Arrow

My name is Oliver Queen. For 5 years,

I was stranded on an island with only one goal--

survive.

Oliver Queen is alive.

Now I will fulfill my father's dying wish--

to use the list of names he left me

and bring down those who are poisoning my city.

To do this, I must become someone else.

I must become something else.

Previously on "Arrow"...

I'd like you to work with me on the Vigilante investigation.

Thank you, sir!

It's just beginning. In six months,

the organization's vision of what this city should be

will be complete.

Thousands of innocent people will be dead

and you'll feel nothing.

That's not true.

I'll feel a sense of accomplishment.

So...

How can we be of assistance?

Malcolm Merlyn. I want you to kill him for me.

These black arrows aren't consistent with his M.O.

Something doesn't add up.

We're dealing with a copycat.

What do you mean, the chopper's about to touch down?

The flight log doesn't have them due for another 20 minutes!

Then lock down the heliport!

I've just landed in Starling City.

We agreed-- half on arrival, the other half

when the job is done.

Gracias.

Don't worry.

The man's as good as--

Guillermo Barrera.

You have failed this city.

You've built quite a reputation.

And you should have stayed overseas.

I thought about it, but then I remembered--

I've got a reputation, too.

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Ahh! Ow!

Now the trick is to keep your weight

evenly distributed.

I thought the trick was to avoid getting into fights.

Yeah, well, Starling City's not the kind of place

where you can talk your way out of trouble.

Besides, if you're going to be working with us,

I'll sleep a lot easier knowing that you can handle yourself...

At least a little bit.

How'd it go?

Badly for him. Who's him?

An assassin for hire with an affinity for knives.

His name was Guillermo Barrera.

Was?

So we can't ask him about his intended target?

No.

Which is why I need you to hack his phone.

Barrera's world class.

He kills high profile targets.

And whatever job he was hired for

isn't finished.

We need to figure out who he was here to kill, and fast.

They are probably still in danger.

Ok? Yeah.

I have to meet McKenna.

Good thing she didn't meet you at the heliport.

May not be a good idea to fall for the cop

that's hunting you down.

Well, it's slim pickings for us vigilantes.

Four.

Well, I'm more of a runner.

Why the sudden desire to work out?

What else is there to do?

Well, we can try to think of another way off the island.

There is no other way.

If there was, I would have found it.

We can't just sit here

and wait for Fyers to come and kill us.

I did have one idea.

If you go into the forest

and gather as much bamboo as you can find...

Yeah?

We could build ourselves a boat,

like they did on "Gilligan's Island."

That's broken.

It got busted during the crash.

Did you try to get it to work?

I'm better at pulling things apart.

My father was a pilot

and he used to do his own maintenance.

So you're hoping aircraft maintenance is genetic?

No, I used to help him and I liked it.

Then I got pretty good at it.

So maybe I can make the radio work.

You should be training

for the inevitable fight that's looming.

I think I have a better chance of making the radio work.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

No, I am. I just got caught up at the office.

Me, too. Wow.

You look nice.

Ooh.

We should go inside.

We should.

We don't seem to be going inside.

Welcome.

Happy Birthday, buddy. Thank you.

Oh, this feels like a Chateauneuf de Pape.

It's going to taste like one, too.

You are a true friend. Thank you.

Tommy, you remember McKenna Hall.

From back in the day. And back again.

Ollie.

Hi. Hi.

Laurel, this is...

McKenna Hall.

We know each other from the court house.

How are you, counselor?

I'm well, Detective.

I'm going to go crack this open. Come in.

Such a nice apartment. So much space.

Oh, this is adorable.

How old are you here?

That's actually my sister Sarah.

Oh, I am so sorry.

No, no, it's ok.

I don't know why my father bought her that canary.

That thing chirped night and day.

Drove us all nuts.

A toast.

To the first birthday that I have enjoyed

in a long time.

I got my best friend back.

And...

I have finally figured out why poets

have been in business for the last few thousand years.

Happy Birthday, baby. Thank you.

Cheers. Cheers.

Cheers.

I think that's the food. Oh, ok.

Oh, thank God, she didn't cook.

Amen.

Mr. Merlyn.

Laurel. Can I come in?

Oliver.

Mr. Merlyn.

I've been trying to get in touch with you.

What are you doing here, Dad?

Happy Birthday, Tommy.

Just give us a second.

Of course.

We're about to eat. I can't stay.

Well, that works out because you weren't invited.

I'm being honored by the Starling City Municipal Group.

They're bestowing me with their annual Humanitarian Award.

What, they ran out of actual humans to give it to?

I would like you to be there, if you could.

I am 100% certain that I'll be busy.

You might not believe this,

but all I ever wanted for you was happiness.

If it will allay this tension between us,

I'll turn the switch back on.

Save your money, Dad.

I don't need it anymore.

I'd still like you to come to the event.

It would mean a lot to me.

You know what, Dad?

Sometimes the people that you want there the most...

Aren't.

You taught me that.

Multiple times.

Hello, Lawton.

I see your edge has dulled.

Oh, I knew you were there.

I just didn't care if you killed me.

What do you want?

My organization has been contracted

to eliminate a certain high profile individual.

A very well-guarded target.

Well, forget it.

Look, I'm retired.

To drink and smoke your life away?

We all got to die some time.

I need someone to die at the right time.

And no one does it better than you.

My vision...

ain't exactly what it used to be.

No.

It's going to be better.

So...

Who needs two bullets in the chest?

Moira.

Is it happening?

Yes.

The Humanitarian Award ceremony.

Isn't that a little public?

No one will expect it.

I have very welcome news to share with all of you.