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The plot of this series is purely fictional

Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental

-You idiot. -What's the matter, bro?

You work hard last night and can't get up?

And your girlfriend, religious, my foot. She's a slut.

Not that it's any of your business, but Amy slept in my bed

-because your friend took hers. -His back hurts!

Don't touch that, I'm warning you...

Bro, a man can't sleep with two peaches between his legs

without letting it all out. What are you, a faggot?

Yes.

Yes, I'm a faggot. You got a problem with that?

-Just try me, you butt rustler. -Leave him alone.

Amy, Amy, it's okay, this midget is just scaring himself.

Your mother's a midget, you fuck.

And you? I'm surprised at you, where's your self-respect?

-Drop the knife! -Let's all calm down.

Drop the gun.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Just the main artery, three centimeters lower, Amy.

Gilad, who authorized you to take your gun from the closet?

I'm glad you're getting to know one another,

but we have a briefing in ten minutes.

Move.

Motherfucker.

Okay, people, this is what we know.

Gregory Begach and Alexander Sidorov,

two locals with criminal records mainly for drug offenses.

We documented them transferring money to this man,

Nikolai Kirikesh, an accountant with a few legitimate clients,

but it's only a front for his real dealings,

money laundering on a huge scale. Our people made contact with him one day before they were murdered.

-Why did they make contact? -Doris and Aaron's assignment

-was to examine... -Can I have the pen?

...If drug money is making its way to terrorist organizations.

-Give it back. -Sure.

We know that major funding of terrorist operations

comes from the supply of drugs to crime organizations.

-Take Hizbollah, for example. -Nice?

Give me that. Give it to me! Can I have my watch back?

Mr. Hariri...

Kotel.

Mitzi.

Fine... Here.

What's so funny?

We still don't know the motive for Doris and Aaron's murder.

Amy, Gilad, Tobi, you're on the accountant.

Let's find out how and for whom this man is laundering the money.

One of his clients could very well be the killer.

Mr. Hariri, your team will make direct contact with the targets

under the guise of a business proposition.

What's that?

He wants us to be his stooges to stiff an ace.

Then why doesn't he say so?

Based on the Interpol file, Gregory Begach has a day job.

He's a bouncer at a local whorehouse.

I think we'll start there.

And who will pay for the goods, the State of Israel?

No one is paying and no one is buying,

first we have to find out who we're up against.

Oh, yeah?

If you think this is the way to get to those misfits' boss, you're wrong.

Liron, don't sell yourself short, you're a serious man

making a serious business proposal.

-Any questions? -Yes, I have two questions.

One, what are these guys' security level

and two, who in the office authorized you to cooperate with them?

Regarding authorization, you have here the head of training

who is in direct contact with the head of Mossad.

Address all complaints and questions to her.

As for security classification and your concern in general,

as long as you're my trainee, in my course, you'll do as I say,

is that clear?

I don't get why you had to go to Ukraine to make sure the course was packed up

Was the Sarcophagus procedure executed?

Yes.

Then tomorrow morning you and the report are in my office.

-That will be very irresponsible. - Excuse me?

I need more time here, these are young people,

-what happened unsettled them. -Okay, how much time do you need?

A few days.

- You have 48 hours. -72.

You're arguing with me?

I don't want to take trainees with PTSD through border control

-and risk a diplomatic crisis. -48 hours, take it or leave it.

-Mitzi, do you hear me? -I hear you. -You remember what we said? -Yes, sir.

You don't make direct contact with Gregory.

contact with the target is always through a third party,

you wait patiently for the right moment and divulge the relevant details.

-What are the relevant details? -What is this? A final exam?

Hariri, vacation, casino, hotel,

they should only call the number you gave them, okay?

-Good luck, Mitzi. -And to you, sir.

We lost contact.

Liron, can you tell me why Mitzi removed the earphone?

-I told him to. -That's not what we discussed.

You send someone in to make a deal with a wire,

-he's doomed. -Liron, we have to trust one another.

Go fuck yourself.

Don't look at me like that, they have their own codes, we have to adapt.

-Fine, but once they make contact I'm in. -In as what?

I agreed to help you, not to cooperate with them.

-You agreed to do this my way. -Your way?

They're criminals, you can't trust criminals.

Avi, I appreciate what you're doing for me, but...

let's face it, field work is not your forte.

I don't doubt your skills. We're a team, okay?

Where to?

Everything's fine, don't feel threatened.

Where's the Madam?

Hey, where's the Madam?

Welcome to Pink Flamingo. Did someone offer you a drink?

No, no, alcohol is not good for the body, you know, very dangerous.

If you want to take good care of your body,

you've come to the right place.

Instead of alcohol, maybe you have...

For this you pay separately.

No problem.

Let's see what can be arranged.

Girls?

What are we doing here, Liron?

-Where? On earth? -No, here, in Kiev.

Oh, 'cause I thought you wanna philosophize again.

Liron, every day we're not home we're taking a hit.

Musli is taking over the money change business,

Shalom is moving in on recycling, the brothers totally diss us,

we won't have anything to go home to. Give me credit, I know what I'm doing.

That snake won't help you solve your father's death,

if that's what this is about.

Now that he thinks you're "working" for him.

Let's make a move, let's cut off his head and go home.

-Hey, girls. -Hi.

Can I ask you a question?

But you have to answer for real, huh?

For real.

When you're at work, do you enjoy it?

Only if it's someone special, like you.

You don't say...

-Did you see anything you like? -They are all beautiful.

Fuck!

The best material.

How much?

For our guests, 50 Euros per gram.

Come sit.

Sit.

Listen, I'm from Israel, importer, I work with the Hariri family.

-Hariri? -Hariri, yes,

check in Google and you will see right away who is it. Hariri.

Check, check.

My big boss come to Ukraine. You know, casino, vacation...

Let's make a deal.

Such material in such price we can do a lot of business.

This is not the time and not the place, Mister.

I will prepare five more grams when you finish.

What do you mean, "Five grams?"

I'm talking to you about serious business.

Many, many kilos.

I give you commission, good commission, I promise you.

-Mister, I ask you to leave. -What what?

I am not drug dealer, my business is legal and respectable.

What you got is part of our services.

A man offers you a commission and you throw him out?

What, you're too proud to do with me business?

Grish!

-What do you want, you oaf? -Easy, please.

Easy easy.

I will take your phone number, Mister, okay?

Would you like to give me your number?

Take.

Thank you.

My big boss will be in Intercontinental Hotel, okay?

Now listen to me,

you call me, I call my boss Hariri,

he will buy many, many, many kilos.

I give you commission, good commission, I promise you.

And you, you bring Nikolai Kirikesh,

big wad of cash. Yes?

You happy, Nikolai happy,

everyone happy.

Gregory, happy?

Yeah, I'm happy.

And now, pleasure.

Get over here, cuties.

Damn! Let's party.

We contacted the people with the goods. Gave them this number. You can move on.

Okay, let's roll.

Let's go.

My aunt, she...

she died yesterday.

My dear girl,

-I'm so sorry for your loss. -Thank you.

With all the sadness I'd like to take care of the business

as soon as possible so I can go home.

-I miss my family. -Of course, of course.

Did you check in which bank she had the account?

-Because the last time-- -Last time...

-I wasn't completely honest with you. -No?

Like I told you before, my aunt left behind lots of money, but...

she didn't believe in banks.

So... you have the money... in cash.

Your aunt was smart.

What I'm suggesting, you have a business in your name,

it supposedly requires the minimum investment and yields...

high interest.

So... what do you have in mind?

Sad as it may be,

there is a large influx of refugees

that need places to sleep, a roof over their heads.

Real estate is the way to go, ma'am.

-Hi. -Hi.

We made contact with the Ukrainians, I'm going to the hotel.

-You were out shopping? -What do you think?

-You like? -Who are you supposed to be?

Natalie Reisman, 33.

I'm a Pilates instructor, but I kinda retired since I met Liron.

-Do you want to hear how we met? -No, no need.

How about this? Nice, huh? I couldn't wear heels with you.

Liron came to Ukraine alone, to do some gambling,

-meet the Ukrainians and that's it. -Don't you find his behavior odd? First he wants to kill us and then... what?

This is what I do, Avi,

-I recruit. -And this is what I do, monitor recruits.

No way.

Listen, we have 48 hours to figure out what happened here.

It doesn't sound like much, we both know that a whole lot can go wrong in 48 hours.

Can I ask you a question?

Who's watching your kid while you're here?

-What's that got to do with this? -You're not here out of concern for me,

but out of concern for yourself, for some R&R overseas

and to play "let's pretend."

This is no game, people are getting killed.

Don't butt into my work.

I say one word to the Mossad chief and this whole thing shuts down.

So get over your reluctance and anger and start cooperating.

That guy rubs me the wrong way.

Okay, let's begin.

Okay, Nikolai was much friendlier this time,

maybe because he met Tobi thanks to me.

In any case, he didn't volunteer more information than the last time.

No, but he said enough, real estate, that's how he launders the money.

The official story is that there's some foundation in Qatar

that buys all the apartments for the refugees,

probably a straw company. Look.

We need more, addresses, amounts, properties, client lists.

If we figure out who he's working for, we'll figure out who killed our people.

You have a date with Nikolai today, right?

-No, not that I know of. -Then set it up.

We have to get into his computer.

Can you keep him out of his office long enough?

I think I'll manage.

It has to happen tonight. You enter from the bottom

through the organization, a poor refugee from Tadmor.

Maybe Idlib is better, it's closer to my Arabic dialect.

Your call, Professor.

-You wear an earphone and guide him. -Okay.

You'll have to do this alone.

-Are you up to it? -Of course.

-Tobi? -Of course.

Can't you wait a few minutes?

Why do you let him pussy whip you?

Where's your dignity? Are you a whore?

Don't worry, Kotel, we don't have sex with the targets.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Why do you even care, huh? I can tell that you're very intrigued.

It's more personal than you're letting on, huh?

Lucky for you I don't hit broads.

If you want to talk, Kotel, I'm here.

Did Yona fill you in?

That we're a couple? Yes.

Good. This is background material, where we met, how we met.

No problem.

Netalie.

-Is that a problem? -Netalie.

-I hear you're a psychologist. -Yes.

So this is your psych evaluation of me?

That my girlfriend has to look like a bimbo?

We better behave like a couple because people will be watching.

By the way, I wanted to apologize for yesterday.

-I'm not a violent person. -You don't say.

You don't judge a person in a moment of anger.

So you no longer want to kill us?

I never wanted to kill you.

I'm moved.

You're not really on board with his plan, are you?

Not at all.

Up until now every attempt by the Mossad to operate criminals was a failure.

Really?

-And why is that? -Because criminals like you...

always have a vested interest.

Maybe you're just waiting for the right time

-to do what you came here to do. -Maybe.

Maybe you're wrong.

Maybe criminals love their country, just like you.

Did you enjoy dinner?

Yeah.

It was very good, thank you.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Sure.

Since when are you... out?

Since always.

At the age of 16 my parents asked me

if it's possible that I'm attracted to men.

I said yes.

And what did they say?

They told me to be careful and gave me a pack of condoms.

You're kidding.

No.

Gilad, where are you?

I'm here.

Okay, I have eyes on the street, you can begin.

Fuck!

I'm in.

-There's an alarm on the right side. -I saw.

I need a password.

Turn off the computer, insert the on-key and turn it on again.

Look at this,

my wife Lorena and my children, Andrei and Valeria.

Nobody knows.

I mean... except those... who know.

It's not easy living a lie.

And what are you doing here?

It's not a lie?

Why do you think it's a lie?

Because both of us would prefer to go home right now.

Am I right?

Actually, I have to get up early tomorrow,

I have an early shift at the clinic, so...

Don't worry,

you'll be in the clinic on time.

Amy...

Okay, I'm in.

Do you believe in cause and effect?

Start looking for folders with names of streets.

-Who are you talking to? -It can be anywhere, in pictures,

Excel, Word... Look everywhere.

Listen, Amy, I think I got a sign today. A sign from the Creator.

But I'm not sure what it means, maybe you can help me?

Keep your distance.

Why are you so mean?

Last night with that guy who looks like a Nazi you didn't have a problem, huh?

Fuckin' shit!

Hello?

Yes, yes, Madam, it's me, yes. I'm glad to hear you.

We'll make a good business, I promise you.

Yes.

Thank you.

Mitzi set up a meeting. Tomorrow morning, here in the lobby.

Good.

-What? -I want you to go back to the apartment,

I'm uncomfortable leaving the trainees with these guys.

And I'm uncomfortable leaving you alone with him.

What do you think will happen?

Liron, can I talk to you in private? -What kind of game are you playing? -Are you drinking on assignment?

You're getting on my nerves. Real bad.

You recruited a criminal, my job is to analyze recruits, maybe someone here should do their job.

Where are you taking us?

Don't worry, you won't be disappointed.

Well? You have nothing to ask me?

You said analysis, didn't you?

-I'll help you, let's mess with his mind. -Stop.

You remind me of someone, you know?

How original.

I mean it.

Some people are attracted to warmth. I'm attracted to cold.

How's that for self analysis?

Who was she?

A criminal lawyer, of all people.

What do you have to say about that, Ms. Psychologist?

-Self destruction. -No.

Love.

No big difference.

That place I was at today there was a picture.

The girl in the picture, her name is Tatiana,

a whore who died in my arms.

You killed her?

Kotel says I did, because I didn't wipe up the puddle.

She slipped and smashed her head into the wall.

And today I saw her again.

Now, I'm asking you, Amy, what are the odds?

What are the odds I'd see a picture of her in that place?

There are a million whorehouses in Kiev.

Mitzi, you're bothering me.

I think he took her. God, that is,

and he put her picture right in front of my face.

It's a sign.

In Ukraine of all places, near Uman, all my sins, right in front of my face.

-Why did you bring us here? -This is the safest place.

There is no forgiveness for me.

Shit! Shit! Gilad, they're there. The car's outside. Get out now.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Fuck!

Maybe... maybe we can stay here in the car.

Nikolai, Nikolai... No.

-Wait, wait a second. -Let me go!

Who sent you?

Who sent...

Shit!

Shit!

Shit, shit...

Yona, listen, something went very wrong.

Okay, calm down. Talk to me.

It's Nikolai, he's... dead. I... I think I killed him.

You killed Kirikesh?

The best contact we had? You idiot!

Yona, he had a gun. I didn't have a choice, I had to...

Tobi, move the body and get out of there with Gilad

as fast as possible, you hear?

What?

Give me a hand.

Watch it.

-I'm gonna be sick. -Gilad, this isn't the time. Focus.

The cops are outside, get outta there now!

Let's go.

Are you coming? Soon.

What's this? Feeling hormonal?

Not now, Kotel, not now.

How was your date?

Kotel, don't mess with me.

-What's wrong? Your butt hurts? -I killed a man, that's what.

You want to be next? Who did you kill?

Your date?

No. A different target.

Your first?

He has a wife, kids.

You know what I think when I whack someone? That I'm doing him a favor.

The world...

you take out a piece

and it reorganizes itself

and nothing's missing.

Kotel, do me a favor, leave me alone.

Most of the people I whack are just like me,

people who were born into a world that is all shit

and they became criminals.

But even people who were born into a world that is all good, suffer.

Just as much.

Sometimes even more.

All I'm trying to say is that not existing is best.

I don't understand why people are so afraid of it.

You're a fuckin' psycho.

But thanks for trying to cheer me up, it's very sweet of you.

-Sweet? -What, too gay?

I know it's how you were created,

it's not your fault.

Man, your ex-wife is amazing.

Who divorces a woman like that?

Let's stay focused, they'll be here any minute.

Mr. Hariri, my name is Mark Golov.

Nice to meet you. Come, join us.

If you don't mind, we prefer something less public.

There's a nice VIP room in this hotel, we have already reserved it.

What's wrong with the lobby? I like the lobby.

The lobby is the place to talk about the weather,

not about business.

Just come, please.

Stay here.

Yes, honey, I'll be right back. Order yourself a drink.

Something stinks,

first meeting in a public place, that's the rule.

I guess they didn't hear about the rule in the Ukraine.

So, Mr. Hariri,

I understand that you're interested in our goods.

Yes, it was recommended to me by my expert.

Yes, your expert,

it seems that he knew a lot not only about the goods,

but also about our organization.

For example, he knew about Nikolai.

Nikolai... What about Nikolai?

He's very important to us,

a VIP, just like this room.

Somehow very soon after your man came to us,

Nikolai disappeared and we can't find him anywhere.

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

Do you want to make a deal with us? You'll have to be open with us.

Where's Nikolai, Mr. Hariri?

I told you, I have nothing to do with it.

I believe that's for you.

I have asked you a question politely.

Now until you give me an answer...

Motherfucker!

I hope it was really a misunderstanding.

If it's true, you'll get your beautiful girlfriend back soon

and we'll be able to do the business. Good-bye, Mr. Hariri.

Ibrahim Salah, formerly from the Iraqi faction of Al Qaeda, now a member of ISIS.

ISIS has Avigail?

Please let me go.

You don't treat Hariri that way and get off scot free.

Get me in, under cover.

Where is she?

I'm risking my life, here, my friends will be my enemies,

do you get what I'm saying?

This is war.

Mr. Hariri, you're in my way.