01x06 - Episode 6

[bunniefuu]

Why did you slaughter that kid?
- He was already dead when I arrived.

The autopsy will conclude it was m*rder.
- We'll find them a m*rder*r.

Your prints are on the cocaine,
on the rope you hanged him on,

all the findings lead to you.
- But it wasn't me!

All you need to
do is keep quiet.

He burned the flag, you saw it.
- What were you gonna do?

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

I've missed your smell.

Have you been drinking?
- Don't make a big deal.

Go away.

Is it over? Is it over
between us, Karni?

There's an emissary of the Russian
Patriarch wandering around here.

Kiril Slivnov.

Do you also know he's
here to do some shopping?

I want to make sure the paperwork is ready.
- It's ready.

I was in the middle of a very
big deal with your husband,

and I want very
much to finish it quick.

It's just a standard
transfer of ownership.

You are now officially a citizen
of the United States of America.

"List of PIU cases: Amir Zaid"

Remember the drugs we found on Rasmi?
- What about them?

We figured out the source
and we're tracking him down.

Abed Abdel-Kader. Seems like
a big drug deal that went south.

sh*t.
- What?

If it was over drugs, then
perhaps he k*lled Riad and...

made it look like a suicide.

If it's the same source,
it changes everything.

This is Rasmi,
and this is his dad.

The first is left handed,
the second is right handed.

Riad was right-handed.

He might've k*lled Rasmi's
dad, but definitely not Rasmi.

Rasmi's k*ller is left-handed.

[Allahu akbar.]

Piss off!

Wankers.

As usual, more lies are being spread
by the Zionist propaganda machine.

From day one it was obvious that Riad's
death wasn't a work accident nor suicide,

as the police
tried to present it.

Therefore, we insisted that our
own pathologist join the autopsy,

and now, post-op,
the truth is revealed!

I am sure that the Zionists
committed this despicable m*rder.

Riad is a martyr who
died in a w*r against

the Zionists for our
just rights in Jerusalem.

"To Faras and Galia: Meet
me at the junkies' yard"

[There, they've calmed
down. I'll try to get some sleep.]

[Love you, darling.]

[Take care.]

[Bye.
- Bye, my love.]

What's up?

How's Abed?
- Snoring like a beast.

Don't answer it. Must be Manny.

Everyone's going crazy
over Riad's autopsy.

Well, we knew we had
an open m*rder case.

When do you wanna bring Abed?
- I don't think we should.

Shira will crack him.

Then we'll bring him in last minute
and we'll get his confession, not her.

How?
- We'll find something.

And we have two
open cases, not one.

Riad didn't k*ll Rasmi.
- What?

What are you talking about?

Facts. He didn't do it.

The man fled the scene with
Rasmi's blood on his clothes.

Someone made sure to lead
Riad to Rasmi in order to frame him.

Rasmi was already
dead when he arrived.

Who? Why?
- Beats me.

But it's gotta be for the same reason
he brought Rasmi back into the city.

Rasmi returned to get
back at Riad, you said so.

Rasmi couldn't have
gotten info about Riad's

sales on his own and I
should've realized that.

They were leading me to Riad. It wouldn't
mean a thing to any cop here but me.

I get it, but it sounds crazy.

What's the motive?
- I don't know.

So who does know?
- Rasmi's k*ller.

Damn it.

We must find him, quickly.

Maybe one of the junkies saw
something. Shake them down.

Someone's playing us.

He's totally f*cked up.
What was that all about?

Son of a b*tch...

He can't admit he
shouldn't have touched Riad.

He's losing it.
- We were all sure Riad did it.

He should've stopped to check
before he finished him and us.

Now he feels guilty so he's making
up stories. Someone's playing us?

We have to get outta here.

Yes? -Hello, Mr. Slivnov.
- Who is it?

This is Samuel Becker.
- Becker?

You don't know me, but
I think we should meet.

Check out these details,

it's very important, okay?
- No problem.

Where's your drug dealer?
- We're looking for him.

What gives? We've moved
from suicide to m*rder, to drugs,

and now he's not
Rasmi's k*ller either?

People make mistakes.
- Not you. Not like this.

Amir, what aren't
you telling me?

I thought this arrangement works for
you, me getting dirty while you stay clean.

Problem is, I'm no longer clean.

Your stink is starting to
stick to me, and I don't like it.

I once found a coin
from the First Temple era.

Must be from their digging
in King Solomon's stables.

I can't believe those dogs are at
the Temple Mount while we're here,

sifting through the
garbage they leave behind.

"Pre Messiah Troubles".

You shouldn't have
staged his suicide.

Everyone should know it was you.

The noon prayer is at


Friday prayers are stressful as it
is, I don't have a single cop available,

and now, after it's been published that
Riad was m*rder*d, it'll be a madhouse,

they'll ignite the Temple
Mount! We're in hell!

If we call off the prayer or limit it to
over age 50, we play into the Turks' hands

who are waiting to leverage it.
- Who cares about the Turks?!

We've got 80,000 people here today!
- The PM and the Israeli nation care.

The holidays are four days away.

If things blow up, we
can forget about the VP.

You don't get how much
damage it would do. Forget it.

We have nothing to hide.

We asked for an autopsy
and found a suspect, right?

Yes.

I'm not sure we do.

There's no evidence
linking Riad to drug trafficking

and none of his fingerprints were
found on the drugs in the storeroom.

What's your point?

I'm going back to the possibility
that it might not be a criminal affair.

Did you not hear the
discussion so far?!

Let her finish.
- Finish?! I can't believe I let her start!

Had we buried him right away,
we'd have avoided this nightmare!

We have a m*rder suspect,
criminal background, and that's that!

If we don't limit the prayer, then
the sermon must be moderate,

or else, it really will be hell.
- How?

We have to bring
the m*rder*r. Abed.

You have less than
six hours. I don't know

how you'll do it, but I
want his photo taken

with cuffed hands and
legs and a guilty look.

If you find him, you
don't talk to him at all.

I'll question him.
Everyone else stays back.

- Why do I get the
feeling you don't trust me?

Maybe because you've been hiding
information from me from the start.

You know everything that I know.
- But always five minutes later.

Why?
- Your predecessor, Shlomi.

I know who he is.
- You know why he left?

I found him crying in the
restroom. The pressure got to him.

I'm trying to ease
things for you.

- If you haven't noticed,
I don't need your help.

This is my case. Abed is mine.

I alone interrogate him.

Attention, David stations:

There's activity at the waste
site near the Lions' Gate.

No problem.

I'm on my way.

Think about it
before you say no.

We're not robbing a Russian bishop
nor an Armenian priest, nobody.

Who even tipped you off?
- George.

I bet that snake is
messing with you.

Pal, we're already
messed up in this.

If Amir is busted for Riad,
so are we. We were there.

And we're talking big-time lawyers. No
public defendants. How will we afford it?

That Russian isn't an
endangered animal.

Who will he turn to, the police?

It's our call. Amir isn't
with us all the way.

Hey! Come back
here, you b*stard!

Why are you running
away, Yaacov?

Because you're chasing me.

I need to ask you something,
but you must answer the truth.

God is listening.

Who k*lled that
poor kid on Sunday?

I wasn't there, I don't know.

How could I know? I
swear to you, Faras.

Wanna spend the Sabbath
at the police station?

Ask Jesus, he's always
there on Sundays,

cleansing the city
from abomination.

[Good morning.
What do you want?]

[Thanks for coming.
- No problem.]

[Are those youngsters messing
with your things or am I mistaken?]

[Come.]

What are you doing here?
You must be confused,

this isn't yours.

Got a problem?
- What are you gonna do about it?

You'd better leave. We'll
meet at the Temple Institute.

Brawl at the waste
site near Lions' Gate.

What's going on?

Are we going in?

Yes, but don't overdo
it, so it doesn't escalate.

Break it up!
- Get him!

They stole my g*n!
- They stole my g*n!

Arrest everyone. -Jews too?
- Everyone means everyone.

Go home and take care of it.

"Tampering with the scene, to make it look
like a suicide - Nationalistic / Amir?"

Decaf, weak, no sugar.
How do you drink this?

Thanks.

Something doesn't sit well.
- What?

Riad didn't k*ll Rasmi.

Abed might've k*lled one of
them, but certainly not both.

And the drugs? I doubt
Riad was a drug dealer.

I know you. What's your theory?
- Nothing concrete,

just a hunch that someone's
trying to mess up the puzzle.

Manny, and mostly Amir and his
friends, aren't like the cops you know.

I know things work differently here.
- I don't think you do.

I'd ask you to curb your
hunches until after the holidays,

but I know it's
hopeless. However,

before you accuse someone,

keep me posted.

I don't think it's a good idea.

That never stopped us before.

Gotta go.

"Amir"

Muslims walk in Via Dolorosa to
pray at Al Aqsa that is guarded by Jews.

God has a sense of humor.

What do you have that I want?
- The library Riad promised to sell you.

It's a closed deal.

I am now the owner
of that property.

How can I know it's not fake?

It's completely legit,
you can check it.

It doesn't mean the
property is not for sale.

How much?

- The same amount you
brought here to finish the deal.

Can you tell me, why so cheap?

Get the money
ready, I'll call you.

And I suggest you
beware of the Greeks.

It's not the money.

No, it's not.
- Then why?

[Come in.]

[He's inside,
preparing the sermon.]

[His heart is weak,
not as strong as before.]

[He takes everything to heart.
- Yes.]

[How is your pretty wife doing?]

[Praise God.]

[I'll go make coffee.]

Writing a eulogy for Riad?

You don't cry over a drug dealer, Abdullah.
Before the prayers, Abed will confess

to k*lling Riad over a
drug deal. It's all you need.

- How can I believe you?

First, you said
Riad k*lled Rasmi

for extorting him
over a real estate sale.

Then you said he hanged himself.

Now you say it was over drugs.

If you think giving them riots today
will make you look good, you're wrong.

[I'm the last person
to mourn that lowlife, ]

[but what choice do I have?]

[You know what an animal
does when it's cornered?]

[Even it's tamed
and loves its owners]

[it will attack, ]

[it will do anything
to break free.]

[Sorry. Next time, I promise.
- Alright.]

[Look after him.
- I will.]

What's going on?
- A Beretta 9mm was stolen.

How?

- There was a brawl, and in
the chaos, his g*n was stolen.

Everyone there was arrested.
Manny sent for you urgently,

we need more interrogators.
- They steal a g*n and you arrest Jews?

That's your solution?!
Have you stooped this low?!

I'm getting everyone involved.
This won't blow over easily.

Yehoshua, talk to
everyone right now.

Start with the Jews and release
them quickly, before the Sabbath.

And find that g*n before that moron
turns it into the opening headlines.

"From Galia: You won't believe it.
Jesus witnessed Rasmi's m*rder."

Yes?
- Karni, something urgent came up.

Can you pick Itamar
up after his lesson?

Tomorrow he's reading from the
Torah, he won't drive on Sabbath.

He's sleeping over at
Ilan's, didn't I tell you?

Why not at my place? I'll
come get him this evening.

Okay, no problem. Bye.

Requesting backup
at the Lions' Gate.

The prayer begins in two hours.
- Backup at the Nablus Gate as well.


arriving from the north.

Backup arriving at Lions'
Gate and Herod's Gate.

Nablus Gate backup on the way.

Nothing new with Abed?

I think I made a mistake.

I told you to thin
out the prayers.

Not that. Shira.

I shouldn't have brought
her here. She's a bit lost,

I think we should help
her find her way out.

We estimate some 15,000 worshipers
on site, and many more arriving.

Five buses filled with worshipers
just crossed the Gate of the Valley.

Are the gates reinforced?
- Most of the forces are in position.

Add two more teams, one at the
new gate and one at Jaffa Gate.


one at the New Gate and one at Jaffa Gate.

This is Unit 8. We're 12 minutes
away from entering the city.

Six squads are on location.
Two more on their way.

What's with him?
- He'll talk only with you.

Just as you heard that
the anti-Christ is coming,

so now many anti-Christs
have appeared.

This is how we know
it's the final hour.

You're late, Amir.
This time it's hopeless.

What's hopeless? What did you see?
- The darkness, brother.

Saw the darkness.

Saw the angel taking a life,

making a sacrifice.

Can you show me?

The boy, he was...

he was standing here, waiting,

and then the man, he...

came from this side,

and they talked, father and son.

And then the boy turned to go,

and the man, he
approached him from behind,

and... he slit his neck.

You should've seen it.

It was godly.

I'm sure.

Did you see his face?

You can't see angels.

Why do you think he's an angel?

Because he had wings. Of gold.

He dropped this.

I'll give it back when
I'm finished with it.

- No, no, no, there's no need.

This is Satan.

This is the end.

Finally, it's the end.

We'll try him again
later, once he cools off.

- Okay.

Check this out meanwhile.

Get Abed, we have two hours left.
- What about Shira?

Don't worry, she's busy.
- Doing what?

Looking for this.

Hide it in the
apartment meanwhile.

A bit pagan for
this place, isn't it?

I sent a photo to all the
shops, the Antiquities Authority,

even the damned Israel Museum.
Nobody can identify that crap.

There was no struggle, it means
Rasmi knew him and trusted him.

It's likely the same person who told
him about Riad's Austrian company.

We looked up that company.
It's a cover company in Bermuda.

That's for the
Israeli FBI, not us.

Maybe the question isn't
who did it, but rather why.

Money.

Let me give you my theory:

It's someone in town who
knows everyone, you, Riad.

He saw that Riad is moving
up, tried to cash in on it,

used Rasmi to extort Riad,

Rasmi turned on him,
and so he had no choice.

And this is just another
pin that fell in the street.

You think I'm trying to justify it?
- I don't know,

but it makes a lot more sense
than some elaborate scheme.

We need to find someone from Riad's
circles who had reason to take him down.

Faras asks where to bring him.

Bring him here.

It looks bad.
- You should've seen the guy who did it.

Maybe we'll go to the hospital?

No need, I'm fine.
- You're better than fine.

You've aced your
first trial by fire.

What do you say?

Rivka! -You're our son! Shame on you!
- Rivka, what are you doing?!

Your son ran off to hide like a wimp!
Eliraz and Bezalel told me everything.

They saw him hit himself
with a rock to make

it look like he fought
those t*rrorists.

Rivka!

You bring us nothing but shame.

A dirt sifting project. They dig
at the Temple Mount everyday

even though they're
forbidden and you know that.

That dirt is our heritage! And
they throw it away on purpose.

We do what a functioning
country should've done -

sift the dirt and save it.

We find remnants from the First and
Second Temple eras, the holiest of holies.

Bravo.

Now, tell me why you
can't ID who stole your g*n.

First of all, they all look alike. Second
of all, I was attacked from behind,

and they're lucky Amir pulled
me away at the last second.

- Amir?

Yes?
- Abed is here, they're interrogating him.

Wait here.

Wait? It's almost Sabbath!

Officer!
- Keep an eye on him. I'll be right back.

- Officer!

I had no choice.

The drugs were his idea,
and it wasn't the first time.

Only this time, he decided
to throw me under the bus.

He threatened me.

I panicked and choked
him with my belt.

Why did you hang him?
- Because I knew nobody would believe me.

Everyone's sure he's a saint.

I had to stage it as a suicide
to keep his lunatics off my back.

That's why I texted his wife.

What did you do with the belt?
- Put it in a bag and waited for you...

What do you think
I did? I got rid of it.

Good job. Send it to the Waqf.
- Great. I'll send it to the Turks.

It's exactly the cold
shower they needed.

Okay.

He was supposed to go through me.
- You were busy.

And I doubt he'd talk to you.

We should put him under protected custody.
- For all I care, he can stay at my place.

Why did he confess so easily?

His prints are on the rope Riad
was hanged on, and on the drugs.

He preferred that we arrest
him before Riad's guys get to him.

Let's go, the prayer is in 40 minutes.
- I need ten minutes with him.

Don't come near him, don't talk to
him, that's an order! Case closed!

I believe you've
got a g*n to find.

And Shira, make sure
all your investigators,

including yourself, take position
during the prayer. No dismissals.

Now's the time to let her interrogate
him. Manny will tear her apart.

Leave Abed in our
office, that'll do the job.

How do you know?
- Because I'd do the same.

She'll go to him,
she won't give up.

Relax, it'll be alright.

Excuse me?

I'm new here and I forgot the
code. Could you help me, please?

Thank you.

We're going for a little walk.

I asked for some food,

didn't think they'd
send the waitress.

If I knew, I'd
comb my hair first.

But I get the feeling
you like them wild, right?

Be honest.

You like it, but it scares you.

Because you'll realize
that you like being a bad girl.

You're on to me...

Abed, I'll go get the forms.

We'll settle your
protection conditions.

I had no choice.

The drugs were his idea,
and it wasn't the first time.

Only this time, he decided
to throw me under the bus.

He threatened me. I panicked
and choked him with my belt.

What did you do to him?

- Nothing. I promised to
look after him, that's all.

He knows that folks can die
here just for telling the truth.

Think hard what sermon you'll be
delivering in memory of a drug dealer.

This clip will go viral.

As for the Turks,

don't worry, they've
already got a copy.

[Dad?]

[There are 80,000
worshipers outside, ]

[elders, women and children,
and I'm responsible for them all.]

[I could drag them
all with me to w*r, ]

[but it must be for
the right reason, ]

[and not over a drug dealer.]

That snake Amir was right.

She bluntly defied an order.

Poor girl.

You b*tch, you set
me up out there, huh?

You just confessed to
k*lling a key player here,

but you're scared to
come off as a collaborator?

You know why?

Because you didn't k*ll him.

She's good.

My prints on the
rope say otherwise.

Your prints are on the
rope and on the drugs,

but you cleaned off the chair.
- What chair? -Exactly.

I don't know what you were
promised and by who, but it's my case,

and if you confess, I'll make
sure you get 20 years minimum.

By the time you're released,
robots will have replaced cops here.

That is, if you live that
long. I wouldn't bet on it.

She's got nothing
on you, keep quiet!

f*ck off!

With you? So you can help
me realize I'm a bad girl...?

I have a witness.

Someone who was with you
when you allegedly k*lled Riad.

He'll get you off the hook. But only if
you tell me who forced you confess.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I have to attend the prayer.
It should take an hour, right?

You have an hour
to think it over.

He's crispy. I can
hear him cracking!

Damn it. We're
screwed, big time.

Where to?

It's not Christian,
that's for sure.

Where did you
say you found this?

I didn't say.

Rasmi's k*ller dropped it.

I thought Riad k*lled him.

Me too.

So Riad was there
by coincidence?

There are no coincidences here.

What do you mean, "there
are no coincidences here"?

Forget it, it's complicated.

Are you okay?

I'm great.

At least tomorrow Itamar is
gonna read from the Torah, right?

I promised Karni I'd come.

What's going on between you two?

I hope it'll work out.

God is calling me.

You know I'm always
here for you, right?

Same here.

[You send me to get you
food and then you don't eat?]

[I've lost my appetite.]

"20 years" my a*s.
"Robots instead of cops..."

Don't mind her, she's nothing.

[20 years my a*s!]

[I assume you also realize you
can't control what will happen.]

[Do you?]

[Abed, just do
what we agreed on, ]

[keep quiet, and you'll
be out in a month.]

[If I were you, I wouldn't blow
this chance. You're out of choices.]

["Counting the punches is
easier than getting them."]

[Right?]

[What would you
do if you were me?]

"From Galia: She says she has
a witness who was with Abed"

[He confessed to k*lling
Riad Bsharat, he said

[he hanged him, we taped
the entire confession.]

I don't speak Arabic.
- Sorry, I thought you were someone else.

There's a guy inside. Needs a
cell. Put him in with these guys.

Hold on.

Amir.

Amir!

It blew over quietly.
Is everyone happy?

Abed's confession saved us.

By "us" you don't
mean only the city.

I mean Jews, Muslims,
my family, my sanity.

Aside from my lungs,
it saved everything.

- That's the problem with
having no boundaries -

you have no clue when
you've crossed them.

What do you want?

We both know Abed didn't do it.
- What else do we know?

That you're covering for
something or someone.

It's the only explanation.

Amir, talk to me.

It won't go away, no chance.

But at least we can
minimize the damage.

Who do you think I am? Trying to play
me with this "If you help us, we help you"?

You really think that will work?

You have no witness to contradict
Abed's story and you won't find one.

You're fishing in a pond here.
- True.

But Abed doesn't know that, and
in the few minutes I was with him

I could easily tell he's the type
who ends up spilling the beans

once he starts talking.

I wasn't trying to diss you, I
was honestly trying to help you

before it's too late.

He lost a lot of blood. Have
the ICU prepare blood units.

Who did this?

- His cellmates, with a spoon.
We found him on the floor.

I couldn't move.

My head said to move,
but my body didn't listen.

I'm sure it can be fixed.
- It can't.

I shamed them.

Everyone will know about it.

You really did this to yourself?

It takes a lot of determination and
courage to hurt yourself like that.

I'm much stronger
than they think, but...

it always comes
out the opposite.

He has sent you to me.

Maybe I can help you.

But I have to know
I can trust you.

I will do anything.

Anything.

I swear.

Let's start with
sh**ting a little video.

"Israel Police, David Precinct"

He would've cracked. You saw it too.
- I bore that in mind.

But nobody would dismiss
the confession we got.

Damn it. She already knows
that Faras sent him into that cell.

We're in deep sh*t.

Shira isn't the problem.
- Who then? Abed?

He was no angel either.
- And who are we? God?

Now we decide who
lives and who dies?

It's a bit late for
that, don't you think?

Riad was a k*ller, I don't regret it. I
only regret that you guys are involved.

We have a concrete
confession, end of story!

I don't think so.

Why does he do that? Huh?

And how does Abed end up
in a cell with Riad's followers

ten minutes after I talk to him?

- Due to a confused
officer in your department.

You weren't even
supposed to interrogate him.

If you're suggesting that there are corrupt
cops in my precinct, take it up with PIU.

I know you've got them on speed dial.
- Sure...

You're also welcome to hand in your
badge and leave. Perhaps it's best.

Best for who?
- For you, mostly.

Go home, it's Friday.
But first close this case.

You have a taped confession,
it's over. You should be thankful.

We haven't found the g*n yet.

After the holidays, report
to the District Commander.

Bluntly defying an
order has consequences.

Hey.

He waited for you.
He's already asleep.

I'll take him anyway.
- You're totally drunk, Amir.

Don't take him, not like this.

I'll tell him you showed up.

You're alright, Ilan.

Amir...

I have something to tell you.

We have something to tell you.

It's been tough on us,
that you don't know.

Who's "us"?

Karni and me.

What about Karni and you?

It wasn't planned,
it just happened.

Amir!

We're adults, we
can talk about this!

Amir, we're friends!

Amir...

Amir...

Ilan?

Ilan?

I'm sorry.

Who was it?

Nobody. Let's go.

"Cause of death: Strangulation.
By leather strap, 1.2 cm wide."

Someone's here to
see you, says it's urgent.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to confess.
- To what?

Riad's m*rder.