Arrow

Previously on Arrow:

If I only knew how you were spending your nights.

Why should I trust you?

Oliver.

- It's past time we talked. - About what? You being a serial killer?

Start with Laurel. You're still in love with her.

So are you.

Lord knows I am guilty of a lot of things between us...

but not you and her. She chose you.

My name is Moira Dearden Queen. I'm the CEO of Queen Consolidated.

I have been complicit in an undertaking with one horrible purpose.

To destroy the Glades and everyone in it.

But you need to know that the architect of this nightmare is Malcolm Merlyn.

You can't beat me, Oliver.

Because you don't know, in your heart, what you're fighting for.

- Is Laurel safe? - Yeah, you saved her.

Tommy? It should have been me.

Felicity, if you're so scared, why did you insist on sitting up front?

It was the only seat with a seatbelt.

Which will come in handy when we hit the water at 180 miles an hour.

Which will not happen.

I think that means we're here.

Lian Yu.

You said the parachutes were just in case.

Yeah, just in case we made it here.

- Come on. - No.

All right, Felicity, on three.

- I don't think I can do this. I can't... - One.

Thanks for waiting until we touched down.

My pleasure.

Let's move.

- Shh. - What is it?

Thought I heard something.

Dig?

Don't move.

It's a land mine. I'm gonna try to disarm it.

You can't.

Diggle, back away.

Felicity, don't move.

- God, you're really sweaty. - You're a hard man to find.

You shouldn't have come here.

Would have e-mailed, but this isn't exactly a Wi-Fi hotspot.

This was where you lived when you were here?

I mean, the first time you were here.

For some of it.

Could you at least pretend like you're glad to see us?

Dig and I spent weeks tracking you down, we've traveled halfway across the world.

And this morning we flew in a plane so old I'm

pretty sure I was safer once I jumped out of it.

You could at least offer us a water.

Or coconut.

Fresh out of coconuts.

I am happy to see you.

But I know why you're here.

I'm not coming back to Starling City.

I can't. My mission, my father's list, it was a fool's crusade...

and I failed.

Malcolm Merlyn destroyed the Glades.

Tommy died.

And the Hood couldn't stop it.

So don't ask me to put it on again.

Ever.

This isn't about you being the vigilante. This is about you being Oliver Queen.

Your mother's in prison, Oliver. Her trial's coming up.

Thea's out on her own.

Your family needs you.

So does the family business.

All the bad press after the Undertaking left Queen Consolidated ripe...

for a hostile takeover by a Stellmoor International.

They've gutted every company they've taken over.

Once they gobble up Queen Consolidated, 30,000 employees are gonna be out of a job.

Including one very blond IT expert.

Listen, I get why you had to leave, Oliver. Probably better than anybody else.

I've been there.

And after what happened, nobody can blame you for leaving.

But it's time to come home.

You're not the first man to learn the hard way women are a distraction.

You've come very far in a few months.

- Don't beat yourself up. - Well, uh, apparently that's his job.

And I love my job. Not that I wouldn't trade it for a way off this island.

While you two were playing with each other, I was hunting.

There's nothing more attractive than a woman who can hunt.

When I was marooned here, my first meal was a pheasant.

Your father cooked it for me.

He was an awful cook.

- Yeah. - But a great father.

I'm looking at the proof.

Let's eat.

What's that?

That's Fyers' proximity detector.

We salvaged it from the wreckage of the soldiers' camp.

Picks up anything moving outside our safe zone.

It's been five months since we stopped Fyers. He and all of his men were dead.

- So maybe it's an animal. - Here's an imaging interface.

Those are not animals.

We're not alone on this island.

Who's Blood?

An alderman from the Glades trying to save the city.

Fill your shoes.

Here's everything on Stellmoor International.

Vice President of Acquisitions is a woman named Isabel Rochev.

She looks angry in every photo.

So where to? Office?

Home. I wanna check in on Thea.

- Uh, she's not at your house, Oliver. - Where is she?

- I only have a second. - That's all right.

- My boss has been all over my ass anyway. - Ha, ha. She sounds like a real...

Ow.

You have got to be kidding me.

Come on, I don't wanna fight.

Clearly you do.

Since you keep on taking on every street thug or drug dealer you can get your fists on.

It's not like that. The Glades are worse than ever.

I know, but you already saved a busload of people and managed not to get buried alive.

I mean, how much more of a hero would you need to be?

It's like you have a death wish.

And guess what. It's going to come true.

Yeah, well, someone has to do something.

And stand up for what's right, like he did.

The vigilante?

Who hasn't been seen since the earthquake, which means he did get buried alive...

- and isn't coming back. - I'm back.

Ollie.

You remember my friend Roy.

- Still here? - Always.

So how was Europe? You never texted, no postcards.

Almost like you were on the island all over again.

Yeah, sorry. I was kind of distracted. Snow skiing, water skiing.

A lot of skiing.

I hear rumors that my club is under new management.

Uh, it's my club now, and you're not getting it back.

- You're not old enough to drink. - But I am old enough to run a bar.

Have you made it to Iron Heights?

To visit the woman who dropped a city on 500 innocent people?

- No, thank you. - Thea.

That's not what Mom did.

Right.

She had no choice.

But guess what. She did.

A choice not to be a mass murderer.

And I have a choice too. So I choose not to be her daughter.

But I am so happy you are home.

Look, I need to deal with our liquor distributor

who shorted me on yesterday's delivery.

And one of my bartenders called in sick.

So... What?

Nothing. It's nice to see you like this.

Like what?

Together.

Central City says construction

on the S.T.A.R. Labs Particle Accelerator...

should be completed by Christmas.

And in local news, billionaire Oliver Queen has returned once again to Starling City.

With his mother's upcoming trial and his father's company in free fall...

analysts are asking what the Queen family scion has planned next.

Wasn't our country founded on a brand of vigilantism, Mr. Donner?

The revolutionaries at the Boston Tea Party were certainly choosing justice over law.

I'd hardly compare our founding fathers to the Hood, Mr. Mayor.

Or these twisted copycats who have risen in his wake.

Miss Lance.

What do you think about vigilantes?

I'd be foolish to disagree with my new boss.

I knew I was smart to hire you.

I'd heard you'd joined the District Attorney's Office.

It was time for a change.

Still, I'm sorry that you and your colleagues

at CNRI won't be opening your doors again.

- There were no doors left to be reopened. - Ladies and gentlemen, the mayor.

They're playing my song.

Good evening.

It has been a very difficult year for Starling City.

Our losses have been incalculable.

Our grief unimaginable.

But with the generous donations you people are making tonight...

we will come back from this tragedy...

You have failed this city, Mr. Mayor.

The Glades descended into hell on your watch.

You swore to protect all the citizens of Starling, not just the wealthy.

I'm very sorry about this, folks. Uh, we'll have this sorted out in just a minute.

Mr. District Attorney.

We are the Hoods.

And what was taken from us, we will take back.

All units be advised...

Laurel.

Dad, I'm fine.

You've got one very brave daughter there, sir.

Yeah, one daughter. I can't stand to lose another.

I still can't believe this happened.

The Hoods' attacks have strictly been limited to the financial sector...

trying to redistribute wealth in the Glades at gunpoint.

Yeah, well clearly that's not getting the result they're looking for, is it?

Did you get a good look at any of them?

Hard to focus on anything other than the gun barrel pointed at my face.

- Well, tattoos, distinguishing marks. - What do you think you're doing?

Interviewing the witness is the job of the detective, Officer Lance.

This is my daughter. She was nearly killed tonight.

Well, as a parent, you're welcome to stay.

But as a beat cop, you're more than free to go.

You know, one of the downsides of being demoted, I don't

get to witness his sunny disposition on a daily basis.