_
They will keep searching, won't they?
'Cause he's... he's not good in the water.
He's not a good swimmer.
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.
They actually need to apply for political asylum,
not just tourist visas.
What?
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!
_
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?
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Oh!
Ahh!
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.
I suppose...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Halle-fuckin'-lujah!
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.
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?
- 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?
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!
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...
It's okay. He's... he's okay.
It's okay. He's fine.
Oh...
- 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.
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! 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.
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.
- Where's the boy? - No!
- Where's the boy? - Jan, no!
- Gary, where's the boy? - No, please!
- Where's the boy? - Jan, stop it!
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?
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.
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Who is that?
I don't know.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Ned Banks.
They found him.
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?
Have we met before?
You look very familiar.
- It'll come to me. - 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.
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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.
Okay, let's go with him. Bring up his bank records.
He's been in Singapore.
Lands in Canberra at 5.15.
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.
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.
- Confirmed. - Go, go, go, go!
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.
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.
- Welcome. - Hi.
- Come in! - Hi.
Come in!
Looks tremendous.
Welcome back.
Come in.
Thank you.
Jesse Banks, you rock.
Yes... Jesse.
Rock... you.
To Jesse.
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.
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.
Immigration!
- You're required to come with us. - What...? Wha... what are your grounds?
We need to talk to you about your visa.
What visa?! What are you talking about?!
- Wait, wait, wait, wait! - 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!
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.
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.
_
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.
Who has been taken by the Demon King, Ravana.
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.
Ned?
Jesse?
Until the very end.
It was a battle to the death.
"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."
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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