Supergirl

My name is Kara Zor-El.

24 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 of 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 Ms. Grant, her mother wants to see it.

Yes, again. Sure, I'll hold.

Charlie?

I'm calling about the Correspondent's dinner,

I need to make sure Ms. Grant doesn't end up next to Bill O'Riley 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.

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 different if you read this website.

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

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

I don't know, go see a movie tonight.

I... I can't. I'm sorry.

I have a date.

- Date, really? - Uhm.

That's great... fun. Dating is fun.

- Who... 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 are 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 that... you're gonna know when it hits you, Kara.

It'll be all: "pa-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, Ms. 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 would 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 emailed a list.

Prepare termination letters for the Tribune employees as noted.

I realise that there are quite a few.

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, Kira.

Kara.

Hello?

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

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

She can wait a minute.

Have you met Ms. 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 the 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 Olson.

The photographer from the Daily Planet.

James Olson.

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

He's kind of stuck in his ways.

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

What's he like in real life?

He is

everything you wanted to be and more.

I was scared to move out here,

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

- Take it. - Uhm?

- Take it. - This? Really? 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.

No, no you're the first.

- Thank you very much. - Yeah, of course.

Uhm...

Layouts.

Right.

Almost forgot them.

Bye.

"Pa-pow".

I have a conference in Geneva and I need to be on a plane in 2 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?

'Cause 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.

- 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 are you from originally?

Like where was I born?

Uhm, north.

I gotta hit this back real quick.

Check please.