Oliver has handed Lars an unlit torch. The latter pulls out a lighter with the letters "WIR" (White Is Right) engraved on it from his pocket. With a vicious smirk on his face, he lights the torch up and approaches the male Legends and their only ally. Each of their hearts is racing from the fright over their pending demises, despite putting on a brave face. Little do they know that Spooner, who has strutted out of the tower, is now among the last row of people. She could hear the unsympathetic spokesman questioning the detainees, "Do you have any last words?"
Angus pleaded. "Lars, you and I know each other since our school years. You're my children's godfather. These men have done nothing against you or anyone. Why are you doing this?"
"Do you remember when my old man told us stories about his time with the Teddy Boys?" His former friend cautiously nodded his head. "One of those stories was when he and his mates were a part of that riot in Notting Hill. I asked the exact question you just did. He answered, 'Someone needed to remind those infecting immigrants where their places are'." He flashes the lighter in the red-haired man's face, pointing at the etched acronym. "I'm continuing what he was labouring and his father before him." A disgusted Angus yanks his head away.
The audience watches in lingering suspense as Lars prepares to burn the hay at their feet. Seeing this on tiptoes, Spooner impulsively fires two loud warning shots in the air, interrupting the pivotal moment. Upon finding out where this sound comes from, the startled congregation turns their sights from the stage to her. Gwyn, Alun, Behrad, and Gary all look straight ahead at the petite, gun-toting Latina in astonishment. Angus can only hear the commotion springing up from the front. He questioned, "What's happening?"
Gwyn deadpanned, "The cavalry's here."
Lars is displeased by the intrusion and demands, "Who let her in?"
"I slipped past the security guard," she joked. "He was on his break."
Lars jumps off angrily and commanded, "Don't stand there. Get her!" She does not flee as Owen, Thomas, and Owen along with a handful of the mob swarm after her. Instead of cowering, she aims her rifle at them, stopping them in their tracks. He marches over to them. "What's taking you blokes so long?"
"She has a gun," Oliver exclaimed.
"I won't come any closer if I were you," Spooner warned.
Lars snapped, "Are you seriously afraid because she has a gun? We have weapons over there." He gestures to the wagon full of spears and pitchforks. The cohorts steadily resolve in attaining one of such. Once they did, Spooner takes in that she needs to distract them a little longer. So, she intentionally darts away from the stage to the Grand Keep. Mistaking her running away as cowardice, Oliver, Thomas, and Owen give chase along with the several volunteering participants. She inquired, "Zari, are the cops here yet?"
Zari replied, "They should be coming in soon."
"They'd better come. The thoughts these guys are having right now are really ugly."
Still hiding behind the stage, Astra retrieves a few knives from under her knee-length skirt and throws them at the dense log. The sudden impact from them shocks Angus as they wedge between him and Gwyn, cutting the rope binding them, Behrad, Alun, and Gary. The brown-skinned girl leaps forward and unveils herself, surprising the fellas. With one of the knives, she slices the rope fastening Gary and Behrad's wrists and unlocks the others from their chains and shackles. She collects the other knives and conceals them in the stealth. During this, she can feel someone's eyes leering at her. She follows the stare to her open-mouthed boyfriend. Once he realizes he isn't dreaming, he slowly walks to her and embraces her very close. He lightly presses one hand against her curls and wraps the other around her waist. She detects the familiar scent of sandalwood and frankincense on him and wistfully smiles for a minute. Her arms gradually rest about his neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered in her ear.
She withdraws but regards him with an appreciative gaze. "We'll talk later. We need to get you guys out of here." They almost forget about the mass of people who are not chasing after Spooner. A female onlooker hollered, "They're getting away!" They start bolting off the stage after being spotted. Lars hurls his torch at the stage, intent on trapping them. Just as it lands on the hay, they narrowly escape the vigorous flames. A big bonfire conceives itself out of the roasting scaffold.
The menacing legion advances on them, armed with loose stones as big as softballs. Gary notices that he still has Behrad's totem bracelet in his hand. He stated, "Behrad, here." He tosses it to him, though the former makes a fumbling onset. The latter manages to capture it and fastens it onto his wrist. He ejects a wind funnel out of his palm at the slinging rocks, entrapping them in mid-air. He then redirects the funnel and propels the rocks into the fire. Lars and his remaining company move in closer on them. Astra casts an immobilization spell before they could retaliate, petrifying them. "Unbelievable. How long would they be this way," a stunned Alun quizzed. Angus is equally dumbfounded by the sight.
"I'd give half an hour at least. We need to rescue Spooner," she told the others and they sprint to the fortress their friend ventured to.
Outside of the castle, a ferry lands on the sandy waterfront. A group of 20 officials in uniform mount off the boat with illuminating flashlights. They hike uphill to the gatehouse and embark upon the gatekeep. Chief Inspector Banks tries to open the door, but it is locked from the other side. Unbeknownst to the authorities, Lars had barricaded all of the castle's entrances. "Sir, it's after 10 o'clock," the one named Lowe remarked. "It's quiet out here. We'd probably answered a prank call." A couple of other officers nodded in agreement with this.
The urgency of Zari's dispatch wasn't a joke to Banks. As much as he wants to retreat to his house and go to bed, he cannot leave with the knowledge of the job being unfinished. "Constable, we received a tip that Angus Murdock is within those walls. Now, we disband into groups of two, so we can cover more ground. Inspector Dalloway, you take your company and find him." He glances at the irritable officer before adding, "Constable Lowe will assist in the search. The rest of us will probe into the other fraction of the report involving a possible hate crime. Report back here in 45 minutes." He mutters to Inspector Dalloway, "Check if there's another way inside." She affirms with a nod and beckons her group to join her as they locate an alternative entryway.
Zari and Gideon are sitting in the parlor back on the Waverider. They wait impatiently for a word from Astra and/or Spooner. The persisting silence has them feeling on the edge. Suddenly, a voice booms from the comms on the central console "Zari? Gideon, are you there?"
They hastily rush over and answered, "We're here, Astra. Where are you? Are you OK? Are the guys with you?"
"Whoa, easy on the questions. The guys and I are inside the castle; we're fine. Spooner's in trouble though. Some of those goons are still after her."
"What do you want us to do," Gideon inquired.
"Be on standby for now. Are the officers here yet?"
"Yes, they came via ferry a while."
"So, what are they waiting for?"
A way inside, apparently. All exterior entrances are locked." Gideon defiantly walks out and returns with a time courier and the crowbar used by the trespassers. "Where are you going with that?"
"Hold this." She passes them to her and walks to the pilot's seat. Zari quickly straps herself down in a passenger seat, gripping the objects in one hand. The human-AI hybrid turns on the idle ship, flies to an open space removed from the castle, and lands it there prior to shutting the engine off. They exit the cargo bay, where Gideon has retrieved a loaded break-action shotgun. "We're going to break some doors down." Using the courier, they open and walk through a portal to the coastline leading to the stronghold, which subsequently closes.