Oliver is examining the bullet under a microscope and traces it back to the Russian mob.
DD goes back to the scene of the crime and spots a location that could have been where the shooter was.
Oliver makes his way to a Russian auto shop, and he apparently speaks Russian as well. He says he’s looking for Alexi Leonov, but they deny he’s there. Ollie knows about the secret basement and quickly disarms one of the two men who has pulled a gun. He shows a little skin, and the tattoo on his titty apparently identifies him as Russian mob.
“I wanted a tramp stamp, but they said no.”
This makes them much more amenable. His tattoo means that he is a captain in the mob. Oliver says he needs a hired gun and describes Deadshot. The guy says he doesn’t know him but will search on Facebook. He also says he’s going to confirm that Ollie is really Batva, and if not he will kill him.
We cut to Deadshot tattoing another name on his torso while watching the news about the guy he killed. Oops, I guess he doesn’t have a cybernetic eye. Maybe it’s a removable piece? Was I imagining that?
“Rasmussen is too much to write, fuck it.”
The cops are interviewing Steele and Moira about Rasmussen. The man was also trying to acquire some company, so DD douchily implies that Steele is trying to take out the competition. UGH, I am hating Detective Lance so much. Can he please just pull the stick out of his ass?
Tommy and Oliver go to Poison, and Diggle doesn’t make it past the door man.
“This is a one-on-one meeting, not two-on-one. That’s another time.”
Of course they run into Whaurel and Joanna. That little slut Thea is there too of course. She’s wasted, and Oliver tells her to get the fuck out. She cops an attitude and reveals that Tommy was banging Whaurel on the regular when Oliver was gone. She gives a little more lip and goes to do some coke in the bathroom in exchange for a clumsy handjob.
The club owner, Max Fuller, approaches Oliver, and boy does he look like a douche.
I’m glad Oliver slept with his fiancée.
Right away, Fuller takes him to the champagne room for a private dance to kick his ass. Oliver could easily take all these bitches down, but he has to maintain his image. Tommy comes in and stands up for Oliver. How sweet. They all brawl as Fuller looks on, then a girl snatches him and starts expertly wailing on him. It’s Whaurel of course, and I once again have hopes for her Black Canary future. She ends the tussle and our three heroes get banned for life from Poison. Big fucking deal. HA, Tommy says exactly what I was thinking with, “your club sucks anyway!” Whaurel says her dad made her take self defense classes, hence the kidney punches.