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My name is Oliver Queen.

After five years in hell, I
returned home with only one goal,

to save my city.

But my old approach
wasn't enough.

I had to become someone else.

I had to become something else.

I had to become the Green Arrow.

Previously on Arrow...

I'm not gonna kill you.
But you need to trust me,

or we're both dead.

What this city needs is someone willing
to stand up in the light of day,

not a guy lurking
around in the shadows.

I'm going to run for mayor.

What a pleasant surprise.

I want you to bring my
sister back to life.

Even if Sara went into the
Pit, even if it worked,

what came out of the
Pit would not be Sara.

We are in uncharted waters here.

I suggest you prepare
yourself for the worst.

Leave a couple of those
on the table, Junie.

Thought you said we're
delivering 40 kilos.

So they'll get 38. Dumbasses
can't count, anyways.

- Get out! Now! Now! Now!
- S.C.P.D.! On the ground!

Clear!

- Clear!
- All clear!

We're good to go here.

S.C.P.D., hands in the air!

Relax. We got this.

What're you guys doing here?

We didn't hear a
call for ESU go out.

You guys aren't supposed
to be here, either.

Well, we got a tip
from one of our Cls.

Sons of bitches.

Let's go.

Well, this is horrible.

What type of secret
lair has windows?

Well, you know, Oliver said he
wanted to do things differently.

I think I just saw a cockroach.

Listen, about Oliver...

Oh, no. Look, it's fine, he

still thinks we spent
the weekend at a spa.

But why can't we
tell him about Sara?

Sara, she needs more time.

And I don't need
Oliver's judgment.

Just a couple more days, and
she'll be back to herself.

I promise.

Guessing he didn't tell you
what we're doing here, either.

No. He just had a perma-grin on
his face the whole way here.

Okay, now I'm worried.

He said he has some big
announcement to make.

Oh, my God, wait.

Where is it? Why
aren't you wearing it?

Wearing what?

Uh...

What is it that you
wanted to tell us?

And why are you telling us here?

- Remember this office?
- Yes.

This was Sebastian
Blood's campaign office.

And now it's mine.

Anyone who's qualified is
afraid to run, for good reason.

But I can protect myself.

So, I'm running for mayor.

Uh, don't everyone
congratulate me at once.

- Oh, you're serious?
- Yes.

The other week, Lance
was saying that this

city needs someone to stand up,
who isn't hiding behind a mask.

- It needs a leader.
- But why does that person have to be you?

I mean, don't get me wrong,
but you're not a politician.

Well, maybe that's the best
reason for me to be elected.

What are you going to do for a
staff, or campaign manager, money?

The money part's taken care of.

Palmer Tech has funded enough
to kick-start the campaign.

The decision I'm sure
my Board of Directors

are gonna be thrilled with.

What platform are
you gonna run on?

- I'll figure it out.
- What qualifies you to be mayor?

I care about this city.

But you can't say
that you're gonna run

because being the Green
Arrow isn't enough.

I'm working on that.

We need to brush up on those answers
before the first press conference.

Obviously.

Kind of thought everyone would
be a little bit more supportive.

It's not that we're not
supportive, Oliver.

- It's just...
- We just want to make sure

- that you're not in over your head.
- Yeah.

Maybe the other announcement
will go over better.

Okay.

For real?

There's a reason we had Felicity
buy Blood's campaign office.

Blood also needed his own lair.

But don't worry, I
burned a lot of incense.

- Oliver, how did you...
- How did you do this all by yourself?

- Well, I had help.
- He had a lot of help.

Cisco and S.T.A.R. Labs.

Four polycarbonate cases,

each keyed to your
individual biometrics.

God, I didn't even think you
could pronounce biometrics.

I had some design input.

Wow!

Oliver, this is amazing.

Well, when I set up shop in
the foundry, it was just me.

That's not the case anymore, so I thought
we could use a little more space.

What was that? Did it break?

- Oh.
- You okay?

Yeah, I'm just not used
to this chair yet.

I'm feeding police emergency services and
Homeland Security radio transmissions

through a processing
algorithm, 24/7.

This way, if anything happens in
the city, we will know about it.

Two police detectives found shot to
death responding to a code three.

Um, there's no record of them
calling dispatch for backup.

Which means either their comms
failed, or they were ambushed

the moment they
arrived on the scene.

Thea and I will do recon.
See if there's anything

the CSI missed at
the crime scene.

Right. I'll talk to Lance.

Maybe skip the part
about running for mayor

because I'm pretty sure you're
not gonna have his vote.

That'll have to change.

Can't run the city without
the help of the S.C.P.D.

- Okay.
- Hmm.

What did Thea think
that you were wearing?

No idea.

Fast track ballistics and have CSI
dust every shell casing for latents.

Hey, Forensics recovered this.
SIM card.

Probably belongs to
one of the doers,

but CSU says they need 48
hours to get a full work-up.

What? How is evidence from a crime
scene where two detectives were killed

not a top priority?

We don't have the manpower.

You spend more time here now than
when you were getting collared

- for hitting paparazzi.
- You have a moment for me?

Yeah.

So these visits, are they
gonna be a weekly thing?

Well, I was just
trying to help with...

- What's that?
- I wouldn't know.

City Hall has cut
my budget so tight,

I can't get evidence turned
around before I'm 80.

I'm hoping that's something I might
be able to help with eventually.

- Yeah?
- I've decided to run for mayor.

- Really?
- And I know it's a long-shot,

but it would mean a lot if you
would endorse my candidacy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

After what happened to
the last few mayors,

I'm hoping you win
in a landslide.

Till then, I'm trying
to catch a cop killer

and I don't have time to wait
for my under-staffed crime lab.

I want you to wait until
nightfall to light a fire.

Okay? Otherwise, you're gonna
draw attention. All right.

There's fresh water coming off a
stream at the base of the hill.

There's edible plants, maybe
50 feet to the north.

Just... Hey. Do not eat the red berries.
And do not let anyone see you.

Why are you doing this? Risking
your life, to save mine.

It's complicated.

They may think I'm dead, but they're
going to come looking for you...

They're not gonna come looking for me.
I'm going back to camp.

I've watched those men.

They are like brothers to each other.
They have a history. A bond.

You are not one of them.

That's why you're gonna have
to do something for me.

And you're not gonna like it.

All right, so I figured it out.

It's Neal Adams in
data processing.

He won the archery medal three
years running at a summer camp,

he has a problem with his temper,
and he likes the color green.

Right. You think that Neal
Adams is the Green Arrow?

- He's 5'2".
- Lifts?

I am not telling you who he is.

Oh, and B-T-dubb, next time you want
to prank your boss, worst career move,

but whatevs, you might
wanna try a little harder.

And you lost me.

- I've been receiving these all week.
- Okay, well, I didn't send this.

And trust me, if I were gonna prank
you, I'd be a lot more creative.

This code is from 2013.

But the IP address is
coming from Palmer Tech,

from a terminal here,
in your workspace.

I believe the term is,
"You are so busted."

I'm not busted. I can't be busted. I
didn't send you two-year-old code.

Though it is elegant.

And familiar.

I was going through some of Mr. Palmer's
old prototypes, and I found this.

Yeah, that was Ray's. I mean, Mr.
Palmer's.

I mean, this has code that's, like,
identical to what you have on the phone.

I mean, the question is, why is Mr.
Palmer's prototype OS

sending you texts in your phone?

Ray must have connected
the prototype's computer

to the company's
Local Area Network.

He did. It uploaded a crash log.

I mean, the equipment's programed
to record the user's voice

right before a
fatal malfunction.

Sorry.

Poor choice of words.

The... The point is, is that Mr.
Palmer's last recorded statement

could shed some light
on how he died.

Except that it's
password protected.

I already know how he died.
I don't need to relive it.

- But...
- But...

Ray and I were close.
We were, um, friends.

He died six months ago, I don't really
want to open that particular wound.

- It did it again?
- No. Different mystery.

Lance gave us a SIM card
recovered from the crime scene.

Where's Laurel?

Said she had something
she needed to deal with.

Ah, it's a good thing you guys
aren't short-handed these days.

This SIM card isn't from a cell phone.
Looks like some kind of walkie with GPS.

GPS as in we can track it?

As in, I can figure out
all the places it's been

and triangulate from there to
determine, hmm, where it came from.

Gear up.

- Fifth floor is clear.
- Yeah, this place is completely empty.

I think I found something.
Third floor.

Headed your way.

Every door here is
open or unlocked.

Except for this one.

- Clear.
- It's not empty.

M-Fours, there's Kevlar,
Flashbang grenades...

Some of this stuff
is military grade.

What, do you think we
found the Ghost armory?

No.

- Wait...
- Star City Police Department.

The people who killed those
detectives were police officers.

All right. All right, I'll bite.

- What are we doing down in your basement?
- It's better if I just show you.

After what happened
between us last year,

I swore that I would never
keep secrets from you again.

Especially when it has
to do with our family.

Family? Oh, my...

Baby?

How's...

How is this even possible?

The League of Assassins.

They have something
called the Lazarus Pit.

- It can bring someone back from the dead.
- Back, from what? From the...

This isn't back, Laurel.
Look at her.

- Look at my baby. I don't...
- Dad, she's alive.

Your daughter is alive.

This isn't my daughter.

Daddy, it is, she's just been
gone for a really long time.

It's okay.

She'll remember who she is.

We just have to be patient,

and we'll help her
find her way, right?

Do you remember me?

I'm Laurel. Your sister?

Look. There's me.

Then, this is you.
Do you see that?

Yeah? And who's that?

Is that Daddy?

We're your family. We love you.

Who am I?

She's speaking because
she's remembering.

Let me go. Let me go!

Laurel!

- You all right?
- I'm fine.

She just... She needs more time.

I think you better add "Get
an entirely new police force"

- to your campaign platform.
- It's not the entire force.

But, yeah, we don't
know who's compromised.

Well, except for Captain Lance.

Yeah, well, Captain
Lance is MIA right now.

I think it's safe to assume that
whatever help we're going to get

- is right here, in this room.
- I'm working on something.

Oh, Cisco said we were still
working out some of the kinks.

In the last two months, there's
been a huge spike on gangs stealing

- drug shipments from other gangs.
- Yeah, but it's not these gangs.

It was these bad cops.

Who steal the drugs to sell them back to
the gangbangers they stole them from.

So these corrupt
cops are taking down

- big drug scores.
- Mmm-hmm.

- Let's give them one.
- How?

That depends on how close you are
with your former drug dealer.

Depends which one.

- We're going to need some money.
- Don't you mean more money?

Mmm-hmm.

Queenie.

I haven't seen you in forever.
This your boyfriend?

Bodyguard.

Didn't realize the Queens could
afford that kind of help these days.

Well, I recently came into my inheritance,
and was hoping to throw a party with it.

- So you can help me out?
- To the tune of...

Eighty keys. You know
how I like to party.

I might have a hook-up. But
he doesn't take credit cards.

Let me make a call.

I've been trying to get
in touch with you.

Uh, yeah, phone's been off.
What is it?

You're gonna tell me you're
running for president now?

Your detectives aren't dead
because of gang violence.

- They were killed by cops.
- What are you talking about?

The SIM card that you gave us,

it led to the killer's armory, and
all the equipment, the weapons,

it was all S.C.P.D. issue.

- Who is it?
- It could be anyone in the department.

These guys have been
taking down drug busts.

So I've had Thea procure a
couple kilos of cocaine.

Your mayoral campaign is off
to a fantastic start then.

We're keeping the drugs in
a warehouse on Meldrum.

I need you to subtly
get the word out.

All right.

Listen... Wait, wait, wait.

- I wanna be there when they show.
- I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Yeah, well, I'm not sure
I really give a damn.

Because, if I got bent
cops in my precinct,

I'm gonna be there to bust 'em.

- The hell happened to you?
- The woman tried to escape.

We chased her, but she
went through a mine field.

- Thought I heard an explosion earlier.
- That one got Richards.

- Son of a bitch.
- I caught her.

Eventually.

Made it memorable.

- What? I'm supposed to kill her, right?
- Her, yeah. Richards, not so much.

- I didn't kill Richards. I told you...
- Yeah, landmine. I know.

You know what's funny?

We've been here months
without a problem.

And here you come, and two
guys get wasted by landmines.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I want to see her.

The woman. I want
to see the body.

Okay.

I know this is a trap and all,

but something about the
drugs, the club...

It makes me feel like I'm
back in high school again.

What?

Just thinking about how much I hate
raising a daughter in this city.

Heads up. I'm reading a truck
closing in on your position.

The make matches the profile
for an ESU strike vehicle.

- Copy. We're ready.
- Two minutes out.

Captain Lance.

What, I don't get a code
name like the rest of you?

Detective. Get ready.

Targets on site. Let's go.

We've got multiple tangos! Move!

Move out!

You okay?

The training, the
equipment, those were cops.

And no, I'm not okay.

You have got to be kidding me.

Uh, no, um...

Not to complain, but you do know that
you just brought a police captain

into our secret lair?

Don't worry. I got enough to
put you away for 25 years.

Kidding.

Captain Lance isn't the police
we should be worried about.

Wow! No wonder there's
corruption on the force.

Everyone else has got
better resources.

I don't know.

Those ESU had some pretty
fancy toys tonight,

that definitely weren't
standard police issue.

Well, they were police issue, all right.
But just not standard.

Those were specialized
anti-vigilante task force gear.

I thought the task
force was disbanded.

Yeah. I might've reinstated
that, uh, last year.

- How many officers are there?
- Forty or so.

Well, that definitely
narrows things down a bit.

We should check their
conduct records.

Maybe that will narrow it
down a little bit more.

Yeah, that's gonna take a
little bit longer than usual.

Well, I can give you unrestricted access
to the department's computer network.

Might speed things up a little.

I'll see what I can dig
up at the precinct.

Looks like eighty keys here.

Idiots baited the mouse
trap with real cheese.

Because they knew we'd
sniff them out otherwise.

Well, it's a good thing we decided
to pack the special gear.

We weren't the only ones showing
up with a little surprise tonight.

- Captain Lance?
- There's no way he didn't peg us as cops.

- We got to take him out.
- We don't kill cops.

Tell that to the two gold
shields we wasted last night.

They were in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

I'm not killing fellow
officers in cold blood.

Our advantage was the force
thought we were gangbangers.

We should put this to a vote.

My vote's nine-millimeters and
the only one that counts.

We are not criminals.

Let's all just try
to remember that.

We went this route because
this city is dying,

and we need to be able to
provide for our families.

It still doesn't change the
fact that Lance is a problem.

No. He's not.

He's a solution.

Curtis.

There you are. Why haven't
you been answering my texts?

Your texts were "9-1-1 OMG ASAP"
and five exclamation points.

I do not have time to respond to
something that doesn't contain

at least one actual word.

I need your help with Mr.
Palmer's crash log.

I thought I told you
to let that go.

Look, I've tried brute-forcing
the password, but nothing works.

But there is a sub-kernel that
contains a programmer note.

Oh, my God, this must be
what talking to me is like.

And that programing note suggests
that you know the password.

I mean, which makes sense, right,
you and Mr. Palmer were friends.

- Yeah. I know the password.
- You do?

- So tell it to me so we can just...
- No, I...

I do not want to
listen to a recording

of my ex-boyfriend's final
moment before he died.

You and Mr. Palmer
were together?

Now, do you understand why I
don't want to hear his voice?

No.

My brother died six years ago.

Pancreatic cancer.

To be able to hear something
from him I'd never heard before?

God, I'd give anything.

Captain Lance. What a pleasure
it was to receive your message.

And for you to initiate
contact, well,

it made me feel like our relationship
took an important step forward.

- I need your help.
- I'm sorry. Say that again?

It's for my daughter.

And not the one that you're
holding over me as leverage.

Sara, the one you
lost last year.

Yeah, she's back.

This thing called
the Lazarus Pit.

Sure you've heard of it.

What, you did your
homework on me,

you don't think I did a
little digging around on you?

You used to be a member of
The League of Assassins.

What is it you want, Mr. Lance?

She's my daughter.

She's not right. She's come
back, and she's different.

- She's crazy.
- It's a miracle she came back at all.

It doesn't feel like a
miracle, all right?

Now, you know about this stuff.
Is there anything I can do?

- Is there anything that you can do?
- I can give advice.

Father to father.

I can tell you that if it were
my daughter, I'd put her down.

- She's my baby girl.
- No, she isn't.

She may look like your daughter,
but she doesn't possess her soul.

The most loving act
you can commit

is to return Sara
to her final rest.

I'm sorry.

Oh!

Oh, I'm so glad we came back.

- You all right?
- Hmm?

You're doing that, um...

Crinkly thing, with
your eyebrows.

Just... No, just
something at work.

It's no big deal. Um,
this work, big deal.

Liza Warner.

I pulled her S.C.P.D. personnel file
using my computer at Palmer Tech

since ours is fritzing.

One of the original recruits to
the anti-vigilante task force

- over three years ago.
- Hand-picked by then-Detective Lance.

Do you think she's a suspect?

I think that Sergeant Warner has deposited
over a quarter of a million dollars

into offshore bank accounts
for the last three months.

- Where can we find her?
- I am working on that.

I used the network access
that Captain Lance gave us,

and I turned on every uniform
and squad car camera

on the force during
the last 12 hours.

I'm running facial recognition
looking for Warner.

- Do you see something?
- No. Someone.

Pause.

Zoom in.

The man that Lance
is talking to...

It's Damien Darhk.

You know I got a heart
condition, right?

For years, you've looked at
me with such contempt...

Utter disdain.

So I'm wondering...

Do I have that same
look on my face now?

- What the hell are you talking about?
- I'm talking about you.

And Damien Darhk.

Okay, it's, it's...

I didn't know if you
knew who he was,

or what he's been
doing to this city.

But now, I see this
look on your face...

You know.

- It's complicated.
- No, it's not.

Do you have any idea how
many people he's killed?

Yeah, I've got more
of an idea than you.

And listen, you of all people, you
don't get to come into my house

and pass judgment on me!
All right?

You always held yourself
out as better than me!

More righteous.

And you were.

Until tonight.

Actually, it's been a little
more than two months now.

Me working with Darhk.

It started out benign.

He said he had resources,
he had people, money.

He held himself out as just another
guy who wanted to help this city.

And we needed the help.

You weren't here.

By the time I figured out
who he was, what he was...

- That's when he threatened Laurel.
- Laurel can take care of herself.

You see what she does out there.

- That's what I thought about Sara, too...
- Stop it! Stop it!

Stop hiding behind
your daughters!

They would be ashamed of
what you're doing right now.

- You don't know what I'm going through...
- And you know the funny thing?

You were the main reason
behind me running for mayor.

A part of me has always wanted you
to see what kind of man I really am.

I didn't expect to wind up finding
out what kind of man you really are.

What're you gonna do?

I don't know.

So how'd you do it? Kill the woman.
How'd you do it?

I strangled her.

Thought you said you made it,
what was that word, memorable?

She won't forget it.

What? You gonna propose?

You don't sound like a guy who
just committed his first murder.

And I'm guessing you didn't
have too many opportunities

at whatever posh boarding
school you grew up in.

You think I'm lying?

I think if you're not, then
you're a stone cold killer.

Even if you didn't off her,
even if you're messing with me,

which I do not recommend...

I see it in your eyes.

Reiter saw it, too. It's
probably why he recruited you.

Saw what?

You are one dark bastard.

Something very cold inside of you.
And you're terrified of it.

Okay, Conklin,
tell me something.

If I'm this dark person,

shouldn't you be afraid of me?

No.

I'm the exact same way.

If you're lying to me,
you're gonna find that out.

- Nice sign.
- Yeah. Arrived this morning.

Are you all right?

Just thinking.

About?

Going to Sentinel games as kids.

- Do you remember Papp Stadium?
- Oh, yeah.

I loved the popcorn.

Every time a Sentinels
player hit a homer,

every single person in that
stadium stood and cheered.

Every single one.

United.

And I wanted to run for mayor, because I
wanted to be the leader of that city.

Wanted?

Thea, I don't know if
that city exists anymore.

I think that it might
be beyond saving.

So what are you saying?

That I don't have
to run for mayor.

I'm sorry, baby, but
you're not her.

You're not her.

Dad.

- Dad, what the hell are you doing?
- I'm doing what I got to do.

You got no idea the terrible
things I would do for both of you.

No. No, you're not gonna
kill your own daughter...

She's not my daughter!

It's Sara.

It's okay.

Oh, God.

What am I doing?

- What am I doing? What am I doing?
- It's okay. Look at me. It's okay.

You're okay. It's okay.

I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Captain Lance?

- Liza. What are you doing here?
- Heard you were looking for me.

- Thought I'd make it easier for you.
- The hell are you talking about?

What...

Dad!

Ever been here before?

It's the S.C.P.D.'s
contraband disposal facility.

Thousands of pounds of Slam,
Vertigo, heroin, all incinerated.

- That's just literally burning money.
- Yep.

And the site requires a precinct
Captain to gain access.

- And that's not happening.
- What was your plan, Quentin?

You have to know
this city's dying.

You were just gonna stay at your
desk until there was no city left?

Tell you what I wasn't gonna
do, I wasn't gonna dishonor

the badge, like you have.

I'm no saint, but at least
I'm not a criminal.

Neither am I.

I'm just a desperate cop who got
backed into too tight a corner.

What do we know?

Liza Warner and her posse took Lance
outside of Laurel's apartment.

- We need to find my father.
- I'm working on it.

Just a little hampered.

I think I got something
before the latest glitch.

Captain Lance's ID was just used to access
the S.C.P.D. Contraband Disposal Facility,

three minutes ago.

Thank you, Quentin.

Sorry about all the paperwork you'll have
to fill out when they find you here.

Word of advice? Put a
bullet in my head now,

'cause I am coming after
you with everything.

By the time they find
you, we'll be long gone.

We're leaving this city
like everybody else.

New frequency. Same cry.

Let's get out of here.

Sergeant Warner, you
have failed this city.

Is that all you got?

Nope.

Get out of here.

All I got to do is push and
I'll sever your spinal cord.

But you're not
gonna do it, Liza.

You said you're not a criminal.

You kill that man, you are.

I told you I wasn't a criminal. But
I also told you I was desperate.

We all are.

Living in this city,

dealing with what we're dealing with
right now, we're all desperate.

We've all been made to
do desperate things.

Terrible things.

But I've got to believe that
we are not beyond redemption.

I got to believe that this
city can still be saved.

'Cause once we stop believing,

that's when this city really dies
and us, us right along with it.

But, maybe...

Just maybe, we start
saving our home

by saving ourselves first.

And that means facing up to our mistakes.
That means facing justice.

You put on that uniform 'cause
you believe in justice.

Ask yourself, Warner.

Is that still the case?

Do what you got to do.

I guess you know
your Miranda rights.

- You got your own key or something?
- What you said to Warner saved my life.

I didn't know you had
such a way with words.

Well I don't do encores.

You believe what you said?

Yeah. Every word.

Especially the part
about facing justice.

When One Police Plaza opens this morning,
I will be there, turning myself in.

Can't have you do that.

We haven't been able
to get close to Darhk.

You have.

I'd like you to stick around.

Stay on the inside.

Well...

Well, that's only a smart
plan if you can trust me.

I trust the man who said
we can't stop believing

we can save this city.

- Like I said, stone cold killer.
- You satisfied?

Get rid of the body.

This cave might be
useful for something.

It's okay. You're okay.

How did you...

Where did you learn to do that?

I learned it here.

I haven't always been
alone on this island.

Son of a bitch.

Oh, my God, he's here.

Hi.

How you doing, man?

Oliver Queen. Oh!

Hi, there.

It's, uh, absolutely wonderful
that, that all of you are here.

Just, just wonderful,
and surprising.

So? What do you think?

Um, hey, did you, did you
hire all of these people?

No. That's what makes
them interns, Ollie.

Where did we get all
of these interns?

Easiest way to get a lot of
followers on social media

is to own a very
successful club.

All I had to do was tell them what
I've already known for three years.

Oliver Queen is gonna
save the city.

- What's this?
- This is your speech.

You're announcing your
candidacy this afternoon.

So you better get your
suit out of mothballs.

Did you write this?

I wrote it down.

I just went with
what you told me.

About this city being united.

United.

That's what this
city used to be.

It's what it can be, it's
what it must be, again.

Now I know that I'm not the
obvious choice for mayor.

I'm not a politician.

I signed away my
family's company.

I didn't even graduate from
college, although in my defense,

I did go to four of them.

I certainly don't have a traditional
background for leadership,

but I can tell you this.

After five years in hell,

I returned home
with only one goal.

I wanted to save my city.

And with your help, I can.

With your help, we will restore our home
to the shining beacon we know it can be.

Now how we're gonna get
there isn't a mystery.

We will overcome our challenges
with help from our friends...

Our family.

Our loved ones.

I'm sorry, Felicity.
This is my fault.

Those we trust and those we will need
to trust again in order to prevail.

Because the only way that we are
gonna return our home to greatness

is to do so together.

United.

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