Clark says that when he went to the apartment, he found a needle and a syringe. Don't those usually go together? Clark thinks Oliver's doing drugs. Lois automatically believes Clark. She says that it would explain all the times Oliver disappeared; she should have known. O ye of little faith. She says Oliver told her that Thanksgiving is a hard time of year for him and that he thinks about his dead parents. By the way, didn't last week's episode take place in the summer, or at least six weeks after Dark Thursday? And now it's Thanksgiving? Clark thinks Lois should avoid Oliver for now. Lois says that Oliver has a substance abuse problem, not leprosy. She says she won't abandon him when she's needed the most. Clark says Oliver's not himself right now and probably isn't someone Lois should be around. She tells Clark that that's the difference between her and Clark -- she doesn't desert people when they need help. Oh, shut up, Lois. How many times have Clark and MamaKent helped you out of a jam?
A dark laboratory with neon lighting. Some lab mice are crawling upside down in glass cages, which automatically makes them more interesting to me than a scene featuring Lois. A comely lady doctor wearing way too much makeup for lab work is writing on a chart instead of on, say, a laptop. "You're a miracle worker, doc," someone says, surprising her. She tells Oliver Queen that they need to talk. Oliver, wearing a nice suit jacket with his jeans, says they certainly do. He says that he was injured badly enough to use the "RL65." The luxury sedan? The brightly lit shelves next to LabLady make it look like she's standing in the supermarket aisle with the milk and eggs. Actually, maybe she is dealing with milk and eggs. Oliver says the RL65 works. Perfectly. He says he also cut his hand and after one injection, he was completely healed. That is one fine luxury sedan. LabLady says worriedly, "Well, don't take any more." Oliver says that last time he checked, she works for him. LabLady, furrowing her severe eyebrows, says that the lab mice have been exhibiting irrational cognitive behavior. More troubling, she says, is their violent tendencies. Have you ever seen a lab mouse shiv another lab mouse for some stale provolone? It's not pretty. Oliver says he's not a mouse (he's a man!) and he feels fine. Squeak! She asks if he's had any lapses in judgment. Well, he has been dating Lois. Case closed! She asks if he's had any outbursts of anger. GODDAMMIT, NO, YOU STUPID LAB WENCH! "Not really," Oliver hedges. He says, however, that he's starting to feel one coming on right now. She says that Oliver is risking psychosis to climb Mount Everest or jump out of his Lear Jet. Oliver says this isn't about recreation. He argues that they're on the verge of a medical breakthrough that could save countless lives. So selfless! He says that he's more than honored to be the guinea pig. He grabs some test tubes, which are under a boiling pot of green liquid. Oliver, with bags under his eyes, looks like Evil Tom Cruise. Or rather, Tom Cruise. "Trust me," says a clammy Oliver, "I can handle the occasional temper tantrum." The LabLady is so worried she blinks and stares off into space.