01x03 - Episode 3

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The door to the world's
most important church is locked.

We must get that key back today!

It's a serious blow
to the Christian status quo.

This is a list of the Armenian priests
involved in this heist.

The Armenian Patriarch
is looking for you.

They won't return the key
before they speak to you.

It's too expensive,
we can't afford it.

You must leave the city.

You gave her the Bar Mitzvah money.

How much did he lend you?
- What's the difference? I'm in deep sh*t.

I found someone who's willing to take
what we confiscated from Andreos.

Galia, we're not touching
that sh*t, there's a limit.

Remember their trip to the museum?
You promised him you'd wear your uniform.

Looking forward to it.
- So is he.

I can't sleep
because I've stopped drinking.

Maybe you're seeing things
because you've quit drinking.

Who's this? Anyone we know?
- He's the son of Jamal Wated,

who was also m*rder*d.
A drug dealer.

Amir "adopted" him
after his father was m*rder*d.

It's a criminal affair, nobody cares. I
want this crime scene gone in ten minutes.

Get this to forensics.
- I'm on my way there anyway. -Thanks.

It's the same k*ller.

Riad slaughtered him
for selling his house to Jews.

Do you really believe Rasmi found papers
proving that Riad sold houses to Jews?

Rasmi knew something
about Riad, it's inside

this phone, but I
can't open the f*ck!

You're right,
he called him twice last night.

Riad will pay for this.

I swear on my son's life,
Riad will pay for all this.

Too late.
You've waited too long.

You and your friends
are going to prison.

That's my Bar Mitzvah gift
for your f*cked up son.

Amir...
- You shouldn't have come here.

"It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,"

"it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,"

"it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,"

"it was the season of light,
it was the season of darkness,"

"it was the spring of hope,"

"it was the winter of despair."

Is that what you teach
in English class?

Too depressing?

- Depressing is an
understatement. They're just kids.

Better I teach them
Madonna songs?

It's school,
a little culture won't hurt them.

How's the new job?
- Complex, challenging.

I hear it's really dangerous there.
Is it true?

Mom, I love what I do.
- Love and dependency are different things.

Okay, let's not go there.

- Shira, your previous
job nearly got you k*lled.

Do you have a death wish?

Amir?

- Heli, sorry about the
hour, can I speak to Manny?

He's sleeping.
Should I wake him up?

Yes, it's urgent.
- One sec.

This is all we've got. We couldn't ID
a face, and then he just vanished.

Might've changed clothes,
jumped over a wall, switched alleys.

Replay it.

Zoom in on his hand.

No, the watch.

Print out these images.

Amir, call me back.

I think we found
Rasmi's m*rder*r.

We're on the verge of a world w*r with
the entire Christian world over this key.

Do I need to spell it out to you?
- I get it, Mr. Minister,

we know it's the Armenians,
we're on it,

but we've got another complex issue...
- I don't care. Solve this immediately

or I'll have the commissioner
to put someone else in charge!

This better be good news.

This is the suspect who fled
Rasmi's scene the two nights ago.

Who's that?

The owner of the watch, Riad Bsharat.
He's probably the m*rder*r.

I know.
- How?

I informed him.
And it's not probably him, it is him.

Coffee, or have you had your one-a-day?
- How'd you find out?

Turns out Rasmi was extorting him.
Forensics analyzed his phone.

All his last messages and calls
were to Riad.

He found out that Riad ran an organization
that sells houses to Jews.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I got word of it in
the middle of the night.

It's a m*rder case,
every second is critical.

A tsunami is on its way, and you're arguing
what swimsuit to wear. Get a grip!

The Turkish delegation is arriving, and
we're accusing one of their men of m*rder?

Suspected m*rder.
We've got only circumstantial evidence.

He confessed.

Who interrogated him?

When did you arrest him?
I'd love to hear it from him myself.

We went to arrest him,
he tried to resist, we calmed him down,

and when he realized it's a dead end,
he asked for some time to regroup.

He confessed
and you didn't arrest him?

I could've brought him here by force,
and we'd have a riot,

the media, and a diplomatic crisis.
He asked to come with a lawyer by 9 a.m.,

it was the best option.
- He's a m*rder suspect. What if he fled?

I wish, the farther the better.
Let him be interrogated outside city walls.

Anything beats busting an endangered
animal like Riad and accusing him...

Rasmi doesn't care that he's an
endangered animal, or whatever you call it.

Who?
- Rasmi. The boy who was slaughtered.

He doesn't care that Riad
is an endangered animal.

- But you do.

You found a case to harp on. Forget it,
not at the expense of the status quo.

Calm down, Manny.
- Calm down? Where's the key?!

This is an international crisis.
My neck is on the line

and you're playing around!
Find the damn key!

And don't you do anything
until Riad arrives! Nothing!

And if he won't come, should I ask nicely?
- Yes.

And only if I approve.

What?

Shira.
- I don't like these games.

You're right,
I should've told you,

but I didn't want to drag you here
from Tel Aviv in the middle of the night.

I slept here.
- Sorry, I didn't know.

Letting him come here alone
is a mistake.

I told patrol to keep an eye,
and Galia and Faras are there.

He can't go anywhere.
- You really believe he'll come?

He'll do all he can to avoid the shame.
- Shame requires a conscience.

Anyone who can slaughter a kid,
doesn't have one.

The shame is selling property to Jews.
Nothing is worse than that.

They butcher them,
drag their body along the alleys,

their family is exiled, nobody marries
them, no doing business and no pardon.

That's why he confessed.

- And in return, we do away
with the property selling.

As long as he pays for the m*rder,
I don't care.

He will.

Nice work with the watch.

I doubt anyone else
would've noticed that.

I didn't know you were so close
with Rasmi's family.

I saw you
with his mom yesterday.

It's a square kilometer,
I know almost everyone here.

It looked more personal.
Why did she throw money at you?

I helped them out
from time to time.

I have to talk to her.

They don't live here,
I'll send you her number.

Inform me when Riad arrives.
- Aren't you waiting for him?

You heard Manny,
I gotta find the key.

Bad timing, Lazi.

Should I say it in Yiddish?
- Fine, I'll go to your mom.

Don't you dare come near my mom.
- You're in no position to threaten us.

Not with the debt you're in.

Would you rather we sell the debt to one
of the families we work with? Fine.

I'm on it. I'll get the money.
I swear.

On what?
You don't believe in anything.

Give me two days.

Son of a b*tch.

Who pissed you off?
- Nobody.

Everybody. You.

We're f*cked. If there's an autopsy,
we're screwed.

Amir said there wouldn't be.
Don't you trust him?

I do, but if it falls through,
my family is left with nothing.

Not to mention the shame.

I can push Abed's drugs. I told you,
I have a buyer outside the walls,

who pays 350K per kilo. You do the math.
- Did you talk with Amir?

Did Amir talk to us before
he sent that jerk to Kingdom Come?

We have to wake up, this is no longer
a nature reserve, it's a f*ck' zoo.

What's he doing here?

Riad? Riad?

ARABIC
He's not here, I'll come back later.

I thought you would come yesterday.

I was busy.

Yes, I heard about the boy,

but I understand he was a nobody.
- Why now, Garbed? What was so urgent?

I need you to meet somebody
who came to do business.

What business?
- Real estate.

I thought you wanted the key.
- Not if it messes up the status quo.

I'm not saying
there will not be repercussions,

but I promise, it stays between us
and the Greeks.

I just need a little protection
till the deal is done.

What property
are you talking about?

Honestly, I don't know.

It's coming from the Russians,
you know how they are. They trust no one.

And it will be a shame to go back
to your bosses without the key.

The Russians come
with full pockets.



He will contact you.

I'll take care of the key.

Did you hear
about a property for sale?

No, I didn't hear anything,
but I can check.

Go on inside,
I'll be with you...

Hello.

How can I help you?

I'm surprised he didn't arrive
on his own.

Did you inform Manny
we're going to get him?

- He wasn't available.

I'll take the heat.
At least he'll be glad we got the key.

They decided to return it just like that?
- It will cost us.

What I still can't figure out
is the cut on Rasmi's throat.

It was done
by a super-precise hand.

Someone who's been
slaughtering sheep from day one

has the right knife
and knows how to use it.

What's up?

- Nothing new. Galia's
watching the back door.

Let's hope he's not planning
some provocation.

It's gotta be quick and quiet.

Police. Open up.

Are you sure he didn't leave?
- Only if God took him.

We need a search warrant.

What are you doing?

I hear a struggle. Don't you?

Police. We're coming in.
- Galia, we're going in.

Riad?

Told you he'd escape.

Damn it!

Cut the rope!
Over there, cut it!

He's dead. -Cut the rope!
- Amir, it's hopeless, he's dead.

Damn it.

Didn't you think of this option?

We gotta get him outta
here ASAP. Once word

gets around, we won't
be able to get him out.

I'll get forensics.

- No time. The crime
scene is ruined anyway.

Manny, there's a problem. -What is it?
- We're at Riad's.

Why'd you go there?
- Because he didn't show up.

He's dead. Suicide.
- What?! I told you not to go...

What does that matter now?!
We must get him outta here!

How?
- The nearest ambulance, and quietly.

Make sure they arrive
from the back alley, quietly.

And with a thick blanket,
not a sheet.

Where's his phone?

Check this out.

The clothes he wore
when he fled the crime scene.

Let's pack them up.

Looks like there's a blood stain
on the sleeve.

Riad?

What are you doing here?
- Sorry, it's a restricted crime scene.

Riad! Riad!

He's dead, Salah. He's dead.

Leave him alone.

Enough.

You son of a b*tch! You pigs!

You crooks!

The way you like it.

"Blessed are You, God ..."

So what were you doing last night,
hanging around Riad's place?

He burned the flag, you saw it.
Everyone saw it.

I thought that...
- What were you gonna do?

I want my parents to be proud of me.
I have to do something big.

Taking a life is huge,
it'll haunt you the rest of your life.

Command from Unit 2. Ambulance
arriving in back alley in 90 seconds.

That b*stard's got great timing.
Even in his death he screws us over.

At least he saved us the arrest.
- But now we've got his funeral.

It's about to get wild out there,
what are you guys waiting for?

We gotta leak that it was suicide,
before people make up stories.

What about the funeral?
- He's gotta be buried today.

No autopsy, no diplomats,
no media. ASAP.

We need the Waqf for that.

- Abdullah will approve
it. I'll talk to him.

Do it.

I gotta see the Waqf and calm things down
before things get outta hand.

Notice anything odd
about the chair?

Look at his soles.

Where are the footprints?

It's as if he stood on the chair,
hanged himself, and cleaned the seat.

Weird, isn't it?

I don't know, everything's weird now.
We gotta wrap this up and beat it.

Gather everyone.
We'll meet at the precinct.

Let's close up shop.
- We're waiting for forensics.

I want fingerprints from the rope
and samples from this chair and his shoes.

You heard him,
we're wrapping up.

You heard me,
I'm the senior officer now.

We'll do it as quickly as we can.

They still don't know what happened.

The police and medics are there.

What does Salah say?

He's not answering.

Riad is dead.

What?!
- Suicide.

How?

He hanged himself.

Get me a cigarette
from that box.

I never met anyone who loved himself
as much as Riad did.

People like him don't k*ll themselves.
- He had no choice.

Turns out he ran a European
front company that sold property to Jews.

He sold the house Efi lives in today.
- Even Satan has his limits. It can't be.

He k*lled Rasmi Wated's father
over that sale.

Not because of the sale,
but because he was on to him.

So was Rasmi,
so he k*lled him as well.

We've got documents,
blood-stained clothes,

a knife, phone calls, everything.

He realized he was finished.

We must bury him ASAP,
before he's made into a martyr.

How will I do that?

I barely believe it,
you think the Turks will?

They either do, or face the fact

that their man sold houses
to Jews and k*lled Muslims to hide it.

Maybe this is my opportunity
to support them,

reach out to them.
- Yes.

But the other way around:
Tell them you got the police

to drop the humiliating investigation
in return for a quick burial.

And I'll promise them it
won't go down as suicide?

- Exactly.

Thanks to you,
he could be buried today like a saint.

If they drag it out,
he'll be buried like a dog.

And Salah?
- He's in custody

until after the funeral.
It's best for everyone.

Amir.

Don't screw me over.

We're in the midst of a very complex
and sensitive event.

We've created vague rumors
about what happened.

It's time to base it as a suicide.
- Better yet, a work-related accident.

Work-related?

To let it blow over quietly, we must give
the Turks something they can stomach.

Suicide is too much.
- Good idea.

The Turkish Embassy is turning up
the pressure. I like that idea.

I suggest we wait for the autopsy
before we declare something we regret.

Who said anything
about an autopsy?

- There are unresolved
questions at the scene.

It might clash with the facts.
- Want facts? Here goes:


burn the Israeli flag on live TV.




to figure out what happened.


present during surgery.


regardless of the autopsy results.


ignited and God knows where it'll end!

I get it, but I can't deem it suicide
without an autopsy.

We can't order an autopsy on our own,
certainly not a cleric of his magnitude.

His family can approve it.

They do only what the Waqf says,
and he wants a quick burial.

We can't miss this shot. A quick burial
is the solution. This evening.

Now, can anyone tell
me why it took so long

to get the damn key
back from the Armenians?

I think it was back pretty quickly.
Remember, we had two bodies to deal with.

This city is built on millions of bodies.
But there's only one key like this.

Damn it,
I had mint candies here.

Drinking again?
How's that gonna help us?

We had a hunting dog back in the village.
A bloodhound.

Once he picked up a scent,
he wouldn't let up.

He'd tug on his leash,
rip your arm out if need be.

That's what she was like today
at the scene after you left.

She doubts it was suicide,
and she won't let up.

- What she doubts
doesn't matter,

only what she can prove,
and that option will be buried

along with him in a few hours.
Case closed, we go on as usual.

Damn it...

Amir...

Going to collect from the rabbi?

You suddenly showed up. What happened?
- Amir called us.

Why did you break in?
Couldn't he open up?

Riad was out of control.
Amir had to calm him down.

You doubt it was a suicide?

Aside from us, nobody came in or out.
- Yeah, the patrol unit said the same.

Don't we have eyes on the back alley?
- They keep smashing the camera.

We checked nearby cams.
Nothing so far.

So, though it's sometimes nice
to walk around in the dark,

it's usually right under the lamp post.

Nice work with the pepper spray.
Impressive.

What's your problem?

Dekel, the officer you put in jail
in Judea and Samaria, is a good friend.

Shame on you.

You can remove his cuffs.
- They're mine.

This is his cell phone.
- Ouch! Damn it...

I'm good.
- Are you sure?

You can sit down. Anything to drink?
Water? Coffee? There's only instant coffee.

No black coffee?
Arabs drink only black coffee.

You're right, I apologize. For this
and for what happened at the scene.

Why am I here?
- I want to know more about Riad.

I know you were his lawyer
and his close friend.

You want me to help you
pin your lies on him.

Recognize this?

It's Riad's.

He sent it to his wife at night.

"I'm sorry, I had no choice."

It wasn't suicide. He was religious,
and our faith forbids suicide.

It forbids m*rder as well, and yet...
- What m*rder?

You're pinning the m*rder
on him too?

You're shameless!

- He tried burning the
bloodstained clothes.

They're at forensics now. I'm sure
they'll confirm it's the blood of Rasmi

who's undergoing an autopsy,
as well as the knife we found.

I guess you don't know him so well
after all.

Why would he do that?
- We found a document on Rasmi's phone.

Rasmi found out Riad
ran a European company

that sells houses to Jews.
- These tricks won't do you any good,

they just expose more of
what you're trying to hide.

- Hide what?

That he was k*lled by a Jew.

A nationalistic m*rder
made to look like a suicide?

This entire house of cards
you're trying to build here will collapse

once the autopsy rules out suicide.

There won't be an autopsy...

I'm afraid the Waqf is urging
for a quick funeral.

Both you and the Waqf
have a mutual interest.

You both benefit from Riad's "suicide".
Did you ask his wife first?

It's her decision, not yours.
- She's not answering. Perhaps you can try?

You must remember the m*rder
in al-Sayed village.

The Hilltop Youth
who k*lled the shepherd.

Two senior officers
are in jail because of me. Friends.

Unlike you, I'm loyal to one thing only -
the truth.

Not to religion
nor to political agendas.

What truth? You sold me
a pile of lies. "Truth"...

Let's go.
- Turn around.

Let's go.

I haven't seen you in uniform
in a while.

They're inside.
Itamar is really excited.

Did you bring the Tefillin?
- No, it's still in repair.

Have you been drinking?
- Not really.

Why now, Amir?

- It's fine, I'm fine. I
needed a shot, okay?

Don't make a big deal.

Karni, he's waiting for me.
- You're not going in there like this.

He's waiting for me,
I can't let him down.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it.
- Go away.

Please.

Suhil, can you help me out here?
- Sure.

Can you find me
Salma Bsharat's number?

Salma Bsharat...

Salma.
- Thanks. -No problem.

Salah, what's going on?

Salma?
- Who is this?

Why isn't Amir here?
- He's busy.

Isn't it supposed to be thicker?

- Weren't you supposed
to be on time the other day?

Wasn't Galia supposed
to pay interest?

Wasn't Amir supposed to talk to the rabbi
about rate changes?

Our laundering has to expand.

This is unacceptable.

Then call the cops.

Yuck! Don't ever lay your
Arab hands on me again!

- I'm not an Arab.

What then? Huh?

Amir, I have another Bar Mitzvah
eager for your spot.

Don't mean to press you,
but I need the money.

You'll get the money.
Save the date.

Feng shui...

I think I found a solution.

I told you, she won't go against
the Waqf's decision.

I spoke to her. She'll sign
for an autopsy once she's here.

Only problem is,

she can't leave the Territories,
she's denied entry by the GSS.

I know you can pull some strings.

There's more than one problem,
beyond Manny and Barak.

Bringing her here to disobey the Waqf
is like shoving her into the fire.

All that for a hunch?
- It's more than a hunch.

However I move the pieces,
I can't make out a picture.

You think he was m*rder*d?
- What do you think?

That you'll have two closed death cases
in less than 24 hours,

one being as high-profile as it gets.
By tonight, you'll be the hottest name

at the national HQ.
I know you need this credit.

Besides, digging around here
always ends in trouble.

You know where you start,
but not where, or if, you'll come out.

I don't close a case
until I truly believe it's closed.

Okay, I'll make some calls,
but I can't promise anything.

- Thanks.

I don't need that.

How was the museum tour
with your son?

Great.

He must have been proud.
It's fun to have a dad like you.

There's nothing funner.

And what did the crook want in return?
That we acknowledge the Armenian Holocaust?

I bet he gets a cut from it.

Truth is, I still don't know
what the price is.

Any reaction regarding Riad?

If you manage to bury him by tonight,
it might blow over.

A story-book ending.

- Ideally, but the widow
wants to sign for an autopsy.

Relax, Salma Bsharat
is denied entry into Israel.

- I know,

and it must stay that way
at least until after the funeral.

Bro, she was caught at the checkpoint
with a delay action charge.

We're not letting her in, not
before nor after the funeral.

- Good.

Who told you this?
- Shira.

What's her story?
Why complicate things?

"Went to avenge her father,
and returned pregnant."

She means well.

Thanks, bro.

She wants to bring Salma here?

You heard him, she can't.

How did it go?

What's this?
- Galia owes them money.

Damn it. She's gambling again?
- She never stopped.

Find her. I'll be at Samuel's.

I told you, this entrance
is covered on all sides.

Can you see me?
- Negative. That camera is broken.

And here?
- I see you,

but we checked this alley
and found nothing.

Do you see me?

- Yes. Did you climb over the wall?
-Affirmative.

And here? -I see you.
- Okay. Check footage of this alley

from the moment Amir and the detectives
left the storeroom until we entered.

We just found him hanging there.

It's hard to believe this suicide.

Did you hear about the German company
"Herolde der Erlosung"?

"The Heralds of Redemption".

It's an Austrian,
pro-Palestinian company.

Have you started drinking again?

Did you find the property
that the Armenians want?

- No, and it's strange,

because, if they took the key,
you'd expect it to be something big.

If I hear anything...

Prime Minister's office.
I need to take this.

And please, stop drinking.

Thank you for returning my call.

Yes, I'll wait.

I went over everything,
there's nothing.

The funeral is in two hours.

- We've doubled the forces
at the Muslim Quarter gates.

Hello?

- I was approved entry. I
don't know how you did it,

but I'll arrive only tomorrow morning.
- Great, glad to hear.

Call me when you arrive?
- Yes. -Okay.

Command, this is Unit 12.
The cemetery is clean, we're advancing.

You're gonna be a star.
Two cases within 24 hours.

Any way to postpone the funeral
to tie some loose ends?

No. Even if someone calls me right now,
saying he hanged him

and that he's coming to confess
along with a selfie shot with the body -

I still wouldn't postpone it.
Close this case!

My shift ended.

I saw some guy walking
around there. I left it open for you.

- Thanks.

Just lock up when you're done.

Galit, have the forces
at the gates ensure

that no Hamas t*rrorists
enter from Area A.

David stations, this is Command,

make sure that
no Hamas personnel enters.

Forces are currently spread across
two security perimeters.

Back-up from Armon Hanatziv
is arriving.

It's my problem, I'll solve it.
- It's our problem. Your debt is our debt.

You know I hate owing money
to those b*stards.

I'll talk to him.

How much?

Around 70,000.
- God damn it!

I'm not the only one causing trouble here.
- Galia...

Got something
you wanna say to me?

Sorry. I got carried away.

We're all under pressure.
It's just money, we'll fix this.

Hey, Karni, I'm glad you called.
- Itamar's gone,

I can't find him anywhere.
I'm at Ilan's, he hasn't shown up

for his Bar Mitzvah lesson.
- I'm coming.

Itamar's gone.
- What?!

I need a location on this number
from 10 p.m. till dawn.

You know it doesn't work that way,
I need approval.

I'll get approval.
I'm working on it.

Salma was allowed entry.

Sadly, she won't make it in time
to stop the funeral.

Am I dismissed?

- Someone has to ID the body at Abu
Kabir [Institute of Forensic Medicine]

so that there's no mix up,
God forbid.

Someone will meet you there.

You don't believe it was suicide either.

Don't screw this up, Salah.

What's going on?
- He was supposed to show up for a lesson.

This isn't like him,
he's never late.

He didn't go home.
He doesn't leave the city alone.

Why is his phone off?
- I've got his phone, the battery died.

He was so upset after you didn't show up,
I couldn't even talk to him.

Talk, Faras.

- He's not here. I
checked at all the gates.

He's not at the Western Wall.
- Where could he be?

Stay here in case he comes back.

Go back to the museum,
maybe he's looking for you.

Where are you going?
- There are a few places I can think of.

Amir.

Find him for me.

Itamar?

Itamar!

Itamar!
- What do you want?

Yes?
- He's at the library, on the swing.

Stay there, I'm on my way.

In 30 minutes,
we have to man our positions.

The body is on its way here.
Luckily, there won't be many people.

We and the Waqf reached an agreement -
No police presence at the funeral itself.

The Waqf promised to maintain order.
It's in everyone's interest.

We're only peripheral security,

meaning, security checks if needed,
and containment, at worst.

This funeral mustn't get
out of hand, is that clear?

- Yes, sir!

Hi. -Hi.
- He's fine. He wanted to be alone.

How did you know he'd be here?

We used to come here, long ago.

Sorry about what I said earlier.
- It's okay, we'll work it out.

Thanks.

What about the funeral?
- Wait for me.

I'm so sorry, Itamar.

You know I'd do anything
to keep you from getting hurt.

But you hurt me.

I was there,
but I couldn't join the tour.

Why not?

Because I made a mistake.

But I'll fix it.

"The funeral is about to begin"

b*tch...

In a few minutes it'll be over.

"In the Name of Allah,
the Most Compassionate, Most Merciful.

"All praise is for Allah,
Lord of all worlds,

"the Most Compassionate,
Most Merciful,

"Master of the Day of Judgment.

"It is You we worship
and You we ask for help.

"Guide us along the Straight Path,"

"the Path of those You have blessed"

"not those You are displeased with,"

"or those who are astray."

Why is Salah here?
Shouldn't he be in custody?

The great Allah is justice.

There is no God but Allah.

We are all Allah's...

What's wrong?

It's not him!

It's those damned Zionists!

It's not him!

What's going on down there?

With our spirit and our blood
we will free you, Riad!