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Han, we need you.

We need?

Yes.

Well, what about YOU need?

I need? I don't know what you are talking about.

You probably don't.

And what precisely am I supposed to know?

Come on you want me to stay because of the way you feel about me.

Yes, you're great help to us you're a natural leader.

No! That's not it. Come on.

You're imagining things.

Am I? Then why are you following me afraid I was gonna leave without giving you a goodbye kiss?

I'd just as soon kiss a wookiee.

I could arrange that! You could use a good kiss!

We'll find another way.

Pacifica, we don't have time for this. Let me through!

No. My parents will kill me.

Why are you so afraid of your parents?

You wouldn't understand.

Now… I want you to write, 'I must not tell lies.'

How many times?

Well, let's say for as long as it takes for the message to sink in.

You haven't given me any ink.

Oh, you won't need any ink.

I realize I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons.

Forget it. I'm sure you would've done the same for me.

Mr. Malfoy! I have something of yours.

Mine? I don't know what you're talking about.

I think you do, sir.

Let me show you Sicily, the real Sicily. So you'll understand the family history.

I think I understand it more than enough.

But let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And you were afraid to be in my debt.

I didn't want to get into trouble.

I understand. You found Paradise in America. You made a good living, had police protection and there were courts of law. You didn't need a friend like me. But now you come to me and say... 'Don Corleone, give me justice'.

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.

I'm not going to hurt you, Felicity.

How do you know my name?

Because you know my name.

Oliver, oh… Everything about you just became so unbelievably clear.

I'm learning you're not much of a morning snuggler.

And I'm learning that you don't like to wake up at any hour that ends in a.m.

That's true. Yeah. So if you're busy being a lawyer all day and I'm managing a night club all night, when exactly do we get to see each other?

And clearly, your problem isn't physical.

I never said I had a problem!

You know, sometimes, Ollie, I just don't get you. And by sometimes, I mean ever.

You're actually not the first person to say that to me today.

Why am I not surprised?

I am not who you think I am.

Oh, you're exactly who I think you are. You're a dangerous menace who doesn't care about who he hurts, except now you're doing it with bows and arrows instead of trust funds and yachts.

Detective... You hate me. I get it. But that doesn't make me a vigilante.

Oliver, I want to introduce you to someone… John Diggle. He'll be accompanying you from now on.

I don't need a babysitter.

Darling, Oliver's a grown man. And if he doesn't feel he needs armed protection…

Yeah, I understand, but this is something I need.

Thing are out of control. And they're going to kill him. They're going to kill Ethan. They're going to kill Benji. We have to get to them first. Are you going to help me?

You need to understand something. Ethan is my friend. And if I have 1 second of doubt whose side you're on.

I believe you.