01x03 - Into the Night

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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 r*fle?

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 p*ssy
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 expl*sive
device that'll blow up.

Okay.

Something improvised,

not to be traced
back to the police.

A big expl*si*n?
- 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 expl*si*n,
let's do it quietly.

You were a sn*per, 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 m*rder*r.
- 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 b*mb is built
like a hunting r*fle:

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 b*ll*ts,
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 r*fle
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 w*r.

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 sh**t 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 sh*t?

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 g*ns.

One for each team.

Are you nuts?!
- Alon, we need g*ns.

Who do you plan to sh**t?
- No one. It's for self-defense.

Are these from the station?

Alon... I took the g*ns.

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 g*ns!

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

You either sh**t
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 r*fle.
- 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
r*fle 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 g*ns...
- 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
a*s! How's it going?

His family is my family.

What can I get you?
- Nothing.

Where's the f*ck?
- 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 b*stards.

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 g*ns?

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 r*fle, not me.

I told him not to carry
that r*fle around!

Whoa, my dad's gonna k*ll 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.