Supergirl

Oh, you managed to get most of it on the paper this time.

Good job, buddy.

Okay.

Hey hey, it's me.

Happy birthday week.

So I expect you're celebrating.

When, when do you think you're coming back?

Let me know, because, well, you know, we miss you.

Okay, don't have too much...

Oh, I need a yellow sun mic now.

Planet Holzherr Solar Category: Red

Brigand.

They've come for my swords.

I guess it was only a matter of time.

We give them what they want...

and then they'll leave.

Is that pie?

Yes.

I know who you are.

Krem of the Yellow Hills.

Then you know why I'm here.

My nice work.

All in the shed out back.

Handcrafted weapons forged from the strongest steel that

you or your brigand army will ever lay your filthy eyes on.

You have what you want.

Now leave.

Show me the way.

Not you.

Her.

Hey!

Cars are out of inebriated mind, body, and spirit.

Uh, I hereby declare...

that 23 will be the best year yet.

Let's be honest, babe.

It's not a very high bar to clear.

Okay.

Should we just move here?

Maybe we're meant to be Red Sun folks.

You know, the kinds who feel things like, uh, punch in the face.

And like, shots of, like, whatever this is.

It's really good, you know?

Maybe this is home.

Not gonna happen.

Attention!

Attention!

Seriously?

I am Ruthye Marye Knoll of the Danastia clan.

And I come here with one purpose.

Man.

To seek revenge against Krem of the Yellow Hills.

A brigand who was trespassed onto our planet and

murdered my innocent and honorable family in cold blood.

Rough.

Krem's ship was destroyed, and I believe he's

still searching for a passage off our planet.

I will need a skilled tracker who can help me locate this monster before he escapes.

Dude, no.

I don't... I don't have my powers here.

Right?

I will do the rest.

Not my monkeys.

Not my circus.

Ending his life to avenge my family.

In exchange, I offer you my family sword.

Made by the hands of my father, Elias Knoll.

The blade will be provided to you after I use it to take Krem's life.

It's not a problem.

Elias Knoll, you say?

Yes.

A child of your size expects to wield such a weapon.

I am no child.

I had my thirteenth turn this past harvest.

Ah, a bit ticking on a brigand.

Impossible.

Oh, that might be a problem.

You'll need someone of enormous power to defeat Krem.

I shall do the job myself.

Hey!

Hold this.

And just...

let me talk to him.

It's not too late.

Let's not...be a jerk.

Just give me back the sword.

Whoa.

Then we can move on.

You don't steal from a little kid who just lost her parents.

Like, that's...

yeah, that's so clearly over the line....

of acceptable behaviour.

You could at least help her

Find the... God... Find the shithead who killed them

and then you can get the sword, like fair and square.

Oh, you think I'm talking too much?

No problem.

I can talk less.

You know, that was less talking.

How do you like that?

Oh, God.

There it is.

Wow.

Okay.

It's actually like a really beautiful piece of silverware.

Hey, look im bleeding

Oh, what the fuck?

Oh, you're an angry fellow, aren't you?

Okay, just, okay, okay, give me a second.

I'm a little... I'm a little winded.

No, no, no, no, no.

I believe this is yours.

Thank you.

I need to go to bed.

Stop.

Stop.

Oh.

Clark's video call

Hi!

Hi, finally got you.

Mm-hmm.

It's my lucky day.

Still, uh, still celebrating, huh?

Yeah.

What do you want?

I was just, um, just wanted to touch base

about when you think you might be coming back.

No idea.

Kara, I'm just worried that if you keep going off planet like

this, you're never gonna find your stride here in Metropolis.

Hold on.

I'm worried you might never find your people.

That's the thing, Clark.

I have no people.

I know that.

I just mean maybe if you spend a little more time here, you might feel more at home.

Hold on.

Um, I gotta go.

Okay, just, um, give me a call... -Good talk. Bye!

Hold on!

I am Ruthye Marye Knoll of the Danastia Clan, and I come here to seek revenge....

Yes, some guy named "cream", yeah.

You already hit me with this pitch.

So what?

You're going...

door to door now?

Look, I would love to help you, but, um, I can't, so...

I'm on to the next door with you.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I really need to pee.

Was your ship attacked?

Oh, my God.

Wait ! Please!

Look, last night you stood up for the righteous, the just.

Look, if you think I'm gonna lead you on the mountains through some sort of revenge

plot, turning you into a psychotic child murderer, then you must be, as they say,

on glue.

Are we taking Elias's daughter?

The cells are completely full, right?

What do you think of my new ship?

Come on, man, we gotta be back up in the sky ASAP.

Krem deserves what is coming to him.

You go around driven by deserve, and you'll end up...

very unhappy.

Krypto !

Leave my ship off the planet!

Let go!

No! Krypto !

No !

Hey...hey. buddy

It's gonna be okay.

Okay.

The Brigandian toxin known as redimere.

She says it paralyses the host slowly

Im sorry...but painfully

For eventually...

stoping the heart.

What can I do?

What is it?

She says it's more difficult since Krem escaped off the planet.

Moving him would risk accelerating the effects of the toxin.

The brigands carry the antidote on their person.

They use it as an interrogation tactic.

Dangling relief in exchange for money, information, whatever they're after.

Without the antidote, there's nothing she can do.

How long does he have?

Three moonraisers.

Okay.

Three days.

Hey, I'm gonna go now.

And you cannot...

...freaking give up on me...

Home is wherever you are, buddy.

Are you going after Krem for the antidote?

You could help me.

No, we could help each other.

You for the antidote, and me to kill him.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry about what happened to your family, okay?

I am, so he'll suffer.

Suffer?

No, he needs to be killed.

Ruthye, your revenge is not gonna get in the way of me saving my dog.