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Previously on Arrow...

So my brother's a Ghost.

Ten years ago, I found
out you were dealing.

Yeah. You convinced
me to enlist.

You saw what kind of man my brother
was, what kind of man he is.

He's your family. You
said he was a good man.

- Maybe a part of him still is.
- I don't know.

The damage to her spinal
cord, it's permanent.

She's never gonna walk again.

If we don't get home soon,

the sitter's gonna
charge us an extra hour.

We should have taken the car.

Sitter's what, another 15
bucks for half an hour?

It's a bargain at
twice the price.

Lyla.

Dear God.

- Alan.
- Sorry to crash your evening.

Then don't. Just call
like normal people.

I don't have a normal job.

And I've been compromised.

I'm not A.R.G.U.S. anymore.

Which makes you the only
person I can trust.

I need you to tell Waller...

Get down!

You're hit.

No!

Alan!

Johnnie!

Are you okay?

You were right. We
should've taken the car.

Just be careful. Slow
down, slow down.

Careful, careful, careful...

Do you want me to be careful?

Oh, this is more
Oliver 2.0, isn't it?

You think being cute is
going to distract me?

Mission accomplished.

You don't have to wait
on me hand and foot.

Though I wouldn't say
no to a blanket.

The doctor says stick
with the two tablets,

keep with your current
pain management regimen.

You know, I really appreciate
what you're doing,

but you have a city to
save, a mayoral campaign,

a freaky super-bad who can
move things with his mind.

None of which are nearly as important
as your recovery. Thank you.

I think the people in the city

that Darhk wants to
destroy might disagree.

Well, those people should
know that I stand no chance

of stopping Damien Darhk
without your help.

Well, you might have to.

I have a spinal cord injury.

I might never make a
full recovery ever.

That is worst case scenario.

And either way, you're still
a vital member of the team.

Your superpower is right there.

Maybe my new codename
could be Hot Wheels.

Keep pitching on that.

All jokes aside, like you said,

what I do bring to
the team is my mind

and there's a lot on it.

So talk to me.

I just don't think I'm
ready to come back yet,

and the last thing you need in a
life or limb situation is me.

Wow. We are going to agree to
disagree on that one for the moment.

What's going on?

John and Lyla were attacked.

Oh, my God, are they okay?

John was shot. Flesh wound.

I should go see them.

We should go see them.

Nice try.

Dinner is in the fridge. Reheat
in the oven at 425 degrees.

I love you.

I love you, too.

And they just left you there?

Yeah, but not before
leaving me with this.

We are sure that
this wasn't HIVE?

These men looked military.

Right. But you said that Chang
said he was compromised

and he specifically told you
to go and speak with Waller.

Knowing her, she had Alan working
on something off the books.

- I need to call the sitter.
- Okay.

We need to find Chang before this
kidnapping becomes something worse.

Yeah, well, the van didn't
have any plates on it.

And Chang's phone is A.R.G.U.S.-issued,
which means it'll be untraceable.

We could really use
Felicity's help right now.

Yeah, she's not up for it yet.

I can have SCPD see if John's bullet
is connected to any open cases.

Yeah.

I can go check the crime scene
for any leftover evidence.

You should go to Starling General
and have that looked at.

- I'll be fine.
- Why?

Because eating a cheeseburger
is a better option?

This isn't for me.

It's for Andy.

Mmm. Mmm-hmm.

Hey, what happened to your arm?

Nothing. It's
occupational hazard.

Right. I never pegged you for
the masked vigilante type.

Yeah, well, I guess we're
both full of surprises, Andy.

You know what?

You keep coming down here
asking me all these questions,

but I never get
to ask them back.

- What do you wanna know?
- All right.

How do you end up working out of
a basement or wherever we are,

and fighting crime with a guy
who wears a green hoodie?

Well, he's a good man. And we're
not fighting crime, Andy.

We're taking a city that's holding
itself together and we are helping.

Don't you remember when
that was your mission?

Appreciate you two
volunteering for this mission.

A chance to ride with my little brother?
Wouldn't miss it.

Yeah, Taliban's not ready
for the Diggle brothers.

HQ's got eyes on a
primo opium shipment

that's been funding
the local arms trade.

We cut them off,

the terrorists will be left with nothing
but rocks and sticks to fight us.

Copy that, sir. You
ready for this?

Incoming. Stay frosty, boys.

Copy that.

- Perimeter!
- Go!

Go, go! Move, move, move!

We're screwed if they come
around from the other side.

I'll see if I can buy us some time.
Move, move, move.

I can draw them to it.

Got your back.

Come on. Come on. Come on!

It's in.

Screw this!

Andy!

Hey!

Andy.

Talk to me, man. You okay?

Did we get them?

You got 'em, brother. Let's go.

Aww, why didn't I get
invited to this pity party?

Hello?

At least you found the
right party favors.

Three pills is a bit much,
but who am I to judge?

Okay, whoever you are,

you picked the wrong woman on
the wrong night to mess with.

Please. We both know you're in
no position to do anything.

If you did you'd be back out in the
world instead of holed up here.

Oh, my God. What is going on?

What is going on? Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I am losing it.

I am completely and
utterly losing it. Oh!

Now I am talking to myself.

Not exactly.

Laurel Lance, District
Attorney's Office.

What do we have here?

Deceased male. Around 35. Asian.

Multiple lacerations, contusions
and blunt force trauma.

You canvass the area yet?

There could be a witness
who saw something.

I don't need an ADA to
tell me how to do my job.

Well, I'm sure there's
a murderer out there

who appreciates your
lack of initiative.

Go ahead.

Private security found him at the
start of the graveyard shift.

That's Chang. Whoever did
this took their time.

Multiple lacerations to
the knees, a broken arm,

at least three
pulled fingernails.

They were torturing
him for something.

Information wasn't the
only thing they wanted.

I told you, what Agent Chang was
working on is none of your concern.

It's even less of yours.

Thought that would change
once you found out

that Chang was mutilated,
tortured and killed.

I'm afraid you've over-extended
your welcome, Mr. Diggle.

Which is A.R.G.U.S.-speak for
"get the hell out of here."

You always were a quick study.

I mean this with all sincerity, your
presence has truly been missed.

Even if I don't show it, I am deeply
regretful for Mr. Chang's death.

Hopefully we'll meet again
under happier circumstances.

Of course.

Hey, what was that
look all about?

"Ketorolac. Possible side effects
include swelling of hands and feet,

"increased appetite,
risk of infection..."

Oh. Good, good, good.
"Hallucinations."

I really thought I was
smarter than this.

You are not me and you're
definitely not real.

I used to be you. Or
you used to be me.

Strong, confident, brunette.

But you wasted all that
away to go play super-hero.

And look where that got you.

Okay, so wait, this Waller person said
that she couldn't tell you anything

and then gave you
that flash drive?

A.R.G.U.S. has 24/7
internal surveillance.

She didn't want anyone to know she was
giving me what she was giving me.

The question is, what
did she give you?

I've seen that symbol before.

It's a logo, actually.

Shadowspire is a US Army
Special Forces unit.

A.R.G.U.S. took them down three years ago
when they were exposed as war profiteers.

In an op run by Alan Chang.

What about those other two guys?

They've been reported
missing for two days.

If those were the missing agents
that were part of Shadowspire...

Then the rest of Shadowspire's
gonna be on a payback mission.

We need to find the other two agents
before they end up like Alan.

Hey, I think I found something.

That logo that was on the flash
drive that Waller gave you.

Shadowspire.

Thought I recognized
that from some place.

I ran into a lot of those
guys back in the 'Stan.

I need to talk to
my brother again.

You wouldn't think the reward for
confiscating an opium shipment

would be additional
duty guarding it.

What'd you expect? A
kiss from the President?

How are my two
conquering heroes?

- Wet and tired.
- We are good, sir.

- You gentlemen did good today.
- Thank you, sir.

You ever think of your future
beyond working in this hell hole?

I don't know. Personal
security, body guarding maybe?

You boys are meant
for better things.

The three of us could make bank if a few
bricks of that sweet Afghani powder

happened to go AWOL
before the morning.

You know, I'm gonna
have to decline, sir.

My mama taught me never to
trust dirty war profiteers.

You should probably
watch your tone.

You might end up in worse shape
than those Talis yesterday.

As you were.

- Well, look at you.
- What you talking about?

Back in Starling, you would
have jumped at any opportunity

to earn a little extra scratch.

This place has been good for you.
Proud of you, Andy.

So exactly how many evil organizations
are you associated with?

I'm beginning to lose count.

What are you talking about?

Shadowspire. Your old army
buddies are in Starling City.

They tortured and killed an A.R.G.U.S.
agent and abducted two others.

Look, I have nothing to
do with them anymore.

After I get discharged, they cut ties.
They only want enlisted men.

How the hell could I not see this?
You were with me the entire time!

Because you saw what
you wanted to see!

Look, you wanted to believe that
the Army had straightened me out.

Look, I'm your brother, but
I'm not built like you.

I didn't take to the
military like you did.

You saw the world as
something to be fixed.

I only saw it as broken.

So I made sure I had
enough to survive in it.

So you pretended to be a
completely different person

around your own brother?

Spare me the look that's
on your face right now.

But maybe some good
could come out of this.

Andy.

What are you talking about?

Two missing agents. You
still think they're alive?

- I can hope.
- And I can help.

Look, I know how
Shadowspire operates.

If they're consistent,

they'll use the nearest free
port as a base of operations.

The best place to hide illicit things
is right next to legitimate ones.

It's called a free port.

Holds commodities while they're in transit
between international destinations.

Pretty low-end.

Looks like somebody upgraded
their security system.

Motion sensors, laser trip
wires, digital locks.

I think I know
somebody who can help.

Not gonna get that? Smart move.

Oliver?

I'm out in the field, actually.

We've come up against some tech.

The kind that you typically
eat for breakfast.

Now, I know that you said you're not
ready to get back in the saddle,

but we could really
use your help.

You're not really falling
for that again, are you?

Where are you?

Pacific Freeport, it's a...

Security's down.

That was amazing.

All you need to do is to
get back in the game.

I thought "vomiting inside my
mouth" was just an expression.

I'm inside their
security system.

I got eyes on seven very
menacing-looking fellows

guarding a bunch of
holding containers.

Reading infrared in one of the containers.
I'm working on opening that lock.

Go for the hostages. We'll
take care of Shadowspire.

Container's open. Should be
10 feet in front of you,

second container on your right.

Got it.

We found the two A.R.
G. U. S. agents.

They're both dead.

- Get out of here then.
- What about you and Spartan?

We got this! Go!

Felicity, what's going on?

I don't know. I... I must have
tripped some sort of failsafe.

The system's overloaded
with too many requests.

Oopsie.

You hear so much about these vigilantes,
but I've never seen one in person.

Wish I could say the same about
a cold-blooded murderer.

Have we met before?

Let's go.

I've got Spartan. We're good.

No thanks to you.

Hey.

You okay?

That depends. Is John okay?

John's fine.

But you seem to think that what
happened tonight is your fault.

Well, I'm pretty
sure I was the one

who couldn't stop the
security doors from closing.

And I'm the one who pushed
you to get involved

when you signaled pretty
hard that you weren't ready.

I wasn't signaling

that hard.

I'm sorry that I pushed.

I just thought that if you
got behind a keyboard again,

that things would just
start to feel normal.

I love how playing super-hero
is what we consider normal.

Yeah.

But there is no going
back to normal.

- You know what I mean.
- I know what you mean.

What I mean is that I can no
longer be a part of the team.

Because of your injury? You
can't let that stop you.

Except it has.

Look at me, Oliver.

I've spent the last week and
a half stuck in this loft.

I can't move, I can't drive, I can't walk
down the street and get a cup of coffee.

And if tonight is
any indication,

I can't do the one thing that I'm
supposed to still be able to do.

You just need to give it time.

Hey, talk to me.

Go ahead, tell him.

Tell him you're hallucinating. That
should go over like gangbusters.

I'm not going to pretend
that I understand...

Come on, Felicity, tell him.

What you're going through.

Tell him that you're no
good for the team anymore.

That in addition to having
legs that don't work,

you've got a full on
case of the crazies.

- We don't stand a chance to take down...
- Hearing voices, seeing visions...

Would you just shut up!

- I didn't mean that.
- I didn't mean to upset you.

No, no, no, it's not
you, it's not you.

Can I just be alone
for a little while?

You know, I guessed I hoped by
giving you intel on Shadowspire,

you would let me out of my cell.

But this isn't what
I had in mind.

Hey, Lyla. It's been a while.

Andy.

Mr. Diggle. I'm the
director of A.R.G.U.S.

Those three dead men
were my agents.

I wanna debrief you on your
relationship to Shadowspire.

Which is interesting

because you couldn't even say
"Shadowspire" last time we met.

I was taking an understandable precaution
in light of a potential security breach.

The two agents you found
tonight were assigned

to safeguard a shipment
of confiscated railguns.

But that was a completely
black assignment.

So I'd be very interested to know
how Shadowspire knew about it.

Amanda, you don't see the
bigger problem here?

Those things fire off
electromagnetic projectiles.

Just one of them could
take down a building.

Your point?

My point is that if Shadowspire's
looking for that type of ordnance...

I'm far more concerned with a
catastrophic security breach

in my organization, Mr. Diggle.

It doesn't matter.

Shadowspire's not
after railguns.

And what if you're wrong, Andy?

We thought you weren't hooked
up with Shadowspire anymore.

I'm not. But I know
the way they work.

Shadowspire is all
about misdirection.

An elite military unit?

A cover for a criminal
organization.

A heist of a shipment
of railguns?

No. Distraction.

They're after something else.

You wanna talk about it?

What is there to talk about?

Felicity's upset, I don't
know how to help her,

it seems entirely
straightforward.

As the only other person here who's
had the privilege of dating you,

a piece of advice?

Okay.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Everything that's
happening is my fault.

I knew you were gonna say that.

Last month, when we went
up against Vandal Savage,

Barry traveled through
time and changed things.

- What?
- Barry can travel through time.

And he warned me that
when you change the past,

the past fights back.

So for the past month, I have
been tortured by the idea

that what happened to
Felicity might have happened

because I wouldn't
listen to him.

The only person who is responsible
for what happened to Felicity

is Damien Darhk.

John. We're on it.

John thinks Shadowspire's going
after a shipment of railguns.

- Can you call Thea?
- Got it.

Hey, Oliver.

Felicity, she makes her
own choices, you know.

And I'm sure that's one of the
reasons why you love her so much.

Wow. The Shining.

Not sure if I should be
flattered, or insulted.

Oh, my God! God, just
go away already.

Since I'm you,

that could be a little
difficult, don't you think?

Fine. I'm here. You're here.
So why are we here?

Do you have anything the least
bit interesting to say to me

besides these little
jabs you keep making?

Well, those jabs were just
to get your attention.

So what do you wanna tell me?

I'm not here to tell you anything.
I'm here to show you.

The last time we looked like
this, Cooper had just fake died.

What does this have to
do with my ex-boyfriend?

The day we thought he died,

you broke out the hair dye,
ditched the contacts and decided

you weren't gonna rely on anyone
else for help ever again.

It was just going to be
you against the world,

and that was going
to be your armor.

Guess I should've chosen Kevlar.

Stop it. Stop feeling sorry for yourself!
And stop pretending!

- Pretending?
- Pretending that this is the real you.

The blonde hair, glasses,
sensible fashion.

People wear masks for a reason.
To hide who they are.

Just like you have been doing
for the past five years.

First you decided to sign up for being
the world's most overqualified IT girl,

and then you decide
to try being a hero.

And look what it got you.

A ringside seat to the
rest of your life.

You thought you
were such a badass.

So Waller says the shipment of
railguns is in the back of that truck.

Moving out in less than an hour.

What does Shadowspire want with
a whole shipment of railguns?

Absolutely nothing good.

It's nice to have you
back, Agent Michaels.

Feels like old times.

What feels like old times

is you keeping secrets that
get good people killed.

Did it ever occur to you that Alan and the
other two agents might still be alive

if you hadn't tried to keep your
anti-Shadowspire operations off the books?

Of course it has.

But the ugly side of our
business is that sometimes

security has to be
paid for in blood.

Thank you. I was
wondering why I'd left.

I don't know what you're
worried about, man.

Your team's not seeing
action tonight.

Yeah, and I'm not with them
because I'm here babysitting you.

Where are they?

Something's wrong.

There's no movement
on the railgun...

Put your hands up!
On your head now!

Don't do it!

Amanda. It's been ages.

Lieutenant Joyner. Wish I
could say it was a pleasure.

C'mon, man, stop moving.
You are making me dizzy.

Oh, my God.

I told you, John.

The railguns were a distraction.

A.R.G.U.S. is the endgame.

If this is retribution for the work Agent
Chang and I did crippling Shadowspire,

clearly it didn't take.

Vengeance and retribution
are useless pursuits.

For one thing, they don't pay.

I'm here for Rubicon.

And you, you're gonna give
me the codes to access it.

You know I can't do that.

I do. That's why I kept
all these people alive.

I'm gonna give you 20 minutes.

And then,

I'm gonna ask you again.

Damn it. They must have jammers in here.
No cell or Wi-Fi service.

Uh, would you like to share
with the rest of the class?

These monitors work
just like TVs.

Receiving broadcast signals
from the 700 MHz band.

I have a friend who's
into this kind of stuff.

Occasionally, I listen to her.

If I can just switch the chipset
into transmitting mode,

I should be able to
contact my team.

Oh, man, Lyla does not have time to wait
on your team. We've gotta do something.

Yeah, well, you're not
doing anything, Andy.

Look, man, your wife is in there! Now
is not the time to not trust me!

Come on, come on, come on.

Son of a bitch.

Hey.

What, you just putting on a
little show for me, huh?

Get your hands off of me, man.
What's wrong with you?

I see you buddying
it up with Joyner.

Talking to him thick as thieves.

Would you relax? We were
talking about blackjack.

I was telling him about the card
counting technique you taught me.

- Really, Andy?
- Yeah, really.

Okay, man.

'Cause I can't have you
backsliding, all right?

Man, I agreed to go through
this whole army thing.

And I kept my end of the bargain.
Now I need you to keep yours.

And I need you to start treating me
like a brother and not like a criminal.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

John, Shadowspire never made
a move on the shipment,

so whatever their next move is, it...
It's not railguns.

Just call me when you get something
new from your brother. All right.

Oh.

I am so glad our new lair
has elevator access.

Hi.

Curtis has anointed himself
my personal chauffeur.

Fancy. It's a good thing he
didn't ask too many questions

about coming to your campaign
office in the middle of the night.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was at home

feeling more self-pity than I have
in my entire life when it hit me.

This is who I am.

I wanted to come along on your
awesome superhero adventure

because I wanted to help people.

And the old me was so
angry at the world.

That anger never accomplished
anything, it just created more anger.

And some seriously bad
personal style choices.

I wanted to do some
good in the world.

- Ow.
- That was a good speech.

Thought you'd be a
little more impressed.

It was a good speech. But...

But... How did it go again?

I know you, and I do,

you're probably thinking what
happened was your fault.

I'm here to tell
you that it's not.

And that it's not mine either.

It's the fault of only one man

and he has an extremely on-the-nose
and alliterative name.

And we're going to stop him.

Not out of guilt or
vengeance or regret.

We are going to stop him
because it's what we do.

It's who we are.

- That was a good speech.
- Yeah?

I'm very happy to hear it.

We're gonna need
to get some ramps.

A.R.G.U.S. has been compromised.
And Lyla's being held hostage.

Found this in your office.
Hope you don't mind.

Lieutenant, we've picked
up an unauthorized comm

out of the detention area.

Take someone and look into it.

Yes, sir.

Go on.

You might not get the
chance to enjoy it again.

It's been 20 minutes.

I'm gonna have to downsize
your organization yet again?

Apparently.

Well, that's rather
cold blooded.

You really don't know her
that well at all, do you?

Ms. Michaels was one of
my most trusted agents.

She knows better than anyone
that I'm perfectly capable

of watching you execute
every person in this room,

and I'll still never give you
the Rubicon access codes.

Is that right, Ms. Michaels?

It's right. It's why I left.

Amanda Waller doesn't make decisions
based on the value of human life.

Pity.

No!

Well, Ms. Michaels,
most trusted agent,

looks like you now
have 20 minutes.

John.

My God, no.

Wait, wait a minute.
John. John. John.

John, please! He's going to kill her.
You can't afford not to trust me.

- Overwatch, we're onsite.
- Excuse me?

Well, I thought that it was time you
got a codename. What do you think?

It's perfect.

I was gonna go with
Oracle, but it's taken.

Shadowspire's got the entire
area around C-and-C in lockdown.

You guys are the
only game in town.

Can you get us inside?

Like that, you mean?

Well, it's about time
you guys came looking.

Who the hell are you
supposed to be?

Sergeant Andrew Diggle, 52nd
Regiment, 5th Battalion.

- What are you doing locked up here?
- It's a long story.

Shorter version being
my brother's a jerk.

Lucky for me, though, your
CO and I go way back.

If you're serious about Lyla Michaels
giving up the Rubicon codes,

you will get on the radio
and tell Lieutenant Joyner

the guy that taught him how to count
cards is here and wants to help him out.

Andy Diggle. You look
pretty good for a dead man.

And here, I thought
I'd put on weight.

What are you doing at
A.R.G.U.S., much less alive?

Amanda Waller brought me in because of
my former association with you guys,

but, small world, though.

Your friend, Ms. Michaels?
She's my sister-in-law.

- Andy...
- Point being,

her husband is crawling around these
ventilation shafts right now.

If you put a gun on him, she'll
tell you whatever you need to know.

You son of a...

Turning on your own
brother, that's ice cold.

Now, you know better than most.
John and I never saw eye to eye.

Gentlemen, check the
facility's ventilation shafts.

Overwatch?

C-and-C three floors down.
Northeast corner.

That'll give us a few minutes.

The other Diggle brother.
Isn't this quaint?

I get out of these cuffs and you'll
see how quaint you think I can be.

It's a shame you can't be
more like the little Diggle.

His pragmatism has proven
to be quite the asset.

Now, if your brother's right,

you should be able to convince
your wife to give me what I want.

Johnnie, if Rubicon ever
got out in the open...

Ms. Michaels, in five seconds,

it's your husband's brains
that will be out in the open.

Four, three, two...

Do it. Do it, Lyla.

It's all right.

Excellent.

If you've run out of guys to
punch, Spartan needs an assist.

Two assists, actually.

Tell us what to do.

Shadowspire's getting the access codes
for a secure vault in the sub-level.

I'm trying to stop the
codes from working,

but I'm going to need Canary and
Speedy as my insurance policies.

Where do you want me?

This is taking too long.

Something's wrong. Someone's
locking me out of the system.

Go away. I'm not you anymore. I
haven't been for a long time.

I can't get in. I have
all the right codes

but someone on the outside is preventing
me from entering the sub-level vault.

That's extremely unfortunate.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- You okay?
- Yeah, we're fine.

Good job.

Yeah, it was like you said,

it was the only way to
get us both in here.

Just remember whose
idea this was.

What were you expecting, a
kiss from the President?

To Amanda Waller.

To Amanda Waller.

You remember that time that she tried to
take down the city with a drone strike?

Good times.

Hey, thanks for the
assist tonight.

I was just glad to be useful.

Good job jury-rigging the
security system, though.

Just trying to make
you proud, Felicity.

You did.

What are you gonna
do about Andy?

Still haven't made a
decision on that.

You mean even though he
just saved your life?

Yeah, well, you guys had a
whole lot to do with that.

But, you're right, this is the
first time in eight years

I've seen shades
of my old brother.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I already got my cut.

Yeah, it's a token of
appreciation from the boss.

He traded the opium
for something else.

Like what?

Ask him yourself.

Thank you for your assistance, Mr.
Diggle.

Lieutenant Joyner
sings your praises.

Happy to help. What did
you get for the opium?

Legend speaks of a place
of immeasurable power.

Many have disappeared
searching for it.

So much so that the locals
simply refer to it by one word.

Purgatory.

I thought we were
totally unpacked.

Just humor me.

What am I getting?

Uh, yes, that white box.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You ready?

Wow!

When you said that you made some
bad personal style choices,

you weren't kidding.

This is the old me.

A rebellious, brunette hacker who didn't
listen to anyone else's rules but her own.

You're not that person anymore?

Nope.

What you did last
night was amazing.

I was really badass.

Yeah.

Though the old me probably would
have stolen the plans for Rubicon

and released them as some
sort of political statement.

The old me would have
snapped Joyner's neck.

Yeah.

We've both grown.

Thank you for always
being on my side.

No place I'd rather be.

Hand me that garbage
can and this lighter.

How much medication are you on?

Absolutely none.

Okay.

I just wanna make sure that my
past stays the past, you know?

Goodbye.

- One more thing from me.
- What?

The doctor said your
condition is permanent.

And I don't think
that it's healthy

or productive for either
of us to live in denial.

But I have seen people
speed and shrink and fly.

We watched a friend of ours
come back from the dead.

That is the world
that we live in now.

And I will not stop searching it

until we find a way to
make you walk again.

Hey.

Are you sure about this?
'Cause I'm not.

Better than being in
that cage, right?

You might wanna wait outside,
I have it from here.

Make yourself comfortable.
Lyla's cooking something.

Hey.

If this is about reconnecting with
Carly and Andy as well, I, um...

I get it, Andy. Step
by step, right?

- Andy.
- Hey.

I'm making pork roast. Johnnie
said it's your favorite.

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

We've got another surprise for you, man.
Just a second.

- Hey, Lyla, I...
- Not a word.

John and I both agreed to this.
She's excited to meet you.

This is your niece.

Hey.

Sara. And that's
your uncle Andy.

Yeah.

She's got Mom's eyes.

Welcome home, man.

English - SDH