-I need your help. -Sure.
Segev, I got him. The guy who hit Dani. Rami Shalem! The gangster.
Last night, I saw this guy. I think this morning I saw him.
What? Who's this?
Tali, there was an intruder in my house. He's dead.
Please hurry.
Why is he handcuffed?
He got violent, acted like an idiot.
He called us, told us he killed someone.
We entered the house, there was nothing there.
No body, nothing.
Maybe he had too much to drink.
If he said he killed someone, he killed someone.
This is a crime scene as far as I'm concerned.
Call for Forensics, set up a perimeter. Give me the keys to the cuffs.
He had a gun on him.
-Let me see you. -I'm fine.
Did you have to get into it with them?
They don't believe me.
They're just beat cops. We're getting some investigators out here.
-Did you get a good look at the guy? -Yeah.
Don't know him.
I'm going to go inside.
-Okay. -I'll be back in a second.
Thanks.
Were there other break-ins in the neighborhood?
I have no idea.
Have you noticed anything suspicious or out of the ordinary lately?
Yes.
Yesterday morning, there was a guy in his car in front of my house.
-Just as Danielle left for the airport. -The same guy who attacked you last night?
No, no.
Is there a reason someone would want to hurt you, Segev?
I'm a tour guide. Why would someone want to hurt me?
You weren't always a tour guide, huh?
Boaz...
What about Rami Shalem?
You have no connection to him?
I don't know him. I don't have anything to do with those people.
What about your wife?
Why would my wife know him?
All right, I think we have everything we need, Shapira.
We'll call you if we get any new info, Segev.
Wait, wait, wait. That's it?
Until Forensics gets back to us
about the gun and the crime scene, there's not much else we can do.
Listen, I have a 12-year-old daughter
and an ex-wife that lives in the same moshav.
How can I protect them, huh?
We can put a cop in front of your ex-wife's house.
All right?
-Come on, I'll make you something to eat. -I'm not hungry, thanks.
All right.
Regardless, you need a shower. Okay?
I keep wanting to call her.
Yeah.
Were you able to trace that number? The one texting Dani's phone?
Not exactly.
Whoever texted her did it from a burner phone.
The kind people buy in stores in the south side of town, you know?
A burner? Why would someone text her from a burner phone?
I have no idea.
You think she was having an affair?
No...
I don't know. I don't know.
We loved each other.
We were happy.
People are complicated.
Go figure.
Dad.
Segev.
Shira called.
Are you okay?
Yeah. I'm dying for some coffee.
Go take a shower. I'll make you some. I'll take this.
Thanks.
I checked all the morgues.
No unidentified body turned up in the last 24 hours.
I don't know what to tell you.
Listen, I know he's your cousin,
and I'm sure he's a good guy,
but where's the blood?
Where did all of this carnage occur?
All I have is a few broken ceramic pots.
That's it. No DNA.
-No fingerprints. -Someone could've wiped the crime scene.
Listen...
I ran a background check on your cousin, and it brought up all kinds of questions.
What questions?
Like why was he kicked out of Mexico?
What was he doing there four years?
He was also pounding whiskey last night.
We're going to look into everything,
but, come on,
how much would you put into an investigation like this?
Boaz, he's not crazy.
Okay, Rami,
let's start over from the beginning of your story.
Go ahead.
I told you already.
I ate a cheese toast,
I took my kids to school.
Then I sat with a few friends for coffees at Pasha.
When I got up to leave, the car was gone.
Some fucker took it!
Took my gym bag, backpack
and the kids' iPad.
And then what?
I called a cab to take me home.
Why am I being interrogated? Aren't you the police?
Investigate, for fuck's sake! And find my goddamned car!
Okay. Okay.
Is this your wife?
Yes.
That's her.
I'm so sorry, Segev.
-I'll bring Ella to the Shiva. -Thank you.
Daddy, where's your wedding album?
-It's in the cupboard in the kitchen. -No, it's not there.
I looked there.
Check again. It has to be there.
I made you a plate with all of your fav--
No, thanks, Mom. I don't want anything, really.
-A bit. -I'm not hungry.
I'll just leave it here, in case you change your mind.
I don't understand the Wexlers.
I'd have to be dead to miss my child's funeral.
I don't understand them either.
Mom, you need to take out the bread and the rolls.
-Okay. -Great.
I'm trying to keep her in the kitchen.
-Okay. -You okay?
-Just great. -Great, huh?
Here, this'll help. I've got to take the bourekas out.
Thanks.
Forensics tested the Glock you took off the guy for fingerprints and DNA.
-And... -And?
...nothing but your fingerprints.
No surprise, he was wearing gloves.
I'm starting to doubt Rami drove the car.
Shit. None of this makes any sense.
Dad, I checked again, I can't find it anywhere.
Hold on.
Boaz,
I've got an idea.
Talk to Rami's wife.
Find out if his kid's iPad has GPS.
We pinged the kid's iPad, found the car at this garage on Allenby.
This is all the CCTV footage we got.
Gal, stop.
There's the car.
Get it on the roof cam at the same time.
-What, do you know them? -No.
But they sure as shit ain't Rami Shalem.
Yeah.
What were you doing in front of my house?
Do you mind?
What did you want to do?
Talk to her? Kill her? What?
Look, I can imagine you must be going through hell,
but as I told you, I was waiting for someone.
-Now, if you don't mind... -You were stalking her.
Do me a favor, will you?
Did you sleep with her?
-You need to get some help, brother. -Did you fuck my wife?
Yes.
I did.
I dated her a long time ago.
But she married you.
Okay?
You won.
Now, if you don't mind...
Listen,
given the situation, it sounds like you've got bigger issues
than who your wife was fucking.
Maya?
What are you doing?
Have you lost it?
Wh-- What's going on here?
She wrote that she's "sorry."
That she didn't mean to "hurt you."
You know, after the last time,
I decided to ignore the voices in my head
that said not to trust you, to check up on you,
to search through your phone, go through your clothes.
But that was stupid of me!
-What are you doing? What are you doing? -What I should have done a long time ago.
Searching, looking for evidence. For when I divorce you!
Stop this, please,
You're a cheating, lying, son of a bitch, asshole!
Please, I won't-- I won't lie to you, all right?
I have no intention of lying to you. Truly.
We had a fling, yes.
Ages ago, back when things between us weren't...
Weren't great.
But it's over, I swear it's over. And it was over years ago.
Really? So why did she write you now, of all times?
I don't know. Maybe she still-- Still loved me.
Maybe she wanted to get back together or...
I really don't know.
I didn't tell you because I didn't want to hurt you.
It's really over. I swear to you, Maya. It's over.
She's dead. She's dead. Dead!
She was that American, the dancer that died in that car accident.
So you have nothing to worry about.
From the security cameras at Ben Gurion. There.
-That's the driver? -Yes.
Tomas Polgar. That tell you anything?
Here's the second suspect.
-Boton Gunsberg? -No.
They're both Hungarian nationals.
-Where did they fly? -London.
Heathrow.
You said they're both from Hungary.
They took the first flight out of Israel.
I don't understand. They came to Tel Aviv for two days,
then stole a car and killed Danielle?
That doesn't make sense.
I don't know. I don't know, Segev.
It is possible they were here to party and things got out of control. I have no clue.
Fine.
-Bye. -Segev?
We'll find out what happened, okay?
We're going to find them. That's our first priority.
Move left, Moshe.
Your left.
Keep going with your hands.
-How much longer? -Go on.
I feel like a large chicken.
Or a duck.
This doesn't hit the driveway.
Tell me, Segev,
if the drivers who killed Dani are in London,
why are we building a fortress with electronics and sensors here?
For security.
-I think we need to adjust it some more. -Now it doesn't hit the entrance.
Why are you moving it? Why do you keep adjusting it?
-We need to light up the driveway. -Now we need to start over!
Enough, Moshe!
Enough!
What is wrong with you?
I don't understand. Why did you even stop for coffee?
I don't know.
-We had time. -She had a flight to catch!
Segev...
it was an accident.
You don't know that,
I don't know that and he, for sure, doesn't know it!
Now I'm here and she isn't!
All because of a fucking cup of coffee!
I'm sorry.
-What's this? -Stuffed peppers.
Tami thought you'd need a little protein because of the pregnancy.
Pass on my thanks.
How's it going?
Nothing new.
After getting to London, the drivers disappeared.
I tried to get ahold of the guy from Interpol again, but he's still not back.
Tali, I'm taking you off the hit and run investigation.
-What are you saying? -I know it's family, but...
that's exactly why.
You know, conflict of interest and so on.
Dror, I'm capable of being objective.
If this case goes to trial, any link to you will compromise it.
You know that. You want to hurt the case?
Seems to me you don't. Drop it. Let it go.
The drivers' pictures have been posted all over the media.
It's in Interpol's hands now, okay?
Hey, heat this a bit in the microwave, okay? It's better warmed up.
Police today announced they'd identified
the two drivers in the hit and run death of dancer Danielle Azulai,
as Tomas Polgar and Boton Gunsberg.
The two were caught on security video at Ben Gurion Airport
before flying to London.
The police suspect the two Hungarian nationals
of hitting the American woman in their SUV and fleeing the scene.
Azulai was critically injured, dying from her wounds on the way to the hospital.
And in other news...
Assaf?
Hey, what are you doing?
Come here, asshole.
Fuck you. What the fuck do you want?
Tell me, last week you got into a fight with two guys at that bar.
-Who were they? -You a cop?
I don't know what you're talking about!
-Who were they? -I don't remember.
Tonight was my first time in that place, I swear.
What the fuck?
You're going to kill me. You're crazy.
You're going to kill me!
Okay, stop. Okay.
I sold those guys a little cocaine.
They tried to short me, there was a little shoving. That's it, nothing else!
-I'll ask again, who were they? -I don't know!
I don't ask.
Just two asshole Americans.
How do you know they were Americans?
They were fucking Americans.
I know Americans.
Believe me.
Americans...
Tali, these guys were professionals. Hitmen.
They followed her. Then waited for their moment.
But why would someone want to kill Danielle? There's no logic to it, Segev.
Maybe it wasn't about her.
What are you trying to tell me?
You know what I was.
What I used to do.
So, what do you say? Is this something you can do?
Shouldn't be a big deal.
I have a few connections at Homeland Security.
We can cross-check the pictures of these guys with all the U.S. passports, but...
-it'll take some time. -Of course. Do what you have to.
-I'll call you when I've got something. -Thanks.
Tali?
-What's up? -Omer!
Whoa, are you...?
Yeah.
Six months.
Wow. Incredible.
-Right? -Okay, where are you headed?
The station.
It's sort of on my way. I'll walk with you.
Everything good?
What? Why so quiet?
You know... I'm still trying to process that you're pregnant.
There's no way it's...?
Yours?
No. No, it's not yours.
Truth is, it's not anyone's.
Sorry, it's someone's but not anyone I know.
It was a sperm donor. Just after we broke up.
Big decision.
Yeah.
Turns out I was ready,
and I was tired of trying to find someone else who was ready too.
Well, anyway, I'm...
happy for you.
Thanks.
I am happy for me too.
What were you doing over there anyway?
I no longer work for the police department.
I'm at a private company that deals with cyber security.
We have a client in the building.
That's great. I bet it pays a lot better.
It does.
I even bought an espresso machine.
It steams the milk and everything.
And what about you?
My friend Karen works there and is helping me with something.
Cool. Well, I am that way.
Okay, well, good luck with all of...
It was good to see you.
You can get back to eating now.
Dad?
When can I come back and stay with you?
Soon, Elush. I just have to take care of a few things. Okay?
-Okay. -One sec.
Tali. Hey, Tali.
Uri was right. They're Americans.
Their real names are Mark Posner and David Chernik.
They got to London, switched passports and flew to New York.
NYPD is searching for them now. They have their addresses.
Okay. Do they have a criminal history?
Mostly petty crimes.
A few grand theft auto and a burglary.
-Great, thanks. -Bye.
Honey, listen.
Go to your dance class and I'll be waiting here when you come out, okay?
-Bye, Dad. -Bye, honey.
Segev, my brother.
How are you? Are you holding up?
Listen, I need a favor from you.
Bro, I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be there.
-The flights are so expensive and the-- -Her death wasn't an accident.
She was killed.
Professionals. Do you get what I'm saying?
It wasn't about her.
The night after she died, someone broke into my home, tried to kill me.
Who would want to kill you?
Bro, it was Isaac.
Listen, the two drivers,
they're American and they flew back to New York.
You're telling me that now, after all this time,
he's coming to settle the score?
He's crazy. We both know that.
He still blames me for everything.
Shit. Let me see what I can find out.
Great.
Okay, brother, thank you. Bye.
What's up? What are you doing here?
They got them. Posner and Chernik.
Taken into New York Police custody a couple hours ago.
What? Are they talking? What have they said?
No, nothing yet.
They'll need to be extradited to Israel.
We'll question them once they're back here.
Sounds like it could take some time.
Yes, it could take a few weeks.
Man, it's dark as hell out here in the country.
Run!
Tali, are you okay?
They booby-trapped the door. Conventional explosives.
You were damn lucky you caught it in time.
-Have Forensics found anything? -No. It's early, though.
They won't find anything. It was a professional job.
Yeah, brother, what's up?
You're right. Isaac was released from Sing Sing nine months ago.
I'll be on the first flight tomorrow. Bye.
Segev.
-First flight where? -Tali...
-Where are you going? -Get checked out, please.
I'm fine, the baby's fine. Can you please tell me what's going on?
-Where are you going? -New York.
What's in New York?
The man who did all of this is in New York.
His name is Katkov. Isaac Katkov.
He was with me in Mexico after the army.
He ended up in prison. He blamed me for it.
I can't just sit here and wait for him to get me.
What about Ella?
Ella will be all right, but only after I take care of him.
Will you watch her for me?
Of course.
But are you sure this is a good idea?
No.
But what choice do I have?
Tali, come over here, I need you.