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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.

Good morning.

Where is he?

Who, Yakir? He's not here.

Maor, you know he's out of town.

Is he at home?

Of course not, he's scared.

He won't even tell us where he's hiding out.

He was seen around the block last night, on a bike.

I gave him some money and he left. He can't work, he's hiding.

Maor, Yakir is a good kid.

You've known each other for years, right?

He's sorry about what he said.

I know he shouldn't have said it, he shouldn't have spoken like that.

But I paid you, right? The full amount, like you asked.

Say the blessing.

Huh?

Say the blessing.

Blessed are You, God, who creates the fruit of the tree.

Amen.

Maor, please, I beg you. Please forgive him.

He can ask God to forgive him, not me.

Everything looks good.

No, Dad, tell her I'll talk to her later.

Hi, Mom...

Yes, everything's fine.

No need, Mom. We'll come Friday, don't make them come today.

She wants us to come over tonight.

Fine, we'll come over.

Of course not, we're fine, you don't have to come over.

See you tonight. Bye.

That's all we need...

Why aren't you dressed yet?

Your dad is on his way out, he can drop you off.

Where's your school uniform?

Mom, I'm tired, I'll go tomorrow. - No, we said you'd go today.

Tomi, I know it seems like it'll be forever,

but it'll pass quickly.

Give me your hand.

This move is hard on me too,

with the new job at the attorney's office and a new home,

but it's something we have to do, for us, not just for your dad.

It's only for a year. 18 months, tops.

Tomi, you coming? - No, she's on a roll.

It's okay, I'll take her.

Did you find the meds? - Never mind, I gotta go.

Wait, Alon, let me take a look at you.

Handsome. - Yes? -Yes.

Be nice. -I'll try.

Try.

Mom. - One sec.

Good luck.

Hi, investigations office, please. - Right down the hall.

I can't breathe, it stinks like hell,

I turn him over to face the wall

and see that he crapped on himself.

I thought I was gonna die. - Hi there.

Can I help you? - Investigations?

Oh, you're the... -New intel and investigations officer.

Oded Avitan. - Alon Shenhav.

Sharabi!

Alon Sharabi.

Oh, man... Can't believe it.

What's up, bro?

Thought I'd never see you. - I promised I'd be back.

Yeah, 20 years ago, you bum. How's it going?

Folks, Edri, meet your new commander.

Welcome, I'm Kobi. - Thanks.

Edri and Oded are the intel coordinators.

We're a group of three detectives.

Meet Carmel, Reuven,

your new commander, Alon Sharabi.

Are you from Tel Aviv? - You bet he is, Edri.

He's one of Tel Aviv district's top investigations officers.

They should know who they're dealing with.

I'm originally from here. - Yep, a Nahariya boy at heart.

Carmel, make some black coffee to welcome our guest properly,

along with your mom's cookies.

Good luck. - Thanks.

We've been waiting for someone like you to show up.

Yeah, they seem so excited...

They're good folks, bro, they just need time to adjust.

It's been six months since we had a commander.

This is your office.

Not Tel Aviv standard, but it is what it is.

Leave the files alone and come, I'll show you around town,

maybe get some calzone.

Let's go.

Is Nahariya as pretty as you remembered it?

You're gonna flip when you see the boardwalk.

Clean and tidy, not a soul.

Nobody comes here anymore.

Well, I'm here. - You still haven't told me why.

What do you mean? -Sharabi, seriously, why are you here?

Why now?

They said you needed a hand.

And that made you leave Tel Aviv?

Yeah, for a year or two.

They wanted someone who knows the city.

My folks and my sisters still live here,

so if I can help, why not?

What's up?

Where?

Is Carmel on his way? - Dispatch?

Yep, trouble at the government complex.

A perp with a gun. On our way. Bye.

Yakir.

Trying to get away from me, you bastard?

Are you, you bastard?

Who do you think you're messing with, bitch?!

The grenade wasn't enough for you? You want another one?

Pick him up. - Get up!

The cunts are here!

Don't you dare say a word.

Yakir, stay put or I wipe out your family, got it?

Yakir...!

Who was that?

Dunno, his bike crashed into me.

Don't just stand there, go get him.

Let's go, folks.

Step out of the car.

Nobody move. - Just let me move the car.

Get out, I didn't ask you to talk.

Ami, search the car. - What are you doing?

Get out and place your hands on the car. -Give me the keys.

Turn around! Search them.

Spread your legs. - Tell that to your sister, you moron.

Let go of me, bastard! - Hey, he didn't touch you!

Spread your legs! - You bastard!

Wear a condom, you damn faggot!

Your mother's a cocksucker!

I said, search them, one of them is armed.

Ami, what's going on?

I'll search him.

Hands up.

Be mindful of your body, your shoulders, your eyes...

What is your body saying? Are you threatening

or being threatened?

Nice.

It's night time. You're hungry.

You want to find your pray.

Find it.

Start advancing towards it, slowly.

Remember that a predator could become the prey.

Hey, girls...

Sorry. - Sorry.

I'm taking drama and biology.

Media studies is also cool. - No way I'm taking biology.

Then you can take either media or Arabic.

Geography is also easy, but it's what the block kids take.

The block? - The other side of the road.

Where the new buildings are? - No, no.

If this is the coast, that's the city of Nahariya,

the school is here, more or less,

then this is the Gaaton. Ever heard of it?

Yeah, the river. - Yes, the main street.

In terms or areas, I live up north, in Rasko,

the richer area, though we're not that rich,

and more south, closer to the coast, is where the normal folks live.

I guess we live somewhere around here.

Cool, that's close to me. - Oh, cool.

So what's on the other side? - All the crappy neighborhoods,

farther from the coast.

This is the road to Haifa, on the other side it's all projects.

Cool folks live there too, not just thugs,

but it's all buildings, loads of felons.

Nothing there for you.

I think my grandma lives in that area.

Oh... cool.

But she's no thug, don't worry. - Sorry...

We get a real-time report of intent to murder.

We arrive at the scene and ID the suspects.

What's the first thing we do?

What do you do with a suspected armed person?

But he wasn't armed in the end... - Not the point.

You got intel that...

Put out the cigarette.

I'll open a window.

Put out the cigarette.

What's your name? Mualem?

Simple question: you were ordered to search a suspect. -Yes.

Did you search him?

No. -Why not? Is he your buddy?

You're dismissed for now.

We'll discuss this tomorrow with the station commander.

I honestly can't blame them.

They look at us.

If we as investigators, can't handle a felon, what will they say?

You even know these folks? - Enlighten me.

They were Maor Ezra's troops. Know him? -I've heard the name.

If you just rub the guy the wrong way,

one wrong word... - What then?

Your home will be hit with a grenade. You tell me:

Would you want a grenade thrown into your home?

Are we the police or what?

So your solution is to not perform a search?

Let them kill? -The real solution is, to give it to them, full force.

Correct, and that's our M.O.

You think I'm kidding? - You seem dead serious.

You talk the talk, but with all due respect you're not the first.

Since Gorodeski left, we've had four others here,

talking the talk, putting on a show,

and after a few months, they were either kicked out or they fled.

You ask why Mualem didn't do what you told him.

Why should he?

Does he know you? For all he knows, you could leave tomorrow.

But he does know Maor Ezra very well,

and Maor Ezra ain't going anywhere.

He's a kid. - 25.

Who was trouble even at 20.

What do we know about the biker they tried to whack?

The bike is listed under some guy from Acre,

but my source tells me it's Yakir Yitzhaki.

He lost some money at Maor Ezra's casino,

and must've dissed him when they came to collect the debt.

So they wanna kill him for that?

They also blew up his dad's shop two weeks ago.

But there's no evidence that it's them.

So we must find him before they do. - If he wanted help, he wouldn't run off.

I don't care what he wants. There's gonna be murder.

Besides, he can testify against Ezra.

Join efforts and find him. Use detectives if necessary.

Hello. -Look who's here! Mr. Shenhav!

Hey!

Go set the table.

What's up? -Where's Dad? - Outside, where else?

How are you?

I missed you all so much. - How are you?

I'm fine, how are you?

How's it going, sweetie? - Alright.

Say, is Dad smoking again? - Already a year now.

We'll help you settle in. - No, it's a big mess,

but I'll handle it. -Yes? - Yeah, it's fine.

Where's Tom? - See that, Miki?

He ended up dragging you to Nahariya. - You won.

You guys stunk up the entire neighborhood.

Our hero! - Hi.

Hi, Yoav. - Hi there.

How's it going? - Great.

Finished your shift? - No, but I had to come see you.

I'm doing reinforcement the entire week.

Poor you... hi there. - How's it going? -Great.

Welcome back.

Dad, it's only for a year.

Still. Main thing is, how's the team? Anyone serious?

It'll be alright.

I trust you. - You've started working?

I wanted to tell you that you might be my commander, I asked to transfer.

To investigations? Wow, nice.

We need young folks here. -We do, but there aren't enough vacancies.

We have to wait for folks to retire. - I've vacated my place long ago.

You're irreplaceable, Ovad.

Come, the kids are hungry.

I used to think that way too.

Well, I'm off.

Ovad, the circus is over, your son's here to clean up the town.

Let's go eat something.

Miki, should I prepare you a plate? - No, I'll take some myself,

I'll also do Alon's plate, his tummy is...

I'll do it. You take for yourself and Tom.

No, really, I want to do it because he's a bit...

It's okay, Miki, we know what he likes, he won't complain.

They uprooted you for just one year? I'd kill them. -Stop.

The kids at school are great, I think there's a Daniel Levi in your class.

She's tall and pretty. Tell her you're my cousin, she's really sweet.

We're driving down the Haifa beach on Saturday. Do you surf?

Karin, Sivan, come give us a hand.

Here you go, sweetie. - Thanks.

Want some soup? - No, thanks, Mom.

So, how's the station?

Hasn't changed. - It has.

When I was there, it was a strong station.

Now it's a laughing stock.

That's why I'm here.

Why do you need the hassle?

Why would an outstanding officer from Tel Aviv join this crappy station

after all you've achieved? - Why crappy, Mom?

For 20 years you nag me to come home and now you ask why I'm here?

Because you have a good job at a good place.

If you stayed there, you'd get promoted. What have you got here?

You, Mom.

You and your cooking. - Come on...

That's why I'm here, okay?

Thanks.

Hope you girls liked the food.

We got leftovers for a week.

We forgot to borrow milk, and our fridge is empty.

We'll go shopping.

First I want to show you girls something.

Come.

Dad, what's going on?

I used to come here a lot when I was your age.

Fishing?

Smoking.

Mind your step.

Well?

You like?

Awesome, isn't it?

Hand me the other one.

New. Never fired a single bullet.

Is it registered? - Of course not.

It's from the war reserve stock. I was a first sergeant at that base.

They won't know it's missing even 10 years from now.

Maor, let's wrap this up before our "friends" show up. -One sec.

What about Sivan? - She's a year younger.

But she can introduce you to friends. - She doesn't even know me.

She's your cousin.

This isn't something you can help me with.

Tomi...

I want you to feel comfortable here, to find your place.

It could take time, Dad, there're are no short cuts.

It sucks at first, but I'll manage.

It's alright so far.

If it gets really shitty, I'll let you know, okay?

Promise?

Okay.

Bye. - Bye, Dad.

Alon?

Sigal, wow. - I can't believe it.

Haven't seen you in ages. Wow...

You teach here? - I'm the principal.

What are you doing here? - Just dropped off my daughter.

I'm here now. - You moved back here?

For now, yes. With my wife and kid.

We arrived yesterday. - What grade is she in?

11th. Tom Shenhav.

Shenhav?

Wow... so... what about you?

Family? Kids? - A 13 year old son.

Nice. - Yep, it's just me and him.

His dad lives in Miami.

Ran even farther away than you did.

Gotta go.

Nice seeing you. - You too.

Was the detainee released? - Yes.

Found any weapons? - No.

But there was and still is an intent to murder.

We're looking for the guy who got away.

Locking horns already? It's your first day here.

Of course not. - It's not a good method.

This event exposed a serious problem in how the officers handle felons.

Those two patrol officers refused to search the felon.

Look, Alon, I don't know why you're here.

I didn't want you to take this job. To be perfectly blunt,

Weinberg appointed you, and I accept his decision.

He's district commander, it's his prerogative.

But from this point, I'm your commanding officer.

You have to adapt to me, not the other way around.

I know, I wasn't trying... - Wait, let me finish.

We're a small station, with responsibility to our residents,

to give them service regarding break-ins,

property issues, domestic violence... You know, the usual.

This felon, Maor Ezra... you ran into one of his troops.

He's a criminal way out of our league.

As I've told Weinberg, he should be dealt with on a national level.

We haven't the tools nor the manpower.

Nobody takes on his case because he's from Nahariya

and nobody cares about us, okay? That's why we must cleverly

handle the situation,

and thoroughly calculate the results of your actions

and their affect on the city. Why let innocent civilians get hurt

by igniting the area? - Because it's our job.

The police shouldn't give criminals a break.

If Maor Ezra is dangerous, then we must fight him.

Alon, the problem with folks like you is,

you know how to start the fire, but not how to put it out.

Want to keep the city safe? Lay low, do your job quietly,

and move on to the next job. We don't want wars here.

Is that clear?

Alon.

I got an address.

Yakir's? - Yes, he's still in town.

Asked my source to set a reconciliation meeting with Ezra.

Does Ezra know about this?

He called me directly. Knows what's best for him.

Good work.

Police. Open up.

Police.

I suggest you open the door before we kick it in.

We know you're in there, Yakir.

Nice to meet you. I'm Alon Shenhav. Can we come in?

No, go away.

It's okay, ma'am, we're cops.

Look, we're here to look out for you, okay?

We either talk inside or out here.

Yakir, if we found you, so can Ezra.

What happens now is, we'll take you down to the station

and decide what to do. No strings attached.

We want to protect you, Yakir,

but you've gotta help us, or it'll end badly for you.

Think of your parents.

Good. Let's go.

I'll go get my bag.

Yakir, open the door!

Yakir! - Yakir!

Damn...

He preferred to jump off the roof than come with us to the station.

He could've broken both his legs.

He's still worse off if Ezra catches him.

At first they thought

that Ezra's operation would expand and it wouldn't be our problem.

Thought he'd outgrow Nahariya, control the entire area.

They were counting on it. Gorodeski once said:

"In a year, the Caucasian mob will take him down."

But he's clever,

fooled us all.

Sharabi...

I know you want to help,

to protect the city, but you can't do this alone.

You just can't.

That's not exactly how it is.

When Weinberg offered me the job,

he also promised to recommend me for studying abroad, in the US,

which I've been trying to push for a while now.

It could open many doors for me. Some of those who completed the course

moved on to the attache's office in Washington.

I was there to do my fellowship. It's a whole new world.

I bet it is.

And what did Weinberg want?

A promise that you'd clean up Nahariya? - No, he just had to show his chiefs

that he brought in someone with experience.

Told me: "Go there for a year, get them back on their feet."

Listen to me, bro.

Leave Ezra alone, complete your year here,

and move on to the US.

Hi. -Hi.

Where's Tom? - At the boardwalk, with friends.

From school? - Would you believe?

By the way, do you know who runs the school?

Sigal. - Sigal who?

Your Sigal?

Oh... now I get why you were so eager to come back here.

Hungry? - Very.

What's for dinner?

Oh, no.

Relax, they're nice, from my neighborhood.

Kids, what are you doing here?

Hi, what's up? - Hi.

This is Tom. -Hi. - Hi, Tom.

She moved here from Tel Aviv. - Bummer...

When did you move here? - Yesterday.

Where do you live?

Not far from here, I guess. - "I guess..."

Nitzan, your brother's here. - Oh, man...

Nitzan, got any money? - How much do you need?

Just give him some.

Are you his bodyguard? Or do you carry an army rifle to impress girls?

That depends. Is it working?

At least be useful, get us some beers.

We've got some, if you want.

Wanna go? -Yes.

He's basically right.

The local police can't take on organized crime.

But there's no one else.

You think the National Unit will come for some felon from Nahariya?

In any case, my hands are tied,

if the station commander himself tells me not to take down a felon.

What does he want you to do? - Same thing they did until now.

Leave Ezra alone. Him and and his troops.

Are you seriously considering that?

Did you find my pills?

Nope. You haven't found them?

After you eat, take two pills with plenty of water.

Drink lots of water, it'll help you.

It's alright...

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Beat it.

You wanna get stabbed in the head?

You wanna spend the night under arrest?

Yikes, a cop...

You think I'm scared of cops?

Who the hell are you?

A bunch of pussies.

Go on, get lost.

Please, it's dangerous.

If something happens to them here, they'll burn down my store.

It's my livelihood. Please...

Edri...

I'll call you back.

You said Yakir has a debt at Maor Ezra's casino, right?

Where is that casino?

Sharabi, if you want a shot at arresting Maor Ezra,

you need to build a solid case, with surveillance, wiretapping...

You can't just cause a fuss. - A fuss is just what's in order.

Yakir escaped because the locals think cops are losers.

And why wouldn't they, if we run away from felons?

We can't go on like this.

So before we start building the case,

we have to remind people who has to fear who.

A felon is supposed to crap himself when he sees a cop.

Alon, we have to run it by Poleg. - Poleg will never approve it.

You can't do it without the station commander's approval.

Police!

On the floor!

Come back here!

Nobody move!

Hands on the wall!

Check their IDs.

Take them outside, Oded.

Copy that? - Copy.

All set.

Copy that? - Copy. Exiting with a detainee.

Let go, you faggot!

Just you wait!

Yoav...

For real? You think we're your pals?! Look at me!

Don't you ever talk back to a cop, got it?!

Take him in.

Got it? The circus is over!

Go upstairs, I'll be right there.

Don't hold Maor up for too long, he has to drive my mom home. -Got it.

I can't believe this place still exists.

What street did you grow up on? Yoseftal? -Katzenelson st.

He and I have been friends from 1st to 12th grade. Right?

We used to come here after a night in the big city, remember? -Yep.

He was into blonds.

Not original blonds, only dyed-blonds. -Both.

To avoid telling them we're from Nahariya,

we said we're from the Krayot. - Morons.

So are you Sharabi or Shenhav?

Here he's Sharabi. - Only here?

I changed my name after the army.

Oh. What did your dad say about that?

Tell him. - I was afraid to tell him,

kept putting it off,

but when I joined the police force, I had to.

So I sat him down, told him, expected to see his disappointment,

but he looked at me and with a straight face said:

"Alon, call yourself Hershkowitz for all I care,

"as long as you're an officer."

Good morning.

Did I wake you up?

What did you do last night? - I did my job.

Way to go. - Kudos on last night's bust.

Sharabi, Poleg wants a word with you.

I'll be there in 5. - I'll tell him.

This is where he lives? - Yes, why? No good?

Terrible. - Really?

Never mind. - Here he comes.

He's taking a bus next time.

At least he's hot.

What? - Nothing, cool uniform.

I have a remand hearing in an hour, you coming?

Drive!

Oded!

Call an ambulance!

Oded! Oded!

Nobody will blame you if you decide to leave.

I'm not going anywhere.

Alon, what happened today is just the beginning.

I hope you realize that.

If we start this war,

you must be willing to go all the way.

Because he won't give in. Do you understand?

Shutting down his casino or arresting his men won't be enough.

To truly go against Maor Ezra,

you need to speak his language.

Are you up for it?

If you are, then I'm with you all the way.