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Clarence, where's Sheyna?

Oh, my baby!

There was a man. He was coming towards us.

Does the Prime Minister know about this?

No, it'd be best to
keep him at arm's length.

Need to give the reptiles in the gallery

something to chew on instead.

That needs to go out today.

My name ever gets a mention I
will personally hunt you down...

Take my eyes out with a fork.

I have his phone.

If you email it to me, I might be able
to get someone to have a look at it.

Those kids in the car, they
hit a truck, so I went looking.

Come on! Come on! Some time today, please!

I don't know if you've
noticed I'm a little different.

I noticed.

- Could you open it?
- It's not standard encryption.

Which only makes it a more
interesting nut to crack.

Where's the Lindara video?

The teacher, Alex, has the kid's phone.

If someone went out there...

Since when has it ever been
possible for me to go away?

It's not usually, which you
know, but things can change.

I think I'm ready, Ned.

I just wanna know if knifing Poulson
had anything to do with Lindara.

Some things are not worth knowing.

Go! Go!

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Can I help you?

Suppose a taxi's not coming to get me.

I heard about the accident
with the young kids.

Was that... ?

- Where are you going?
- Lindara.

Why you going there?

Just meeting someone.

- Who?
- A friend.

Who?

She's a teacher at the school.

Alex?

Oh, you know her?

Yeah, I know her.

- You going anywhere near there?
- I haven't got any space.

I don't take up that much space.

Hey. Leave a message if you want.

Hey, it's me. I've just landed.
Give us a call when you get this.

Hope everything's OK. Bye.

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Shall we sit?

Sit down, Mr Banks.

Ah!

There is a spot on the wall.

Just below the air conditioner.

Can you see it, Mr Banks?

That is your spot.

Do not look away from
it. Do you understand?

No!

I don't understand why I'm here
or why I would look at that spot.

There's no conceivable reason
for me to look at that spot.

Alright! Alright, alright! I'm
looking at it! I'm looking at it!

I told you to look at the
spot. That is your reason.

I'm going to ask you some questions.

I want Ned. I want to call Ned.

Er, no, you don't get to make
calls. You get to cooperate.

You go to the movies son

I'm sure you understand
the benefits of cooperation.

I don't. I don't go to the movies.
It's too much for me, the sound.

The surround sound and the
screens are too big and...

You have no idea how much
trouble you're in, do you?

The little... the little Rain Man act.

You, my young friend, have
fucked up in a profound way.

I don't know what you're talking about!

Really?

You hacked into a system last
night and stole some files

that do not belong to you.

I wanna know why, I wanna
know who you're working for

and I wanna know where the files are now.

Those questions will not be changing.

So, have a good ol' think.

Time is no object here.

You need to, er... you need
to go home, Glynnis, hmm?

Hey. You alright?

You better close the door.

What's going on?

Marcia Poulson had
something of an accident...

Oh, no.

... involving car fumes
and a locked garage door.

Yes, it apparently wasn't the first time

that Graeme had fallen prey
to the charms of another woman.

Not something we could've known, obviously.

- Oh, well, that makes it OK, then.
- Hysteria is not an option here.

You need to take a breath
and collect yourself

because this is gonna hit
the gallery within the hour

and you need to have a statement ready.

What am I gonna tell them, Randall?

Some things are not worth the knowing?

Well, there is a certain wisdom there.

I want to know why.

Senate estimates is in five.

Thank you, Glynnis.

Thanks.

You guys missed out on
the Tidy Towns awards

so you're concentrating
on hospitality instead?

You a smartarse?

Only when I'm mildly nervous.

- 'Cause it doesn't work out here.
- No.

I'm Ned Banks.

You posted that video
without talking to me.

I know. I know I did. I let
that happen. It's not cool.

But half an hour after we
posted it someone hacked our site

and now the video's gone.

Mum!

Which one's Sheyna?

And Clarence?

- They were together?
- That depended.

Depended on what?

Whether or not their
parents were gonna find out.

Not allowed?

Do you wanna grab the end of this, please?

Just here.

- So who do you think took it down?
- We can't say yet.

But the video showed
the kids clipped a truck.

It was transporting cargo to
a research company in Canberra.

If I can clean it up again

maybe we can get Clarence to take a look

and work out who is so
desperate to make this disappear

and why.

So Clarence's folks have
gone up to Queensland

to visit his grandmother, who's sick.

His mum's coming back

but the train won't get in
until the day after tomorrow

so he's staying with me in the meantime.

Was this the first time
that he's cut himself?

Look, he's...

He's a beautiful kid.
He just feels everything.

- Hey, Carl.
- They charged him yet?

We still don't know what
really happened, Carl.

We know exactly what happened.
My little girl is dead!

Tell that little prick when you're
done patching his fuckin' conscience

I wanna talk to him.

Just hear him out.

Hey. I'm Ned. How you doing?

Yeah, that was a stupid question.

I'm sorry to hear about your girl.

Alex said you could fix my phone.

My brother showed me how.

I know it'll be hard

but if you take a look at it it
might help you remember something

that'll help prove you weren't to blame.

You reckon?

I took the car. I talked
her into wagging school.

I ran into the truck.

No video is gonna change any of that.

G'day, mate.

- Lyndon?
- Coover.

Glad you could join us. How's the wife?

She's good. She's pregnant again.

You know how that happens, don't you?

Your message was scant on details.

Yeah, I just got word
they picked up our hacker.

- I was a bit distracted.
- So you got your man.

- What do you need me for?
- Oh, not quite so simple.

It was a level three critical
infrastructure breach.

Got everyone from the
PM's office down watching.

- The PM knows?
- No, I said the PM's office.

His people are keeping
him at a distance for now.

Ian Bradley's all over it like a rash.

Why is DFAT involved?

'Cause it's a cluster fuck
of fantastic proportions.

Friday just before dawn

there was an accident out
west involving a Physanto truck

and a four-wheel-drive
with two kids inside.

The truck was part of
a classified transport.

I was about to ask what the cargo was.

Well, there you go: classified.
There was an overzealous clean-up.

One of the kids ran and
one of the kids was hurt.

Fuck knows what he was thinking,

but the head of security pushed
the four-wheel-drive into a gorge

- with the kid still inside.
- Shit!

Exactly.

- Help me with the rationale there.
- Yeah, wish I could.

Shipment arrived in Canberra
as planned. He wasn't with it.

- He's been offline every since.
- So I'm here to what?

Find him.

Andy King, head of Physanto security.

I have to declare a conflict
here. I know him. He's my mate.

Yeah, buddies for 15 years.

Met on a bilateral policing
operation in Europe.

Helped him with some business
contacts when he moved.

Held him together when his wife died.

And you want me to play Judas?

Or, another way of looking at it,

your friend's been blown
a little off course.

You're the best chance we've
got of helping him land safely

before things get completely out of hand.

That's part A. Take a breath.
Part B is where it gets tricky.

Don't hurt me, please!

Please! No!

That video shows up on some
flea-bitten online news site,

Department of Prime Minister
and Cabinet have kittens,

then half an hour later this guy,

who's the brother to
the press gallery journo,

hacks into Physanto and does a runner
with half the documents in the place.

We don't know if he's in Physanto

'cause he's too curious for his own good

or whether he has a plan
to sell off what he took.

Has he got a history?

No, he's been quiet since
his suspended sentence.

- You've been monitoring him?
- I've had a spotter on him.

I'll organise a meet. You
can take over the handling.

I've got a briefing in ten.

You request whatever you need to find Andy.

- Cheque book's open on this.
- And when I find him?

You smooth his feathers. Tell
him everything will be sorted.

How long have we got this one for?

Rolling warrants. As long as it takes.

To be honest, I'm not sure anyone's home.

Have you ever been contacted

by anyone looking to buy
intellectual property?

Did you speak to anyone
about your hack into Physanto?

Are you listening, shithead?

Enough of the fucking humming!

Maybe you wanna take a little break, Dean?

I see they your left your undies
here, just to piss you off.

Some people enjoy their work just
a little bit too much, don't they?

Here. Let me give you a hand.

Here we go.

Is that better?

Um... You OK? You right?

Could you put your hand
on the back of my neck?

OK.

Like this?

Is that alright?

Mm.

This is all a bit of a
bloody mess, isn't it?

Hm?

OK, listen to me, Jesse.

Now, you don't know me and you
got no reason to take my advice

but if I were you

I'd think very strongly about
doing whatever it is that they ask.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Mm.

Say hi.

- Whooo!
- What are you doing?

I looked at her.

I was looking at her instead of the road.

Clarence, I'm hurt!

I can't feel my legs!

I couldn't get her seatbelt off.

They took off fast and one
of the cars came for us.

- What?
- It had cars with it.

- The truck?
- Yeah.

One in the front and one at the back.

- Like an escort?
- Yeah.

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- Is she alright, Poulson's wife?
- She's recovering.

Have you got a copy of the video?

Yeah, yeah. I'm here with Clarence now.

We're just trying to work out
what Physanto would be trucking

through the middle of the outback

that would require a military style escort.

- Jesus. They're biotech, aren't they?
- Someone's gotta know something.

See if we can turn up
a disgruntled employee,

someone who will say what was on the truck.

yeah well listen, I gotta go
but, just so you know,

there's extreme pressure to name
our source on the Poulson pics.

Sophie Walsh owes us big-time.

Oh, I don't think you need to go
into Marcia's history of depression.

Just stay focused on

the family's need for their
privacy to be respected,

the Prime Minister calling for
sensitivity, et cetera, et cetera.

In the meantime, we pray
something more interesting

steps up to take the heat.

Perhaps the North Koreans will
execute a journalist or two.

Is this you taking the piss?

'Cause I don't know if I've got
the stamina for churlish tonight.

Did I... did I do
something to mess this up?

Not that I'm aware of.

OK, 'cause it just... feels like a...

You need to commit to
a noun, sooner or later.

It just... it feels like
you're shutting me... us down.

No? Am I just making that up?

Oh, God. Please tell
me you're not gonna cry.

I'm having a bad day, Soph.

This...

this is making me tired.

Hey, it's all good.

It's all good.

Hi, er, leave a message, if you want.

Jesse, give me a call, please.

- Cannot drink that for thirst.
- Thank you.

So do we give the phone
to the police or not?

You know taking evidence from a
crime scene is a serious offence?

I know the local cop.

Can probably get him to do me a
favour and say it just turned up.

I was just praying it
would be more definite.

Things are so wound up
between the families.

Yeah. Missy said that no-one
wanted them to hang out.

This land lease is really
stretching things and now this...

- What lease?
- It's over a station called Youngmar.

An exploration licence was granted

and there's a lot of money on the table

and now there's questions
about who the land belongs to.

Sheyna and Clarence's families
have, well, different perspectives.

And how on earth did you end up out here?

Very crafty Education Department marketing.

Well, I had to get out of a bad
situation with Missy's real dad

and they lured me out here on a
one-year contract to Broken Hill,

singing this intoxicating song

about balmy nights and
wide open spaces and...

Well, were they wrong?

Not a bit.

But no mention of the heat and the flies.

Nor the cost of living in a fishbowl.

A fishbowl?

I'm not sure that Tim
would've been my choice,

if there had been more choice.

But then Missy loves him more than
anyone else in the world, so...

All hail the Education Department.

Run, Clarence!

I can't feel my legs!

Run!

Who's there?!

Clarence?

Clarence?

Come inside now, eh?

This is all gonna end bad.

You just hold on until we talk to Tim.

We'll show him the video
and decide what to do.

Mum?

Goodnight, Clarence.

Can't remember whether I
renewed the insurance or not.

Yeah.

Thanks for nothing.

You right or you need me
to pat you to sleep too?

Well, wouldn't be horrible.

But I'm good.

Miss, get Clarence up.

Mum?

What is it, Missy?

He's not here.

His bed's made, like, stupidly well made.

Oh.

When's his mum getting in?

Tomorrow.

Tim, Clarence has gone.

Well, maybe we can borrow Nance's van.

Well, what did you want me
to do, tie him to the bed?

- Hey, Leyla, you seen Clarence?
- Nup.

Hey, Sammy? Have you seen
Clarence this morning?

Saw him heading out on the Hill Road
but that was a couple of hours ago.

Thanks, mate.

Miss, go open school, would you?

He might be headed to the waterhole.

He and Sheyna hung out there a lot.

Clarence?

Clarence!

Oh, fuck.

Alex!

Clarence? Clarence!

Fuck.

Alex! Alex!

Come on!

Oh, God!

Clarence!

Come on, fuck it. Come on, mate.

That's it. That's it. That's it, mate.

That's it. Good boy. That's it. That's it.

Alex!

I would also like to express my distress

at what can only be called hyena journalism

from some sections of the media.

I dunno, the options are he
either slipped and cracked his face

on the way down or someone
smashed his head into the rocks

and chucked him in the waterhole.

Have you gone round and
checked on Jesse yet?

Yeah. Went around. All good.

Er, who else is out there?
Who else in on the story?

Mate, no-one. There's no-one here.

Um, I can get you something
in a couple of hours.

Perry?

What?

You're kidding me. Are
you going cold on this?

No. No. No way. No fuckin' way.

I just pulled a half-dead
kid out of a waterhole.

and just 'cause you've misplaced your balls

I'm not gonna tell him we
can't follow this through

because our hybrid-driving
latte-drinking advertisers

are a bit uncomfortable.

Why don't you find yourself
a cosy little corner,

snuggle down with a schooner
and write me something.

We can debate who's misplaced their balls

when there's an actual story to talk about.

My wife has been courageously battling
post-natal depression for a decade

and the media scrutiny
over the past few days

almost certainly played a role in...

He's doing alright. Hey, you've, um...

- Bit of blood there.
- Oh. Thanks.

Anything else? About the car?

There was a ute, it was
silver, it was dirty.

Do you know how many silver
utes there are around here?

And let's not talk about how
many of 'em might be dirty.

- Oh, Tim.
- You see a plate?

- What state it was registered in?
- It was a dual-cab.

Might be jumping to conclusions

but it sounded like
the car from last night.

- What happened last night?
- Nothing.

I mean, we had a visit
but nothin' happened.

Someone came round and tried to
get in through Clarence's window.

Is that nothing?

Missy's gonna stay with me for a while.

Seems like you got plenty
of company as it is.

G'day, mate.

G'day.

Maybe you can help me.

I'm looking for a mate of
mine. Heard he might be in town.

You seen him?

No. Sorry.

Goodo.

You're Ned, right?

You might wanna just
give me Clarence's phone

straight off the bat

and we can move on.

We know that you lost that
video off Password's server.

You're a bright young journo

so you've come out here looking for
the original source, for the phone.

I know you might think
you're on a great big story

for your... well, for your trophy wall

but sometimes with these things the
costs, they outweigh the benefits.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

'Cause I think it'd be a good
Banks family strategy at the moment

to lie low.

To keep your heads down.

You need to take the
lead on this thing, Ned.

Gotta show Jesse how things need to be.

Hey, what do you... what
do you know about Jesse?

Just give me the phone.

He's delicate, that one, isn't he?

It's probably time to
go home to your brother.

It's time.

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No!

♪ We built this city on rock'n'roll ♪
♪ We built this city ♪

♪ We built this city on rock'n'roll... ♪

No, no, no, no, no!

No! No!

No!

Hey, Soph, it's me.

Um, can you go around to my
house straight away, please,

and just see if Jesse's OK?

Slow down, Ned. I don't understand.

There's a cop here, he knows
my name, he's spoken to Jesse

who has been completely
offline for 48 hours.

There's no flight out of
here till tomorrow morning.

I need you to drive
around and check on him.

I've got wall-to-wall
meetings till three o'clock.

Poulson's wife. North Korea.
Things are insane in here.

Soph, Jesse is in serious trouble.

The reason why he's in trouble is
because of you and your envelope.

I've got no idea what you're talking about.

Just go round to my house!

OK, Ned, I've gotta go,
alright? I'll call you back.

Think your neighbour would sell me her car?

Hey, mate. It's me. I hear you
might be out of town on a job.

Annie's been on my case
to get you over some time

before the baby comes,
which is way too close.

So, um, look, call me
when you can, mate. Bye.

Jesse?

Jesse?

I'm not sure if you remember me. Sophie?

Ned and I went out for a
while. You didn't like me much.

What are you doing? I'm not
receiving guests right now.

- I just wanna check you're OK.
- Why are you here?

Did someone ask you to come? Someone
asked you to come, didn't they?

- They did, yeah.
- Knew it. I knew that.

Ned asked me to come.

What's that smell?

The clothes.

It's the only way to be sure any kind
of transmitter would be destroyed.

And that's the, er, feathers in my
vest making that very distinct odour.

I'm gonna go inside and make us some
tea and get you some other clothes.

Nah. No.

They've been in there. You
saw that already, I assume.

Well, it's freezing out here.

What about a blanket?
Can I get you a blanket?

It should be OK. I...

OK.

What happened to Jesse Banks?!

He's curled up in the foetal
position right now, Randall.

Leave it alone, Sophie.

You knew.

Let's get something
very straight, shall we?

Banks made himself the
target. It was his doing.

And the last time I looked it was
your job to check and double-check

every single piece of paper
that goes out to the media

and perhaps if you
hadn't been in such a rush

to worm your way back
into Ned Banks's bed...

- You prick!
-... you would've done your job

and seen that there was
something in that envelope

that wasn't meant to be there!

It was a fuck-up, Sophie.

Feel free to shoulder some of the blame.

I have to go.

Jess?

Jesse?

Hey, buddy.

I've been calling you and
you haven't been answering.

Why didn't you answer the phone?

- Oh...
- 'Cause that's our deal, right?

I... I couldn't, alright?
I couldn't answer.

- Where have you been?
- Not allowed to say.

Why not?

Jess?

Jess? Jess?!

Oh, just, please...

... don't yell at me.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no! No!

No! No. No. No.

Hey, you. Hey.

- Oh, er, da-da!
- Oh, they're beautiful.

Oh, they're all alongside
of the road, just magic.

Mm.

Wish you were with me.

Oh, wish you'd have given me a
bit more notice. I'm like a wreck.

You look perfect.

You OK?

Oh, it's been a big few days.
There was a level three breach.

Someone hacked into the
system and copied the lot.

The whole place went berserk. There
are new protocols on everything.

So I couldn't get everything

'cause the attack happened
in the same sector.

So that's part A and the decryption key

but will it be enough?

Er, yeah, maybe. Maybe just
enough to get us out of here.

I don't mean to be, er, greedy.

Hm! You look tired.

Can you get me a copy of the breach report?

I just wanna know who it is.

You never know. They might
wanna team up for the sale.

I printed one but...

there's an incident meeting in the
morning, Andy, and I have to go.

I mean, why would I have
to go unless they know?

I could go to jail, you could go to jail!

- Sweetheart, shoosh. Shoosh, shoosh.

- Maybe we should just tell them.

Maybe if we just tell
them then it'll be alright.

Hey, hey, it's alright.
It's gonna be alright.

I don't know if I can do this anymore!

Come here. Come here. Come here.

Ah...

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh.

Shh...

I can't do this, Jess. I need to know.

- Not allowed to tell you.
- That is insane.

- Of course you're allowed to tell me!
- No! No, not allowed!

Five years in jail. Look it up.
That's what happens if I tell you.

It's OK. It's OK. It's OK.

Hello?

Hey. It's Hani.

- Hey! How was the country?
- Um, Jesse's not well.

Shit. Shame. What's he got?

I don't know. Did you
come round on the weekend?

No, I came over yesterday
morning. We were gonna hang out.

But he didn't answer.

Can I come in? Just to say hi.

- No.
- Let her in!

- Did you guys get robbed?
- Something like that.

Oh, man.

What happened?

What happened to you?

I'm so tired.

- So sleep.
- I can't!

Yes, you can.

I'm gonna be on watch, OK?

What the fuck happened to my brother?!

Better get back to you, Neil. I got
a very excitable young journo here.

Better see what he's all in a flap about.

Take a seat, Mr Banks, or I'll have
security come and reschedule you.

- I'm calling security!
- What happened to him?

You think carefully about
what you're doing, Mr Banks.

You think carefully
because right here right now

might very well be the last
time you set foot in this house.

Ah!

Ahh!

Oh!

Productive meeting, then?

I need to understand what he did.

That's why your robbers couldn't find it.

In case Jesse doesn't mention
it, I think it's safe to assume

that everything you do online
at this point is being tracked.

I've a little experience
with the Cyber Crime Unit.

Two years into my good behaviour bond.

Do you get how good he is at what he does?

Probably not.

I watched him at a couple
of public events last year.

He's... he's an artist.

Yeah, that's not how the judge saw it.

Anyway, what he's done here,
your wonderfully artistic brother,

was actually a pretty straightforward

infiltrate/obfuscate/exfiltrate.

OK. It's, um, gonna need to be in English.

It's like he went for a walk in the woods

and he stumbled across this weird castle

and there were planes
overhead and attack dogs.

It makes you curious, like
what are they up to in there?

Or it makes you keep walking.

Jesse found a way to get
in without anybody noticing.

That's the infiltrate bit.
What did he find in there?

No idea. I don't normally
employ this kind of encryption.

And... and it's here because...

- It's been exfiltrated.
- Stolen.

- Copied.
- Without consent.

I don't think they'd have
been into it if he'd asked!

Yeah. That's my point. He
copied it. He brought it home.

He stole it!

He stole it because he
was trying to help you.

I can take it home. I've got
other decryption tools there.

He would have a fit if
you got in trouble too.

It's no biggie. I'll be careful.

Nope.

I gotta go. I've got a doctors appointment.

Tell him I'll come over later. I'll
get my dad to make us something.

He's a wicked cook. Might be
able to tempt him into eating.

- What?
- Nothing.

Just weird sharing him with someone.

It's good.

It's nice.

Cool.

Catch you later.

Since when did a loaf of bread cost $8?

Since dickheads like you started paying $8.

I only bought it to
make points with my wife.

She's pregnant.

Gonna assume that's horseshit

since you're not supposed
to tell me anything personal.

Well, maybe I'm just a bit sloppy.

So Coover thinks you can
afford to press a little harder.

He couldn't come down here
and tell me that himself?

Well, it seems that your friend
Jesse is snarled up in something

that a friend of mine's snarled up in too.

I was hoping we could
find some common ground.

They know what files
Jesse's copied from Physanto,

what they don't know is why.

For the rush.

Coover's not buying
that's the extent of it.

Or maybe he was trying to figure out

why someone pushed that girl off the cliff.

Coover's very keen to know that
those files haven't been decrypted

and that you've retrieved
each and every copy.

He's given you quite a shopping list.

You must owe him big-time.

He said you were a delightful handful.

Yeah? He can go fuck himself.

Well, I'll pass that recommendation on.

In the meantime...

There's only one copy
and I couldn't get it.

Well, you know what they say...

If at first you don't succeed...

And if I somehow magically
manage to get it, am I done?

Look, you're dancing to Coover's tune.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Yeah?

- Hey, babe.
- Oh, hi, darling.

- Hey, I don't wanna nag...
- But you'll make this one exception.

Hey.

Hm!

I don't like you leaving
the back door unlocked.

I didn't. Oh, Andy was here. He
got a call just as he was leaving.

I told him to let himself out.

- Andy was here?
- Yeah.

He called in with a present
for the baby. Very sweet.

He said you need to stop working so hard.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I'm sorry.

I can't be here anymore.

Resynced and corrected
from chamallow by endoch