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Marcus!

Marcus! Give me the phone!

Give me the phone!

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Hey, Jess, it's me. I'm just
checking to see if you're coming.

Don't make me do this on my own, okay?

You've got 20 minutes to
get dressed. Up and at 'em!

Are you sure we can't just stay here?

Mm. It's probably a
bit snug, but it'll do.

- Do people dress up?
- It's kind of a significant occasion.

Probably good to shave too.

Don't think anyone would
care if I've shaved or not.

It's giving me pash rash.

Well, that's another thing altogether.

You write something?

Well, I tried.

What can you say about a woman

who fell apart when
her marriage collapsed

and slowly went mad?

She got great joy from her painting.

What the hell is he doing here?

Mum was born in 1953, here in Canberra.

She always wanted to be a teacher,

and graduated from st Catherine's
teaching college with honours.

She fell pregnant with me

two months before she was due to
start teaching her first class,

and then Jesse...

... And she made a decision to
dedicate herself to family life instead.

Sadly...

the last few years
haven't been kind to Mum.

But she loved us as best she could.

She got great joy from her painting.

She had very beautiful hands. Very soft.

She would tuck us in at night.

First Ned and then me, 'cause
I was on the bottom bunk.

Um, and she'd kiss me on the cheek

and then she'd stroke my eyelids
with her fingertips, soft as a bird.

She'd, um, crouch there, in the dark,

even though it hurt her back, for as
long as it took until I was asleep.

"It's what mothers do," she used to say.

Mm.

It made me feel good.

Who's that? Who's that?

My dad.

I'll call you in the
next couple of days.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

I'll just, um, introduce
you to the boys.

- All right, come on.
- Where?

Hi, Jess.

Ah, hello Dad.

Ned.

Hey.

I'm Hani.

Yes! Uh, Dad, this is Hani. Hani, Dad.

David.

Hi.

Of course, you wouldn't have
to call him "Dad", obviously.

Yeah.

And this is Mandy.

Hi.

- Mandy. Hello.
- Sorry about your mum.

Oh, there's no need for
you to be sorry, is there?

It's not like you did anything
to contribute to her demise.

I assume.

How long have you been dad's girlfriend?

Not that long. Three months?

Three months! Oh, she's a keeper, then.

We've got to go.

Where do we have to
go? You're kidding me.

Unbelievable!

I don't know what you
think you're doing, but...

we're trying to bury my mother here.

- Burn.
- Eh?

We're... we're cremating her, not...

So you can take your
little surveillance kit

and go and spy on someone else today.

Ned Banks, Nolan
Daniels, Federal Police.

Look, I was hoping to wait
until things had wrapped up here,

but we really can't wait any longer.

Unless you're planning to arrest
us, we're not talking to anyone.

Well, we could go that way...
arrest first, talk later...

- but I'd rather not.
- What's he talking about?

- I don't know yet.
- What's going on?

I've got this, I don't need your help.

Listen, I think it's in
everyone's best interest

- if we deal with this at the station.
- Er, no, no, no, no, I can't do that.

I can't possibly go
to the police station.

- Hey! What are you doing?!
- How about you don't touch him, okay?!

- Listen, however we do this...
- Hey, calm down.

You need to come now.

On a scale of 1 to 10,
how bad are you feeling?

Just, I don't have a paper bag on me,

and if you're going to have
a panic attack, I want one.

Quite used to managing them on my own

without a paper bag, as it happens.

Right.

'Cause I've got some news that's not
going to make you any less stressed.

Section 12 warrants.

Extradition orders from the
US Department of Justice.

They want us to surrender you and Jesse

to face charges for the
theft and distribution

of the restricted data Jesse stole.

And he didn't do himself any favours

with his hack into the
parliamentary network.

So, at the moment, the
only thing standing between

you two and the American court system

is a signature from
the Attorney-General.

You outed some powerful people, Jesse.

There's a feeling that an
example needs to be made.

You and I both know

that if the Americans get you
to the states, you're toast.

And yet if, as you say,

all that stands between us
and the American court system

is a signature from
the Attorney-General,

why aren't they signed?

I'm going to be straight
up with you, Jesse.

We've got a little problem
that we're struggling with,

and if you had a crack
at helping us fix it,

it would go a long way to making
the Attorney-General happier

to argue the case for keeping you here.

What kind of problem?

The attack on the Australian
surfers in West Papua.

You didn't see it on
the news this morning?

I don't do the news.

My focus tends to be
smaller than the whole world.

Lucky old you.

Well, there was a third man in the car.

You know him?

Jan Roth?

We've been chasing him for a while.

He's been living off the grid,
operating under the radar.

I don't see how this could possibly
have anything to do with me.

Roth is the brains behind
this website on the darknet.

Darknet.

It's neither especially deep nor dark.

It's just not accessible
without the right tools.

Not dark, eh?

Let's see what he's got for sale.

And then there was this.

A couple of months ago,

this young boy becomes
friends with a girl online,

and they text message
each other for a few weeks.

And then she suggests that they meet up.

I don't want to... I
don't want to see that.

He hasn't been seen since.

Please, I can't have that
kind of story in my head

'cause once it's in there, I
won't be able to get it out.

Callum's parents...

they don't want to have this
story in their heads either, Jesse.

Callum was hassling us to stay at
a friend's place for the weekend.

I wasn't keen.

His grades have been shocking lately.

Sometimes you
just run out of steam.

You say yes to avoid the
moods and slamming doors.

You are turning into a
royal pain in the arse, mate!

You know whose fault that is? Mine.

Now, you can get
yourself to Ben's place.

I'm tired of playing chauffeur.

He has asthma and he
didn't take a ventolin.

We were going to drop
one over. Michael called.

He wasn't there.

Wasn't any plan for
him to stay the weekend.

Mr and mrs Mccray, we believe

that the person posing as Rachel

has connections to known sex offenders.

There is a hidden site on the Internet

that's used as a marketplace

for videos,

images...

Last week a user posted a more
serious proposition for sale.

There were images of Callum,

and an offer to spend time
with him for a fee of 15,000.

The Mccrays don't have a choice.

But you do.

You can choose to
help us find their son.

You're the brother that's always
getting you into trouble, right?

Ned's the one that bails you out.

Surely you must be sick of that.

Yo!

- Where's Rachel?
- Uh, she's still with our stepmum.

They broke down on the way back,
but she's going to get the train.

She'll be here first
thing in the morning.

Just, you know, relax, man.

Eat some pizza.

Play some games.

She'll be here before you know it.

I might go down to the car and
have another look for my phone.

No, I, um... I looked,
man. It's not there.

Can ring it if you're worried.

- Nah, it's sweet.
- Sweet?

Eat up, huh?

I've got to take this.

Uh-huh?

Just tell me you didn't
agree to anything.

I just need to try and
get Roth's attention.

I help them do this and they make the
trouble with the Americans go away.

I can get us out of it, Ned.

Might even be able to save the boy.

I know you don't think
I'm capable of it.

But I can.

I can do this.

He does this, and the
extradition requests go away.

- I want that in writing.
- I'm not sure you do.

It'd tie you to a result.

If Jesse doesn't make any progress,
you're back where you started.

Look, this way, his agreement
to help gives me grounds

for a positive recommendation
to the Attorney-General.

Lara, come in.

This is Lara Dixon.

Her company handles the tech
requirements on some of our cases.

Don't make it sound so glamorous, Nolan.

Well, I was hoping to meet you

without these guys dangling an
extradition order over your heads,

but I'm not going to be picky.

- Hello.
- Shall we go?

I'll have someone drop him
home as soon as we're done.

- Wait, where are you going?
- My offices are off-site.

- Well, he can't go on his own.
- He won't be on his own.

- No, I need to be with him.
- No, it's not possible, I'm afraid.

You haven't been security cleared
to come into the operations complex.

Well, you need to organise
for me to be cleared.

As I said, it's not possible.

My number's there. Call any
time to see how he's going.

- Uh, there's no address on this.
- As I said, call any time.

Right, so it's official.

We subcontract our intelligence
out to the private sector now.

Guess they're not bound
by the same pesky rules

their government friends are.

You know, I'm surprised they
haven't been knocking on Jesse's door

every day since the
parliament house hack, anyway.

Or yours, for that matter.

So, what do you know
about this undacounta site?

It's like ebay, but for the underworld.

Some of its wares are incredibly dark,

some are incredibly benign.

So, anything from afghani heroin

to fluffy toys, banned
books, dangerous ideas.

Something doesn't sit right.

Why would the Americans trade in

their righteous indignation
over what Jesse did

to bust an Australian
site peddling kids?

Unless Callum was being peddled to
someone with a reputation to protect.

Someone important.

How is he coping?

Like he scored a gig on the a-team.

I just don't think he gets what
happens if they toss us to the wolves.

Afternoon, all.

That's Jesse Banks.

So... let's see if
these rumours are true.

That's Jesse Banks.

I'm assuming from your file you
know how to drive all this stuff.

Can I see it?

My file?

I'm curious, if only to see how much
I've managed to keep off the radar.

Course you are.

Not a bad trophy list.

Mm. Not bad.

Not a complete list, either.

Well, don't tell me or
I'll have to chase you.

But, for the moment, let's move
you out of the suspects pile...

and into the white corner.

And let's see what you can do
about finding this black hat.

Jan Roth.

If I had to tweet it,

brilliant, ageing,
wildly vain egomaniac,

hiding out in a
drug-fuelled god complex,

having cast himself as
captain of the darknet

to prove to the world he still matters.

- You exceeded your character limit.
- Well, I didn't count the commas.

Born here, but
lured overseas right after uni

for a six-figure job in Silicon Valley.

It all went pear-shaped a few years
ago and he disappeared underground,

but, as it happens, he was not
enjoying an early retirement.

He set up undacounta.com.

A turnover of close to a million
dollars in revenue a month,

with a 6% commission to its
owner... you do the maths.

Up until yesterday, we
couldn't pin this site to Roth,

but the unsecured call we
intercepted after the attack

gave us proof he is the owner.

I need you to hack into undacounta.com

and locate the user who wants Callum.

Next time, it'll be loaded.

Will it? Ahh! You're
in such big trouble.

Come on.

Right.

Out you go. You do it.

Go on.

Are you sure? If they got them to
the hospital, maybe they're okay.

There is no hospital that
can fix what happened to them.

Do you know who it was?

I'll talk to Rems. See what he knows.

- She know?
- No, but she can feel it.

And she will ask where they are.

She will ask why people
are trying to hurt you.

I don't want to raise her alone.

I'm not asking anymore,
Jan. I'm telling you.

Fight another way.

Roth left the states
on August 12 four years ago.

Was never heard of again?

Not registered on the
sex offenders list.

Right, so he's just peddling the wares.

- Not involved in personal use.
- Looks like it.

Apprehended violence order?

What?

The applicant's name's been redacted.

What do you think that that means?

I don't know.

But they don't want to be
publicly linked to Roth.

Prick.

Who?

My father.

How long since you last saw him?

Dunno.

Really?

What, you don't believe me?

No.

I reckon you know how long
it's been to the exact day.

Oh, you're confusing me
with the other brother.

What sort of a dad was he?

He left for work early,
he got home from work late,

he slept in on Sundays till midday,

he took us down the
coast for fish and chips,

he wrestled, he did not beat us,

and when things got tough, he ran.

Enough?

Yeah.

Sorry. It's okay.

- Check this out.
- What is it?

To parliament house for
the latest on the tragedy in West Papua.

An attack on the
Helmston mine road yesterday.

Bus bombing in Sumatra last week.

Are we seeing a pattern of
attacks against foreign targets?

As I said, I'm not in a
position to confirm any link

and I'd urge you not
to engage in speculation

until the police have had proper
time to conduct their investigations.

Minister, your personal experience
with this kind of tragedy...

the injury of your daughter
in Bali... you must understand

that the families are
desperate for more information.

How long will they have to wait?

I do understand, miss Jennings,

the utter incomprehension

when someone you love is
in jeopardy far from home.

But I also understand the consequences

of getting the information wrong,

and that makes me more
determined to make sure

that we don't deal in
supposition, but in facts.

And that's what you've had
today, ladies and gentlemen...

the facts, exactly as we know them.

So, as usual, further updates will
be provided as soon as we have them.

Thank you.

Guys, guys, guys,
that's it for now.

Ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and gentlemen, please.

We'll have more to say on this
shortly. That's it for now.

Christ!

Never goes away, does it?

- Oh, you handled it well.
- I'd rather not handle it at all.

And yet every time she gets
a mention, your numbers go up

and your personal stock in the
party goes through the roof.

Well, I'm going to have to
earn that credit another way,

'cause dragging Alyse
into these things...

it's got to stop.

No more.

Is there any credible evidence

that links those boys'
deaths to the mine?

Well, there's been an increase
in ambushes on the roads

since we started negotiating
to expand the lease.

The timing couldn't be worse.

When does the final draft come through?

Er, should be on your desk tonight,

and the sooner the deal's
signed off, the better.

Nope.

Don't need that.

Perhaps you could post
something for sale?

Something that could be
backed up, if he bites.

Thoughts?

Um...

The parliamentary network keys
you poached. That was my thought.

But he'd know the keys
would have been changed

the day after I cracked them.

Course he would.

You're going to tell him you
took the new set last week.

I will furnish you with those keys.

And if he bites, we'll send him the keys

with a trojan going along for the ride,

which will give us a
back door into his system

and the chance to find the ip address

of the man who's trying to buy Callum.

Mm.

Your perfume, it...

It's disturbing my train of thought.

Oh.

Well, why don't I give you some
space to, um, do your thing?

Ask him what it would take.

We don't need to start with anything
too flamboyant. How about this?

Un-fucking-believable.

What would give me the
reassurance that I crave?

He is joking, right?

There is nothing to think about!

I'm just saying, I think we
could get special dispensation.

What kind of special
dispensation have you got in mind

for the guys whose cover will be blown

in order to make Jan
Roth feel warm and fuzzy?

You're being very dramatic, Nolan.

Now, if you calm down
enough to think it through,

the choice doesn't have to be random.

It could be a targeted weed...

officers who have to be brought
in from the field anyway.

You know as well as I do
there's fat to be trimmed.

Well, lucky for some,
that's not your call to make.

Well, Neil asked me to keep him
abreast of significant developments.

Let's see what he thinks.

How long have you had a
direct line up to Neil?

Only the last four, five jobs.

Ends and means.

Hm.

What are you doing?

I take that, I lose all credibility.

Or you blow the whole thing.

If he's offering 20, he can afford 25.

Nice to get a nod now and again

from people who actually
get what it is that you do.

Almost home. Ask him if he
wants you to send the keys

to the undacounta site
or a private address.

Hope you won't take offence, but, uh...

What is he talking
about, deliver in person?

No, you're just not getting
it. The stress will cripple him.

There will be a dozen
officers to support him

and I'll be overseeing
the entire operation.

Great, if you're already
going to be there,

why don't you just
grab Roth, arrest him?

He has no legal obligation to speak.

Every second he opts to
use his right to silence,

Callum gets further away.

If we get the trojan into
his laptop, we can take him,

and then it doesn't
matter if he talks at all,

because we'll have access
to his whole network

and we can find Callum.

He's just not built for it.

It's one thing you ask him to
wrangle a computer interaction.

But you load him up with the
responsibility of saving a child,

it's too much!

- I think I can do it.
- Yeah, sure you can!

You can't manage a bank account.

You can't go to the dentist on
your own. But you're all over this.

I'm sorry, it's just...
it's... It's not an option.

I can do it, Ned, if
someone comes with me.

No, we're not going
to far north Queensland

to play undercover tropical cops.

I wasn't asking you.

I want Hani to come.

The Mccrays are here.
Do you want me to...

Bring them in, thanks, Rowan.

You can tell Callum's parents

we're going to give our
best opportunity a miss.

Michael. Courtney.

Thanks for coming in.

I was hoping to have some
news for you, but, um...

I'm going to do it.

This is Jesse. He's
going to help us find Cal.

Thank you so much.

Just... I don't know...
I don't understand.

Why do you need to go now?

He's the one who got you into
trouble in the first place.

He dug this hole.

Why should you have
to help him out of it?

Gee, I dunno, baba,
because that's what you do

when someone you love is in trouble.

Hani, I understand, you
want to help him, but...

He can't do it on his own.

I'm not sure what he can do on his own.

Don't, Dad. Don't you dare.

Don't I dare?

Don't I dare to try to speak the truth

about the future of my daughter?

It is one thing that he doesn't
even have a job, but this?

Now he's going to drag you back
into trouble with the police again,

and I'm not allowed to say no?

I love him, Dad.

That's not going to change,
so you better get used to it.

- What, you're going to marry him?
- Nasim, not now.

What? Why not now? Why not now?!

She is about to fly
off to god knows where!

Really, what kind of a life
are you going to have, Hani,

married to someone like him,

trying to raise a family
with someone like him?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but I love you...

... And I'm watching you build this
relationship on uneven ground,

and that is a bad place to build.

First with his brother and now with you.

He will wear you out, Hani.

He will wear you into the ground.

I don't care.

I love him.

I knocked, but you didn't hear me.

Let's go.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What are you doing here?
- What happeNed with the police?

Oh, it's a long story.

Well, I've got the time.

God!

The house just looks like
it's been in a time capsule.

- Looks just the same...
- Dad.

I, um, had tried to call you
earlier but you didn't pick up.

Oh, yeah. Don't take it personally.

I've stopped answering
numbers I don't know.

I was at the nursing home and I
got, uh... got your mum's stuff.

I was going to do that in the morning!

Yeah, I know. Look, they said that. I...

I thought, um, you might want
to go through it together?

What, is there a significant piece
of knitting you wanted to claim?

Sharp tongue, soft heart, just like her.

I'll be here till the end of the week.

Here, Callum.

Callum!

You! Hey, hey.

Got you some food.

Eat up, sunshine.

There's sweet relish on it.

All right, see ya, man.

Unbelievable. You knew the terms.

Yeah, well, there's a
reason it's not cheap, mate.

No, I'm lucky enough to not
be a fuckin' sicko like you.

What are you doing with my picture?

- Mate, it... it's not what it looks like.
- That's the photo I sent to Rachel.

- Why do you have it?
- Listen, Cal...

- There is no Rachel, is there?
- No, just... just let me explain, okay?

'Cause there... there is
a lot of money on the table.

I just thought, man,
these guys are loaded.

It's fifteen grand just
for a couple of hours.

- Get away from me!
- Cal, just...

I was waiting for the right time
to talk to you about it, yeah?

See... see if you'd be okay with it.

Man, I wouldn't have
forced you to do anything.

- I want to go home.
- You can't go home.

- I want to go home!
- You can't go home! Get...

Calm down, mate!

- Let me out!
- I'm not letting you out, Callum.

- Let me out!
- Just calm down. Listen, I'll...

Listen, listen, I'll cancel
the whole thing, okay?

I've just... I've got to go out.

I'll... I'll take you
home when I get back.

I sit down and I order a hot chocolate.

I give him...

Um, I sit down, I order a hot chocolate,

give him my bitcoin
address, hand over the USB.

Sit down, order a hot chocolate,

give him my bitcoin
address, hand over the USB.

Once Roth puts the USB into his
laptop, the trojan will be activated.

It'll be fine.

We've still got an hour till
the meeting. We can relax.

"Relax" is not the word that
springs to mind right now.

Hey, you can do this.

And in six hours, we're back home.

Back in the cocoon.

- I think you should come with me.
- No way.

You turn up with someone that
Roth's not expecting, he'll run.

Answer it.

- Hello?
- Small tweak in the plan.

I'm at the Marina right now.

I don't have as much time as I thought
so you can come now or not at all.

Okay, I'll be there in five minutes.

Good. Just one more thing.

I'll be bringing my girlfriend with me,

just so you know.

You said he'd freak if I came
with someone he wasn't expecting.

Now he's expecting her.

We've set it up here so you can
have a look at what's going on.

Take a seat.

Order. USB. Bitcoin address. Done.

Squeeze my hand if you're stuck.

Hot chocolate, please.
I'd like a hot chocolate.

Hot chocolate, please.
I'd like a hot chocolate.

Hot chocolate, please.
I'd like a hot chocolate.

Um, can I have an Espresso, please?

There's, um, something I want to say.

It's probably better
raised at another time,

but I don't seem to be
able to leave it for later.

The thing that I don't
seem to be able to put aside

is what your dad said.

Or rather what you said in
response to what your dad said.

Jesse, you can't take anything
that my dad says seriously...

Please, let... let me finish

so I might be able to
move on to the next track.

Y-your dad said, um,
a whole range of things

about my, uh, prospects,

you know, many of which
are quite possibly true,

about the uneven ground between us,

about you becoming... the new Ned.

And you said...

You said, "I don't care.

- I love him."
- Oh, for Christ's sake.

Which is a lovely sentiment

but it's quite different to,

"that's not true."

- "I love him."
- Jesse...

The implication being that
you agree with his assessment,

but yet love me enough
in spite of all that.

God! You know, Jesse, I don't
think of every detail sometimes.

I just...

Oh, what the hell's he
doing? Hani, get him on track!

It's okay, I'm going to talk to him.

Hand over the USB. Sit
down, hot chocolate...

You know how sometimes you're
crap at expressing your emotions?

Well, me too.

Lara, we've got an audio problem.

See if you can find them.

Now, as thrilling as your
little romantic interlude was,

you brought someone else,

which puts us all in a bit of a
predicament, really, doesn't it?

You bring the USB?

Well, there are so many
things I could do with this.

No!

But I'm more interested in you, Jesse,

your insights into a particular
technical problem that I have.

- What kind of problem?
- Didn't bring it with me.

This was a meet and greet.

But if you come out to the
boat with me, and you crack it,

the 25.000 bitcoin is still yours

and the dickheads outside
will be none the wiser.

I'm not good with boats.
Or the water in general.

Dead calm. It's like dancing on ice.

There. Bring that up.

Nolan, they're on the pier,
heading towards a reef runner.

They're boarding the boat now.
They're boarding the boat now!

Right? Go, go, go, go, go!

Hey, guys, that...

That pushbike out front, that kid
who was riding it, you seen him?

Yeah, he's inside. He's
just crashed out over there.

I'm just trying to get
a hold of the police.

Oh, no need, mate. I'm...

He's my nephew. I'm looking
after him for the weekend.

Yeah, I don't think you're
doing a very good job, man.

He was so off his face
when he stumbled in here

- he could hardly speak.
- Yeah, I know, I know.

Video games and vodka.

I came home and found him
like that, then he took off.

Mm.

Hey, listen, mate, his parents
are away on their anniversary.

They get a call from the cops,
I'm never gonna hear the end of it.

Just let me take him home,

I'll chuck him in a cold shower

and I'll kick his arse
when he sobers up, yeah?

Maybe when you're finished with
him, you can come to my place.

I've got two at home just like him.

No worries, mate. It's my first time.

What's up, Rems?

I'm with Meg. We're at the attack site.

They've taken Eric and Christo,
but there's another body.

The militia are taking photos.

What the fuck?!

I need a better shot.

There's no point if
I can't see who it is.

They're not going to
see much if you're dead.

It's Marcus.

Marcus! Give me the
phone! Give me the phone!

This is bullshit.

He lent me the motorbike so I
could get back to the compound.

They killed him and they
dumped his body back there

so we could take the blame.

Yep. Okay.

- Drop the tinnie buoy.
- Um, I... I don't know...

The buoy on the tinnie. Fuckin' drop it!

Where are we going?

Just in from intelligence.

They got the guy
responsible for the attack.

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