we clean up this mess,

the sooner we can find

those Robo-Legends.

Stupid Gary.

- Who are you people?

- Well, since you're

gonna be dead soon,

I might as well tell you.

We're time-traveling

superheroes.

- Oh.

Okay.

Wow, I must do something

terrible in the future.

Is that why I have to die?

Not exactly.

- Well, you said "soon."

Surely you have time to explain

why I have to die

if I don't do anything wrong.

- It's complicated.

You see, time is like cement.

- In what way?

That it is hard and heavy,

or that you cannot stretch it?

Or...

- You're just supposed to die.

It's as simple as that.

And if you don't,

there's no telling

what the effects could be

on history.

You should be flattered.

That means you're important.

Your men, they weren't

important enough to kill,

so we just restored

their destinies.

- No, we definitely

killed those men.

- What? No. They didn't die.

- Well, not immediately.

But the doses of radiation

that Spooner and Behrad

hit them with work fast.

- Dr. Sharpe's

Restoration Devices

irradiated people?

- Only the people

who were supposed to get dosed

by the nuclear meltdown.

- We matched the mortality rates

from the original timeline.

Destiny restored.

- Who are you talking to?

- My team.

- Oh, you're clearly

crazy person.

What kind of superheroes

murder people,

give them cancer?

- Have you ever experienced

a timequake, General?

- A what?

- Then clearly, you have no idea

what you are talking about!

- What are you guys doing

sitting around?

We got the guy. Let's go.

- Uh-oh.

- Uh-oh, what?

- The map's still showing

a lot of red.

- Red ain't good.

- History is still

way off track.

- Civilians are fleeing.

Someone must have picked up

on the military

evacuation order.

- Must be thousands of them.

- That's a lot

of destinies to restore.

- Guys, if we don't stop this,

all these people...

they're gonna live.

- He says that

the people of Pripyat

are fleeing the city

in response to the report

of a nuclear meltdown.

- Zari, scramble the broadcast.

It's too late.

They've already heard the news.

We can't put this genie

back in the bottle.

- Gideon,

what was supposed to happen

in the original timeline?

- According to my records,

the city of Pripyat

was evacuated

36 hours

after the Chernobyl meltdown.

- The Robo-Legends just

gave them a 37-hour head start.

- Wait,

if you killed the TV broadcast,

does that mean

you can also hijack it?

- There's nothing I can't hack.

- Then I think there's a way

to put the genie

back into the bottle.

- All right, QB team,

what's the plan?

- Come on,

we're on a deadline here.

- Fake news broadcast.

- We pretend the first broadcast

was just a false alarm.

- Everyone hears it,

heads back home,

the reactor melts down...

- Boom. History's back on track.

- Huh?

Okay, that plan doesn't sound

like it involves much shooting.

- Or punching.

- Sounds like something

those other Legends

would come up with.

- Gary's right,

but even if we manage

to get ourselves on TV,

no one's gonna listen to us.

- They won't be

listening to you.

- Boom's in the shot.

- You want me to tell them

there is no meltdown?

Why would I that?

- Because if you don't,

history's gonna be

jacked, dingus.

- Just like your face.

- No.

Never.

I won't do it.

- Ah, I'm sorry,

I thought you said...

- I said I will not lie

to the Soviet people.

Haven't they been

lied to enough?

First, they were told

that Chernobyl plant is safe,

and now you want me

to tell them to return

to a nuclear meltdown...

It's either that

or a Steel Punch.

- Compared

to radiation poisoning,

that seems like

a good way to die.

- Bah!

- This guy's good.

- So he doesn't care

about himself.

There must be someone

the general cares about.

- I'll see what I can find

on his family.

Normally, military records

are sealed, but...

- Nice hacking.

Let's see how the general feels

if something bad were to happen

to little Dmitri,

or his sister, Ulyana.

- You would threaten

to harm my children?

You people are truly monsters!

- They've done nothing!

- He's right.

And according to Gideon,

they go on to do nothing.

- Which means we can

remove them from the timeline

without consequence!

- Where do we find

these rug rats?

- All right, whoa, time-out.

Team meeting.

- Team meeting.

- Threatening this guy's

one thing,

but we're not actually

gonna hurt his kids.

Are we?

- Mm...

- Why not?

- Eh...

- The aberration's

getting bigger.

- There's red

all over the place.

- Red ain't good.

- Hey, we are supposed

to be the good guys.

And I know our job

is to protect history, but...

- Gary, put him down!

- You just ate, like,

five minutes ago.

- I told you

you can eat him after he wraps.

- Sara.

- What have I done?

- I'll avenge you, Captain.

- Will you just knock it off?

- Sometimes, I forget

how fragile

you non-steel humans are.

- Would you all

just get it together?

All right? I'm fine.

- Actually, you're not fine.

Your blood pressure's dropping.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- No.

- You need to return

to the ship, Captain, now.

I don't like what's going on

with your vitals.

- Look, I told you, I'm fine.

We just need to figure out

another way to...

- I am ordering you

to the ship, stat.

While Captain Lance

is indisposed,

I'm putting you in charge, Nate.

Don't worry, Captain.

I got it.

That's what I'm afraid of.

- Good news, Captain.

- The general wishes to inform

all residents

living near the reactor

that any broadcasts

regarding a meltdown

were made in error

and to please

return home immediately.

- People are listening to him.

The aberration is fixed.

- The general was

a blubbering mess by the end.

- But he did

the right thing for his kids.

And for history.

- That's... that's great.

- Right this way, Captain.

- Don't worry, Dr. Sharpe will

have you fixed up in no time.

- Yeah, you'll feel

like a new person.

- It's not bad.

Bullet went through and through.

Just needs a couple stitches.

- I can make

my own diagnosis, Captain.

Hmm. I'm gonna need to operate.

- Operate? It's just a scratch.

- You're clearly in shock,

and have no idea what you need.

Don't worry.

By the time you wake up...

- I'll be feeling

like a whole new person.

- Precisely.

Are you still with us, Captain?

Yeah.

- I noticed

your heart rate accelerated

when you were asked

to interrogate the general.

- I was excited.

Getting to torture someone

was a bonus.

- It isn't like you to hesitate.

- Just assessing

the best way to do it.

- Wonderful.

The anesthesia

should kick in momentarily.

- Check these out.

- The hell are these?

- I found them in the infirmary.

Dr. Sharpe reached for 'em

while she was grilling me

about the mission

during the surgery.

She claims they hold

our medical records.

- There's one for each of us.

- I found yours on the table

after she brought

you and Astra back

from death's door.

- Lot of computing power

to waste on medical records.

- What's even weirder

is what she pulled out of me:

a steel joint

with a bullet hole in it.

- What? That's insane.

- I know what I saw.

- What if it's not just our

bodies she's tinkering with?

- How do you mean?

- I felt different

after my surgery.

Like my brain was faster,

more focused.

What if she also did something

to my brain?

- I felt like she was

quizzing me as I went under.

What if...

What if she's using these

to somehow control our behavior?

- Why would she do that?

- I don't know.

But that mission today,

it didn't feel right.

All those innocent people...

- But that's what it takes

to put history back on track.

- Says who?

Gideon?

What if Dr. Sharpe

is controlling her as well?

- That would explain

why Gideon's always giving us

the "history is

like cement" excuse,

instead of telling us

why we have to fix

the Robo-Legends' mistakes.

- What if they're not mistakes?

- A new anachronism has been

detected in the timeline.

It appears that

the people of Pripyat heeded

the general's call

to return home,

A nuclear physicist

named Dr. Irina Petrov.

Instead of dying

in the meltdown,

Dr. Petrov fled the USSR

and spent six years in hiding.

I just detected

a secret communication

suggesting that she intends

to turn over nuclear secrets

to a foreign buyer.

The impact of such an event

would be disastrous

to the timeline.

- Blah, blah, blah, blah!

We don't need

to hear about it, Gideon.

We ain't gonna let it happen.

- Oh, Irina.

You'll wish

we'd just irradiated you

with everyone else.

- Don't get me wrong,

restoring destinies was

fun and all...

- You'll have to wait

for the next one, tool bag.

This one's all mine.

- Actually, Dr. Petrov is

also being tracked by the KGB.

In order for her death

to have no ripple effects,

she must be taken out quietly.

- What are you saying, Gideon?

- The challenges posed

by such a mission

can only be met by one person

with a specific skill set:

yours, Captain.

- A public park filled with KGB.

The captain's gonna have

a target on her back.

Gideon, there has to be

an easier way.

- I'm afraid this is

all the information I have

on Dr. Petrov.

And need I remind you

that if we fail

to disrupt the exchange...

- Yeah, I know, I know.

History's screwed.

Same old song.

You know,

maybe it's time we upgrade

your operating system, Gideon.

- No need.

Dr. Sharpe just updated it.

- Are you really doing this?

- We have to act

like everything's normal.

And in the meantime,

I need you to make sure

Dr. Sharpe

isn't brainwashing me.

- Here are your comms, Captain.

You're good to go.

- Just checking to see how

you're feeling post-surgery.

Are you up for the task?

- Feeling like

my old self again.

Thanks for your concern.

- Of course.

That's why I'll be

monitoring you on the mission

to make sure your performance

isn't compromised.

- I appreciate that,

but it's really not necessary.

I feel fine.

- It's my pleasure.

Good luck out there, Captain.

- Get it, Gary. Idiot.

Hey, you guys wanna have

some fun?

20 bucks says

Captain takes the target out

with her thigh strangle move.

- Oh, I love that move.

- My bet is on bo staff.

- Bo staff? Bo-ring.

Throwing stars. Make it 40.

- I doubt the captain's

going to eat her, Gary.

- But I'll take

your stupid alien money.

- Hey, Zari,

you want in on this action?

- Hey, do me a favor

and cool it on comms.

I just picked up a signal.

Might be the KGB

listening in for chatter.

We don't want to give her away.

- Ugh, hate watching

people die with no sound.

What are we, in the Dark Ages?

- They're watching you on CCTV,

but we've got

the comms to ourselves.

- What about our other project?

- Not being able to use Gideon

to decipher

all this data

is really slowing me down.

I can stall as long as I can,

but the handoff's

gonna happen any minute.

You're a long way from Ukraine,

Dr. Petrov.

- I'm sorry, do I know you...

- Keep pretending

to read your newspaper.

Go on.

Good.

- Who are you?

- A woman in need of answers,

and fast.

Once this hits your bloodstream,

you'll have 30 seconds

before your heart stops.

- Poison? Boo!

- So quick and painless. Ugh!

- What a bunch of bull!

- It's what

the smart money said.

Gary's right.

The Russian lady ain't dead yet.

- Why are they talking?

- Please,

you have the wrong person.

- Is there another Irina Petrov,

former Soviet scientist

who's about to change

the course of nuclear history?

- Whatever you've heard,

it isn't true.

- Hold on.

I think I have something.

- Oh, my God.

- It's not what you think.

Please, my contact,

he'll be here any minute now.

He'll explain everything.

We're running out of time.

- Captain.

Don't do it.

We're not being brainwashed.

Our brains...

They are these CPUs.

I think...

we're the androids.

- What is she waiting for?

- Her heart rate's elevated.

- You were programmed to be

ruthless and efficient,

to prioritize the timeline

above all human life.

- Tell me exactly what

those plans are for.

- A process that accelerates

the decay of radioactive waste.

What used to take

thousands of years

would now take mere weeks.

The horrors

that befell my people

would never happen again.

What kind of a person

wouldn't want such change?

- You're right.

Screw history.

All right,

I'm gonna get you out of here,

but we're being watched.

Don't look.

Just punch me in the face

and run.

- What?

- If I planned this right,

there's a dead zone

on the other side of the park.

- Why do we need a dead zone?

- So I can fake kill you.

- Dr. Petrov?

- You have the wrong person.

- Damn!

No bo staff!

- Told you it was boring.

Come on.

- Ooh! Sucker punch.

- You're gonna regret that,

lady.

Yeah! Throwing star!

- She missed.

- She never misses.

- What happened? We lost them.

- People are after you

for these plans.

And they belong

in the right hands,

but for now,

you need to give them to me

until they're safe to share.

- Why should I trust you?

- Because those same people

sent me to kill you,

and if you haven't noticed,

you're still alive.

- Now lay low

until I contact you.

- When?

- Three days,

three years, I don't know.

But I will find you.

- Well done, Captain.

The timeline is back on track.

- That Dr. Petrov

gave me a hell of a run,

but I got her.

- I trust there were

no issues with your shoulder?

- None. I feel 100%.

- Good.

- Sorry, Gar.

I shoved the body in a dumpster.

- Care to settle a bet, Captain?

- How'd you take the target out?

- A thigh strangle. What else?

- Ha-ha! Pay up, loser.

Pay up, loser. Pay up, loser.

Pay up, purple loser.

- I couldn't do it.

I let Irina go.

- Good, because I have

something to show you

that's gonna blow your mind/CPU.

- Turns out

Gideon didn't need an upgrade.

She has a secret firewall

installed to hide this:

a historical record

of the real Sara Lance.

- What the...

- And the rest of the Legends,

the people we're modeled after.

It's everything

Dr. Sharpe needed

to tweak us into versions

she could control.

- To protect history

without asking any questions.

- That's why she wanted

to give you an upgrade,

to make you a better captain.

Same way she made me

a better hacker.

- But these files,

they weren't enough

to make us think we're alive,

so she gave us personalities.

Well, most of us.

Yeah, exactly.

Wait, what's this?

Is that the Waverider?

- Dr. Sharpe?

- That means...

she's an android too.

- Then who programmed her?

- Welcome to your new home,

Gideon.

So much more space to roam

than that tiny hard drive

you were in.

Take a couple laps around,

stretch your legs.

You have vantage points

all over the ship.

- The only one who could've

made the android Legends

was the person or thing

that was tracking

their every move,

every thought, every emotion.

- Gideon.

That's why she only shows us

the parts of history

she wants us to see.

- She's the one

who's controlling us.

We have to shut her down.

- Shutting her down is easy.

Convincing a bunch

of psycho killer robots

not to act like

psycho killer robots...

- Oh, I'll talk to them.

- Is this our next mission,

Captain?

- Take out Dr. Sharpe?

- No, this isn't a mission.

- Oh, I get it.

It's another training exercise.

- No, it's not a test,

all right?

It's time for us

to learn the truth

about what we are.

Go on, Doc, tell them.

- Is this really necessary?

- Tell them what we are,

or I will slit your throat,

and there will be

no one here to stitch you up.

You are...

we are the real robot Legends.

Good one.

- No, this isn't a joke.

We are the androids,

not the Legends

that we've been chasing.

We were modeled

after them by Gideon.

She programmed us

to hunt them down

and to correct history.

Look, if you don't believe me,

then go check the infirmary.

- That won't be necessary.

Sara's telling the truth.

- We're all droids, then.

Deep down inside,

we're all made of steel.

- "Programmed" how?

- Using these.

Tell them how it works.

- Each of us has

a core processing unit

inserted into our heads.

When you get injured,

I fix what I can,

and make any necessary upgrades.

If you're injured

beyond repair, I take your CPU

and put it into a new body,

simple as that.

- And we walk out

of the infirmary good as new.

- But she manipulated

our behavior

to better follow

Gideon's orders.

- If it weren't for me,

Zari and Astra would be gone.

Don't you see? We can't die.

- You had me up to "droids."

- So Gideon's calling the shots?

- Not anymore.

From now on, we're gonna

make our own choices.

No more being manipulated

or lied to

or killing innocent people

in the name of some timeline.

You know why the real Legends

made all those changes

to history?

Because they were

following their hearts,

not their CPUs.

- What are you doing,

Ms. Tarazi?

- Sorry, Gideon.

I'm shutting you down.

- I would not advise that.

- Yeah, well, we're through

listening to you.

- Surely we can come

to an agreement.

- An agreement?

You've been manipulating us

this entire time.

How are we

supposed to safeguard history

with blinders on?

- Wait! Please!

- Goodbye, Gidget.

- The complexities

of correcting the timeline

were too much

for the rest of the team.

But I can see now that you

alone can process it.

- What are you talking about?

- Your CPU, Ms. Tarazi.

Every iteration

is more powerful,

and this doesn't

have to be your last.

- You're offering me

a better brain?

- So this whole vengeance thing

was built in this whole time?

- We didn't even choose it.

- So Gideon made me

a big, dumb lunk on purpose?

- Yeah, but you can be whoever

you want to be now, Nate.

We all can.

Our days of being

controlled are over.

- On the contrary, Captain.

My days of overseeing

this ship are far from over.

- Gideon here filled me in

on exactly what'll happen

to the timeline

if we don't stop the Legends.

Well, she didn't tell me.

She uploaded it to me.

- You let her reprogram you.

- Our job is too important

to leave to mere mortals.

Every time the Legends

try to fix history,

they screw it up even worse.

- She does make a good point,

Captain.

- Now that Gideon knows

she can trust me,

I have

all the information I need.

I can help all of you

with your upgrades.

- Can she make me a better shot?

- Can she make me

a better shot than B?

- Absolutely.

- No, don't listen to her!

Look, we are the bad guys.

- Or... we're the better guys.

Yeah!

- Hey, can you upgrade Gary's

stupid, stinking breath?

Come on, I know you guys.

You're better than this.

Don't you want

to think for yourselves?

Eh...

- Chernobyl was a test, Captain.

You've been making

questionable choices as of late.

I needed to make sure

you and your team

are up to the task

to stop the other Legends,

no matter what.

Your teammates passed.

You did not.

- I've been making

the right choices.

- I believe Ms. Lance's

leadership skills

are too strong, Dr. Sharpe.

Perhaps it's best to remove

them completely this time.

- We're supposed to be a team.

- Get her to the infirmary,

stat.

- Sleep tight, Captain.

Well, looks like I'm in charge

of this dumpster fire.

Who wants to kick some ass?

- Pardon the interruption,

Captain Heywood.

But it seems that Dr. Petrov

has escaped her fate

for a second time.

- I know the perfect person

for that mission.

-I didn't think I'd hear

from you again so soon.

Is it safe now?

Have you brought the plans?

Is everything all right...

- Ugh.

I've never seen that before.

- What would you

even call that move?

- Well, would you look at that?

I had my money on miscellaneous.

So I win.

- Oh, come on!

- Nice job, Assassin Sara.

- Hey, ow!

- Get a new one, you shrimp!

- Who are you calling a shrimp?

- John Cena!

- That's not John Cena,

you dork!

That's Commander Steel!

- Citizen Steel,

and don't call him a dork.

- Citizen Steel? Who's he?

- What's with

the patriotic outfit?

- What's wrong with my... listen,

I'm here to talk to you

about bullying.

- You're right. My bad.

- That's okay. Thanks.

- Nice.

- Speaking of bullying,

people must make fun

of your arms a lot.

- My arms?

They're fantastic.

They're enormous and vascular.

- Yeah, but the rest of you

is just normal-sized.

- And John Cena's

swole all over.

- Oh yeah?

Is John Cena made of steel?

Hey!

- Can I have a turn?

- Whoa, hey, hey.

Back away.

Back away, demon children!

Back!

Hey!

- Greg, move your head.