Asylum City (2018–2019): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript

- Three years ago

Mr. Yavin?

I'm Yehoshua Borochov,
Attorney Yehoshua Borochov.

Nice to meet you.
-You don't remember me,

but I represented several of
Aharonson's former employees. -Oh.

Sorry, I don't...
-No, of course, of course.

A good accountant
never looks updrom his computer.

To your credit.

So I gather you no longer work there.
-No.

That's a shame, because you're a very
gifted man. You've impressed me.

I have? Sorry, but how?
-Where do you currently work?



I'm checking out different options.
Perhaps I'll freelance.

May I?

Thank you.

I'm assuming you've parted with Aharonson
not in the best of ways.

Excuse me?

All because of that issue
with the Chinese.

Which happens.

So you did a little inside-trading,

big deal.

Everybody does,
even Aharonson did it,

but you got caught,
which is a big shame,

and it pains me to see gifted people
get thrown under the bus

by self-righteous people
like Aharonson.

What was your name again?



Attorney Yehoshua Borochov.

Mr. Borochov,
with all due respect,

I don't know you, and I haven't a clue
what you're talking about.

Boaz, Boaz,
relax,

I'm not with the police
nor from the Israel Securities Authority,

but I do know a lot of things.

Let's go eat somewhere normal and
I'll tell you about your next workplace,

which believe me,
pays way better than Aharonson.

I don't want to get in trouble,
I've had enough. -Trouble?

Why get in trouble?
On the contrary.

If you don't come with me
you could get in trouble,

because a new workplace

that's looking to cover its own ass,

might not be so welcoming
to a man like you,

who's committed an offense
worth four years in prison.

Especially now,
with your wife pregnant

and a 15-year mortgage to pay off
plus eight months

as well as the 60,000-shekel loan
you never told your wife you took out.

But if you don't want my help,

suit yourself, as they say.

Yes and July August Productions
present

Series created by:
Eitan Tzur, Uzi Weil, Liad Shoham

Based on a novel by Liad Shoham

Hani Furstenberg

Dvir Benedek

Doron Ben David,
Ori Yaniv, Sean Mongoza,

Alon Padot, Michael Afwerki,
Nati Ravitz

Original Score
Avi Balleli

Editors:
Boaz Leon, Ido Muhrick

Cameraman:
Moshe Mishali

Producers: Yochanan Kredo, Assa Saxon,
Eilon Ratzkovsky, Guy Jacoel

Scriptwriter: Uzi Weil

Director: Eitan Tzur

Asylum City

"Your call is being transferred
to the voice mailbox.

"You've reached the voice mailbox of...
Boaz Yavin."

Boaz, I'm waiting for an update.
You're not answering your phone.

This is unacceptable, is that clear?

I want constant contact with you.

Whether things go smoothly or not,
if there is or isn't a problem,

we have to stay in contact.

Anyway, call me back.

- Buenos Aires, Argentina -

So many papers, hey?

But it's all worth it,

wouldn't you agree, Mr. Boaz?
-Yes, yes.

So here..

here...

and the very last one, here.

And that is it.

Okay, thank you very much.
-No, no, no, thank you, Mr. Boaz.

And please convey to Mr. Faro
my many, many congratulations.

We hope to meet him someday.
-Okay, I will, I will.

Please,
will you be our guest tonight?

We'd very much like to take you out,
to show you the city,

maybe to go to a good club?

I'm sorry, but I'm a little tired.

Are you sure?

You will like this club very much.

I'm sure, but...

I don't feel so good
from the flight, so...

It's okay, it's like you say,

to each his own, yes?

We leave you then.

Mr. Faro will go over all this
and he will be in touch.

Great, great.
-Okay.

It was lovely to meet you.
-You too, you too.

Thank you very much, goodbye.

Galit.

Hey. -Hi.

Can I see you in your office for a sec?
-Sure.

What's up?

Remember you told me Yariv Ninio
was prying into the murder case?

Yes. -So, regarding the complaint
Michal filed against him...

Regarding the Foreign Ministry report?
-Yes. How serious is it?

Well, it depends.
-On what?

If that report ever existed?
-No, that's not the issue,

the issue is that in court
Yariv said he never saw that report.

Okay? Now, if Michal had evidence
that he's lying

and he did get hold of that document,
that means he lied to the court,

and that is serious.
-How serious?

What's the penalty?

Why do you ask?

I'm checking out something.
-What?

Something. Don't worry.
I'll tell you If I find anything concrete.

So what can they do to him
if he lied in court?

He could be disbarred.
-Okay.

His attorney license
would be revoked.

From there, it depends.
Politically speaking,

they can make a fuss,
but it's still a criminal offense.

He could end up in jail for this.

But the complaint was closed?
-The case was closed, yes.

Look, there's no evidence,
there never was.

Perhaps Michal had,
but she's no longer...

Besides nobody wants to deal with it,
it's politically volatile, so...

the complaint "died".
-Much like the girl who complained.

Look, I'm not sure
where you're going with this,

but I really hope
you know what you're doing.

If I'm to stall the indictment,
you'll need to bring me something ASAP.

Alright, thanks.

I don't get what she wants.
-What does she want?

She walks into my office as though
to ask a few questions, and bam!

"Did you know Michal?"
What's the difference?

The murderer is already in jail.
-What exactly did she ask?

What did she ask?
The one thing I can't tell her

if I was at Michal's apartment.
-What?

was drunk, you and drank a lot,
I can't remember a thing.

You never told me you went to her place.
-Well, I was drunk, I can't remember.

I don't think I went there.
-You don't remember?!

You asked me to give you an alibi,
and you can't remember?!

Even if I was, Kobi, come on!
Do I strike you as a murderer?!

Am I some insane serial killer?
Even if I went there,

and I didn't, I didn't...

but even if I did, so what?
I'm not some...

You asked me to say that I was with you
till 1:00 am when I wasn't. -Fine.

Not till 1:00 am. -That's why I'm
consulting with you, you're my friend.

I was drunk, I went blank.
All the more so, could I kill someone

in the state I was in?
I barely made it home, Kobi, get real!

Kobi!

Fine.

But that cop with her questions...

Fucking bitch.

"Ein HaKore 1 -
New projects for investment"

Call me if there's any problem, okay?

Thanks. -My pleasure.
-Thank you.

My pleasure. Bye.

Hey.
-Hi. Come in.

Is it okay if I shut the door?
-Go right ahead.

Is something the matter?
You seem dramatic.

You asked me yesterday about
Yariv Ninio's involvement in the case.

That's right.
-What I'm about to tell you

stays between us,

and so are our meetups.

I could get kicked out
of the police force for this. -Of course.

And stop all your
private investigating activities.

Okay.

We found someone's blood
on Michal's door,

and it wasn't Gabriel's.

Whose then?

I don't know, he's not in the system,

all I know is,
it belonged to a white person.

Okay.

And I suspect
that it's Yariv Ninio's blood.

Really?

Why?

What was he doing there?
-I believe he went there to talk with her

about the Foreign Ministry report
and her complaint against him,

which could've really
gotten him in trouble, and...

things got out of hand.
-"Out of hand"?

Are you suggesting he killed her?

Right now it seems
a lot more logical than the bank.

Okay.

So there actually was a report?

I believe so. Question is,
how did Michal know about it.

Did she have any friends
at the Foreign Ministry?

I worked with her day in, day out,
knew all her friends,

which weren't too many,
and none was from the Foreign Ministry.

Wow.

Perhaps someone from her past?
High school? University? -Could be.

Check out her profile.

Wow.

"All-out rally
against deportation"

Wow, it's so strange,
visiting a page...

of someone who's gone.

Click on "Friends from University".

Click on this guy.

Works at "Intel".

Click her home town.

Home town...
-Good, fewer people.

What about him?

"Atty. Yigal Weismann"

A Iawyer.

What are you searching by?

Someone who looks like
a Foreign Ministry employee? -Yes.

Wait, go back.
This guy went to university with her.

Check out his photos.
-Liberia, Namibia,

Narundi... it's him.

Tomer Cohen.

Fucking Facebook.

Yes, talk to me.

Hold on.

Yes, talk.

It's done, everything went smoothly.

The people you talked about were there,
and I signed all the papers.

I got a hard copy,
which I'll bring over for you to read.

Of course.
So it went smoothly?

Well...

Don't "well" me.
You keep missing my calls.

Boaz, it doesn't work that way.
-But I was at the meeting.

It doesn't matter.
I call, you answer.

Alright, I...

You what? Tell me.

No, it's fine,

Can I be honest with you?

Of course, that's why I sent you.

Something's fishy.

What do you mean, "fishy"?

I mean, these people...

they look kind of shady to me.

Well, not shady, but...

you can't really tell
what's going through their minds.

Boaz, Boaz, Boaz...

Who'd you think these people are?
Ballet dancers?

What? No.

That's the type, that's the business.

They don't trust you
anymore than you trust them. -Okay.

Fine.

Okay? Everything's alright.

Come back, show me the papers
and we'll talk.

Okay, but I'm flying back tomorrow.

Not today?
-No, I don't feel so good.

threw up...

I booked a flight for tomorrow.

Okay, okay, feel good.

Thanks.

Well...

Sure, I knew her,

we grew up together,

but I have no idea what..

We didn't really keep in touch.
-You didn't? -No.

Because you appear
in her phone call log.

We spoke twice or three times.

What about?
-I don't know, stuff.

I bumped into her on the street,
we said we'd talk, so we talked.

When was this?
-I don't remember,

a month or two ago.
Can't remember exactly.

I'm asking because I believe you told her
about a secret Foreign Ministry report,

one she wasn't supposed
to know about.

No, no, there was no such report.
-Yes, there was, and you know it,

and your friend Michal babbled about
what you told her and now she's dead.

Tomer, I know you care

that people are being deported
and then killed,

and about your friend Michal,
so help me out here.

Tell me what happened so I can
find the fuckers who did this

and send them to prison for good.
-I want nothing more than to help you,

but there was no such report,
not to my knowledge.

What are you doing here?
What do you want?

Are you from the Embassy?
-What's going on here?

He's from the Embassy,
he came here to make trouble.

Are you from the Eritrean Embassy?
-Of course not.

Nobody knows him.
-So where are you from?

I'm from Eilat.
-He asked about Ermi.

Is he here? I need to deliver him
a message from his family.

He's not here.
You need to go, now.

Tell your Embassy
to send more convincing actors.

Goodbye.

We need to do this as a joint effort.
Talk to your people,

I'll talk to mine and we'll move on
from there, the proper way.

Thanks, guys.
Good luck.

How're you doing, Yariv?
Sit down.

How am I doing?
Fine, except that...

Except what?

Remember you told me
to handle the refugee issue for you?

You did a great job.
The work of a saint.

Okay, but...

we said it would be temporary
and that afterwards you'd...

get me into one
of the more private bureaus...

I will, what's the rush?

I'd rather that happened
sooner than later.

I feel worn out,

I've gotta quit
the State Attorney's office.

Always the same cases,
same people...

it might be charitable work,
but I feel like a robot.

I want to...

I have nowhere to move up
if I'm stuck there, so... -Look,

this whole refugee issue

has an expiry date.

Meaning?

That they won't be here for much longer.
-What do you mean?

Well, we may have found
a possible solution

that would solve this problem
once and for all.

What solution?
-I can't get into details,

just be patient and it'll happen.

From there, you can..

Look, they're talking about...

I can't guarantee anything

because, as you know,

this country is crazy,

but the work that you and I did together,

people have noticed it.

Who?

The Prime Minister, for instance.

The Prime Minister?
-Yes, the Prime Minister, why not?

And if during the primaries I manage
to leverage the work we've done,

then I might become Minister of Interior
in the next administration.

Which means I appoint you to handle
all the biggest and most current cases.

From there, you can have
any private bureau you like.

They'll be begging for you, Yariv.

The work you did,

I'll never forget it.

Tell him all our employees
served in elite units.

If he wants to work with hacks,
that's their business.

He's more than welcome to work
with some cockamamie company

that employs dubious hot-headed
Russian security guards.

That's why our service
costs what it costs.

If he's got a problem with that,
then screw him.

Soon, soon.

What "soon"?

Soon all this shit will be behind us.

We need to run this business
because of our other businesses.

So you do need it.
-I did, until now.

But if this deal pulls through,
I close up shop.

It's too much hassle.

To hell with this gig.

I have to deal with morons
just so I can issue legit invoices.

I'm sorry, what did you want?
-Let's go upstairs.

Forget it, I'm beat. I keep walking
up and down like a yo-yo.

Talk.
-I don't know if it's important.

Some guy walked around the 'hood,
asking questions.

What kind of questions?
-About the bank,

who's in charge at the cafe...
-A black guy?

Of course not, I wouldn't even bother you
with this if he were black.

But he knew who to ask,
what to ask,

he even knew who I am.
-Who is he?

I've seen him around.

Some big, Russian guy.

Used to be Ariye Gur's soldier.

Ariye Gur? Are you sure?
-Yep.

Ariye Gur's been in jail forever,
what's his beef with us?

Beats me.

I can find out.

You do that.
You do that.

I'll keep you posted.

In short, I support you.

I want to help.

Natalie, I mean it,
whatever you need.

If you need a budget for a rally or other
activities, to rent a bus to Jerusalem,

or an office for overseeing
all your activities, I'll be glad to help.

Thank you,
thank you so much.

My pleasure.

Thank you.

It was a pleasure to meet you.
-Same here.

Ehud...
-Thank you.

Don't be a stranger.

I'll call you next week,
we'll do lunch.

Gladly.
-Goodbye. -Bye.

Well?

Alright,
if he wants to help, then...

He does, he does.
That is why I brought him over.

Well, he's not doing it out of kindness.
-So what?

He's after Evacuation and Construction,
He owns buildings in the neighborhood.

So what?
What do you care?

It's politics.

He's got a vested interest,
and so do you.

He'll scratch your back,
you scratch his.

That's how things roll.

I guess...

You're a fast learner.
-Told you, I'm an alley cat.

What?

Nothing.
I'll drive you home.

Ermi.

What's up?

Listen...

Something came up and I wanted you
to know about it. -What is it?

Someone was looking for you
today at the dorms. -Who?

Some Eritrean guy,
nobody knew who he was,

they just said that he's from the Embassy.
-The Embassy?

That's what they said.
Nobody knew who he was.

What did he want?
-He was looking for you,

said that he's got a message
from your family.

From my family?
-In Eritrea.

Whoever is left of my family
doesn't know where I am.

They don't know you're in Israel?
-Nobody knows.

I was a dissident back there,

I published articles
against the president.

They were going to kill me,
so I fled.

If they know I'm here,
that's bad news.

Why, what can they do?
-Whatever they like.

They could send someone to kill me.
You think they don't do that?

It happened in Germany,
to someone I knew.

You think it can't happen here?

That they can't give some lowlife
$1,000 to stab me?

What are you going to do?
Is there anything I can do to help?

I have to get out of here.
I must.

I must leave Israel.

Do you have a passport?
-No.

I don't know...
I must leave.

Lobby?
-No, no, it's okay.

What?

You're up to something.

Me?

Whenever you act naive,
it means you're planning something.

was planning to make some coffee,
but we're out of milk.

Yes. -Anat? Anat Sitton?
-Yes.

It's Tomer Cohen.

What? I can't hear you.

It's Dr. Tomer Cohen
from the Foreign Ministry.

Yes, Tomer.

I couldn't talk yesterday at the office.
-Okay.

Can we meet somewhere?

Yes.

I think I got into trouble,

or maybe not,
maybe I'm just paranoid.

Calm down and tell me
what happened.

I signed papers on behalf of one party
and then I saw other people

walk into the hotel room
where I signed the deal,

a third party that isn't supposed
to be involved in this deal.

They just walked in there...
-Boaz... -Into the same room...

Boaz, I'm not following.

Perhaps it's not the only deal
they're closing at this hotel...

I mean, they're businessmen,
they've got other deals going on...

Boaz, what are you talking about?

I'm here to sign a deal
for my workplace.

Since when do you do sign deals?
-I don't. I get the documents,

sign them in order to release them,
and transfer them.

Okay, what kind of deal is it?

All kinds of security services,
it's a seeurity service provider.

What kind of security services?

Boaz, what kind of security services?
Answer me.

You know, services...

Does it have to do with some guy
who asked about you the other day?

Who? He came to our door?
-He said he works with you

or used to, anyway,
but he didn't know you were abroad.

Nobody I work with would've showed up
at our door. -He was very rude.

Why? What did he say?

He asked: "Do you even know
what your husband does

"to afford this nice, big house?",
stuff like that.

Boaz.

Boaz?

What are you smoking there?

An E-cigarette, it's healthy.
-Healthy?

What's up?
-I've got an answer about Ariye Gur.

Yes?
-I’ve got a guy at Shita Prison,

a warden, he gave me
a list of people who visited him.

Guess who visited him twice
during the last week. -Who?

That cop lady who investigated
the murder of the refugee activist.

Is that right?
-Yep. Chief Inspector Anat Sitton.

What's her affiliation with Ariye Gur?

I haven't got all day.

She's his daughter.

His daughter?

Are you sure?

She changed her name
when she was young.

I'm 100% sure.

What do you reckon?

Think he's helping her out with the case?
-She's helping him, more likely.

If anyone's the handler here,
it's Ariye Gur.

Trust me, this guy is...
-But he's in prison.

Prison or not,
he's still got people everywhere.

Keep her under surveillance.

The cop lady?

Yes, but carefully,
tell them to keep a safe distance.

You sure?
-Yes.

If Ariye Gur is planning anything
on our turf, now's no time for surprises.

I'll have the Georgian guy watch her,
he's a real bulldog.

I don't get it,
there's a government, a parliament

why do they have to come up
with all sorts of tricks?

Because no law allowing deportation
managed to pass the High Court of Justice,

so they used tricks to bypass the Court.
-Was that what you wrote the report about?

Not at all, I don't mess with politics,
I just investigate and state the facts.

It's a complicated situation,
that's why so few people

know exactly what's going on
and how absurd it all is.

Try me.

Until recently, the Eritrean refugees
in Israel had "group protection",

but the Ministry of Interior
came up with a solution.

Back in 1993,
Narundi granted Eritrea independence.

Until then,
they were one state.

So what they do is send Narundi
a list of Eritrean refugees

and Narundi declares
that those refugees aren't Eritrean,

that they're Narundi's citizens,
and Narundi has no problem deporting them

So I wrote in the report that anyone
deported back there is in mortal danger,

because they don't actually
let them live in Narundi,

they transfer them back to Eritrea,
where they're killed.

Either killed or sold to slave traders
who buy out the entire group

and sell them to another country
as slaves.

What happened with that report?
-I emailed it to the Minister,

to the Ministry of Justice,
to the State Attorney's office.

And?
-It opened a can of worms, don't ask.

What happened?

At first they replied:
"Thank you, received, we'll look into it."

Fine, fair enough,
I didn't expect more than that.

But the next week, suddenly... Bam!
The Minister was yelling at the CEO,

the CEO threatened to fire
my Head of Department

and I was called
into the CEO's office.

I go in,

and get yelled at and threatened by
a bunch of people I don't even know,

as if I'm a notorious spy
and revealed Israel's nuclear secrets.

What did they want?
-To delete it.

Completely. It never existed,
never wrote it, and never emailed it.

To delete it from my computer
and from my memory.

Nada, that's it,
forget it ever happened.

So how did Michal get hold of it?

I didn't have the heart to..

I figured, maybe she could somehow...

she's got all those activists
who drive around, documenting...

I've known her for many years,
we grew up together,

in high school and university...

I knew it meant a lot to her,
so I told her.

You gave her the report?
-Of course not.

But I told her
about everything that happened.

I figured she'd send
some social activist,

someone from "Breaking the Silence"
to investigate and publish the story.

You didn't know her,

she was more gutsy
and impulsive than me.

She brought it up in court,
and when the DA denied

that such report existed...
-Yariv Ninio. -Yes, Yariv Ninio,

she reported him
to the Israel Bar Association.

Are you certain that Yariv
got hold of that report?

Can you prove it?
-I have no actual proof,

I emailed it to the Ministry of Justice's
international department

but I'm sure they forwarded it to him,
it's his department.

I can tell you who I emailed it to.

Okay.

Did you...

save a copy of the report anywhere?

I kept it in a folder
that I figured nobody would search.

Called it "Michi",
which was Michal's nickname.

I felt very crafty for doing so.

Here it is.

What's that?

Just a photo.

Do you mind?

Once upon a time.

It's over.

English: Hagit Harel
Subtitles: Trans Titles Ltd.