Well, I have more good news.
I was able to very subtly confirm
that Raymond has no romantic inclinations
towards your crush object.
Okay, well, once we've sorted out my love life,
we need to update your vocabulary.
I'm gonna go check on Kendra.
- Hey-- confidence. - Yeah.
I got the initial dampeners back online.
On the rest of the team returns
with the Neuromorphic Prototype,
Gideon will be good to go.
Sooner we get out of here, the better.
- And thank you, by the way. - Whatever for?
Well, till you mentioned it,
I hadn't really thought about Kendra in that way,
because, you know, she and Carter
were destined to be together in this lifetime,
but it's all changed
and, uh, you know, she's quirky
and funny and beautiful
and a pretty good welder.
So-- you know,
what about all those things we were talking about?
The mission and so forth?
Oh, well, we're all adults here, right?
Getting to know each other a little bit better,
it's not gonna stop us from saving the world.
Who invited them?
Word on the street is Deathstroke is pissed about something.
Deathstroke-- what kind of name's that?
Party's over. Everyone hit the streets.
Hit everybody on them.
I want Green Arrow dead by morning.
Listen, pal, this is my gang.
The only orders they take are from me.
Hmm, might be your gang, but it's my city.
Green Arrow is running with a female assassin in white
and a Brit in a brown coat.
Kill them all.
Heard the man. Let's go.
Looks like your new minions
are about to go on a citywide manhunt
- for Rip and Sara. - So what?
They're gonna kill our friends.
Since when did they become our friends?
You tell me.
You and Raymond seemed to get pretty tight back in Russia.
I've never been tight with anyone.
Mick, it's time to go.
- You're not the boss of me. - Actually, I am.
Okay, let's both take a deep breath.
And we'll make ourselves a deal.
You help me get to Rip and Sara.
Once they're safe, we can have this conversation.
Thank you for agreeing to accompany us, Mr. Diggle.
It's not like I needed to stick around Oliver Queen for anything.
- Did you know? - Know what?
That this is what would happen in my city?
Oliver said that the only reason
that things got so bad
is because Ray and I weren't there to help.
I suspected that might be the case,
but that's actually a good thing.
Now, once our mission is complete
and you and Dr. Palmer are returned to Star City in 2016,
you will both be present to stop Grant Wilson's Uprising.
This future is only a potential timeline.
So this-this version of Star City--
this doesn't have to happen?
Correct. The future is always in flux.
Hopefully, this will never come to pass.
This world isn't real.
Let's split up. We'll cover more ground.
There's too many of them!
Gentlemen, your timing is exemplary.
He's been taken.
These are Grant Wilson's men.
The guy with the half face and the body armor
has a real mad-on for the kid in the hoodie.
- Can I have a word? - Rip--
I know what you're going to say.
- We have to get him back. - Yes, that.
You're forgetting this future
is only a potential timeline.
Yeah, where Grant Wilson kills Connor.
Wilson's not going to murder Connor,
because once you're returned to 2016,
there won't be a Wilson or a Connor,
at least not as we know them both right now.
Now that we rescued them, let's have that chat.
You want to stay here.
Thought I made that pretty clear.
What I'm less clear on is why you don't.
A city of thieves and criminals--
Sounds like a lot of competition.
Then we wipe them out.
What I did to that other guy,
we do the same thing to this Grant Wilson
and anyone else stupid enough to get in our way.
Take a look around, Snart.
We're living the dream.
Yeah. Speaking of which...
Sleep tight, buddy.
What happened to him?
Difference of opinion.
We need to get this and Mr. Rory back to the Waverider.
Oh, Jefferson, perfect timing.
I'm in need of your mechanical acumen.
Okay, let's do it.
What? What did you do?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You did something. What did you do?
You know, this psychic connection thing,
it goes both ways
and the moment that I walked in here,
I started feeling really anxious and guilty.
You feel guilty, so what did you do?
In my defense, I was only acting in your best interests.