Supergirl (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 16 - Star-Crossed - full transcript

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.

I hid who I really was
until one day

when an accident forced me
to reveal myself to the world.

To most people, I'm a reporter
at CatCo Worldwide Media.

But in secret, I work with my
adoptive sister for the DEO

to protect my city from alien life

and anyone else that
means to cause it harm.



I am Supergirl.

Previously on Supergirl...

You were a palace guard?

For the great royal family of Daxam.

They were the worst and their
son, the worst of the worst.

Any chance there was a response
from that signal I sent to Daxam?

I'm sorry, but no.

Your Highnesses.
We've reached our coordinates.

Finally.

We've arrived.

Wow!

We're six seasons in and
winter still hasn't come!

You know, since you
got fired from CatCo,

your queue has gone down exponentially.



Yes, well, I am fully
embracing my funemployment.

Funemployment.

What's next?

Oh, how about, uh... How about one of
those movies where everybody just...

Just breaks into song out of nowhere?

You mean a musical?

Yes! Yes.

- Are you serious right now?
- Dead serious.

You are opening the
floodgates my friend.

We have to watch Funny Face!

It's Fred Astaire, Audrey
Hepburn, being adorable.

The most romantic movie ever!

What?

That face. That smile.

I'm just happy.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, like that...

Dopey grin, butterflies
in my stomach happy.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Is that cheesy?

It's like, it's like a
rom-com on steroids cheesy.

But I'm happy you're happy.

What's the...

To his captors...

We demand you turn over
Mon-El of Daxam.

We know where he is harbored.

If you do not relinquish him by dawn,

we will take him with force.

When the transmission came through,

an unknown spacecraft entered
the lower atmosphere

right above National City.

What do a bunch of space invaders
want with a guard from Daxam?

Does any of this look familiar to you?

I've never seen a cruiser
like that in my life.

We're searching for the
origin of the ship

to see if that gives us any indication
as to who our new friends may be,

but so far, no match. Agent Schott!

Where the hell is he?

Whoa! And there we are.

Hey. Oh...

- Ah.
- We're here.

Oh, we're here.

We are at the National City
Art Gallery side entrance.

Wow, you know that people
generally go in the front door,

and when they do, it's
kinda during the day.

So, let's come
back in the morning!

But they won't let us do what I
want to do tomorrow morning.

Uh-huh.

Whoa! What are you...

Woman, you are a she-hulk.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Okay, Winn, I'm not gonna make you
do anything you don't wanna do.

So if you don't want to break in and
have divine museum sex, then...

Okay, okay.

Oh, wow, this is a little complicated
so it just might take me...

Oh, hey.

Okay.

The clock is ticking.

Well, I think it's time we give the
noobs the old Supergirl welcome.

I'm coming with you.

No way.

Kara, you were...

All we know about these
people is that they want you,

so you should be the last person to go.

That... Okay. Well then, be careful.

Always am.

Respectfully disagree.

All right, Supergirl,
what are we working with?

Looks like it's taken a
few bumps and bruises.

I'm going to approach.

Copy that. Proceed with caution.

Any idea where the
front door is on this thing?

I'm assuming that wasn't friendly fire.

Supergirl, watch out!

J'onn, she's losing altitude.

I'm trapped!

I'm going up there.

- Right behind you.
- No, no. Wait! Wait, I can do it.

Come on!

Stop! Stop!

Stand down!

This is Mon-El of Daxam.

To the invaders, I will
relinquish myself.

Mon-El, what are you doing?

I'm going up there.

No, no. They literally
just tried to kill me.

How do you know they won't
shoot you on sight?

I don't, okay, but they want me.

This is my decision.

Hey, we picked up a honing
signal on a teleportation beam.

The ship is locking
onto our coordinates now.

We'll have back up ready if you need us.

Are you sure about this?

I'll be okay.

Kara!

Why did you follow me?

I didn't want you to come
up here by yourself.

Well, maybe I wanted to
come up here by myself.

Why would you want to beam yourself
up to an unknown spacecraft?

'Cause, stuff...

Oh, no. Mon-El...

Are they bowing to us?

Mon-El?

Mother?

Father?

My son.

We finally found you.

At long last.

I thought you were dead.

We are very much alive, my son.

My apologies, Kryptonian,
if you were hurt before.

We were only defending ourselves
against your attack on our ship.

Attack?

I seem to recall you shooting first.

Shall we go through the entire
history of Krypton's carnage?

Mother, father, this is Kara Zor-El.

Hero of Earth.

And, Kara, these are my parents.

Queen Rhea and King Lar Gand of Daxam.

Which makes you...

The Prince.

Our Prince.

Thank the Gods you're alive.

And returned to us at last.

So, tonight, we feast!

Oh, oh, I can't stay.

I'm also a hero. Well, trying
to be with Kara's help and...

Anyway, we have to get...

Son, you can't leave.

We've searched the stars to find you.

And we must get to know Kara as well.

And I would love to know more about you.

I knew you wouldn't stand in
the way of a family reunion.

We have much to discuss.

You have no idea.

Hey, Maggie! My favorite pool shark.

What can I do you for?

Oh, you know.

Oh.

Sure... Yes.

I would love to swing on by
my local police station.

I will, I will bring the donuts.

- Can we continue?
- Sorry, I'm stress eating.

Well, if you're telling me the
truth, there's no need for stress.

I'm very uncomfortable.

And police stations, my dad had
a thing with law enforcement,

it's just like a whole... I don't know.

Were you at the National
City Art Museum last night?

Briefly.

What did you do while you were there?

Looking at some art.

- In the middle of the night?
- The lines are shorter.

Winn, come on.

Okay, fine. Fine.

Lyra and I, we broke in after hours.

It's just, like, when a beautiful woman
asks you to do something,

you gotta do it! Right, you know?

Do you recognize that painting?

That is Starry Night.

Uh, classic paint by numbers.

Well, that classic went missing
from the museum last night.

Someone stole a Van Gogh?

Oh, no, well, I mean I
didn't see anything.

No, I mean maybe Lyra did.

But listen, we're happy to help,

but if I didn't actually witness
anything, can I just...

Hey! Look at that photogenic fella.

Wait, where's my girlfriend?

Uh...

You get how that looks, right?

So, let's review.

You've admitted to being
at the scene of a crime,

and the security footage doesn't
show anyone else but you.

Any thoughts?

I think I'm gonna need
that one phone call.

Where's that appetite of yours?

Aren't you happy to see us?

Of course, of course I am.

Or have you been distracted
by Kryptonians in capes

since you fled Daxam?

How did you find me?

We heard your beacon.

The transmission was incomplete,
it brought us to this galaxy.

Then it was just a matter of
gathering the bread crumbs.

We had our greatest
success at Slavers' Moon.

We heard from one of our
Dominator ambassadors

that you've been freeing slaves.

Yes, imagine our surprise
at your heroics.

Your influence, I'm sure.

We freed them from
being treated like animals.

They weren't goods to be traded.

There's that famous
Kryptonian exaggeration.

Mon-El, you remember how well your
servants were treated at the palace.

Just like family.

Because you stole them
from their families.

We liberated them from greater hardship.

We gave them a path.

How did you escape the blasts?

I thought you were dead.

When Krypton exploded, the Kryptonite
rained down, killing everything.

We had to get off planet to persevere.

And to find you.

So that we might return, now that
the atmosphere is hospitable.

To make Daxam great again.

Daxam was never great.

Has the Kryptonian rubbed off on you
so much so that you have forgotten?

I know you're fond of a pretty
face, but be reasonable.

Well, I think what he might find
novel about me is integrity.

You know, let's not argue
about worlds of old.

Why don't you tell us of your
journey and how you survived?

Yes. I would love to hear about that.

- I'd rather not.
- No, no, Prince, by all means.

Please tell us of your heroic escape.

My Lord.

What's going on?

My Lord, we need to
evacuate immediately.

No!

There's no time.

- Please, don't leave me.
- Leave her, come on!

Take me with you!

Come on. Go!

Leave them!

Come on!

What are you doing?

Please, I need to return to Krypton.

Your home is gone and taking us with it.

This is your punishment.

No!

Quick. Get in!

Go! Now!

And that's how I got out.

My son, you were so brave,

and your Guard dines at the Gods' table.

Hail Mon-El,

Prince of Daxam.

Please, excuse me, I have
business to attend to on Earth.

I have to go.

Excuse me. I, uh...

I must attend, as well.

So, you survived the first
dinner with the fam...

- You're a liar.
- I'm sorry, okay?

Can you really blame me for wanting to
just be Mon-El, a regular guy from Daxam?

Oh, wow.

With how you feel about
Daxamites, if you had known

that I was the crown prince,
would you even talk to me?

You didn't even give me the chance.

I tried to tell you so many times, okay?
I really did.

What, is that supposed
to make this better?

Me being the prince
doesn't change anything.

Not how I feel about you...

This changes everything.

It's bad enough you lied,
but you being the prince?

I thought you were just born on a
cruel planet, but you lead it.

You benefited from its cruelty.

What about that Kryptonian Emissary?

Your guard...

Do you even feel guilty?

Of course I do.

I can't even look at you.

I'm telling you, we did
not take anything.

I believe that you didn't,
but what about Lyra?

She would never. That...

Hey. We got your call.

You okay, bro?

A heads up next time would be
nice before you arrest my friend.

Come on, you know that's
not how this works.

I don't intervene with your job
and you don't question mine.

You better have proof.

She doesn't. The crappy angle
doesn't even show Lyra.

I don't think that's a coincidence.

- You think she set him up?
- Exactly.

When was the last time
you spoke to Lyra?

I mean, I've been trying
to call her all day.

Let me guess, her phone is disconnected.

I don't get it.

She framed you, Winn.

Look, I got a partner out there who
thinks that you're going to be

his 30th arrest of the month.
That's a station record.

I need proof that you weren't involved,

or they're going to pin this on you,
and I won't be able to stop them.

If it's proof you need,
then we'll get it.

Release Winn to us, okay?
Give us 48 hours.

You want me to let my
prime suspect walk?

If we're wanna catch
Lyra, then we need Winn.

Two days.

And look at that.

Looks like McConnell forgot
to sign the warrant.

You've got 24 hours.

A minute longer and I'm
coming for him myself.

She femme-fataled me.

Well, you certainly have a type.

Thank you.

We've examined this footage frame
by frame, she's just not there.

Uh, well, she was there.

And I have the bruises.

They're wonderful bruises. And well...

Please don't point to where they are.

Winn, who are her people?

Valerians.

Valerians can't be seen in photographs.

Or on security cameras.

And there's no picture of her
in her amnesty file either.

Oh.

So, I have an invisible girlfriend.

So she used your tech skills
to get into the museum,

and then she pulled the
disappearing act to make the grab.

Well, it looks like this
wasn't her first time either.

Check it out.

There have been two other major
heists in the past nine months.

We had a Rodin stolen from the
Modern Arts and Cultural Museum

and an original Warhol taken from
the Art Institute of Metropolis.

Yes, same MO.

Both perps claimed their
girlfriend set them up.

Sorry, Winn.

Oh, no, don't apologize. It's
not your fault I'm an idiot.

Hey, sometimes the people closest
to us are our biggest blind spots.

Do you know where she lives?
Where we could find her now?

No, we've only ever been to my place.

Ah, I know she's from Starhaven
and she came by herself

and that she's registered.

The address she's registered
under looks like a fake.

Well, great.

I mean, the Alien bar,
it's where we met.

- It's a start.
- Let's go catch a thief.

Yes, super friends back in the habit.

- Hmm, Kara?
- Sorry, sorry.

- That's too much.
- Mmm-hmm.

Should we, uh... Should
we, uh, get Mon-El?

No.

You know what, um...

You guys go ahead, I'll catch up.

Maybe you should sit this one out.

Are you kidding? No!

I'm ready to
Nancy Drew the crap out of this!

Okay, enough with the over-enthusiastic
deflecting, all right.

I know you're upset with Mon-El.

And you have every right to be.

Okay? Own it.

I just, uh... I hate him right now.

I get it, and I hate that he hurt you,

but relationships have
their ups and downs, Kara.

Yeah, but this is more
than a down, Alex.

I don't even know who he is anymore.

Do you know why Daxam was
such a party planet?

Because the Royal Family kept their
subjects drunk and distracted,

so they didn't recognize
how oppressed they were.

Mon-El was a part of that.

Kara, maybe Mon-El is an evil prince.

But maybe he's just a guy
who's ashamed of his past,

and he's looking for a fresh start.

Talk to him, okay? Give
him a chance to explain.

Kara Zor-El.

Stand down! Stand down!

Do not engage!

Do not engage!

I need to speak with you.

Anyone ever tell you
you've got anger issues?

I prefer the term leadership skills.

Ah, Worris, we're looking for a girl.

Aren't we all?

I'd answer her questions, 'cause this
table's not getting any softer, buddy.

Lyra Strayd, she's a Valerian.

She's been involved in a
string of art thefts.

- I've never heard of her.
- Come on, blonde hair, blue eyes.

The chin of a serial backstabber.

Even if I did know something,
why would I tell you?

Okay, what's it gonna cost us?

Hamilton tickets.

Orchestra.

Okay, well, we're screwed.

Deal.

Her kind hangs out at the trailer park.

Up near Blackmore.

That's where she'd be.

Hamilton? How you going
to pull that one off?

The guy who plays King George is from
Rimbor Five. He owes me a favor.

Your new world is quite stunning.

Like Daxam used to be.

I didn't thank you earlier
for looking after my son.

A Kryptonian taking care of a Daxamite.

And I thought I'd seen it all.

But you didn't come here all
this way just to thank me.

No, I didn't.

I need your help.

Daxam is a wasteland.

Our people are scattered
across the universe.

We need to bring them home.

Rebuild what your people destroyed.

I don't say it to offend.

No, no. You're right.

Krypton made horrible mistakes.
I can admit it.

That's more than I expected.

What do you want from me?

Our planet died on my
and my husband's watch.

For our people to rise
again, they need a future.

Mon-El is young.

He can be the face of that future.

You want to take Mon-El back to Daxam?

Would you rather he stay
here and learn by degrees

that he's not good enough for you?

- You don't know me.
- I know your kind.

I know what your integrity means.

He's Daxamite royalty and you're
starting to despise him for it...

I don't despise anyone.

But you think you're better than him.

Than us.

Do what's best for him.

Tell him to speak to his parents.

The people who love him.

And what makes you think
he'll listen to me?

Because he's under your spell.

And he has no idea how
unforgiving your people can be.

You shouldn't be here.

Where should I be, then?

Hmm?

Just rotting in jail?

If it's any consolation,
it wasn't personal.

What took you so long, hmm?

I mean, you've had plenty of
other opportunities to dupe me.

Don't you know how marks work?

You have to gain their trust.

It's called a long con for a reason.

No, I don't believe you.

Come here and look me in the eyes.

And if you can tell me that you didn't
care for me, that I'm just some mark,

then I will walk away right now.

You...

Were...

A...

Mark.

Okay, have it your way.

You're coming with us.

Oh, you brought back up?

So did I, and mine kill.

Does yours?

You get Lyra, I got these two.

You should have run when
you had the chance.

I was a theater geek, not a track star.

How would you like to die?

Not today.

Stay down.

Let's go! Let's go!

No! No!

- No! No!
- The painting.

Where is it?

I got it.

You have no idea what you've done.

Hey!

So, have you just been
playing me this whole time?

What does it matter?

You wouldn't understand.

Why don't you help me understand?

Tell me the truth for once.

It's my brother.

They've got him.

No, you told me that
you came here alone.

I told you a lot of things.

He's as good as dead now,
thanks to you and your friends.

If I'd known your brother was in
danger, I would have helped you.

Why would you help me?

Because I care about you.

I need you to tell me the truth.

You want the truth?

You want to know about the
10-year war on Starhaven?

You wanna hear about how I watched
my parents starve to death?

Or do you want to know why I can't
be alone in the dark anymore?

'Cause it reminds me of the six
weeks I was locked below deck

when me and my brother
were smuggled onto Earth.

I'm a refugee.

I'm a thief, too.

That's the truth.

Maybe it's also true that...

You were different.

I liked you.

Why did...

Why did you con me?

That gang.

My brother, Bastian, works for them,

but he hasn't been carrying his weight.

I told them I'd clear his debt.

I didn't want to use you.

I had to.

And now, if I don't get that painting
to them by the end of today,

they'll kill him.

Who's the buyer?

Okay, so, the fence is
some guy named Mandrax.

Mandrax was a resident of Fort
Rozz for quite some time.

After Fort Rozz crashed, he escaped.

Since then, he's been a big player
in the art trafficking business.

Earth art is big money.

Yes, it's great that Picasso
is intergalactically adored.

What do you want to do?

All right, here's the plan. We go
in, we give them the painting.

We get back Lyra's kid brother.
We get out.

Done and done, right? Lives
saved, heroes praised.

Agent Schott, we have an
intergalactic art-smuggling ring,

and one of National City's most
violent alien gangs in our grasp.

- Ms. Strayd...
- Needs our help.

- Is an admitted con artist.
- Her brother is in danger.

Have you ever met this brother?

Or could this possibly
be just another con

from a woman who knows how to play you?

I believe her.

I know you do.

But I can't afford to.

We'll investigate Mandrax
and proceed accordingly.

What are you doing?

Trust me.

Hey, hey. I've been doing
some very serious research

on human relationships.

And by now, in the movie,
the girl usually forgives the guy

for whatever dumb thing he's done.

I had a nice chat with your mother.

Yeah. Okay. Uh...

- What does she want?
- You.

- She wants to talk to you.
- I'm not going back there.

Well, I tried.

What, that's it?

What else am I supposed to say?

Nothing's changed for me.

Just tell me what to do, okay? Tell
me what it is and I will fix it.

You can't! Okay?

You can't take back the
fact that you lied to me.

- You can't un-ring that bell.
- Well, I can try.

Just forget about you
and me for one second.

Do you even understand the
second chance you've been given?

You thought you were the last
Daxamite and you're not.

Your people are alive.

Your parents are alive.

They need you.

They love you.

Don't just throw that chance away,

'cause many of us don't get one.

You're a prince, so
start acting like it.

Where in the hell have you been?

The client will be here any minute.

I'm here, aren't I?

Who's he?

Hey, I'm the nerd who
helped her get this thing.

And I'm just here to make
sure she pays me, because,

I'm a business man, like you.

Mr. Mandrax, I didn't know
you'd be coming in person.

The, uh, painting, as you requested.

- What about my brother?
- Not now.

You said as soon as this deal
was done you would let him go.

Okay, okay, okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

- Bastian!
- Lyra!

Hey, look, you've got what you came for.

All right. Why don't
you just let him go?

I check my product first.

Is this a joke?

This is a fake!

What have you done?

- Bastian.
- No, no, Lyra, wait!

You lie to me? You die.

And your brother watches.

Hey, you're gonna have to
go through me first, buddy.

I don't deal with human criminals.

You break too easily.

Try breaking
through titanium alloy.

That usually works.

Run!

Come on! Come on!

You humans all think you can be heroes.

It's so annoying.

Okay, you know, we can go back!

- We can get the real one!
- Too late for do overs.

You pull your trigger
and I will pull mine.

You willing to die for this girl?

Are you?

Ahhh!

Congratulations, you
fared better than most.

You can at least take
that to your grave.

Freeze!

Oh, thank God.

Nice job, guys.

It took you long enough.

Yeah, traffic was brutal.

Go.

This was your plan all along.

I mean, if I told you that
half of National City's heroes

and a squad of DEO Agents
was going to show up,

were you gonna come along?

Keeping secrets?

Yeah.

Looks like I'm rubbing off on you.

Go get him.

A ring of alien art thieves and the
real Starry Night, as promised.

Just kidding...

All within 23 hours and 15 minutes.

Winn Schott and GF exonerated.

Boom.

Um, as for just, like, any connection

that Lyra and her brother

might have with previous thefts?

Well, I don't have any hard
evidence, so I'll take their help

in retrieving Van Gogh as a
sign of good behavior to come.

You're a good egg, Sawyer.

Leave before I throw you
into holding for fun.

I have better places to go.

Think I scared him?

Almost as good as I do.

Take me home.

So, what's next?

I guess Bastian and I
will find a new place.

There's nothing keeping us here.

That's it?

You're just gonna leave?

Don't you hate me?

Not even close.

- So, what now?
- Hmm?

What do you mean?

She lied to you.

You're just going to forget about it?

Aren't you afraid she's
gonna hurt you again?

She didn't do what she did to hurt me.

She was willing to sacrifice herself
for someone she cared about.

I mean, that's... That is
a girl worth forgiving.

Hmm.

Stuff's going on with you and Mon-El?

- There's...
- I'm not dumb, I see things.

Listen...

Whatever idiotic thing
he's done, I'm sure...

He has his reasons.

You gotta decide if those reasons
are good enough for you or not.

Yeah.

I hope you don't mind, I let myself in.

I just wanted to, um,
say a few things...

Before I lose you forever.

'Cause I owe you a lot...

But most of all, I owe you the truth.

My name is Mon-El.

I'm the former Prince of Daxam.

And I was a spoiled, useless
person, that I didn't know.

Until I met you.

And I love being a hero because

it means I get to spend every
single day by your side.

And I love the way that
you're honest to a fault.

And the way that you fight
for those you care for.

And I love you.

With everything that I have, I love you.

You are so special.

Yeah, I know that.

I deserve better than being lied to.

You do and I'm sorry for that.

You're right, okay? I'm a liar.

And I really hope that you can
still see the good in me.

Please.

Were you ever gonna tell me the truth?

I don't know.

You just want things to be easy, Mon-El.

But being a hero and falling in love,

those are not easy things.

They're hard and they're messy.

And they hurt sometimes.

- I would never hurt you on purpose...
- Well, you won't again.

- Kara, don't.
- I can't... I can't do this.

No. It's over.

Son.

We knew you would return.

Well, Kara ended it.

She did what's best for you.

It was never going to last.

Yeah, did you tell her that?

Enough about the Kryptonian girl.

You have nothing tethering you here.

Return with us to Daxam.

Unite our people.

No.

Excuse me?

No.

You never cared about our people before.

Things will be different this time.

They won't. It'll
be more of the same.

I think about our lives
there and it makes me ill.

I detest who I was.

I was ignorant,

and blind to those around me and
letting myself be propped up

at the expense of our people.

And I'm tired of being served and I'm
tired of taking the easy way out.

And I'm done being your prince.

You sound just like her.

That Kryptonian girl has poisoned you...

No! Mother, that woman is the best
thing that's ever happened to me.

The best thing I know.

And whether we're together or not,

being near her, it makes
me a better person.

It makes me the person
that I want to be.

I wish you no ill will,

but you should leave this planet

and never return.

Now send me back.

Send me home, now!

As you wish.

Hey, hey! How you doing, buddy?

Getting there.

I got a little something to perk you up.

So I just finished running
diagnostics on this little beauty.

And it, my friend, is in tip top shape.

I just gotta say that I'm pretty
sure this Cisco fellow and I

would just be BFFs if, you know,
we lived in the same dimension.

Yeah, don't tempt me.
'Cause I could use an...

Inter-dimensional, post-break up vacay.

Morning, everyone.

Now, we have a new
prisoner coming in today.

He's not our typical
guest, so look sharp.

Oh, he looks fun.

Oh, there you are.

Uh... Uh... Who, me?

Yes, yes, you. Why else do you think
I'd let myself be caught? Come on.

She's funny.

I've been looking for you.

Supergirl?

- Prisoner, stand down!
- Thank you.

Drop your weapon!

Oh, this isn't a weapon. This
is part of my brilliant escape.

Ladies and gentlemen, this
dimension has been so much fun.

I've had a blast! But I gotta go
chase down the fastest man alive.

Toodles!

- Oh.
- Supergirl, are you okay?

Kara?

Kara, can you hear us?

Kara?

Kara, can you hear me?

Kara?

Kara?

You're on!

On what?

Come on! Come on, come on!

Johnny canceled on us.

You got the bump.

You're the new opening act, kid!

- I...
- Go on, go on, go on!

Okay.