[narrator] Previously on Hit & Run:
If you want him to make it to trial, get him into protective custody.
-[woman] How do you plead? -Not guilty.
[woman] Bail denied.
-What do you want from me? -Danielle's notebook.
She meant for me to have it.
I'll get there as fast as I can.
[in Hebrew] I'm Eitan's girlfriend.
[Martin] She was one of our best.
Show me what you found, you can finish the work she started.
-Why would I believe anything you say? -What choice do you have?
[theme music playing]
[ominous music playing]
Gordon, take the East 49th exit.
[Gordon] You got it.
[Segev] Why did you send that guy to break into my house? To kill me?
No. After Danielle was killed, we had to see
if she left the information somewhere in the house.
-You just got in the way. -Fuck you.
I understand. You feel betrayed.
This hasn't been easy for either of us.
It wasn't supposed to end this way.
Do Dani's real parents even know she was killed?
Eventually, they'll be told something.
Doing aid work in the Congo is dangerous business.
Now, if you'll just tell us where the notebook is,
we can move on with this.
So I'm getting an American passport and a new name?
Mm-hm.
Give me your phone.
Who are you gonna call?
You want the notebook or not?
[keypad clacking]
Naomi.
Yeah, I want you to do something for me.
-I wanna see the notebook. -I don't have it here. But I can get it.
While you're at it, we'll want a comment from Israel about this American spy
being killed by the Mossad.
That's a big jerk-off. They're not gonna say anything.
-At least get the standard "no comment." -Fine.
But I still think we should go with the story of Sophie Dreyer's murder.
That's newsworthy in and of itself.
Talk to the Israelis. Let me know what they say. We'll go from there.
Hello, Noya?
Naomi Hicks, New York Magazine.
I was hoping you could help me with a story I'm working on.
I'm looking for someone to comment about an American CIA operative
who was murdered in Israel a few weeks ago.
-Why here? It's so public. -I don't know.
She wanted to meet you at the same place you met her before.
-You said 11:00, right? -Yeah.
So, tell me, this Witness Protection Program,
what is it like?
You have to create a whole new life
in a place where you know absolutely no one.
You're a personable guy. So you should do fine.
They'll probably send you someplace great like Miami.
We'll try to put you somewhere where you'll go unnoticed.
Somewhere unexpected.
Where you live quietly.
I won't be able to see my family, my friends again, right?
-Except Ella. -Right, as I told you.
-We'll figure her out. -You're full of shit.
-As I told you, we'll do our best. -What can I get you to drink?
Coffee, black.
Americano. Can I get it in a tall mug, so I can add some steamed 2%?
Coffee, black.
So you know what? Maybe I should make the deal with the Mossad.
That would be a terrible mistake.
Shit. You're bleeding.
Goddamn it.
Beller, take him into the restroom, get him cleaned up. I'll wait for Hicks.
Sorry.
Wrist.
Sorry. I had to piss for the last hour.
Boss doesn't go for bathroom breaks. Put some pressure on that.
[Beller sighs]
[suspenseful music playing]
-Can you wash your fucking hands? -I don't believe in that shit.
[cell phone buzzing]
Yeah?
What do you mean, she's hasn't left her office yet? Goddamn it.
What the fuck?
[suspenseful music playing]
Hi. I have a delivery for Naomi Hicks.
[woman] Just leave it.
I usually deliver it straight to the customer.
Not here, yo. Just leave it. I'll have her assistant pick it up.
For Naomi.
Your lunch is here.
Did I order that? I don't even like Indian.
[Luca] I don't know. Do you want me to get you something else?
No.
[suspenseful music playing]
-How did you--? -Let's talk later.
-Wexler. -Later.
Take me somewhere we can talk.
Azulai is not in the hospital. He's not in the Tombs. He is nowhere.
Did the ADA drop the charges? They don't even know why.
This guy is no longer in the system.
Now, that is interesting.
You think someone nabbed this guy, killed him.
I don't know.
But I'll find out.
-Hmm. Do it. -Got it.
I don't know much, but I do know "Chronos, Cheetah, Cobra, Rat" doesn't refer
to any government program or weapon system I could find.
It doesn't matter. I'm going to the Mossad anyway.
I'll promise them I'll keep my mouth shut. I want to go home.
That's crazy.
That's crazy. Why would they believe you would keep your mouth shut?
-They're not stupid. -I'm giving them the notebook.
-Segev. -It's the only way to end this.
But the Mossad, they killed your wife and Ron.
-Where's the notebook? -I don't wanna give it to you.
-I don't care. It's not about you. -Then why'd you get me involved
if this was what you were gonna end up doing?
I'm sorry I got you in so deep.
Fuck you, Segev.
[Newkirk] All right.
[keypad beeping]
Yeah, hi.
Naomi Hicks, please.
-Listen, I don't have a choice. -It's not gonna work.
This situation is bigger than you or the article. They'll kill you.
If they do anything, you'll publish the article.
We're not gonna wait to publish the article. It's already in the works.
-You can't publish it, not now. -There's no stopping it at this point.
Listen, Naomi.
My daughter is all I have left.
We need to end this before anyone else gets hurt.
Where's the notebook?
[suspenseful music playing]
Hi, I'm here for Mr. Donenfeld.
-Mr. Rubin? -Yes.
-He'll be back-- -I'll wait in his office.
Excuse me! You can't do that. Mr. Donenfeld!
-Why are you here? You were in prison. -I was.
Early release. Good behavior.
Bullshit.
Your wife left it for me. I'm leaving.
I know you've been through some hard times, and I am sorry.
But for your sake, you better hope I never see your face again.
[line rings]
[man on recording] Shalom, you have reached the Israeli consulate in New York.
Our hours are 9:00 to 5:00 weekdays.
If you have an emergency, please dial 917-555-0177.
[keypad beeping]
[line rings]
-[woman] Hello. Security. -Hello.
-Yeah, my name is Segev Azulai. -Okay, go on.
-I have an urgent message. -Okay, talk.
I got something he needs.
Maybe we could work out a deal of some sort.
-Uh-huh. -You can reach me at 917-555-3247.
[cell phone beeps]
[Karina] "As she headed for the airport that day,
Danielle Wexler-Azulai hadn't planned on stopping for coffee."
Blah, blah, blah.
"The truth about Azulai's death, however, turns out to be much darker,
a tale of spy games between the U.S. and its closest ally gone mortally wrong."
Great.
It's really working for me.
I'm not sure we're there yet.
We need to beef up the intelligence side.
I disagree.
What are you thinking of for art? Have any pictures of this Danielle?
Karina, I've been thinking.
We've got the who, the what but not the why.
The CIA hasn't even weighed in yet.
No, we're good. You've called them. It's on them if they don't respond.
This story is going to blow people's minds.
Just figure out that "Chronos, Cheetah" shit.
Let me get Legal on it.
[suspenseful music playing]
-Going out. I'll be back in an hour. -Cool.
[man] Okay. Yep. I got it.
Thanks, Jim. Right. Bye.
That was a buddy from my Secret Service days.
They are coded call signs.
[Naomi] For whom?
The First Family. Chronos is POTUS.
Cheetah's the daughter. Cobra's the son-in-law.
That's what I thought, but once I looked it up on the Internet--
Hey, look.
There's been so many threats against this president,
they often change the names.
But who's "Rat"?
I would love to tell you that it's Junior, but it's not.
R-A-T.
[Naomi] What's that?
R-A-T. It's an acronym for Remote Access Trojan.
A piece of spyware used by hackers.
So, once it's installed,
the hacker has full control over the computer, right?
You got it. Scary stuff.
Oh, shit.
Thanks, Wes.
Anytime.
Karina, I know it's crazy late, but I think I've broken the code.
I think Danielle was killed
because she discovered the Israelis are spying on the White House.
Be there in 20.
-Miss? Miss, your scarf. -That's not my scarf--
-[Naomi grunting] -[dramatic music playing]
[line beeping]
[Segev on recording] Please leave a message.
[line beeping]
[recording] Hi, it's Shira. Please leave a message.
[voicemail beeps]
[Tali] Hey, Shira, it's me. I'm on the way. See you in an hour.
["Long As I Can See The Light" playing over speakers]
♪ 'Cause I'm bound to drift awhile ♪
♪ Though I'm gone, gone ♪
♪ You don't have to worry, no ♪
[cell phone buzzes]
Hello.
[Tamir] You called me?
Who are you?
Segev, you know who I am.
I want the notebook.
-What notebook? -Tell me where you are.
-How do you know about the notebook? -I know all about the notebook.
From who?
There is someone here you might want to talk to.
[suspenseful music playing]
[yelps] Segev.
-Naomi. Hey. -[Naomi] I'm sorry.
-Talk. -You listen good.
She's innocent, let her go. It's all on me.
You hear me? I'll get you what you want.
I'll give you the notebook.
Okay.
This is what's gonna happen now. Get to Exit 135 on Westside Highway.
Be there at 11:00.
[techno music playing over speakers]
[narrator on TV] The 18-footer shows up. The cage may not be enough to stop it.
And pretty quickly it becomes clear that what they...
Goddamn it.
I need your help, man.
What the fuck do you want?
And could you please not bleed all over my floor, asshole?
They killed my wife.
And now they wanna kill me.
I need your help.
You fucked up or what, huh? You put me in prison.
Nine years, you goddamn fucker.
You want me to help you? Why not ask your friends at the CIA?
Fuck the CIA.
And fuck the Mossad. They tried to frame you.
I need weapons and I need people.
You know what? You deserve this.
You're a traitor, you'll never change.
Issac.
Sorry, Segev, but I don't volunteer for wars anymore.
The Mossad killed Ron.
What?
Ron...
How do you know it was them?
'Cause I killed his murderer.
You owe Ron your life, Isaac.
He saved you.
Carried you on his back for five kilometers in Lebanon.
Everyone thought you were dead.
But he didn't. Ron didn't give up.
Remember that?
It's just sad.
That American girl has really ruined your life.
I hope she was worth it.
[Danielle] Are you awake?
I love you.
Do you love me?
I need to know.
Please.
I love you.
I love you more than anything.
I just don't want you to leave.
Come with me.
You know that I can't.
I know.
[pensive music playing]
[Henry] Naomi?
Naomi?
[ominous music playing]
[keypad beeping]
[line rings]
[cell phone ringing]
[Luca] Hey, Henry.
Luca? Hey, do you know where Naomi is?
She's not home? She left the office a couple hours ago.
Know where she was going?
She just ran out for an hour. She never came back.
Is there a problem?
No, thank you.
[keypad beeping]
[cell phone buzzes]
Yeah. Newkirk.
My name's Henry Donenfeld. I'm married to Naomi Hicks.
Great. Why are you calling me?
Because Naomi's missing and your fucking card is on her desk.
Do you know Segev Azulai?
Hold on for a second.
Don't hang up.
Give me a sec. Where are you at? Let me know where I can meet you.
Here.
-Eat. -I'm not hungry.
Well, I am.
Have you ever met Danielle Wexler or Sophie Dreyer or whatever her name was?
Hmm?
She was beautiful.
I don't blame Azulai for falling for her bullshit.
So, what did he tell you about her? Hmm?
Did he tell you she was having an affair with another man?
A liaison to the Israeli National Security Adviser,
while they were still married.
Well, probably not.
That's not the kind of thing a man likes to share.
[chuckles]
So you're with the Mossad?
Pretty sure you're not supposed to be operating in this country.
Kidnapping American journalists.
Or spying on the president of the United States.
Is that what you think? Is that what your research tells you?
That must be some article you're writing.
It is.
And it doesn't make Israel look very good,
spying on your best friend.
Well, I wish it was that simple, my dear.
What do you think the CIA has been doing in Israel
for the last 73 years?
It's not neighborly to spy on your best friends, I agree.
But what if our illegal actions led to a discovery
of a devastating national security crisis?
Hmm?
A crisis in our friend's... government.
Then what does a friend do?
It has to do with the president.
Or his family.
So, what is it? What did you discover?
The president's son-in-law selling secrets to a foreign adversary.
Think you can stop New York Magazine from publishing this story?
Killing an American spy in Israel is nothing compared
to messing with an American journalist in her own country.
You sure don't want any of this?
Can't get this shit in Israel.
[cell phone ringing]
Hey.
We need a phone number.
I think it's time to call our friend.
Yes, his personal number.
[line beeping]
[Ella over phone] Hello?
[dramatic music playing]
Hello?
Is it you, Dad?
[engine starts]
-Azulai. -Huh?
Hey, hey. It stays with me.
Get in the car.
[Ella] Hello. Hello.
Tali!
Mom! Tali's here!
Hey, my love.
[groans]
Hey, little baby belly!
She kicks like a ninja today.
[Shira] Hi.
This means we can go home?
Let's talk.
Ella, go get Tali some food. You must be hungry.
Hey! Asa, come on!
[dog barking]
What's up?
I'm still not really sure. But this place isn't safe anymore.
I've been targeted by the Mossad or the Shabak.
[Shira] What do you mean?
They're listening to my calls. 'Cause of Segev.
This place just isn't safe for you.
Oh, no, no, no, Tali. Not again.
Now the Mossad's after you? You're just as crazy as Segev.
How long am I supposed to stay away from work?
We've been stuck here for over a week.
Ella's already bored. This mess has to end.
-Shira, we have to leave Israel. -Are you crazy?
What is this now? What, a James Bond series?
And shouldn't Segev be home soon? Why are we even hiding?
Who told you he's coming back?
I don't know. Haven't you guys talked?
No, I can't reach his number.
That's why I really think we should go, at least until he calls
or if we know everything's really safe.
Tali, listen, I truly appreciate what you're doing for us.
But I'm done with this bullshit and Segev.
Tali, we are through. I can't deal with this anymore.
Sorry, you have to.
We're not running anymore.
Okay.
Hope you have a spare room for me.
Really, Tali?
I promised him.
[Shira sighs]
[ominous music playing]
-You okay? -Yeah.
Where is the safe house?
Where is it?
[Segev] I got it. I got it.
-He's got a gun! -Let's go.
You go. I'll stay here and clean things up.
-You know what to do, right? -Mm-hm.
-[Segev] You know who to call? -Yes, I'll do it.
-I owe you, brother. -You sure as fuck do.
Be safe, asshole.
Thank you, man.
[engine starts]
Why are you wearing that?
I'm Jewish.
You?
Yes.
Never seen a Black Jew before?
No.
Not like you.
Well, now you have.
Surprise. We come in all different colors in this country.
Can you give me some space, please?
[suspenseful music playing]
[Ella] Hey, Asa. You're a good dog.
[Shira] Want some tea?
Check it out. Asa, you ready?
Sit. Spin. High five.
Good. Let go.
Give. Good!
-Here. -Can I try?
There you go.
[both laugh]
[Ella] Asa. Hey!
-Wow. -Let go.
Let go.
[Tali] I'll drink mine in the room. I'm exhausted.
[Ella] Hey! Hey.
[Tali] But we're not done discussing this.
You can keep talking if you want. I'm not going anywhere.
-Well, good night. -Good night.
-Do you want to see the sheep? -The sheep?
Sure, they're in the horse. We keep them away from the jackals.
Wait. There's jackals here?
Is there anything else I need to worry about?
Maybe a bat or two.
Good.
[Shira] You didn't have to scare her.
[ominous music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[dog barking]
[ominous music playing]
-Shit. -[dog whimpers]
Asa!
[whistling]
[whistles] Asa!
[whistling]
[man grunts]
[Tali whistling]
Asa!
[whistles]
[Naomi] Segev!
-Drop the gun, Segev. -No.
Drop it or I kill your fucking girlfriend.
Go ahead. I don't give a shit about her.
-Then why are you here? -For my wife, Danielle.
You killed her.
She was a liar and a traitor.
She stole state secrets.
She killed an innocent man. What'd you expect us to do?
Not kill her.
[elevator rattling]
She was a terrible spy, Segev. Sloppy.
If she had left the country immediately, we never would've found her.
Fuck you.
Killing Danielle may well have been a poor decision, but, uh, such is life.
[dramatic music playing]
[Segev] Wexler.
What the fuck, Wexler?
-Drop the gun, Segev. -What the fuck?
I don't understand.
You don't need to.
Drop the gun.
Put it on the floor.
Slide it over here.
Tamir.
Thanks for the call.
Sometimes damage control is diplomacy.
[Martin] Segev...
Sorry it worked out this way, Segev.
We're out of options.
Give me the notebook.
Fuck you.
We both have bosses who need this all to go away.
In that way,
we're very much alike.
See? We're still friends.
[screams]
I wouldn't say we're good friends.
-Let's go. -What the fuck?
-Wait. -What?
-Where are we going? -Out of here.
I can't go with you. I can't. We should split up.
You're right.
Thank you, Naomi. For everything.
Publish it.
Segev.
Why did she wait so long to leave?
She loved me.
[ominous music playing]
Shira?
[twig snaps]
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Ella!
[suspenseful music playing]
[cell phone ringing]
Hey, Tali, how are you?
[Tali] Segev...
What?
Shira's dead.
Someone broke into the cabin...
Tali, where's Ella?
Ella...
Tali, where's Ella?
She's...
Tali, where's Ella?
Segev...
Ella is missing.
What?
We can't find her anywhere. Someone killed Shira and took Ella.
["The Mysterious Vanishing of Electra" playing]
Fuck!
♪ My feet are not enough ♪
♪ You search through the forest And the bottomless sea ♪
♪ And you cry ♪
♪ Push the trees, push the sky ♪
♪ Push the air aside ♪
♪ You look at their faces And their meaningless loss ♪
♪ And you cry ♪
♪ You search through the forest And the bottomless sea ♪
♪ And you cry ♪
♪ Push the trees, push the sky ♪
♪ Push the air aside ♪
♪ You look at their faces And their meaningless loss ♪
♪ And you cry ♪
♪ Who is she, who is she ♪
♪ To say goodbye? ♪