Thea is going out, and all she'll tell Oliver is that she's headed "Somewhere loud and smoky." She's getting drunk, not high. Oliver asks if this is what dad would want. Thea ramps up the snottiness: "Dead people don't want anything." She complains that all Oliver does is avoid mom, ignore Walter and judge her. "Don't wait up," she chirps, as she goes out.
Officer Dad (actually "Detective Lance" and sometimes "Grumpy Cop") talks to Somers in his warehouse office, who says he doesn't need police, although they got called in by one of his stevedores. And there's an arrow mark in the desk. And they found an arrow that fits in the mark. But Somers insists he doesn't need the cops around. Officer Dad warns him, "The man's a killer. And nothing and no one is gonna stop me from bringing him down." I'm kind of on his side, since Oliver's been kind of a jerk so far. Somers points out that Officer Dad's daughter is suing him, which doesn't make him necessarily trust the police's neutrality. So he threatens both Laurel and her father's life. Good idea! We apparently don't want to see what he gets capable of when he gets emotional.
Walter shows off the offices of Q Consolidated to Oliver. They've modernized supposedly, although the floor is green marble. Walter says they do biotech and clean energy there (the monsters!) and Oliver actively ignores him, choosing instead to ask a secretary to bring him a sparkling water. Moira (that's his mother; I'm using her name because this is a business context and it would be inappropriate to call her "Mom" here) asks him to sit. Walter says they're about to break ground for the Applied Sciences building. They want to name it after his father and give Oliver a "leadership position". He doesn't want it. He doesn't want to be reminded that he's Robert Queen's son. Then he's a jerk about how he didn't get an MBA on the island and his father's CFO now sleeps "down the hall from me." What a jerk! Although he makes a good point about how he didn't get a lot of business training on the island. He was a drunken, whoring wastrel who got marooned for five years. Does that really qualify you to run a big company? Because if it does, I'm willing to give it a try. Will I get to pick the island?