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Previously on Berlin Station...

I just sent you a photo.

Who is this?

You tell me.

Your friend, Claudia?
Her death was no suicide.
Shaw killed her.

I said I'm sorry.
I thought she
would ruin everything.

Why'd you follow me?

Why did you speak
with Ingrid Hollander?

A mutual friend died.
Tragic accident.

I don't believe in accidents.

Neither do I.
Lovely to meet you,
Esther Krug.

I've learned
from a former asset that
Iosava is soliciting funds

for a new refugee foundation
right here in Berlin.

We're working on a plan
to get one of our agents

to infiltrate that foundation.

Until we can prove
Iosava is a threat,

she won't authorize an audio op.

Then let me do it.
Let my people do what
you've been unable to do.

We have a 24-hour audio/video
on Iosava's apartment.

We need Faisal to nail Iosava

and to tell us what his
government is going to do
about Syria and ISIL.

If we
don't do something,
his people are gonna nab him!

They'll send you
home and kill you.

It's okay, Hector.

I'm not fighting this anymore.

Are you seriously
suggesting that

I chance the exfil
of a Saudi out of Germany?

We owe him!

Meeting at the hotel
was a bad idea.

But it was something
I needed to do.

I need to be myself.

I just got word...
Faisal's on a plane to Riyadh.

Get the fuck out of my face.

Beneath one secret,
there's another and
another and another,

one big fucking mess
of our own creation.

You need to be careful, Daniel.

Of what?
Everything.

I got ya.

Don't tell me to relax, Steven.

Christ Almighty.
Relax? Look at you.

I said I took care of it.

But how?
What does that even mean?

Where there's a paper trail,

there's Thomas Shaw
to light it on fire
and burn us alive.

That's a little
melodramatic, Robert.

Yeah?
Yeah.

You think? 'Cause I don't.
This isn't us
going down like Gerald.

You know,
this is us going to jail
for running paper agents

and bilking Uncle Sam,
for fuck sakes.

And by the way,
if you're looking
for a proper place to jump,

this is not it.

I got dibs on the TV Tower
when the time comes.

I took the files out last
week and I fixed 'em.
I fixed 'em.

All the remaining agents
are marked as deceased.

Nobody's gonna find anything.

I don't know.

I don't know, I don't know.
I don't know, I don't know.

I feel a fucking
ulcer coming on.

I'm telling you, just watch.

Jesus, God.

Then maybe I should
refrain from telling you.

Houjin Lin called me last night.

How did he get your number?

Oh, I have no idea.

Said he's antsy.
He wants to take a walk.

Walk?

Literally or figuratively?
Literally.

Well,
then tell Hans to buy him
a fucking treadmill.

Jesus fucking Christ,
can anything go
our way these days?

I mean, the one thing is

Lin's on all of us,
Germans included,
so there's that.

Just...
Please tell me we're...
We're not going down next.

I don't...

You want a psychic?

They're chockablock
in Kreuzberg.

So did you get a chance
to look into that
photograph I gave you?

Whoever that freak is,
he's of no interest to us.

There's no record of him?

Or maybe
you just don't like to share?

What are you implying?

I'd hate to think
you were unwilling
to cooperate

with your new American friend.

Oh.

Let me be clear,
Mr. Miller.

You and I, we're not friends.

Really? After the warm
welcome you've given me,

I was so convinced.

You know,
the only thing I dislike
more than predictable wit

are invasions of my
private time like this.

I urge you not to make
the same mistake again.

Or what, Ms. Krug?

Best of luck finding a ghost.

Clear. Let them through.

Clear.

Yeah.

What?

How many?

Fuck.

So, just play it unfazed.

Don't let them have
the pleasure of your panic.

Fuck them.

Greetings, Berlin.
I bring glad tidings
from headquarters.

Hey, man.
How'd the pep talk go?

You are Robert Kirsch,
Deputy Chief.
Am I correct?

Very good.
What's the occasion, fellas?

Uh, where is the chief?

I'm right here.
Excuse me.

Steven Frost.

Chris Bolton,
Office of Security.

I'm here to get ahead
of any further
station compromises.

So, you know the drill.

We'll need access to every file,

folder and Post-it
note in this facility.

This is the way
you greet colleagues,
then?

Well, it is today.

So, uh, just keep your
troops out of our way,
we'll be fine.

Hmm, a little friendly warning
would have gone a long way.

A long way towards what?
Time to cover your ass?

All right,
ladies and gentlemen,
have at it.

People, please,
please make way...

Okay, now am I exaggerating?

If it isn't Shaw up our ass,
it's fucking headquarters.

Would you stop being such
a goddamn head case, Robert?

What do you want me to do?

Well, come right in.

Excuse me.

Can I ask you a question?

What?

What the fuck is that?

Huh?

You're in my station,
and now you tap my phone.

Well, clearly we had more than
enough reason to be concerned.

Houjin Lin,
the Chinese
most-wanted defector,

aka one of
the biggest liabilities
we have out there,

is e-mailing you
fucking photos?
Are you kidding me?

He has cabin fever.

No, he has an Internet account

that has your personal address
in his contacts.

Do you mind explaining to me
how the hell that got there?

I was planning to ask him
that question myself.

You know, the guy could
probably get fucking Wi-Fi
on his chopsticks.

Let's not waste
our time marveling
at Chinese ingenuity.

We'll take care of it, okay?

I hope to hell that you do.

What?

Better Houjin Lin
than our dirty secret.

Just sayin'.

What's this about, Bora?

Nothing.
Nothing?

I asked if you'd met with him.

Why didn't you bring
this to my attention?

I've been busy.

Aleksandre Iosava
invited me tomorrow
for tea, and I declined.

I said I had a business trip.

You came to us
after Mohammed Merah
shot up a Jewish day school.

You wanted to help rid
Islam of its bad name.

And yet, here you are,
standing in front of me,

lying about meeting with Iosava.

And I refused his invitation.

I am not going to the home
of even a reformed terrorist.

Yes, you are.

You will accept his
invitation and say that
your trip was canceled.

You will go to his home

and bring me back
a full, detailed report.

Jemma Moore.

Ma'am.
What is this?

Director Bennett will be
contacting you shortly.

All property of
the Central
Intelligence Agency

must be turned over immediately.

Tell Daddy I'll call back.

"Riverrun, past Eve
and Adam's."

Who is this?

We have breaking news
on the Thomas Shaw leaks.

Reporting with
the latest information
is Sally Bundock.

The newest CIA casualty being

Deputy Director Jemma Moore
here in Prague

when a second
wave of revelations

pertaining to
Thomas Shaw leaks broke,

exposing questionable ethics
at the highest
levels of the agency.

Accused of endorsing torture
and extraordinary rendition

at the notorious ghost prisons
and black sites

that have come to
symbolize the CIA
for many,

Moore's expected resignation
by day's end...

Can you call
the Grand Hyatt Prague?

Find out what room
Jemma Moore's in.

Sure. Why?

Because I asked.

Good Christ,
what is going on?
I have no idea.

Ladies and gentlemen,
there you go.

That is why we are here.

Understand,
Thomas Shaw will stop

at nothing to rape
this institution dry

from the newest
recruit to the president.

You mean "bleed it dry."

Excuse me, what's your name?

Hector DeJean.

No, Hector DeJean,
I mean rape it dry.

Where's your desk?

Stuck up your ass
by the looks of it, brother.

Okay, okay, okay.
If you can't keep
your fucking mouth shut

today of all days,
then get the fuck out, okay?

Sandra. Sandra.

Um...

When... When you
brought the files

to the safe house the other day,

did you sign
them out in the log?

So you really did need them.

It wasn't just
an excuse to see me?

Is there a good
answer to that question?

Yes, I signed them out.
That would be agency protocol.

But it was just your name
in the log, not mine.

Is this going where
I think it's going?

Look, I... I don't want
you to feel compromised.

Good. Neither do I.

If what you're asking is
that I risk my job so you
could keep yours...

No. Sandra, just...

Just forget I
said anything, okay?

Uh, Steven Frost
and Valerie Edwards
fur Hans Richter.

Danke.

Steven, I thought you might
bring your new deputy,
Daniel Miller.

No, it's only his second week.
Still breaking him in.

Where's your
handkerchief, Steven?
No tears for Jemma Moore?

Oh, no, don't gloat, Hans.

You might miss her when
they find a new replacement.

I'm sure of it.

How can we help you
on such short notice?

Oh, take your pick.

Houjin Lin, Aleksandre Iosava.

Double pain in my ass,
one on each side.

Yeah, Lin is, uh...
He's feeling and
he's acting cooped up,

and I think if he continues
to play the restless prisoner,

we may consider
a conjugal visit.

A prostitute?

You would have to
pay her a million euro
to have sex with Houjin Lin.

We'll work on it.

What about Aleksandre Iosava?

One of our
assets is meeting him.

We have full
coverage from an LP van,

but we would very much
like for this to be
a joint venture.

But I'm not even aware
that I let you bug
the Iosava home, am I?

Hans.

It's your country.
I don't have
the means to arrest him

if and when the time comes.

Come on, do you think
that a German court
will begrudge you

a warrantless
wiretap urgently needed

to stop a possible
terrorist attack?

What attack would that be?

Would you rather get
ahead of it or find out
after it happens?

Business as usual, Steven,

even with Thomas Shaw
out there to expose it?

I'm sorry.

When I draw a line,
I don't redraw it.
I believe you're done here.

Valerie.

Week two in Berlin
for Daniel Miller...
That's not what my team says.

I'd look into
that if I were you.

Hello. Uh, yeah,
room service for 306, please.

Uh, wait a second.
I'll call you right back.

Hey.
Hey.

So, did you escape
from the ticker
tape parade upstairs?

Breath of fresh air.

Where you headed?

Got a meet.

Someone's having a nic fit.

Maybe you should
treat it, not manage it.

Here.
Mmm-mmm.

Oh, sweet Jesus, don't look.

Hey.

How are you?

Hi.

What's so funny?

I... I think
they're laughing at you,
not with you.

Oh, yeah?

Hey.

Looking for
a good time, baby doll?

I hear corn-fed diplomats
are where it's at.

Easy, he's not your type.

Clare, Daniel. Daniel, Clare.

- The infamous Clare. Hi.
- Hey.

You ready?
Yep.

Ciao.

Sorry about that. Uh,
room service for 306, please.

Tomorrow evening
at 1800 hours...

Hey, don't talk to me
like a goddamn grunt.

I'm still your deputy director.

We will return to escort you
to the airport.

Room service.

Steak sandwich for Adams.

Wrong room.

No Adams here.

I'm sorry.

Don't stop.
Don't stop, keep going.
Keep going, keep going.

Don't stop.

Oh, fuck.

I'm sorry.
It's been a fucked-up week.

Next time, you owe me.

Let's eat.

Worst thing about
the food in Saudi...

You can't wash it down
with alcohol to
kill the taste.

Mmm.

It's like I just
had sex or something.

Come on.

I'm kidding.

Have some pork and beer with me.

No, I'm good, I'm good.

So, uh...

Were you able to look into
that thing for me?

I did.

And?

And... It's not good.

I can take it, Clare.

Saudis
are trying Faisal
for sodomy.

Okay. So, uh...

They appoint a judge yet?

Yeah.

They call him "al-Jazzar."

That's Arabic for "butcher."

Fuck.

I'm sorry, Hector.

It's okay.

See you later.
See you later.

Steven.

You wanted to see me.

Yeah. Yeah, just wondering
how you were settling in.

Sometimes it takes
longer than a week.

I'll get there soon enough.

Haven't seen much
reporting from you.

Valerie's handling Swingset.

My other agents are on ice
since Gerald was outed.

Oh, well, let me see
what I can do for you,

get you in the swing of things.

Sounds good.

I was wanting to follow up
with Joker anyway.

Uh, that's the one
in network security.

Mmm-hmm.

What about?

Just get to know her.

I think she took
the loss of
Gerald pretty hard.

Plus, an agent
in the tech field...

Can't let that
gather moss these days.

I'll get to it.
Yeah.

Sandra?

Yes?

Uh, could you get me
Jemma Moore's mobile, please?

Of course.

Steven.

You're on speakerphone,
but we're secure.

Um, Jemma, I just...
I wanted to
express my regrets,

despite any disagreements
we may have had.

That's awfully thoughtful.

What?
Bygones can't be bygones?

Now that I'm gone?

Tell me why you really called.

Daniel Miller.

What about him?

Well, I thought
maybe you could tell me.

Did his posting
here pass by your desk?

If so, with
countless others. Why?

Oh, well, I don't know.
I thought, you know,

is there anything I
should know about him

that wasn't on his
nomination cable?

Well, I would like
to look into it,

but, um,
don't exactly have
access to the files.

Mmm-hmm.

Well, uh, you take care, Jemma.

You, too, Steven.

Hey, Robert.

I just,
uh, thought
you should know

Faisal's on trial
for sodomy in Riyadh.

In case, you know, he gets,
uh, convicted or beheaded.

It's unfortunate
he decided
to play the moth...

No, no, no,
what's unfortunate,
Robert,

is you didn't give me a chance
to resettle him in the US.

Okay.
We could've got him a PL-120.

Hector, I understand
you're upset.

Don't fucking
patronize me, Robert.

What do you want me to do, then?

Blame you for
catering to the desires
of a wayward agent?

Wayward agent?

You fucked him, didn't you?

He played that
shit up to protect me,

so you and I and every other
two-faced fucking coward

in this place
could keep our cover.

He's more loyal
than the rest of us combined.

Speak for yourself, Hector.
I gotta go.

The United States government
can afford a trip to Mars

but not a cleaning service?

I've been waiting
for over an hour.

Work.

Unless you want
me to tell my boss
why I had to leave.

Hmm?

I don't suppose
there's a match
in this dump.

Oh, smoker's gum.

You're welcome.

So, no more Gerald.

No, it's just you and me now.

Is this where
we're supposed to
get to know each other?

This is where you're
supposed to give me
useful intelligence.

You asked for
the meeting, Kevin.

ASP. Applications,
services, products.

Is there anything going on
there at the moment that
I should know about?

Nils is fucking Anna.
Rebecca wants a promotion.

Lana, cut the crap.

Unless you also
think it's funny
that I could expose you

for embezzling
from your employer.

Am I free to go?

I know one of your masters
lost her job today.

The deputy director?

Don't take it out
on the rest of us

that Thomas Shaw makes
the CIA look stupid.

Your
Wiener schnitzel.
Oh, thank you.

- Bitteschon.
- Mmm.

Funny seeing you here.

Are you following me now?

And if I was?
Do you mind if I join you?

Hey, could I get a
Moscow mule, please?

Of course.
Thanks.

So, let me guess,
you're gonna buy
me my dinner

if I look the other
way at the station?

No, Chris, I don't eat pork,
let alone pay for it.

And if the hammer's
gonna fall, I'd...

I'd at least like
to see it coming,
you know?

This Shaw shit's
been a raw deal.

Raw deal?
Wasn't it Thomas Jefferson

that said something
about needing a rebellion
every now and then?

That's one way
to look at things.

That is the only
way to look at it

if you want to
get through it, pal.

I mean, plus, Jemma Moore?

I mean,
was that really
such a fucking loss?

Come on.

You like the old face of things.

I like the right person
getting the job, okay?

Not some politically
correct appointee.
I'm just sayin'.

So, where do you
put your money
on her replacement?

I'll tell you who
it's not gonna be.

It's not gonna be
any of the pencil pushers

or, you know, the Beltway types

that are fucking straightening
their ties as we speak.

No, word from on high

is that the next
deputy director
is coming from the field.

Hmm.

Somebody like Steven Frost.

Jesus.

I'm afraid that's a bit
above my pay grade, Robert.

No, he fits the profile,
you know?

Long career.
Uh-huh.

Brought us out
of the Cold War.
Strong ties to China.

Managed to stay
friends with Germany
even after the NSA shit.

Now the Shaw leaks.

Well, sounds to me like
someone sees an opening.

Yeah, Chris. I do.

Excuse me.

The... The young woman here
at the end of the bar,

could you buy her a nice glass
of wine from my friend here?

Right away.

Oh, fuck me.

I gotta go.

Hi.

So, uh...
Clare's back in town.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Why?

'Cause you only
think with your schnitzel

when that one is around.

Don't worry.
My schnitzel was on the fritz.

Because of the man
trouble recently?

I wouldn't call it
man trouble, Shirley.
I was just doing my job.

Losing control?

Okay,
we can change the subject
now, please.

You take control, Hector.
You be potent.

Or the next thing to
shut down may be your heart.

- Good, Max.
- Go, Maximum!

With you here, it's like
having a dad around again.

It would be better
he doesn't get too attached.

In case the job
takes me out of Berlin
sooner than expected.

That's one way to go about life.

Oh, don't listen to me.
I'm just having a bad day.

I know it can't be easy,
coming back to Berlin.

Tell me about your day.

I lost a coworker.

Puts me in
a little hole on a project
we started together.

You'll pull it off.

I have confidence.

That makes one of us.

Shit.

It's okay. He'll get up.

Just like you
when you were his age.

So you lost a coworker.

That's such a big deal
in the life of Daniel Miller?

No... I guess it isn't.

Bang.

Single shot to the head,
compliments of your friends

at the Ministry of
State Security, huh?

They are not my friends.
That's my point.

I'm using
the term ironically, Lin.

Walk with me.
Step into the alley.

Let's go.

What, are you fucking thinking
of making a run for it
in your little slippers?

Walk with me.

What do you think I am?
Criminal or something?

No.

I am former Major General,
People's Liberation Army.

This is the gratitude I get
for trading secrets?

You know what?
Let me remind you,

you're actually
the lucky beneficiary
of German state protection,

aided and abetted by the help
of its American partners.

Bullshit.
You're also
the same fucking individual

who oversaw nuclear testing
on his own fellow citizens.

Don't ever forget it.
So, fuck the MSS.

Do you have any
idea what would
happen to you if some...

I don't know,
German leftist radicals

recognized you out here
window shopping
in Prenzlauer Berg?

So fuck them, too.

Chop suey, my friend.

With Thomas Shaw out there,
you're a big enough risk

just sitting home
watching TV, okay?

German TV sucks.
Can you get me the Apple TV?

No Internet, remember?

What about this?

Does that work for you?

Mmm.
You think that might help?
Or that?

"Steak sandwich for Adams"?

They didn't have trout.

How'd you get out
from under things?

If I can't lose
a tail for half the night
to shoot up from Prague,

I never should have
been deputy director
in the first place.

I fly tomorrow.

Thought I'd make
one last contribution
while I can.

I am so sorry, Jemma.
You didn't deserve
to go out like this.

It was a good run.

It's my shot at the buzzer,
getting that before
shit hit the fan.

Kill list?

He isn't dead.
Not according
to you, he isn't.

Julian De Vos.

Your mission doesn't end
because I'm finished, Daniel.

I know.
But let's face it.
Shaw's winning.

And taking you out? What if...

What if he knows you sent me?
What if he's just taunting me?

Fuck it.

Wouldn't be the first time
I've pulled myself up

by the bootstraps in this town.

That's what I'm
talking about, Daniel.
But watch yourself.

Frost called asking about you.

Really? Why?
I don't know.

Just be careful, Daniel.

Goodbye.

- Me? Deputy director?
- Why not?

Well, my age.
My disinterest.

The false fucking modesty.

The subpoena with my name on it.

He's gonna start
scratching around
the wrong files.

Or asking the
wrong questions.
What... What does that mean?

Is there some other liability
I don't know about?

No. No, no.

Yeah?

Where are we
setting up for Iosava?

Looks like the SCIF
is still under siege.

We'll do it in here.

So we just get
through today, okay?

You come out looking like
that someone in the field

they want second-in-command
at headquarters.

Corner office is
yours for the taking.

Well, you make it sound so easy.

Well, maybe it is.

Hello, stranger.
Hey.

How was Saudi?

Mmm.

Hot. Barbaric.

Here?

Oh, you know,
same old circle jerk
as when you left.

But you didn't bring me
back on short notice
for the estrogen.

No.

Are you familiar
with Aleksandre Iosava?

Georgian, potential overlap
with the Boston bombers,

supposedly reformed.

Operative word
is "supposedly."

We're starting to
run an op today.

I'm in?
Not yet.

But stand by.
I left pertinent
reading at the drop.

What we can prove,
what we can't.

We have a lot
riding on this one.

I'll get right on it.

You seen Hector?

Yes, Mom. Why?

I just have one thing to say.

You jump back in
the sack with him,

you are filing
the paperwork, not me.

I'm sorry.
That is so fucked up.

I believe that is
called protocol,
my dear.

It's pornography, Val.
We're consenting adults.

I gotta go.

Good to see you.
Mmm.

Good to see you, too.

Sure can
turn on the charm,
can't he?

German as they come.
Wunderbar.

I noticed you served
in the same capacity

under Steven Frost
in his last posting,

at COS Vienna.

Yes, I did.

And was it a request
on either or both
of your parts that you

follow him out here?

Or did it just kind
of work out that way?

I didn't follow him.

I presume that
headquarters wanted
the tight ship we ran there

and set down
anchor here in Berlin.

Mmm, okay.

I just couldn't help but notice.

Mmm-hmm.

Is there a clerical question
I can help you out with?

Otherwise, I have work to do.

Ah. Okay.

Well, indeed there is, Sandra.

- Easy, Bora.
- Don't get ahead of yourself.

Perhaps a suicide vest or two.

Do not say yes.

Just tell them
you will think about it, Bora.

Whoa.
Whoa, what is he doing?

He...
He said yes?
He's saying yes?

What is that?

I don't know.

Hopefully, he lied for us,
like a good agent.

Chief.

Can I have a word with you?
In your office, please.

Well?

We're done.

What? They found out?

Oh, holy fuck.

It's over.

Wait, you...
Are you fucking with me?

You're fucking with me?

You're fucking with me?

Oh.

You fucked with me.

Fuck you.

Thank you for lying.

For protecting me.

Fake agents, Steven?

You know?

The last five of whom were alive

when I brought you the files,

then deceased when
you brought back the box?

The only problem being
they never existed
in the first place.

Gemstone, Woodlawn, Mariner,
Sundial, Pitchfork.

Yeah, I know.
The list goes
on and on and on.

Um...

In 2008,

Kelly and I were hit hard
by the subprime crisis,

just like every other fool
for real estate in America.

And we had to
cash in our 529 fund,

which was Laura's
college tuition.

And I had to borrow
money from friends
because no bank would take us.

And at the same time,

Robert was squeezed
out of every last penny
by his ex-wife for alimony.

So, there we were,
these two broke schmucks

who watched
Langley's budget
skyrocket after 9/11,

but our shit
salaries never moved.

So...

We started running fake agents.

They existed only on paper.

And we took the...

We took the payments
for ourselves.

- And that was a...
- That was a world that I lived in...

Seemed like forever.

And then something
extraordinary happened.

You.

You.

And you were real.

But no games.

The first real
thing in my life...

Long time.

You were like a sunburst
on a gray German day.

Wow.

And so I stopped.

How did it go?

Fine. Uneventful.

Define "uneventful."

I arrived,
we talked, we had tea
and talked some more. I left.

Bora, this is a debriefing.
It's not a dental appointment.

What did you talk about?

Politics. Faith.

His wife was there.

They didn't reveal anything?

There was no sense
of hidden agendas
on their part?

No.

There were no overtures
to get you to help them?

Just a nice invitation to tea?

That's it. It's, um,
tradition in Islam, you know?

Hmm.

All right, Bora, thank you.

Have a good night.

Good riddance to the suits, huh?

I'll drink to that.

So, come on.
Give me the highlights reel.

Ten years in 10 minutes.

Where did they post
you after Chechnya?
Don't ask.

Come on, I'm asking.
Hell.

They sent me to hell.

It's your lucky night, brother.
No, no, no.

Go get him.

I gotta take a leak.

Hi, how you doing?

Wow.

What?
I have to ask if I want another round, huh?

Does the pope
shit in the woods?
Is the bear a Catholic?

You want another one?
Yeah, sure.

Hey.

Happy birthday.

Steven?

Are we having a senior moment?

I might have a shot
at deputy director.

What?

Yeah, what if?

Means no Provence.
Not now, anyway.

Do you want it?

I don't know. I don't know.

With all
the shit that's going on
at the agency now, it's...

I don't know.

You're home early.

Told my employee
to shut up shop.

You just got a message.

What?

You're worried you're
gonna find out some deep,
dark secret about me

thanks to Thomas Shaw?

What about yours?

You don't mean Isolda, do you?

One of my beverage distributors.

Perhaps I
should've called you
to a safe house.

Seeing your cover's been blown.

Now, do you want me to explain

how I figured out
what you're
doing here in Berlin?

Or you just
believe me when I say

that I know you came here
on Jemma Moore's bidding?

Do you care to respond?

I'd rather not.

Because you can't trust me?
Is that what Jemma told you?

Well, she's gone,
and you can't do this alone.

I'll be the judge of that.

And I decide who
does what in my station.

Understood?

Besides...

I want to help you
find Thomas Shaw.

Why?

'Cause he'll
take us down if we don't
take him down first.