DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV Series)

Return of the Mack (2017)

Caity Lotz: Sara Lance, White Canary

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• Zari Tomaz : Let me get this straight. This ship can make any kind of food you can imagine, and you pick grapefruit, a bran muffin, and oatmeal.

  Sara Lance : After you try everything, you go back to the basics.

• Sara Lance : Victorian London. Opium dens and low-cut corsets.

  Nate Heywood : Arthur Conan Doyle and the rolling fog.

  Mick Rory : Syphilis, whores, and vampires.

  Jefferson Jackson : That's a strong smell of garlic.

  Mick Rory : It's tied around my neck.

  Sara Lance : Yeah, you're a regular Van Helsing.

  Nate Heywood : That's from "Dracula".

  Mick Rory : I'm reading it. Don't tell me the end.

• Coroner : What's going on here? Scotland Yard has already visited twice, and if the NYPD is issuing ladies warrant cards, then I'm the bloody Queen.

  [a ringtone suddenly starts playing] 

  Sara Lance : All right, who brought their phone?

  Nate Heywood : Wasn't me. But I do love that song.

• Amaya Jiwe : I'm glad you left 2042.

  Zari Tomaz : Actually, I wanted to talk to you guys about going back to 2042. Or, better yet, 2041. I was thinking "why is my family dead when I'm on a time machine?".

  Sara Lance : Unfortunately, that's not how this works.

  Zari Tomaz : I thought you could change the past.

  Amaya Jiwe : We can correct the past, and the future, but we don't change it.

  Zari Tomaz : Why not?

  Dr. Martin Stein : Because doing so can cause unforseen, possibly even disastrous, consequences. It's a... temporal butterfly effect, if you will.

  Zari Tomaz : Try not doing something that would save your brother's life?

  Sara Lance : Does a sister count?

• Sara Lance : Nate, where are you?

  Nate Heywood : I don't know, but I just had a chat with Professor Stein's weird lookalike evil cousin.

  Gideon : Great-great grandfather, to be exact. The famous stage actor, Sir Henry Stein.

  Dr. Martin Stein : Astonishing! The... the chances of us running into one of my ancestors are astronomical. Family lore recalls him as being an eccentric. But then, what can one expect from an actor?

  Nate Heywood : He's also an occult weirdo who kidnapped me to feed his master.

  Rip Hunter : Excellent. The vampire will lead us to Mallus. Stay where you are, Dr. Heywood.

  Nate Heywood : [tied down]  Yeah, that's not gonna be a problem.

• Sara Lance : We need to talk.

  Rip Hunter : By now you know me better than to expect an apology.

  Sara Lance : Agents are dead because of you.

  Rip Hunter : They undertstood the risks of their profession. But we learned so much from the events of last night. Next time...

  Sara Lance : There won't be a "next time", Rip. You show up out of nowhere practically begging for our help, and then you betray us. You've gone rogue from every organization that you've ever been a part of. 'Cause you don't trust anyone. I don't know how I could have ever trusted you.

  Rip Hunter : Sara, I need you with me now more than ever.

  Sara Lance : Do you remember when you told me you had nothing left to teach me? I guess you had one final lesson.

  [a gateway opens, and Agent Sharpe and Director Bennett enter] 

  Sara Lance : How to be a cold son of a bitch.

• Ray Palmer : That's not a phone. It's a 2016 Palmer Tech 7G smart watch. Hand it over.

  Coroner : I don't know what you're on about.

  Mick Rory : [raising his stake]  You want some of this?

  Sara Lance : [the coroner hands the watch over]  Who does that watch belong to?

  [he remains silent] 

  Sara Lance : No? All right. Mick, stake him.

  Coroner : [cowering]  Oh, all right. All right. A vicar was walking down the street as calm as can be when a dead man fell from the sky. It wasn't no normal corpse, neither. No identification, strange clothes, and that there watch.

  Sara Lance : Which you stole.

  Coroner : He wasn't gonna miss it. I will, though. It is the finest timepiece I've ever seen.

  Ray Palmer : It did sell better in England.

• Sara Lance : Nate, why are we staring at an anachronism map?

  Nate Heywood : Because, captain, I did a deep dive on the data, and the anachronisms we created at first glance seem scattershot, random. But since history is cause and effect, I decided to do a little experiment. I folded the linear timeline onto itself following the mathematics of the Golden Ratio. Follow me...

  [leading them to Gideon's interface] 

  Nate Heywood : Damn it, Gideon, that was your cue.

  Gideon : My apologies, Dr. Heywood.

• Coroner : Who are you lot?

  Nate Heywood : Oi. Scotland Yard. We're here to see about these so-called vampire attacks.

  Sara Lance : And we're with the NYPD.

  Jefferson Jackson : Nothing like a bit of cooperation from across the pond, right?

  Nate Heywood : Right.

  Ray Palmer : This one of the victims?

  Coroner : Unlucky devil.

  [Mick steps forward and stakes the victim in the heart] 

  Nate Heywood : Whoa, whoa! Mick!

  Mick Rory : You don't want him coming back to life, do you?

• Ray Palmer : Rip!

  Sara Lance : Rip?

  Rip Hunter : Welcome to London.

  Mick Rory : Listen, Englishman. Those time pigs try to take me, I'll burn 'em alive.

  Rip Hunter : The... the Time Bureau are not actually aware of my current whereabouts. And as surprising as this may sound... I need the Legends' help.

• Rip Hunter : When I permitted the Legends to keep the Waverider...

  Nate Heywood : Nobody permits us to do anything.

  Rip Hunter : I had an ulterior motive.

  Sara Lance : Why does that not surprise me?

• Rip Hunter : For the last five years, I've been chasing a phantom. A name whispered across time and in every language. Mallus.

  Nate Heywood : The Phantom Mollusk? An evil shellfish?

  Rip Hunter : "Mall-us". An evil so ancient and powerful that the Time Masters dared not speak his name. Now, I believe that he is recruiting allies from throughout time to his cause. Now, anachronisms are the result of your breaking time.

  Mick Rory : [meaning Sara]  It was her idea.

  Rip Hunter : But these outliers, they are most certainly the work of Mallus. Now, the Time Bureau is a bureaucracy and lacks the imagination to understand this particular threat, and Director Bennett objects to my crusade.

  Sara Lance : Hmm.

  Rip Hunter : I'm alone out here.

  Nate Heywood : So... what I'm hearing is your hot new girlfriend dumped you and now you're crawling back to your ex.

  Mick Rory : Ugh. And I'm no one's side piece.

  Sara Lance : You know, I think they're on to something here. Look, "sweetie". We would love to take you back, but we don't know how we could trust you again.

  Rip Hunter : Would circumstances be any different if I were to call off my hot new girlfriend's pursuit of you?

  Nate Heywood , Sara Lance : Hmm...

  Sara Lance : Deal.

• Rip Hunter : This outlier, the... the vampire, is most likely the objective of Mallus. Catch the vampire, catch Mallus.

  Sara Lance : Sounds like we're gonna need vampire bait.

  [she glances at Mick, who glances at Nate] 

  Nate Heywood : Me? Is it 'cause I'm handsome?

  Mick Rory : Pretty.

  Nate Heywood : Pretty handsome.

• Nate Heywood : Overcrowding and poverty made Whitechapel a breeding ground for criminal activity, culminating in the Ripper's murders right around... well, now. Isn't history fascinating?

  Sara Lance : It certainly is.

  Mick Rory : Trusting the Englishman was a damn mistake.

  Rip Hunter : You know we're all on comms, don't you, Mr. Rory?

  Mick Rory : I don't give a rat's ass.

• Mick Rory : [Nate has been abducted]  You find Pretty?

  Sara Lance : No. We lost him.

  Rip Hunter : We found potatoes. Never fear. The game's afoot.

• Nate Heywood : Whatever they roofied me with fritzed out my powers.

  Sara Lance : Can you describe where you are?

  Nate Heywood : Uh, like a... an operating room? All I know is there's a spooky-ass red moon painting on the wall.

• Sir Henry Stein : Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.

  Rip Hunter : Truly uncanny.

  Sara Lance : It's that 'stache that's

  [mimicking Stein's tone] 

  Sara Lance : astonishing.

• Nate Heywood : Wait, the vampire... that was you?

  Lab Assistant : A two-pronged needle by my own invention is hardly vampiric.

  Nate Heywood : Then who's the stiff?

  Sara Lance : [entering]  Nate, are you okay?

  Nate Heywood : Does it look like I'm okay? Instead of a sexy vampire, I got stuck with this weirdo.

• Curtis Holt : Whoa, guys, I am digging the digs. I mean, I have some serious lab envy over here.

  Ray Palmer : Yeah? Well, check this out.

  [he slides the image from Stein's device to a plasma screen] 

  Curtis Holt : Whoa! Okay, wow. Uh, well, I've analyzed that unidentified print and got back 100,000 possible variations on a complete friction ridge.

  Ray Palmer : Okay, so, do we have a match?

  Curtis Holt : Unfortunately. I hope you guys have a bar on that ship, because you're gonna need a drink. The watch belongs to...

  Sara Lance : [cut to Sara opening the 'coffin']  Damien Darhk.

• Rip Hunter : Darhk must be integral to Mallus' plan.

  Sara Lance : We can't leave Damien Darhk's body to be resurrected.

  Rip Hunter : Uh, Darhk may be a madman, but he's not the madman we're presently after.

• Mick Rory : The hell is going on? We're not killing vampires anymore?

  Rip Hunter : Captain Lance, need I remind you we are no longer just fixing ordinary anachronisms here. Mallus is the only game that matters.

  Sara Lance : No, it's your game. We have to stop Damien Darhk from coming back to life.

  Rip Hunter : And we will. But from all indications, Mallus is coming here to recruit Darhk. If we destroy Darhk's body, we destroy any chance of apprehending Mallus at the resurrection ceremony.

  Nate Heywood : If Sara says kill Darhk, or re-kill Darhk, or prop him up in a convertible like "Weekend at Bernie's", that's what we do, because she's the captain.

  Rip Hunter : I know that you all want to destroy Darhk once and for all. You're just gonna have to be patient.

  Sara Lance : I'd like to speak to you in private.

  Nate Heywood : [patting him on the shoulder]  Good luck in there.

• Sara Lance : I'm not letting Damien Darhk come back to life. Full stop.

  Rip Hunter : You've lost perspective. You're letting personal prejudice cloud your judgment.

  Sara Lance : If I had, I wouldn't have put Damien Darhk back into the timeline and erased his memory so that he could kill my sister. Again.

  Rip Hunter : Look, Sara. I understand how perilous it would be for Mr. Darhk to return.

  Sara Lance : Do you? Because I am the only one in this room that's been resurrected, and it wasn't an improvement.

  Rip Hunter : You're right. You're right. You've got to understand, Sara, that I... I've been chasing Mallus for so long that... perhaps it is I who's lost perspective.

• Dr. Martin Stein : It's Mr. Hunter.

  Nate Heywood : What's he done?

  [a protective steel shield covers the Waverider] 

  Ray Palmer : All the exits are locked.

  Jefferson Jackson : And I can't override the command.

  Sara Lance : Damn it, Rip.

  Mick Rory : Told you we should never have trusted the Englishman.

  Amaya Jiwe : Where's Zari?

• Jefferson Jackson : Our coordinates say we're right above the Order.

  Sara Lance : Prepare the shock missiles.

  Mick Rory : [reading "Dracula"]  Three pages left.

  Amaya Jiwe : What are you doing? Zari's in there.

  Sara Lance : I need you to target the cargo bay.

  Ray Palmer : Our cargo bay?

  Nate Heywood : Shouldn't we have a team vote first?

  Sara Lance : If anybody has a better idea how to get the ship open, now's the time. Trust me, Jax. Fire.

• Damien Darhk : [draining the life from Rip]  Any last words, Rip? Yes, I remember you. I remember everything.

  [Sara and Amaya swing in] 

  Sara Lance : Remember us?

  Damien Darhk : Oh, goody. More Legends. Here to kill me, I assume.

  Sara Lance : Well, this time it'll stick.

• Ava Sharpe : Thank you for notifying us of Director Hunter's whereabouts.

  Sara Lance : Now the Legends are free to fly the skies?

  Ava Sharpe : Affirmative. The Time Bureau has bigger things to worry about than a bunch of idiots.

• Mick Rory : You find Pretty?

  Sara Lance : No, we lost him.

  Rip Hunter : We found potatoes.