All language subtitles for The.Code.2014.S02E03.1080p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-ABH.eng

[Computer bleeps]

[Muffled movements nearby]

[Door closes]

They will keep searching, won't they?

'Cause he's... he's
not good in the water.

He's not a good swimmer.

[Clears throat]

We have applied for a visa to
attend a conference in Canberra.

But I was attacked

and it was no longer safe
to stay in West Papua.

(Hani) They actually need to
apply for political asylum,

not just tourist visas.

[Types]

- What?
- [Child cries]

Shh! It's all right. It's all right.

What is it?

There's an outstanding warrant here.

A warrant? For what?

Yeah, I'm just gonna need some
help up here with some IMAs.

A warrant for what?

- See, I knew they would do this.
- He's the one that they're shooting at!

[Child cries]

[Phone chimes]

[Vehicle approaches]

The police called. I
know what's going on.

Really? Maybe you could tell me,
'cause I haven't got a clue.

Uh...

Your son is lost at sea.

You think getting shit-faced is
going to help in the rescue effort?

Well, no, but I'm not altogether
convinced it'll hinder them, either.

I just thought I'd wait here.

A worry shared is a worry
halved, and all that.

There gonna be a lot of homilies?

- Who can tell?
- You, I'd have thought.

Right, well, I'll... I'll keep
'em down to a bare minimum.

So, help myself to a
glass then, shall I?

Oh!

[Both groan and gasp]

[Coughs]

Ahh!

(Jesse) So... so cold!

Not much chance of lighting a fire.

The best I can offer you in
terms of warmth is a man hug.

- I don't hug men I'm not related to.
- No?

No, the only man I ever hug is Ned,

and that's usually at his instigation.

[Chuckles]

[Groans]

I suppose... [Groans]

Should get the water out.

What about your father?

He was not a hugger.

There's a lot of teeth out there.

We should rest here.

[Grunts]

I don't understand why
we can't just tell them

you had nothing to do with
Callum going missing.

That's a very simplistic view
on a complicated problem.

Why don't we get some rest

and when we wake up, we
can go look for Gary?

You seem to be making
a habit of saving me.

Don't worry about it.

I'll add it to your bill.

We put a hold on his visa application

as soon as we heard there were
links to the Mine Road attack.

But he's claiming he's subject
to renewed death threats.

Now, we grant asylum to the leader

of one of Indonesia's
designated terrorist groups,

they're gonna pop an artery.

- One man's terrorist...
- Is another man's freedom fighter.

I'm not sure that's a definition war
we want to get in the middle of.

What happens if we send them back?

Well, you don't have to go there,
given the current appetite

for erring on the side
of keeping Australia safe.

I'm not asking what happens to us,
I'm asking what happens to him.

Well, if his claims are
deemed to be true,

he'll be sent to a refugee
camp in Papua New Guinea.

How safe will be here there?

Oh, give me a second to
rustle up my crystal ball.

Great, and once you've done that,
can you get me some proper intel

on what kind of protections can be
afforded to him if we do send him back.

[Door lock rattles]

(Gary) Cal, Cal, I gotta go
deal with something, all right?

We'll sort this out when I get back.

You need a drink, mate. Just... take it.

It's safe. It's sealed, for God's sake.

[Door closes]

[Bottle lands on floor]

(Reporter) Still no news in the case

of missing Canberra
teenager Callum McCray.

A heartbreaking wait for
his family continues

as fears mount that he has fallen
victim to an online predator.

Dozens of police from the
Computer Crime Squad

are working round the clock,
hoping for a break in the case.

Callum was last seen
on Friday afternoon.

He was wearing grey
jeans and a blue jumper

and police urge anyone with
information to come forward...

Hmm! That should be
reclassified as a poison.

[Chuckles]

Where's my phone?

- Hmm?
- Shit.

- Has... has anyone called?
- No, no, it's okay. I called.

There's no news, Ned. No news.

This is exactly what's
not meant to happen.

- Neddy, Neddy.
- What if...?

Neddy, mate, just... why don't
you get off your own case?

Here you are. Watch out,
it's hot. It's hot.

Maybe you let go because you could.

There was finally someone
else around to give a toss.

Because I do.

I read your letters.

The ones you wrote to Mum.

Why did you do that?

'Cause she asked me to.

Anyway, look, I've gotta go.

Just call me if you
hear anything, all right?

And have a think about that offer.

Eh?

Half the proceeds from the sale of
the house. It's yours and Jesse's.

That is if you can accept it
from an arsehole like me.

[Bird screeches]

So, do you think she's the one? Hani?

I think so.

But she's also the only one,

so I don't really have anything
else to compare her with.

That said, I'm fairly sure she's the
most beautiful person on the earth.

Well, I'm afraid that spot's
already taken by my wife.

[Chuckles]

Halle-fuckin'-lujah!

[Grunts]

At least now we've got a
chance of hitching a ride.

I'm just wondering, am I
officially your captive?

Do we have to get all definitive
about it at this point?

I just thought if we do get a lift,

you might be worried I'd tell the driver

you're holding me against my will.

That's a fair point.

You are busting your nuts to
get back to your girlfriend,

but I think you're still invested
in getting the boy back.

In order to do that, you've gotta
stay on the train a few more stops.

I do all the talking. You?

Not a fuckin' peep.

[Jet engine roars]

[Gary on recording] You know the drill.

I'll get back to you as
soon as I can. Ciao.

Oh! Come on, Gary. Hang
up the fuckin' phone.

Brother or lover. Which
one do you choose?

Well that's an impossible choice.
They fulfil very different roles.

Well, life is full of
impossible choices, Jesse.

You've got 30 seconds
to call one of them.

Which one will it be?

[Phone rings]

- Hello?
- Alilah, it's me, Jesse.

Jesse! Jesse...

Jesse, thank God, thank God.
Are you... are you okay?

I'm okay. I'm fine. Have
you heard from Hani?

- [Vehicle approaches, breaks squeak]
- Jesse...

Oh, my God! Oh, thank
God, oh, thank God.

Jesse, Jesse, can you hold on
for a second? Just a second.

Oh, my God, oh, my God!
Oh, my baby! Oh, thank God!

It's okay. It's okay, Mum. It's okay.

Go inside. Jesse is on the phone.

Thank you. I can't... thank you.
She... no, she's fine.

Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you.

Jesse?

- Hey.
- Oh! My God. Are you okay?

I just kept seeing you go under
and I thought you were...

I don't know what I'd do if
something happened to you! [Sobs]

I think she's glad to hear from me.

Um, Hani, will you call Ned
and tell him I'm all right?

Yeah, I will, I will. Where are you?
Are you still with Roth?

I am. He's right here. We are...

[Sighs]

It's okay. He's... he's okay.

It's okay. He's fine.

Oh...

[Ringing signal beeps]

- (Gary) Hello?
- Gary!

I was beginning to think you'd bailed.

- No, man.
- Hire a car, will ya?

We're at the Miyala Railway Crossing.

- Come pick us up.
- Okay, sure.

Thanks.

[Jet engine roars]

What... what are we doing?

This is where I grew up.

I sold the farm after my family
died, but... I kept the shed.

It's good to have a bolt-hole
if you're in a tight space.

So, Gary?

Yo. Anything new?

- Anything of note?
- Um, nah, not that I can think of.

Had a bit of a snarl-up with
some deliveries in Germany

but... got it sorted.

What would I do without ya, huh?

So, uh, really?

Nothing new?

Nope.

'Cause, um...

Jesse and I were doing a bit of
housekeeping on the site and, um...

things are not exactly
as I remember them.

Yeah, um, I... I did make a few changes
to the way the system admin runs,

but nothing major.

Right?

"Major" is a relative concept.

Why don't I get your
laptop and we'll check it?

Yo, what's he talking
about, housekeeping?

Hello! [Clicks fingers] Talking to you!

What have you been doing with the site?

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

You two getting along?

Um...

Gary, why don't you, uh...

- take a seat?
- No, I'm right, thanks.

No, I'd... I'd really like you to sit.

[Roth taps chair]

Sure.

Jess?

Would you mind walking us through it?

Can... can I...?

Can I...?

I'm not... I'm really... I'm much
better when I can... plan for things,

and, um, I'm... I'm not sure what's
going to happen here and I...

It feels like something...
bad is gonna happen.

Something bad is already
happening, Jesse.

Something bad is happening to
a kid who doesn't deserve it.

- Hey, Jan...
- I think I asked you to sit... Gary!

A boy that should be at home with
his parents, safe and sound,

but he can't be because Gary here

decided to use the
basement of my website

to open up a fun park for paedophiles.

So, yeah, you know, parts of this
are gonna be uncomfortable... Jesse.

But not as uncomfortable
as you're gonna feel

if something happens to that kid.

So, buck up.

So... where were we?

Um, housekeeping.

Yeah. Yeah.

Jesse, would you, um... would you
mind pulling up what we worked on,

just so we can refresh Gary's
memory, if we have to?

Hey, listen, Jan, you've got
every right to be upset...

- Upset?
- Every right.

Upset?

- I trusted you.
- I know.

I brought you into my
business and my family.

I let you look after Tahila.

What were you gonna do
with her, hmm? Hmm?

You gonna sell her to some
scumbag for 30 pieces of silver?

No, of course not, man.
Just let me explain.

- Explain?
- Jan, please.

Explain? I don't need
your explanation, Judas.

I'll... I'll make up to you. I will.

- Me?
- I'll make it up to you.

You think... you think...

You think this is about me?

Yeah, you know, the fact that you set
up your little business on my website,

potentially exposing it,
does piss me off a little.

But exposing all those
other people to danger?

Well, I don't think there's a
word for how it makes me feel.

[Whimpers and cries out]

- Where's the boy?
- [Chokes] No!

- Where's the boy?
- Jan, no!

- Gary, where's the boy?
- No, please!

- Where's the boy?
- Jan, stop it!

[Chokes]

[Gasps]

No, stop! Please! Stop! Please!

No!

No, no...

Jesse!

Do you know what you've done,
you fucking, fucking idiot?!

He's the only one who
knows where Callum is!

I'm sorry.

- I couldn't stop.
- All of your talk, all your...

righteous indignation...

What'd you think would
end up on the site.

You said anything goes, you
put Gary at the wheel,

so this, all this, is on your head.

Hi, could I get a ride into town?

(Woman) No worries, get in.

No idea where he was calling from?

I just spent the last 12 hours

trying not to imagine him
washed up on a beach.

I was too relieved to think
about anything else.

What do you think Roth's up to?

He's got some files he obviously stole.

The two guys who got killed had
been trying to decrypt them.

That's why he grabbed Jesse,
to finish what they started.

No sense of what's inside the files?

Well, it has to be
more than paedophilia.

Things are pretty bad there.

Everyone's on edge. It's
like fight or flight, 24/7.

Roth's watching the people he loves
being shot down in the street.

[Phone chimes]

Who is that?

I don't know.

[Door creaks]

You took your time.

I don't know Roth that well.

I only met him a couple of times.

I'm there 'cause of his brother-in-law.

That's Remsey?

Which is what leads me to be
wearing your shirt right now.

Do you often break into the
houses of people you barely know

- and steal their wardrobe?
- I did not break in.

I told your neighbour I was your cousin.

She showed me where the key was.

Right. Straight-out lies and deception.
That's much more palatable.

Remsey's been involved in
non-violent protests there

for more than a decade.

Big picture, they want a
referendum for independence.

Day-to-day, they want a say in
what happens to their land,

to live without threats
and intimidation.

That's why he wanted
to come to the forum,

to voice the concerns of the locals,
before the mine lease is signed.

This is where the two
Aussies were killed.

The road to Helmston.

Mining what?

- Gold, nickel, some copper.
- Who owns it?

Multinational. Australian,
US, British shareholders.

Classic western model. Lease
the land for a pittance,

exploit the bejesus out
of the natural resources,

pay the locals peanuts.

Shock, horror, they're
a bit disgruntled,

and every couple of months,
tensions boil over.

This is Marcus Kombian.

He was Remsey's 2IC.

They're saying he ambushed the
car, shot the two Australians,

and that one of them fired
back and killed him.

Which is bullshit.

He was killed at point-blank
range, 12 hours later.

I can get statements from
three people who saw him

after the attack happened.

What I'm trying to find out is
whether the Australian government

know they're being sold a crock or not.

And this leads back to Remsey Gangi

and you being here in my shirt how?

As their leader, Remsey will
carry the can for the murders.

They'll say he incited the attack

and, finally, there'll be
an excuse to jail him.

He goes to jail,

he's not coming out.

Thought you might be in a position to
help me put a speed bump on the road.

Okay, favourite designer?

Eve Karencho. Why?

Because she's the best, because she
takes no shit and no prisoners

and won't be pressured into being
anything other than who she is.

Very good. Over.

So, Ms Baxter, I, um...

I see, from your application, that
you took a couple of years off.

What have you been doing with
yourself over that time?

Oh, you know, painkillers
in the morning,

daytime telly in the afternoon.

Other side.

You're always telling
me to just be myself.

Tell me about the other days.

Uh, tell me about the days
volunteering in the gallery.

Tell me what it's like to
have real-life experience

and how that makes you
much more interesting

than 90% of the cookie-cutter
kids popping out of high school.

Come on, tell me.

Lyse?

Lyse...

Shit.

Okay, okay, okay, breathe.
Big breath. In.

Slowly, in.

Yeah, and out.

Push it out, push it out.

Slow it down. That's it. In.

You are a very bossy... individual.

Just keep breathing.

I will tell them.

You...

you are going to be great.

- What kind of person is she?
- Marina Baxter?

Well, she's pretty new to the job,
but she hasn't screwed it up yet.

She got a leg-up in the last reshuffle

as a strategy to head off criticism
of an all-male front bench.

Her daughter was
in the '05 Bali bombings.

And they milked it like crazy.

Turned her into a poster child
for a whole raft of legislation

they wouldn't have got
through otherwise.

The photos need to be
in her hands, right?

We need to be able to
prove that she saw them.

Yeah, I know, I know.

- Why am I doing this?
- What?

Painting an even larger
target on my head

so people from even further
away can have a crack?

'Cause this is your party trick.

What?

Well, you can see something's not
right. Gets you off the couch.

That's your trick. That's what you got.

There's Erin.

Pretty.

I think this'll go a bit more
smoothly if you wait in the car.

Mm. Course you do.

- Hmm.
- I need a favour.

Shock me.

Marina Baxter is meeting a cultural
delegation in the CBD today

and I need to get close enough
to ask a few questions.

I need a pass.

(Man) That's when we
tell all of the parties

they'll have a chance
to present their cases.

There's no point making
a pre-emptive move

if there's going to be a challenge.

(Man) When do you see
that the announcement...

Minister, I wonder if you'd have a
minute to have a look at these pictures.

- Sorry, you are?
- Ned Banks.

My brother and I have been caught up
in your efforts to find Jan Roth.

You might remember my name
from a US extradition request.

This is Marcus Kombian,

the man accused of killing Eric Bell
and Christo Borst in West Papua.

Shot with a single
bullet to the forehead.

[Camera clicks]

Mr Banks, if you have...

Now, I'm not a ballistics
expert, but that wound

comes from point-blank range,
not from 50 metres away.

The media are reporting that
he was killed in the attack,

based on information
coming out of your office.

But he wasn't even there at the time.

- How do you know that?
- There are witnesses.

People who saw him alive five
or six hours after the attack.

Uh, the Minister's not making
statements to the press today.

She's been sold a lie an extrajudicial
killing dressed up as act of terror.

She doesn't want to make
a statement about that?

It's me. Can you find out who
she is and get back to me?

If you do find out who she is, I
want a copy of those photographs

to take to the security
briefing meeting tonight.

No, no, no, absolutely not.

Two things. You need
to think very carefully

about heading in there half-cocked

based on a press hijack
we can't validate.

What if they're right, Will?

I'm out there on the hustings,
selling this as an act of terror

and if there is any doubt,

not to mention the fact that if word
gets out that I saw those photographs

which clearly show he was being used
as a patsy, and I didn't act...

No, I have to at least ask the question.

Okay. All right, fine.

You can ask the question,
but just not in there,

and not until you know what
you're actually dealing with.

You do, they are gonna eat you alive.

So, what's the other thing?

- Oh, the meeting's been moved.
- To when?

Uh... in six...

No, actually, make that five minutes.

I have to take my daughter
to an interview at 2:00.

Well, you'd better hope
it's a short session.

Would you even know who these
security forces in the pictures were?

- No...
- TNI? Police?

Militia? Detachment 88?

A different wing of the separatists?

- I don't have all the answers, Neil.
- Clearly.

But I'm on the news every
night talking about this

and we don't have all the facts.

For God's sake!

I'm writing letters to the parents
of these two boys killed,

telling that them justice
is being served.

And what's the alternative?

An innocent man gunned
down on the street

and another in a detention centre?

I can't ignore the accusation.

No-one's suggesting you do, Marina,
but the last time I looked,

our priority in the region was
supporting a fledgling democracy

in its fight against radical terrorists.

The shitstorm we're looking at if
Indonesia fails to pull that off!

But you want to go in there and
suggest we reset the agenda,

be my guest.

Let's take a five-minute
break before we go in.

Sweetheart?

Sweetheart, this is gonna upset you,
but, uh, our meeting got moved.

So, I've ordered a cab
to come and pick you up

and I'll be there as soon as I can.

Sweetheart, can you pick up?

Just so that I know
you've got the message.

Uh, the cab'll be there soon.

Just... remember to breathe.

You know... Okay, bye.

[Sighs]

Alyse's university interview.
I was meant to be taking her.

Ouch.

The odds for me winning the
worst mother of the year award

just went through the roof.

I could, um...

Mention this to Neil, he
will take my first-born,

but... I could look into the pictures,

see what the level of credibility is.

Where did they come from?

[Clears throat]

Ned Banks.

Ned Banks.

[Phone rings]

Ned Banks.

They found him.

[Sighs] Oh, God.

You'll wear a hole in that floor.

No charge for waiting inside.

I told them we'd meet them out here.

Oh, but you'd already know that

because you've been
monitoring my devices.

You must be loving this.

Little boy lost, swallowed alive
by the boogie men of the dark net.

Thank God things like this
happen from time to time

so you can scare the
shit out of everyone.

Now, hand over your right to privacy

and we'll only use it
against the bad guys.

Goodness.

It just occurred to me that Jesse's
condition could be... genetic?

[Chuckles]

Have we met before?

You look very familiar.

- It'll come to me.
- (Ned) Here he is.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi.

You okay?

Enough with the disappearing off the
face of the earth acts, all right?

So, how do you usually work this?

Well, Jesse's gonna help
us with a few more things.

There's still a chance
we can find Callum.

I need to finish it, Ned.

Why aren't you just
raiding Gary's place?

If we knew where his
place was, we would.

But he wasn't silly enough
to put anything in his name.

From this point forward, Roth
had no knowledge of anything.

From here, it's all Gary.

These messages, they're new.

Oh, no.

No.

Well, that's it. That's over.

Gary's dead and the only person
who knows where Callum is

is on his way to get him.

Any reason someone would send
you a private message here?

You've got mail.

From who?

Someone smart enough to use
a guerrilla mail service.

No IP trace.

Dale Anderson.

HeBeLove is Dale Anderson.

That message, it's from Roth.
He's telling us to find Dale Anderson.

I wouldn't mount your
white horse just yet.

That's assuming it's actually
the guy's real name.

Well, run the dragnet on it. We've
got warrants to go all the way.

He broke down one day.

He was c... complaining
about his mechanic...

that he'd put the wrong
petrol in the van.

Who? Dale?

He... he was complaining
to Gary about it.

"How hard can it be?
It's not rocket science.

There's a label, for Christ's sake."

"Yeah, but that would require the
mechanic being able to read."

He drives a diesel van.
He drives a diesel van.

You need to find the Dale
Anderson who drives a diesel van.

- Two Australian matches.
- Where?

One in South Australia, one in Sydney.

(Lara) Okay, let's go with him.
Bring up his bank records.

He's been in Singapore.

Lands in Canberra at 5.15.

[Applause]

Lands in 45 minutes.

- Thank you.
- It's all his work.

Thanks.

My pleasure.

But it'd be less than
truthful if I didn't tell you

I was getting myself out of
trouble at the same time.

Listen, I'm going to get Rowan
to come and pick you guys up,

and as soon as we get an address,

we'll get you as close as we can, okay?

We'll deal with your extradition
warrants first thing in the morning.

You did good, Jesse.

Really, I'm so proud of you.

I feel strangely pleased
to have managed that.

Good.

Yep.

Good.

- You said that.
- Yeah.

Jesse, Lara wants to see you.

Oh.

Ned...

Hello, Hani.

Bring Nolan's feed into the centre.

[Typing]

Officer Collins has identified
the target from the manifest.

She's escorting him out the main doors.

They're moving towards the
taxi now. Stand by, Williams.

G'day, mate.

- Where to, mate?
- Fyshwick.

Got an address?

For the GPS.

Yeah.

5/86 Lenton Avenue.

Verify it's not his address.

Unit 5, 86 Lenton Avenue.

- (Lara) Confirmed.
- Go, go, go, go!

[Tyres screech]

Get out of the car!

Get on the ground! Now!
Get out of the car!

Get on the ground! Get on the ground!

Get on the ground!

5/86 Lenton Avenue.

[Siren wails]

[Sirens wail]

[Tyres screech]

Police! Police!

Lounge room clear!

Bedroom one clear!

I'm sorry. You have to
wait here. I'm sorry.

You just have to wait here for a second.

[Mrs McCray gasps]

[Keys jangle]

[Running footsteps]

- Welcome.
- (Hani) Hi.

- Come in!
- Hi.

Come in!

Looks tremendous.

Welcome back.

- Come in.
- [Clears throat]

Thank you.

Jesse Banks, you rock.

Yes... Jesse.

Rock... you.

(Nasim) To Jesse.

- To Jesse.
- [Glasses clink]

I swear, once you're inside,
you could be on Mars.

It's good to be the most
resource-rich country on earth, eh?

I'm struggling to get my head around
how they let you take a job there,

given your track record
of shit-stirring.

All that fire and brimstone
you have in your 20s,

when it feels good just to be angry...

well, you know, we all grow up

and realise the world is
a more complex place.

- And they bought that?
- Clearly.

And then there's the fact that
I gave them my married name.

The one dividend from never getting
around to updating the paperwork.

- Hmm.
- [Phone chimes]

Oh, dear. You're in the dog house.

No, really... please, read my messages.

Sorry. I've been hanging out
with journalists too long.

Well, you've looked at it
now, so what'd she say?

"Thought yesterday's favour
might have at least earned me

an invitation for dinner."

There was an earlier one from
your dad, wanting to see you too.

Do you want some space?
I can get out of your hair.

Nope.

No need.

I wanted to say that, uh...

if I've ever been one of those people...

even for one second, who've
underestimated you...

I'm so, so sorry for that.

If the ground between us is uneven,
it's uneven in my favour, not yours.

Oh, babe.

It was so horrible.

- Ahh!
- Don't go back there.

Don't go back there.

Stay right here.

Stay right here, with me.

[Loud knocking]

(Woman) Immigration!

- You're required to come with us.
- What...? Wha... what are your grounds?

We need to talk to you about your visa.

(Hani) What visa?! What are
you talking about?!

- (Alilah) Wait, wait, wait, wait!
- (Nasim) Hey, hey!

Nasim! What...?

Bring his personal papers
and his documents.

What...?

Mama joon, what's going on?

Baba's visa has been cancelled.

I'm going to follow them in the car.

- Follow where?
- To the detention centre!

[Phone rings]

Hey.

I don't... What?

No, I don't know about Nasim.

This... this is an extradition
order for both of us.

You... you have to come over here, Jess.

I don't understand what's happening.

- I thought we had a deal.
- I know.

But by the time I got back to the
office and calls had been made...

There's a sense that the task

was to deliver Roth's hard drive,
or at least get access to it,

and Jesse didn't do that.

This is fuckin' Lara, isn't it?

It was never about Callum.

Call your lawyer.

Get him to prepare a bail application.

You'll have 30 days to fight it.

I'm sorry, Ned.

I can't see any other way.

If you can crack Roth's file,

well, at least we'd know
what we were dealing with.

How does it help Hani's Dad?

Someone lost something that
they clearly want back.

If I was in a position to return it,
then I've got something to trade.

- So, you want to go back to Papua?
- No, I don't.

I do not want to go
back there ever again.

I don't want to go back
there, even in my mind,

but, uh, we've got
nothing to fight with.

Do you have any idea of
the trouble I'd get into

if I get caught smuggling two
fugitives back into the country?

Yeah, I have some idea.

That's your party trick,
though, isn't it?

I usually hitch a ride back
with one of the mine pilots.

Let me make a few calls.

[Types]

Ha...

Jan Roth used to work for
Offensive Cyber Ops.

Mm.

Uh... they're one of the, um...

hardest-core intelligence units
working for the American government.

[Computer beeps]

Why are you still
awake, little squirrel?

Scared.

Scared?

Hanuman the Monkey King?

Why would you be scared...

when you're best friends with
the most handsome prince

that ever walked the earth?

Not that handsome.

Oh... Hmm.

Best friends with Prince Rama,

the most handsome prince
that ever walked the earth.

And together they went to rescue

the beautiful and the wise...

Princess Sita.

(Roth) Who has been taken
by the Demon King, Ravana.

(Roth) It was a long,
long, fierce battle...

the enemy so powerful that
they could regrow their limbs

as fast as Prince Rama
could cut them off.

[Door opens]

(Hani) Ned?

Jesse?

(Roth) Until the very end.

It was a battle to the death.

(Jesse) "I'm gambling, Hani Parande,
girlfriend of exactly 15 weeks,

"that you'll know me well enough
to find your way to this message.

I'm gonna get the files they want,
and trade them for your dad."

(Roth) And Prince Rama, and
Princess Sita were reunited.

And their loyal friend, Hanuman...

flies on ahead to ask the villagers

to light the paths with lamps...

so the couple can find their way home.

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