Arrow

My name is Oliver Queen.

After 5 years in Hell, I returned home

with only one goal-- to save my city,

but I couldn't honor that commitment

and honor the promise I made to the mother of my son,

so I asked the best man I know to help.

His name is John Diggle,

and he is the Green Arrow.

Previously on "Arrow"...

Pollard-- she's using last night's disaster

as a pretext to introduce her

anti-vigilante legislation to the council.

I am invoking chapter 9 of the city charter.

That will convert councilwoman Pollard's bill

to a citywide referendum.

What do you want?

To operate without interference.

So you can keep killing people?

You don't seem to know that this is a war.

The Intel that you gave me on my son Joe panned out,

so I'm heading to Calgary.

Good luck, Slade.

Ms. Pollard.

Captain wanted you to see the latest CompStat.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Sniper!

Aah!

Officer down. Code 3.

All units respond.

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Well, I'm just glad no one was seriously hurt.

How do you want to handle this?

I'd like you to issue a statement on my behalf.

On your behalf?

I have an old friend in town

that needs my help, and I might not be back

in the office for a few hours.

Do we have any idea who the shooter was targeting?

We're working on it.

Good. Um, be the mayor until I get back.

For real?

No. It's a figure of speech,

but j--just don't make any laws while I'm out of the office, ok?

Fine.

And don't worry about the shooter.

We're gonna nail his ass.

I know you will.

Sorry. That was work.

Don't apologize.

I appreciate the meeting.

You helped me find my son.

Least I can is help you find Joe.

He doesn't go by that name anymore.

Changed his name?

It was his mother's idea.

Her maiden name.

He goes by Kane now.

What happened to him?

I tracked him to Calgary,

but by then, he'd gone,

so I followed him to Ibiza--heh--

and then Mombassa.

Mombassa?

The kid took after his father.

While we were stuck on Lian Yu,

he went out and joined the Australian Intelligence Service.

Then a week ago in Kasnia,

a mission went south.

He was dealing in arms.

Some locals caught him.

Supposedly, he didn't have a fair trial,

and now he's...

serving a life sentence

like a rat in a cage.

Ok, Slade. What do you need?

I need you to help me find my son.

Last we met, you told me

that I couldn't live in two worlds.

I'm not asking you to come back in.

Strangely enough, what I need is diplomacy,

which means I don't want Green Arrow.

I need Oliver Queen.

For what?

Can I ask you just to trust me

on this one, kid?

I've organized transport to Kasnia.

Wheels up at 2200.

I'll understand

if you don't want to join me...

But if you do, I'll meet you out front

at 2100, ok, kid?

Ok. Bring the stuff over here.

Sorry.

Hey. Don't worry.

It's only tent poles.

It's not like we're gonna stick around long enough to use them.

Why do you say that?

You're always leaving.

Can't believe we even made it this far.

Listen. You know that I work for Australian Airlines

and I have to travel,

but I promise you this weekend

it's just about you and me,

father and son out in the wild.

Come on. Go find some flat land

and pitch your tent.

Got him. Well, I didn't get him-get him,

but I identified him.

- Identified who? - Our sniper.

Thought your T-spheres could track his visor.

Well, that was then. This is apparently now.

He must have hacked the tracer.

Or got a new visor.

It's not like they sell them at Walmart, Felicity.

Guys, update time. I think our vigilante's back in town.

He's the shooter?

I saw him coming out of the sniper's nest.

CSU's here. Don't know how much evidence

we'll be able to pull.

Well, why don't we work with what we have,

mainly the vigilante seemed to be targeting

councilwoman Pollard.

"Seemed to be" being the operative word.

Well, Pollard's the one who's championing

the anti-vigilante bill.

Seems like a guy named vigilante wouldn't like her much.

Yeah, but martyr her? That would get this bill

passed faster than you could say "obstruction."

If it passes, I'm gonna have to consider

arresting myself.

Excuse me. What are you doing here?

You're not SCPD.

No, he's not, and this is not a federal case.

Still doesn't explain what John Diggle,

who works personal security for the mayor,

is doing at a crime scene.

I have relevant experience,

and the mayor thought this could use a fresh set of eyes.

What type of experience?

Sniper.

I don't recall reading that in your military file.

I'm sorry. Tell me again why

you're reviewing my service jacket.

Mayor Queen didn't mention he was under investigation.

Of course he did. It has nothing to do with that.

But you've been working with him

for the past 6 years,

which makes us overdo for a chat.

I could wait for a subpoena if you'd prefer.

No. I'm an open book.

Step into my office.

Uh-uh! Private conversation.

Hey, William.

Hi.

How are those quadratic equations going?

I hate them.

Yeah. Those were the days.

Where's your dad?

In his room.

Ah. Do you remember when our biggest problem in life

was solving a quadratic equation?

Uh-uh. I mean, I never really worried about them, but no.

Well, now we have metas crashing bachelorette parties, so--wow.

Slade invited you on a romantic getaway?

- Something like that. - Where?

Don't say Aruba. That's our spot.

Kasnia.

Wow!

His son is in some trouble.

The kind of trouble you need to get in more trouble to fix it?

Well, Slade says that he has a diplomatic solution

that requires my name and not me in a mask.

I'm worried that if I don't go,

he'll take a more aggressive approach.

So the empty bag, is that second thoughts

or can't decide what t-shirt to pack?

Because I'm out.

I made a promise to my son,

and I'm out.

It sounds like you made a promise to Slade, too.

You think I should go?

It's not like you're going back to your old life.

I wanted you to tell me not to go.

Look. Slade is not my favorite person,

but, I mean, it's not about Slade.

- It's about his son. - Yeah.

If you don't go, you're just gonna beat yourself up about it.

If--when it veers from diplomacy

and I have to break my promise to William,

I will beat myself up over that, too.

Don't tell William what you're doing.

- What? - Spare him the details

of, you know, Slade being...Slade

and tell him that you're helping a friend.

He'll understand that.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

He's his father's son.

How long's this flight?

It's about 12 hours.

Thanks for coming, kid.