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While this series was inspired
by actual events,

the characters
and some of the events are fictional

and any resemblance between them
and reality is a coincidence.

Previously -

Go, go!

What happened was your fault.
Defy me one more time,

and I'll kick your butt all the way
back to Tel Aviv.

Meet Miki Shenhav, just joined us.
She's from Tel Aviv.

You handle organized crime cases?
- No, white-collar.

Can't you leave it at home?
- The army rifle?

Police!
- Hands up!

Did you think you'd fire a grenade
into a police station, wound a cop,

and get away with it?
You'll be doing time for this, pal.

Interrogating him
won't get you anywhere!

We've gotta do
some real damage!

I guess what we did
wasn't enough for the cops.

But it's okay,
we'll teach them the hard way.

Have you no shame, Maor?!

Putting a grenade
in a stairwell at 20:00 PM?!

You lowlife!
- Go home.

Look around and underneath the car
for anything suspicious.

Did you know what you were
getting us into? -What else can I do?

Run away?
- What then?

National Police will handle
the Maor Ezra case.

Save it, Shenhav, it's a done deal.
- Then why am I here?

Giving it to the National Police
means "case closed".

Why release them so fast?!

I didn't receive any evidence
that justifies a remand.

You want to help me? Let's find out
what Maor Ezra does with his money.

I'm leaving the station, Sharabi.
- When? -ASAP.

Well?

Let's talk.

Things change quickly.

One day you're at the bottom,
the next day you're at the top.

That's God's way of doing things.

Just last week,
those buffoons raided the joint,

and took Nissan.
Arrested him, threatened him.

Thought he's a pussy
just like them.

But we set them straight.

If they had any doubt
who Maor Ezra is,

now they know.

I'm not after hurting anyone,
but whoever goes against me

or dares to endanger me
or my troops,

is endangering himself.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

LINE IN THE SAND

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

The kid's here to help.
- No, this isn't for you, Yoav.

Hold on. -Give him a chance,
we need manpower,

people we can trust 100%.
Who's better than family?

Let's hear him out first.
- Yeah,

let's see if he even knows
how to prepare those things.

Sure he does, he's the expert.

He's the local firework maker.

Here he comes.

What's up, Berger?

The cake's coming up.

Reuven says you're
the station's number 1 volunteer.

I used to be.

He once joined us
on a week-long stakeout.

Instead of crooks,
we caught wild boars.

How can I help you guys?

We need to build
an explosive device that'll blow up.

Okay.

Something improvised,

not to be traced back to the police.

A big explosion?
- Enough to lift an SUV.

A manned SUV?

No. Empty.

Alright.

I'll see what I can do,
but first, cake.

Too bad you said no.
- Reuven...

It's too risky,
he might not be alone in the SUV.

Then forget an explosion,
let's do it quietly.

You were a sniper, right?
- Yes, but...

Reuven, knock it off.
- Why chicken out?

Would you rule it out
if I'd been shot?

Or if Ami's kid
got hit with shrapnel?

Maor is a murderer.
- But we're not.

Our goal is to scare him.
To let him feel he's got an enemy.

Then he'll start slipping up,
and that's all we need to nail him.

Here you go.

Is this what I think it is?
- Best you don't think.

Should I be worried?
- We're careful, trust me.

I'll explain how it's done,
but I can't assemble it.

Didn't think so.

We have a shot on Tuesday.
- This Tuesday? -Yes.

He'll be at a friend's party
and leave his kid at her grandma's.

Are we putting one
at his home too? -No way.

One in the SUV, one in the apartment
he keeps for doing business.

So what's his kid
gotta do with it?

His SUV is parked
under his home.

It's best if the kid isn't there
when her dad goes ballistic. -Yep.

Okay.
You'll need something like this.

What do you mean?

A pipe bomb
is built like a hunting rifle:

Gunpowder on one end,
pellets on the other.

An electric current to the spark plug
ignites the gunpowder and...

Okay.

I'll give you the bullets,
which you'll have to take apart

and split into pellets
and gunpowder,

split the tube
and fill the chambers.

Take a look.

It's simple.

This is how you split the tube.

Gunpowder goes here,
pellets go there.

Spark plug...

Are those waitresses
or strippers?

You good, Ziskind?

Absolutely.

Bauman said you wanted to talk to me.
Is it about the coffee shop?

It's his uncle's.
- I see.

Look, I tried,
but I'm no magician.

I don't have a say on everything.

They wanna put him on trial.

Some things are up to Amsalem,
the municipality director.

I thought Amsalem
is on the ball.

I could convince him to allow
putting tables on the sidewalk,

but after what Bauman's uncle did
to the municipal van,

he won't let it slide.

What's your position?

You're his stand-in, right?

Yes, I stand in for
the municipality director, but...

How old is Amsalem?
He's done his share.

Is this the new normal?

I got home late,
didn't want to wake you up.

This stinks.
- I was around smokers.

Well, I smoked too.
We all did.

Were you in a stakeout?
- Nah, we hung out at Reuven's.

Aren't we supposed
to wake Tom up?

She's not here,
she slept over at Stav's.

Again?

Are you going to the army?

Got a medical committee hearing.

Cool.

As cool as it gets.

Wanna meet at the train station
after school?

Where's that?

The train station?! -Come on,
everything here is foreign to me.

I'm not.

And this grocery store
sells sandwiches.

I'll just get one at school.

I gotta call Stav...
- Hold on, Tom...

What's up?
- How's it going, Amit?

Back on your feet?
- Not yet.

That's a nice rifle
you've got there.

Pity to waste it on a soldier
on sick leave, huh?

I gotta go, we'll talk.

Friends of yours? -As if,
but I had to say hi, it's the rules.

That's it? -Yep.
- Okay.

"The Heart of Nahariya project
coming soon"

This is the living room, the couch
and armchairs would be there...

This would be Ballooni's room,
with a bed, a small desk,

and a toy chest...

And that's the view.

We can talk to my parents
this Friday.

They want us close
so they can help out.

What is it?

I don't know.

I think maybe...

we shouldn't live in Nahariya.

Where then?

Kobi, look at me.

I knows these are crazy times,

but we'll manage,
we always do.

This is home,
our entire lives are here.

Poleg sends detectives out
for this crap?

This is just the start.

He'll make sure
to keep us busy.

Let's make it snappy.

Did you hand out the shopping list?
- I gave it to Edri.

We don't have much time.

We'll meet this afternoon.

First let's show Poleg
we're hard at work.

"Nahariya Municipality"

"We love Nahariya!
Vote for Nissim Binyamini!"

Nissim Binyamini...
How long has he been in office?

He was first elected
back when I was in high school.

Amsalem? -Yes.
- I'm officer Alon Shenhav.

Yes, of course, excellent.

After you.

One person did this?
- Yes, the owner of the coffee shop.

And what did you do?
- Fled.

What were you doing there?
- A routine checkup.

We're usually flexible
about these matters,

I'm personally against
pressing charges,

but they've crossed the line.

What did he use?
- A steel chair.

He chased me
all the way to the van.

Just bear in mind that this guy is... problematic.

Everything alright here, folks?

It's about the van.
- Yes, of course.

How's your wounded friend?
- Recovering at home.

He'll be fine, thanks.

As long as peace
has been restored.

Several police officers are still
being intimidated. -It'll pass.

Criminals are a part of life,
we must learn to live with that.

What's your name, son?
- Alon Shenhav.

Are you originally from here?
- Yep, Katzenelson st.

Shenhav family from Katzenelson?
- Originally Sharabi.

That's right,
you're Shula Sharabi's son.

So why'd you say "Shenhav"?
Say "Sharabi".

Nissim, we should get going.
- Oh...

Send you mom my warm regards,
will you?

Good job, folks.
Let's go.

First the coffee shop
or hand Poleg the paper work?

Let's go shopping.

"Found in a stolen vehicle..."
- See this engraving?

Looks like the one on the knife
we confiscated at the casino.

Let me go check. -I'll do it.
- It'll just take a sec.

Here you go, Mr. Detective...

Plastic will last longer.
- I'll stick with the iron one.

It's not the right diameter, either.

Enough, Shalom,
I've measured it, thanks.

Kobi?

Hey, Michal.

Is Dasi here? We spoke this morning,
she didn't say she's coming here.

Nope, it's just me,
preparing for the house...

So what are you getting?

Guess I was wrong.

What's going on?
- What's up?

Are those the evidence room keys?
- He asked for them.

Kobi?

What do you think?

Wow.

I was sure Michal
would ruin the surprise.

Now I get why she saw you
at the hardware store. -Yep.

Wow, what a gorgeous color.

What a beauty...

Excited, huh?

Too bad we can't be there
when the SUV explodes.

Wish I could see the look on his face
when the plates fly off

and the leather seats catch fire.
- He'll go ballistic.

Had we done this a few years back,
he'd never rise to such power.

Question is, how ballistic.

If he feels threatened enough,
he could easily start a war.

Good, he'll rub out other scumbags.

He could harm civilians, Reuven.
- Unlike now?

We need to be there
before it happens.

Even if not,
that's the price for taking him down.

When he had his men shoot me,
he didn't care who gets hurt.

Comparing us to him?

We're still the good guys.

What if we get caught?
How will Hadas manage, Alon?

What'll be with my baby?
His dad will be in jail. A felon.

A hero. You'd rather have
your son be born into this shit?

Be scared that your car
will blow up with a baby inside?

Edri, we'll be cautious.

As cautious as possible.

That's not always enough.

On the topic of caution,
we must prepare for any outcome.

We obviously
can't use our own guns.

One for each team.

Are you nuts?!
- Alon, we need guns.

Who do you plan to shoot?
- No one. It's for self-defense.

Are these from the station?

Alon... I took the guns.

I was just trying to help.

What'll happen if they find out?!
- Alon, listen... -This isn't a game!

Do you guys understand
what we're getting into?!

Alon, we need guns!

If Maor Ezra or his troops catch you,
you've got two options:

You either shoot
or get compromised!

I have no hesitation.

What are you doing?

Alon, wait...
- Back off!

Listen to me: If everyone does
what he wants, it'll all go south!

We must stick to the plan!

Do not do things
behind my back!

"Nahariya Municipality"

What gives?!

I'm sorry, I didn't see you...
- Roll down your window!

Mr. Amsalem...

Sorry, my bad.

It's alright, no harm done.
- We good? -Yep.

Say, how long have you been
municipality director?

Pardon me?
- Shouldn't you retire?

Looks like hard work,

driving from meeting
to meeting...

You almost had an accident.

Just imagine
if someone hurt you.

Would that be a pity?

Take care, okay?

What did they say? -Nothing,
I'm home until the next X-ray.

Amit, let's go.
- What is it?

I've got this.

What's up?
- Clear the bench.

Amit, let's go.
- It's okay.

Use another bench.
- I said, get up.

Amit, please, let's go.
- Alright. We'll leave.

We're leaving.

Leave your rifle.
- Forget it. -Let go!

Don't lose face
in front of your girlfriend.

Amit...

For starters, they'll say Maor Ezra
has no suspicious property.

Aside for the apartment
and cars he inherited,

he hasn't got much.
- Not officially.

So you claim that he's unofficially
got many apartments

and a lucrative organization.
- Correct.

Non of which can be proven.
- We'll need the police for that.

We need to establish
what he does with the money.

Correct,
that's his family's pattern.

In the past five years,
at least eight of his relatives

have cut very profitable
real-estate deals.

Buying cheap apartments
and selling them for a profit.

His cousin, Ortal Yossef,
made two such deals,

one of them just recently.

It's a pretty weak lead.
- Why? It's classic money laundering:

He buys cheap,
makes up the difference with cash,

resells a few years later
at the market value, and rakes it in.

But we still can't pin it to him.

His cousin might be
a real-estate tycoon

for all we know. Who's to say
she can't cut good deals herself?

"Moreshet Avot
religious high school"

Ortal Yossef? -Yes?
- This won't take long,

I just need to as a few questions.
- Is something wrong?

Of course not.

Who are you? -A lawyer
who works with the municipality,

just a small inquiry.
- What is it?

You've recently sold an apartment
on Silver st., correct? -Yes.

And one on Herzl st.
three years ago.

It says you've made
a very nice profit on them.

I wasn't really involved in that.

Who then? Your husband?
- No, he...

What's you name?
- Rinat.

Rinat, I'm really sorry,
I can't help you.

Ortal, have you ever been
inside those apartments?

Goodbye.

The MP is accusing him?
But his rifle was stolen, wasn't it?

Basically.

Let's get outta here.
Tell him to meet us later.

I just want to make sure he's okay.

Be right back.

They don't believe me, they're
making me take a lie detector test.

What did you tell them?
- That I didn't see who stole it.

I'll go to jail for this.

Amit, just tell them the truth.
- Are you nuts? They'll slaughter me.

Then let's talk to my dad,
he'll arrest them.

No, Tom, the police doesn't
call the shots with these folks.

Talk to those guys, tell them
the MP doesn't believe you

and that they
could get in trouble too.

I dunno...

Don't come here anymore,
I'll call you later.

What? Amit!

You should've seen her.

There's no way
she was involved in those deals.

Barely knew what I was talking about,
and certainly didn't get paid.

And he's got...

seven other relatives
with the same pattern.

Miki, why did you get into this?
- Why not?

If we can't prove
that he threw the grenades,

let's catch him on money laundering.

He's more clever and careful
than you think.

No way he handled
those deals himself. -Fine,

then we'll slowly
crack the pattern. -How?

You can't keep visiting
his relatives.

Miki, next one won't be
a harmless school secretary.

Please, it's too risky.

Alon, getting into our cars
is too risky,

so is being home.

You expect me to sit and wait
for the grenade to come?

Alon, this situation
affects all of us, not just you.

Here comes Tom.

We'll talk later. Bye.

Nice house. Now I get
why you've practically moved in.

It's all set. We just have
one final briefing to do.

Is there a problem?
- What if we're rushing it?

You wanted the coast clear
from his kid.

If this is about the guns...
- That's not it.

Maybe we should think this over.

Everything okay?
- Is he here? -Nope.

The guy at the coffee shop said
they've dropped the charges. -What?

But he wrecked their van.

He said he settled things
with the municipality.

Is Amsalem in?

Nope, I'm currently
filling in for him.

Folks, I'm busy.

The coffee shop owner
who assaulted the inspector...

Did you tell him
you've dropped the charges?

Yes, sorry,
we've reached an understanding,

just didn't get around
to informing police.

We'll send a memo.

An understanding?
He smashed a van.

It's fine, we've got this.

Why isn't Amsalem here?

I'll call you back, okay?

Why are you hung up
on that coffee shop?

I want a word with Amsalem.

Do what you want,
but I suggest you drop it.

That coffee shop matters a lot to...
certain locals.

You shouldn't go against them.

Haven't you learned that lesson?
- Say what?!

Have a nice day.

Call the team.
Set up a meeting.

He's turned head-down nicely.
See his head?

He's preparing for birth.
- Already? -Soon.

Do you feel ready?
- I do.

The nursery isn't.

It'll be ready in time.

You've still got some time
to prepare.

You can get dressed.

"Reuven Peretz"

Maor, you kicked ass!
How's it going?

His family is my family.

What can I get you?
- Nothing.

Where's the fucker?
- He'll show up.

See how happy my uncle was?

Ziskind works fast, huh?

Soon we'll really start
moving things around.

He's lucky. He should be
kissing your feet for that job.

My late dad wanted
to work for the municipality.

Said that factories shut down,
but never the municipality.

But couldn't get in?
- Of course not. Those bastards.

He tried,
but it was all connections in there,

only employees' friends got in.

He had no connections.
- Screw them.

Now his son runs the place.

The town.

Are cops always late?
- I'm here, aren't I?

Got everything?
- As promised.

Nice.

Maor, is anyone else
selling you guns?

What do you mean?
- A cop.

What's with the questions?

No reason, just wondered.

Did he say he'd help you?
- No, he's after the rifle, not me.

I told him
not to carry that rifle around!

Whoa,
my dad's gonna kill me...

Amit?

Hello?
- Come downstairs, now.

Tomorrow you're back at the base.

But the MP said...
- Forget the MP.

You'll go back, be court-martialed,
and get a slap on the wrist.

What? How?

Your master sergeant
is from the 'hood,

we explained the issue.
- Oh...

Thank you so much.
- Now, take a look...

You need to keep this
at your place for a while.

For how long?
- As long as we need.

You'll be given further instructions.

Got it?

Your mom better not find it
by mistake.

Go.

English: Hagit Harel

Subtitles: Trans Titles Ltd.