OK, Time to get lost. There is nothing here. No, look at me, professor, look at me. Look at me, look at me right here. Professor! Surgery is in effect. Professor, move! Look out! I'm alright. No! You can stitch your ammo. No, I didn't. Your clothes are sun. Alex, run! It's over. Sorry I was late. You were right on time. Pardon me. And now, may I ask what happens to me? I'm quite grateful I did not acquire the ability to fly on this planet. I actually couldn't have loved it. But I don't understand you letting me go. Why? Well, you've already served your time. And besides, you have students to teach. About stars. Thank you, Supergirl. No, no. My name is Kara. Then, thank you, Miss Kara. You're free to go. That's unexpected. Why? Because it's the right thing to do. Because she's a better person than you are. I'm relieved, of course. I'm curious. How do you know I won't expose you to the DL and all your shenanigans to the world once I exit this place? I don't. All I can hope for is that there's still some part of you that will listen to your better angels. Still are, we hope. Even for me. You really are an alien. If you don't have better angels, and I suspect you don't, you should know that we've amassed a dossier the size of this room documenting your crimes, ready for immediate release to law enforcement. You tell on us, we tell on you. You should be assured of destruction. You're making a nostalgia for the Cold War, Alex. Das Kedanya. Das Kedanya. Kara! Just wanted you to know I did all your work for you while you were gone. I don't think I even noticed a difference. You know what? I tried giving you the benefit of the doubt, I tried being nice, but I don't like you. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to be the next Pat Grant. I say, four months at this desktop before I'm a junior reporter, get some on-air experience, make a name for myself. Once everyone knows me, I'll build my brand. Diversify. In ten years, people will be drying themselves using towels from my luxury home collection. And you? Maybe book you relaxing burns. We'll see which one of us gets to stay. Hey. Hey, I just want to say thank you for pushing me to do what I think. Not obviously much. I know you had to do. Well, you make me a better hero. You make me better too. Something else, Father Lin? Yeah. Yeah. Lucy called me, all right. Yeah. Yeah. Lucy called me, all right. And I realized that if I'm ever going to make things work for her, I need your permission to stop lying to her. I need to tell her the truth. I need to be able to tell her that you are Supergirl. Hello, Carmen. How may I be of assistance? Today I met one of the prisoners he sentenced to Fort Ross, but he was different. He didn't hate me or you. I think both of us helped him in a weird way, and that made me feel close to you again. I just wanted you to know that. Anyway, I also have a question about Ashton Lawn. He mentioned something the other day. Myriad? Warning. This construct is not authorized to discuss Myriad. I don't understand. What is it? What is Myriad? Warning. Continued questioning about Myriad will result in its AI self-destruction. What could be so terrible that even a hologram won't discuss it? Seeing that hologram used to remind me of my mom. And now all I can think of is Astra and how you killed her. I'm sorry. I was talking the whole way. There's always another way. Face to face. Sure, it takes some time off. Well, that's not what I mean. I don't know how to work alongside you anymore. And maybe one day that'll be different, but today it's not. I'm sorry. Stay tuned for things from our next episode. The Last of Us Great. We'll get our head. When I was a child, my planet Krypton was dying. 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. And so I hid my powers. Until recently, when an accident forced me to reveal myself to the world. To most people, I'm the assistant at Catcrow Worldwide Media. But in secret, I work with my adopted sister from the DEO to protect my city from alien life and anywhere else that means to hobbit. I am Supergirl. Greet easily on Supergirl. Assistant number one meets assistant number two. I'm two. Which one's mine? I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to be the next Cat Grant. Once you've gotten mine, I need to be able to tell her that you are Supergirl. What happened? I killed her. Why did you light a car? Because you're Supergirl's hero. I don't know how to work alongside you anymore. Humanity is a disease. Merlin's a disease. I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go. I wish I had some better sounds no one's ever heard. I wish I had the better voices saying some better words. Can I actually visit that box while they see the curler? You will not. They were out. But I got you the powdered ones. And yet, you know, I'm all about the curler. An offering of donuts? Whatever could you want from me? I just thought that you might need the extra sugar kick before, you know, coming back to work. You're coming back to the meteor box. I can't. Carl, Hank was only doing his duty. Okay, protecting the planet just like you do every day. I don't kill. Soldiers do when they have to. And Hank had to. I had the chance to bring Astro back into the light. And Hank cheated her and me out of that chance. I know I should be better than this, but I don't think I should forgive him for that. I love working with you. But maybe it's time for me to be my own Supergirl. Shoot, I gotta go. Shoot, I gotta go to work. Good morning, Siobhan. Kara. It's Kara. How's it going, Siobhan? I'm sorry, I have difficulty making conversation with men under six feet tall. Is that for Miss Grant? For her eyes only. Miss Grant, like, is everything to be open before it reaches her desk? I just spent the last 90 minutes in the mail room letting a glorified postal worker stare at my chest. I thought I could be the one to get this to Kat. And I'll take the credit. Tweedle Dee, staff meeting, everyone in my office, stat with a side of ASAP. That makes you feel dumb. I could throw her in space. I dream about doing that. My massage therapist spent the entire session talking about how her surrogate has celiac disease, and my Pilates instructor just informed me that he's quitting to open up an artisanal yarn store in Vermont. So, which one of you hearty souls is going to give me a reason to go on living? You? National City's men's chorus is organizing a Lego drive. And I'm comatose. Fashion, speak. We're seeing crushed velvet as an important look this fall. Oh, try crushed dreams. Anyone else? Miss Grant, this came for your dear private courier. Happy keeping it safe from prying eyes. Why didn't you open it? It could be anthrax. What? It... Close it. It's not. Oh. I'm dry. Oh. Anything? A letter. Make the liars pay for their lies. Make the cheaters feel the pain of their betrayal. That's the website for adult tourist, diamonddiscretions.com. It's like Ashley Madison, except the difference is, this is supposed to be unhackable. It was attached by an anonymous hacker last night. None of the data they took has been released. Because the hacker wanted it recorded by a major media outlet, so they sent it to me. You, brown hair, put it in the microwave, set it to popcorn. Well, actually, put it on baked potato. But whichever, just melt it. Kat, that website caters to powerful people. Elected officials, public figures, espousing a morality they themselves ignore. They're hypocrites. Liars. The public has a right to know the truth. Oh, Lucy. We live in a brave new world of gay marriage and transgender Republicans. Nobody bats an eye at that stuff anymore. Also, I've been on the other side, and if we publish these names, we give these disgusting bottom-feeders legitimacy, and therefore, Major Lane, the terrorists will have won. I'm sorry. As effective as kicking and punching is, next time you're angry about something. Let's have coffee. I'm not angry. I'm sad. I miss having Kara here. Her choice sucks. But it's not. It was mine. When I decided to let her believe that you killed Astra, and not me. Telling Kara will only cause you both more pain. We can't stop another ready to attack. What if we fail because Supergirl's an parasite? This organization functioned long before your sister. Long before you even. I'm not belittling her importance, but the deal will go on. It has welled your relationship with Kara. What about your relationship with her? You've lost so many in your life. How can you stand to lose her too? I don't know what that means. I can't let you tell Lucy, James. How does she trust me? Non-arty knows where I live. I don't trust Hank anymore. Everything is too complicated and dangerous. I'm sorry. Hey, planning a surprise party for me or something? No, we're just wrong. We're talking about this. The package. Liar. Don't even get me started. There's nothing I hate more than liars. Greetings, Catco employees. I'm disappointed in all of you. Especially you, Queen of all media. I suppose you're the hacker that sent the drive this morning. What do they call you, the peroxide avenger? I handed you the story of the year. How sinners have turned the internet into a modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah. But you failed to act. So now, all will suffer. Computers control everything. Communication, banking, even traffic signals. The age of chaos begins now. Joy. Toyman Jr., you're the computer expert. Fix this. I definitely looked a better one. She did not know who I was. Every traffic light in the city just turned green. Oh, my God. Nobody out there says it's about to be a major crash. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. Nobody out there says it's about to be a major crash. Supergirl, it's nobody out there now. Release the statement calling this the worst digital data breach ever seen. This is where my retirement fund is. This hackers and stuff, so we're looking at a worldwide economic collapse. Relevant people in my office. National City's entire mainframe has been breached by a cyber terrorist attack, and nobody knows why they're doing it or who or when they will strike again. I've spoken to my contacts at the Pentagon. Military intelligence is all over this. This is about National City. Our home is under attack, and we have no idea how this is going to end. James Olsen. Listen, first, never call me ma'am. This is not the Old West. And second, circle...