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When I was a child,
my planet Krypton was dying.

I was sent to Earth
to protect my cousin.

But my pod got knocked off-course

and by the time I got here,

my cousin had already grown up
and become Superman.

I hid who I really was until one day,

when an accident forced me
to reveal myself to the world.

To most people, I'm a reporter
at CatCo Worldwide Media.

But in secret, I work with
my adoptive sister for the DEO

to protect my city from alien life

and anyone else
that means to cause it harm.

I am Supergirl.

Previously on
Supergirl...

When Superman put Lex in jail
I vowed to take back my family's company.

Make it a force for good.

I am taking a leave of absence from CatCo.

I'm the new Cat.

Snapper Carr, meet Kara Danvers.

Snapper will be running
the investigative team

at CatCo Magazine.

He landed on Earth last night
in a Kryptonian pod.

We don't know who he is.

So when you wake up, I'll be here for you.

Hold it right there!

Don't move!

Stop!

Freeze!

I sure picked the wrong time to get rid
of all my Kryptonite. You all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Just a little shaken. Where is he?

- He disappeared into the city.
- Which is just what I don't need.

A rogue Kryptonian on the loose
just as the President is due for a visit.

Wait, the President is coming here?

Yeah, she wants to tour the DEO

while she's in National City
to sign the Alien Amnesty Act.

It's amazing, an executive order
allowing aliens on Earth

to come out of the shadows
and live as full citizens.

She's making history.

Not in my book.
I think she's making a big mistake.

How can you of all people say that?

Because it's been my hard experience
that humans and aliens don't mix.

- What about you and me?
- What about us?

We can look like them. We blend in.
A lot of aliens can't.

And people in this world don't have much
tolerance for others who look different.

I say that as an alien and someone who's
worn the face of a black man for 15 years.

J'onn's right.

I can count the number
of good aliens I know on one hand

with two fingers to spare.

Well, I'm just glad the President
doesn't see things the way you two do.

Well, you be sure to tell her that
when you meet her.

What?

She expects
National City's highest-profile alien

to greet her on the tarmac.

I'm meeting the President?

Unless you're too nervous to do so.

Nervous? No.

Me? I'm not. No, I'm not nervous.

No. Nervous? Yeah, yes!
Yeah, I'm really nervous.

I'm nervous... It's the President.

You'll be representing
this entire organization.

- I expect you'll be professional.
- Yes.

And for the record,
she's the one who's lucky to meet you.

Thanks.

- Should I get a blowout?
- Oh, dear God.

What?

Welcome, guys,

to an editorial meeting
for the history books.

I truly believe, one day,
we'll stand in front of our kids

and tell them where we were

when the President stood up
for all individuals' rights,

regardless of birth planet.

So we need a banner headline. Thoughts?

We're going to stand here
and pitch headlines?

Well, that's kind of
how it goes around here, Snapper.

You don't come up
with a headline first, Olsen.

You go on the street first,
find a news peg.

The headline comes second.

Well, Cat Grant...

Puff Princess did it this way.

Put the cart before the horse.
You've said that already.

Are you gonna be a pale carbon copy
of your former boss,

or are you gonna be a hard news man,
make your own mark?

Okay, um...
Let's take a pause on the headline, then.

Our first priority is to get
an exclusive with the President.

Everything else today is icing.

I'd say,
everything else is bread and butter.

Scope, call the AFL
for response to the bill.

Do the unions fear legal aliens are gonna
flood the labor market, lower wages?

How does the American worker feel
about competing for jobs with aliens?

- Fine, great. So next...
- Addison on the CDC.

What bacterial diseases are
these aliens bringing from other planets?

What medical protocols are in place?

Morris, you do the human-interest piece.
Interplanetary marriage.

Get quotes from priests,
rabbis, Mormons, Unitarians.

- As for the POTUS interview...
- Danvers is on that.

Danvers is a rookie.
We need someone hard-hitting.

Believe me, she is hard-hitting.

Trust me, I can pack a punch
like you would not believe.

Plus, I may or may not be running
into the President later.

Parker, you get POTUS.
Danvers, you get Lena Luthor.

Her brother is infamous
for his anti-alien sentiments.

The desk needs all your copy by noon.

And if you want to keep your credentials,
it better be clean.

Ah, sorry, I've got to go.

Supergirl's meeting the President.
No biggie.

- It's pretty awesome, right?
- Do you know her?

No. No, not yet,

but I'm pretty sure we'll be cool,
you know? Right?

- Oh, my God.
- Go!

Watch out!

- So where's the President now?
- They're taking her back to the DEO.

She was so nice and grateful,
and she called me Supergirl.

- That is your name.
- Well, yeah, I know that,

but when she says it,
it just sounds better.

"Supergirl."

How did anyone even vote
for that other guy?

When you're done fawning
over your new best friend,

the burn pattern is consistent
with a heat-vision signature.

Our escaped Kryptonian's been awake
six hours,

and the first thing he does is
try and kill the President?

Winn's working on tracking him.

In the meantime, let's gather
whatever evidence we can find.

Hey!

What the hell do you
think you're doing on my crime scene?

Anyone ever tell you
all you Feds sound the same?

It's like you all watch
the same bad movies together at Quantico.

Who are you?

Detective Maggie Sawyer,
NCPD Science Division.

We handle all cases involving aliens
and things that go bump in the night.

Showed you mine. Show me yours.

Alex Danvers, Secret service.

I'm sure you mean well, detective,
but this is a federal crime scene.

- You're contaminating my evidence.
- I'm contaminating it?

Your lackey over there is bagging
charred carpet and crispy limo

into the same Ziploc.

I thought the secret service
would pay closer attention to detail.

We have technology that makes your city PD
lab look like an Easy-Bake Oven.

And us dumb local cops would never deduce

that the President's assailant
was either Kryptonian or Infernian.

- Both species have heat vision.
- Thank you.

- We'll take it from here.
- The airport is within my jurisdiction.

Your jurisdiction ends
where I say it does.

See you around, Danvers.

Make sure you're bagging that up properly.

Welcome to the DEO, Madam President.

I'm surprised now that
your true identity is known to the world,

you don't live openly
as your Martian self.

I find looking human
makes people feel more comfortable.

Hopefully, my Alien Amnesty Act
will change that

for you and everyone else
from beyond the stars

that have made Earth their home.

I know the DEO's mission
is to hunt renegade aliens,

but that mission is going
to have to adapt.

- You disagree, Director?
- I do, Madame President.

There are aliens out there,
killers who wouldn't understand

the concept of the very rights
you're offering them.

Evil creatures who could
take advantage of your good will.

I imagine the very same
thing was once said about you,

J'onn J'onzz.

But someone gave you the benefit
of the doubt.

Isn't it time we paid that forward?

I can think of no better time
than the present

to extend our hand in friendship.

Even if that hand might get bitten off?

- One has to have hope.
- What if it's false hope?

It's hope, J'onn.

How can it be false?

Did you hear that?

That was like a legit quote.
People are going to quote her.

Okay, well, I have to go. I'm conducting
my very first interview as a reporter.

Just call me if she says
anything else cool, okay?

What do you think?

I think hope isn't going
to catch our would-be assassin.

- Ms. Luthor.
- Lena, please.

It's good to see you again, Ms. Danvers.

- Well, if I'm calling you Lena...
- Kara, it is.

Um, if you have a parking ticket,
I can have it validated for you.

Oh, no, no, no. That's fine. I flew here.

On a bus.

Well, I'm glad to see
you've decided to give reporting a shot.

- Oh!
- Although if you're on the same day

the President is in town

to sign her Alien Amnesty Act, then...

I must be here to ask the sister
of Earth's most notorious alien hater

her take
on the President's executive order.

I want to show you something.

- What is it?
- It's an alien detection device

that allows humans to find out
who among them is not truly one of them.

It's not market ready yet. I mean,
we're still developing the prototype.

But we aim to have this device in every
store in every town all across America.

- Has does it work?
- It's just a simple skin test.

Okay, let me show you
what a negative response looks like.

See? Right. Now you try.

But won't a device like this...

Doesn't it go against everything
America is supposed to stand for?

- Such as?
- Well,

freedom

against persecution, oppression.

America's always been
a country full of immigrants.

It's also always been a country of humans.

Just... Don't you think
this device will force aliens back

into the very shadows the President
is trying to shine a light on?

If aliens want to be citizens,
that's now their right.

But if humans wanna know

which of their fellow citizens
aren't actually one of them,

then that's their right, too.

I'm a business woman.
L-Corp is in the business of making money,

and this device is going
to make us a fortune.

Unlike my brother, I'm going
to do it for the good of the world.

So...

Right.

Um...

Here goes...

See?

- Works perfectly.
- Yeah.

- I found the missing Kryptonian.
- Where?

Uh, looks like an abandoned
warehouse in the Arts District.

Huh. I mean, it took some doing,

but I got the tracker on his DEO-issued
medical bracelet back online,

and I triangulated the location and...

You are already gone.

Hands where I can see them.

Fancy fire power for a Fed.

- Clear the warehouse.
- Don't bother. Your boy's gone.

How did you find this place?

I'm a detective, Agent Danvers. I detect.

I've heard stories of a black ops
anti-alien strike team.

Sounded like the boogeyman,
but here you stand.

You're DEO, aren't you?

Winn, we missed him. He could be anywhere.

What do you want?

I want to go home.

I know. I know what you're gonna say.
I should've waited for you.

No, I was gonna say,
"You should have waited for me, dummy."

What if he'd actually been there?
What would you have done?

My job.

Make smarter choices next time.

Yes, ma'am.

Danvers.

Want to see how us local cops
deal with aliens?

- You wanted to see me, boss?
- I have your article on Lena Luthor.

That was some scoop, huh?

"Lena Luthor's stated goal
is to repair the damage

"her brother did to the family name,

"but by branding an alien
detection device with the name 'Luthor, '

"she has forever tied
her company's destiny

- "to that of America's xenophobic right."
- Damn straight.

"Though shareholders may delight at
the financial prospects of such a device,

"there is little
for a concerned citizen to do

"but weep at the shameless fear-mongering

"to the country's immigrant-fearing
lowest common denominator."

I was really proud of that sentence.

What the hell is this?

It's what you wanted.

You said you wanted
Lena Luthor's take on aliens.

Well, here it is. She thinks
they should be ID'd like lepers.

I am not questioning the scoop.

What I'm questioning is
the clear slant in your reporting.

If I wanted your opinion on the news,
I would have assigned you to Op-Ed.

So I shouldn't report truthfully?

There is a difference between
truthful reporting and bias reporting.

This is oversaturated
with your pro-alien slant.

Facts, Ms. Danvers.
Who? What? When? Where? Why?

Nothing I wrote was inaccurate.
That device is bad, objectively bad.

That's up for the reader to decide.

Rewrite it. Next time,
keep your personal feelings to yourself.

Now I know why they call him Snapper.

Sometimes, I really miss Ms. Grant.

- I didn't mean... I'm sorry, James.
- No, I get it.

I miss her, too.
I mean Ms. Grant would've never let

that arrogant fast-talking little man
hijack her meeting.

No, no.

She would've destroyed him
with one withering gaze,

but how did she even do that?

James. James, she picked you.

Do you think Cat Grant would've handed
over her entire company

to someone she didn't truly believe in?

Don't be the boss Cat was.
Be the boss you want to be.

That's why she put you in charge,
to do things your own way.

- Thanks, Kara.
- Always.

Nice ride.

Got a Triumph Bonneville T100
at home myself.

What are we doing here?

I thought I'd buy you a drink.

"Dollywood."

- Two beers, Darla.
- Coming up, Mags.

So this is your big hook-up? A dive bar.

Things aren't always
what they appear, Danvers.

Look around. What do you see?

People who've made
questionable life choices.

Look closer.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, easy.

- What the hell is this place?
- It's a safe haven.

A place for off-worlders to hang out,
have a drink.

Not feel so alone for a minute.

So this is where
you get all your information

about the alien populace in National City.

They also make a mean peach mojito.

You moved on quick.

- That waitress, is she Roltikkon?
- Yes, she is.

I've read Roltikkon can form telepathic
connections by making physical contact

with the dorsum of the tongue.

How do you think she learned English?
She's my ex.

Oh.

I don't strictly date aliens,
for the record,

though I do like them
more than most humans.

Why?

I can relate to them, I guess.

Growing up a non-white, non-straight girl
in Blue Springs, Nebraska,

I might as well have been from Mars.

I was an outcast, and I felt like it.

Our alien neighbors, they're no different.

Most of them are hardworking immigrants
or refugees just trying to get by.

They have to hide who they are
in order to survive.

I can sympathize with that.

Who's your pretty friend, Maggie?

Careful, she likes shooting aliens.

Meh. A few of us deserve it.

I need some info.
We're looking for a Kryptonian.

Fresh in town,
about six feet, brown hair, gray eyes.

May have seen someone
who fit that description.

Get to the good stuff.
The President's life is in danger.

She's not my President.

All right, easy.

He seemed lost, confused.

- Do you know where he is or not?
- No.

But he was asking
about space vectors, star coordinates,

- deep space transmissions.
- Why?

- He was trying to send out a signal.
- What kind of signal?

"ET phone home."

Excuse you.

And I just finished
cataloging the seven lost tomes

of the Delvarian home world.

So yay me.

- Hey, how's your article coming?
- Awful.

Oh. Uh, there's no "K" in diabolical.

I don't know
how to stay emotionally neutral

when I'm writing something
I'm passionate about.

I have passion, Winn, a lot of it.

Yeah, I know.
Passion is great for being a super-hero.

Yeah, but not for being a reporter?

Winn, can you scan the city

for any pan orbital transmissions
heading into space?

Yeah, I can.

Whoa, whoa. Check it.
Deep space signal. Loud and clear.

Where is it broadcasting from?

The Mount Pride Observatory.

And that's where
we will find our alien John Doe.

Wait. How'd you figure that out?

It's a long story.

He must be trying to contact Krypton.
He doesn't know it was destroyed.

Actually, no, he did not dial Krypton.

Where is the signal going to, then?

Well, according
to these very cool DEO star charts,

he beamed a signal directly
at a planet called,

uh... Dax... Daxam.

- Any response?
- No.

- I don't wanna hurt anyone.
- Sure you don't.

Stay down, Daxamite.

- You know where I'm from?
- Yup.

And you should have stayed there.

So our mystery alien is from Daxam.

I've never heard of Daxam.

It's a sister world to Krypton.

Both capable of sustaining life,
both orbiting the same sun.

You've never mentioned it before.

Do the Hatfields mention the McCoys?

I take it your planets didn't get along.

Hundreds of years ago, Krypton and Daxam
fought a bloody war to a stalemate.

Thousands of lives were lost on both sides
because of a pointless war Daxam started.

What were you fighting about?

Krypton was a democracy, a world
of explorers, philosophers, scientists,

and Daxam was a monarchy

with kings and queens
who ruled a population of hoodlums.

We had a saying on Krypton for Daxamites.

"May tex kolar Daxam."

And that means?

Nothing I can repeat in English.

So, if Daxamites are as bad
as you just apparently said they were,

then it's no wonder this guy is trying
to kill the President, right?

Still doesn't explain why.

- I'll ask him.
- No.

No, I'll do it.

Better get used to that view.

You're going to be
in that cell for a long time.

Well, that was quite the first impression
you made on Earth, Daxamite.

Do you always introduce yourself
by trying to kill heads of state?

How did you find yourself
in a Kryptonian pod?

Do you have anything to say for yourself?

Anything?

Do they have Zakkarian ale on this planet?

'Cause I could really use
some Zakkarian ale.

It's been my experience
that most of life's problems go away

if you bring Zakkarian ale to the table.

You're not getting anything.

Is it because I didn't say, "Please"?

'Cause you know on some worlds "please"
isn't even, you know, that big of a thing.

Is this not one of those worlds?

Not surprised you would
make a joke of this.

Your entire race thinks
of nothing but themselves.

You would know all about my race,
wouldn't you, Kryptonian?

Judging by that self-righteous glyph
on your chest.

Hey, so shouldn't you already
have all the answers?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, I know how your people
feel about us.

High-and-mighty, enlightened Krypton,

looking down on us lowly peasants ever
since you attacked us with no provocation.

We attacked you? Is that...

Why did you send a broadcast to Daxam?

- It was a distress call.
- Why were you sending a distress call?

Because I'm in distress.

Okay? I'm not here by choice.

I'm just letting my people know I'm alive.

Okay, so if you're marooned
on this planet,

why are you trying to kill the President?

Sorry, what's a... What's a Presibent?

If you thought I punched hard before,
wait till you see me when I'm angry.

Hey, I didn't come here to kill anyone!

Good, because you never will.

Tsk.

Right, and you've already
made up your mind about me,

so it seems kind of pointless
to keep talking to you.

Bye-bye, Your Highness.

Oh, that's better.

Oh, hey, I could really use
that Zakkarian ale though.

Just give a think on it.

You didn't tell him
what happened to Daxam.

No, I didn't.

Thank you.

Hi, I'm sorry to drop in unannounced.

I just got the message
you wanted to see me.

Those flowers are beautiful.

They're called plumerias.
They're pretty rare.

They remind me of my mother.

- Was your mother a writer, too?
- No, she was, um, I guess,

sort of a lawyer.

Well, you have a natural gift with words.

The article's amazing.

Yeah, I knew you'd make a great reporter,

but after I heard
your bleeding heart, pro-alien views,

I was afraid you'd do a hatchet job on me.

Oh, I tried.

I tried. I wrote
a scathing article about your device.

- And?
- And my boss tossed it.

He made me re-do it.

Oh. Well, that explains it.

The funny thing is, I'm glad he did.

I mean, not at first,

but some things happened
that made me re-think my position.

Do tell.

I still think Alien Amnesty
is a good thing,

but there are bad aliens out there.

Well, I'm glad you can see it
from my point of view.

You know, when I was first adopted
by the Luthors, I adored Lex.

When he showed his true colors,
I was crushed.

I tried everything to reach him,
to bring him back to the side of good,

but it was no use. I'd lost him.

Finally, I realized
that some people are just bad.

There's nothing you can do to change that,
but you can learn to protect yourself.

Yeah.

- Does it all look okay?
- All clear.

With our wayward Daxamite locked up,
I don't think we'll have any problems.

The President must be relieved
you got the alien trying to kill her.

Thank you again for all your help.

Where is he now?
Some black site he'll never return from?

Someplace where he will never
be able to hurt anyone ever again.

My fellow Americans,

over a century ago, this nation erected
a monument in New York Harbor.

A Statue of Liberty.

That Statue looked down upon Ellis Island,

where thousands of immigrants
came to seek refuge

from a home country that didn't want them,
that wouldn't have them.

But America took them in.

That is our story.

The American people today
stand as one with history.

No longer will our alien visitors
be strangers,

committed to the shadows,

forced to the fringes
of a hostile and unwelcoming world.

They will be granted the full rights
and privileges of American citizens.

The Statue of Liberty
will stand for aliens, too.

And now, if, uh...

If someone would just hand me a pen...

Thank you very much. Here we go.

History.

Madam President.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Put them out, or I'll put you out.

- Are you okay?
- Are you okay?

Where's Maggie?

So the attacker was not
our Daxamite prisoner, after all.

No.

No, this is all my fault.

And now Detective Sawyer is missing.

You can't blame yourself.
We all missed it.

No, but if I hadn't been
so blinded by how I felt about Daxam,

we could have been out there
searching for the real assassin.

But I let my guard down,
and the President almost died as a result.

The President!
That's like misdemeanor treason!

Courtesy of the White House Press Corps
in attendance at the signing.

Do we have an ID on the attacker?

No. But I recognized her.

From where?

I need information.

And I need the new Apple TV.

That woman,
she tried to kill the President.

Never seen her.

I saw her in here the other day.

- Who is she?
- Don't know.

Of course, a couple hundred
might jog my memory.

Is your memory good now,
or does it need more jogging?

You're crazy.

That woman kidnapped Maggie Sawyer,

a woman who risks her life
every day fighting for your rights.

She cares about what happens to you.
The least you can do is return the favor.

I know her.
She hangs out down by the foundry.

Thanks.

I've seen you around.

Yeah, you're the little alien groupie.

Right?
Always sticking your nose in our business.

Anyone ever tell you
how pathetic that makes you look?

I care about the community,

- humans and aliens both.
- Hmm.

I don't know why you want
to kill the President,

but there's always a better way.

For humans, maybe.

But we don't really have
the same rights, do we?

Isn't that what Alien Amnesty is about?
Equal rights?

No.

No, no, no.

It's about voluntarily
revealing ourselves like fools.

So you know where we live,
who we are, what we can do.

"Amnesty" is just another mask
to disguise registration.

That's a pretty cynical opinion.

Well, if it isn't
the President's little pet alien.

- You're a traitor to your people.
- It's not us against them.

Not yet, maybe.

But I've been to half a dozen planets
just like this one,

and you want to know
what they all have in common?

The locals lock away
anything that they think is different.

Out of prejudice, out of fear.

There's a reason
that you hide your identity, Supergirl.

And it's because
the humans can't be trusted.

No, it's because
criminals like you can't be trusted.

Let's see how super you really are!

What's wrong? Can't take the heat? Huh?

Where are you, humans?

- Get the gun, and get out.
- Wait. Don't.

Right here, Red Hot!

Oh.

You guys are fun.

Our banner will read,

"Supergirl defeats extremist alien,
saving the day."

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Dictating the headline
after we went out and got the news peg.

- Got a problem with that?
- Not that.

Did you tell someone to kill
the first graph on my story?

No, I didn't tell someone to do that.

I rewrote the piece myself.

What?

You can't just rewrite my piece.

Actually, Snapper, I can,
'cause I'm your boss.

Doesn't feel good to have somebody
encroach on your job, does it?

This is outrageous.

I have complete control
of editorial content.

No. No, you don't. I do.

- Then I'll walk.
- Get to walking.

All right, Olsen, what do you want?

What I want is
a newsroom governed by respect.

You stay out of my lane,
I'll stay out of yours.

Fair enough.

Nicely done, boss.

This place is sick,
like "James Bond bad guy hideout" sick.

Yeah, we have our moments.

Minor first degree burn
and a bruised collar bone.

You should be fine in a few days.

Gee, I didn't think you cared.

Yeah, well...

I'm just kidding.
I owe you big. You saved my life.

Happy to.

You did something for me, too, you know.

I've been hunting aliens for so long

that I never really stopped to consider

that maybe
they weren't all hostiles to be caged.

You know,
I don't really do well with partners,

but I think we made a pretty good team.

Yeah, I guess we did.

You should really get some rest.

- You can stay here if you want.
- No, I can't.

What, you've got a hot date or something?

Actually, I do, and I don't want
to leave the lady waiting, so...

See you around, Danvers.

Hmm.

So does everyone in this world have
super powers, or is it just us?

Uh, what's going on?

Thought I was a dangerous killer.

I don't know you at all.

And it was a mistake of me to misjudge
you just because you're from Daxam.

You didn't try to kill the President,
and I apologize for assuming you did.

My name is Kara Zor-El. I'm from Krypton.

And like you,
I am a refugee on this planet.

Earth.

My name is Mon-El.

So, uh, what now?

Can you help me get in touch
with my home world?

Uh...

You might want to sit down.
There's something I have to tell you.

When Krypton was destroyed,
the debris showered onto Daxam.

Yeah, I know.
That's why I got out of there in a hurry.

Some of the larger masses
struck Daxam's moon,

disrupting the gravitational force
of the planet.

Wait. What are you saying?

Daxam is still there,
but it was ravaged by solar storms.

It's a wasteland now.

Your home,

my home,

they're, uh...

They're gone.

And a very personal thank you
to both of you.

It was an honor,
Madam President. It was nothing.

And I still can't believe I got
to see Air Force One.

If you think that's cool,
you ought to see my other jet.

Madam President,
I am still wary of your policy.

It's not enough to defend the world,
J'onn. You need to live in it, too.

Could she be any cooler?

I suppose not.

I'm sorry. What can I get...

I can transform if that's...

No, I'm sorry. It's just...

Do I know you?

No, and my shift ended 10 minutes ago.

Darla over there will get you started.

Hey!

Who are you?

My name is M'gann M'orzz.

I'm the last daughter of Mars.