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My name is Kara Zor-El.
I'm from Krypton.

I'm a refugee on this planet.

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,
including my adoptive sister Alex,

I'm a reporter at
CatCo Worldwide Media,

but in secret, I work to protect
this planet I call my home

from anyone
that means to cause it harm.

I am Supergirl.

Previously on
Supergirl...

I'm here to offer you
a government contract.

We need to make
the US military as powerful

as our alien adversaries.

I am never going to agree

with you sharing your research
with the government.

I think you should leave.

So, that's it, then?

Your powers give you the potential
to be a great hero.

But you still have to learn
how to control them.

What I need is for you
to help me train.

Long live the Legion.

Letter for you.

- From who?
- Manchester Black.

The Patriot Act
only protects human life.

Lockwood can't be charged under it.

Get the White House counsel
to sign off, now.

I stand before you a free man,

ready to continue to serve
this great nation.

Cheers.

You work in the prison.

- Your name's Danny.
- What did you say?

Do you like surprises, Danny?

No. Wait!

Hot off the LaserJet.

Oh, let me guess,
this is your sixth article

on Lockwood since he got out of prison?

- New angle?
- Nope.

But people need to be reminded,
you know, that...

That he's a murderer.

There's that.

It feels like
I'm screaming into the void, but...

You wanna save that void screaming
until after we eat?

James.

- Hey.
- Lunch.

Oh, my God, lunch. I totally forgot.

Bad. Kara is so bad!

Okay, you're embarrassing.
Let's go.

Hey.

Are we still on for the, um,
research trip?

Things have been so busy
with all the Lockwood stuff,

that I totally forgot
we have an appointment

with the City Auditor.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. You're only human.

- Uh, I'll call you later.
- Okay.

Well, I guess
I'll get a move on, too.

Work has been crazy with

Lena moving
into the DEO this week, it's...

- That was... I'm sorry.
- It's fine.

No kid gloves needed.

Thanks.

Okay. I'll see you soon?

I hope so.

Hey.

This came from a friend at NCU

who applied for a medical study
a few months ago.

He didn't get picked up, but...

That address is to an L-Corp subsidiary.

I know you said that my source for
that last article was wrong, but...

You think it's worth
taking a second look?

Did I cover okay about training
and everything?

- Did I blow it?
- No. No.

I'm still getting used
to lying to Alex, too.

And don't worry,
you'll get better at the whole

sneaking out thing. The key

is subtlety.

Case in point.

Hi, Brainy.

It's Barney.

Barney?

Yes, Barney.

Thought it best we keep a low profile.

Considering where we're going.

Welcome to the Fortress of Solitude.

I mean, it sure beats
the hell out of your loft.

Hey, that place is rent controlled.

And this works great for training.

Plus, you have Kelex, too.

I did not know
we would be receiving guests.

You have a robot?

Caretaker Android Mark IV,

with many other functions.

Kelex, this is Nia Nal.
Give her anything she needs.

And I think Lois already
introduced you to Brainy, right?

Hello, Kleenex.

It's Kelex, Querl.

Don't you have to dust
the cosmic anvil or something?

Okay. Holler if you need me.

It's been weeks

and now you agree to see me?

Why now?

Well, let's just say
prison has changed me.

So, be honest...

What do you think of the hair?

Look, you lost someone,

I know how that feels.

Let me help you.

You think I'm good, deep down, eh?

Well, it's a bad time to be a good man.

Take you, for instance.

If it weren't for your bloody promise,

I believe you could solve
all the world's problems.

You just need...

motivation.

This is Hat.

We go way back.

Hello.

Why are you doing this?

I wanted to thank you in person.

I was thinking small.
Hell-bent on getting Lockwood.

Petty revenge.

But I've got bigger fish to murder.

And you can't stop me, old man.

Don't do this.

Thanks for the chat, mate.
Cheered me right up.

Shall I teleport us out, then?

Ah, not yet.
I gotta make another stop.

I can't take us anywhere
I haven't been before.

- We'll have to do it the hard way.
- Move, move, move!

When's that ever stopped us?

Come on, let's get 'em!

Back up! Drop your weapons!
Drop your weapons!

All out of guns?

Thought you'd like something dashing.

Freeze! Down on the ground.

Naughty.

Hey.

So, what's important enough for you
to jeopardize our thrilling escape?

A bloody jacket? Why?

It's dashing.

Long time no see.

Who's Clockwork Orange?

What's the line?
"No man is a failure..."

"Who has friends."

I thought we captured you.

She says that was a different Morae.

They all look alike to you.

There you are.

Nice to finally meet you.

Menagerie?

You thought you could cut off
the head of the snake?

We're tougher than that.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Let him go.

Why would we? It's war.

You know those alien-hating racists
been coming out of their hidey holes?

We're gonna make 'em dead.

Right, then.

Manchester!

I'm gonna find them.

Not without me.

You have anticipatory dreams.

I have differential calculus.

Both are predictive, but...

You need to be adaptive, too.

I learnt that from my friend, Val.

One of your Legion friends?

So, him, I'm allowed to know about?

Brainy, you know one of
my descendants in the future,

but you won't tell me a thing about her.

But if I knew the full scope
of what she could do...

Absolutely not!

Nia, we could create a paradox.

- Destroy the very fabric...
- Fabric of space-time.

Where have I heard that before?

What is it?

What's wrong?

Pull up the footage.

This is live.

Rio.

We wanna send a message...

- Low angle? Are you insane?
- What?

We are live
from a secret army base

where mercenaries torture aliens
when they get bored.

They killed four of ours.

So we killed one...

Two...

Thirteen of theirs.

From now on, we terminate prejudice

with extreme prejudice.

Like and subscribe.

I'll track them.

Kryptonian technology
is far superior to Earth's,

with, of course,
the clear exception of Kelex.

I've seen hats like that before.

They use Fifth Dimensional energy.

Untraceable.

We are trying to keep up,
but they are just moving so fast.

Outmatched by a freakin' hat.

I'll talk to the Joint Chiefs,
see if they want us overseas.

No, I'll handle that.

I need to also make sure
Ms. Luthor is settled in.

- I can take that off your plate.
- Okay.

Where is the gel electrophoresis
apparatus?

That would be in that room.
Third cabinet on the right.

Well, this used to be my lab.

I'm glad it's in good hands.

No, it's just for a couple of weeks.

Unless you wanna change that
combat suit for a white coat?

May I?

Okay, so you are

reducing mitophagy, and...

increasing mitochondrial efficiency
at the same time?

That would give muscle cells
the potential to...

Okay, wait.

That conversation at Thanksgiving?

That wasn't theoretical?

You're giving people powers.

Management is such a waste
of your talents.

Lena, this is huge.

And it's dangerous.

I mean, we need to up your security,

we need to make sure that your
reports are put on a protected...

I'm not gonna be writing any reports.

What do you mean, you're not?

You made a deal with the government.

The deal is non-reciprocal.

It's for products, not procedures.

Which is a good thing because
I don't trust governments as a rule.

- I'm the government.
- Well, I sure hope that's not true.

Alex, it's not personal.

I promise.

Ben Lockwood?

Wow. Hey. Welcome to D.C.

Yeah, who should I make it out to?

The guy whose phone calls
you've been dodging.

Oh.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize.

It's all good. I'm Cooper.

Serving the Children of Liberty
in our nation's capital,

- and areas surrounding.
- Right on. Thanks.

Jack, three fingers.

We've been keeping
Liberty's torch lit, so to speak.

You know, taking care of things
while you were...

Well, you know.

I came to say,
I'm on the ground with the boys

and they don't love
your conduct of late.

Well, I got...

good news for the boys.
I'm about to meet with

the President of the United States.

Manchester Black is running free

and you're here with the suits
on Capitol Hill?

- Wait. What?
- You didn't know?

Yeah, he broke out.

This is exactly my point, Professor.

Okay, when this whole thing started,

you were downright scary.

But now...

I got a dog back home, Max,
great dog.

The day we neutered him,

he didn't bark the same no more.

Okay, yeah.

Nobody is gonna follow this.

Put his on my tab.

Who are
Manchester Black and his cohorts?

To some, they're terrorists.

To others, they're a force for good,

fighting against alien discrimination
worldwide.

Every action
has an opposite and equal.

Yeah? This "Earth first" Liberty crowd,

they hurt aliens,

and, what, they don't think
we'll hurt them in kind?

That's London.

And it looks like
they stole the crown jewels

to make a bigger statement.

Why? 'Cause Supergirl says
that's not the way.

Supergirl's like a folktale.

In theory, comforting, noble.

In reality...

...ill-equipped, and clinging to ideals
of a time long past.

When they go low,

she goes high.

We put them six feet lower.

We're through giving these devils
the benefit of the law.

Supergirl's done.

This is the era

of the Elite.

Now, while I flatter myself,

my guess is the girl of yesterday
is watching somewhere.

Hands on her hips
in the name of justice.

Well, she can come meet me,
face to face.

Dawn.

Come alone.

I hope you can make it.

That's what you're all about, right?

Hope.

Now for a commercial break.

You cannot trust them. It'll be a trap.

It wouldn't be the first one
I walked into.

He didn't even say where to meet.

That flash at the end of the message

had an image coded in it.

A map only I could see.

Superluminous stimuli embedded in
structured light.

I don't want to be impressed, but...

- Where does he wanna meet?
- Manchester, England.

Guess he wanted home-court advantage.

How long till dawn?

Three hours, 21 minutes, 15 seconds.

So we wait
and then I'll deal with them.

FDR's.

Used it to sign the Labor Relations Act.

Your dad was a union man, right?

Oh, yes, sir. Through and through.

Yeah. Come on.

Mr. President, while I'm here, um,

I speak for...

I speak for a lot of people,
a lot of good people.

People who are interested in service

- and so I was thinking that...
- Service?

What are you saying?

Well, you know how effective
my people can be

and with the world where it is today,

- and with the Elite being out there...
- Hmm.

I want you to deputize
the Children of Liberty.

What?

I like your show, son.

And I'm glad I could help you out
with a pardon,

but I've got the situation
pretty well in hand.

All right?

All you got to do
is look pretty for the cameras.

Nice suit, by the way.

I've made up my mind.

You can't convince me to change it.

I know you better than that.

Just don't let him bring you down.

Manchester got to you, didn't he?
At the prison.

All I've wanted to do
since my father died is honor him.

Live by his example.

And you have.

But I'm struggling, Kara.

There's a duality in me that's at war.

I wanna be a man of peace,
just like my father, but...

Every fiber of my being
is fighting against that.

Being a manhunter was part of my nature.

Are you considering
picking back up the sword?

I made a personal vow

and I wouldn't take that lightly.

Well, if you choose

to join the fight
to bring the Elite to justice,

I'm sure your father would understand.

Even Myr'nn joined the fight
against Reign.

Manchester's baiting me.

We're connected somehow.

I think he can feel the rage
that lies within me.

Rage born of the massacre of my family.

One thing's for certain,

Manchester was a test for me.

But, whether he's a test of my resolve,
or just a mirror

showing me that I cannot walk
my father's path, I just don't know.

You will find clarity, J'onn.

I know you will.

Thank you.

Do you want me to come with you?

I think I need to do this alone.

There's a reason
he brought the fight to me.

I'm the symbol.

He wants this.

- Kelex.
- Nia Nal.

It's nice to see you
without that bore, Querl.

This star has died
and there, a new one emerges.

So, you know about this stuff?

Other systems?

Planets?

If I'm interpreting
your intonations correctly,

you seek information on your species.

Shouldn't you ask
your pompous Coluan friend?

Brainy wants to keep all that
under wraps.

But if I'm supposed to fight,
I need to know what I'm capable of.

The only other person
who could have told me is...

gone.

Your timeline is likely
extra-Lorentzian,

and not as subject to paradox
as one might think.

But there are still risks to
divulging this type of information.

Well, Supergirl said anything I need.

Didn't she?

Those were her orders.

Then tell me about Naltor.

Tell me about everything I can do.

You could have just used the door.

And you could stop killing people.

Please, but no tricks.

If anything happens to me,
the more I will start killing.

So, what? We're just gonna sit here
and do the diner scene from Heat?

Ah, no, no.

Ah, Pacino, De Niro,

they came alone.

They're just for my protection.

It's a little gaudy for me.

Hey, that's my fee.

I thought you were all about
your vendetta.

Ben Lockwood...

- Fiona?
- Why'd you think I came here?

Brought her things to her family.

Lockwood's time will come,

but this is about me and you.

You won't join us
and I can't beat you, so,

- let's make a deal.
- I accept your surrender.

Never.
But I can stay out of your soup.

Cat in a tree, idiot in tights,
bank robbers, all yours.

But the racists, the fascists,
the Children of Liberty...

- that's our department.
- I won't let you keep killing people.

Oh, like your government
intends to kill people?

You really don't know, do you?

Next week, your beloved government

is launching a satellite that will
shoot down any alien spacecraft

- trying to enter our atmosphere.
- That's impossible.

I have it on good authority.

Hat kidnaps secret agent types,
learns what they're up to.

That's why we formed
this band of merry men.

Sorry. Merry people.

Why should I believe you?

Talk to your mate, Baker.

You know, the bloke who just pardoned

the Grand bloody Wizard
of the Children of Liberty.

Ask him about Operation Claymore.

And then ask yourself,

what if it were your ship
they were blowing up?

You came here in a rocket,

child in a basket, you know,
real Moses stuff.

Here's your chance to tell the bosses
to "Let your people go."

Or, us plagues will do it for you.

Mr. President.

We need to talk.

I will not apologize
for protecting my country.

But that's why you have me.

That may have sufficed
for Olivia Marsdin,

not anymore.

Everyone involved in Claymore,

everyone that works at
that satellite base is at risk.

The Elite are going to attack.

If I closed every military base

that might be threatened,

I'd have no bases left.

And last I checked,
I don't answer to you.

Will you answer to your electorate

the first time Claymore
shoots down an alien ship

that means us no harm?

It's wrong. Innocent people will die!

Do no interfere with that satellite.

This is a mistake, Mr. President.

Go to Scrambler Code 187.

General, move the Claymore launch
up to tomorrow night.

And double the guard at Devils Tower.

It was fine. It was a photo op.

I wore the suit and...

Yeah, that probably was
a little bit much.

There was this guy
at the hotel who, uh...

Doesn't matter, Lydia. Um...

You know what, sweetheart,
I just keep hearing Dad's voice

in my head, and he's telling me
that I'm an idiot

for rubbing elbows
with all these politicians,

when I started
the Children of Liberty to help people,

real people.

Am I still doing that?

Or have...

Yeah, anyway, uh...

How are you doing? How's George?
I wanted to talk to you about...

Your message has reached its limit.

Come on.

Come on.

No.

No. No. No. No. No.
Bad astral projection.

Hmm.

You went behind my back.

You took advantage
of that simpleton, Kelex.

And now you're astral projecting.

That jumps months of training.

I know, I'm sorry. I just...

I moved too fast, 'cause it's what I do.

I push myself,

and I take on more than I can handle.
My mother always said it.

But that's what heroes do.

Leaping before one looks
is part of the job description.

- It backfired.
- Yes.

But next time, you shall fire forward.

I didn't know you made house calls.

Your place is great.

I'm here about Operation Claymore.

The President is planning on
launching a satellite array that will

blow up any alien spacecraft
entering our orbit.

What? The DEO is supposed to be

the first line of defense
against invasions.

I mean, not some giant gun.

- Is that even legal?
- I don't know.

But I do know it's immoral.

But everything I do means something
to people. So...

if I stop the satellite,
I'm aligning myself with the Elite.

And then, on the other hand,
if I let the launch happen,

what does that say to
the Children of Liberty?

Why does it feel like
there are only two choices?

But aren't you on your own side?

Yes. Alone.

- Sometimes, it feels like...
- Screaming into the void.

That's something my sister said.

Look, you can only do
what you feel is right.

Yeah.

Come with me.

Talk to the Marine Corps.

You're the Director of the DEO.
Throw your weight around.

If I show up,
I would jeopardize my position

and the whole organization
would be at risk.

I can't.

I understand.

I'm just saying, maybe a prison
dye job wasn't the best move.

Nor is base dealing, mate.

Needed a third king.

- Gin.
- Thought you'd never ask.

What's that, girl?

Trouble at the old mill?

Right.

You called it. Girl of Steel
went straight to the President.

Idiot moved the launch up to tomorrow.

Base is in Wyoming.

Devils Tower.

- How did you know we were coming?
- Fish and chips.

And tracking devices.

This ends now.

You're still outnumbered.

Count again.

Who's this then?

You have the Elite,

I have super friends.

Right.

Oh, crap.

I got you.

Ouch.

Oi.

Go after the Martian.

- Rad.
- Rad!

I built the gloves to harness
raw dream energy. So, yes,

it's quite rad.

You're safe now. Get out of here.

Go on.

Turn the other cheek.

Director Danvers.

I did what I thought was right.

J'onn.

- The satellite.
- Right.

- How'd you know where I...
- Dreams.

Differential calculus.

Where's my ring?

Sleight of hand, fam, like me.
You see...

I'm just a distraction.

Wait. Where's the Morae?

Brainy, they started the launch.

The controls are destroyed.
I can't do anything.

Well, that was the plan.
Wasn't it?

Launch initiated.

- What did you do?
- Picked my own target.

1600 Penn.

The White House.

Your government on fire,
hoisted by its own petard.

As soon as it reaches orbit,
it will fire.

There's a reason
it's called "playing God."

It's fun.

Fly.

Wanna make me
the happiest man on Earth?

There you are, J'onn J'onzz.

Nice to finally meet you.

I know why you called me now.

You have a death wish.

Satellite has reached orbit.

Firing in

seven, six, five,
four, three, two,

one.

You okay?

That ring...

was mine.

And I lost it.

Look...

If you've taught me anything
the past couple days,

it's that setbacks
will make you stronger.

It's not about how your ring
was stolen, Brainy.

It's about how
we're gonna get it back.

Thank you, Nia Nal.

How's your head?

Don't worry about it.

Just don't tell the President.

You were never here.

You did a good thing
destroying that satellite.

Well, I couldn't have done it
without that suit.

But the Elite are still out there.

Oh, we'll get 'em.

Um...

Look...

Officially, I know that we're not really
supposed to communicate.

I'm not saying you can just show up
whenever you want,

but, you know, occasionally,

time to time, maybe, uh,

- we could...
- Kick ass the way we used to.

Something like that.

I would really like that.

Well, uh, wish me luck.

I gotta go see a guy about a satellite.

Good luck.

That satellite array was created
to protect Americans.

Not to mention that it cost
two billion dollars!

And now it's gone! And here we are.

Yes, here we are.

As well as your staff,

your loved ones, thanks to me,

wasn't leveled by a weapon
of its own government's creation.

Come on.

You can tell me.

Hmm?

You hated that satellite.

You're a superhero.

There had to have been a way to stop
Claymore without blowing it up.

No, you did it

because you wanted to.

I assure you, sir,
there was no other way.

Colonel, a word?

This is not a good time.

The next time the government institutes

a secret extraterrestrial
defense program,

I would appreciate
being part of the conversation.

Operation Claymore should have been
DEO purview.

If I'm not briefed
on matters of national security,

- then I can't do my job.
- Just a moment.

I didn't know.

Sorry?

The President acted against protocol.

I was never informed.

So, that results...

in a two percent increase...
Oh, my God!

- Jeez.
- Um, what happened?

Oh.

It's fine.

Um...

I think you're right.

There is something wrong
with this government.

- I thought you were the government?
- No.

I'm your friend.

And, right now, I have
a hell of a lot more faith in you

than I do in them.

So, whatever you need...

I'm here.

Good.

That I can trust.

Come back tomorrow
and we'll give you the real tour.

Ben.

I'm glad you made the second trip.

I really appreciate it.

Of course, Mr. President.

A lot of things going on today.
A lot of movin' parts.

Mmm. I can believe it, sir.

Of course you do. Belief,

loyalty.

It's important, hmm?

Maybe not to certain caped individuals.

See, I've been thinking, Ben,

I may not be able to deputize
all of your Children of Liberty,

but I can deputize one.

How would you like to be
my next Director of Alien Affairs?

What?

Wow.

Uh...

We could use a man like you.

A man who knows what he is.

An asset to this administration.

It's unbelievable.

Yeah, the President is making some
very strange decisions lately.

The Lockwood appointment,

the satellite...

- How do you...
- Brainy told me.

We get brunch.

- Cute.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

My instincts were all over the place
on this one.

Didn't know which way was up.

Still not sure if I do.

Yeah, I know the feeling,

I got this story I'm not sure
if I should pursue myself.

How'd you figure it out?

Examined my motives.

Made sure the decision I was making
was for the right reasons.

And not the selfish ones.

I guess that's all
we can do really, right?

Yeah.

Speaking of which,
I've got another article to write.

Type fast.

Super-speed.

Mackenzie.

Hey, um...

That source that you were mentioning,

do you think he'd be willing
to speak on the record?

You all saw the exact same thing I did.

We need boots on the ground,
not wingtips on a dais...

Gentlemen. Sorry, I didn't realize
that we were meeting until...

My fault. Must have forgot.

These here are all the folks who've
been holding the fort down in...

Well, let's see. Nor'east,

Carolinas, Gulf,

New Mexico. This is Ben Lockwood.

I'm sorry, is it Director Lockwood?

This kinda looks
a lot like my mask, Coop.

Well, we're all Agent Liberty.

It's like you said, isn't it?

Doesn't matter who we are,

doesn't matter who leads.

- Sure...
- Except I think it might!

Agent means you act.

And we're all feeling

like you're all talk.

No action.

The Children of Liberty need a leader
who inspires them.

Someone strong and powerful.

Is anyone else entertaining
a change in leadership?

No? Good.

Let's proceed.