The Code

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Oh, you guys remove the greenery, all right? I'll be a sec.

Marcus!

Marcus! Give me the phone!

Give me the phone!

Hey, Jess, it's me. I'm just checking to see if you're coming.

Don't make me do this on my own, okay?

You've got 20 minutes to get dressed. Up and at 'em!

Are you sure we can't just stay here?

Mm. It's probably a bit snug, but it'll do.

- Do people dress up? - It's kind of a significant occasion.

Probably good to shave too.

Don't think anyone would care if I've shaved or not.

It's giving me pash rash.

Well, that's another thing altogether.

You write something?

Well, I tried.

What can you say about a woman

who fell apart when her marriage collapsed

and slowly went mad?

She got great joy from her painting.

What the hell is he doing here?

Mum was born in 1953, here in Canberra.

She always wanted to be a teacher,

and graduated from st Catherine's teaching college with honours.

She fell pregnant with me

two months before she was due to start teaching her first class,

and then Jesse...

..And she made a decision to dedicate herself to family life instead.

Sadly...

the last few years haven't been kind to Mum.

But she loved us as best she could.

She got great joy from her painting.

She had very beautiful hands. Very soft.

She would tuck us in at night.

First Ned and then me, 'cause I was on the bottom bunk.

Um, and she'd kiss me on the cheek

and then she'd stroke my eyelids with her fingertips, soft as a bird.

She'd, um, crouch there, in the dark,

even though it hurt her back, for as long as it took until I was asleep.

"It's what mothers do," she used to say.

Mm.

It made me feel good.

Who's that? Who's that?

My dad.

I'll call you in the next couple of days.

- Thank you. - You're very welcome.

I'll just, um, introduce you to the boys.

- All right, come on. - Where?

Hi, Jess.

Ah, hello Dad.

Ned.

Hey.

I'm Hani.

Yes! Uh, Dad, this is Hani. Hani, Dad.

David.

Hi.

Of course, you wouldn't have to call him "dad", obviously.

Yeah.

And this is Mandy.

Hi.

- Mandy. Hello. - Sorry about your mum.

Oh, there's no need for you to be sorry, is there?

It's not like you did anything to contribute to her demise.

I assume.

How long have you been dad's girlfriend?

Not that long. Three months?

Three months! Oh, she's a keeper, then.

We've got to go.

Where do we have to go? You're kidding me.

Unbelievable!

I don't know what you think you're doing, but...

we're trying to bury my mother here.

- Burn. - Eh?

We're... we're cremating her, not...

So you can take your little surveillance kit

and go and spy on someone else today.

Ned Banks, Nolan Daniels, Federal Police.

Look, I was hoping to wait until things had wrapped up here,

but we really can't wait any longer.

Unless you're planning to arrest us, we're not talking to anyone.

Well, we could go that way... arrest first, talk later...

- but I'd rather not. - What's he talking about?

- I don't know yet. - What's going on?

I've got this, I don't need your help.

Listen, I think it's in everyone's best interest

- if we deal with this at the station. - Er, no, no, no, no, I can't do that.

I can't possibly go to the police station.

- Hey! What are you doing?! - How about you don't touch him, okay?!

- Listen, however we do this... - Hey, calm down.

You need to come now.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad are you feeling?

Just, I don't have a paper bag on me,

and if you're going to have a panic attack, I want one.

Quite used to managing them on my own

without a paper bag, as it happens.

Right.

'Cause I've got some news that's not going to make you any less stressed.

Section 12 warrants.

Extradition orders from the US Department of Justice.

They want us to surrender you and Jesse

to face charges for the theft and distribution

of the restricted data Jesse stole.

And he didn't do himself any favours

with his hack into the parliamentary network.

So, at the moment, the only thing standing between

you two and the American court system

is a signature from the Attorney-General.

You outed some powerful people, Jesse.

There's a feeling that an example needs to be made.

You and I both know

that if the Americans get you to the states, you're toast.

And yet if, as you say,

all that stands between us and the American court system

is a signature from the Attorney-General,

why aren't they signed?

I'm going to be straight up with you, Jesse.

We've got a little problem that we're struggling with,

and if you had a crack at helping us fix it,

it would go a long way to making the Attorney-General happier

to argue the case for keeping you here.

What kind of problem?

The attack on the Australian surfers in West Papua.

You didn't see it on the news this morning?

I don't do the news.

My focus tends to be smaller than the whole world.

Lucky old you.

Well, there was a third man in the car.

You know him?

Jan Roth?

We've been chasing him for a while.

He's been living off the grid, operating under the radar.

I don't see how this could possibly have anything to do with me.

Roth is the brains behind this website on the darknet.

Darknet.

It's neither especially deep nor dark.

It's just not accessible without the right tools.

Not dark, eh?

Let's see what he's got for sale.

And then there was this.

A couple of months ago,

this young boy becomes friends with a girl online,

and they text message each other for a few weeks.

And then she suggests that they meet up.

I don't want to... I don't want to see that.

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He hasn't been seen since.

Please, I can't have that kind of story in my head

'cause once it's in there, I won't be able to get it out.

Callum's parents...

they don't want to have this story in their heads either, Jesse.

Callum was hassling us to stay at a friend's place for the weekend.

I wasn't keen.

His grades have been shocking lately.

Woman: Sometimes you just run out of steam.

You say yes to avoid the moods and slamming doors.

You are turning into a royal pain in the arse, mate!

You know whose fault that is? Mine.

Now, you can get yourself to Ben's place.

I'm tired of playing chauffeur.

He has asthma and he didn't take a ventolin.

We were going to drop one over. Michael called.

He wasn't there.

Wasn't any plan for him to stay the weekend.

Mr and mrs Mccray, we believe

that the person posing as Rachel

has connections to known sex offenders.

There is a hidden site on the Internet

that's used as a marketplace

for videos,

images...

Last week a user posted a more serious proposition for sale.

There were images of Callum,

and an offer to spend time with him for a fee of 15,000.

The Mccrays don't have a choice.

But you do.

You can choose to help us find their son.

You're the brother that's always getting you into trouble, right?

Ned's the one that bails you out.

Surely you must be sick of that.

Yo!

- Where's Rachel? - Uh, she's still with our stepmum.

They broke down on the way back, but she's going to get the train.

She'll be here first thing in the morning.

Just, you know, relax, man.

Eat some pizza.

Play some games.

She'll be here before you know it.

I might go down to the car and have another look for my phone.

No, I, um... I looked, man. It's not there.

Can ring it if you're worried.

- Nah, it's sweet. - Sweet?

Eat up, huh?

- (Phone rings) - I've got to take this.

Uh-huh?