[narrator] Previously on Hit & Run:
[Newkirk] This motherfucker fell.
He got his ass dragged, then picked up.
[Segev] I was wrong about Isaac.
Sending you a photo of the guy who broke into my house.
-That's Danielle's house? -It's Sophie's. And her parents'.
[Ron] Danielle Azulai never existed. She's just a story. A lie.
Look at us running around like crazies. For a girl who doesn't exist?
-Hi. -[man] I called the fucking police.
[Segev] What are you doing?
Naomi.
[Naomi] Whoever this Wexler is, they have serious resources.
If your wife knew Wexler, it's time we start investigating her.
[theme music playing]
[siren wailing]
[dramatic music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Theodore.
Ellis.
Someone really fucked these guys up, huh?
What do you think?
This one was after the money, that one was after the dame.
What do you think?
A couple of guys got dead at the Tempest in Queens
-and someone moved the bodies. -You're the detective.
[Omer] Sorry, I did my best.
It doesn't help me, Omer.
What can I do? This picture is blurry. I'm not a magician.
Sorry, sorry.
I was hoping.
-Yallah, leave the key under the-- Yeah. -Under the plant. Yes.
-Let me know if you need anything. -I'll be good. Thanks.
[Assaf] We fucked. We didn't talk. We fucked.
[Tamir] Must've been a hell of a fuck, huh?
[Assaf] Well, I guess not.
She married this guy, a year after I met her.
Did you run a check on that guy?
[Tamir] We know enough about the husband.
Well, I can't really blame you.
Nice girl. Pretty. A good head on her shoulders.
We all like to show off.
But what she got out of you killed her.
-I didn't share anything with her. -Assaf, cut the shit.
We saw you.
What do you--? No, no.
Whatever you think you saw...
it's-- It's not what you think.
For months you gave her confidential information.
Didn't you?
-You don't make these mistakes. -Come on.
What is this shit now, man?
All those months in the office surrounded by conspiracies really fucked with you.
For 30 years, I was good. I still am!
-Twice I put my life on the line for you. -We're thankful.
You think I would betray my country, after 30 years, for an American slut?
Maybe she was just a little better at her job.
-I'll get you a ride back home. -Huh?
We don't need you anymore. We're through. You can leave.
Come escort him out. I don't have all day.
It's fine. Fine.
I'm fine!
[suspenseful music playing]
-Good morning. -Good morning.
[computer scanning]
[camera clicks]
What are you doing?
-Good morning, Sigal. -To you too. What?
Dror asked me to pull up some files about the Sheinkin thing.
So I was just checking it out.
Dror asked you to get on his computer?
-Sigal... -Tali.
...if you want to call him... But careful, he's in a shitty mood.
[ominous music playing]
[cell phone ringing]
Hey, Tali.
Segev, the guy from the photo you had, from the wedding,
-He's an American, a cultural-- -Hey, wait, wait, wait a second.
Wait a second. Not here. Don't talk.
Okay.
Here's what you do:
Go to that one bar in Florentine, the hipster one, okay?
Wait there, I'll call you back.
[man speaking indistinctly over PA]
[door alarm chiming]
Hi. Is Naomi here?
-Segev. -Henry.
-We've met. -Yeah.
I'm the husband.
I heard about your wife. My condolences.
Hen, do you know where I put my--?
Segev.
What's wrong? Why didn't you call?
-I think my phone is being traced. -Traced?
Really? By whom?
What happened?
-Give us a minute? -We'll be late.
[Naomi] We won't.
I found a stack of passports in her apartment.
German, Australian. Different names.
Were they stamped? Passports.
Entrance stamps, exit stamps?
-It's ten to. Calling an Uber. -One second.
If so, they passed airport security.
If they passed, they're real. Government-issued.
Forgeries are impossible since 9/11.
She had to be working for the government.
So CIA?
Then who's Wexler?
I need to see all the passports and anything else you have.
Come to the apartment. Documents, maps, a gun...
-Wait. The fucking fundraiser. -What?
Henry's on the board, I can't skip it.
Give me your address and I'll be by as soon as I can.
[Segev] Thank you.
Chill dude.
Stop.
So, what's happening?
Can I get in on it?
Are you pulling a grift? Short con? Long?
You need an inside man? Come on.
-I can talk the lingo. Who's the mark? -We should go.
What's the skinny?
You don't wanna be late for the fucking fundraiser.
[pop music playing over speakers]
[cell phone ringing]
-Segev. -Excuse me.
It's for me.
[Segev] Tali, I got a burner. Can you talk?
Yes. He's an American, Scott Chase.
Says he's a Cultural Affairs attaché, but that's bullshit.
Feels like government-related, State Department or CIA.
The death certificate is fishy too.
-Go on. -Says he died in Maryland.
Like their covering his stay in Tel Aviv. Like none of it ever happened.
Listen, she might have been CIA.
I found four different passports of her.
Her name's not even Danielle. Her name is Sophie.
Sophie Dreyer.
Fuck.
But the guys who killed her were hit men from New York.
You think the CIA would do it? Kill one of their own?
I don't know. I don't know what to think anymore.
Just come back.
You think I'm safer over there?
Segev...
I have to talk to Martin Wexler. I'm pretty sure he's not her father.
Listen up.
Hang up the phone and try to lay low. Okay? You're done for now.
I'll call you later. Bye.
[Segev] So it was a cockroach.
Where are we going on the weekend?
I don't know, Mr. Tour Guide. Where are we going?
-To a winery in the-- -Dani!
-Dad? -There you are.
What are you doing here?
I convinced them to let me lay over at Ben Gurion
on the way to Johannesburg.
Oh?
-Martin Wexler. -Oh, sorry.
My friend, Segev.
-Segev Azulai, nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
I'll bring you a chair.
-Why didn't you notify me? -I tried. Twice. Straight to voicemail.
I know I am just your boring old dad,
but you should really try calling me back once in a while.
So?
This is Segev?
The Segev?
She doesn't tell me anything, but her mother let it slip
that you and Dani are inseparable.
Seems you've got her enraptured.
I am very lucky.
Mm-hm.
Well...
she looks very happy.
If she's happy, I'm happy.
Same here.
-You've got a daughter, right? -Yeah. Ella.
So you can back me up on this. Family is the most important thing.
If you cut out on family, you could lose everything.
Am I right?
Yeah.
We all expected you back for the reunion last month.
Darling...
you just disappeared, you didn't even call.
Your Aunt Cici's saying she'll never invite you again.
But you can make it up to her.
Maybe we can bring Segev to the next one.
-[Martin] Maybe. -Hmm.
-[Bennett] Beat-up van with roof rack. -Plates?
-That's our boys from the nightclub? -Could be.
-Was the van reported stolen? -Nope.
[Newkirk] Maybe she has a nasty boyfriend.
Address?
[Bennett] 6077 57th Ave, Queens, New York.
[dramatic music playing]
[Ella] You look so pretty, Dani.
-Are you going to wear those? -[Danielle] No.
But maybe some flowers.
[Ella] What about your high heels? You have to wear your high heels.
[Danielle] Then I'll be taller than your dad.
-[Ella] Uh-huh. -[Danielle] Can you do me a favor, baby?
[gasps] Go away, please.
-What? -What's going on in there?
-I'll tell you later. -I want to see.
Tomorrow, Dad.
For her.
-[Ella] Did you write a speech? -[Danielle] I'll need your help with that.
-Can you give me a few words in Hebrew? -[Ella] Yeah, like...
[Ella speaks in Hebrew]
That'll make him cry.
Dad! I said, tomorrow.
I didn't hear anything. What do you want?
I'm getting some thread. Swear you'll stay out.
-Seriously, swear! -I swear.
-I'm not joking, Dad. -I swear. Don't make such a big deal.
Everybody knows it's bad luck to see the dress before the wedding.
-I won't. Okay. It's fine. -I'm serious.
I love you.
What's up there?
It might be bugged.
-Where were you all week? -I can't talk about it.
You weren't at work 'cause you got fired, Assaf.
I called them, so cut with the bullshit for once.
-What happened? -Nothing.
-You expect me to buy that? -I messed up. Okay?
You're good? You still wanna harp on it? You're happy now?
Oh, it's the dancer, or did you fuck somebody else?
Did you fuck somebody's wife?
-Important man caught with his dick out. -Maya, not now.
When the dog got neutered, that helped him.
It's classified stuff. You know that.
-I can't talk about it. -"Classified." That's a good excuse.
The Shabak should give me a call. I'll tell them everything I know.
-Would you shut up? -Get out of here!
-Listen, I get you're upset. -And for a good reason!
You're the crazy here. I'm fine.
Just get out of here.
Come on, come on, come on. Oh!
-Oh, this is hurtful. -No. Don't. No!
[Miles] Aw!
-What is it? -I get it.
-Uh, it's 5-2 or something, yeah. -Five-two? Okay.
Who do you think you are, huh? Shaquille O'Neal?
-[Ron groans] -Yeah!
So I've got a proposition for you.
Sit down.
I got this problem.
My one-man band is breaking up.
So I got...
this thing...
lying around in my place.
[strumming guitar]
Think you could take care of it for me?
-I don't know how. -I'll teach you.
You don't really play guitar.
Hey, Jenny! Come out here!
Yeah.
Tell our son what I was doing the first time you saw me.
You were...
writing your name in the snow outside Vinnie's.
What I was doing before that, inside, Jenny.
Playing in that awful cover band.
You see? Your mother fell in love with me because of my guitar playing.
-No. No. -[doorbell rings]
Your version. [laughs]
-So, uh, Mom says I can come more often. -[doorbell rings]
Every Friday now.
What do you say, Friday we jam?
-You game? -Cool.
You do own a green minivan, correct?
Plate QW43XZ9?
Yeah.
But, um, I don't know where it is.
May I?
-Yeah. -Thanks.
Only one catch though.
This guitar used to belong to Pete Townsend from The Who.
You know?
And I promised him if he gave me this guitar,
I would learn to play all his songs.
So it's a deal?
How old is your son?
He's 10.
He didn't steal the van.
I'm guessing.
My ex-husband took it in the divorce.
But, um...
he lives in the city.
It's hard to park a car that big on the city street, so...
probably lent it to a friend or, you know, someone.
[guitar playing "Pinball Wizard"]
♪ Ever since I was a young boy I played the silver ball ♪
Ron. Ron!
Come inside.
[ominous music playing]
Hey, stay where you are! Don't run!
[suspenseful music playing]
[Newkirk] Don't ever make me run like that.
[man] Hey, you okay?
[cell phone ringing]
Hello?
Segev? Who's that?
This is your worst nightmare. Who the fuck is this?
[knocking on door]
[ominous music playing]
You need coffee.
Yes, please. Thank you.
Make some.
This was her apartment, huh?
She was in New York a month ago.
There's stamps in here from all last year.
She went everywhere.
She was with Batsheva.
She knew how to cover her tracks.
Sophie Dreyer?
Yep.
This is in Arabic.
Here.
Thanks.
So she had aliases, guns, multiple identities.
What the hell was she doing in Tel Aviv?
You said she was CIA.
Yes, but I don't get it.
Why would we use covert operatives in Tel Aviv?
The U.S. and Israel are allies.
The CIA is supposed to work with Israeli intel, not behind their back.
Why did she print this New York Times article?
"In the past, Israel and the U.S. have had a very open policy
when sharing intelligence and defense technology,
but over the past 18 months, that door has begun to close.
It has led to behind-the-scenes tension
between the NSA and Israeli SIGINT National Unit."
When did she save it?
I don't know, but the byline is Bill McAfree.
Let's find out.
-Look again. -[Bill] I've still never met her.
Any idea why she saved your article?
-Ask her. -I can't.
She was murdered.
Shit happens.
It was an interesting premise for an article but not much there.
Did you do a follow-up?
There's a lot of stories to cover in this world.
Come on, you're not a shoddy reporter.
-Why'd you drop it? -Don't flatter me. It's cheap.
You're the wunderkind. Find another story, this is a dead end.
-Listen. -Segev!
-The woman who died was my wife. -So?
-So I need some answers. -Segev, stop.
Stop.
-I'm sorry, he's grieving. -I don't give a shit.
How about I call up New York Magazine,
tell them you're physically intimidating your sources?
Oh, so you're a source?
So there's more to the story.
A few weeks after I published the article,
I got a call from an Israeli guy, told me to take the story down.
-Who was he? -He didn't identify himself.
He asked me what else I knew about one of my sources,
an Israeli mid-level bureaucrat named Shaul Mandel.
Only talked to him once, never heard from him again.
That's what I told the guy on the phone.
And you never wrote about the subject after that?
That's right.
Come on, Bill.
They trashed my apartment.
Everything was taken. My laptop, my notebooks,
they cut my face out of my photos. I got the message.
So please, for fuck's sake, get mine.
I'm not your Deep Throat. Find another story.
[Segev] We need to find out who Shaul Mandel is.
Excuse me, you the owner?
Detectives Ellis Newkirk and Tay Bennett, NYPD.
-It's all right. -We have a few questions.
I'm not sure I have any answers.
A couple of guys got killed here a few nights ago.
Know anything about what happened?
-Someone said you were here. -Someone was wrong.
Another guy who was here that night gave me this.
-Ron Harel, you know him? -[chuckles] Never heard of him.
You wanna look at a picture before you decide?
He's Israeli too.
-[Isaac] I'm not Israeli. -Yeah, since when?
Since the zealot fuckers kicked me out of the country.
Israel has no character. It's all sand and ruins and that shit.
New York...
-New York has weather, character... -[Newkirk] Mmm.
Yeah. I hear the inside of Sing Sing's beautiful in the spring.
You know him?
-No. -What happened to your wrist?
-Nothing. -Somebody tie you up?
Only when I'm lucky.
Fucking Wexler. Why kill her?
She did something he didn't like.
Like what?
Married an incredibly stubborn Israeli, for one thing.
But you're right, it doesn't make sense.
The CIA sent someone to my house to kill me. Why?
They thought Danielle was talking to you and you'd tell the Israelis?
I need to find Wexler.
Who are you calling?
CIA. I have an old source there.
Hi, this is Naomi Hicks from New York Magazine.
I'm calling for Officer Numrick.
Okay, sure. No problem. Can you give him a message?
Tell him it's Naomi Hicks calling
because I have reason to believe
that a CIA officer named Wexler...
had Danielle Azulai killed in Tel Aviv.
Tell him to call me back. Thank you.
Maybe that'll draw Wexler from the high grass.
Okay.
I gotta find some guy named Shaul Mandel.
Okay. Who's that?
Ministry of Defense worker.
Segev says he's connected to Danielle somehow.
-Thanks. -All yours.
So, what's the connection?
I have no idea.
He was interviewed about the relations between Israel and the U.S.
Something intelligence-related.
Then Shaul went quiet.
Why?
That's what I'll find out.
-I can come with you if you want. -What?
It's dangerous. You can't go there by yourself.
-Maybe. -So, what's the deal?
Omer, I'm a cop. Do you want to see my badge?
No, but I want you to remember, you're gonna be a mom.
Not yet.
You gotta watch yourself.
I'm serious. Just let me come with you.
You're cute when you're condescending.
Remember when we were in Bogotá?
You, me and Ron in that shitty car?
When the police ran after us, right?
And Ron said, "I got this. Turn here."
And you ended up going the wrong way down a one-way street.
And the cops surrounded us
and then Ron tried to bribe him,
-but he only had $3. [laughs] -Three dollars.
-I thought we were dead. -But they took it.
They sure did.
You know how to bring out the best in people.
-It's a gift. -[chuckles]
But don't worry.
We're right about Wexler.
If we're right, he could end up going so deep undercover,
we could never track him down.
And if we're wrong, I'm in deep shit.
[cell phone ringing]
Hey.
Give me a minute.
-Who is it? -Henry.
-What? -He says we have a visitor.
Yeah, I looked at a place around here.
Nice neighborhood. It's too far from where I work though.
All location, location, location, right?
Where do you work?
Uh...
Everywhere.
How do you know Naomi exactly?
The Naomster?
She and Segev and I, we met in Colombia.
-White-water rafting. -Mm.
On the Rio Suarez.
Or rather, she was. I don't do water.
Of course. Cartagena.
You mind? I have a doctor prescription.
Well, I am an officer of the court.
Oh, right.
Yeah, Cartagena, yeah, we--
The three of us, we shared everything. You know...
meals, apartments, toothbrush.
She was much more fun back then.
Before she wearing a suit.
Not that she's not fun now, but I never see her any--
-What are you doing here? -How does he know where you live?
-Where were you? -[Ron] I called you.
Some crazy person answered.
-I didn't know where to go. -Where were you?
-I have a burner. -Wait.
-Did they call? -Who?
Bro, the police.
They found the van.
It's under Jenny's name. They came to her house.
Some investigator was there. I punched him in the face.
I punched him, I knocked him out.
Come on, man, I was about to get arrested.
-We need to pack and get the fuck out. -[Naomi] What are you guys talking about?
Just leave the country. Today. To Canada.
-Hey, motherfuckers. Hey! -Just give me one second to think.
What the fuck is going on?
-We have to go. Sorry. Bye. -[Ron] Come on.
What the hell was that?
I don't know.
You speak Hebrew? I sure as hell don't.
A murder? What do I have to do with it? Thanks.
That's what I'm trying to find out, Shaul.
A few years back, you talked to a journalist, Bill McAfree.
Oh, that.
Yeah, well, uh, I was stupid
and angry.
I retaliated after I got fired. It was stupid.
-That's why you stopped talking to him? -Yeah, sure.
Time did its thing. I calmed down and...
Nobody told you to stop talking?
Yeah, I did.
That's not what I asked.
You know it's a crime to hide evidence, you understand?
I don't know anything important. I'm just a nobody.
They fired me because I couldn't keep my mouth shut
about video games. They thought I was a weirdo and...
[dramatic music playing]
Shaul.
I don't know. It's just--
-Somebody threatened me. -Tell me who did it.
Look at me. Shaul, we can protect you.
His-- His name is...
His name's Assaf.
Assaf Talmor.
Thank you.
[cell phone buzzing]
-Yeah? -Uh, yeah.
Hello. This is Tali Shapira, with the police.
Am I speaking with Assaf Talmor?
What do you want?
I need to talk to you about Danielle Azulai.
[cell phone beeps]
What is she doing with that guy?
-Who? -Naomi, with that Henry prick.
That fucking nerd. Gets on my nerve, that spoiled fuck.
What do you want from him?
He's on to us.
Don't ask me how, but I'm pretty sure.
And I also noticed that he doesn't like ya.
Don't worry, Naomi's solid.
If I'm gonna get life in prison, I won't get to see Miles.
Do you get it? We gotta get out right now, Segev.
I think your brain got fucked from smoking. Calm down.
-I haven't smoked anything. -So then maybe you should. Sit.
It's vegan. Eat.
You're not alone in this.
I'm here.
We're good.
Relax, okay? All right?
Drink.
I'll be right back.
-[Ella] Hello? -Elush.
Hey, Dad!
I missed you.
Where are you calling from? I don't recognize this number.
Tell me, how about you? What are you doing?
Getting ready for school.
How's school?
Okay.
-How's your mom? -She's okay.
Elush, quit it with this, "Okay, okay."
Any other stuff going on in your life?
-Grandpa's here. -What?
With you?
No, he called from the airport. He just landed.
Is he on his way to Mom's?
He's gonna buy me whatever I want, and you can't stop us from abroad.
-Let me talk to your mom. -I gotta go, I can't hear you very well.
Ella, please let me speak to your mom. I need to talk to her, okay?
You're not allowed to meet Grandpa Martin. You're not allowed to go, all right?
Yeah, Abba, I gotta go. Bye.
Ella!
[suspenseful music playing]
-Wexler is in Israel. -No.
-[voicemail beeps] -Tali, it's urgent. Wexler is in Israel.
He's gonna get Ella. Protect her till I get there.
I'm on my way. I'm getting on the next flight there.
Come on, come on, leave!
-[door opens] -Fuck.
[woman] I don't know, some kind of midlife crisis.
Excuse me.
Fine, just terrified.
Louise said in Rome they reach into your purse...
I have a family emergency. I'm sorry. Thank you.
This man who looks like a terrorist pushed in front of me!
-Flying to Tel Aviv, I need a seat. -Let me check that for you.
Did you have a nice vacation here in New York?
Yeah, very much.
[ominous music playing]
If you don't mind waiting one moment, sir.
[woman] Someone help him!
[crowd clamoring]
[man over PA] The doors are closing. Please hold on.
[theme music playing]