Episode 2 The Code

This programme contains some strong language

Extradition orders from the US Department of Justice.

We've got a problem. If you help us fix it,

-it would go a long way to argue the case for keeping you here.

-What kind of problem?

-Jan Roth.

Roth is the brains behind this website on the darknet.

There were images of Callum,

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

-I want to go home!

-You can't go home.

I can get us out of it, Ned. Might even be able to save the boy.

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

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

with the 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.

Just in from intelligence - they got the guy responsible for the attack.

-It's Marcus.

-This is bullshit.

They killed him and they dumped his body back there

so we could take the blame.

Lara, we've got a problem.

I'm more interested in you, Jesse.

Your insights into a particular technical problem that I have.

Hey, where are we going?

-What time's your game tomorrow?

-You're doing the afternoon.

Oi! Thank you very much.

Are you trying to paint your face with your food or something?

Help me! Help me!

What are you doing? Help me!

Help me!

Jesse didn't exactly stick to the plan.

Which is exactly what I said would happen, didn't I?

So what happens to the idea of him getting us into Roth's computer?

Well, it still might happen.

As long as he's with Roth, there is still a chance.

Do you really think?

He's a nice boy, but he can't tie his shoelaces

without a team of helpers and a ten point plan.

I want to go public.

Look, at this critical stage,

we don't think that that's the way to go.

You keep saying that, you don't say why!

Detective Daniels isn't actually at liberty to say why.

There are some quite significant security implications

in the mix - national security implications -

that he hasn't been briefed on.

I can't even begin to imagine the horror you're going through,

but I need to tell you that we are dealing with a very smart

and dangerous man, and, if we tip our hand early,

let Roth know we're looking for him, he'll be gone.

We'll find Callum, with or without Jesse's help.

I need you to be strong - let us do our job.

Can you give us a second? Lara?

"We will find Callum"? You can't do that.

Really?

I know without a shadow of a doubt that, if we go to the media now,

the chances of finding Roth go through the floor.

So I make a promise I might not be able to keep to improve the odds

of actually finding that boy alive. I can live with that.

What national security implications?

You know the drill, Nolan.

If you were meant to know, I'd have told you.

Wait here.

ROTH WHISTLES

Seasick or panic?

I don't know, they feel kind of the same.

This is bad, Hani.

Unless you want to get all literal for a minute, in which case,

nothing actually bad has happened yet.

We're in the middle of God knows where in the company of a man

who thinks selling small boys on the internet is OK,

and whose last travel companions finished up being shot to death

on a road that looked horribly just like this one.

That doesn't seem actually bad to you?

And there's the fact that we no longer have a plan.

Which is why we move on to Plan B.

Come on, kids, let's go.

We go to his place, you solve his technical problem,

and, while you're at it, we find a way to copy his entire hard drive.

Instead of them getting into his system with the Trojan,

we just give them a copy of the lot?

You can do this, Jesse.

You can still save Callum.

In you get. On the floor.

-Why?

-Not that I think you would turn me in intentionally,

but, once you're back in the loving arms of the intelligence community,

shit happens.

I just want to clarify our arrangement.

I take a look at your problem, you pay the 25,000,

and then you're taking us back, right?

-Mm.

-That's what's happening?

Well, as much as I enjoy your charming company,

I'm not looking for a long-term relationship.

In you go.

Down there.

Who the hell are they?

-You're overreacting.

-You don't know the first thing about them.

Oh, sorry, except that they are working with the police department

-to try and catch you.

-They were bait, Kiki, nothing more.

I took them out right from under the cops' noses.

They're going to help me get the job done,

-and then I'm going to bring them back.

-Oh, and, five minutes later,

the troops arrive, and then you're locked up for the rest of your life.

Yeah, it's a risk. But Jesse is worth the risk.

He's smarter than Eric and Christo put together.

Which one of you is Jesse?

Kind of a girl's name, isn't it?

-Jesse James was a boy.

-Who's that?

-He was an outlaw.

Are you an outlaw too?

-Um...

-No.

He's a good guy.

I don't want to argue about this any more. We're so close, OK?

It's my work. I need to get it back, and I can't do it alone.

Jesse, Hani, my wife Kiki,

who is sometimes, but not always, a little more hospitable.

-Hello.

-Hi.

Excellent. Now that that's out of the way, let's get to work.

Right.

We haven't been able to crack it.

Open it.

First impressions?

First impression is that, even if I can decrypt the file,

you don't have the authorisation to launch the programme.

Indeed. You can see where my problem is.

He opens it, what sort of trouble is he getting himself into?

Because the strength of that encryption suggests that

whoever you stole it from is pretty invested in keeping it unopened.

I think "stole" is the wrong word.

Really? Because the fact that you don't have the decryption key

is a pretty big clue that it doesn't belong to you.

I don't think these insights from the peanut gallery are helping,

so why don't you take a fucking walk?

You don't get to talk to her like that.

I also work better without an audience.

The sooner you get this job done,

the sooner you two get to go back to your little lives together.

So unless you've got something positive to say...

MACHINES BEEP

I'll be right back.

I've just been with Marcus' kids.

How are they doing?

-KIKI SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

-It's nothing.

'Give me your phone, Remsey.

'More threatening texts today.

'"Tell your wife to get your coffin ready, then she's next."

And you still don't want to fight back?

Scare tactics, which only work if they scare me.

Well, you should be.

You can't lead the movement from the grave.

You get started on that,

I'm going to go and find something we can copy his hard drive onto.

TV BLARES IN NEXT ROOM

Hey, Rambo, can you turn it down?

I think that's the medieval one, not the modern war.

-Right!

-Dad!

A violent and chilling end for two young Australian surfers

caught in the crossfire, as tensions boil over

in the troubled Indonesian province of West Papua.

While the names of the young men have not been released,

new details are beginning to emerge which suggest the attack

could be linked to the pro-independence movement.

The attack is the latest in a series of incidents

on the road outside the Australian-owned Helmston Mine.

The mine has become a flashpoint in one of the region's most violent

and least talked about conflicts.

Fiona Walsh is on the line from the capital.

Fiona, what can you tell us about today's developments?

Paul, what I can tell you is that

the local police are taking things very seriously.

Interview tomorrow, right?

'A dedicated task force is on its way to the province...

You're not eating?

Oh, there's a security meeting I just can't get out of.

-Thought we'd hang out a bit later?

-I'm not hungry.

SHE SIGHS

Marcus Kombian. Local law enforcement confirms he was shot

-and killed during the attack.

-The Australians fired back?

Handgun was recovered from the vehicle.

We're waiting on ballistic reports.

-Do we know how many were involved?

-Locals say three or four.

But everything points to Kombian being the leader.

He was a loud voice against the mine, and was a close associate

of one of the current leaders of the separatist movement, Remsey Gangi.

Remsey Gangi was there at the attack?

Unconfirmed. We need those lease negotiations finalised -

any sense of when that might be?

You'll have new draft amendments on your table by the end of the day.

It's scheduled for a public signing

as a centrepiece to the forum next Monday.

Sooner would take the heat out of the situation.

I'm sure it would, Neil. But they want to double the size of the mine.

There's a quid pro quo.

Terms of trade concessions, a revamp of the aid budget.

Look, expanding the mine's in everyone's interest,

but I'd prefer it if we're not left carrying the financial can

for the next decade or more.

Any good news on Roth?

No, he's keeping his head well and truly down.

I'm assuming you read last night's briefing?

I read it. And I've got a bunch of questions.

And most of them start with, "who the fuck was the genius in charge of

"handing Jesse Banks over to Roth on a silver platter?"

Simpleton, really? That was completely uncalled for.

Hello, the Honourable Minister for Foreign Affairs and Trade.

God, it sounds completely ridiculous, doesn't it?

Fits you like a glove.

Hey, can you walk with me? I've got a presser.

I mean it, though. So deserved.

It's a big step up.

-How's Alyse?

-She's good.

-All things considered.

-She still in pain?

Mm-hm. Think there's always going to be a lot of pain, you know?

On good days, she's full of yoga and meditation, bad days,

more prescription meds than I'd like.

She's applied for this design degree, though.

I think this is going to really turn things around for her,

give her something positive to focus on.

Nothing like hitting the ground running, eh?

Yeah, this is a shit fight we could all do without.

But it will get sorted,

provided we all stay calm and hold off hitting the panic button.

It would be good to keep the message as contained as possible,

though, just keep Roth's past in the vault for now.

Watch out, Will, she's gunning for your job.

I did my time, just asking for a little tweak on message,

make my life easier, that's all.

-Nice to see you.

-You too.

As I said, we've had investigative teams from Australia and West Papua

investigating this event.

We're in the process of repatriating the bodies of the young men.

PHONE VIBRATES Obviously our thoughts and prayers

go out to their families at this very difficult time.

What I can also tell you is that the bilateral investigative team have

found the body of a man we believe to be responsible for the attack.

Hey.

Just got off the phone from Paul.

Thinks you're holding out for more money.

If you don't come round soon, he's going to offer the job to Mark.

He should do that. Mark's perfect for it.

He's capable, but everyone knows you're five times the runner.

The two Australians killed in West Papua -

why aren't their names being released?

The only reason to withhold names

is if the families haven't been informed.

They're repatriating the bodies - the families obviously know.

Tell me what's going on, and I'll see what I can find out.

-I can't talk about it.

-Can't or won't?

-Shit, Erin, does it matter?

-Matters to me.

Can't, OK?

Joey. Yeah, hey, need a favour. Erm...

The names of the two Australians killed in the attack

on the mine road in West Papua.

OK. Yeah, talk later.

-I'll put it on your bill.

-Yeah.

Come over later, five-ish?

Yeah. Oh, I can't, I've got the reading of the will.

Whose will?

My mum's.

Your mum died?

-When?

-Last week.

It was a heart attack.

Hey, is there something I can do?

When's the funeral?

It was Saturday.

-I can call you when I'm done.

-Yeah, sure, whatever.

What the fuck are you doing, mate?

Can you tell Geoff I'm not going to make the blast shoot this afternoon?

I feel sick. I'm going to go back to the hotel and crash.

Yeah, no worries.

PHONE RINGING

-Hello?

-Yeah, sorry.

My earlier messages might not have made any sense.

-You're a journalist, right?

-Yes, but this isn't for a story.

I'm actually looking for my brother. I think he's with someone

who was involved in the attack on the mine road.

Yeah? Who do you think that is?

The guy's name's Roth.

Jan Roth. Do you know him?

Maybe, but I don't know you from Adam.

Listen, if I could hassle somebody else, I would,

but you're the only name I've got.

And I'm sorry if this inconveniences you in your duties

singing the praises of the mining lobby, but I'm desperate, OK?

Do you have any idea what it takes to get permission to be here?

I needed to pitch a story that could offend nobody.

And then I had to get signatures from 18 departments.

-18.

-I'm not... I'm really not...

Then I had to submit a list of people I'm going to talk to,

and pictures I'm going to take,

and these all need to be confirmed on company letterhead.

-All... All...

-I am here singing the praises of the mine.

Lots of people are watching, making sure that I'm doing that.

My job is to make sure that they don't see what else I'm doing,

and, if you fuck that up, I will be very unhappy.

Don't know who your brother is, mate, or where he is, OK?

-I... I...

-Don't contact me at the mine again,

and don't use my maiden name.

-Help me!

-Where are you?

I'm in a flat. It's locked.

No can do, man. I'm already back at base. I'm on the eastern flank,

and there's a line of tanks coming my way.

I'm serious!

I'm being serious!

No!

No!

Ah, fuck you!

-Hey...

-Get off me!

Sorry.

I'M sorry. I'M sorry.

I'm sorry we're here. I'm sorry I said I could do this.

I'm sorry that Callum's...

Are you done?

Tanty over, or is there more?

I'm most sorry that I dragged you into this.

Can you please take your jacket off?

It's making me hot just looking at you.

-I don't smell very good.

-Me too.

Lucky we like each other so much.

BEEPING

Power surge.

Yeah, that UPS is not going to hold up for long.

I'm going to get some supplies.

Right, I'm just going to grab the generator out of here.

There's a couple of motherboards in there. You should grab them,

-just in case the surge burnt them out back at home.

-Mm.

Hey! Ken!

Hey, Meg.

OK, but it'll take us 20 to get there.

Budi said he can get us into the morgue to see Marcus' body.

-When?

-Now. I said we'd be there in 20 minutes.

-I'd better get these two home first.

-Mm. No time.

The window's one hour, then the body's trucked back to the capital.

-You took your time.

-Roadblock.

Had to take the long way around.

-Can we still go in?

-It's going to be tight.

-You are?

-Ah, these are my friends, Jesse and Hani.

-Friends is not accurate.

-Oh, that hurts.

Friends don't kidnap one another and transport them to other countries

-without permission.

-You're Ned's brother.

He's been hassling me like mental, worried about you.

Can you let him know you're alive? Then he might get off my case.

Well, I have no way of doing that, thanks to my "friend" in the front.

Right, we're on.

You're not going to do anything silly, are you?

Not on purpose.

The bullet hole.

He said to photograph the wound.

The burn mark around it, see?

And the traces of gunpowder.

The doctor said this is a man killed at point-blank range.

Not from a distance.

-But what does this prove?

-Proves his story is horse shit.

He said that Christo shot him from the car,

but they found him 20 metres away.

It gets worse.

These marks.

And at his ankles too.

Bruising and rope burn.

He'd been tied up. There was a struggle.

-CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

-And around his throat...

See there?

Fingernail marks.

And there, haemorrhaging.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

If we get the power back up,

how long will it take you to copy the under counter files?

Including the entire cache and logs, one, one and a half hours.

And then it's a question of how to get them to the police.

We wait till they've cancelled the extradition orders, and THEN

we hand them over, otherwise they're still calling the shots.

But the longer we take, the more chance that Callum...

You can't think like that.

We've just got to put one foot in front of the other.

GUNSHOTS

Come on, get him up! Get him up!

Let's go, move, move, move! Come on!

Get in, get in, get in.

Ah, fuck!

Go, go, go!

-Run!

-Come on!

-Run!

-Go, go, go, go, go, move it.

Jesse! Jesse, come on.

Come on, Jesse, come on!

NO SPEECH

Jesse. Jesse, come on.

Come on, Jesse. Jesse, please.

-Fuck.

-Please!

Come on. We've got to get out of here.

-I got him, I got him, I got him.

-Move!

SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

Does this qualify us as friends?

Take it easy. It's all right, it's all right.

Take it easy. It's OK.

It's OK.

Breathe.

Just breathe. Breathe.

-You should see a doctor.

-I don't need all this fuss, OK?

-It's not serious.

-But it could have been.

She's right. These are not empty threats, Remsey.

-You should leave.

-No.

Do you want your children to grow up without their father too?

Let's get to Cairns, and we can decide what to do from there.

No. I'm not sneaking in like a criminal.

I have applied for the visa to go to the forum.

-That's when I go.

-Now Marcus, two weeks ago Rika, and before that Pok.

On and on it goes, too long, Remsey.

And I let this madman here do it his way.

We only want simple things.

A cut of the mine, not the whole pie.

For Christ's say, we want the same thing!

-Please, not this again. Not now.

-A referendum before it is too late.

Fight fire with fire, Remsey. That's how you get attention.

But you're warmongering. We need to give the leadership a new chance.

Smoke and mirrors. Why do you listen to the same bullshit? Over and o...

-Enough, both of you.

-All right!

All right, we will go.

Good. I'll take you to Cairns tonight.

Today was bad.

-Today almost got us...

-But it didn't.

We're here.

We're fine.

SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

We need a few litres for each person.

Remsey's your brother, right?

It must be tough being stuck between the two of them.

If I could melt them into one person, one with too much fire,

one without enough...

Papa is not good at being told what to do.

What about you?

Do you know what is happening here?

Do people know? Do your friends know?

You were a very cute baby.

It's not me.

There are another two near the door.

Ned, for Christ's sake, just calm down, will you?

-I can't even...

-I didn't know your mother would...

I mean, why would she leave me the whole shebang?

No, I'm... I just thought maybe I'd get back some of the money

I invested in the house originally, that's all.

You're fucking unbelievable.

Just hang on. Hang on, hang on.

Now, I was a big part of her life as well, you know.

We were together 15 years.

Pretty bloody big innings, in my book.

Ah!

Oh, fuck!

Jeez!

-Sorry.

-No, no.

No, no, don't be sorry. That was a long time coming.

Just... Just pinch right where the bone meets the cartilage.

Here. Just...

-Just up there.

-I was crap at everything.

Crap father.

I know I was a crap father. I was a crap husband too.

Bloody crap everything. It's all right.

I know. And don't think for a minute that I didn't regret walking out.

-It doesn't matter.

-It does matter.

-It doesn't...

-Just hear me out, Ned, just for once.

I mean, I just didn't know what to do.

You know, from the moment he was born, Jesse...

..was difficult.

He never slept, he cried all the time.

And your mum...

Well, your mum was diagnosed with postnatal depression,

and it just went on and on,

and I just thought it was never going to stop, never end.

Marriage and family life didn't meet your expectations.

Just chuck it in, someone will pick up the slack.

-No. It actually wasn't like that.

-No?

-That's what it looked like when I was 14.

-No...

And it still pretty much looks like that now.

You know, it was a good call.

Because Mum's depression never did go away,

and Jesse was a difficult child,

who became a difficult teenager, and a pain in the arse adult.

Did I ever think about abandoning ship?

What do you reckon?

I've got to go, Dad.

I didn't come back for the money, Ned.

I came back to try and build some bridges with you and Jesse.

Yeah? I'm all out of bridge-building stuff right now.

DOOR SLAMS

COMPUTER BEEPS

GASPS

COMPUTER BEEPS

DOOR RATTLES

It's just me.

How are you going?

It's nearly there.

Well done, you.

Something's not right.

I couldn't open the folders, the ones about Callum.

Did...? Did you need to?

Not... Not really, but the point is

I couldn't open them from Roth's system.

Why would he protect his site in a way that he couldn't access himself?

He didn't set it up, Hani.

Someone else did,

so that Roth wouldn't see them, so that he wouldn't know they're there.

Who?

Most of the money from the main site goes to an account in Germany.

But the funds from the paedophilia stuff...

Somewhere else?

They go to an account in Belize.

This account only has a single signatory.

It's not Jan.

What if he's not who they say he is?

What do they say I am?

What do they say?

Someone needs to start talking.

There's a boy.

He went missing a few days ago.

He's for sale on your site.

On my site?

In a private forum.

Show me.

So this is why you're here, so you could poke around in my closet

-and see if I had any little boys stashed away.

-They want to...

I was supposed to get them access to your hard drive

so they could try and find Callum...

..Callum, before the...

..transaction is complete.

Pack up.

Hey, Dad.

On Friday night, our 14-year-old boy went missing.

He was supposed to be staying at a mate's place but he didn't show up.

The police have tried to stop us from going public,

but we can't wait any longer. We...

We need anyone who might have seen him, or anything,

even if they think it's not important, to come forward.

Please, if anyone has seen anything, or knows anything,

please contact the police.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, no, you should definitely not come in.

Assuming that I wanted to.

I've had a hideous day.

Jesse's still God knows where, and I've drunk too much.

And I punched my father in the face.

And I've drunk too much. I already said that.

-Twice.

-Yeah.

So, save yourself.

-Don't come in.

-Maybe you just need to let off some steam.

Away we go. MOTOR STARTS

Jesse.

Come.

I want you to show me how he did it.

It was there, if you were looking hard enough.

You're right.

It's my fault.

I set the serpent free in the garden.

What are you going to do?

What am I going to do?

I'm going to make things right.

Yeah, Gary.

Yeah, I'm coming into Cairns.

There's a few things I need to tie up.

No, no, I'll let you know when I get there.

Buy yourself a ticket. I'll pay for it.

OK.

Let's find the kid, and we'll figure out what to do next.

SIREN WAILS

This is Australian Border Security.

You are currently in Australian waters.

Let's go find this kid.

Cut your engines. We are coming along your starboard side.

We seek permission to board your vessel.

Come on.

Jesse!

Come on!

COMPUTER BEEPS

No.