Most people can't follow
the instructions to build their new bookcase,
and here you are working on a spaceship.
A time-traveling spaceship from the future, no less.
Well, when you put it like that,
I am kind of amazing.
Hey, if you ever have any bookcases need putting together--
I'll know who to call.
you were working with Kendra earlier.
I couldn't help but notice
there might've been a little...
- Really? - Oh, yes.
It was quite apparent and if I'm not mistaken,
I've noticed her throwing one or two glances your way.
Wow, that's-- that's surprising.
- Is it? - Well, yeah.
I don't know, I hadn't really considered her in that way.
Why are you bringing this up?
Jeez, I feel like I'm back in high school.
I honestly wouldn't know. I skipped 10th grade.
I haven't really spent that much time with Kendra.
You know, other than time that we shared with her
and her reincarnated soulmate,
or people trying to kill us.
All the more reason to avoid personal attachments.
This ship may be large, but our group is small.
Preaching to the choir, Professor.
We're onboard the Waverider to save the world...
not hook up.
Yes, quite right.
Hey, you, I'm terrible with names.
- I'm gonna call you Fonzie. - Yeah!
- I'm gonna call you Kenickie. - Yeah!
Anyone else here need a name?
Your highness, can I get a moment of your time, please?
Isn't the future great?
We really should be getting back to Rip and Sara.
Cause I'm not looking to put down roots here.
Why not? It's everything we've ever wanted.
I got a gang that does everything I tell them to.
I got a fur coat.
I got a chalice.
- What about stopping Savage? - What about it?
You're the one who said we're in
this for the score, remember?
We could live like kings here.
No cops, no heroes--
just some fool in a green hoodie.
It's Christmas every day.
Slade had a son?
Look, Oliver tried.
He tried to raise an army to fight Deathstroke, but...
everyone just wanted to evacuate.
How can you save a city that doesn't want to be saved?
Sara, I know what you must be thinking,
but none of what has transpired here is your fault,
nor do you have the means to change it,
but Vandal Savage's future is preventable.
I implore you,
please stay focused on our mission.
We're very grateful for your assistance,
but we really must be moving along to Smoak Technologies.
That place has been cleared out for years,
but a lot of Felicity Smoak's projects got relocated.
You didn't say that Felicity's equipment would be here.
Well, where else would you think it'd be?
Mr. Queen's base of operations
appears to have seen better days.
the place got attacked after Grant Wilson
outed Queen as the Green Arrow.
Let's just find what we're looking for and get out of here.
Whoever's there, get out.
I said get out!
Whoever you are, get out.
Long time no see.
- Is that-- - Oliver Queen.
Everyone thinks that you're dead.
They're not wrong.
Put the arrow down, John.
You're embarrassing yourself.
- John? - John Diggle Junior.
My dad is dead
because I couldn't save him.
I don't deserve his name. I'm Connor Hawke.
So you won't take his name,
but it's all right to parade around in someone else's outfit?
Well, someone has to,
because last time that I checked, you were dead.
Everyone thought you were dead.
I've been trying to hold this city by myself
because I thought you were gone.
What happened to you?
To Laurel, to my dad...
- Felicity-- - They're gone.
- All of them. - What do you mean?
- Ollie-- - Gone.
What do you want me to say, Sara?
30 years ago, you and Ray hopped on a spaceship,
- and you never came back. - We will.
I don't want to say that...
things would have ended differently
if you and Ray had been here, but--
But if we were, it could've made the difference.
You thought I was dead. What are you doing here?
We were looking for a Neuromorphic Prototype
that Felicity Smoak was working on.
Felicity left after everything that happened.
Everything her company was working on
is being kept in a warehouse at Adams and O'Neil.
- Entry code is 4-5-8-7. - Thank you, Mr.--
You found your way in...
find your way out.
I got to admit, that wasn't bad advice, Grey.
So things went well with Ms. Saunders?