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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.

And so I hid my powers,

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

To most people
I'm an assistant 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...

You may have powers,

but so do most of the Fort Rozz aliens.

They've also had time
to master their abilities.

Aunt Astra. You died.

I was a prisoner aboard Fort Rozz.

I made your father a promise,

that I would take care of his daughter.

My name is J'onn J'onzz.

Astra.

My dear niece.

Did you really think this was over?

Why doesn't Kryptonite hurt you?

Kryptonite?

Is that what you call it?

It's just like any other
dangerous substance.

Shield yourself in the right materials
and it becomes harmless.

Afraid of a fair fight?

I don't want to fight you, Kara.

I've been blaming you
for things that happened a long--

Don't touch me!

Your mother always said
you had the heart of a hero.

I need for you to be a hero, Kara.

It's time for us to be a family again.

You're not my family.

- I know you hate me.
- Good.

We understand each other.

She's gone, General.

Astra's back and she's up to something.

And she has your Kryptonite knife.

You didn't get that back by any chance?

- I really like that knife.
- Wait a minute.

So the Kryptonite wasn't affecting her?

- How can that be?
- Oh, that's more awesome news.

She has created a suit that makes her
invulnerable to it.

That changes the game.

Why'd she attack you now,
after all this time?

She was recruiting me for her crazy cause,
whatever it is.

She said Earth needs both of us.

But according to the A.I. of my mother,

Astra's idea of helping people on Krypton
was blowing up government buildings, so...

She wants you off the board.

This could be the beginning
of what we've feared

since Fort Rozz first crashed on Earth,

a city-wide attack.

I'll head out now.

No, wait a minute.

You need at least a few hours of rest
to recover.

Now is not the time
to big sister me, okay?

You're no good to anyone if you
go out there weakened and she kills you.

Go home. Sleep.
Knock her on her ass another day.

Will you stop handling me?

- It's my job to stop her--
- No. It's not.

It's Hank's.

Tomorrow. Come in and we'll spar

to make sure you're ready, okay?

You two seem pretty chummy.

We were wrong about Hank.

He didn't have anything to do
with my dad's death.

- How do you know?
- Just... I do. Trust me.

Fine.

Ugh, I hope it's a slow day
at work tomorrow.

In what is being described
as a vicious cyber-attack,

Cat Grant, Founder and CEO
of Catco Worldwide Media, has been hacked.

Cat Grant has been
unavailable for comment, but how long--

So far, nobody's made any demands,
which leads us to think

that whoever did this
simply wanted to embarrass you.

Well...

Mission accomplished.

In the last hour alone,

the Daily Planet
has published my real age,

the fact that I have three
personal shoppers on-call at Barneys

and that I asked out
Idris Elba on a date and he said no.

His loss.

So, you're my lawyers.

Can't we just sue every outlet
that's publishing these e-mails?

We can try, but it's a process.

Imagine if someone dumped all of Lois
Lane's personal e-mails into your lap,

wouldn't you publish them?

Only if I wanted people to die of boredom.

Due respect, Ms. Grant,

you are the very public face of Catco.

The entire company's been embarrassed
by this incident.

Don't make it worse.

I am sure this is all going to blow over,
Ms. Grant.

What planet are you from?

Um...

This one.

Stories like this do not blow over.
They blow up.

Then you have to fight.

No matter what the lawyers say.

I would, but I don't know
who I'm fighting.

I need to get ahead of this.

Schedule a meeting with the board.

And also, go through
every single one of my e-mails

and flag anything
that can be used against me.

If there is something damning,

I want to find it before the world does.

All your e-mails? Like, ever?

I may need help.

Fine. Go. Wait.

Only people you trust on this one.

James Olsen and that handsome little
Hobbit who has more cardigans than you do.

Here are Ms. Grant's e-mails
from the server, printed out.

Ugh! So much evil
in three-hole punch form.

The Planet just posted
another batch of e-mails.

Oh, man, look what Cat is spending
every month on a haircut.

That's more than my rent.

- And she used the corporate jet--
- Which is hers!

To fly to Burning Man last year.

Gross. I know what happens there.

Okay, so James and I will read the e-mails

and, Winn, can you trace the hack?

No one knows the computer systems
better than you.

You speak the truth, Danvers.

But, uh, really, shouldn't we be, uh,
focusing on the whole,

"Psycho-Aunt-Astra's-
back-in-town-for-round-two" thing?

Is that true?

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, I know something before you do.

The DEO is handling that.

We're saving Ms. Grant.

Okay. I'll, uh, do some digging.

You're in my way.

I meant, excuse me.

- He's acting weird.
- He's being Winn.

Ever since he saw us hug--

Which was just a hug.

A friendly hug. We are friends who hug.

- Nothing more.
- Nothing more?

- Because you're with Lucy.
- Yeah, I'm with Lucy.

You didn't kill her.

You swore to me Alura's daughter
would convert to our cause or die.

It's not like you to fail
to keep a promise.

I told you, she's stronger
than we thought.

Was it her strength or your weakness?

You owe Alura nothing.
Certainly not her daughter's life.

Alura is not her mother.

She can be made to see reason.

I sometimes wonder
if any of the women in your family can.

You forget yourself, Lieutenant.

I am your general.

I have sworn my allegiance to you
in every way possible.

I obey your orders and your heart.

If you cannot bring yourself to kill her,

there is no shame and I do not judge.

But let me end her and be done with it.

Do not question my resolve, Non.

I will see this through.

I will die before I allow another world
to end when I could save it.

If you die, she dies.

And I always keep my promises, wife.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Why did you hesitate?

We're just training.

And you're my sister.

What if I wasn't?

What is going on with you?

Nothing. I don't want to talk about it.

I think you should let us handle this.

Don't give me that line
you've been giving me for months.

This isn't about being ready.

Astra is your family.

And I think, deep down,
whether you want to admit it or not,

you still care about her.

- I don't.
- Kara, this is war.

And to win a war,
sometimes the enemy has to die.

Now, can you look me in the eye
and tell me that you are prepared to kill?

Superman doesn't kill.

If that's your answer,
then you shouldn't fight her.

It won't come to that.

She has shown that
she's ready to kill you.

You have to be ready to do the same.

What do you remember about her?

What are you holding on to?

Nothing. It's gone.

Kara.

Aunt Astra! You got my message!

I would never lose track of my spy beacon.

Where have you been?

Mother said you were never coming back.

Are you in trouble?

We all are, little one.

Why? Tell me.

No one else will tell me.

Krypton is dying.

Our core is unstable.

It has been for a long time because of
how we've harnessed it for power.

We became greedy.

And now the oceans have changed,
and the weather.

I'm trying to get people to stop

and see what they're doing,

and in doing so,
I've had to do some difficult things.

Is that why
Mother won't say your name anymore?

I would do anything to save us.

To save you, Kara.

But it isn't safe here for me anymore.
I have to go away again.

But I didn't wanna leave
without saying goodbye.

Please don't leave.

I couldn't love a daughter more than if
Rao had granted me a child of my own.

Kara, leave us.

- Mother--
- Now, Kara.

Hey, everything okay?

Fine. Any luck tracing the hack?

Uh, not yet.

I helped build Catco's firewalls,

and so far, there's no signs
of any malware or overrides,

- nothing is out of place.
- Okay, what about Ms. Grant's e-mails?

- All over the map.
- How bad is it?

I mean, I'm compiling a master list
but it's always this strange, weird stuff

like the fact that Cat invested in
Jekyll and Hyde, the musical.

I still maintain that
it was an excellent score.

That she sent in an audition tape
to be on Undercover Boss?

Years ago, and only because
Anderson Cooper dared me to.

And there are 317 e-mails
referring to Lois Lane as a...

Oh, please. I call her that to her face
and worse.

- Is that it?
- For the moment.

Well, if that's the worst people
might read about me, then I'm golden.

The factoids couldn't be more benign.

The board has to understand
that people get hacked.

It happens.

In some circles, it's a badge of honor.

It was bound to happen
to one of us eventually,

and in a way, thank God it was me.

This hack is painting
a rather unflattering picture of you, Cat.

You don't build a company like Catco
by being a wallflower

and not having an opinion
and a strong point of view.

Yes, but devil's advocate here--

I, uh, I agree with Cat.

I think we should follow her lead on this.

Oh, thank you, Dirk.

And
about that one e-mail...

The one where you said I was the walking
personification of white male privilege?

Mmm.

Well, obviously you're more of an ally
than I thought.

Maybe you could take a sabbatical.

Put some distance between
you and the company?

My company, you mean?

I don't think, at this point,
that's necessary.

I mean, if there is a smoking gun,
the press has yet to find it.

Maybe they never will.

No, I, uh, trust Cat's judgment.

Besides, if, uh,
well, if things get too hot,

I'm sure that you'll be the first one
to step away. Right, Cat?

Absolutely.

Ms. Grant? Did it go well?

They all smell blood in the water.

Keep going through my e-mails.
No stone unturned.

Whatever the press turns up, Dirk
Armstrong is going to pounce all over it.

He's as two-faced as they come.

Oh, we have opened the floodgates

and the press is gonna do the rest.

I think she'll be out
by the end of the week.

- Oh, my gosh.
- What?

I forgot to put your lunch order in.

Does Cobb salad sound good?

Delish.

It was Dirk Armstrong,
chairman of the board.

He hired someone to hack Ms. Grant.

- How do you know that?
- I overheard him after the board meeting,

talking about setting up Ms. Grant
for a fall.

You overheard him?

Yes, with my alien ears.

Okay, um, if the hack was ordered
by someone inside Catco,

that's gonna be a lot harder to trace.

So we have to find proof.

We should talk to Catco's lawyers
if you really suspect Armstrong.

No, we can't trust them,
they could be working with Armstrong.

But we do know someone
who has a legal background

who might be able to help us.

Don't we, James?

And this is a completely
hypothetical situation?

Right, because, you know,
if we were actually planning

on going after the, uh,
chairman of the board

of the company that we all work at,

that would just be insanity.

Full-blown, career-ending insanity.

Can we get a warrant to
search Mr. Armstrong's office?

You need something like a paper trail

in which Armstrong directly references
conspiring against Cat.

Now, so let's say we get that proof.

Then can we stop him?
Can we get him fired?

If you can prove Armstrong is
colluding against Cat, his CEO,

then we're talking corporate wrongdoing.

Forget fired, you could get him arrested.

Thank you, Lucy.

But go after Armstrong
without hard evidence,

and this is my expert legal advice,

you'd be making things a lot worse
for your boss.

An unknown woman
hovering over Catco Plaza,

with, it seems,
the same powers as Supergirl.

Does she mean us harm?
Should we be concerned?

You, um, you have the thing, Kara,
that you asked me to remind you about.

- Yeah.
- Don't worry about us.

We'll keep working on this.

I saw it.

She's calling you out, Kara.
You don't have to go.

You know I do.

Astra!

- No bodyguards?
- No knife.

No armor. No one besides you and me.

Will you talk to me now?

You can't say it's not fair.

We're done with fair.

Again.

Just like Alura.

She was a better woman
than you'll ever be.

- She was a murderer.
- Liar.

Oh, she called me a liar, too. She had to.

Had to make someone else responsible
for her deception.

And cruelty. And weakness.

Her only weakness was letting you live!

- Here.
- Containment, now.

We'll call you when she wakes up.

Don't. She can rot.

First of all, I am very happy
that your aunt didn't murder you.

Thanks, Winn.

And second,

I got a plan to get Armstrong.

Actually, couldn't be easier.

All I gotta do is plant this little device
on Armstrong's computer,

and then I'll be able to access,
remotely and discreetly,

all of his files.

So how do we get it on the computer?

Um, well, um... One of us is going to have
to go over there and do it.

I'm gonna have to be
running point at my keyboard.

And, well, I figured that
Kara should be on lookout.

She's got the X-Ray vision.

Oh! So I'm the one who gets arrested
if this doesn't work out.

- James, you don't have to.
- No. It's all good.

Okay. How do I do this?

Yes. Okay, so once we're in Dirk's office,
we're gonna need a distraction.

Dirk Armstrong's office.

Uh, yeah,
Mr. Armstrong's Maserati is on fire.

Armstrong's on the move.

Not the Maserati.

Not the Mas. Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

James, you have approximately 90 seconds
to get in and out

before Armstrong returns.

Okay, I'm in.

Guys, we got a problem.

The computer is plastic.

Dude, that's okay. You just, just
pry open the monitor's cooling vent

and attach the bug to the inner wiring.

What is the point of
having all these muscles

if you can't open
a stupid little plastic box?

Winn.

- I got it.
- And downloading.

Yes!

God, I'm enjoying corporate espionage,
like, a little too much.

James, hurry, Armstrong is close.

I'm going to heat-vision the sprinklers,
set off the fire alarm.

Or jump out the window
and I'll catch you.

No. No. I got this.

But he's going to see you.

Mr. Olsen?

Curious.

Catco's art director

stopping by its chairman of the board's
office unannounced,

on what is, no doubt, Catco's worst day?

I wouldn't say that
it's Catco's worst day.

I'd say it's Cat Grant's.

It may get hard to draw that distinction.

I agree,

except for the fact that Catco is bigger
than just one person, even Cat Grant.

And if she implodes
and the board has to make some changes,

I'd just like you to know,
you have my full support.

Of course, none of us
want this to happen.

No, of course not.

But, should it become unavoidable,

the board appreciates
having you in its corner.

Everything okay?

Astra's awake.

I told you I don't care.

She said she'll only talk to you.

I'm glad you're here.

I'm glad you're back in a cell.

You fought well.

You have two minutes.

You still have it?

It's time you knew everything, Kara.

When I went on the run,
I took this with me.

I would hold it in my hand
to remind myself

of why I was turning my back on my family,

and betraying the high council.

It would all be worth it if you survived.

Oh, because you cared about me?

Did you care about the people
you and your fanatic husband killed?

We did what we had to do.

Alura is the one with blood on her hands.

My mother was the best woman
who ever lived.

Tell that to those of us who were thrown
into that nightmare prison.

I think you went crazy in Fort Rozz.

I think you stared into
miles of pitch black space

until everything good inside of you died.

Do you wanna know how she caught me?

That day in your room.

Was it your idea
to message me with the spy beacon,

or was it Alura's?

How could you have done this?

You've gone against everything
our people hold dear.

Our people will be dead in a year

if they continue treating our world
like an inexhaustible playground.

- You killed a guard.
- Non did.

It was an unfortunate necessity.

Come home with me, Astra.

I can plead your case
in front of the high counsel.

Non will go to prison for life,

but your sentence could be commuted.

What do I care about prison?
We are dying, Alura!

All of us!

Kara is dying. I will not let that happen.

I don't care how many laws
I have to break.

We used to be on the same side, sister.

We can be again.

I cannot be part of your designs.

Then I am sorry.

Not as sorry as I am.

No. Don't do this.

I have to.

I can't let you hurt anyone.

I don't remember that.

Your mother signed the death warrants of
our entire race and she used you to do it.

- I don't believe you.
- Yes, you do.

Much like Krypton, this planet is on the
verge of ecological destruction.

I can stop it.

But the humans won't like my methods.

That's why I need you. They trust you.

Together we can save them.

You're never gonna leave this cell.

I am begging you.

Please help me.

Kara!

I love you.

Wait. Did you use me
to get Astra arrested?

- Hello, Kara.
- Don't say my name right now.

Did you use me
to draw Astra out of hiding?

Yes.

How could you do that?

Astra had broken the law.

You were the only person
she trusted enough to meet.

- It was necessary.
- Could she have saved us?

- She was a criminal.
- But was she right?

I am not programmed to
give you that information.

Tell me!

I'm sorry, I am not programmed
to give you that information.

You let everyone that I love die!

You left me! You left me alone!

You sent me away! How could you do that?

I am not programmed--

Hey, hey, hey.

It's not really her.

She lied to me.

Kara, that wasn't your mom.

Look, you don't know what happened then.

Only what Astra is telling you now.

I know that Astra and I were both given
life sentences by my mother.

We didn't have a choice.

Kara...

- What happened?
- Are you okay? What'd she do?

- Was this Astra?
- Everything all right?

Please.
I don't want to talk about it.

Can we just...

Yeah, okay.

Uh, Dirk Armstrong's e-mail accounts,

and there are several,

um, are harder to crack
than Catco's, almost,

- so I'm just getting into it.
- Okay.

Anything else from Ms. Grant's e-mails?

Uh, more of the same.

Uh, well, no, actually,
there was this one e-mail from the bank,

um, asking for Cat's electronic signature

so they could approve a wire transfer into
an account belonging to an Adam Foster.

Who's Adam Foster?

According to some Internet sleuthing,
he's 24,

he lives in Opal City.

Cat makes monthly payments
into his personal account.

Yeah, almost as if Cat is, you know,
keeping him on the side.

Wait. So you think that I am supporting,
what, a rent-boy?

- No.
- If I wanted to have sex with a beach boy

I'd still be sleeping with John Stamos.

Do you really think
that I need to pay for it?

No, of course I don't. The boys do--
Did.

I know better.

So if it's not a male escort--

I have no idea.

But when Winn mentioned Opal City,

I remembered how
when I sent out your Christmas cards,

there's one addressed
to an A. Foster in Opal City.

Damn it.

Who's A. Foster, Ms. Grant?

Adam Foster is my son.

My oldest.

His father is somebody who
I hadn't dated very long.

I didn't know him very well.
He's not Carter's father.

Adam was just one of those things

that I hadn't planned on
when I was building Catco.

My ex told me that
I didn't care about my son,

that all I cared about was my business,

and why should either of them
stick around?

- Was that true?
- I don't know.

I sued for custody.

I hired a powerhouse attorney

and I threw everything I had at him,

but I lost.

You tried. Sometimes all
you can do is try.

I didn't lose.

I quit.

I dropped the lawsuit.

I was working at Catco 24-7

and, well, I really did believe

that we would be in each other's lives.

So what happened? Did you just

send him off?

No. I did not just send him off.

You have no idea what that moment is like,

when you have to say to yourself,

"Maybe my child would be better off
without me."

I just know what it feels like
to wonder about a mother's choices.

Would you make
a different decision if you could go back?

I stopped asking myself that question
years ago.

Not being there for Adam
is my greatest regret.

And now, for all we know, somebody is
about to release it to the world.

Maybe you could talk to him.

Try and get him to understand.

No. After not speaking for so long,
I don't get to do that.

He's going to get hurt.

By me. Again.

But I will not allow him to end up

in the middle of a hideous media storm.

What?

What are you going to do?

I will negotiate
a graceful, lucrative exit.

And I will step down from Catco.

It seems Cat Grant's
silence regarding the Catco hack

is about to be broken.

But will today's press conference

be a victory for the magnate,
or a very sudden fall?

Are you sure you want to do this?

Well, like taxes, aging,

and participating in Martha Stewart's
annual Secret Santa,

this is something I have to do.

I don't know what I'm going to do
after this.

I don't know if there is anything
I can do.

I'm pretty sure you can do anything,
Ms. Grant.

Ker-rah.

Whatever comes next,

for what it's worth,

you always have a job with me
if you want it.

Shall we?

- Hey.
- What are you guys doing here?

Saving the day!

Take a look at this.

Where did you get this?

Uh, well...

It... You know, it's probably better
if we don't tell you, Ms. Grant.

From a legal standpoint.

I recognize three out of the four of you.

Uh, this is my girlfriend.

Lucy Lane.

- Lois Lane's kid sister?
- Yes.

Well, congratulations, you got the looks.

You launched this investigation of Dirk
because?

Because I overheard something
he said after the board...

Actually, uh, it was what you said,

about him, uh, smelling blood.

Mmm-hmm.

Ker-rah, stall the press.

And tell that walking personification
of white male privilege

to come to my office.

- Cat.
- Dirk.

I assume this is about your e-mails?

Oh, spare me, Dirk.
I know you're behind the hack.

I know you want to take over Catco.

And...

I have proof.

Yes, you lay out the whole plan.

Hack and embarrass me,

get me to take a break,
spearhead a hostile takeover.

You even have bullet points.

- You anal little--
- Okay, all right.

So your proof against me hacking you
is you hacking me?

My lawyers will have
a field day with that.

Yes.

Except, this e-mail was written on a
computer that was paid for by Catco.

It was sent using an e-mail account

that linked to Catco
regarding Catco business.

So that means, technically,
your e-mails are Catco's property.

Legally, they belong to me.

Oh, and just so you know
what's going on as we speak.

Catco Security, in conjunction
with National City Police,

they're seizing your computers,
your iPads, your mobile devices.

And as for you...

Gentlemen?

Make sure the press get plenty of pictures
of him being dragged out.

- You did it.
- We all did it.

Winn, I'm really sorry about before.

I didn't quite get it.

Get what?

How much you like Kara.

Oh... That's... no... I...

I mean... Yeah, of course I like her,

like, as a friend, and colleague,

and, you know,
my all-time favorite superhero.

- And--
- Winn, look, buddy, you were wrong before.

I'm not in your way.

If you have feelings for Kara,
you should tell her.

Yeah, but man, she is...

She's her, you know, and I'm me.

It's not so easy.

No, I mean, what if she doesn't...
I just...

You and your abs
wouldn't even understand that.

I understand that Kara is special.

And not just because of the cape.

She's the kind of girl
worth risking it all for.

Hey, man. If I were you, I'd risk it.

How's your sister?

Heartbroken.

She can't afford to be right now.

Something's not adding up.

I know.

Not a single alien's come
looking for Astra.

No, no, no, in the fight.

Astra beats Kara twice,

and then she loses spectacularly.

Something's off

and I can't read Astra's mind
to find out why.

Kryptonians are impervious
to my telepathy,

which Superman finds hilarious.

You can read minds?

Another day, Alex.

Um...

- Wait a minute. Look.
- What should I be seeing?

Astra steps over Kara.

That is like the most open and weak stance
you can take.

Astra's a warrior. She'd know that.

She wanted to lose.

You let Supergirl beat you.

Your troops haven't come looking for you.

There's only one reason for that.
Those aren't their orders.

You wanted us distracted
while they carried out their real plan.

- What is it?
- Let me make something clear.

If I have to come in there
and beat it out of you, I will.

You're the one
who defeated the Hellgrammite.

I like you.

- But it's too late.
- For what?

To stop what's happening right now.

Mmm.

Oh, Ker-rah.

Another week, another crisis averted

thanks to you.

Mmm.

My secret weapon, my guardian angel.

It was nothing.

Oh, no. It was something.

It was something extraordinary.

You saved me from a potentially
very embarrassing situation with Adam.

- Well--
- You know, I was thinking,

about how you overheard Dirk
after the board meeting.

I was standing right next to you

and there is no way
that he was within earshot.

And then I was thinking
about the earthquake

and how you got sick
for the first time since I've known you.

And you had a broken arm,

and Supergirl mysteriously went MIA.

And then she came back,
and your cold was gone.

That's just a coincidence.

I was also thinking about Livewire.

About how when she attacked us,

you fled into the stairwell.

Because you asked me to.

Mmm. Yes.

But not two seconds later,
Supergirl shows up.

Another coincidence?

And let's not forget
that you took it personally

when I named her "Supergirl."

Sure, for...

For political reasons.

Do me a favor and take off your glasses.

My glass...

I...

I'd be blind without them.

I doubt that.

If you're not who I think you are,
what does it matter?

- Ms. Grant. I...
- Glasses,

or I take it as a confirmation.

Well...

Let me begin by saying thank you

for all the help that you've given me,

Supergirl.

Excuse me, I have to--

No, I'm sure it's very important.
You should go.

Alex, we have a huge problem.

Lord Technologies is under attack.

What do you know? It works.

You are a champion of this world?

I have my moments.

You have had your last.

Stop! Stay where you are!

Kill them all.

Go! Let's move!

You don't fight like a human.

Because I'm not.

You remember me, little girl?

You're Non.

Astra's husband.

To think that you're the last daughter of
the once great House of El.

You're gonna wish I'd died
with the rest of them!