Arrow

Oliver: 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"...

Where the hell did you come from?

What do you think you're doing, 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, your more than free to go.

Let me help you. Ok, you can help me.

To do what I do, I need intel.

You can be my eyes and ears in the Glades.

That's how you can save the city.

How do I contact you?

Leave that in the alley wall,

and I'll know to contact you.

Laurel: I told you to stay away from me.

The copycats are still alive.

Tommy Merlyn isn't.

I lost a friend that day, too.

And I would gladly have given my life for his.

Well, don't worry, your life is over.

Your life as a free man.

Put your weapon down.

I'm not your enemy.

Then put your weapon down.

Man: Don't move!

Nice mask.

Why'd you help me?

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Oh, thank God.

Police scanner's been blowing up for the past hour.

Laurel called in half the force with that silent alarm.

Yeah, because going after actual bad guys is so last year.

To her, I am the bad guy. Since when?

Since I didn't make it to Tommy in time.

How did you get out of there?

I had help from a masked blonde woman in black.

Another copycat vigilante?

No. She was different.

Trained, and she used a sonic...thing.

Wait, sonic thing? Could you be a bit more specific?

She turned it on and the glass shattered.

Ok, well, who was she and why would she help you?

And how did she know to help you?

All good questions.

I don't like the idea of another player in town.

I'll see what I can find.

Oliver, what I would like to know is what

you're doing at Laurel's office in the first place.

She makes you public enemy number one

and you figure this is a good time to chat?

Because I thought that I could talk to her

and make her understand that I'm doing things differently this time.

That I'm not the bad guy.

I was wrong.

Wonderful.

Now we have a dead Japanese soldier in our home.

Those men on the island were looking for these corpses.

Aren't you the least bit interested in why?

I'm more interested in how many more there are of them

and where they're operating from.

They'll be coming for that, which means they'll be coming for us.

And as we've already seen, they're not the friendliest bunch.

So...

It kind of looks like you've done that before.

Back in Xingjian, I was pre-med.

She's a woman of many talents.

Come on.

"Come on" where?

To higher ground. We need to get to a vantage point

where we can establish the enemy's position.

What about Shado?

I'll be fine here.

We shouldn't split up.

Let her play with her corpse.

We'll be back before she knows it.

Here you go, Bud.

On the house, Officer Lance.

Hey, no, no, no, here you go, a dog this delicious?

I'd have to book myself for robbery. Take it.

All right. Take care.

Police radio: All units, 1078 at Second and Fletcher.

Please respond.

Lance, patrol Delta Charlie 52, 10-60, officer responding.

Over. Negative, DC-52.

Disregard 10-78 and resume patrol.

According to whose orders?

Lieutenant Pike.

Excuse me.

Bill, what is going on here, huh?

This is my beat. Why did Pike wave me off of this?

Quentin, it's under control.

Excuse me, what is under control?

That's Barton Mathis.

That seems to be what the M.O. indicates.

He's doing consecutive life sentences in Iron Heights.

Not anymore.

The quake split open a section of Iron Heights.

Mathis was among the escapees.

The brass want to avoid a panic, so they're keeping it quiet.

Are they keeping it quiet from me, too?

Come on, man. Pike knows

what happened to you last time. The man got in your head.

Yeah, and I caught him. And no one knows Mathis better.

And I've got all your notes and your files. Pike's order.

If you go anywhere near this,

he's going to have you arrested for obstruction.

Felicity: I found a number of police reports

from the last few months that may involve our mystery girl.

They describe a masked woman in black attacking attackers.

She put five would-be rapists in the hospital so far.

Are you sure it's her?

Broken limbs, ruptured ear drums... Your sonic thing.

That's her. She's targeting criminals.

Misogynist criminals.

First the hoods, now her. Looks like you started a movement.

I don't want to start a movement, so we catch her.

I'm not letting the city get overrun with vigilantes.

Hi, Detective.

So...

Miss Smoak gives you a way to call me now.

She vouches for you.

And you told me that you're trying to help the city without dropping bodies.

That true?

What do you think?

Let's just say I'm willing to be convinced.

This city is hurting.

And the police?

I always thought we didn't need to go

outside of law to find justice.

But in light of recent events,

I'm not so sure anymore.

Barton Mathis.

The media calls him the Doll Maker.

'Cause he suffocates his victims with a flexible polymer

that he pours down their throats and then he dresses them up like dolls.

I put him away.

Because of the quake...

He's out and he's killing again.

These are from six years ago.

That's my personal file.

Maybe it's not just the file that's personal.

Mathis killed eight girls before I got him last time.

I don't want any more on my conscience.

So why don't you let the police do their job?

I could say the same thing to you.

They're spread so thin, they can't even risk

letting the public know that Mathis is out.

You said you're trying another way?

Maybe I am, too.

You have such beautiful skin.

Lance's file give you anything?

Last time the Doll Maker was active in Starling City,

he ramped up to one kill every three days.

That gives us two to catch him.

Can we connect the victims?

Young. Pretty.

According to Lance's file,

he couldn't figure out how he chose them.

As if porcelain dolls weren't creepy enough

all on their own.

Barton Mathis doesn't have any family or known acquaintances.

Lone wolves are harder to catch.

But they do have the right to an attorney.

Call Lance.

Tell him to set up a meeting for tonight.

Where? At the office

of whoever represented Barton Mathis.

So I'm assuming this takes priority

over finding out the identity of your secret admirer.

I got that covered.

Hey.

I was wondering when I was going to see you again.

There's someone new in town--a woman.

She's targeting men who target women.

I know. I've seen her.

Find her, but don't engage.

Leave that to me.

The archer makes quite a mess.

I'll add that charge to the indictment.

Well, you called it right. He showed.

I know him pretty well. At least better than others.

This place is a mess.

Twice in three weeks, you're ducking bullets.

I'm fine. You don't look fine.

You look tired.

I think I'll give you two a moment.

Did you just come here to tell me how tired I look?

No, I came here to check up on you

and check up on some court records.

Barton Mathis is out. I'm looking for his attorney.

Why? You're no longer a detective.

Yeah, well, I'm just doing a little digging off the books.

Dad, this case...