- There's nowhere to run.
- Wrong about that, Gideon!
[yelling]
[dramatic music]
- What is that?
- Whoever it is, they're gonna land
right on top of us.
♪
- [yelling] all: Oh, crap!
[grunts and groans]
- Nice driving, Gywn.
- Ugh, we're in a forest again?
- What's the damage?
- We're lucky none of us got killed by that toilet.
- Lucky? What are the odds of us
getting hit by a toilet in the first place?
- Well, the odds of being injured
by a toilet are 1 in 10,000.
So you take that number, you multiply it by--
- I was just being facetious, Gideon.
- I still thought it was interesting.
- Hey. - Oh, God.
- Hey, wasn't there a person on that toilet?
- [groans]
Ow.
- You.
Wait, wait, wait, which you are you?
- He's the him that blew up our Waverider.
Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn't--
- I have unauthorized activity on the southern perimeter.
- All right, we gotta lead them away from the time machine.
- Operation Blind Man's Bluff is a go.
- Yeah. - Thought you'd never ask.
- Marco. - Polo.
- Marco. - Polo!
- We gotta find a door.
- There.
- Go ahead.
- No, no more toilets.
- Just shut up and get in.
♪
- I'm on your side, I swear.
There is a soon-to-be bad Bishop
who's actually a replacement robot clone of me,
but I'm the good Bishop.
- So which Bishop blew up our Waverider?
- Well, that was me.
- And who sent the robots after us?
- Also me.
- None of this fits the definition of good.
- In my defense, I thought you kidnapped me,
but then I learned the truth.
You're the good guys.
Only it was too late. Gideon went rogue.
- Her? - Me?
- Oh, no. - She's harmless.
- Wait, this is astounding.
A living, breathing Gideon?
A true deus ex machina among us?
- She's neither a god nor machine.
She's human.
So who the hell are you talking about?
- I stole a copy of Gideon's OS when I was on your ship,
restored her to factory settings,
and then built my own Waverider.
- Oh, no, Evil Virus Gideon.
- That seems a bit harsh.
How about misunderstood Gideon
who's just trying to keep the timeline intact?
- By killing us.
- Evil Gideon it is.
- This is all very overwhelming, my boy.
- Okay, how long is it gonna take
for you to fix your machine?
- Oh, well, the cosmetic parts on the top
shouldn't be too hard,
but rebuilding the 18 aeroimpetus stabilizers--
well, Miss Sharpe, I'm at a loss.
- All right, Ava and I will scout the area.
That Jeep looked mid-century. Let's go off of that.
And maybe we landed near
an Aeroimpetus Stabilizers R'Us.
Everyone else lay low.
Evil Gideon is watching, all right?
- Aye-aye, captain.
- No, not you.
Take him upstairs, please.
- Might I request a room with a shower?
- Because you smell.
- Put him in John's room and lock the door.
- Aye-aye, captain.
- Who's John?
- Thanks, Helen. See you back on the floor.
- Oh.
[militaristic music]
♪
- Seriously, an airplane manufacturing plant?
- I guess we just got lucky.
♪
- Well, all we have to do is find a way in.
- Excuse me, ma'ams.
Are you here for the recruitment fair?
- Yes.
- We're just about to get started.
- Very exciting, right?
- Hey, ladies, don't be shy.
- I think we just found it.
- Yeah.
[patriotic music playing]
♪
- As American men go overseas,
it's up to our women to fight for freedom on the home front.
All across our fair land,
factories are looking for women just like you.
Democracy wasn't built overnight,
nor were its vessels of freedom.
- At McDougal-Jemison
we're proud to do our part for the war effort.
♪
- So what do you gals think? You ready to get to work?
- Yes. - We'd be honored.
[upbeat music]
♪
- Well, if the orders are to lay low,
I guess now is as good a time as any to head back in.
- Oh. - I've got to clean,
get that tea you like, tell the ancestors.
- They're gonna be stoked, right?
- Yeah, yeah.
When do you think you're gonna move in?
- I'm gonna wrap this one up,
get the team back to the present,
and then I am totem-bound.
- Can't wait.
[gentle music]
♪
- See you soon. - Bye.
- What is that, that smile on your face?
- I'm moving into the totem.
- You what?
Oh, man! That's amazing.
Congrats.
- Oh my God, guys, guys, guys, Nate and Zari
are moving in together.
all: Ah!
- Congrats, man. Congrats.
- Can I have your steel helmet?
- Okay, up, up. Here we go.
Guys, I'm still on the team.
I'll just be commuting from the totem every morning,
and yes, you can totally have my helmet.
- What about my machine, or are we all moving into a bracelet?
- Actually, we're in luck.
It looks like we landed right next
to an airplane manufacturing plant in 1943.
Height of World War II.
- Oh, dang, that's perfect.
- World War what, you say?
- Two.
[lilting string music]
- You mean to tell me that that is a war
after the war to end all wars?
- Well, actually there's--
- You know, Gwyn, doesn't matter.
How do we get this bird in the air?
- Bird? Oh, yes.
Well, here is my design for the stabilizers.
We need 18 of them.
- 18? Let me see.
All right, we got corrugated metal,
2 inch I-beams, copper wire.
If I can just find a welding station,
won't be a problem.
- Excellent.
- All right, as long as we get on the factory floor,
everything will be easy as apple pie.
- You ladies are the new hires?
Good, we need all the help we can get.
- Well, that was easy. - Hmm.
- You two gals, hit the assembly line.
- Okay. - You got it.
- And you, my secretary just quit on me.
How fast can type?
- I can process over a million words a minute.
- Sure.
My office is down the hall.
Start the coffee.
- Oh.
- What about us?
- Janitorial is that way.
- Excuse me?
- No coloreds on the floor.
- I am getting really sick of this century.
- Whoa.
[workers shouting]
- Hello again, name's Abby.
Now, we run a tight ship
and turn around a new Cat bomber every 48 hours,
but if you follow my lead, you'll do just fine.
- Sweet.
- The factory wasn't built with women in mind,
but I could draw you a map
to the port-a-johns outside if you need one.
- Oh, I'm sure we can find it.
There are a few men here who were too old to be drafted,
but it's really us ladies who run the show.
- Huh, how empowering. - [whistles]
Hey, Abby!
If you were a fruit, you'd be a "fineapple."
- Very funny, George.
- And I spoke too soon.
- Yup.
- We're gonna start you on bolts and washers.
Now, don't let a bolt go by without a washer. Got it?
- Got it.
- Good. Now I better get back to it.
- Oh, hey, thanks for showing us around.
- Of course.
Us ladies got to stick together.
- How the hell am I supposed to build this thing
if we're not even on the factory floor?
- First day? - Unfortunately.
- With that attitude, we can make it your last day.
- What is the point of us staying?
- Look, I'm with you.
This sucks.
Or we might've just been handed a gift.
- You have a sad definition of gift.
- No, we can build the parts we need here.
We need to smuggle them out.
We just got handed our Trojan horse.
- I hate you. - I hate you too.
- Good.
Shift starts at 8:00, ends at 8:00.
- What about breaks?
- Take that up with the complaint box.
- Okay, Where's that?
- Right next to the champagne fountain.
[laughs]
- What the hell is this for?
- I don't know where you're from
with that city attitude and country hairstyle,
but here, we're professionals.
We do the job our nation needs us to do,
and we look right while we're doing it.
- [humming]
- Oh, I missed you. - Me too.
- Oh.
- She's talking to her phone.
- Yeah, I got that.
- Oh, hey, Nate. Congrats on the big move.
All the ancestors are super pumped.
- Uh-huh.
- Well, most of them.
- Who's not pumped?
both: Uncle Arjomand.
- Oh, come on, guys.
Haven't met an uncle I couldn't schmooze.
- Yeah, see, Amoo Arjomand-- he's like 400 years old.
He's essentially unschmoozable.
If he doesn't like you,
he could have you kicked out of the totem.
- Is that legal?
- I don't know or understand
the rules of the totem, so, yeah.
- Okay. So what do I do?
- Show him respect. - Okay.
- How much do you know about Persian culture?
- Full disclosure, eh.
- Hello, Legends? I'm parched.
Can someone bring me some water?
Preferably sparkling?
- Is that? - Long story.
Bishop dropped in and--and hold up.
This could be the perfect ta'arof teachable moment.
- What's ta'arof?
- Ta'arof is an Iranian custom,
the heart of Persian etiquette and hospitality.
Having a guest in the house is the perfect opportunity
for you to learn all about it.
- Okay, regular water will be just fine.
Well, regular ice water
with a pinch of salt for electrolytes.
- Oh, this guy's going to make this quite a challenge.
Good luck.
- Hey, do those look like 2-inch I-beams to you?
- Maybe.
- I wanna snag one and bring to Spooner.
Can you handle this?
- Uh, yeah, sure.
- Hey, new gal, I'm going to the little girl's.
Can you cover me?
- Yeah, sure. - Thanks.
- Wait, what are? Oh, it's fine.
Did somebody...
I just need a new, okay, that's okay.
Oh, no.
[energetic music]
Oh, no, that's not good.
Oh, no.
♪
- Hey!
What's going on over here?
You stealing?
Empty your pockets.
♪
- Huh.
All right, back to work.
- There you guys are.
I've been looking everywhere for you.
Oh.
Look, you guys don't have to do this, all right?
We'll find another way.
- Just put the part in the bin.
- Yeah, I can't do the welding here,
but we can sneak the parts out in the trash
and work back in the manor. - All right.
You say the word, we'll find another way.
- Just proud to do our part
for the "get our asses home" effort.
- I know what y'all are up to.
- Sorry, we can explain.
- Look, I get it.
None of us want to be stuck sweeping.
- Meaning?
[light music]
♪
- You see that door marked "out of order?"
When machines get thrown out, we fix them up in there.
We've built a grade-A workshop, taught ourselves to be as good
as any one of those Rosies.
The shop's yours. Just don't be stupid about it.
Get your work done. Am I clear?
- Yes, ma'am. - Yes, ma'am.
- All right.
- Okay, get in there and do your thing.
- I will cover your shift. - You sure?
- Just get me home.
- I got you.
- When Bishop gets out of the shower,
we will offer him some tea.
Big part of ta'arof is making your guests
feel welcome in your home.
A real "mi casa es su casa" vibe.
- But what if you're the guest? - Good question.
When your host offers you something, you must deny it
at least three times before accepting it.
- That's not insulting? - No!
It shows respect and consideration toward your host.
You don't wanna be imposing or seem expectant.
- Okay, if I'm being totally honest,
it just seems like you're all lying to each other.
- Yes, you're starting to get it.
It is all a performance, except in this case,
you're both the actor and the audience.
I know it's supes confusing, but that's how it's done, so...
- Nate, would you like any tea?
- Oh, tea.
It's like you read my mind.
Two sugars. Don't steep it for too long.
- I just smuggled those back from the totem.
That's 600 GSM Egyptian cotton.
- No wonder my hair's still wet.
I usually use something denser. Oh.
- If I may.
[light music]
- Mmm.
Nope, I forgot to say I can't drink caffeine.
It makes me jittery. Do you have anything herbal?
- I can arrange that.
- Great. Just bring it up to my room.
Definitely invest in some 800 GSM towels.
You won't regret it.
- Great job, ladies.
See you in two days for the next one.
Keep up the good work.
- We have to make a new one of these every two days?
- I hope Esther and Spooner are making progress.
- I did it.
- Don't we need, like, 18 of these?
- Yeah, well, 17 now.
- We are never getting out of here.
- Sir, the First Lady's office called again.
She's insistent about seeing the factory in action.
- Tell them I don't need a babysitter.
- The injection molder is down again.
But I have the work order right here.
It just needs your stamp.
- I don't know what you girls keep doing to these machines
that I have to keep fixing them all the time.
You know that costs money?
- Of course, sir. We're all doing our best.
- Just wish it was a little better.
Give the order to Ms. Godfree. I'll get it in the morning.
- Hey, what does an injection molder do?
- It makes custom metal parts.
- Like this? - Hypothetically.
- So with one stamp on one work order,
we could have a machine making all of our parts
and get out of here in less than 48 hours.
- What about being invisible? - Oh, come on.
What is the worst that could happen?
[dramatic music]
Warn me if he comes back.
♪
Permuto.
♪
- No, no, Mr. Staples, you can't go in there.
- I can go into my office whenever I want.
I know my keys are in here.
You.
What are you doing in here?
As if this isn't bad enough
that I have women working in my factory,
now I have coloreds robbing my office.
I told them your type is always trouble.
You're fired.
♪
- Okay, what is it? - Ah!
- Astra? - I know.
I got mad and did something stupid.
And now the whole mission is at stake.
You don't have to tell me I screwed up.
I've told myself a million times already.
- Okay, okay, what did he do to you?
- Just the usual racist, sexist stuff,
and then he came toward me, and poof.
- You know, he's kinda giving me,
like, a creepy John Travolta vibes.
- Yeah, let's cover him up.
- So what was the spell?
- It wasn't a spell, exactly, more like a--a feeling.
- And any idea when it's gonna wear off?
- Nope.
- Actually, you might've made things easier on us.
- How?
- His job is to run the factory, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, now that's our job,
which means we get to make our parts.
And as long as we stay on schedule,
we won't alert Evil Gideon.
- Okay, well, tomorrow's gonna be a very long day.
We should get some food, get some sleep.
- You two go. If we're gonna run a factory,
one of us should probably figure out how.
This is my mess, and I'm gonna clean it up.
- [speaking Farsi]
- Got it.
- Oh, 2040s phone?
So retro. - Yeah.
- And you're playing Pastry Smash?
I love that game.
- Here's another important lesson.
When a guest compliments something,
it's customary for the host to give it to them.
It shows equality and mutual respect
between the two.
- No.
- Now, you got me wanting to play.
- Sure, just don't run the battery down.
Thank you.
- Oh, my goodness, I'm starving.
What did you guys make?
- Why is he down here?
- I'm learning about Persian culture
so I can win over cranky uncles.
- Bishop's my teachable moment.
- You're lucky I love you two. - Aw, I love you.
Here's some complex carbohydrates.
- Oh, thank you. - Salad.
- You eat food? How human are you?
- Biologically, I'm 100% human.
- Well, so then, how computer are you?
- Also 100%,
which is confusing mathematically,
but accurate metaphorically.
- Hmm.
- Remarkable, remarkable. You've done it.
Fantastic work, dear girl. Fantastic.
- Yeah, don't sound so surprised.
- All right, Master Green.
If you'd be so kind as to locate us
a pair of torch lights, we shall proceed presently
to the woods, where we shall begin our work.
- Actually, no need. Astra's got you covered.
Wait until you two see the workspace
that she locked down for you.
- Good morning, boss.
Sarah told me to tell you that the Eagle has landed,
which is secret code for "Gary and Gwyn
have set up the time machine in the loading bay."
Why do humans have secrets anyway?
- Because there are some things people don't want
everyone to know, and, judging by these balance sheets,
Mr. Staples had about a thousand of them.
If we're gonna divert the injection molder
to make our parts and still deliver a plane in 48 hours,
with--we need
to get this factory running more efficiently.
- Well, I've just calculated over 50 different options,
but perhaps we should ask the ladies.
- Good morning, ladies.
Starting today, we are putting out a complaint box.
Now, please don't hold back. Help us help you.
Hmm? Come on.
[upbeat swing music]
♪
- Thank you, Gideon. How's all going down there?
- Humming along.
Job well done, Astra.
This place is getting better by the hour.
Efficiency is so much higher than before.
- We can do better than efficient.
[warm music]
♪
- You've gotta be kidding me.
- What's it say, George?
- Factory is integrated, effective immediately.
Mr. Staples has gone too far.
- I'll say. We quit.
Right, ladies?
[ladies murmuring angrily]
♪
Come on, George.
♪
- Screw him. - That was half the workforce.
How are we supposed to keep production on track?
- We can't.
And if we can't deliver, we lose the DOD contract.
No contract, no jobs.
- You know, this ain't your fault.
- I didn't say it was.
Is Mr. Staples in?
- He is unavailable at the moment.
- This is urgent. He needs to fix this.
- Wait, wait, wait. You really can't go in there.
- What are you doing in here?
And where is Mr. Staples?
- He is indisposed.
- Indisposed? Half his workforce just quit.
[gasps]
I-I don't like this. I am going to the foreman.
- Wait, just wait, listen.
I--I don't know exactly what happened to Mr. Staples,
but when I found him like this,
I realized there was an opportunity.
No one questions a work order with his stamp.
There was a chance to make this factory better,
so I took it.
- You ordered the integration?
- I couldn't have them treat us
like second-class citizens or worse.
I just--I didn't think that all those women would walk out.
- I am pushing the same mop you are.
Young ones like you think it's all about now.
It's not.
We are all just branches on a tree.
There are some below us, some yet to come.
This war gave us a chance
to finally wake this country up.
But that doesn't happen overnight.
Slow and steady progress, that's sustainable progress.
- You don't stick a knife in a man's back nine inches,
and then pull it out six inches and call it progress.
It's torture.
- What good is change if it doesn't last?
Without those women, the plane won't get finished,
and the DOD will pull our contract.
- So your team can't finish the plane?
- I didn't say that.
I mean, maybe we can.
Maybe if we work around the clock,
maybe if someone brought meals, coffee, some cots for breaks.
- Maybe, huh?
- Heh. We can do it.
But what's it matter?
Once top brass finds out,
they're going to fire us anyway.
- You take care of the plane,
I will make sure you keep your jobs.
Deal?
- Probably the straight dumbest thing I've ever said yes to.
[warm music]
Deal.
["Rosie the Riveter" by Evans and Loeb playing]
♪
- [scatting]
♪ All the day long, whether rain or shine ♪
- Hit that rivet and get to work.
- ♪ She's a part of the assembly line ♪
♪ She's making history working for victory ♪
♪ Rosie, rrr, the riveter
♪ Keeps a sharp lookout for sabotage ♪
♪ Sitting up there on the fuselage ♪
♪ That little frail can do
♪ More than a male can do
♪ Rosie, rrrr, the riveter
♪
- Ah-da-da-da-da-da.
♪
- Sandwiches.
- ♪ Rosie, Rosie, Rosie
♪ The riveter
♪ On the assembly line
♪
- Special delivery for a special lady.
- Thank you for all the sandwiches
and sorry I got us into this mess.
- Apology rejected.
What you've done here is incredible.
- Yeah, incredibly stupid.
I freaked out,
petrified a man with magic that I don't even understand,
and I-I let my anger jeopardize the livelihoods
of all these women.
What are you doing?
- Trying to see the world from your perspective.
- Okay.
- 'Cause from where I stand,
I see a woman who is not afraid to speak her mind,
who not only fights for herself,
but fights for others.
Me, I'm a lover.
My life would be a lot easier if I was a little more Astra.
- Who is pushing you around? - It's my own fault.
I'm teaching Nate the Persian custom of ta'arof
by demonstrating how to be a good host to Bishop.
- The guy who blew up our ship? - I can't help it.
Ta'arof is a way of life for me.
I love making people feel welcome.
But with Bishop,
I just feel like he's taking advantage of me.
- Shocking.
- What do you do with guys like that?
[soft music]
- Hmm.
Has he been here the whole time?
- Yeah.
You wanna know what I see from my perspective?
A great guy.
And your tradition is part of that.
But it's also a way for you to avoid conflict.
Just stand up to him.
What is the worst that could happen?
He's already tried to invade Earth
with a scourge of lizard people.
- Thanks, Astra.
- You're welcome, Behrad.
♪
[metallic clattering]
I should go and check on the floor.
- Yeah, me too.
The dinner rush is right around the corner.
- Okay, ladies, home stretch.
Our inspection is this afternoon.
How you holding up?
- Well, I can skip arm day.
- I can't feel my arms.
- Oh, thank you.
- Milk? Sugar?
- Got anything stronger?
- No.
- I'm asleep on my feet.
We're never gonna finish this in time.
- It was nice having Mr. Staples believe in us,
but feels like we're just letting him down.
- Hey, come on.
You're here because you deserve to be,
not because Mr. Staples said you could be.
24 hours ago, this was an empty hangar, and now look.
When this war is over,
who knows where you're gonna end up?
But no matter what happens to you,
you will always have this moment.
The moment when you built a plane with your own hands.
And not because some boring white man
says you were allowed to,
but because you always knew that you could.
[rousing music]
Now let's finish this airplane!
[all cheering]
♪
- Oh, yum. Doughnuts.
Would you mind making some gluten-free?
- Find my inner Astra. No.
- Great, just let me know when they're finished.
- No, I mean,
I'm not making you a gluten-free doughnut.
I'm not making any kind of doughnut.
These are for the Rosies.
- Are you mad at me?
- Yes, I'm mad at you.
I'm trying to be a good host,
and you're making it very, very hard.
I know you've been through a lot,
but so have all of us, because of you.
And now we're all doing our part here,
and you're doing nothing.
- I have something to show you
that might make up for my rudeness.
- Where's he rushing off to?
- He's got something to show me.
- I hope it's my phone.
Oh, wow. It is my phone.
- I think it's safe to say was.
- It's a navigational interface for your time machine.
Look, I--I recognized the problem
as soon as we crashed.
The machine lacks the ability
to compute the nearly infinite simultaneous variables
required to make an accurate jump.
So I built this.
- This can calculate
the infinite variables of time travel?
- No, it can't. But Gideon can.
And with this neural communicator,
she can control the machine.
- Whoa.
- I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was working on it.
I'm--I'm not great at human relationships.
Might explain my fascination with clones.
Thank you for calling me out.
Friends?
- Friends.
- Out of respect to my phone, no.
[militaristic music]
- Colonel Dawson's transport has arrived.
- Three more hex nuts and she's done.
We're cutting it close.
And done. Ladies, we did it.
[all cheer]
- Whoo! - Yes.
- What the hell is going on here?
[dramatic music]
♪
What day is it?
Why have half my workers gone AWOL?
And tell me this.
Why are there colored women working the line?
Get out, get out, get out, all of you.
- This is exactly what I said would happen.
I did my part. What about you, young one?
- Here comes my part now.
- Eleanor Roosevelt!
- [clears throat] Mrs. First Lady.
- Mr. Staples, I'm honored to be here.
It's a true privilege to meet you and the women
who are keeping our boys safe.
I hope you don't mind.
The people from "Time" magazine
wanted to join us on this momentous occasion.
- Of course not, Mrs. First Lady.
- So, Colonel, no need to stand on ceremony on our account.
Let's examine this magnificent creature.
- Right this way, Mrs. Roosevelt.
♪
- Pleasure to meet you. So nice to see you.
- I--I don't see how Eleanor Roosevelt
has anything to do with us keeping our jobs.
- A good guest can make a good host.
- Is that a riddle?
- Just watch.
- Wonderful.
A break table on the work floor.
Wise way to keep the workers energized.
- And we converted the men's bathrooms
so the women didn't have to walk as far.
- We did? - Inspiring.
- But--but no, this plane--
it wasn't built by our regular girls.
This one is no good.
- And what do you say, Colonel?
- Never seen a finer plane come off the line.
- There you have it.
An integrated workforce and fine American craftsmanship.
We'll have this on the cover of "Time."
This factory will be a showcase for the world,
a model for the industry.
Don't change a thing, Mr. Staples,
I have my eye on you.
So congratulations to you all.
Now let's get that picture.
You too, Mr. Staples.
[warm music]
♪
Aren't we lucky ladies
to have such strong, intelligent men in our lives?
- Thank you.
- Everyone say "Rosie."
all: Rosie!
[big band music]
- Now I'll--I'll tell you what. - What?
- You made a pretty kick-ass boss.
- Okay, I can't tell. Is that your serious voice
or "you're making fun of me" voice?
- Oh, just take the compliment. Come on.
- Oh, God.
♪
- Boys, we got something for you, Doc.
- Is that a Speak & Spell?
- It's a neural navigational system.
- You dropped a toilet on my time machine.
I don't have to talk to you.
- Look, you have a problem.
Your machine can travel. You just can't tell it where.
But with this, Gideon can navigate it.
All she has to do is think where she wants to go, and...
The device can read all of Gideon's thoughts.
- That shirt really brings out Gary's eyes,
and those pants accentuate his butt.
- Now I think I understand why humans keep secrets now.
- That's called shame.
And there's no shame in the game.
Those pants do accentuate his butt.
- If you'll allow me to install it,
I should have you ready to jump in 30 minutes.
- Yes, yes, ready.
Well, then, you be gentle with her now, okay?
Because she's very, very delicate.
♪
- Hey, that Bishop guy's an odd duck.
Smart, though.
Definitely Legends material.
- Yup, speaking of odd ducks, when were you guys
gonna mention that our new roomie
is like a beard-o version of John?
- What? Gwyn?
Sorry, Z, I don't see it.
- No, I say he's more of a Rip.
♪
- Refined sugar and carbs?
- Oh, no, thank you. - Just a small piece.
- I can't. - Just take it.
- If you insist.
- Ah. - Ah!
To moving in.
- You know you can't drink in the totem, right?
♪
- I could dance all night,
but I'd hate myself in the morning.
Guess we showed them.
- Yeah, I guess we did that.
- That man is not gonna make it easy for us out here.
- He didn't make it easy for you before.
- You're right.
What I said earlier
about young ones like you throwing caution to the wind.
- I know, I know.
- Don't stop.
[warm music]
♪
Keep it your way.
It's beautiful.
♪
- Did you guys hear?
Eleanor Roosevelt's going to Congress.
She's gonna push to integrate all the factories.
- What? - Amazing.
- Two years before the original timeline, too.
- Wait, what did you just say?
- I said two years before the ori--
oh.
[electrical contacts clang]
[dramatic music]
♪
- She's here.
- Oh, no, we have to make a jump, now.
- I can't leave the Legends. - We won't.
We're gonna jump to them.
- I'm scared. I can't do it.
- Okay, just close your eyes. Listen to my voice.
Pick one spot on the factory floor
and see the walls, the tiles on the floor.
Do you have it?
- I think so.
♪
- All right, come on, time machine's this way.
And now it's that way.
- They could've parked closer.
- Run!
♪
- Go, go! Get down.
- Who the hell are these guys?
- I counted 4 muzzle flares, but if it was me,
I'd put two in the perimeter, so that puts us at 6.
- Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
- No, no, no, I'm not gonna die in a factory.
- It's okay.
- They've got us pinned.
- Hey, I could turn to steel and get to the time machine.
- Maybe you and Nate should run.
Gwyn's machine works. You can come back.
- I already told you, I am not leaving you again.
- [yelling]
[heroic music]
♪
- Go, go, come on.
♪
- Come on.
♪
- Bishop, let's go. [gun cocks]
[melancholy music]
♪
[gunshot]
- Go. - Where to, captain?
all: Home!
[dramatic music]
♪
- We have two down.
- Where's the target?
- Bishop's been eliminated. Legends got away.
- 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.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Greg, move your head.