Arrow

Previously on "Arrow"...

He can't know that you're his father,

and nobody else can.

Samantha, there is someone in my life now.

Please don't make me keep this from her.

You will if you want a relationship with my son.

I know who Oliver Queen cares about more than anyone.

Nora, honey, there's someone I'd like you to meet.

This is William.

Curtis: It's an implantable biostimulant.

This little piece of technology's gonna help

me walk again?

After it's implanted in your spine, yes.

I can do this.

I can do this. I can so totally do this.

Yes, you can, but either way,

we've got you.

It's no pressure here, Miss Smoak.

Curtis' implant is the longest of long shots.

I was expecting a little more encouragement

from the husband of the genius

who invented the thing.

My man works miracles with technology,

but the human body doesn't play by the same rules.

Well, here we go.

Here we go.

Here we go, here we go.

Yeah. We're going.

- Ooh! Ow! - Ohh!

Ok. It's ok. Got you, got you, got you.

Well, that went nowhere.

Curtis ever tell you how we met?

Uh-uh.

He came in with Achilles tendonitis.

He was training to qualify for the Olympics,

so all he cared about was results.

Took me weeks just to get him focused

on what really mattered.

How handsome his therapist was?

Healing.

Got to be patient with yourself.

These things take time.

Are you sure what Conklin told you was the truth?

Conklin was dying.

He had no reason to lie.

Whatever Reiter has planned,

he's gonna kill everyone here.

Reiter: Mr. Queen...

It appears we are within striking distance

of my prize.

I want you both at my side when I claim it.

I don't give a damn about your

superstitious crusade!

Nevertheless, you'll both bear witness to its fruition.

You ok?

Me?

I knew you were gonna ask me,

so I thought I'd beat you to the punch.

Heh heh. Are you ok?

A guy, a brilliant guy says he can put

a microchip in my spine

and I will walk again.

I'm enough of a geek to know science fiction when I see it.

You're still disappointed?

Yeah. You know...

It's stupid.

Talk to me.

I wanted to be able to walk down the aisle on our wedding day.

Heh.

Darhk: Aw, you two just melt my stone-cold heart.

You almost make me believe in love again.

Nice to see you, Mr. Queen.

How was your Christmas?

Son of a bi--

Ooh! Oh. You're so brave for a political candidate

and reformed party boy.

Oh. Sorry about the limo, love the wheelchair.

Might I suggest motorized.

Unh!

We have extremely powerful friends.

You do not know who you're messing with.

If it makes you happy,

the messing ends today.

I tried to bring you into the fold, Mr. Queen,

I tried to kidnap your nearest and dearest,

I tried to kill you, but none of that took.

Well, like she said, you don't know who you're messing with.

I suspect that is true,

but as they say-- well, or should--

the fourth time is the charm.

[Cell phone chimes and vibrates]

Go ahead. Take a look.

I'll wait.

William thinks that I'm friends with his mother.

Funny. Heh heh heh.

Anyhoo, 6:00 on Friday, you're gonna hold a press conference

and drop out of the mayoral race.

Oh, that's 6 pm, by the way.

I will be at home watching you

from my brand-new television.

What did he show you on your phone?

Who's William?

He's my son.

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Please say something.

Felicity, I can explain.

Stop.

I cannot hear another lie.

You know, it's--it's more complicated than that.

God, Oliver. Are you the only person

on this planet that considers the truth complicated?

Just to be clear, I don't care

that you have a child.

I can't believe that you have a child

that you didn't tell me about.

What does it say about our relationship

if your first instinct is to always hide the truth?

William's mother made a condition

that the only way I would be allowed

to meet my son is if I agreed to keep him secret,

even from you.

Who even makes that kind of ultimatum?

Just a--a mother who's trying to protect her son,

and she thought that the best thing for him

was to keep his world separate from mine.

After everything that has happened,

can you really say that she was wrong?

Well, it didn't work, did it?

Somehow, Darhk still found out.

Laurel: Hey. We got your 911.

Felicity: Darhk paid us a visit.

He's holding a 10-year-old boy hostage,

says that he will release him

if Oliver drops out of the mayoral race.

Oliver: Let's get in touch with Alex,

have him schedule a press conference

for Friday at 6 pm.

John: You're not actually going for this, are you?

The boy Darhk has-- William--

he's my son.

Felicity: Yeah. I just found out, too.

Apparently, the only two people that knew

about William were Oliver and Darhk.

Actually, I found out, too. Um--

um, what's our next plan?

William lives in Central City, right?

Yep.

I will call Barry, see what CCPD can do.

Is it ok if I tell Barry that William's your--

Barry knows, too.

Let's also get in touch with Malcolm.

He has an ax to grind after what happened with the League,

and, um, Malcolm knows, as well.

Maybe it would be easier to list the people

who don't know about your son.

Ahem. Samantha's here.

Who's Samantha?

It's William's mother.

Alex.

She said her name was Samantha Clayton.

The name struck a bell from the million-dollar check you told Thea

wasn't gonna be a problem.

It's not gonna be a problem.

Ok. Then why did I just get a 911 text

from Thea telling me that you're pulling out of the race?

Have you heard from William?

Do you know where he is?

I don't, but I'm doing everything I can.

Oh! I knew it.

I knew the second I realized he was gone,

I knew that you had to have some sort of involvement in this.

Oh, my God. What was I thinking

letting you get into his life?

Two months later, and he's missing.

Samantha, I need you to tell me exactly what happened.

No, Oliver. You need to tell me

what the hell is going on,

and you need to give me my son back right now!

I am trying, but you need to tell me

what happened, please.

I--I went upstairs to get him for dinner, and he was gone.

Gone.

No--no note, no sign of struggle.

Just vanished.

I called the CCPD, and they have been looking everywhere,

but it's already been 48 hours,

and still nothing,

but then a crime scene technician pulled me aside

and said that I needed to talk to you about this.

Barry Allen?

Yes. That's the one.

Oliver, you promised.

- I-- - You promised me

that you wouldn't tell anyone about my son.

Barry figured it-- that's not what's

important right now.

What is important is I'm gonna do everything--

and I mean absolutely everything in my power--

and we will get him back!

What can--what can you do, Oliver?