The Code

Can't even begin to imagine how your report on this is gonna start.

I got some ideas.

So what about Hani? Not the priority.

You know, Joyce, since you seem so hell bent

on behaving like a one-man police state, knock yourself out.

- What are you doing? - I need some cash.

No, they'll trace it in, like, 25 seconds.

25 seconds? Well, at least we'll be able to get the fuck outta here.

But I just said we need to find Hani

and I don't see how we could find Hani...

Jesse, you're not getting it, are you?

Right now, if the police pick us up,

they're gonna lock us up and throw away the key

so there are a bunch of things that I'd 'like' to do.

I would like to find the files and put them back where we found them

so the charges against us aren't quite so insane.

I would also like to find Hani so that I don't have to

think about letting her die for the rest of my life.

But right now I don't have a clue how to do either of those things.

I just wanna get some money out so we can get outta here if we have to.

OK?

Well, we need a full media blackout while we work out what to do.

Christ knows how we're gonna land this without losing our heads.

We're in the suite in 15 to discuss strategy.

Get Sophie to do the briefing.

Some genius has a question about the nuclear black market

or laser enrichment,

they're issues with national security implication and comment will be made

if and when a proper risk assessment will be made -

as soon as we can, etcetera, etcetera.

Once that's done, send her to the bone yard.

Put her where she can't do any more damage.

I'm happy to pass the news on to Walsh if you're not up to it.

Jim? Yeah, I'll be there in three minutes.

Yep.

Bradley told me about the accident in the desert.

The real problem wasn't a dead kid. It was the cargo and clean-up.

Slow news week, throw Poulson to the wolves.

Keep that press gallery busy.

So, you helped cover up a murder

and then, 'cause you have an ethical wobble in the middle of the night,

you use me to try to claw back some sort of moral high ground?

I came looking for you after the meeting.

I sat at your desk trying to figure out whether or not I had the balls

to spill it myself.

I tossed a coin, Soph, put Lindara out to fate.

Leave a clue. Nothing obvious. See if fate would act.

I don't think they give medals

for pointing out there's a grenade on the ground, Randall.

I think you actually have to throw yourself on it.

So what do you wanna do? Oh, Christ!

You make it sound simple. It's not really a 'six of one' choice.

I knock on the PM's door,

I stick the knife into one of his ministers and his Chief of Staff,

that'll buy me friends for life on both sides of the house.

Or I say nothing

and I sink down into the swill with the rest of you.

There's a directive to make the next 48 hours watertight

and your friendship with Ned Banks puts you out of the picture.

I want you to focus on this press release instead.

Poulson's first day back tomorrow.

Significant after all that's happened.

Is this meant to be funny?

Is this some ironic little witticism 'after everything that's happened'?

Will be worth your while, Sophie. Talk to Poulson.

How is this helping us to find Hani? If you could just tell me how this...

There was a sticker on the van.

Some kind of parking sticker with a symbol on it.

Yep, that's it. That's it there.

Hey, er, excuse me, mate?

Can I borrow your phone? I've just got a 30-second call to make.

Sure. Thanks.

I wanna make a call as well. Hang on.

Who are you gonna call? Hani's place.

Maybe her parents heard something. That's a really bad idea.

Who made you the grand arbiter of everything?

Can we not do this now, please?

Hello, yeah. I backed into one of your students' cars this morning

and I wanted to leave a note but I didn't have anything with me

so I got the registration, it's, um, YGS-73R.

Yep. Thanks.

Near the main quad. E52. Great. Thank you very much. Thanks.

Thank you. Jess? Let's go. That's alright, man.

He's an overseas student. He lives on campus.

Where are the files? Jesse, look in the back of the car.

Where are the files?! The USB stick, where is it?

Where's the guy with the files?!

Please!

I beg you. Who are the calls from?

Is that the guy that's taken her, the caller?

Ned?

No! No!

Ahh!

What's his name?

Nico. Nico Gaelle.

Where is he? I dunno.

That's the caller. What's next?

I dunno! I swear to you!

He only contacted me.

What's he gonna do with the files? What's next?!

You need to send an ambulance to 477 Parson Road, Fishwick.

That's where the number is being billed to

so there's a chance that's where Hani will be.

And you need to speak to Lyndon Joyce.

Tell him that Nico Gaelle

will be delivering the files to the Pakistani Embassy in the morning.

He will secure the USB inside a diplomatic satchel

and it will be flown out of the country.

Something about that is not right.

You got a name on the contact or any idea where the files are going?

No. That's all I could get.

The embassy thing, it doesn't... Shh! Shh!

I'm gonna chuck this phone but I'll get in touch later.

What?

It's technology. The thing with the satchels doesn't make any sense.

It's on a USB stick. They could just email it. Satchels don't make sense.

I don't know. I haven't a background in trading nuclear secrets.

Maybe there is a reason.

Or just put in a briefcase and take it on a plane.

That'd make more sense. I don't know.

Not my job to improve their plan. But it doesn't make any sense.

Just leave it. I'm trying to understand and...

Fuck, Jesse! Not everything in the world will make sense to you.

Alright?

Can we just go and, er, get Hani, please?

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

I'm police. I'm police.

It's OK. It's OK.

Have you found Hani? Not yet.

This is Lyndon Joyce.

Where?

They'll take her to, um, the Emergency, right?

Even if she's... Yeah. Yeah, they will.

OK.

So, come on.

The place will be crawling with cops.

I don't care. There's nothing more we can do.

I don't care. Don't care. I just wanna see her.

So are you gonna drive me or am I gonna walk?

Jess... No! No! No! I'm tired, Ned.

I'm tired of the whole fucking thing! You know what I'm most tired of? You!

Here we go. No!

Oh, fuck. You think I don't see it.

But I do, I see it all, all the eye rolling

and the sighing and I'm done with it, Ned.

I just can't stomach it a minute longer.

Oh, poor fuckin' you, Jesse.

You think anyone ever asked me if I wanted to be chained up,

like a pair of fuckin' dysfunctional Siamese twins?

Don't!

You are sacked.

So feel free to toddle the fuck off

and get on with your own life.

You wanna explain that to me?

I might be being completely paranoid but while the computers are on

that means the mics and cameras can be activated

which means that they can see and hear anything we say.

You don't think they'd just put a plain old watch on the building?

Maybe I got in without being noticed.

What? You, um...

You're a bit of a mess, Ned. Oh. Yeah.

Jesse and I had a bit of a misunderstanding.

What's your best-case scenario?

Hope to Christ that the cops intercept the files

at the embassy in the morning

so that the size of the hole I have to dig us out of

isn't quite so enormous.

And if they don't? Fuck, Perry.

If they don't, then I'm the guy who handed over the big red button...

.. to Christ knows which brand of lunatic

who wants to start the next nuclear war.

I knew it was a mistake, I knew it was gonna go to shit

but I talked myself into it.

What's the alternative? Just let Hani die?

I didn't do it save her.

I did it for Jesse,

just like every other fucking decision I make.

He's... He's so...

There's not a pocket of life that's not eaten up by his stuff.

I know it's not his fault.

But he just sucks the air out of everything. I'm fucking suffocating.

Sometimes I just... fucking hate it.

I hate him for making me do it.

Not supposed to say that. I'm supposed to be bigger than that.

I just don't think I'm that big anymore.

I already got dinner.

Your friend Robin insisted.

Hey there, Robin. Hey there, you!

I'm sorry. No, I'm sorry.

I sacked Ned.

Well done, you! I guess.

But if the police find us, um...

.. there are a number of very crap options available.

He got away with the files, didn't he? The guy, Nico?

He did. Yeah.

So, there's a pretty good chance

that I might not get to see your face ever again.

But I would very much like that.

The last time I saw it, things were not so amicable between us.

I'm not looking my best right now. I don't care, Hani.