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My name is Kara Zor-El.

Twenty-four years ago, my planet, Krypton,
was in serious peril.

My cousin, Kal-El,

was sent to a planet called "Earth"
for his own safety and protection.

You may know his story.

The story you don't know
is that I was sent to protect him.

Your pod's coordinates
are interlocked with Kal-El's.

You will follow him to Earth.

I'm not afraid, Father.

The trip is long,
but you'll sleep most of the way

and we'll be with you in your dreams.

You'll journey to Earth
to look after your baby cousin, Kal-El.

Because of the Earth's yellow Sun,
you'll have great powers on this planet.

You will do extraordinary things.

I won't fail Kal-El, or you.

I love you, Kara.

You must go, now.

Go!

Things didn't exactly go
according to my mother's plan.

Krypton's destruction sent a shock wave

that knocked my pod off course
and into the Phantom Zone.

A region in space where time doesn't pass.

I slept there for 24 years
until somehow I got here.

When I arrived,
I was still a 13-year-old girl.

But in that same time,
my cousin Kal-El had grown up

and revealed himself
to your world as Superman.

The most powerful man in the universe.

My cousin wanted me to have the same
safe human-type childhood he did.

So, he placed me
with my adoptive family, the Danvers.

Scientists who once helped him
understand his own super abilities.

I know I'm not your mom, sweetheart,
but you're safe here.

They had a daughter, Alex.

And despite being born on different
planets, we both shared one thing.

We knew our lives
would never be the same again.

My cousin, he didn't need my protection.

I didn't have a mission anymore.

But even though
I had all the same powers he did...

Sorry, sorry.

...I decided the best thing
I could do is fit in.

After all, Earth didn't need another hero.

I need two tickets in
the orchestra section for WICKED.

No, not for Miss Grant.
Her mother wants to see it.

Yes, again. Sure, I'll hold.

Charlie? I'm calling about
the Correspondents Dinner,

I need to make sure Miss Grant doesn't
end up next to Bill O'Reilly again.

I work at Catco Worldwide Media.

An online and print empire
built by my boss, Cat Grant.

The most powerful woman in National City.

At least, for the next few days.

Did you see this? There was
an armored car robbery last night.

There were no witnesses
except for this homeless guy,

- who swears the perp had horns.
- Thanks.

Like, on his head.

I'm telling you,
they're out there. Aliens.

Winn, there's no such thing as aliens.

Well, you might
feel differently if you read this website.

- You write that website.
- I contribute...

Hey, um, I was wondering
if maybe you wanna...

I don't know go see a movie tonight.

I can't. I'm sorry.

I have a date.

- Date, really?
- Mmm.

That's great... Fun.
Dating is fun. Who is that with?

It's an online date.

Says we are 82% compatible,
so, should be good.

You know that you can't quantify emotions
based on an algorithm?

Winn, you're IT,
isn't your whole life based on algorithms?

Yes, so,
if there was an algorithm for love,

I think that I would know about it.

It's just like you're gonna
know when it hits you, Kara.

It'll be all pow-pow.

Ugh, this elevator
is a human petri-dish.

It's like standing up in coach.

She's here.

How do you do that?

Good morning, Miss Grant.

The only reason I bought this building
was because it had a private elevator.

That way, I don't have to get soaked
in cheap cologne every morning,

getting to my office.
Find out who used it,

have them reprimanded, or bathed,
I don't care which.

Here's your latte. Hot.

That'll be new and different.

I have a meeting
with the board today at lunch,

so, cancel sushi with my mother.

Oh, and cancel my therapist.

I won't be needing it
if I'm not having lunch with my mother.

Got it.

Also, I've e-mailed a list.

Prepare termination letters
for the Tribune employees as noted.

But it would be so nice
if you handwrote them.

Use the lesser card stock.

You're downsizing the Tribune?

But that was your first acquisition.

Go see if the new art director
has the layout ready.

It's not that I don't see your frown,

it's just that I don't care enough
to ask why it's there.

All those people,
they're going to lose their jobs.

What's going to happen to them,
to their families?

They don't have to downsize
at the Daily Planet.

Metropolis has a person who wears a cape
and flies around performing heroic acts.

The Planet puts this superlative man
on their cover 54% of the time.

You wanna save the Trib?
Go find me a hero, Kerah.

Kara.

Hello?

- Hello?
- I'll be just a minute.

Miss Grant sent me
for layouts and she doesn't like to wait.

Well, she can wait a minute.

Have you met Miss Grant?

Yeah, what is she gonna do?
Fire me right after hiring me?

Her loss.

Hey.

I'm the new guy.

Oh, it's him.

I've seen this picture
like a million times.

It won a Pulitzer.

Wow.

Yeah, only 'cause
it was the first real shot of him.

Little secret, he actually posed for that.
I guess he likes me.

Oh, my God, you're Jimmy Olsen.
The photographer from the Daily Planet.

James Olsen.

Well, "Jimmy" is reserved
for my mom and the big guy.

He's kind of stuck in his ways.

Um, I know what I've read, but...

What's he like in real life?

He is everything you want him
to be and more. I mean...

I was scared to move out here,

but he told me the biggest risk
is never taking any, so...

Hmm.

- Take it.
- Hmm?

- Take it.
- This? No. Oh, God, no, I can't. I can't.

It's just a print. Please, take it.

But first,
you have to tell me who you are.

- I never got your name.
- Oh.

Gosh. Hi.

Kara.

Kara Danvers.

Kara.

Anyone ever tell you that you look
a little like him right here?

No.

Uh, no. No, you're the first.

- Uh, thank you. Very much.
- Yeah, of course.

Um...

Layouts.

Right.

Almost forgot them. Bye.

Pow-pow.

I have a conference in Geneva
and I need to be on a plane in two hours.

And I have a blind date in half an hour

and I need you
to help me pick out what to wear.

- I win.
- Why do you do this to me?

Because I'm your sister and you love me.

I don't know, I feel like
I'm not living up to my potential.

I went to work for Cat Grant because
I thought working in a media company

run by a powerful woman
who actually shapes the way people think

would be the way
that I could make a difference.

But, instead,
I just fetch layouts and coffee.

You always wanted to be normal, right?

So, having a crappy boss
and absolutely nothing to wear...

- This is what normal looks like.
- I am not normal!

I have the same powers he does.

I can lift a bus, stop a bullet.
Alex, I can fly.

At least, I think I can.
I haven't done it in years.

Kara, you've got a good job, you're cute,

and thanks to your alien DNA,
you can't get pimples.

Life is not so bad.

But if you really wanna help somebody,

you'll pick between one of these two,
so, I can get on my plane.

- Uh, yep.
- Good choice.

When in doubt, go with blue,
it is your color. All right.

Text me every detail from your date

and I will call you
when I'm back from Geneva.

- I love you.
- Love you.

So, where you from originally?

Like, where was I born?

Um, uh... North.

I gotta hit this back real quick.

Check, please.

Make sure your number's on it.

If you're just joining us,
shortly after take-off,

National City Airlines,
Flight 237 bound for Geneva,

is experiencing some loss of altitude.

The pilot seems to be circling the city
after apparent engine failure.

Did he say "Geneva"? Alex.

We just lost another engine.
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Flight attendants,
brace for impact.

We're leveling off.

Oh, come on!

The passengers of Flight 237
appear to have a guardian angel.

When, what many report
to be a female flying form...

- Oh, my God.
- ...rescued them from certain death.

Leyna Nguyen is live at the scene.

Thank you, Rick.
Guardian angel or human wrecking ball?

- What?
- There is destruction

all over Otto Binder Bridge. And one...

Well, you try saving a plane
for the first time.

See if you don't make a mess.

Oh, my God.

I know!

It's incredible!

- Ow!
- Oh, sorry.

That was too hard.
I'm just... I'm so excited.

- I still can't believe I did it.
- Yeah.

Neither can I. Are you okay?

Me? Am I okay? Are you okay?

- Yes, thank you.
- Were you scared?

I mean, I was scared, too, but you,
you had to have been terrified.

Because you had no idea
I was coming to save you.

- I need a drink.
- Right! Yeah, we need to celebrate.

It has been so long.

I almost forgot how to fly.

Well, not so much "how," but more,
more how it feels, like...

Scared, but good scared.

Like that moment right before
you kiss someone for the first time.

And now... Now, it's like...

I'm not sure what comes next.

Or maybe I am sure
and I'm just afraid of what it means.

- And if it means what I think it means.
- What were you thinking?

You exposed yourself.

To the world.

You're out there now, Kara.

Everyone will know about you
and you can't take that back.

I don't want to.

This is what I was talking about, Alex.

I've always felt the need to help people,

and tonight, I finally got that chance.

I...

I didn't travel 2,000 light-years
just to be an assistant.

What if people figure out who you are?

What you are?

It's just...

It's not safe for you
to do anything like that. Ever again.

Oh.

I'm kind of tired.

I just carried a plane on my back.
I'm gonna go to bed.

You should go.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Good morning, National City.
Our top story,

the only story anyone's talking about.

Who is the mystery flying woman

who saved the plane?

Despite extensive efforts,

no one has been able to identify who,
or rather, what she is.

- Pretty cool, huh?
- A plane-saving lady?

How is the world supposed
to take her seriously

if she can't even come up with a suit?

What, the Metropolis gets him
and what does National City get?

Some rookie superhero?

I know many of you are used to being
second best, but it's new to me.

The most incredible event
in the history of National City

and yet we have no exclusive of any kind.

We don't have much to go on.

The image
we're working off of is low res.

I guess she's around 5'9".
It's tough to gauge

with her height measured up
against an airplane.

Hair color brown. Or black.

Or maybe her hair is just dirty.

You know, from soot.

- The plane exhaust.
- James, you make an excellent point.

Do you think there's any connection

- between this hero and--
- To my friend in blue?

I don't know.
I mean, not that he mentioned,

but if she's anything like him,
she's a hero.

Saving people is what they're born to do.
She'll be back.

Hmm.

She better be.

This girl is the answer.

She is exactly what I need
to save the Tribune.

Besides fatty foods, there is nothing
people love more than a hero.

We are going to blow her up.

We will feature her
online and in the paper,

but we need images,

we need video, we need an interview,
and exclusive content. So, go.

Go get me that girl.

And, Kerah...

Go get me a lettuce wrap.

It's funny.
That was the first thing he did.

Save a plane, I mean.

Winn, I need to talk to you on the roof.

The roof?

Kara?

Hey, just whatever you have to say,
can you make it quick?

I'm not really into being this high up.

Okay, um, Winn,

I'm going to tell you something about me
that only three people in my life know.

Can I trust you?

- Yeah, yeah, of course.
- Good.

Um, I just... I really want someone
to be excited for me.

And I, um...

Right, how do...

Uh, there's something about me that
for most of my life, I've run from it.

But last night, I embraced who I am
and I don't want to stop.

Oh, my God, you're a lesbian.

Oh, Kara, that's why you're not into me.

- This is great news!
- No. I'm not gay!

I'm...

I'm her!

The woman who saved the plane!

Okay.

Yeah, okay. Right.

Kara, what are you doing? Hey, Kara!

Hey, get away from the ledge,
you're gonna get hurt.

Kara! Hey!

You're... You're her.

Yup.

More reports coming in on
last night's plane rescue.

The big question. Is there a connection
between this mysterious flying woman...

- More coffee.
- ...and the Man of Steel?

- Hey!
- Sorry about that, sir.

Can you believe it? A female hero.

Nice for my daughter
to have someone like that to look up to.

Yeah, real nice.

What happened with the plane, Vartox?

You were ordered to bring it down.

Our trap worked.

The DEO agents were on board
and the bomb detonated.

- Then why aren't they dead?
- The female.

She flew into the sky
and caught the plane.

Who is she?

Jor-El saved his child
before Krypton's destruction.

- Alura's daughter.
- She's working with the humans.

Twelve years,
we've been forced to hide in the shadows.

But the General's arrival is imminent.

Nothing must interfere.

You are instructed to eliminate
the human operatives.

You can add this girl to the list.

Can't promise her death won't be public.
And messy.

Human casualties are irrelevant.

Good.

And if she is Alura Zor-El's daughter,

then she will pay for her mother's debts.

And so will her city.

So, how is it? Huh? How does it fit?

I'm not flying around
saving people in this thing.

I wouldn't even wear it to the beach.
Where's my cape?

Capes are lame.
Tell your cousin I said so.

Actually, never, never do that.

Oh.

Kara, you look really pretty
without your glasses.

- Winn.
- So, uh...

To be a superhero, you need a crime.

I hacked into the NCPD.

There's a car chase on the 112 freeway.

I can do a car chase!

A cape aids with aerodynamics,
I should have thought of that.

West National City Bank.
Reporting a 432. Sixth and Spring.

Suspects are armed and dangerous.

You're sure you're bulletproof?

Hope so.

All right, the new cape is made
from a structured polymer composite.

Much sturdier than...

And, uh...

This one has the "S."

For "Super," just like your cousin.

It's not an "S".

It's my family's coat of arms.

The House of El.

Four-alarm fire at Gates and Igle.

I'm assuming you can't catch on fire.

Made of low-grade Kryptonite.

Radioactive mineral from your home planet.
It weakens you.

Where am I? Who are you?

Name is Hank Henshaw.

And I believe you already know
Agent Danvers.

She doesn't need those.

Welcome to the DEO,
the Department of Extra-Normal Operations.

The DEO monitors and protects Earth from
extraterrestrial presence and/or invasion.

That means you.

Your ship.

We keep it here as a reminder
of the day you crashed on Earth.

You're the reason for all of this.

Me? But...

My... But my cousin was here
two dozen years before me.

And it was his arrival that triggered
the need for this organization.

We realized
we weren't alone in the universe

and we might soon be
getting more immigrants.

Sure enough, you came along.

And with you,

Fort Rozz.

Fort Rozz?

Krypton's maximum security prison.

Banished to the Phantom Zone,
same place your ship got stuck.

But just like yours, it didn't stay there.

We're not sure how your pod got loose.

What we do know is this.
You pulled Fort Rozz with you.

When it crashed, the alien convicts,

the worst criminals in the galaxy,
they all escaped.

And you brought them here.

These beings, some of them have powers
from your darkest nightmares.

For over a decade, they've stayed hidden.

But in the last year, many have been
emerging, making themselves known.

They're planning something.
We're just not sure what it is yet.

Your plane.

That wasn't an accident.
They were trying to kill you.

I can help you stop them.

How? You couldn't even
stop us from capturing you.

I'm still learning.

Our job is keeping people in the dark
about alien life on Earth,

and nothing says "covert operation"
like a flying woman in a red skirt.

They know about my cousin,
they don't fear him.

Plenty of people do,
just not popular to admit it.

You wanna help?
Go back to getting someone's coffee.

I know you're mad and you're hurt.

I wanted to tell you every single day...

No, instead, you told me every single day
not to be who I really am.

- You have to listen to me.
- I can't.

This just kind of feels
like one big coincidence, doesn't it?

You working here,
hunting down aliens, me being one?

I can't help, but think

the real reason
that you were recruited was because of me.

They recruited me because
my background in bio-engineering

makes me an expert on alien physiology.

And, yeah, it helps
that I shared a bathroom with one.

I'm leaving now.
Unless you wanna try and stop me.

Which I wouldn't.

I know you don't wanna hear this,
Agent Danvers, but she's dangerous.

You, above all people, should know that.

Of course,
leave it to media magnate, Cat Grant,

to put a name to a face.

Miss Grant dubbed National City's
new female hero, "Supergirl."

And if Twitter is any indicator,
the name appears to be catching on.

"Supergirl"?

We can't name her that!

"We" didn't.

Right, I'm sorry.

It's just, uh...

I don't want to minimize
the importance of this.

A female superhero.
Shouldn't she be called Superwoman?

I'm sorry, darling, I just can't hear you
over the loud color of your cheap pants.

If we call her "Supergirl,"
something less than what she is,

doesn't that make us guilty
of being anti-feminist?

- Didn't you say she was a hero?
- I'm the hero.

I stuck a label on the side of this girl,
I branded her.

She will forever be linked to Catco,
to the Tribune, to me.

And what do you think
is so bad about "Girl"?

Huh?

I'm a girl.

And your boss,

and powerful, and rich, and hot and smart.

So, if you perceive "Supergirl"
as anything less than excellent,

isn't the real problem you?

And if you're so smart, Kerah,

could you please give me one reason
why I shouldn't fire you?

I printed it.

And it's an even higher resolution
than you hoped for.

James.

You are interrupting
a very craftily worded termination.

Kara wanted to surprise you,
but she has a teller friend

that works at West National City Bank.

- The branch that got robbed.
- Right!

Right, yes, I went there.

You know, it took me a while
to park my car in the streets.

The one-way streets are so confusing.

You tell it so much better.

Kara convinced
her source to allow us to use

a photograph that she captured.

You got a clean image of Supergirl?

Kerah, if you can't take credit
when you do something well,

you are gonna be
at the bottom of the pile forever.

But mazel tov.

You bought yourself another day.

- I was handling the situation.
- Oh, yeah? What was your plan?

To get yelled at and fired?
'Cause that was working.

I don't need you or anyone else

fighting my battles for me.

I'm communicating at 50,000 hertz.

- If you can hear this...
- You okay?

- ...you were not born on this Earth.
- I...

Yeah, I have a headache.
I need some water.

Painful, isn't it?

The humans of National City will suffer
10 times this pain if you don't face me.

Meet me at the National City Power Plant.

How many innocent people are going to die

until you prove that you are not a coward,

daughter of Alura.

Clever. Picking a spot lined with lead.

But I can still hear your heartbeat.

On my planet, females bow before males.

- This is not your planet.
- You look like Alura.

How do you know my mother's name?

You don't easily forget the name of the
woman who condemned you to prison.

- Fort Rozz?
- She was our judge and jailer.

Can't kill her.

So, killing you will have to do.

Just because you wear that symbol
on your chest doesn't mean you're him.

Fighting him would be an honor.
Fighting you is just exercise.

You actually think that you could stop me?

That you'd be able to stop any of us?

Now you know what it's like to bleed.

Soon, your whole city will bleed.

- Trap One, pursue the hostile.
- Copy that.

Hey, hey, I'm here. I got you, I got you.

- You're gonna be okay.
- I never felt pain like that before.

I've never felt pain.

You're not indestructible, Kara.

Nice move nearly letting that alien
cut you in half.

If we can ID his weapon,
it might give us a way to defeat him.

Look at that.

You did help.

Did you know about my mom?

That she was the one
who locked up all those aliens?

It's why I didn't want you
going out there.

Showing yourself, showing this.

The Fort Rozz escapees would give anything
to get revenge on your mother

and the only way that they can do that now
is to hurt you.

I'm trying to protect you.

You were right.

The world doesn't need me.

Kara, it's me. Can we talk?

I know you can see me.

I know what you're thinking, okay?

That this is all your fault. But it's not.

Before you came to live with us,

I was the star.

And then, I mean,
how could I compete with you?

With someone who could touch the stars?

You know, I was happy
when you decided not to use your powers.

You know, you feeling like less,
it somehow

made me feel like more.

Now, the world needs you to fly, Kara.

I can't, Alex.

- I can't do it.
- Yeah, you can.

Your family believes in you.

- I know you do.
- Oh, I don't mean me.

- That's Kryptonese writing.
- Yeah.

Hank and his old team recovered it
from the pod that brought you to Earth.

Mom.

Kara, my brave daughter.

By now, you have become
the woman I knew you would grow up to be.

And though you were sent to Earth
to protect young Kal-El,

your destiny is not tied to his.

There is no correct path in life.
You will lose your way many times.

What's important
is that you find your way back

to the brave girl you always were.

Be wise, be strong

and always be true to yourself.

So, what do we do now?

First things first.

You need to change.

It's Agent Danvers
and her sister from another planet.

She's here to help us fight Vartox.

I told you I don't trust aliens.

There's no one I trust more.

Like her cousin,
she was sent here, too, to help us.

And if you want any more of my help,
we're gonna let her.

I found Vartox.

Sir. Uh, ma'ams.

Where?

The sliver of metal you
extracted from Supergirl's arm.

Vartox's ax
has a unique nuclear thumbprint.

Satellites picked him up
heading towards the city.

Vartox said he was ready
to start killing humans.

Order a strike team to intercept.

Your men will not be able to stop him.

Thank you for your opinion, Miss Danvers.

Director Henshaw.

People of this city will die
because of something I did.

I started this.
You have to let me stop it.

Make sure you win.

Do you have eyes on the target?

I got him.

You never should have come back for more.

She's not strong enough.

Why? Because she's just a girl?
It's exactly what we were counting on.

I analyzed the metal on the ax.

It's powered
by a self-generating atomic charge

reaching temperatures up to 2,500 degrees.

- How does that help?
- If it gets any hotter than that,

it's gonna explode.

She just has to get close enough
to do her thing.

Stop, I give up.

- I don't wanna die.
- Give your mother my regards.

Kara, do it now.

It's not working! I can't do it!

It's why you were sent here.

I believe that now,
you have to believe it, too.

It's over.

You think I'm the threat?

You have no idea what's coming.

She followed your orders. She won.

Yeah. This time.

Director Henshaw.

I wasn't only recruited
because of my sister, was I?

Yeah, she's why you got in.

You are why you get to stay.

Uh, if I believe the comments
on the website,

they mentioned a "Female/reptilian
boxing match in the desert."

I'll tell you all about it
at our next crime-fighting lunch hour.

- Wait, so, the Super Friends are back?
- We're not calling ourselves that.

James.

- Uh, do you have time to grab lunch?
- You must be hungry.

You probably burn up a lot of calories
fighting an ax-wielding alien.

Meet me on the roof.

You knew.

This whole time.

He told you.

Well, he knew that I was trying
to expand my own horizons,

so, as a favor, he asked me
to expand them here, National City.

Hang out. Be near you.

So, wait a minute.
He wanted me to do this?

Why didn't he just tell me?

Because he wanted you
to choose it for yourself.

The same way he did.

That's what makes a hero, Kara.

Here.

From him.

It's the blanket he was wrapped in
when he was a baby.

Apparently, this cape won't shred.

Thank you.

He's really proud of you.

Me, too.

Now, don't you have a city to protect?

You know, up, up and away?

I was sent here
to protect my cousin.

Turns out he didn't need my protection.

But there's a whole planet
full of people who do.

Earth doesn't have just one hero anymore.

Now, it has me.

Now, it has Supergirl.

General, Vartox is dead.
He chose death over capture.

Typical of his race.

He did accomplish one thing.

The identity of the girl.
It seems she is Alura's daughter.

My dear little niece.

Of course.

She escaped with her cousin.

A much less of a threat
than he is to our endeavors.

You're wrong.

If she's anything like her mother,
she will be just as formidable.

It was my right to lead Krypton,
I will lead Earth.

We all will.

Find her and kill her.

Are you certain, General?

After all, Kara Zor-El is your blood.

No one can be allowed to stand against us.

Not even my niece.

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