- ♪ ♪
[ALARM BLARING]
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
[METALLIC CRASH]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
♪ ♪
- [GROWLING]
- [BOTH YELP]
[ALARM BLARING]
Gideon, what is it?
I didn't sound the alarm.
It was Mr. Rory, I believe.
[GROANS]
Hey.
Sorry.
Oh, you're not used to my nighttime makeup.
I mean, no makeup.
Sorry to ruin the illusion.
No, you, um...
you look just like her.
Oh.
You mean the other Zari.
Yeah.
I could change my hair if it would help.
Help what?
Whatever's happening down there.
[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]
- It's not my fault.
- Mm.
- I was sleeping.
- Yeah.
It's natural.
Whatever you say, Steel.
[UPBEAT HIP-HOP PLAYING]
Move your butts, people.
Need you on the bridge.
All right, all right.
Just gotta finish my last set.
♪ ♪
Is he doing all right, Gideon?
Mr. Tarazi asked me to formulate
an ingestible gelatinous cannaboid compound
to help him sleep.
You make marijuana candy?
- ♪ ♪
- _ Sometimes I wonder if they're ever gonna let me back into Texas.
[SIGHS]
Rory, what time is it?
Technically, time doesn't exist in the Temporal Zone.
Yes, thank you, Gideon.
I just mean it's early.
I got a hit on the alien that kidnapped Sara.
What?
Why the hell didn't you wake me?
Well, remember that sketch I drew?
The, uh, squid face?
Oh, yeah, I thought it was chicken wings.
Well, Gideon helped me find this photo buried amongst some old KGB files.
Report about a crashed space alien.
It was redacted until Putin was ousted from power in .
"Redacted"?
"Ousted"?
Where are these words coming from, Rory?
I know words.
Look, uh, thanks for cleaning me up.
- [GRUNTS]
- Oh, thank you.
Oh, you even smell nice.
g*ng, great news.
Rory got a lead on the alien that took Sara.
Hmm.
Shocking, honestly.
Hmm.
The pod we're looking for was picked up by m*llitary forces at hours.
It's en route as we speak.
The plan, rendezvous with it here.
Any questions?
En route. Rendezvous.
Est-ce que tu parles français, Rory?
What?
Hey, this is great, Mick, but shouldn't Gideon do the coordinates?
Already set, numb nuts.
Wait, shouldn't we stop by John's, pick up him and Astra?
[ALL GRUNT]
[ROUSING MUSIC]
Let's move.
It's a two-click hike through thick jungle.
Right, I love the intensity, Rory, but just a little heads-up would be nice.
Okay, hold up, I thought this was a time machine.
Why not bring us back an hour earlier?
That way, y'all can change out of your pj's.
Oh, girl, we don't ask those questions.
[EXCITING MUSIC]
♪ ♪
- Damn it.
We forgot Behrad.
Spooner, what did I tell you about the Legends' buddy system?
That hippie burnout wouldn't want no part of this action.
Okay, Rory, what's the plan?
Cover me.
With what?
I'm wearing slippers.
[SUSPENSEFUL BRASSY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
[SHOUTING]
Commie son of a bitch tried to sh**t me!
Think it was a bad idea letting Rory run point?
Eh, we've had messier missions.
[SCREAMS]
[HORNS HONK]
[SHOUTING]
Let's go.
[SCREAMS]
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
I'm in!
Let's go!
[GRUNTS]
Why is everyone sh**ting?
Oh, they started it!
Time to check on the loot.
We're not bank robbers, Rory.
Well, you wouldn't guess it by our use of g*ns.
Yeah, well, right to bear arms, that is my Second Amendment privilege.
The right to tell you g*ns suck, that's my First.
Okay, we're not gonna sh**t the alien.
we're gonna talk to it.
Oh, what if it doesn't wanna talk?
Then we roast it.
Okay, just open the crate, Rory.
Huh.
This alien pod's different than the last one.
That's because it's not an alien pod.
It's a warhead from a Soviet SS- medium-range ballistic m*ssile.
Uh, Rory, where are we?
Uh, some island in the Caribbean.
Wouldn't happen to be Cuba, would it, Mick?
Please tell me you didn't take us to .
Why?
What happened?
- Oh.
- Oh.
Rory, you just dropped us in the middle of the Cuban m*ssile Crisis.
And helped us steal a nuke.
- So?
- So?!
This is the moment in history when Americans and Soviets came to the brink of nuclear w*r.
If we so much as sneeze...
okay, nobody move.
It could be Armageddon.
Okay, but we can still find the alien that'll help us find Sara.
You remembered to cloak the ship before we left, right?
_ [PHONE RINGS]
Yes.
I see.
Let him in.
Mr. President.
If this is about the, uh, missiles down in Cuba, I've already been briefed.
I'm afraid that the nukes are the least of our problems.
These photographs were taken on the latest U- pass over Cuba.
What the hell is that?
Mr. President, it would appear that the Soviets have a new bomber.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Gideon, what's the latest in D.C.?
JFK just called for an emergency meeting
of his top advisors.
Damn it, that's what I get for letting Rory run point in the middle of the Cold w*r.
- It's all good.
- Is it?
JFK delivered a masterclass in diplomacy during the Cuban m*ssile Crisis.
How do I know this?
Because I wrote my doctoral thesis on it.
You wanna go to Washington.
[AS JFK]
With your permission, Captain, I would love to throw the ball...
No.
No.
Lose the accent.
- Way to wear that suit, though.
- Thank you.
Aw.
Thanks, girl.
What happened to your totem?
Oh, old one clashed.
I take it you wanna go to Washington too.
Yes, I spent a lot of time on this.
Ah, morning, team.
What'd I miss?
Nate and Zari are gonna make sure that JFK doesn't start World w*r III.
The rest of us are chasing down a displaced space alien in Cuba.
- No big deal.
- Cool.
I'll just be...
Ah, you will just be with me.
Let's go.
- Come on.
- [GROANING]
[WHISPERING]
We're gonna go see the Kennedys!
Good news, Captain.
We found the pod.
It's currently on its way to Fidel Castro's not-so-secret bunker.
Wow, you found the alien using your powers?
Nah.
CB radio.
[SOLDIER SPEAKING SPANISH]
De nada, Capitan.
Mm-hmm.
Right.
Easiest way in is here.
I'm guessing four guards.
- We just blow the place to smi...
- Okay, I'll take it from here.
They're not gonna let you just walk through the front door.
That's exactly what they're gonna do.
Let's go.
Behrad, come with me.
Why do you keep grabbing me?
Look, Captain.
Authoritarian leaders, secret bunkers, nuclear missiles, I'm just not feeling the energy of this mission.
Too bad, because I need your energy, okay?
Can't afford any hotheads starting a nuclear w*r.
Hey, I'm just trying to help you find your girlfriend.
You know what you can help me do is get the m*ssile back to the people that we stole it from.
Wait, the Russians?
That defeats the purpose of stealing.
Our job is to protect history.
Remember that next time.
[SOLDIERS SHOUTING]
Oye, oye.
Where do you think you're going?
Sorry, brother, we just got turned around.
Is there another entrance we can maybe try?
- Who is your companion?
- Oh, uh, she's...
[IN RUSSIAN ACCENT]
I am Dr.
Yevgania Shostenko.
At ease, comrade.
Who are you here to see?
Um, that's classified?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
It's cool.
We can come back later.
Oh, no, please.
We enter now.
It's...
What kind of doctor are you?
Em...
[CLEARS THROAT]
The kind who specializes in extraterrestrial creatures.
Why didn't you say so?
Follow me.
We're supposed to give the nuke to the Russkies, right?
Well, those ain't Russkies.
Uh, permission to sh**t our way out of a sticky situation, Captain.
No, absolutely not.
The last thing we need is an international incident.
- Do you copy?
- Uh-huh.
Was that a "yes" grunt or a "no"?
[GRUNTS]
That's what I thought.
Just let me do the talking, okay?
♪ ♪
Sorry, we, uh, found this rig in the jungle.
We're just trying to get it back to our Soviet comrades.
It is a stolen m*ssile!
Yeah, we'd hate for a nuke to fall into the wrong hands.
Which is why I must take it to El Comandante immediately.
- El who?
- Fidel freakin' Castro.
Sir, wouldn't the Soviets prefer that we return it to them?
You don't understand.
The North Americans have started a mutant invasion.
You will follow us.
Did you not hear my order?
Lead the way, comrade.
♪ ♪
How does this help history, again?
Captain's orders.
Well, I liked it better when you were in charge.
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
I can't believe we're here.
Okay, let's focus.
What's the plan?
Uh, I'm gonna try to get into JFK's inner circle by pretending to be an international relations expert.
This way, I can keep his finger off the red button.
Okay, what about me?
Um...
you could pretend to be my...
Secretary.
Bingo.
- [WITH SOUTHERN ACCENT]
- Yes?
The boys could use a fresh pot.
Oh, right away, sir.
[CHUCKLES]
Who's the egghead?
Do I know you?
[CLEARS THROAT, CHUCKLES]
Uh, I...
I doubt it.
Dr.
Nate Heywood.
Harvard?
Class of ?
Yes.
Go, Crimson.
Well, you can always use another Harvard man in the huddle.
Isn't that right there, Bobby?
Class of ' .
Nice to meet you.
Bobby.
Uh, Nate Heywood.
Let me introduce you to the brain trust.
We have Secretary of Defense, Robert McNamara, class of ' .
- Nice to meet you.
- Secretary of Treasury.
- Douglas Dillon, class of ' .
- Pleasure.
Now that the reunion's over, perhaps we can get back to business.
[TENSE MUSIC]
General Kilgore here wants me to upgrade our nuclear readiness to DEFCON .
This photograph shows that the Soviets have some sort of space age bomber parked off the coast of Florida.
[COUGHS]
[WHISPERING]
Damn it, Mick.
What do you think, Mr. Heywood?
Me?
I, uh...
I mean, a spaceship.
It's probably made of plastic and plywood.
What did you say your area of expertise was, again?
♪ ♪
You know, Mr. President...
Call me Jack.
Wow.
Jack.
This reminds me of the Princeton game.
Refresh my memory, son, I was too busy fighting a World w*r.
Thank you for your service.
It was a - tie.
A defensive stalemate.
Neither team put the ball in the air, and neither got close enough to kick a field goal.
What a terrible game.
Both sides lost.
But... when we're talking about lobbing nukes at one another, that is the only way both sides win.
♪ ♪
He's over there.
In here.
Okay.
That's good.
Ah, just in time, comarada doctora.
The anesthesia is working, and we are ready to begin the vivisection.
[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Uh, the what?
The vivisection.
[IN RUSSIAN ACCENT]
Oh, oh, yes.
But first, can I have sh*t of vodka?
As they say in my country, it steadies the hands.
No!
There is no time.
The comandante wants to know how we can best k*ll these mutant invaders.
Oh...
okay.
Then, uh, let the vivisection begin.
- Hey, uh, team powwow.
- Mm-hmm.
You're gonna, uh, k*ll the only alien
- who can lead us to Sara?
- No!
Of course not!
I'm just stalling so I can come up with another plan.
Okay.
Okay!
I probably should have mentioned this before, but I do not like blood.
Relax, everyone!
[CHUCKLES]
I am just going to make a...
a tiny, little incision, yes?
♪ ♪
[CHUCKLES]
We are good.
It's just a little, tiny bit of blood.
[GAGS]
Uh, okay, it's okay.
Everybody, relax.
It's, uh, perfectly normal.
[AIR HISSING]
[GAGS]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[LATIN GUITAR MUSIC]
This area is restricted.
Come back here!
Let me see...
I didn't realize it was you, sir.
No worries.
Let me show you to the bunker.
Fidel will be so glad you're here.
♪ ♪
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Comandante, look who's here!
It's your old friend Che!
Wait, you think I'm Che Guevara?
I never said I was Che.
Then who are you?
I am...
Che's cousin, Jay?
♪ ♪
[JAUNTY MUSIC]
Jay Guevara.
Just as your cousin and I fought Batista's men, you and I will fight the CIA's mutant army.
Wait, you mean the alien?
Oh, sent to k*ll me, no doubt.
It's like the Bay of Pigs all over again, except this time, we've been invaded by squids from space.
Sir, I have an Ambassador Popov on the phone.
Ambassador, what a pleasant...
att*ck?
What att*ck?
[TENSE MUSIC]
You lost a nuclear m*ssile?
What do you mean, "stolen"?
It sounds like you've been drinking, so, uh, call me when you've sobered up.
What did he say?
You'll never believe it.
The Russian ambassador just accused us of attacking Cuba with a...
Steel man.
♪ ♪
Is that...
At least it's a good photo.
Steel man?
This is even faker than the space ship.
This is clearly a super yoked guy in silver body paint.
Actually, I have reason to believe that it's real.
DARPA initiated a program to develop a serum that could turn a soldier's flesh into metal.
It would appear that one of their test subjects has gone rogue.
Why didn't anyone tell me about such a program?
Eisenhower didn't think that you Harvard boys had the stones to deploy such a w*apon, but the good news is, the w*apon has been deployed for you.
But sir, if the Russkies think that we sent a steel soldier to sabotage their missiles, they might do something stupid and launch them.
[TENSE MUSIC]
So what do you suggest I do?
We launch a preemptive strike against Cuba.
We take their little island out of the equation.
Mr. President, this reminds me of the ' Yale game.
We...
You are the quarterback here, Jack.
You're the one calling the sh*ts.
♪ ♪
Take us to DEFCON , General.
[WHISPERING]
Yay, one less DEFCON.
That means we're one step closer to nuclear w*r.
Well, that makes no sense.
[MEDICAL STAFF LAUGHING]
Can I tell you a secret?
Sí, sí.
I'm not really Russian.
- Are you North American spy?
- Worse!
I'm a clone from the future.
I snuck onto the base to steal the alien!
I don't even know why I'm still talking like this!
Get comfy.
I'll be right back.
Do you know the CIA had a secret plot to try to put a b*mb in one of my cigars once?
[LAUGHS]
Not cool.
But now I have a secret w*apon of my own: a nuclear m*ssile.
I'm so done being a pawn in this game of chess between the Americans and the Soviets.
If Cuba is att*cked by squids, I will wipe Washington off the face off the Earth.
Ooh, candy.
Mmm.
[JAUNTY MUSIC]
♪ ♪
I've never seen this brand before.
They're not for everyone.
♪ ♪
Mmm.
Strap in, dude.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[ALL SNORING]
♪ ♪
[GRUNTING]
[SOLDIER CHUCKLES]
Fidel will decorate you two as heroes of the republic for this.
Great, great, I'll be sure to put that one in my trophy case.
[SHARP RINGING]
Headache, huh?
That time of the month?
Very funny.
No, I'm being serious.
My daughter, she has the same...
[GRUNTS]
Oh, that's very sweet of you then.
But it's not my period.
It's the alien.
[ALIEN SNARLS]
I think my powers are getting stronger.
It's not just feelings.
It's almost like I can hear it talking.
What's it saying?
[ALIEN SNARLS]
Don't wake up.
Please, not now.
Oh, that it is pissed.
We gotta find Ava.
♪ ♪
[ALIEN ROARING]
I don't wanna hurt you, all right?
I just need to know where you took my girlfriend.
[ALIEN SNARLS]
[GRUNTING]
[ALIEN SNARLING]
[ALIEN ROARING]
Let's get outta here.
If I can force the Soviets out of Cuba, then all the missiles will be mine.
Would you mind if I played you a song, Comandante?
I would have you k*lled if you didn't play me a song, Jay Guevara.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[GUITAR CHORDS PLAY]
[CAT STEVENS' "PEACE TRAIN"]
[MELLOW MUSIC]
♪ ♪ ♪ Well, I've been smiling lately ♪ ♪ Dreamin' about the world as one ♪ ♪ And I believe it could be ♪ ♪ Someday, it's going to come ♪ ♪ Oh, peace train sounding louder ♪ ♪ Glide on the peace train ♪ ♪ Ooh, ah, ee, ah, ooh, ah ♪
♪ Come on the peace train ♪
- ♪ Oh, peace train holy roller ♪
♪ Everyone jump upon the peace train ♪
♪ Ooh, ah, ee, ah, ooh, ah ♪
♪ Come on the peace train ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Ooh, ah, ee, ah, ooh, ah ♪
♪ Come on the peace train ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
[LAUGHS]
Oh, I must call Kennedy.
At once.
He and I are brothers, just like...
just like you and I are brothers.
- Yes!
- We are all humans placed on this one, fragile planet.
And the only way forward is...
love!
[LAUGHS]
[HOPEFUL MUSIC]
[ALIEN ROARING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
How about another tune?
I told you that thing was sent to k*ll me!
If it's w*r the Americans want, it's w*r they shall have!
Prepare the m*ssile for launch immediately!
♪ ♪
[GROANS]
Oh, damn it.
We forgot Behrad.
Again.
[GROWLS]
Sí!
Guys, thought you might like a little update on El Comandante.
Wait, you're with Fidel Castro?
Yeah, we're super tight, but the problem is, he thinks the alien was sent to k*ll him.
- Why would he think that?
- Because it tried to k*ll him.
Report back to me as soon as the m*ssile has been fueled.
Oh, and also, he's preparing to launch a nuclear m*ssile at D.C.
Why does Castro have a nuke?
'Cause we gave it to him.
You said "no sh**ting".
I said... oh, my God.
Oh, my God, this is not happening.
Oh, God.
Okay, okay, okay.
Let's just hope that cooler heads are prevailing in D.C., right?
_ One of our boys flying over Cuba reports a m*ssile being fueled.
Has Khrushchev lost his mind?
It would appear that the m*ssile is no longer in the Soviets' possession, sir.
[LAUGHS]
Castro's got it.
History is not supposed to go down like this.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Say there, Jackie, how would you and the kids feel about, uh, getting out of town for a couple days?
Uh, I think Jack's starting to cr*ck.
Does anyone know if Hyannis Port is within the blast radius?
There is no time for this, Mr. President!
If those Russkies catch us blinking now, we're through!
What if this is just a big misunderstanding?
What if those Russkies want us to hit Cuba so they can hit us?
Those clever Commie bastards!
Our only defense is to att*ck the USSR!
Jack, that is insane.
♪ ♪
Take us to DEFCON .
Yes, sir.
Sir, maybe I can help.
My secretary can type words a minute.
This way, we could get the bombers in the air faster.
And here I thought you were just another pretty face.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, gosh.
There you go.
[CLEARS THROAT]
This is a direct order from the President of the United States to the entire Strategic Air Command.
I've never seen someone type with just their thumbs before.
I want every B- we have headed towards their primary targets in the Soviet Union.
Should we lose contact due to a first strike from Cuba, it should be considered a direct att*ck from the USSR.
Full retaliatory measures must then be taken without any further orders.
Because we'll all be dead.
♪ ♪
Did you get all that, sweetie?
Oh, every last word, sir.
[CHUCKLES]
Guys, why is Fidel starting World w*r III?
Because he thinks you guys are invading Cuba with aliens.
Look, Behrad's trying to cool him down.
Comandante.
You have a phone call.
It's Che Guevara.
Hello, old friend.
Yes, I know.
The news is very scary at the moment.
[LAUGHS]
Yes, I wish you were here too.
But I have a comrade-in-arms right next to me who's the next best thing.
[EXCITING MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Tell the CIA to call back their squid soldiers, or else I'll launch the nuke!
Oh, my God.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Okay, sounds like you're up, Rory.
Thought I was in the doghouse.
That's when we were trying to finesse the situation.
Plans change.
You want us to k*ll the alien?
We don't have a choice, okay?
Spooner, I need you to help him track it.
We need to deescalate the situation and get history back on track.
Screw history!
You k*ll the alien, you k*ll any chance of finding Sara.
And if we don't k*ll it, then Castro starts a nuclear w*r, and Sara doesn't have a home to return to, okay?
I do not have time to game this out with you, Rory.
We will find another way to find Sara.
Right.
Lot of big brains on this ship.
I'll just stick with what I know.
You should never have cleaned me up.
I'm better off doing what I do best: being a goon, k*lling people.
Yes.
That's exactly what I need.
Right.
Least I know what I'm here for.
♪ ♪
- Alien's gone.
- [SHARP RINGING]
No, it's still here, I can sense it.
Base is wide open.
Why would the stupid thing still be here?
It's not stupid, it's looking for something.
You know, it wasn't right for Ava to try to pin this all on you.
I don't give a rat's ass.
You were just trying to find Sara.
No, I was pretending to be somebody I'm not.
So you're just gonna go back to being a dumb drunk?
- That it?
- Yes.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[ALARM BLARING]
Is that...
[ALIEN GROWLING]
What's it want with the nuke?
I think it wants to get away from here.
Like, off this planet.
Wait here.
♪ ♪
Hey, dummy.
[ALIEN SNARLS]
You really think you're gonna hitch a ride home on that thing?
[ALIEN CHITTERS]
It's a m*ssile!
[ALIEN ROARING]
[GROANING]
Go ahead, eat me.
But you're not gonna get home.
Let him go!
[ALIEN SNARLS]
I know you understand me.
Put him down, or I blow your ass away.
That thing is not a spaceship.
But lucky for you, I've got my own.
[ALIEN CHITTERING]
Keep talking.
It understands you.
It just doesn't trust you.
You're not as dumb as you look.
[ALIEN CHITTERING]
The alien wants its own spaceship, not yours.
[ALIEN CHITTERING]
I can take you to it.
[ALIEN SNARLS]
But under one condition.
You help me find my friend.
[ALIEN ROARING]
She's asking you a question.
She?
Yeah, she wants to know what kind of fuel the Waverider uses.
Sounds like we got a long trip to find the captain.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Comandante, what are you doing?
What does it look like I'm doing?
You will start World w*r III.
You will k*ll all of us.
[COMPUTER BEEPS]
♪ ♪
[ALARM BLARING]
History will absolve me.
[ROCKET ENGINE ROARING]
- [COMPUTER BEEPING]
- Call for you, General Kilgore.
Thank me?
What for?
What three-day weekend?
And who all received that order?
The entire Strategic Air Command?!
Should've known that she was too good to be true!
This secretary has been countermanding your orders, sir, and if Fidel Castro launches that m*ssile, you have only got seven minutes to order a counterstrike against the Soviet Union.
But I thought you said all our B- s are still on the ground.
Well, as much as it pains me to have to ask the navy for help...
What is that?
That is the nuclear football.
Sir, that allows you to contact the nuclear submarine captains directly and order an all-out strike against the Soviets.
Jack, they don't want a nuclear w*r any more than you do.
[TELETYPE CLACKING]
_ There's been a report of a m*ssile launch from Cuba.
Clock is ticking, sir.
Somebody get me Premier Khrushchev.
This has to be a mistake.
You wanna negotiate?
They were right about you.
You are soft.
Well, if you don't have the guts to stand up to those Commies, I guess I'll have to do it myself.
- You take one more step...
- Or what?
♪ ♪
The steel man.
You're damn right.
Look, Jack, I didn't go rogue.
I'm here to protect the world from guys like him.
I'm guessing your accomplice here ain't quite so bulletproof.
Come on!
♪ ♪
Boys.
Huddle up.
Huddle up!
Okay, we gotta get that nuclear football back, boys.
Hey, Bobby, what was that play we ran against Dartmouth back in ' ?
[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
Guess we don't need you anymore.
Rude.
seconds for the safeties to be released.
All we gotta do is to keep that football out of the hands of those lily-livered Harvard boys.
Okay, Crimson on three.
- One, two, three.
- ALL: Crimson!
[EXCITING MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Hike!
[ALL GRUNTING]
♪ ♪
This is fun.
- [BONE CRACKS]
- Oh!
[IN SLOW-MOTION]
My back!
[GROANS]
No.
♪ ♪
[GRUNTS]
Intercepted!
[TRIUMPHANT MUSIC]
Whoo!
♪ ♪
To tell you the truth, sir, this football belongs in your hands.
[TELETYPE CLACKING]
The m*ssile's headed straight for us, Jack.
It'll be here any second.
The safeties are off.
You still have time to strike back.
This game ain't over yet, Mr. President.
It's not a damn game.
Whoever launched that m*ssile, for whatever reason, it was a mistake.
You strike back at the Soviets, they're gonna strike back at us.
That is why it is called "mutually assured destruction".
Clearly you do not understand the concept!
Listen, Jack, just because we're about to die doesn't mean we take the whole damn world with us.
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪ ♪
You're right.
I'm spiking this football.
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
♪ ♪
Um...
Are we about to die?
Yeah.
But at least we gave it the old college try.
Well, I ain't going out without a fight!
♪ ♪
[ROCKETS RUMBLING]
Take that, you Commie bastards!
Um...
think we can let go of our hands?
You did it, Jack!
You saved us all!
[LAUGHS]
Luck of the Irish, I guess.
[EXCITING MUSIC]
Come on, buddy.
Get in there.
- Yeah.
- No.
Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Ah!
Ah!
[ALL YELLING]
[ALL WHOOPING]
Go, Crimson!
Captain, I'm detecting an unusual level
of radiation on the ship.
Rory.
[ALIEN CHITTERS]
Are you sure it's safe for us to be carrying plutonium around?
No.
Whoa!
[ALIEN SNARLS NONCHALANTLY]
Oh, uh, this is not how it looks.
I know.
I owe you an apology.
You saved the entire world from nuclear Armageddon, Rory.
Well, I, uh...
I had help.
Yeah.
[ALIEN CHITTERS]
It doesn't say much, does it?
Oh, she does.
You'd be surprised.
- Did you say "she"?
- Mm-hmm.
Huh.
So what's the plan?
Well, she's hooking some kind of turbo charger to the Waverider.
Why would she help us?
I promised her I'd help her find her ship.
Okay.
Do you trust her?
No, it's why I'm going alone.
Oh...
uh, no.
But that...
But no.
You said your job is to protect history.
I also said your job wasn't to think for yourself, but had you listened to any of my orders, we'd have absolutely no hope in finding Sara, so I...
[SOFT MUSIC]
♪ ♪
I guess you got this.
Stop saying nice things.
♪ ♪
You just bring me back my girl, okay?
Mm.
Good luck, big guy.
Sorry, what happened to the ship?
It should be somewhere around here.
[SIGHS]
God, these shoes are k*lling me.
And this stupid hair.
I look like her again, don't I?
I hate that I'm a reminder of everything you lost.
You're not.
I mean, I guess at first.
But now?
Now you just remind me of you.
Wasn't there a Waverider here?
- Hmm.
- Hey.
[GASPS, CLAPS]
Well played, g*ng.
How'd you manage to avert nuclear Armageddon?
- Sports analogies.
- Hmm.
- Pot gummies.
- Ah.
- Very on brand for both of you.
- Thank you.
Hey, where are Rory and Spooner?
That son of a bitch stole our ship.
- Ah, very on brand, Mick.
- Oh, come on.
You should be thanking him for stealing the warhead out of the m*ssile that Fidel launched on D.C., yes?
- Thanks, Mick.
- Hmm.
Oh!
And he made a deal with the alien to take it to its ship as long as it took us to Sara.
- So he stole the ship?
- But it's...
Sorry, my phones are on that ship.
So was my...
oh, thank God.
How are we gonna catch aliens now?
So-so-so sorry, where are going to live?
BOTH: Constantine's house.
Sweet.
I could use a little R&R.
All of us under the same roof with John and Astra.
Could be a real bonding experience.
He's gonna hate it.
Let's leave.
- Okay.
- Damn.
Rory had the right idea.
Hmm?
Hmm?
[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]
Nobody wants your dr*gs!
[SIGHS]
Mom.
Listen up.
Before we start this little journey of ours, let's get a few things straight.
Keep your slimy tentacles off my stash, understand?
[ALIEN SNARLS]
That better be a "yes".
- [ALIEN SNARLS]
- Listen.
If you're gonna run your ugly mouth off this whole trip, we're gonna have problems.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[MISCHIEVOUS MUSIC]
I was just asking if you had anything stronger onboard.
♪ ♪
Don't mind if I do.
[SIGHS]
Here's to long journeys.
[EXCITING MUSIC]
06x04 - Bay of Squids
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