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So that's your story. A guy in a green hood flew in and single-handedly took out 3 armed kidnappers. I mean, who is he? Why would he do that?

I don't know. Find him and you can ask.

It looks like Queen was telling the truth.

Yeah. Well, there's a first time for everything.

Well, there was an incident at Adam Hunt's building tonight. You know anything about that?

Who's Adam Hunt?

He's a millionaire bottom feeder, and I'm kind of surprised you aren't friends.

This isn't a joke, Laurel. Martin Somers got attacked last night.

What?

Yeah.

By who?

It doesn't matter. Point is, you have whipped up a storm with these guys, and until the dust settles you'll be protected, okay? End of discussion.

That might have worked when I was eight. But it's not gonna work anymore.

End of discussion, Laurel! You're insistent on doing your job, that's great. But this is me doing mine, okay? And not just as a father, but as a cop. These people, they are more dangerous than you are willing to admit. And you've made them angry.

Whoever he is, it seems like he's trying to help.

The city doesn't need that kind of help, okay? It's like I always told you, you don't need to go outside the law to find justice. Now I believe that. All right? And I promise you, when I catch this guy, he's gonna believe it, too.

What is this? You can't just barge in here.

Yeah? Well, I got a badge and a gun that say different.

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.

Well, did you find anything?

The only prints on it are yours, the tech inside is military grade. I can't even trace the manufacturer. Forensics-wise, it's a dead end.

Another case?

Vigilante. The phone belongs to him.

Where'd you get it?

You got something against banks?

Well, it is hard to run with one under your arm.

Well, maybe you'll learn a few new skills in prison.

I'm glad you called. Too much… It's too long for us to go without talking.

Dad, I have to tell you...

No, no, listen, before you say anything, I got to apologize. I should never have used you to catch the archer, and I'm sorry. Laurel, I'm just... I'm sorry.

Thank you. I owe you an apology, too.

For what?

Dad, I'm sorry about this morning. But if I told you the real reason to come see me, you wouldn't have shown up.

You're damn right I wouldn't.

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?

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.

Ollie. What's wrong?

Bad night.

It's about to get worse. Mr. Meryln, as requested, a warrant to search these premises.

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.

You're making a mistake.

No. You are. If you don't open that door. I said, open the door.