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Previously onSupergirl...

Referrals for
post-trauma psychologists.

Kelly,
I said I'm fine.

Put this on first.

You really look
exactly like her.

My fellow Americans,

the heart of our great nation was attacked...

Supergirl, you are now
public enemy number one.

We know
you didn't do this.

We're gonna
find out the truth.

Together.

My fellow Americans,

it has been a day
since Supergirl's attack
on the White House.

In apparent retaliation

for our repeal
of the Alien Amnesty Act.

While she and those with whom she conspired remain at large,

I have an obligation

to ensure the safety
of all citizens.

So, at 1900 hours today,

I am imposing a sundown
to sunup curfew.

They better catch her.

Supergirl did not do this.

Humans caught loitering will be cited.

Aliens will be stopped
by any means necessary.

And to Supergirl,
turn yourself in.

We do not want a war with you

but we vow to use every asset in our power

to see that justice is done.

Justice? What a crock!

Help! Somebody help!
I'm trapped.

Someone's in trouble.

I have to go.

You heard the president,
it isn't safe.

If the government
wants to stop me
from helping people,

let them try.

Here.

This is a citizen's arrest.

This man needs help.
Put the gun--

Stop! What you saw
in the news,
that wasn't me.

We saw the footage.

You stay back, traitor.

I'm not going to hurt any--

You're gonna kill someone.

She's gonna kill us.

Not if I kill her first.

Are you okay?

Thank you.

But I don't get it.

You saved my life
but you attacked
the White House?

My daughter saw that.

You were her hero and you...

You crushed her.

I mean, people
actually believe

that I attacked
the White House.

They think I'm a terrorist.

Years of helping people
just wiped away with one lie.

No, not one lie,
it's lots of lies.

And Ben Lockwood
has been telling whoppers
for months.

He's just creating division.

And then most of the country
is just terrified

and now they're looking
for solutions to make
any sense of it.

Shouldn't the truth
matter more?

Not when Lex is involved.

He's an expert at perception.
Consummate gaslighter.

He can make you doubt things
that you know are true.

Listen, I really
believe that

the three of us
working together

is our best chance of
vindicating you
and catching him.

Okay, so how did he do it?

We know it wasn't Bizarro,
I already checked.

Shapeshifter, hologram?
Image inducer...

No, that can't be right.
The heat signatures
don't match.

I don't understand.

What is he up to?

I don't know.
But we will find the truth

and we will bring him down.

All right, and to that end
I've got a lead.

But it comes from my mother.

She said that Lex's escape
from Stryker's Island prison
wasn't his first.

That he's been coming
and going as he pleases
for months.

So someone's been helping him.

The warden.

Warden!

Sorry to interrupt.

Supergirl.

I assume you're here
with Ms. Luthor

to turn yourself in.

You might want
to rethink that.

Bribery and tax evasion
are felonies.

So is helping a criminal
like Lex Luthor.

Where is he?

Don't be ridiculous.

Account number 832591290

in the Cayman Islands.

Okay.

I may have taken some money.

But I don't know where he is.

You let him come and go.

He never told me
where he went.

You never thought to ask?

All I did was turn
a blind eye

and that was after
he threatened to kill me.

Oh, please, he does
that to everyone.

But there's nothing here.
The FBI already checked
his cell.

They also checked you.

So maybe they missed
something else.

You expect me to march
America's most wanted
past my guards?

The DOD will be all over us
in no time.

Well, then you can
give them a distraction.

And while we search Lex's cell

you'll have time to call
your husband

before you're both arrested.

My husband had
nothing to do with this.

-He doesn't know anything
about the account.
- Fine.

So you give us access
to Lex's cell,

and we'll leave your husband
out of it when we contact
the authorities.

I could clear the guards
out of D block

for two hours.

Lex's cell is through
that door.

Nice fireworks
in DC, Supergirl.

That wasn't me.

This place is for criminals
not terrorists.

Okay, keep walking.
Stay strong.

Welcome to Stryker's,
Supergirl.

Supergirl.

Supergirl. Supergirl.

Supergirl. Supergirl.

Wow.

It's Hannibal Crossing
the Alps.

So pretentious.

It's so unnerving
being around all Lex's stuff.

Brings back memories
of my miserable childhood.

Even has the same
chess board.

What are you doing?

I know it sounds silly
but when we were little,

Lex and I used to leave
notes for each other
inside chess pieces.

Here it is.

Time of death 4:03 a.m.

What is it?

Nothing, it's just Lex
trying to mess
with my head.

And the number
on the back?

-7/16/18. A date?
-Yes, it's...

July 16, 1918.

It's the date that Romanovs
were executed in Russia.

Lex used to call me
the Lost Princess.

Just like Anastasia.

It's a checkmate pattern.

Anastasia's me.

Lex's diaries.

Why would he leave them?

Because he knew
I'd come looking for him.

And he loves to torment me.

He knew the last thing
I'd wanna do

would be to go swimming
in his memories.

He's sick, and he's twisted
but at least he's consistent.

Lockwood.

Secretary Lockwood now

of the cabinet-level
Department of Alien Affairs.

Should be inmate 42053
of the National City prison.

So good to see you, too.

Mr. Secretary, how can
we help you?

I am here to requisition
any alien technology

or weapons that may assist
in containing Supergirl.

And then you'll
summon Supergirl

here.

So you can ambush her?

So we can serve justice.

Even if we could
summon Supergirl,

I would need
a presidential order to comply

with your request,
as per paragraph four
subsection A

of the DEO charter.

Isn't that correct, Colonel?

That is the protocol.

Then we'd be happy to comply.

Okay, let me ask you
a question.

Are you absolutely certain
that you want to waste
my time?

We may not know
each other well,
Mr. Lockwood,

but I do things by the book,
even for secretaries.

Alpha team,
to the armory now.

Colonel, why are you
capitulating?

We just got him
to back off.

If the president sent him,
he'll be back with the order
in no time.

We both know that
Supergirl is innocent.

It's not our job
to question, Director,

which is why I need you
to hand over the signal watch

Supergirl gave you.

If we are in possession
of a way to summon Supergirl,

we have to use it.

Orders are orders.

Press it twice,
she gets the alert.

Hello.

I'll be right there.

You told
Colonel Haley to press
the signal watch twice.

Yes. You know
the code.

Push it once she comes,
push it twice,

it's a trap, don't come.

Thus keeping her safe.

Brilliant.

Yet Supergirl
isn't the only one
at risk.

Since Benjamin Lockwood
has come for her today,

there is a high probability

that next week he'll come
for the entire alien registry.

-Yeah.
-After which he'll start
rounding up aliens

without discrimination,
ergo I propose

we scrub the alien registry
from our database.

If that's what you think,

and until I can get
Haley to listen to reason,

then we need to do
whatever we can.

But please, Agent Dox,

be clandestine.

Of course.

As you well know,
no one is more clandestine
than I.

No one.

Nervous?

Not at all.

I've just canceled
three times in my head
already today,

so there's that.

Doctor Park is the best
trauma therapist
in National City.

She practically wrote
the book on PTSD.

Still it's hard, I know.

I have seen soldiers

paralyzed over
what you're about to do.

I am so proud of you.

And Dad would be, too.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Alex, hi.

Of course.

I'll see you then.

Thank you
for meeting me.

Any time.

So what's up?

I wanted to get your advice
on something,
being a therapist.

I'm sorry, I hope
that's not weird
that I asked.

I can make
a one-time exception
for a friend.

Okay.

My commanding officer and I

both agree that we think
that something suspicious

is going on at the Department
of Alien Affairs,

and I am trying to tell her

that we can't just follow
their every order

but she insists
on the chain of command.

And I don't know
how to reach her.

Well, can I take a stab?

Please.

You need to stop
getting angry

and get smart.

Okay, now, I had a real jerk
of a CO.

We were stationed
at a checkpoint

on the outskirts of Bashur.

And one day,
a man pulled up

in this decrepit pickup,

his pregnant wife
in the back,

and he's just trying
to get to the only midwife
in the region.

Just half a mile
across town.

And the CO doesn't care.

Rules are rules
and he doesn't have
the right papers.

So what did you do?

I yelled and screamed
about doing the right thing

and got nowhere.

But my sergeant
convinced the CO

that it would be safer
for his unit

not to risk the life
of the man's wife and child.

He knew what the CO
cared most about.

His men.

Hmm.

You can't change people.

But you can appeal
to who they are.

Even the toughest COs
care about something.

Let me guess, right now
you're wishing that you
never called me.

Actually,
it's quite the opposite.

I'm really glad
you didn't leave.

The root server
containing the alien registry

is located in a vault
on sub-level five.

Authorized personnel
have to pass through
a series of security checks.

First, a voiceprint
identification.

Thankfully Colonel Haley
is good at talking, and I am
good at recording.

Colonel Haley.

Next, a retinal scan.

I can scramble the pattern
of the retina

in my image inducer
to confuse the gateway
computer.

Then the most challenging step.

The guarded elevator.

From studying Ethan Hunt,
master of the impossible
mission,

the obvious answer
to bypass the guards
would be subterfuge.

Yes, Colonel Haley,
I'm hurrying there
as we speak.

Colonel Haley,
she's very impatient.

Need something.
Sub-level five.

What if my actions
are discovered?

And the powers that be
retaliate by coming down
even harder on the aliens.

Then again,
if I don't delete it,

Alien Affairs will
immediately target
my friends

for deportation.

And if I do delete it,

well, then what's to stop
the government

from finding a new way
to target them?

Ah, spruck!

There is a perfect
50/50 chance

that what I am
about to do

is absolutely wrong.

Well...

If there is no mathematical
solution

then perhaps I should
find a more...

creative one.

These are just
monthly expenses.

Payoffs to half the guards
and all of the inmates.

This one's all about Superman
and his supposed failings.

It's infuriating.

What is it?

It's from my childhood.

It's an inventory

of all the faults
and mistakes I've made
since I was four.

This is how he operates.

I get flooded with emotion
and he wins.

I don't think I can do this.

Uh...

We have a peeping Tom
across the way.

You think he knows anything?

I get that I should
be grateful.

And I am.

But?

But I'm pissed.

I know I need to be here

but this just feels...

I'm Guardian

and I protect people.

And people look
up to me when...

Do you feel like you
don't deserve help?

I feel like I shouldn't
need help.

I feel like I should be
strong enough to just
get over this.

Of course if you have
a magic pill I'll take it.

Sadly, this process takes time.

For today, I can give you
a starting point to deal
with anxiety

or any negative feelings
that may come up.

A calming tool.

Okay, sure.

It's called
bilateral stimulation.

So if you start experiencing
symptoms, it can help
pull you back.

Cross your arms
and interlock your fingers.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Now, if you're comfortable,

think of a place
where you feel safe.

Use the tool, James.

Cross your arms,

interlock your fingers,
breathe in.

Tap.

This is part of the process.

It takes patience

but it does work.

I know it will.

Hey, there.

Neighbor to the infamous
Lex Luthor, huh?

Oh, yeah,
it was a true privilege.

I mean, you have
a great view.

See anything suspicious
the last few weeks?

Everything Lex did
was suspicious.

And let me guess,
now you want me
to rat him out

to his archnemesis?

Think of how good
that will feel.

To help finally
bring him to justice.

You expect me to trust you?

You are literally
a traitor.

But what do you care, right?

Waltzing in here
and putting a target
on all our backs.

-Excuse me?
-The entire country

is itching to nuke you.

And when they do,

guess who else
gets nuked?

No, they wouldn't do that.

They want to.

Nobody cares about
the little people.

Even if we're fighting
for justice by say,

releasing classified documents
about illegal drone warfare.

Wait. You're Steve Lomeli.

You stole all that data
from the DOD.

I exposed the truth.

And I paid for it
with my freedom.

Because, unlike you,

I'm not above the law.

That's ridiculous. I...

Oh, really? How
many times has your

unilateral
bull-in-a-china-shop approach

destroyed exculpatory evidence?

The term for someone like you

is malignant narcissist.

I help people.

Oh, no, you don't.

Everything you touch,
you ruin.

Nia Nal, I understand
this interaction might
be difficult for you

given that we haven't
spoken since our incredible

yet devastating romantic
encounter at the hospital.

Yeah, I've barely
been able to eat.

Yes, well, I too have been
caught in quite a conundrum.

Ben Lockwood is trying
to trap Supergirl.

His next step will be
obtaining the alien registry.

We could delete it right now,

avoid that possibility,

but that could backfire
and bring the government
down twice as hard.

The odds are a perfect 50/50.

What does your gut tell you?

That decisions should
be made based on facts
and not

intestinal inclinations.
Now, please tell me,

what do I do?

If you want my opinion--

No, I do not,

I want you to literally
tell me what I do.

Dream the future
of the registry.

Does it exist?
Does it not?

If you tell me that,
then you tell me what I did

so that I could do it.

So when I want to know
about my
descendant's superpowers

it's all "You'll destroy
the fabric of space and time."

But when you want
to know the future it's--

There is no other way.

Fine.

You don't destroy
the registry.

That's ridiculous.

Of course
I have to destroy it.

Exactly.

-What?
-That's the answer.

You have to destroy
the registry.

But you just
dreamt the opposite.

I didn't dream anything.

Sometimes hearing
the wrong answer

shows you what
the right one is.

Intestinal inclination.

Not so bad, is it?

Well, thank you,
Ms. Kim.

I appreciate it.

What is it, Director Danvers?

Colonel.

You've spent your life
in service.

Everything you do
is for the good
of our country.

You see that
as a moral imperative.

But some orders
are immoral.

And following them
does not make you
a good soldier,

it makes you complicit.

That is enough,
Director Danvers.

Ben Lockwood wants
to ambush Supergirl.

He wants to execute her.

While you and I both know
that she's been falsely
accused.

Look, I know that it's risky
to defy orders

but you have much more
to consider than just
yourself here.

What about your daughter?

You leave my daughter
out of this.

In all my months here
I've revealed to you

exactly one piece
of personal information.

One piece--

And now you wanna use
that as leverage against me?

-Colonel--
-Not to mention lying

about the signal watch.

Yes, I know
more than you think.
One click, she comes.

Two clicks, she stays away.

You're pushing your luck
here, Danvers,

and one day you're going
to push it too far.

Dismissed.

Hey, there, Warden.

Is Warden your first name
or your last?

What are you doing here?

Got an alert.

Kryptonian in the boss' cell.

Well, people
who used to admire me

now think I am
an American traitor.

And the people that hate me

are reveling in my downfall.

Okay, this is not
your downfall, Supergirl,
it's a glitch.

You didn't do it.

We both know Lex
is behind this,

and soon everyone
else will, too.

Okay, I know better
than anyone what it's like

to be falsely accused
of a crime you didn't
commit, okay?

It's not fun.

No, it's not.

But neither is reading through
your murderous brother's
journals

and reliving
traumatic memories.

Just looking
at Lex's handwriting

is like needles in my eyes.

Maybe this
is a wild-goose chase.

Maybe there's no clue trail,

just Lex torturing me
like he always does.

Let's just get out of here.

No. No, Lena, wait.

People like you and me,
we don't give up.

So we will find something

and we're going
to stop him.

Good morning, Cell Block D.

-Is that--
-Otis Graves.

Coming to you live
from WLEX.

We have a giveaway
for one lucky caller.

First person to apprehend
Supergirl

gets a lifetime of not
being in prison anymore.

Good luck.
Lines are opening now.

We've got about
30 seconds before
there's a riot.

-I'm gonna find Otis.
-Wait, I'm coming with you.

No, no, the whole cell block
was just set free,
it's too dangerous.

But that numskull's
our best hope
of finding Lex.

Which is why I will go.

You need to find out
what Lex is hiding.

I'm gonna weld that
outside door

so Otis can't get in.

Before you go...
It's a Kryptonite shield.

If Lex did bring
Otis back as Metallo,
you're gonna need it.

Thanks.

-Good luck.
-You too.

As the nation
enters the second day
of martial law,

food shortages and an uptick
in violent crime

has been reported
across the country.

Adding to this tension
is the escape of Lex Luthor,

brother of L-Corp CEO,
Lena Luthor.

Warden, we don't
have much time.

I need you to help me find a--

psychopath.

You bastard.

"Father lost
his temper again..."

Lena.

Get back here now!

"Lena stole
his prized fountain pen
for me.

The one presented to him
by the King of Jordan.

Lena craves my attention.

Pathetic.

If she knew how brilliant she
was, she wouldn't need it."

What if he finds us?

Don't worry, he can't
climb when he's drunk.

When I grow up,

I'm gonna have
all the money in the world.

And I'm gonna
build a house

and I'm gonna keep
us safe forever.

I'll build it right there.

Those aren't the Alps.

What are you
playing at, brother?

Where's Otis Graves?

Well, well, well.

If it isn't
Lee Harvey Supergirl.

Turns out it's easy
being green.

You're not the only one
who's friends with a Luthor.

My heart's grown
three sizes in here.

President's orders, boys.

If Supergirl's in there,
she is not coming out.

They don't call it
the slammer for nothing.

Aah!

Supergirl!

Here's Otis!

Where'd Supergirl go?

I don't know but I...

I saw a red blur
go through that door.

Wait a minute.

D block's for guys only,
what are you doing here?

I, uh...

I'm a reporter.

I was doing an interview
in the dining hall

when the guards
rushed us out.

The article's
on prison reform,
maybe you'd care to comment?

I don't trust the press.

They always parachute
into crises like this

without any context
for the larger systemic
issues at play.

Sun.

What? What?

-Don't move.
-I'm just a reporter.

-Really, for whom?
-For CatComagazine.

Wait, my name
is Kara Danvers.

Kara Danvers?

What are you doing?

This is Kara Danvers,
the journalist.

The one who writes

that Aliens of National City
column that I read to you.

And most of the other
good stuff in CatCo,too.

Oh, thanks.

Sorry about the shiv.

But when a riot breaks out
in the block,

you never know who
you're gonna run into.

Steve Lomeli.

Editor of Stryker's
one and only newsletter.

The not-so-free press.

It's nice to meet
another member
of the fourth estate.

Pleasure's mine.

So tell us, what brings
you to Stryker's?

Off the record, of course.

Uh...

I'm actually... I'm writing
a piece about Lex Luthor.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about him, would you?

You know,
you're the second person today

to ask me about that psycho.

Huh.

Truth is, my cell is right
across from his.

I could tell you
some things.

-Deep background,
of course.
-Of course.

Supergirl,
this is the National Guard.

Come out
or we're coming in.

Anyone in our way
will be shot.

That's crazy. They can't
just come in here shooting

when there's practically
a riot going on?

You think the National Guard
gives a hoot about a bunch
of convicts?

We are making our breach
in five seconds.

Lay down flat
on the floor...

-Come on, we better
get down.
-...hands behind your back.

Uh, I have to go.

- Five...
-Go? Are you crazy?

Four...

Three...

Two...

One. Go!

Everybody, down!

Move, move, move.

Where is Supergirl?

Lena?

I'm here.

What is this place?

That's the DEO
desert facility.

What are you up to, Lex?

Don't worry, Mr. L.
I got it all under control.

Oh, no.

Otis.

Yes, I am in your cell.

And it looks great.

Stand in the middle?
Yeah, sure.

We've got to get out of here.

We can't leave all this stuff.
We need it to find Lex.

There's no time.

And by "This is what you get,"
you mean what?

-Nia--
- Brainy, I was wrong.

You can't delete
the registry.

Oh. Uh...

-I didn't.
-Thank God.

I had a dream
they came for you.

I should clarify.

I did, in fact,
erase the list

from the DEO servers.
But seeing as how

there may come a time
when we need it...

I downloaded a copy.

To my brain.

Why would you do that?
Now you could be a target.

Well, that's just the cost
of being a hero.

Oh, Brainy, that's...

That's actually
very heroic.

-Hmm.
-You were right.

I should've looked
into the future like
you'd asked.

I have evolved
my views on this topic.

The consequences
of seeing the future

under consideration,

doing the right thing

is an imperative.

Besides, the odds
of my arrest are actually
quite low

seeing as how you're not
very good at interpreting
your dreams.

I give it 40/60 at best.

Make that 60/40.

Brainy?

Your presidential order,
Colonel.

This will suffice,
Miss Walker.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
See if this won't work
on Supergirl.

Good.

Don't be shy, gentlemen.
This is the good stuff.

Nobody fires
without my direct order.

And if she's smart,

she'll come quietly.

Okay.

Summon Supergirl.

So how long is this
supposed to take?

Normally less than a minute.

But it would appear as though
she has gone dark.

Okay.

What did you do?

I followed your orders.

Let's pack it up.

Come on, pack it up.
All of it.

We'll just be taking
the weapons with us.

You pressed twice.

I didn't do it for you.

My daughter

had a panic attack last night.

She is scared

of martial law and the curfew

and the fact that her favorite
teacher has gone missing.

He's an alien.

And presumably in hiding.

But I can't promise
her that, can I?

No, you can't.

I don't like being
manipulated by you

or that power-hungry snake.

You made the right choice.

I prided myself
on my loyalty
to this country.

What I wanted didn't
matter, it was about

serving the greater good.

Now, I wonder about

the few...

the ones left behind.

Will my daughter
be one of them?

She is looking to me for help

and moral guidance
but how can I protect her

if I am party to this?

Authorities
have identified Supergirl
as the attacker

in an attempt to free prisoners of Stryker's Island.

Attempt to free prisoners?

That's ridiculous.

It's always a joy to see
the new and creative ways

people find to hate
the good guys.

That prisoner, Steve,

he wasn't wrong.

I did make things worse.

How many prisoners almost
died today because of me?

I put you in jeopardy
at the prison.

And you were in jeopardy
at the DEO.

It's clear I am doing

more harm than good
right now.

So I think
it's time Supergirl

lay low.

There are other ways
to get to the truth.

James, I got
your message.

It sounded urgent.
What's up?

It happened again.

But this time I could
see 500 feet.

Like it was right
in front of me.

And I could hear things

that nobody should
be able to hear.

It could be a hallucination.

Those are known symptoms.

I would love
to believe that.

I would, but this was too real.

We have to talk to Lena.

This is more than PTSD.

She destroyed a prison.

She outsmarted the DEO.

Somehow she knew
we were coming.

She always seems to be
one step ahead of us.

I need people I can trust

if you want me
to bring her down.

Go ahead.

Deputize
the Children of Liberty.

-Oh!
- Yes,
you were detonated.

But we put you
back together

again.

Thank you
for meeting with me.

Ah! What an honor
to be interviewed
by Kara Danvers.

Just make sure it stays
off the record, okay?

Oh, deep, deep background,
I promise.

It's a shame

Lex's secret prison lab

was destroyed by that
Otis Graves.

But since there's no
such thing as a secure
Wi-Fi network

with me in the building...

Lex's hard drive.

Everything that
was on the computer
in that secret room.

Thank you, Steve.

I'm just grateful
you're bringing him
to justice.

I'm grateful I have
the tools to do it.

There's nothing more powerful
in the pursuit of justice

than the power of the press.

What do they say?

The pen is mightier
than the sword.

Maybe even mightier
than a cape.