My name is Oliver Queen.
After 6 years of being a vigilante,
the only way to achieve my goal
and save my city was to confess to being the Green Arrow.
Now my family and friends must carry on my mission without me.
I am no longer a hero.
I am inmate 4587.
Previously on Arrow...
I am Dr. Jarrett Parker.
I'm here to conduct your psychiatric evaluation.
- What is your name? - My name is Oliver Queen.
Laurel: You kidnapped and imprisoned the silencer?
Felicity: She's gone. Laurel: How'd you know she was gonna take the belt?
The RFID chip I installed in it is gonna lead us straight to Diaz.
- Where is Diaz? - I don't know,
but I know who does.
Everything that goes on here goes through the Demon first.
What will you do after you find this person?
I will use them to stop Diaz.
Still resistant.
Agh!
Parker: What is your name?
My name is inmate 4587.
[Footsteps]
[Beeping]
On your feet, 4587.
- Who are you? - Your new best friend.
Now, on your feet.
Hold out your hand.
This will be on you at all times
to ensure the safety of yourself
and the other prisoners.
[Beep beep]
Where's Dr. Parker?
He said you're ready for phase two,
which means you belong to me now.
- Move. - Where are you taking me?
Down the rabbit hole.
Welcome home.
Man on P.A.: Inmate 10-13. Inmate 10-13.
Man: No, no.
No, please, please. No, no.
Oliver: Where are they taking him?
Pray you never find out.
Your wife is dead.
Guard: Friend of yours?
No.
Is there a problem?
No. No problem.
Good. Keep it that way.
When's visitation?
There's no visitation down here.
No... what do... what do you mean?
It's probably best that you forget
about anyone on the outside.
They'll eventually forget about you.
Bell: I read through your mission report
from the Switzerland op.
Director Michaels signed off,
but I noticed a few abnormalities.
Sir, if this is regarding the 23 minutes
of unaccounted time in our field log,
it is because we took a pit stop
for chocolate.
When in Rome, right?
Do you want some? You should have some.
- Actually, I'm diabetic. - Oh, OK. Don't have some.
And I was referring to the intel we got from that mission.
This is Malcolm Byrd, a black market arms dealer
specializing in chemical weapons trading.
The data we pulled from the bank
tipped us off to an ongoing transaction
involving a gentleman...
Dr. Nyambi Somto, biochemist.
Two weeks ago, Somto went missing
along with a cache of nerve agents banned
by the Geneva protocols.
We believe that Somto's trying to sell
these chemicals to Byrd.
Bell: Fortunately, A.R.G.U.S. already has Somto in custody.
So mission accomplished. Yay.
Not exactly. Byrd still believes the buy is going on,
which means we can catch him.
That's where you come in, Holt.
Why is there a mock-up photo of me
I.D.ed as Dr. Somto?
John: We need an undercover operative
to impersonate Somto
and make contact with Byrd.
Somto claims he and Byrd only interfaced online,
never face to face, thus the mock-up.
Uh, why does it have to be my face?
We need someone who can pull off a convincing charade.
You have 14 phds, including one
in biochemical engineering,
and you're fluent in 5 different languages,
including Somto's native tongue.
6, actually. Nowadays, I'm more
of a chill in the back of a van,
surrounded by monitors kind of a guy.
Curtis, we don't need you to engage.
Just put eyes on Byrd.
Me and my team will handle the takedown
and package retrieval.
Also...
It's an order.
[Sighs]
[Speaking French]
Remember me?
I need to talk to you.
Oliver: Hey.
I know it was the Demon who hired you to attack me.
Stop talking to me.
Tell me who the Demon is.
- Leave me alone. - Hey. Hey.
Ugh!
It was an accident, I swear.
[Crackling]
[Grunting]
Looks like you're having a relapse.
We warned you about this.
You know what happens now.
I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
[Crackling]
[Groaning]
Get him up.
Prisoner: No!
Not through there, please.
[Whimpers]
[Door slams shut]
[Computer beeping]
The tracker is now paired with a facial recognition program,
targeting all CCTV and traffic cameras
within a 5-mile radius of the silencer's location, updating in real time.
So when the silencer finally finds Diaz,
we'll get an immediate alert?
Yeah, as long as you don't adjust any of the inputs,
change any of the settings, or click any buttons.
I mean, basically, don't touch anything,
and, yeah, we will be... we will be... we will be just fine.
I'm not sure I needed an in-person tutorial
on how to watch a blinking dot blink.
Sorry. I'm just really anxious, you know?
We're so close to getting Diaz,
and the last time I saw Oliver was a while ago,
and it didn't end so well.
Relax. Visiting your husband is not gonna cause
our operation to fall apart.
[Computer beeps]
Although when the blinking dot disappears,
that's not good, is it?
- Crap! - Hey. I wanted it noted
for the record I did not touch anything.
- Is the signal dead? - No. It's just faint.
It's still pinging, but I'm gonna need to boost the signal
to get a secure lock on her exact location,
which may take a while, so maybe I should stay here,
keep an eye on the program, you know, just...
you can keep an eye on the program from the road.
OK, but the moment...
the signal comes back online, you want me to call you.
Yes. Look at us,
you know, finishing each other's sentences.
- Really... - go.
Mm-hmm.
If not for Oliver's sake, at least for my own.
[Sliding]
I understand you've been looking for the Demon.
Talia?
You survived the explosion on Lian Yu.
- How? - You know I'm not so easily defeated.
What are you doing here?
Oh. I ran afoul of an old foe in Gotham.
What surprised me was to see you here, a prisoner.
I believe I taught you better than that.
Oh, you taught me many things,
including how to manipulate people.
So the attack in the shower,
brick's mind games...
you pushed every button and pulled every string
just to get me down here.
You always were a quick study.
Where's Ricardo Diaz?
- I don't know. - Liar.
I'm many things,
but a liar is not one of them.
You asked how I survived Lian Yu.
The answer is barely...
And only with the help of a drug supplied by your Mr. Diaz,
so in exchange, I facilitated an attack
on the man who murdered my father, left me for dead.
More than a fair trade.
There was a time, Talia,
when aligning yourself with a man like Ricardo Diaz
would have been beneath you.
I do what it takes to survive.
Another lesson you seem to have forgotten.
I taught you to separate the man from the monster.
Instead, you exposed your true identity
for all the world to see
and became the monster you always feared you were.
What do you want from me?
There is a way out of slabside,
and I need your help to escape.
You expect me to help you
after all the pain and the suffering
that you inflicted on my family?
What does it tell you that I would even ask for your help
after what you've done to mine?
You don't understand what they do to people down here.
They reform criminals.
They destroy them.
You and I once stood on the same side.
We can do it again.
You stood on the same side as Adrian Chase...
And my son lost his mother,
so now I'm here, trying to save
what's left of my family
because I'm stuck
in a cycle of violence, and I have been stuck there
since the moment
you told me what to do with my father's list.
You don't honestly believe that, Oliver.
There's no Oliver in here. I'm inmate 4587,
so I'm asking you, however you broke into my cell...
Get out.
[Indistinct chatter]
[Door opens, keys jingle]
Uh, excuse me. My husband is Oliver Queen,
and as your colleagues have already triple-checked,
I am definitely on his visitor's list.
It's been 20 minutes, and he's not here.
Inmate 4587 has had his visitation privileges revoked.
What? What happened? What are you talking about?
I'm not at Liberty to say, ma'am.
I'm his wife. I have a right to see my husband.
I'm afraid you don't.
- You're Oliver's wife. - Yeah.
I recognize you from the picture he looks at all the time.
You know Oliver.
I'm kind of his sidekick in here.
Can you give him a message for me?
Can you tell him that I have a lead on Diaz?
- He'll know what it means. - I know what that means.
He'll be so excited,
but I can't give him that message.
Why not?
Because he got sent down to level two.
What's level two?
It's bad, it's really bad.
It's where they send the worst of the worst.
But Oliver isn't the worst of the worst.
It's kind of a long story, but he got set up,
and then he had to stab a guard or two.
It all kind of happened fast,
and there was a lot of blood.
No. Oliver... Oliver would never...
he would never do something like that.
I don't know if you've noticed,
but the guards aren't exactly on the side of good in here.
- I should go. - Wait just one second.
Sorry about your husband.
He's the best.
Target sighted.
Heading into the sketchy loading dock to confirm.
OK, Curtis. Once you get firm confirmation,
we'll move in but not before, so keep it cool, OK?
Sure. That will be easy to do in wool pants.
[Speaking French]
John: We still don't have eyes on Byrd.
Find out why.
Uh...
You do. Yes, you do, Curtis.
[French accent] Yes. Yes. I do.
You speak English.
Bring you entire supply to the mandrake gallery
tomorrow, 8 P.M.
Monsieur Byrd will be waiting.
You'll get your money then.
Wait.
A second meeting was not a part of our agreement.
Do we have a problem, Dr. Somto?
John: What are you doing? Just agree to the meeting.
Curtis!
No. No problem at all.
What the hell was that?
You said this was a one-time deal...
meet the guy, get out, done.
Getting roped into the sequel was not part of the plan!
We're in the field.
Sometimes, plans change in the field!
You, of all people, should know that!
Look. My days in the field were over
the day Oliver went to prison.
I would like to keep it that way.
Curtis, we still need to nail Byrd.
We can't do that without you!
Well, then you better hope I have a twin or a clone or something
because I am not doing that again!
I'm out!
That doesn't make any sense.
Mr. Queen has two hours
of visitation left this month,
so I suggest you get it straightened out,
or I will have the U.S. attorney so far up your ass
that you'll have to turn your head to the left
and cough.
Whew! I mean, no offense to Black Siren,
but I actually think you're scarier as an attorney.
Black siren gets results.
All the D.A. got was stonewalled.
Prison authorities insisted that Oliver
already maxed his visitation allowances this month.
How? I've only been there once. I...
something's wrong.
Obviously.
Sorry. Empathy's a word I'm learning.
It's a work in progress.
The prisoner that knew Oliver said
they took him somewhere called level two.
We need to figure out what that is.
We?
Consider it a lesson in empathy.
OK. I'm accessing the federal slabside records...
employment, inmate sentencing,
infrastructure.
I don't know what's more amusing...
the fact that you just broke 6 laws in front of me
or that you're forcing me to feel empathetic about it.
What? What's wrong?
Wherever they took Oliver is completely off the books.
There's no record of anything at slabside called level two.
[Door sliding open]
Oliver: What the hell happened to him?
You don't recognize a dead body?
What goes on in that room?
That's where they reform you.
Therapy doesn't kill people, Talia.
You have a surprising amount of empathy
for a man who assaulted you.
He's dead because
of whatever happened behind those doors.
Then he's one of the lucky ones.
- What? - Those who walk out alive
suffer much more.
You have no idea what your doctor is really doing down here.
Come on.
Dr. Parker's behind this?
Not so quick a study after all.
You fell for Parker's lies.
That's what happens when you fail to keep your two sides separate.
You become weak.
Whatever is happening, we need to stop it.
These people are criminals
the likes of which you've spent the past 6 years putting away.
I'm surprised you want to help them.
But you were the one who pushed me towards helping others,
towards fighting for justice.
You had honor then.
That was a long time ago.
Now all I care about is getting out of here.
Are you prepared to help me with that?
Then we have nothing further to discuss.
I need to see Dr. Parker.
That's not how it works.
I need his help. I'm having a relapse.
Hey, Dinah. Do you have a sec?
Yeah. Uh, is this about the Hudson case?
Because I would like to get 3 counts if we can.
Felicity: Hi, Dinah.
Hi. Wow. OK. Since when are you two friends?
Well, we decided to start a support group for women who've been attacked by Diaz.
Laurel: Or his assassins. Do you care to join?
Dinah: Uh, thanks, I'll pass,
but, hey, maybe you should get back
to witness protection
and you should head on back to Earth Two
before you both remember you hate each other.
OK. Real talk. We're working together, and we need your help.
- We? - It's called empathy, Dinah.
I'm about 100% sure that's not what we're dealing with here,
but what is going on?
Slabside is denying Felicity access to Oliver.
Felicity: They're keeping him somewhere called level two,
but there's no record of anything at slabside
called level two, so we dove into the employee records,
- and we found something. - Yes. A psychiatrist by the name
of Dr. Jarrett Parker with a "p."
We need you to check to see if there were any complaints made
to the SCPD about Parker during his private practice.
Surprised you didn't just hack into SCPD yourself.
Oh, I did. There was just nothing in the digital records.
I was hoping to do this the old-fashioned way
and go through the hard copies in the SCPD archive.
Dinah: OK, but what makes us believe this Parker guy is shady?
Slabside doesn't have a psychiatric program for their inmates.
Felicity: Whatever Parker is doing is not being reported.
Please. If Oliver is in trouble, we have to help him.
Surprised to see you here.
Thought you'd be out.
Well, still have a job to do,
you know, the one that doesn't involve
possibly dismemberment and/or death.
Since when have you been afraid of any of that?
- Since always. - You know what I mean.
You always ran the risk of dying with Team Arrow.
Why is it any different now with A.R.G.U.S.?
It just is. Let's leave it at that.
No. We can't just leave it at that.
You're sidelining yourself. I want to know why.
I just don't have it in me anymore.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Oliver's in prison. Even he couldn't outrun the risk
that it takes to be out there fighting.
This life has cost me my marriage,
gotten me stabbed, and people I love shot.
Maybe you and Lyla and everyone else has
what it takes to cope with it,
but I can't keep lying to myself.
Being Mr. Terrific...
It's just not me anymore.
John: I've been at war, seen the faces of men who are done.
Curtis, that is not you.
Yeah. I am pretty sure that is me.
[Scoffs]
14 phds, fluent in multiple languages,
genius, bronze medal decathlete.
Mr. Terrific isn't just an alter ego you can lay aside.
It's who you are, Curtis.
The only real risk you're running is denying the truth in that.
Now, I respect your decision to sit out this mission.
Just make sure it's the right one.
When did you notice the rage happening?
When I saw the inmate with the grim reaper tattoo.
Interesting. Why do you think you responded so negatively to him?
He was among the group who attacked me on level one.
Hmm. Well, the good news is you didn't give in to your violent tendencies.
You came here. That means the treatment is working.
Dr. Parker, the main reason that I didn't do anything was
he was dead.
I... I saw him being w-wheeled out of the room
with the blue door.
Unfortunately, some inmates don't respond
as well as you to the process.
When you're breaking new scientific ground,
setbacks are inevitable.
It seems like a... ahem... prisoner dying is
a little bit more than a setback.
Look at what we've done together,
h-how we've eliminated that part of yourself
that was trapped in a cycle of violence.
Imagine that on a grander scale.
The world would be a much safer place.
Right, but people are dying.
What about them?
That sounds like something the old you would say, 4587,
the hero who insisted on righting the wrongs of strangers
at the expense of the safety and well-being
of the people he loves.
I thought you weren't that person anymore.
I'm not.
Good.
You need to continue focusing on yourself,
on the man you need to be
for the sake of your family.
If you're unable to do that,
we'll be forced
to pursue some other treatment options.
Felicity: Why is an arrest report from 1985
in the same box as an employee file from 2002?
It doesn't make any sense!
I know, after the department switched to computerized files,
they just stopped taking care of this place.
You mean, the SCPD is late to the digital party?
Wow! Shocking.
Felicity, there may be some other options.
Now I still have friends in the FBI.
- I can call... - because the FBI is known
for their speed and efficiency?
Do you have a better idea?
Yes. I asked the U.S. attorney to file a motion
compelling slabside to release all their records.
Oh, and you think my way is slow!
That could take weeks, months.
Oliver may not have weeks, he may not have months!
He may not even have days! We don't know where he is.
I had no idea what his life had become in there,
the things that he's had to do.
Laurel: Felicity, you've been focused on catching a homicidal maniac.
If anybody understands that, it's Oliver.
Dinah: And Oliver's the one who decided to go to prison.
This isn't on you.
And I was pissed about that decision.
I should have visited him more.
I should have been able to prevent this.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look. I get it, OK, but trust me,
there is nothing you could have done.
You have to stop blaming yourself.
I thought that the worst thing that could happen
was me losing my husband to prison.
Well, what if I lose him permanently?
Ahem. If you still want to get out of here, we go tonight.
Well, I'm glad you've finally come to your senses,
though I suspect your willingness
to conspire comes with... Conditions.
I need you to help me expose the truth about Dr. Parker.
And how do you propose we do that?
The evidence we need is behind those blue doors.
We break in, we get it, we escape.
That would be unwise.
You've seen what happens to people who go into that room.
They come out in body bags.
Talia, we are doing this my way,
or we're not doing it at all.
You'd risk both our lives
to help these prisoners, despite knowing
that every last one is a murderer or worse?
These people are being treated like they are disposable.
- No one deserves that. - Tell me, did you feel
that same compassion when you rammed a sword through my father's chest?
No, because back then, I still allowed the monster
that you helped unleash take over.
Don't insinuate that my father's death was somehow my fault.
I... Ra's' death was my fault.
I couldn't see past what he intended to do to my city,
so I didn't stop and think about his family,
and for that, I am truly sorry.
I know you hate me...
But I was your student once,
and we trusted each other completely.
We need to find that trust again
because it is the only way
both of us will get what we want.
John: Remember, the area surrounding this meet is densely populated.
Byrd will not hesitate to leverage this if he suspects something's up.
Dismissed.
But he won't, right,
as long as you all send me in there alone?
Curtis, that's the hope, but don't worry, man. You got this.
Right. I just need to turn off the part of my brain going, "aah!"
OK. Ready. What's the plan?
We're gonna give him exactly what he wants.
The chemical will be housed in this.
The case contains a hidden targeting system.
Use it to scan the building and locate the hostiles.
That way, we'll know exactly where to hit and how hard.
[Scanner beeping]
Once you locate Byrd, hand off the case and get clear.
We'll launch the attack on your go.
Dr. Somto.
[Speaking French]
Targets acquired.
Make the exchange and get clear.
[Guns cocking]
[French accent] A binary chemical bomb.
I didn't take you for someone as crude as a terrorist.
What you call crude I see as lucrative.
All I needed was a fall guy,
and you were far too perfect a mark.
Perhaps you are forgetting you are standing
right in front of the bomb.
You've heard of remote detonation, haven't you?
For someone so smart, are you really this dumb?
[Normal Voice] Well, actually, if I wanted to do something
super-dumb, I'd probably do something stupid like
tackle you to the ground, take that tablet,
and shove it down your throat.
That's our mark. Get ready to move.
[Laughs]
Still a sense of humor.
Quite impressive for someone about to die.
Guess I'm just ready for it.
I do have one request first.
Can you give me a countdown before you kill me?
First time I've heard that one.
I wasn't talking to you.
[Beeping]
Too bad for you I am pretty damn smart.
The bomb's disarmed. Byrd's down.
- Are you all right? - I don't know.
Do I still have my legs? I got so much adrenaline
going right now, I can't even tell.
Come on, Talia. Come on, come on, come on.
Hey!
Stop!
About time.
You know, they say the mark of a great teacher
is when her pupil finally surpasses her.
Unh!
What... what are you doing?
What I should have done from the beginning...
let you perish.
- Brace yourself. - God, I could use a nap.
[Electricity crackling, both groaning]
That's enough of that.
Take them to the room.
Ugh. Yeah. Felicity, I hate to say it,
but I think we might need to try a different approach here.
It's not that we're giving up.
It's just that we need to figure out another way to...
found him.
During Parker's private practice,
he was also a defendant in 3 malpractice cases,
all settled out of court.
Dinah: Check this out. Robert Goodman.
It's one of his patients.
22-year-old male referred to Parker back in 2015
after experiencing several violent outbursts.
Parker promised the parents he could make their son docile.
Instead, Goodman began suffering spontaneous bouts of amnesia.
What the hell was this guy doing to these people?
It's not clear. Some sort of experimental treatment.
Looks like Parker's making a career out of it
because I am looking at about 8 different cases
that are exactly like Goodman.
Oh, my god!
Felicity, what is it?
"As Goodman's amnesia became more frequent,
"he eventually lost all sense of identity and was"...
this is what they're gonna do to Oliver.
They're going to erase him.
I'm disappointed in you, 4587.
It's always so unfortunate when a study doesn't work out,
but this failure is especially painful.
You're a monster.
[Bangs table]
We could have done such great things together,
helped so many people.
Oliver: This isn't helping people!
I misjudged you.
I thought after our work together,
you were committed to breaking your family's cycle of violence.
My father pushed people away.
He kept secrets,
and I made those same mistakes,
but if I choose to break the cycle,
I'm gonna do it my way.
I suggest you hold very still, 4587.
Unh!
My name is Oliver Queen!
[Bones crack]
Talia: Well, it seems like you've picked up
a few new tricks without me.
These things are so barbaric.
[Alarm blaring]
Must have an anti-tampering alarm.
Man on P.A.: Lockdown procedure initiated.
All inmates should return to their cells immediately.
I've got the key card.
I've got the file. We got to go.
We'll not be able to go quietly.
[People shouting]
Guard: Hey!
Where the hell are you two going?
We're on lockdown.
You're supposed to be in your cells.
I said, get back to your cells.
[Clicking]
Straight ahead.
[Heavy footsteps]
Talia: Do you think they realized they're outmatched?
I think they're about to.
[Guards groaning]
[Beep]
This goes down to the water.
Right. The only way out is through the morgue.
Shameful way to treat your dead.
Guard: They went this way. Over here!
They won't be long. We must go.
I need you to give this to Felicity.
If you stay, you will die.
If I leave, I'm a fugitive forever.
I won't do that to my family.
All those years ago, you were wrong.
Giving the monster an identity didn't contain the darkness.
It just gave it power.
Separating into two selves,
hiding in the shadows...
That was never the answer.
[Bang against door]
Guard: Someone barricaded this.
Get something to break this down.
I will make sure your wife gets this
and that she knows her husband is as stubborn as ever.
[Crash]
I'll hold them off.
[Bang against door]
[Bang]
[Footsteps]
Time to go, inmate.
Where are you taking me?
This whole place is getting shut down.
You're going back to level one.
Bethany Snow: Despite official denials of the allegation
of prisoner abuse a t slabside penitentiary,
documents provided by SCPD
detailing the cruel and unusual practices
of Dr. Jarrett Parker, a suspect
in the cold case death of Robert Goodman,
appear to connect the controversial therapist
to the prison, bringing those denials into question...
Whoo! One for team Felicity.
I'm still workshopping the name.
Question is which guardian angel do we
have to thank for this little baby?
Oh, don't know, don't care.
Oliver is back sleeping soundly
in his regular maximum security prison cell
with no evil scientists trying to fry his brain.
This, plus what we got from the records room,
is enough to earn Dr. Parker
his own cozy little prison cell.
You know, slabside's got a real PR nightmare on their hands right now.
What if we could use that for more than just shutting down level two?
We can use this to appeal Oliver's conviction.
We can use it to get Oliver out of prison.
[Car alarm is disarmed]
[Electricity crackling]
You suffering from a relapse, doctor?
Allow me to provide the cure.
No!
[Splat]
You haven't made it home yet?
Ah. Wanted to get the mission report wrapped up,
make sure there were no abnormalities for bell to find.
Yeah. Well, mission reports don't usually take all night.
Besides, this was an on-the-books op.
Shouldn't be any abnormalities.
- Then why'd I find one? - What's this?
Something I lifted off Byrd before he went into custody.
- Why? - Lyla copied the bank data
because she suspected A.R.G.U.S. has something to hide.
That data led us to Byrd.
If there's a deeper connection that A.R.G.U.S.
Doesn't want anyone to find,
I figure we should know first.
- Worth the risk, right? - Did you find anything?
Check it out.
It's a painting? It took you all night
to decrypt a single image?
Do you realize how many decryption algorithms I had to run
just to get the drive to boot up?
This thing's security had security.
All right. Looks like someone doesn't want us to see this.
- What's the origin? - Well, this painting is
from the 19th century by a French artist named Jean-Léon Gérôme.
The title is "Dante, he hath seen hell."
- Hidden meaning? - Pfft. It's art.
There's always a hidden meaning.
We just need to find out what it is.
[Bars clattering]
[Indistinct chatter]
Guess the morgue isn't the only way out of level two after all.
I'm just glad I made it out of there.
Felicity will be, too.
What do you mean?
She came looking for you in visitation.
I told her about level two.
Was she OK?
Yeah. She asked me to give you a message.
What message?
She's got a lead on Diaz.
She's close to getting him.
That's good news, right?
Well, all this saving of your husband crap has...
well, it's made me very hungry,
so I'm gonna go get a pizza.
- OK. - If you...
Want to come or if you're hungry. I don't know.
Are you asking me out on a friend date?
- No. - [Cell phone chirps]
Power boost is complete,
which means we have a signal.
Laurel: Wha t is the silencer doing there?
[Silence]
[Silence stops]
Get what you came for?
Diaz: Yup.
Just making good on an old promise.
[Grunting]
Isn't that right, Anatoly?
Huh?
Man: Greg, move your head!