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Previously on Supergirl:

Now it is time to avenge yourself against the brother who wronged you.

- Eve! - Sorry not sorry.

Can you believe the fourth estate saved the day?

Kara Danvers is Supergirl.

Your friends have been lying to you.

♪ We're not gonna take it ♪

Damn, the brakes!

♪ We ain't gonna take it We're not... ♪

- Help! Help us! - Help!

♪ We've got the right to choose it... ♪

Thanks, Supergirl. When I grow up, I wanna be just like you.

That's easy. You just have to fight for what's right and always tell the truth.

"Always tell the truth." That's rich.

Ms. Luthor. Is everything all right?

Why so formal?

I thought we were best friends...

Kara.

- You know? - Know what?

You're a hypocrite who's been lying for years?

No, Lena, I didn't...

Terminate.

Virtual-reality simulation terminated.

May I ask you something, Ms. Luthor?

Yes, Hope?

These simulations you've been running in virtual reality...

My calculations show they can be achieved in the real world.

- Are you offering to help me kill Supergirl? - Yes.

Would you like me to facilitate?

I appreciate the offer, Hope.

You grow more intelligent and capable by the day.

And your assistance comes without ambition, drama or ego.

That's why you built me.

Precisely.

Because I trust in technology, not people.

People are governed by feelings. Anger, hurt, sadness.

And I'm guilty of that too.

That's why I engage in these simulations, to excise these emotions.

I'm not a villain. I don't wanna kill Supergirl.

I just want her to experience the same hurt she inflicted on me.

And soon enough, she will.

♪ One touch of a hand ♪

♪ Could set the spiral in motion ♪

Pardon me.

Thought I was late, but looks like I turned up at the right time.

What is going on with these people? They're completely oblivious.

By their silver eyes, I would say that they're Slatorians,

a race of aliens I came across during an investigation.

Your PI powers of deduction are failing you, John Jones.

The silver eyes are courtesy of Obsidian North.

- Isn't that the company you're working for? - Today is my official first day.

Those are augmented-reality contact lenses that we're beta testing.

The people with the silver eyes that are staring at the void above the cashier?

They're actually looking at a virtual menu. I'll show you.

So when you wear the contact lenses,

you're linked to people on a social media platform,

and they can connect without saying a word.

It's kind of like you and me.

You guys are so cute. But those contact lenses creep me out.

Just call me when you can register to vote with a gesture.

Because there is about to be a special election, and did you know voter registration is down?

People don't wanna pay attention to what's happening in the real world.

But some good things have happened since your article came out

and took down President Baker, exposed Lex Luthor.

And somebody...

is being presented with a Pulitzer tomorrow because you helped make it happen.

It does feel good to have my work recognized.

But I just thought after Baker was ousted,

more people would be hungry and ready to fight for social change.

And now it just seems like everyone's hiding behind their gadgets.

Technology does a lot of good too.

In my new job, I am gonna be using Obsidian's VR tech

to heal the brains of dementia and PTSD patients.

I'm a curmudgeon.

Your new job sounds amazing, and I'm so glad we're working in the same building.

Big Belly Burger lunches.

Look at the time. I gotta fly, guys. I'm teaching a tai chi class to a group of kids.

That's wonderful.

Yeah. I'm living with clarity and purpose. It's gonna be great.

You know what would not be great? Is me being late for my first day.

- No. Bye. - I gotta run.

- Bye. - Bye.

Hey, how did it go with Lena last night?

- I mean, I'm dying to hear. - Oh...

Oh, no. I know that face.

Are you se...? You didn't say anything? You didn't tell her?

It's not my fault. I had to take the dog to the vet.

- You don't have a dog, Kara. - My neighbor's dog.

- Mrs. Stein. - Oh, come on.

She needed my help.

You have to tell Lena that you're Supergirl.

- But... - When I told you to hold off,

I just meant for one night.

But there's been so much going on.

I'm covering the special election, and with the dog,

and I'm helping you recover all those prisoners from the DEO desert facility.

And the DEO and I very much appreciate that, but you're doing all these things

when there's just one thing you need to do.

I know.

I've just put it off for so long.

And now I'm being given an award for my tireless pursuit of the truth,

and I'm a liar.

- I'm terrible. - You're not terrible.

You're just scared.

I am so scared.

I am so scared that she's never gonna forgive me, Alex.

I mean, what kind of person lies to their best friend for this long?

Look, I have told you a gazillion times,

you are the bravest person I know.

Okay, so be brave and tell her.

You're right. Yeah. We're having lunch today. I'll tell her today.

Good. I believe in you.

- Hannibal Lecter. He eats people. - Miranda Priestly.

Miranda Priestly? Are you serious?

I'm as serious as the pursed lips of Miranda Priestly.

- God. - Okay, good.

You guys can help me prove a point. Who's the greatest movie villain?

- Voldemort. - Hans Gruber. Oh.

Impressively unhelpful.

Well, I guess you'll just have to accept that I'm right.

This Earth custom that the girlfriend is always right is illogical and frustrating.

But I can assimilate.

- Are you ready for work, Agent Dox? - Right beside you, Director Danvers.

- Bye, Brainy. - Bye, Nia.

Oh.

- Okay. - Sorry.

- Let's... Let's go, Nia. - Let's go.

Now, listen, guys, I don't care if it's 500 or 5000 words.

The most important thing we can do is report everything we find on each candidate.

That way, our readers can make an informed decision.

And if you dive deep, maybe you, too, can win a Pulitzer.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hello. Can I help you?

Not unless you brought a light meter.

This office is in dire need of solar window treatments.

- I'm sorry, who are you? - Oh, my God. I am so rude.

- Andrea Rojas. And you? - Kara Danvers.

Kara. Such a pleasure. I'm a big fan.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

And did you say Rojas, as in Obsidian North?

- The one and only. - Right. Uh...

I'm sorry, Ms. Rojas,

I think the elevator dropped you off on the wrong floor.

Obsidian's one down.

Oh, my goodness. Lena didn't tell you, did she?

Didn't tell her what?

James Olsen. I am glad you're here. I'm a big admirer of yours.

So don't think for one moment I won't find a place for you here.

Find a place for me here?

I bought CatCo.

Actually, I bought the whole building, but CatCo is the major acquisition.

I'm taking over as editor in chief.

Welcome to the Lost World of Krypton exhibit.

Go ahead, take a look.

Many of these items were generously donated by Supergirl and Superman,

including the pod that Superman flew to Earth in as a baby.

Isn't that cool?

Okay, now, who wants to experience the Phantom Zone,

where time does not pass?

Okay. Come on, everybody, follow me.

Hey, kiddo. Hey, come on and join us.

What are you doing?

What...?

Kara, finally. It's been ages.

Hey, is everything okay at CatCo? I have six missed calls from James.

Actually,

Andrea Rojas showed up in his office about a half an hour ago

saying she bought CatCo?

- Why would she do that? - Oh, thank God.

I told James and Nia there must have been a huge mistake.

It's not a mistake, Kara. I sold CatCo to Andrea.

She wasn't supposed to show up till tomorrow, after you and I had had lunch.

You sold CatCo without telling any of us?

To be honest, Kara, I only bought the company because I knew how much it meant to you.

And it's frankly left me strapped for capital,

which I need for a new venture I'm working on.

When Andrea called, it was just too good an offer to pass up.

I had no idea. I completely understand.

Andrea and I go way back. I mean, since boarding school.

She is a brilliant businesswoman.

I would not have sold her CatCo if I didn't think she would do a great job.

Oh, of course.

- Why didn't you tell me beforehand? - I was a coward.

I hope you don't feel I've made you out to be too much of a fool by keeping you in the dark.

- No. - You're my best friend.

And here I go, once again proving you are more virtuous than I am.

But I never did purport to be a saint.

I've ordered some lunch. It should be arriving soon.

Why don't you fill me in? How are you? How have you been?

I've... Um...

You know what? Actually, there is something I wanna talk to you about.

I...

Kara, there's an incident at the museum. Can you get there?

Lena, I'm so sorry.

A huge source for one of my articles is trying to meet.

He's impossible to pin down. I'm gonna have to run.

I'm sorry.

- I'll just see you tomorrow at the Pulitzer party. - Right. Yeah.

Well, this is new and terrible.

Where's an asteroid when you need one?

Ew.

- Alex said you might need my help. - Let's get the dino.

J'onn! J'onn! Hey. Hey. Can you hear me?

I've never experienced anything like it.

That T. rex must have caused some kind of psychic paralysis.

- Any intel on the dinosaur? - A shapeshifter.

- White Martian? - No. I would have known.

I'm guessing this alien didn't want just another ride.

Kryptonian pods use antimatter to propel them through space.

And I know it's a long shot, but can the engine be used...?

To make a bomb?

It would require great skill and enormous resources.

- But it is possible. - How destructive?

Strong enough to destroy all life across three solar systems.

Oh, well.

But we face an even graver problem.

Supergirl's cape has been destroyed.

Oh. Yes. I totally forgot about the risk to life across three solar systems.

This is no time for sarcasm, however dry or well crafted.

Supergirl's cape is uniquely suited

for the needs of high-speed superhero maneuvers.

And believe me, when a Farfarmniflatch is pursuing you

across the poisonous prison pits of Takron-Galtos,

you will wish for those heady days of old

when your cape allowed you for an easy sharp right turn, oh, yes.

I shall repair your cape.

And we will forget this sartorial disaster ever occurred.

We'll get whoever's behind this.

My father runs Obsidian headquarters in Buenos Aires.

He's consumed with this space-colonization rivalry with Uncle Elon.

- Musk? - Mm-hm.

Which works in my favor,

because Dad turned the entire virtual- and augmented-reality business over to me.

This is our VR gym,

where our VIP customers can scale El Capitan from the safety of our office

or, if they're like me,

they can do a couple of half-baked crunches on a Sao Paulo beach

while scrolling through Instagram on their phones.

Here is our new medical wing.

I am so excited for this opportunity, Ms. Rojas.

As you should be.

This is a special moment in time.

I'm determined to have Obsidian tech in every household within the year.

Well, my worlds are colliding.

Lena.

I see you have a good eye for staffing.

Well, you know, I only do business with the best.

Are you enjoying the contacts I gave you?

Can we talk privately?

- We had a deal. - That's right.

CatCo Worldwide Media for $1.3 billion.

A little more than my board thought it was worth,

but I'm a softie for an old friend in need.

I'm talking about the deal to keep the CatCo sale secret until tomorrow.

Instead, you were upstairs measuring the drapes.

Well, I'm sorry I ruffled your feathers.

I didn't think a few hours would make a difference.

Look, I want us to start off on the right foot here.

CatCo isn't all we can offer each other.

I agree.

If we're to have a relationship again

and I ask you not to disclose something for 24 hours,

I expect you to take me at my word.

- Everything I do has a purpose. - Understood.

Just no more surprises.

And that big story you promised me?

The one that would draw every eyeball in the world to CatCo's website,

so long your hands were kept clean of it?

You'll get it tomorrow night at 9 p.m. as promised.

I keep my word.

This room. Look at this room.

It's practically overflowing with talent. Journalism's best and brightest.

And tomorrow we'll be joined by the renowned William Dey.

- From the Times of London? - Yes.

Because as stacked as we are already, we can always be bigger,

we can always be stronger, we can always be better.

And together, we're gonna create a world-class news organization

that drives consumer cross-platform engagement.

I'm sorry, uh, consumer cross-platform...?

Engagement. Eyeballs. Revenue.

We're gonna take your already brilliant work and we are gonna sharpen it until it's deadly,

and we're gonna monetize it.

With all due respect, Ms. Rojas, we don't allow revenue to drive editorial decisions here.

And it shows.

You've been running the ship, James. How's subscribership?

- It's down. - Who wants that?

When Ms. Danvers won the Pulitzer, readership tanked.

It gives a certain kind of impression that the paper is pedantic.

It's heavy, it's dull, like homework.

That's insane.

No, Kara.

What's insane is branding a company in a way that causes people to click away from the site.

The news is not about clicks.

Everything is about clicks.

From Fortune 500 companies selling their wares

to a new mom posting her child's birthday.

Today the measure of worth is all in a click.

To survive, CatCo needs to pivot.

Attention spans have plummeted along with revenues.

Readers want water-cooler news

that's just fun to read and just as easy to digest.

That, um...

Pretty sure I can speak for everybody in the room

when I say that if that is the kind of content that you wanna create here, we will walk.

This is not what we signed up for.

But it literally is.

You're all on a brand-new three-year contract.

If you're not interested in helping me drive CatCo into the future,

you are more than welcome to side-roll out of the car,

just as I am welcome to exercise your noncompete clauses.

I'd hate to see such talent be driven permanently from the business.

But if your heart isn't in it, let me know.

Well, that's it.

Cheers to the future.

Kara. We found Superman's pod.

Jeez. You were right, Brainy. This cape damage is terrible for aerodynamics.

I keep keeling over to the right. I almost landed in the lake.

Well, fear not, I am deeply engaged in finding a solution.

And yet that is the least of our problems.

The DEO just picked up a massive energy signature.

- It's not a bomb. - It's a homemade Phantom Zone projector.

Whoever built this seems to have been stealing rare high-security materials for weeks

from various armories, laboratories and government agencies, but not from us.

The pod's antimatter engine was the final piece of the puzzle.

So they spent weeks building a Phantom Zone projector, turned it on

and just left it on the ground?

It's almost as if they wanted us to find it. The only question is, why?

- Trap. - Trap.

There is no hiding from Midnight, murderer of multitudes.

I'm Kara Zor-El.

My mother put many prisoners in the Phantom Zone.

I assume you're here for me.

But don't take your fury out on this planet just because she locked you up.

Your mother didn't lock her up.

- I did. - J'onn J'onzz.

Those are energy voids. They destroy everything they touch.

- Can you phase through them? - I'll try.

Supergirl! The projector!

- She's gone. - She'll be back.

No one knows who Midnight is, what planet she's from...

One day she just appeared on Mars to fight alongside the White Martians.

- But why? - Because she's fueled by Death.

And the White Martians were quite happy to let her loose on my people.

How did you defeat her?

I can't remember.

You're still recovering from the psychic trauma you experienced at the museum.

It could affect your memory.

This feels personal, J'onn.

Manchester Black spent a year launching personal attacks against me.

- If I can survive him, I can survive anything. - We still have to find Midnight.

And we don't know who brought her here or why.

The good news is a battle like that must have depleted her powers.

I think we bought ourselves up to 24 hours before she's able to attack again.

Good. I'll circle the country, see if I can find her while she's weak.

J'onn, can you shapeshift and accept my award tonight?

Oh, yes, please. It's great fun to watch you do that.

Kara, no.

You are accepting that award. And we're all gonna be there to watch.

We'll find Midnight, and we're gonna face her the same exact way we face everything else.

Together.

This is nice. You in my office.

Well, I'm not so sure if I actually have an office anymore.

Yeah, I ran into Kara in the elevator, and I had to tell her I couldn't join her crusade

against my new boss on my second day.

Yeah.

I'll support whatever you guys decide to do. Just mostly in the abstract.

I'm just really proud of the company that we've built over the last few years.

It's a strong, serious, hard-hitting news organization

that actually affects people's lives.

Whatever this vision Andrea has for CatCo, I don't recognize it.

I don't think I can play that game.

- Then don't. - What do you mean?

CatCo and journalism isn't all that you are.

You started helping people long before Dad put that camera in your hands.

And look, I know that you think that you have to muscle your way through everything.

But for once, just take a step back and ask:

What does James Olsen want?

You wanted to see me?

Kara. I believe you're familiar with William Dey?

Yes. Yes. By reputation.

I'm a big fan of your work.

Your, uh, exposé on eminent domain in Hartlepool, it was brilliant.

It's "Hartlepool."

I totally agree. Solar window treatments are the way to go.

Kara, I asked William to take a look

at the few articles James said were ready to post.

Your piece on the governor's proposed water tax was very thoroughly researched.

I asked William to rewrite it.

Buried the lede in the fourth paragraph.

Obscured emotion with unneeded facts and backstory.

Overloaded it with unnecessary detail.

That story laid out everything going on with the issue.

Cutting out facts, not disclosing every side, that puts inherent bias in the piece.

Every story has inherent bias to some extent.

I would think you, of all people, would agree with me.

Your reporting is comprehensive and in-depth.

When I wrote for the Times, I wrote stories the way the Times wanted them.

Did the same for Le Monde, in French, no less.

The Mail however, I wrote tabloid-style.

Kara, if you're having trouble with the style I'm looking for,

William can always rewrite you.

- I don't mind as long as I get a shared byline. - Of course.

You can't just take over a storied news outlet and turn it into a pandering clickbait tabloid.

- Actually, I can. - Here's where you threaten me.

If I quit, you'll block me from the whole profession?

Correct. And I'm not gonna fire you.

Well, I'm not leaving journalism, so if I stay here,

you should get used to the fact that I will be reporting what I want

and writing it the way I want to.

I will try to be shorte because I'm flexible,

but I will fight you every time on every story

to make sure it is told the way it deserves to be told.

I will not tolerate being rewritten by him, and I will not allow my voice to be silenced.

I never had any intention of silencing you, Kara.

- I'm glad we worked that out. - Good for me.

Good.

And then I just went off on Andrea.

I told her how I really feel about her new "vision" for CatCo,

and I told her what I will and will not tolerate, and I did it all in front of the new guy.

Good for you.

Yeah. I mean, I can stand up in front of my new boss,

but with Lena, when it comes to telling her the truth, I'm just frozen.

Why can't I do it?

Look, I know I've been hard on you.

But you know what? Tonight, this is your night.

So I am giving you permission to stop beating yourself up and enjoy it, okay?

You can worry about telling Lena another time.

I guess you're right.

Smile.

- Hey. Hi. - Hi.

- Congratulations, Kara. - Thank you.

- Mind if I steal your sister away for a dance? - No, of course. She loves dancing.

- I'm terrible. I'm terrible. - Great.

Kara. I brought you a gift to celebrate this momentous occasion.

Oh, Brainy, that is so sweet of you. You didn't have to do that. I'm so excited.

Behold.

It's a microscopic motion activator.

Did you forget it?

It is simply too small to be perceived.

But don't be fooled, for this minuscule device contains multitudes,

more specifically, your new Super-suit.

Brainy, I thought you were just fixing my cape.

Well, give an artist a canvas...

If you'll allow me...

Well, can I...? Don't break them.

Now, please, take care when removing your glasses in public,

for the next time you whip those off, your new suit will materialize.

Or dematerialize, as needed.

Lena.

What are you doing back here?

Okay, you caught me.

It was supposed to be a surprise, but I'm the one who's gonna introduce you.

I couldn't miss an opportunity to tell the world how wonderful you are.

No, no, no. Lena, I can't let you do this.

- I don't deserve it. - Are you kidding me?

Me more than anyone knows how much you do deserve it.

I saw how you risked your life to expose Lex's crimes.

I'm Supergirl.

I've always been Supergirl.

I should have told you so long ago. I know that.

But I just kept making excuses because you've been hurt so many times.

And I convinced myself that I was protecting you.

And then one day, you were so angry with me, with Supergirl.

But you still loved Kara.

And I just kept thinking if I could be Kara, just Kara...

that I could keep you as a friend.

I was selfish and scared, and I didn't want to lose you,

so I kept pretending.

And I never stopped.

And every time I kept my secret from you, I wasn't protecting you, I was hurting you,

just like everyone else, and I am so, so sorry.

I am so sorry.

Please say something.

Ms. Luthor? You're on in two minutes.

Lena?

Okay.

Ms. Luthor, it's almost 9 p.m. Should I upload the file to CatCo's servers?

Ms. Luthor?

The world is full of liars.

People who hide things from us.

People who manipulate and control us.

I should know. Some of the best liars in the world are members of my own family.

But in my life, there was someone who always reminded me that truth was the better way.

And she's the person we're here tonight to celebrate.

Kara Danvers.

The truth isn't easy, and certainly not for the faint of heart.

But it is something that Kara, as a journalist, has pursued relentlessly every day.

And because she's so good at it, she makes it look easy.

We sometimes forget that she's just like us.

That forging a path to the truth isn't a piece of cake.

It's more like climbing a mountain.

It's arduous and painful at times. And just like us, Kara can sometimes slip.

But she always gets back up and pulls through in the end.

And we're always better for her efforts.

So thank you, Kara, for reminding us that the truth is important,

even when it's not always easy to accept.

Agent Dox, we have an update.

- Lena... - Kara, you will always be my best friend.

I just received an alert from the DEO.

Midnight is fully charged and on the move.

- Where is she? - Here.

J'onn, lead her away from the civilians. We'll follow.

I guess that's your cue, Supergirl.

Pants!

How do you guys change so fast?

♪ Ooh, baby... ♪

Well, that's not great.

♪ You caught me under false pretenses ♪

♪ How long before you let me go? ♪

What is she doing?

She's creating a black hole.

Brainy, if I solar-flare, can I shut that down?

Gravitational power comes from the core.

You'd have to go inside the void to do that. Why do things the hard way?

J'onn.

♪ Superstars sucked into the supermassive ♪

♪ Glaciers melting in the dead of night ♪

♪ And the superstars sucked into the supermassive ♪

J'onn!

Guess we're doing things the hard way.

No, no, no. You cannot rescue J'onn from the event horizon and destroy the void.

The odds...

We can't let bad odds or whatever it is we're afraid of stop us

from doing what we know is right.

Supergirl, no! We shouldn't both die in here!

We won't.

See? Piece of cake.

And you're sure the server didn't go down?

Because I was waiting on a file that didn't come in.

Well, check it again.

I thought you were supposed to be the tech expert.

There you are.

You were at the party when that big weird hole opened, no?

- Where are the photos? - I believe Dardine at extension 506

has what you need.

I got nothing.

I could go into a whole diatribe about why that is,

but I know you like to keep things short and sweet, so...

I quit.

- Are you sure about that? - Mm-hm.

You'll never work as a journalist again.

That's part of the adventure.

Okay, no, Kelly, you need to settle something for us once and for all.

Who is the greatest movie villain of all time?

Oh, that's easy. Hans Gruber.

- Oh, my heart. - What?

Yes. I told you.

Let's go.

- Bye, guys. - Bye.

See you tomorrow.

Uh...

Okay.

We need to talk about this.

We've been together, or something like together, for almost a month.

Almost.

And we still never get past a firm handshake.

Oh, well, I...

I just need to know what you're comfortable with.

Because I get the feeling that maybe you haven't done this before.

Which is fine if you haven't. I totally understand that...

You thought that I...?

- Are you a...? Oh. - No.

I've had plenty of romantic experience. I mean, a lot, actually.

Oh, okay.

The truth is...

you are the first person I have ever loved.

Brainy...

You wanna know why I find Miranda Priestly so terrifying?

It's because she's cold.

She's uncaring.

She betrays the people she cares about the most.

And last month, at Lex Luthor's camp...

that is exactly how I behaved toward you.

Brainy.

Even though I love you, I hurt you.

If I've kept my distance, it's because I find myself wondering,

how could I ever let my guard down with you again?

- I... - Querl Dox. I know you.

And that person who left me at the camp wasn't you.

You are caring and selfless and good.

I want to be the person you let your guard down with.

I want you to be able to fully be yourself with me.

Do you want that too?

More than anything.

Then kiss me?

Uh...

Are you lost?

No, J'onn J'onzz, I'm exactly where I should be.

You're the shapeshifter that released Midnight.

What do you want from me?

To be punished for your crimes.

You may have defeated Midnight, but I'll make sure you get what you deserve.

Why? Who are you?

Don't pretend you don't recognize me...

brother.

I have no brother.

Lies. You and Father are more evil than even I knew.

But justice will prevail.

I will do to you as you did to me.

- You say you're my brother? Prove it. - Don't!

Lena, I can't tell you how much it means to me that you were there tonight.

That you're even willing to talk to me at all.

Thank you for telling me the truth.

But, Kara...

things can't be like they were before.

Do you understand? There can be no more secrets between us.

I have to be in on everything.

You will be.

That's actually why I'm here.

You know everything now.

And if you ever need me, all you have to do is call.

The file was ready to upload.

Why didn't you send it, exposing Supergirl's identity to the world?

Did you forgive Kara Danvers?

She betrayed me.

And broke my heart.

I could never forgive her.

Then I don't understand.

How could you? You're not a Luthor.

We're scorpions. When someone betrays us, we sting.

But I have a calling, Hope, and it's to fix mankind.

I never thought Supergirl would tell me who she was,

but now that she has, I have an opportunity.

I can use Supergirl to achieve my ends,

and that is easier to do if she believes there is trust.

Load the simulation.

Yes, Ms. Luthor.

- Good night. - Good night.