All language subtitles for Secret.City.S01E02

[Rankin on recording]
I have to speak to you. Call me.

[keypad beeps]

Two hours later,
Lloyd Rankin was dead.

His body slowly starved of oxygen
on a lonely dirt track.

His final moments on earth,
he calls you.

I... was working on a story.

What story?

I wanted background about his time
as head of mission

at the Beijing Embassy.

That he didn't want to talk,
and it just wasn't a big deal.

[keypad beeps]

[Rankin on recording]
I have to speak to you. Call me.

-[keypad beeps]
-Sounds like it was a big deal to him.

-What's this?
-It's my card.

The one you gave Lloyd Rankin
to keep in touch,

even though he said
he didn't want to talk to you?

Yes.

What rabbit hole were you
leading him down?

Even if this is just a suicide,
you're implicated.

-Rankin was murdered?
-You tell me.

-Do I need a lawyer?
-You can go.

I know where to find you.

Right. Right. Okay, well, um,
I'm sure it's nothing to be worried about,

and, uh, thank you
for keeping us informed.

Oh, fuck.

We're still looking
at a sizable deficit here,

and we can't ignore that--

Sabine Hobbs. We've lost her.

[man over phone] Consulate had contact
with her every second day,

like clockwork.

Last visit was meant to be Monday,
but consulate visits have been denied.

Now, given Beijing's stance
on dissidents,

I've got genuine concerns
for her well-being.

All right. I need to see Dhao.

You're going to brown-nose
the ambassador now?

China is using Hobbs to drive a wedge
between us and the U.S.

We are risking the alliance for the sake
of an overentitled attention seeker.

-We're protecting an Australian citizen.
-[Bailey] Fine rhetoric, Mal.

Why don't you admit this plays
right into your agenda?

[Toohey] It doesn't help
to start waving the defense stick around.

Sabine Hobbs is between us and China,

and we're going to deal with it
diplomatically.

Call Huxley back.
Tell him to put pressure on.

Find out where she is
and why contact's stopped.

Then line up Ambassador Dhao.

We can't let this get out.

Well, it will as soon as her mother
realizes that she can't speak to her.

-When does she get back from Beijing?
-Today.

-Photoshop?
-It's genuine.

I showed it to Paxton.
He looked like he'd been punched.

The only other person
who knows about the arrest

winds up conveniently dead.

The whole country is in a lather
over Sabine Hobbs.

China and the U.S.
have started doing war dances,

and a 20-year-old photograph
of our pro-China defense minister

suddenly turns up.

I mean, the timing reeks.

Max Dalgetty, gutted,
the day before I got the photograph.

And in the same choir as Sabine Hobbs.

And linked to an employee
of the Chinese Embassy,

a woman shit scared
of the name Max Dalgetty.

-That's a bloody long bow.
-Yeah.

But there's a connection there.
There's gotta be.

If there's anything more behind this,
it's a phenomenal story.

-Yeah, I know.
-Give it to Griff.

No fucking way.

You spent a year
chasing Paxton's slush funds

only to have him cleared by the inquiry.
Now this will look like a witch-hunt.

Sabine's mom's back in the country

-this afternoon.
-Oh, God.

Now, she's agreed to one interview.

With you.
She really liked your last article.

Oh, you should have been
a used-car salesman.

Get something to get the punters
weeping into their morning Wheaties,

I'll throw in a set of steak knives.

Don't fuck it up.

Come on, Kim. Pick up.

[cell phone ringing]

[metal detector beeping]

Oh, shit. Sorry, Warwick. It's, um...

It's the one with extra underwire.
I forgot.

-Yep. You're right, Kim.
-Thanks.

[scanner beeping]

[Kim] Thomas, when you processed
the Dalgetty phone,

did you print out the results?

Can I have it, please?

-Vaughn said Dalgetty was shut down.
-I know. Come on.

There are two numbers here.

It's a dual-SIM phone?

-Were either of them retrieved?
-No, not that I know of.

You should shred this.

[line ringing]

[sighs]

-Yes?
-Hi.

I'm Harriet Dunkley.

Ivy. Ivy Chen.

I was hoping to speak to Mrs. Rankin.

-I met with her husband just before he...
-Come in, please.

[Harriet] Thank you.

Uh... wait here, please. I will check.

[footsteps approaching]

I'm sorry.
She's not able to speak at the moment.

Of course.

How did you know Mr. Rankin? Did you
work with him in Foreign Affairs?

Thank you for coming.

Goodbye.

If she contacts you,
let me know, please?

I'll make sure she does.

Um...

Uh, the data needs to be collated
by 3 p.m.

so my people have time
to prepare their reports.

[whispers] Shit.

[line rings]

[in normal voice] Yeah. Look, um, no, no,

I'm happy to raise it
at the weekly round table. Thanks.

[whispers] Yes!

Thomas, can I have a word?

Harriet Dunkley's
joined the dots to Rankin.

The clock's ticking on my career.

You expect something from me.

Where's Hobbs?

Beijing could end this entire shit fight
if they just send her back.

Whatever Beijing is considering
regarding that girl,

your career is unlikely to be part
of the deliberations.

If that photograph is published,
then I will be sent home.

At least Perth's not so fucking cold.

[sighs]

I can't imagine you in the sun.
Too bright. Too exposed.

You couldn't thrive in such banality.

Then you should help me.

[boys chattering]

-[boy 1] You been on Tinder again, Juz?
-[boy 2] Check this one out, fellas.

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

Don't know what you're talking about.
[chuckles]

[cell phone ringing]

So?

I'm a fourth-dan black belt in aikido.

I could whip your skinny ass
even in these heels. Hand it over.

[all laughing]

[boy 3] Looks like your girlfriend's
pissed off.

[grunting]

[boy 4] Shit! That's not fucking aikido!

-I lied. Give me the SIM.
-[boy 4] Shit.

[boys jeering]

[chimes]

[metal detector beeping]

Ugh. Can we make it quick?
I've got a lot on.

Sorry, I've got to do a full search.

-A full search? Why?
-Procedure.

[scoffs]

Vaughn?

[clears throat] Take it off, please.

I'll need you to, um, just to turn and...

I know what to do.

[whispers] Fuck you.

All clear.

Sorry.

Did you find something?

East West Education Fund.

Can you find out
who the beneficiaries are?

[Harriet clears throat]

Lloyd Rankin was on the board
of a fund receiving Mining Union monies.

Paxton's way of paying him off,
keeping him quiet about China.

So, I was right about Paxton
misappropriating Mining Union funds.

The whole time, I was right.

Where's my Hobbs interview?

[Harriet] I'll let you know
as soon as we're ready to publish.

We'll keep the pressure on
and get your daughter home.

Thank you.
It's, um... It's been good to talk.

One more question I wanted to ask you.

He was pulled out of the lake
three days ago.

It wasn't an accident.

I don't know him.

He'd assumed somebody else's identity.
A boy called Max Dalgetty.

I'm still trying to work out
who he really was.

But the connection with the choir,
with Sabine...

And murdered.
That just rings alarm bells for me.

What is it that you're asking?

I want to find out if Sabine
knows who he was.

I have a scheduled phone call with her
in ten minutes' time.

Why is it canceled?

[Huxley over phone] I wouldn't worry.
We'll reschedule.

But it's her birthday tomorrow.

It's my only chance
to wish her a happy birthday.

I understand your concern.
Why don't I get back to you tomorrow?

But she knows
I'm supposed to talk to her today.

-She'll think I've forgotten her.
-Uh... I can let you know more tomorrow.

I'll update you
when we have more information.

[Mrs. Hobbs sobs]

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

She was supposed to be seen
on Monday. Was she?

We'll speak then.
I'll get my secretary to e-mail.

[line disconnects]

[line beeping]

[beeping stops]

-[Paxton] How're you going, Dylan?
-[Dylan on-screen]: Yeah, I'm okay.

-Did Mom tell you already?
-What?

Nothing. Nothing.

-Mom!
-[Helen on-screen] Yes?

-She's coming.
-Dylan, wait. What?

Hi, hon. What's up?

Remember when I started the job

and I said be prepared for anything?

-For the good, the bad and the ugly?
-Yes?

Well, things are about to get
very, very ugly.

[Bailey] It's impressive, Mal,
even for you.

Why didn't we know about this?

ASIO did a full background
but nothing came up.

[Ludie] The polls are already sub-50.
It's going to kill us.

You know what they're going to call you?
Chairman Mal.

I vote Jim Gallo to replace Mal.
He's steady. I like him.

Though we'll have to get rid
of that ridiculous mustache.

Someone is trying to smear Mal, using this
to drag us into the military buildup.

Doesn't that make a difference?

[Ludie] Cheating on your travel allowance
is a smear.

This says criminal, a liar,
maybe even a traitor.

You sack me, I'll take the Left with me
and see to it

you wear the rest of your leadership
like a crown of thorns.

Don't you threaten me.

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

This is a catastro-fuck
of your own making.

Why should I say anything
when I've done absolutely nothing wrong?

If you want to get rid of me

because I was dragged down
to the station by Chinese policemen

who couldn't tell one gweilo from another,
you're the one who'll suffer.

You'll look weak. You'll look disloyal.

A leader who wouldn't give
one of his own a fair go,

and that's un-bloody-Australian.

We'll never get an injunction.

The photo's going to get out.

Then we let it get out.
I mean, we tell the truth.

There's nothing to it.

You'll talk to Dunkley?

Harriet Dunkley doesn't care
what the real story is.

She just wants to see me fall
from a great height.

No, put it out through someone else
before she gets the chance.

I could get it to Arnold Bennett.

He wouldn't know he was being taken for
a ride if you gave him a token yourself.

No one's getting taken for a ride.
We're just giving someone the facts.

-That's an absurd idea.
-[Bailey] It's bold, all right.

You know what, Mal?
The rest of your faction are bed wetters,

running on quinoa and fellow feeling,

but you've got guts,
I'll say that for you.

-We're gonna have to take some action.
-All right, let's do it.

-Even if this saves his job--
-And that's a big if.

What's the American response
going to be?

A defense minister who seems to be
under the thumb of Beijing for 20 years,

doing their bidding?

That photograph's going to come out,
whether we want it to or not.

Show the U.S. we're not letting a panda
call the shots. Rescind Mal's order.

Send the Anzac to the naval exercises.

Then they'll know we're with them,
not against them.

We're still negotiating Hobbs.
We need to tread the middle line.

Martin, I hate to sound cruel...

but that poor girl
is probably dead already.

And now this? There is no line.

It's disappeared from underneath us,
and we're falling.

The question is,
which side are we falling to?

[line ringing]

[phone rings]

Hello?

Uh, Kim? Um, Harriet called.

Said to meet her in 15 minutes
or she'd set up camp in the foyer.

Oh, Jesus, she never lets up.

-Trying to land us both in jail?
-You hear about Lloyd Rankin?

-I think it's my fault he's dead.
-You can't know that for sure.

The police have insinuated as much,
and that's the problem, I don't.

I don't know for sure.

Come here.

[Kim sighs]

I'm sorry, Harri.

Thank you.

You okay?

-Can you just look at this for me?
-No.

-Just take a look--
-You are unbelievable.

Listen, Kim. Please.

Take a look.

Do you know who these people are?

It's connected to Sabine Hobbs,
to Max Dalgetty, the body in the lake...

Harri, can you leave it?

This stuff needs to be handled
by the agencies, okay?

You only ever see
tiny pieces of the puzzle.

And even when you put
all those pieces together,

you've still only got one part.

You never see the whole picture.

Now, whoever gave you this
has taken an enormous risk.

-Kim, what do you know about it?
-[scoffs]

That's all you care about, isn't it?
The story.

[scoffs]

Well, that's 'cause
it's all I've got, Kim,

even if I don't have the luxury
of seeing the big picture.

How is that working out for you?

Is defending the nation everything
it was cracked up to be,

or is it just one compromise
after another?

Harri, don't start with me
with your bullshit

about journalism being about truth
and democracy in action.

'Cause what you do
has nothing to do with either.

You don't even care about the story,
just that you got it.

You just care that your name
is on the front page.

Fuck you.

[sighs]

[Kim] Dancer.
I ran it through face recognition.

He's Zheng Zhao,
Ministry of State Security.

Must be here under a false name.

Half the Chinese mission are MSS.

Yeah, well, this one is responsible
for the torture and disappearance

of at least a dozen
Falun Gong worldwide. He's vicious.

You could move to expel him.
But that wouldn't go down well

with your minister,
or the rest of the government,

in the middle
of a diplomatic shit fight.

-He's following Harriet.
-Fucking Dalgetty.

What am I supposed to do?

Pull agency resources
into protecting a journalist?

You're her ex. You can stop her.

Get her to drop it.

She won't listen to me.

Just... Just watch out for her,
that's all. Please.

[Reardon] Head Office will love it.

Well done, Harri. Buy you a beer?

No, I'm still working.

[employees chattering]

[computer beeping]

[dials phone]

Someone's copying Vinegar Hill.

[sighs]

[computer continues beeping]

[computer chimes]

[sighs]

[scanner beeps]

[metal detector beeping]

[whirring and beeping]

All good, Kim.

[siren wailing in distance]

[man & woman arguing indistinctly]

Kim, it's me. I'm sorry.

I was... I was a dick.

Can you call me back when you get this?

Hi, it's Harriet.
I wanted to ask you something.

I'm tempted to put the cuffs on you.

Can we not do this?
I'd like to keep it straightforward.

Straightforward in what way?

You give me information in exchange
for the information I give you?

Are you planning on retiring
as a senior constable, Brimmer?

Not if I can help it.

I want to know about Rankin.

I want to know if there
were any anomalies in the evidence,

if there's anything to suggest that...
it wasn't a suicide?

This where you tell me you know someone
who wanted him dead?

Cops are generally interested in that.

I don't know yet.

When you do?

You'll be the first to know.

The problem with straightforward
is it's never more than superficial.

[chuckles]

Well, that's the way I like it.

[chuckles]

[man & woman moaning]

[bed thumping & bedsprings squeaking]

[scoffs]

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Get in here, Harri. Arnold Bennett's run
with the Paxton arrest.

What?

Jesus Christ, Felix. It's 7.30.
Why didn't you wake me?

I thought you needed the rest.

I say you're a criminal.
What do you say to that?

-I say nothing, Ludie.
-Correct.

You're a puppet of a fascist state,
you lied to the public,

covered up to save your own ass,
threatened national security.

-What do you say to that?
-Nothing.

It's gonna be a lot worse than that.

Wouldn't skimp on the deodorant.
You're gonna fucking need it.

[door opens, then closes]

[woman on TV] Feverish speculation
over the emergence

of a photo of Paxton
arrested in Beijing...

The Hobbs exclusive's been held.
Management didn't wanna compete.

-Do I still get my steak knives?
-Need something to stick into me?

[chuckles] I would if I could,
but I'm a little too busy.

Lot of catching up to do.

[Sasha] Here's the East West Education
beneficiaries list.

Ivy Chen. You're a legend.

[Reardon] Morning meeting.
Let's go. Come on.

Paxton. What have we got?
Not enough at the moment, it seems,

so, Chinese contacts, e-mail, call,
write if you have to, okay?

I want results, and I want them now,
so, move.

Can you dig up "Australian consular staff,
possibly expelled"?

[woman 1 on TV]
Embattled Defense Minister Mal Paxton

defiantly ran the media gauntlet

to enter Parliament this morning.

-[Toohey] It's worse than we thought.
-The Australian senator is...

Political graveyards are full of people
who were loyal to idiots.

[Toohey sighs]

I'll announce his resignation
at the press conference.

And?

[woman 2 over intercom] I'm sorry, sir,
but the Chinese ambassador is on the line.

-[Bailey] I thought you met yesterday.
-We did.

What does he want?

I don't know, sir,
but he says it's important.

An error on the part
of an overzealous Beijing police officer.

A question of mistaken identity,
as Mr. Paxton has said.

It's a very simple matter.

There was no cover-up
because there was nothing to hide.

-Mr. Ambassador! Mr. Ambassador!
-Ambassador!

-One at a time, please.
-Harriet Dunkley from the Daily Nation.

Where is Sabine Hobbs?

Contact with her mother
and the consulate's been cut off,

in direct contravention of arrangements,
so, where is she?

-[Griff] Prime Minister!
-What's happened to her?

-That was the last question. Thank you.
-[Griff] Prime Minister!

Well, that's the real story.
You were played, Arnie.

I wanted to let you know,
I'm rescinding your decision.

The Anzac is going to the South China Sea,
joining the exercises.

-You weren't going to take sides.
-I've been forced to.

We can't look like Chinese stooges.

Beijing will view this
as deliberately provocative.

And if this escalates, I want you
to take a long, hard look in the mirror

to see who's responsible.

I'm fucked if I know
how you pulled it off, Mal,

but you just salvaged a job that's
nothing more than a sign on your door.

From this day onwards,
every defense decision goes through me.

The gallery's already christened you
Teflon Mal.

If you people want something to stick,

then you better throw something
with more substance.

I am interested in who gave you
that photograph.

Oh, I can't tell you that.

-Maybe now you'll get off my back.
-Who's Ivy Chen?

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

Why were Mining Union funds used
to pay for her schooling?

Almost $200,000.

What happened to Lloyd Rankin,
minister?

[chimes]

Thank you, Vinegar Hill.

-[Ronnie] It's just for a short time, Ivy.
-[Ivy] But why do I have to go?

[engine starts]

[cell phone ringing]

[Harriet] Oh, Kim, I'm so glad you called.

I'm in trouble, Harri.

What? Okay, I'm coming over.
Where are you, at home?

-No! No, no, not there.
-Where?

Uh, that hike we went on
where you pulled your calf muscle.

Where we stopped for lunch.

And I need money.
As much as you can get.

What's your limit? Five thousand?

Okay, Kim, why do you need money?

-Can you get it or not?
-Yeah, I can get it. I'm leaving now.

It's my fault.

What's your fault, Kim?
You're scaring me.

I should have worked it out.

[line disconnects]

[sighs]

[engine starts]

[cell phone ringing]

Kim, it's Harriet. Um...

Call me when you get this,

'cause I'm starting
to get kind of worried.

[keypad clicking]

[on recording] You've reached Harriet.
I can't take your call.

[cell phone chimes]

[computerized voice]
You have one new message.

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

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

[keypad beeps, then line ringing]

[ringing]

[engine revs]

[line disconnects]

[keypad beeps]

[keypad beeps]

[keypad beeps, then line ringing]

[cell phone ringing]

[engine revving]

Shit.

[breathing heavily]

[door opens]

Head of Domestic Intelligence.
Can't spy on his own wrist watch.

[McAuliffe chuckling]

-Sorry I'm late.
-Not a problem.

[clears throat]

Didn't get the result we were looking for.

Oh, same result,
just by a more circuitous route.

Meaning?

Take a ticket for a ringside seat,
gentlemen.

Toohey's sending our boys over
to join the military exercises.

We're taking the fight to Beijing.

[chuckles] Sting like a bee.

-Sting like a motherfucking box jellyfish.
-Oh.

-[all chuckling]
-[door opens]

Ah, let me break the good news.

-Ambassador.
-Madam Attorney.

-General.
-[McAuliffe] Ambassador.

[Moreton] Mr. Wheeler.

[door opens nearby]

[footsteps approaching]

[keypad beeps, then door opens]

[in Mandarin]
No one's telling me anything.

Why have I been moved? Where am I?

[Crick in Mandarin] You're in Harbin
Women's Prison. Heilongjiang Province.

Does my mother know I'm here?

I'm supposed to be in Beijing.
I have to be close to the embassy.

I'm sorry. I do not have the answers
to your questions.

[keypad beeps]

What's that?

-Is someone else here?
-No, we are alone.

-Ice cream?
-Happy birthday.

[in English] How long do we have to
maintain this illusion?

She's blind, not stupid.

She was found at Mount Pleasant,
next to her car.

[voice breaking]
Yeah, well, that doesn't make any sense,

because that's a long way
from our meeting place.

-Maybe she took a detour.
-She was scared.

-That was the whole point.
-You don't have to do this now.

No, I want to go in.

[sobbing]

[sobbing]