Secret City

Robbie?

Have you done your homework?

Climate change activists face the prospect of…

I can't breathe.

I need to get out!

Let me out!

Let me out!

I need out!

Let me out!

Everything all right back here?

Goodbye, Canberra.

Auf wiedersehen, adieu and fuck you.

- You're leaving? - Yeah.

You knew that right, Min?

Didn't think you meant it.

I mean, there's just nothing here for me anymore. I...

Who's going to hire an ex-con?

Maybe we should dive in, Harri.

- I thought you said you can't swim. - I can't.

- Hey, Min. - Yeah.

Let's get you home.

What's the point? I can't sleep anyway.

That's probably just 'cause you miss the top bunk.

- Oh, yeah. - And the concrete walls.

Shh.

Baby, I'll get it.

Hey. Mum. Is everything okay?

- Have you heard the news? - No. What news?

There's been an explosion here in Davoren Park.

- Karen, it's Pete Lambert's place. - What?

The whole house went up.

- I've tried calling the neighbors. - Oh, God.

I've left five messages.

I can't believe it.

I wish you were here.

Karen?

Indications at this stage point to a gas-leak explosion.

Locals say the pipeline in the area has been faulty for some time

and their pleas for help have fallen on deaf ears.

Tell Lavelle to wait until after the security briefings.

- He's just traveling now. - Tony?

- Do I need to know what this is about? - No.

- I'll have him wait in your office. - No, Griff. Not my office.

Right.

Sorry I'm late, Prime Minister.

Catriona. Four people are dead. What the hell happened?

We're still waiting on the site report.

The locals were saying it was a gas explosion.

History of gas leaks in the street, apparently.

The last AEMO report recommended Davoren Park for urgent mains renewal.

But, typically, the Premier has cried poor and demanded we pay for it.

- Treasury said no. - Why'd it have to be Wakefield?

Now we'll never shut KK up. Let's move on to the situation in Pakistan.

- Who's KK? - The white knight. Karen Koutoufides.

The third K is silent.

You following this? I'm getting flayed alive.

The house is in session. What are you supposed to do?

Yeah, well, it's my electorate. People expect me on the ground in crisis.

You have been riding the government about these gas leaks since the campaign.

Uh, maybe we should go the back way.

Shoot. No, it's too late.

Here. Get this on ice.

Oh, KK, do you want the victim's names?

I know the victims' names, Dec.

Karen!

Today is a dark day.

What happened in Davoren Park is a human tragedy

and now a 16-year-old boy, Robbie Lambert, is an orphan.

I personally know the Lambert family.

Their youngest, Oscar, went to the same school as my son.

We all grew up in the same community.

Hard-working families that have been abandoned by this government...

many who are losing their jobs, their homes and now their lives.

Oh. When is this prime minister going to stand up for them?

Those are the questions that I will continue to ask. Thank you.

It was an ambush. The safe house was just inside the Pakistani border.

Is that Pashtun or Urdu?

- Afghan Pashtun, Minister. - So it's Haqqani.

We've lost Markson! Shit! Fall back! Fall back!

- Where's Markson? Where's Markson? - I don't see him, sir!

Corporal Markson was captured.

Clemens is hit! Clemens is hit! Fall back! Fall back!

Jim, where's Redback One now?

They're in the air now. They left Bagram Airfield overnight.

They should be touching down in an hour.

- Wes, you'll be there? - Yes, Prime Minister.

I don't envy you that.

I want a briefing after they land.

Have the Pakistani ambassador standing by. Thank you.

Shall I join you?

Griff, leave us.

This will be a short meeting, Mr. Lavelle.

I know what you people are up to.

It ends now.

I'm afraid that's impossible, Minister.

You don't get to decide that, Mr. Lavelle. I do.

Now, shut it down or I tell the PM.

Is there anything I can do?

No.

Toys now adorn this iconic fencing, erected by authorities to...

- How's the hangover? - It's fine.

- Can I make you some breakfast? - No.

- You off to the police station? - Yeah.

Nice talk, Harriet.

...the names of the four victims,

Peter Lambert. Suzie Lambert, Chloe Lambert and Oscar Lambert.

A memorial service will be held in the coming days.

- Don't say it. - Fucking politicians, sir.

- I'm working on it. - We go in as a patrol.

We come out as a patrol. No man left behind.

- I'm handling it, Sullivan. - How's Markson handling it?

These people haven't even heard of the Geneva Convention.

How'd they find out about the safe house? They didn't just get lucky.

I'm pulling you out of the debrief, Lieutenant. I need you to go to Adelaide.

No uniform.

Adelaide?

She's gone AWOL.

- Get off me! - You're making it worse.

Hey.

Calm down.

Oh, fuck.

Harriet Dunkley.

Wow, fancy meeting you here.

Oh, you got my last day of parole marked on your calendar, do you?

It's a story, Harriet. You of all people would understand that.

I'm curious, what does an ex-con like you do now that you're free?

- I'm going to get the hell out of here. - I don't buy it.

You're a political animal. Canberra's your natural habitat.

There's nothing natural about it, Ludie.

- It's a fucking zoo and you know it. - Yeah. Sure.

I'm offering you a chance to poke a stick at the wildlife.

Regular panel gig, my show.

Tell your side of the story. Set the record straight.

You skewer that arsehole, Bailey, and you dance on Paxton's grave,

the whole bloody lot of them.

It's a well-paid gig. It's worth a lot of money. You get your foot in the door.

I would just be live bait for your conga line of demagogues and you know it.

Okay.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

You know we'll do a hatchet job on you either way?

Harriet?

Mum, stop.

- Five more minutes. - Okay.

That's it?

All done.

Good luck.

Hey, Mina.

- What happened? - She's inside.

- I don’t like her in my house - She is helping me, Sami.

She’s helping?

Min, this is classified. Who sent it?

Anonymous. Called themselves the Rabbit.

- I didn't know Bailey was Defense. - She's been in three governments

and both houses of parliament for 30 years.

She's like a cockroach. She'd survive the apocalypse.

- Are these bits blocked out? - Yeah, they're redacted.

Can we find out?

Well, freedom of information allows exceptions for Defense

and National Security.

See what they called them? EKIA.

Enemy Killed In Action.

My father, my mother, my husband, my little boy.

The location, the date, it's them, Harri... and Bailey buried it.

- I should've been there. - You were getting medicine for your boy.

I need to see Bailey.

- That's not a good idea. - You know her. -

- You can get me to her. - I have no accreditation.

- I'm persona non grata . - I need this.

You got a little girl and this whole new life.

Get me in a room with Bailey, Harri.

You owe me that.

Excuse me, Ambassador.

Lavatory attendant now, Harriet?

You're moving up in the world.

I thought you'd be prime minister by the time I got out, Catriona.

Why would I accept a demotion?

Come on. Everybody knows you quit the Senate to parachute

into the House of Reps for the leadership spill and snare the top job.

Guess I'll just have to settle for sweeping powers and a super-ministry.

I got a favor to ask you and I figure it's the least you can do for me.

Harriet, I'm already doing the least I can do for you.

All right.

Well, a skeleton's fallen out of your closet.

2003, Iraq.

You shut down the ADF inquiry. Special Forces planted drop weapons

on an innocent family to make them look like insurgents.

There's a surviving member, mother of a four-year-old boy...

and she'd like to meet with you.

I will not be threatened by a traitor to her country or her criminal friend.

Traitor? I mean, that's the pot calling the kettle Chinese, isn't it?

Save your breath, Harriet.

You're the little girl who cried wolf. Nobody's listening.

Excuse me. Can't keep the US Ambassador waiting.

Harriet.

- Griff. - Today's the big day, huh?

Paid your debt to society, and all that?

- Yeah, I mean, something like that. - Yeah. Well, you look good.

I think prison probably agrees with you.

Better get back to your table, Griff. You know, drink your Kool-Aid.

- Sullivan. - Lieutenant, this is Catriona Bailey.