HOT presents.

Previously...

I'm in the middle of a murder investigation and every minute I spend here is another day of perversion of justice.

Your husband met here with De Langa the week before he died.

I want to know why.

He showed him a letter, that's all I know.

Yossi Morag, who was convicted of your husband's murder, corresponded with him after his release?

I went straight to Racheli Lehi and she told me to drop it.

Remember the number 5 bus?

When we got to the scene that morning?

It haunts me every second.

You and De Langa were talking about something else entirely, weren't you?

Some old investigation you were involved in.

I'll try to talk to him.

I'll try to get him back on his feet.

Did your wife make you so nervous you have to get up and run?

You've got no balls.

I came to tell you that Guzman isn't giving up and neither am I, I promise.

It's a weak case.

Don't you have any friends?

A boyfriend?

Atlas!

This shit doesn't come off.

With your permission, we will begin.

Silence, please.

Attorney Guzman, does your client understand Hebrew?

Did he read and understand the charges against him?

No, he didn't read it and he doesn't understand.

Excuse me.

He read and understood it, Your Honor, but he was dumfounded!

We were both dumfounded by the prosecution's countless lies, falsehoods and fabrications...

The State of Israel vs. Eliran Morag of Hamisha Street, Tel Aviv.

The facts: On May 3rd, 2015, at or around midnight, the defendant came to the lot in which the deceased was hiding, with the express intention of murdering him brutally, in cold blood, with malice aforethought out of pure vengeance... Sons of bitches!

Guzman, don't just sit there!

I will not have my courtroom turned into a circus!

I'll fuck your mother in the ass, y'hear?!

- Guzman... - Shut your mouth, loser!

- Get that punk out of here!

- Move.

- No respect!

- You said you'd help me!

- Shame on you!

- This hearing is adjourned!

- Didn't you say you'd help me?!

- This hearing is adjourned!

- Get him out of here.

- You said it was a weak case, - You said "don't give up"!

- Calm down.

- You lied to me, too?

- Calm down!

This hearing is adjourned!

Calm down, calm down.

Your father used to say, "You'll see, Guzman, one day the truth will prevail."

Luckily for him, he left us before his faith was utterly shattered.

If you've got another rabbit in your hat, Attorney Hispin, now's the time.

HOT and Herzliya Studios present.

The Exchange Principle.

Created by Noah Stollman, Oded Davidoff.

Director Oded Davidoff.

The peppers didn't do very well.

They didn't get enough water.

This is what you have to do.

Maybe we can still save them.

Someone once told me: Nothing will grow in a pine grove.

Who's the nut who told you that?

I'm trusting you not to ruin the garden, okay?

Water it, don't drown it.

And remember, in farming, the process isn't worth shit.

The results are all that matters.

Dad!

Look, I got my license.

I passed the first time, can you believe it?

I mean, I failed the written test four times, but still... Good for you.

- Did you come alone?

- Of course not, I need someone with me.

I don't know who gave this kid a license.

He drives just like his dad.

Like you.

I see private health care proved itself.

Very nice.

Go on, hug.

You're like a couple of teenagers.

This is just for now, until you sort things out.

Yes, it's fine.

You have a computer, internet, a full fridge, so make yourself at home.

Thanks.

Eviatar put up some of his less daring photos, turns out he develops them himself.

He's pretty good, isn't he?

They're very nice.

I prefer them to the ones from the morgue.

Atlas, you're not going to run to that girl from the DA's office the second we turn our backs, are you?

Or to Guzman?

- Or break into some office, are you?

- No, no.

- Send Eviatar on secret missions?

- I said no.

Because he isn't sure you're really staying.

I'm here, at home, on the porch.

He knows where to find me.

He can come talk to me if he's not sure.

Isn't it strange, Atlas, that you left me and Eviatar, for almost a year you turned your back on us in the most extreme way and yet you're mad at me?

I'm sorry.

- What did he give you, a lobotomy?

- That, too.

Mostly a lot of electric shocks.

So maybe cut this thing off now that you're domesticated.

I just might.

Atlas, you want some salad?

- Slow down, Eviatar.

- What?

I'm eating.

You don't want to get any air in the pipes.

At least he's eating from a plate.

- Good to have you back.

- I'm just saying.

Will they let you back on the police force?

I'm sure Mizrach will give you a recommendation.

I'm sure they'll let you back, at least as an instructor, won't they?

I don't know, but first I want to rest and spend time with you.

Really, I missed you very much.

Both of you.

It may not seem that way but I thought about you a lot.

And I'm... sorry about all my crazy ideas and... - Hi.

- Oh, sorry.

I just - wanted to get a toothbrush.

- Take whatever you need.

Sorry.

Well, I'll...

I'll be going.

Dad?

Hey, buddy.

Why aren't you asleep?

Why?

Because you're pacing around like a caged animal.

Yes, I know.

I'm not used to all this peace and quiet.

When I was on the streets I'd sleep with one eye open and one hand guarding my things.

On the streets you never really sleep.

During the day you can get some rest, - but it depends where.

- You could've come home.

Yes, I understand that now.

Go to sleep, son.

I'll tell you everything you want to know.

Really.

I promise.

- Good night.

- Good night.

"Why isn't he asleep???"

"I don't know, I guess he needs time."

"Mom, he's bullshitting us!!"

Why are you being such a wuss?

You got fat, too.

You always were a tourist, Atlas.

Coming and going...

I knew it.

Nothing but a tourist.

So I'm guessing it didn't work.

You think?

Breaking into some rich old lady's house?

"It didn't work..." It worked fine.

You have no idea how much you've helped me.

What's this?

We said 500.

I know, I didn't have enough.

My wife, that is.

I'll pay you back at the caravan.

You treat your son like crap, too?

Send him out to do your dirty work?

One day we'll get together and I'll tell you everything.

Sure.

We'll go on a date.

Salame.

Take care of yourself, okay?

Wow.

Is that you?

More or less.

Am I disturbing you?

You look great.

New clothes and all.

What?

No, these are my old clothes from home.

So you're back home, huh?

Yeah, you know, for now.

Until I... - Until I get my act together.

- Of course.

Makes sense.

- How's it going with you?

- Fantastic.

The DA's office said you took a sick day.

- Actually they said, "another sick day".

- Yeah.

They read Eliran Morag's indictment today.

It turned into a circus, and then Racheli found out I'd talked to him and she called me in but I didn't feel like talking to her.

Let her fire me, roll me up in a carpet.

I don't care.

Don't get rolled up yet.

This isn't over yet.

I thought it was.

I need you to get me the operations logs from the police archives.

Specifically, from the 6th and 7th of April, 2003.

From the South Tel Aviv station.

I'd do it myself but my ID expired.

- I don't think I can.

- It's easy.

The archives are run by retirees.

They don't keep track of anything.

It's not that I can't, I'm just not interested, Atlas.

Sorry.

I thought you gave it up.

That's what I thought during the three months I didn't hear from you.

What's this?

A letter.

From Yossi Morag to Ahituv.

"I'm sure you remember the horrible terrorist attack on the number 5 bus.

I was 15, "just a punk from the 'hood who didn't give a damn."

"But among the dead there was allegedly a guy named Orr Yofe..." Orr... Orr... Orr Zedek ("Light & Justice").

That's what they had written their arms!

Exactly.

Justice!

Keep reading.

"I say allegedly because to this day some people in the neighborhood" "think that what the family and the media were told wasn't true."

Folks here don't t believe that Orr Yofe was killed in the attack.

He had a motorcycle, he did deliveries, why would he get on a bus to central Tel Aviv at 7 a.m.?

And there was an eyewitness, someone who saw him get run over the night before the attack.

Ahituv was going to investigate but he... he never got a chance.

"Problem is, the eyewitness is an eccentric "who calls himself David Ben Gurion, "not someone you'd call a reliable witness."

"He says he reported it to the police that very night" "but nobody believed him.

Only the local kids believed him" "and those of us who were kids then still remember the story of Orr."

- How did you get hold of this?

- Doesn't matter.

What matters is, Racheli knew about the letter and made sure Guzman never saw it.

- Racheli?

No way.

- No?

If Guzman had shown this in court she'd have no motive for her case.

What Ahituv would've found out was that Orr Yofe's body arrived a the morgue on April 7th, 2003, on the morning of the number 5 bus attack.

He came in with a head wound caused by a vehicle.

A police vehicle.

And since there were another 20 or so bodies there that morning, they added him to the list.

I added him.

Who ran him over?

Who brought him to the morgue?

Atlas?

Superintendent Zvi Yavetz, "Abulafia," killed all those people.

For him, the police force is everything.

But with him it became pathological.

If Ahituv had exposed this story, Abulafia wouldn't be the only one to go down.

It'd be De Langa and everyone else involved, his superiors, everyone!

Because of him.

His one mistake.

And he couldn't let that happen.

Look, get me those logs.

I'll find the eyewitness and we'll put an end to this.

You and me.

Together.

Eliran will be cleared, we'll take down Racheli Lehi and everyone else who was involved.

We'll finally have justice!

Dita, listen to me, let's do what's right for once!

You understand this means you too, don't you?

Of course, what do you think I'm talking about?

Of course!

Get over here, you naughty boy!

I've been keeping tabs on you.

The things I've heard... You've been through some hard times.

But you're still on your feet and that's all that matters, right?

You even look great, by the way.

Maybe not great, but definitely acceptable.

I need a favor.

Anything for the Atlases.

The body from the number 5 bus?

The one we weren't sure about?

I need that report.

The whole file.

What do you mean, "the one we weren't sure about?"

His injuries weren't clear, they didn't look like impact wounds or burns or shrapnel injuries.

You asked me what do with him, don't you remember?

No.

I was outside with De Langa, you asked me to come in because the wounds didn't look right, how can you not remember?

I heard you, Atlas, but I'm telling you, I don't remember that!

Maybe it was a different attack or a different pathologist.

- Can I just see the file, please?

- No, you can't see the file!

You can't see it because all the files from 2007 back are in the archive in the old building and the floor is flooded and the municipality sealed off the building.

Besides, there's no point, Atlas.

Because there was no problem.

Really.

You're just confused, or... Maybe it's just hard for you to let go.

You sent Eviatar here, didn't you?

To develop those negatives.

I know.

You have to let go.

You're right.

Have a seat, Dita.

You have something to tell me?

I can see you do.

You're staring at me like it was me who crossed a line yesterday.

As if I spoke to a defendant like he were my client, as if I was the one who undermined the foundations of the case.

What did you promise him?

Nothing.

I just told him it was a weak case and not to give up hope.

How did Guzman know to talk to Hamada?

You were sent to proofread the indictment.

The next day Guzman comes to me with news about a key witness in the Morag case.

I don't know, Dita.

I think you went too far.

Even worse, you betrayed me.

Speak up.

If you have something to say, now's the time because after this conversation, Dita, you're going to your office, to pack your things and go home to your Mother.

- I'd rather not.

- Beg your pardon?

I'd rather not pack my things or go home to my Mother but I'd be glad to go upstairs and get to work.

And maybe you shouldn't talk to me about going too far.

What did you just say?

Dita, Dita, Dita, stop, stop, get back here!

Dita!

Get back here!

- Sasha?

Hi, I'm Dita Hispin.

- Hello there.

- We spoke on the phone... - Oh, okay, okay, okay.

Let's see...

Date, station code, precinct code oh, here's the catalog number.

- Here.

- Thanks, Sasha.

"Evidence Storage."

"Evidence to be Destroyed."

"A.

Morag."

Someone tore out the pages from those exact dates.

Of course.

He committed murder to cover up the case, why not destroy evidence, too?

So how do we verify the story about the accident?

There's that eyewitness, that Ben Gurion character, - how will you find him?

On Facebook?

- I'll find him.

Now look at this.

Every contact leaves a trace.

Did I ever tell you that?

The body hit the ground with such force that it left this imprint on his shoulder.

- What does it matter?

- "What does it matter?"

Dita, it's a unique mark!

It links the body to the scene of the crime!

Not the mark, Atlas, everything.

Everything is rotten.

- Abulafia, Racheli, De Langa... - Wait, hold on.

De Langa may be slippery, but rotten... We all are.

You, me.

We're all lying to each other, I don't know what I'm doing any more.

Dita, Dita, listen.

This imprint, the testimony, the letter.

We aren't crazy, we aren't imagining things.

This is the truth!

This is our body of evidence!

Dad?

- What's up, man?

- Where're you going?

Just going out for some fresh air.

Go back to sleep.

No, I'm up.

Wait, I'll come with you.

No, it's okay, I'm... just going for a walk.

It'll be boring.

We'll do something together when I get back, okay?

Just give me an hour.

Two.

I'm all right, don't worry.

Really.

Did you see the pictures?

- What?

- The pictures!

The photos I had framed for you, that I developed myself, that I put up in your room.

Did you look at them?

Of course I did.

They're really good.

I told Mom, you have a great eye.

Describe them to me.

Describe one.

Eviatar, if you want to talk, put on your shoes and we'll go somewhere, okay?

Describe one detail.

You're a detective, aren't you?

A forensic investigator?

Describe one detail.

Of course you can't, because you didn't even see them.

Not them, not me, not Mom, nobody.

Nobody!

You're such a liar, a charlatan, you didn't recover, you lied to the doctor, too.

You just lie and lie and lie!

In the photo on the left are two yeshiva students, one with glasses, talking on the phone, the other's holding a plastic bag and smoking a cigarette.

It could be a Lucky Strike, judging by the filter.

Behind them is a girl on a bike with a chain around her waist, she's on the phone too.

Her hair is dyed.

I don't know what color because it's in black and white.

Should I go on?

Why didn't you visit me for eight months?

Did you even wonder how I was doing?

I told you, I thought about you all the time, both of you.

Did you care that I got kicked out of school?

Did you know I transferred?

How would I know?

You didn't say a word.

I tried, but you kept cutting me off or sending me to spy on De Langa or God knows what.

You just don't care.

You're a...

Son of a bitch!

That's what you are!

You don't give a shit about me or anybody else, - you didn't even visit me once!

- I couldn't, I told you... Liar!

You didn't want to!

You just wanted us out of your life!

You didn't want to see us again!

That's what you wanted!

Yes!

I wanted to escape my miserable life, is that what you want to hear?

From my fat son who eats like a pig and can't do anything with himself, and a wife who treated me like a charity case before I even was one!

Leave me alone!

Go away!

See?

Here.

This is exactly where I met him when I was talking to you.

He said his name was Dabag.

I figured, okay, weird name, I didn't know they were initials.

Initials for what?

David Ben Gurion.

DBG.

You know what Ben Gurion said?

"If you want to make history - "you have to forget history".

- Oh, yeah?

He also said that in 30 years you'd only see Hassidim in museums.

So what do we do?

We wait.

What are we waiting for?

For him.

Just sit here?

What if it takes two days?

If we leave, we might miss him.

If we wait, he'll come.

So why are we looking for this Dabag character?

In the spirit of openness.

You already said I eat like a pig.

What do you have to hide?

He witnessed an accident that happened here 12 years ago.

That you investigated?

Indirectly.

I'm bored.

Are you Dabag?

Can I have a word with you?

Dad!

Dad!

He's here!

He's here.

I thought you'd be glad.

That's not what I meant by pulling a rabbit out of your hat.

Attorney Hispin, I didn't ask you to break the law.

Do we believe he's innocent or don't we?

Because I do.

That's irrelevant, there are ways to do these things.

- Oh, yeah?

Like you did with Yossi?

- That's unfair and that's beneath you.

Someone planted that button in order to frame Eliran.

It's false evidence.

How do you know that someone planted it?

Do you have testimonies?

Eyewitnesses?

You have nothing!

Dita, you're going to put that evidence back right now, and pray that no one noticed it was missing.

I can't put the evidence back because I sent the whole box to be incinerated.

I can't believe this!

It happens, stickers get switched, boxes get misplaced.

- I can't believe it!

- It's done.

It's done?

Yes.

You think you're acting on behalf of justice?

You're not!

You've gone past the point of no return.

You can no longer practice the law!

You've disqualified yourself!

We have to work within the law or there's no point.

In the next episode... Atlas tricked you.

He tricked Eviatar, he tricked me.

Dabag, wait up.

Yossi Morag told us about you.

He said you know what happened.

Atlas, you have to tell them what happened there.

Dad, come see!

You're a genius!

I got a strange phone call.

Why did Guzman ask to see the evidence the very day after it was incinerated?

Abu, I'm sending a squad car.

Stay where you are.

Yossi Morag was the perfect fit.

He's about to make the biggest mistake of his life.