Secret City

It's impressive, Mal. Even for you.

You have lied by omission to Parliament and to your own constituents.

This is a "catastroFuck" of your own making.

The clock is ticking on my career.

You expect something from me.

And you should help me.

An error on the part of an over-zealous Beijing Police Officer.

As Mr. Paxton has said.

Where is Sabine Hobbs?

Where is she?

How long do we have to maintain this illusion? She is blind, not stupid.

Mr. Huxley, when was the last time someone from the Consulate saw Sabine?

Did Sabine have any involvement with dissident groups?

Hi.

Ivy. Ivy Chen.

How did you know Mr. Rankin?

How do you explain the relationship between you, Loyd Rankin and Ivy Chen?

There are two numbers here. Were either of them retrieved?

Not that I know of.

I think one of you has picked up something that doesn't belong to you.

Give me the SIM.

The Dalgetty investigation has been shut down.

- Any particular reason? - Inter-Agency matter.

- I'm in trouble, Harry. - Kim, you're scaring me.

You'll catch your death out here.

Why did you bring me here?

Don't come any closer.

I'ts a bit melodramatic.

Really? How did your mother die?

You think I killed your mother?

She falls from the balcony of a 4th floor apartment.

You get arrested on the same day.

The only person who could make the link between you and my mother, turns up dead.

Look, I don't know what Loyd told you.

No one killed your mother, Ivy.

She was...

She was unhappy.

But there are people here who wanna do me harm.

And I don't want you to get caught up in that.

The Vienna Conservatory. Degree in Musicology.

I'll... I'll cover your fees,

- your board. - All blood money.

Look, I'm trying to protect you.

I don't want your help. I don't want anything more to do with you.

Do not try to see me again.

If you do, I will call the police.

I will call the newspapers. Maybe this time you will actually get charged.

- Just stop it, Ivy. - Don't! Just...

- Okay... - Get away from me!

- Calm down, okay? - Is everything alright?

Name?

Phone, camera, recording device.

Putting it down, as well.

Hetty?

Aw, Les.

How are you?

It's like we lost him twice.

Bloody Fort Knox.

I wanted him burried on the farm, did you know?

They won't allow it.

Yeah. The Director likes to be in control.

It's so fuckin' hot in here!

Turn it down, somebody is gonna collapse.

- Sorry, Sir, but... - What?!

You're gonna run a fuckin' war but you can't operate a heater?

The heating is not on, Sir.

I know we're all shocked and saddened by the sudden loss of our colleague.

And friend.

Before we begin, however, I'd like to remind you all of the need to be circumspect

when a tragic personal event invites the curiosity of outsiders.

Benjamin Lesley Gordon

joined what was then the Defense Signals Directorate

in the intake of 2001,

after a brilliant academic career at the Australian National University.

That brilliance continued in the work that he did at the Directorate.

From his arrival in 2001, until his passing last week.

Senator Paxton?

Mrs. Hobbs...

No one is telling me anything.

All I get from the Consulate are empty assurances.

- What's the Government doing? - Mrs. Hobbs,

- I can fully appreciate your concern... - I do not know where Sabine is.

Or how she is, or even if...

- I, I just wanna hear her voice. - Look, I can only...

- reiterate the Government's assurances... - Bullshit!

Your Government is doing everything it can to aggravate China.

Moving warships into the South China Sea.

How do you think warmongering is going to help Sabine? You're making things worse!

- Okay, I can't continue this conversation... - I want to speak to my daughter.

- Yes, I appreciate that... - I want to know if she is alright.

Yes.

I... I want to know if she is alive.

Cancel my meetings.

That oxidized tin soldier, McAuliffe, is wandering around Parliament, trying to wrangle a war.

Just the South China Sea or is he thinking of expanding?

Who knows?

But I'm gonna find out.

I've got a friend in Catering, who'll know.

Hi, Barbara, it's Ronnie.

Look, have you had any orders in the past 15, 20 minutes?

Thank you.

Heavy frost this morning, General.

Well, we'll see worse before Winter is over.

Thank you, Melanie.

Good morning, General. Room for one more?

Plenty of room, Mal.

Cups are on the sideboard. Help yourself.

So which of my warships are you two planning to send out next?

The General is here to discuss National Security Legislation.

Safer Australia Agency.

I see you haven't lost your yearn for the Orwellian, Catriona.

It's a dangerous world, Mal.

We can't take a *** approach to intelligence.

So you want a centralized Agency that will collect, pretty much,

all the electronic communications through Australia, Asia and the Middle East,

linked to the Five Eyes military satellites.

Hum, we're gathering the Intelligence, anyway.

Only now you get to to cross-reference Auntie Margaret's Christmas calls,

with vision from an armed drone.

Do, do I need a warrant for any of this?

No. Just authorization from the Minister,

that happens to be you, Catriona.

This is a bill for a Police State.

With you as the big fat spider in the center of it.

This thing will never get through Cabinet.

There are still a few surviving civilibitarians in the building

and Martin Toohey is one of them.

That thing has got two chances:

fuck all and none.

Mal!

Don't waste your breath, Catriona.

Mal!

You're wounded, Mal.

Trailing blood all over camper.

Your supporters have turned their backs.

Toohey wants nothing to do with you.

I may be the only friend you have left!

Well, than I'm in trouble.

I'm concerned.

A Minister of the Crown, implicated in a crime

and yet no investigation.

I wonder if ASIO or the Federal Police

might wanna look a little more closely.

Dig around a little bit.

Find something... fresh.

Hum?

Fuck you.

Eloquent as ever.

Shifty hard-ass caprine bureaucrats.

I want to know the truth, Het.

I'm not gonna get it from them.

But I am gonna find out what happened.

Nothing stays hidden in this town for long, Les.

Oh, I don't know.

Ben was pretty good at keeping his secret.

And it was easier for me to understand Ben...

becoming a woman.

But to understand him leaving you?

Come one, we'll get you another cup of tea.

No.

It's a long drive home and the bladder isn't what it was.

You'll always be welcome at the farm, Het.

You're done with that, aren't you?

I'll talk to you soon.

I'm sorry for your loss.

And yours.

Oh well, I'm needed right back at the office.

- Hey, Thomas. - Yeah?

Have you been questioned by the police yet?

Has anyone from the Directorate?

Because I've already been called in 3 times.

Hum... We... Oh! I really, really need to get a half-day, so...

Thomas, everyhting here,

points to an agency covering-up.

Hum...

I don't know anything.

Goodbye, Harriet.

You are toxic, Mal. Stay the fuck away!

I wanna see him.

My advice to you is to keep your head down,

- Save me... - ...until everyone has forgotten about this Chinese debacle.

Are you finished?

I will not cop a lecture from you while he hides there in his office.

- Come on, mate! - Don't call me mate!

Mate is a term that is earned.

Isn't it, Marty?

It is earned over years of watching someone's back,

rounding up someone's supporters

and knifing their enemies.

And doing favors that even his Chief of Staff has no idea about.

In here.

Not you.

Catriona Bailey is... out of control.

She is trying to turn this country into a dictatorship,

with herself as Chief of the Stasi.

You've seen the bill.

It's the old one-two combination.

Start a war and while everyone is shit-scared about the foreign hordes,

you relieve them of their civil rights.

Catriona Bailey has not started a war.