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Previously on
Hit & Run:

If you want him to make it to trial,
get him into protective custody.

- How do you plead?
- Not guilty.

Bail denied.

- What do you want from me?
- Danielle's notebook.

She meant for me to have it.

Eitan, I'll be there within 20 minutes.

I'm Eitan's girlfriend.

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?

Gordon, take the East 49th exit.

You got it.

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?

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.

- Can you wash your fucking hands?
- I don't believe in that shit.

Yeah?

What do you mean, she's hasn't left
her office yet? Goddamn it.

What the fuck?

Hi. I have a delivery for Naomi Hicks.

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.

I don't know. Do you want me
to get you something else?

No.

- 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.

All right.

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?

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.

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.

- Yes. You've reached Security.
- Hello.

- This is Segev Azulai.
- I hear you.

- I have a message for the Head of Station.
- Okay, talk.

I believe I have something he wants,

and I'd like to discuss finding
a solution that's mutually beneficial.

- Mm-hm.
- My number is 917-555-0192.

"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.

- Going out. I'll be back in an hour.
- Cool.

Okay. Yep. I got it.

Thanks, Jim. Right. Bye.

That was a buddy
from my Secret Service days.

They are coded call signs.

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.

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...

Please leave a message.

This is Shira.
Please leave a message.

Shira. Yeah, it's me.
I'm on my way. I'll be there in an hour.

♪ 'Cause I'm bound to drift a while ♪

♪ Though I'm gone, gone ♪

♪ You don't have to worry, no... ♪

Hello.

You called me?

Who are you?

Segev, you know who it is.

I want the notebook.

- What notebook?
- Tell me where you are.

- How do you know about the notebook?
- Segev, I know all about it.

From who?

I think there's someone here
you might like to speak to, Segev.

Segev.

- Naomi. Hey.
- I'm sorry.

- Talk.
- Listen to me, okay?

She has no part in this. Just let her go.
I'll give you whatever you want.

I'll give you the notebook.

Okay.

Pay attention.
This is what's gonna happen.

Get to Exit 135 on the Westside Highway.

Be there at 11:00.

The 18-footer shows up.
The cage may not be enough to stop it.

And pretty quickly
it becomes clear that what they...

Holy fuck.

I need your help.

What the fuck do you want?

And could you please not bleed
all over my floor, asshole?

They killed my wife.

Now they wanna kill me.

I need your help.

You fucked up or what, huh?
You put me in prison.

Nine years, ya ben zona.

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.

Once a traitor, always a traitor.

Itzhak.

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 the man who murdered him.

You owe Ron your life, Isaac.

He saved you.

He carried you on his back
for five kilometers in Lebanon.

Everyone thought you were a dead man.

He didn't give up on you.

Do you remember that?

It's sad, bro.

That American girl
has really ruined your life.

I hope she was worth it.

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.

Naomi?

Naomi?

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.

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.

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.

Hey.

I need a phone number.

I think it's time to call our friend.

Yes, yes. His cell number.

Hello?

Hello?

Is that you, Dad?

Azulai.

Ah.

Hey, hey.

This stays with me.

Get in the car.

Hey.

Tali!

Mom! Tali's here!

Hi, sweetie.

Hi, baby!

She's kicking me like a ninja today.

Hi.

Hi.

I hope this means we get to go home.

Let's talk.

Ella, go make Tali some yogurt and fruit.
I bet she's starving.

Asa!

So what's going on?

I'm not completely sure.
I'm afraid you're not safe here.

I've been targeted
by the Mossad or the Shabak.

What are you talking about?

Listening to my phone calls.
Because of Segev.

I don't think you're safe here.

Come on, Tali. Not this again.

Now it's the Mossad watching you?
You're as crazy as he is.

How much time
am I supposed to take off work?

I've been in this
God forsaken place for a week.

Ella's bored out of her mind.
We have to go home.

- We really need to leave the country.
- Leave the country?

What is this, a James Bond movie?

Segev's coming home.
Why are we still running?

Who says he's coming home?

I don't know.
Have you even talked to him lately?

No, I have not.

But I think we should leave the country,

just until he's back
and we know it's safe.

Tali, I appreciate all you have done.

I'm sick of all of Segev's bullshit.

This is why we got divorced.
I'm tired of fighting some imaginary war.

It's not imaginary.

We're not going anywhere.

Fine.

Got a spare bedroom?

Come on, Tali.

I promised him.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Where is the safe house?

Where is it?

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.

- 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.

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?

Asa. Asa.

You want some tea?

Watch this. Up, Asa!

Spin. High five. Good!

Asa, give it.

Good job!

Let me try.

Here.

Asa, hey.

Wow. Hey.

Asa...

I'll take this to my cabin. I'm exhausted.

But we still need to talk about this.

You can talk as much as you want.
I'm not changing my mind.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Tomorrow we can feed the sheep.
- Sheep? Where?

In the barn. They put them in
the barn at night because of the jackals.

Jackals? There's wildlife up here?

- What else do I have to worry about?
- Maybe a bat or two.

Great.

Asa!

Asa!

Asa!

Segev!

- Toss your 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.

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 such is life.

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.

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.

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.

Shira?

No, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.

Ella?

Tali, what's going on?
Where are you?

Segev...

What?

Shira is dead.

Someone broke into her cabin...

Where's Ella?

Ella...

Tali, where is Ella?

She's...

Tali, where's Ella?

Segev...

Ella is gone.

What?

We can't find her.
Someone killed Shira and took Ella.

Fuck!

♪ My feet are not enough ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Who is she, who is she ♪

♪ To say goodbye? ♪