Secret City

Free Tibet!

Free Tibet!

Return the Dalai Lama to Tibet!

Hey, you need to clear the area!

Wha... What happened to him?

Drowned.

You're a journo, Daily Nation, right?

Yeah, Harriett Dunkley.

Who... Who am I speaking to?

Media liaison.

I'm sure you've got their number.

What are they gonna tell me? That there's a killer shark in lake Burley Griffin?

Come on, this is a crime scene. Go.

So, what have we got on Sabine Hobbs?

Oh Gus, I swear, if you make me do another story on her, I'm gonna self-immolate.

What do we know about this prison that China has moved her to?

Hubei Provincial Women's Prison.

Right... She would be better off, if she hadn't survived the third-degree burns.

It's where they send the wicked

- terrorists. - I don't think even the Chinese

can pretend that a misguided choir girl is a terrorist.

20 years in maximum security says they can.

- Harry? - Yeah?

Any word at the PM's Office?

Ah, no.

Everyone has clammed up since sentencing. Cabinet, backbench walk with a muzzle on.

So, we're back to recycling an expert or

speculating on the speculation? Is that what we're doing?

We have to run the same sob stories in tabloids.

We need a fig leaf of respectability.

- Get me something. - Well, the video has

had more than 3 million hits on YouTube.

Since when did Youtube become news?

About ten years ago, I think.

So, we've got the Medicare thing. The Senate estimate

child care rebates.

And there's rumblings of a leadership spill.

Which party?

The Greens.

Anything else?

I... I've got something.

A corpse, in the lake, washed up this morning.

- It wasn't your career, was it? - It was your sex life, actually.

Yeah, Harriett, I'm afraid a pissed up

ANU student, falling in the drink,

is not exactly a national political bombshell.

No, but this was

was gutted like a fish.

Alright, run with it. See where it leads.

Thank you.

Back to it, people.

Sorry.

Harriett Dunkley political correspondent

Hey, Sacha, did you see who put this on my desk?

Is that Mal Paxton?

Yeah.

I'm not touching it.

Should I order everyone some tea?

We're not running a cafe, Ronnie.

In the past 72 hours, Beijing have moved

Shenyang J-16 fighter jets

onto the disputed islands in the South China sea.

All our chatter says the chinese command is on high allert.

They expect the US to blink.

And will I?

They've invited us to join naval exercises in the disputed border.

HMAS ANZAC is ready to sail.

Minister, we are

woefully unprepared for a military build up.

We need two new submarines quickly.

We can acquire Soryu from off the shelf in Japan.

If we don't act, Beijing will take control of the world's

busiest sea lane, unchallenged.

We cannot afford to sit on our hands.

I agree.

So, we send our own message.

We won't be throwing warships into a U.S. - led pissing contest.

We tell our allies to go and piss somewhere else.

And I won't be shifting our policy that submarines will be made here,

at ASC Osborne.

It's a big boost for local manufacture.

Minister, the Japanese contract is billions of dollars cheaper.

So, we cancel a few Joint Strike Fighters.

The Pentagon won't like it.

Well, I don't work for the Pentagon, General.

Neither do you.

I won't be taking this to Cabinet.

Minister, with respect...

your previous experience is as Minister for Resources.

And your previous experience is as a soldier, General.

So, you should know how to follow an order.

I fuckin' hate Labour Governments.

- Australian Federal Police. - Hey yeah, can you please,

put me through to the pathologist on duty?

- Who should I say is calling? - Media Liaison.

Putting you through.

- Pathology. - Hi,

it's Harriett Dunkley, from the Daily Nation.

I'm calling regarding a dead body on the lake, this morning.

I was wondering if you've had a chance to examine it.

Yeah, you know the drill.

You have to go through Media Liaison.

Yeah, but we both know that they're just gonna give me the runaround, so...

It's me. She is on her way to the morgue.

Anything from our friend at the Embassy?

I'm coming in now, if this gentleman would just hold the door open for me.

Thank you very much, sir.

Who says chivalry is dead?

Hoy! Can I see your security pass?

Senior Constable Brimmer.

Journalists. You'd sell your own grandmother.

Are you in the market for a grandmother?

He's only a kid.

24 years old.

Has his family made the ID?

You know I can't answer that.

Any personal effects?

Being held in evidence.

So, you have a name and a date of birth?

- You're gonna have to speak to... - Yeah, yeah.

Media Liaison.

Any theories on

who or why he was cut open, strictly off the record?

Did he swallow something?

Media Liaison.

Come on! All I need is an ID!

You might wanna read the writing on the wall in this one, Harriett.

Fuck you, Griff.

Your corpse from the lake?

Hey, Gus.

I got a name from a uniform at the morgue.

And get this...

he has no social media presence.

And no Facebook, no Instagram, no Twitter.

What 24 year-old has no online presence?

- Are you asking me? - Well, I know kids that

would rather be dead, than not on Snapchat.

Maybe he had an alias.

That's what my kids do. To keep away prying parents.

Yeah, maybe.

Hey, do you still have that contact at Births, Deaths and Marriages?

- Yeah. - Can I get that of you?

- Yeah, sure. - Thank you.

Back to doing things the old-fashioned way?

No, Max Dalgetty may not have a Facebook profile,

but I assume that he must have been born.

It does feel odd that there is no digital footprint from someone from a generation

that doesn't believe in privacy.

Vaughn.

Are you taking a personal interest in Dalgetty?

This has a whiff of Beijing about it. It's central to my brief.

And the obvious conflict of interest?

Are you directing me to red-flag it?

It's best there's no confusion, in matters of "X" versus "Y".

Don't you think, Miss Gordon?

He runs from the Chinese Embassy

and ends up dead by the lake. Aren't you interested?

The rules are there to protect us.

Hey, Brimmer, it's... it's a false ID.

- What do you mean? - It's a stolen identity,

I called the Registry.

There's only a record for one Max Dalgetty,

in the whole country, and he died 7 years ago.

He is the same age profile as the deceased on the lake.

You're gonna have to check the body for markings... and dental records.

Well, it's a bit late for that.

- What do you mean? - The body has already been transferred.

Transferred where?

I don't know.

You don't know or you're not allowed to tell me?

Both.

I guess something strange is going on here.

That,

that's not Max Dalgetty.

Hey, something's happening to your phone.

FILE DELETED.

No.

No, no!

New-age burglary. That's a little outside my jurisdiction.

Hello, Harri.

We didn't wipe your photo.

But I noticed that you haven't denied monitoring my phone.

ASD categorically denies

tracing, monitoring and intercepting all domestic calls.

- Yeah. - Harri.

Can you get Thomas to take a look at it?

'Cause if ASD didn't delete my Dalgetty picture,

than maybe he can find out who did.

When did I become your research assistant?

Don't pretend you don't wanna know.

- Ok. - Thank you.

Is that a new dress?

Yeah, do you like it?

Yeah,

I do.

You would tell me?

Yes.

Is there someone special?

No.

No, no, no, no.