All language subtitles for The.Code.2019.S01E04

We still don't know
what really happened Carl.

We know exactly what happened!
Our little girl is dead!

You right? Or you need me
to pat you to sleep too?

Wouldn't be horrible.

Jesse?

It's OK, it's me.
It's just you and me.

Could you open it?
It's not standard encryption,

which only makes it a more
interesting nut to crack.

The first time I heard
the word Lindara

was when you called me
on the way to the airport.

How about Physanto?

What's wrong with him?
Why can't he get any air?

The girl who picks up Jesse

after he's been screwed sideways
for hacking Physanto

is the daughter of a bioengineer
who works there.

You spied on her?

I want you to go.
Do the check.

I want you to go.
You watch her face.

Trina Daniels. The last thing
she printed was a breach report.

It has Jesse Banks' IP address
on it.

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

What you took, bring it to me.

Let him go.

Help me, please.

If you just give the files back
then all of it will be over.

Hi.
Leave a message if you want.

Jesse, I need you to check in.

Hey, Jess. You know
I've got no idea where you are.

I went back - the van wasn't there.

You need to just call me
as soon as you can.

Jesse, I'm not fucking around!
Call me.

Hi. Leave a message
if you want.

Um... yeah...

So how early is an 'early bird'?
Before 7:00.

And after that
you're not an early bird?

After that,
the first hour's no longer free.

No longer free...

.. is the opposite of free.

Just means you have to pay
for the first hour.

Yes, but I haven't been here
for an hour.

Um... if you - this is a car park

and you're charging me to park
my car when I didn't park my car.

If you have a 'driving around for one
minute' charge, I'll pay for that.

What are you doing? Hey!

Don't...

What are you doing?

He ran over him? This is insane.

He wasn't behaving
in a very friendly way towards us.

Hi.
Leave a message if you want.

Fuck!

Has Jesse managed
to unlock the code yet?

No.

What's on the file?

What, you think they'd tell me?
I don't know, Hani.

I don't know
what cosy relationship you've got

with the cybercrime people
or whoever is pulling your strings.

But what I do know is Jesse isn't -

he isn't put together
like other people.

Whatever it is that you're up to,

he's not qualified for it, OK?

Yeah. I kinda got that.

You realise
that if I had any vested interest

in getting myself
out of this shit now,

I'd be in Intelligence Central
telling them exactly what happened.

But I'm not - I'm here
telling you exactly what happened.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

I just don't know why.

I want you to find him
before they do.

He'll probably
never speak to me again,

but maybe you could tell him
that I wasn't lying.

My family are here
on very delicate visas.

I didn't sell him down the river
for nothing.

Ned Banks.

Yes.

Thanks for not calling the cops.
Ah, it's alright.

I have, um - I've got a cousin
who's a little bit...

.. you know...

.. bent out of shape.

You definitely
didn't see him get back up?

I definitely did not see that.

But I was also
definitely not looking.

I made a mess of things
this time, right?

We'll sort it out.

Not sure how yet, but...

We can't just leave him there,
can we?

'Cause you would have my full support
if that's what you decided to do.

Just forget we even own the house.

Jesse, we CAN'T just
leave him there.

Yeah.

No, well, I didn't think so.

You know they're going to use this
as a strategy

to step away from the
non-proliferation negotiating table?

Hang on a second.

The journos scored
ten years labour camp each.

Can you make sure there's
a reassuring background for this?

Sure.

Morning.

Morning.
One of those for me?

Unfortunately,
they're all for his nibs.

Did he go home last night?

No evidence of it.

Bradley's office have requested
a meeting with the two of you.

At 5:30.

I've got the afternoon round-up
at 5:30.

I know. They know.

They didn't seem
too worried about that.

About this North Korea thing?

It's not the impression I got.

I'll take them in.

I - he asked not to be disturbed.

By anyone.

You get heart palpitations,

you can drive yourself
to hospital this time.

Right now, words fail me, Glynnis.

What a relief.

I trust one day, someone
will truly celebrate your gifts.

Hmm...

Get me Ken Johnson on the phone,
please.

Baba is all - he has got a migraine,
so he's lying down.

Hmm...

You hungry?
No.

What happened to study camp?

Oh, people weren't taking it
seriously

and I could get a lift back,
so I thought I'd just bale.

Mama? What is it?

Baba is all upset

because one of his colleagues
at work... died.

Was killed, actually.

Who?

You don't know her.
Her name was Trina.

She worked in the IT.

Baba didn't know her either, but...

.. he's very upset
about this whole thing.

I want to know what they do there.

At Baba's work.

What does your father say?
They spin the...

What - going to Australia
to spin fairy floss out of straw?

He's been saying that
since I was ten.

I'm not ten anymore. I want to know.

He signed
a confidentiality contract.

I'm not asking him.

I'm asking you.
Good.

Because I don't know.

And you think that
that's OK?

That some company's allowed to make
you have secrets in your marriage?

Honey, if I ask him,
he will tell me.

But I choose not to.

'Cause I love him
and because I know it's...

.. it's less stressful for him
this way.

Life is complicated.

Put...

Hello?

We have a warrant to search
the premises for documentation

related to potential breaches
of the Immigration Act.

What?!

I - I don't understand.

I thought
we went through this last...

Alelah.

What is it?

They say they're from
the Department of Immigration and...

Why are you here? Why are you here?

We've received some information.
From who?

We're not at liberty to say.

Oh, this is a fucking joke!

Hani!

Please.

Come in.

What do you need to see?

The documentation...
Shh...

Passports, licences...
(Come).

What are you doing?

Well, we don't know
what we're gonna find down there.

Don't think it's a smart idea
to drive to the door,

toot the horn and see what happens.

Come on.

Oi!

Fuck!

Must have come in here to clean up.

The question becomes one of odds,
I guess.

Can you lose that amount of blood

and still drive two hours
to the nearest doctor?

Or do you pass out on the freeway
and drive into a ditch?

I don't have an answer for that.

That's disappointing
on a number of levels.

'Cause I can't say
with any conviction

that I care about his wellbeing.

It would be nice to know
I haven't killed anyone.

Shh. Shh...

We gotta go. Got to get out of here.

Come on. Get out! Get out!
Out the back.

Stop. Stop.

Jesse! Come this way.

Get down.
Down, down, down, down!

There's no reason
for me to look at that spot.

Alright, alright! I'm looking at it!

You hacked into a system
and stole some files

that do not belong to you.

Come on.

The key. Where's the key?

Jesse, tell me you have the key.

I left it in the ignition. It's gone.

Tell me you have the fucking key!
I don't have the key.

Where is it?
It's on the sink in the house.

Oh, fuck!

You never leave the keys
in the ignition at home.

Pencil.

Wonders never cease.

I don't know if you get it,

but Jesse knows
I'm shackled to you dickheads!

Well, I'm gonna excuse myself
from that one,

since I'm new to the crew.
Really.

There's nothing more for me to do.

You can shake the visa tree
as much as you want.

Jesse's done talking to me.

Listen, I didn't know
about the raid.

Coover didn't tell me.
Oh(!)

Now I like you so much better!

He pulls that card every time I don't
get up and dance to his stupid tune.

And if it was just me,
then that's fine.

But my parents...

They don't sleep for weeks
afterwards. It just eats them.

You really like the guy, don't you?

Jesse.

Even if I did,

he doesn't really strike me
as a second-chance kind of person.

Oh, come on, Hani.

You're a very persuasive young lady

and the prettiest girl
who's gonna ever look twice at him.

Is it for, like,
some weapon or something?

Doesn't matter what it's for.
It doesn't belong to him.

And there's too much money invested
to let it go.

Come on. Is it really that hard?

I mean, given that it's actually
in his best interests?

Then I can go see Coover,
tell him you're back on track

and he can put the Immigration dogs
back in the kennel.

I'd want something in return.

As a show of faith.

Oh, yeah?

I want to see my file.

And I want to see
my parents' file too.

Coover trots the visa thing out
every time he wants something.

Threats about what would happen
to my family if we got sent back.

I want to know what they did.

Or whether he's just
stringing me along.

Here you go.

Fuck!

It's Hani.

'Frank James is a knob.

More at PMB.' What does that mean?

Well, Frank was Jesse James's
plonker brother.

So in this instance,
I've been cast as Jesse

and you as the idiot brother.
Yes.

I get that incredibly sophisticated
piece of comedy genius.

What does 'More at PMB' mean?

I can only assume that she left
messages in my private mailbox.

Alright.

You know they can triangulate
our location in, like, 25 seconds?

Buy a pre-paid.

This one's going on a trip.
What?

Let's go inside.

I'm very...

Just very, very hungry.

It's no good.

They're taking him to Broken Hill
for some more tests.

There's something radically wrong
with his lungs.

He keeps talking about some gas
coming out of the truck.

But he's in and out of consciousness
so I can't...

Gas? The manifest said the truck
was carrying high-grade engine oil.

I don't know. I don't know, Ned!

I mean, nobody's saying it out loud,

but it's not looking good.

Hey, uh... I gotta go, OK?

I can't think straight.

'Dear Mum...'

'May the year ahead be full of things
you can actually remember.'

It's not like you to be so...
truthful.

Yeah, well, I'm tired.

What are you doing?

I can find no logical explanation
for this pain in my chest,

so I'm providing a genuine reason
for the discomfort.

Makes no sense.

I think about her
and it triggers this...

.. crippling, painful feeling

and yet ten seconds later
I'm thinking about her again.

It's like putting your hand
in a fire

when you know very well it'll burn.

Yeah.
Yeah.

I'm gonna go to the bathroom
and then we'll go.

OK?

C'mon, Jesse. Let's go.

Where are we going?
Broken Hill.

Yeah.

Mr Bradley?
Ms Walsh is here for you.

Thank you.

Yeah, sit down. Sophie.

So, the newish
Director of Communications.

It's, what - six months in June?

No regrets?

None.

Would you like a cup of tea? Ben
will happily get one brewing for you.

No, I'm fine, thanks.

If Ben could rustle up
something more interesting than tea,

that's another thing altogether.

But otherwise, perhaps we could...
No, of course not. We're all busy.

Look, Sophie, we've had an alert.

This is not really my area,
so let me refer to my notes.

OK...

'.. is informing you
of a significant breach

of the applied access controlled
list.

Attempted download
of Physanto contracting

and details
of intellectual property licences.

At 7:25pm,
the system logged the attempt.

Access was denied and the loss
prevention system was activated.'

That's your computer, Sophie.

That's your username
and your password.

Snooping around in places
that you're not cleared to access.

I was shocked, shocked,
I have to say.

But when I straw-polled
a few people in the hall

to see if there was any truth
to the rumour

that you might be digging around on
behalf of a certain young journalist,

not a single person, a single person

was prepared to tell me
that was crazy thinking.

Unless there's someone missing
off the list

that you can think of, Randall?

Let me give you a bit of advice
for free, Sophie.

You're young. You're young,
you think you know it all.

But I can tell you,
you have not got a clue.

Once all the smart-arsed sneering

from the bottom-feeders in
the press gallery loses its gloss,

you'll realise that the only reason
anything gets done

in this bloated, lazy,
self-satisfied country of ours

is because there's people here
in this building

who are prepared to do what it takes.

The jury's out on you.

But maybe we see this
as an opportunity

to have a good, hard think
about whether you're here

to play footsies
with a bunch of press hacks...

.. or you're actually here
to contribute something.

Sophie, stop, alright?

I'll have a heart attack
and you'll have to deal with it.

OOO, mouth-to-mouth.
Probably throw up and piss my pants.

I won't care how undignified
things get - I'll be dead.

Look, I'm sorry!

He's a cock.

But in this instance, he happens
to be on the money, does he not?

'Cause he kind of nailed it
in there.

You were snuffling around,

looking for some tasty morsel
to feed your friend.

You cannot be seriously
playing that card.

I know. Marriage should disqualify
me from such petty jealousies.

But there you go.

I don't know if it works anymore,
Randall.

All this care in the carpark,
nothing in the house.

Come on, Soph,
these are not new rules.

No, they're not.

I just don't think
I can stomach them anymore.

You're alright.
No...

No, don't want you to do that.

Wake up, Jess. Wake up.

It was just a dream.

Where are you going?
I'm gonna go in.

You can come, you can stay here.

Um...

So, I don't really want to go in.

And yet I'm not too keen to sit here

in the middle of what could be
a dangerous carpark situation.

Nothing's ever simple, is it?

Given that you know
what's happened to me in hospitals,

I'm gonna assume that comment
was fuelled

by the taxing drive you've just had
and the lack of sleep.

Hey, there.
You took your time to come visit.

Yeah.

Things got a bit hectic at work.
That's a total lie.

What? It's true,
you are an inveterate liar.

People should know that.

This is my brother.

Jesse, this is Clarence.

You know that he's telling people
that he saved your life?

I think he's telling women to,
you know,

influence their opinion of him.

Well, maybe he lies a lot
but that one's true.

That's the thing - they keep talking
about diminished lung function.

And he's sure that it was gas
coming out of the truck?

Why?
Something doesn't make sense.

The manifest said the truck was
carrying high-grade engine oil,

which wouldn't
account for lung damage.

What about Sheyna's lungs?

If Clarence's lungs were damaged
by what came out of the truck,

it stands to reason
that Sheyna's would be too.

Sheyna's body was brought here.

The regional coroner flew in
the next day.

That means the originating copy of
the autopsy would've been made here.

I could remote in if I could
get someone's credentials.

Yeah?

Just give me a minute.

Typical.

Locked my keys in the car
AND the phone,

so I can't even ring someone
to come get me.

I'm just on hold.

'Out of sight, out of mind' -

it's that Gemini forgetfulness,
isn't it?

No? Don't agree?

Don't know.
Don't know any Geminis.

So you're not a Gemini, then?

Aries?

Cancer?

If they don't answer soon, you
might have to use the hall phone.

I actually need that.

No way, really?
That's crazy!

Jesse! Come here.

Course you do, Su-Anne.

I would've got there eventually.

By the time you narrowed the field
down to 'Ilovetoboogie67',

we'd all have autopsy reports
in there.

Are you in?
I'm in.

And no-one can see you
snooping around?

They'll see Su-Anne taking
the odd electronic medical record

from the filing cabinet, opening it,
and replacing it.

Hmm.

What are the chances of two Sheyna
Smiths autopsied on the same day?

What?

She's coming back.

See ya, love. Thank you.
Thanks for the phone.

Heart, brain, kidneys, lungs,
blah, blah, blah... Normal.

This one, logged three hours
before the second one...

'Injuries to the parenchyma

show significant discolouration
and scarring.

There is evidence
of structural damage and toxicity

consistent with pneumonitis.'

Why not destroy the first one?

The thing with
electronic medical records

is that they're almost as
tightly controlled as bank records.

It's almost impossible
to hide the history trace,

which means you can't
just change the results

without people being able to see
that they were changed.

Someone
well up the system admin tree

approved an update of the results.

They couldn't delete
the first one altogether,

but 99% of the time,

the only one people will see
is the most recent one.

The one which says
her lungs look normal.

Bingo.

Will you be alright?
Mm.

We'll just drive out
to Sheyna's mum's, have a talk

and then we'll drive straight back.

What the hell
is pneumonitis?

It's an inflammation
of the lungs

caused by a bunch of stuff,
like smoking.

She didn't smoke!
Chemotherapy?

She never had more than a cold
her whole life.

Or inhaling chemicals like
sodium hydroxide, chlorine, mercury.

You think it was something
to do with the accident?

We're thinking whatever
was on that truck burned her lungs.

And Clarence's too.

Someone's going to a lot of trouble

to make sure people
don't ask too many questions.

An autopsy report that says
she died of injuries from the crash

is much easier to explain away.

Clarence loved her, Eadie.

He didn't kill her.

Can you get the original report?
Not officially.

I can't request it - but you can.

Otherwise, the truth gets buried
with Sheyna.

Did you just smell my hair?

Funny thing, perspective, isn't it?

'Cause we're all just
made up of the same things.

You, me - all just a collection
of zeros and ones.

It just depends on
which way you look at it.

Ugh! Selfies are for posers.

What are the creation dates?

What are you doing, young lady?

At the same time, every afternoon.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph,
this is the key.

This is the.. the photos
are the fucking key to the code!

Shut your bloody face, will ya?!

Whoa.

- $2.80, thanks, Ted.
- Thanks, love.

You ready for another one, Ted?

What can I get you, sweetie?

I would like a jug of... bourbon.

You're probably gonna want to
mix that with something.

I am?

Does bourbon go with... lemonade?

Oh, my God.

Hello. Yep, it is me.

No, no, nothing's wrong.

I just...

Well, I did something great today.

And I think
you would've been proud of me.

No, I know you're always proud of me.

But this time I would've actually
done something to deserve it.

Yeah.

Well, I...

Oh. No.

No, Mum, you go
and I'll talk to you another time.

Don't be. OK, bye.

How's the bourbon?
Oh, it's tremendous.

Do you have children?
Yeah, four.

Oh, goodness!

That must be nice for you.

Provided, of course,
that you like them.

I'm not usually this chatty.

First time in the Hill?

Nah, I promise you, mate.
I promise you, mate.

This is the stuff
the tourists never see.

Too busy buying postcards
and looking for the dunny.

Where exactly are we going?

Oh, I don't wanna spoil
the surprise, mate.

Eh? No!
Hang on.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

There's something I have to do.

My mum's birthday, you know.

Can't say I did.

Very, very kind of you, Carl.

Your name is Carl, isn't it?

My name's Carl. Come on.

Almost there, sunshine.
Just over here, eh?

You're gonna love this, mate.

Give us a drink. Give us a drink!

Come on, you prick. Come on.

Hit me!

She won't do anything
until she talks to Carl.

I'll go back round later.

You can crash here if you need to.

No, I should probably get back.

Which is what I've spent
the last ten years doing.

Making sure I get back on time.

I would really like to not
have to get back.

In case you were wondering.

That's... you're very impressive.

No, I'm not.

My brother has just been brought in.
Jesse, Jesse Banks.

You got any information on him?

He needs a support person in there
with him.

Is Jesse Banks back there?

Fuckin' bastards.

Thank you.

I haven't done anything yet.

Are you sure if the other guy pushed
him, Jesse wouldn't retaliate?

I've got over 20 years experience
with his meltdowns

and they're not pretty,
but they don't look like that.

Thank you.

Where was I at 7:15 yesterday?

I was in Lindara,
the laptop was in Broken Hill.

This is what was on the truck.

'The truck was carrying
UF6 uranium hexafluoride.

It is partially enriched uranium...
in gaseous form...

It can lead to pneumonitis or WMDs.

Please see attached.'

What is that?

This is a screenshot of my computer.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. That's the file.

He cracked the fucking file.

Jeeesus Christ.

Is this what Jesse took from
Physant -?

What do you know about it?

This is restricted data.
No wonder he's in so much trouble.

Why is it restricted?

Every country on the planet has been
trying to crack laser-enrichment

for the last 50 years.

It's fast, small, efficient.

You can have nuclear power

as quick as you can pull uranium
out of the ground.

Ned Banks.

OK.

That was the police. I can see Jesse.

Um... can I just leave this here?

Course. Go.

Afternoon.

What would your boss say if he knew
what you were about to do?

If you're talking about Coover,
strictly speaking he's not my boss.

They got me specially in
from the Feds on this one.

Why?

I've got some old connections
they want to take advantage of.

That psycho who came after us?

He's a friend of mine.

Nice.

Can I have it, or do I have to beg?

Have they talked to you much
about it?

And what life was like?

Can I just read it, please?

Ah-ha!

We were beginning to worry.

Are you OK, honey?

I feel as if my head will explode.

Do you -
Can I get you something for it?

No. I wanna feel it.

Sit. Please, let's eat.

As a family.

Remind me, Baba, tell me the story
again... how we got out of Iran.

You know the story, honey.

We applied at the same time
as the Kazmis, didn't we?

'Cause I have this memory...

.. of Mina and I talking at school.

Laughing about how funny it would be
if we ended up at school together

in Australia.

Then suddenly they're taken.

I forgot the parsley.

Your brother's got himself into a bit
of a predicament, Mr Banks.

Jut a little bit too clever
for his own good, isn't he?

In fact, if he hadn't tripped
at the last hurdle,

we might not be sitting here at all.

'Cause I'll be honest with you,
we know exactly what he's been up to

but the little prick keeps erasing
his fingerprints,

so we just haven't been able to get
enough to manage a conviction.

Till now.

Aggravated assault.

With a deadly weapon?

This says it was a beer jug.

This is open and shut, Mr Banks.

There's not a breath
of question mark in it.

Ian. Come on in.

Fortunately for you, Ian Bradley
has asked to make representation

on Jesse's behalf.

So I'll leave you to it.

I'll wait for your call.
Thank you, mate.

Now I know you sense there's
a bigger story going on here, Ned,

but what you
don't understand right now

is just how critical things are.

And I also know your brother
wasn't motivated by malice,

which is why I've pitched
for there to be

some special considerations
around his, ah... charges.

What kind of special consideration?

Well, aggravated assault
could become common assault.

Which means that, ah,.

you're looking at community service
instead of a custodial sentence.

Aggravated assault!
So much easier for you.

Nothing more politically
inconvenient to explain

than a pub fight!

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

Lucky you had those
two federal officers there

in the unmarked vehicle
to whisk him away nice and promptly.

OK. Well, the equation
would run like this.

You leave the Lindara story alone
for now.

Which, um - well, let's be frank,

it was a...
it was an unfortunate fuck-up.

It wasn't some grand,
masterminded piece of evil.

So, we do that and, ah...

.. and everything
goes back to normal.

Jesse can go home and, ah...

.. you can resume the noble task

of documenting the political
cut and thrust of the day.

And Sheyna's family can go back
to the normal business

of burying their daughter,
who was pushed off a cliff

to cover up
a nuclear enrichment program!

No, we... we did not - we did not
push her off a cliff, Ned.

And look, we're hunting with
the full resources of the department

for the person responsible
for that, um... that atrocity.

I can't believe
you're blackmailing me.

Look, I haven't explained myself
clearly enough.

You'll have the story, Ned.

You'll have the story.
The real story.

The accident was
an unfortunate hiccup

in something with much, much bigger
stakes. Much bigger stakes.

International stakes.

It's a story that will
need reporting,

that'll need to be done carefully
and only through a single voice.

You see,
far from blackmailing you, Ned,

you're being offered...
you're being offered a real break.

♪ Why should I feel discouraged

♪ Why do the shadows come

♪ Why does my heart feel lonely

♪ And long for heaven and home

♪ When Jesus is my portion

♪ A constant friend is he

♪ His eye is on the sparrow

♪ And I know he watches
you and me. ♪

No game of force. No game of force.

Choice is absolutely yours.

I have to let the story drop.

What? Why?

Mum.
Missy, get out!

That's done, Jesse.
Please, don't walk away.

It is done.

Now I can get you what you want,
today.

What are you doin', Andy?
I want the files.

What are you talking about?
What files?

You're gonna sell this thing to any
nutter with a bucket of cash?

We are giving it to them!

We will not stand by
and be dictated...

Stop the fucking car!

..by a regime with a proven record
for flouting international law.

Call him.

Just tell them, Ned.

Please, I'm trying to help you.