The first 200 lines.
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.
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.
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