All language subtitles for Secret.City.S01E03

[Mal] You'll catch your death here.

Why did you bring me here?

Don't come any closer.

That's a bit melodramatic.

-Really? How did your mother die?
-You think I killed your mother?

She falls from the balcony
of a fourth-floor apartment.

You get arrested on the same day.

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

I don't know what Lloyd told you.

No one killed your mother, Ivy.
She was...

She was unhappy.

But there are people here
who want to do me harm.

I don't want you caught up in that.

The Vienna Conservatory.
A degree in musicology.

-I'll cover your fees, your board.
-More blood money.

-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 you'll actually get charged.

-Just stop.
-Don't--

-Just stop. Okay. Okay.
-[screaming] No!

-Get away from me!
-Calm down. All right?

[man] Everything all right?

Name?
Phone, camera, recording devices.

-I'm going to need that one as well.
-[Les] Hattie.

Oh, Les, how are you?

It's like we lost him twice.

Bloody Fort Knox.

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

They won't allow it.

Yeah, the Directorate
likes to be in control.

[Dancer] Oh, it's so fucking hot in here.

Turn it down.
Somebody's going to collapse.

-[man] Sorry sir, but--
-[Dancer] What?

You can run a fucking war
but can't operate a heater?

The heating's not on, sir.

[Vaughn] 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.

[sniffling]

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.

[all singing in foreign language]

Senator Paxton!

Mrs. Hobbs.

No one's telling me anything.

All I get from the consulate
are empty assurances.

-What's the government doing?
-I can appreciate your concern--

I do not know where Sabine is,
or how she is, or even if--

I-- I just want to hear her voice.

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 will warmongering help Sabine?
You're making things worse.

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

-I appreciate--
-I want to know she's all right.

Yes.

I want to know she's alive.

[sobbing]

Cancel my meetings.

That oxidized tin soldier McAuliffe's

wandering around Parliament
trying to wrangle a war.

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

Who knows?
But I'm going to find out.

[Ronnie]
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.

[Catriona] Heavy frost this morning.

[McAuliffe]
We'll see worse before winter is over.

[Catriona] Thank you.

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.

[Mal] Safer Australia Agency.

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

It's a dangerous world, Mal.

We can't take a haphazard 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?

Mm.
We're gathering the intelligence anyway.

Now you get to cross-reference
Aunt Margaret's Christmas calls

with vision from an armed drone.

Do I need a warrant for any of this?

No, just authorization from the minister,
and that happens to be you.

This is a bill for a police state.

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

This will never get through Cabinet.

There are still a few civil libertarians
in the building.

Martin Toohey's one of them.

That thing's got two chances,
fuck all and none.

-Mal.
-Don't waste your breath, Catriona.

Mal.

You're wounded, Mal.

Trailing blood all over Canberra.
Your supporters have turned their backs.

Toohey wants nothing to do with you.
I may be the only friend you have.

Well, then I am in trouble.

I'm concerned.

A Minister of the Crown implicated
in a crime, yet no investigation.

I wonder if ASIO or the federal police
might want to look more closely.

Dig around a bit.

Find something fresh.

Mm?

Fuck you.

Eloquent as ever.

Shifty-eyed, arse-covering bureaucrats.

I want to know the truth, Hat.
I'm not going to get it from them.

But I am going to find out what happened.

Nothing stays hidden in this town
for long.

Well, I don't know.
Ben was pretty good at keeping a secret.

You know, it's easier
for me to understand Ben...

becoming a woman...

than to understand him leaving you.

-Come on, I'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, Hat.
You know that, don't you?

[Harriet] I'll talk to you soon.

I'm sorry for your loss.

And yours.

Well, I'm needed back at the office.

-Thomas?
-Yep?

Have you been questioned
by the police yet?

Has anyone from the Directorate?
I've been called in three times.

Um... Oh, we're only--
Only going to get a half day, so...

Thomas, everything here
points to an agency covering up.

Um...

I don't know anything.

Goodbye, Harriet.

-You are toxic. Stay the fuck away.
-I want to see him.

-My advice is keep your head down...
-[Mal] Spare me.

...until everyone has forgotten
about this Chinese debacle.

You finished?

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

-[Ludie] Come on, mate.
-[Mal] 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,

of rounding up someone's supporters,
knifing their enemies,

and doing favors

that even his chief of staff
has no idea about.

In here.

Not you.

[sighs]

Catriona Bailey's out of control.

She's 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's scared
about foreign hordes,

relieve them of their civil rights.

-Catriona Bailey has not started a war.
-She's part of the escalation.

Reaction and overreaction,

until we're sandwiched
between two heavily armed superpowers,

-neither of whom will back down.
-Bailey's in my good books.

She didn't publicly humiliate me.

Look, I think I can arrange
a prisoner swap

and we can get Sabine Hobbs home.

Mal, if I hear the words
"Paxton" and "China" on the same day,

if you so much as drink a cup
of Chinese tea,

I will sack you from the Cabinet.

And then I'll make sure you
lose pre-selection.

Bailey supports you
when it serves her best interests.

The minute that changes,
she'll roll over you.

And I'm prepared for that.

-Would you prefer coffee?
-Sorry. I'll clean that up.

Just give me a moment.

Hello?

Hello?

Do you have a warrant?

-I'm here as a friend.
-A friend with a house key?

Sorry, Charles Dancer.

Kim and I were colleagues,
across agencies.

ASIO?

Does it show?

-She never mentioned you.
-I never mentioned her.

-The agencies have rules, as you know.
-Were you two involved?

Can I get you a vodka?

Fucking her doesn't give you
the right to help yourself.

I brought it with me.

I'd prefer that you didn't drink it here.

You can leave the key.

[clearing throat]

Is ASIO investigating?

As far as I'm aware, it's a police matter.

The police don't have a clue.
They probably think it was me.

Well, then, you might find yourself
in need of a friend.

[scoffs]

[sobbing]

[cell phone beeps]

[Kim on recording] Harri, listen.
Remember the sharehouse?

You were right.
You were right about a lot of things.

Harri, listen.
Remember the sharehouse?

You were right.
You were right about a lot of things.

What do you mean, Kim?

[door opens]

Mm.

-We have to avoid conflict.
-It's not on my agenda.

Nobody's thinking rationally
with Sabine Hobbs in jail.

We must be able to arrange
some prisoner swap.

I didn't come to be lobbied.
Make an appointment with my office.

Stay.

What does Beijing want
in return for Sabine?

-Whatever it is, I'm sure my office--
-Whatever it is you can't give.

Don't pretend you care about her.
This is about your job.

If Australia ends up in conflict,
you won't last long.

-Let Sabine talk to her mother.
-And then?

-What will you want next?
-Don't we both want the same thing?

[door opens]

[in foreign language]
Who's there?

Hello, Sabine.

Mr. Zheng.

Your mother is anxious to speak to you,
and I am anxious for that to happen.

Tea.

Tell me about your friends in the choir.

The ones that helped you
organize your protest.

No. I told you before.

I won't.

Can't.

I understand, but I need your help.

And your mother.

She must be so upset.

Kim left it for me. It's a message,
but I just can't work it out.

Let's have a look.

[cell phone beeps]

It's encrypted.

[scoffs] It's heavily encrypted.

Here we go. I've got something.

-I can tell you when it was uploaded.
-I can tell you that.

Last Thursday, the day that Kim died.

No, it was before that.
Two weeks ago.

July the 23rd.

-July the 23rd?
-Is that important?

Your student, the boy who was in the choir
with Sabine? Kevin?

-Uh, Kevin Dang.
-Can I speak to him?

Um... I don't have a number.

He lives across campus
with his girlfriend.

Second floor, 4A, Fenner Hall.

Can you keep it somewhere safe?

Hey, I-- I got some wine.

Why don't you stay?

I'll, um-- I'll come back later, okay?

Thank you.

[Cassie] Kevin got a message two hours ago
and rushed out.

I've been calling him
but he's not answering.

Did he take anything with him?

Cassie, did you and Kevin know the boy
from the lake?

-Max Dalgetty?
-Yeah.

Max was like Kevin's twin brother.
They spoke their own secret geek-speak.

-Max studied computer science?
-I guess so.

They'd go into their room for days,

living off nothing
but packet noodles and cider.

Okay, do you know what they were doing?

No way.
It was like a kosher kitchen.

Kevin uses my laptop and Wi-Fi
for uni work and anything personal.

I can check his e-mails, open Facebook,

but anything to do with Max,
strictly quarantined.

So, what do you think they were doing?

I never asked.
I wouldn't have got an answer anyway.

-I'm guessing it was something Darknet.
-Something illegal?

Is Kevin in some sort of trouble?

I'm calling him again.

[Cassie breathing heavily]

[cell phone dialing]

Something's got to be wrong.

Cassie, do you mind...?

[cell phone dialing]

[cell phone buzzing]

Hello?

It's Harriet.

[exhales]

You scared me.
How did you get this number?

The SIM. You haven't connected it
to anything yet, have you?

-Why?
-Shit!

Felix, it's Max Dalgetty's.

-The guy from the lake.
-Fuck!

Are you online now? Shut it down.
Disconnect. Take the SIM from the phone.

Okay, okay, okay, I'm doing it.

I'm going to get you to bring it to me.
I'll-- I'll let you know where and when.

-I think I can crack this.
-No.

I'm running rainbow tables,
looking for the key.

You can't go back to your room.
You can't go back to uni.

-Not until it's safe.
-I've got tutorials tomorrow.

Well, you can just cancel them
and call in sick, all right?

Have you got a friend
you can stay with,

just for a few days,
or a friend that--

that maybe can book you into a hotel

or Airbnb under their name,
and I'll cover all of the costs.

Yeah, yeah,
I can talk to Andy Breytenbach.

It's just for a couple of days.
Just till we know it's safe.

I'll get this decrypted
and then I'll publish the story

and we should be fine.

I want to do this.

No.

I'll do it right this time,
completely off grid.

Air-gapped laptop, SIM reader,
external hard drive, that's all I need.

I can download decryption software
from a public computer.

There's no trace there.

And we get burner phones with Threema,
just fully encrypted communication.

Who else you gonna get?

Thomas, it's Harriet Dunkley.

I'm out the front
and I need to speak to you.

Look, you can come out or I can come up
and ask for you in person.

-Can we go somewhere else?
-No.

I can't talk to you.

Look, I know about Max Dalgetty
and I know about the SIM.

Dalgetty was shut down.

But Kim was still pursuing it, wasn't she?

Why was it shut down, Thomas?

I don't know.

-I don't know anything.
-Yes, you do.

Someone killed her, Thomas.
They bashed her and strangled her

and left her to rot,
and she was your friend.

[sighs] I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to get her in trouble.

-What do you mean?
-She should have stopped.

-I had to tell him. It's my job.
-Who did you tell?

Vaughn. I told Vaughn.

[man on tv]
46-year-old Canberra man Gareth Robbie

has been arrested for the murder
of public servant Kim Gordon.

Robbie, an economist
in the Department of Finance,

is a married father of two.

He is believed to have been involved in
a romantic relationship with the victim.

His family are not responding
to inquiries,

but neighbors say they are shocked
by the arrest.

[Griffiths] Look at him. I wonder
what he's got that Dunkley doesn't.

[all laughing]

...live coverage of the unfolding scandal.

-It's bullshit.
-[Griffiths] Oh, no.

Olmstead's got phone records, texts,
chats on Grindr,

calls placing him at Kim's four times

and a text message
asking to meet at the place that Kim died.

Why would a detective be giving you
all of this before the committal?

-Mm. Wouldn't you like to know?
-You're supposed to be on leave.

There's been another decline
in Australian consumer confidence

with the latest weekly index...

[Harriet clears throat]

Kim left me a coded message

leading to a doctored SIM
with an encrypted file

that I think she smuggled
out of the Signals Directorate.

Ten years jail for even looking at it.

There's a defense if the disclosure
is in the public interest.

Is it in the public interest?

Well, it hasn't been decrypted yet.

I need cash, Gus,
for an air-gapped computer,

a new phone, a safehouse,
and some pretty heavy decryption software.

I can't authorize that.

Well, it's too late, Gus, 'cause I've got
a PhD student close to finished.

[scoffs]

-Hey.
-Hey.

-Come in.
-Thank you.

-Wow.
-Yeah, the kids don't move.

Louise and I stay here one week on,
one week off.

-Oh, sounds like a great arrangement.
-Yeah.

You have 10 minutes.

Okay.

-Uh... Right. The Gareth Robbie arrest.
-Mm?

Olmstead's been doing a big sell
to journos

without even questioning the spooks.

So, either he owes ASIO a favor,
or he's wanting them to owe him one.

Well, everything's political,
but I doubt he's in anyone's back pocket.

So, he's being played.

The phone records tell the story.
Gareth Robbie was there when Kim died.

But any cyber expert
with a security clearance can fake that.

Ping chats, messages on dating apps,
e-mails referring to motel hookups

that match Robbie's credit card,
going back years.

How many years?

Well, Kim was seeing somebody else.
Not Robbie.

-An ASIO agent named Charles Dancer.
-She told you this?

Well, not in so many words,

but I could tell
that she was falling in love.

I'd seen that look before.

And that's it?

That's the reason you believe
that my boss is bent?

Barry Olmstead doesn't think
I'm a team player.

You want me to fly
to the top of his shit list,

at least tell me what you know.

Well, I just gave you Dancer.

And you're withholding everything else.

Piss off, Harriet.
I've got to get to work.

[cell phone ringing]

Harriet Dunkley.

[Cassie] Kevin called. He wants to meet.

He wants me to bring all his computers.

-I don't know what's going on.
-Tell me where.

Meet me in NewActon.

Hey.

I think the meeting place
is a coded message.

-Café Mocan?
-Kevin hates cafés.

Can't stand the smell of coffee.
Can't stand the taste.

I think it's his way of telling me
that something's not right.

He may be watched.

When Kevin approaches,
call me and then put your phone on speaker

then I'll record the conversation.

-What should I ask him?
-Just keep him talking.

Should I mention Max?

No. No, definitely not.

It's okay.

It's fine.

[cell phone ringing]

-My computers.
-They're all there.

You okay?

Australia is not working out for me.
It's time to go home.

Home?

What about uni?

It's better I finish my studies in China.

But what about me?

I miss home.

There are many opportunities there.

You miss your family.

You want to take care of them.

Yes.

[man] Coffee?

Double shot macchiato.

[man] Okay, no worries.

I understand, Kevin.

I'll wait for you.

I have to go.

[cell phone beeping]

[phone ringing]

[man over phone] Harbin Women's Prison.
Connecting you now.

-[Hobbs over phone] Hello? Sabine?
-Mum?

Oh, sweetheart!

Oh, you're all right!
It's so good to hear you.

I'm not quite sure what I can do yet,

but I promise I'm going to keep digging,
all right?

Thank you.

No problem.
I'll talk to you soon.

That's the information you requested
on Bailey and McAuliffe.

It's mostly Cabinet briefings,

estimates and prepared answers
for question time.

-Surely this isn't all of it?
-God, no.

Just what I had in the office,
what I could get my hands on.

-[computer ringing]
-I've got to take this.

Hello, Dylan.

Mum said I had to call.

-Jeez, what happened to your face, mate?
-Dyl.

-Tried to give myself a piercing.
-Yeah?

I know what a punch in the head
looks like.

-[woman] Are you talking to your father?
-I'm talking to him now.

What's this? Cerberus?

Every Friday the Comcar drivers
take some pro-American wankers

to the Commonwealth Club
with their American counterparts.

And they call it Cerberus?

Cerberus is the three-headed dog
of Greek mythology.

Guards the gates of hell.

Well, there you go.
Who punched you, Dylan?

One of those pricks
from that toffee school of yours?

I've gotta go.
If Mum asks, tell her I spoke to you.

[Mal] Dylan!

There are three names
that keep popping up on the guest list,

that's Bailey, McAuliffe, and...

Paul Wheeler. Head of ASIO.

Keep on chasing this.

Any links between these three
and any references to Cerberus.

Don't hide the fact
that you're digging.

Let's turn the light on.
See if the cockroaches scurry.

[cell phone ringing]

Veronica Bordoni.

Shit.

Minister.

Does Mal Paxton know
the PM's going to Japan?

He'll know soon enough.

Well, he's a dead man walking anyway.

It's probably time
we stopped making predictions

about what Mal Paxton will
or won't survive.

That a western Australian Pinot Noir?

Those warships we sent to play chicken
in the South China Sea,

one of them's crashed
into a Chinese patrol boat.

Which one?

An escort vessel for the HMAS Anzac,
I believe.

One of the Chinese sailors
has gone overboard. He's drowned.

Jesus.

Any loss of life will make it impossible
for the Chinese to back down.

You fuckwits might get this war
you wanted after all.

Who's Senior Constable Sean Brimmer?

So, you met?

I've just had to endure
a humiliating interview

with a federal uniformed police officer,
digging into my personal life.

Prompted by information provided by you.

Well, Gareth Robbie didn't do it.

And so, what, your response
is to sic police onto me?

You think he did?

Not for a minute.

You were right.

We were together.

[cell phone beeps]

[cell phone dialing]

Hey.

Look, I just got a call from Andy,
whose ID we used to get this place.

-His place has been turned over.
-What?

They took his laptop, everything.
Even cut a hole in his mattress.

The guy's freaking out.
What does it mean?

Do they know where I am?
Do I have to get out?

No, um, stay there.
I'm going to come right over.

All right. Make it quick.

[sighs]

You want to help?

The room of ANU student Andrew Breytenbach
was just raided

and I want to know
who authorized the warrant.

-Why?
-Can you do that?

-[cell phone dialing]
-[sighs]

Okay, thank you.

Vaughn.
Kim's old boss at Signals Directorate.

Who's Felix Crawford?

There's a warrant out.
Police are on their way to him.

Come with me.

[sighs]

[cell phone dialing]

-[Felix] Hey.
-Hey, Felix.

We're in the car, on our way to you.

I just wiped the hard drive.

We're two minutes away.

But, Felix, keep the SIM, all right?

Okay.

Shit.

-Shit, the cops are here.
-Shit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

[panting]

Shit!

-We need you to hold on to the SIM, okay?
-What SIM? What SIM?

Max Dalgetty's.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Felix, tell me what's happening.
I can't-- I can't hear you.

Shit!

Shit!

Federal Police! Open up!

Felix? Are you there? Jesus.

Okay, Felix, we're here.

Have you got the SIM?

Felix!

Have you got the SIM, Felix?
What's happening?

Police!

Turn around.