When a young woman meets a violent death after partying at Verdant, Detective Lance and his new partner, Detective Hilton inform Oliver and Tommy that she was on the drug Vertigo. Oliver immediately pays a visit to the mental institution where The Count is locked up, but finds he is in no condition to deal drugs. However, when The Count escapes and Starling City is flooded with even more Vertigo-related violence, Oliver and Diggle make it their mission to track him down. After Detective Lance uncovers incriminating evidence against him, Tommy goes to great lengths to clear his name, and the fallout from his actions leads Tommy down a new, unexpected path. In a flashback to the island, Oliver recalls the lessons he learned from Slade and Shado.
Oliver: I like how we've gone from throwing money at clubs to catching it.
Tommy: Oh, having this much fun should be against the law.
Tommy: I thought the vigilante finished off the count.
Oliver: I did.
Quentin: Oh, you'll probably be shocked to know that I never went to medical school.
The Count: Here I was born, and there I died.
The Count: I remember you, the man in the hood. You are never far from my thoughts.
Diggle: Alright, a person of colour has successfully purchased your drugs.
Felicity: For the record, I offered.
Felicity: My only experience with drugs was an encounter with a pot brownie in my freshman year, by mistake.
Diggle: This is personal. Lawton is my problem to deal with.
Quentin: I am trying...
Laurel: To do your job? Ya, I know, and this is me doing mine.
Oliver: If the point of this is to make me feel like an idiot, it's working.
Shado: The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Felicity: There's a lunatic, high on vertigo, who's taken hostages, and you're makin' tea.
Oliver: This guy didn't fail the city, the city failed him. And so did I.
Tommy: So let me ask you a question, pal. What have I done in the last six months since you've been home that would leave you to believe that I would sell drugs?
Tommy: The next time you decide to think the worst of me, imagine what I now think of you.
The Count: Is there a name on the grave stone?
Oliver: What's next?
Shado: We teach you to shoot.
Laurel: Just soda. Did the bar tender forget the scotch?
Laurel: He has a name you know.
Quentin: Ya, I just can't seem to bring myself to use it. Baby steps.
Diggle: I've killed before, Oliver, it's just been a while.
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