The Code

Charged him yet? We still don't know what happened, Carl.

We know exactly what happened. My little girl is dead.

He either slipped and cracked his face on the way down

or someone smashed his head into the rocks.

You want me to play Judas?

Viewing it differently, your friend's been blown off course.

So that's part A and the decryption key. Will it be enough?

Can you get me a copy of the breach report.

I don't know if I can do this anymore.

Go, go! Hey, it's me.

Jess?

I have hot dogs, jam fairycakes, lemonade.

Which will either make you feel better or put you into a diabetic coma.

Hello?

Jess?

Jesse.

Oh, no.

You have no idea how much trouble you're in.

Jesse.

Not the van.

Come on, Jesse.

Hey.

Hey. Hey. It's OK. It's OK.

It's me.

It's just you and me.

Pretty blunt way to tell someone you're not into them.

Trina Daniels, she was a gold member on eDate until six months ago.

'Sensitive, intelligent lady looking for a sensitive, intelligent man.'

Cue your mate, Andy King.

'I was wandering in the dark and you found me.

Now I never want to leave the light.'

Missed his calling.

So, he tell you he'd found the love of his life?

His wife was the love of his life.

I didn't know he was even having coffee with this woman.

What, and he'd have told you? Once upon a time.

His wife's Redress of Grievance file at the Defence Department

makes for a... ooh, an interesting read!

Yeah. If someone had bothered to write back to her once in a while,

maybe she wouldn't have tried so hard to get attention.

She drove into a tree. Hardly the Army's fault.

She drove into a tree because she was clinically depressed,

which the Army never acknowledged or approved any help for.

'I can't conceive.'

Oh, and that's the Army's fault too. Listen.

She was a friend of mine, if you want to adjust your pitch a little.

Trina Daniels worked in data encryption at Physanto.

Downloaded the first part of a highly classified file

on the day she was murdered.

Probably fair to say he was getting a little extra out of the romance.

The last thing she printed when she left was a breach report.

It has Jesse Banks' IP address on it.

Now, if she gave that to King, could he find him?

He could find the Ark of the Covenant if he wanted to.

So yeah, if I were Banks, I'd expect a visit.

Text intercepted on the way to Andy King, two minutes ago.

GPS is picking him up at the National Capital University.

You look tired. Yeah, well, it's been a tricky week.

Who's the kid?

Mark's nephew. Here, doing computer science.

He's gonna check the file credentials for me,

which I'm presuming you brought along.

Andy?

Ah, yes, I have a gun.

You speak Urdu?

He says it's incomplete.

You know, things didn't quite go to plan. I do.

But this is not what we agreed.

No, and I was not planning to have a head-on collision

two weeks out from kick-off date.

Look, there's been a huge spike in security.

It's gonna take a little more time.

Maybe we should settle on a staged delivery.

I just gave you 50%, right?

I want 50% of the fee

so I can grease the odd wheel or two to get us over the line.

It's not as clear-cut as that.

You might've delivered 50%

but without the second half, those files are as good as useless.

Yeah? Well, I'm not sure everyone will see it that way.

You reckon you're the only buyer?

You talk to anyone else

and I guarantee you'll spend 20 years in supermax.

You take a deep breath

and you go get the second half of those files.

Let's not fuck this up so close to the finish line, eh?

What the fuck you doing?

Hello, Lynd.

What are you doing, Andy?

Well, I'm not sure you'd understand,

so why don't you get out of the car, forget you saw me.

No, it's gone beyond that.

And they know about the accident, they know about Physanto.

And the files you got from Trina.

For Christ's sake, tell me something, Andy.

Tell me it was blackmail,

she had a knife, self defence, something.

Missed you guys.

I'm sorry.

Been busy with Annie.

And the pregnancy, yeah, I know.

She, she looks good, Lyn.

Such a lucky prick.

So, you take care of each other, eh.

I have Andy King.

We're on Linnaeus Way, we're in a silver dual cab ute.

Number plate - Yankee Foxtrot X-ray,

Niner Three Papa. I'm requesting backup.

Leave him. Please repeat.

Let him run.

Repeat that, please.

It's an order. Let him run.

No, he didn't take them with him.

No, it's not good.

So, if he doesn't turn up for his appointment,

can you just give me a couple hours grace before you notify.

Thanks, Dr Shore. Appreciate it.

Profile page that tells you nothing.

Yeah, well, it's not meant to. It's not a real page.

Ooh, nice.

What do you mean, not a real page?

Nah, I mean, it's like, um,

like keeping your room clean as a kid.

You do that, your mum walks past, sees tidy, thinks everything's cool.

If everything's cool, she's not nosing under your bed,

where you're hiding your nasty stuff. Mm.

Lucky old Jess.

How about Jake?

I already have a name.

We need new ones. The people who grabbed you are serious operators.

We can't give them anything to trace.

Fake names won't hide us for long.

What about Robin?

Robin Banks?

And who are you?

Stay in the car.

I won't be long.

Hani, come and get my emails. Alright, I'll get 'em.

Where's this? You don't read the papers anymore?

Not if I can help it.

Mainstream media are idiots. Don't know why you bother.

There you go, Maman.

Don't let him play with it.

Remember the poli-sci study camp the uni's running at Jervis Bay?

I told you about it.

You want to go to a study camp? It's three days intensive.

Mock essays, mock exams.

TD's going. Then it will be mock study.

I already told her I'd go.

Tsk, it's not working, again.

Please, you're killing me.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

I thought you were gonna stay in the car.

Your friends don't need to stay in the car.

Some tea, Robin?

Sure we have time? Robin's driving with me to Jervis bay.

Is he? Mm.

Have you ever been in an accident before, Robin?

No, I haven't even got a licence.

You... You're not driving...

No, see, Dad, he's driving with me.

I said he's driving with me.

It's Robin's brother's car but I'm going to be driving.

He's driving with me. I'll see you in a couple of days. Hani.

If I call, you don't pick up after three rings, I'm coming down there.

Bye, Dad. See you later.

Nice to meet you, Robin. Bye-bye.

Seem to be having a bit of trouble with your mic feed.

Yeah, must've got caught up as I got in the car.

What's your read? Where's his head?

I assume it's full of details you don't want in the public domain.

That's the trouble with security clearances -

no erase button when somebody loses the plot.

Which brings us back to a watching brief until further notice.

Hey, who's he?

Mason Cole.

He's our international partner on this.

Cole brought us the first intel

on your mate's newest business associate,

Niko Gaelle.

Charged with dual use export breaches in Europe,

with arms traffic in the Mid East,

Bangladesh, Angola, China, Iran.

But he's clearly had the funds to buy his way out of a charge

until now.

Our American friends have been watching him for six months

and what's become clear is that he and Andy King

are brokering a deal to steal the Physanto IP

and sell it black market.

So why don't they bust them, themselves?

The crime's happening on Australian soil,

Australian jurisdiction.

So you see, relatively speaking,

Andy King is very small fry.

Hey.

Your aunties up at Youngmar, they sent this over.

They thought you'd be sick of the hospital food. That's nice.

Kitty, should I take that down the kitchen and warm it up?

Thanks.

So, you found out who did this yet?