Arrow (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Lone Gunmen - full transcript

A mysterious sniper called Deadshot is taking out bidders at an auction for an industry company. The bidders include Oliver's stepfather, Walter Steele.

My name is Oliver Queen.

To my family, I am the brother and son

who just returned home after
being lost at sea 5 years ago.

They don't know I came back with a mission,

to bring justice to our city,

and they never can.

The men and women I've
targeted are dangerous, corrupt,

a virulent cancer.

Cancers like James Holder,

whose corporation put
defective smoke detectors

in low-income housing in The Glades.

There have been many fires
and too many funerals.

But cancers can be fought and conquered.

All it takes is a surgeon...

and the right instrument.


Other than the bill I got handed

this morning by my legal team,

I'm feeling pretty good.

Plus, now that this lawsuit's been settled,

we can focus our attention
on Unidac Industries.

[Chuckles] Ok.

I'll see you in the office first thing.

[Telephone beeps]


I have armed security inside.

All I have to do is call out.

Go ahead.

They can't hear you.

What the hell do you want?

How many people died in those fires?

How many?!

The courts say you don't
owe your victims anything.

I disagree.

James Holder...



Lone Gunmen



Oliver: It's no surprise a
man as corrupt as James Holder

has more than one enemy.

The bullet. Poison.


[Water dripping]



Who are you?


Why did you shoot me?

[Speaks native language]

[Speaks native language]



[Computer beeps]


What happened? Thea ok?

The cops brought her home.

Her and some of her
friends broke into a store,

tried on some dresses last night.

Lit up the breathalyzer
like a Christmas tree.

So how was your evening, sir?

You mean after I said I
had to go to the bathroom

at dinner and never came back?

I guess from now on
I'll be watching you pee.

Thank you, officers.
My wife and I appreciate it.

I'll see you out.

Last time it was public intoxication.

This time breaking and entering.

My, how we are moving
up in the criminal world.

You know, when you pay off the store owner,

you should check out the merchandise.

They got some pretty killer outfits.

Thea, go get ready for school.

Uh, you know, I was thinking
of taking a sick day.

Fine, then get some sleep.

You look like crap.

You're letting her play hooky?

When your sister gets like this,

it's best to give her her space.

She's testing you.

Yes. Who'd she learn that from?


When I was her age, you and
dad let me get away with murder.

Looking back, I could have used less space

and more parenting.

It doesn't make sense.

Holder fits the profile. Wealthy dirtbag.

Red meat for the hood.

And we recovered at least one arrow.

Yeah, only this time the cause of death

is a double tap through the heart

and our perp doesn't use firearms.

Maybe he's finally figured
out there's easier ways

to kill people than with a bow and arrow.

It's like you said, the guy's a whackjob.

Oliver: The bullets were laced with curare,

a rare and deadly poison,

the killer's unique M.O.

He's killed all over the world...

Chicago, Markovia, Corto Maltese.

Interpol even has a codename for him...


I was prepared to give
James Holder a chance

to right his wrongs, but this
Deadshot has no morality,

no honor, no code.

He doesn't kill for justice,

which makes him as dangerous
as anyone on my list.

In fact, it puts him right at the top.

So what do you think?

Great spot for a nightclub or what?

Sweet. Though I got to tell you, man,

if you're thinking about calling it Queens,

I don't think you're
gonna get the clientele

that you were hoping for.

Private office.

For the private one-on-one
meetings, I would imagine.

Hopefully the occasional
two-on-one meeting.


Man, are you sure you want to do this?

It's not like you really
have any experience

in running a... well, running anything.

How about tomorrow night the two of us,

we go and scope out the competition.

There's a new club opening downtown.

It's called Poison. Max Fuller owns it.

- Max Fuller?
- Mm-hmm.

I slept with his fianc?e.

Yeah, before the wedding.

It was at the rehearsal dinner.

The rehearsal dinner is
technically before the wedding.

[Laughs] Right?

And besides, who stays mad at a castaway?

Ah, dammit, I got to roll.

Anyway, I'll see you later, man.

Good place.

See you.

So... what do you think?

Well, I'm here to provide
security, sir, not a commentary.

Oh, come on, dig, do me a favor.

Speak freely, please.

Well, this is The Glades, right?

Your rich white friends wouldn't
come to this neighborhood on a bet.

I am Oliver Queen, right?

People would stand in line
for 3 hours if I opened a club.

And no one who actually lives in The Glades

would see a penny of those cover charges.

So we make it a successful business,

we gentrify the neighborhood.

I was wondering when we would get to that.

The white knight swooping in
to save the disenfranchised.

And all by his lonesome
with no help from anybody.


You don't think very much of me, do you?

No, sir, actually, I
have a very high regard

for how perceptive you are.


Oliver: The nightclub will
conceal my base underneath

and provide an alibi for where
Oliver Queen spends his nights.


Do you have the depos on the Jergens case?

Yeah, they're around here somewhere.

I was just surfing the 'net.


Joanna, I'm over him. [Scoffs]

And you don't believe me.

Well, I would have if I
wouldn't have just caught you

trolling for articles on him!

I wasn't trolling! I don't want to have

to be the one to remind you
that he cheated on you, Laurel.

With your sister.

I appreciate your self control.

You're stuck in the past.
And the reason I know this

is the fact that the
only physical relationship

you've had since Oliver
is with his best friend.

It is time to move on.

It is past time.

I've been busy.

I work a lot.


That's got to stop.

So we are going out tonight.

And... and we are going
to have some shots

and we are going to dance
with men that we don't know

and we are going to
stay out way too late.

Oh! [Chuckles]

Jergens depos.

I really don't think I can go out tonight.

It is adorable that you actually
think I'm giving you a choice.

I want you to come home right after school.

Oh, can't. Margot and I
are going to go to the mall.

What, more shopping? [Chuckles]

Tell Margot you'll have to cancel.

You're grounded for two weeks.


I've never been grounded.

Well, you've never
committed larceny before.

Since when do you care?

I've always cared. I'm your mother.

Look, we've had a good thing
going on the last five years.

Why mess with that now?

No, we are paying off store owners

to keep your record clean,

so clearly, it hasn't been working.

And you're going to teach me.

[Scoffs] It's Oliver, isn't it?

His judgmental hypocrisy
is rubbing off on you.

No, I don't need Oliver to
teach me how to parent you.

You'll be home by 4:00.

Or what?

You're going to call the cops on me?

Tell them I say hi.


Got ballistics back on the Holder murder.

They pulled two 7.62
millimeter bullets out of him.

According to the stippling
and size of the entry wound,

they estimate the shots were fired

from approximately a hundred yards away.

[Chuckles] A hundred yards?

What, so the hood shoots
him from another building,

goes over to his place,
he takes out his security,

and then he fires off a few arrows?

And according to his tox screen,

his blood contained
high concentrations

of strychnos toxifera.

- What?
- Curare.

It's a kind of poison.

Oh. Ok, so now we switch from arrows

to sniper bullets and poison.

I'm not buying it.

We still found arrows on the scene.

Solid evidence the hood was there.

[Sighs] Where you going?

I'm going to get my own evidence.


Oliver: 7.62 millimeter rounds.

The money trail leads back to the Bratva...

the Russian mob.

Finally... some good luck.

[Electricity crackling]

[Speaking Russian]

[Speaking Russian]


Pleased to meet you.

I apologize.

We meant no disrespect

to a captain.

Particularly an American one.

[Clears throat]


How can I be of assistance?

I'm in the market for a hired gun.

Someone the organization's used before.

His calling card is a 7.62
millimeter gun laced with curare.

I know no man who uses such tools.

But you can find out who does.

First, we will drink
to each other's health,

then I will look into the
identity of this man you seek.


I will also confirm that you
are really Bratva captain.

Should this not be the case,

I will send my mechanic here

to find you and kill you and your family.

Man on TV: Carl Rasmussen was found

shot to death in his
home earlier this evening.

The police will not comment
if there's a connection

between Mr. Rasmussen's death

and the murder of James
Holder a few nights ago.

Mr. Rasmussen leaves behind
a wife and three children.

It's a great loss.

Carl was a titan.

A titan who was looking
to buy out a company called

Unidac Industries?

Well, industries are
something of a misnomer.

UI's recent activity was actually
looking into alternative energy.

I think the point my
partner is trying to make

is that Carl Rasmussen was

the second bidder this
week to lose his life.

Are you implying something, Detective?

Well, only that your husband's
looking into buying Unidac Industries

and the competition seems
to be dropping like flies.

And I'm sure your veiled accusation

has nothing to do with how
you feel about my family?


Unidac's in receivership, Detective.

Ownership is subject

to a liquidation auction,
so that means there are

many prospective buyers.

And the auction's tomorrow, so...

if I was taking out the competition,

I have a lot of killing to do
in a very short amount of time.

We're just making the rounds
with the interested buyers.

Let them know to be careful.

Oh, yes. And I'm overwhelmed

that Detective Lance is
concerned for our safety.


Thank you for your concern, gentlemen.

Our security consultant, Mr. Diggle,

is taking all the necessary precautions.



Well, if you need us,

we're just a 911 call away.

[Dance music playing]

Ha ha ha!

Oh, my, this is going to be killer.

If Max never sees me here... I agree.

Ah, if you want to run a business,
you've got to take a few risks.

I don't see your name on the list.

Mr. Queen.


I have never seen this
guy before in my life.


Oh, come on, he's good.

[Dance music playing, indistinct chatter]

Oh, wow!

Doesn't you going out and having
fun violate some kind of law,

you know, like the ones that
are carved on a stone tablet?

- That's cute, Tommy.
- Thanks.

I can see you two are up to
your old hunting patterns.

Just seeing what passes for fun
in starling city after five years.


Well, I'm sure you'll find that it
just hasn't been the same without you.

Big brother!

Oh! I am so wasted right now.

There is... there is two of you.

I thought you were grounded.

I am. And thank you...
thank you for that, by the way.

You're done for the night.

Oh, what are you going to do?

- Tell mom?
- Thea!

You are hanging with
the wrong people.

You're one to talk.

How much do you know about your
own so-called friends over here?

Oh, Thea, maybe you should...

Tommy... I think your
BFF has a right to know.

Thea, let's go.

Well, I guess they never told you

that they've been screwing
while you were gone.

Look, man, I...


It's ok.

You and me, we're done for the night.

Take your hands off of me.

You're not my father.

And you're barely my brother.


look at this.

Oliver Queen.

Max Fuller.

How you been?

Happy you drowned.

Hey, Max...

Get him up!

Hey, let him go, let him go!

Hey, I said let him go!

Told you he was going to be pissed.

Back off, Merlyn.
This isn't your problem.

You want to get to him?

You've got to go through me.

Wow, they are probably
going to get through me.

[All grunting]

So is this over, Max?

Or are you going to have
your boys pound on me next?

You three consider
yourselves banned for life.

Get the hell out of my place!

Your club sucks anyway.

You guys ok?

Where'd you learn to do
that? Cop dad, remember?

He made me take self defense classes.


Thea said...

Oliver, Tommy and I
don't need your blessing.

And I don't need your forgiveness.


[Water dripping]

[Breathing heavily]


[Tree snapping]

Why don't you guys take a seat,

and I will grab a couple of burgers

and some ice for those faces.

The girl's pretty cute.

That's my sister in law.

Who I will never speak to or... look at.

Ever. Gonna grab a booth.

She's not wearing a wedding ring.

Brother out of the picture?

Yeah, you could say that.

Hey you.

So sweet of you to adopt two white boys.

They need a good role model.

That's my client Oliver Queen.


Looks like you're doing a
bang up job protecting him.


Look, man...

about Laurel.

I was going to tell you.

I was just trying to
figure out the right way.

To tell somebody that you
slept with their girlfriend

after they went missing
and were then presumed dead.

What, there's no greeting card for that?

[Both chuckle]


it was wrong.

- And I'm sorry...
- Tommy.

I was dead.

No, man, you were with Laurel.

And whether you were
dead, or as it turns out,

alive on a deserted island,

you are my friend.

And me being with Laurel
violated that friendship

in about 50 different ways.

Thank you.

But it's ok.

How dangerous is this gig, anyway?

It's a cakewalk, Carla, don't worry.

Too late.

Or have you forgotten this job

got your brother killed?

Because, Dig, I haven't.

I can't.

You are being really chill about this. I...

[Cell phone rings]


[Speaking Russian]

It's a Russian model calling me.

Can we... can I have a minute, please?

I can see now why you
were able to be so chill.


So I checked out?

Man: You did. His name is Floyd Lawton.

I have address. Where he stayed
last time, he was in starling city.

But that is all.

Let's hope he's a
creature of habit. Go.

1700 Broadway, Papp Motel, room 52.

You'll leave us out of this, yes?

Assuming Mr. Lawton doesn't kill you first.

[Neck cracking]

[Siren in distance]

[Wind blowing]

[Siren approaching]


Felicity smoke?

Hi. I'm Oliver Queen.

Of course.

I know who you are,
you're Mr. Queen.

No, Mr. Queen was my father.

Right, but he's dead. I mean, he drowned.

But you didn't, which means you
could come down to the I.T. department

and listen to me babble.

Which will end.

In 3... 2... 1.

I'm having some trouble with my computer

and they told me that you were
the person to come and see.

I was at my coffee shop surfing the web

and I spilt a latte on it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

'Cause these look like bullet holes.

My coffee shop is in a bad neighborhood.

If there is anything that
you can salvage from it,

I would really appreciate it.


Oh. Well, good, you're here.

I'm under house arrest, remember.

Do you want to wear the
Calvin Klein or the Zac Posen?

For dinner?

I was just going to wear pajamas.

To Walter's stock auction.

I think I rather be grounded.

No, it's important that you come.

Important to whom?

To me.

All right, listen to me.

When you were four years old,

you came home one day with a cat.

It was a stray, it was filthy,

and it was mean.

But you stood there and you declared

that it was coming to live with us.

Your father came home from the office

and he saw what was going on,

and he sat you down and he explained to you

that the cat was in fact a tiger

and that we needed to get it home.

And somehow...

you understood.

Robert was always so good
at getting through to you.

I... I was always so jealous of that.

I... [sighs]


You never talk about him.


That's the first time you've
talked about him in years.

Well, I think you and I have
gotten into some bad habits.

There's been a lot that
has changed recently, Thea,

and I think that maybe
this can change, too.

It looks like blueprints.

Do you know what of?

- The exchange building.
- Never heard of it.

It's where the Unidac industry's
auction is scheduled to take place.

I thought you said that was your laptop.


Look, I don't want to get in the middle

of some Shakespearian family drama thing.


Mr. Steele marrying your mom.

Claudius, Gertrude...


I didn't study Shakespeare
at any of the four schools

that I dropped out of.

Mr. Steele is trying to
buy Unidac Industries.

And you've got a company laptop

associated with one of the
guys he's competing against.

- Floyd Lawton.
- No.

Warren Patel.

Who's Floyd Lawton?

He is an employee of Mr. Patel, evidently.

Oliver: The exchange building

is surrounded by 3 towers with
eye lines into the building.

Lawton could get a kill shot off

from virtually anywhere.

But I can't cover the area.

I can't protect all of Deadshot's targets.

I can't do this alone.


Ah, you son of a bitch! Detective, quiet!

You've got a pair on you, pulling
this right outside the police station!

Floyd Lawton's the one targeting the buyers

interested in Unidac Industries.

Interpol calls him "Deadshot"
because he never misses.

You can look this up after I go.

Yeah, and stop chasing you, I suppose?

Warren Patel hired Lawton.

I can't be sure who they're targeting,

it might be all the buyers,

and I can't protect
them in a space that big.

I need your help.

[Chuckles] Yeah?

Professional help.

Lawton laces his bullets with curare.

Tell your men to wear kevlar.

I'll them to shoot you...

[Classical music playing]

[Indistinct chatter]

Well, it's quite a turn out, huh?

Well, it's quite an opportunity, actually.

But regardless of the
outcome of the auction,

I'm already a winner because I
have the two most beautiful women

- at my side tonight.
- Two?


Thanks for coming, Thea.

It means a lot to your mother. And me.

Mr. Steele, the auction

will be opening in 5 minutes.

Please make sure your bid is ready.

- Thank you, Gina.
- Mm-hmm.

- Shall we?
- Mm-hmm.

[Indistinct chatter]

Warren Patel. I'm going to
need you to come with me, sir.

Unit one, all clear. Unit two, you copy?

Man: We have Patel in custody.
Still, no sign of Lawton.

Unit three?

I'm at the northwest perimeter. All clear.

Unit four?

Second man: Parking structure is secure.

Unit five, what's your status?

This is unit five. All clear.

Oh, what a shock.

It is Friday night.

What are you doing here?

Well, I am an attorney
and this is a courthouse,

so I think the better question
is, what are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to you about last night.

You mean how I saved your asses?

You're welcome.

Ok, first of all, we shall never,

ever speak of that ever again.

And secondly, I think you know
that I meant the other thing.

I don't care to talk about that.

I spoke to Oliver.

He was surprisingly cool.

That's because he knew.

Did you see his face when Thea told him?

Tommy, he didn't even blink.

Trust me, he knew.

Then why didn't he say anything?

I don't know.

Maybe because he knows he doesn't
have any right to judge me.

There's a silver lining, though.

Now that the whole truth

and nothing but is out,

is there a chance now for you and me?

You said you didn't think

that I was a one girl type of guy.

I'm going to prove you wrong.

By dating me.

By being better.

By being someone that you deserve

and that you want to be with.


that's certainly a guy I'd
be interested in meeting.


Now how about we start, ahem,

by getting you the heck out of here.

Come on, it is Friday night.

[Sighs] Come on.

Fine. Good.

[Indistinct chatter]

Well, don't you scrub up nice?

Here to support my family.

Yeah, me, too, God help me.

Thank you.


Dig. Got your eyes open?

That's what I'm here for, sir.

That and answering patronizing questions.

This guy's out of time.
If he's going to do something,

it's going to happen
before the auction.


I heard the story on the radio.


So pleased you were able to attend. Hmm.

Walter, the police said that some
of the Unidac bidders were murdered.

I just think that we should
be a little bit more careful.

My mother's already lost a husband.

Well, if moira shared your
concern, she wouldn't have come.

And she definitely wouldn't
have brought your sister.

[Indistinct chatter]


Oliver, what a wonderful surprise.

I need you to get them
out of here right now.

[All screaming]

Are you ok? Are you hurt?

No, I'm fine! Where is Walter?

Go, go, go, go! Walter's fine.

- Sir, I have to get you out of here.
- No, them!


Go, go, I'll find him,
ma'am, I'll find him.


[Woman screaming]

[Clanging, footsteps]

[Both grunting]

Drop your guns.

I admire your work.

Guess you won't be extending
me any professional courtesy.

We're not in the same line of work.

Your profession is murder.

You've taken lives.

For the good of others.

You're out for yourself.




[Speaking native language]

[Grunting and groaning]

[Speaking native language]

[Branches crunching]