Supergirl

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...

Assistant number one, meet assistant number two.

I'm two? - Siobhan Smythe.

I'm not here to make friends.

I'm here to be the next Cat Grant.

Lucy caught me lying.

I need to be able to tell her that you are Supergirl.

What happened? - I killed her.

Why did you lie to Kara? - Because you're Supergirl's hero.

I don't know how to work alongside you anymore.

Humanity is a disease, Myriad is the cure.

If I x-ray vision that box, will I see a cruller?

You will not. They were out.

But I got you the powdered ones.

And yet you know I'm all about the cruller.

An offering of donuts.

Whatever could you want from me?

I just thought that you might need the extra sugar kick before...

You know, coming back to work.

I'm not going back to the DEO, Alex.

I can't.

Kara, Hank was only doing his duty.

Okay? Protecting the planet. Just like you do, every day.

I don't kill.

But soldiers do, when they have to.

And Hank had to.

I had the chance to bring Astra back into the light.

And Hank cheated her and me out of that chance.

I know I should be better than this,

but I don't think I can forgive him for that.

I love working with you...

But maybe it's time for me to be my own Supergirl.

Shoot, I gotta go to work.

Good morning, Siobhan.

Ker-rah.

It's Kara.

How's it going, Siobhan?

I'm sorry. I have difficulty making conversation

with men under six feet tall.

Is that for Ms. Grant?

For her eyes only.

Ms. Grant, uh, likes for everything to be open

before it reaches her desk.

I spent the last 90 minutes in the mail room

letting a glorified postal worker stare at my chest,

so I could be the one to give this to Cat.

And I'll take the credit.

Tweedledee. Staff meeting.

Everyone in my office. Stat with a side of ASAP!

I guess that makes you Tweedledum.

I could throw her into space.

I dream about doing that.

My massage therapist spent the entire session

talking about how her surrogate has celiac disease

and my Pilates instructor just informed me

that he's quitting to open up an artisanal yarn store in Vermont.

So, which one of you hearty souls

is going to give me a reason to go on living? You?

The National City Men's Chorus is organizing a Lego drive...

And I'm comatose.

Fashion. Speak.

We're seeing crushed velvet as an important look this fall...

Oh! Try crushed dreams.

Anyone else?

Ms. Grant, this came for you via private courier.

I've been keeping it safe from prying eyes.

Why didn't you open it? It could be anthrax.

It's not.

Thumb drive.

And a letter.

Make the liars pay for their lies.

Make the cheaters feel the pain of their betrayal.

It's like Ashley Madison, except for...

The difference is, this is supposed to be un-hackable.

It was attacked by an anonymous hacker last night.

None of the data they took has been released.

Because the hacker wanted it reported by a major media outlet.

So they sent it to me.

You. Brown hair. Put it in the microwave.

Set it to popcorn.

Well, actually, put it on baked potato.

Uh, whichever, just melt it.

Cat, that website caters to powerful people.

Elected officials, public figures espousing a morality

they themselves ignore.

They're hypocrites. Liars.

The public has a right to know the truth.

Oh, Lucy.

We live in a brave new world

of gay marriage and transgendered Republicans.

Nobody bats an eye at that stuff anymore.

Also, I've been on the other side.

And if we publish these names,

we give these disgusting bottom-feeders legitimacy.

And therefore, Major Lane...

The terrorists will have won.

Okay!

As effective as kicking and punching is,

next time you're angry about something, let's have coffee.

I'm not angry.

I'm sad.

I miss having Kara here.

Her choice, Alex.

But it's not. It was mine.

When I decided to let her believe

that you killed Astra and not me.

Telling Kara will only cause you both more pain.

And it won't stop another alien attack.

What if we fail because Supergirl isn't at our side?

This organization functioned long before your sister.

Long before you even.

I'm not belittling her importance,

but the DEO will go on.

As will your relationship with Kara.

What about your relationship with her?

You've lost so many in your life.

How can you stand to lose her too?

Hard experience.

Potstickers. - Is that from Chow Hong's?

Ooh, that's my favorite.

I know.

Hey, did you think that Cat did the right thing

by not releasing the cheaters list?

I think people's secrets are theirs to keep.

Even if they hurt other people?

I can't let you tell Lucy, James.

Kara, she trusts me.

Non already knows where I live. I don't trust Hank anymore.

Everything is too complicated and dangerous. I'm sorry.

Hey, planning a surprise party for me or something?

No, we're just, uh...

We're talking about the...

The package, uh, earlier.

Ugh, don't even get me started.

There's nothing I hate more than liars.

Greetings, Catco employees.

I'm disappointed in all of you.

Especially you, Queen of all Media.

I suppose you're the hacker

that sent the drive this morning. Hmm.

What do they call you? The Peroxide Avenger.

I handed you the story of the year.

How sinners have turned the Internet

into a modern day Sodom and Gomorrah.

But you failed to act.

And so now, all will suffer.

Computers control everything. Communication, banking...

Even traffic signals.

The age of chaos begins now.

Enjoy.

Toyman Jr., you're the computer expert.

Fix this.

I definitely liked it better when she did not know who I was.

Every traffic light in the city just turned green.

Oh, my God.

Liberty Avenue. There's about to be a major crash.

Supergirl, get to Liberty Avenue now.

seems now to be the opening salvo in a full-fledged cyber war,

which has sabotaged infrastructure

and left financial markets plummeting.

Dozens of banks and lending institutions,

including National City Mutual,

released a statement calling this the worst digital data breach

they have ever seen. - National City Mutual.

That's where my retirement fund is.

If this hacker isn't stopped soon,

we're looking at a worldwide economic collapse.

Relevant people! In my office.

National City's entire mainframe

has been breached by a cyber-terrorist attack

and nobody knows why they're doing it,

or who, or when they will strike again.

I've spoken to my contacts at the Pentagon.

Military intelligence is all over this.

This is about National City. Our home is under attack.

And we have no idea how this is going to end.

James Olsen.

Yes, ma'am.

First, never call me ma'am. This is not the Old West.

And second, circle the wagons.

We are going to put every investigative team we have on this.

Freelancers too. We identify the hacker.

We end this.

And you, get my investment broker on the phone.

I... -I'll get him right away, Ms. Grant.

So where do you wanna start?

My security clearance may be back down