Outside the restaurant, Oliver chases after Helena, who's being snotty about the whole situation. She points out that Laurel was the sister of the woman whose grave he used to manipulate her. And also, Laurel is clearly the love of his life! You know, it's her fault that Tommy and Laurel joined them. Anyway, she leaves. Oliver fumes.

Incidentally, Oliver dresses really well. I wonder if he needed to get all new tailored suits when he came back with his sleek, muscular, island-sculpted body.

After a commercial, Tommy knocks on Laurel's door to apologize. She lets him in but seems to be ignoring him. He says he's scared because he's almost thirty and has never had an ounce of responsibility. In contrast, she's a driven lawyer who gets things done. She says she never cared about his money; she just thinks that it's okay to ask a friend to help. Wait, he's almost 30 and was still living off the trust fund? She says she's there for him to lean on.

Oliver mopes in his green hoodie. Diggle appears so that Oliver can tell him he was right. They decide that the reason Oliver couldn't help Helena change is that she already changed when her fiancé died. Oliver says, "I looked into her eyes tonight and I can't stop her from going over the edge. She's already past it." Because she didn't like being at a table with you, Tommy and Laurel? It's always awkward being with a bunch of people who are all lifelong pals.

Four Triad goons are playing poker on their day off when Helena busts in and shoots three of them. The last one says something about digging two graves when you look for vengeance. She answers, "I don't speak Chinese, so I'm just gonna assume you said goodbye." Bang! I enjoyed that a lot. One of the other goons is still alive, so she tells him that Frank Bertinelli says hello.