[narrator] Previously on Hit & Run:
If I find out what Danielle knew,
I can use it to stay out of prison.
-We need to bring her in. -Okay.
[Naomi] You think she encoded a message to herself inside a dance?
Shit. The police.
Enough! Enough!
You get consumed with your work.
You took my main source, and my friend, and made him a sitting duck in prison.
They're gonna kill him in there.
[theme music playing]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[indistinct chatter]
[man 1] ...stomped the shit out of this Paki. Got me an extra six.
And then I made a hole.
I peeled it. Peeled it right off that fucking bitch's face.
Right off her face! I peeled it.
I peeled her face back.
I need some shoes!
-I need some shoes. -[man 2] I got enough problems!
I need shoes! I need some fucking shoes!
I peeled her face back.
I picked it, then peeled it right off.
[Newkirk] Anxious to get back to your cell? I don't got to be here.
I got you cold on three homicides. My stats look great.
I just came to, uh... talk with you.
Manyak.
Yeah, manyak.
That's what came up on the Hebrew site when I searched "asshole."
Is that right?
"Cocksucker."
Oh.
So y'all use that in Israel too, huh?
A world full of men...
still too dumb to turn that into a compliment.
You're gonna die in prison, Segev.
Sooner than you think.
And what the fuck does that mean?
Hmm?
I wanna know the whole story.
I gotta admit, I find you interesting, man.
But the DA is gonna say some crazy-ass Israeli shot up a nightclub
and got caught up in a gang retaliation.
You and your buddy could have left the country,
headed off to Israel after you killed the two guys who killed your wife.
Why did you stay?
Why wait?
What do you want from me?
Just trying to loosen up that jaw, manyak.
You've got me here. You have your evidence. You'll get your conviction.
If you want justice, do your job and ask how my wife died.
Find out who really killed her.
Tell me. Tell me what the fuck is happening.
-Tell me what I don't know. -You'll let me out?
So, what the fuck is the point?
The point is you and your boy Harel look like serial killers.
And I happen to know he had a son.
So if you want this to be his memory, so be it.
Did you talk to Naomi Hicks?
I don't know her.
But I guess we could do that.
Or...
you enlighten me.
Now.
The body of the man from the junkyard.
You haven't been able to identify him, right?
Not yet.
You won't.
It's the Mossad.
They killed Ron, and they will try to kill me.
Right here. Soon.
Tali, can you please talk to me? Don't take it too far.
Shut up.
You didn't even delete those messages, huh?
You lost your mind? What's wrong with you?
Sit down and shut up. The next one will go to your knee.
So the Mossad started using pussies,
or did they have no idea?
I need you to take a deep breath and listen to what I have to say.
You got something to say?
Hmm?
What is there to say? It's all right here.
You forwarded messages from my phone to yours, you fucking shit.
So, what was the plan?
Would you help them beat your pregnant girlfriend
or just sort of hang back?
You don't see what's going on here?
I kept those messages, so I can protect you.
So they could know what you didn't.
The only reason I'm here is to protect you.
Of course. Yeah, sure, sure.
It's just my hormones that are making me paranoid.
You love me, you wanted to help me.
Maybe once all this is done, we'll get a house in the Gallil,
bake some bread, raise children.
I really do love you.
If I didn't, I would let them take you away.
Tali, please trust me.
We can make it work.
I want to be with you. With both of you.
Your voice always gets pitchy when you lie.
[grunting]
Are you okay?
[dramatic music playing]
Tali?
[groaning]
Get up.
Get up. We're going.
You wrote this without telling your editor you were working on it?
Are you even reading, Karina?
There's more to it than this young woman's death?
Like why she was killed?
I'm working that out. I need to talk to some people.
So why bring it in now?
Because--
If I don't get this published,
they'll kill my friend like they killed his wife.
Can we make that the headline?
-Karina, e-mail. -Two minutes.
Your friend. Where is he now?
In city lockup. He has an arraignment in 30 minutes.
Do that. Let me get in the weeds on this. I'll need your notes and files.
Ask Legal up here now. Tell them to wait in the conference room.
You've done good work. I'll do what I can.
This will go up the chain before we move on it.
I understand, but we're on a clock.
If there's gonna be a fight, let's have it now.
Let me do the politics. You go to the arraignment.
We'll reconvene this afternoon.
Tell me you have my back on this.
This is the one. Don't let it get strangled in the crib.
I want the story just like you, but I don't make promises I can't keep.
The lawyers will have their say on this.
-Hey, boss. Question. -I'm busy.
No, I'll be quick. I got a body that I can't ID.
Probably foreign 'cause the DNA's coming back blank.
-Uh-huh. -It doesn't make any sense.
-You were Beret, right? -Uh-huh.
You ever run into any Mossad?
I did some freelance work after the service but not really. Why?
Well, don't laugh, but what if Mossad is here in the States to get someone
-and they got got? -[chuckles]
-And why would I say that? -Maybe that's why I can't get a match.
Why are you bugging me with this? Who told you that?
-The suspect, Azulai. -Okay.
Let me make this simple. Is the suspect alive?
-He is. -Then the Mossad ain't after him.
I don't think it's that simple.
[lock buzzes]
[dramatic music playing]
[lock buzzes]
[man speaking indistinctly over PA]
Who are you?
Good morning, Segev.
I'm from the consulate in Israel.
Been informed you've been arrested and we thought we'd just check on you.
They're treating you well? Got something to eat?
Do you want us to reach out to your family in Tel Aviv?
Update them maybe? Let them know what's going on?
And why do you care?
You're due this morning in court, right?
You're happy with the lawyer they gave you?
-I still haven't met him. -Mm-hm.
Who told you I was here?
We are, uh... informed every time an Israeli gets arrested.
You know that prisons in the United States can be very dangerous.
-What do you want from me? -I wanna help.
What do you think, I'm dumb?
Huh?
Talk.
Actually, Segev, we prefer to talk less.
As less as possible.
And if that's hard for you, we'd be happy to assist you,
as well as any friends you have around here.
Go fuck yourself.
Good luck in court today. Break a leg.
-[gavel bangs] -[woman] Next. People v. Azulai.
Case number 2-0-1-3-B-X-0-7-1-7.
[man] Hello, Your Honor.
[woman] Segev Azulai. That you?
Yeah.
[woman] Mr. Azulai, you are being charged
with three separate counts of murder in the first degree. Do you understand?
Yeah.
[woman] Do you speak English? Are you aware of the severity of these charges?
-Yes. -And how do you plead, sir?
Not guilty.
-Very well. Bail denied. -[gavel bangs]
Mr. Coughlin, see the clerk. We'll get you on the calendar.
[Coughlin] Thank you, Your Honor.
[woman] People v. McCue. Case number 2-0-1-3-X-2-2-9-7.
[guard] Come with me.
[bailiff] Next case on the docket...
[ominous music playing]
Detective Newkirk. It's Naomi Hicks.
I'm glad you stopped me. I was just coming to find you.
-Have you talked to Segev? -I have.
And?
-You don't believe him. -Segev is a murder suspect.
More to the point, I know Segev killed those people.
So as peculiar as his case is, and I have to admit that it is,
his words ain't holding a lot of weight with me.
-He's telling the truth. -You're vouching for him?
I'm trying to keep him alive any way I can.
Hopefully the story I'm writing will do that,
but the people who want him dead are on a clock.
I realize that this is asking a lot.
If you want him to make it to trial, listen to what I'm saying and help.
-Help how? -Make a call.
Get him into protective custody.
You really believe him?
You think Israeli spies are gonna break into jail and kill this guy?
Detective, do you know who Segev's wife was?
Yeah, some American dancer. Whatever. Good for him.
Danielle was a cover. Sophie Dreyer was her name.
Sophie was a covert operative with the CIA in Tel Aviv.
She was murdered.
We're on a clock.
Help us buy some time, please.
[suspenseful music playing]
[lock buzzes]
[man] ...stomped the shit out of this boy. Got me an extra six.
[guard] Get back. Get back!
[lock buzzes]
Get back.
Get back!
What's going on?
Who's that?
We used to date.
Why'd you call me?
He's Mossad.
He's been keeping tabs on me.
Showed up again after Danielle died.
I think he might have bugged my apartment, so I brought him here.
So why am I here?
Thought you'd make him talk.
I thought you can do that, can't you?
[ominous music playing]
[grunts]
Tali, who's that?
Did you tell him about me? You're making a mistake!
[Assaf snaps fingers]
Calm down.
-Tali, please, you gotta stop this now. -Omer.
I'm not gonna be able to stop them! You're making a mistake!
Omer, look up. Look up. I'm Assaf. Nice to meet you.
I know you didn't mean to hurt Tali. But we got a problem.
Hm?
You know what I used to do in the army? Chaksav.
You know that one? Unit 504?
Interrogations.
Of prisoners, in wartime and such.
Are you serious, Tali?
We were allowed to do it all.
Anything, to get information out.
Every last detail.
Get the picture?
Truth is, I don't miss it at all.
But when I see you...
I start to get that itch.
Tali.
Tali!
Listen, you piece of shit.
Your girlfriend's pregnant and you put her in danger.
For me, that's worse than terrorist.
Do you know what I did with terrorists?
[Omer screaming]
-[door clanks] -[lock buzzes]
[man over PA] All guards report to the prison yard immediately.
All guards report to the prison yard immediately.
Exit your cell, inmate.
It's common time.
Can I use a phone?
Sure, you can use mine. Why don't you order a pizza?
Get the fuck up, kebab.
Using the fucking phone...
[suspenseful music playing]
Thanks.
Goddamn it.
Fuck you looking at?
-[sighs] -[keypad clacking]
Yeah, hello? City lockup.
I need to put a prisoner under protective custody.
[indistinct chatter]
[yelps]
[dramatic music playing]
-[Segev] Hey. How long have I been here? -[monitor beeping]
Almost a day. The anesthetic is starting to wear off.
-You might feel a little confused. -Where is the crazy guy?
The crazy guy, where is he?
Go on back to sleep.
[nurse speaking indistinctly]
[Naomi] Oh. What the hell happened?
Why is Karina's assistant blowing me up?
The publisher's in the conference room. He's been there awhile.
-Karina wants to set him on fire. -Weldon's here?
Shit. Why didn't you text me?
-Have you looked at your messages? -No. Take this.
I'm just conscious of the ramifications of this story.
Ah. And I would like to be a guiding light for balance here.
I have been led to believe that one of the sources of your story
is a personal acquaintance of yours.
Mm-hm.
I have complete confidence in my staff. You know what you're doing.
You are journalists, I am not.
But when building a story this big,
it would be nice if the foundation could not be seen to be tainted in any way.
Tainted how?
What is your relationship with your source?
-We're friends. -But you had a romantic relationship.
If you're asking if we slept together, yes, 20 years ago,
but in no way does that affect the nature of the story.
I'm not saying that it does.
I'm saying that the appearance of bias is as good as bias,
especially when you're talking about-- This is Israel.
It's our closest ally. Let's not bullshit ourselves.
Okay? Begging your pardon. Caution is warranted.
My relationship with the source is why this story happened.
It wouldn't even be possible if I wasn't a firsthand party to the information.
I'm the only one who could do it.
-That doesn't change anything-- -What are we doing here,
if it's not to find stories like this?
This makes us relevant. Puts you in the conversation
with the Times Magazine, Harper's and New Yorker.
-Isn't that what you want? -We all have jobs here.
I'm pretty sure yours isn't telling me how relevant this magazine is.
When I get a look at the final product, which Karina assures me I will soon,
I'll have a better perspective on this.
Now I want to remind everyone here that the publication of any story
under the banner of this magazine is a privilege. It's not a right.
I take pride in hearing an array of voices in my decision-making process,
but the final decision for publication will be mine and mine alone.
-[Karina] Understood, Peter. -Great.
Then I'll let you get on with it.
Keep up the stellar work. Gentlemen.
That motherfucker.
Is this gonna die?
I don't know. Maybe. You've done good work.
That makes the story even more dangerous.
What if we bring in someone else to help you?
Put their name first on the byline, that way things don't seem biased.
No fucking way. I did all the work.
I get that, and normally I wouldn't suggest it,
but you're telling me we have to publish this now.
So, what's more important?
The story gets published, or it gets published with your name?
I'm not sharing my byline, Karina.
No, no, go ahead.
Sure could use one.
I forgot to eat today.
You should. Do it for the kid.
Is Segev dead?
It's not clear. He doesn't know much.
They promised he'd be accepted into special ops.
This was his exam.
[Tali groans]
I need to talk to Segev.
I don't where he is, if he's even alive.
We need to discuss what we're facing.
-What? Prison? -Yeah.
But first they'll berate us in the press.
Traitors, spies. That good stuff. Hell on your kid too.
What can we do? It's not like we can drop Omer out there.
[dramatic music playing]
I can't decide for you Tali.
But nothing in this world would prevent me from raising my kid.
You need to leave now.
Now. Get out of here.
Where do I go?
What about you? What about Omer?
I'll handle it.
Thanks.
[monitor beeping]
How you feeling?
Nurse says you got knocked around pretty good.
It was you?
Give us a minute.
[dramatic music playing]
If I have made a consistent mistake
in this whole saga, it's selling you short.
Strange. I know your whole history, the training--
You sent this motherfucker in here after me?
-Sorry. We needed to talk. -So talk, motherfucker. Talk.
Stop lying and tell me, what do you want from me?
Danielle's notebook.
She meant for me to have it.
She died trying to make that happen.
No.
She died stealing secrets and keeping secrets.
From me and from every other Israeli she knew.
Lying and betraying.
Segev...
These last few weeks have been hard on you,
and for my part in that, I'm sorry.
But even with all the secrets,
you know that's not who your wife was.
She was a hero.
We needed her to get very classified information
from the national security advisor.
She called me the night it happened.
She had overheard a phone call.
Something about a meeting. Off the books.
Between Assaf and his boss. His name is Eitan Sharon.
I asked not to call me for the next two hours. Why? What's so urgent?
[pop music playing over speakers]
What? What information?
Assaf?
No, she can't hear me. It's just some girl. You can talk, go ahead.
Okay, what do you mean, disaster? What happened?
[Assaf sighs]
We can't let them find out.
Yeah, okay. Tell Eitan I'll get there real soon.
I'll get there as fast as I can. Bye.
-Everything okay? -Yeah, it's just work.
You're leaving?
Yeah, I'm... I'll call you later.
I'm glad I rushed over and made Syd leave.
I'll be back soon. I promise.
[suspenseful music playing]
[car alarm chirps]
[engine starts]
[Martin] Assaf's boss, Sharon, was a guy with top-level access
in Aman, Mossad, everything.
[inaudible dialogue]
This was the first time we were able to get close to Eitan,
but the place was too small for her to get in
and get anywhere near the conversation.
[car alarm chirps]
We pieced together
what must have happened next
from the chatter on the Israeli side and some CCTV footage.
It seems she waited outside the restaurant for hours.
Watching.
Hoping to maybe get something.
And then an opportunity presented itself.
[suspenseful music playing]
[device beeping]
[door unlocks]
Whatever she found there, we know it was top secret,
classified information.
Ah! [in Hebrew] Oh, my God!
You scared me.
-[in English] What are you doing? -I'm sorry. I dropped my keys.
-Good night to you. -You too.
What are you doing here?
I know how this looks, but it's not what you think.
I'm his lover.
Eitan. I'm Eitan's lover. I was just trying to leave him a present.
Really?
[shouting]
[dramatic music playing]
[phone rings]
-Hello? -[in English] Hey, Dad.
Hey, sweetie. You don't sound so good.
Yeah, I just really needed to hear your voice.
Everything okay?
Yeah, things have been tough lately.
I haven't been feeling great.
I may have caught something that's going around.
Well, why don't you come home for a week? Unplug.
Your mother would love the chance to spoil you.
-I'll get you on the next flight. -I have a family now, Dad.
I can't just leave.
You have to take care of yourself.
Doesn't matter about the family. You have to take care of yourself.
I know, just let me figure it out. Okay?
[call disconnects]
We need to get her out of there right now.
[Martin] She was supposed to evacuate. Immediately.
[Segev] Two.
It took her 72 hours.
-Please, Dad. -[Segev] Take the card.
-Stop! Come on, Dad. -Show me. Take two.
Show me.
One more.
You lost though. Big deal.
That hesitation, that delay...
probably cost her her life.
-No way. -Dad. Please, Dad.
No cheating.
Sophie was an amazing woman.
-She was one of our best. -Why didn't she leave?
Because she thought...
she could convince you to move to New York with her.
I know. It's hard to discover you don't know everything about your wife, but...
she loved you.
You can finish the work she started.
What do I get if I help you?
Fresh start.
Show me what you found, give me the notebook,
and Segev Azulai...
will have died in this jail of his injuries.
You, however,
will start a new life.
With a new name.
Free.
Tell me what I wanna know.
[dramatic music playing]
What happens to Ella?
-I can't give up my daughter. -You're staring at life in prison.
That's giving up your daughter.
Why would I believe anything you say, huh?
What choice do you have?
[line beeps]
[recording] Hi, this is Maya Talmor. Please leave a message.
[voicemail beeps]
[line beeps]
[recording] Hi, this is Maya Talmor. Please leave a message.
[voicemail beeps]
Maya, it's me.
Um...
[cell phone beeps]
[gun cocks]
[gunshot]
[banging on trunk]
[Omer] Tali!
Tali, what's going on?
Tali!
Get me out of here!
Tali, can you hear me?
Tali!
Help!
Because, again, I specifically called to have him put in PC.
How the hell was he able to be attacked? Why wasn't I called?
I don't have that information.
Where is he right now? Give me the room.
-Try the infirmary. -Thank you.
Shit!
[dramatic music playing]
-[lock buzzes] -Guard!
Ain't this a bitch?
[theme music playing]