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- Previously on Supergirl:
- It was me.

- I erased my own brother from our minds.
- You lied.

I think you know more about Jarrod
and for some reason you don't want me on it.

You asked me
to be completely myself with you.

I can only operate at 100 percent.

My brother now has the power to incept.

Make you do the things
he wants you to do against your will.

Q-waves somehow forged a link
between Kelly's mind and Malefic's.

She can see him,
even when he shape shifted.

We need to get Kelly to safety.
You should leave tonight.

Take this. It's one of
Lex's transmatter portal watches.

If you need it, use it.

You cannot run, human.

I'm no human, brother.

What do you know of hurt?

When the ones you love turn on you,

that's pain. But you'll see...

when you suffer the way you made me suffer.
You can't touch me without hurting yourself.

That's why he brought me.

- We came prepared.
- You can't incept any of us now.

Don't be so sure.

Agent Blake?

J'onn, now.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

We'll be at Aunt Vi's in a few.

Coming here...

after Dad died...

that's what saved me.

I don't know what would've happened
if Aunt Vi hadn't taken us in.

I know.

My God, what happened to this place?

Is that a prison?

That's definitely new.

Step forward, please.

- Eyes straight ahead.
- The Martian Protocol is in place.

At least Malefic won't get in here.

Hey, Brainy.
What the hell happened?

Malefic shouldn't have been able to phase
through the Phantom Zone Projector.

And our Psychic Inhibitors,
he fried them.

Malefic's brain
is unlike any other Green Martian.

I tried to calibrate both
to his unique physiology, but...

That was our one shot
at tricking him.

He could be after the real Kelly...
My Kelly right now.

We're not gonna let that happen,
there's gotta be another way we can track him.

Something we're missing.

What did he yell at you,
J'onn? "Synd'ar'k"?

I don't know. It's a dialect
I haven't heard before.

We can't afford any more missteps.
I'm having the Verdex Blaster brought up.

- What?
- Alex...

that Verdex Blaster was designed
by Hank Henshaw to kill Green Martians.

Specifically me.

- It's a last resort.
- Hank Henshaw was wrong about you,

but Malefic is exactly the kind of Martian
this blaster was designed for.

Hang on. Let's not rush into this,
because if we'd had the Verdex Blaster,

Malefic could have incepted one
of us to use it on J'onn.

Let's at least have Brainy
try to fix it first.

Okay.

Okay.

Excellent. I shall adjust
the Phantom Zone Projector's wavelength

so Malefic cannot phase through it,
while simultaneously

recalibrating the Psychic Inhibitor frequency
to distract myself from my broken heart.

- Uh, what?
- What?

Nothing.

- Why, what did you hear?
- Maybe we should call in Lena for backup.

- Nia, what's up?
- I was doing some background

on William and guess whose marriage
to a successful lawyer is a lie? His.

You know that picture of his wife on his desk?
It's a stock photo he got off the web.

And that article Andrea
cleared him to write from London,

I had a weird feeling about it,
so I astral projected and followed him.

It was like something
out of a James Bond movie.

He got passed this newspaper and now he's
not going to London, he's going to Mexico City.

- Who is this guy?
- Well, let's see, he's a liar,

who is literally made of shadows,

and now he's going south
to meet someone named Elena Torres.

- I think she might be his next target.
- Good work.

- It was Nia?
- Yes.

Yes, she has another lead on William.
Another possible assassination attempt.

If you think someone's life is at stake,
then you should go.

- You sure? With Kelly?
- I'm sure.

Okay.

Wait, before...
Before you go...

did Nia ask about me?

- Oh, God.
- Not that I care.

I mean, not that I don't care.
It's not a big deal.

Uh-huh.

- I'll call Lena.
- Of course, Alex, I'll be right over.

I believe I've isolated the problem,
Ms. Luther. Lex's journals helped us build

the inception tuner
to implant thoughts into the brain,

but the specific Q-wave frequency
is incorrect.

Unfortunately, that leaves us
with hundreds of thousands of variables.

I may have an expedited solution, Hope.

Alex has just asked me to assist the DEO
in apprehending a rogue Green Martian.

- The brother of J'onn J'onzz?
- Yes.

Apparently he has the ability to override
another person's thoughts with his own.

Mind control...

using Q-waves.

If we were able to harness
Malefic's abilities, we could use them

to determine the frequency is needed
to implant thoughts into the brain.

The study and testing
would require us to detain the subject.

- I doubt Supergirl or her friends would approve.
- No.

I don't think they would.

At least Aunt Vi's house hasn't changed.

- Malefic?
- Wait here.

Hey.

I saw some kids run into the woods.
Were they stealing stuff?

I think they were doing homework.

Why would anyone wanna kill her?

She was the lead accountant
for Obsidian Worldwide.

- Our parent company?
- And William's. Also,

I tracked that license plate you sent me and got
a hit back courtesy of our friends at the NCPD.

Meet Sergio Ramos,
known player in Intergang, Mexico City.

Are you saying that William
is involved with organized crime?

This is getting
a little international assassin-y.

We need proof.
We have to find out what he had on her.

Or what she had on him.

I want to remind you again...

this is liable to be quite painful
until we calibrate the Phantom Zone Projector

to lock onto a Martian energy signature
regardless of the Martian's density,

- so they can't phase through it.
- Ready when you are.

Commence phasing at 25 percent.

Sprock, sprock, sprock.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

- What went wrong?
- It was too much, too much.

I'm almost done reinforcing
the Psychic Inhibitors, I can help if you want.

- I heard the scream, what happened?
- How?

- Brainy?
- I'll figure it out, all right? I'll figure it all out.

I'm sorry, J'onn, we need all
of our options on the table.

I'm prepping the Blaster.

Alex.

- Alex, please don't.
- I don't...

I don't understand
why you are defending him.

He betrayed you and all of
the Green Martians during the war.

They were slaughtered because of him.

I'm just sorry he's doing this.

You have nothing to be sorry about.

This isn't your fault.

It's mine.

It is killing me that Kelly's
in danger because of me.

And I'm terrified he's gonna use me
somehow to get to her.

And I keep praying that she's safe...

- I would never let anything happen to her.
- You can't promise that.

I know you're trying
to make me feel better, I do.

But I won't, not until that monster
is taken care of.

You do what you need to do
to feel safe.

I'm not giving up on Brainy.

So much around here has changed.

Oh, at least one thing
has changed for the better.

Nelson Stewart, isn't that
the reporter you interned for?

Nelson taught me everything
I know about journalistic integrity.

Publisher? Way to go, Nelson.
That's what I'm talking about.

- That's it, I'm calling the cops.
- Get your hands off of him.

He was stealing.

Last time I checked, it wasn't stealing
when you're still in the store.

Besides, I asked him to get it for me.

I'm paying for it.

Now, give him back the ravioli.

Thanks a lot.

I know you, right?
You're one of the kids from the house.

Yeah, so?

- So you have a name?
- Simon Kirby.

It's nice to meet you, Simon.
I'm Kelly.

- And I'm James.
- I know who you are.

I read the news. CatCo, Guardian.

Here's your food back.

I'm gonna...

Yeah.

My sister's planning
a homemade dinner tonight.

She's an awful cook.

You'd be doing me a solid
if you came by and ate with us.

I broke into your house,
camped out in your living room,

and I can make it up to you
by coming over and eating bad food?

Yeah.

Misery loves company.

So...

what do you say?

Sorry, it was open.

Elena Torres?

Don't take this personally.

Hey.

- You really could've hurt that lady.
- Supergirl?

I wonder, do you need to breathe?

Alex.

Agent Sloan, Supergirl's bringing
a prisoner in. Prep a cell.

Yes, ma'am.

Malefic.

You incepted someone
to bypass the Martian protocol.

- Put your gun down.
- You first.

That's better.

Now my brother's friend is his enemy.

I tried grilling her about William,
but she's not talking.

Any news on Malefic?

Nothing yet.

You sure you're okay?

I am, yeah, thanks.

Now it's time
you learned my brother's crimes.

Pizza will be ready in a few.

That was so cool what you did for me...

- at the store.
- Anyone would've done the same.

No, nobody would've done it.

Nobody risks their neck
for anybody around here.

But you did.

It was badass and selfless.

Is it supposed to do that?

- You okay?
- What happened?

Nothing, I just... Headache.

I'm gonna get some air,
will you watch the pizza?

Yeah, of course.

Okay.

Oh, it's not that bad.

I like it burnt.

Well, good thing.

How long have you been living
in my aunt's house?

Couple months.

Sometimes we crash with friends,
sometimes we just camp out in the woods.

Where are your parents?

I haven't seen my dad since I was...

five?

My mom got busted last winter stealing
a space heater from the hardware store.

The judge wouldn't even give her
a chance to explain.

They gave her 10 years
for stealing a 30-buck heater.

Since when does petty theft
get you that kind of time?

It's a racket. The cops, judges,
lawyers, everyone's in on it.

They keep the prison full,
the prison keeps their pockets lined.

How has no one stood up against them?
Called these guys out?

Like who?

Nobody will speak up
and risk themselves.

You can't beat the system,
so what's the point?

There is a point, Simon.

You have to stand up
and fight against injustice.

Everyone's out for their own skin.

It's the way it is.

Not on my watch.

Sprock.

I seem to have made the beam more dense
instead of less. Let's go again.

Just give me a minute.

Okay, J'onn, you can't keep putting
yourself through this punishment.

I'm fine.

You're not, you can barely stand. We need you
at full strength when we find your brother.

I told you...

I will help Brainy so Alex doesn't
have to use the blaster.

Go clear your head.

I know you haven't asked for help,
but you're getting it.

No. I need my mind consumed
with this problem so I don't think of Nia.

What happened to your little boxes?

Little boxes prevented me
from having a real relationship.

Unfortunately, my unboxed self does not
make a particularly good boyfriend.

So I have been analyzing myself,
for days,

searching for a way to modulate myself
for the woman I love.

Well, I'm not gonna give you
relationship advice,

but as a scientist, you seem
to be stuck in an infinite loop.

And unless you can escape,
you're headed for a crash.

- That would be cataclysmic.
- So change a variable.

What's the one thing
you haven't tried yet?

Asking for help.

Will you...

Will you...

help...

me?

Yes.

And I think a small dose of that
will go a long way with Nia.

Okay, could you find me a polarity tuner,
and we can get to work.

Hey.

Somebody get me a photographer,
we've got a celebrity sighting.

- Nelson, what's up, brother? How you doing?
- Jimmy Olsen.

The hell you doing? Hope not looking
for a job, we can't afford you.

I've actually come with a story.

So I met local kid who said his mom's
serving 10 years for petty theft.

I did some digging.
That prison in your backyard

seems to have a lot of people
serving long sentences for small crimes.

- Yeah, people have bad luck, I guess.
- Bad luck?

It's prison corruption,
wouldn't you say?

It's, um...

It's complicated.

- I wish I could help, but...
- You can help, that's why I'm here.

Journalism's about fighting for the little guy,
you taught me that.

It's your job to point out corruption,
so what's going on?

Things have changed for some people.

Idealism doesn't feed a family.

And this power of the press thing might work
if you got the backing of a media conglomerate

and a certain girl with a cape,
but around here it doesn't mean anything.

Standing up for what's right
always means something.

Nelson...

that prison is stomping
on the neck of this entire town.

It's also the only thing
that's keeping this town alive.

Look, I'd love to see
these bastards get what they deserve,

but if I called them out,

my advertisers,
they'd pull their money.

Not only am I out of a job,
but so are the 30 people I employ.

Go back to National City.

I like to think of you there.

You know, I'm just glad
somebody made it out of this town.

And I'm glad it was you.

Listen to this. So my contact
at the Mexico City Herald

said the morgue had a discrepancy.

Elena's body was burned beyond recognition,
but they used an incisor to confirm I.D., and...

it wasn't a match.

Apparently the body they pulled
from the car had been dead for two weeks

- and died of natural causes.
- So they faked Elena's death?

Well, that shines
a new light on my news.

I ran that number you found
in Elena's apartment by my accountant friend,

and it turns out it's linked
to an offshore bank account.

Someone's been funneling money
into it for the past year,

and here are two names listed
on the ledger. One is Elena's,

- and the other is anonymous.
- Huh.

- You think William?
- Maybe.

Embezzlement,
is that what this is?

My friend says there's an address
listed to the account, but it's encrypted.

- Let's call Brainy, see if he can crack it.
- Or I could ask my friend to do it.

Are things still weird between you guys?
He did seem a little off this morning.

I was afraid this would happen.

I thought that if I was just honest with Brainy
it would help solve our problems,

but it's only made things worse. I know it's
something we could work through together,

but he thinks that it's his problem to solve,
and he now won't even talk to me.

Well, you know how Brainy is. Sometimes
human emotions just throw him for a loop.

I think he just needs time,

and to realize
you're not going anywhere.

Okay, so you get this
back to your friend,

see if she can unencrypt it,
I'm gonna get to the DEO,

talk to Alex and J'onn,
see if there's any news on Malefic.

- Copy that, boss.
- We are so close to cracking this, I can feel it.

On a clear day, you can see
the moons of Mars from here.

Today's not a clear day.

I've found out what you've done.
You lied to us.

You put us in jeopardy
so that you could protect yourself.

Keep your secret safe.

That you mind-wiped
the existence of your brother.

Alex, I wanted to tell you.
But I was so ashamed.

I confided in you
how this was tearing me apart.

How I thought that I was
the one putting Kelly in danger.

And you just stood there, knowing
that it wasn't my fault, that it was yours.

You had me convinced
that Malefic was the monster.

But he wasn't just some bad guy
coming after people.

He was some bad guy that you created,
coming after your family.

And again, you just stood there,
and you let us suffer the consequences.

I know.

You may say that you erased Malefic
to protect your family, to protect M'yrnn.

But you did it because it was
easier than helping him.

No. No, no.

Malefic isn't the monster here, J'onn.

You are.

Alex.

Alex.

Yeah. Okay, thanks.

Hey, so the newspaper
might have been a bust, but good news.

The best lawyer in National City
has decided to take your mom's case.

For real?

Yeah. I wouldn't kid about that.
And don't worry about her fee. I'll cover it.

Wow. When do we meet her?

I can set up a meeting with you guys
next week.

You won't be there?

Oh, no, no. I...
This was a visit, Simon. I can't stay here.

Right.

Of course. Why would you?
This town is a hellhole.

- Hey, no, no, no, it's not like that. It's...
- It's cool. I get it. It's not your problem.

Thanks for the help and the food.
See you around.

Hey. Simon.

J'onn? What is it?
Is it something about Malefic?

"Synd'ar'k."

A synd'ar'k is a sinner.
That's what Malefic yelled at me.

I asked Nia to use her dream power
to help me find the truth about my brother,

about the mind wipe.

That's when we discovered...

My brother wasn't born evil.

He had a problem.
And we...

ostracized him.

I wiped Malefic's existence
from our minds. It was me.

I did this.

I've failed my people more than once.
I'm failing you.

No, no.
You've saved us countless times.

I would have been dead last year
when the Earth was seeded with kryptonite

if it weren't for you.

Still.

Wiping him from our mind?

- It's like I murdered my own brother.
- But you remember now.

You risked your own life
to find those memories

and now you can find him
and make different choices.

It was so selfish of me
to burden Nia with my secret

and keep this from you and Alex.

But I'm glad Nia told her. She deserves
to know the truth, and so do you.

It couldn't have been Nia,
she's been with me.

It was Malefic.

He incepted Alex.

- I can't find Alex.
- She turned off her phone and her comms.

Where are we with the Phantom Zone
Projector and Psychic Inhibitors?

Re-configured and re-calibrated.

Supergirl, the Verdex Blaster is missing.

And the armory is cleared out
of anti-Martian artillery. It's all gone.

We have to find Alex now.

There is a way. I could try
and find her psychically.

Malefic's mind is poisonous
to all Green Martians.

Melding with Alex's incepted mind
would allow Malefic into yours.

- It could hurt you.
- All that matters is finding Alex.

Alex, open your mind for me.

We are looking for you.

We need you to come home.

Please, Alex, answer me.

- You did what you could for him, James.
- Wasn't enough.

I mean, when Simon says
it's not my problem, maybe it should be.

This kid's got nobody.

- Hey, you okay?
- Aah.

I'm having visions.

I thought they were in my head.

But whatever happened at Obsidian,
it didn't just allow me to see Malefic.

I think I'm connected to him.
I think I can see what he sees.

And he has Alex. We need to go back
to National City now.

We're not going back. We came here
to get you away from Malefic.

James, when you put on that Guardian suit,
do you think first,

or do you see someone
in trouble and act?

- That's different.
- The hell it is.

We are going back, now!

Damn it, Malefic!
Where is she?

J'onn.

Meet me at the Planetarium.

Come alone.

Welcome to Mars.
Home to a once great civilization,

wiped out by the Great Martian Civil War.

One Green Martian now lives on Earth
among us, the Martian Manhunter,

a coward who left his family
to face an agonizing death and worse.

And he's come here
to pay for it!

Alex, please!

Alex, I know my brother is making you do this.
And if you can hear me, so can he.

I never should have banished you.
I know that now.

I've lived on Earth
for over 300 years...

but I never really found true peace.

I believe it's because of
what I did to you, Malefic.

You didn't betray us by aligning
with the White Martians.

We betrayed you.

We tried to fix you, change you,
when all along, we should have accepted you.

I accept you now, brother.

- No!
- Yes.

You forced me to look inside myself
and discover memories I had erased.

You did it to try and punish me.

But...

don't you see?
You've given us a second chance.

It's not too late for us, brother.

It's not too...

late.

Oh, my God. What have I done?

No!

On Mars, you had nothing
but cruelty for me.

Where did this love
and forgiveness come from?

From my family.

Family's supposed to destroy you!

He was supposed
to come alone too.

This ends now, Malefic.

Tell that to my friends.

- They've been incepted.
- The shield matrix, J'onn.

Yeah, this dome won't last
with all the fire power.

What is that?

- Oh, no.
- We are not gonna lose you again.

The roof. Look, if it collapses,
then everyone in here is gonna die. Go.

Kara, go.

J'onn, get me out of this thing.

- Kelly, you shouldn't be here.
- This is exactly where I should be.

What is this thing?

A bomb. A hybrid of Tamaranean
and Pharoid technology.

It's synced to Alex's molecular structure.

- Supergirl, can you hear me?
- Yeah.

When the dome fails,
you and Guardian gather all the weapons.

Kelly, you're the only one
who can see him, so find Malefic.

J'onn?

- Do you trust me?
- Yes.

Supergirl, now!

It's Malefic, in the blue jacket.

So Malefic's back
in the Phantom Zone.

I'm sorry that you couldn't save him.
I know that's what you wanted to do.

But I heard everything tha
you said to him.

I just wish he could have taken it in.

But maybe now that I remember...

I'll have a chance
to make things right at some point.

How could you ever think that I would say
those things or think those things about you?

I guess because I thought those things
about myself.

Well, I remember you telling me once

that true character reveals itself
in times of hardship.

And I know who you really are.

We couldn't have done
it without you.

Please. I barely did anything.

What? You fixed the inhibitors
and the projector.

It did feel good, you and me
working together as a team,

now that I know
who you actually are.

Well, get used to it, because you are
now officially a Superfriend.

We have T-shirts and a handshake.

I'll teach it to you. It's not a big deal.
It's a whole thing.

We're going out to get drinks tonight.
Do you wanna come?

Oh, I would love to,
but I have been here all day,

so I should get back to L-Corp.

Of course. No rest
for the world-saving genius.

Since Malefic has gone,
how about less fighting on the frontlines

and more cuddles and Netflix?

Okay, yeah, I'm in.

Please, take this
as a token of my deepest apologies.

Brainy, this is perfect.

I do not know when
or how I will find a way to be myself

and yet not succumb
to my more obsessive qualities.

- Perhaps we can work on it together.
- I'm not going anywhere.

People usually steal this.
Dibs!

- Did she say "dibs"?
- I did.

Well done.

Okay, here is to always being together.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

About that. You guys all know that I've been
doing a lot of soul-searching since I left CatCo,

trying to figure out what's next.

I knew I wanted to give back
and help people.

But I was driving myself crazy trying
to figure out where to put those efforts.

And then my extremely wise sister
gave me some damn good advice.

She said, "Stop trying so hard
to figure things out,

and just be still, and listen."

And finally, I heard it.

Only it wasn't a voice
from inside of me.

It was this kid's voice,
this kid that we met in Calvintown.

Sadly, it's become this cesspool
for crime and corruption.

And he told me that no one
there is willing to help.

There's nobody willing to stand up
and do the right thing.

There's nobody willing
to put their neck on the line.

And just like that,
I knew what I had to do.

I've been fighting the good fight
from my fancy corner office for years,

and in the streets of National City
as Guardian.

But I started off as a guy
with a camera...

the camera our dad gave me.

Among the people.

And that is where I need to be.

For now, I'm going back
to Calvintown.

I'm going home.

And I'm gonna show that town that there is
somebody who's willing to fight for them.

I'm gonna buy
the Calvintown Gazette.

Andrea Rojas may be able to stop me
from writing for a newspaper,

but she can't stop me
from publishing one.

That's amazing.

What are we gonna do without you?

One of the main reasons
I moved to National City was

because Clark wanted me
to keep an eye on you.

But you're the one who kept
an eye on me.

You never needed me.

Not then, and certainly not now.

Yeah, but we are going to miss you,
so much.

My feelings are springing out, and I can't
seem to find a little box to contain them.

Okay, try this box.

It's okay.

- To James.
- To James.

- To James.
- To James.

- To James.
- To James.

No. To you guys.

I can't believe James is gone. I guess
part of me always thought he'd come back.

I know.

- But I'm happy for him. He deserves this.
- Yeah.

Kara?

What is it?

My friend unencrypted the address
associated with Elena's account.

It's here. In National City.

What?

How did you get in here?

What is this?

Kara, walk out of here.
Forget what you saw. It's too dangerous.

What are you, an undercover cop?

I'm a journalist, like you.
I work for The Times in London.

I'm here undercover
to investigate Andrea Rojas.

I'm sorry, but you've got to leave
before you get mixed up in this.

Be real with me this once,
and maybe I will.

I know about your offshore back account,
the one you share with Elena Torres.

I know you were in Mexico City yesterday,
helping her fake her own death.

I know you pretend to have a wife,
but you don't.

I know about Dr. Jarrod, Dr. Stern,

so stop trying to cover your tracks,
and try telling the truth.

Elena thought they were on to her.

They knew she was talking to someone.
I needed to keep her safe.

What about your inter-gang friend,
Sergio Ramos?

Sergio is Interpol, undercover.
He helped me get her out.

If the Rojases are dirty,
why aren't you saying anything?

I haven't found the proof yet.

Two years' worth of reporting,

suggests a criminal conspiracy
bigger than Al Capone,

but nothing that connects
the Rojases directly.

It's why I took the job at CatCo,
to get close to Andrea,

doing everything I can to get
into the Rojas's inner circle.

You have been a toxic jerk
since you got here.

How do I know you're not spinning this

to get me off the scent
of what you're up to?

Because that jerk was a lie.

An identity I put on to keep everyone
at CatCo from wanting to get to know me.

Well, it worked.

And it killed me
every time I was rude to you,

every time I lied
about what I've really been up to.

Now that you know,
at least I can be honest with you.

At least, maybe you can forgive me.

I don't think that's gonna happen.

I don't blame you.

I'd hate me too.

Giving you the cold shoulder,

being hypercompetitive
in order to get closer to Andrea,

criticizing your writing instead
of telling you what I really thought.

You mean my work's not really
"sentimental tripe"?

Your articles are honest and smart.
I can never write the way you write.

- You have two Pulitzers.
- Not from the writing. That's from the story.

I have craft. You have art.

Now, promise me you'll let this go.

I'll never forgive myself
if you got wrapped up in this.

You don't have to worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

I don't doubt that you can take care
of everything you set your mind to.

Wow.

I can't believe you came back.
That you bought the paper.

What can I say?
I like a challenge.

Who knows? Maybe you and
I can fix this town together.

By the way, you know
how to work a camera?

- Like on my phone?
- No, not like on your phone.

Like a real one.

My dad gave me this camera.

And now it's yours.

Thanks, chief.

Don't call me chief.

It's Jimmy.

Where am I?
This is not the Phantom Zone.

By now you've realized
you can't phase through these walls.

But don't think of this as a prison.
I'm not your enemy.

In fact I think we can help each other.