All language subtitles for Hit.&.Run.S01E06.Hide.&.Seek.WEBRip.Netflix.en[cc]

[narrator] Previously on Hit & Run:

[Segev] Found a stack of passports
in her apartment.

She had to be working for the government.

-So CIA?
-[Tali in Hebrew] Cultural Affairs attaché

but that's bullshit. Do you think
the CIA killed one of their own?

-Stop, Assaf. Just stop. We saw you.
-What do you mean, you saw--? No, no.

[Ron] Did they call?

[In Hebrew] The police?

Some investigator came over.
I knocked him out.

-[Segev] You fucked in the head?
-[Ron] He'd have arrested me.

I need to find Wexler.
Who are you calling?

CIA. Maybe that'll draw Wexler
from the high grass.

-[in Hebrew] Ella. What?
-Grandpa Wexler's here.

Tali, listen, Wexler is in Israel.
I'm on the next flight.

[man on PA] The doors are closing.

[theme music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[woman on PA] Now arriving at
short-term parking and rental car garage.

Excuse me. That train goes where?

[woman] Back to JFK, where we just left.

[woman on PA] This train is headed

for the JFK International Airport,
Terminal 1.

[Segev] Motherfucker.

[man] Hey, that's my car! Hey!

[in Hebrew] Do you have room for all this
in the new apartment?

I don't need much.

If only that were true.

Give me your keys.

Seriously?

I remember when we bought this house.

[sighs]

-What? Which information?
-Assaf.

No, a friend, but she doesn't speak
Hebrew. It's all right, you can talk.

But why a catastrophe? What did you hear?

How did they get it?

[in English] Fuck.

[in Hebrew] Look, if they find out,
it's a major disaster.

Yeah, okay. Tell Eitan
I'll be there within 20 minutes.

I'll try to get there
as quickly as possible.

[in English] Everything okay?

Yeah, it's just work.

You're leaving?

Uh, yeah. I'll-- I'll call you later.

Uh, glad I rushed over and made Syd leave.

-I'll be back soon.
-Okay.

[door opens, then closes]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[ringing continues]

Hello?

[in Hebrew]
Tali, what's going on? How's Ella?

I'm at the house.

She's fine. Are you back yet?

I'm in New York.
That motherfucker Wexler is here.

-He tried to grab me at the airport.
-Okay.

I'm here with
Ella and Shira, Segev. We're okay.

-What about you, Segev?
-I'll call you later, okay? Bye.

[suspenseful music playing]

[in English]
Anyone come asking for me, Georgie?

Uh, just Lido.

What did Lido want?

What does Lido always want?

Anyone else?

Anyone poking around
my apartment building?

No. What am I, your fucking doorman now?

Hey, man, I need to know.
It's important to me.

No, just Lido.

You got wax in your ears.

-Hey, aren't you the oregano guy?
-Fuck off.

Whoa, chill out, man.

-He never got off the train?
-[man] Hold on, sir.

This just came through the wires.
Sending to you now.

Yes, that's Segev Azulai.

Surveillance footage shows him
boarding the return train to JFK.

Fuck.

We went through the TSA lists,
he never went through security.

He's still in the U.S.

-Find him.
-Yes, sir.

-Assaf, what the hell?
-Who did you tell?

-Uh, you can't just barge into--
-Who did you tell?

-Who'd I tell about what?
-About me and Dani here?

No one. Dani trusted me.

-Assaf, you are scaring me.
-You introduced us years ago. Why?

What are you talking about?

You were at Hashoftim,
you asked who she was, I introduced you.

-No one told you to set us up?
-What's wrong with you?

Are you drunk?

Who else was here other than me and Dani?

It's my apartment, asshole.
I have a life too.

No one gives a fuck
about you guys and your affair.

You don't know shit!

Get out of my apartment!

Assaf, stop!

Stop.

What the fuck are you doing?
Why are you acting so crazy?

Whatever happened between you and Dani,
it's got nothing to do with me. Fuck you!

Fuck you, this is my house!

Oh, my God.
Okay, right, you are really scaring me.

Honey, what is going on?

Assaf, honey, you are so, so drunk.
You need to go home.

They found out.
You were the only one that knew.

You're crazy.

Right, I'm calling the police.

Fuck!

Are you fuck--?

Fuck.

Fuck.

What is it?

A fucking camera.

What?

Wait, how did that get there?

What--? What's going on?

[suspenseful music playing]

[in Hebrew] Hey, Shapira.
Somebody sent this over last night.

It's for you.

[dramatic music playing]

[line ringing]

Hey, boychik. Boychik!

What's up?

Dad, where'd you go the other day?

-That's your dad?
-Yeah.

What is he, homeless?

Hey, I'll show you what homeless is.
What you got there?

-You should wait for the light, Dad.
-I should, shouldn't I?

-Let's walk together to school.
-I'm supposed to ride the bus.

Okay. I'll ride along, that's fine.

-[man] Hey, you can't get on the bus.
-[Ron] I'll get right off. I'm his dad.

So how do kids supposed
to get lunch to school?

No eating.

So the sign should say "no eating."

-I have to tell you something, boychik.
-What?

I gotta go back home to Israel.

Why?

Well, because the sun always shines there,
and women, they shoot straight, huh?

Israel's far.

Not as far as you think.

Dad, how will I get to see you?

We won't be seeing each other
for a little while.

But what about the guitar lessons?
Did I do something bad?

What? No.

No, Miles, no. It's...

just for a little while.

I'll leave you to your friends, huh?

Love you, Milush!

Love you, Milush.

[Henry] Um...

When did you learn how to cook?

Ha, ha.

Too bad there's no bacon.

[clearing throat]

I smelled it. I thought
it must have been the neighbors.

Nay...

I appreciate this delicious apology,
but we need to talk.

This is a big story, Henry.

Might be my most important piece ever.

What is the fucking story?
What's with all the secrecy?

Turns out...

Segev's wife was a CIA officer
who was murdered in Tel Aviv.

Holy shit.

What was she doing married to him?
Wasn't he just some tour guide?

Yes.

There's so much we don't know yet,
but that's why I'm so excited about it.

Naomi...

a journalist's job is to observe stories,
not be part of them.

I'm not part of this story, Henry.

You think I don't know what my job is?

Well...

how does this Ron guy figure
into the story?

The guy tried to light up a spliff
in the living room before you got here.

Ron? Ron is his own thing.

He, um--

He has PTSD.
He and Segev were in the IDF together.

If this involves the CIA,
you gotta be careful.

They won't be happy about you
poking around in affairs of state.

I know.

That's what I'm counting on.

[ominous music playing]

[engine starting]

[car alarm chirps]

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Namaste.

Thank you.

-Namaste.
-Yes.

-Have you done hot yoga before?
-Many times.

-[woman] We have some--
-I see that my friend's here.

Oh, you know Xael?

Xael? Of course. Just a second.

Xael! Xael Wakefield.

Yes?

You don't remember me?

I worked with your husband at the agency.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-Where?
-Pakistan.

Before he went to Tel Aviv.

We were together in Islamabad.

-What's your name?
-Segev. Segev Azulai.

-I will tell Reese we saw each other.
-You know what?

I was so fat then, since I saw Reese.

I lost like 100 pounds.

Hot yoga, it works.

Really? That's great.

-You have your phone here?
-I do.

Let's take a selfie, send it to Reese.

He'll think we're running away together
now that I became so handsome.

Okay.

-Cute.
-Send it. Send it now.

Let's see what he says.

Yeah.

-See you inside. I'll save a spot.
-Yeah. Sure.

Namaste.

[in Hebrew] Fuck you.

[phone beeps]

[ominous music playing]

[in Hebrew] Good morning, David.

Coffee?

No, thanks. I've already had mine.

How are you? The family?

Everyone's fine.
But that's not why you're here.

I'm in a bit of a mess.

Yes, we all heard.

-What exactly did you hear?
-I'm not involved in these things anymore.

But even if I was,
I couldn't talk to you. You know that.

Yeah, yeah. I-- I just--

I just need them to understand.

I know now
that all this has to do with Eitan

and Dani, the woman that...

I was involved with
and what she got out of him.

But I had no part in it.

Really. I had no part of it,
and I can help.

I really can help. I just need--

Assaf, stop, please. I--

What? David, talk to me.

I shouldn't say anything
but listen closely.

They're going to make you the fall guy.

They're going to accuse you of espionage.

David, you know I'd never--

We've been friends for many years.

Take my advice: forget about your job
and get yourself a very good attorney.

[dramatic music playing]

-[in English] Get back to me in an hour.
-All right.

Hey.

-I studied judo, you know.
-Try me.

I will, next time. Not kidding.

What's going on?

Wexler called Ella,
told her he's in Israel.

Tried to lure me to the airport.

-Shit, what does this guy want?
-I don't know.

-Did he contact you?
-No.

The CIA and the police are after me.

When Wexler calls,
tell him I want to meet him.

I'm not your fucking secretary.
Take your own calls.

His real name is Reese Wakefield.

-Is that classified information?
-Yeah. And they can use it.

-Where do you want the meeting?
-39th Street. The Thai place.

-Thai Rama? It's only takeout.
-Yeah.

-Behind the restaurant.
-In the alley?

Yeah.

Segev, people don't do meetings
in alleyways.

-Did you have something else in mind?
-No, no, no.

I just wanna control the meeting
in a place he can't ambush me, that's it.

That's it. Trust me.

Okay? Trust me.

[line ringing]

-[Xael] Hi.
-Where the hell have you been?

Yoga. You get the photo?

I did. Where was he?
Where did he find you?

He was at my yoga studio,
but he skipped the class. Why?

What did he say to you?

Islamabad. Tel Aviv. Felt legit.

-Where are you now?
-Home.

Reese, what's going on?

Call security,
tell them not to let anyone in.

No deliveries, no one. Okay?

What?

WD, man. That stuff works.

-Super's usually got a can.
-Thanks.

Thank you.

Ron, what's wrong with you?

Relax, bro. It's me.

What's with you?

-Son of a bitch.
-For fuck's sake.

Calm down. Fuck.

[Ron] What's up with you?

Why aren't you in Israel?

Wexler played me. He is in New York.

Ella's okay.

Wow. Wow.

-What's going on with you, man?
-I had nowhere to go.

I picked the lock and came in.

-Here, drink.
-Sorry, bro. Sorry, bro, I--

I didn't have anywhere to go. I--

I messed with the lock a little.

You messed with the lock?
You destroyed the lock.

Fine, bro.
Put some oil on it. What are you?

What oil? You didn't have WD-40?

Why would I have WD-40?
What, have you lost it?

There's olive oil in the kitchen,
stick it in the lock.

Who puts olive oil on a lock? Use WD-40.

Okay. I'll go buy some at Walmart.

You have no idea.

Listen, bro. I'm not going
to stay here much longer.

I'm going to talk to Wexler
and finish this thing.

That guy tried to take you out.

Listen,

go home.

Go to Israel, bro.
This thing is my mess. I created it.

You really think I'm going
anywhere without you?

Go home.

Before it's too late.

I'm not going alone.

You're fucked up.

You're fucked up.

[phone ringing]

Hicks.

[Martin] It's Martin Wexler.

I assume you can connect me
to Segev Azulai?

Yes. He wants a meeting.

As do I.

-Have him come down to our office on 6th.
-No, not good.

This is Segev's meeting.
He chose a location.

That won't work for us.

His location or he won't be there.

Wexler?

Fine. Where?

Tomorrow at 6 p.m.

I'll call you tomorrow at 3:00
with the final location.

Leave that alone, please.

Sure.

Sorry.

-What do you wanna do?
-[Martin] I don't know yet.

But we'll be prepared this time.

That's a stupid move.

You don't play anymore?

Kids moved away.

Chess set probably went for 25 cents
in one of many garage sales.

I'll buy you one you won't sell. Classic.

Good, heavy pieces.

You can keep it in your office
and then I'll kick your ass.

Are we meeting so you could say yes?

-I have questions.
-Hopefully, I have answers.

First question, why me?

I've known you forever.

You have this rare, odd mix
that's good for the job.

You're empathetic and you're ruthless.

If I'm in, I want to go overseas.

Means giving up your life, your family.

Everything.

That is a cool chess set.

You can start playing again.

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

Hey.

[in Hebrew] Yeah, I'm just heading home.

No. Just dead tired
and my back hurts a bit.

Which chicken?
The one you make with cinnamon?

Yes.

Sounds good.

Bye.

[phone beeps]

Good night.

Tali, in here, please.

Sit.

-Dror, if this has to do with--
-I'm not interested.

You accessed my computer behind my back?

What's gotten into you?

-Have you lost your mind?
-I promise you, if I had--

If I believed what comes out
of your mouth, I'd be listening.

I don't know what frustrates me more,
the lies or your categorical stupidity.

I have no choice, Tali.
I'm suspending you.

Do you have anything to say?

Sign here.

This is 39th, this is the restaurant.

We come in from here, you drop me off.

I go down here, to the meeting place.

You continue there
and keep watch on me from here, okay?

-Tapito style.
-Tapito style, only without Isaac.

[knocking on door]

[gun cocks]

[gun cocks]

-[Naomi] Segev?
-Naomi, Naomi, Naomi.

[in English] Yes, yes. Just a second.

Meeting's at 6 p.m., Brooklyn Museum.

What? No, no, no. I said 39th Street.
I wanna control the meeting.

No. I won't listen to this insanity.

You're asking me to entrap
and endanger a public servant.

I'm a fucking U.S. citizen.
That's treason.

-But, listen, I wanna--
-I'm a journalist.

I said I would help you find
the truth, not revenge.

Okay, okay.

Brooklyn Museum, six o'clock. Okay.

Come if you want,
but there's metal detectors all over.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Fuck.

[line ringing]

[in Hebrew] Maybe Shira was right.
Maybe I do just follow him blindly.

-Enough. Let it go already. Sit.
-[Segev] Tali?

Where have you been?
You need to answer when I call.

I've been working my ass off for you,
at least pick up when I call.

Why are you mad? What happened?

-I'm not mad, Segev. You're killing me.
-I'm here, Tali.

You're not here. You're there.

You ran off on some crazy manhunt
and left all your shit to me.

I thought you'd been arrested or...

-I received a police report today.
-What police report?

From the NYPD.

-Segev?
-What does it say?

That they found the drivers
who murdered Dani

dumped in some gas station in Queens
after someone put a bullet in their heads.

[gun cocks]

Don't lie to me.

What did you do?

What about Ella? Have you seen her?

Tell me, are you even hearing me?

Segev, they suspended me today.
I can't help--

[grunts]

What happened, Tali?

What happened?

-Tali?
-Tali?

-What happened?
-[Omer] What's going on, Tali?

What happened?

-What, is it the baby?
-I can't breathe.

Tali? Tali, what's going on?

Leave her alone, you piece of shit!

Who is this?

I'm taking her to the hospital.
Come on, Tali.

-What happened to her? Please...
-We have to leave right now.

Let's go, come on.
Keep your phone on. I'll call you.

Tali, come. Hospital now.
Come on. Let's go.

-Stay available.
-All right.

-They took her to the hospital.
-It'll be okay. Let's go. We're late.

-I'm worried about Tali.
-There is nothing you can do.

Come on.

Are you ready? No shooting.

Us? Since when do we shoot?

Naomi Hicks, New York Magazine.

Where's Segev?

He's on his way.

He go by Wexler too?

The story you're working on
with Segev Azulai?

It concerns national security.

-Are you telling me I can't publish it?
-If I have to.

Is that Martin Wexler telling me
or Reese Wakefield?

So you know my real name.

-I'm not impressed.
-The story is gonna come out.

And right now it looks like
the CIA killed one of its own officers.

If you print that,
you'll be publishing fiction.

Then tell me what is going on here.

Where's Segev?

[car horns honking]

[Segev] Fucking traffic.

[in Hebrew] What about the metal detector?

An art museum?

Fucking rent-a-cops.

When rent-a-cops call the real cops?

The cops sit in traffic like us.

Do you know this museum?

Do I look like someone
who goes to museums?

And you call yourself a Jew.

That traffic really fucked us.

This ain't Tel Aviv.

Anyway, Wexler won't get bored and leave.

[in English] You're his big prize, baby.

[dramatic music playing]

Shit!

[shouting]

Buckle up. Buckle up.

Fucking Wexler.

They got me.

[grunting]

Segev.

Segev.

[in Hebrew] My brother, I've been hit.

What's up, brother?
I'll get you to the hospital.

No hospital.

You need a doctor.

-A hospital in Israel.
-Sure, sure. Israel.

Don't worry.
Everything is going to be okay.

No hospitals. They'll call the cops.

You need a doctor.

They'll send me back to prison.

Help me, press here.

Israel, Ron. I'll get you to Israel.

Keep pressing.

Shema... Yisrael... Adonai...

No, you're not saying that.
Shut your mouth.

Shut your mouth, you hear?
Hold this tight.

[sobbing]
Hold it tight, bro. Hold it tight.

Lean your head back, bro. What's with you?

I'm taking you to Israel.
Don't worry. Hold tight.

I've been here long enough.

You don't know shit about this story.

But it's dangerous
to traffic in state secrets.

I would have assumed you'd know that.

Wait. I just have one question.

Did the CIA kill Sophie Dreyer?

Who's Sophie Dreyer?

[sobbing]

[in Hebrew] May the great name of God
be exalted and sanctified...

throughout the world,
which he has created...

according to his will.

He who makes peace in his heavens,

may he bring peace upon us
and upon all Israel.

Amen.

[ominous music playing]

[in English] Who the fuck are you?

[screaming]

Who sent you?

Talk.

You kill my friend, you use my family...

You use my daughter, you motherfucker?

You use my daughter?

[in Hebrew]
Your wife was a fucking traitor.

[in Hebrew] What did you say? Who are you?

Who are you?

[phone ringing]

[ominous music playing]

[in Hebrew] Talk. Is it finished?

You son of a bitch.

You messed with the wrong guy.

[theme music playing]