All language subtitles for Supergirl - 06x05 - Prom Night!.CAKES.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Previously on Supergirl...

The Phantom, he's a bloodhound.

If we can get our hands
on more of Kara's DNA...

Then he'll track her by instinct.

How are we gonna get more of Kara's DNA?

We can collect DNA from a
Kryptonian after a solar flare.

This is what my dreams
have been about.

If we wanna bring Kara home,
we have to go back in time...

to Midvale High.

Alex and Nia were right.

Behold, the May 25th, 2009
Midvale Weekly.

- Huh.
- The week of Midvale High's prom.

The same night
as the Aquarid meteor shower.

This is where we
need to go to save Supergirl?

Yeah, I was back
from Stanford on vacation.

I just dropped Kara off at the
school assembly hall for prom,

and, uh, with a jacket.

It was oddly cold that night,
and that's when the shower hit,

and then this giant meteor just came

bearing down and Kara flew up
and punched it out of the sky.

But the meteor had Kryptonite.

The impact was enough
to destroy the meteor,

but Kara got pretty hurt.
She fell through the roof of the gym.

- No one saw her?
- It was under construction,

and when I found her,
her hand was all cut up.

It was the first time
I ever saw her bleed.

How specifically do we get
to this place in time?

Well, based on my survey of
satellite imagery from 2009,

and the trajectory of the meteor,

I was able to predict
Kara's point of contact.

After running those figures
through 3D modeling,

I produced a rendering
of the debris field,

and by overlaying that with
geologic radiation emissions

of that same night, plus,
Kara's own biologic markers,

I was able to pinpoint the
exact location of Kara's DNA.

The high school's
baseball diamond center field.

Nia and I depart
after I gather my things.

Alex, what's this business about

"The luckiest town in America?"

When I left for college,
Kara and her boyfriend, Kenny,

appointed themselves
the town's Scooby-Duo.

They were saving cats from trees

and kids from wells, that sort of thing,

and the, uh, town
got quite the reputation.

I thought Kenny Li was killed
when you were in high school.

The sheriff was running a drug
ring, and he got caught up.

No, that's one of those
old-world, new-world differences.

In this world, Kenny never got killed.

That suggests there could
be other differences.

Maybe I should come with you.

Absolutely not!

As anyone who's seen Back to the
Future knows, in 2009, you or you,

could both run into your past selves,

and thereby disrupt
the continuum of space-time.

The only people who
can go on this mission

are Nia and myself.

Okay, fine.

But you're going to my past.

Don't mess it up.

"Don't mess it up."

Does this look messed up to you?

In 2009, I was 12.

Is this really what people wore to prom?

Yes, ergo, it is the perfect disguise

to allow us to chillax on our mission.

"Chillax" being a key 2009 phrase,

along with "flossy, totes,"

and of course, the immortal, "wassup!"

Oh, I forgot about "wassup."

My sister and I said it so much

that our mom made us write essays

on the etymology of the phrase
to prove how ridiculous it was.

I forgot about that.

Anyway, you're not looking
too chillaxed, Brainy.

- Hmm?
- You're stress eating again.

I'm not... I'm not...
I'm not stress eating. No.

I just... I never had breakfast.

So, you're not worried at all that
the last time you time traveled,

you missed the mark by 15,000 years?

It was 12,000 years.

All right, fine. Okay, yes, the...

Maybe the memory of my misstep
has compounded my stress,

leading to caloric consumption.

But I don't know what else to do.

Well, you're with me, and...
we're only going back a few years.

Nothing bad's gonna happen.

For Supergirl's sake, it can't.

Come on.

Oh, Sprock, I almost forgot.

The most important element
of our disguise.

The ultimate optical illusion.

- Off the dash, please.
- Sorry.

Targeting temporal wormhole

in three...

two, one.

"With its small town charm

and nearly non-existent crime,

Midvale is quickly becoming a top
place to live in the country."

Wow.

Where was this town
when I lived here full time?

Probably waiting for you to leave.

Burn!

Midvale College, one, Stanford, zero.

Oh, uh...

- Shake's ready. I'll be back.
- Okay.

So, Alex,

you still haven't explained why
you put off going to Europe.

And you still haven't told Kenny

about National City University.

I haven't decided.

Kara, you just got accepted
to the college of your dreams.

I know Midvale College is solid, but...

And it's also where Kenny and I've

been planning to go since last year.

I just... I just need to find
the right time to tell him.

So, you have decided
and haven't told him

- or you haven't decided, and...
- I don't know.

I haven't decided what I've decided.

Engine malfunction.

Four overheating...

Chocolate shake. Here you go.

Uh, thanks, but I just realized

- we're late for study group.
- Study group?

Study group. Right. Right.

You guys never do study... Wait.

Are you sneaking out to save something?

- No.
- No. What?

You promised me you'd stop
super-ing when I left.

Now, you're fidgeting like you do

- when you lie.
- Right.

Fine. We may have been helping the
local authorities now and then,

but no one knows that it's us.

"Luckiest town in America?"

Kara, you're the luck.

At least until you get caught
and you put Mom

and the rest of us in danger.

We'll stop...

after we check out whatever just
crashed at the baseball field.

- No. No way.
- I can fly there

without anybody seeing me. Trust me.

You are not flying anywhere.

I'm driving you.

Okay.

What was it?

Mm.

Tell me you can make
a non-fat double latte.

For a place calling itself
"the luckiest town in America,"

it is proving quite unlucky
when it comes to caffeine.

I drove three hours from Metropolis

to do a story
on this rube-filled wasteland.

I need coffee.

Stat.

- Tick-tock.
- Yes, ma'am.

Ugh.

Alex was right. It's freezing.

That means that climate change
wasn't real then.

Our time relay box is broken!

- What?
- It'll take days to fix!

Well, then we're in luck.
We're a day early.

Masquerade themed prom?

- Our disguises are useless.
- Brainy, it's okay.

No. We have to fix a component,
replace its missing dysprosium,

and on top of that, locate new costumes.

Brainy, you can do everything
you're talking about.

We have 24 hours. All we have to
worry about is not being seen.

Oh, my gosh.

Did you guys just come
out of that spaceship?

Kara?

Wassup?

Subtitle sync and corrections by
awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.

Y... you spoke English?

He said my name.

Are people from your planet psychic?

- Yes.
- Yeah, exactly.

Yes, we are.

- We're psychic aliens.
- Psychic aliens.

- Mm-hmm. Ah...
- From planet Psycon.

Why are you dressed like that?

- Well... um...
- Uh, well...

When visiting another planet,

we like to dress formally to...

- To show respect.
- To show respect.

But we will be changing...

- We'll be changing.
- ...right after we fix our ship.

Your ship's broken?

- No.
- Yes.

- Can I just have a minute with, uh, my...
- Just one.

My fellow Psyconian?

- Just...
- Stay frosty.

We'll be one moment.

So, these are the exact people

we are not supposed to be dealing with.

Yeah, um, but now,
we are dealing with them,

so, we have to figure out how

- to manage the situation.
- Okay.

So, the only management we need
is to get them out of here.

- We need to get out of here.
- What... what are you talking about?

We have to help them.

You just promised you'd stop
drawing attention to yourself.

If their ship is broken,
the least we can do is help fix it.

Even if it means endangering
everyone around you?

To be fair, they don't seem hostile.

I mean, look at how they're dressed.

We...

My name is Kara Zor-El.

This is Kenny and this is Alex.

Uh, this is... Brandon...

- and I'm Brenda.
- Yeah.

- We are Brandon and Brenda.
- Yep.

I am an alien, like you,

from the planet Krypton

and I came to Earth
after my planet was destroyed.

I... I want to help you.

- Thank you.
- That's great.

- But...
- Um...

You see, we were also fleeing

- a dying planet like you...
- Mm-hmm.

...and we were knocked off-course.

We only have one day to catch
up with our fellow travelers.

So, that leaves us with much to
do and very little time to do it.

Just tell us what you need.

We need to conceal
the evidence of our arrival,

fix numerous parts,

and lastly, locate a rare Earth
element called dysprosium.

Dysprosium?

That's one of those rare Earth elements

that your mom is studying at work.

There may be a dysprosium geode

in the college's Rare Earth Exhibit.

She's saying she can get it, so...

Wait.

It's at Midvale High. I'm en route.

Police?

Heading this way, fast.

You... you can't be found here.

We need to hide the ship.

Oh, uh... we could do Groundhog Day.

You have go-to plays?

You... you can stay with us.

If she stays with you guys,
he stays with me.

Okay! Okay, let's go.

- Come on.
- Here you go, bro.

Thank you.

Um, it's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

Just, um... chillax.

Ch...

Professor Tork,

I found another Kryptonian
like you asked.

- It's on the same planet, but...
- But?

Do we really wanna go after it?

I mean, that male in Metropolis
was a lot.

My zoo needs a new attraction, Mitch,

or we'll go out of business.

And if two Kryptonians
on the same planet

isn't a sign that I should take one...

then I don't know what is.

I've never met another
alien that wasn't Kara.

Do you always dress this formally?

Customarily, it's what we...

Kenny?

Mom. Look, I can explain.

Explain?

Explain why you ran in so fast,

I have to bring your dinner to you?

Right, um... I was
at a study session with Kara,

but you didn't have to bring me dinner.

It's no trouble.

Plus, I need to take a break
from doing the store books.

Don't worry about the books.

I'll, uh... I'll get them
done later tonight,

as soon as I finish my homework.

Thanks, Mom.

- Oh! My...
- No...

Pal, time is of the essence.

Totes. I'll be out of your hair
as soon as I locate your computer.

Bro, it's right here.

This is your best computer? You...

It's... Sprock. I'll make it work.

All right, next,
I need to find access to a 3D printer.

A 3D printer?

Yes, just basic. Nothing fancy.

Brandon, I don't know
what you have on Psycon,

but 3D printers aren't basic here.

Some aerospace companies

- might have them under...
- This is 2009.

Well, yeah.

Still, can't you use your ring to,
you know, Dumbledore something up?

No. What? No!

It's physically impossible to create
something out of nothing, Kenny.

Uh...

What if I can get you a something?

The building blocks of 3D printing

are an inkjet engine and ABS plastic.

- Right?
- That's correct.

We have all that stuff
at our school STEM lab.

Plus, on Friday, no one's really there.

Oh, we could sneak onto campus early,

and then we'd have
the run of the whole place.

That could work. Well planned.

Uh, glad I could help.

So, will you be eating all of this?

- Uh...
- Thank you.

- Thanks for this.
- It's nothing.

You said that you and Brandon
were fleeing a dying planet.

Does that mean

- your family, are they...
- Um...

My father was able to escape,

but my sister and I
don't really talk, and, um...

my mother passed away
before we had to flee.

I'm sorry.

I lost my mom, too.

But... this

was hers.

It's from Krypton.

I still remember what it was like there.

I still remember her.

I love my Earth family,

but it's not the same as being with
people who really understand you.

I know what you mean.

My powers are passed down
from mother to daughter,

but my mom died before she
could teach me how to use them.

I've been doing my best
without her guidance, but...

I am struggling.

You won't always feel that way.

It gets better.

Sometimes, I think

that if I could just call her,

and hear her voice,
I might be able to find

the confidence to keep going.

So, what can your powers do?

I mean, beyond letting you be
psychic and move the Earth?

I can conjure these bubbles

that are just about
as strong as anything.

Cool.

I can do this.

What are you doing?

Uh...

Showing each other what we can do.

Well, neither of you
are doing that tomorrow.

Kenny just texted.

He and Brandon are gonna be
working on fixing that box thing,

so, while he's doing that,
we're using Mom's ID

to slip into the college, where we
can get as much dysprosium as we can.

Then we part ways.

I understand.

You're all taking a big risk helping us.

I promise we'll be gone
as soon as we can.

Thank you.

Get some sleep.

Alex can be a control freak,

but you get used to it.

I'm sure I will.

Hello?

- Brenda.
- You're dressed!

Um... uh...

Is it go time?

You and I just need to be back
before my mom heads out for work.

Let's go.

Come on.

No one should bother you
so long as you keep the lights off.

Not to worry.
I once assembled something similar

on the planet Neuron,
which orbits a black hole,

so, talk about, uh... talk about dark.

This shouldn't be a problem.

That must be so cool,
having adventures like that.

It's so cool, man.

That's... that's what
I want to do, actually.

I mean, not, like,
be in space all the time, but...

to go around with Kara,
helping people.

She and I are staying local for
college to... to get better at it.

In fact, I, uh... I just made us a base.

- Base?
- Here on Earth,

we have this alien hero named Superman.

He lives in this secret bunker.

Oh.

Sounds ingenious.

Yeah, Kara kinda looks up to him.

I see.

So, uh, you built yourself
a bunker-in-training.

I'm gonna show it to her
after graduation.

I really, really hope she likes it.

Of course, she will.

There's nothing women like more
than physics well applied.

That and a modicum
of emotional vulnerability.

When I'm with Kara, I feel like...
like I could do anything.

Well...

It appears your positivity is catchy.

Nice.

Oh, uh...

- Well, I gotta get to my, um...
- Ah, not to fear.

I shall stay here
for the remaining minutes

to complete fabrication.

I don't know, man. With that print rate,

your fab looks like it's
gonna take remaining hours.

But, um... don't worry.

I'll be back for lunch.

Just don't open the door.

Or anything like that.

No, Perry, I don't have
anything to send yet,

because I've been here
less than 24 hours.

Yes, I am aware this is outside
the purview of my gossip column,

but as discussed,
I want to do real news.

Based on my research,
I believe there is some superbeing

behind the so-called miracles
in this town.

I'm going to find this being,
name them, and then,

do a story on them
that will blow Lois Lane

into the classified section.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have an interview...

as soon as I find someone to talk to.

Excuse me, Professor Danvers.

CJ Grant, Daily Planet.

I'm looking into some of the events
that have inspired this place

to be named
"the luckiest town in America."

Apparently, six months ago,
one of these phenomenons happened here.

Oh?

Yes, nearby construction
caused this column to dislodge

and nearly crash
onto a group of students.

But before it could,

the column seemingly flew back
into place, saving everyone.

Wow. Wow.

- Wow, that is amazing.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, that's the legend.
What I want is the truth.

As a professor, Dr. Danvers,
you must have heard something.

Your students can chime in, too.

Oh. Oh, actually, um, my students have

just a big, big project to get to.

Oh, right.

Still, still, I can say a few words.

Uh, I believe that we need
to look at the facts,

and the facts here,
suggest that nothing in Midvale

is worth finding.

Absolutely nothing.

Mm.

Every time I try to use
one of these things...

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

That is perfect.

You are the tenor
our Glee Club needs! Oh!

Come with me, now.

Unless there is another class
that I can escort you to?

Sprock.

There it is.

- It's locked.
- Here.

Brandon!

- Kenny.
- Brandon!

Dude! Wha...

- What's up, my dude?
- Where have you been?

I have been searching for you.

I thought we were keeping a low profile.

Key events sidelined that goal.

I left our STEM lab
in search of sustenance

and immediately got conscripted
by a Glee Club Spartan chief.

Needing to preserve
my student cover, I agreed.

But that led me to getting
recruited by your math league,

drama guild and... Coach Kripkey...

who's desperately in need
of someone who can switch hit.

Wow, that is a lot of exposure.

Yes and, given my status,
a risky venture, but necessary

in order to avoid unwanted attention,

or worse, a.m. detention
with Mrs. Gormley.

But still, I have to say,
it has been a revelation.

Are you familiar
with the emotion of stress?

I'm... I'm kind of feeling it right now.

Well, I have been
struggling with the emotion,

and yet, I have been
under the impression

that my only options were to
stress eat or not to stress eat.

But now, thanks to your school,

I see a cornucopia of approaches.

Math leaguers factor,
drama clubbers soliloquize,

and baseballers hit.

Dude, that is fantastic.

But now that you've seen all that,

do you, uh... do you maybe
want to get out of here?

Because if Alex finds out,
she's going to flip.

True.

Okay. But how do I exfiltrate?
I am a vassal of Coach Kripkey.

You just say you're not feeling
well and you got to go to the nurse.

Oh. Okay, yes.

Another method of coping chicanery.
Yes, I love it.

- Okay, okay. I will do it...
- Good.

...after one more line drive.

So... the reporter didn't say
anything about me specifically?

No, but she gave me a feeling
like she believed me,

but if we make a misstep,
she's gonna pounce faster than...

That guy almost killed us!

Yeah, and his truck is full of gas.
Who drives like that?

No one.

In that truck, no one's at the wheel.

Hey, maybe you should
slow down the truck, boss.

This is how you get a
Kryptonian to reveal themselves.

Simply set the stage for disaster,

and they can't help but try and stop it.

We'll never catch up to that truck.

- I've got it.
- Kara, no!

Where am I?

There's got to be some story
in this backwater.

Oh, the... the brakes don't work.

Gear shift, either.

There's a bus straight ahead.
We have to stop this now!

The wheels. Use your freeze
breath on the back axle.

Ship's altitude moving to 500 feet.

Species confirmed.

We have a Kryptonian and a Naltorian.

Excellent.

Stay the course!

Gun blast in five, four...

What the hell was that?

You didn't stay the course!
Circle around!

Oh, no! We have another problem.
A Coluan has flown in!

Alex called about a runaway truck?

- It was gonna hit a bus.
- Ah, I see.

There was also a blast
that came from overhead.

I think someone's
using a cloaking device.

I'll see what I can dream
while you both scan the sky.

Brenda... Brenda!

Brenda, I found something.

There.

There, I've got a lock.

The Coluan scanner has us!

Sir, we need to retreat!

Damn it, Mitch!

They're gone.

Guys, time to go.
That reporter's right behind me.

Luckiest town, my ass.

Think!

Right.

Systems back online.

Cougar in a cage,
which obviously symbolizes...

Hi. You've reached Isabel Nal.

- Mom.
- I'm so sorry I missed your call.

Knowing me, I'm either
in the garden or the studio,

so, don't take it personally,

but please leave a message and
I'll be sure to get back to you.

Have a great day.

I'm sorry. We're telling Mom.

Alex, wait, please.

You can't tell Eliza. I can fix this.

- I swear.
- Fix this?

In less than 24 hours,
we have had two alien encounters,

one of which was the impetus
for a break-in

at our mother's place of work,
which, if we get found out,

will likely be her ex-place of work.

Oh, oh, and let's not forget
about the reporter

who is determined to expose
the luckiest town in America

as home of the newest alien superhero.

So, tell me, Kara,
how will you fix this?

Well, who reads the newspaper anymore?

This is too much for us
to handle on our own.

We need help and weapons. Lots of them.

- Alex, please!
- We need to tell Mom.

Maybe she can get a hold
of someone at the DEO.

Okay. Okay.

You've been at college for two years,

and now, you have all the answers?

No, I've seen
what the real world is like.

And it's not risking the truth of
your identity to stop runaway trucks.

It's about being responsible.

It's about making sacrifices
to ensure the best future

for yourself and those you care about.

You...

You're saying
you've had to sacrifice for me?

We all have.

Mom sacrificed her career for you.

Dad sacrificed his life.

You wanna know why I skipped out
on going to Europe this year?

The one thing I wanted
just for me, gone,

because Mom was worried about you.

And, as always, here I am.

Your powers...

they don't give you carte Blanche.

Maybe if you had more life experience,
you'd be able to see that.

I have seen more solar systems
that you have dates,

so don't even.

If you're so mature,
then why haven't you told Kenny

about college with him next year?

Where are you going?

To show you how mature I really am.

I think I have
a lead on our attacker.

Is that the DEO database?

Future database, technically.

My Legion scanner detected a
rare Bismolian energy signature

directly above that fuel truck.

Given the hostile nature of the gambit,

I deduced that these alien species

likely had a run-in
with the DEO at some point.

Accessing past information
about our present situation

using future technology. Fun.

Two aliens manned Bismolian
ships during this time.

One, an herbalist named
Saphrex Col from Lasma.

Peaceful race, vegetarians.
The other, a Naxim Tork.

Home planet, unknown,
runs a cosmic menagerie.

Like a zoo?

Full of alien creatures,
possibly even oddly colored.

That's what the cougar
in my dreams is about.

Naxim Tork. That's our guy.

And look, it says the DEO captured
him in Uruguay three days from now.

That's why we lose track of him.

He takes off to South America.

- What?
- Brainy, what just happened?

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Brainy, what just happened?

Our actions in this past, they...

they just changed
the space-time continuum.

Where is that blue light?

Mm.

This is palatable.

I feel like that might be
a compliment, coming from you.

Mm.

- You're a photographer?
- No.

But I do love a dark room.

I'm a journalist, actually.

Here on a big story.

You may know my work
from the Daily Planet.

- I am...
- Lois Lane.

Thirsty.

Better get rid of that
smudge on your lens.

Don't want to miss your next scoop.

That's not a smudge, that's a shadow...

of a spaceship.

Sorry!

Hey, kid. Wanna make 20 bucks?

Alex is still upset about the
super-ing, isn't she?

- I feel responsible.
- No.

No, don't.

I love doing that with you.
I don't ever want that to change.

You know that, right?

Alex thinks she's looking out for
me, for my future,

but... really,
she's just trying to control it,

and... and she doesn't
need to control it

because I know exactly what I'm doing...

what I need to do.

That's old man Watson's barn.

What are we doing?

You'll see.

Come on.

I was going to wait until after
graduation to give you this...

but I know you've been stressed,

and, uh, I thought
you could use a pick me up.

Welcome to our new hero-ing base.

Oh...

Kenny.

All scans
for Naxim are inconclusive.

If we don't find this Naxim Tork,

we will have torn
the fabric of space and time,

which could rewrite the victors of wars,

create anomalies where none
existed, erase entire existences!

Alex hasn't been able
to get a hold of Kara.

This is all my fault. If I had just
been able to interpret my dream,

we would have been able
to catch this guy.

- I should have just kept trying my mom.
- Kept trying who?

My mom. I called her.

Nia... How could you? Why...

Because I can't interpret
my dreams and I need help.

I didn't talk to her. I just...

I just needed to hear her voice
and feel close to her.

So, I listened to her voicemail
and that's it.

Around the rugged rock,
the ragged rascal ran.

Around the rugged rock,

- the ragged rascal ran. Around the rugged...
- Brainy?

Around the rugged rock,
the ragged rascal ran.

Brainy, what are you doing?

I'm coping.

High school, Nia,
with its many species and subcultures,

each with its own tactics
of stress mitigation.

Now I thought that given
the extreme circumstances,

that employing all the coping
mechanisms I learned today would help.

But disappointingly,
they remain ineffective!

I'm sorry, you, uh... you... you partook

in-in-in some, uh,
high school experience, yes? Yeah?

Hmm? What-what-what subculture
did you adhere to?

I don't know.
I mostly tried to keep to myself.

Please just... How did...
How did you cope?

I would sing my favorite song.

It's corny, but it made me feel
like I could do anything.

Please show me.

♪ Tumble out of bed
And I stumble to the kitchen ♪

♪ Pour myself a cup of ambition ♪

♪ And yawn and stretch
And try to come to life ♪

♪ Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumping ♪

♪ Out on the street
The traffic starts jumping ♪

♪ With folks like me on the job
From nine to five ♪

♪ Working nine to five ♪

♪ What a way to make a living
Barely getting by ♪

♪ It's all taking and no giving ♪

♪ They just use your mind and
they never give you credit ♪

♪ It's enough... ♪

Naxim Tork's location has been found.

Naxim's ship.

You okay?

Let's go.

Come here.

Do you know what this is?

It's the log where we
had our first kiss.

It's where you changed my life, Kara.

This?

This is our future.

Our fortress.

So, uh... what did you
want to talk about?

Nia, I'm sorry
about my behavior earlier.

I should have been more
sensitive about your mother.

I should have been more
cognizant that being in a time

when your mother was alive
would conjure up feelings...

Brainy, I'm fine. It's okay.

Let's just catch the bad guys.

I don't understand. Naxim Tork's
ship should be right here...

...but something's jamming my scanner.

Well, I wouldn't be a very good hunter

if the prey could
just see me, now, would I?

Consider hunting season over, pal.

Well done, Professor.

I love it when the animals talk back.

It's one of the things I
love about this job, Mitch.

You just never know
what's going to happen next.

Subtitle sync and corrections by
awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.