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Previously on
Supergirl...

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 thatjustice 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 on 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 crushed her.

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 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?

No, not when Lex is involved.

He's an expert at perception,
a 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?

You 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 wanna 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 can clear the guards
out of D block for two hours.

Lex's cell is through that door.

Nice fireworks in D.C., 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.

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.

He 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 the Romanovs
were executed in Russia.

Lex used to call me the lost princess.

Just like Anastasia.

It's a checkmate pattern.

Anastasia's mate.

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 will 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, sub-section 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 wanna 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.

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.

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 just canceled three times
in my head already today.

So there's that.

Dr. Parikh 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.

Anytime. 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'm 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, uh, can I take a stab?

Please.

You need to stop getting angry,
and get smart.

Okay, 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 mid-wife 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.

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 voice print 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.

Needs something. Sub-level five.

What if my actions are discovered?

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

Oh, sprock!

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.

Pay-offs 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, even.

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.

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 would 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 Lomelli.

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...
- 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.

I 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?

- Oh, um, if you want my opinion...
- No, I do not. I...

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 wanna know
about my descendant's superpowers,

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

But when you wanna know
the future, it's...

There's no other way. I...

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 have revealed to you exactly
one piece of personal information.

One piece...

And now you want to 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's cell.

Well, people who used to admire me
now think I'm 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.

It's 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.

But we will find something,
and we're going to stop him.

Good morning, Cellblock D!

- Is that...
- Otis Graves.

Coming to you live from W-LEX,

we have a giveaway
for one lucky "collar."

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 cellblock was just set free.
It's too dangerous.

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

Which is why I will go.
You need to find out what Lex is hiding.

I'm going to 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's not coming out.

They don't call it "the slammer"
for nothing.

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.

The sun.

Wait! Wait!

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

- Really? For whom?
- CatCo Magazine.

My... my name's 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 Lomelli.

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,
hands behind your back.

Come on, we better get down.

- Uh, I have to go.
- Five...

- Go, are you crazy?
- Four...

Three... two... one...

Go!

Everybody down!

Move, move, move!

Where is Supergirl?

- Lena?
- In here.

What is this place?

AmerTek?

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 outta 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?

No!

- Nia...
- Brainy, I was wrong.

You can't delete the Registry.

Oh. Uh...

- I didn't.
- Thank God.

- Oh, 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, um...

- That's actually very heroic.
- Mmm.

You were right.

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

I have evolved my views on this topic.

The consequences of seeing the future
are a consideration,

but 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, Ms. Walker.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've seen this one
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's 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 the 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.

Well, you made the right choice.

I've 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'm 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.

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... 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's 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.

Yes, you were detonated.

But we put you back together. Again.

Thank you for meeting with me.

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.

Mmm.

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 that 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.