The Year of Living Dangerously Page #2

- Curtis and Wally have got reputations.

They can't be ignored.

Your only way in is personal contacts.

Potter sabotaged you.

You want me to shoot myself?

Ten years I've waited for this,

and if I mess it up...

they'll send me back to the news room

in Sydney, and that's a graveyard.

If you could get

any interview you want...

excluding one with Sukarno,

who would it be?

- The leader of the Communist Party.

- I'll get it.

I can get you to him tomorrow.

- He doesn't give interviews.

- He does when he needs to.

He's a friend of mine.

I've already spoken to him about you.

- Why are you on speaking terms with...

- If you want it...

it's yours.

It should make quite a stir

internationally.

If you can get me to Aidit, I'll give

you all the film work you can handle.

Exclusive.

That's great, old man. That's what

I've always wanted, a real partnership.

Why the break to me?

Why not Potter?

I didn't like him.

We'll make a great team.

You, for the words;

me, for the pictures.

I can be your eyes.

- Thank you very much, Mr. Aidit.

- Let's go, Guy!

We'll keep in touch!

I'll take this straight

to the airport.

- You'll be rushing to catch the flight.

- I'll make it.

If you shot that out of focus,

I'll kill you.

You worry about the words,

Hamilton.

Identification:
Guy Hamilton

in Jakarta. Lead-in for story.

Exclusive interview with head

of the Indonesian Communist Party.

Piece begins in five seconds.

"Sukarno has yielded to the

demands of Communist Party members...

"in Indonesian cabinet that

a 'Fifth Force' is to be established."

- That's bullshit!

- The worrying thing is...

it's well-written bullshit,

and it's right here in my paper.

My paper wants me to match it.

Here they are now.

Sir Guy and the Black Dwarf.

Congratulations, Hamilton.

You've squeezed the test match

into two columns.

Sorry about that.

- Want a beer?

- Great.

Ali!

You really think Sukarno's gonna let

the Commies have their own army?

- That's what Aidit said.

- Aidit's lying.

- Maybe.

- Why report it?

- Maybe he isn't.

- You know why he let you interview him?

No. Tell us, Pete.

Because he knew a more experienced

journalist wouldn't have even filed it.

Really, Pete?

If Aidit told you he had a toothache,

you'd file it.

You've been after him for months

trying to get him to tell you something.

The story stinks, and you know it.

Sukarno's not stupid.

He lets the Communists have arms, and

we'll have a civil war here tomorrow.

- Yeah, that's right.

- There better not be.

- I'm gettin' married in December.

- Don't lose any sleep over it.

This story's bullshit,

and when I file...

I'm gonna piss on it

from a great height, mate.

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