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...

All these weapons, they're nothing compared to you.

I can't keep using my powers. It's too much of a risk.

The more time I spend as Hank Henshaw, the less I have to face what I've lost.

- Um. - I'm in love with you.

I don't want things to change.

Who's A. Foster, Ms. Grant?

Adam Foster is my son.

Not being there for Adam is my greatest regret.

We all make mistakes, have regrets from our past,

things we wish we could go back and change...

In my case, my biggest regret is not being there for you.

I know that my choices may have hurt you

in ways I can never understand...

But, if you're willing,

I'd like to try and make things right between us.

It won't be easy.

Nothing worthwhile ever is.

But life is short. And when all is said and done,

there is nothing more important than family.

All my love, Mom.

- So where'd you put them? - By a very nice lake with no fire.

All right, well what happened to your post-rescue swagger?

Is Winn still not talking to you?

I wish he'd never kissed me. I wish I had never hurt his feelings.

I miss my best friend, Alex.

- Just give him space. And time. - I hate space and time.

Hi. Is Ms. Grant's latte ready?

I'm sorry.

Excuse me?

I said, I'm sorry. That you have to work for Cat Grant.

I hear she's a piece of work.

A reputation she proudly fosters.

Is she really as horrible as everyone says?

You know, breathes fire. Eats babies.

Ms. Grant is tough, but she's amazing.

Not only at her job, but as a person.

She's pretty badass.

Does she pay you to say all that?

No.

Well, maybe one day you'll meet her and form your own opinion,

instead of listening to rumors.

Well, she's very lucky to have you.

I think that latte's ready.

- Oh. - You better run.

Thank you.

Please tell me you realized that guy was flirting with you.

No.

I would not call that flirting.

He was... He was friendly.

Oh. You're hopeless.

National City Police is anticipating huge crowds

for Senator Miranda Crane's anti-alien rally this afternoon...

DEO duty calls.

- Winn. Hey... - Hey.

Where you heading? Are you going down?

Just don't. Please.

Have a nice day.

Miranda Crane is in town.

She is a lightning rod for bigots, hippies and aliens,

and yes, that is the order in which I detest them.

Our top reporter has made the mistake of dumping Catco

for a cash grab at Vanity Fair.

His ruin will be swift and merciless, thanks to Lucy,

who will serve him a lawsuit by the end of today.

- That's not how it works... - By the end of today.

Meanwhile, we need someone to get to the rally. Ker-rah,

get me a list of who's available.

Actually, I'll do it.

- You have layouts to do. Ker-rah. - Uh, Ms. Grant...

Nothing that can't spare an hour.

And with all due respect, I'm the most experienced photojournalist you have.

And my connection

to a very famous alien, I may just be able to

get us a good quote from Senator Crane.

You better get us a quote that will offend virtually everyone.

That's all.

Ms. Grant...

If you hate bigots more than aliens, then, why are you giving Senator Crane

so much attention? She's horrible.

Because, Ker-rah, while bigots will always take the gold on the medal podium

of my contempt, they make excellent click-bait.

Also, the more they talk, the more they sabotage themselves.

It's a magical implosion happening right before our very...

- Who is in my office? - I'll call security.

No. Don't.

Adam?

Hi.

Hi.

I'm, uh,

sorry to, uh, to show up while you're working.

That's...

That's not a problem. That's not a problem at all. I...

Are you okay?

But, why? Why? Why today?

I got your letter.

My letter.

Huh. Of course.

Well, I am so glad that you're here.

Thanks for reaching out.

Oh. There's just so much to say.

But I have a million things that I have to do right now.

Yeah, I figured. Um,

you know, I'm in town for a few days.

You free for dinner?

I will make myself free.

Thanks.

Have your cheerleader e-mail me.

Ker-rah!

What have you done?

Well, you've been writing a lot of letters, but then throwing them away.

And last week you threw one,

I won't say at my head, but in my general direction. And I read it,

saw it was for Adam, and maybe...

I finished it for you.

I know.

I know this is really bad. I didn't think he would just show up.

Who told you to think? You wrote to my son.

Now, get out. You're fired.

I was just trying to help you. You know my mom died.

I don't get to have a second chance with her.

I don't want that to happen to you and Adam.

You crossed a line, Ker-rah. You don't know him.

I don't even know him. I haven't seen him since he was a baby,

since his father whisked him across the country.

- I told you... - You told me

that losing Adam was the biggest regret of your life.

Ms. Grant, I've known you for a while now,

and I don't think you were ever going to send that letter.

And another year of you missing him would have gone by like that.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes it's easier to face the past with a little help.

What kind of sentimental crap did you write to him?

Oh. Well, this isn't actually awful.

He did come. He's here.

Oh, my God, he's here.

So, uh, should I make a dinner reservation, or am I fired?

Uh... Um.

Make a reservation.

And Ker-rah?

I'm going to make your life hell.

It's worth it. Family always is.

Thank you. Thank you all for coming.

Aliens.

Extraterrestrials. Non-humans.

Whether they're wearing a red cape or not,

they are a threat to this country, our freedom, and our lives.

Starting today, we need solutions.

The perimeter is clear.

Try it again.

We need to know where they live,

what they do and who they eat.

Most importantly, we need to stop them from landing in our country.

If it takes a dome, let's build a dome.

It's time to stop talking and start acting.

Monsters are coming for your families.

- Move, move, move! - Everybody get down!

Move!

Hank...

It's Supergirl.

- Careful. - Ah.

- Where did it go? - I don't know. It was just here.

Supergirl, do you have a visual?

- Is it down there? - No.

Whatever it is, it's gone.

Transport Senator Crane to headquarters, right now.

- What was that thing? - A creature that doesn't leave any survivors.

We have to move her now, before it comes back.

- What did it do to you? - Nothing. I'm fine.

You're not. You froze.

Did you hear me say we have to get her back to headquarters or not?

- Hank. - It's of the utmost importance...

Hank!

What the hell happened to you?

I'll tell you what happened.

You people screwed up royally.

And I will not be kept here.

Madam Senator, I assure you it's for your protection.

I know your friend Sam Lane talks a lot of crap

about the DEO, but we're here to help.

The General told me that for all your big talk about monitoring aliens,

you're the first one to let them in through the front door.

I guess you forgot the part where I saved your ass.

Mmm. For all I know, you all staged that little stunt.

It's just like an alien.

Excuse me?

You're all the same. Disgusting insects who've come crawling from

your own diseased, backwater planets, looking to suck our resources for yourselves.