Arrow

My name is Oliver Queen.

After five years on a hellish island,

I have come home with only one goal..

to save my city.

But to do so, I can't be the killer I once was.

To honor my friend's memory, I must be someone else.

I must be something else.

Previously on "Arrow"...

When I was in Afghanistan, my unit was tasked

with protecting Gholem Qadir.

How is it you think your brother ended up dead?

You shot at a client, you missed.

I don't miss.

You murdered Shado.

Yes, I pulled the trigger, but you, you aimed the gun.

What are you doing here?

Five years ago, I made you a promise.

You cannot die until you have known complete despair.

And you will. I promise.

Sara.

Sara?

Murderer.

Mne nuzhno vstretit'sya svami.

Aleksi. Kak Ty, moy drug?

What can I do for you?

There's no gulags here in Starling City.

Anatoly talks too much.

Eto verno.

I need you to find a man for me.

His name is Slade Wilson. He's rich, Australian,

and he's missing an eye.

I need to know where he sleeps.

First, I need your assistance with my business.

There is a man who owes me a substantial amount of money.

I am not here to trade.

You know how our brotherhood works.

I do a favor for you

and you do one for me.

Put it on my tab, Aleksi.

I don't have time for these games.

Make time.

My services are of no use to you

unless yours are use to me.

I know exactly how this brotherhood works,

and right now, it works for me.

U nas yest' ponimaniye?

I woke up and you were gone.

Yeah. I wasn't tired.

You should be.

When's the last time you actually slept?

Right before I found out

that Slade Wilson is still alive.

Do you want to talk?

I mean...

I know neither one of us are very good about sharing our feelings,

but...I mean, I get it.

Slade, and...

And it's a lot, and, you know,

it's OK if you're scared. I am, too.

I'm not scared. Slade came back

to Starling City with an agenda.

First, he tries to mass produce the mirakuru.

Then he shows up...

at my mother's house.

So he wants a fight, fine.

I'll give him a fight. And this time,

when I kill him, I will make damn sure

that he stays dead.

I just need to find him.

Ooh, coffee?

Hot cocoa. Hmm.

What, no marshmallows?

I'm out.

What are you doing here, dig?

Keeping an eye on things.

OK. And by things, you mean my neck.

The one you think Slade Wilson's going to break in my sleep.

Yeah, something like that.

Look, I have extra security details

on Oliver's mother.

Roy's keeping an eye on Thea,

Sara's staying close to Laurel.

So I get you sitting outside of my house

like that lacrosse player my freshman year of college.

What?

You know, I had a life before you and Oliver, yeah?

Right. I just want to make sure you're OK, Felicity.

And I love you for it.

But if Slade wants to kill me, he can.

There's nothing you can do to stop him.

So go home. OK?

Hey.

Nice jammies.

What took you so long?

What is all this?

A little early for champagne, don't you think?

Not for me.

I just got back from a mission in Pyongyang.

Well, damn.

That was you?

I'm sorry. That's classified information.

But I missed my ex-husband, new boyfriend.

And A.R.G.U.S. has a standing reservation

at this hotel for very important assets.

Mm-hmm.

Can you stay?

Um, well, Oliver and I kind of have

a...situation.

Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, we're handling it.

So you can stay.

Mmm.

Hey.

Is there a problem, Michaels?

We need to rest. These women are tired.

We're all tired.

It's a long hike back to camp. Keep going.

Shall I go explain to the ladies why they want to get back before dark?

They're not allowed to talk to you.

Why, 'cause I'm an American? Because you're a man.

Five minutes.

Girls in the military. Can't keep up,

don't join up, right?

Whoa, whoa, hey, what's going on here?

What's going on?

You recognize that face?

You should. He's on the U.S. military's high value target list.

Gholem Qadir.

Opium drug lord and arms dealer.

Wanted alive.

What were you saying about women in the military?

Why didn't we do fun stuff like this when we were married?

And take time out from our busy schedule of driving each other crazy?

Amanda.

Don't look so worried, Agent Michaels.

We've all availed ourselves

of the Ostrander suite at some point in our careers.

Something's come up, I'll need you to come with me.

Duty calls.

Yeah, guess so.

Actually...

I meant both of you.

What are we looking at here?

Hydroxy-cyclosarin. It's a nerve agent.

It's the apocalypse in the form of a chemical weapon.

And it's about to hit the open market.

A.R.G.U.S. agents uncovered

a manufacturing plant in kahndaq.

All samples were accounted for, except for one.

Two weeks later, this footage

was captured in a remote village in Southern qurac.

One milliliter has a kill radius of ten miles.

It only took half that amount to produce these results.

Our sources have traced the sample through Europe to an estate in Markovia.

So send in the army.

We send in the army, we risk an international spectacle

our government can't afford.

This has to be off-book.

If you need me to draw up the smash and grab, done.

But John isn't a field agent. He's not qualified.

Judging from how he and Oliver Queen spend their free time,

I'd say his credits transfer.

Hey, look, I don't want this thing out in the open any more than you do,

but I'm not sending my boss in on another one of your business trips.

I have no intention of involving the Arrow.

I need you.

What for?

Gholem Qadir.

We caught him.

D.O.D. turned Qadir loose a few years ago.

Who thought that was a good idea?

It's a complicated world, Johnny.

The nerve agent's not the only wmd

Qadir's tried getting his scummy fingers on.

Last month, he tried to buy Malcolm Merlyn's

prototype earthquake machine.

Thank you for stopping that, by the way.

Fortunately, he doesn't know about your involvement in that.

He remembers you as the man who tried to save his life.

The nerve agent's under lock and key

at his estate in Markovia.

He's scheduled to host a fundraiser there shortly.

The two of us haven't exactly kept in touch.

We've got that covered, but our window is rapidly closing.

OK.

So I infiltrate the fundraiser, come out with the package.

Sounds simple enough.

Nothing in this business is simple.

You know that, Mr. Diggle.

Follow me.

I don't need you to get the nerve agent out.

I need you to get your team in.

My team?

They're designated "Task Force X."

Give me a break.

This ain't no task force.

Let's call it like it is--

Welcome to the suicide squad.

"It's not only prisoners who grow course and hardened

"from corporal punishment, but those as well