Mozerella! Naza!
This interview will be known as...
< statement... >
< 483. >
< The subject is Juliana da Costa, > < born in Dili, >
< and current resident of Maubisse. >
< Tetum, Mambai, > < Portuguese and English speaker. >
< Widow. >
< Four dependent children. >
Thank you.
Yes.
- Juliana, - Yes.
most of today we've been assembling information...
with regards to the events of December the 7th, 1975,
and I note here that you were in Dili on that day.
Yes.
Juliana.
Juliana,
was there anyone in the crowd that you can identify for us?
Yes.
A man.
Now...
I understand.
Okay, here we are.
Morning.
McGuire came by.
He wants you to meet him at the Darwin Hotel for lunch.
- Alright. - And there's a man here to meet you.
He's been waiting since before we opened.
- Who, that bloke? - Ah, yes.
- < Who is he? > - José Ramos-Horta.
I think that's what he said.
Would you get me a glass of water and some Aspro?
Tell him I'm busy.
Hmm...
Look at them.
< Two pieces of shit > < in matching shirts. >
This is not the only thing they have in common.
Those look very tasty.
I will steal two. I will steal two of these.
< I take one. I take one. >
Okay, one.
Like my secretary told you,
I'm busy.
No, obviously I see you're very, very busy.
But I...
I have come a long way to find you, Roger East.
Disappointed?
My name is José Ramos-Horta.
I am the East Timor Fretilin Government's...
Secretary of Foreign Affairs.
I have a proposition for you.
Here.
You look like you could use a real feed.
Come on then.
So this is where you plan to write your memoirs?
Yeah, if I could remember any of them.
You know, Roger, I have read much of your work.
Is that right?
Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah, yeah.
< I particularly enjoyed your ah, >
< condemnations of Kissinger > < and his kind. >
Mm-hmm.
Your coverage of the U.S. civil rights movement was not too bad.
< Very good. >
From Johannesburg you wrote about...
Rugby and cricket.
And apartheid.
You are well read.
I was in the navy up until 1944.
Then they, um,
discharged me.
Uh-oh.
- You know what for? - What?
- Psychotic tendencies. - What?
You're going to kill me in my sleep.
No, you're safe.
< Roger. >
Please allow me to... to speak to you openly.
Alright.
Fire away.
These...
things you are writing now, the work you do is bullshit.
You... you wrote with passion, huh?
With fire.
< About important things > < that matter to the world. >
I am offering you,
on behalf of my government,
a position as the head of our news agency.
The boss.
Full access to... to my country,
to my people, to tell our story.
- Run by the government. - No. No, no, no.
ETNA, the East Timor News Agency, is completely independent.
There is no such thing, my friend.
No.
No, perhaps not, but that is where you come in.
I don't come in anywhere.
< Aye, Roger. >
< Roger, Roger, Roger. >
My country...
has very, very little time.
Please, please consider this simple proposition,
if only for tonight.
While Indonesia denies any plans...
< to claim this nation as its own, >
< the Fretilin government in Dili > < believe otherwise. >
< Fretilin troops are preparing > < to defend Balibo... >
- < from this 300 year old... > - No!
- < Portuguese fort... > - No, Fernando, no!
< With nearby seas rich with > < oil and gas, >
< the question is, > < how long will it be... >
Okay, Roger. Okay, I have to go.
< This is Tony Maniaty for > < ABC Television. >
Thank you for your good company and a place to spend the night.
Hey. Hey, hey. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Hang on.
What's going on? What's happening?
Look, there is only a small window...
before your country closes down flights to our nation.
< In a few days, perhaps a few hours. >
Tell the world.
I've retired from that shit.
Hang on.
You need somebody younger.
Your country already sent young journalists.
Five of them.
< What are you talking about? >
< What five journalists? >
What journalists?
These young journalists.
Not that your government gives a shit now that they are missing.
< Take it. >
Bye, Roger.
Bye.
Roger East.
< I heard you just got back from Timor. >
< Can I come in? >
Well I'm glad to see the ABC...
is taking good care of you since your return.
Thanks.
So how was it over there?
< You know, Mr. Maniaty, >
sometimes it helps just to talk it out.
Look, the reason I came to talk to you is because that ah,
young chap, Horta,
has offered me a job running the East Timor Free Press.
Are you insane?
I wanted to get some information from you.
You don't want to be going in now. The Indonesians are going to invade...
So there are Indonesians warships off the coast?
Yes.
And the Indonesians are on the ground.
< They're not in uniforms, > < so you don't know who to trust. >
< There was shelling every day. >
We were just sitting in Dili waiting for the invasion,
and we didn't know when it was going to come. And...
- Why... why would you want to go? - For the same reason you were there.
Did you see any of the journalists from Channel 9...
or Channel 7 on your way out?
I saw Shackleton.
Right.
I told them it was too dangerous.
I warned them.
And what'd they say?
Hello?
Brian?
< Mal Rennie here. >
Oh, hello Mal.
We're off to East Timor.
< Seven's beat us to it. > < Packer's furious. >
< Get your shit together. > < We leave tomorrow. >
Okay, mate.
- You're still in bed? - Ah, yes I am, Malcolm.
See you tomorrow.
I will say no more on the subject of Timor.
< I'll leave it at that. >
But Prime Minister, what is Australia's position on East Timor?
I will not elaborate on the statement I made.
Yeah, hi Dad. It's Gary.
< Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'm good. >
< Look, I'm going to be > < heading overseas. >
< Oh, not long. > < Probably about a week or two. >
Oh, I don't know, Dad.
< Look, I'll write, okay? >
< Yeah. >
There are these five young journalists have gone missing.
- Hello, little man. Hello. - Hello, Daddy.
The Australian government is doing bugger all, as usual.
Come inside, my man.
They just say they're dead.
Draw me a little picture.
Make me a little present. A little going away present.
< Okay? >
So, um, Jim's got you on the big jobs, then.
Yes, and tomorrow we head off at 7 in the morning.
That's good for you.
Yeah, I think this is a good one.
I just want to go out there and see for myself.
Yeah. Well, three cigarettes?
No, I'm sitting this one out, mate.
Smart boy.
There she is.
So how far ahead is Shackleton do you think?
Oh, two days. Haven't beat us yet mate!
Talk to you later.
< Viva! >
Hello?
Welcome to the Hotel Turismo.
Hello, Senor East.
- < How are you? > - Very good, thank you.
What kind of fish is that?
Oh, this is piece called coco fish.
From Laklo River, south of here.
They swim up river to breed, before heading downstream, out to sea.
It's a very clever fish, you know?
Would you...
would you like to join me in a glass of wine?
No, no.
Please, sit. Sit down.
Thank you.
Is that your daughter?
Yes, that's Juliana.
< She's been a great, > < great help in the hotel. >
Yes, I know.
I ah, understand that there were some journalists here recently.
< Yes. >
They were sitting where you're sitting.
< Only three weeks ago. >
- Where were they going? - Ah, I think they go to Balibo.
This is Dili, where we are,
< and this is Balibo > < near the Indonesian border. >
Ramos-Horta arranged it.
- Horta? - Yes.
Well, I think we might get going, actually.
Tony. Tony!
No, no, no. I appreciate your enthusiasm.
Tonight drink, eat. Tomorrow we go.
Oh, maybe one more hour.
Senor East? You enjoy your meal?
- Yes, it was excellent. - < That's good. >
< Juliana, can you bring > < the glass and the bottle? >
Wait a minute.
- That's for you. - Thank you.
< It's an Australian coin. >
Here, let me teach you.
Keep your thumb straight,
and just use your flumb...
You just use your thumb to flick it, alright?
< Perfect. >
Well done.
Who's that?
That is the Queen of England.
What's she doing on it?
That's a very good question.
< I think your friends > < left some bag behind. >
So, ah, so he knows where we're going?
- No. - Perfect.
Yes. He will take you up there.
- Alright. We'll see you soon. - Okay. Okay.
Okay, have fun.
We're away!
Bye bye!
You didn't tell me...
< that you took the first group > < of journalists up to Balibo. >
I didn't?
No.
Oh.
Well yes, yes, I arranged for the first group to travel to Balibo,
- Ah! - But only if it was safe.
So who drove them?
A man named Ximines.
Anything else you've forgotten to tell me?
No.
< Obrigado. >
Look, Roger.
Look. Mango.
Our nation's most famous aphrodisiac.
Hmm?
- I think I'm a bit past that, mate. - Are you?
- This Ximines chap. - Mm?
Was he with the journalists in Balibo?
He's in Maubara, half a day's journey.
How do I get there?
Roger, please.
It's very dangerous.
There's very important work to do in Dili.
How do I get there?
Okay.
We make a deal.
I will take you to Maubara, okay?
I will show you.
And then we go back to Dili and you run our news agency.
Deal?
Okay, Maubara it is.
Now it's quiet.
Very quiet.
Some say deceptively so.
< But just 50 kilometres away, > < on the border between Indonesia, >
< guerilla fighting continues. >
Maubara.
Maubara. 2-1-2. Two.
- Great, Greg. - Keep going.
Maubara, 1-2, 1-2. Alright.
Just watch the radio there.
They are returning from the frontlines.
< Long before a war officially begins, > < there are frontlines to defend. >
< We stay here the night. >
< Tomorrow we find Ximines. >
< Roger, this way. >
Okay, come on, come on, let's go.
Okay, okay. Camera's rolling. And...
There's marshal music in between his words.
Is his speech very warlike?
Does he talk a lot about fighting?
Yeah, he has talked long time for fighting.
Only fighting.
And hoping that people will listen to the radio.
And when Fretilin broadcasts, what does Fretilin say?
The Fretilin say we are not Communists.
Great. Gary?
Yeah, good-oh. Happy.
STEWART: Happy.
Okay, fantastic. Thank you very much, everybody.
Obrigado. Obrigado.
Say thank you to these people?
What is this?
Indonesian propaganda.
What are they saying?
They say they know an Australian journalist has arrived in Dili.
They look forward to slitting his throat when they find him.
Okay goodnight, Roger.
Very funny.
Okay, what were they really saying?
Horta?
Roger!
Good morning.
What's going on, mate?
The Indonesians are advancing. Everyone is retreating to Dili.
I found Ximines.
Let me talk to him.
I found him, huh? Ten minutes.
- Ok. - No, five minutes.
- Alright, alright. - Five minutes,
- because we have to go. - As much as I can have.
Are you right to go now?
- Pronto. - Alright, jump in.
You speak English?
Yes, he speaks English. But I will translate for him.
I'm looking for five Australian journalists.
Have you seen them?
- Yes, he knows. - Where?
He was... he was their driver.
He took the group up from Dili to Balibo.
< This was three weeks ago. >
He took them to Balibo. He waited and he waited.
They would not come.
They would not retreat.
Okay, we have to go.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. No, no, no, no.
So it's possible, it's possible that they're still alive, right?
Is it possible?
Maybe go to mountain.
Okay.
I want you to draw me a map.
- Roger... - Understand?
the Indonesians are invading.
- We have to go. - A map.
- Everyone is retreating. - Please.
Draw me a map of Balibo.
Here is Balibo.
The Fort Portuguese is here.
< Indonesia attack from here. >
But first, we walk to Maliana.
There is a school mission...
School mission.
< Baras, Baras >.
- That's it. Okay. - Okay.
- How do we get there? - The mission school?
Yes.
It's impossible.
It's impossible, Roger. All of the roads are blocked.
Well how long would it take to walk there?
To walk?
12, 14 hours journey, walking. For me.
And you're an old man.
And you're a young man, so you set the pace.
Just get a couple of shots of those huts there and see what you get.
Just the huts?
Shackleton.
Tony Maniaty, ABC.
- I was hoping we'd run into you. - How did you know we were here?
It's all over the Indonesian radio. They're not happy we're here, mate.
Fretilin's preparing to defend Balibo,
- < but I don't like their chances. > - < That's where we're headed. >
< We're off there. > < We're going to Balibo. >
The Indonesian warships off the coast.
Choppers circling overhead, mortar fire...
Well, did you film it?
< No, we didn't have a chance. >
< We had to get out > < of there in a hurry. >
Look Shackleton, it's not worth it.
Believe me or don't believe me, but it's just not safe there.
Well outside Balibo.
Is there anywhere else we can film the invasion from?
Let's go, boys.
CUNNINGHAM : Can you, ah...
Can you take this back to Dili Airport for us?
Thanks, mate.
Sure.
Here we go. You got your bathers on, boys?
Welcome.
Greg Shackleton. Channel 7. How are ya?
Padre Silva.
G'day, Father. Gary. Gary Cunningham.
- You're very welcome. - Thanks for having us.
- Hi, Tony Stewart. - Silva. Welcome.
Good to meet ya.
So, ah, what's happening here, Father?
< Where are these people going? >
SILVA: Refugees fleeing from the border.
And you're staying here?
How could I ever leave this?
So I hear you've got a swimming pool.
Yeah, where's that?
Ah, well it's up the back.
This way? This way! This way!
STEWART: I'll just get the bags.
What happened to your finger?
Nothing.
Sorry, fellas.
Cheers, mate.
Welcome to Timor.
Cheers, Mal.
So, Channel 7 beat you to it.
Well not yet, mate.
< Plenty of time to catch up. >
Maybe you should just stick around here for a while.
Well there's no point just sitting around here...
< filming bloody Fretilin > < walking around. >
Where's Shackleton?
The border?
That's where the story is. That's where we're going.
No, but Shackleton's crazy.
He's just doing his job.
Yeah, and we can't let him get out of there before we do.
We do have a driver José said he would take us there.
José?
Horta?
With some of the soldiers, so we should be...
Thank you for your concern, Tony.
Has he said that he'll protect you?
Ah, in a sense.
I... yeah.
In and out.
Malcolm, in and out. Malcolm.
Do you hear that?
Huh?
- Helicopter? - Yes.
Is that one of yours?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Ah!
Here we are, boys.
Yeah, this Balibo.
No, stay in the car. Just stay in the car.
Australian.
Hello.
Sabika.
Greg Shackleton, Channel 7.
STEWART: Greg, can we get out?
SHACKLETON Ah, do you mind if my men get out of the car?
Yeah, please.
- From Australia? - Yes.
- How are you? - I'm very well.
- G'day. - Welcome.
How're you going, mate? Tony Stewart.
We spoke to José Horta.
Yes. I did get the message, but the situation here is very tense.
Okay, well I think that suits us.
Do you mind if we ah... our camera equipment?
< Camera equipment. >
Yeah, of course.
I can send some of my soldiers to help you.
Mister.
Cigarette.
Yeah. Oh, you want one?
- Yeah, thank you. - Yeah, go ahead.
A 60 man Fretilin garrison is here and there are rumours...
There are rumours that Indonesian soldiers...
are making their way up the road from Batugade.
Ready to go.
Alright, three, two,...
The buildings here are deserted, and strewn with rubbish,
yet the spectacular flowers and flame trees remain.
The 60 man Fretilin garrison is here,
< and there are rumours > < that Indonesian soldiers... >
< are making their way > < up the road from Batugade. >
We spoke to one soldier today...
who believes that a potion given to him by his family...
Go! Go! Go!
You alright?
Are you shot?
No, I'm alright. It's my ankle.
You're very graceful.
< You're okay. >
Oh my God.
Oh, that was fucking crazy.
- Okay. - < I want to go. >
I want to go.
- Now you want to go back, huh? - < Yeah. >
Yeah, you see how dangerous it is. I told you.
< You didn't believe me. >
< Okay. >
We're going to walk.
There should be a village about half a kilometre.
We walk there, they have a vehicle.
- We get in the vehicle ... - No, no.
No, no, we go back to the Dili and we start a news agency.
No, when I said I wanted to go, I mean I want to go home.
I want to go to Australia.
I can't do this, mate.
< I told you you need > < somebody younger. >
You're alright. You're okay. We'll go back to Dili.
- We go back to Dili. < - No. >
- < We made a deal. > - I'm sorry...
I showed you this.
I told you that I would bring you here...
and that you would run the agency.
- I can't do it. - I brought you here.
< I can't do it. >
Okay.
Huh?
And your journalists?
Somebody else will find out about them.
What about my country? What about what is happening, huh?
- < What about my country? > - That's your problem.
That's your problem.
Okay, my problem. My problem.
< Okay, my problem. >
Well, did you happen to notice...
< that the helicopter that > < tried to kill us was American? >
No, I was too busy trying not to get shot.
Ah, well it was.
< Supplied by the American government. >
< And how did the Indonesians pay > < for such a marvellous machine of war? >
< Pounds, Roger. British money. >
< And how did this > < very expensive American helicopter >
< find us in the middle of nowhere? >
< Hmm? >
< Intelligence provided > < by your Australian government. >
They know you are here, Roger,
because your country told them you are here.
Just like they told them about the journalists.
Don't you think this would be at the highest levels of security, hmm?
In a war one hour away that your government has signed off on?
And Australians are in danger, hmm?
Right, everyone okay? Tony?
We stay here tonight.
It's safe.
Safe enough.
It's a famous legend.
The birth of our country.
We want to ask,
why the Indonesians invade our country?
Why the Portuguese doesn't help us?
Well,
we are three journalists here.
We are going to find out why and try and help to find out.
< We'll try very hard to find out > < some answers for you. >
Something happened here last night which moved us very deeply.
Something so far removed from our experience as Australians,
and yet so inextricably interwoven within...
the atmosphere of this place...
that we'll find it very difficult to convey to you.
Sitting on woven mats...
under a thatched roof, in a hut with no walls,
we were the target...
of a barrage of questioning from men who know they may die tomorrow,
and cannot understand why the rest of the world does not care.
Why, they ask,
are the Indonesians invading us?
Why, they ask,
if the Indonesians believe that Fretilin is Communist...
do they not send a delegation to Dili to find out?
Why, they ask,
are the Australians not helping us?
When the Japanese invaded, they did help us.
Who, they ask,
will pay for the terrible damage to our homes?
My main answer was that Australia would not send forces here.
That's impossible.
However, I said we could ask...
that this fighting is raised at the United Nations.
That was possible.
At that, the second in command rose to his feet and exclaimed,
"Comrade journalist".
He shook my hand, the rest shook my hand,
and we were applauded because we are Australians.
That's all they want,
for the United Nations to care about what is happening here.
The emotion here last night was so strong,
that we, all three of us,
felt we should be able to reach out into the warm night air and touch it.
Greg Shackleton, from an unnamed village,
which we will remember forever,
in Portuguese Timor.
You alright?
Yeah, mate.
Oh God.
No.
Oh God.
Savages.
Savages!
Savages.
Roger.
Yeah, mm, 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? - Hmm?
- Fretilin? - Yeah.
Heads up, boys.
It's okay. It's okay, Brian. It's Greg Shackleton at 7.
Channel 9 are here.
Oh, fuck!
- < What are they doing here? > - Fucking hell.
I'm not getting out, Greg.
You are colleagues, huh?
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.
Huh? 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.
Ha, you went left.
CUNNINGHAM : 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 five 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 five white journalists that died, huh?
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 five 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?
Huh? Well you know what?
You may not care and your readers may not care.
But you know who did care? Those five 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.
Oh, 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, two 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.
Adios!
Hmm,
I think I spelt it wrong.
Hang on, what have I done?
No, you're right.
- Oh 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 five 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?
Oh, one and a half stops, under, not even.
I think we should hide our exposed footage here,
- Greg? - That's a good idea.
STEWART: Yeah, I've got some.
Yeah, I'm good, mate. I'm good now.
Okay, good. Ah, 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. >
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.
Shhh, shhh.
Oh, fuck... they're out there!
Shhh, quiet! Quiet!
They're outside. Be quiet.
Shhh.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Shhh! Shut up! Just shhh.
Shhh.
It's okay.
What are you doing?
Someone has to talk to them, right?
Now stay right down.
Someone has to talk to them.
Shhh.
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, huh?
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?
Oh, 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 three 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.
< Oh, you've been practicing. Good. >
< Thank you. >
< What's that for? >
It's a thank you.
Thank you, sweetie.
Bye.
Three militiamen, two of them teenagers,
< came to me in Dili to talk > < about how they had witnessed... >
five Australian newsmen dying.
< Their testimony was shattering > < in its simplicity... >
< and its directness. >
< The five 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.
< No. >
I'm Australian.
I..
I have 24 years stories.
How long will that take you to record?
< Senhora >,...
Viva Falantil!