Put it on.
Ali? Ali Dudayev?
- Zura. - My sister Selima.
Ukrainian passports.
Now you're Ukrainian citizens. Better take this off.
Passports.
To work?
Yes.
Border Guard, hide.
Down!
-Ali! -Border Guard, get it?
No!
THE PACK
FOR SALE
They've arrived?
I'm on my way.
It took you a while. Are you staying? We've got a new coffee machine.
Jagna, just give me what you've got.
You don't like being around people. A wolf misses the woods.
Their plates are on the other side.
And how's my case?
How do you mean?
I can't go to jail. Who'll stay with my kid?
That's what you get for smuggling cigs.
I'll see what I can do.
I'm sorry about your father.
Police, hands up!
The Ukrainian police ops during which the suspect committed suicide
ended the 15-month search for Ivan Zaytsev,
the main associate of Grigori Banyuka, aka Shadow.
Both were connected with the Polish ABW through Agent Andrzej Halman.
As we know, Halman died two years earlier at an ABW safehouse,
when he attempted to kill two witnesses, Alsu Karimov and her son.
Halman was shot by a Border Guard, Wiktor Rebrow
and thus the investigation of the ABW
and army's ties with smugglers was closed.
You haven't established who was above Halman?
We arrested 15 people, mostly Banyuka's couriers and soldiers.
Unfortunately, they didn't reveal the people higher up. Thank you.
-Are you OK? -Yes. I am.
Congratulations. On the training and the trial.
Your mother would've been proud.
She'd probably laugh. That I caught the small fry.
She was a great prosecutor.
We went to law school together, she was always the best.
Her illness must've been tough on you.
I was wrapping up the investigation when she died.
You'll catch the big fish. That's what we brought you here for.
-Thank you for the opportunity, ma'am -It's an opportunity for us.
But you won't be bored in Warsaw, either.
Aga, we know what you went through to return to us.
Wolves ought to stick together. Welcome back. To the pack!
Rebrow, come on.
This guy called me today?
May I?
And your return? What's with the special missions?
Conducting your own investigation? Is it true?
If that's what they say?
-Was that for you? -Yeah, on my tab.
It's just like I said.
Wisniak, Smolinski? and Sorokin. Someone's recruiting Kalita's guys.
-Still nothing on the wires? -They're careful, but something's up.
Maybe so, but without evidence the court will pull the wires.
-I can give you people. -It's too early.
-Too early? -Not yet! I'll manage.
I'm glad you showed up.
Have a good time.
-Yeah? -We got illegals, running to Ukraine.
-How many? -Two.
We caught them by 35. 300 m further and they'd cross over.
-From our side? -Running like their asses were on fire.
They wouldn't make one click in those.
Someone gave them a lift or they ditched a car.
The nearest road is in Tarnawa.
Load them up and let's go.
It's a van from Gauza's farm.
They thought they'd make it across the river.
But why were they running?
-Bring them in, we'll check the farm. -Yes, sir.
Oh, fuck.
Doc? Get anyone you can.
Labourers disappeared from Gauza's farm, we need to catch them, asap.
And call Switalski. We've got four bodies here.
-Hey? -Hi.
-What is this? -For you.
-You've drawn this? -She's fond of you.
We got a report. A witness from your Bieszczady case is among the aggrieved.
-Who? -That Ukrainian from Crimea.
Alsu Karimov?
A diner wasn't paying the dishwashers,
there was an audit, and she worked there.
Her family was planning on going to Germany.
Some Ukrainians killed a whole family.
...as we managed to establish
one of the victims is Mr. Gauza, the owner of the farm.
-The cause of death is not known? -Do you remember the diner's name?
Good morning, the name's Chojecki, I'm a prosecutor.
-What's up with this circus? -Chojecki called them.
My information for you is as follows: a family of three is dead,
a 7-year-old child among them, and one employee, a watchman.
-All victims are Poles. -And who is that?
Gauza's son from his first marriage. Lives in Reszow.
Claims he hasn't been here for a year.
The farm employed 40 Ukrainian nationals,
we are looking for them as we speak.
-Ukraine, Ukraine? -Gauza ran a labour camp.
Wojtek... did he have a rap sheet?
There was a complaint two years ago that he was behind with pay, that's it.
That's enough. He didn't pay until someone fucking snapped.
We need to check how many of those are fake.
-You suspect trafficking? -Forced labour had to be supplied.
Hold it, gentlemen? Those are just papers.
Gauza is the victim. A big businessman, local activist.
-I'd need hard evidence to raise hell. -So you call this soft?
Keeping their passports in his safe?
Focus on the fugitives and leave the Gauzas to us. Come with me.
The prick's right: we hadn't had a large shipment of illegals for two years.
-Just because you haven't caught one? -Because you would've?
-Fuck you. -Cool it!
Doc, get the guys and tighten the patrols on the strip.
They couldn't have just vanished. And you, check Kalita.
-He's flying solo, again? -He's been on it for two years.
Looking for something?
My father kept his gun here.
What did you take?
-Are you fucking crazy?! -Mr. Gauza, let's go to the station.
-Are you lost? -Did you secure that gun?
-None of your business. -This stinks of trafficking.
-The media won't help? -You or us? Have you got a family?
A child is dead, 40 bandits are out there with a gun,
and your job is to search for them! Volhynia is not far from here!
-Grandad! -What?
-Green? -Green what?
A green guy came.
Fucking prince charming. What'cha looking at?
I told you, it's for insurance money!
-Go ahead and check. -I did.
Did you hear about Gauza's farm?
If they didn't fucking whack you there then I don't give a shit.
Hold on? What's going on with your guys?
-Why? All's legit, I'm paying them. -I mean the ones who quit.
Dogs fuck them! Too bad for the dogs.
Someone fucks you out of the business and you're all good?
Who hired them away?
Fuck off, I don't know shit. I've got a legit business.
Ask around about Gauza's farm. And call me if you have an epiphany.
If I have one.
Remember, custody papers are never forever.
Are you threatening me?
Take the free-loader! Just another mouth to feed! And you?
Where's your hat?
Scram home! And don't eavesdrop on adults yapping!
Talking.
-Calm down! -Get out of here!
Calm down, I said!
Hey! Enough.
The locals caught them sleeping in a car in Czarna.
They're all legal, drove in last night.
We were waiting for a friend, he was supposed to come tomorrow.
Bullshit!
Give them something to drink and drive them back. And call Switalski.
Switalski, why?
-For those who assaulted them. -Are you sure? Commander?
Do it and back in the field! Two days and we've got shit.
-Fucking move! -Freeze!
Kalita says he doesn't know. But Gauza's son arrived.
Watch it, they're like the holy family now.
Commander, just in time.
I told the General we still have just the two from last night.
That's why they send me here. Captain, go on.
I saw Gauza Jr. taking something from the house, we should...
Who told you to go there?
-It was my order. -I wasn't asking you.
The Border Guard's job is finding the fugitives or fucking up police work?
With all due respect, Colonel? The police know shit about traffic.
And they should know shit, because it was a lynching.
Unless the Prosecutor decides otherwise.
I don't want any complaints on our operations, get it?
-I didn't return to just stand? -And not fucking interfere?
Precisely that was the condition of your reinstatement.
I see you haven't talked this over.
If not for the Commander, you'd still be in the fucking woods?
OK. Go with Rambo, I'll explain later.
Eight, tomato soup!
Number eight, collect please!
-Got a moment? -What happened?
You tell me.
If you had a problem, you should've come to me.
-I've got no problems. -Then why did you come back?
Come.
-It's easier to get papers in Poland. -Listen? Did anyone talk to you?
-Asking about what happened then? -Since the court case, no.
We made a deal, and I've kept my word.
Where are you?
I brought my father's stuff. What's going on?
Shit's going on, if you ask me.
-Gauza Jr. is here with company. -Where?
-In your cunt! -Wait there.
There you are.
Wait a sec?
They left 15 minutes ago.
-Did you hear them talk? -Yeah? That's the best part.
You'll like it. About your fat ass. Cheers.
Gauza is drowning his sorrows in booze.
They butchered his family, he's in mourning.
There's been talk about Ukrainians for some time now?
They've got it too good here.
Brought their families, wives, lovers, fucking kids?
As if this was their place.
Drink, I can tell you need it.
I hear you've visited the land. Your old man's.
And put up a "For sale" sign.
Some fucking mourner.
It's a deal?
-Good boy. Don't worry... -You got a problem?
Go back to the bar, comrade guard.
Coming, kid? Or staying with them?
Fuck off.
-That's how you mourn your father? -Ran out of booze, guard?
-Go, get wasted. -Or maybe it was convenient.
You'll take the business over. Maybe you whacked them yourself?
Who first? Daddy? Little brother? You didn't feel sorry for him?!
Enough. Enough! Let's get the fuck out of here!
Rebrow!
I had to.
Gauza's?
They'll fucking fire you for this.
It's dead anyway.
Let's go.
You got what you wanted, you're operating solo.
And stop giving me shit for the deal with Kuczer,
because it's my ass on the line.
I didn't ask you to do it.
They didn't want to clear you. Halman burned all the evidence.
Plus, someone reported you smuggled stuff with Kalita.
Yeah, I fucking know what this sounds like.
I told them it was a recon for me.
And that you could sue us for those four years in the woods.
Fuck, I bet they were terrified.
Get your shit together and we'll check two places. I got a tip.
Give me Gauza's phone. I'll do it my way.
Give me that phone.
Give me the phone!
What the hell did you come back for?
And took the blame for Dobosz? To get fucking fired now?!
We've got shit. And if the trail goes cold, you'll have nothing, again.
You'll go back to boozing with Luczak and fucking anything that moves.
You know what?
You can all go fuck yourselves.
Jan Gauza, apprehended 13.04.2010 by Ewa Witynska
Access denied Confidential data
Hello?
Fuck.
Screw you.
Did you hear about Gauza's farm?
-And the new UPA? Who hasn't? -That's Chojecki's version.
Mine goes like this:
the Poles, father and son, were involved in smuggling.
Someone is recruiting smugglers into Ukraine, they even bought Kalita's guys.
What do you want from me?
It's time you took this case.
Otherwise the Prosecutor will fuck up two years of my investigation.
It all adds up: the farm, the smugglers?
It can't be a coincidence. That's our missing lead.
-You're not letting go, are you? -Names, numbers.
I can help you with Chojecki, from here. They won't let me go.
From here? We need to act before we lose them again.
And who is "them"?
Do you have a link with the old case and Halman?
Case closed, Rebrow.
You believe that or it's just easier?
-Listen, you took the blame yourself? -We had a deal!
I don't owe you anything! And I'm not some fucking lawyer for hire!
Maybe someone will crack in prison and confess.
Then we'll have proof and get them, but now my hands are tied.
We had a deal, Dobosz.
Fuck, Rebrow.
Where the fuck have you been? Markowski has disappeared.
-There's a briefing, come on. -Listen, to keep this short.
We lost contact with Commander Markowski.
We're waiting for his phone pings anything.
Until further notice Captain Starowicz is in charge.
-Carry on. -Thanks. We're continuing the search.
The route from the Commander's house to the station:
Malek, Semeniuk, Jankowski.
Yes, sir.
Patrol 49 goes to 058?
Patrol 51 checks 075,
patrol 53 checks 079.
Konrad Markowski, I can't talk now. Please leave a message.
Markowski went missing
When have you seen him last?
-About 11 pm? He gave me a lift. -And then nothing? No calls?
-He didn't contact you guys? -No. I'm bringing in witnesses.
Join the others.
In there.
Where were you four days ago? Because I know it wasn't Rzeszow.
-Why did you bullshit the police? -Rebrow!
On the night of the slaughter he was at a whorehouse in Lesko.
Fucking beat it.
I don't give a fuck.
The Prosecutor will show up and fucking fire you,
and that's the last thing I need.
Return to patrol duty, you hear me?
Did you find anything?
Switalski says they've got nothing. What was he following up lately?
He got a tip about where the fugitives from the farm.
-Any idea where could they be? -No.
What happened before you split?
We had a falling out.
You mentioned Gauza's phone.
Markowski took it, it's not here or at the office.
I don't fucking know anything. He called me that night?
He called me and I turned my fucking phone off.
It's not your fault. We'll find him.
Sema!
I'm going uphill!
00 to 06.
There was a shootout.
It seems he hit one of them.
He got away.
-It was opened? -It's not like we touched anything.
Those might be his tracks.
The other guys ran downhill.
-I don't think he got hit bad. -The ambulance is on its way.
-All right? I'll check by the stream. -OK. We're on the move.
Matula and Kozlowski, stay here! The rest, move your asses!
Every minute counts, everything can melt soon!
Rambo, go downstream! Aga, go up! Fucking move it!
Konrad?
01 to 02, get to 058.
-A bunker, 300 m east. -Got it.
01?
No, no, no?
Leave it?
Hold her. Rambo, leave.
00 to 01. The search for Markowski has ended.
Send a coroner to 058. I repeat: send a coroner to 058.
Call off the additional patrols.
We've got the body.
-Do you know the San Hotel in Borynia? -No.
Gauza has just met here with a wife of a guy from my files.
They could've been connected to Halman.