DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV Series)
Return of the Mack (2017)
Dominic Purcell: Mick Rory
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Quotes
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Nate Heywood : See, the anachronisms form a pattern.
Dr. Martin Stein : I should have guessed. Though time may be broken, like all matter in the known universe, it still possesses a mathematical harmony.
Jefferson Jackson : Not exactly. What about those two?
Nate Heywood : Those two are outliers. First one, Seattle, 2042.
Zari Tomaz : When the assassin tried to kill me.
Nate Heywood : Right. While cool - not the part where, you know, you almost got killed - it's not as cool as the other one. London, 1895. How do I say this? There's a vampire. Half-dozen men snatched off the streets, only to have their bodies dumped three days later completely drained of blood.
Mick Rory : [brandishing a stake] Vampires. Waited my whole life to kill one.
Jefferson Jackson : Do you just carry that around all the time?
Mick Rory : My whole life.
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Sara Lance : Victorian London. Opium dens and low-cut corsets.
Nate Heywood : Arthur Conan Doyle and the rolling fog.
Mick Rory : Syphilis, whores, and vampires.
Jefferson Jackson : That's a strong smell of garlic.
Mick Rory : It's tied around my neck.
Sara Lance : Yeah, you're a regular Van Helsing.
Nate Heywood : That's from "Dracula".
Mick Rory : I'm reading it. Don't tell me the end.
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Nate Heywood : No sign of any vampires. I wish this was like a Kristen Stewart type, all broody and sparkly.
Mick Rory : Vampires don't sparkle.
Nate Heywood : You know, Mick, you and the vamp have a lot in common. You both like to sleep in and, you know, kill people.
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Mick Rory : If I wasn't vampire hunting, I'd rob these rich bastards blind.
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Gideon : Shock missiles away, Captain.
Nate Heywood : Oh, this is gonna suck so bad.
Jefferson Jackson : Uh, Gray, if we're gonna die, I don't want us to go out mad at each other. So, uh, I can't remember what for, but I'm sorry.
Dr. Martin Stein : You were just thinking of me. Actually, I should be thanking you.
Ray Palmer : Aww. Who wants to hold hands?
Nate Heywood : Ray, it's not freaking "Toy Story 3".
Mick Rory : Everyone shut up. I got one page left.
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Ray Palmer : That's not a phone. It's a 2016 Palmer Tech 7G smart watch. Hand it over.
Coroner : I don't know what you're on about.
Mick Rory : [raising his stake] You want some of this?
Sara Lance : [the coroner hands the watch over] Who does that watch belong to?
[he remains silent]
Sara Lance : No? All right. Mick, stake him.
Coroner : [cowering] Oh, all right. All right. A vicar was walking down the street as calm as can be when a dead man fell from the sky. It wasn't no normal corpse, neither. No identification, strange clothes, and that there watch.
Sara Lance : Which you stole.
Coroner : He wasn't gonna miss it. I will, though. It is the finest timepiece I've ever seen.
Ray Palmer : It did sell better in England.
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Mick Rory : One lousy beer for breakfast.
Nate Heywood : It's breakfast?
Ray Palmer : Yeah. What time did you go to bed last night, buddy?
Nate Heywood : I didn't. Drank a lot of coffee. Can you tell?
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Coroner : Who are you lot?
Nate Heywood : Oi. Scotland Yard. We're here to see about these so-called vampire attacks.
Sara Lance : And we're with the NYPD.
Jefferson Jackson : Nothing like a bit of cooperation from across the pond, right?
Nate Heywood : Right.
Ray Palmer : This one of the victims?
Coroner : Unlucky devil.
[Mick steps forward and stakes the victim in the heart]
Nate Heywood : Whoa, whoa! Mick!
Mick Rory : You don't want him coming back to life, do you?
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Ray Palmer : Rip!
Sara Lance : Rip?
Rip Hunter : Welcome to London.
Mick Rory : Listen, Englishman. Those time pigs try to take me, I'll burn 'em alive.
Rip Hunter : The... the Time Bureau are not actually aware of my current whereabouts. And as surprising as this may sound... I need the Legends' help.
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Rip Hunter : For the last five years, I've been chasing a phantom. A name whispered across time and in every language. Mallus.
Nate Heywood : The Phantom Mollusk? An evil shellfish?
Rip Hunter : "Mall-us". An evil so ancient and powerful that the Time Masters dared not speak his name. Now, I believe that he is recruiting allies from throughout time to his cause. Now, anachronisms are the result of your breaking time.
Mick Rory : [meaning Sara] It was her idea.
Rip Hunter : But these outliers, they are most certainly the work of Mallus. Now, the Time Bureau is a bureaucracy and lacks the imagination to understand this particular threat, and Director Bennett objects to my crusade.
Sara Lance : Hmm.
Rip Hunter : I'm alone out here.
Nate Heywood : So... what I'm hearing is your hot new girlfriend dumped you and now you're crawling back to your ex.
Mick Rory : Ugh. And I'm no one's side piece.
Sara Lance : You know, I think they're on to something here. Look, "sweetie". We would love to take you back, but we don't know how we could trust you again.
Rip Hunter : Would circumstances be any different if I were to call off my hot new girlfriend's pursuit of you?
Nate Heywood , Sara Lance : Hmm...
Sara Lance : Deal.
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Rip Hunter : This outlier, the... the vampire, is most likely the objective of Mallus. Catch the vampire, catch Mallus.
Sara Lance : Sounds like we're gonna need vampire bait.
[she glances at Mick, who glances at Nate]
Nate Heywood : Me? Is it 'cause I'm handsome?
Mick Rory : Pretty.
Nate Heywood : Pretty handsome.
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Nate Heywood : Overcrowding and poverty made Whitechapel a breeding ground for criminal activity, culminating in the Ripper's murders right around... well, now. Isn't history fascinating?
Sara Lance : It certainly is.
Mick Rory : Trusting the Englishman was a damn mistake.
Rip Hunter : You know we're all on comms, don't you, Mr. Rory?
Mick Rory : I don't give a rat's ass.
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Mick Rory : [Nate has been abducted] You find Pretty?
Sara Lance : No. We lost him.
Rip Hunter : We found potatoes. Never fear. The game's afoot.
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Amaya Jiwe : Hunting a tiger for sport is... is just perverse.
Zari Tomaz : I can't believe we're in a time where women can't vote and the Internet's not a thing. Savages.
Mick Rory : Anyone who doesn't have a reflection, they're getting a stake.
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Mick Rory : The hell is going on? We're not killing vampires anymore?
Rip Hunter : Captain Lance, need I remind you we are no longer just fixing ordinary anachronisms here. Mallus is the only game that matters.
Sara Lance : No, it's your game. We have to stop Damien Darhk from coming back to life.
Rip Hunter : And we will. But from all indications, Mallus is coming here to recruit Darhk. If we destroy Darhk's body, we destroy any chance of apprehending Mallus at the resurrection ceremony.
Nate Heywood : If Sara says kill Darhk, or re-kill Darhk, or prop him up in a convertible like "Weekend at Bernie's", that's what we do, because she's the captain.
Rip Hunter : I know that you all want to destroy Darhk once and for all. You're just gonna have to be patient.
Sara Lance : I'd like to speak to you in private.
Nate Heywood : [patting him on the shoulder] Good luck in there.
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Dr. Martin Stein : It's Mr. Hunter.
Nate Heywood : What's he done?
[a protective steel shield covers the Waverider]
Ray Palmer : All the exits are locked.
Jefferson Jackson : And I can't override the command.
Sara Lance : Damn it, Rip.
Mick Rory : Told you we should never have trusted the Englishman.
Amaya Jiwe : Where's Zari?
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Jefferson Jackson : Our coordinates say we're right above the Order.
Sara Lance : Prepare the shock missiles.
Mick Rory : [reading "Dracula"] Three pages left.
Amaya Jiwe : What are you doing? Zari's in there.
Sara Lance : I need you to target the cargo bay.
Ray Palmer : Our cargo bay?
Nate Heywood : Shouldn't we have a team vote first?
Sara Lance : If anybody has a better idea how to get the ship open, now's the time. Trust me, Jax. Fire.
