Balibo Page #4

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 f*** about

That'll hit the back page

of the f***in' 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 f***ing joke?

- and your f***in' 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 f***ing

coward that cares...

only for yourself

and your f***ing career.

All you're doing is

standing here scared shitless...

because you're a pathetic old f***ing

fool that cares only for f***ing...

You little f***ing...

You f***ing little sh*t!

I will f***ing kill you.

I will kill you!

F***ing little sh*t!

Come here!

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!

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 f***'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?

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!

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!

Sh*t!

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

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 f***in' changed!

I've got it, mate. I've got it.

Have you f***in' 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, f***...

they're out there!

Shhh, quiet! Quiet!

They're outside.

Be quiet.

Shhh.

Oh, f***, f***, f***, f***!

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.

Australians.

Australian press.

Journalist.

Australians.

Tony!

You have to take the film.

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