MAN: There's been a bombing in Sydney.
Nick!
A van exploded, a cop was killed.
GARY HYDE: My partner, he was blown up in that explosion.
He was also my best friend.
Claire McKenzie, this is Sonya, my wife.
It's great to meet you.
Hi, you're a... police officer?
Investigator for the Department of Immigration.
Right.
WOMAN: We're dealing with a terrorist situation.
The Army of Islam would be claiming responsibility
for assassinating the American Secretary of State.
She's attending the Asia Pacific Security Forum next month.
We believe the mastermind behind the threat is a terrorist...
Going by the name of Malik.
MAN: This is a matter of national security.
We need to stop them.
Malik.
WOMAN: Gary. What have you got for me?
Look, I've got an eyeball on a suspect.
He's dousing the car in petrol.
- Copy that, Gary. - Do we pick him up?
This car is our only link to Malik.
Can I pick him up? I need an answer, Jackie.
Alright, bring him in, but keep it on the down low, OK?
Don't do that, son.
Don't do that. Put it down.
Stay where you... All I wanna do is talk to you.
I just wanna... Stay where you...
- Get back up. - Are you OK?
We'll head him off.
Stop! Stop!
Wait!
Just wait!
No, no, no, no!
Hey! Listen, listen, listen.
All I wanna know about is the car, alright?
The one you're gonna light up.
Now someone tried to run me over in it a couple of days ago.
Did someone make you do it?
Are you working with someone?
Is his name Malik?
Hey, son, put it down. Let me talk to ya.
Alright. It'll be OK.
Right? Please!
OK.
Surrender only to God.
- No! - No!
(MUTED BOOM)
Shit. Fuck.
(SIREN WAILS)
(SIGHS)
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(SIREN WAILS)
Tan, get that off to Tech.
- See what they can pull off it. - Yep. On it.
His name is Abud Hasan,
one of our suspect New Zealand passports.
Thanks, Claire. Can you send that through?
OK.
He was our best lead to the terrorist plot.
You really think I'm not aware of that, Jackie?
Was I not clear about keeping this on the down low?
We've got an address on our dead guy.
It's a critical incident.
- There's a procedure... - No, no, like you said.
It's the best lead we had.
We'll check his house, see if we can find a link to Malik.
(DOG HOWLS)
It's locked.
That's a good thing about being part of counterterrorism unit.
There's no need to knock.
- Police! - Clear!
Police!
Clear.
He's not exactly living the high life, is he?
There's not even a computer.
(PHONE RINGS)
Claire, what's happening?
I've been trying to establish who Abud Hasan was
- before he got his false passport. - Right, and the answer is?
I'm waiting for confirmation,
but it's possible he's wanted in connected with the Jakarta bombing.
Right.
So be on the outlook for explosives, OK?
What... what are you doing?
Hey! Whoa, whoa, I'll call you back.
Fuck!
Man, just step back, mate.
- Oh, shit. - Please.
(SIGHS)
(METALLIC CLINK)
- Ah! - Oh!
(CHUCKLES)
Gold. Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
Well, it's not going to blow up.
So this Abud is connected how?
He had enough gold in his room to recruit an army?
No weapons or explosives.
According to Interpol,
Abud was associated with a terrorist sect but not a leader.
Though he could've been acting under instruction.
From this Malik, who's still on the loose.
with the Asia Pacific Security Forum as his likely target.
I report to the AFP, not ASIO.
Yes. But I've been asked to liaise,
and in the spirit of interdepartmental cooperation,
I have to be kept in the loop.
I'll keep you posted.
(CHUCKLES) I'd appreciate that, Jackie.
Claire. Are you settling in OK?
Yeah, good, thanks.
Glad to hear it.
You do come highly recommended.
OK, so we managed to lift some intel from the phone.
Alright.
Abud sent a text last week to this man.
According to his passport,
Dale O'Halloran, 39, occupation - pilot.
Also here on a New Zealand passport.
Fake Kiwis - they're everywhere.
So far, he hasn't come up on any terrorist watch lists.
Far North Queensland, Dale runs a charter service.
Hmm. So what was the text about?
Confirmed a meeting.
Abud booked a one-way flight to Cairns, leaving tomorrow.
He also hired a four-wheel drive.
So he's presumably taking the gold with him in his suitcase.
What have you got on the gold?
Ten bars of bullion, a kilo each. Roughly $500,000.
Well, in cases of conspiracy,
the best bet's always to follow the money.
Spoken like a true lawyer.
Alright. Kevin and Tanya can work with me
on how an illegal in Parramatta got his hands on half a million gold.
This gold is funding terrorism, and I wanna know how.
Gary and Claire, head to north Queensland.
Check out the pilot. Find out how he fits into the picture.
Hey, Jackie.
Right now's not a good time for me to be going out of town,
considering all that's happened.
Gary, I'm sorry if national security is interfering
with your personal life.
Alright, then, but listen.
Alright, Claire's got her strengths but she shouldn't be sent on this.
She hasn't had any field training.
I can do this by myself.
You might be surprised.
I assume, then,
New Zealanders didn't post her here for her good looks.
And taking her with you will make her feel welcome.
And that's a priority now, to make her feel welcome?
Keep an eye on her. That's all I'm saying.
Let me know what you find out.
Right.
You should get a move on.
CLAIRE: So is your family OK with you going away again so soon?
Can't be helped.
Wow.
You really don't want me along, do you?
It's not personal.
You don't have the field training.
I have been known to get out of the office occasionally.
Yeah?
Jackie hinted at it. Actually said you might be spying on us.
The New Zealand Government does like to be kept informed.
(CHUCKLES) Naturally.
New Zealand's secret agent?
Whoa!
International espionage.
Tinker, tailor, soldier... sheep.
Do we think Jackie might be just a little bit paranoid?
Yeah.
(CAMERA NOISES)
Alright, that's our man, with a tan.
I'm still trying to figure out the link.
Indonesian terrorist, bush pilot.
Dead explosives expert.
How are they connected?
Well, the simple question is
what can you wire out here with 500,000 in gold bullion?
I'll ask Dale that when I see him.
You're going to pretend to be the contact?
Did you bring the gold?
They only trusted me with one.
Hopefully that will be enough.
I hate to break it to you, but you don't look like an Abud.
Claire, that's racial profiling.
(ENGINE REVS)
You keep an eye on Dale.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna check out that shed.
Don't crash it.
(BIRDS SQUAWK)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(KEYS JINGLE)
Come on.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello, mate.
Do you know the taipan is the deadliest snake in the world?
And it's also found in Queensland?
No, I did not know that, mate.
I'll try to avoid them, OK?
How was your practice?
Oh, Mum tried her best.
Hey. I heard that.
Well, I promise I'll be there next time, alright?
Rosie wants to say goodnight.
Mate, I'm right in the middle of something at the moment.
Trying to find the bad guys?
That's right. That's the plan.
OK.
(DISCONNECTION BEEPS)
Oscar.
Dad said he's busy.
(SIGHS)
- He's trying to find the guy... - I know. And I'm glad.
And just be gladder if it wasn't with the glamorous Claire.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Hey. I want Gary to find him.
The guy who killed Nick.
I don't want my kid growing up with people like that around.
People like... that?
Terrorists. Muslims. Whatever.
All Muslims aren't terrorists.
- Most are just ordinary people. - I know.
I know that that's what we're supposed to think,
but I don't.
I see them on the street or in the supermarket and I'm thinking...
was it you? (SCOFFS)
Did you...
kill my husband?
- Oh, Angela, come on. - What?
- Can you blame me? - No.
No, of course not. But...
(GROANS)
Ange...
what?
WOMAN: G'day, hon. What can I get you?
Oh, just a... wine.
Glass of sav blanc if you've got it.
Where you from?
New Zealand.
Far North Queensland experience. (LAUGHS)
Any recommendations?
There's bushwalks, fishing.
Dale over there sometimes takes up tourists for a joyride in his plane.
Really?
Hmm. You might have to go wherever he's dropping off mail or whatever,
but... he's the real thing.
Does he have an office or...
You're standing in it. He lives here.
- Really? - Hmm.
Yeah. Out the back in a van.
Dale came to stay, never left.
He's a Yank but... a nice guy.
Is that his daughter?
(CHUCKLES) No. Mine.Alicia.
She's really taken to him.
(ALICIA GIGGLES) MAN: Hey, Deb?
- What can I get you, Curly? - Another.
Kitchen closes at 9:00, by the way.
Yeah, thanks.
Yeah, that was great, as usual.
- Hi! - Hey.
I was just telling this lady about your flights.
I'm keen as.
How about tomorrow?
Ah, sorry, we're all booked out.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hey, Barry, what's going on?
OK. Well, thanks for letting me know.
Sorry, Debs, gotta head out.
Everything OK?
Yeah. Somebody's down at the boatshed.
Probably looking for me.
Have a good stay.
(TENSE MUSIC)
The gold bars had serial numbers. Easy to trace.
How they were paid for is the interesting bit.
Direct transfer from an account in the name of Aaron Ling.
- He arrives six months ago. - Let me guess
New Zealand passport?
You're a genius, Kev.
- Just sensing a pattern. - Brilliant.
Where's the money coming from?
Um, an overseas bank.
Regular payments for the last eight months.
We're still trying to trace the source.
Last week, the half mil went out to pay for the gold bullion.
Could he be some kind of banker for a terrorist organisation?
It's a theory I'm happy to explore.
Find him. Follow him.
I wanna know who he meets, where he goes.
Yeah, we've still got the eyeball.
Suspect on foot.
JACKIE: Keep on him. We're still tracking the source of his money.
Alright.
Well, he's certainly got money.
Well, he shops. Goes for lunch.
I want his life.
Hmm, he'd never go for you looking like that.
What do you mean?
The Ramones. Seriously?
What? It's retro. It's cool.
You see, the fact that you have to say it's cool makes it not cool.
Yeah, well, at least I don't fall over in the line of duty.
I was pushed.
Oh, it was a nudge, though. Wasn't it, really?
He was stronger than he looked, alright?
Face it, Kev. You are a big girl's apricot... blouse.
You think they're his contacts?
Maybe part of a terror cell.
Oh, if he was white and wearing a footy jersey,
would you jump to the same conclusion?
Oh, spare me the PC bullshit.
(CAMERA NOISES)
Yeah, he's on the move again.
Do you think he spotted us?
What, while he's having an innocent chat to his innocent friends?
Oh, go.
(SIGHS)
Detective Gary Hyde. Leave your message.
Just warning you, Dale's on his way to the boathouse.
Though that may be part of your plan.
But I wouldn't know that because you don't tell me anything.
(SIGHS)
(PHONE RINGS)
Oh, come on.
No.
Put the phone down.
- Hey! Whoa! - Put the phone down!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
You're Dale, right?
I'm supposed to meet you here, alright.
I've got the van. It's all been arranged.
- Just calm down... - You broke into my office.
No, no, no, man. You left it open.
I'm just... I was just checking it out, alright?
No harm intended.
Alright? Malik sent me.
Alright? Just calm down.
- OK? Just... - Hey!
- No, no, no. - Hey, hey, hey, Dale.
I just wanna show you something, alright?
Man, alright, look.
OK, see?
Now, I've got plenty more where that came from, alright?
Are you gonna show me what I get for my gold?
I don't have it.
It's not here.
What do you mean, it's not... Where is it?
Hey, look, I don't believe you, OK?
He would've said if there was a change of plan.
No, no, no, man. If that's what you think, mate, we've got a big problem.
Right? Right here.
Sit down, please.
Sit down!
You left the safety on, dickhead.
Just stick to flying planes.
Who are you?
I'm a cop. Who are you?
Dale O'Halloran.
I know that's bullshit.
Alright? So whoever you are, we're gonna have a little talk.
Right, just relax, son. Take a deep breath.
TANYA: He's pretty cute.
I wonder if he's single.
I hate to break it to you, but I don't think he's your type.
Oh, 'cause he's rich and good-looking?
Not exactly.
Spicy Asian 30 metres.
Sorry?
Aaron is available and keen for new experiences.
Grindr.
He's gay.
Yeah. There's a couple of clubs around here.
Oh, this puts a whole new light on things.
Because a gay can't be a terrorist?
No, I was talking about you, Kev. You're on Grindr.
Mind out of the gutter, buddy. It's a detection tool.
He could be meeting someone inside.
Well, shall we go in? You called her a big spicy Asian.
You might stand out just a bit. I'll go.
But, Kev, what if he knocks you over?
You just stick to admiring the talent, Tans.
Alright. (SIGHS)
What is your real name?
I want a lawyer. Yeah, well, listen to me, shithead.
You don't have any rights...
because you're involved in a terrorist act.
I'm not a terrorist.
And what was the gold for?
Hmm?
Because you've had long-range tanks installed in your plane
and you've got a shitload of fuel to fill it.
So I'm gonna ask you again.
Where were you going?
(DOOR RATTLES)
Nice of you to join us.
Who's she?
Said you wanted a lawyer.
She is.
Dale here is playing hard to get.
Dale here is a paedophile.
Found those in his room. It's a girl he's been grooming.
I like photography. It... it's a hobby.
I ran your face through some paedophile watch lists.
And guess what?
Michael Adrian Warren, surgeon from Hamilton, Canada.
Wanted for child sex crimes.
Disappeared before he could be arrested.
Also a keen amateur pilot.
- And terrorist. - I'm not a terrorist!
You're using a false name, here on a fake New Zealand passport. So...
Jesus Christ.
I didn't want anything to do with this. I swear it.
So how did you get involved?
I... I'm not talking without a lawyer.
Screw this.
Now you've gone and pissed her off.
Listen to me, Dale, whatever your name is.
I know you're not a hardened criminal.
Alright? If you've been forced to do something against your will,
we can take that into consideration.
How did he contact you?
He's gonna kill me.
With this, your phone? Dale!
(ELECTRICITY ZAPS) What's she doing?
What are you doing?
What do you wanna know?
(GASPS)
It's not the voltage that hurts.
It's the amperage.
You think anyone's gonna give a toss about you?
Unwanted pedo?
Red on one testicle, black on the other
and you'll never be bothering any children again.
(SHOUTS) Help me, please! Help me!
Help me, please!
Help me... (MUFFLED SCREAMS)
Take off his shoes, pull down his pants.
(MUFFLED SCREAMS) Alright.
Claire.
Just go outside for a second, please.
(CRIES)
What the fuck you're doing?
Hmm? You can't torture him.
Not even in Queensland.
Well, he doesn't know that.
Seriously.
You threaten a suspect with torture.
Oh, like it never happens.
We know Abud planned to meet Dale with half a mil in gold.
Was he gonna fly somewhere to collect something?
You really want to lose momentum here?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Sorry about this, Dale. She's very persuasive.
So is there anything you'd like to say at this stage?
You wanna say something? (MUFFLED WORDS)
Yeah?
Just don't let that mad bitch near me.
Alright.
Listen, Dale.
Dale!
I'm waiting.
(SNAPS FINGERS)
(PHONE RINGS) Hmm.
Yep?
We've just confirmed it.
The finance for the gold came from an account in Brunei...
into Aaron's account.
Brunei? Are they in play now?
Well, that's what we need to find out.
- Well, what do you want us to do? - Bring him in.
But do it discreetly.
Gotcha.
Hope you don't mind. I just need a bit of fresh air.
I don't mind at all.
Do you live around here? Not far.
Should we go back to your place?
I think that's a great idea.
Alright.
Yeah, I definitely think you should come with us.
What did you say?
We need to ask you a few questions, mate.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Tans.
Not today, buddy.
Oh, my hero.
Who are you?
Who sent you?
- Was it my father? - What?
(PANTS) My father.
Did he send you?
No. Police.
After the... misunderstanding in Canada,
I put word around that I needed to get out.
Um, I was contacted.
- How? - Online.
Ah, through a private chat room.
For perverts?
(SNIFFS)
Keep talking, Dale.
Somebody wrote that they could give me a new identity.
And I paid a lot of money and... and I got a new passport.
And then I left the country.
I really wanted to make a new start.
I'm sure.
Look, I did not touch that girl.
OK?
I swear.
At first, things were OK
but then, out of the blue, this guy called me.
He said his name was Malik.
And... he said that he'd expose me if I didn't do what I was told.
Did you have a meeting?
No, it was just all over the phone.
Accent?
Middle Eastern, you know, maybe.
European. I don't know. I didn't ask.
And what did he want you to do?
Well, he said someone would contact me about a pickup.
When was this?
Two weeks ago.
Alright.
And what's the gold for? Hmm?
And what were you picking up, Dale?
I don't know.
OK? I'm supposed to text for instructions.
On this phone? Yeah.
Then do it.
Text him.
JACKIE: Why'd you run?
You do know it's not illegal to be gay in this country?
What's your name?
Aaron Ling.
We both know that's not true.
Notice how he's not screaming for a lawyer?
If I was innocent...
Maybe he knows, as a terrorist, he's not entitled.
I'm not a terrorist!
Funding a terrorist organisation with gold
is the same as if you set off a bomb yourself.
I don't know what you're talking about. I don't belong here!
OK. Calm down.
What's your name?
Aaron Ling.
That's a lie. You're on a false passport and you know it.
Now, you're in serious trouble,
so you better start telling me what I need to know.
The gold, what's it for?
(MUMBLES) Huh?
I don't know what you're talking...
What are you planning? What's your target?
I don't know.
Please. You have to believe me!
Then tell me your name.
They will kill me.
No one will hurt you if you tell me the truth.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
- Ma'am. - Not now.
It's urgent.
Take a moment and ask yourself
if you want to spend the rest of your life in prison.
I can make that happen.
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
So, what's the crisis?
We believe his father is closely related to the Sultan of Brunei.
Oh. And this changes things how?
Well, the Sultan is a guest at the Asia Pacific Security Forum,
and we can't afford a diplomatic incident.
We have to send him home. Immediately.
We can't do that.
I'm just the messenger, Jackie.
We need to know what he knows.
- If he's involved with terrorism. - I know.
I know. Believe me, I share your frustrations.
If you have an issue, you have to take it up with Foreign Affairs.
I can use what you told me.
Just a few more hours.
Oh, I don't know.
In the interests of national security.
I'll give you to the morning.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
OK Mr. Ling
(DOOR CLOSES) Whatever your name is.
As you won't cooperate...
I'm free to go?
No. You'll be accompanied to the airport and returned to Brunei
as soon as a flight's available.
No.
I don't want to go back.
Please, don't let her send me back.
You stay and you could be charged with
funding a terrorist organisation. Do you understand?
I would prefer that to going back.
But you won't cooperate.
OK.
I'll talk.
To him.
Tea?
Sure. (GROANS)
Thank you.
What happens now?
Well, we wait for Malik to send the coordinates.
You call for back up?
I'll notify border patrol when I know where we're going.
Big Dale's been told to install large tanks
so he could be headed to the Solomon Islands, New Guinea...
Timor.
That's outside Australia's jurisdiction.
Yeah. But it's the only shot we got.
Now, they're expecting a light aircraft. That's what we give 'em.
We?
What does that mean exactly?
Let me ask you something.
What was that about before?
What?
(SCOFFS)
It's not the voltage that hurts, it's the amperage.
Everybody knows that.
No, they don't, Claire.
But you did, didn't ya?
I was recruited into the SIS at uni.
It's the New Zealand equivalent of ASIO.
Right.
Help pay for uni.
Went into field training and was posted overseas.
And then what?
Stuff happened.
Wasn't for me. I...
I went back to law and I've been a pen-pusher ever since.
But Jackie was half right.
You're a spy.
As I said, not anymore.
What are you gonna tell her?
Claire McKenzie... international woman of mystery.
Believe me when I say there's no mystery.
Right.
So you fly to the rendezvous point, then you'll improvise?
That's all I've got for the moment.
As far as a plan goes, it's pretty basic.
Yeah.
Let me ask you something.
Secret Servicem, did they teach you how to handle a gun?
I'd rather not.
Oh, that's a yes.
Hmm?
I'm in.
If you trust me.
Thanks for the tea. I've gotta call my wife.
Sure.
(SIGHS)
Hey.
Sorry I missed you before.
I'm at the hospital.
Um, Angie had some cramping and bleeding.
What?
Is she alright?
Um, the baby's come early.
- Jesus, the kid can't take a break. - Yeah.
I know. Oh, God, I wish you were here.
Yeah, I wish I was there too. I do.
You get them, OK? You get whoever killed Nick and you come home.
OK?
I promise I will.
Um... (GRAONS)
I better go.
Alright. Just...
tell Angie I'm thinking of her.
Yeah... I love you.
I love you, too.
Bye.
We have the coordinates for the rendezvous point.
Now, Dale.
Do you know where that is?
Yeah. It's the straits.
Cut him loose.
Alright. I want to see what you get for the gold. Let's go.
(PLANE NOISES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
It must be down there.
(BOOM)
(ENGINE STOPS)
What now?
I'll make contact. You radio the cavalry.
I'll stall them for as long as I can.
Dale here makes a sound... (COCKS GUN) ..shoot him.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(SPLASHING)
I went on the dark web.
You know the dark web?
A bit about it, yeah.
There are people who will do almost anything for money.
I needed a way out of Brunei.
Why?
My father is very rich. Very connected.
But in Brunei, the punishment for being gay is still stoning to death.
So why didn't you just leave?
My father's reputation.
If it was known that his son was gay and out...
I believe that he'd rather have me dead than to live with the shame.
Where did you get the money?
My older sister arranged it.
She's sympathetic.
And who provided you with the passport?
I never met them.
I paid the money. The passport arrived.
I thought that was all.
Until a man contacted me on my phone.
He said that I should be prepared to pay a lot more money
to keep my identity a secret.
So you've been blackmailed?
Have I been paying for terrorism?
Oh God.
It's against everything I believe.
I didn't know. I swear.
How you doing?
Speak English?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I speak English. Good.
Alright, Malik arranged for me to pick something up.
Have you guys got something for me?
It's a rocket launcher.
That will make a big mess, yeah?
Yeah. (SNIGGERS)
Awesome.
OK. Now.
Where's the, ah, the gold?
Well, how do I know if that's in working order?
What do you mean?
The RPG. How do I know if it works?
(TENSE MUSIC)
Hey, whoa! Hey, bro.
Put down the bag, please. Alright. Sweet.
Just...
Oi.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
What the...
Alright. That's it. Don't move.
Drop it. Put your gun down.
Shit.
Don't move, don't move.
Drop it. Drop...
Don't move!
(GUNFIRE)
CLAIRE: Drop your weapons!
Drop 'em!
Back away.
On the ground.
Get on the ground. Both of you. Now!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Border patrol are on their way.
They'll be here by dawn.
You OK?
Yeah, I'm good.
I want some answers. Do you understand?
Yep. Good.
Who ordered the RPG?
Who was it?
Was it Malik?
You listen to me, Sunshine, and you listen really fucking good.
This Malik guy, he killed a mate of mine.
Now you tell me where I can find him or I'll put this bullet in your head.
Do you understand? Speak!
Gary, just cool it.
There are witnesses.
I want an answer.
(SHOUTS) Tell me something!
I'm a smuggler.
OK?
That's it.
You ask anyone. I deliver. I get paid.
OK?
I believe him.
(HELICOPTER NOISES)
(HELICOPTER LOOMS CLOSER)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Aaron...
appears you finally told us the truth.
You've been blackmailed into financing terrorism.
But you're still in the country illegally.
What? No.
Well, he's cooperated.
He broke the law. He's not allowed to be here.
You need to go with these gentlemen.
Please. Don't do this.
It's... it's not up to me, mate.
- Let's not make it any harder. MAN: - Shall we?
What will happen to him?
Deported.
I feel sorry for him.
Let's not get sentimental. He's involved with terrorism.
That's all.
Thanks.
Well done.
Was that a compliment?
The RPG is Russian made, probably stolen from Indonesia.
CLAIRE: Makes sense.
Your prisoner is a known smuggler.
Operates down through the Torres Straits.
Drugs, people - whatever he gets paid for.
Reckons you put a gun to his head.
I was there the whole time. I didn't see anything like that.
What about the pilot?
I'll tell you this - he's dark on you.
Says you threatened him with torture.
He's probably just afraid of grown-up women.
He's talking shit. Jackie.
Well, once he's been interrogated,
he'll be extradited.
Canada's problem.
Good to hear.
Alright, team.
(SIGHS) We now know these illegals were being blackmailed by Malik.
Pilot and financing.
It's likely they were being pressured
into helping set up some future terrorist event.
We still think that the security forum's a target?
That's what we need to find out.
This plot was set up maybe two years ago.
Malik's playing the long game.
So what we've done is prevented a grenade launcher entering the country
and we've cut off a major source of funds.
So if I was Malik...
I'd be a little bit pissed off.
It's good.
We're getting closer.
Gary.
Jackie, I really gotta be somewhere else.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll just be a moment.
Claire McKenzie, what did you find out about her?
Nothing really interesting.
You trust her?
I do now.
Bye. I've gotta go.
- I'll see you later. - Yeah, alright.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
- I'm so glad you're here. - Me too. Come here.
(SHE SIGHS) You alright?
Hmm.
How is she? (SNIFFS)
It was touch and go for awhile
but she's fine.
She's really great, actually.
So's her bubba.
Are you ready to meet our Godson?
Young Christos Nicholas.
(LAUGHS)
(BOTH LAUGH)
Hello!
(CHUCKLES) Hey!
- How are you? - Good.
(BABY CRIES)
It's Mikey Jackson, telling it like it is.
Hey Mikey, tell it like it is. Always do buddy, always do.
ANOUNCER: A shock jock...
Put the gun down!
ANOUNCER: gunned down,
ANOUNCER: in a crime of passion and fury.
These kids are made to feel like outsiders.
ANOUNCER: And a young girl...
Help us, so that we can help you.
ANOUNCER: swept up by a threat...
Make sure nothing happens to that girl.
ANOUNCER: spiralling out of control.
If you honestly believe that this is OK,
then you've crossed a line.
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