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A mysterious archer is on the loose in Starling City, framing Oliver for murders he didn't commit. As Oliver tries to track the copy cat down with Quentin's help, he tries to juggle his responsibilities to his family when he tries to arrange a Christmas party to bring the Queens together during the holiday.
In Starling City, Adam Hunt is in his office trying to raise business after being discredited after his arrest. As he talks on the phone, he hears someone in the next room, hangs up, and turns. Hunt demands to know what the intruder wants, but the man shoots Hunt in the chest and walks out...Read the full recap
Diggle: Maybe you can give the list a rest and just enjoy the holidays with your family. Besides, I hear St. Nick has a list of his own. I wager you're in the "nice" column. Go home, Oliver.
Felicity Smoak: Did you know seven of the names on the list are guys that the vigilante has in his cross-hairs? That is, if bows had cross-hairs. Which they don't.
Oliver: How do you know that Shane guy?
Thea: We rob banks and smoke crack together.
Oliver: That's funny, yeah. I have a feeling I'm not gonna be a fan.
Oliver: Felicity... you're remarkable.
Felicity Smoak: Thank you for remarking on it.
Tommy: Merry Christmas, sir. How are you?
Quentin: Proficient with firearms.
Laurel: Tommy, do you mind if I talk to Oliver for a minute?
Tommy: Yeah, I'll go grab us a couple of drinks. And drink them both.
Thea: You bailed on your party.
Oliver: It seemed like the right move. I mean, like you said, it... wasn't the best timing.
Thea: Okay, but when I was saying that, that was me being a bitch.
Moira: And you won't feel a thing then, will you? Thousands of innocent people wlll be dead, and you'll feel nothing.
Malcolm Merlyn: That's not true. I'll feel a sense of accomplishment.