I'm wrong about Isaac. It's the man that broke into my house.
-Danielle lived here? -Sophie did. With her parents.
Danielle Azulai never existed. She was just a story. A lie.
We're doing this for a woman that doesn't exist.
What are you doing?
There's no way. I did what I could.
So this is pretty much useless, Omer.
What can I do? The picture you gave me is pretty grainy. I'm not a magician.
I know. I know.
I was just hoping.
When you go, leave the key under the plant in front.
-Let me know if there's anything else. -It's all right. I'll figure it out.
We fucked. We didn't talk. We fucked.
-You must be quite the fuck, Assaf. -Apparently not.
She married some tour guide a year after we met.
Did you run a check on him, that tour guide?
We know all about him.
Listen, truth be told, I get you.
Beautiful, young, looks to be smart.
We all like to show off.
But what she got out of you got her killed.
-I didn't tell her anything. -Stop, Assaf. Just stop.
We saw you.
What do you mean you saw--? No, no.
What you think you saw, it's not--
It's a mistake.
For months, you supplied her with confidential information.
That's a mistake?
-You don't make mistakes like that. -Stop. Come on.
What? For God's sake.
Tamir, too many months in this office,
with all these conspiracies fucked up your head.
Thirty years, I've been in service. Thirty years!
-Twice I almost lost my life. -For that, we're incredibly thankful.
You think I'd betray my country after 30 years for some American tramp?
Maybe she just did her job better than you.
-Someone will take you home. -What?
We don't need you anymore. That's it. You're released.
Come escort him out. Hurry. Chop-chop.
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay. Enough.
What are you doing here?
-Good morning, Sigal. -Good morning. What?
Dror asked me to pull something related to the Sheinkin murder.
I need the notes.
Wait, Dror asked you to get into his computer?
-Sigal... -Tali.
...if you want to call him, call him, but I warn you, he's in a shitty mood.
I found the guy from the wedding video. He was American.
-He's a cultural attaché-- -Stop, stop, stop.
Stop talking.
Listen carefully.
Go to that hipster bar in Florentine.
Wait there, I'll call you at 7:00.
-Segev. -Hey!
It's for me.
Tali, I got a burner. Can you talk?
Yes. He's American. Scott Chase.
Feels like something government-related, State Department or CIA.
Know what it says on the death certificate?
-Go on. -That he died in Maryland.
They're hiding the fact that he was in Tel Aviv, that it happened.
Listen, I think she was in the CIA.
I found four different passports of hers.
Danielle wasn't even her real name. It was Sophie.
Sophie Dreyer.
But she was killed by hitmen from New York.
Do you think the CIA did this? Killed their own?
I have no idea. I don't know anything anymore.
Come home.
What, do you think I'm safe at home?
I need to talk to Martin Wexler. He clearly was not her father.
Listen close.
Hang up your phone and lie low. Don't call me anymore.
I'll contact you later on.
-What? -How's it going in there?
-Go away. -I want to see it.
You'll see it tomorrow.
Give this to her.
Dad! I told you to go away.
I'm not going anywhere. What happened?
We need some thread. Do not go in there.
-Promise? -I promise.
-I'm serious. -Why? We're getting married.
It's bad luck to see the dress before tomorrow.
-Okay, sweetheart. Okay. -Really, Dad.
Okay, okay. I love you.
-What are you doing? -Looking for recording devices.
-Where have you been the past six days? -At the unit. On an operation.
There wasn't an operation. They fired you.
I called. So stop with the bullshit.
-What did you do? -Nothing.
-They fired you for no reason? -I fucked up. Happy?
Want to keep digging in on this? Pour more salt in the wound?
Was it that dancer? Or was it someone else you were fucking?
You accidentally fucked someone else's wife?
Big company man caught with your dick out.
Maya, stop.
-We should've neutered you like the dog. -Stop. It's classified.
-I can't talk about that. -"Classified." That what they call it now?
The Shabak should call me. I can tell them everything.
-Will you shut your mouth? -Get out of here!
-Listen, you're hysterical, all right? -I'm not hysterical.
I'm completely fine. You're the problem here.
Get the hell out of my house.
Okay.
I need to find someone named Shaul Mandel.
Okay.
Who's that?
He worked for the Ministry of Defense, connected to Danielle somehow.
-Wow, thanks. -Enjoy.
So how's he connected to her?
I have no clue.
He was talking to some American journalist
about Israeli and U.S. relations.
Something about collaborative intelligence.
Then, suddenly, Shaul stopped talking.
Why?
That's what I'm going to find out.
-I can come with you if you want. -What?
Tali, no way you're going there. It's dangerous.
-Could be. -So why would you go?
Omer, I'm a cop. Want to see my certification?
No, but I want you to remember you're gonna be a mom.
Not yet.
You have to be more careful.
You have to. Why not let me come with you?
You're kind of cute when you're patronizing.
The police? They found the van.
It's registered to Jenny. They came to her house.
-Fuck. -Some investigator came over.
-I knocked him out. -You fucked in the head?
He would've arrested me.
We pack up, get out of here.
We gotta leave America. Today to Canada.
Let me think. Give me a sec. I need a plan.
Murder? What's that got to do with me?
That's what I'm figuring out, Shaul.
A few years ago, you spoke to an American journalist, Bill McAfree.
Oh, that.
I was stupid.
Angry.
I'd been fired and I wanted to vent. It was a mistake.
-That's why you stopped talking to him? -Sure.
Time passed and I calmed down. Got some perspective.
So no one told you to stop talking?
It was my decision.
That's not what I asked.
If you're hiding evidence, that's a crime.
Listen, I don't know anything important. Truth is, I'm just a cog.
I got fired because I blabbered too much about computer games.
And everyone thought I was weird.
Shaul.
I don't know. I just--
Someone threatened me.
-I don't know what-- -Tell me who threatened you.
Look at me. We can protect you.
His-- His name is...
Assaf.
Assaf Talmor.
Thank you.
-Hello? -Yes.
This is Tali Shapira, a detective with the Tel Aviv police.
Is this Assaf Talmor?
What do you want?
I'm investigating the murder of Danielle Azulai.
What is she doing with him?
-Who? -Naomi, with that Henry.
Fucking nerd.
The rich, spoiled type.
What's your problem?
He's on to us.
I don't know how, but he's on to us.
And I'll tell you something else: he can't stand you.
Naomi won't say anything, don't worry.
If I get life in prison, I will never see Miles again.
You understand that? We gotta get out of here. We have to.
Bro, the weed is fucking with your head. Calm down.
-I haven't smoked since the morning. -Then smoke something. Sit.
This is a vegan hot dog. Eat.
You're not alone here. You know that.
I'm with you.
In all of it.
So relax. Okay?
Drink.
I'm gonna make a phone call.
-Ella. -Dad!
I miss you.
Where are you? It says "unknown number."
What's up? What're you doing?
Going to school.
How is it?
Fine.
-How is Mom? -Fine.
Maybe tell me something other than "Fine, fine."
Isn't there anything else going on?
-Grandpa Wexler's here. -What?
Where?
He called from the airport. He's on the way.
To Mom's house? Right now?
He is going to pick me up to go shopping and let me buy whatever I want.
Go get your mom right now.
I can't hear you. I'm hanging up.
Go get your mother right now. I wanna talk to her, okay?
You can't see Grandpa Wexler! You can't see him! Understand?
You're breaking up, bye.
Wexler is in Israel.
Tali, listen, Wexler is in Israel.
He's trying to get Ella.
Find her. Protect her. I'm on the next flight to Israel.
Go, go, go, go.