Arrow

Oliver: My name is Oliver Queen.

After five years in hell,

I have returned home with only one goal--

to save my city.

But my old approach wasn't enough.

I had to become someone else.

I had to become something else.

I had to become the Green Arrow.

Previously, on "Arrow"...

I want to know what I'm doing here. Where's Waller?

Your job is to infiltrate the area, and report back.

Laurel: The media has been calling them a Ghost.

They're like nothing we'd ever seen before.

We need the Arrow.

I'm the one who controls--

now what do you people call them?

The Ghosts?

I'm Damian Darhk.

Mass murder?

Killing innocents? I didn't sign up for this.

You signed up to follow my instructions.

And if I don't help you?

You don't have a choice.

Six months ago, the Arrow died,

but what he stood for didn't.

I am declaring my intention

to fight for this city.

Felicity: I want a code name.

What?!

Everyone's got a code name; You even got a new one.

I want a code name.

Find the bomb, and then we'll talk.

I'm scanning frequency signatures.

I just know we're not going to talk about it.

John, you've got a runner.

I'm on it.

Got it. The Ghost frequency of choice is on the ground level.

Ten'll get you twenty it's the bomb.

I don't mean that it's the bomb,

like it's good, like it's da bomb!

I mean like it's the explosives.

Got it. Ground floor.

You better move it. The signal strength I'm reading,

they can blow the treatment plant from Central City.

It's done. Get Diggle down here to handle the dismantling.

You know, it seems like he could use a code name, too.

Just get him down here.

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Well, saving the city's water supply,

that's an honest night's--morning's work.

Hmm.

Yeah, but no matter what we do to these ghosts,

they keep coming.

We still did a good job tonight.

Yeah, not good enough.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Kind of felt like you were out there for blood tonight.

Look, you haven't been dealing with these ghosts as long as we have.

If I go easy on them, things are going

to end bad really fast. I'm worried

that if you keep going the way that you're going,

you're going to put one of them down permanently.

I know where the line is, ok?

And look, it's almost 9:00. Mrs. Danforth and Madison

are going to be at our house in like an hour,

so I have time for one of your lectures

or a shower. I pick shower.

Is everything ok?

You look nice.

It's my first day back at Palmer Tech.

I get to be bossy today, because I am the boss

of a multi-billion dollar corporation.

I know I should be nervous, I know, but I'm not.

I'm actually really excited.

You should be excited.

That's why I got you the...

first day as a boss fern.

Aww.

And...

Packed your lunch.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Ahh!

Answer me!

All right.

What?!

Come on.

Madison, how's school?

It's good. I graduate in May

with a degree in ancient philosophy.

Ancient philosophy?

Um, what happened to your dream

of being J.T.'s back-up dancer?

Oh, that's still plan B, obviously.

It is so lovely to see you two.

Really, it's been far too long.

Well, Thea and I were glad you got in touch.

Yeah, we were, um, a little surprised, though.

Well, I admit that reconnecting with the son and daughter

of one of my dearest friends

is not...the only reason that I wanted to see you.

And here comes the crazy.

Last week, like the rest of the city,

I saw the Green Arrow's broadcast.

And it hit me--

if that man could take up the Arrow's mantle,

I could take up your mother's.

Um, how?

By running for mayor.

See, I told you--crazy.

No one's opposing me, obviously,

but there will still need to be an election.

There's a very good reason that no one else is running.

The last three mayors have been killed.

To say nothing of the city's leadership last week.

Which is exactly why we need a mayor more than ever.

I want to step forward.

And I'm asking for your support.

Wow.

You guys look bigger than you did

when you were on my computer screen.

Perhaps we should begin with this quarter's financials.

Thank you. Uh...

Ok.

I know I don't have a business degree,

or an accounting degree or an MBA,

but this looks very, very bad.

These are hard times for everyone in Star City.

This company's not immune. Fortunately, Mr. Holt

had devised us a way out.

Oh, goody.

Um, hello.

I'm actually not a member of the board.

I work in the design innovations department.

Tell Miss Smoak about your algorithm.

It's, uh, pretty simple, actually.

I use specialized A.I. to determine

maximum profits, which can be derived

with a minimum amount of workforce deduction.

Sorry. I probably could have explained that better.

No, I got the jist. You came up with a list

of people that you'd like me to fire.

Workforce reduction has a nicer sound to it.

It just kind of rolls off the tongue. Ahem.

Well, the only thing we'll be reducing

is all of your bonuses to start.

We've already been down that road

and exhausted all other avenues, Miss Smoak.

I didn't come back to this company

to put the people who work here out of work.

I came here to protect Ray Palmer's legacy.

And if we do not dramatically reduce our costs

or increase our profits, there won't be a legacy to protect.

Am I the only one that has a bad feeling about this?

I mean, signing up to be mayor of this town

is like asking to be part of "the Titanic."

Well, you heard me try to talk her out of running.

I'm pretty sure that got covered up

by telling her we'd be at her big announcement.

Thank you.

Thank you all so much.

For the past six months,

the mayor's office at city hall has stood vacant,

waiting for someone to step forward on behalf of Star City.

And today, I am here with all of you

to tell you that I am stepping forward.

Two years ago,

I lost my good friend Moira Queen,

who was also a candidate for mayor.

And I remain inspired by her kind heart,

and her selfless devotion to this city.

Shots came from up there.

No, no, you protect Jessica, I've got this.

The shots are just a distraction!

There's no ghosts up here!

Whoa, whoa, wait, wait-- you're not in her detail.

Get back to the atrium! Oliver, how...

Um, self-defense classes.

She announcers her candidacy,

and two seconds later, someone's trying to kill her?

That must be a record, even for our city.

She's not dropping out of the race, so this isn't over.

My father has a protective detail on her.

Yeah, but even with protection at the announcement,

she didn't seem to be too safe.

Is it just me, or is the shooting of a potential city leader

feeling a little ghosty?

This guy wasn't wearing a mask, so...

There was something else different about him.

He left behind evidence.

Diggle: Fingerprints.

How'd you get the owner to part with his windshield?

I bought his truck. It's one of the benefits

of your girlfriend inheriting

a multi-billion dollar conglomerate.

We have money now.

I don't exactly think that was money well spent.

I don't think these prints are going to do us any good.

What the hell? I am not an expert,

but I think our new friend may have cut off his fingertips