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Silly Little Bastard

And Mother, dear Mother, I know you’ll be pleased

I climbed over James and John B

Who cares that my assets have all been seized

The Herald belongs to me

Patrick Cook and Phil Scott, 1987

TEF Hughes QC: ‘You were a neophyte, weren’t you?’

Warwick Fairfax (junior): ‘What’s a neophyte?’

Hughes: ‘A tyro, novice.’

Fairfax: ‘I wasn’t that experienced.’ …

Hughes: ‘You hadn’t even entered the novitiate of newspapers?’

Fairfax: ‘I’m sorry, you will have to explain “novitiate”.’

Hughes: ‘Learning school.’

It was 24 October 1988. In Courtroom 11A of the NSW Supreme Court, several members of the Fairfax family sat in the public gallery, James and John B among them. The pair had come to watch their half-brother/cousin Warwick get pummelled in the witness box. Young Warwick was there for twenty-one days all up, fourteen of those under cross-examination. The humiliation was almost, but not quite, complete. That was to happen two years later.

Any element of schadenfreude that James and John B may have felt that October day would have been overshadowed by the corporate shenanigans outlined in forensic detail by the barrage of QCs who were there to argue over the payment of a takeover success fee.

The once great Fairfax empire had come to this. It was a story of such staggering corporate stupidity that it was barely believable.

The Fairfax heir, young Warwick, son of the late Sir Warwick (he had died in January 1987, well into his eighties and having been ill for some time) and Lady Mary, had instigated a takeover plan led by a Western Australian businessman, to whom he had agreed to pay $100 million—at the time, the largest takeover advice fee ever negotiated across the globe. The businessman in question was Laurie Connell, a corporate criminal who would later do jail time for fraud. Like all aspirational takeover plans, this one came complete with codenames: the Fairfax media empire was ‘Dynasty Corporation’; 26-year-old Warwick was ‘Dynasty heir’.

It was a disastrous plan. Warwick would take just three years to blow his inheritance and banish the family from the empire they had ruled since 1841. In the immediate aftermath of the debacle, Lady Mary would tell the SMH that her son ‘had no idea what he was doing’. This was a little rich given that it was Lady Mary who had been the driving force behind the takeover. Young Warwick had been told from an early age that his father had been driven out of the company by the other Fairfaxes—James, Vincent and John B. It was Lady Mary who had imbued in him the belief that he had to avenge his father’s mistreatment at the hands of the family.

But, first, back to August 1987. It was only two months before the almighty crash of late 1987 and the stock market was frothy. The phones in the business section of the SMH were running hot—reporters were busy chasing down leads. But one call stopped everyone in their tracks. It was from Lady Mary. She had called investment editor Alan Deans to ask if he had ever heard of a financier from the west called Laurie Connell. The reporters couldn’t work out what on earth Lady Mary was on about. What rock had she been living under for the last two years? Connell and his so-called merchant bank, Rothwells Ltd, were recognised as the biggest cowboys in the market. His name was all over the business pages. He was a favourite target of the ‘CBD’ section of the SMH, one of the most widely read business gossip columns in the country.

If the journalists were slack-jawed and dismissive on that day in August (the thinking was that Lady Mary was acting crazy again), they were nothing short of astonished just a week later, when they discovered that Connell would be a new Fairfax board member and was heading up an audacious plan for young Warwick to take the Fairfax media empire private. Even more astounding, sitting next to Connell at the board table would be Martin Dougherty, the knockabout public relations representative for the likes of Sir Peter Abeles and John Laws. Dougherty had been telling people in Sydney for over a year that he would soon be on the board of Fairfax, but most people had dismissed it as a delusion of grandeur. So much for investigative business journalism. This was a big miss for the SMH reporters. They had been blindsided within their own company. It was an even bigger miss for the Fairfax board—they had had no idea either.

The Saturday night before this bombshell landed in the newsroom, Gretel Packer, Kerry’s only daughter, was celebrating her twenty-first birthday with one of the most lavish parties Sydney had ever seen. At the Packer compound in Bellevue Hill that night, Gretel wore her birthday present, a diamond Cartier choker. The guests all received gifts as well—gold medallions for the women, cufflinks for the men.

Young Warwick Fairfax, shy, with an American accent, was among the guests. He had recently returned to Australia after several years overseas, spent studying at Oxford and Harvard and then working at Chase Manhattan Bank in the United States. Rubbing shoulders with him were some of the Fairfax group’s biggest competitors and critics—Kerry Packer, the host of the event; Neville Wran; Sir Peter Abeles; Rupert Murdoch. It was a gathering of Fairfax’s enemies.

Paul Keating did not attend the party but his presence was felt. The changes to the media laws he had pushed through federal parliament just a few months before had lined some already deep pockets. Three television networks had changed hands in the space of a few months. Fairfax had sold the Seven Network to entrepreneur Christopher Skase. In more lucrative transactions, Packer had sold Nine to Alan Bond and Murdoch had sold Ten to Frank Lowy’s Northern Star, allowing the two media magnates to pocket a combined profit estimated at over $1 billion. And Murdoch, of course, was now the big noise in Australian media, controlling more than 60 per cent of newspaper circulation. It seemed fitting that, as midnight struck at Gretel’s party, the speakers boomed out the Dire Straits number ‘Money for Nothing’.

Early Sunday evening, well after the clean-up had gotten underway at the Packer residence, Warwick was out visiting. He first called on his half-brother James. Next was Greg Gardiner, Fairfax’s general manager. Finally, Warwick dropped in on his cousin, John B Fairfax. The message he delivered was shocking—in roughly twelve hours, the Australian Stock Exchange would be informed that young Warwick, through a private company called Tryart Pty Ltd, would be making a bid for all the shares in the Fairfax group. He was going to take control of his inheritance. The media group would be privatised. Warwick told his family members that he wanted them to support him, to continue to invest in the group, but on the understanding that he would be the majority shareholder—he would be in charge.

James urged his half-brother to delay his announcement and allow the board to meet to discuss it. Young Warwick refused. This was an ambush.

The takeover plan had been hatched with the assistance of a small team of advisers—Laurie Connell, Martin Dougherty and Robert Holmes à Court’s former right-hand man, Bert Reuter. Why Warwick had chosen the likes of these men and not one of the establishment takeover advisers in Sydney or Melbourne would be a mystery to the business community. Connell’s merchant bank, Rothwells, had not been in the takeover advice field before; this was a first for them. Dougherty ran a small- to medium-sized PR company. Reuter had some experience in such things, but only as an acolyte of Holmes à Court. Stranger still, Lady Mary and Warwick had, some months earlier, consulted Mark Burrows of Baring Brothers Burrows, who had told Warwick to be patient, that he would eventually inherit James’ shares in Fairfax and that, together with his father’s inheritance, it would give him nearly one-third of the company—enough for control. Yet Warwick had ignored the advice and turned to Connell and the others.

Kinder souls suggest that behind Warwick’s decision was the fact that the early 1980s had been the era of the entrepreneurs, particularly those from the west. They were the ones making the real money, and so it made sense to heed their advice. When the 1987 BRW ‘rich list’ came out, Holmes à Court was number one—for the third year in a row. Back in 1984, it had been the Fairfax family who had headed the list, along with the Murdoch family. However, times had changed, at least for the Fairfaxes (Murdoch was no longer included in the list because he was now a US citizen). Compared with the Packers and the Murdochs, the Fairfax group and its management looked stodgy. And next to the entrepreneurs, Fairfax looked decidedly clay-footed, seemingly left behind.

The real message of Warwick’s ambush, though, was that the family empire was at war with itself. Not enough credence had been given to this by Fairfax management, including chairman James, deputy chair John B and board member Vincent. They should have acknowledged it earlier. Now, they were about to pay the price.

By August 1987, Warwick had been sitting in on board meetings for three months as he began his company apprenticeship. It was all very new for everybody. Management considered young Warwick to be a troubled young man. He was not like James or John as young men when they had started out their careers in the family business. Young Warwick, in their view, was an empty vessel. What management and the board missed, however, was that he was also seething with resentment. It was a resentment that had been building steadily within his immediate family for nearly thirty years. His father was dead, but Sir Warwick’s humiliation at the hands of family members still could be avenged.

The family split can, of course, be traced back to that moment in June 1959 when, just before Sir Warwick married his third wife, Mary, Rupert Henderson had convinced him to sell down his interest in the company to his eldest son, James. Mary had interpreted the ownership changes as a slight against her, one that contained a whiff of anti-Semitism. Mary had been born Mary Wein in Poland and as a young girl had travelled to Australia with her parents, first to Broken Hill and then to Sydney. She had been educated at Pymble Ladies College and Sydney University and then operated fashion shops in Bondi with her father, achieving a degree of success in business. But to the waspish Fairfax family, she was a Jewish immigrant and part of the rag trade. Mary believed that the Fairfaxes didn’t want her anywhere near their company and their family fortune.

In 1961, further humiliation had come when Henderson, backed by James and Vincent Fairfax, convinced Sir Warwick to step down as chairman while court action brought by Mary’s former husband Cedric Symonds was underway. Then, in 1976, the final blow had been delivered when James, Vincent and Henderson had rolled Sir Warwick as chairman and de-facto general manager of the group and replaced him with James.

Lady Mary harboured great resentment against the Fairfax family for these actions, and she was determined that her son get his rightful inheritance. She gave an insight into her views on the rest of the family in 1989, when she told the SMH: ‘John [B] desperately wanted to be chairman. But I had a male child … Consequently, why should John like me? If I hadn’t produced a male child, John would have certainly been chairman’. Lady Mary said she once watched John play a game of tennis with young Warwick when he was seventeen. ‘I’ve never seen anybody, not even at Wimbledon, serve to annihilate a person [like that]’, she said. ‘I thought, “Whoa—naked hatred, there it is”.’

To be truthful, the Fairfax board and management knew Warwick was up to something in the months following his father’s death in early 1987. But they were complacent. The combined shareholding of James and the Vincent/John B branch of the family amounted to 34 per cent, compared with Warwick’s stake of just over 14 per cent. The board had control.

The board knew that Warwick had borrowed $30 million earlier in the year to buy another 1.5 per cent of the company, taking the family interest to just over 50 per cent. They knew that Lady Mary wanted her son to control the group. And indeed he would. He would just have to wait his turn. Under the terms of the family shareholding, James was eventually to pass his shares onto Warwick, making him the largest shareholder and undoubtedly chairman of the board. In the meantime, a common sentiment was: ‘What is the silly little bastard going to do next?’

But, as Tom Hughes QC would explain to the NSW Supreme Court in October 1988, Warwick was a young man in a hurry. And he had his mother right behind him. The silly little bastard was about to strike.

It was Lady Mary who was ultimately responsible for bringing in the cowboys from the west. Mary loved the company of entrepreneurs and regularly had them to dine at her table at Fairwater. One of them was corporate raider Sir Ron Brierley of IEL—Industrial Equity Ltd. After a particularly long dinner one Saturday night in 1983, Lady Mary had suggested to a slightly inebriated Sir Ron that he should have her on his board. Sir Ron agreed but fobbed her off by saying she should write to him about it. The following Monday morning, Brierley’s CEO, Russell Goward, accosted Sir Ron as he arrived at the office: ‘Did you go to Fairwater on Saturday night? Did you promise Lady Mary she could join the board? Because here is her application’. ‘Give it to me, I will fix it’, Brierley promised. But he couldn’t. He was up against a very strong and persuasive personality. Even Brierley could not dissuade Lady Mary once she had set her sights on a prize. A few days later, IEL had a new director. Lady Mary sat on that board for three years.

It was Marty Dougherty, though, who inveigled Mary, and through her he was able to influence the Dynasty heir. Dougherty and his wife lived in an apartment at Point Piper, close to Fairwater. He would walk along Seven Shillings Beach with Lady Mary and listen to her concerns about the Fairfax group, particularly about how it was mismanaged. He eventually did some PR work for Sir Warwick and Lady Mary, in 1986, when they objected to a proposed preference share raising. Lady Mary then introduced him to her son.

Warwick told the NSW Supreme Court that it was Dougherty who first raised the prospect of a Fairfax takeover back in November 1986, over lunch at Bondi Beach (Dougherty tells a different story, that it was Warwick who planted the idea). He also said it was Dougherty who introduced him to Laurie Connell and supported the stupendous success fee of $100 million. What Warwick didn’t know, he told the court, was that Dougherty was promised up to $10 million of that fee.

It was easy to blame Dougherty in the context of a rancorous court action, but the PR consultant played a bit part in the saga. He was doing Lady Mary’s bidding. She was the one driving the action. In fact, the takeover plan was being hatched even before Sir Warwick died, although it is unclear whether he was aware of it. At dinner one night at Fairwater, late in 1986, Kerry Packer joined Dougherty, Lady Mary and Sir Warwick. After Sir Warwick retired early, Packer playfully jumped into his chair, stating, ‘Now I am in charge’. The conversation for the next hour ranged over the options for how young Warwick could take control of Fairfax. James Fairfax believes that Rupert Murdoch, Bob Hawke and Paul Keating were also aware of the takeover plan well ahead of the actual event. The board and the rest of the Fairfax family, however, were in the dark.

The strategy sketched out by Connell and Bert Reuter relied on the Fairfax family members cooperating with the privatisation—in other words, keeping their shareholdings. That would substantially reduce the price of taking the group private. It also relied on the sale of half the group’s interest in David Syme, publisher of The Age. There would be a public float on the stock exchange. Fairfax would keep half of the David Syme group and the other assets would be offloaded to bring down the debt owed to the banks.

None of this eventuated. The takeover was doomed from the start. The first plank to turn rotten underfoot was that of the family. Young Warwick, as it turned out, did not have a monopoly on family anger. James, John B and his father, Vincent, could play that game too. They baulked at Warwick seizing control of the company. With him in the chair, they had no appetite for being a part of it. Within days of the takeover, the rest of the family had each independently decided that they were out. But first they pushed Warwick’s offer price up from $7.50 to $8.50 a share. And the Vincent/John B branch of the family did another deal—for $78 million, they would purchase a parcel of assets from Fairfax, including the Rural Press division.

The family’s failure to participate was a blow. But that was only the start of the trouble. Holmes à Court and Kerry Packer also had the capacity to block the privatisation. Holmes à Court had built up a stake of nearly 9 per cent in Fairfax and broadcast through the financial press that he was quite prepared to go to 10 per cent. This would block the takeover, which required 90 per cent acceptance by shareholders. Peter Abeles’ TNT, meanwhile, had built up a 3.4 per cent stake over the preceding months and then promptly onsold this to Packer.

It was clear from the start that Packer and Holmes à Court had to be bought off. They were not against the takeover. They could simply see a golden opportunity to pick through Fairfax’s assets—and both played tough.

After marathon negotiations with Connell and Reuter, Holmes à Court agreed to buy the Fin Review, The Times on Sunday and the Macquarie Broadcasting Network, and smaller shareholdings in the newswire service Australian Associated Press as well as Australian Newsprint Mills, for $375 million. It was a bargain. Packer got a good deal too. He was to snap up most of Fairfax’s suite of magazines and The Canberra Times for $250 million. Warwick and his team were desperate. They were almost giving assets away to ensure their privatisation plan got up.

The original Dynasty plan had veered disastrously off course. But that wasn’t even close to the end of Warwick’s problems. On 19 October 1987, the US stock market dropped 800 points, shedding US$500 billion, or 22.6 per cent of its value, in one session. In the week that followed, the Australian share market lost 30 per cent of its value.

This external shock was sufficiently serious that Warwick could have called off the bid, claiming force majeure. But he decided to press on. Even Lady Mary realised this was a grave error, that her dream of her son avenging his father’s treatment at the hands of the rest of the Fairfax family could end in disaster. She tried to stop Warwick, begging him to back off, but he refused to speak to her. On one occasion she went to Sydney’s Regent Hotel, where he was meeting with his advisers, and sent him a note asking to see him. The note went into a bin.

In retrospect, the stock market crash was the beginning of the end of Warwick’s grand plan. Holmes à Court and Connell saw their business empires almost collapse in the wake of it. There was a run on Rothwells and Holmes à Court had to pull out of his deal to buy Fairfax assets. The plan to sell half of David Syme in a share float had to be abandoned. And the initial bank loans for the $540 million needed for Warwick’s privatisation bid eventually blew out to $1.6 billion. With interest rates on the loans at 15 per cent plus, the income from the Fairfax media business was not enough to cover the interest bill.

There were also big problems on the editorial floor. Warwick announced in August 1987 that Dougherty would be the new editorial director of Fairfax as soon as the takeover was finalised. It didn’t take long before Dougherty started looking after his mates.

The run on Rothwells was one of the biggest business stories of the day. Over a single weekend, $150 million was raised in a bid to stop the finance house from going under. The rescue attempt drew in the likes of Packer, Keating, Warren Anderson, John Elliott and Peter Abeles. Something didn’t smell right. Why was it so important that Rothwells stay afloat? What sort of deals were hidden in its books? There would later be an investigation into Rothwells by Malcolm McCusker QC. The McCusker report would offer a sobering glimpse of the cowboy finance deals of the west, transactions that involved most of Australia’s entrepreneurs. But back in November 1987, this ugly chapter in the story of Australian business was just starting to be fleshed out.

To find out what was going on at Rothwells, Chris Anderson, editor-in-chief of the SMH, dispatched several journalists to the west, including investigative reporter Andrew Keenan. Dougherty was incensed. In a late-night telephone call to Anderson, he questioned whether doing the story was ‘wise’. Dougherty said he wondered if it was the right time to pursue it and whether its publication might reflect on ‘our proprietor’. He asked if some ‘smart-arse’ at Fairfax was singling Connell out for attention. Anderson made a file note of the conversation and sent a copy to Dougherty.

In a written reply to Anderson, Dougherty justified his concern on the basis of defamation risks. He concluded his missive with the following:

It [your file note] made me wonder whether you were simply building a case to invoke the editorial independence clause in your contract which, as you have said, would enable you to walk out of the building with more than $1 million. If that is the case you should tell Warwick and I immediately so that we all know where we stand.

Anderson tendered his resignation but he was convinced by Warwick to stay on. By December, however, he realised there was no way he could work with Dougherty. He had made up his mind to go. He would not be invoking any editorial independence clause—he just wanted out.

Chris Anderson didn’t have to look far for an alternative employer. Murdoch saw an opportunity to gut Fairfax of some of its best journalists. He asked Anderson to visit Colorado with his family as a guest of the Murdochs. On New Year’s Eve 1987, Anderson and Murdoch reached an agreement on the slopes of Aspen. These were the terms. Anderson would join News Limited as editorial director and as a director of the company. He would bring across thirty key Fairfax staffers, including journalists and designers. And Murdoch agreed that under Anderson’s watch, News Limited would launch a new daily financial newspaper to compete with the Fin Review, and a weekly colour magazine for The Australian along the lines of the SMH’s Good Weekend.

While Murdoch and Anderson were agreeing on a plan that would have had a serious impact on Fairfax’s flagship newspaper, it was chaos back in the newsrooms at the group’s Broadway headquarters. The banks were heading to the courts in a dispute over repayment priorities. Laurie Connell, distracted by the collapse of his finance house, was of little help. The old Fairfax management had been sacked by Warwick but the new chief executive, Peter King, had not yet arrived in Sydney to take up the role. (Peter King was the father of one of young Warwick’s friends whom he had met through his Christian fellowship. King, who had previously run a large charity-focused packaging business in the Netherlands, had no experience in the newspaper industry.)

When Anderson arrived back in Sydney and saw the gravity of the situation, he reneged on his deal with Murdoch. He knew if he walked away from Fairfax at that moment, it would send a disastrous message to the banks. The whole company could tumble down.

‘One of the toughest things I had to do was ring Ken Cowley [chief executive of News Ltd] and say, “I am sorry, Ken. I know I shook hands with Rupert but I can’t do this—I would have destroyed the company”’, Anderson says today. ‘Cowley never spoke to me for the next decade. He said that you never shake hands with Rupert Murdoch and walk away. Kerry Packer was livid about the way I acted. He said that I had double-crossed Rupert and he said, “You did it for your own advantage” … I didn’t do it for my own advantage. Financially, I was worse off. I stayed for another two or three years to try and get Warwick to see sense.’

The drama was ongoing. Dougherty was determined to change the culture at Fairfax. He believed that the journalists were out of control. Certainly, there was a high degree of irreverence. Cartoonist Patrick Cook and comedian Phil Scott had composed ‘Warwick’s anthem’ to the tune of the Nazi song from Cabaret, ‘Tomorrow belongs to me’, and journalists belted it out at the SMH Christmas party of 1987.

The building on Broadway will have to come down

I’m founding a new dynasty

The noses around me will all be brown

And prayers will be held at three

O Harvard, dear Harvard, your favourite spunk

Has learned that no lunches are free

That bonds between brothers should all be junk

The Herald belongs to me

O Mother, dear Mother, don’t take it so hard

I’ve cut the umbilical cord

You’ll always be welcome on Burke’s Backyard

But not on the Fairfax board

And Mother, dear Mother, I know you’ll be pleased

I climbed over James and John B

Who cares that my assets have all been seized

The Herald belongs to me

O Father, dear Father, I can’t tell a lie

I’ve cut down the family tree

The rest of the clan can eat shit and die

The Herald belongs

The Herald belongs

The Herald belongs to me

Dougherty didn’t see the joke. He reported to the board on the aftermath of the privatisation:

The impact has been most traumatic on editorial staffs—not least because they were quite shamelessly drafted by sections of the previous management to do battle on its behalf. The hostility which at times reached almost hysterical levels and resulted in some very bad reporting, is now receding; but some changes in personnel will probably be necessary before it is eliminated … We have begun a policy of contacting and briefing key opinion leaders on the editorial staffs to further improve the climate. It’s a slow process however as the departing editorial management did a very effective job of poisoning the wells.

Dougherty had more surprises in store. Not only was he interfering in news coverage, installing a computer terminal on the executive floor to allow him to view stories as they were being prepared, he was also making senior editorial appointments without consulting editors or the board. One of those appointments was Andrew Clark, a well-respected former editor of the Packer magazine Australian Business and a former investigative reporter for The National Times. Clark had held senior editorial roles in the three major media organisations—those of Murdoch, Packer and Fairfax. Anderson rightly saw Clark as Dougherty’s real choice for his own job, and after yet another tussle with the editorial director, he decided he had had enough and quit. Clark’s confirmation as editor-in-chief of the SMH sparked a wave of resignations across the paper, including that of its editor, John Alexander. The journalists sensed that this was a moment when they could gain leverage and stare Dougherty and the new team down. They were right.

The resignation of several top SMH journalists made headlines across Australia and alarmed the banks. The news soon reached Warwick Fairfax, who was attending a presidential prayer breakfast in Washington. It also found its way to new chief executive Peter King, who still hadn’t taken up his position but was holidaying in South Africa. Now, however, it was clear that he had to act. He and Warwick arrived back in Sydney on the same day for crisis talks. Within a week, Dougherty was gone, taking with him a $3.6 million payout. Anderson replaced him as editorial director and also received a place on the board, while John Alexander became the SMH’s new editor-in-chief. Connell was to have no further contact with Fairfax—he resigned from the board, under threat of expulsion, within a month.

The departed Martin Dougherty told the SMH he would return to business life as a corporate adviser after a brief holiday.

I did something historical in helping Warwick Fairfax and Laurie Connell plan and execute the takeover of John Fairfax Ltd. Many experts, including some in the media, said we could not do it. But we did it as a team. It was enormously exciting and the most personally rewarding event in my business life.

The next two years were taken up by a long, slow battle to keep the Fairfax papers coming out. In the end, almost $1 billion worth of assets were sold off. The empire that had been built by Rupert Henderson and Sir Warwick over four decades had been dismantled. The Sun and The Times on Sunday had been closed down. The Macquarie radio network, Fairfax’s stable of magazines, its television network and its stake in key regional newspapers through Rural Press were all gone. But still the company could not make enough money to service its debt. By December 1990, three days short of the third anniversary of Fairfax’s privatisation, the banks appointed receivers. Young Warwick and Lady Mary lost all of their equity in John Fairfax Ltd.

There were no more Fairfaxes left in the company. James, Vincent and John B Fairfax had resigned as directors and sold their shares in 1987 at the time of Warwick’s takeover. Now Warwick was gone too. It was the first time in 150 years that a member of the Fairfax family was not on the board of the company, and the first time that a Fairfax family member was not a key shareholder in the company. A tradition that had lasted for a century and a half had been trashed.

But the great Fairfax pantomime had not finished. Over the coming months, the company’s fate would dominate the nation’s front pages as media moguls Kerry Packer, Conrad Black and Ireland’s Tony O’Reilly battled to gain control of the newspaper group. The banks put it up for sale and handed the auctioneer’s gavel to investment banker Mark Burrows. In Canberra, federal politicians joined in the action with a spectacular media inquiry starring Packer, and last-minute horse trading on foreign investment rules that finally decided the outcome.