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Wiktor! You have a visitor!

Is it about Mom?

No.

- Then what are you doing here? - Cant I visit my own son?

Wiktor

Ewa is dead. Let go.

Łuczak thinks I've lost it? I knew it.

He's worried about you. Just like Mom and I.

Mom thinks it's too early for you to be back on duty.

- Do I look insane? - No, but it's about

a natural phase of grieving.

Dont bring God into this.

I won't, I promise.

You're tormented by survivor's guilt,

because it is the only way you can cope with the fact

that you didn't save her.

Ewa is alive.

-You couldn't save her. No one could. -She is alive.

Mom and I want you to stay with us for a while.

Just a few weeks, until

When do you need to go back?

You don't want me to drive you?

I like taking the bus.

Do you still sit at the front?

And you at the very back?

I don't take the bus often nowadays.

We never sat together, did we?

Ewa is alive. I'm not crazy, Dad.

I will pray for you.

It's probably stomach flu.

Thanks, Commander.

I'll try to get over it as soon as possible.

Yes, sir.

- It's an 8 mm. - No way.

Sure it is.

- Rebrow's not here yet. -1 came to you.

How long have you known him?

- Long enough. - To know if he's hiding something?

He's cross dressing. But only on weekends.

I see. A joke. Very amusing.

You're his friend, so you're protecting him.

But even you must have wondered why was he the sole survivor?

- Rebrow was the target. - Why didn't they kill just him?

Ask the motherfuckers who did it.

Which motherfucker should I start with?

Kalita. At the sawmill.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

One more thing.

I spoke with your Warsaw commander.

You applied for a transfer a few hours after the bombing.

And?

You had other stuff on your mind. The baby.

That was after he was born.

Your commander remembered that you filed for a transfer

before there was news of any survivors.

From the bombed guardhouse you could go past border post 68.

It's exposed territory. A forester or a guard would notice something.

And here?

Ruins of the old church.

She could hide there, right?

If she survived, why hasn't she called you?

It could be wounds, amnesia...

Is it about the earring you found?

Why would she hide here, not letting anyone know?

-1 just know that she might be alive. - Or maybe. Look at me!

Maybe someone is fucking with your mind?

- Maybe that's what this is about! - Are you coming or not?

Get the fuck out of here.

Grzywa

What did Dobosz want?

- Dirt on Rebrow. - Is he hitting the bottle again?

I don't know. Why?

- He called in sick. Stomach flu. -And?

He's never taken a day off before, except for when he was hospitalized.

So, he's not allowed to be sick?

Morning. Iga Dobosz, the DA's Office in Lesko.

- An accident? - Yeah.

I've had men lose an arm due to carelessness.

Ive got a few questions.

Go ahead, we've got no secrets here.

You've got one man less on the job.

- It's just a scratch. -1 meant Kosowski.

Hold this.

Right, he was a good employee.

Here? Or at your other enterprises?

What enterprises? This is a legit business.

I heard he got into some shady business, but I don't believe that.

How doubting of you.

- Innocent until proven guilty, right? - Did you have a deal with Rebrow?

- A deal? - Right.

Like tipping off other smuggling operations,

so that he'd turn a blind eye to yours?

See that saw?

He was this close from carving me.

That moron insists I was behind the bombing.

- Why didn't you report it? - Here?

BG, cops - same shit.

Push him and you'll find out.

He's fucking insane.

Goodbye.

Dumbass.

Punk.

Look. Three of them,

an hour ago, tops.

- Poachers? - Mushroom pickers, dentists,

- students. - And here: a smaller print.

- Listen, Winnetou - Older. Could it be woman?

Could be.

If Ewa wound up here, where would she head to?

If she wound up here, she would head home to you.

- Unless she's hiding. - That would mean

she has something to hide.

In which case you'd be better off if she died with the others.

Fuck! They have guns.

Pull over there.

We need to call for backup.

Zero

Aga, fuck! Are you OK?

- I'll call for backup. - Fuck backup. They'll be gone.

Hold it

Give me the binoculars.

Stomach flu, my ass. He wanted to catch some fresh air.

Who's the other guy?

Łuczak, an ex-guard.They're buddies.

They're looking for something.

- Or someone. - Poachers, maybe?

Yeah, sure.

Don't tell Markowski we saw them.

Don't tell me what to do!

I'm ranked higher, if I say we call backup, we do it!

And don't wave your gun around!

22 to 01, copy.

What a stench.

It's still warm.

So we sit back and wait for the artist.

Come on, Osama. Track.

He's got something.

Crossed scents.

- Ewa wasnt here. - Finally you're talking sense.

So now what?

It's getting dark. Coming?

- She'd have left a message for me. - What message?

- "I was here"? - Fuck you!

I'm here, right? Looking for her, with you.

Trying to make some sense of it. But Ewa is gone. Shes gone!

Osama, let go!

Help me.

Are you OK?

Polish?

- What's he mumbling? -1 dont know. Nothing, I guess.

- But he sure stinks. - Mute doesn't always mean deaf.

Let me see.

We need to dress the wound at the base.

It's OK. You'll come with us.

Easy...

Up we go.

Cool it, old man.

Maybe he's a local guy, not an illegal.

Local, sure. But a freak!

Alright, he's clean.

In you go.

Go on.

Come on

Will you be OK?

Dont worry.

- A drink? - No way. Im driving.

What's wrong?

I don't fucking know.

I'll be off. Try to catch some sleep. Get drunk or something.

Bye.

Yes, I was careful.

Left everything as it was. He won't suspect anything.

See you tomorrow.

- Where's this artist from? - No idea.

- Who might know? - Rebrow?

- We'll need to visit the patient. - I'll call him.

Natalia

Did you think it over?

Thanks, but no thanks.

- You won't change your mind? - No.

Captain!

It keeps on shutting down.

Was it the shits or bullshit?

The latter.

A mighty hangover, huh?

-1 hiked with Luczak all day. - Fucking junk.

Looking for Ewa.

- Ewa is in her grave. - How can you be so sure?

They put some remains there, which couldn't be identified.

This is her earring. She had it on when the bomb went off.

I found it in the cabin two days ago.

- Listen to yourself. -1 know.

But I swear I think she's alive.

This is seriously fucked up.

- Don't tell anyone. Even Kinga. - We dont speak anyway.

Captain? Chief wants you at the holding cell.

See you.

Why does he always come in through the garage?

To walk around the plaque.

Connect the fucking dots!

- You look like shit. - Better than yesterday.

Do you know this mute?

Sure. The Witcher. A local medicine man.

Like a shaman?

He's harmless. A former Greek Catholic priest.

His family perished in a fire.

He lost his mind, and roams between Poland and Ukraine.

He shouldn't be kept here.

Take care of it.

So this is our artist.

Who is this?

Have you seen this woman?

Who is she?!

Tell me, it's very important. Have you seen her?

Have you?

Come on. Get up.

Get up.

Don't be afraid.

Come...

Was it her?

Was it her that you saw? Was it her?!

Back to the cell. I'll drive you home after my shift.

Good morning. We're waiting for the forensic team.

Hypothermia. No IDs, probably a part of a larger group.

I get it. Will do. Over and out.

Markowski wants us to stay put. He's on his way to Natalia.

Who else knows?

- You, Łuczak and my father. - Keep it that way.

If she's alive and hasn't contacted you, then...

- Then she's a mole. - Which gets Dobosz out of your hair.

I believe she wants to contact me, but she can't.

Or do you want to believe that?

It's fucking dead.

- What channel are you on? - The Commander's.

Turn that junk off!

Turn that junk off!

Fucking radio!

- Well? - I'm sorry.

- Shit happens. -1 was right.

- About what? - I'm not cut out for undercover.

Or for this job.

Take a look.

Closer.

I saw them!

Don't you want to catch the motherfuckers?

Those I will.

No offence, pops.

You'll need a car wash.

No, thanks.

Where did you see her?

I won't budge until you show me.

Stubborn man.

What was in there?

I saw her. Her burnt face, as clear as I see you.

- After the old man's moonshine? - There you go, then.

-1 lost her earring there. - You're fucking mad, right?

Be seated.

I received a call from the Stuposiany BG station.

They picked up a teen from Azerbaijan in square 19.

He confessed he was part of a larger group,

which will probably cross the border on our turf.

Everyone is to be ready in 10.

Grzywa leads group A, Rebrow - group B.

- Clear? - Yes, sir. - Let's do it.

The blast was enormous.

We didn't find Wityhska's phone.

- Maybe someone hid it on purpose? - You're getting carried away.

Could you leave us for a moment?

Yes.

Well?

- Nothing? - Nil.

We haven't found anything.

There's got to be something! We must have missed it.

An elite BG unit gets blown sky high! There's one survivor!

He has a shitload of cash at his place, and you can't find anything?

No dodgy bank accounts?

No proved contacts with Kalita? To Metro?

Get the fuck out and find something already!

01 A, where are you?

OK. Hold your position.

01B? Give me a visual.

OK, in position. Stand by.

Good luck.

- They'll come this way? - There are a number of passes.

But this is the only way down.

Rebrow will round them up, well catch them.

- How are you doing? - Fine.

Did you ever have to kill anyone?

No.

- So you've never killed anyone? - Rambo, shut up

or you'll be the first.

There they are.

Zoom in.

Fuck. Just kids.

B, we see them.

Copy that.

Children?

Careful, it's just kids.

Border Guard, halt!

On the ground!

Lie down!

One of them is running away.

Border Guard, halt!

Who's with Natalia?

Who's with Natalia?

Stop!

Take the lower path.

I'll bring him out!

What's going on? Get back to me.

You fucking...

Rebrow, what's going on?

Fuck... Grzywa, what's going on?

Fuck.