[narrator] Previously on Hit & Run:
[Segev] Found a stack of passports in her apartment.
She had to be working for the government.
-So CIA? -[Tali] He's an American.
Says he's a cultural affairs attaché, but feels like government-related.
-Assaf, cut the shit. We saw you with her. -What do you--? No, no.
[Segev] Did they call?
[Ron] No, the police. Some investigator was there. I punched him in the face.
[Segev] You're a fool.
I need to find Wexler.
-Who are you calling? -CIA.
Maybe that'll draw Wexler from the high grass.
-Elush. What? -Grandpa's here.
[Segev] Tali, Wexler is in Israel. I'm getting on the next flight.
[man over PA] The doors are closing.
[theme music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[woman over PA] Now arriving at short-term parking and rental car garage.
Excuse me. That train goes where?
[woman] Back to JFK, where we just left.
[woman over PA] This train is headed
for the JFK International Airport, Terminal 1.
[Segev] Motherfucker.
[man] Hey, that's my car! Hey!
You have room for everything at the new place?
Don't need much.
You know that's bull.
Give me your keys, Assaf.
You serious?
Remember when we bought this place?
[dramatic music playing]
[sighs]
-What? What information? -[Danielle] Assaf.
No, she can't hear me. It's just some girl. You can talk.
But why's it so bad? What is it?
How did they get it?
Fuck.
Well, if they find out, that would be bad.
Yeah, well, tell Eitan I'll be there in 20 minutes.
As fast as I can.
Everything okay?
Yeah, it's just work.
You're leaving?
Uh, yeah. I'll-- I'll call you later.
Uh, glad I rushed over and made Syd leave.
-I'll be back soon. -Okay.
[door opens, then closes]
[cell phone ringing]
Hello? [clears throat]
[ringing continues]
Hello?
It's Segev. What's up? Where's Ella?
I'm here. I'm at the house.
Ella's fine. She's fine. What about you? You landed?
No, I'm in New York. Wexler set me up.
-He tried to lure me to the airport. -Okay.
I'm at the house with Ella and Shira. Everything's fine now.
-Are you okay, Segev? -Fuck. I'll call you later, Tali. Bye.
[suspenseful music playing]
Anyone come asking for me, Georgie?
Uh, just Lido.
What did Lido want?
What does Lido always want?
Anyone else?
Anyone poking around my apartment building?
No. What am I, your fucking doorman now?
Hey, man, I need to know. It's important to me.
No, just Lido.
You got wax in your ears.
-Hey, aren't you the oregano guy? -Fuck off.
Whoa, chill out, man.
-He never got off the train? -[man] Hold on, sir.
This just came through the wires. Sending to you now.
Yes, that's Segev Azulai.
Surveillance footage shows him boarding the return train to JFK.
Fuck.
We went through the TSA lists, he never went through security.
He's still in the U.S.
-Find him. -Yes, sir.
-Assaf, what the hell? -Who did you tell?
-Uh, you can't just barge into-- -Who did you tell?
-Who'd I tell about what? -About me and Dani here?
No one. Dani trusted me.
-Assaf, you are scaring me. -You introduced us years ago. Why?
What are you talking about?
You were at Hashoftim, you asked who she was, I introduced you.
-No one told you to set us up? -What's wrong with you?
Are you drunk?
Who else was here other than me and Dani?
It's my apartment, asshole. I have a life too.
No one gives a fuck about you guys and your affair.
You don't know shit!
[dramatic music playing]
Get out of my apartment!
Assaf, stop!
Stop.
What the fuck are you doing? Why are you acting so crazy?
Whatever happened between you and Dani, it's got nothing to do with me. Fuck you!
Fuck you, this is my house!
Oh, my God. Okay, right, you are really scaring me.
Honey, what is going on?
Assaf, honey, you are so, so drunk. You need to go home.
They found out. You were the only one that knew.
You're crazy.
Right, I'm calling the police.
Fuck!
Are you fuck--?
Fuck.
What is it?
A fucking camera.
What?
Wait, how did that get there?
What--? What's going on?
[suspenseful music playing]
Hey, Shapira. Someone sent this over last night.
Has your name.
[dramatic music playing]
[line beeping]
Hey, boychik. Boychik!
What's up?
Dad, where'd you go the other day?
-That's your dad? -Yeah.
What is he, homeless?
Hey, I'll show you what homeless is. What you got there?
-You should wait for the light, Dad. -I should, shouldn't I?
-Let's walk together to school. -I'm supposed to ride the bus.
Okay. I'll ride along, that's fine.
-[man] Hey, you can't get on the bus. -[Ron] I'll get right off. I'm his dad.
So how do kids supposed to get lunch to school?
No eating.
So the sign should say "no eating."
-I have to tell you something, boychik. -What?
I gotta go back home to Israel.
Why?
Well, because the sun always shines there, and women, they shoot straight, huh?
Israel's far.
Not as far as you think.
Dad, how will I get to see you?
We won't be seeing each other for a little while.
But what about the guitar lessons? Did I do something bad?
What? No.
No, Miles, no. It's...
just for a little while.
[dramatic music playing]
I'll leave you to your friends, huh?
Love you, Milush!
Love you, Milush.
[Henry] Um...
When did you learn how to cook?
[Naomi] Ha-ha.
Too bad there's no bacon.
[clears throat]
[Henry] I smelled it. I thought it must have been the neighbors.
Nay...
I appreciate this delicious apology, but we need to talk.
This is a big story, Henry.
Might be my most important piece ever.
What is the fucking story? What's with all the secrecy?
Turns out...
Segev's wife was a CIA officer who was murdered in Tel Aviv.
Holy shit.
What was she doing married to him? Wasn't he just some tour guide?
Yes.
There's so much we don't know yet, but that's why I'm so excited about it.
Naomi...
a journalist's job is to observe stories, not be part of them.
I'm not part of this story, Henry.
You think I don't know what my job is?
Well...
how does this Ron guy figure into the story?
The guy tried to light up a spliff in the living room before you got here.
Ron? Ron is his own thing.
He, um...
He has PTSD. He and Segev were in the IDF together.
If this involves the CIA, you gotta be careful.
They won't be happy about you poking around in affairs of state.
I know.
That's what I'm counting on.
[ominous music playing]
[engine starts]
[car alarm chirps]
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Namaste.
Thank you.
-Namaste. -Yes.
-Have you done hot yoga before? -Many times.
-[woman] We have some-- -I see that my friend is here.
Oh, you know Xael?
Xael? Of course. Just a second.
Xael! Xael Wakefield.
Yes?
You don't remember me?
I worked with your husband at the agency.
-Really? -Yeah.
-Where? -Pakistan.
Before he went to Tel Aviv.
We were together in Islamabad.
-What's your name? -Segev. Segev Azulai.
-I will tell Reese we saw each other. -You know what?
I was so fat then, since I saw Reese.
I lost like 100 pounds.
Hot yoga, it works.
Really? That's great.
-You have your phone here? -I do.
Let's take a selfie, send it to Reese.
He'll think we're running away together now that I became so handsome.
Okay.
[camera clicks]
-Cute. -Send it. Send it now.
Let's see what he says.
Yeah.
-See you inside. I'll save a spot. -Yeah. Sure.
Namaste.
Nama-fuck-you.
[cell phone beeps]
[ominous music playing]
-Good morning, David. -Uh...
Coffee?
Already had mine.
So, uh, how--? How's your family?
All good, thanks. You came here for that?
No, it's, uh... It's a mess.
Yes, so I've heard.
-Well, what did you hear? -I don't care to be involved in it.
And even if I was, you know I couldn't tell you.
Yeah, yeah. I just, uh...
I need them to understand.
I know now this whole thing is connected to Eitan and--
To Eitan and that girl Dani. That girl...
The girl that I was seeing. That girl...
-and what she got out of him. -Mm-hm.
I had no part in it. It was beyond me.
It's important they know that. I know I can help them, I just need access to--
Assaf, please stop. Please.
What? Come on, David, talk to me.
I shouldn't even be seen with you.
Just listen, you're the fall guy.
And they accuse you of espionage.
[dramatic music playing]
You know that's something I would never do.
Assaf, we've been friends for many years.
You want my advice? Forget about the job, get yourself a good lawyer.
-Get back to me in an hour. -All right.
Hey.
-I studied judo, you know. -Try me.
I will, next time. Not kidding.
What's going on?
Wexler called Ella, told her he's in Israel.
Tried to lure me to the airport.
-Shit, what does this guy want? -I don't know.
-Did he contact you? -No.
The CIA and the police are after me.
When Wexler calls, tell him I want to meet him.
I'm not your fucking secretary. Take your own calls.
His real name is Reese Wakefield.
-Is that classified information? -Yeah. And they can use it.
-Where do you want the meeting? -39th Street. The Thai place.
-Thai Rama? It's only takeout. -Yeah.
-Behind the restaurant. -In the alley?
Yeah.
Segev, people don't do meetings in alleyways.
-Did you have something else in mind? -No, no, no.
I just wanna control the meeting in a place he can't ambush me, that's it.
That's it. Trust me.
Okay? Trust me.
[line ringing]
-[Xael] Hi. -Where the hell have you been?
Yoga. You get the photo?
I did. Where was he? Where did he find you?
He was at my yoga studio, but he skipped the class. Why?
What did he say to you?
Islamabad. Tel Aviv. Felt legit.
-Where are you now? -Home.
Reese, what's going on?
Call security, tell them not to let anyone in.
No deliveries, no one. Okay?
[suspenseful music playing]
What?
WD, man. That stuff works.
-Super's usually got a can. -Thanks.
Thank you.
-What the fuck you doing? -Hey, hey, relax! Ron!
Relax, man.
Just relax, it's me. Give it to me.
-Relax, man. -Fuck me. For fuck's sake.
What's your problem?
[Ron] Why aren't you in Israel?
Why I'm not in Israel?
'Cause Wexler played me. He never left.
At least Ella's okay.
Wow. Wow.
-What's your problem, man? -Sorry, I had nowhere else to stay.
-So I just picked the stupid lock. -Drink, drink. Drink it.
Sorry, man. Sorry, I...
I have nowhere to stay. I...
picked that stupid lock.
You picked the lock? You killed that thing.
Yeah, just put some oil in it. It's not...
That's what WD-40's for.
Where would I get WD-40, huh?
There's the kitchen, there's olive oil there.
Why the hell would you use olive oil? That's what WD-40's for.
Fine. I'll go get you some in Walmart.
That's funny.
Listen, man... I can't stay for a long time.
I gotta talk to Wexler and get this done.
Wexler tried to kill you, man.
Listen,
grab a flight.
Get to Israel. I'll stay here. It's my issue.
You think I would without you?
You should.
Before it's too late.
I'm not going alone.
You're a fool.
[cell phone rings]
Hicks.
[Martin] It's Martin Wexler.
[dramatic music playing]
I assume you can connect me to Segev Azulai?
Yes. He wants a meeting.
As do I.
-Have him come down to our office on 6th. -No, not good.
This is Segev's meeting. He chose a location.
That won't work for us.
His location or he won't be there.
Wexler?
Fine. Where?
Tomorrow at 6 p.m.
I'll call you tomorrow at 3:00 with the final location.
Leave that alone, please.
Sure.
Sorry.
-What do you wanna do? -[Martin] I don't know yet.
But we'll be prepared this time.
That's a stupid move.
You don't play anymore?
Kids moved away.
Chess set probably went for 25 cents in one of many garage sales.
I'll buy you one you won't sell. Classic.
Good, heavy pieces.
You can keep it in your office and then I'll kick your ass.
Are we meeting so you could say yes?
-I have questions. -Hopefully, I have answers.
First question, why me?
I've known you forever.
You have this rare, odd mix that's good for the job.
You're empathetic and you're ruthless.
If I'm in, I want to go overseas.
Means giving up your life, your family.
Everything.
That is a cool chess set.
[dramatic music playing]
You can start playing again.
[line beeping]
[cell phone ringing]
Hey.
Yeah, I'm heading out now.
No. Just tired and my back aches.
Which one? The one you make with the cinnamon?
Yeah.
Sounds good.
Bye.
See you tomorrow.
Tali, get in here, please.
Sit.
-Dror, if it's about-- -I could not care less.
You accessed my computer without my permission?
Why did you do that?
-Have you lost your mind? -I promise you--
If I could believe a word out of your mouth, I would keep listening.
This frustrates me beyond belief. You lied and risked your job.
You left me with no choice
I have to suspend you now.
Anything else to say?
Sign here.
[dramatic music playing]
Look, the restaurant is right on 39th Street.
You drop me off over there.
This is where I go, meet Wexler.
You drive there and back me up, got it?
-Tapito style. -Tapito style, minus Isaac.
[knocking on door]
[suspenseful music playing]
-[Naomi] Segev? -Naomi, Naomi, Naomi.
Yes, yes. Just a second.
Meeting's at 6 p.m., Brooklyn Museum.
What? No, no, no. I said 39th Street. I wanna control the meeting.
No. I won't listen to this insanity.
You're asking me to entrap and endanger a public servant.
I'm a fucking U.S. citizen. That's treason.
-But, listen, I wanna-- -I'm a journalist.
I said I would help you find the truth, not revenge.
Okay, okay.
Brooklyn Museum, six o'clock. Okay.
Come if you want, but there's metal detectors all over.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Fuck.
[line beeping]
Maybe Shira was right. Maybe Segev really is just trouble.
-Tali, let it go. Relax. -[Segev] Tali?
Segev, where have you been?
I'm busting my ass for you. At least answer my calls.
Okay, don't be mad.
-I'm not mad. Segev, you're killing me! -I'm right here, Tali.
You're not here. You're there.
You left off on some crazy manhunt
and left me here to take care of all your crap!
I thought you got arrested.
-I got a report today. -What report?
From the police in New York.
-Segev? -What's in the report?
That they found the guys who murdered Dani
dumped in some alley in Queens after their brains were blown out.
[gun cocks]
Don't lie to me.
What have you done?
Tell me, did you see Ella?
Segev, did you listen at all?
Segev, I lost my job today! I can't help-- [grunts]
What's wrong, Tali?
What's wrong?
-Tali? -Tali?
-What's wrong? -[Omer] What's going on, Tali?
What's wrong?
-What is it, the baby? -I can't breathe.
-Tali? What's up? -I can't breathe.
You understand what are you doing? Stop calling her!
Who's that?
We're gonna go to the hospital. Come on.
-What's going on? -[Omer] We have to go now.
Tali, come on. Keep your phone on. I'll call you.
Tali, come on. Let's go to the hospital now.
-Come on. I'll call you. -Okay.
-They took her to the hospital. -Okay, she'll be fine. We'll be late.
-[Segev] I'm worried about her. -There's nothing you can do.
Come on.
You ready? No shooting.
No shooting? Since when do we shoot? Come on.
[indistinct chatter]
Naomi Hicks, New York Magazine.
Where's Segev?
He's on his way.
He go by Wexler too?
The story you're working on with Segev Azulai?
It concerns national security.
-Are you telling me I can't publish it? -If I have to.
Is that Martin Wexler telling me or Reese Wakefield?
So you know my real name.
-I'm not impressed. -The story is gonna come out.
And right now it looks like the CIA killed one of its own officers.
If you print that, you'll be publishing fiction.
Then tell me what is going on here.
Where's Segev?
[car horns honking]
[Segev] Fucking traffic.
What about the metal detectors?
The museum?
Just security.
What if security calls the cops?
They'll be stuck in traffic just like us.
You've ever been to that museum?
I look like a guy who goes to the museum?
And you call yourself Jewish?
We're late. Goddamn traffic.
This ain't Tel Aviv, for sure.
Don't worry, Wexler ain't going anywhere.
You're his big prize, baby.
[dramatic music playing]
Shit!
[shouting]
[Segev] Come on.
What happened? What's wrong?
They got me. Fucking Wexler.
Segev.
Segev, they--
Segev.
Come on, bro. I'll get you to the hospital.
No hospital.
There's no choice.
-In Israel. -Fine, in Israel.
Israel, my ass. We're in New York, man.
They call the cops if you take me there. They'll send me back to prison.
It doesn't matter. You need a doctor.
-I'm not going back to prison. -Press-- Okay.
Press hard, don't stop.
You wanted Israel? I'll take you to Israel.
Don't let go.
Shema Israel... Shema Israel…
Don't say that shit. Stop right now.
I said, stop right now. And hold that shit.
Just hold that shit, man! Just hold it!
Just lean back. Come on.
I'll take you to Israel, man.
Hang tight.
I've been here long enough.
You don't know shit about this story.
But it's dangerous to traffic in state secrets.
I would have assumed you'd know that.
[Naomi] Wait. I just have one question.
Did the CIA kill Sophie Dreyer?
Who's Sophie Dreyer?
[somber music playing]
[in Hebrew] May the great name of God be exalted and sanctified...
throughout the world, which he has created...
according to his will.
He who makes peace in his heavens,
may he bring peace upon us and upon all Israel.
[in English] Amen.
[ominous music playing]
Who the fuck are you, huh?
[screaming]
Who sent you?
Talk.
You kill my friend, you use my family...
You use my daughter, you motherfucker?
You use my daughter?
Your wife was a fucking traitor.
What did you say? What did you say?
What'd you say?
[cell phone ringing]
[suspenseful music playing]
Talk to me. Is it done?
You piece of shit.
You messed with the wrong guy.
[theme music playing]