The Code

Welcome to the family.

They said they'd deport my parents unless I help.

If you just give the files back then it'll all be over.

I want to see my file and I want to see my parents' file too.

I want to know what they did.

Remind me how we got out of Iran.

We applied when the Kazmis did, didn't we?

Then suddenly they're taken.

- Who's he? - Mason Cole.

He's our international partner on this.

He says it's incomplete.

Things didn't go quite to plan. Get the second half of those files.

The photos are the fucking key to the code!

Is this what Jesse took from Physanto?

Every country on the planet

has been trying to crack laser enrichment for 50 years.

My mum's birthday, you know. Can't say I did.

- Aggravated assault. - With a deadly weapon.

He says it was a beer jug.

Fortunately for you,

Ian Bradley asked to make a representation for Jesse.

You leave the Lindara story alone for now and Jesse can go home.

I can't believe you were blackmailing me.

You'll have the story, Ned. The real story.

It'll need to be done carefully. And only through a single voice.

He's not really built for prison, is he?

The choice is absolutely yours.

.. prompting this statement later the same day

from Minister Poulson.

It's an incredibly difficult time.

I would also like to express my distress...

.. at what can only be called hyena journalism

from some sections of the media...

That is very off putting.

Someone should probably go and say something. Hm?

.. my wife has battled postnatal depression for a decade,

and media scrutiny over the past few days

have almost certainly played a role in it.

Leave it. No, it's OK.

I'd like to... I would like to clean it up.

I know you would, I would like you to leave it.

Ned.

Ned!

Why are you doing this? Avoiding me.

I'm not. I'm right here.

As always.

I swear to you, Ned,

one minute we were walking along and everything was very cordial

and then the next minute he smashes the jug into his face.

I did not do that. That would be the bourbon, Jesse.

The jug of bourbon. It makes it hard to know exactly what happened.

I did NOT do that!

It's done, Jesse.

Please, don't walk away. It's done!

It's done! It's done!

Hi, Ned, it's Alex again.

She's called 14 times. Is that a sign that it's done?

Are you there?

I'm heading into Broken Hill.

It's really important that you get -

It is done.

If it's Mr Barstow, tell him to put some clothes on.

Fuck.

G'day. Can I help you?

Yeah, we have a mutual acquaintance, Nico Gaelle.

But I'm having trouble finding him.

Mr Malik, is everything OK?

Tell them to go away.

Everything's fine, Umar.

Thank you.

So you probably know there was some difficulties

but they can be sorted.

Now I can get what you want. Today.

I'm sorry, I don't know - No, please. Hey!

I don't care if it goes through him

or direct through you

or you both decide to pass.

I'm just telling you there'll be an option to take it today.

You don't want it, I'll take it somewhere else.

I'd like to think Nico would benefit from this,

given it was his baby.

But I'm not gonna wait around any more.

These were taken 47 minutes ago outside the Pakistani Embassy.

Who's in the back of the car?

Mid-level employees.

An executive assistant and his wife. The Maliks.

Oh, what did they say happened?

They classified it as a personal matter.

So selling stolen nuclear technology on the black market

is a personal matter now.

Is there, ah, any more clarity on who the end purchasers are?

We've had the European team looking at the information as it's come in,

but so far these guys are playing it close to their chests.

But you clearly don't think it's going to Pakistan? We're sure.

They're just the middleman and they're operating off their own bat.

The Pakistani Government doesn't know what the Maliks are up to.

Shouldn't we bring them into the tent?

I don't want to scare the horses.

We'll have to say sorry after the fact.

We'll have to?

I think the grovelling is going to be all Australia's, isn't it?

What's your bet?

Iran. I could be wrong.

There's a handful of rogue African states queuing up for it too.

Let's not forget North Korea.

Turns up on security tapes and embassies -

he's not really thinking straight.

He even coughs in your direction, we need to know.

Should we get that? It might be important.

You expecting any important phone calls?

Any life-changing revelations?

No, not really.

No?

Business as usual, then.

I know it's not an accurate indication of blood alcohol level,

but you smell like you shouldn't be driving.

I'll get my job back, Ned. I'll do something... right.

And no worries, I can... I'll... I can walk.

Tom. Tommo.

Mate...

.. I know how many chances you've given me

but I really want my job back.

That's not actually true, I don't want it back,

but if I work to get it back, speaking in cliches,

it might help prove to Ned that I can be part of the solution

and not always, as is his belief, part of the problem.

Hey.

Jesse?

Can you look at me, please?

Hey.

Is that, um -

Don't worry, I deserved it. You OK?

Yeah.

I've missed you.

Ned was right.

About what?

He said you lie...

.. and I...

When I was in primary school,

Toby Jenkins used to take my lunch money once a week,

he told me some crazy story

and because I did not have the natural ability

to determine whether he was telling the truth or not,

I would give it to him.

Ned and my mum helped me to work out what to look for, signs of the lie.

Blinking, short sentences, movement of the eyes.

A way to check.

Not perfect. But it worked most of the time.

Except for people who... um... lie all the time.

I'm not lying now, I missed you.

You used me, you just wanted the files. Jesse, I -

I figured it out, by the way, without you.

Figured what out?

The encryption cipher, I didn't need you, as it turns out.

You cracked it?

I did, it was beautiful, I...

Jesse. Jesse, I'm sorry...

.. I didn't want to hurt you, I tried to protect you, I did.

Jesse?

- Jesse. - Hey.

What's goin' on? Come in.

Well, why doesn't he?

Mm-hm.

Well, get someone to brief him on the way up.

OK.

OK, bye.

This is what I received on the wire overnight.

It's the latest on the journos in North Korea.

Now this is why we've got a problem.

We've got journos sniffing for a nice, juicy story on the sex trade.

You know how it goes - they meet a man in a bar

who'll promise to take them to meet some of the girls.

You're kidding.

As their guide accidentally takes them across the border

into North Korea.

Oh, dear. The guide works for the North Korean Government.

One pre-packaged crisis ready to go.

And they've got their reason

to walk away from the negotiating table on Pacific Rim security.

Yeah, exactly.

Hang on a sec.

Pam?

No, we're going to have to move that meeting to next week.

Have I got five minutes till kick off?

OK. Pam...

Let me explain...

Sophie, it's not how it looks.

From my day planner. Sophie -

You put it in the Poulson file to get Ned to Lindara

and you didn't even have the balls to do it yourself.

Look, Sophie, it's an incredibly complex -

Really? From where I'm sitting it looks like incredibly simple.

Chicken-shit, cowardly, utterly spineless but very, very simple.

Take a minute, take a breath, we'll talk it though, OK?

'Cause there are unprecedented circumstances here.

I know you're going to spin me a great story, Randall,

but I'd like to keep a clear head,

make sure I make a decision without all that pesky emotional baggage

clogging up the process.

Minister, some are questioning whether it's all a smokescreen