(Scenes from Legends of Tomorrow Season 5, Episode 1)
Approximately 8 months have lapsed following the opening of HeyWorld. With it come significant developments. I knowingly remark this at the aftermath of every showdown, but I digress. The Legends are a global phenomenon. The Time Bureau is pronounced defunct by the U.S. Congress, relegating Director Sharpe and ex-Agent Green to common titles. In addition, the Waverider is at risk of being impounded. I cringe at the thought of being placed in storage again. Miss Sharpe discerns, "On top of that, the senator chairing the committee was the same person we almost killed last year." As you may remember, Senator Wellington was impersonated by an unwilling Charlie. He subsequently doubted the Legends could be trusted in patrolling the timeline due to a lack of transparency. So, a film crew is sent to document their lives for the next two days.
The film director, a Mr. Kevin Harris, conducts the interviews. With the titles he now holds, Dr. Heywood has become a sensation. He does admit feeling that something's missing in his life. Mr. Tarazi smoked cannabis in the lounge. Again. He uses the Air totem to absorb the smoke prior to reintroducing himself. He is the Waverider's technician hailing from 2044. His birthday was yesterday, so he secretly visited himself in the maternity ward. Charlie recognizes a fringe benefit to being no longer a D-list superhero: the freedom to go as one pleases. This emboldens her to ditch her interview in the corridor. "Gids, I'm nicking the jumpship, all right?"
"The jumpship is fully totemed." I meant "contained". The shapeshifter laughs at my faux pas, calling me a "mad old bat". Miss Wu works as a literary agent for Mr. Rory (alias Rebecca Silver). It's a dream come true for her. Speaking of which, Miss Darhk is not Mr. Green's Fairy Godmother anymore after granting his inner wish: being Mr. Constantine's apprentice. The sorcerer grumbled "Bloody hell" when he found out. Mr. Green claims to be "fully forgiven", though "partially" is more operative. The two men are currently in New York on business. How does Captain Lance feel about having a documentary crew on board? She does not know.
The captain, Mr. Rory, and Dr. Palmer have gone to confront another crisis. It probably explains the array of updates I'm receiving. I've also learned that Mr. Queen has died. My condolences to his family, especially Captain Lance. Miss Sharpe and the others are throwing a party to celebrate the trio's return as well as their victory over the Anti-Monitor. She implements one rule: "Nobody mentions Oliver Queen." Dr. Heywood utters that they "shouldn't have done the crossover". Captain Lance, Dr. Palmer, and Mr. Rory walk through the bridge's other entrance. The surprise party delights the astrophysicist, bores the ex-con, and bewilders the captain. As Miss Sharpe hugs her "baby", the latter is more flustered by the sight of the film crew. "What is going on?"
"Before you object, let me explain. The only way I could stop Senator Wellington from cutting off our funding was to be clear and transparent about our process. Get it?"
"So, you're shooting a documentary about the Legends?"
"Not me, per se." A hopeful Miss Sharpe clears her throat, cluing her partner to Mr. Harris. He makes himself known and explains the situation. "That's Kev. He's got it under control."
Captain Lance feels uneasy about the current incidence. "And what if I wanna talk about something in private?"
"It's not a problem; that's what the confessional interviews are for."
"Oh," the smirking captain grasps. Miss Sharpe tucks her hair behind her ear. "Okay, so I can—I can say it to the camera."
"Sure."
Turning to the cameraman, Captain Lance deadpans, "My girlfriend, she's lost her mind." Not more awkward than over the phone, huh? She then flees to her quarters.
The former director plays it off with a nervous laugh. "She just—she probably needs a nap. She gets a little sleepy after a long mission. Um—oh, Mick, why don't you tell us all what you do on the ship, huh?"
The bandaged ex-felon keeps it short and simple. "I steal stuff. Get out of my way, you punks." He shoves the camera away as he too leaves the bridge.
"Oh, he's just joking." No, he isn't. "Uh, Ray? Who else saved the multiverse?"
Up until now, the astrophysicist has reconnected with Dr. Heywood and Mr. Tarazi. He is more receptive in participating in the documentary. "Oh, uh... well, the Flash, Supergirl, Batwoman."
Miss Sharpe impressively looks at the camera. "Cool."
"What, no Superman," the historian queries. "Couldn't have been that big a deal."
"Oh, no, no, Superman was there. He's very handsome."
Mr. Tarazi wraps his arm around Dr. Palmer's shoulder. "It's good to have you back, buddy." The latter then notices Charlie's absence. "Oh, she took the jumpship for a joyride."
"A joyride to check the timeline," the ex-bureaucrat corrects. "Right? It's called a time scout." We don't have a time scout. Patting the totem-bearer's chest, she addresses the film crew. "Now, who wants to visit the temporal zone? Shall we?" We departed Washington D.C., though we had to fly back because a member of the camera crew was left stranded.
Dr. Palmer has his confessional interview in the bridge. He divulges how people still mistake him for Neron. The astrophysicist claims the demon is permanently gone, though his confidence wavers a bit. He wishes the film crew would meet Miss Darhk, who's officially his girlfriend. She now works internationally for children as their Fairy Godmother. He's so proud of her. The interview is then disrupted by a time quake. It's bad enough that I have this bug; the ship is damaged. "See, I knew the timeline is still in jeopardy," Miss Sharpe deduces as she, Captain Lance, and Miss Wu enter. Was she really hoping Charlie was scouting? "What do we got? Time pirates, time terrorism, time sex tourism?"
"Wow, Ava," Mr. Tarazi comments, "you could be a supervillain if you apply yourself."
The captain inquires, "Gideon, what's the point of origin?"
My holograph appears in glitches. "It appears that my Jonah Hex has Beebo la-la-loves you." I disable it after that blunder.
"Gideon may have a virus," the technician guesses.
Miss Wu questions, "Doesn't she make everything work?" Yes, I do.
"We're perfectly safe," Miss Sharpe downplays. Not.
Dr. Heywood rushes in, exclaiming, "Guys, we have a Class 5 timequake. That is so dangerous."
The former higher-up single-handedly grips his shirt. "Okay, guys, let's just try to keep our composure, shall we?" What was she expecting to happen?
Dr. Palmer has triangulated the timequake to its source: 1917 St. Petersburg, Russia. That's what I was trying to say before. He boldly points his index finger. "Let's go and shrink the problem." The others wince in response to this. "I'm developing a catchphrase?" It needs more development.
"Executing time jump now."
"No, Gideon, we're not taking a film crew to—" Captain Lance's protesting is in vain as I bring everyone to their destination. "Imperial Russia, yeah. Great. This is great, Ray." She grimly sits in the pilot's seat.
Behind her, Dr. Heywood assertively strokes the back of his ears. "All right, Legends, put on your babushkas," he remarks, "because we are rushing into Russia." The historian flashes his hands into guns.
The captain notes this. "And now you're copying my thing."
"Totally, I just got really excited."
Miss Sharpe hunches over her partner. "Okay, listen, babe, this may seem like a problem, but let's turn into a 'probltunity', huh?" "Probltunity" isn't a real word.
The astrophysicist opines, "Maybe a party snake is just what the doctor ordered."
"Uh, what's a party snake," Mr. Harris queries.
"A sneak, a party sneak." Captain Lance does love those. The Legends go undercover for a funeral in progress. The film crew is bound to tag along for the sake of transparency. The procession was for Gregory—er, Grigori Rasputin, the former royal advisor and ex-monk who deals in mysticism. He's also known for being a madman, an alleged lecher, and notoriously unable to kill. It took a cyanide poisoning, a bullet, and a drowning in a river for him to ensure his death. That's usually how it goes, but not this time.
The Legends and the camera crew retreat to the bridge. "Rasputin came back from the dead, and it caused a timequake," Captain Lance exhales. "Ugh, this is the kind of problem that I can wrap my head around." I'm happy she finds comfort in this. "So, I need you guys to forget about this documentary film crew and focus on the mission at hand, yes?" Everyone agrees.
"Yes," Dr. Palmer says, "we need to minimize the mishap."
Miss Sharpe steps forward, affirming, "Ooh, Ray, that's good because saving the world is what the Legends do best." She's taken with this documentary idea.
"Ava, you're in my shot," Dr. Heywood utters.
"Oh, sorry." The former director promptly steps back. The cameras are going to be an obstacle for them, primarily the captain.
"Gideon, what does the historical record say?"
"Perhaps timeloop—timeloop released him from Marion Ravenwood." What I meant to say is that someone or something brought him back to life.
"Of course," Captain Lance jeers. "Okay. B-Money, with me. We're gonna fix Gideon and get our guests back to 2020. Mona, Nate, Ray, I want you three researching Rasputin. Figure out what his next move is gonna be. Okay? Let's do it." She doesn't address Miss Sharpe. The latter perceives this as well.
"Hey, Ray." The astrophysicist comes back after being called. "Sorry, but just—hey, is everything okay with Sara?"
"Oh, um, I don't know," he muses. "But I do know that Oliver's death was pretty tough on her."
Miss Wu has listened in on them. "Maybe you should write Sara a condolence card." The half-Kaupe acknowledges the camera before she leaves for the library. Dr. Palmer follows her after he gives Miss Sharpe a pat on the shoulder.
"It's actually not a bad idea," the ex-official considers. "I guess I could try to put my thoughts and feelings into words on a card."
Drs. Heywood and Palmer mull the possibility of more historical villains reemerging from the afterlife. They begin inventing a sobriquet for them. Miss Wu's is slightly better, though they want to do a vote. I'll inform you of the final decision.
Captain Lance and Mr. Tarazi are repairing me in the lab. I keep saying odd expressions. "What exe—able do you wi—x Captain cat—what interval—" The lights toggle as she attempts to move my hard drive.
"Easy on Gideon, Cap," the totem-bearer cautions.
"What are you wix—table Captain cat captain cat—" The captain stands up, unable to decipher what's wrong with me.
"Is everyone just trying on my nerves today," she wonders aloud. She removes two of the processor disks, and uploads one of them for a diagnostic test. "Camera crew shows up and, what, nobody can act like themselves?"
"Spotlight does weird things to people," Mr. Tarazi appraises. "But, hey, you know I'll always be my true self."
"Oh, yeah? Your true self," she smirks. "Don't your parents think you're in business school?"
"I am a tangled web," he casually replies. "Enough about me. How you doing with Oliver and everything?"
Captain Lance is poised to saying something personal, but she quickly notices the cameraman hovering behind the technician. "It's fine."
"It's cool; we don't have to talk about it." He picks up something flimsy off the table and walks towards her. "But I made you something."
"Oh, please don't be a condolence card 'cause those are always super awkward." Unbeknownst to them, Miss Sharpe arrives with one of her own. She slowly walks out upon hearing the captain's dislike.
"Nah, hopefully something better." Captain Lance looks at a black-and-white cartoon sketch. It consists of two women and a man as well as a Beebo doll. "It's you, Ollie, and Laurel."
She can't avert her gaze. The illustration lessens the pain of surviving them to an extent. "B, this is actually—it's really sweet. Thank you." Mr. Tarazi nods, happy that his gift has touched her.
In the Galley, Miss Sharpe has her next confessional interview. Her partner's words have bothered her. "My condolence card wasn't awkward." She takes it out and reads what she wrote:
Dear Sara, I'm sorry the vigilante you slept with when he was already dating your sister died. Some say it's better to have loved and lost, but I hope you never loved him at all.
Still jealous, I see. The ex-director confesses, "Sara and I aren't the type to give each other cards anyway. I'd rather do something for her. You know, like, fix this Rasputin situation and get the Legends the heck out of Russia before they screw something up." She reconsiders, "Uh, you can cut that last part out, right?"
The researchers provide more analysis on Rasputin. According to Miss Wu, he and Tzarina Alexandra Romanova became smitten after he cured her son. The hopeless romantic posits they could've lived happily ever after. This piece of information sparks the idea for Rebecca Silver's next book series, "Russian Nights". Dr. Heywood emphasizes how the St. Petersburg elite disapproved Rasputin's influence on the Czarina. Due to this, her nephew, Prince Yusupov, spearheaded the former's assassination. Three correlative intentions are formed: to prevent the murder of Prince Yusupov, deliver a handwritten love letter to the former, and kill him with a sniper rifle. "You in," Miss Sharpe asks the camera crew.
Mr. Rory conveniently walks in, answering, "Yep."
The miniaturized astrophysicist and the historian find the prince already slain. In turn, they and the cameraman following them are captured by Rasputin's fellow monks. Dr. Heywood assures them that they want to talk to the mystic. Surrounded by bodyguards and his harem of women, the latter allows it. While I've had misgivings about the documentary, I've seemed to find some advantages. Rasputin himself admits killing Prince Yusupov as he thought it'll make him happy. Is he happy now? He replies, "Eh."
"Nate, what are you doing," Miss Sharpe questions above them. "Now, you're in my shot."
"To be honest with you," the historian airs to the ascetic, "I'm here to know what makes you tick. Are we killing folks or chilling with folks?"
"I'm sorry, Nate; this one's for Sara."
"I got your back, Nate," I hear Dr. Palmer speak. "Size small, standing tall." That catchphrase's a little better. He then blocks the barrel of Miss Sharpe's rifle.
"Ugh, Ray." She vigorously shakes it. "Get outta there. Rory, you're up." The ex-con shortly informs her of Miss Wu's attendance. "Of course she is," the former executive groans.
"Hi, guys," the dreamer conveys. "I forged a letter that's gonna save history." However, it doesn't reach its recipient.
"Hmm, not bad," Mr. Rory evaluates. "Nice use of 'musky embrace'."
"I learned from Rebecca Silver."
"Well, you learnt from the best."
I resume watching Dr. Heywood's interview. Rasputin senses a strong mood in the former's aura. He correctly deduces that the latter was also revived, but something is missing. The mystical hermit surmises the historian adores someone prior to his death, but he can't recall who the person is. He entreats helping him regain what he's lost by performing hypnosis.
"Don't even think about it, Nate," Miss Sharpe warns.
"Thank you, Rasputin," Dr. Heywood affirms, "but I'm gonna have to say yes, 100%, let's do this." I was hoping he would say no.
Meanwhile, Captain Lance is gazing over the drawing Mr. Tarazi gave her. "I see you, you creep." She turns to glare at the camera person spying on her through the parlour's window. "What? What do you want?" The captain places it down on the table while holding a glass of scotch. "You want my confessional?" She rises from her chair and heads to the front entrance. "All right, come here, I'll give one to you. I confess that I hate this doc. I confess that I don't want to be a celebrity. And I confess that if you don't get that camera out of my face—"
Just as she's finishing her threat, Mr. Tarazi walks into the bridge. "Captain, I think Gideon is suffering from phantom data." He sees the impassive person filming her. "Do you want me to come back later?"
"No, you should stay. Stay with me, hang out. Let's get lit." May I need to remind them this is a smoke-free aircraft?
"Questionable timing, but should I get my stash box?"
"Yes, you should."
Before the totem bearer can go anywhere, I notify, "Captain, I have an incoming Bollywood." This blasted bug is driving me mad. I mean, 'an incoming transmission from Mr. Constantine and Mr. Green'. I managed to transfer the call to the parlour.
"Sara, what's with the connection," the soothsayer queries.
"Gideon has a bug," she answers as she and Mr. Tarazi step inside, "and we're trying to get buzzed. What do you want?"
"Listen up, all right? Some of the evilest souls in all of history have been raised from Hell."
"Did you hear him," his apprentice inquires. "He said, 'Hell'." The speaker output is functioning well. Mr. Constantine then pushes him aside.
The captain strolls back and forth. "And what if we've already run into one of these encores?" Miss Wu's prospect is catching on. "How do we kill it?"
"You can't, not with a chit of their souls still in Hell."
"Where's Ava," Mr. Green queries. "Tell her I said hi." Soon after the call ends, I show Captain Lance what's happening in St. Petersburg. Dr. Heywood is hypnotized by Rasputin. It appears to work as he remembers various details of his lost sweetheart. Miss Sharpe fires at the ascetic, but he's immune to the shot. She fights against his entourage along with Mr. Rory and Wolfie until she calls them to retreat. As Dr. Palmer carries the lucid historian out, he mentions, "Good thing Sara's not watching this." Think again. Mr. Tarazi hands the livid captain her drink, which she gulps.
Captain Lance briefly exits the bridge. She returns in time to see most of the team reembarking. "So, you guys decided to go off on your own and face Rasputin."
"I thought I could calm him down," Dr. Heywood clarifies.
"I thought I could make him fall in love," Miss Wu discloses.
"And I thought I could, you know, assassinate him," Miss Sharpe reasons.
"None of that was going to happen," the captain asserts. "He's fresh out of Hell."
Mr. Rory suggests, "Well, let's kill him then."
"You—you can't." Captain Lance walks towards the central console. "Look, John said that he can't be killed with a chit of his soul in Hell, or whatever that means."
"Look, Sara, we're really sorry," Dr. Palmer apologizes. "We thought we could make things easier for you by taking this off of your plate."
"And risking your own necks?" She rebukes them, "Look, I already have one dead friend on my plate. I'm good there. And you know what? None of you self-absorbed megastars even bothered to ask me how I was doing."
"Look, Sara, I told them not to mention Oliver," Miss Sharpe reveals. "I thought you wouldn't want to be reminded."
"Reminded?" The captain stares at her completely stunned. Her hands are on her hips. "What, did you think that I could just forget that my friend died?"
The others are abased. "No, l—look, I know things have been crazy around here."
"Crazy around here? You still have no idea what I saw out there."
"What did happen," the historian earnestly asks.
Captain Lance places her hands to her forehead. The real point of her contention is made known. "Countless Earths died. I became a paragon and traveled back to the big bang. We restarted the universe, and now no one even remembers what we've changed."
"It's a lot to process," her partner states matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, I know. So, you could see why I wanna talk to my friends about it." Her voice cracks as she says, "And instead, I get cameras in my face." The angry captain withdraws from the bridge. Miss Sharpe signals the camera man to stop recording. He markedly takes a 15-minute break.
Following this, the former chairwoman gives her third confessional. She is cleaning the Galley at the time. Miss Sharpe feels responsible for her mishandling of matters. "Agent Sharpe lacks a delicate touch and is extremely deficient in relating with others." What is she narrating? "That is straight from my Time Bureau personnel review. Pretty harsh." Who wrote it? "I wrote that review." Oh. Well, it was an astute self-critique.
Dr. Heywood is hanging on an inversion table in the lab. He also feels bad for disappointing Captain Lance. However, he is glad that meeting Rasputin helped him. Mr. Tarazi believes the historian needs to do some soul-searching. He then suggests rewatching How Stella Got Her Groove Back. Dr. Heywood declines, saying his groove feels fine. He wonders if he has split memory or partial amnesia. By now, Mr. Tarazi is on the inversion table. He speculates my affliction is like the historian's. The "phantom data" my memory is processing may be real data stemming from a different timeline. In other words, the timeline was somehow changed during HeyWorld. Dr. Heywood tells his friend to stay on the table for five more minutes.
Miss Sharpe is still depressurizing in the Galley. "Okay, so clearly, we shouldn't have avoided asking Sara about Oliver. But, in my defense, I was desperately afraid I was gonna say the wrong thing, you know? I don't know what she needs and everything I try—it seems to make things worse." She scrubs a smidge on the microwave door a bit too forcefully.
Five minutes later, Mr. Tarazi outlines his new theory of my predicament to the captain. "Hold on, Behrad, so you're saying that Gideon's glitching because we fractured time?"
"Look, at least we didn't break time. We just, sorta, dinged it up."
A familiar Russian voice echoes throughout the speakers. "Hello?"
The two Legends see the matching face on every monitor on the Waverider. Captain Lance inquires, "What is on the feed?"
The villain pulls Mr. Harris into focus. "Is this thing on?"
"Oh, yes, we're rolling, Mr. Rasputin, sir."
"Good. Get out." He hastily displaces him and starts making odd hand gestures. "Now, what was it that man with the hair product said?" He means Dr. Heywood. "Yes, you are not big deal until you're big deal on camera. You are going to make me big deal, Mr. Kevin Harris."
The shocked captain infers, "They left the director behind?"
"I've invited my dearest Tzarina and her family over for dinner. Tonight will be a night that you can remember." Rasputin snorts a laugh.
An armed monk comments, "That—that doesn't sound right." The madman glances over his shoulder. "The laugh. You need to nail the laugh before we can kill the Romanovs and take the throne."
"It's a work in progress. How about this?" He laughs more maniacally. It was better. It is the last thing we hear before the feed is discontinued.
Captain Lance and Mr. Tarazi are gobsmacked. Not including, they know what Rasputin is evidently aiming for. "He's gonna kill the Romanovs."
The totem-bearer adds, "Making himself an immortal Czar."
"We can handle this." She charges for the door.
"We can? What about the team?"
The captain shushes him to prevent alerting the others. "They're not thinking straight, and their cover's blown." She points a finger at him. "Look, this is up to you and me, B. We are going to stop this assassination alone." Captain Lance points two fingers between them as she walks out backwards. "You got that?"
A diffident Mr. Tarazi looks at the camera. "Yes." He joins the captain in the fabrication room for their costumes. They take their leave without anyone knowing.
Though Rasputin wants the imperial family dead, he wants every aspect of the dinner to be perfect. The villain imparts having the teacakes laced with cyanide. I, along with Mr. Harris, recognize the captain disguised as a server. The guests of honor descend the stairs: Tzar Nicholas II, the Tzarina, their son Prince Alexei, and a squad of bodyguards. Among them is the incognito technician. Rasputin graciously takes the Czarina's hand. She claims the absent princesses were mourning his death; they were not as heartbroken as she. He kisses her hand prior to demanding music to be played. The czar wonders how he survived his assassination. His host chalks it up to having "a very hardy constitution".
The captain surveys the main hall. "Damn it," she grumbles, "the red wedding's about to start, and I don't see the teacakes anywhere."
"All I see is cookies," Mr. Tarazi whispers. However, those white round biscuits are what they were looking for. She throws a hidden knife in the tzar's direction. It knocks the poisoned teacake out of his hand. "What is the meaning of this," he orders her.
"Forgive me, sire. I saw a bug." Mr. Tarazi discreetly averts the young Prince Alexei from obtaining a teacake from a nearby platter. The Tzarina realizes something is wrong. She inquires Rasputin what he has done.
Back on the Waverider, Miss Sharpe and the other Legends noticed the disappearances. When asked where they are, I transmit the prevailing footage in the parlour. Miss Wu recognizes their error while mistaking Mr. Harris for one of the cameramen. Dr. Heywood characterizes the director as "more of an auteur". Mr. Rory declares, "We should get out there." I concur; the captain and Mr. Tarazi are outnumbered.
"Sara clearly wants to handle this alone," Miss Sharpe contends.
Dr. Palmer poses, "But are we gonna let her?"
Miss Sharpe doesn't answer him. She instead calls, "Gideon, how fast can you fabricate some new costumes?" Less than 25 minutes.
At the manor, Captain Lance tips the Czarina to go at once. She accordingly tells her family they're leaving. "You will stay exactly where you are," Rasputin sneers to the royals. "For years I have flattered you both. Our subjects adore you. Our army needs you and look at the state of our beloved Russia."
The captain throws a dishcloth at the madman's back. "Let me guess you're the only one who can save it. Not today, Grigori."
He wretchedly approaches her. "Who are you? No matter. Perhaps I haven't given an adequate demonstration on my bauble." Rasputin dangles his ornament. Its radiating glow hypnotizes the royal guardsmen, including Mr. Tarazi. The madman commands them to attack the "serving wench". Captain Lance fights them off, one after the other. The conflict has her cornered at a separate flight of stairs.
She soon struggles with her own teammate. "Come on, Behrad," the captain says. "Snap out of it." It is disrupted by the Grand Duchess Anastasia's late arrival. Dressed in white, the veiled lady climbs down to the balcony. Her mother implores her to run.
Rasputin bows to the duchess. "So glad you could join our soiree."
"Me too." She then literally unveils herself. Miss Sharpe throws a knife she hid at his chest.
He extracts it, saying, "You're going to have to do better than that."
While Captain Lance wanted a two-person operation, she was more than happy to see her team. "Sorry, B." The captain socks him in the jaw. "Come on," she motions the imperial family, "come on, follow me." They and Miss Sharpe ascend to the foyer upstairs. The others fight against the hypnotic legionnaires. Mr. Rory also breaks a few camera lenses. Dr. Palmer blasts at Rasputin. Not even that affects his mortality.
"All right, this way," Captain Lance directs. "Hide somewhere. You'll be safe." She and Miss Sharpe linger as the Russian royalties flee to another room.
"Look, Sara, I wish I was the person who could say the perfect thing."
The captain spots an encroaching monk. "Behind you."
The ex-bureaucrat hinders a potential stabbing and hits her assailant with her back hand. She flips him over before adding, "But, I'm just—I'm not that person, okay? Emotions are hard for me, and I don't even know what restarting the universe means." Miss Sharpe detects a hypnotized escort. "Behind you." Captain Lance knocks him out before swerving back to her partner. "Listen to me, whatever happened to you—whatever happens to you, I wanna be the person that's there for you." Miss Sharpe inches closer to her. "I am here for you, Sara."
The captain blocks another attack behind her. She spins Miss Sharpe in a countermove. The two remain in each other's arms. "Ava, that was perfect." Dr. Palmer intrudes on their moment. He tips them off a problem rising. "Oh, come on."
They follow the astrophysicist to the main hall, where Rasputin hypnotized Mr. Rory, Dr. Heywood, and Wolfie. He instructs them to locate and kill the elite. Dr. Palmer tries to persuade the others that violence is unnecessary, but he gets shrunken in one swing. Captain Lance recovers him and, at Miss Sharpe's behest, gets an idea. "Hey, Grigori. This is your big moment; don't you wanna ham it up for the cameras?" As Rasputin boasts about being "unkillable", the captain throws the bite-sized Dr. Palmer into his mouth. Moments after the braggard swallows him, the latter enlarges to his regular size. He is upset that he blew Rasputin to pieces. On another note, he found his catchphrase. "Size matters." I like it. Mr. Tarazi is free, and a gut coated Mr. Harris has the final shot.
"The public is gonna love this ending," Miss Sharpe comments.
"It's only missing one thing." Captain Lance surprises her with a dipping kiss that leaves her lightheaded. She then gives the camera a thumbs up.
The mission is complete, and so is the documentary entitled "Meet the Legends". The cast attends the public screening almost three weeks later. It's a live event, so I was able to view it. The last scene was my favorite part. The overall film looks promising, which can mean the Legends' fame isn't dwindling any time soon. Right after the credits roll, they and Mr. Harris are onstage.
"Hi, everybody," Captain Lance expresses. "We are the Legends, and we just wanted to say thank you for watching our film. We hope that you enjoyed it." As the audience applauds, she hands Miss Sharpe the microphone. The latter looks between her partner and the public. What is on her mind?
Her next words shock all. "Of course, uh, none of it was real." Mr. Harris attempts to discredit them until the Legends follow suit with their own reasonable doubts. They refute the existence of time travel and Heyworld. My presumption is adrift in the castigatory public discussion. The "big frauds" nonetheless walk offstage happily. Mr. Harris' documentary and film career are destroyed in one night.
The now anonymous Legends enter the cargo bay. In regard to the funding, Mr. Rory had stolen a $500 million Fabergé egg from the manor. Its price causes Miss Sharpe to drop it. Thankfully, Captain Lance catches the bejeweled egg before it can hit the floor. "Whoa, careful with that, babes." She gives it back to her. Mr. Constantine suddenly charges in unattended. "John, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I heard your movie premiere was in town tonight, so I thought I'd pop in." He determinedly makes his way upstairs.
The captain calls after him. "Well, just make yourself at home then..."
"Why can't he ever just be normal," Miss Sharpe ponders. She and Captain Lance follow him into the Galley. By then, the sorcerer has sprinkled a circle on the floor using his powdered dust.
"What are you doing," the captain asks.
"Yeah, I need to borrow something." Cutting between them, Mr. Constantine reveals, "Rasputin wasn't an isolated incident." He selects one of the condiment jars composing the madman's remains from the refrigerator.
"'Not isolated'? What do you mean," the ex-chairwoman queries. The soothsayer unscrews the lid and devours its preserved content. She and Captain Lance gag at this and the emitting odor. Afterwards, Mr. Constantine returns to his circle.
"Wait," the captain quizzes, "are you trying to go back to Hell?" Short answer: yes. He kneels and recites an incantation. "Hey, John, there's gotta be another way."
"I'll return when the sigil is complete," he finally responds.
Captain Lance yields, "John. You take care, you lunatic."
"I always do, love. I always do." The smirking soothsayer kindles the symbol with his trusty lighter. He disappears into a blue flame.
"You know," Miss Sharpe observes, "sometimes what happens on this ship really would be hard for an audience to follow." It would require a measure of imagination. The captain takes her hand as they watch the fire steadily flit on the rune as a ticking timer.
Mr. Rory encounters Miss Wu in the library, reading Jane Austen's Persuasion. He liked her forged love letter so much; he decided appointing her as the new "Rebecca Silver". He believes she has literary potential. Moreover, he wants to go back to thievery. She is open-mouthed at first; she accepts the mantle and announces moving out of the Waverider. The Kaupe has thought about it for a while. She knows a life in seclusion will stunt her creativity. She promises the addled ex-felon she'll do "Rebecca Silver" justice. Miss Wu hugs her favorite Legend before leaving to pack her belongings. She was a tolerable acquaintance.
Mr. Tarazi installs what he calls a "phantom memory scrub" in my hard drive. Dr. Heywood queries me how it's going. "It's proceeding without a hitch. The flaws only go as far as the last two years." I can precisely articulate my thoughts again.
"Good work, Giddy." Thank you, Mr. Tarazi. Dr. Heywood stays in the lab while the technician goes to bed. I unearthed a glitch from the Heyworld event. I show it to the historian. On the screen, Mr. Tarazi changes into a dark-haired Muslim woman. The electric power deactivates after I found supplementary memory data. 30 minutes later, it is reactivated along with me. The historian requests me to replay a video message he saw, but the memory scrub is complete.