Mrs. Dobosz was at the gas station at 11 pm, and then she drove off
towards the ABW cottage. We've secured the tyre tracks. And the key thing...
a recording from 2016.
Prosecutor Dobosz has concealed the fact she was present
at ABW Agent's Halman's death.
-Where did you get that? -How's that relevant?
It is. I think someone's using you.
You participated in the incident and you lied in your testimony.
-You shouldn't be on this case. -I need one thing to be clear.
There'll be no arson investigation. No one will touch the evidence until
the "lynch case", as you called it, is closed.
-The investigation is under way. -You'll discontinue it.
Or would you rather go back to your previous regional post?
The Prosecutor has an alibi.
A witness has spent the night with her.
That will be all.
Your evidence stays on my desk.
So does your laptop.
Who's source of this tip?
If Barkova, she's in bed with secret services.
-Someone wants you off the case. -Ma'am, I didn't set fire to...
All I'm interested in is the case I put you on, are we clear?
-Right. -Where are we with Centr-Pol?
The Company is registered in the Caymans,
accounting goes through tax havens, we're on the subcontractors.
It seems Poland is not a transit country any more, but the traffic's destination.
We've got our own labour camps.
Report directly to me.
Of course.
Minister...
may I know who was the witness?
Don't you know whom you've spent the night with?
Talk to Prosecutor Walczak.
-Yes? -How'd it go with Prochowska?
Someone helped me, but time is running short.
-Tell me you've got something. -Centr-Pol is a ghost company.
The subcontractor's office has been empty for three days.
The worker's hostel is deserted.
They got a heads up.
Someone sold us out, again.
THE PACK
-What the fuck are you doing here? -Fuck off!
The Old Man says you ought to explain yourself.
He's our guy, proven.
Thank you. Go on.
He says the whacked kid's mother will talk.
And the Old Man will start shooting first. That's your game, Tatiana.
You killed Gauza to fuck the Old Man over.
Tell him I had no choice, the kid was ready to talk.
Tell him yourself. He wants to meet.
-Friday, on his turf. -What does he want?
He wants your head.
Will that be enough?
Plus half of the Old Man's territory.
You'll get a new car and ID.
-When? -This week.
You'll drive to Gorlitz, on the German border, we've got a safehouse there.
-Fuck. -Is there a problem?
Six fucking years... Six years.
Let me finish it. There's a meeting in a few days.
It's not your business any more.
-I think they want to whack Barkova. -They'll whack you!
When the brass finds out what you did, no one's going to protect you.
You'll be a gangster who fucking killed a man, period.
I'm saving your ass.
You'll find a phone and a new card in the locker. Destroy the old one.
And happy birthday.
It's today, right?
Got anything?
Just a few people on my side knew about the Centrpol stakeout.
All trusted. Got a cigarette?
Fucking trusted... But someone's selling us out, right?
Where are we with Gauza?
And Wisniak?
His phone's off.
The last tip was about a transfer of papers for the illegals. In two days.
I don't know who or where, nothing!
In two days? Zura Masayev is to be in Bieszczady in two days.
-I told you about her. -The Chechen recruiter?
How do you know that?
-Alsu is in touch with her. -Alsu was supposed to leave!
-But she came back. -She was to stay out!
-Zura told her to wait here. -Don't bring her into this!
Alsu promised Selima she'd find her brother.
You know she won't let go, because she lost a daughter.
At least we know where she is and that she's safe.
And Zura Masayev must have something to do with your transfer.
Yeah?
Oh, fuck. When?
All right, I'll meet you there.
Fuck me!
Now what?
Some tourists found a body in Ukraine.
With Gauza Junior's ID in the jacket.
Fuck...
I'm going there.
And you try to find out who's selling us out.
-Commander... -Don't show up here till next month.
The trip beyond the strip was my idea, they didn't know...
I don't give a fuck about who knew what!
The Ukrainians are fighting a war with green men and you're invading them?
-What the fuck? -We were looking...
Suspended till further notice, get it?
Your unit is falling apart, your turf is a mess,
and your men are after revenge, not order.
Maybe they want to know who whacked their Commander.
You're their Commander.
Fire those three, so the rest know the consequences.
And get your shit straight, or they'll dissolve you.
A number of airports have shortages.
You want to fire me? Go ahead. But it's a good team, leave them.
A team should obey its commander. And not the one who's six feet under.
Get everyone, we're raiding stash-houses, brothels.
It's about quantity now.
They found him three km from his ID.
Prosecutor?
Iga Dobosz, Polish Prosecutor's Office.
Good day.
It's has all been agreed with our Ministries.
Our police report.
-Does his mother know? -No.
-Do you have a suspect? -Not yet.
Check this hotel. In Borynia.
From now on you report to me.
Any news from Alsu Karimov?
Nothing new. Zieba is on it.
When Zura Masayev gets in touch, I want to be the first to know.
See you at the station.
The entry wound.
I can't get through to someone.
What are you doing here?
Did you pull him out? Like Witynska?
I fucking know she was working on Gauza.
I wonder why there's no trace of it in her file.
-You think I'll explain myself to you? -To Dobosz.
She got the reports. Hiding anything else?
If she's got something to say, she can come forward.
Does Centr-Pol ring any bells?
Everything's been cleaned out...
-A menu for you? -No.
We've got a mole in the unit, again! Someone set Markowski up.
You, maybe?
Witynska cut the ties, switched sides.
Wisniak was close to doing that, I had to pull him out.
Now?
-With a paper transfer in two days? -What the fuck did you think?
That we can operate freely in Ukraine?
If someone found out, the ministers would wash their hands.
Wisniak was to lay low, and what?
He offed a man! The main fucking witness!
I told you to stay put on your ass.
And if you don't like that, then get the fuck out of the unit!
WIsniak's gone. Don't look for him.
What's up with you, bro? Hiding from people?
Fucking losing it over Gauza?
The Ruski says you ought to be put away, 'cause you're soft.
Fuck that motherfucker.
I never whacked no one. But we're going to war, see?
We'll make it together, right? Don't crap out!
Please...
Shut the fuck up!
Hold her leg...
Border Guard! Documents!
We're checking everyone's papers!
Papers! Or didn't you hear?
-Border Guard, open up! -Anka, open up, the lady asks nicely!
Who brought you here? You hear me? Who brought you here?
Who brought you here?
They're new arrivals, won't say anything.
You're coming with us. Harnas, bring them in!
-Let's go. -Move it!
-Iga Dobosz, Polish Prosecutor. -Good evening.
Did you check the guest list?
We talked to the witnesses, no one has seen him here.
-I have. -It's a tragedy.
My people are doing all they can to help the police.
-Those are your employees? -Yes. Hotel security.
-Is it secured by anyone else? -Are you looking for someone?
Do they have licenses for firearms?
Listen, it's a dangerous world here.
You're fine in Poland, we need to be careful.
-Will you be taking him to Poland? -The deceased? Sure.
So the family has identified the body?
Why would you ask about that?
I believe it's required by the law, but you know better.
You're the law.
I want to see licenses for firearms of all the security guards.
I'd appreciate a list.
Please convey my heartfelt condolences to the boy's mother.
I already told you.
There were two of them, they brought the girls and left.
Maybe... one of them?
I don't know, I don't remember.
-That's what you get for helping. -I had no idea.
Tell them what you know and you'll go home.
How about him?
-Don't know him. -Jagna...
-These will go, new ones will come. -We'll get them and you'll be safe.
What, you'll move in?
Don't bullshit me about "safe". It's enough I get fucked by johns.
Come on...
I'm too kindhearted.
They called him "Ruski", Kalita was with him, they split the cash two-ways.
You're welcome.
Rebrow.
Watch her. Who's that Ruski?
Sorokin? Fuck, Rebrow, they want to bring in new people.
I'm to fire Rambo and Sema,
and you'll keep on pretending you don't give a shit?
Then tell me, what have you got on Sorokin?
I can't.
Because...
We've got a mole. And I can't find him.
And you think it's us, again?
You're screwing with me, Kalita. What's your deal with Sorokin?
Why'd you introduce him to Gauza Jr?
Why do you to what you do?
Just don't tell me it's your job, 'cause I know you don't give a shit.
Now, revenge... that's a different story.
Isn't it? Vassily!
Take him.
So it's about Cinek?
It's him you want to avenge?
How many times I've told him...
that the drug game is rigged.
That he ought to stick to cigs and booze.
But the young moron was up for "a new beginning".
And they showed him,
a fucking new beginning.
-What about Barkova? -What, your think it's about her?
Fuck, Rebrow, you're such a dimwit.
Her husband bought her in a go-go club,
like a pair of shoes, paid for her with a credit card.
She was like hundreds of others, trafficked across the border.
But now she's hit the jackpot.
And no one will touch her as long as her husband's alive.
But there's no word from the hospital.
And some say Barkov's croaked.
Yup. It's going to go down.
It'll be settled at the Old Man's, who remains at the table.
And what will be left of it.
You set Junior up against his father? Promised him the farm and the business?
-You want them to slaughter each other? -Only pussies want, Rebrow.
Smart people calmly wait.
Are you following me? What are you doing here?
-Put that down! -Ever wasted a man? Point blank?
Are you crazy? Drop it!
Drop it!
-Prosecutor, hi! Remember me? -I said: drop it!
-Put it down! -Are you scared?
Put your gun down!
Put it down.
Have you fucking lost it? Drop your gun!
Did you fucking hear me? Drop your gun!
They fucking pulled me out.
Because of you.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Why'd you come here?
-What's with Old Man's summit? -In two days.
-At a vineyard in Leszczyny. -On the day of the paper transfer?
-Zura Masayev will be carrying them? -Maybe, fuck the papers!
They'll be transferred by small fry,
I'm giving you big fish, fucking go there!
-Will Sorokin be there? -Maybe, why?
-He's fucking Barkova over with Kalita. -It's not my business anymore.
-You need to help us. -Fuck off.
I need recordings of the meeting or we won't do shit!
-Let her go! -You'll make them crown witnesses?
A new fucking apartment, papers, car, identity?
Is that how it's fucking done today?!
Help us and Barkova will go to jail with the rest of them.
-Fuck, Wisniak, we can end this! -Then end it.
-Did Zura Masayev call? -Yes. Her phone's on, she's in Poland.
-You want to arrest her? -Hold on...
We'll let her through, I'll follow her. This transfer is Barkova's last chance.
You want to find those illegals?
-And intercept them during the meeting. -A provocation.
Kalita said they're at war, all of them will be there.
When they learn we busted the transport, they'll start throwing blame around.
A good plan.
I'll handle the wires.
Give me Alsu's address, I need to talk to her.
Wait.
You need to know something.
Alsu came to Lesko with a child.
-She brought Halid? -No.
Halid has a brother.
The boy is about 18 months old.
I thought I should spare you the surprise.
Where've you been?
Getting laid.
Are you always so tense after?
No, I just hate when people check me out.
I had to make sure.
I can't go to Leszczyny with someone who'd shoot me in the back.
You thought I was playing you like Sorokin?
-What did you say? -Don't act all stupid.
Tell me what you know. Now!
He says he'd run things smoother. That's it not a position for a broad.
Do you agree with him?
I'm not insecure.
There'll be a lot of people there who think otherwise.
The Old Man wants my head.
I need to make sure I'm safe.
You are safe.
We're going to Vera. What now?
Hush... I've got it.
Here's your bear, right?
That's right, we're going to Veronica.
What are you doing here?
I heard Zura Masayev made contact.
She did. I'm meeting her tomorrow.
-Where at? -The bus station.
I'll get the details later.
You'll text them to me, and stay home.
-She knows where Selima's brother is. -Give us Zura, and we'll find him.
If I don't show up, she'll sense something is off.
She'll be carrying an important transfer. It might be a trap.
I'll meet her. You do what you want.
It's not like she'll drag me onto the bus by force.
I'm sorry, but he's hungry.
-Maybe I'll fix him something? -Please do.
Let's have some soup.
Did you split with your husband because of him?
That's between me and my husband.
Why did you come here?
We can't get inside, but we're staking the place out.
We've got vision outside, we'll try to get what we can.
-And the local police? -The less people know, the better.
Keep me posted.
Warsaw? You've been up there for two days, I'm assuming it's something big.
-I suppose. Call me if you need me. -Of course.
-Yeah? -You said you'd send the mugshots.
Damn it. Give me five minutes.
I was looking for Gauza's autopsy report.
I thought it was here. And it is.
-Zieba didn't give it to you? -I guess she forgot.
Thank you.
Zieba! Did you give Switalski Gauza's autopsy report?
As soon as it came in.
Get me his phone records from the past year.
Zura called. They're meeting at 10:00, I'm on my way.
-How's the vineyard? -I'm following Switalski.
-I think he ratted us out. -What?!
He unlocked the door to my room.
-Switalski? Are you sure? -He was reading my papers.
-And then he called someone. -Fuck... What about Barkova?
I'll make it. My people are there.
He had it all under his nose, from day one! Fuck!
Dobosz?
Fucking hell.
-Prosecutor Dobosz, the accident? -I don't give such...
-We work together, I need to see her. -You can't. She's in IC.
-What happened there? -When we got there, the car was burned.
He pulled her out.
And then he gave up his gun and badge. Any idea why?
-Alsu? -I'm here, where are you?
-Wait there. -Hold on a second.
They told me to get off at the 4th stop, bus to Sanok.
-I'll go. -No, wait!
Fuck!
-Have someone to watch him. -What?
He sold us out.
I have to fill in for Dobosz. Go to the new marketplace.
A courier has just left Lesko, carrying new papers for illegals.
This is what you need, right?
Get the men and go!
Finish smoking and get on the bus.
If anyone needs to go to the toilet, you've got 15 minutes!
Who doesn't need to go, get on the bus!
-Hello. -You said you'd be with your husband.
I know. He's late, we need to wait for him.
15 minutes.
-Give up your guns! -Or what?
Or there'll be no meeting.
The Old Man's guys. They'll be bossing us around.
Your gun.
Fucking leave that! It ain't fucking yours!
Fuck!
Easy!
Our intentions are clean. Give them up.
Fucking bitch...
Oh, fuck...
Fucking smartass!
It's them.
Everyone, get on the bus!
-Let's go! -Please wait!
-No one stayed behind? -Please, wait!
Let's move.
-Drive the Tatar to this address. -OK.
Alsu Karimov?
Get in!
-Dobosz isn't answering, why? -She had an accident, I'm on my way.
How's the situation?
-Only Barkova and the Old Man. -Our guy is inside, wait for my orders.
Fuck...
I'm supposed to have your back.
Put it back, we have a deal with them. And wait for me in the car.
I said: wait in the car.
Take your phone and let's go.
Motherfucker...
Back to the border, now!
-They're wrapping it up. -What?
Fuck. Zoom in.
It's Barkova.
Fuck...
What the hell?
-Doc, where are you? -In position.
-It looks like fucking big flophouse. -Call your men off.
What the fuck?
-The ops is fucking burnt. -Are you fucking kidding me?!
Rebrow!
We're moving in.
-Border Guard! -Motherfucker!
Easy! Stay down!
I wonder who's calling.
Wisniak?
No, I'm afraid he's a bit busy right now.
Would you like to leave a message?
Captain Rebrow...
I think you've got bigger problems now.
-What's wrong? -I don't know yet.
-Wait! -My child is there.
I warned you.
Everyone's got something to lose.