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You can't beat me, Oliver. Yes, you're younger. You're faster, but you always seem to come up short against me. Want to know why? Because you don't know, in your heart, what you're fighting for. What you're willing to sacrifice, and I do. No one can stop what's about to come. Not even the Vigilante.

I know Oliver didn't help you find your brother's killer and that hurts. It sucks. But... You gotta know if it was your life on the line on not just your very understandable vendetta, he would be there for you. No hesitation.

And I don't want a partnership with those kind of qualifications, Felicity.

I know Oliver's religiously against admitting he's wrong. Truth is, he needs you.

Yeah. And when Oliver is ready to say that, he knows where I live.

We have a lead on Walter. I need you to come back and help us find him.

Oliver put you up to this?

No. He doesn't even know I'm here.

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?

We need to talk. I'm sorry, all right. But I kept this a secret to protect the people that are closest to me.

Do you think that's what I care about? What, that my feelings are hurt? You're a murderer. A killer. You were my best friend in life, but now it's like I don't even know you.

You're right. I've changed. Listen, buddy, now I can explain to you. I can explain to you how and why...

What'd be the point? I wouldn't believe a word of it, anyway.

Dig, if she's here, she's here for a reason. If that's not Frank Bertinelli, we need to know what she has planned.

You know, you showed some real sack coming down here, the Glades in the middle of the night.

You must not know the value of a vintage purse.

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 didn't say anything.

Oh, I know. You can't divulge secrets you don't know.

Well, if you hear of anything about this guy, just...let me know?

I always loved how much you cared about your sister. But leave the policing to the police, okay?

Okay.

You want to shut down mom's free clinic?

It's not hers anymore, Tommy.

That clinic meant everything to mom.

You were 8 years old. I don't think you were in a position to know what was important to your mother. I just need your signature.

Mom never would have cheated on dad. She's not cheating on Walter.

You don't want to believe it because you have this perfect image of mom in your head. That's not who she is, Ollie. She's a liar and a cheater. And you really don't know her at all.

Oliver, what you do is dangerous. And getting confused about who's good and who's bad is a good way to get yourself dead.

You done?

Yeah, I'm done. With this. Everything else, I don't know. I don't know, Oliver. You tell me.

We didn't have a choice.

We?

She knows, Diggle, about me. It was my secret or her life.

It's not just your secret anymore, Oliver.

Hey, one more thing. Mainly because I don't want you to find this out from someone else, that someone else especially being Laurel. We're going to dinner. As in a date.

That's... that's good. Laurel deserves someone special, and so do you.