01x19 - Unfinished Business

[bunniefuu]

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"...

Who supplies you with Vertigo?

They call him the Count!

56 people d*ed to perfect this high.

I've never seen anyone OD on this much Vertigo and live.

The police never caught your brother's sh**t.

The b*ll*ts were laced with curare, that's Floyd Lawton's M.O.

Lawton's alive.

I'm sorry, John.

Felicity: This Lawton guy kick his dog or something?

He k*lled his brother.

[Indistinct chatter, dance music playing]

[Horns honking]

[Horn honking]

How we doing?

We're in the black, and the green.

I like how we've gone from throwing money at clubs to catching it.

Oh, look at these.

What sort of business has a lost and found that's just filled with women's underwear?

The best business ever?

Ohh, having this much fun should be against the law.

Oh, if wishing made it so.

Sorry, am I interrupting anything?

Is Laurel ok?

She's fine.

This visit is about something else.

A girl just got mowed down a couple blocks from here.

On Starling bridge.

Ring any bells with you two?

No.

Should she?

She was in your club tonight.

A lot of people were.

You think someone k*lled her?

Not someone.

Something.

Vertigo.

Yeah. You got a problem with that in this club?

Not that I'm aware of.

We don't allow dr*gs in here, Detective.

Control your clientele.

Before anyone else wanders into traffic.

Is there any chance she could have scored the dr*gs in here?

I doubt it. I try not to hire too many drug dealers.

Get me a list of employees, anyway.

I'll have Felicity cross reference it for drug arrests.

That includes the two of us, you know.

I thought the Vigilante finished off the Count.

I did.

I just need to ask him a few questions, Doc.

Well, you're welcome to try, Detective, but I'm not sure you'll get very far with him.

What does that mean?

Is this a load about doctor-patient privilege?

No, far from it. The unrefined Vertigo overdose he suffered caused damage to the caudal portion of his anterior cingulate.

Well, you'll probably be shocked to hear that I didn't go to medical school.

I've been working with him for months now.

And all I've gotten out of him is word salad and the occasional spit in the face.

Best of luck to you.

Thanks.

Here I was born, and there I d*ed.

It was only a moment for you.

You took no notice.

[Groans]

A woman d*ed tonight... from your poison.

Lots of women die, lots of nights, for lots of reasons.

Someone is selling Vertigo again. Where is it coming from?

I remember you.

Man in hood.

You are never far from my thoughts.

[Groaning and grunting]

You have failed this city!

You have failed this city!

You have failed this city!

You could have just said he was nuts.

You failed this city!

[All grunting]

All right!

You're teaching me that one.

Only if you show me where the Kn*fe was.

[Groans]

[Chuckles]

Who taught you how to fight?

My father wanted a son.

He got one.

The tension of that bow's 150 pounds.

Snap it, you'll both be covered by fiber shrapnel in your eyes.

She's right.

You're not strong enough, kid.

Go again?

It's pretty exciting that both of you are such bad asses, but do you think that maybe we should be making a plan to stop Fyers?

And, I don't know...

Save your dad?

Does he always whine this much?

Today's one of his good days.

Can he fight?

I've tried.

Never much success.

I'm sitting right here.

Well, I haven't tried yet.

[Slade laughs]

[g*nsh*t]

Uncle John.

Hey, buddy.

Will you read "Logan Bogan" to me?

Sweetheart, get into bed and mommy will read to you in a minute.

But I want Uncle John to read to me!

Uncle John's had a long day.

He'll read to you next time.

Hey, I'm sorry.

I've been some place else today.

What's going on with you?

I'm just trying to figure some stuff out.

If you need to talk about anything, you know I'm here for you.

[Cell phone rings and vibrates]

[Ring]

[Ring]

It is Oliver Queen, with an emergency.

Got to go.

Got here as quickly as I could.

This about the glyph in your father's notebook?

Felicity is still working on that.

We have another problem.

Starling City is once again at w*r with the drug known on the streets as Vertigo.

It used to be the city's most lethal vice, but the purple and green pill was nowhere to be found for the last 3 months.

Over the past few days, the city has been flooded with a new version of Vertigo.

More addictive, more unstable.

It k*lled a girl in the club.

Just like it almost k*lled Thea.

Ok, what are you think?

We should pay the Count a visit?

He was my first visit.

Waste of time.

He's...sumasshedshiy.

Ahh.

Since he was the only one that knew the formula for Vertigo, I don't...

I don't even know where to begin.

Good, you're here.

Of course you're here.

Where else would you be?

You clearly love it down here.

You got to see this.

I'm here at the scene where police say a disturbed patient escaped only hours ago.

Authorities issued an immediate lockdown at the Starling County Institute for Mental Health following the breakout.

Police are warning people to avoid contact with the drug dealer known as the Count.

Not so crazy after all, huh?

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Arrow
Season 1 Episode 19
Unfinished Business
Original Air Date on April 3, 2013

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I was administering his meds.

He was babbling.

His usual ranting, then he's ice cold.

He overpowered me.

He forced me to take him out through the maintenance exit.

I thought he was harmless.

Basically a vegetable, you said.

I know. Which means...

I've interviewed him dozens of times in the past few months.

To be deceived by a patient so completely--

Don't worry.

We'll find him.

He's going to find prison a lot harder to break out of.

Detective...

He's dangerous.

Don't underestimate him.

Did we get anything from the security cameras?

Not according to the orderly here.

Due to budget cuts, the cameras were the first to go.

That is unbelievable.

There's another angle.

Veronica Sparks, the dead girl from Verdant?

Yeah?

I checked her LUDs.

The last person she texted before she d*ed was Tommy Merlyn.

He said he didn't know her.

Merlyn has two collars for possession, one with intent.

Yeah, that was over five years ago.

Maybe he's just better at not getting himself arrested.

Well, Laurel says he's changed ever since his father cut him off.

Yeah, a leopard and his spots, you know?

Maybe pushing Vertigo at his new club is a way of maintaining his old lifestyle.

Yeah, or maybe going after Meryln's a great way to get my daughter to stop speaking to me again, Hilt.

Look, Quentin, you know I get that.

But here's the thing-- on a hunch, I subpoenaed the club's bank accounts.

There's ten large missing from their operating expenses.

You think Merlyn spent that money on Vertigo?

I think I can't explain how that much money just gets misplaced.

Look, I'll take a run at it.

Keep you out of it.

No.

I should do it.

[Sirens in distance]

[Banging on door]

[Rock music playing]

What you need?

All right.

The person of color has successfully purchased your dr*gs.

For the record, I offered.

How will we know when the tracker is active?

It already is.

I'm getting a good signal off the monofilament strips we placed in the bills.

Drug money's like a pigeon-- it always finds its way home.

We can follow the money all the way back to the Count.

Keep tracking it.

Well, what are you going to do with all the Vertigo you bought?

Plan on having a party, Felicity?

My only experience with dr*gs was an encounter with a pot brownie my freshman year-- by mistake.

Which could have been fun, except I'm allergic to nuts.

All right, Deadshot…

Kills again, this time a U.S. senator.

Where have you been tracking him?

Not very far.

I ran his Floyd Lawton alias through every conceivable law enforcement database.

He's made a series of calls to an Alberto Garcia.

Huh.

According to NSA, Garcia's a reputed underworld talent scout.

He books all the Deadshot's hits.

It's not much to go on, but...

Yeah, but it's something, Felicity, thanks.

Don't you think Oliver should know?

No, this is personal.

Lawton is my problem to deal with.

[Knock on door]

What brings you by?

Hey, would you like some dinner?

Your daughter ordered way too much Thai food.

No, thanks.

This is a business visit, actually.

I got some follow up questions on the Sparks' girl's death.

Sure. The girl was in the club before she got run-over.

You said you didn't know her, but, um, but the last text off her phone was to you.

Really? Because, uh...

Well, I'll be damned.

Huh. Well, I didn't reply.

I get a hundred texts like this a night.

People wanting to get into the club.

So that's what she meant by, "Can you hook me up?"

What else would it be about?

$10,000 is missing from your club's bank accounts.

What'd you spend the money on?

No idea. There must be some sort of bookkeeping error--

Ok, let me put this another way-- if you spent that money on Vertigo so that you could "hook up" your clientele--

Dad!

Then the best thing for you right now is to cop to it, ok?

Get out in front of this.

Don't say anything.

I am trying to--

To do your job?

Yeah, I know.

And this is me doing mine.

Laurel, I know I look like the disapproving father--again.

But I came down here so another cop wouldn't.

You understand?

Tommy, I...

I'm not hungry anymore.

[Sirens in distance]

Hold up hand up.

Palm facing me.

Hit the water.

What?

Hit it.

Again.

Again. Harder.

If the point of this is to make me feel like an idiot, it's working.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

Confucius, great.

I'm starting to see the family resemblance.

Laozi, actually. Again.

Now what?

Fill the bowl.

Start again.

What have you got?

The end of the money trail.

Sending the dealer's location to you now.

[Cell phone beeps]

[Indistinct chatter]

Oh, hey! Hey, dude.

Hey yo.

Who's looking to party?

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

That's not enough, man.

You don't pay, you don't play.

Man: It's all right.

Good for business.

My boss seems to like you, G.

That's right.

Hey, hey, come here.

How much for this?

Now that...

That'll buy you a brick, my man.

Go, go, go!

[Tires squealing]

[Tires squealing]

Don't forget to breathe.

He won't.

I won't.

Congratulations.

You're officially the creepiest person I've ever met.

I don't--I don't feel so good.

Get away from me, creep.

Have we got a problem?

Are you ok?

[All shrieking]

Man on radio: All units, all units, code 99.

417 in progress, Starling Aquarium.

All available units--

This just came over the police frequency.

I hacked the aquarium security system to get a better look.

[Indistinct yelling]

[All shrieking]

Bystanders said they saw him pop some green and purple pills...

There's a lunatic high on Vertigo who's taking hostages, and you're making-- making tea.

They're medicinal herbs from the island.

They counter balance the effects of certain dr*gs and poisons.

They should counteract the effects of Vertigo.

And you aren't going to--

What?

You know...

My sister got high on this garbage.

Could have k*lled someone.

She didn't deserve an arrow in the heart.

This guy didn't fail the city.

The city failed him.

And so did I.

What's happening now isn't your fault.

You didn't make him take dr*gs.

No, but I did fail to put the Count in a grave so deep that he couldn't come back and hurt anyone again.

You caught him.

They locked him up.

And now the city is on fire!

So clearly, it wasn't the right decision.

Get in touch with Diggle.

With the security feed out, I'm going need a second set of eyes at the aquarium.

[Cell phone ringing and vibrating]

Glad I caught you stateside.

Just barely. I leave in two days for Pyongyang.

Isn't that classified?

I figure an old army buddy can keep a secret.

I was glad to get your call.

Lyla, that's not why I called.

There's something else you'd like me to do for you, then.

Well, actually, I think there's something I can do for you.

I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that Deadshot is on Argus' most wanted list.

What do you know about him?

Well, his name, for starters.

Floyd Lawton.

We don't even have that.

Where'd you get it?

Same place I got this.

This is everything you need to locate who's giving Deadshot his targets.

What's your interest in this?

Lawton came up in connection with some things I'm working on.

I thought you were the right person to pass it off to.

I remember you being a better liar than that, Johnny.

Listen, Lyla, Lawton is a very dangerous man.

And your people are the most qualified to take him down.

It's that simple.

Nothing in our business is simple.

[Sirens in distance]

You came her to ask for my help again, Mr. Lance?

Eric Messner?

Who?

He's a zoning commissioner for Starling City.

A notoriously corrupt one, at that.

Missing ten grand.

You paid it to him to skip the inspection of your nightclub.

Why'd you do that, Merlyn?

What didn't you want him to find?

We got nothing to hide here.

Great. Then let's just take a little look around.

Absolutely.

When you come back with a search warrant.

Are you sure this is how you want to play this?

Apparently.

Doesn't my daughter know how to pick 'em.

[Slurring]

Stop laughing at me!

[All screaming]

Shut up!

Shut up!

[Screaming and groaning]

Stop! I don't want to hurt you.

I'm here to help you.

Hey, hey.

My mom does yoga.

Hey, remember when Slade and I rescued you?

You rescued me?

Fine. When we all rescued each other.

You said you knew why Fyers wanted Yao Fei, and how he was forcing him to help.

Feel like sharing?

We're almost out of slapping water.

[Exhales]

My father was a Shangjiang in the People's Liberation Army.

A general. I didn't hear the details of Fyers plans, but he wants my father to be the face of it.

A scapegoat.

To take the blame and conceal their own involvement.

Why was Yao Fei on the island in the first place?

Fyers says he m*rder*d people.

No, he didn't.

The Chinese m*llitary comitted the m*ssacre.

Someone had to take the blame.

They chose him.

Sent him to this island for life.

I spent years looking for him.

A few months ago, a man came to my apartment.

Said he had information about my father's whereabouts.

I had given up hope.

[Sighs]

Let my guard down.

Didn't see the Taser until...

When I woke up, I was here.

I'm worried.

This island...

What he must have had to do to survive.

That it changed him.

He saved my life.

He's still a good man, Shado.

Again.

So there I am sitting at our favorite Sushi restaurant, a bottle of sake, and the only thing that's missing is my boyfriend.

My God, I'm so sorry, baby.

I just have a lot going on here.

Tommy, whatever's going on with you, I want you to know I believe you.

I'm here for you.

Sorry.

Ollie.

What's wrong?

Bad night.

It's about to get worse.

Mr. Meryln, as requested, a warrant to search these premises.

I can't believe you're doing this.

Believe it.

Detective, I'm not an attorney, but on what grounds are you searching my club?

Your general manager bribed a government official to keep him from inspecting the entirety of your building.

What?

Because he's selling Vertigo out of this club.

Ollie, it's valid.

Thank you.

A sub level is not listed on the inspection's floor plans.

However, I pulled the county records.

There's something down there.

I want to see for myself what it is.

Oh, look at that.

Open the door.

[Exhales]

You're making a mistake.

No. You are.

If you don't open that door.

I said, open the door.

Thank you.

The place is kind of a mess.

I've been using it to store the bulk of our inventory.

What's in the boxes?

Why don't you have a look.

Well, if prohibition were still in effect, you might actually have a basis of a criminal complaint.

Would you like to open the rest of the crates?

[Exhales]

So if you don't have anything to hide...

Why didn't you want the inspector down here?

Well, the ventilation system in this place hasn't been updated since the sixties.

Maybe we shouldn't even be open.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I thought he was ok with us being together.

He wasn't wrong.

I bribed a guy.

That's not why he brought out his jackboots.

It's all gonna be fine.

I'll see you at home.

Good night.

Good night.

Is there something you want to say to me?

Thank you.

No, I meant the thing that you were thinking when Lance accused me of dealing out of the club.

I don't understand why you wouldn't just tell me about the bribe.

I run the club, Oliver.

I don't tell you a lot of things.

So let me ask you a question, pal.

What have I done in the last 6 months since you've been home that would lead you to believe that I would sell dr*gs?

In the last 6 months?

Nothing.

Yeah.

Before I left, you played hard.

You played with bad people who were into bad stuff.

And so did you, Oliver.

But I changed just like you did.

Now you put arrows in people who do illegal things.

Last time I checked, bribing a city inspector was not legal.

Do you actually think that I could hurt you?

Truthfully, I have no idea what the hell you would do.

You are a complete mystery to me.

I've got no idea how you find it so easy to k*ll people.

The next time you decide to think the worst of me, imagine what I now think of you.

[Door slams]

What's his problem?

What's yours?

Excuse me?

I asked Felicity to get in touch with you.

There was a hostage situation at the aquarium.

I'm sorry, I didn't get that message till it was over.

Why?

Because I was busy doing something else.

Lawton.

Oliver, you didn't end up needing me.

You couldn't have known that.

In other words, find your brother's k*ller on your own time, right?

Vertigo's tearing this city apart, Diggle.

So, yeah, maybe now's not the best time to indulge a personal vendetta.

You're actually gonna stand there and tell me that you going after the Count is not personal?

Oliver, listen, I cannot read a book to my nephew without knowing that Lawton took his father from him.

I can't move on with Carly, I can't move on with my life knowing that he's still out there.

I thought if anybody got that it'd be you.

What happened here?

The ethernet cable still works.

Would you plug in your tablet, please?

Did you decide to remodel?

Long story.

Where's Dig?

Long story.

The hostage-taking junkie.

He is the only lead to the Count we've got left.

What type of information are you looking for?

Anything that will give us a line on the Count's location.

Has the M.E. performed the autopsy report yet?

Yeah, just pulling it up now.

Check the toxicology to see if there's something related to the Vertigo he was on.

He didn't die of a Vertigo overdose.

I saw it, Felicity.

According to the coroner, cause of death was severe anaphylaxis.

He d*ed of an allergic reaction to chlorpromazine.

That's an anti-psychotic.

Pull up the Veronica Sparks autopsy.

Did she have chlorpromazine in her system?

Yes.

How did you know?

The Count must have added it as a new ingredient in this latest iteration of Vertigo.

But wouldn't the amount he'd need to manufacture enough for circulation be huge?

Where would he get that much?

A mental institution.

What if we're looking at this all wrong?

How so?

Everybody is looking for him outside the asylum, but what if he never left?

What if...

What if he faked his escape the same way that he faked being insane?

I should have k*lled you when I had the chance.

Turn around.

I said turn around.

Yah!

Oliver Queen.

All those years on that island.

[Rattling]

So the Count didn't fake losing his mind, did he?

This was you the whole time.

How'd you get him to give you the formula for Vertigo? Huh?

Chemistry doesn't seem like his best subject right now.

He couldn't tell me if he wanted to.

I ordered a biopsy on his kidneys.

The tissue was suffused with the narcotic after his O.D.

When I got the results, I realized I could reverse engineer the chemical compound of the drug, produce a synthesized version myself using the facilities here.

And made a few improvements, like adding chlorpromazine.

That's how you found us.

Cops came around, started asking questions, you faked the Count's disappearance to draw attention away from yourself.

It's clever.

I wasn't trying to be a criminal mastermind.

I just needed the money.

Something I'm sure a billionaire wouldn't understand.

Believe me, I understand you perfectly.

Open his mouth.

What? No! No!

[Grunting]

From what I've read in the tabloids, no one will be surprised to hear Oliver Queen d*ed of a drug overdose.

[Beeping]

[Both grunting]

[Grunts]

Uhh!

[Beeping]

[Machine whirrs]

[Grunts]

[Breathing heavily]

Clear.

Freeze!

You don't look so good.

I doubt you could aim a single arrow.

[Snap]

Looks like I'm the last one standing.

Sitting. Spinning.

Something to do.

What was I going to do?

Memory not what it once was.

Nothing what it once was.

Is there a name on the gravestone?

No.

It's new.

And clean.

And waiting.

We're finished here.

Hey. How we doing?

In the black.

Did the Hood get his man?

Well, we won't be having any problems with Vertigo anymore.

Look, Tommy, I'm sorry.

I've caught up the bookkeeping and all my notes on the inventory are in there, along with a list of suppliers that we use.

Ok.

I don't see why you're telling me that.

This club is important to me.

But for you it's just a front.

You want me to keep your secret, help you be this thing you've become, but you refuse to see me for what I've become.

I've got just a bit too much self-respect for that.

I quit.

Dinner.

You're still doing that?

Fyers better be careful with his bowls of water.

[Splash]

When are we going to do actual training?

There once was a young boy whose father dropped him off at a shaolin monastery to study Kung Fu.

Good, a story.

After a year, the boy came to visit his family.

When they asked what he'd learned, the boy hung his head in shame.

All the monks had him do was slap water in a barrel for a year.

We don't have a year.

So I hope your training regimen is a bit faster.

The family didn't believe him, so he showed them.

He raised his hand and hit the table they were eating on.

It broke in half.

I'm gonna be able to break a table?

Better.

[Sighs]

Ok.

Draw the bow.

I'll be damned.

What's next?

We teach you to sh**t.

[Music playing]

Drinking alone?

Oh. Well, no, not anymore.

Just soda?

Bartender forget the scotch?

I didn't really feel the need for it.

So, um, the girl who d*ed, it turns out that she got her Vertigo from a co-worker.

Guess I owe your boyfriend an apology.

He has a name, you know.

Yeah, I just can't seem to bring myself to use it.

Baby steps.

Did I screw things up between us again?

No.

Look, I really wasn't looking to jam up Merlyn, ok?

I knew by pursuing him that I could throw a wrench in--

Then why did you do it?

There was evidence, Laurel, and I had to follow it.

I had to.

Look, your mom was right, you were right.

Like you said about me and the Vigilante, I can't let things go.

I close cases, it's what I do.

Everyone else be damned.

Well, maybe the fact that there's no scotch in there means you're ready to work on that.

People can change.

Hey.

Hey.

You had my back.

You needed me.

Felicity told me where you were headed.

You ok?

I'm the k*ller, remember?

I've k*lled before, Oliver.

It's just been a while.

If you're the k*ller, why isn't the Count down, too?

I'm sure it must have been tempting to take him off the board for good.

People change.

People like the Count?

No. I meant me.

Not so long ago I would have put that guy down for good, but looking at him today all vacant...

There didn't seem to be a point.

But not everybody deserves mercy.

For example.

I thought he wasn't a priority to you.

He's a priority to you.

You two have unfinished business.

Where do we start?

I'd prefer we skip the I-told-you-sos, but the nightclub wasn't really working out.

I guess I need something more boring, stable.

9:00 to 5:00, go home kiss Laurel, that sort of thing.

I guess what I'm saying is... I want a job.