Sonya Ilchuk was her cover.
I declassified her file.
In the 2nd Division there's no trace of her investigating Gauza.
So she just fucked him, right?
I'm sorry you had to see this.
- How's this linked to the case? - I don't know yet.
But you saw her taking something from there.
Kuczer was her handler. Maybe he deleted the report.
We can't interrogate him, but we're close.
They burned your flat because they want to intimidate us.
Gauza was their key man.
His farm was both a labour camp and a transfer point.
We've got one 1000 names, his wife and an undercover in Ukraine.
It has to work out this time.
Your work here is done!
The boss ordered you to be moved! Tomorrow you'll be working elsewhere!
- Elsewhere? - Doing what?
- You'll see. - That wasn't the deal.
I was supposed to work at a steel mill.
Why the fuck would I...
I'm not going unless you tell us what's next.
Wanna know what's next? Clean up and fucking beat it, scum!
You'll get paid once you get there! Let's get going!
Fucking move it!
THE PACK
We've checked another 100. That makes 300 companies.
- All local, employing immigrants. - And the Revenue Office?
They didn't even have half a name.
But those passports have been there for years.
- The owners are probably long gone. - Some must've stayed.
That organisation is transferring thousands of people.
Check in the other voivodeships. Where are we on Gauza Junior?
- His car was seen in Medyka. - Damn it. When?
A few hours after his testimony. The night when his lawyers took him.
We need him back in Poland, ASAP.
Send a word to Interpol and Ukrainian Police.
I'll put someone in it.
- OK, I'll do it myself. - Great, thanks.
Hello.
- Where is Marcin? - Three police squads are looking for him.
Three squads, fuck me.
- Will I be stuck here long? - It's for your own safety.
- You people still don't get it. - Then enlighten me.
For whom was your husband trafficking those people for?
I understand you're scared.
So if you want to protect your son, give me all the contacts.
What contacts?
He has no contacts. With Ukrainians or anyone.
My husband kept him away,
knowing what I'd pull on him if Marcin touched that shit.
Then who dragged him into it?
Find my son... or I'll retract my testimony.
Get them out of here.
Got it.
Hi!
I didn't know. She never mentioned no fucking apartment.
What else did she hide?
Nothing.
I don't know anything, I swear, she didn't say anything...
Look... you'll call your mom, now...
and you'll tell her that you're safe here.
- Will you do that for me? - Yes.
- I can't hear you! - Yes, I will.
Good boy.
What's with the kid?
- Everything under control. - What if they lean on her?
The murder of the green guy... the prosecutor won't let it slide.
- They found the bodies, she will. - Fuck she will!
- He was a Commander! - That's Polish business.
Who'll compensate my losses?
Gentleman, let her speak!
Gentlemen...
All illegals on your side will receive new papers. Clean ones.
And when things quiet down, we'll compensate all losses,
yours and your associates'.
And Gauza's wife?
We've got her son. And we're checking her testimony.
The Commander had to go, because he uncovered our source,
and any enterprise is based in information.
Now, as for the prosecutor from Warsaw,
she got a message, so have the Border Guards...
Vitaly would never allow for this. He had the border under control.
And you?
Your regions can sink ours.
Keep your eye on the kid. His mother is to stay quiet.
And if you don't get it,
go back to where you belong,
and let someone else deal with this.
CONFIDENTIAL
Warsaw doesn't give a fuck about what you'd prefer.
The Chief made it clear: either you carry those orders out
or someone else will.
There's a briefing.
We got a tip from Ukraine about 2 bodies in the woods.
We're waiting for an ID,
but everything seems to suggest it's our fugitives.
It's police business now.
You go back to routine patrols.
Back to the strip! And keep it guarded!
The farm, the fucking shootout in the woods,
all because of holes in the field! No more of this!
And no more maverick investigations.
OK...
Those Ukrainians were working for someone.
And we're to look for illegals?
I know it's difficult,
but it's a police investigation now, and we're doing what Markowski would:
back to the strip! The border has to be safe!
What do we do?
What are you checking out now?
We know you've got something. You and Dobosz.
You heard the man. It's police business now.
Rebrow... we could help.
You're working with the prosecutor. Why not with us?
You'd get a disciplinary proceeding, and even Doc wouldn't help you.
- He'd just risk getting fired. - Fuck, so you're protecting us now?
We'll manage.
- Yes? - We've got a visual on her.
- And the wire? Did anyone talk to her? - Not Chojecki, he's in the Bieszczady.
Did you find out why he's reopening the case?
Not over the phone. And don't tell anyone, OK?
Hold on, Iga... Hello?
Good. We'll take them for stamping.
The next batch as agreed.
- What's going on? - Got a cigarette?
It's about Halman's case.
There's no grounds for checking the ABW cottage,
but Chojecki is sniffing around.
- And he's got a witness. - Who?
Only three people know what went down there.
- Why the fuck would she? - I don't know.
But she gave a fake address.
She told me she's here with her husband, but there's no trace of him.
Maybe she's in trouble and someone's using her.
- So now what? - I've got someone watching her.
And we need to find young Gauza, he fucking ran to Ukraine.
His mother won't talk until we find him.
And only she knows where the passport owners might be.
- It'll be hard to find him in Ukraine. - For us.
Not for the undercover.
Wisniak.
OK, I'll try to track him down.
- Yeah? - Who are those people?
- Chechens, known for selling passports. - Has Chojecki talked to them?
It's hard to say. Maybe during some investigation.
Should the guys bring her in?
No. Stay put till I get to Warsaw.
OK.
Do you know anyone in the "Carpathia", in Ukraine?
A few girls, why?
Sorokin hangs out there with his guys.
I need to track one of them down and get him something.
Jagna...
- I'll make your case go away. - You take sugar?
I'll do it, but these things take time.
Will you get it to him?
Give it. Who is it?
A driver, Wisniak.
What's up?
Nothing, thanks.
Wait!
- Is that Markowski's stuff? - Yes. Personal.
- No one claimed it. - And you're throwing it away?
No, someone from Przemysl will pick it up.
Put it back, I need to take it to storage.
You hear me?
- Put it back... - Just a sec!
Wojcik! What the fuck?
- You can't take this. - File a complaint!
Who are you?
Iga Dobosz, prosecutor. I'm looking for Alsu Karimov.
I know she lives here.
I don't know she.
Does anyone know this woman?
Or do I need to call Immigration to refresh your memories?
You don't need to.
Come.
Let's look for it...
- What are you doing here? - Where's Halid?
- With his father. - In Germany?
What do you want?
You're hiding, contacting smugglers. What's going on?
I wouldn't, if you'd kept your word.
You're looking for her brother?
- The woman who brought them here. - Zura Masayev.
- Right. - Selima told you?
What else do you know?
Only that they're Chechens and that her husband
has an some kind of an employment agency.
He needs some...
It's yours?
Yes.
- How old is he? - 15 months.
That's why you split with your husband?
Leave.
Hi.
What's wrong?
Nothing, I'm just tired.
I'll get the bed ready.
It's not you.
Not me?
What about this?
And this?
You're moaning like a cunt again.
I've made chicken soup.
Here. Have some.
Come on.
What's going on?
I see you already know.
I know you fucking stole a file. But what the fuck for?
Ewa is history.
Man, they fucking scorched your flat! It's a miracle you weren't there.
- What'd get yourself into again? - The less you know, the better.
For you?
Rebrow, look at me!
Leave it. Ewa, the job... Fucking leave it and live.
Fucking live!
All right.
You had some calls from Ukraine.
- Now you tell me? - I'm not your baby sitter.
- Pick me up at the next station. Right? - Shite.
Why the fuck would I come here? I'll pick you up.
Good morning. Can we talk?
Yes. Come in.
I found this in Markowski's stuff. He circled it.
- I don't know... - Centr-Pol.
We've checked them right away, but there was no connection.
- Rebrow sent you? - No.
06 to 00, how's the patrol Is Wojcik with you?
I need to go.
00 to 06, I'm on my way.
I have to extract Gauza.
Why?
- I need a testimony. - He knows shit.
Not his, his mother's. Her testimony might help.
OK, but no promises. He's under watch.
Focus on the border, Barkova is transferring papers next week.
- What papers? - New passports for Gauza's illegals.
They're afraid you'll track them down.
Anything else?
What?
Watch out for Kuczer. He's handled other agents.
So?
His agent was involved in the Pack bombing.
If Kuczer was a mole, I'd be dead by now.
Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't.
Or maybe he needs you for something.
- Does anyone know you're here? - No.
They're looking for me. Go, I'll deal with the cops.
- What's going on? - They cuffed me!
You'll come with us.
All right...
Easy, officer...
Cool it!
Fuck!
Sema, where's Rambo?
- He's checking out a lead. - What fucking lead?
Out of range? What are you up, again?
Tell him that if he doesn't report in 10, he'll get fucking fired!
- I'm calling him. - Commander, an anonymous call.
Some hotshot Guard was operating in Ukraine, got caught in Turka.
Fuck. Call Turka. Check if they had any reports.
- Oh, fuck. - Get the fuck out.
If they don't waste us, I'll kill you myself.
Shall we talk, Captain Rebrow?
I don't get you, really. Why do you need this?
Your family is dead, your place got burned down...
But it's still not enough.
You're a strange man.
Tell me, buddy,
who are you looking for?
You.
Thank you. That's flattering.
But everybody keeps fucking me...
Too bad they don't try harder.
- Is he always like that? - Rebrow?
Never was a charmer. But I am.
I'll ask again.
Who have you been looking for here?
Fuck...
For the last time.
Turka dispatch, over. Poles are looking for their Guard.
They say you apprehended him in Sianki, what the hell? Over.
You're on my turf, buddy.
If I see you here again, you'll lose everything.
Too bad for you I haven't got much left.
My husband who used to work with the FSB,
he'd say that everyone's got something to lose.
Excuse me! I'll call you back.
It's great you're here. Could you spare a moment?
Have a seat.
According to your report, on the night of Halman's death you were in Przemysl.
But that's your car. 4 km from the ABW safehouse.
I got this from Chojecki.
I think someone wants to fuck you over. This had to come from a security agency.
Has anyone seen it, besides Chojecki?
Just in case...
I took a photo of the logbook at the Prosecutor's Office.
- What are you doing here? - Hi.
Did you get my message?
You got here fast. Did you call off skiing with your daughter?
I'm not blind. I could tell something's up.
- I wanted to check Chojecki's evidence. - I told you to leave it.
- Come, I'll explain... - You're working with Chojecki.
No.
You've been digging in the files. I saw your signature.
Yeah.
And then you lied about Alsu, to prepare grounds...
I'm not your enemy.
I don't believe you.
Get the fuck out.
They're to search the ABW cottage tomorrow morning.
Get the fuck out!
Pull over.
Fucking do it!
- They almost wasted us! - You didn't have to go.
Neither did you.
Fuck.
You're asking for a bullet in your head. Why?
Why?!
You want the truth about Ewa? Really? I'll give it you.
Ewa betrayed you and the guys.
How do you know?
Did you forget why I got fucking fired?
I saw it all. If you take a bribe once, it's hard to get off the hook.
And Ewa went all the way!
They let me off, because I played a fool.
But I could be another cross, next to Siwy and the guys.
And I know one thing: it was Ewa got us into that shit.
It wouldn't surprise me if she blew the Pack to kingdom come!
Why didn't you tell me?
I thought that four years in the woods would be enough to forget. But no...
you kept looking. You dug that shit up yourself, and what?
Are you happy they almost killed us?
Fuck you.
Where are you? I'm being followed.
- Everything OK? - Sure.
Just some tourists.
Someone was tailing me. I wasn't imagining it.
Someone was tailing me.
I believe you.
Can you put that away?
It's OK... Put it away, all right?
Put it away.
Easy...
Let go...
I can't handle it.
- It's too much. - I'll take you to your room.
Come on.
Some mess you've made, Vitya.
You got played by Gauza like a little kid.
He and the old man planned on running the show.
The scene the old man made at the hotel...
And you drank with them, you did business,
and had no idea that Gauza's wife...
What would you do to me?
You'd strangle me with your bare hands.
Right, Vitya?
Remember, how you liked to...
slap me around? Choke me?
That's how it is, buddy.
To the hotel?
No, another place. I want to show you something.
Let's go.
Did I ever tell you my husband had a mole once?
Transports would get lost, the money wasn't right.
The stink was obvious, he just couldn't sniff out who was fucking him over.
And then he found him.
Do you know how?
By the way the loser held his piece.
Narks don't know how to shoot. No one taught them.
That's what differs them from us.
I know that the Polish Guards got an anonymous phone call.
About Rebrow.
I think I know when this was filmed.
On the day of the bombing. She wore this at the guardhouse,
at Siwy's farewell party.
- I have to know what it was she took. - Why?
Even if she bombed the whole Pack.
It must've been something important. I have to find out.
We've got Centr-Pol, it's a good starting point.
Centr-Pol is just a pawn.
I thought Barkova was the top.
But she's just the beginning.
And I'm not going to solve it.
What do you mean?
If I hadn't killed Halman, we'd have those fucking testimonies.
You want to confess, now?
Yes.
I'll come clean with Prochowska. Let someone else take the case.
I lied I court too
They're onto me, they'll find out and undermine the whole case.
And we'll be screwed. It'll be over.
We'll both be fucked,
we'll go to jail, and Barkova will keep on smuggling. Is that what you want?
This is not what I came back for.
Or spent four fucking years on the run.
The whole Pack got killed. Markowski, Siwy...
It's too late to get out.
- What's going on? - Someone...
Someone set the ABW cottage on fire.
Open the trunk.
You can tell a nark by the way he holds his piece.
We were to keep him, to shut his mother up.
I changed my mind.
Clean the place up.
Let's go.