A Sunday in Kigali (2006) - full transcript
In April 1994, the middle-aged Canadian journalist Bernard Valcourt is making a documentary in Kigali about AIDS. He secretly falls in love for the Tutsi waitress of his hotel Gentille, who is younger than him, in a period of violent racial conflicts. When the genocide of the Tutsis by the Hutus in Rwanda begins, Bernard does not succeed in escaping with Gentille to Canada. When the genocide finishes in July 1994, Bernard returns to the chaotic Kigali seeking out Gentille in the middle of destruction and dead bodies.
April 6, 1994. The plane of the Rwandan President,
Habyarimana Juvenal, is shot down by two missiles.
The Presidential Security Forces and Militia
take action. It is the beginning of the Genocide.
Three months later, the Rwandan Patriotic
Front's (RPF) victory ends the massacre.
The majority of the 800,000 victims
were of Tutsi ethnic origin.
A SUNDAY IN KIGALI
JULY 15, 1994
Mr. Valcourt?
You?re not dead?
I haven?t seen her, Mr. Bernard.
No one has.
SIX MONTHS EARLIER
Sorry.
Thanks.
You?re sweet.
You know my name?
Sweet?
Oh, your name's Gentille?
It suits you.
Thanks.
Dreaming, Mr. Valcourt?
Even after three months
I still find it breathtaking.
Swooning over hills?
Men don?t swoon
for hillsides, Boss.
Believe me!
Modeste, I asked you
not to call me Boss.
OK, Boss.
The party is the CDR!
The Tutsis are the real enemy.
And everyone knows it,
you bastard!
What are you filming?
You don?t have permission.
And this?
You?re here to film?
the Rwandan army's fight
against AIDS.
This has nothing to do
with that.
I?m filming troops.
Want your press pass and papers
to be confiscated?
What happened, Modeste?
- Did I say to stop shooting?
- No, Boss.
And you, Augustin!
What are you afraid of?
I?m paying you, not them.
We live here, Boss.
They run the country.
Stop calling me Boss!
You talk to us like a boss.
Pretty new girl.
Come see me later.
You won?t be sorry.
Proud, too. Even better.
Look at the ass on her!
She looks like she's hot!
I can?t wait!
Come see me after your beer.
You won?t be sorry.
- Canadian fag!
- Qu?b?cois!
What, you prefer black asses?
Defending the Negroes!
He just wants to pork her!
Forget it. Who cares?
Bernard?
You don?t visit us anymore?
You are magnificent!
So why not enjoy it?
Forget it.
He's in love.
What's the
AIDS infection rate here?
Around 10%...
in the entire country.
In Kigali it's 35%.
But nothing's done.
Officials say we exaggerate.
How do men react?
when you tell them
they?re infected?
They?re convinced sleeping
with a virgin
will cure them.
They laugh
when I show them a condom.
And if you insist?
They make a pass.
When did you meet Rock?
After I called him
a serial killer.
He was the most popular DJ
in Kigali.
All the girls were after him.
I was trying to explain to him
that with AIDS,
he was a real public danger.
It's you who's right, Em?rita.
Abstinence is the best condom.
According to the Pope.
It's not because of religion
that I don?t have sex.
It's my mother.
What does Agathe
have to do with it?
Mom runs a bordello,
she screws enough
for the two of us.
Gentille, a round on me!
- You exaggerate.
- Exaggerate?
The protest almost
went out of control.
It was planned.
The extremists had hidden grenades.
If the UN had stepped in...
- Kabang!
- You don?t believe that?
It's crazy, why would they?
So Belgium would leave.
Like the US in...
- Somalia.
- Right.
There'd be no one to stop them.
I came at the right time.
You always do.
Know what the killers talk about?
About you, Raphael.
Your promotion
at the People's Bank.
That's good.
They say you?re VP
because of your Tutsi sisters
who sleep with
the Bank's white director.
Everyone knows.
Thanks.
C?lestin!
Em?rita, you drive me wild.
I said no, C?lestin.
Same old story.
C?lestin, a soda please.
What are you filming?
- What?
- What are you filming?
I?m filming beauty itself.
Where is Gentille, Maurice?
We'd know if she'd died.
People don?t disappear.
Hundreds of thousands
of Rwandans did.
My wife and children died.
I haven?t heard from my parents.
I?m sorry, I didn?t know.
I searched everywhere,
even in the mass graves.
Nothing.
They went crazy, Mr. Bernard.
Neighbors killed neighbors.
Friends killed friends.
Husbands killed
their wives and kids.
I was held up at the border
for three months,
wondering where she was.
I can?t stand it. Help me!
I have to know,
do you understand?
I don?t know anything.
You speak our language now?
I had nothing else to do.
Slow down, you'll hit someone.
It'll be curfew soon.
Look at them.
They?re kids,
but they act like killers.
Your papers!
I'd offer you champagne,
but there's none anywhere.
You?re a man, Valcourt.
Not many Whites
are brave enough to return
to the darkest places
of their lives.
And the happiest ones.
Did you hide more fugitives
after I left?
Yes, up till the day
the border guard told me
to step out of the car.
I ran him over,
may've killed him.
But it was him or me.
I hid out in Mille Collines
until the massacres ended.
Are you hungry?
Victor,
help me find Gentille.
How can I?
No one's heard anything.
Almost everyone who knew her
died or disappeared.
Maybe it's best not to know.
You tell me that?
You risked your life
for strangers!
And I should do nothing?
I?m scared for you, Valcourt,
that's all.
Sir.
What's this?
I ordered the best,
not local brew!
Dirty Tutsi!
Did you fuck a White
for the job?
Sorry, we?re out.
- What?
- We?re out.
I could have you fired.
Beat it.
Gentille!
I?ll take your local brew.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I?m sure.
Sir, please,
I?m Hutu, not Tutsi.
I can show you my papers.
Tell them.
Or they'll fire me.
I'd like to talk to you,
but not here.
Shall we meet later?
You write books?
No, I?m a journalist.
And filmmaker.
You make movies! What kind?
Well...
Forgive me, I shouldn?t.
No, that's alright.
I?m making a documentary
about AIDS,
a disease that doesn?t exist,
according to your government.
Dirty whore!
Sleeping with Whites!
Think you?re too good for us?
You dirty Tutsi!
- Did you see that ass?
- Let's do her here.
She wants to get away,
before we cut off her head.
We'll get her
once the White's gone back home.
I don?t know how you stand it.
Do you take a taxi home at night?
I don?t live very far.
Are you really Hutu?
My mom's Tutsi, my dad's Hutu.
If the father's Hutu,
the kids are too.
Thanks.
Do you believe me, sir?
Call me Bernard.
Do you, Mr. Bernard?
Gentille,
if I say you?re Hutu,
no one will believe me.
- I am Hutu.
- I know, but...
When the extremists
describe Tutsi women, it's you:
Your thin nose,
long legs,
slim waist.
Your eyes never leave me.
And you?re the only White
who hasn?t asked to...
you know what.
I?m no different.
You want to sleep with me?
I could be your dad!
I?m 24. Here that's already old.
If it's for a visa,
I?ll help you.
But I?m not a White
who trades help for love.
You?re hurtful, sir.
It's not to hurt you.
But love has no place in my life.
That's no life.
I should go.
Finish your beer.
Don?t you like me?
Thanks for the walk.
You accompanied me.
How's it going, Raphael?
I think I?ll turn in.
I didn?t want to die alone,
abandoned in a nightmare.
I always wanted to die
in a nice bed.
- We?re in no hurry.
- No.
I am.
I?d rather die of AIDS
than be butchered by a machete.
I?d like a real woman,
one last time.
A woman with huge breasts.
And a real behind.
Leave it to us.
Beauty itself, like you said.
Yes, I dream about her.
Why do you avoid her?
She wants a passport.
Don?t act like that.
You'd do anything
to leave this shithole too.
I know.
I don?t blame her.
- Hi, Raphael.
- The Condom Fairy!
This will ease the pain.
When you've had it,
just let me know.
You can leave free as a bi rd,
without a care.
Goodbye.
She's saying goodbye to him.
They?re tiny,
like they just
got out of the pool.
The French think
they?re studs in bed
and treat us like dirt.
I?m doing you a favor,
you fucking slut whore,
goddamn black cunt!
Must we always talk about that?
And Canadians?
Canadians!
They hold your hand,
sweet-talk you.
Come time to pay,
they get all embarrassed.
They?re scared
God will punish them.
Mom, please! Please!
Scared Em?rita will scold them!
Don?t judge
the hand that feeds you, my girl.
We had such good times together.
Bernard, Rock wants you.
What's so funny?
Don?t waste your time
filming AIDS.
You should be filming the hatred.
Is your crew here?
No.
But I have my camera.
AIDS hurried me
into the arms of death.
That was an accident.
But there's worse
than that disease in this country:
Hatred.
The hatred men sow all around,
like I sowed death
with my sperm.
I?m Tutsi.
That is also an accident.
But above all,
I am Rwandan.
I am your mirror.
I?m just dying
a bit before you do,
that's all.
You take care of Rock.
What? Alright,
but I?m wearing gloves.
Come on, Mathilde!
- I don?t want AIDS!
- You have it!
I don?t want to get it twice!
Love is here.
Farewell, farewell
Farewell, farewell
Farewell, son of our mother
Farewell,
son of our same flesh
You are leaving,
though we didn't hate you
You are leaving,
though we liked you so much
God, giver of life
This worthy man
who you are calling
Was respected by al I
who knew him
Welcome him
into the kingdom of heaven
Stop.
Let me drink of you.
And return to where I came from.
Farewell, farewell
If God wishes it,
we will meet again
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Why not?
We've filmed Rock for months!
The radio said he's an Inkotanyi.
He's your friend,
not a cockroach.
We didn?t know that.
We won?t make the film.
You signed a contract.
What?ll you do, Boss?
Call the cops?
Cowards like you
will destroy Rwanda!
Humanitarians like you
get rich off our misery,
Boss.
Where is everybody?
Raphael won?t come.
They burned his house.
We?re all in danger.
No one will come to the funeral.
Hey! What are you doing
with a White?
See you around, little whore!
I came because he's your friend.
Rock, you died because
you sought to enjoy life.
The life that God gave you,
and which you lived
to the fullest.
The life that God alone
can take back,
despite the machete-wielding goons
and the hatred they breed.
May God embrace your soul. Amen.
Miss Gentille,
you?re fired for absence
without notice.
You?re a liar,
like those whose boots you lick.
Coward! It's because
she was seen at the funeral.
Manu!
Manu, come on!
Let's have a drink at your place.
Rock's right,
we?re sitting on a volcano.
Then why don?t you leave?
I?m a leading opposition deputy,
I can?t run away.
What about you, Francine?
I?d never leave my husband
when he's in danger.
Neither would I.
Oh, I?m coming.
Excuse me.
Francine's like you. She thinks
her passport will protect her.
Don?t you worry for Madeleine?
I?m counting on the UN,
Dallaire's a friend.
He may be a general,
but he's a soldier.
If ordered to sit tight,
he will.
True, but Francine is adamant.
She should leave
and hide Madeleine,
but she refuses to listen to me.
Sorry, be right back.
Good evening.
Has Rock's death got you down?
How did Emmanuel and Francine meet?
They met in Montreal.
Manu was studying there.
They met at a party for St-Jean,
Quebec's national holiday,
the beginning of summer.
Everybody's in parks,
on the mountain.
Francine said Manu danced divinely.
How do you dance?
- Me? I don?t.
- I?ll show you.
- No way!
- Yes, come on.
- No, please!
- Please, come on.
I can?t, I?ll get hurt.
You bastard!
We?ll burn your dump
and get rid of you.
Fuck you! Want to kill me?
Why don?t you, then?
You?re not a real Black,
you sleep with a White!
So what? You?re just jealous.
I?ll skin you alive,
make you into a rug.
You, muzungu,
leave our women alone!
Dirty slut!
Whitey's whores!
Leaving already?
You?re scared, huh?
Manu, I?ll come back
and make you eat your balls!
Sleep in the other bed.
Just give me time, OK?
I don?t have AIDS,
if you?re worried.
No one here has AIDS.
The government says so.
Sorry, I?m stupid.
Forgive me, I?m so stupid.
You don?t love me.
I love you too much.
You?re so beautiful,
so young, so beautiful.
- Compared to you, I?m...
- So dumb.
Yes.
You complicate everything.
You film, you think.
When others laugh, you smile.
When you laugh, it's silently.
You see, I?m a bore.
Life is short, Bernard.
Especially here.
Show me what love is like,
like in the movies.
The kisses that never end,
the bouquets of flowers,
the sex,
but above all, the romance.
Above all, the romance.
Loving Whitey.
That's what I am for you,
a passport to the west.
The dream of many Africans.
Young, beautiful and black.
Is that what I am for you?
The dream of many Whites.
What's the problem?
It's open.
Come in!
You?re my first customer.
I saw C?lestin looting a house.
He saw me and ran.
It may not have been him.
Maybe it was someone
who looks like him.
I?m no idiot,
I?m sure it was him.
Do people know what
we?ll be at death's doorstep?
What do you mean?
C?lestin had an advantage
over Raphael.
He's Hutu.
He was given a choice.
Either be killed,
or kill the Tutsis,
his neighbors, friends,
sister-in-law.
He chose.
He didn?t want
to end like Raphael.
What happened to Raphael?
Tell me! So I understand!
So I know!
For Raphael,
it was...
It was horrible.
They shut all the local Tutsis
in the church.
Raphael was tortured
on the front step.
They cut off his extremities first,
then his genitals.
And they...
left him to bleed to death.
They'd have done that to C?lestin
if he hadn?t killed too.
He couldn?t face that.
You see,
you thought we were animals.
Now you know that we are humans.
Bernard?
This is for you.
- Maurice!
- Yes, Mr. Bernard?
What happened to Agathe's girls?
The Hutus raped
almost all the Tutsi women.
Prostitutes have no work.
But what about Agathe?
They trashed her place.
No one's seen her.
Give me a lead or I?ll think
you?re hiding things.
I?ve only myself to hide.
Why would you hide?
My loved ones are all dead.
Why me? Why am I still alive?
Muzungu! Muzungu!
Anybody home?
Hello? Is anybody home?
Anybody home?
Agathe?
Agathe?
No, don?t move!
Wait, I?ll come back!
Wait.
Here, drink. Drink this.
You?re safe now, Agathe.
They've gone.
The extremists have gone.
The FPR controls the city.
It?s safe now.
There's peace.
What are you doing here?
Didn?t you leave?
I?m looking for Gentille.
Gentille?
Do you know where she is?
Easy...
Easy.
Bernard!
Father Louis...
I just heard. I came immediately.
It?s horrible.
That's why they killed him.
How so?
Forgive him, he's new here.
Bernard Lamarre,
Canadian Consulate.
You chose a bad moment to come.
The police say thieves killed him.
A bullet right in the forehead?
No way.
It?s a sign, a warning.
Maybe the police killed him.
Excuse me, I don?t feel well.
I?ll get some fresh air.
It seems nothing can stop them.
Are you scared?
My life belongs to God.
But you... you?re in danger.
I missed you.
Me too.
It?s become too dangerous.
You have to leave.
You?re in danger too.
Not as much as you.
I have to finish my film.
I won?t go alone to Canada.
They won?t let you in without me.
But I have friends in Burundi
where you'd be safe.
What would I do in Burundi?
You'd live!
You'd survive
until this blows over.
I won?t leave without you.
You want to be killed?
Raped? Is that it?
You want to get rid of me.
Can?t you see
I?m scared for you?
I couldn?t bear seeing you hurt.
You are my well,
I am your spring.
I am your footstep,
you are my path.
What's that?
A little game I played as a boy.
Want to try?
Alright.
You are my foot,
I am your shoe.
You are my man,
I am your love.
You are my tongue,
I am your mouth.
You?ll provoke
If thieves didn?t murder
Father Cardinal,
Tutsi rebels did.
No, it's impossible.
He hid Tutsis
who had nowhere to go.
The inquiry
is not being run by us now,
but by the French secret
service.
Since when
do the French investigate
the death of a Canadian?
We don?t have the money or staff
to carry it out.
They support the dictatorship.
Think they?ll tell you the truth?
Mr. Valcourt,
the situation
is more explosive now than ever.
Rwanda has its pride, you know.
What about our pride?
Cardinal was a Canadian citizen.
We?re in a foreign country,
and this is none of your business.
Am I being clear?
Yes.
But find someone else
to identify the dead.
Cause there?ll be more.
Qu?b?cois?
I?m Canadian.
A Canadian passport's nice.
Canadian cash is nice too.
Your government loves it.
How can I help you?
I saw Father Cardinal's body,
he was shot in the forehead.
It was a political assassination.
Open an inquiry.
You?re drunk, Mr. Valcourt.
Or, like many of your countrymen,
you've been smoking pot.
Not enough to blur my judgment.
I have the police chief's report.
He states he was attacked
by a band of Tutsi rebels.
They took refuge
in Father Cardinal's infirmary.
Father Cardinal was with them
during the attack.
By the way, Mr. Valcourt,
is your press pass still valid?
Do they have proof
they were Tutsis?
Why can?t you publish it?
No, stop it!
To hell with your prejudices!
This isn?t some petty tribal war.
Look,
this was planned by
the highest levels of government.
News coverage in Canada
has sunk really low.
Right, bye.
No one wants to know about it.
Why do you stay?
Because words aren?t enough.
It?ll take images
to stop this insanity.
Think you can succeed?
Honestly? No.
But I have to try.
Yes, hello?
Yeah, it's me.
Why Zaire?
We agreed on Burundi, not Zaire.
OK, alright.
Gisenyi.
Did they receive the advance?
No way, the deal was...
$1,000 up front,
$4,000 when they cross the border.
Not a cent.
Where will they cross?
Wait one second, please.
Yeah.
OK, we?ll be there at midnight.
Of course I have the money.
OK, bye.
What's wrong? What did I say?
Stop trying to save me.
You can?t stay, don?t you see?
You?ll die.
Understand?
I can?t let you stay here.
Don?t tell me what to do.
Anything's better.
Exile, or even death,
but with you.
You are my flame.
You are my wick.
You are my dream.
I love you.
How does it work?
You just press here.
Want me to look silly?
No, in love.
In love?
In love is easy.
So, so easy.
Cyprien has AIDS.
He got it from the market ladies
where he sells his tobacco.
One night, drunk,
he had an accident with his wife.
An accident?
Georgina, his wife,
now infected too,
gave birth
to a seropositive baby.
Cyprien, you have AIDS.
So does your wife.
What about your kids?
How can I know?
It's God's will, what can I do?
Death doesn?t matter to you.
Dying's normal.
Don?t people die in Canada?
Maya, Maya the bee.
Winnie, Winnie the Pooh bear.
Be careful of the bee.
Don't move.
They surrounded the area
and made up a list.
347 names, all Tutsis,
aside from a few Hutu opponents.
When the signal's given,
they?ll butcher us.
Are you on it?
Of course.
Even you?re not safe.
At the market, the militia said
they'd cut you into pieces.
You?re pals with Rock and Manu.
Don?t ask what they said
about Gentille.
Valcourt, do you love Gentille?
Of course I love her.
Why are you waiting to leave?
My film.
I have to make it,
for Rock, Manu, everyone.
Forget us.
A camera's no good against machetes.
Let's eat. It?s nearly curfew.
That's my cousin.
Wait here.
Wait!
- No!
- Yes!
Get off me!
Canadian! Canadian passport!
Let them through.
They?re friends of mine.
She's Hutu, he's Canadian.
The Canadian likes Tutsi whores?
She's not for you, Boss.
This is a Hutu country, Boss.
If you don?t want to die
with the Tutsis,
find yourself a Hutu woman.
Please, let us go.
Alright for tonight.
But you must contribute
to the militia.
Give him what he wants.
Valcourt, get in.
Cyprien!
Come on, your wife's
waiting for you.
I forced her to
and she didn?t even react.
How do you do it? Show us.
Georgina!
Why, shit! Why?
Georgina!
Bernard!
I suppose that what you have
to tell me
couldn?t wait.
They?ll kill Emmanuel,
and you sit behind your desk.
Emmanuel and Francine are friends,
but I can?t help.
It?s like I was being kept
from saving my own children.
My friends were just murdered:
Cyprien and Georgina Munyankore.
Along with their children.
Probably the same age as yours.
I am sincerely distressed.
I share your indignation.
You?re here to enforce
the Arusha Accords.
It says the UN
will disarm the militia,
confiscate guns,
establish order.
It said.
The Western powers
cut all those provisions.
They refused to foot the bill.
Is that fair?
No, but it's not my decision.
My role is to manage
the consequences.
In practice, I have neither
the men nor equipment to intervene.
What about the 1,000 French
and Belgian troops?
The Italians?
The 250 Marines in Bujumbura?
If you manage
to convince the French,
Belgians, Italians
and Americans
to place them under my command,
I?ll be eternally grateful.
What will it take?
Thousands of deaths?
They won?t say
that thousands of dead Africans
leave them completely indifferent,
but it does.
Would you repeat that on camera?
Gladly, but I?m not authorized to.
General,
disobedience can change history.
I didn?t come to Rwanda
to make history.
And I never learned to disobey.
It?s not too late.
I agreed to speak to
Emmanuel's friend, not a reporter.
Please excuse me.
His friend will hold you responsible
if he or his family is murdered.
The international community
will do the same,
and wash their hands of it.
How can you sleep
with so many deaths
on your conscience?
It?s been ages since I?ve slept.
And you?
But I promise you,
I?ll never abandon Rwanda.
What is it?
The UN forces are helpless.
We have to leave.
And your film?
You?re more important.
Their faces haunt me.
Cyprien and Georgina.
They haunt me.
When do we go?
First, we have to get married.
So they let you into Canada.
Get married?
Yes!
Gentille Sibomana,
do you take Bernard Valcourt
as your husband
and swear fidelity to him
till death do you part?
I do.
Me too.
Really?
It?s just that,
I wanted to live here,
teaching, writing.
Not to help.
Out of pure selfishness.
Spend my life drinking beer
and writing in a warm climate.
Safe from the world.
We can always stay.
No, it's impossible.
No one's safe now.
What about her?
We can?t take her with us.
I?ll take her to my dad's.
Forget it, with all the roadblocks.
You've no papers...
I can?t.
You can?t what?
I can?t abandon D?sir?e.
And I can?t get married
without my father's blessing.
Going to Karago's too dangerous.
Then...
Then I shall marry
in sadness and shame.
It?s your turn
to daydream, Em?rita.
I won?t tell you the sins
I committed tonight.
Someone will be jealous.
It?s with C?lestin
that I sinned.
Making up for lost time!
You said it.
I understood why it's a sin.
Why is that?
It makes you want to start over.
Lord!
We must react, denounce them.
Careful what you say.
Hell is next to Heaven.
To your love and happiness.
Your health!
The glasses are too small.
I forgot you?re divorced.
God's forgiven you by now.
I guess.
But we must hurry.
The day after tomorrow?
Why not tomorrow?
I can?t tomorrow, really.
You can imagine
we?re anxious to leave.
I understand.
Do you know Col. Th?oneste?
Who wants
to replace the president?
For years
I?ve been his confessor.
Yesterday his first words were:
I confess to preparing a massacre.
The final massacre.
He said that?
I didn?t give him absolution.
- Write this down.
- No.
I?ll do better.
This may be wrong.
The secret of the confessional...
Too late for scruples.
Go ahead.
Eliminate the president.
Eliminate all the leaders
of the Liberals and PSD.
The priorities are
Emmanuel,
Faustin,
Prime Minister Agathe,
then mobilizing the militia
to exterminate all the Tutsis.
Sweep the city,
street by street.
Spare neither women nor children.
No Tutsi must survive.
"No Tutsi must survive. "
He said that.
No, but it's a reliable source.
Can you publish it tomorrow?
It?s important.
I?ll keep in touch.
Tell me it's impossible.
My angel,
I love you, my angel
I would have married you,
my love
I would have married you,
my love
The Canadian government
has asked us
to draw up
an emergency evacuation plan.
A mere precaution.
But if Tutsi terrorism increases,
we will ensure
your safe passage home.
Any questions? Yes?
Who will be repatriated first?
We?re preparing the lists.
For special needs,
contact the consulate.
Which Tutsi terrorism do you mean?
Stop filming.
No press here.
The RPF's border crossings
and incessant attacks
on government forces.
Are you speaking
for Canada or Rwanda?
Everyone knows the rise
in terrorism
is due to the government.
The RPF doesn?t kill at road blocks
or spew hatred on the radio.
All your friends are Tutsis.
Everyone knows that too.
That's a lie.
Tomorrow I?m marrying my beloved,
who's a Hutu.
C?lestin, who serves your martinis
with two olives and a lemon zest,
is a Hutu.
How can Canada,
which is supposedly a democracy,
support a genocidal dictatorship?
Other questions about
the evacuation plan?
Only the evacuation plan.
You haven?t answered.
Canada finances the AIDS program
that employs you
and pays your salary.
Does it pay for your golf?
Next time, I slug her.
They killed Em?rita.
I?ll go see Agathe.
We leave right after.
My little girl.
She loved you so much.
You made her feel stronger.
She denounced the crimes
of the militia here.
They took revenge.
They took revenge!
Mr. Bernard!
Mr. Bernard!
Mr. Bernard!
Gentille left this.
She went to her dad's.
I tried to stop her.
There's a plane to Canada tonight.
You?re on the list.
It may be your only chance to go.
What were you thinking?
A White! My age, too!
I let you go into town
to protect you
from the village boys.
Look how you act
without my permission.
He?ll abandon you.
He always respected me.
He even saved me.
This man loves me for what I am,
not only for pleasure.
He bewitched you
with his fine words.
Whites never say what they think
and never do what they say.
You don?t even know him!
I understand your disappointment.
But I know all too well
what a man my age is looking for
in a young woman like you.
Believe me,
he's already in the arms
of another right now.
You and D?sir?e will be safe here.
We?ll protect you.
I was wrong
to speak badly of you, sir.
You could have fled
our land's insanity,
but you did not.
If ever I flee,
it will be with Gentille,
or not at all.
May you never forget
where my daughter's from.
Promise me one thing.
Take her away,
far, far away from here,
where there are neither
Hutus nor Tutsis,
Whites nor Blacks,
masters nor servants.
Promise me!
I don?t know
if that paradise exists,
but I promise to search.
I will bless you.
D?sir?e will be fine with Dad.
Tell me...
I can?t figure it.
How can beauty...
engender such hatred?
Beauty's in the eyes
of the beholder.
To me, those hills mean hardship.
I was scared to lose you.
Not as much as me.
We must combat
the Tutsi Inkotanyis,
exterminate them,
sweep them from the country.
They're caught, and easy to spot.
Look at their hips,
look at their pretty noses,
and then smash them!
Exterminate them!
The President's plane
was shot down above the airport
as it was about to land.
Jesus!
The plane was hit by
two ground-to-air missiles.
It's beyond any doubt.
This is the signal...
It?s the end.
No, the beginning.
It?s alright,
they?ll let us pass.
They?ll let us pass.
APRIL 6, 1994 BEGINNING OF THE GENOCIDE
Your papers.
Your papers.
Canadian papers
aren?t worth anything now!
The foreigner's with
a cockroach girl.
We?ll get your whore when
you?re not there to protect her.
Get going.
Mr. Bernard! Gentille!
I?m so happy to see you!
Yes, we were lucky.
Father Louis left this for you.
He's gone?
I had to leave.
I'm sorry. God bless.
He left for Canada.
He took the last flight.
Who are you calling?
Manu.
It?s early.
Hello?
May I speak to Emmanuel, please?
Manu?
He doesn?t work here now.
He went away.
Far, far away.
What is it?
It?s Manu.
You?re too late.
I have no choice.
If you go, so do I.
It?s all I have.
Try to get us out.
It?s impossible.
The roads and airport are closed.
There are no flights.
You?ll have to wait for the UN.
Shit!
It?s hard to say.
Maybe 5,000, 10,000, 15,000 dead.
No one knows.
Imagine what it's like
to kill someone with...
with a machete.
It?s been confirmed.
They were bludgeoned and castrated
before being killed.
Ten from the Belgian contingent.
No one helped them.
The UN is the laughingstock here.
OK, but put that on tonight's news.
I?ll call soon.
Why did you come back?
You shouldn?t have.
Gentille loved you.
Why didn?t you take her far away?
For three months
I?ve asked myself that constantly.
For three months a voice in me
says I lost her
out of pride and stupidity.
I have to know, Agathe.
I have to know.
This is where he kept her.
Who did?
The man who took her.
In his home?
Some things it's best not to know.
Look what I found.
Gentille Sibomana,
I ask for your hand.
You already have it.
I ask for your heart.
It beats only for you.
Before you, I was dead.
I felt nothing.
You saved my life.
Promise me something.
Anything.
If they take me, kill me.
Don?t let them
rape and butcher me.
Who is it?
Maurice!
Come in.
A UN convoy is leaving
in 15 minutes.
Belgium recalled
its remaining troops.
The UN's best Peacekeepers.
This is your last chance.
No Rwandan can leave.
She's Canadian, like me.
She's my wife. She's Canadian!
Please! She's with me.
Canadian! This is my wife!
We?re Canadians!
Canadians! We?re married!
I?m married.
- He's my husband!
- No, she's my wife.
I?m Gentille Valcourt.
No, we?re married!
We?re married!
Modeste!
- Modeste!
- Valcourt!
We?re married.
She's my wife. Look!
Where's your marriage certificate?
I beg you, Modeste!
Look!
Your wife is just a Tutsi whore
and you?re nobody's boss now.
So get back in the truck
before you get the same.
Bernard!
Look at your whore!
For the last time!
You?re covered in blood,
yet still you scorn me.
Don?t stare!
Think you?re better,
but you?re nothing.
Flesh for the hacking!
That's all you are.
You?ll finish in a mass grave.
Promise me one thing.
Take her away,
far, far away from here.
Promise me.
Promise... Far away.
D?sir?e?
Gentille?
No, don?t come near me.
You shouldn?t have come.
I want you
to remember me differently.
I?m not the woman you loved.
I?m no longer a woman.
I?ll die soon.
Soon I?ll be with my family again.
No.
I?ll look after you.
We?ll go to Canada.
You?ll get help.
You love me?
Do you remember your promise?
You have to help me leave, Bernard.
Wait.
Tell me how you laugh so easily.
It's because
it's so lovely and warm,
and the beer tickles my mouth.
Because the birds,
because the sea,
which I?ve never seen,
because Canada,
which I still may see,
because the snow
I never saw,
and its infinite silence
that I now know.
Shall I go on?
Habyarimana Juvenal, is shot down by two missiles.
The Presidential Security Forces and Militia
take action. It is the beginning of the Genocide.
Three months later, the Rwandan Patriotic
Front's (RPF) victory ends the massacre.
The majority of the 800,000 victims
were of Tutsi ethnic origin.
A SUNDAY IN KIGALI
JULY 15, 1994
Mr. Valcourt?
You?re not dead?
I haven?t seen her, Mr. Bernard.
No one has.
SIX MONTHS EARLIER
Sorry.
Thanks.
You?re sweet.
You know my name?
Sweet?
Oh, your name's Gentille?
It suits you.
Thanks.
Dreaming, Mr. Valcourt?
Even after three months
I still find it breathtaking.
Swooning over hills?
Men don?t swoon
for hillsides, Boss.
Believe me!
Modeste, I asked you
not to call me Boss.
OK, Boss.
The party is the CDR!
The Tutsis are the real enemy.
And everyone knows it,
you bastard!
What are you filming?
You don?t have permission.
And this?
You?re here to film?
the Rwandan army's fight
against AIDS.
This has nothing to do
with that.
I?m filming troops.
Want your press pass and papers
to be confiscated?
What happened, Modeste?
- Did I say to stop shooting?
- No, Boss.
And you, Augustin!
What are you afraid of?
I?m paying you, not them.
We live here, Boss.
They run the country.
Stop calling me Boss!
You talk to us like a boss.
Pretty new girl.
Come see me later.
You won?t be sorry.
Proud, too. Even better.
Look at the ass on her!
She looks like she's hot!
I can?t wait!
Come see me after your beer.
You won?t be sorry.
- Canadian fag!
- Qu?b?cois!
What, you prefer black asses?
Defending the Negroes!
He just wants to pork her!
Forget it. Who cares?
Bernard?
You don?t visit us anymore?
You are magnificent!
So why not enjoy it?
Forget it.
He's in love.
What's the
AIDS infection rate here?
Around 10%...
in the entire country.
In Kigali it's 35%.
But nothing's done.
Officials say we exaggerate.
How do men react?
when you tell them
they?re infected?
They?re convinced sleeping
with a virgin
will cure them.
They laugh
when I show them a condom.
And if you insist?
They make a pass.
When did you meet Rock?
After I called him
a serial killer.
He was the most popular DJ
in Kigali.
All the girls were after him.
I was trying to explain to him
that with AIDS,
he was a real public danger.
It's you who's right, Em?rita.
Abstinence is the best condom.
According to the Pope.
It's not because of religion
that I don?t have sex.
It's my mother.
What does Agathe
have to do with it?
Mom runs a bordello,
she screws enough
for the two of us.
Gentille, a round on me!
- You exaggerate.
- Exaggerate?
The protest almost
went out of control.
It was planned.
The extremists had hidden grenades.
If the UN had stepped in...
- Kabang!
- You don?t believe that?
It's crazy, why would they?
So Belgium would leave.
Like the US in...
- Somalia.
- Right.
There'd be no one to stop them.
I came at the right time.
You always do.
Know what the killers talk about?
About you, Raphael.
Your promotion
at the People's Bank.
That's good.
They say you?re VP
because of your Tutsi sisters
who sleep with
the Bank's white director.
Everyone knows.
Thanks.
C?lestin!
Em?rita, you drive me wild.
I said no, C?lestin.
Same old story.
C?lestin, a soda please.
What are you filming?
- What?
- What are you filming?
I?m filming beauty itself.
Where is Gentille, Maurice?
We'd know if she'd died.
People don?t disappear.
Hundreds of thousands
of Rwandans did.
My wife and children died.
I haven?t heard from my parents.
I?m sorry, I didn?t know.
I searched everywhere,
even in the mass graves.
Nothing.
They went crazy, Mr. Bernard.
Neighbors killed neighbors.
Friends killed friends.
Husbands killed
their wives and kids.
I was held up at the border
for three months,
wondering where she was.
I can?t stand it. Help me!
I have to know,
do you understand?
I don?t know anything.
You speak our language now?
I had nothing else to do.
Slow down, you'll hit someone.
It'll be curfew soon.
Look at them.
They?re kids,
but they act like killers.
Your papers!
I'd offer you champagne,
but there's none anywhere.
You?re a man, Valcourt.
Not many Whites
are brave enough to return
to the darkest places
of their lives.
And the happiest ones.
Did you hide more fugitives
after I left?
Yes, up till the day
the border guard told me
to step out of the car.
I ran him over,
may've killed him.
But it was him or me.
I hid out in Mille Collines
until the massacres ended.
Are you hungry?
Victor,
help me find Gentille.
How can I?
No one's heard anything.
Almost everyone who knew her
died or disappeared.
Maybe it's best not to know.
You tell me that?
You risked your life
for strangers!
And I should do nothing?
I?m scared for you, Valcourt,
that's all.
Sir.
What's this?
I ordered the best,
not local brew!
Dirty Tutsi!
Did you fuck a White
for the job?
Sorry, we?re out.
- What?
- We?re out.
I could have you fired.
Beat it.
Gentille!
I?ll take your local brew.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I?m sure.
Sir, please,
I?m Hutu, not Tutsi.
I can show you my papers.
Tell them.
Or they'll fire me.
I'd like to talk to you,
but not here.
Shall we meet later?
You write books?
No, I?m a journalist.
And filmmaker.
You make movies! What kind?
Well...
Forgive me, I shouldn?t.
No, that's alright.
I?m making a documentary
about AIDS,
a disease that doesn?t exist,
according to your government.
Dirty whore!
Sleeping with Whites!
Think you?re too good for us?
You dirty Tutsi!
- Did you see that ass?
- Let's do her here.
She wants to get away,
before we cut off her head.
We'll get her
once the White's gone back home.
I don?t know how you stand it.
Do you take a taxi home at night?
I don?t live very far.
Are you really Hutu?
My mom's Tutsi, my dad's Hutu.
If the father's Hutu,
the kids are too.
Thanks.
Do you believe me, sir?
Call me Bernard.
Do you, Mr. Bernard?
Gentille,
if I say you?re Hutu,
no one will believe me.
- I am Hutu.
- I know, but...
When the extremists
describe Tutsi women, it's you:
Your thin nose,
long legs,
slim waist.
Your eyes never leave me.
And you?re the only White
who hasn?t asked to...
you know what.
I?m no different.
You want to sleep with me?
I could be your dad!
I?m 24. Here that's already old.
If it's for a visa,
I?ll help you.
But I?m not a White
who trades help for love.
You?re hurtful, sir.
It's not to hurt you.
But love has no place in my life.
That's no life.
I should go.
Finish your beer.
Don?t you like me?
Thanks for the walk.
You accompanied me.
How's it going, Raphael?
I think I?ll turn in.
I didn?t want to die alone,
abandoned in a nightmare.
I always wanted to die
in a nice bed.
- We?re in no hurry.
- No.
I am.
I?d rather die of AIDS
than be butchered by a machete.
I?d like a real woman,
one last time.
A woman with huge breasts.
And a real behind.
Leave it to us.
Beauty itself, like you said.
Yes, I dream about her.
Why do you avoid her?
She wants a passport.
Don?t act like that.
You'd do anything
to leave this shithole too.
I know.
I don?t blame her.
- Hi, Raphael.
- The Condom Fairy!
This will ease the pain.
When you've had it,
just let me know.
You can leave free as a bi rd,
without a care.
Goodbye.
She's saying goodbye to him.
They?re tiny,
like they just
got out of the pool.
The French think
they?re studs in bed
and treat us like dirt.
I?m doing you a favor,
you fucking slut whore,
goddamn black cunt!
Must we always talk about that?
And Canadians?
Canadians!
They hold your hand,
sweet-talk you.
Come time to pay,
they get all embarrassed.
They?re scared
God will punish them.
Mom, please! Please!
Scared Em?rita will scold them!
Don?t judge
the hand that feeds you, my girl.
We had such good times together.
Bernard, Rock wants you.
What's so funny?
Don?t waste your time
filming AIDS.
You should be filming the hatred.
Is your crew here?
No.
But I have my camera.
AIDS hurried me
into the arms of death.
That was an accident.
But there's worse
than that disease in this country:
Hatred.
The hatred men sow all around,
like I sowed death
with my sperm.
I?m Tutsi.
That is also an accident.
But above all,
I am Rwandan.
I am your mirror.
I?m just dying
a bit before you do,
that's all.
You take care of Rock.
What? Alright,
but I?m wearing gloves.
Come on, Mathilde!
- I don?t want AIDS!
- You have it!
I don?t want to get it twice!
Love is here.
Farewell, farewell
Farewell, farewell
Farewell, son of our mother
Farewell,
son of our same flesh
You are leaving,
though we didn't hate you
You are leaving,
though we liked you so much
God, giver of life
This worthy man
who you are calling
Was respected by al I
who knew him
Welcome him
into the kingdom of heaven
Stop.
Let me drink of you.
And return to where I came from.
Farewell, farewell
If God wishes it,
we will meet again
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Why not?
We've filmed Rock for months!
The radio said he's an Inkotanyi.
He's your friend,
not a cockroach.
We didn?t know that.
We won?t make the film.
You signed a contract.
What?ll you do, Boss?
Call the cops?
Cowards like you
will destroy Rwanda!
Humanitarians like you
get rich off our misery,
Boss.
Where is everybody?
Raphael won?t come.
They burned his house.
We?re all in danger.
No one will come to the funeral.
Hey! What are you doing
with a White?
See you around, little whore!
I came because he's your friend.
Rock, you died because
you sought to enjoy life.
The life that God gave you,
and which you lived
to the fullest.
The life that God alone
can take back,
despite the machete-wielding goons
and the hatred they breed.
May God embrace your soul. Amen.
Miss Gentille,
you?re fired for absence
without notice.
You?re a liar,
like those whose boots you lick.
Coward! It's because
she was seen at the funeral.
Manu!
Manu, come on!
Let's have a drink at your place.
Rock's right,
we?re sitting on a volcano.
Then why don?t you leave?
I?m a leading opposition deputy,
I can?t run away.
What about you, Francine?
I?d never leave my husband
when he's in danger.
Neither would I.
Oh, I?m coming.
Excuse me.
Francine's like you. She thinks
her passport will protect her.
Don?t you worry for Madeleine?
I?m counting on the UN,
Dallaire's a friend.
He may be a general,
but he's a soldier.
If ordered to sit tight,
he will.
True, but Francine is adamant.
She should leave
and hide Madeleine,
but she refuses to listen to me.
Sorry, be right back.
Good evening.
Has Rock's death got you down?
How did Emmanuel and Francine meet?
They met in Montreal.
Manu was studying there.
They met at a party for St-Jean,
Quebec's national holiday,
the beginning of summer.
Everybody's in parks,
on the mountain.
Francine said Manu danced divinely.
How do you dance?
- Me? I don?t.
- I?ll show you.
- No way!
- Yes, come on.
- No, please!
- Please, come on.
I can?t, I?ll get hurt.
You bastard!
We?ll burn your dump
and get rid of you.
Fuck you! Want to kill me?
Why don?t you, then?
You?re not a real Black,
you sleep with a White!
So what? You?re just jealous.
I?ll skin you alive,
make you into a rug.
You, muzungu,
leave our women alone!
Dirty slut!
Whitey's whores!
Leaving already?
You?re scared, huh?
Manu, I?ll come back
and make you eat your balls!
Sleep in the other bed.
Just give me time, OK?
I don?t have AIDS,
if you?re worried.
No one here has AIDS.
The government says so.
Sorry, I?m stupid.
Forgive me, I?m so stupid.
You don?t love me.
I love you too much.
You?re so beautiful,
so young, so beautiful.
- Compared to you, I?m...
- So dumb.
Yes.
You complicate everything.
You film, you think.
When others laugh, you smile.
When you laugh, it's silently.
You see, I?m a bore.
Life is short, Bernard.
Especially here.
Show me what love is like,
like in the movies.
The kisses that never end,
the bouquets of flowers,
the sex,
but above all, the romance.
Above all, the romance.
Loving Whitey.
That's what I am for you,
a passport to the west.
The dream of many Africans.
Young, beautiful and black.
Is that what I am for you?
The dream of many Whites.
What's the problem?
It's open.
Come in!
You?re my first customer.
I saw C?lestin looting a house.
He saw me and ran.
It may not have been him.
Maybe it was someone
who looks like him.
I?m no idiot,
I?m sure it was him.
Do people know what
we?ll be at death's doorstep?
What do you mean?
C?lestin had an advantage
over Raphael.
He's Hutu.
He was given a choice.
Either be killed,
or kill the Tutsis,
his neighbors, friends,
sister-in-law.
He chose.
He didn?t want
to end like Raphael.
What happened to Raphael?
Tell me! So I understand!
So I know!
For Raphael,
it was...
It was horrible.
They shut all the local Tutsis
in the church.
Raphael was tortured
on the front step.
They cut off his extremities first,
then his genitals.
And they...
left him to bleed to death.
They'd have done that to C?lestin
if he hadn?t killed too.
He couldn?t face that.
You see,
you thought we were animals.
Now you know that we are humans.
Bernard?
This is for you.
- Maurice!
- Yes, Mr. Bernard?
What happened to Agathe's girls?
The Hutus raped
almost all the Tutsi women.
Prostitutes have no work.
But what about Agathe?
They trashed her place.
No one's seen her.
Give me a lead or I?ll think
you?re hiding things.
I?ve only myself to hide.
Why would you hide?
My loved ones are all dead.
Why me? Why am I still alive?
Muzungu! Muzungu!
Anybody home?
Hello? Is anybody home?
Anybody home?
Agathe?
Agathe?
No, don?t move!
Wait, I?ll come back!
Wait.
Here, drink. Drink this.
You?re safe now, Agathe.
They've gone.
The extremists have gone.
The FPR controls the city.
It?s safe now.
There's peace.
What are you doing here?
Didn?t you leave?
I?m looking for Gentille.
Gentille?
Do you know where she is?
Easy...
Easy.
Bernard!
Father Louis...
I just heard. I came immediately.
It?s horrible.
That's why they killed him.
How so?
Forgive him, he's new here.
Bernard Lamarre,
Canadian Consulate.
You chose a bad moment to come.
The police say thieves killed him.
A bullet right in the forehead?
No way.
It?s a sign, a warning.
Maybe the police killed him.
Excuse me, I don?t feel well.
I?ll get some fresh air.
It seems nothing can stop them.
Are you scared?
My life belongs to God.
But you... you?re in danger.
I missed you.
Me too.
It?s become too dangerous.
You have to leave.
You?re in danger too.
Not as much as you.
I have to finish my film.
I won?t go alone to Canada.
They won?t let you in without me.
But I have friends in Burundi
where you'd be safe.
What would I do in Burundi?
You'd live!
You'd survive
until this blows over.
I won?t leave without you.
You want to be killed?
Raped? Is that it?
You want to get rid of me.
Can?t you see
I?m scared for you?
I couldn?t bear seeing you hurt.
You are my well,
I am your spring.
I am your footstep,
you are my path.
What's that?
A little game I played as a boy.
Want to try?
Alright.
You are my foot,
I am your shoe.
You are my man,
I am your love.
You are my tongue,
I am your mouth.
You?ll provoke
If thieves didn?t murder
Father Cardinal,
Tutsi rebels did.
No, it's impossible.
He hid Tutsis
who had nowhere to go.
The inquiry
is not being run by us now,
but by the French secret
service.
Since when
do the French investigate
the death of a Canadian?
We don?t have the money or staff
to carry it out.
They support the dictatorship.
Think they?ll tell you the truth?
Mr. Valcourt,
the situation
is more explosive now than ever.
Rwanda has its pride, you know.
What about our pride?
Cardinal was a Canadian citizen.
We?re in a foreign country,
and this is none of your business.
Am I being clear?
Yes.
But find someone else
to identify the dead.
Cause there?ll be more.
Qu?b?cois?
I?m Canadian.
A Canadian passport's nice.
Canadian cash is nice too.
Your government loves it.
How can I help you?
I saw Father Cardinal's body,
he was shot in the forehead.
It was a political assassination.
Open an inquiry.
You?re drunk, Mr. Valcourt.
Or, like many of your countrymen,
you've been smoking pot.
Not enough to blur my judgment.
I have the police chief's report.
He states he was attacked
by a band of Tutsi rebels.
They took refuge
in Father Cardinal's infirmary.
Father Cardinal was with them
during the attack.
By the way, Mr. Valcourt,
is your press pass still valid?
Do they have proof
they were Tutsis?
Why can?t you publish it?
No, stop it!
To hell with your prejudices!
This isn?t some petty tribal war.
Look,
this was planned by
the highest levels of government.
News coverage in Canada
has sunk really low.
Right, bye.
No one wants to know about it.
Why do you stay?
Because words aren?t enough.
It?ll take images
to stop this insanity.
Think you can succeed?
Honestly? No.
But I have to try.
Yes, hello?
Yeah, it's me.
Why Zaire?
We agreed on Burundi, not Zaire.
OK, alright.
Gisenyi.
Did they receive the advance?
No way, the deal was...
$1,000 up front,
$4,000 when they cross the border.
Not a cent.
Where will they cross?
Wait one second, please.
Yeah.
OK, we?ll be there at midnight.
Of course I have the money.
OK, bye.
What's wrong? What did I say?
Stop trying to save me.
You can?t stay, don?t you see?
You?ll die.
Understand?
I can?t let you stay here.
Don?t tell me what to do.
Anything's better.
Exile, or even death,
but with you.
You are my flame.
You are my wick.
You are my dream.
I love you.
How does it work?
You just press here.
Want me to look silly?
No, in love.
In love?
In love is easy.
So, so easy.
Cyprien has AIDS.
He got it from the market ladies
where he sells his tobacco.
One night, drunk,
he had an accident with his wife.
An accident?
Georgina, his wife,
now infected too,
gave birth
to a seropositive baby.
Cyprien, you have AIDS.
So does your wife.
What about your kids?
How can I know?
It's God's will, what can I do?
Death doesn?t matter to you.
Dying's normal.
Don?t people die in Canada?
Maya, Maya the bee.
Winnie, Winnie the Pooh bear.
Be careful of the bee.
Don't move.
They surrounded the area
and made up a list.
347 names, all Tutsis,
aside from a few Hutu opponents.
When the signal's given,
they?ll butcher us.
Are you on it?
Of course.
Even you?re not safe.
At the market, the militia said
they'd cut you into pieces.
You?re pals with Rock and Manu.
Don?t ask what they said
about Gentille.
Valcourt, do you love Gentille?
Of course I love her.
Why are you waiting to leave?
My film.
I have to make it,
for Rock, Manu, everyone.
Forget us.
A camera's no good against machetes.
Let's eat. It?s nearly curfew.
That's my cousin.
Wait here.
Wait!
- No!
- Yes!
Get off me!
Canadian! Canadian passport!
Let them through.
They?re friends of mine.
She's Hutu, he's Canadian.
The Canadian likes Tutsi whores?
She's not for you, Boss.
This is a Hutu country, Boss.
If you don?t want to die
with the Tutsis,
find yourself a Hutu woman.
Please, let us go.
Alright for tonight.
But you must contribute
to the militia.
Give him what he wants.
Valcourt, get in.
Cyprien!
Come on, your wife's
waiting for you.
I forced her to
and she didn?t even react.
How do you do it? Show us.
Georgina!
Why, shit! Why?
Georgina!
Bernard!
I suppose that what you have
to tell me
couldn?t wait.
They?ll kill Emmanuel,
and you sit behind your desk.
Emmanuel and Francine are friends,
but I can?t help.
It?s like I was being kept
from saving my own children.
My friends were just murdered:
Cyprien and Georgina Munyankore.
Along with their children.
Probably the same age as yours.
I am sincerely distressed.
I share your indignation.
You?re here to enforce
the Arusha Accords.
It says the UN
will disarm the militia,
confiscate guns,
establish order.
It said.
The Western powers
cut all those provisions.
They refused to foot the bill.
Is that fair?
No, but it's not my decision.
My role is to manage
the consequences.
In practice, I have neither
the men nor equipment to intervene.
What about the 1,000 French
and Belgian troops?
The Italians?
The 250 Marines in Bujumbura?
If you manage
to convince the French,
Belgians, Italians
and Americans
to place them under my command,
I?ll be eternally grateful.
What will it take?
Thousands of deaths?
They won?t say
that thousands of dead Africans
leave them completely indifferent,
but it does.
Would you repeat that on camera?
Gladly, but I?m not authorized to.
General,
disobedience can change history.
I didn?t come to Rwanda
to make history.
And I never learned to disobey.
It?s not too late.
I agreed to speak to
Emmanuel's friend, not a reporter.
Please excuse me.
His friend will hold you responsible
if he or his family is murdered.
The international community
will do the same,
and wash their hands of it.
How can you sleep
with so many deaths
on your conscience?
It?s been ages since I?ve slept.
And you?
But I promise you,
I?ll never abandon Rwanda.
What is it?
The UN forces are helpless.
We have to leave.
And your film?
You?re more important.
Their faces haunt me.
Cyprien and Georgina.
They haunt me.
When do we go?
First, we have to get married.
So they let you into Canada.
Get married?
Yes!
Gentille Sibomana,
do you take Bernard Valcourt
as your husband
and swear fidelity to him
till death do you part?
I do.
Me too.
Really?
It?s just that,
I wanted to live here,
teaching, writing.
Not to help.
Out of pure selfishness.
Spend my life drinking beer
and writing in a warm climate.
Safe from the world.
We can always stay.
No, it's impossible.
No one's safe now.
What about her?
We can?t take her with us.
I?ll take her to my dad's.
Forget it, with all the roadblocks.
You've no papers...
I can?t.
You can?t what?
I can?t abandon D?sir?e.
And I can?t get married
without my father's blessing.
Going to Karago's too dangerous.
Then...
Then I shall marry
in sadness and shame.
It?s your turn
to daydream, Em?rita.
I won?t tell you the sins
I committed tonight.
Someone will be jealous.
It?s with C?lestin
that I sinned.
Making up for lost time!
You said it.
I understood why it's a sin.
Why is that?
It makes you want to start over.
Lord!
We must react, denounce them.
Careful what you say.
Hell is next to Heaven.
To your love and happiness.
Your health!
The glasses are too small.
I forgot you?re divorced.
God's forgiven you by now.
I guess.
But we must hurry.
The day after tomorrow?
Why not tomorrow?
I can?t tomorrow, really.
You can imagine
we?re anxious to leave.
I understand.
Do you know Col. Th?oneste?
Who wants
to replace the president?
For years
I?ve been his confessor.
Yesterday his first words were:
I confess to preparing a massacre.
The final massacre.
He said that?
I didn?t give him absolution.
- Write this down.
- No.
I?ll do better.
This may be wrong.
The secret of the confessional...
Too late for scruples.
Go ahead.
Eliminate the president.
Eliminate all the leaders
of the Liberals and PSD.
The priorities are
Emmanuel,
Faustin,
Prime Minister Agathe,
then mobilizing the militia
to exterminate all the Tutsis.
Sweep the city,
street by street.
Spare neither women nor children.
No Tutsi must survive.
"No Tutsi must survive. "
He said that.
No, but it's a reliable source.
Can you publish it tomorrow?
It?s important.
I?ll keep in touch.
Tell me it's impossible.
My angel,
I love you, my angel
I would have married you,
my love
I would have married you,
my love
The Canadian government
has asked us
to draw up
an emergency evacuation plan.
A mere precaution.
But if Tutsi terrorism increases,
we will ensure
your safe passage home.
Any questions? Yes?
Who will be repatriated first?
We?re preparing the lists.
For special needs,
contact the consulate.
Which Tutsi terrorism do you mean?
Stop filming.
No press here.
The RPF's border crossings
and incessant attacks
on government forces.
Are you speaking
for Canada or Rwanda?
Everyone knows the rise
in terrorism
is due to the government.
The RPF doesn?t kill at road blocks
or spew hatred on the radio.
All your friends are Tutsis.
Everyone knows that too.
That's a lie.
Tomorrow I?m marrying my beloved,
who's a Hutu.
C?lestin, who serves your martinis
with two olives and a lemon zest,
is a Hutu.
How can Canada,
which is supposedly a democracy,
support a genocidal dictatorship?
Other questions about
the evacuation plan?
Only the evacuation plan.
You haven?t answered.
Canada finances the AIDS program
that employs you
and pays your salary.
Does it pay for your golf?
Next time, I slug her.
They killed Em?rita.
I?ll go see Agathe.
We leave right after.
My little girl.
She loved you so much.
You made her feel stronger.
She denounced the crimes
of the militia here.
They took revenge.
They took revenge!
Mr. Bernard!
Mr. Bernard!
Mr. Bernard!
Gentille left this.
She went to her dad's.
I tried to stop her.
There's a plane to Canada tonight.
You?re on the list.
It may be your only chance to go.
What were you thinking?
A White! My age, too!
I let you go into town
to protect you
from the village boys.
Look how you act
without my permission.
He?ll abandon you.
He always respected me.
He even saved me.
This man loves me for what I am,
not only for pleasure.
He bewitched you
with his fine words.
Whites never say what they think
and never do what they say.
You don?t even know him!
I understand your disappointment.
But I know all too well
what a man my age is looking for
in a young woman like you.
Believe me,
he's already in the arms
of another right now.
You and D?sir?e will be safe here.
We?ll protect you.
I was wrong
to speak badly of you, sir.
You could have fled
our land's insanity,
but you did not.
If ever I flee,
it will be with Gentille,
or not at all.
May you never forget
where my daughter's from.
Promise me one thing.
Take her away,
far, far away from here,
where there are neither
Hutus nor Tutsis,
Whites nor Blacks,
masters nor servants.
Promise me!
I don?t know
if that paradise exists,
but I promise to search.
I will bless you.
D?sir?e will be fine with Dad.
Tell me...
I can?t figure it.
How can beauty...
engender such hatred?
Beauty's in the eyes
of the beholder.
To me, those hills mean hardship.
I was scared to lose you.
Not as much as me.
We must combat
the Tutsi Inkotanyis,
exterminate them,
sweep them from the country.
They're caught, and easy to spot.
Look at their hips,
look at their pretty noses,
and then smash them!
Exterminate them!
The President's plane
was shot down above the airport
as it was about to land.
Jesus!
The plane was hit by
two ground-to-air missiles.
It's beyond any doubt.
This is the signal...
It?s the end.
No, the beginning.
It?s alright,
they?ll let us pass.
They?ll let us pass.
APRIL 6, 1994 BEGINNING OF THE GENOCIDE
Your papers.
Your papers.
Canadian papers
aren?t worth anything now!
The foreigner's with
a cockroach girl.
We?ll get your whore when
you?re not there to protect her.
Get going.
Mr. Bernard! Gentille!
I?m so happy to see you!
Yes, we were lucky.
Father Louis left this for you.
He's gone?
I had to leave.
I'm sorry. God bless.
He left for Canada.
He took the last flight.
Who are you calling?
Manu.
It?s early.
Hello?
May I speak to Emmanuel, please?
Manu?
He doesn?t work here now.
He went away.
Far, far away.
What is it?
It?s Manu.
You?re too late.
I have no choice.
If you go, so do I.
It?s all I have.
Try to get us out.
It?s impossible.
The roads and airport are closed.
There are no flights.
You?ll have to wait for the UN.
Shit!
It?s hard to say.
Maybe 5,000, 10,000, 15,000 dead.
No one knows.
Imagine what it's like
to kill someone with...
with a machete.
It?s been confirmed.
They were bludgeoned and castrated
before being killed.
Ten from the Belgian contingent.
No one helped them.
The UN is the laughingstock here.
OK, but put that on tonight's news.
I?ll call soon.
Why did you come back?
You shouldn?t have.
Gentille loved you.
Why didn?t you take her far away?
For three months
I?ve asked myself that constantly.
For three months a voice in me
says I lost her
out of pride and stupidity.
I have to know, Agathe.
I have to know.
This is where he kept her.
Who did?
The man who took her.
In his home?
Some things it's best not to know.
Look what I found.
Gentille Sibomana,
I ask for your hand.
You already have it.
I ask for your heart.
It beats only for you.
Before you, I was dead.
I felt nothing.
You saved my life.
Promise me something.
Anything.
If they take me, kill me.
Don?t let them
rape and butcher me.
Who is it?
Maurice!
Come in.
A UN convoy is leaving
in 15 minutes.
Belgium recalled
its remaining troops.
The UN's best Peacekeepers.
This is your last chance.
No Rwandan can leave.
She's Canadian, like me.
She's my wife. She's Canadian!
Please! She's with me.
Canadian! This is my wife!
We?re Canadians!
Canadians! We?re married!
I?m married.
- He's my husband!
- No, she's my wife.
I?m Gentille Valcourt.
No, we?re married!
We?re married!
Modeste!
- Modeste!
- Valcourt!
We?re married.
She's my wife. Look!
Where's your marriage certificate?
I beg you, Modeste!
Look!
Your wife is just a Tutsi whore
and you?re nobody's boss now.
So get back in the truck
before you get the same.
Bernard!
Look at your whore!
For the last time!
You?re covered in blood,
yet still you scorn me.
Don?t stare!
Think you?re better,
but you?re nothing.
Flesh for the hacking!
That's all you are.
You?ll finish in a mass grave.
Promise me one thing.
Take her away,
far, far away from here.
Promise me.
Promise... Far away.
D?sir?e?
Gentille?
No, don?t come near me.
You shouldn?t have come.
I want you
to remember me differently.
I?m not the woman you loved.
I?m no longer a woman.
I?ll die soon.
Soon I?ll be with my family again.
No.
I?ll look after you.
We?ll go to Canada.
You?ll get help.
You love me?
Do you remember your promise?
You have to help me leave, Bernard.
Wait.
Tell me how you laugh so easily.
It's because
it's so lovely and warm,
and the beer tickles my mouth.
Because the birds,
because the sea,
which I?ve never seen,
because Canada,
which I still may see,
because the snow
I never saw,
and its infinite silence
that I now know.
Shall I go on?