-[narrator] Previously on Hit & Run: -You take care--
It was a hit-and-run accident. Don't leave me.
Who was the guy with the sunglasses and the jacket?
-[Syd] His name is Assaf. -[Ron] My man!
Motherfucker from Israel wants to meet international killers.
My wife is dead and you released them? They were arrested 24 hours ago.
-The two men who killed my wife. -Someone's setting me up.
Where are the Wexlers?
[theme music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[Newkirk] Somebody left they brains.
[Bennett] I don't think they're coming back for them.
Now, this motherfucker fell, right?
Cracked his head open when he did. Means he didn't have his hands down.
-I'm guessing bullets over bad balance? -Yeah, I found blood on the roof.
He might have flatlined before he fell.
Either way, he got his ass dragged...
this way.
And then picked up.
Friend or foe, can't call it.
-[Bennett] One body at large, minimum? -Yeah.
Who called us?
Warehouse owner next door was in late doing inventory,
heard the shots, didn't see shit.
But did get a homeless guy back here when it happened.
Billy Smack.
-He'd love to talk. -[Billy] These--
These motherfuckers peeled out so fast. I ran after them.
[Newkirk] Yeah, all right. That's crazy. Wow.
What were they driving?
Big piece of shit van, but it was moving though.
-I had to ninja-roll out the way-- -Yeah. What kind of van?
Billy. What kind of van?
Big as hell. And old and shit.
All right.
Hmm? How about 10?
Chevy Astro minivan, early 2000s, dark green.
[Newkirk] Plates?
There was-- New York, not Jersey.
There was a B and a seven.
I think.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. All right, all right.
[line beeping]
-[cell phone rings] -Yeah?
[Segev] Tali.
Segev, it's still early there.
The second New York courts open up, we'll refile the warrants, okay?
They're not the issue right now.
I need you to do something else.
You're in the bathroom?
This child's sitting on my bladder. Tell me.
I was wrong about Isaac. It's not him. He's just a middleman.
What? How do you know?
I'll tell you everything, just not on the phone.
Segev, what have you done?
I'm sending you a photo of the guy that broke into my house.
The one I killed.
How did you get his picture?
He was at my wedding.
I can't exactly explain, so... Help me out?
Segev, I'm confused. You're gonna have to fill me in.
Tali, please, just find out who's that guy.
Please. I'll explain later. Thanks.
[whooshes]
[cell phone dings]
Ron?
-You asleep? We gotta get out of here. -[Ron] Mmm.
What? Where--? Why?
I gotta know if Dani was a part of this.
Part of what, man?
The whole memorial was a show. Her parents, the Wexlers, they're gone.
What are you talking about, man?
I don't know. I gotta know if she had something to do with this.
What do you mean, seriously? We know who killed her.
Their fucking blood is still on your shoes.
They sent someone to my house.
And tried to blow it up. There's gotta be a connection.
Segev, all we know is...
Is that Danielle's dead,
her parents are gone, and those kids, man, we were sloppy.
Those bodies are gonna pop up. We gotta get out of here.
Dani was supposed to fly to New York the day she was hit. Then why? Why, man?
[Naomi] Stinks in here.
Sorry.
I've got to go to a meeting, I'll be back around noon.
I'd appreciate it if you guys were gone by then.
We're leaving now.
-Naomi, I don't know how to thank you. -I'll think of something.
You headed for a different shady hideout? Or is the promised land calling?
I can't go home yet.
Something tells me you should, for everybody's sake.
Either way, this is where we part ways.
Clean up a little before you go, yeah?
It was good to see your face.
Ron, it was good to see your sexy body.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Naomi. Naomi.
I still need your help.
You lost your wife.
I wish I could help that. I can't.
Dani was murdered by two men who were paid to kill her.
What?
The guy you had me research? Isaac Katkov?
No, I was wrong. The memorial service here was a fake.
-Fake? -Her parents' house wasn't theirs.
I went back there this morning, a family was there.
-Segev-- -Go see it for yourself, it's a rental.
I can't find her father, he disappeared, his phone is disconnected.
[ominous music playing]
Give me her father's name and number and that fake address,
I'll see what I can find.
[Omer] You can't see anything. You guys were running?
It's a still from a video. It's the only one I have now.
There's nothing you can do?
I remember you used to remove your back hair
from pictures from our vacation.
-Can't you do the same magic? -You remember that, huh?
Fine, fine. I will do my best.
Anyway, all those softwares are not that great.
But it's fine. I'll check it, I'll work on it. See what I can do.
Thanks. I'll leave.
I better get back before my boss gets there.
Maybe there's a bathroom somewhere. And thank you very much.
My pleasure.
I can trust you that it stays between us, yeah?
-Your secret's safe. -Okay.
What's in it for me?
I get it.
I've never been jealous of anyone more than this piece of shit
who jizzed in a cup and made this happen.
Wow.
Uh...
Nice. Touching. Romantic, man.
But you do remember we tried to do this
and you're the one who bailed last time.
And I'm the one who made this happen.
Can I come over later? Make you dinner?
No, thanks.
You're gonna get a foot massage, like you like.
Deal.
Now I really have to pee.
[ominous music playing]
People at the office thought that I should talk to you.
Tamir?
Tamir, what the--? What's going on? What is all this?
Well, this was not on my order.
I actually thought you'd be more useful if you'd stay out there, but...
This is completely unnecessary. Just tell me what you want.
What?
Does this have to do with Eitan's driver getting killed?
I already talked. I gave out all the information that I had.
Tamir, come on. This is crazy.
I get kidnapped out of my house like I'm some terrorist.
What is this crap? If I wanted to lie, you think this will help you?
This is shit.
[Tamir] All right, from the top. Name and age.
Wait, wait. Just hold up, will you?
For two days I've been answering these questions.
You forgot who I am out of this place.
Assaf...
Let's get one thing very clear.
You have no call and no say in any matter,
as long as we're in charge here, okay?
Listen here, best case scenario, you got sloppy on the job.
Worst case scenario, you'll be charged as a spy.
You got it?
So you gotta sit here and tell us all about everything we ask
till we're done here.
Is that clear? Good. Name and age.
[dramatic music playing]
["Never Change" playing]
♪ I miss running round in the garden ♪
♪ Chasing dragonflies in the high sun ♪
♪ Screaming till we lose our voices ♪
♪ Hope we never lose our smiles ♪
♪ Remember when it'd rain And we'd dance outside ♪
♪ We didn't have much, but we have life ♪
♪ To me that is all that matters ♪
♪ Time was just a stranger then... ♪
[Segev] Hi.
[man] Hi, how can I help you?
My wife, Danielle Azulai, was supposed to audition here last week.
Who's in charge of that? Who can I talk to?
Uh, as far as I know, we haven't had any auditions on the books
for a few months now since the company's full.
I'm not seeing anything.
Could the audition be for another company?
I don't think so. What about choreography?
-She said-- -Sorry.
The dance schools in town usually have audition listings for alumni.
Did she go to school here? In the city?
Maybe call your wife, and...
-Anything else I can do for you? -No.
Thank you. Thank you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[siren chirps]
[Ron] Sorry. I saw some cops, circled around the block.
What did the dance people say?
That she didn't have an audition.
You sure she was a dancer, man?
Of course, she was. I saw her performing at Batsheva. She's a dancer.
Yeah, well, you know, it's Batsheva. It's not, uh...
It's weird dancing. Could she be faking it, maybe?
[Segev] She was a dancer.
Hi, my name is Naomi Hicks. I'm a reporter at New York Magazine.
I've recently been conducting an investigation
into peer-to-peer renter fraud
and I was pointed toward a recent discrepancy at your property.
Give me a call back on this number as soon as possible, thank you.
What are you doing home?
You're not reading your texts anymore?
-Oh, my God. -I waited an hour for you at Union Bar.
-Why didn't you call? -I did.
Shit. I had my phone off.
Sorry, Henry, I totally blew it.
It's all good. I figured.
I could use a little pre-humbling before I go kiss Judge Hockney's ass
over this kidnapping thing.
This one sounds like a drag. You piss your editor off or what?
Um...
No. I, um... I'm kind of covering for someone on it.
Batting cleanup.
We were supposed to talk about the Puerto Rico thing over lunch.
Kind of starting to feel like you're avoiding it.
-You still wanna do this? -Yes. Yes, of course. I do, I wanna go.
We're talking one week,
do a little tikkun olam.
-[chuckles] -Make Rabbi Rachel happy.
I know, I know. I'm totally into it.
Should I buy the plane tickets or what?
I, um...
Do I have to decide this right now?
Nope.
I have to get to the county recorder's office before it closes.
Sorry.
[dramatic music playing]
[door opens]
[door closes]
I'm sorry. I don't have any record of that student's attendance.
[woman] Look, I'm sorry,
but if her name's not here, I wouldn't know where else to look.
[woman] I'm sorry.
I've been teaching here 15 years, I've never met any Danielle Wexler.
Okay, let's start the jump combination, guys.
Five, six... Five, six, seven, eight.
Now tell me about Danielle Azulai.
-What is there to tell? -Just tell me what you know.
A dancer at Batsheva, we had an affair...
She died in a hit-and-run. That's all I got.
How did you meet?
At this thing, a fundraising thing for her dance company.
How?
A friend introduced us.
Was this your only affair?
Were there other dancers?
-Yeah. -How many?
Dancers?
Five.
Pssh!
You're good.
Does your wife know about all these, uh, affairs?
Yeah.
Wow. So your wife can sleep with other men?
Tit for tat, huh?
So...
was there anything...
unusual with the affair with Danielle?
She had a husband.
The entire length of the affair?
No.
Did it bother you she got married?
Why did it bother you?
'Cause I was in love.
Sorry, I'm not seeing that name in our system.
Think about it for a minute, man.
-Did she ever mention her high school? -No.
-Any of her New York friends ever visit? -No.
Do you know if she's...?
I don't know and I never asked.
It was none of my business. Even if I asked her, she wouldn't tell me.
Wait a sec.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Ron] Who the fuck is Sophie Dreyer?
That's a different name than you gave me earlier, right?
-Yes. -But this is your wife too?
Yes.
[typing]
You see her?
Look, man, I'm not supposed to just give stuff out on students.
And you're definitely not supposed to just take that off the wall...
I'm asking you for the last time.
Give me that address.
[suspenseful music playing]
Man, I know this is hard, but this all could just be a huge misunderstanding.
We'll ask a few questions, you'll feel better,
but you should probably get home after that.
Ella is waiting for you. You gotta mourn your loss.
Who cares? So she hid some stuff from you.
-It's not that simple. -With you, it's never that simple!
Sometimes the truth just ends up causing more pain.
You never liked her.
She was just too hot for you, man.
What can I say? Out of your league.
There. Stop here.
That's Danielle's house?
It's Sophie's. With her parents.
Nobody's here, man.
Check there. I'll check the back.
-Anything? -Nope.
-I thought you just wanted to talk. -Yeah.
I see there's some stuff you don't forget, huh?
Segev.
What?
I never seen her that small.
She didn't want you to see her.
[pensive music playing]
[car approaching]
[car door closes]
[woman speaking indistinctly]
Segev. Segev!
Segev!
They're coming!
[woman] ...off your phone when we're in the car.
I don't care if it's a text from the hospital.
I don't want you to get into an accident!
First, he's not my fishing store buddy. He's an artist who hand-makes my flies.
[woman] Turn off your phone when driving.
[man] Give me your bag.
If you wanna back-seat drive, sit in the back seat.
[woman] You're willing to risk both our lives to text jokes
to your friend while going 60!
I wasn't using my phone while we were driving. I was stopped.
That's when I was using my phone.
If you wanna back-seat drive, sit in the back.
[woman] Why's he like you anyway? You suck at fishing.
[man] Have we, uh...?
Have we tried this red? Can't find it on the app.
[gasps]
-Hi. -Who the fuck are you?
-Please. -Hi.
-I knew Sophie. -Get out of my house.
-What about Sophie? -I just want to talk about her.
You need to leave. I'll call the police!
-Get out. I am dialing 911. -We're leaving.
-It's okay. I just want to talk about-- -Get out!
I'm calling the police!
[dramatic music playing]
Hello. My wife and I came home, and we found men broke into my house.
I don't know if they took anything, but they're running away.
Yes! They're in a green van. They're heading west!
Have you lost it? You're crazy? He saw us!
He called the police.
-Do you think he saw the plates? -No, no. Relax.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Relax. Everything is okay. Slow.
Go slow.
[siren wailing]
-What are you doing? -They know it's us. They saw us.
What are you doing, Ron? What are you doing?
What's your problem?
What happened to you?
[cell phone buzzing]
It's early. Can you tell your girlfriends to call back at a better time?
[Omer laughs]
It was my brother from Los Angeles. The time difference, he forgets.
It's not like you owe me anything, right?
I'm pregnant, I'm horny as fuck.
You just happened to be around. That's all there is to it. That's all.
Just shut your phone.
I have to sleep.
Cool.
[Segev] Let's dump it here.
[suspenseful music playing]
-Didn't you say we'd burn it? -No need.
Segev, are you crazy? That cop had a dash cam. He got us on tape.
Burning the car will just draw more attention.
We leave it, it will get stripped for parts. It'll be gone.
Oh, so now your head fucking works?
You couldn't think about that before they sent the fucking police?
-What's the plan, huh? -I never asked you to crash that cop car.
No. You just asked me to find Isaac. I found the guy, but it's not good enough.
So we found the guys he hired, fucked them up in front of the whole city,
still not good for you!
You turned us into murderers in America!
And you're still not done, huh?
All this is on me? You're a murderer because of me?
Huh?
In Mexico, we killed people without knowing their names.
At least here, it's not for a paycheck.
We're friends, huh? My man, huh?
You begged me to come to Mexico, and I didn't want it.
But I still did it for you!
You got nightmares? You don't sleep at night? Good.
That's what you get for dragging me into the fucking nightmare in Mexico.
Look at you, man. You're a wreck, man. You're fucking nothing.
Segev...
go to hell.
You hear? You and your fucking liar of a wife.
She got what she deserved.
[dramatic music playing]
I did the digging we talked about and I think we need to speak.
Whoever this Wexler person is, they seem to have pretty serious resources,
and I don't know what that means entirely except finding them could piss them off.
So we need to tread carefully.
Call me back ASAP, Segev. I don't care how late.
Bye.
[cell phone beeps]
You're working with Segev?
Thought you didn't wanna get involved.
He really needed my help.
Let's go to bed.
[Ron] I gotta go, man.
Gotta get to my apartment, get a few things,
and get out of there, man. It's too dangerous.
What are you gonna do?
I have some things to do. Gotta get back to the city.
Segev.
It's over, you gotta get over it.
They're looking for us. Your wife is dead.
Take the train to JFK.
Get back to Tel Aviv before it's not an option anymore.
Hey, I'm sorry I got you into all of this mess, huh?
I'll be okay. Get back to your business at home.
-I'll find you before I leave. -Say her name.
What?
Your wife's name, let's hear you say it.
-Danielle Azulai. -No.
Sophie. Sophie Dreyer.
Danielle Azulai never existed.
She's just a story Sophie sold you. A lie.
And she kept on telling you that lie every day until she died.
Look at us, man, running around like crazies. Segev, people got killed!
For a girl who doesn't exist?
I love you, man. You're my brother.
But this girl, Sophie Dreyer? I'm fucking glad she's dead!
You never knew her.
She never loved you.
You don't know that.
Tell me, what kind of a woman would do this to her husband?
I'm sorry, man.
[suspenseful music playing]
[door buzzes]
[woman] Can I help you?
[clears throat] Hello. How are you?
I'm tip-top.
The hell you doing creeping around my hallway this time of night?
Sorry. I just arrived. I came to my wife's apartment, but the key's not working.
Your wife don't live there.
I could be wrong, but I've never been here.
Do you know her? Do you know Sophie? Sophie Dreyer?
Sophie got married and didn't tell me?
I mean, shit.
It's only been, what, nine months since she was here.
-Is she here with you? -No.
I'm alone this time. But I wanna show you something.
Our pictures from our wedding. Just a minute.
Oh, she looks glorious.
You couldn't wear a tie?
It was hot.
Well, hold on, we'll get you in.
-I got a spare somewhere. -Thank you.
Don't usually like illegal subletting, but Sophie is different.
By the way, this box came for her last week.
Now, I usually forward her mail to her parents
'cause she told me to hold on to all boxes here for her.
-Thank you, Gloria. Thanks a lot. -Mm-hm.
Good night. Thank you.
[pensive music playing]
[Naomi] Hello?
Naomi.
I know it's late.
No, it's fine. I wanted to talk.
So about the Wexler thing, it's definitely a fake name.
There's a couple of Martin Wexlers in New York,
but none with a daughter named Danielle or a wife named Marcia.
And none of the state IDs matched the photos of him you sent me.
That does not surprise me.
Yeah, I also got in touch with the owner of the brownstone.
He remembered the people that rented for Danielle's memorial.
Said it was a weird one.
The renter asked that the owner's personal belongings be removed,
even from the non-rented area.
Paid a quadruple rate for it.
The owner helped me track the payment,
but we dead-ended at some LLC in the Seychelles.
LLC?
They have money.
They're sophisticated. I doubt we'll be able to track them unless they want us to.
Don't take this the wrong way,
but if your wife knew this person,
it's time we start investigating your wife.
Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?
[ominous music playing]
[Tamir] I understand your anger, but what can we do?
This is the life we chose.
Besides, we're nearly done here.
I believe everything you told me so far has been true.
I do appreciate your cooperation here, and I promise I'll pass it along.
I don't know what they're gonna do with it. I'm not the one who decides.
If you ask me, I think
they'll be impressed with your service.
You've done a lot for your country.
One last question.
You spent...
half of your life working in intelligence...
How could you not know that...
Danielle Azulai was CIA?
[theme music playing]