-[narrator] Previously on Hit & Run: -[Segev] Wexler lured me to the airport.
-Tell him I wanna meet him. -Where?
Get to Israel.
I'm not going alone.
[Naomi] Meeting's at 6 p.m., Brooklyn Museum.
What's wrong, Tali?
You're not here, you're there. You left on some crazy manhunt.
Segev, I lost my job today. I can't help!
-Where's Segev? -[shouts]
[Segev] Hold that shit.
Just hold that shit. I'll take you to Israel, man.
Did the CIA kill Sophie Dreyer?
Who's Sophie Dreyer?
Who sent you?
You piece of shit. You messed with the wrong guy.
[theme music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
Shira, call me the second you get this message.
It's urgent. Okay?
[indistinct chatter]
[bell chimes]
[hip-hop music playing over speakers]
It's $129.60.
[bell chimes]
Hey, Thomas, you guys get those weird yogurt-y drinks back in?
Ah, yeah. Third shelf down.
This should cover it, right?
Yeah, that should cover it.
Thanks.
[bell chimes]
[ringing]
Hello?
Shira, it's me. You need to take Ella and go someplace safe.
Segev, what are you saying?
I can't explain right now. Things here have changed.
Again with this shit?
You just told Tali she could go.
All right, Segev, I gotta leave. Got things to do.
Listen, something awful happened.
What?
I can't get into it right now, but you have to leave.
Segev, if we're in danger, I'm calling the police.
Shira, you can't do that because I don't trust them.
And where should we go?
No idea. Go somewhere brand-new, somewhere you feel safe in, okay?
And don't tell anyone where you are, okay?
No. I can't just pick everything up and go every single time--
Get out of there right now!
Ella, get up, honey.
Sorry I'm late.
Naomi?
[ominous music playing]
Nay?
Sorry, I don't know what to say.
-What do you expect me to do, forgive you? -No.
I just wanted you to know.
If you really cared,
you wouldn't have gotten him involved in your shit in the first place.
Get the fuck out.
[pensive music playing]
Where have you been?
I was waiting at the museum for hours with Wexler.
We had him.
What happened?
What happened, Segev?
[door unlocks]
I had to just leave him there.
My best friend died because of me.
Are you sure it was the Mossad?
He spoke Hebrew.
The serial number on his gun was stamped out.
You need to stay away from me.
You don't get to tell me what to do.
Mossad tracked my phone because I left it on for 30 minutes.
It took them 30 minutes to find me and kill Ron.
That's how dangerous it is.
I disabled it.
As soon as I left the meeting, just in case they tried to trace it.
I know what I'm doing.
Whatever's making them do this,
the Mossad, the CIA, it's important. People need to know what happened.
This is not some story about Hillary Clinton.
They'll kill you.
-You have to leave. -No. What are you doing?
Go, just go.
Leave.
You know what happens if I go?
They hunt you down and kill you, and no one knows why.
I can protect you.
I'm not gonna leave you alone in this. I won't do it.
[dramatic music playing]
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Me too.
I'm gonna go by the office... in the morning.
The magazine has some company cell phones I can use.
I'll reach out as soon as I can.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Good morning.
Is that my laptop?
The doctor said I should make you happy.
And I remember you love Shakshuka, so I was looking up a good recipe.
[Tali sighs]
Wow, it's been years since I've slept past 6.
Well, there you go. How do you feel about it?
-Very lazy. -The food's almost ready.
I think you need to get used to it. This break will do you good.
-Yeah, right. -How's the baby?
Fine. No cramping this morning.
I actually feel really good.
That's great.
Shakshuka?
Mm-hm.
You want to drink something?
I can't believe I got suspended.
-What am I going to do? -You'll figure something out, I'm sure.
Yeah, right. Who will hire a pregnant woman?
Ugh. I am so mad at Segev.
So tell him that.
Tell him to stop using you.
Don't hold it inside. It's not good, for both of you.
Yeah.
[cell phone ringing]
Hello?
[Assaf] Tali Shapira?
-[whispering] Segev? -Yeah. Who is this?
Assaf Talmor. You called me about Danielle Azulai.
[dramatic music playing]
Yes.
Hang on, please.
-The food's almost ready. -I'll be right back.
What do you want?
Me? You're the one who called.
I thought you were investigating Danielle's death, no?
Police are. I'm off the case.
Why's that?
I was reassigned.
That doesn't matter.
If you still want to know what happened to Danielle,
I think you and I can help each other.
[indistinct chatter]
Thanks for coming.
So, what did you find out? What did Segev find in New York?
Why do you think he's in New York?
Listen,
you're the one who wanted to meet, right?
I don't think I will tell you anything before you answer some questions.
Let's start with why you talked to Shaul Mandel.
I was special intelligence liaison, that's for start.
One of our sources revealed that Mandel
was leaking sensitive info to foreign press.
And my job often, um...
was to convince them not to go with it.
Was?
So not anymore?
I was also reassigned.
Tell me, did Segev make contact with the CIA?
Wait. I'm not finished.
I still don't get how Danielle and Mendel are connected.
I met Danielle a few months after I spoke to Mandel.
I think she found me through an article.
Why was she looking for you?
I guess the article sparked her interest.
She found out I was the one who shut it down.
Which meant I had access to, uh...
So she made her move.
How many years has it been since you dated Danielle?
It's been weeks.
Danielle and I had an ongoing, uh, relationship.
[dramatic music playing]
That happened so she could get information.
I'll ask again, what information?
I'm not sure, but I think it had to do with our secret surveillance of Americans.
We were spying on Americans? Why?
So why you reach out and tell me all of this now?
If I found out what Danielle knew,
I can use it to stay out of prison.
[indistinct chatter]
That your guy?
Ron Harel?
Used to be. You know what happened?
[woman] I was starting to piece it together.
Looks like Harel was killed inside the car.
Gunshot wound to the arm, nicked an artery, bled out.
Now, this other guy,
someone had fun with him.
Turned his face into meat, broke every one of his fingers.
But he has no ID. Not even a piece of lint in his pockets.
What's even crazier is he's wearing heavy tactical gear.
-Tactical gear? -Yeah.
As in military?
[woman] Could be. Or special ops.
-Prints? -No, no. The place is a mess.
Somebody wiped down the car.
-Killer knew what they were doing. -Yep.
-Any video? -Also no.
But the workers did see somebody leaving the junkyard before they called it in.
-What'd he look like? -Mm.
Caucasian, medium height, shaved head.
-Excuse me. -Wait, what?
-Excuse me. -You know him?
[cell phone ringing]
-Tali, it's you? -[Tali] Mm-hm.
Did you get my message? I was worried.
I'm fine. Don't worry. That's not why I called.
-Assaf Talmor reached out to me. -Who, the obsessed guy?
He's not who we thought he was.
He used to work for the NSC.
What?
A few weeks ago, there was a security breach.
Someone stole classified intel from them.
What intel?
I still don't know, but it has to do with tracking of American targets.
The one who stole it was Danielle.
She used Assaf to get to it.
That's probably why they wanted to, you know, get rid of her.
[dramatic music playing]
Segev, are you there?
She slept with him while we were together, huh?
Does it matter now?
Anything else?
He thinks that the intel she took is still out there,
hidden somewhere...
and that you have it.
[suspenseful music playing]
What are you doing?
Dance notation.
Choreographers use it to write down dance.
The numbers and letters correspond to body parts
and different types of motion.
Like a code?
Sort of.
Show me.
-Show me how you do that. -Okay.
E-F.
-E-F. -Two-J-six.
Two-J-six.
E-F.
-I can do that. -Oh?
-Huh? -Okay.
-I... -Oh, my God.
...want...
Mmm.
...you...
now.
[Danielle] Okay! [chuckles]
[both] Yallah.
[dramatic music playing]
Where were you?
I was worried.
Sorry, I couldn't answer my phone.
For six hours?
I turned it off as a precaution.
It might be tapped. I didn't want to be followed.
Followed?
-Don't worry, it's fine. -It's fine? Your phone is tapped.
It might be tapped. Don't worry. It's fine.
Babe, you--
You disappear for hours and you don't call?
You won't tell me what this Pulitzer-worthy story is really about
except that it involves your ex-boyfriend's wife, some kind--
Jesus! Enough, Henry. Enough!
I don't grill you about your cases.
-You represent actual criminals. -Not the same.
If I say I'm safe, that it's okay, that should be enough.
-Sorry for caring. -After ten years of doing this,
I thought you got it already.
Just let me do my goddamn job!
God knows I let you do yours.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What is the hold that this fucking guy has over you?
There is no hold. This is work.
It was what, a year you were together?
Not even.
I went back to school and he went back to his life.
-It was over. -I gotta be honest.
It's really hard to imagine you with that guy.
[scoffs]
Like it was really hard to imagine you with that pharmaceutical saleswoman?
-Charlene, whatever her name was. -Charlotte.
Charlotte.
Whatever, she could barely read. And you were with her for two years.
We've all had our moments.
I guess.
I'm fine.
I promise.
I have some work to do.
-Gonna make some tea. You want some? -Nope.
[ominous music playing]
No match on the prints from the other body at the junkyard, but I do have news.
Do tell.
Got the traffic cam footage from a few nights ago.
From a tollbooth on 495 heading east, the van you were looking for.
Harel's driving, but look who's next to him.
Matches the description the workers at the junkyard gave.
Hmph. The guy witnesses ID'd at the nightclub.
Fuck, yeah. Right?
Yeah. Fuck, yeah.
Put a BOLO out to every cop in the New York metro.
On it.
He's wanted in connection with four homicides.
Anyone who finds him, proceed with caution.
-He's dangerous. -You got it.
Et le fin.
Très bien.
Well done, guys.
See you tomorrow, don't be late, hm?
[indistinct chatter]
-Hello? -[Segev] Hi.
Hi.
I'll introduce myself. My name is Ben Moshkovsky.
I'm a PhD student at Columbia.
What can I do for you?
You're French?
-Oui. -Enchanté.
Enchanté.
My thesis is about Middle Eastern art,
created in times of war.
Okay.
I have this notebook here
from a Palestinian dancer-choreographer.
-Oh. -Um, she died a few years ago,
and they say she hid some messages in her notation.
Ooh. That's fascinating.
It is.
So I can't read it, so I thought maybe you can help me.
Of course. May I?
Yeah, of course.
D'accord.
The repetition...
-That's Gaga. -Yeah.
So far it looks pretty typical.
-Just don't ask me to dance any of it. -Oh, no.
Mm-hm. Okay.
Hm.
-That's odd. -What?
[woman] This page is different.
It uses level notation.
Why is it different?
Because it's an old form of notation. I have a book that I can show you.
Very few people use it anymore.
Plus, some of the symbols are written sideways.
So it could be a mistake or...?
Could be. But the same symbols are written correctly in other places.
[Segev] Mm-hm.
[suspenseful music playing]
[man] Move, move!
-No, plead out. -No, we can't go in with that expectation.
The DA's all over anything with a narcotic.
Can you give me a minute?
Of course.
-Hey, Nigel. -Good to see you.
Thanks for the quick turnaround. What do you got?
I did a prelim search on Segev Azulai.
Forty-five, Israeli, spent about a decade between the army
and the Israeli border police in different capacities, Yamam...
Yamam, what's that?
It's some badass shit. It's like a SWAT team for terrorists.
Then he worked in Mexico doing some shady mercenary shit.
Works now as a tour guide in Tel Aviv.
And last week his wife was killed in a hit-and-run accident.
-Is that it? -No, not exactly.
I also tried that other name you gave me, Ron Harel.
-That dude was into some shit. -Like what?
Like turning up fucking dead at a junkyard last night in Brooklyn.
Of course, what you care about is that he was wanted
on a double homicide in Queens last week,
along with another unidentified Israeli guy.
[dramatic music playing]
[line ringing]
-So she mailed it to herself from Israel. -[Naomi] Mm-hm.
I thought it's a note on dances or choreography,
but it's a different language.
So I took it to an expert, and she marked these symbols because they didn't fit.
You think she encoded a message inside?
I don't know. She mailed it to herself a day before she died.
-Look, these are the same symbols. -Right.
-And that's an A. -Yeah.
A, B, C, D, E...
-Exactly 26 symbols. -So the symbols that are sideways...
Spell out a message.
So let's start.
Hey, hey, Henry?
Naomi's not here.
-Where is she? Excuse me. -Everything okay?
-I need to know where she is. -Sorry, don't know.
Haven't heard from her all day.
She just came by this morning to pick up a new cell.
A new cell?
We have phones kicking around in case people need them.
Like if someone doesn't wanna give out their number to a source.
What's the number? It's a family emergency.
[line ringing]
Shit!
There is one other thing we could try.
-We have a "find my phone" feature. -Yeah.
[Naomi] "Chronos. Cheetah. Cobra. Rat."
-Do these mean anything to you? -No.
Is it some government program? Like, a secret program?
Maybe Israel hacked into it.
The McAfree article talks about defense technology.
Tali says Israel was electronically spying on the U.S.
And there's also this.
You think she encoded messages into all of these?
It was insurance for her.
She must have been sending messages to herself for years.
I don't know.
I don't know anything anymore.
Maybe I shouldn't have come to this country.
It was a fucking big mistake.
[suspenseful music playing]
Shit, the police.
Go, go, go.
Go. Hey, take it.
Take it. Go.
[door closes]
Stop! Don't move! Don't move!
[woman] Hey! [yelps]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Get down!
[crowd clamoring]
-Get back, get back! Get down! Get down! -[Taser crackling]
Get back, get back!
[Newkirk] Hey, hey, hey! Stay down!
You son of a bitch.
Don't move.
Don't you fucking move.
Up.
Enough! Enough!
[Omer] So, what'd you do on your first day of vacation?
Uh...
Not much.
What about you? How was your day?
Insane. Didn't leave the office.
Worked on some encryption software. The deadline is unreal.
[cell phone buzzing]
[scoffs] I just talked about them.
They don't stop.
[ominous music playing]
Yes?
[Tamir] There's been a change in plans.
What's going on?
You need to bring her in.
She knows too much.
She's six months pregnant, you know?
I know.
Yes.
Who was that?
Tali, what's wrong with you?
Omer, I know you were digging around in my laptop.
-Tali, what--? -Who was it on the phone?
Tali, listen.
You gotta trust me.
You need to come with me right now.
You're a son of a bitch.
No one's gonna hurt you. No one's gonna hurt you.
-We just need to talk to you. -Mm-mm.
-This is serious, Tali. -No, no, no.
We're not going anywhere.
Give me your gun.
[groans]
Naomi, hey. God, where were you?
I've been trying to track you down all day.
Segev was arrested, you need to help him.
-Help him? -Get him out.
He can't stay in jail. They can get to him in jail.
-Who can get to him? -Please, just--
Doesn't anyone at the DA owe you a favor?
Naomi, I don't think that you know who Segev really is.
-And you do? -I do now.
-You called the police? -Do you know what he's being charged with?
-He would have been arrested anyway. -This is fucked up, Henry.
Really fucked up. You had no right.
You get so consumed with your work.
-You can be reckless. -What?
I've seen it before, like with that death penalty story.
You couldn't sleep, you stopped eating, you had nightmares.
No matter how good the story is, never put yourself in danger.
It is not up to you to decide what is worth it.
You took my main source, and my friend, and made him a sitting duck in prison.
-They're gonna kill him. -Who is?
But you feel better.
-So good work. -Naomi.
-You should have trusted me. -Nay, come on--
Two burners.
Passport.
Two-forty in cash.
Sign here for the items.
[handcuffs clicking]
[lock buzzes]
-On the gate. -[lock buzzes]
[dramatic music playing]
Hands through the slot.
[handcuffs clicking]
[lock buzzes]
[theme music playing]