The Code

- Man: What time's the game tomorrow? - Woman: You're doing the afternoon.

Oi! Thank you very much.

You trying to paint your face with your food or something?

- Look at you. - (All laugh)

Help me! Help me!

What are you doing?! Help me!

Help me!

Jesse didn't exactly stick to the plan.

Which is exactly what I said would happen, didn't I?

So, what happens to the idea of him getting us into Roth's computer?

Well, it still might happen.

As long as he's with Roth, there is still a chance.

Nasim: Do you really think?

He's a nice boy,

but he can't tie his shoelaces without a team of helpers

and a 10-point plan.

I want to go public.

Look, at this critical stage,

we don't think that that's the way to go.

You keep saying that. You don't say why.

Lara: Detective Daniels isn't actually at liberty to say why.

There are some quite significant security implications in the mix.

National security implications that he hasn't been briefed on.

I can't even begin to imagine the horror you're going through,

but I need to tell you

that we're dealing with a very smart and dangerous man,

and if we tip our hand early, let Roth know we're looking for him,

he'll be gone.

We'll find Callum with or without Jesse's help.

I need you to be strong. Let us do our job.

Can you give us a second, Lara?

"We will find Callum"? You can't do that.

Really?

I know without a shadow of a doubt that if we go to the media now

the chances of finding Roth go through the floor.

So I make a promise I might not be able to keep

to improve the odds of actually finding that boy alive?

I can live with that.

What national security implications?

You know the drill, Nolan.

If you were meant to know, they'd have told you.

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Wait here.

Seasick or panic?

Don't know. They feel kind of the same.

This is bad, Hani.

Unless you want to get all literal for a minute...

in which case, nothing actually bad has happened yet.

We're in the middle of God knows where,

in the company of a man who thinks

selling small boys on the Internet is okay,

and whose last travel companions finished up being shot to death

on a road that looked horribly just like this one.

That doesn't seem actually bad to you?

And there's the fact that we no longer have a plan.

Which is why we move on to plan B.

Come on, kids, let's go.

We go to his place, you solve his technical problem

and while you're at it we find a way to copy his entire hard drive.

Instead of them getting into his system with the Trojan,

we just give them a copy of the lot.

You can do this, Jesse.

You can still save Callum.

- In you get, on the floor. - Why?

Not that I think you'd turn me in intentionally,

but once you're back in the loving arms of the Intelligence community,

shit happens.

I just want to clarify our arrangement.

I take a look at your problem, you pay the $25.000

and then you're taking us back, right?

- Mm. - That's what's happening.

Well as much as I enjoy your charming company,

I'm not looking for a long-term relationship.

In you go.

Down there.

Who the hell are they?

You're overreacting.

You don't know the first thing about them.

Oh, sorry, except that they're working with the police

- to actually try and catch you. - They were bait, Kiki, nothing more.

I took them out right from under the cops' noses.

They're going to help me get the job done

and then I'm going to bring them back.

And five minutes later the troops arrive

and then you're locked up for the rest of your life.

Yeah, it's a risk. But Jesse is worth the risk.

He's smarter than Eric and Christo put together.

Which one of you is Jesse?

Kiki: Listen to me!

Kind of a girl's name, isn't it?

Jesse James was a boy.

- Who's that? - He was an outlaw.

Are you an outlaw too?

- Um... - No. He's a good guy.

I don't want to argue about this anymore.

We're so close, okay?

It's my work.

I need to get it back and I can't do it alone.

Jesse, Hani, my wife Kiki,

who is sometimes, but not always, a little more hospitable.

- Hello. - Hi.

Excellent. Now that that's out of the way, let's go to work.

Right.

- (Types) - We haven't been able to crack it.

Open it.

First impressions?

First impression is that even if I can decrypt the file,

you don't have the authorization to launch the program.

Indeed. You can see what my problem is.

He opens it and what sort of trouble is he getting himself into?

Because the strength of that encryption

suggests that whoever you stole it from

is pretty invested in keeping it unopened.

- I think "stole" is the wrong word. - Really?

'Cause the fact that you don't have the decryption key

is a pretty big clue that it doesn't belong to you.

I don't think these insights from the peanut gallery are helping,

so why don't you take a fuckin' walk?

You don't get to talk to her like that.

I also work better without an audience.

The sooner you get this job done...

the sooner you two get to go back to your little lives together.

So, once you've got something positive to say...

I'll be right back.

I've just been with Marcus' kids.

How are they doing?

It's nothing.

Give me your phone, Ramsey.

More threatening texts today.

"Tell your wife to get your coffin ready, then she's next."

And you still don't want to fight back?

Scare tactics, which only work if they scare me.

Well, you should be. You can't lead the movement from the grave.

You get started on that.

I'm going to go and find something we can copy his hard drive onto.

Hey, Rambo, can you turn it down?!

I think that's the medieval one, not the Modern War.

- Right. - Dad!

Newsreader: A violent and chilling end for two young Australian surfers

caught in the crossfire, as tensions boil over

in the troubled Indonesian province of West Papua.

While the names of the young men have not been released,

new details are beginning to emerge

which suggest the attack could be linked

to the pro-independence movement.

The attack is the latest in a series of incidents

on the road outside the Australian-owned Helmston Mine.

The mine has become a flashpoint in one of the region's most violent

and least talked about conflicts.

Fiona Walsh is on the line from the capital.

Fiona, what can you tell us about today's developments?

Paul, what I can tell you is that the local police

are taking things very seriously...

Interview tomorrow, right?

A dedicated task force is on its way to the province...

You're not eating?

Oh, there's a security meeting I just can't get out of.

- Thought we'd hang out a bit later. - I'm not hungry.

Fiona: (On TV) We also heard late last night

that investigators from the...

Neil: Marcus Kombian.

Local law enforcement confirms he was shot and killed during the attack.

The Australians fired back?

A handgun was recovered from the vehicle.

We're waiting on ballistic reports.

- Do we know how many were involved? - Locals say three or four,

but everything points to Kombian being the leader.

He was a loud voice against the mine

and was a close associate of one of the current leaders

of the separatist movement, Ramsey Gangi.

- Ramsey Gangi was there at the attack? - Unconfirmed.

We need those lease negotiations finalised.

Any sense of when that might be?

You'll have new draft amendments on your table by the end of the day.

It's scheduled for a public signing as the centerpiece to the forum

next Monday.

Sooner would take the heat out of the situation.

I'm sure it would, Neil.

But they want to double the size of the mine.

There's a quid pro quo.

Terms of trade concessions, a revamp of the aid budget.

Look, expanding the mine's in everyone's interests,

but I'd prefer it if we're not left carrying the financial can

- for the next decade or more. - Any good news on Roth?

No, he's keeping his head well and truly down.

I'm assuming you read last night's briefing?

I read it, and I've got a bunch of questions.

And most of them start with,

"Who the fuck was the genius in charge

of handing Jesse Banks over to Roth on a silver platter?"

Simpleton? Really? That was completely uncalled for.

Hello, the Honourable Minister for Foreign Affairs and Trade.

God, it sounds completely ridiculous, doesn't it?

- Fits you like a glove. - Ha-ha!

Hey, can you walk with me? I've got a presser.

I mean it, though. So deserved. It's a big step up.

- How's Alyse? - She's good, all things considered.

- She still in pain? - Mm-hm.

I think there's always going to be a lot of pain, you know.

On good days she's full of yoga and meditation,