“Fine by me.”
Moira Queen lets Thea stay home from school, and Oliver does not approve. He tells Moira that when he was Thea’s age, he could have used less space and more parenting. And that all the lipstick in the world won’t hide that mole.
I’m glad Patricia’s mole from Top Chef Masters got work after reality tv.
Detective Dick is at the Holder crime scene, and he doesn’t think that Robin Hoodie did the deed. At Arrow hq, Oliver is doing some science on bloody gauze from his wound.
He determines that the bullets were laced with curare, and does a database search for this unique modus operandi. The killer has struck all over the world, and Interpol has nicknamed him Deadshot. We then see him in some dingy room, tattooing the name of his latest victim on his arm. Just as you’re thinking, well he must have lots of tattoos, it serves as another excuse for shirtlessness. And I’m not complaining. In fact, I’m applauding.
Oliver takes Tommy and Diggle to the broke down Queen warehouse that houses his secret headquarters. He suggests turning the place into a nightclub. They joke about private one-on-on and two-on-one meetings.
Tommy isn’t joking.
Tommy thinks they need to do some nightclub research, so he suggests going to club Poison, then he has to “roll.” Oliver asks Diggle what he thinks, and Diggle says that rich white kids wouldn’t come to this part of town. But Oliver is confident his name will draw them. Then when it’s successful, they can gentrify the neighborhood. Just no hipsters please.
We cut to Whaurel who is reading about Oliver’s club plans and performing fellatio on a pen.
“Why is your tongue blue?”
Her colleague Joanna accuses her of still being into Oliver. She reminds Whaurel that he cheated on her with her sister. She also reminds her that she was boning Tommy. What a good friend. They make plans to go out that night, and I assume they’ll be at Poison.
At Queen Manor, Moira grounds Thea for two weeks. It seems Oliver’s judgment is paying off. Thea calls it, and basically ungrounds herself. Send this bitch to boarding school.
Oliver is trying to find the location where the shooter fired a bullet, and pakours himself up a building wall. He digs out the bullet and stares at it.
This man sure does fill out a pair of jeans nicely.
At the police station we learn that the shots in Holder were fired from about 100 yards away. They confirm that the bullets were poisoned, but it seems Robin Hoodie didn’t kill Holder.