Supergirl

Previously on Supergirl...

It was me. I erased my own brother from our minds.

You lied.

I think you know more about the Jerry story,

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 per cent.

My brother now has the power to incept.

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

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

She could 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 trans-power portal watches.

If you need it, just use it.

You cannot run, human.

I'm no human, brother.

What do you know of "hurt"?

When the ones you love turn their back 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!

Synd'ar'k!

Synced and corrected by agsbond

Hey, you okay?

Yeah.

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

You know, 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 should not 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...

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. That's...

It's a dialect I've not heard before.

We can't afford any more missteps.

I'm having the Verdex Blaster brought up from the armoury.

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 that this blaster was designed for.

Hang on, wait, wait, wait.

Let's not rush into this

because if we had 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 wavelengths

so Malefic cannot phase through it

while simultaneously recalibrating the psychic inhibitors' frequencies,

all to distract myself from my broken heart.

- 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 he keeps on his desk?

Well, it's a stock photo he got off the web.

And the article Andrea cleared right from London, well,

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

It was like something out of a James Bond movie.

And he got... passed this newspaper from some guy,

and now all of a sudden, he's no longer 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.

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

- Are you sure? With Kelly? - I'm sure.

Okay.

Wait, 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.

I'll call Lena.

Of course, Alex, I'll be right over.

I believe I've isolated the problem, Ms. Luthor.

Lex's journals helped us build the inception tuner

to implement 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 what 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 running 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.

- You mean our parent company? - And William's.

Also, I tracked that licence plate number 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 organised crime?

He's trying to get 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. - I'm ready when you are.

Commence phasing at 25 per cent.

- Sprock, sprock, sprock. - I'm okay. I'm okay.

What went wrong?

It's too much, too much, too much.

I'm almost done reinforcing the psychic inhibitors,

so I can help you if you want to.

I heard the scream. What happened?

- How? How? It could be too much. - Brainy?

Yeah, I'm... I'll figure it, 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 really sorry he's doing this.

But you have nothing to be sorry about.

Okay, this isn't your fault. It's mine.

It is killing me that Kelly is in danger because of me and my job.

And I am terrified that he's gonna use me somehow to get to her,

and I just keep praying that she's safe.

I would never let anything happen to her.

You can't promise that.

I know that you are 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.

But I'm not giving up on Brainy.

So much around here has changed.

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

- That's it! I'm calling the cops. - I'm gonna pay for it.

- Hey, get your hands off of him. - He was stealing.

Last time I checked,

it wasn't stealing when you're still in the store.

And 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 before, from the house.

- Yeah, so? - So, you have a name?

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

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

I read the news. CatCo. Guardian. Duh.

Here's your food back.

- I'm gonna... - Yeah.

So my sister's planning a homemade dinner tonight.

She's an awful cook.

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

I broke into your house, camped on your living room,

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

Yeah. Misery loves company.