The Extremely Ill-Advised Arrow Project: Episode 1.05 – “Damaged”
|September 24, 2013||Posted by Jess under Comics, Television, The Extremely Ill-Advised Arrow Project|
The island. Yao shoots a rabbit and tells Ollie to go fetch it. Hee, Ollie is basically his dog. Ollie asks why he can’t shoot while Yao picks up the dead animals. “Breathe,” Yao tells him. “Everything, breathe. Then aim, fire.” He hands Ollie the bow and an arrow and tells him to aim for a relatively close tree. Ollie aims, getting like no draw on the bow at all, and shoots. He misses. “You will die badly,” Yao says, and sends him to fetch the arrow. Hee!
Ollie slouches off to find the arrow. As he reaches for it, he’s grabbed by three of the black-clad soldiers we saw a couple episodes ago. They cuff him and throw him in a pit, then slam a lid of wooden bars down on top. He begs for them to let him go, but one of them hits him with the butt of his rifle and they leave him.
Present day. Ollie, handcuffed, is led into the courthouse past a swarm of reporters. As his prints and photos are taken (in the courthouse? but that exterior shot definitely isn’t the police station), he voiceovers that the police think that he’s the vigilante and that they have him trapped. “They’re only half right.”
Those numbers make me smile. (Ollie debuted in More Fun Comics #73, November 1941.)
In the interrogation room, Ollie tells Lance he’s making a mistake, but Lance ignores him in favor of asking a list of official questions. “Have you been arrested before? It’s okay, I know the answer to that one, plenty of times.” Ollie repeats that it’s a mistake, and Lance says the only mistake was not shooting Ollie down at the docks when he had the chance. Yes, using excessive force against criminals who are not attacking you is never a mistake.
Lance says Ollie’s moved on from hurting people with “trust funds and yachts” to doing it with arrows. “Detective, you hate me. I get it. But that doesn’t make me a vigilante,” Ollie says. Lance says the security footage makes him a vigilante, and Ollie claims that he saw the duffel and opened it because he thought it might be the shooter’s, but it definitely wasn’t Ollie’s. Lance wants to know where the gear went, if that’s the case – and wasn’t it a coincidence that Ollie’s homecoming party was across the street from the attack on Adam Hunt?
Another cop tells Lance Ollie’s parents are there. “Tell them to wait,” Lance says. “I want to see my son,” Moira bellows, and marches in, Walter close behind her. I love you, Moira. Moira tells Lance that she knows he hates her family, but this is a new low, and Walter tells Lance that the interrogation is over until Ollie’s lawyer arrives. “You got 15 minutes,” Lance says, and leaves. You know, he loses every argument he’s ever in on this show, and he always leaves the room like he’s won. Not in a charming way, just in a “too stupid to realize how stupid he is” way. I hate him so much.
Walter says Lance is on a vendetta, and Ollie agrees. “He blames me for the death of his daughter,” he says sadly. Then, in a lighter tone, “He also thinks that I dress up in a green hood and shoot people with arrows.” He then tells them he wants Laurel to represent him, and NO. STOP. STOP EVERYTHING. First of all, Laurel is still not a criminal attorney, last episode’s idiotic shenanigans aside. Second of all, this is a spectacularly dickish move, deliberately driving a wedge between Laurel and her father for absolutely no reason. Ollie, you’re a jackass.
Moira and Walter also think it’s a dumb idea, although they say it’s because Laurel can’t be objective, which is also absolutely true. Ollie argues that Laurel knows better than anyone that Ollie could never be the Hood, and that Lance knows that Laurel would never represent anyone she didn’t believe was innocent. And of course, the relationship of the woman you claim to love with her only present family member is necessary collateral damage to you proving you can manipulate everyone, huh, Ollie?
We’re Lawyers, Laurel, Inc. Moira walks in; Laurel is surprised to see her but polite. She knows about the arrest and asks who’s representing Ollie. Moira says Ollie is refusing any attorney but her. Flabbergasted, Laurel points out the double conflict of interest. She apologizes, and Moira tells her not to: “Your idealism, I think, is why my son, for all his mistakes, is so smitten with you. Regardless, it was a bad idea on his part, and I am sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” She leaves. Laurel looks pensive.
Courthouse. Ollie walks in as the charges against him are read. His worried family looks on from the front row of the gallery, Tommy behind them. Ollie tells the judge he’ll be representing himself, and that he’s innocent. The judge asks about bail, and the opposing council – I assume an ADA – says “Your honor, Mr. Queen’s family owns a pair of private jets. And while on the subject of their wealth, I would point out that there is virtually no bail amount that could guarantee his presence at trial.”
“So then I guess it’s a good thing that the people’s case is so circumstantial,” Laurel says as she walks in. “Dinah Laurel Lance, your honor. I’d like to file my appearance on behalf of the defendant.” Man, everything Laurel does in the courtroom is like she’s just waiting to pour letters on the judge’s desk proving the existence of Santa.
Lance shakes his head disbelievingly as Laurel suggests that instead of depriving Ollie of the right to be out on bail, he should submit to house arrest and an ankle monitor. Ollie doesn’t like that at all, but the judge does. She agrees and sets the bail at $50 million.
“I knew you couldn’t resist saving my ass,” Ollie tells Laurel. “You’re gonna make me regret this, aren’t you?” she asks. Ollie smugly says it’ll be like old times and she tells him he couldn’t possibly be the vigilante, because the Hood’s actually trying to make a difference.
Queen Castle. Ollie assures Moira that it’s “not that bad” as he’s fitted with his ankle monitor. The cop tells him that the monitor will send a signal to the police station if he leaves the property. Ollie asks if that includes the pool, since he’s throwing a party tomorrow night, and the cop tells him he’s okay on the pool deck, not so much on the lawn. Moira’s not thrilled at the idea of the party, but Ollie says if he’s stuck at home, he might as well make it fun. “And this party’s gonna be themed. I’m thinking: prison. Burning Man meets Shawshank Redemption, and the invite says ‘Come before Oliver Queen gets off.’” I wish Ollie was like this all the time.
Tommy’s like “Um, maybe a party’s not in the best of taste,” which is when you should know you’ve gone awry somewhere. Ollie says he wants people to know he’s not worried, and Moira says that makes one of them.
Laurel’s ludicrously enormous apartment. Lance says she’s defending the man who killed her sister. Laurel says Ollie didn’t kill Sarah, and Lance’s belief that he did is why he’s “making him out to be this…this menace!” I wish we could swap Lance for J. Jonah Jameson somehow. Laurel says Ollie’s playboy, but he doesn’t kill people. “No, he just uses them,” Lance says. So…you don’t think he kills people? Make up your mind, dude.
Lance goes on to say that Ollie only asked Laurel to represent him to get to Lance. I buy that wholeheartedly. “No, he asked me to be his lawyer to get through to you,” Laurel replies. “You hate the Hood and you hate Oliver and you want more than anything for them to be the same person. But Oliver isn’t the reason why Sarah died. Or the reason Mom left.” Lance starts to leave. “By the way,” Laurel says, “you’re not the only one who misses them.”
Queen Castle. Ollie’s in his room when Diggle comes in. So…is he not Ollie’s bodyguard anymore or what? Diggle’s like “Well, I guess it was only a matter of time,” and Ollie tells him that he knew the camera was there and got himself arrested on purpose, since someone was sure to eventually connect him with the Hood. He’s really insufferable right now, and I say that as someone who loves smug characters.
Anyway, he tells Diggle it’s all part of the master plan, and Diggle says there better be, “‘cause your family is freaking out right now downstairs. Oliver, your mother and your sister just got you back, and now you’re gonna put them through a trial, maybe even worse? Don’t you care?” Ollie looks slightly less pleased with how clever he is. Good.
He tells Diggle that “the mission” comes first, and I reach through the screen to punch him in the nose. Then he turns his laptop around to show Diggle pictures of “Leo Mueller, German arms dealer, suspected in the theft of a hundred M2-49 squad automatic weapons.” He’s in Starling City now to sell the weapons. Diggle doesn’t think Ollie has time for this, but Ollie refuses to let the streets be flooded with military-grade weapons. Since Ollie can’t go after Mueller physically, he’d like Diggle to shadow him. “Okay. And how am I supposed to track him?” Diggle asks. “Well, you know us billionaire vigilantes,” Ollie says. “We do love our toys.” I feel like Bruce Wayne doesn’t return your calls, though, dude.
Arrowcave. Diggle turns on the lights and explores, looking a bit like a kid in a candy store. He finds some kind of tracking device in a briefcase. “Oh, that’s sweet.”
Queen Consolidated. Josiah, the head of security, walks into Walter’s office and Walter tells him that this meeting is officially off the record and to have a seat. He tells him he found the Queen’s Gambit. “Sir, the boat went down in the North China Sea five years ago,” Josiah says. “Which is why my discovery of its remains in a warehouse downtown was unexpected, to say the least,” Walter replies. I really love Walter’s skill with understatement. He asks Josiah to transfer the remains to a secure location. Josiah asks what’s going on, and Walter says that’s what he’s trying to find out.
Police department. Laurel and Ollie enter a conference room where Lance and the ADA are waiting. The latter thanks them for coming, and Ollie says it’s nice to get out of the house. Hee. The ADA tells them that Lance arrested Ollie without consulting her, which means she’s willing to consider a plea. Lance looks pissed. Maybe you should do your job correctly, pal.
Ollie turns down the plea, much to Laurel’s annoyance. The ADA suggests that the years on the island have taken their toll and Ollie’s capers as the Hood are a form of PTSD. More than you know, sister. “Given that, we would support a plea of insanity, conditional on a period of indeterminate incarceration at a psychiatric facility,” she concludes. Ollie says he’s not crazy, and Lance agrees: “He’s not a nut, he’s a killing machine.” Ollie volunteers to take a polygraph. Laurel says they’re inadmissible, but Ollie doesn’t want to take it for the jury – he wants to take it for Lance. That sounded dirtier than I meant it to.
Laurel asks Lance and the ADA for some privacy and they step out. She tells Ollie that “Spencer” just offered him a gift – otherwise he could spend his life in jail. “I’m not crazy, I am innocent, I kinda want to take the polygraph, and if I take it and I fail, then I will consider making a deal,” Ollie says. Laurel agrees but, like Diggle, reminds him to think of his family.
Flashback. The soldiers march Ollie into a camp and then into a tent, where he’s greeted by a British man at a desk. “Please, sit. You’re making me feel rude,” the man says. He pours a glass of seltzer as he apologizes for Ollie’s treament; his men, he says, “are trained to view any stranger as hostile. I’m Edward Fyers, by the way.” NO YOU ARE NOT. EDDIE FYERS IS A DELIGHTFULLY OBNOXIOUS AMERICAN EX-CIA AGENT WITH A MUSTACHE WHO HANGS OUT WITH CONNOR HAWKE. Hmmph.
Ollie tells him who he is and that his family can pay for his safe return. “Well, I look forward to that, but for the moment let’s just talk,” Fyers says. He holds up a picture of Yao Fei, beardless and in a trim Chinese military uniform. “Do you know him?” “No,” Ollie says, “who’s he?” “You’re a poor liar,” Fyers says.
Ollie continues to insist he doesn’t know Yao. “Do you know what this island is named?” Fyers asks. “We’re on Lian Yu. Mandarin for purgatory. But I can make it feel like hell. I don’t know why you’re protecting him. You’re young, foolish – perhaps you don’t know why either. Think on that while you’re begging for death.”
He leaves – and Deathstroke steps in, or at least someone with Deathstroke’s split mask and a lot of weapons strapped to him. He looks absolutely ridiculous. NOT SCARY, SHOW.
Queen Castle. Ollie joins Thea on the pool deck. She doesn’t look thrilled with him. He assures her that everything will be fine, and she says, “Yeah, well, when you and Dad left on the yacht you promised me I’d see you in a few days.” Ollie tells her this is different and he’s innocent, but she’s not convinced: “You’re out all the time, you have those scars, and since you’ve gotten back you’ve been acting really weird.” She holds up the arrowhead he gave her in the pilot: “And you gave me this.”
He tells her he bought it in the airport gift shop. “Now I’m sorta happy I didn’t buy the shotglass with the panda on it, ‘cause then you’d be worried I was Panda Man.” Thea smiles despite herself. “You know, I knew you couldn’t be this…person,” she says. “I just, I can’t…lose you again.” “Deal,” he says.
Barrowman’s office. Moira steps in and he thanks her for coming. She tells him it’ll have to be quick, because she’s having some family troubles. He knows; it’s all over the news. “Look, I know what you’re thinking,” she says. “My son is not the one targeting the rich.” He points out that the authorities don’t agree. “The detective has a vendetta against my family,” Moira says. “Why? Is there something untoward about your family?” he asks. “If so, something really needs to be done about that.”
Police station. Ollie’s hooked up to the polygraph. Lance and Laurel watch. Lance asks him some basic questions to calibrate the machine: Is his name Oliver Queen (yes), was he born May 15, 1985 (yes), is his hair blue (no), has he ever been to Iron Heights Prison (no). Laurel blinks at that one. Lance holds up the police sketch of the Hood: “Are you the man in this picture?”
Flashback. Ollie, tied to a post in the tent with his arms above his head. Fyers asks where Yao is while Deathstroke looks on.
Present. “No,” Ollie says. The polygraph doesn’t move. Lance licks his teeth. “You steal $40 million off Adam Hunt?” “No I didn’t.” “Were you marooned on an island called Lian Yu for five years?” Laurel asks how that’s relevant and Lance says whatever happened there turned Ollie into a killer.
Flashback. Deathstroke slides a knife under Ollie’s ribcage. He screams. We cut rapidly between scenes of Ollie being tortured and Lance’s interrogation as Lance says that Ollie’s body is 20% covered in scar tissue, yet Ollie claimed he was alone on the island. Lance asks if the scars are self-inflicted. “No,” Ollie says. “I didn’t want to talk about what happened to me on the island, because the people that were there tortured me.” Laurel looks shocked.
“Have you killed anyone?” Lance asks. “Yes,” Ollie says, “when I asked your daughter Sarah to come on my father’s yacht with me.” Okay, this is just bullshit manipulation for no reason. Ollie, you prick.
He unbuckles the straps and leaves. The polygraph tech says he’s telling the truth. Laurel asks if Lance will be dropping the charges, and Lance says no.
Queen Castle, night. There’s a huge party on the lawn, with a DJ and actual cages set up. Most of the guests are wearing black and white stripes or orange. Ollie walks out in a denim shirt with a number on his chest and addresses the crowd: “I’m very touched that you came to celebrate with me before I am sent up the river.” He pumps the crowd up and jumps off the stage. Lance looks annoyed.
Inside the house, Ollie and Diggle look at a phone that shows the tracker Diggle placed on Mueller’s car. It looks like the sale is going down tonight, and Ollie’s determined that the man in the hood will stop it. “Oliver, you can’t leave the house,” Diggle says. “It doesn’t have to be me in the hood,” Ollie replies.
Diggle’s expression as he realizes what Ollie’s getting at is hilarious. He’s not pleased by being a cog in Ollie’s elaborate alibi, but Ollie says he planned on just having Diggle be seen in the hood – he didn’t bank on Mueller. Wait, so his plan required an ally to dress up as him? He hadn’t even asked Diggle to join him when he let himself be seen on camera. I’m like 97% convinced that he had no idea the camera was there and can’t admit it.
“Look, I promise it was never my intention to put you in harm’s way,” Ollie says. How is Diggle going to fight crime and not be in harm’s way? Diggle basically says exactly that; he’s not upset about the risk, “I just don’t like being played. Now you might have gotten used to lying to everyone else in your life, but I’m the one guy you don’t lie to.” Ollie apologizes and Diggle starts to leave. “So am I going to jail?” Ollie asks. Diggle shakes his head: “Nah, man. I gotta stop an arms deal.” DIGGLE <3 Queen Consolidated. Walter answers the phone, and someone down in Security tells him that Josiah was in a car accident and is dead. Walter looks alarmed. Queen Castle. Laurel walks in and she and Ollie sass each other before she asks to speak with him privately. They go up to his room and Laurel says she can’t remember the last time she was in there. Ollie can: Halloween, 2005, getting ready for Tommy’s party. “Ah, yes. I wore those horrible fishnets.” Hee. Anyway, Laurel’s here to apologize for Lance’s behavior during the polygraph. Ollie says Lance “has a right to feel any way that he wants,” which is a surprisingly enlightened thought from Mr. Judgmental Pants himself, and Laurel goes on to explain that after Sarah’s death, Lance became a workaholic, so Mrs. Lance (Dinah, I presume) left the family. Ollie looks guilty, and Laurel hastily says “I’m not telling you this to try to make you feel bad, or worse, I just...I really want you to understand him.” Ollie emotionally asks why Laurel doesn’t hate him. “I did,” she admits. “For so long, I did, Ollie. But after today I realized that I was so focused on what happened to my family that I didn’t even stop and wonder what could’ve happened to you.” Then she tells him she was wrong not to ask him before, but she needs to see his scars. Um, what? What? How...what? First of all, it’s not wrong to not ask someone to show you something he didn’t even want to talk about, and second of all, inappropriate. They’re getting all breathy to make this scene as sexy as possible, but it’s really just kind of grossing me out.
Ollie unbuttons his shirt and Laurel pushes it open caressingly. She asks how he survived and he says, “There were times when I wanted to die. In the end, there was something I wanted more.” She steps in close and they kiss. Why do the main couples of CW superhero shows suck so bad?
Laurel breaks away first, looking appalled, and rushes out of the room despite Ollie’s stammering that she doesn’t have to go. His jaw tightens.
Flashback. “Amazing,” Fyers says as Ollie dangles limply from the pole. “You have resolve I didn’t credit you for. Or perhaps you truly don’t know anything. You should put him out of his misery,” he tells Deathstroke. He starts to leave the tent – but Yao bursts in, knocks him down, and shoots the rope holding Ollie up. He fires another arrow at Deathstroke, but Deathstroke catches it and snaps it.
They fight. IT’S RAD. Yao manages to knock Deathstroke dizzy long enough to hustle Ollie out of the tent.
Present day. Mueller and his thugs are showing the stolen guns to a local gang (all black, which would be less problematic if the One Pure Soul in the Glades wasn’t, you know, Colton Haynes) when the lights go out. Mueller gets the hell out of there, guns in tow. The Starling City gang scatters, but the Hood catches one of them and knocks him out. He looks up – and it’s Diggle, of course. Sure, I can see how Ollie expected people to mistake this man with a different build and skin tone from him for him.
Queen Consolidated. Moira walks into Walter’s office and tells him she’s “not accustomed to being summoned to the office in the middle of the night.” He tells her he found the Gambit and what happened to Josiah. “I hope you now have a better understanding of why I’ve been so distant as of late. It’s very disconcerting to discover the person with whom you share your home, your bed, and your heart has been lying to you so convincingly.” Moira tells – begs – him to stop looking into this: “It’s not safe. You’ll be upsetting people, people with influence. You are very far out of your depth.” He doesn’t like that at all.
Queen Castle, Ollie’s room. Diggle calls and tells him the dropoff was successfully thwarted. There’s a knock on the door, and we see it’s a waiter – with a gun. He asks if he should have drinks sent up as he fits a silencer on the barrel. Ollie opens the door, sees the gun, and pushes it aside. He grabs the waiter, forcing him to drop the gun. A fight ensues, and it’s clear that Ollie’s using some of the moves Yao did in the flashback, which is a nice touch.
The waiter gets away and picks up the gun – and he’s shot from behind by Lance, who looks, hilariously, kind of grossed out when he realizes whose life he just saved. He and Ollie stare at each other.
Later, Queen Castle is quiet. Thea and Tommy (who was wasted in this episode – MOAR TOMMY) sit with Ollie, who asks Lance how he knew Ollie was in trouble. Lance says the ankle monitor was broken in the fight.
Moira and Walter rush in and Ollie assures Moira he’s okay. I don’t blame her for being upset – this is the third time her son has been attacked in five episodes, and only one of those times was guys she hired. Moira turns on Lance and tells him that he’s made Ollie a target. Walter asks who the attacker was and Lance says they haven’t IDed him yet, but it’s someone with a grudge against the Hood. He bends to remove the ankle monitor: “Got a call from my lieutenant. An arms dealer was attacked across town tonight. By the vigilante. Multiple witnesses put him there.”
“I’m truly sorry for what’s happened to your family, Quentin,” Moira says, “but would you kindly get the hell out of my house?” Quentin. QUENTIN. Quentin! His name is Larry in the comics. Who the hell went “Nah, he needs a real hard-boiled cop name for the show. How about…Quentin?”
As Quentin (QUENTIN!) leaves, looking like he smells something bad (well, okay, he always looks like that), Ollie thanks him. Dude, that’s just twisting the knife.
Barrowman’s office. Moira barges in and he asks if they have an appointment. “No,” she says, “but I decided to screw propriety after you tried to have my son killed.” He says he had reason to suspect Ollie was the vigilante, and, after she presses, apologizes. “I know you found out I had the yacht salvaged, just as I know you had Josiah Hudson,” she says. “Well, accidents tend to befall people who are too curious,” he replies. “I’ve been the good soldier,” she says. “I’ve done everything you asked. But if any member of my family so much as gets a paper cut, I will burn your entire world to ashes.” She sears a gaping hole through his torso with her righteous fury, then leaves. Okay, maybe just one of those things. But MOIRA. <3
Queen Castle. In the wreckage of his room, Ollie finds a small leather sachet.
Flashback. Yao brings Ollie into the cave. “I tell you island dangerous, but you not tell them where to find me. You stronger than I thought. Take it.” He hands Ollie the sachet. “I lead them off. You stay.” He stops in the mouth of the cave. “Remember, everything breathe. You breathe, you survive here longer.” Ollie struggles to his feet and gasps, “I’m coming with you,” (aw), but a huge boulder falls, blocking the mouth of the cave.
Present day. Laurel walks into the room. I like her shirt. “Rough party,” Ollie says. Hee. She has his polygraph results. Ollie said he’d never been to Iron Heights – but apparently their class went on a field trip there in eighth grade. Ollie’s like “…Shit.” I’m like “…Who takes 13-year-olds to a prison on a field trip?”
Laurel says she thought maybe he’d just forgotten about the trip when he said no, but his results show a slight flutter on that answer, “and if you lied on one, you could’ve lied on others.” Or he was uncertain on that one and not on the others, maybe?
“What happened to me being too selfish to be a masked crusader?” Ollie asks. You don’t wear a mask, though. “Oliver, I saw your scars!” Laurel says. So…victims are necessarily violent criminals? You’re a great public advocate, Laurel. He tells her he kept the torture secret because if people knew the whole truth, they’d see him differently – not as the vigilante, but as someone damaged. “I don’t sleep,” he says. “I barely eat. I can barely sign my name, let alone aim a bow and arrow.” She tells him that despite the kiss, nothing can ever happen between them, and leaves.
Arrowcave. “So you lied to her,” Diggle says. “Or maybe you just gave her a version of the truth.” I love that they were apparently sitting around talking about girls. “I told her what she needed to hear, Diggle, she was too close,” Ollie says. “The sad thing is, I think you actually believe that,” Diggle replies. “I think things didn’t go down exactly as you planned. You didn’t count on so many people having questions. Doubting you. You didn’t think about what happens when you lie. Especially when you lie to the ones you love the most.” As he speaks, we see Thea contemplating the arrowhead Ollie gave her, and Walter leaving the house with a suitcase. He tells Moira he’s going on a business trip to Melbourne and doesn’t know how long he’ll be.
“When you were stuck on that island, plotting your grand plan to save the city, I don’t think you stopped to consider the effect it would have on the people in your life,” Diggle goes on. Laurel walks into a bar to find Quentin (QUENTIN!) completely wasted. She gets him on his feet and takes him home. “Or how it would hurt them,” Diggle concludes. “You’re wrong,” Ollie says, “I think about it all the time. And just to be clear, not being able to tell my family the truth…it doesn’t hurt anyone worse than it hurts me.” You might be the single most selfish human being on the planet, Oliver.
He heads out to stop Mueller, despite Diggle’s warning tone. At the dropoff, he leaps into the fray, killing at least one mook. “Leo Mueller, you have failed this city,” he says, and an arrow flies as Mueller screams.
Sigh. The thing about this show is that Diggle is right. He’s always right. And yet the show seems to think Ollie is, or maybe it’s going for a morality where no one is completely right and everyone has to navigate morally gray areas? And you know, that’s something they do really well with Moira, but in this case Diggle is just flat-out correct, so why give him those lines just to highlight how thoughtless and selfish Ollie is? It’s a real mystery.
And in conclusion: QUENTIN.