Search them thoroughly.
Rebrow, get the fuck out. Go!
Take me to the sawmill.
- To Kalita? What the fuck? - He's got access to the mole.
That's the only way to get him.
- Where'd you get this? - He's got this scar now.
I met someone who saw him.
If you think I'll
let you go anywhere in this condition, then you've got shit for brains.
I'll talk to him.
Where'd you get this?
Search the kid.
- Stop it! - Let her.
Get them something to eat. The Prosecutor's on her way.
Wiktor Rebrow. Welcome back.
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THE PACK
- Where are you with Wisniak? - I thought the ABW was on him.
That doesn't mean you're not to be. What are the suspects saying?
They know him from the chat-room,
none of them knew who he was. These people are not murderers.
Maybe. But they stay in jail until we catch him.
What's your name?
Whom did you cross over with?
Did you have a guide?
No.
Where did you set out?
When?
Two days ago.
Their stuff.
I'd say... someone was harbouring them.
It was -15 at night. If they'd been walking from Ukraine, we'd find corpses.
Put that in the evidence room.
You survived a whole night, in the woods?
I had a sleeping bag.
I lost it.
Where?
What was the weather like, when you were leaving Sianki?
Cloudy.
Snow, rain?
- Snow. - Snow.
Listen...
you can help me catch someone who murdered people like you.
Who killed a woman like you, in the woods.
Do you recognize her?
And have you seen this man before?
- Did she say anything? - No. Where is their stuff?
In the evidence room. But it's a waste of time.
Her shoe might be a match, but not the kid's.
Who knows about them?
You, me, people on the shift.
I'm asking if you have found the mole.
Why? You're going to send the Abwhera again?
- You asked for mistrust. - Like Rebrow, 4 years ago.
I screwed up, I know.
But I'm doing everything I can to undo that.
That woman and the kid could be our witnesses.
And we know they are not safe here.
- Well? - It didn't snow in Sianki 2 days ago.
- I thought so. - is it them?
Just a sec.
- We found him. I sent you the location. - I'm on my way.
Take their stuff to the police, and them to the refugee centre.
Keep your eye on them. Let me know if someone from the Pack shows up.
Oh... and carry a gun.
I'll handle it.
- Thanks. - Thanks.
- That's all she took? - That's all there was.
Did Shadow call?
Did he?
I knew that Rebrow went nuts in the woods,
but you... what were you thinking?
That I'd put my ass on the line because you two have a fucking beef with Grzywa?
He whacked Cinek! Don't you give a shit?
- Is that how you return a favour? - Don't you teach me about honour.
Fucking beat it.
Or next time they'll carry you out.
It's not him!
ABW, freeze!
- On your knees! - Hands on the back of your head!
Don't move.
We've got him. He's all yours now.
Can you un-cuff me?
No alibi, your footprints in Cinek's house, fingerprints...
- You'd have me work there in gloves? - And the murder weapon.
And these passports? Are those people dead too?
- Where are the retort victims' papers? - What fucking retorts?
You killed them, and then you robbed them.
- Did it happen more than once? - What are you, a master bullshitter?
- Framing me? What fucking retorts? - The money for transfers wasn't enough?
You wanted it all? You, Cinek, your Sanok Guard buddies...
you took them to the woods, robbed them, and then you fried them?
And Cinek?
He panicked, right?
Or was he trying to frame you, and that's why you whacked him?
Did this job come from him?
Huh?
I want a fucking lawyer.
- He won't confess. - You've got enough to put him away.
First let's find the ones above him.
You'll have to find them yourself. I'm being transferred.
When?
ASAP, to the Kaliningrad region.
It's also a lively place.
- Too bad. I thought you'd come over... - Congratulations.
- Thank you.
Did you inform the press?
Not yet. If the Ukrainian woman recognizes him, she might start talking.
All right, arrange a line-up.
- I want to be there. - Sure.
- Where is he? - Who?
- What the fuck is this? - Are they at your station?
- Why not just write your address? - They saw Grzywa. Are they safe?
- On their way to the refugee centre. - Fuck, whose idea was that?
It's in the open. If Grzywa finds out they're there, he'll kill them.
Dobosz took over. If you want to help them, deal with Kalita.
Kalita is in a mindfuck from drinking too much with the Ruskis.
OK, fuck him, I'll find the mole myself.
- Stay put on your ass and give me time. - There is no time.
- Be my guest. - Fuck you.
You won't go fucking blind from it!
Now what?
I need to get to the refugee centre.
The Prosecutor wants to talk to her, you're to stay with the kid.
No. I don't recognize anyone.
You didn't see any of them while crossing the border?
No.
Well, Prosecutor?
OK.
Alsu Karimov, that's your name.
You're a Crimean Tatar, an architect from Simferopol.
You've got a husband, and another child, a girl. Where are they?
Where?
OK.
Marzec!
Drive her back.
Hey, stop!
Get out of there, kid!
Halid?
Oh, fuck.
Marta...
We've checked the number Alsu Karimov's been calling.
It's a Ukrainian pre-paid. Whoever has it, didn't answer.
- OK, keep on trying. - Right.
Yes?
Have you left already?
Is something wrong? Hello?
Iga?
Never mind.
They found her in an old boiler room.
- No one has been there for weeks. - The motherfucker was torturing her.
If Grzywa killed her, he had to have a reason.
I know what she meant to both of you.
Something was left unfinished 4 years ago.
Now you people see it?
The whole fucking Pack, my friends,
Ewa, all of them murdered, and not one prick went to jail!
Because there was no one to charge.
The General, Korda, everyone responsible, are dead!
There was Grzywa!
I'm sorry.
We thought he was dead too.
I mean, the investigators thought so.
It wasn't my call to discontinue that case...
I don't give a shit. Marta is dead, and so are 22 other people,
because you didn't arrest him back then!
Fuck!
You think I don't know that?!
- That apprehended woman with the kid... - Alsu Karimov.
Is she safe, at least?
- She was there, she saw Grzywa. - I gave her protection.
You tell her you know me.
Give this to her, and get her out of the refugee centre.
I know she was calling someone.
Her husband. They were to meet here.
- Is their daughter with him? - Don't know.
Rebrow, listen...
I need Grzywa alive, otherwise this will never end.
I'll press Kalita. And you guys force the mole to act.
How?
Talk to Markowski.
New roster. Hand it out.
For today? Short notice.
Today, tomorrow, the whole week. Anyone's got a problem with it?
Your heard the man.
Change your plans and fucking get to work.
- Well? - Done.
What?
Those passports you've left me...
Either you'll collect them yourself or Dobosz will find them at the sawmill.
At Cinek's in an hour.
I'm going out!
I didn't want to fuck you over, I swear.
If they find out I spilt the beans, I'm a dead man.
And that Shadow is some sick mothefucker.
Compared to him Metro was a fucking sex doll.
Plus, I'm stuck with Cinek's kid.
Something got fucked up for them.
They keep on changing plans.
This is where mole will leave info about the patrol routes.
Take the passports, you're on your own.
Eh, Cinek, Cinek...
Alsu's husband. Nail Karimov, journalist.
Fired from the Tavria University after the annexation of Crimea,
took part in blowing up power lines, wanted by the Russian FSB.
I like him already.
As political refugees, they qualify for asylum.
Reunited with her family, Alsu will start talking.
We need to file a motion for Karimov's pre-paid log-ins.
It's been filed.
They crossed the border separately, with a child each,
- and then... nothing. - Nothing.
Marta Siwy's autopsy report came in.
She was tortured.
- And no one heard anything? - What do you expect me to say?
We're checking the refugees' criminal records.
- Where to? - Let me go.
- Let me go! - Leave her alone!
The police don't comment whether any refugees from the centre
are suspected of murdering the Lesko doctor.
The only suspects right now are Poles who have protested against
the presence of dangerous fugitives from the east.
Their leader, Sylwester W., is to be transfered today to the Przemysl jail.
Free our guys! Free our guys!
- Don't fucking stare! - Fuck off, he smoked those niggers.
Good job! Poland for Poles! Burn those bitches!
Free our guys!
Poland for Poles! Fuck them!
Respect, bro! We're with you!
Fuck them all!
Fuck.
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It couldn't wait?
Come.
I leave info about patrols, BG routes, rosters.
I don't know who picks it up.
- Did you kill that woman with the kid? - No!
No! But I was there. He called me, we were looking for them in the woods.
- Who? - A Ukrainian.
Who?
Fucking Shadow!
We found her, and he strangled her.
I know who you are, I won't rat you out, I swear.
Does he know about the apprehended woman with the kid!
- Not yet. - And it's to stay that way.
I won't tell them anything, I swear.
I'm looking for your husband and daughter.
I know they weren't with you.
Wiktor told me. Rebrow.
I'm in touch with him.
You don't need to protect him.
See if they fit...
Never interrupt a witness interrogation, understand?!
Instead of watching them, you wander off to get fucking shoes?
I just picked them up at the gate.
And when the kid discovered the corpse, you were at the gate too?!
- I'm sorry. - "Sorry".
Whatever those two have seen is too important.
Too many people have died then and now for you to fuck this up!
Get it?!
Yes?
Right.
OK, bring him in.
I want to plead guilty.
- Smart move. I'll need... - I fucking killed those Arabs.
I rounded them up at the retorts, locked them up and fried them.
And I have just one regret.
That those two bitches with the brat got away.
So you were there. And Cinek. Anyone else?
The fucking Wawel Dragon. I did it on my own.
I don't believe you. Whom are you covering?
I don't give a fuck what you believe.
You can't count on a lenient sentence, unless you start talking...
Sentences are for the guilty, and I'm not ashamed.
Let the scum know where they're coming to.
Have you got a smoke?
- Wisniak is small fry. - Not for the press.
You heard them. They're making him look like a fucking hero.
- He's fucking with us. - Who? Him or Grzywaczewski?
Iga, I respect you, but this is bigger than you.
In the bombing case all you had was circumstantial,
But here you've got hard evidence. A fucking confession.
When fate smiles at you, don't kick it in the balls.
We're holding a press conference at 5 pm. We've got a suspect.
- Luczak. - There'll be a new transfer in a week.
Fuck me sideways.
- You caught him? - Her. The mole...
- is that new girl, Boczarska. - Does Markowski know?
- You'll tell him, when I get a signal. - What signal?
- What are you up to? - A flare by border post 18.
Tomorrow she will lure Grzywa to the marsh.
- Markowski should know. - About the transfer.
Don't tell him about Boczarska. I want Grzywa for myself.
Who caught you?
The fugitive from the woods. Wiktor Rebrow.
That Pole.
- What does he want from you? - I'm to lure the Pole to the marsh.
Do it.
No!
What are you doing?
I've got something else!
It's her. The one you've been looking for.
I can't go on like this.
I'll return all you've paid me.
She is in the refugee centre.
All right, I'll deal with it.
The Pole has been compromised anyway.
Good job. Good.
I'll take the new ones, you'll go with the overdo group
and pick up the goods in the forest.
It's a big risk. Two groups, in winter.
You should have thought about it earlier. It's the last shipment.
Deliver it, and then I don't give a fuck what you do.
- Do you trust the redhead? - If he comes with me, he'll be OK.
I want him to do the job without you. I'm talking about the mole.
Hi.
Did you ever kill anyone, point blank?
Or anyone at all?
He can come along for the ops, but cleaning up is not for him.
Sure he can.
Remember about your wife.
It's your last run and that's it?
Pole!
You're going back to her, right?
Colonel, may we?
Don't get up.
Were you planning on returning it to Rebrow?
There is something else in the evidence you've hidden.
I could have them frisk you.
Your gun and phone.
I doubt he lives here alone. We found this inside.
Keep on looking.
Check everything within a 100 m radius!
How are the shoes? You lost yours, right?
- In the mud, back in the woods. - I lose stuff all the time.
I had another pair for football. But they took them.
Took them?
Who? Smugglers?
They said they'd return them after we carry their stuff across.
What stuff? I don't get it.
A bit too heavy for kids.
You play ball well.
My brother likes to be the goalie.
You've got a sister. Right?
No. Layla is dead.
- You were to come alone. - Shadow never said she was a girl.
He'll wait for your signal only till tomorrow.
You're to meet at the marsh. He said you knew the place.
How are you supposed to contact him?
A flare by border post 18.
What the fuck?
No, I beg you!
No!
That's how traitors end.
A double whisky, please.
Hold on... Markowski is charged with what?
Why the hell didn't anyone tell me?
I'll have the same.
We know why Nail Karimov hasn't been answering his phone.
He is in jail in for attempting to forge passports for his family.
- Did anyone talk to his lawyer? - He doesn't have one.
They'll deport him any day now.
Thanks.
I need Alsu Karimov and her son and the police station, now.
Get dressed.
Alsu's daughter was hit by a car, 6 months ago.
It was a hit and run.
- Probably the Russian FSB. - That's why they ran.
I asked the boy about their stuff. The smugglers took it...
and gave them backpacks to carry. Heavy ones.
What was in them?
Fuck!
Hello?
Police! Freeze or I'll shoot!
Police, freeze!
Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out of here!
- Get the fuck out! - Motherfuckers!
Quiet!
Shut up!
Luczak!
You are listening to Radio Rzeszow.
We are still waiting for an official police statement
concerning the attack on the refugee centre in the Bieszczady.
We don't know whether centre employees have been hurt
or are there any fatal casualties. Apparently the centre is on fire.
Grab that fucker!
Quickly!
- What the fuck? - Get the fuck out!