Savages.
Savages!
Savages.
Roger.
Yeah, it's like magic,
Malcolm. Feet hurting?
- The big one? No, no. No. - We get you some army boots.
No problem.
Brian. Brian.
We have company. Here they come.
José?
- Fretilin? - Yeah.
Heads up, boys.
It's okay. It's okay, Brian. It's Greg Shackleton at 7.
Channel 9 are here.
Fuck!
- What are they doing here? - Fucking hell.
I'm not getting out, Greg.
You are colleagues?
Channel 7. Channel 9.
You're friends, no?
Yeah.
Malcolm? How are ya?
Didn't think anyone was watching Channel 9 news anymore.
I thought you guys weren't going to turn up.
- Tony Stewart. - Friends.
Little competition?
You should have seen the firefight here last night, mate.
All over the place.
We haven't seen anything. We just got a bottle of wine for you.
Come, come, we have a drink.
Thought you guys might want a drink of wine.
Now we can be friends.
Good shooting?
So your driver was Ximines?
Ximines, yeah.
This is where they live.
This is their home, so they're going to stay here.
Yes.
Have you got a hold?
Alright, whip right. Whip right.
No, no, right, right, right.
- Focus. - Yeah.
You went left.
Tell him about the ulcer, Tony.
- How old are you? - 21. I had an ulcer.
Mum said it was because all I ate was--
Brothers.
We are going for patrol if you want to come with us, get some film.
Right now.
Can we film something?
Of course, of course. You can film.
Well what we can gather so far...
is that Horta believes that it's actually Indonesians...
and there's warships sighted off the coast.
The Fretilin leaders believe that the Indonesians are going to invade...
and that's why I think it's pivotal...
for us to actually be here and get that.
I mean it's a violation.
It's a direct violation. If we can get the footage, then--
They're gone.
They're gone, Roger.
Let's go.
Let's go back.
No.
It's time to tell the story of the living, Roger.
No.
I want to go to Balibo.
There is nothing in Balibo.
They died. They are dead.
The Indonesian Army killed them.
Let me tell you something.
There's plenty in Balibo.
I want to find out what happened to them,
why it happened to them,
and who did it to 'em.
I want justice for those 5 young men.
Justice?
You're pathetic.
You walk through an entire village of people,
an entire village littered with corpses,
and all you care about is these 5 white journalists that died?
You think I don't care about those people?
- No, I don't. I don't think you do. - I care about those people--
But the people that I am writing for...
They don't give a fuck about 400,000 brown people, mate.
That'll hit the back page of the fuckin' newspapers.
But if I find out what happened...
to those 5 white Australian journalists,
- it's gonna be on the front page. - Right.
And justice will be served to you...
- Justice? Is that a fucking joke? - and your fuckin' country.
You're going to stand there and say the word "justice" to me?
Well, you know what?
You may not care and your readers may not care.
But you know who did care? Those 5 men that died, Roger.
They cared.
They cared when no one else did. Okay?
They had the courage to come and to die,
trying to show the world what was happening.
- They had courage? They had courage? - Yeah, they had courage.
You are a fucking coward that cares...
only for yourself and your fucking career.
All you're doing is standing here scared shitless...
because you're a pathetic old fucking fool that cares only for fucking--
You little fucking--
You fucking little shit!
I will fucking kill you.
I will kill you!
Fucking little shit!
Come here!
It's over.
It's over, Roger.
The Indonesians will come,
and they will take this land.
And no one will know we even existed.
If you go to Balibo,
you will die.
You big prick.
Nice pants, Peters.
The Indonesian troops, the Fretilin leaders here,
believe there will be an invasion at any time.
As you can see, there are Indonesian ships only just off shore.
Malcolm Rennie.
Balibo, Monday afternoon,
and we're back here not much more than 24 hours after when we left.
The counter-attack, despite some tense moments...
and some false alarms,
was about as eventful as a Sunday afternoon drive.
When do you think they will invade?
I mean, 2 weeks?
Look at that shirt.
Wait!
- Okay. - It's not much, but it's something.
I'll guard it with my life.
I love you Malcolm.
Adiós!
I think I spelt it wrong.
Hang on, what have I done?
No, you're right.
- Yeah. - I-A.
Alright, just get a clean shot of that.
Don't know about the Southern Cross though, mate.
Thank you.
It's our own Balibo Australian embassy.
Hang on, mate. I'm a Kiwi.
Don't count.
Alright, well we'll call it the Commonwealth Secretariat.
Yeah, I like that. That's nice.
Roger East.
Ramos-Horta said you'd be here.
We have a witness for you.
Get me some bandages and water.
He's one of your own. He's East Timor, for fuck's sake!
He helped the Indonesians take Balibo.
He's a traitor.
I don't care. Just get the bandages and water.
What's... what's he saying?
- What's he saying? - He keeps mentioning a fire.
What fire?
Where?
He say they dragged some bodies to the Chinese house.
Which Chinese house?
In Balibo.
Has he seen the journalists?
Is he talking about the journalists?
That's enough. That's enough.
That's enough. Just let him rest.
Here, here, here.
Can we get to Balibo?
I want to go to the house that he was talking about.
Is it possible?
Anything is possible.
By day, they occupy my land.
At night, they are cowards.
We would only just make it by dawn.
Chances are, we would be caught.
But let me know, old man,
if you decide...
you have the balls for it.
What is it?
It's "Foho Ramelau".
They sing it going into battle.
It's a war cry.
It sounds more like a love song.
Viva Timor-Leste!
Viva!
Viva Fretilin!
Viva!
At the time,
they Indonesian troops concentrate in the border.
And then they attacked Balibo in the morning.
At the time, there were 5 journalists in this house.
Because there were no stronghold of Fretilin fighters...
and they camped at Balibo.
We're not going to have enough light...
for an exposure for another 40 minutes.
They're coming.
Let's go.
Come on, come on.
Boys are back.
They're on their way. They're coming up the hill.
- How long will we have? - About half an hour.
There's not enough light.
Your reading?
One and a half stops, under, not even.
I think we should hide our exposed footage here,
- Greg? - That's a good idea.
Yeah, I've got some.
Yeah, I'm good, mate. I'm good now.
Okay, good. Gary, how are we looking?
Just one sec, mate.
Not just yet, I don't think.
Come on, let's just go. Let's just go, let's just go.
Let's go. Come on, quick.
Come on, get out of here! We leave now!
No, no, no. We need 10 minutes or so.
We leave now. Get in the car!
Not yet.
Hey! Hey!
Go, go, go.
Run it, run it, run it.
Not yet, not yet.
What's going on?
Go, go, go!
- How are we looking? - We got it.
Get down, get down.
There.
Greg, it's just over there.
It's no proof. It's no proof, Greg.
It's no proof.
- Shoot... film there. - I got it.
There!
Shit!
Shit.
Gary, there at the tree! On the left boys, there! There!
They're getting changed!
There Gary, get it!
They're getting changed near the tree.
- There, there, there, there! - Okay, I've got it.
Gary, they're getting fuckin' changed!
I've got it, mate. I've got it.
Have you fuckin' got it?
- Let's go! - Have you got it, Gary?
- Let's go! - Have you got it?
We are journalista!
Come on!
Get inside!
Come on! Come on!
Get in there and save yourself!
Come on!
Shut the door, mate.
Get in, Gary!
Breathe, breathe.
Just shhh.
Fuck... they're out there!
Quiet! Quiet!
They're outside. Be quiet.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
Shut up! Just...
It's okay.
What are you doing?
Someone has to talk to them, right?
Now stay right down.
Someone has to talk to them.
Journalist.
Australian.
Australians.
Australian press.
Journalist.
Australians.
Tony! You have to take the film.
You have to take the film and run.
Tony! Take the film and run! Fuckin' run!
We are journalists!
Journalist.
Journalist?
We rest here for 20 minutes.
20 minutes.
Quiet!
I will lead them away.
The river heads north,
heading at all times away from the front line.
Wait, wait, wait.
- Get going now. - Wait, wait!
- Senor East, glass of wine? - Yes, thank you.
Celebrate.
Good you came back.
Yes.
So better drink the best.
Otherwise other people come and they drink it,
and I don't know,
tomorrow, maybe they come over.
They take over.
What are you going to do?
Senor East, what can I do?
You could go into the mountains. The hills. You could hide.
I work in a hotel.
People need hotel to stay in.
Yes, but what about your daughter?
Juliana, I send to her grandmother.
Maybe tomorrow, they go in the hills to hide.
Good.
Not hungry?
How are you, Roger?
Fine.
It's good to see you.
I came to tell you that...
something remarkable has happened.
What's that?
My people have heard of your quest...
to discover the fate of your comrades.
They want the truth to be known.
Witnesses have come forward.
I have brought 3 of them to speak with you, to...
help you tell your story.
Thank you.
Roger, the invasion of Dili is imminent.
Our intelligence is accurate.
Kissinger and President Ford flew out of Jakarta this morning.
- Antonio. - Nice to meet you.
- Jordao. - Nice to meet you.
- Manuel. - And you.
Roger...
My colleagues, my government...
has...
chosen me to be a voice outside of Timor.
What does that mean?
I am leaving in an hour,
and you should come with me.
I know, I know. I know what you are thinking.
I know. You think I am a coward.
That I am abandoning my people.
But I am not.
I am laying down my life today because from now until the day I die,
I will not stop until there is justice for Timor.
Do you honestly think that you can save this country?
Yes, absolutely.
Yes.
Roger, it's time to go.
I have a seat for you on the flight. First get your interviews.
I will hold the plane until you are done.
I can't do it, mate.
If I leave, there'll be no journalists left.
Then who's going to tell your story?
It is not safe, Roger.
Good luck.
Juliana.
You've been practicing. Good.
Thank you.
What's that for?
It's a thank you.
Thank you, sweetie.
Bye.
3 militiamen, 2 of them teenagers,
came to me in Dili to talk about how they had witnessed...
5 Australian newsmen dying.
Their testimony was shattering in its simplicity...
and its directness.
The 5 were to die at sunrise,
only yards from a building...
which they believed to be a sanctuary when the battle was over.
They had dubbed it...
the Australian embassy,
painted Australia on its walls along with...
the likeness of an Australian flag.
It afforded them no protection.
They were executed within minutes of being captured.
Florentino. Take this down right away, okay?
This is Roger East,
reporting from Dili, East Timor.
With absolutely no international condemnation whatsoever,
including the Australian government,
the Indonesian army has today invaded Dili.
At this very moment,
they are trying to break into the office--
I'm an Australian! You mongrels. Let me go!
No!
I'm an Australian!
No!
No! Get off me!
Get off me!
Mongrels. Dogs.
No!
No.
I'm Australian.
I..
I have 24 years stories.
How long will that take you to record?
Senhora,...
Viva Falantil!
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