"For the second time this year, the centres of Australia's capital cities were brought to a standstill as tens of thousands of demonstrators marched to express their opposition to the war in Vietnam." "In Melbourne..." "Certainly very impressive." "...led by Dr. Jim Cairns, sat down and listened as 25-year-old Vietnam veteran Geoffrey Westmore read out the names of more than 400 Australians killed in the war." "Private BP Watson, 10 November..." "Some of those names would be friends of Phil's." "Private EH Nilsen, 14 November..." "Let's hope Gorton and company are watching this." "In Melbourne, police said that..." "It might help when they read that paper of yours." "But in Sydney and Adelaide, there were hundreds of arrests as violence flared along the route of the march." "Yes?" "Were you asleep?" "I was, actually." "Where are you?" "At home." "I had tried calling a couple of times earlier, but you were out." "Having dinner, were you?" "Have you heard from Phil?" "That's what I'm ringing about, actually." "He's out of the army." "What?" "Well, I only found out because one of your letters to him came back here saying he wasn't there." "Is he alright?" "Where is he?" "I don't know where he is." "According to the army, he's having some treatment for, um a minor problem with his eardrum, but otherwise, he's fine." "Surely they must have..." "known where he was going?" "The address he gave was here, our place." "But he didn't even leave a message." "There must be something else." "Look, uh, I won't talk anymore now." "I'll ring you in the morning." "Why?" "I woke you up, that's all." "She's there, isn't she?" "Are you by yourself?" "You still never give a direct answer, do you?" "Alright, yes, she's here." "I'm at her place." "Well, why did you say you were at home?" "There didn't seem to be any point." "There was never any point telling me anything, was there?" "You know that's not true." "Well, I'm going to start ringing the army people down here too." "Yeah." "I'll call you if I find out anything." "Goodnight, then." "Is she alright?" "Oh, yeah." "Why did you ring her up at this hour of the night?" "I don't know." "Couldn't sleep." "Worrying about Phil?" "Not just Phil." "The policy paper." "You're not getting cold feet?" "It'll be a kind of career harakiri." "I'm on the outer as it is." "It does happen to be politically in their interests, if only they realised it." "Yeah." "It's not only pulling out of Vietnam, it's the whole alliance, the fact that the Yanks have treated us like second-class citizens all along." "And the facts are there, but nobody wants to see them." "You've got to stick your neck out some time." "I wonder where Phil is." "The army would have let you know if anything serious was wrong." "Yes." "But what sort of judges are the army about the effects of a war like this?" "You've got to put in that paper, haven't you?" "You're not going to want to live with yourself if you don't." "And I don't think I'd want to live with you either." "The PM wants you." "Ah." "A summons at last." "Good luck." "I'll need more than luck." "There's no way Hanoi will go with it while Thieu's still in office." "That's always been one of their conditions." "Just got a message from the White House." "Nixon's announcing details of a proposed truce in about an hour." "When did this come through?" "Literally in the last few minutes." "Basically it's a standstill ceasefire to allow peace negotiations to get going, mutual withdrawal of North Vietnamese and Allied forces..." "Here's the clarification." "Laos, Cambodia and South Vietnam" "OK'd the plan when it was first mooted six months ago." "Jesus." "This is like a deja vu of March '68." "We weren't given the courtesy of a telex that time when LBJ announced the peace negotiations and the bombing freeze." "We heard about it in the press." "I don't think that's particularly helpful at the moment, Doug." "With respect, I do think we need to take a serious look at this." "We are in there with the Americans." "We need to know what they're doing." "We are just not being told." "What exactly are you saying, Doug?" "We all know from your paper you've got your doubts about Vietnam." "You're beginning to sound now like you've got your doubts about the American alliance." "I think that we should protest about this repeated lack of consultation." "Surely we can at least be given the opportunity to express our own opinion?" "I'm not sure the State Department would appreciate your tone of voice, Doug." "Oh, for God's sake!" "We are a sovereign state." "I mean, we just can't echo everything America says." "Calm down, Doug." "We're all Australians here." "I also believe that we should settle on a date for the complete withdrawal of our taskforce." "We are phasing things down, Doug." "We're not replacing the 8th battalion." "I really don't think the South Vietnamese Army can last long on their own." "I think they can." "I think they will prove a paper tiger." "What's your evidence for that?" "The war is being lost, even with the Americans, because they have lost the support of the Vietnamese people and of their own people back home." "Now, Nixon knows this." "He is pulling out because, politically, he has to." "We are in the same boat." "We're not wholly locked into political expediency, Doug." "We're not in Vietnam to win votes." "Right." "Yeah, alright." "They are pulling out also because, militarily, they have to." "The war is unwinnable." "Which means that our troops are over there dying for no reason." "I think we're being sidetracked." "We need to give strong support to this peace initiative." "And we need to reiterate our commitment to hold our ground." "Now, let's see if we can flesh something out." "Right." "I've got some notes here that might help." "Slow down a bit." "Oh, you can talk." "Mmm, I can, actually." "More fluently than you when you're drunk." "How does it feel to be ahead of your time?" "Like Nostradamus, probably." "Well, good on you, anyway." "Even if you are banging your head up against a brick wall." "And what are you doing drinking with this old Tory?" "Trying to get him plastered." "Good." "That's what he needs." "Word travels." "The Government is leaking like a sieve." "It's sinking." "Slowly but surely, sinking." "It's open." "He doesn't seem a very lucky person." "Phil Goddard." "Hello, mate." "Oh, mate." "How are you, mate?" "I'm good." "I'm good." "I wouldn't mind a bit of light on the subject, though." "Of course." "I'll turn this off, eh?" "Hey, grab us both a beer, will you?" "What, through here?" "Yeah." "How long have you been back?" "You out?" "Oh, not long." "They kicked me out." "You're in one piece, mate." "That's good news." "There you go, mate." "Thanks." "Do you want a smoke?" "No." "When'd you take that up?" "Oh, I figured if I could survive a war," "I could risk a bit of smoke in my lungs." "We're under the flight path." "It's a bit of a dump." "Haven't had time to do it up yet." "Have to go into hospital for operations every so often." "How's it going?" "Oh, they're not gonna get me out of this." "I don't notice any difference." "How about you?" "Killing time." "Yeah." "I don't know." "I can't get used to it." "I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, you know." "I think I'm there." "The noises are different, though, and the smells." "I realise where I am." "Yeah, I had that for a while, waking up and thinking I was still there." "Then I'd try and get up." " Hello, Phil." " Remember Le?" "Hi." "Did you ask about the beer?" "Yes." "I think they understand." "Have you got an ashtray?" "Uh, yeah." "In the kitchen, mate." "It was a niner, right, not an eighteener?" " A niner." " Yeah." "You have to come along, mate." "Some of the old cricket team are coming round on Saturday arvo." "I was the wily off spinner." "Ashley Mallett had nothing on me." "And no-one could ever pick my wrong 'un." "Chuck us an orange, Le." "Grab one for yourself." "Yeah." "Alright?" "This is a wrong 'un." "A wrong one?" "What's a right one?" "No, remember that diagram I drew for you, right?" "The ball bounces, goes towards the stumps, that's the off break." "When it spins the other way it's called a 'wrong 'un' 'cause it's unexpected." "OK, I become a spin bowler." "Gradually educating her, mate." "You stay for dinner, Phil?" "No." "I..." "I got something on." "If you come on Saturday, it's nice." "Because I don't know anyone else." "You're the one that wanted to have it." "Yeah, so you can see your old friends." "Sort of a... back-from-the-dead get-together, let people know I'm still here." "I haven't had many visitors since I got back." "Not that I wanted any." "I'll go, then." "Oh, I don't mean you, you bastard." "Yeah, alright, I'll come." "Good one." "Mrs Goddard, it's out of my hands." "I'm simply not at liberty to divulge personnel files." "Surely I can at least find out the extent of his injury." "Well, as I told you before, his injury is listed as minor - a perforated eardrum." "Well, how can I find out where he is?" "Mrs Goddard, excuse me for asking, but were you on good terms with your son?" "Of course I was." "We've always been a... a close family." "Well, as I informed your husband, the only contact address he left was your former residence in Canberra." "So we have no additional information as to his whereabouts whatsoever." "Where do his pension cheques go to?" "They're paid directly into his Canberra bank account." "And of course, he can draw on those wherever he is in Australia." "I'm sorry, Mrs Goddard." "I really can't be of any more help." "Was it your mum?" "Yeah." "The army doesn't know where Phil is either." "It's crazy." "I don't know what we can do." "What do you reckon?" "A bit obscure." "Don't you like it?" "Well, a lot of people aren't gonna get it, that's all." "Like me." "We're not all as well educated as you, you know." "Do you think he really is gonna push out Gorton?" "Yeah." "Just a matter of time." "It's hot." "Sorry." "Serge!" "Hi." "The door was open." "Um..." "Well, what are you doing here?" "I thought I'd come down for the day." "Call in and say hi." "How about you stay the night?" "We'd be pretty unlucky if the cops gave us a visit today." "I don't know." "I'd feel a bit awkward staying here." "Why?" "'Cause of you and Miles." "Oh, I told you." "That finished ages ago." "It was never anything, anyway." "G'day, Serge." "How are you?" "Good." "Good, thanks, Miles." "How are you?" "Alright?" "Great." "Great." "Good." "Um..." "I..." "I am actually really tired." "I went to talk to this peace group in Orange last night." "Didn't get back till nearly four o'clock." "What's the mood like in the country?" "Places like Orange would be pretty hostile, wouldn't they?" "Oh, no." "There's some fairly active groups in some of the bigger country towns." "Well, why don't you come up to my room and get a couple of hours sleep?" "Keep up the good work." "Yeah." "OK." "Oh, it's so good to see you." "Is it?" "I almost didn't come, you know." "Guess what?" "I met this guy who does gardening around this area." "I'm going to start working for him next week." "Great." "Well, that means I can stop working at that sleazy bar." "What's the matter?" "Who's the guy?" "Oh, God, Serge." "He's a Buddhist." "He's into celibacy." "Maybe that's what I should be." "Mmm, certainly feels like it." "Actually, I'm getting less tired by the minute." "Yeah?" "How long was I asleep?" "A couple of hours." "Was it a bad dream?" "They're always bad." "It's nice waking up to you, though." "Be good to get a place together now, wouldn't it?" "Don't you think?" "I'm not sure." "Why not?" "Oh, maybe it's easier just having our own places." "I thought that you said things had finished with Miles." "They have." "I'm just enjoying living here, being able to be on my own when I want to." "It's having breathing space after being trapped in Canberra for so many years." "You going out with someone else at the moment?" "You've got a one-track mind." "No." "No-one especially." "Oh, right." "So there is someone casual, right?" "Oh, God, Serge." "I go out with a few people - like you do." "I just thought..." "it's so easy between us." "I thought, you know, maybe it's time we started to do something a bit more serious." "Sounds like a funeral, doesn't it?" "Yeah, it does a bit." "Let's just see what happens." "I'm feeling really good about things at the moment." "And I do like being with you, so there's no need to get paranoid." "I won't." "Just jealous." "Some of these other ones are getting burnt." "Turn them over." "The sausages, OK?" "What's the favourite?" "Well Oiled." "Even money." "Hey, what's Laurie backed?" "Bold Nile." "Oh, at 10s." "Laurie?" "Yeah?" "Yours is 10 to 1." "Right." "What's his wife's name again?" "Le." "Good lay, you reckon?" "Bit of decorum, Des." "You're a married man." "Oh, look, we can all dream, mate." "Give us the tongs." "Go get the salad, OK?" "Mmm." "They reckon 50% of the blokes over there got the clap three or four times over." " Keep it clean." " I didn't mean her." "Must be hard for her, having to speak English all the time, not having anyone around who speaks whatever they speak over there." "It's Chinese." "It's not Chinese, you bloody idiot." "They speak Chinese in China." "Vietnamese." "Same difference." "As far as the big money's been concerned, it's all been with Well Oiled." "And the only one confidently supported..." "You got dressing?" "Yes." "In the fridge." "That's mayonnaise." "Do you know what dressing is?" "Dressing?" "For the salad." "Vinegar." "Do you know vinegar?" "Oil?" "No vinegar." "I'll have to go to the corner shop and get some." "Can't serve lettuce without dressing." "I go." "You can't go." "You're the hostess." "Tell Laurie not to serve the meat till I get back." "Enjoying yourself?" "Mmm." "Yes." "You like it here, do you?" "Yes." "Because it's peace." "No, it's true, I still get nervous before any demo." "I can't stop thinking about Kent State." "For example, I was at that demo in 1969 in Melbourne, outside the American embassy and a bunch of clowns started chucking ball bearings at the police horses and the police, quite naturally enough, started riding into the crowd." "It was absolutely..." "Do you want a drink?" "Yes, please." "It was absolutely terrifying." "And then this crazy anarchist with a huge red beard, called Lindsay Smith, got up the flagpole..." "Hi, Deb." "Hello." "Hello, Rotter." "Hi." "Oh, hi!" "You coming on the march?" "It doesn't seem like a betrayal now Phil isn't there anymore." "Have you spoken to Dad?" "Yes." "No news." "Ohh." "I'm going to try the repat hospital." "Oh, well, I'll come with you." "Right." "Went and saw 'Five Easy Pieces' last night." "Jack Nicholson was fantastic." "You should have come." "I went out to dinner after my Italian class." "Who with?" "Don't be so nosy." "I'm not." "I'm just interested, that's all." "It was just one of the other students." "Was he nice?" "Quite." "Bit of a one-track mind." "Just wanting to get you into bed." "He did have one other topic of conversation." "He's into sports cars." "Ohh!" "He's got this old MG that he kept raving on about all night." "You gonna see him again?" "I haven't decided." "He's quite good-looking." "Serge isn't going on the march, is he?" "Mmm." "He's going to wear that mask." "It's still taking a chance." "No, we'll march either side of him." "Bodyguards." "Bouncers." ""We shall overcome some day"" ""Oh, deep in my heart"" ""I do believe"" ""We shall overcome some day"" ""We shall overcome"" ""We shall overcome"" ""We shall overcome some day-ay-ay-ay"" ""Oh, deep in my heart"" ""I do believe"" ""We shall overcome some day."" "Ho, ho, Ho Chi Minh!" "Ho, ho, Ho Chi Minh!" "Ho, ho, Ho Chi Minh!" "Ho, ho, Ho Chi Minh!" "Ho, ho, Ho Chi Minh!" "Ho, ho, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war." "Stop the war, stop the war..." "Prefer to risk it, Bob." "You prefer to risk it." "Good luck." "That means that you're a sporting type and you're going to take a chance." "Alright, here we go." "Your opponent is out of earshot and I have five questions here for you." "What is meant by the term 'hyperbole'?" "Bullshit." "It's an exaggerated statement, used..." "Yeah, that's good." "Used where?" "Go on." "Used in literature and poetry to..." "Figure of speech." "Very good." "Like, for instance?" "I stood there for an hour in George Street." "They were still going by." "What sort of people were there?" "People like my mother and sister." "You saw them?" "Mm-hm." "Singing away." "They see you?" "Nah." "Where's Le?" "Oh, she went to get some chocolate." "Reckon I got addicted to it over there." "It wasn't just dope people got stuck on." "She's been a while, hasn't she?" "Maybe she saw your car." "What do you mean by that?" "You frighten her, that's all." "Not that she says anything." "She'll get used to you." "I did." "Hello, Phil." "I got beer as well." "Hey, you shouldn't carry things like that." "You'll do your back in and end up like me." "Here." "You like a beer?" "Yeah." "I'll do the honours." "You don't have a girl?" "Had one for a while, didn't I?" "Yes." "Once bitten, twice shy." "Sorry." "When will you be finished?" "Tests will be about an hour." "Then an hour's physio, I suppose." "We'll pick you up." "No." "Come off it." "I've got nothing else to do." "I'm alright." "You go and do the shopping." "I like to be with you." "Jesus!" "I'm not helpless, you know." "OK." "You want to go shopping?" "Sure." "Hear that?" "You got a ride to the shops as well." "What are you doing?" "Taking pictures." "Are you taking them of me?" "You're a pretty lady." "I don't like you do that." "You're embarrassed." "I wish you didn't do it, that's all." "I can do it." "Are you sure?" "How else am I supposed to build up my wrists, eh?" "I'm sorry." "Definitely no Philip Goddard." "OK." "Thanks for checking anyway." "Mum." "The man in the wheelchair." "See?" "Yes." "It is him." "Well, it's a start, isn't it?" "Hey, listen, everybody!" "Gorton's gone." "Been predicting it for months, but the crazy thing is it was a tied ballot and Gorton used his own vote - his own vote, his casting vote - to chuck himself out." "Well, don't you see?" "William McMahon." "Fantastic cartoon material." "We think we know how to find Phil." "Well, that's great news." "We'll have to go back to that hospital and see if they'll give us his address." "Yep." "Hello." "Is this Laurie Fellows' house?" "Yes." "We're looking for Philip Goddard." "I'm his mother and this is his sister." "We were hoping Laurie might be able to help us." "He and Phil were friends in Vietnam." "Oh." "Come in." "Mrs Goddard, is it?" "Evelyn." "Megan." "The little sister." "He told me all about you." "What did he say?" "Just that you were a bit of a wild one." "Have you seen Phil?" "He's been back quite a while and he's never got in touch with us." "It's a long time since I knew him." "I, uh... finished my tour early." "Have a seat." "You haven't heard anything?" "People talking about him?" "Haven't seen many people since I got back." "Can we offer you a cup of coffee, cup of tea?" "Yes, I put the kettle on." " Alright." "Thank you." " That's Le, by the way." "Hello." "Hi." "Old Phil." "He always wrote to us, right up until the last couple of months before he came back." "We're worried that..." "maybe he needs help." "Phil's got a thick skull." "Thick skin." "I suppose you think it was a bit of a shambles." "A bit of a waste." "The war." "I think our views changed a lot." "I always thought it was probably good for us to be supporting South Vietnam at first." "Next domino, eh?" "And what?" "Don't you think Thailand will be next?" "Then Malaysia?" "Indonesia?" "I think the Vietnamese just want to sort out their own country." "I don't think they want to conquer anyone else." "Communism's not just one country, though, is it?" "Peter Deacon." "Nice to meet you." "Serge Sheltema." "What's going to happen is Bill Peach will introduce the program and then we'll cut to Canberra, with Paul Murphy, Senator Greenwood." "Then they'll cut back to us." "You'll be on this camera over here and we'll get a cue." "So if you just relax for a minute and..." "Five, four, three, two, one." "Action!" "Good evening." "Tonight in a hook-up between Canberra and Sydney, we give the attorney-general, Ivor Greenwood, the chance to come face-to-face with a young man who for many months has foiled all attempts by the police to arrest him." "Here's Paul Murphy in Canberra." "Senator Greenwood, to a lot of Australians, it seems that so-called 'draft dodgers' are thumbing their noses at the law." "They appear frequently in public, they give speeches, they make appearances at meetings and the like." "But the police can't catch them." "Well, the police have a very difficult task, because these people, unlike other criminals, enjoy a measure of popularity with the community." "Especially from us." "But the important thing for members of the public to remember who do help these people is that they are lawbreakers." "And by helping them, people are themselves guilty of breaking the law." "Senator, I'd like you now to look at the monitor from our Sydney studios." "It took us about three hours to locate this draft resister who supposedly the police have been sparing no expense searching for for several months." "Serge Sheltema, you've heard what the attorney-general has had to say." "Do you have any response to that?" "Yes, well, Mr Greenwood describes us as lawbreakers and criminals." "Um, I'd say his government are the criminals for sending Australian troops to Vietnam." "And I'd say that in opposing our country's involvement in the Vietnam War, we are in fact refusing to break much more fundamental moral laws" "than the laws that Mr Greenwood and his government have imposed on us." "Senator Greenwood?" "Mr Sheltema is an Australian citizen, and as such, he is subject to the laws of the land." "I don't see that he and his friends have any right to place themselves above that law." "Nor do I accept that he and his friends have a mortgage on any higher 'moral law', as he calls it." "I would say the Communists in Vietnam are the ones who have broken moral laws by invading..." "Commonwealth Police are in the building." "Serge!" "They're here." "Come on!" "I would say it would be a public duty which could be performed by you and Mr Deacon if you would ask them to keep Mr Sheltema in the studio until Commonwealth Police can arrive and arrest him." "Well, with respect, sir, I don't think it's the ABC's job to help the Commonwealth Police arrest someone..." "Where's Mr Sheltema?" "The interview's over." "I don't know where he is." "He shot through." "Where are you going?" "Come on!" "I checked out the back way." "I'm just repeating the memo for cars in the surrounding area." "Keep a lookout for a tan Corona." "The vehicle has fake plates." "The vehicle contains..." "There they are!" "They'll have the main gate blocked for sure!" "I'm not a moron." "Hey, move it!" "What was that, mate?" "He's stopping them!" "Yeah, he's a good guy." "He's got a 'Stop the war' sticker on the bar." "Where are we going?" "Deb and Ros's place." "Then I'll move you up to Katoomba tomorrow." "Mick's going to drive us." "Oh, you're coming too, are you?" "Yeah, I thought I'd keep you company for a while." "Oh, they're everywhere!" "Always wanted to be in a cops and robbers movie."