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.

I hid who I really was,

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

To most people I'm a reporter 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...

Detective Maggie Sawyer...

I think we made a pretty good team.

Yeah, I guess we did.

What the hell is this place?

Place for off-world'ers to hang out, have a drink.

- Who are you? - My name is M'gann M'orzz.

I am the last daughter of Mars.

So our mystery alien is from Daxam.

It's a sister world to Krypton.

My name is Mon-El. Can you help me get in touch with my home world?

Daxam is still there, but it's a wasteland.

My prince, you can't stay here.

Come on!

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

This is a Kryptonian ship.

The emissaries?

Dead.

And so is their planet.

All of this is Krypton's doing.

We need to get you out of here.

I can't fly one of these.

Can you program the destination?

Yes.

Launch countdown started.

No. No!

- You can't... - You need to save yourself.

For once in your life, obey me.

Those are my people out there.

Let me share in their fate.

Beyalat Daxam!

So anyway, that's how that happened.

You were a palace guard?

For the great royal family of Daxam.

Ugh, they were the worst.

And their son, the prince, he was rumored to be the worst of the worst.

Frat boy of the universe.

Uh, he... He had his good moments, too.

- Hmm. - Oh, yeah, your planets

didn't get along so well, did they?

- No. - No.

Yeah, I know it's a long shot,

but any chance there was a response

to that signal I sent to Daxam?

I mean, I can't be the only one left, right?

I'm sorry, but, no.

Right, uh...

Anyway, enough of those... Those dreary thoughts, right?

So, what do you guys do for fun around here?

Do you drink or dance or...

Oh, hey, do they play Garata here?

- What's Garata? - It's like soccer,

- with dragons. - No, not that.

Uh, we have PlayStation.

Great. So, when do we get out of here and do that...

That thing you just said?

Actually, you have to stay here in the DEO.

Until we can assess the full range of your powers,

you're gonna have to stay in this facility.

For your own protection.

I will do as you ask.

Good.

Now, I have somewhere I need to be.

Where are you headed?

It's personal.

I didn't know he did anything personal.

Danvers.

It's Sawyer. Want to see a dead body?

Homeless guy found it about an hour ago.

Other cops won't go near it.

Figured it wasn't a Halloween costume.

Oh, right, I forgot you two were running buddies.

- Do you know what species it was? - He's Syvillian.

He's got months of scar tissue built up,

heavy bruising on the knuckles.

He didn't just go down fighting, he made a habit of it.

That doesn't make any sense. Syvillia is a utopia.

It's peaceful. They don't fight.

- They hardly even argue. - He could've been defending himself.

There's no skin under the fingernails.

No, you're right. These couldn't have been defensive wounds.

Maybe he was the aggressor.

Bar brawl gone bad?

Someone accidentally kills him, panics...

Dumps the body...

Wait a minute.

Oh!

Well, looks like our killer was alien, too.

Can your super lab run some tests on that?

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Well, seems like you two have got a handle.

Maybe you can, uh, go over this with your contacts on the streets?

I already made a few calls. But I'll follow up, though.

You're supposed to be at the Sanitation Department

getting figures on pelican deaths at the trash dump.

I'm so excited about that,

but I just overheard a report about a murdered alien

on my NCPD scanner.

They're calling it "alien-on-alien violence."

An alien got killed, an alien did it.

- Where's the story? - I...

I just told you the story.

Really?

So you got an actual NCPD source to speak on the record?

Did you talk to the victim's family?

Set up an interview with the D.A.'s office

to see if and when charges will be filed?

Where's the medical examiner's report?

Did you research economic and demographic indicators

to provide some context for human-alien race relations?

All very good questions, uh...

You didn't give me a story.

You gave me a half-baked idea.

Go bake it fully, then I'll talk to you.

Go! Bake, bake, bake!

Good morning to you.

I didn't take you for a noon drinker.

Just water, please.

I have so many questions. I don't know where to start.

I spent so much time thinking I was alone.

Me, too.

And of all the gin joints...

How did you escape Mars?

- J'onn... - Forgive me, I'm sorry. I just...

I... I need to hear it.

When the White Martians attacked, where were you?

I was taken to the internment camp near the Galle Crater.

That was the worst of them.

I lost many friends there.

Yeah. Prisoners penned up like animals.

Barely enough space to move.

Sometimes the guards would just kill someone at random.

To set off a panic.

And then watch as green bodies

trampled over each other.

How did you get away?

Um...

One day, a White Martian broke rank

and refused a kill order.

I've never known one to show mercy.

Uh, she was...

Different.

She smuggled me off, helped me off-world.

I never looked back.

That was 300 years ago.

You did what you had to do. You're a survivor.

I am whatever I have to be to get by.

I... I've always dreamed of, uh, finding another.

Now that you're here, I thought we might

take the bond.

You want to share minds.

Yes. Would you honor me with that?

I have customers.

Can we talk about this some other time?

We're gonna need a bigger block.

This is awe and some.

No, it... It's just "awesome."

You got to put those two words together and you'll be golden.

Awesome.

- Anything on our alien perp? - Yes, yes.

The thorn found in the dead body is from a Brevakk.

Some sort of biological defense mechanism.

So, yeah, that's new and terrifying.

Any ideas where we can find him?

Ah, as it so happens,

exactly one Brevakk registered in National City

for the President's Alien Amnesty Act.

I got an address.

Shall I get a strike team to gear up?

No, I'm good.

Sawyer? It's Danvers.

Can I talk to you a minute?

I don't know you.

Now you do. NCPD.

We're investigating a possible homicide.

You're under arrest!

Don't let them take me! Don't let them take me!

Don't let them take me!

Go, go, go!

Do we know who the men in the van were?

No. But these weren't low-rent thugs.

They were definitely combat-trained. They mean business.

So do we.

Or have you forgotten about that?

Hey. Hey, what's with the grumpy?

Today and yesterday.

Is everything all right, J'onn?

I appreciate the concern, but I assure you, I'm fine.