All language subtitles for The.Code.2014.S02E05.1080p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-ABH.eng

(GUNSHOT)

Roth: Help! Help!

Just breathe, breathe, breathe.

I need some help!

Breathe. Trust me, just breathe.

Ned: I'm in the town of Bitang Lembah,

where unidentified militia
fired on demonstrators this morning.

Locals had gathered here to protest
the treatment of Remsey Gangi,

who was deported from Australia

and arrested in relation
to crimes he did not commit.

It's hard to say what happened first.

Rocks were thrown,
warning shots were fired,

then live shots were fired.

- People are just fleeing.
- (EXPLOSION)

- Girl: Mummy!
- Tahila.

Come here. Come, come.

Where are you going?

Theo, can you take her home?
I'll call you as soon as I can.

(SPEAKS IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

Kiki's been shot.

Look, Kiki, you've got to get up.

It's going to hurt,
but it's going to be alright.

- Come on.
- (KIKI GROANS)

It's alright, sweetie.
Put... put your hand. Come on.

(PANTING) It's okay. It's okay.
We'll get in the back.

Come on, let's go!

It's alright, sweetheart.
Just breathe, okay?

If we can get her to the mine,
there are medics there.

Then they can chopper her out
to Jayapura or even Darwin.

It's alright. It's okay.
Just breathe. Breathe.

Breathe.

You're staying here, right?
We'll take her.

If they see you, they'll arrest you.

Okay. (BREATHES HEAVILY)
Just hang in there, alright?

I'll come get you. I'll come get you.

Got her?

(ALARM BEEPS)

This is Meg Flynn. Can you open up?

I-I've got someone with me
who's been shot.

We need to get to the clinic.

Hello! Is this working?
Is anybody there?

[MAN OVER PA] Your pass has
been canceled, Miss Flynn.

There's been a misunderstanding.
I'll sort it out later.

We just need to get in now.
This is an emergency.

You're not cleared
to come onto the site anymore.

We don't care about the
fucking clearance, mate.

You need to open these gates now!

(KIKI MOANS)

Meg, I need to put her down.
She can't breathe. Help me.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
What the fuck are you doing?!

You need to get us in there, now.

Move, move, move, move! Move!

Oh, for the love of God!

It's my wife! She's hurt!
She needs help!

Carter! Hey, Carter!

You gotta open up!

- Darcy, it's me...
- (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Jesus Christ! She needs help!

Please! Please!

Kiki...

Kiki.

(THEME MUSIC)

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I wish there was something I could say

which might make you feel better.

It's okay. Papa said you're
not very good at lying.

(BEEPING)

Where's Mama?

(DIALOGUE MUTED)

Jesse: This is so bad.

So, so bad, Ned.

I... I went in with him this morning,
while you were at the protest.

Into the, Er, OCO system.

You what?

You weren't there and I needed
to make a decision without you.

What did you do in there, Jesse?

We took the decryption keys,

and when he went to get
Tahila, I used the keys to...

- (KNOCK AT DOOR)
- Meg: Can you get the door?

to open Roth's file, to see what it is.

(DOOR OPENS)

It's a program called Kaspion...

a web crawler that searches
for and identifies

the locations of Zero Days

right around the world.

- Zero Days?
- System weaknesses.

Once you find them,
you've got Zero Days to fix them.

Will: All programs and hardware

have unintentional flaws
and security holes in them.

There's also deliberate back
doors built into systems

to gain unauthorised access.

Built by who?

The big intelligence agencies
have been doing it for years.

No-one likes to admit it,

but they also encourage patriotic
companies to do the same.

Computer equipment
is ordered for export,

then en route, it's intercepted
and back doors are installed.

The equipment is then repackaged,
given a new factory seal

and sent on to the customer
who's none the wiser.

The agencies can then access
those systems any time they want.

Call it their windows
on the rest of the world.

Agencies spying
is not exactly a new thing.

Yeah, you're not getting it.
I-It's not only about spying.

With that list you... you can
let yourself into any flawed system.

Sure, you can spy, you can steal,
b-but you can also control.

Or... destroy.

And I put it in Roth's hands.

He... he releases it,
it will roam the net

and identify all the places where
those back doors have been inserted.

You get how valuable that list is?

How dangerous it could be
in the wrong hands?

It gets worse.

Just after the breach into OCO,

Roth's wife was shot at a demonstration.

She was protesting the treatment
of Remsey since his return to Papua.

We have to anticipate
that he now has the capacity

to control or paralyse
major national systems.

We've booked in briefings
with all the emergency services,

critical infrastructure,
switching to high-alert protocols,

but the truth is,
if he wants in, he can get in.

He targets the majors,
post-Katrina analysis says

that things would start to look
very ugly day five.

Do we have any Intel
on what he might target or where?

The attack would be
digital, done remotely,

so in terms of a location,
roll the dice.

I'm ready.

This footage was taken
about an hour ago.

Obviously we've shared it
with teams on the ground.

How'd you go?

We've calculated how far Roth could
have travelled since that was taken.

Search teams will start with a 70km
radius from the mine and move inwards.

- It'll be laborious.
- Boots on the ground.

But provided he didn't
chopper out of there,

the net will close on him eventually.

Why didn't they just let him in?

They could have flown his wife
to a hospital, and yet...

There's an endless stream of people

turning up at the gates asking for help.

- No way they could've known...
- This is not just people, Neil.

This is the wife of someone with
already a really sharp Axe to grind

and they just let her bleed
to death in his arms?

Where's the briefing on this?

The protest. The massacre.

Massacre? (SCOFFS)

Managed to conduct your own
investigation this morning, did you?

Counted injuries on each side.

You have a meeting to finalise
the Helmston mine lease

before tomorrow's signing.

Now, I spoke to the PM
on the way in here.

This incident will get
a full investigation,

but it's not a roadblock.

Get that lease signed and seek an
assurance from the Indonesian government

that Remsey is being treated
according to the law.

And drop the inflammatory language.

Funny, if we'd just accepted

Remsey's application for
asylum in the first place,

maybe none of this would have happened.

Am I the only one that's
getting the irony on this?

Pop into my office after you've
met with the delegation.

There's still a few wrinkles
we should iron out.

- Go on, say it.
- I don't think I need to.

It sounds like you already know
what I'm going to say.

Get me started, I'll finish off.

Driving headlong into a brick wall...

With scant regard for the consequences.

Politics is a long game, etc., etc.

This is not the plan I have for you.

Or yourself, I imagine.

Look...

I understand if you want
to unhitch your wagon.

And why would I do that?

'Cause you're offering me
the best possible advice

and I don't appear to be taking it.

I'm sure that's the second line
of my job description.

- (MOBILE TRILLS)
- Hi, Leonie.

Yeah, thanks for calling me back.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Right. What did she say?

- Detective.
- Minister.

- Did you...?
- No.

Just...

We're setting up a control
room here, so I'm waiting.

Trying to get my head around
how things got to this.

Not everything's stacking up to me yet.

No.

If you ever wanted to talk...

Thank you.

Come on, let's go.

Hani: Some days it's just like

being next to the brightest
star in the universe,

and other days it's like living
on the edge of a black hole.

Maybe what you say is true, Baba.

Maybe if we end up together,

I will just drown
trying to keep him afloat.

Nasim: I was wrong.

For all the right reasons,
but I was wrong.

Your mother and I...

there are very strong currents
pulling us in different directions.

But...

when the core is strong,

who am I to try to talk you
into a different choice?

He did not go back
to try and save me, Hani.

He was doing it for you.

To take this splinter from your heart.

And that someone would love
my daughter that much...

(SIGHS)

- (SOBS)
- Don't give up on him, Hani.

(BIRDS CALL)

It's probably safe to say my position

as chief photographer
for the mine is over.

What happens if you get picked up?

I'll be in breach of my visa.

But just how deep the shit is

will depend on what they catch me with,

which is why I have to
get these pictures out of here.

Then I've got to get to the hotel,
get the rest of my gear.

- What?
- My external hard drive's there.

All the pictures of
Marcus' body are on it.

Oh, shit!

I thought I picked it up before I left.

Well, I have to go get it.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Jesse: He's, Er...

He wants some whisky.

I don't know if this is even possible,

but we need to find a way
to destroy the Kaspion files

or put them back or... something.

Even if I could get the files,

I can't get into the OCO
without Jan, anyway.

What do you mean, "if" you can
get the files? Where are they?

They're on a drive, locked in there.

And he's got the key.

If you can get in there,

is... is that something you
can do, delete the files?

And then what?
You don't think he'd notice?

I don't know about you, but I'm feeling
kind of attached to being alive

and the chances he would
kill me for that are...

If he uses it, it's on our heads, yeah?

You are getting that?

In fact, you're the one
who helped him steal the keys,

so it's on your head.

So maybe you can put a little bit
of effort into finding a solution.

As Lo-Fi as it sounds,
the only solution I can see

is that he drinks himself into a coma,

then I can try and sabotage the files.

Meaning what?

I'm not sure yet, but...

if I can find a way for the
program to appear functional,

the... the bullets have
effectively been removed.

Even if I can, it'll
only buy us so much time

till he works out what's happened.

Well, I'm going to go and get my gear.

- Maybe I should come with you.
- I'll be alright.

It's okay, you don't
have to look after me.

I'll be engaged only in the
dangerous business of bartending.

- I'm not sure chirpy is really...
- Appropriate?

Excellent! Situation normal.

Off you go.

Still no result?

Does that surprise you?

- No.
- Why not?

Because he's smarter than everyone
in this building put together.

I would try again, assuming
you'd like the opportunity

to talk him back from the ledge.

Are you capable of speaking directly?

- Is she like this all the time?
- I have the right to remain silent.

You want direct? This is direct.

Your boyfriend has aligned
himself with a man

who is making enemies of some of the
most powerful people in the world.

If Roth uses the program,
he's looking at life in prison

and, depending on where they catch him,

that comes with a death penalty on top.

Jesse helped him get it.
The charges apply to him as well.

And, frankly, given the level
of cooperation so far,

I can't think of a single person

who could actually be arsed
to try and stop it.

So, like I said,

take it or leave it,

but enough with the whining.

- Meg: Motherfuckers!
- Ned: That's three.

Pretty sure there were five.

Right, that's the fourth guy.
I think there's one still inside.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Meg, Meg, no, listen.
There's still a guy inside.

- There were four.
- No, there were five!

(MAN SPEAKS IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(SHOUTING)

You alright?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Goddamn bastards.

Without the photos of Marcus,

there's no way to prove
that Remsey was set up.

It'll be his word against theirs.

And this is just... another murder,

and no-one held to account.

Tahila: Papa wants two sugars in his tea

but nothing in his whisky.

He gets very upset

when we don't put it
in the same place every time.

He says we need to be able
to find them in a hurry.

What about you, young lady?
Are you thirsty?

- Hungry?
- I don't know.

Sometimes... I get so busy thinking,

it's like I forget my body even exists.

Is there something
you think you could eat?

I could eat a banana.

It's an excellent choice.

Full of all sorts of things
they say are good for you.

(BEEPING)

Meg: Ned?

(GUNSHOT)

Hey... whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Ned?
- Hey, shh.

(GASPS FITFULLY)

Just a bit of a delayed shock reaction.

Oh, you've got the shakes.

- Do you know why you get the shakes?
- I'm sure I'm about to find out.

I'm fine. Everyone can
stop staring at me now.

Yeah, 'course you are.

You just run on adrenaline for a while

and then the smallest
thing can flood you.

A spot of hyperventilation and
your carbon dioxide levels tanked.

A bit of history with it.

I'm usually the hyperventilating
brother, not him.

Well, I guess today's your day off.

I've got a bunch of stuff to download.

I'll be working right here
the next four or five hours.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Thank you.

(THUMPING)

Conventional wisdom says

that sleep can be a good
thing at times like this.

Yeah, well...

I shut my eyes for a few minutes...

then I wake up and have to
relive the whole thing again.

That accounts for me.

Why don't you take your
own advice, Jesse?

Well, I was trying to rest.

There was this quite disturbing
sound that was bothering me.

A kind of smacking.
You are a shitful liar.

- Really?
- Yes.

But it's perfect.

It means you're going
to have a hard life

because sometimes telling the truth
doesn't serve anyone.

What did you do, Jesse?

I used the decryption keys.

I opened the files.

Of course you did.
Why the fuck wouldn't you?

I'm worried, Jan. I'm worried about
what you're going to do with it.

Really? It's not yours
to worry about, is it?

Well, since I helped you steal it,

it kind of does feel like
it's mine to worry about.

I want to know.

They don't listen to words,

but they're very good at hurting people,

so I think I'm just going to start
speaking their language.

I... I know what that means
in a very general way,

but I-I can't get a
hold of it, I need...

Do you need specifics?

Well, I haven't decided what
systems I'm going to target yet,

but what I do know is...

nobody pays attention unless
a lot of people are screaming.

So, they think it's alright
for us not to have a hospital,

so maybe... I shut theirs down.

I take their light, I take their power.

Because sometimes what you need
is a little chaos on the street

so you can refocus
on the things that really matter.

But the wrong people get hurt that way.

Well, that will be a cost

that the powers that be
will have to decide to pay.

Not me.

I'm going to lay it out straight.

Release Remsey, put the
referendum back on the table,

start talking about sharing
the profits that come out of here

and nobody's going to suffer too long.

It's not your problem.

Nothing to do with you.

Unless you want to step up.

Maybe we can get Hani out,
or her family.

Sleep on it.

If you want in... cool.

If not, well, you've done your job.

I'll pay you the Bitcoin,
I'll get you a couple of passports

and you and your brother
can just wander off.

But you cannot take this away from me.

Tahila: Papa?

Yes, sweetheart. I'm good,
darling. I'm just, um...

G-Go on in.

Papa's going to have a wash,
and then he'll put you to bed.

Thank you.

I'm just downstairs
if you need anything.

(NED GASPS, MUTTERS)

Hey. It's alright.

It's alright. It's... it's just me.

Sorry, I was...

I was dreaming. It's
going to happen a bit.

You've just got to accept

it's the psyche's way
of processing stuff.

They go away eventually.

Probably.

No, it wasn't about that.

It was about my mum.

I was at the funeral and I was crying

and for some reason,
without my permission,

my father was there holding me, and I...

I didn't want him...

I couldn't move my arms.

I was paralysed.

I thought maybe I should bite him.

Maybe that'd make him let go,
but I couldn't even manage that.

I was just trapped there.

Trapped there,

being comforted by the man who
dumped you for something better.

It's not a dream about your mum, Ned.

No.

I'm very tired...

inside.

It's been a big day.

Jesse: Lies. Liar.

Terrible liar.

No, really, I love that on you.

(SNAPS FINGERS) No, really.

I love that on you.

No, really.

Then interest rates just killed it.

And then interest rates just killed it.

(LAUGHS)

That was delicious. Couldn't
possibly fit in another bite.

That was delicious.

I'm thinking about bi-fold doors.

So then we can get the whole
indoor-outdoor thing happening.

Tried to get the key but he
was up and down all night.

Didn't really get a chance.

It's ready.

Off it goes.

(MOBILE BUZZES)

_

Jesse: Morning.

Do, um, either of you
have any painkillers?

- I've got a cracking hangover.
- Meg: Yeah, I've got some.

- Thought you didn't drink.
- Turned over a new leaf.

Did Roth sleep?
Were you able to get the key?

He was up and down all night.
Didn't really get a chance.

Security forces crack down
on a peaceful march.

Things get out of hand, shots were
fired, and then away it goes.

- Just another day in Papua.
- But is it?

Remsey is the leader
of a non-violent group.

Why is he so dangerous to them?

So dangerous that they frame him
for a crime he didn't commit,

and then when people come out

to protest his innocence
about that crime,

they're gunned down in the street.

Someone went to a lot of
trouble to frame Marcus

and, by default, Remsey.

Why did they do that?

He's been causing grief
left, right and centre.

This was a perfect
opportunity to sideline him.

Feels like more than that.

I've got a copy of the pictures,

of the soldiers finding Marcus' body!

Marina's minder pushed them out of her
hand and gave them to me. Remember?

- Where are they?
- They're at my place.

I could get someone to go round

and scan the pictures
and email them to us.

How many people do you know like you
enough to do that kind of favour

that aren't in your phone
or your contact list?

Yep, he's right.

Everyone you're in touch with
will be on a surveillance list.

You call them, we're toast.

Well, there is someone who's not
on my email or my phone list

who owes me big time.

Right. You're still a boxer man, eh?
God, I hate those things.

Ned: (OVER PHONE) Yeah, I remember.

Can we have the underpants
conversation another time?

Sure, sure, they were just en route.

Um...

Desk.

Oh, right. (CHUCKLES)

You passed with flying credits, I see.

Are you looking for the pictures
or are you just snooping now?

Your mother would have had
something to say about that.

She hated mediocrity.

Yeah, well, unfortunately,
by the time I finished university,

she was delivering her little
pep talks from the nursing home

and I was busy
babysitting her other son.

- Ah, God.
- Dad, what is it? Did you find them?

- Dad, what is it?
- I just...

I just found a bottle of Vintage.

Oh, Dad, there is a guy
capable of crippling half of Asia.

Can you stop poking around in my stuff

and look for the pictures?

Yeah, alright, alright. Just...

You know, it's just very nice, you know.

Thousands of options,
you choose to wear this one.

Yeah, well...

Mum gave it to me last Christmas
when she thought I was you.

So don't go cooking it
into something it's not, alright?

Yeah, well, I would buy that, Neddie,

if the bottle were full.

Now, where do you want me
to send these photos?

Hold on a sec.

Can I see the pictures from the protest?

Can you zoom in on that?

Bloody hell, he's mine security.

He's a witness to Marcus
being dumped after the attack.

We find him, we prove
Marcus's innocence,

there's no crime for Remsey
to take the blame for.

- Where are you?
- I need a favour.

Er, I don't know if I'll
be able to fly that path.

I need to know which security
guards were on last Friday

patrolling the mine road
where the surfers were killed.

Oh, yeah, why is that?

Take a look at the picture
I'm about to send you.

There's a guy on the right-hand
side behind some bushes.

I'll see if I can find you
an alternative flight.

I'm just going to put you on hold.

_

_

Ned: So Ian Asselte,
Brian Matthews, Mark Brown.

All on duty last Friday,
now all on leave.

But they never patrol in threes.
It's always in a unit of four.

- So where's the fourth guy?
- Well, I did some digging around,

and at 5:30 the day of the attack,
an urgent flight plan was logged.

Franz was the pilot on.

He requested clearance for a medivac
from the mine to Darwin Hospital.

Now, you have to include the
reason for the medivac...

the medical condition,
illness, accident...

and you take a medic with you.

There's no explanation and no name
of the doctor who flew with him.

(MOBILE RINGS)

- Hello?
- It's Ned Banks.

A Helmston security guard gets
secretly medivaced out of West Papua

just after two Australians
are shot dead on the mine road.

I need to know who makes the decision

to withhold that information.

Nolan: Shit, Marina.
That's a big question to ask.

What are you going to
do with the answer?

Just, Er, asking for
information at this point.

To be honest, I'm not even sure

I'm going to be around
to make the accusation.

Did you hear about my daughter's
scholarship to the university?

A favour from the Vice
Chancellor to someone.

- Not you?
- No, not me.

Either way, I'm screwed.

Take away the one thing that's made
her happy over the last ten years,

and I'm personally screwed.

I let her keep it, and I leave
a grenade in my career path, and...

I don't even know who's holding the pin.

If you had to, could you hazard a guess?

Yeah, there are a few people
out there sharpening their knives.

Do you know the guard's name?

Burrows. Daryl Burrows.

I'll see what I can find.

Thank you.

Not for immediate release.
Just to keep in the stores.

Flexing of the ministerial muscle

to get her daughter a
scholarship, apparently.

But don't let me write it for you.

How long have you worked with her?

Seven years.

Meal ticket one day,
knife in the back the next.

She's the gift that keeps on giving.

Anton: You really love him, don't you?

Uh-huh.

In a, like, "never could imagine
being with anyone else" kind of way?

Uh-huh.

And never even thinking about
what could have been.

Just me, then.

We did this, Anton.

We went around this
block, like, ten times.

We did.

And nine times I managed
to claw my way back

from the edge of the cliff.

I know it's a bit of a cliché, but...

I can't think of a
different way to say it.

The new version of me is better.

Stop it.

I don't get how you can work here...

in this greyness.

I mean, at least if
you were a black hat,

you stood for something,
and I could respect that.

I know.

What do you stand for, Hani?

I don't know.

I thought I did, but...

Hey.

(MOBILE BEEPS)

_

(COMPUTER BEEPS AND WHIRRS SOFTLY)

(MOBILE TRILLS)

Lara Dixon.

There's a payphone in the cafe
downstairs. It'll be ringing.

Nice to hear from you, Jesse.

(KEYPAD TONES)

(PHONE RINGS)

- Hello?
- I destroy the program,

what kind of guarantee do I get
that we're going to be okay,

that Hani's dad stays?

I don't want you to destroy the program.

I want you to bring it to me.

This will be an arrangement
just between us.

I have it for 24 hours.

So you can do a bit of
reverse engineering?

Then I get the right to negotiate
its safe return to the Americans.

For a fee.

And the chance to promote
the service of your company

to all those vulnerable
sites on the list.

Vertex is not a charity, Jesse.

And in the grand scheme of things,

I'll be doing what the police
and others have failed to achieve.

I'm not going to apologise
for charging a fee.

And I will make a condition
of the software's return

that the right pressures be exerted
on the Australian authorities

to make sure you get what you want.

How do I know that
you'll follow through?

You have no track record
of integrity here.

No.

Traded that in a while back.

Let's make the benchmark different.

I'm assuming you're capturing the CCTV

and I've just incriminated
myself fairly heavily.

That looks like some investment
in the deal from my perspective.

So let's trade up from
integrity to... mutual benefit.

(DOOR OPENS)

I can't find Papa.

(DOOR CLOSES, PHONE BEEPS)

(BIRD SQUAWKS)

(Tahila SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

I'll go first and you'll go second.

The topic is colours.

Red.

Papa!

Papa!

I was worried.

Oh, it's okay, poppet.

- I was just hot.
- I'll get you a towel.

Thanks for... thanks for last night.

I don't know where
your head's at, but...

we're going to head up
to the hills today.

Take Kik.

Maybe you'll stay around for that.

For the funeral.

Then decide.

Sure. Of course.

No doubt they'll be hunting
us after yesterday.

You should probably pack the equipment.

I don't think we'll be coming back here.

(SCOFFS)

You alright?

Wrapped up in so many
fucking layers of bullshit.

Security is subcontracted out
to an entity called HelmSec.

That's their third name
change in three years.

In the hope that they wear
you out before you find them.

- (SIGHS)
- What?

HelmSec is a subsidiary
of Vertex International.

It's a long way up the ladder, but
Daryl Burrows' boss is Lara Dixon.

Daryl Burrows.

- Ouch, that looks nasty.
- Can I help you?

You don't know me. Nolan Daniels.

If my thinking's straight,

you probably don't know the man
who's going to take the fall

for your itchy trigger finger
last Friday either.

- I've got nothing to say to you.
- No?

I've got heaps, so you just stop me
when I veer off the rails, eh?

You and the boys,
out patrolling the road.

Everyone's a bit twitchy
'cause there's been a bit of trouble.

See a car that's stopped.

Burrows: How goes it, gents?

As you get close, one of the
occupants reaches for the glove box.

- Flash of metal.
- (GUNFIRE)

(GRUNTS AND BREATHES HEAVILY)

Shoot first, ask questions later?

I get it, mate.
I'm out on the ground too.

Those clowns back in the office,
they don't have a fucking clue.

But you're a grub, Daryl.

Can't get into the cops.
Army won't have you.

But hang on, there's
always the private sector

where the standards aren't so high.

My contract prohibits me from
speaking about operational matters.

Let me just tell you
how this is going to play out.

One morning they will take
Remsey Gangi from his cell,

march him into a field,
take his shirt off,

mark a target on his heart
and shoot him dead

for something you did.

I'm going to make it my personal
mission to make sure that...

that doesn't happen without
your name shackled to it.

Hey. Yep.

Now we just have to wait and see
if he goes squealing to Mummy.

You said everything
would be taken care of.

I was told it was sweet.

Look, I'm not really quite sure what
you're talking about, Mr Burrows.

I'm in a meeting right now, but the
legal team will be in touch shortly.

Oh.

Um, hello.

- Buzby.
- Yes, that's me.

I want to be upfront with you, Buzby.

I need to ask if you're prepared
to do something for me,

something which involves going into
some debatable areas of legislation.

At some point in the next 48 hours,

I might need someone to run
a military erase on our system.

If it were to look like an attack
from Roth, all the better.

The eradication of documents,

with the full knowledge
they're about to be subpoenaed.

There isn't anyone else, I think,

who understands that the
cutting of certain corners

is the only way to save us
from the worst of what's coming.

Meg: Yeah, we're heading back soon.

I just heard that
they might be moving Rems.

Yeah, I'll let you know. Bye.

Lara Dixon is CEO
of the Asia-Pacific arm of Vertex.

There's one of her in half a dozen
countries around the world.

Is the profit and loss there?
Because I've been trying to find out

if they've also been paying
local security forces.

There was a bit of lunch-room talk

about paying extra fees to local militia

to help keep the mine road operational,

but I could never prove it.

Where am I going to find that?
Under P for Protection Money?

Mine security gets into
a bad situation with Roth

that results in two
Australians shot dead.

Too big a screw-up to explain away,

so a quick call to their local contacts,

who are happy to clean it up, for a fee.

So the guy that puts a bullet
in Marcus Kombian's head

gets pocket money from
an Australian company.

(ENGINE REVS)

There are more patrols on the road.

- We have to get out now.
- Jesse...

you have to call Meg and Ned.

- Tell 'em to meet us there, okay?
- I haven't finished packing stuff.

(SPEAKS IN LOCAL LANGUAGE)

- No!
- Tahila!

- Tahila!
- I'll get the stuff.

- I'll meet you there. Go!
- Tahila!

You go. We'll meet you
on the road near the bridge.

Okay.

(BEEPING)

(CRIES OUT)

Argh!

(MOBILE RINGS)

Hello?

- Who's this?
- Jesse, it's Anton.