(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(MAN) When did it all begin?
It is said,
"When Imana created this land,
he grew so fond of it,
he returned every night to rest.
When did Paradise become hell?
From the start, even the conquest
was a regrettable misunderstanding.
Europe gave the land
to its conqueror,
and the King knew nothing of it.
It was never about civilization,
never about tribe or race.
It was always about greed,
arrogance, and power.
And when we finally grasped
the horror, it was too late.
(BILL CLINTON)
From Kibuye in the West
to Kibungo in the East,
people gathered seeking refuge
in churches by the thousands,
in hospitals and schools.
And when they were found,
the old and the sick,
women and children alike,
they were k*lled.
k*lled because their identity card
said they were Tutsi,
or because they had a Tutsi parent,
or because someone thought
they looked like a Tutsi,
or slain like thousands of Hutus
because they protected Tutsis
or would not countenance a policy
that sought to wipe out people
who just the day before,
and for years before,
had been their friends and neighbors.
It is important
that the world know
that these killings were not
spontaneous or accidental.
It is not an African phenomenon
and must never be viewed
as such.
We have seen it
in industrialized Europe.
We have seen it in Asia.
We must have global vigilance
and never again must we be shy
in the face of the evidence.
(APPLAUSE ON TV)
Okay, I'm sure some of you
have questions.
Yes, Venancia?
Mr. Augustin, weren't you
in the army before the genocide?
Could it have been stopped,
all the dying?
That's the past.
Those bad things are in the past.
(AUGUSTIN) Maybe if some of us
were more courageous.
Maybe if the world had paid
more attention.
I don't know.
Yes, Albert?
What kind of soldier were you?
(SIGHS)
A very bad one.
(STUDENTS LAUGH)
I'm sorry, Venancia.
I didn't answer your question.
I don't know what else
we could have done.
(SOFTLY) Okay.
(STRING MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRD CRIES)
(DANCE MUSIC)
# I hate you #
# I hate you
I hate you so much right now #
(AUGUSTIN)
Yes, it's April again.
Every year in April
the rainy season starts.
And every year,
every day in April,
a haunting emptiness
descends over our hearts.
Every year in April,
I remember
how quickly life ends.
Every year I remember how
lucky I should feel to be alive.
(CHILDREN TALKING)
Every year in April,
I remember.
(ENGINE RATTLING)
(SIGHS)
(PAPER CRINKLING)
(MAN'S VOICE)
"My dear brother, the rains are here.
It is April again.
How many years
since we have spoken?
From my prison, I am writing you
this long-due letter.
I don't expect pity or love.
I know that despite all the grief
in your life,
you have found
something to live for.
It was not supposed
to happen this way...
the w*r, the killings.
When I finally realized
that I was an actor in this tragedy,
I chose not to live with that.
I thought my death
would bring me peace.
I was wrong.
Only the truth
can ease my guilt.
Dear Augustin, I must tell you
what happened to Jeanne
and the children.
Come to Tanzania.
Don't write me back. Just come.
Your brother, Honor"
Augustin, you should go.
(SIGHS)
No.
It's over. What's the point?
-He's your brother.
-He's nothing to me.
I just want to take care of you.
-Oh, really?
-Yes.
So, where is my wedding ring?
Oh! (CHUCKLES)
So that's it, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
I see you still have yours.
You know I can't.
-Jeanne is...
-What?
Stop.
You still can't say it, can you?
You must go.
Not just for Honor, but for you.
(SIGHS)
(WOMAN)
Mr. Butera, you were arrested
in May, 1997, for the crime
of inciting v*olence
with your radio program.
At the time,
you entered a not-guilty plea.
Today you wish
to change that plea?
Yes.
I now recognize that the radio
programs I did for RTLM
were criminal and that many people
were k*lled for it.
You were not aware of what
you were doing in April, 1994?
No, not at that time.
(WOMAN)
Could you explain to this tribunal
the reason for your turnabout?
(HONOR)
I have had a lot of time
to think about my guilt
here in prison,
surrounded by other Rwandans
accused of the same crime.
I was under a lot of pressure.
Pressure from your co-detainees?
Yes. Pressure to keep silent.
Could you identify
these individuals for us?
I prefer not to.
It's not important anymore.
What I want to say
is that it took time
for me to realize that
what I have been accused of
may have been true
and that what I have participated in
was genocide.
So you came to accept
the fact of your guilt?
Yes, I became aware
I was guilty.
But it took you two years
to finally admit this guilt.
-Is this correct?
-Yes, that is correct.
(WHISPERS)
We'll have to make sure that...
(JUDGE) We will stop now
and resume at 9:30 AM
on Monday morning.
I remind the defendant that he is
under a solemn oath of silence.
Do not discuss
your evidence with anyone.
I want to return
before we go on...
(RADIO PLAYING) # ...And our
hearts now beat as one... #
(MAN) Kigali, are you in the house?
Come on, let me hear it!
And now,
our star speaker is here.
Coming to you live
is Mr. Honor Butera,
here to give us another
of his popular historical reviews,
exclusively for Radio Mille Collines.
Before I pass the mic
people, remember,
a cockroach cannot give birth...
-Hey.
-...To a butterfly.
A cockroach will always give birth
to cockroaches.
Be vigilant. They're among us,
those Inyenzi.
The devils. Oye, oye.
(CHUCKLES)
Yego, yego, yego.
(SPEAKING KINYARWANDA)
As always, speaking the truth.
Oye, oye, oye.
Now, my dear listeners...
(SPEAKING KINYARWANDA)
Yesterday, we spoke
about how the Bazungu,
the German and Belgian colonists,
chose the Tutsi invaders
as proxies for their dirty jobs.
Forced labor, raising of heavy taxes
on those poor peasants and the whipping.
We Hutu, will we ever
forget the whipping?
Will we, my dear listeners?
I think not,
for these scars will never heal.
But the days
when a Tutsi king Umwami
is imposed
upon the Hutus is passed.
For we have sworn never
to let them rule over us again.
Never. (MEN CHANTING,
WHISTLES BLOWING)
Stay tuned, my dear listeners,
for some more music
from Radio Sympa,
Power 106FM, RTLM, Kigali.
(CHANTING IN KINYARWANDA)
(CHANTING)
(WHISTLES CONTINUE BLOWING)
Hey, not like that.
(GRUNTS, CLICKS)
(MEN YELLING) (AUGUSTIN
SPEAKING KINYARWANDA)
Civil forces my foot, eh?
If the RPF come from the hills,
they're going to k*ll these guys.
Hey! (HISSES)
I don't believe we are training
these Interahamwe to fight rebels.
(AUGUSTIN HISSES)
I have heard rumors.
There are assassinations,
small massacres
here and there in the provinces.
Things are accelerating.
That's all they are...
rumors.
(MAN)
You think this is a rehearsal?
These officials are here
for the damned show, man.
(CHUCKLES)
(AUGUSTIN SPEAKS
KINYARWANDA)
Hey, not with a machete!
(TRAINEES LAUGH)
Give me this.
That's it for today, captain.
(CAPTAIN) Valiant members
of the Civil Defense Force,
give me your weapons. Soldier!
Captain Muganza,
give these to the chief for me.
-Which chief?
-Colonel Bagosora.
-What is it?
-Lists.
(CHANTING)
These are execution lists.
It's names and addresses.
Traitors. That's what he called them.
There are lists
coming from all districts.
It's Tutsis. But it's also Hutus.
There are doctors on that list,
professors on that list.
Anybody that might not bow down
to Hutu power is on that list!
Teachers, teachers are registering
their students by ethnicity.
(AMBULANCE RADIO PLAYING)
(WOMAN SPEAKING
KINYARWANDA)
What are you two plotting?
Nothing. Xavier was just leaving.
Come on, have a beer with us.
-The soccer match is on.
-I can't. I have an appointment.
-Take care of yourself.
-(GRUNTS)
Bye, Jeanne.
(JEANNE) Please tell Felicie
to come to visit us. Sibyo?
-Yeah.
-Augustin, what's going on?
Mom.
Hello.
-Mom!
-Hmm?
Yves-Andre was saying
bad words again.
It's not true, Mom, I swear.
I was just telling him a joke.
He's lying. He said "f*ck."
(JEANNE) Marcus, please.
I hear that all day.
It's happening, isn't it?
I knew I shouldn't
have listened to you.
We should have gone a long time
ago to Kenya or Senegal.
I don't know, but...
(SIGHS)
I'm in the military.
This is our home.
Sure, but tell me
how can I call this home
when I'm living
in constant fear, Augustin?
I lost already
most of my family in '92.
-It's only us now.
-I can't just get up and run!
Abandon everything, what?
We should have brought
Anne-Marie back sooner.
Anne-Marie is safer in the
countryside than here in Kigali.
Come on, wake up!
Nobody's safe in this country.
(DISTANT SIRENS BLARING)
You have seen the Bahutu
Ten Commandments?
Somebody put it on my desk
today at the hospital.
They even underlined
number seven.
"The Rwandese armed forces
should be exclusively Hutu.
No member of military
shall marry a Tutsi."
(SOFTLY) Jeanne.
(SIGHS) Jeanne.
Now I'm talking about
our children's lives.
If anything happens,
they will let us all die.
Okay, Jeanne. Just let me
figure something out.
For now, why don't you call
Anne-Marie and tell her to get ready?
-(MARCUS) Uncle!
-(HONOR) Hey, Marcus!
This is your brother. I'm sorry.
I'm not in the mood for it today.
Augustin, it's a small country
and people talk.
So now you think
I have joined the rebels?
Of course not, not me.
But you must have said something
or done something.
I am doing
what I have always done.
That may not be enough
now, brother.
You need to be
on the right side of all this.
-And what side is that?
-Hsst!
"Hutu power over all?"
Your people will drag this country
over the edge.
(SNORTS)
So you think the Arusha Agreement
will just solve all our problems.
Is that what you're saying?
If the Arusha Agreements
go into effect,
I will probably lose my job to a
Tutsi. So either way I am screwed.
(CHUCKLES) That is why we are
against the Agreement.
So that hard-working
Hutus like yourself
do not have to stand
aside for anybody.
No, for you it's about power!
Gaining power.
Augustin, the Agreements are dead.
The president has made too many
concessions under foreign pressure.
If you really want
to know, my dear brother,
-This is a fatal mistake.
-Honor...
are you talking about a coup?
-Augustin, this is w*r.
-Listen, little brother.
Even wars have rules.
We cannot justify the slaughtering
of innocent people.
Your extremist friends will drag
this country into hell.
Thanks to the support
of our French friends,
we have Kalashnikovs
from Albania, Israel Uzis,
Czech grenades,
M-16 r*fles from the USA,
g*ns and a*mo from Egypt.
Captain Muganza,
give me a hand, please.
(TRUCK DRIVES AWAY)
-Machetes?
-Machetes, captain.
From China.
You have a problem with that?
It's not on our manifest. So what?
They're here and we have
plenty of farmers out there
who need to go to work.
Our people need to go to work.
Captain...
Mon colonel.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING )
(COLONEL) Our president
has become soft
playing the game of the Inyenzi!
The Agreements will be our death!
(MEN CHEERING)
They call us Hutu power, extremists
because we will not accept
their dictates?
So be it! Power!
(REPORTER) Tension is mounting
in Rwanda despite the presence...
(REPORTER #2)
There are signs that the ceasefire
between the existing
Hutu government of Rwanda
and the mostly Tutsi rebel forces
of the Rwandan Patriotic Front,
or RPF, is about to fail.
(REPORTER #3) Special envoy,
Assistant Secretary of State
Prudence Bushnell,
traveled to Rwanda two weeks ago
in a last effort to bring
President Habyarimana
to implement the Agreements.
An agreement, they say,
gives too much power
to the Tutsis and the RPF.
This may also well be
the last chance for peace.
(RADIO JINGLE PLAYS)
(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH)
(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)
(AUGUSTIN) And so...
(BOOK THUDS SHUT) Bedtime.
All right, come on,
boys, lights out.
-Mom?
-(SPEAKS KINYARWANDA)
Why do they call
us cockroaches?
'Cause they don't know
any better, sweetheart.
Dad, what are we?
Hutu or Tutsi?
(YVES-ANDRE)
Don't you know anything?
Papa's a Hutu. Mom's a Tutsi.
It's okay, Yves-Andre.
He can ask.
I am a Hutu,
so you are a Hutu.
In our tradition,
the father's origin decides.
So when I grow up,
my I.D. card will say Hutu?
Yes, but one day, I hope it will
just say Rwandan.
Okay, bedtime.
-Good night.
-Good night.
Sweet dreams.
(TV ANNOUNCER SPEAKING
KINYARWANDA)
(ANNOUNCER FADES)
(JET ENGINE ROARING DISTANTLY)
(DOG BARKING)
(CHEERING ON TV)
(PHONE RINGS)
I can't see anything.
Augustin.
They've just announced that
the president's plane was shot down.
(SIGHS)
Pack a few things for the kids.
We have to leave Kigali tonight.
(DJ MAX SPEAKING KINYARWANDA)
We ask all Rwandese people
not to succumb
to this terrible tragedy.
We ask the armed forces
to stay vigilant
and ensure security for all.
(METAL CLANGS)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(MEN ARGUING)
(g*nf*re)
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(KEYS JINGLING)
Augustin, I can't get
Anne-Marie on the phone.
Keep trying.
(LOUD KNOCKING)
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
-Who's there?
-It's me, Xavier.
(GATE LATCH OPENS)
Augustin, it's terrible.
They're sh**ting everybody.
There's dead people in the street.
(PANTING) Felicie and I
were picking up some food
from Lando's restaurant
when we heard the expl*si*n.
They are going house by house
pulling people out.
-Augustin, let's go.
-No. There are roadblocks all over.
We leave, we walk
into the mouth of the lion.
-Where do you think we are now?
-We can't get trapped in Kigali!
At least the UN is here.
Maybe...
(RAPID g*nshots)
(FELICIE SCREAMS)
-We're sitting in the middle.
-Okay, go! Go.
(DISTANT g*nf*re)
(AUGUSTIN)
Mr. Vilbur, my wife and children
would feel so much safer
in your house.
I would be risking the lives
of my own family.
-I must ask you to leave.
-Mr. Vilbur, please.
Just one night!
No.
(LOUD g*nshots)
At least...
At least take the women
and the children.
Just the women and children.
One night.
(PHONE DIALING)
This is all you have?
Hello? Yes, you must help me.
It's the fifth time I've called.
I must reach Anne-Marie.
Yes, I'm her father.
(g*n COCKS)
Then can I speak
to the head priest?
(MAN ON PHONE)
Sorry, I can't help you.
(DIAL TONE BEEPING)
They hung up.
(ANCHORMAN) Kurt Cobain's body
was found inside a garage apartment
adjacent to his Seattle home,
dead of an apparently
self-inflicted shotgun wound.
(ANCHORWOMAN) ...Gave back-to-back
homeruns in the 6th inning
to turn a one-run deficit
into a one-run lead.
(ANCHORMAN)
...Wednesday's sharp gains.
Dow Jones Industrial
Average closed up...
Lionel, thanks for coming. I'm sorry.
-Sure.
-So what are you getting
through your channels?
Our intel is practically nil.
We don't have anything either.
It's still night over there,
so no one knows
what's really going on.
All we know for sure
is that a plane was shot down
and the president
of Rwanda is dead.
So is the president of Burundi
who was along for the ride.
What's your best guess as to
who shot the plane down?
Could be anybody, really.
Rebels, Hutu extremists,
French mercenaries, who knows.
But the presidential guard won't
let anybody near the crash site.
Well, they're probably
the ones who shot it.
(ANNOUNCER)
This is "NBC Nightly News"
reported by Brian Williams.
Good evening.
Fighting is going on tonight
in the small
African nation of Rwanda,
and there is growing concern
about getting the Americans
and other foreigners there out...
(REPORTER OVERLAPPING) Killings
and looting have been reported
following a suspicious
plane crash...
Government ministers opposed to the
late president have been kidnapped.
...That both
the United Nations and the press
keep well away from their w*r.
Which leaves the UN
in an impossible position.
We are taking over
the prime minister's security.
Five men down! We will escort you
back to UN headquarters.
Out of the question. I need to talk
to the commanding officer.
I am the commanding officer!
Put down your g*ns or we finish you.
We've got five men down.
I repeat, five men down.
We don't know
where they're going to take us.
We need reinforcements now!
Am I clear enough?
You don't understand?
We're gonna be lynched!
Over!
(expl*si*n)
(CHIMES TINKLE)
We know
the prime minister is here!
Here I am.
-Come with us, madame.
-Take me to your commanding officer.
But please,
leave my children in peace.
Cut the bullshit!
(BOY SCREAMING)
(MAN SPEAKING KINYARWANDA)
(MEN SHOUTING) (g*nf*re)
(COCKS g*n)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(MAN) It's here,
I'm telling you... #82.
(KNOCKING ON GATE)
Who is it?
-(MAN) Captain Muganza?
-Who wants to know?
Good morning, captain.
We're securing the neighborhood.
-This neighborhood is secure.
-Of course.
Would you open the gate? If you
would just show us your ID card
and the cards of everyone else
in the house, we will be on our way.
-I just have my service pass.
-This won't do, captain.
We need to see
your national ID card.
-Well, let me just go in the house...
-Wait.
Search the house.
(THUDDING, CLATTERING)
Listen, Muganza.
You're from Gitarama?
My father was a businessman.
-A Hutu businessman.
-I know.
I went to school
with your cousin Francois.
And I also know
you married a Tutsi woman.
You can keep playing a dirty little
game for a little while longer.
But if I come back
and you're still here,
I'll have no choice.
Let's go. Check the list again.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(DJ SPEAKING KINYARWANDA)
This way.
(SPEAKS KINYARWANDA)
(DISTANT g*nf*re)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(g*nf*re)
(g*nf*re CONTINUES)
Anne-Marie?
Anne-Marie, can you hear me?
Yes, how are you, Papa?
(EXHALES) I am fine.
-And Mama?
-She's, um, at the neighbors
with your brothers.
I'm scared.
-We can hear the g*ns.
-No, no, no, no, no.
You are safe there.
You are in a Catholic school.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Nobody can go in there.
Papa, I have to go.
(BELL RINGING)
The other girls are waiting
for the phone.
Okay, okay.
You know I love you.
I love you too, Papa.
-Bye.
-Bye bye.
(g*nshots)
(GIRL SHRIEKS)
(BELL RINGING LOUDLY)
Girls. You must calm down.
Please, all of you,
go to your dormitory.
I need all of you to go
to your dormitories now.
Please, quickly.
-Martine...
-Quickly.
-I need to speak with you.
-I'm sorry, Father.
We have a school
full of terrified girls.
Martine.
This is a very difficult situation,
but we must do our duty.
We cannot harbor rebels.
-We'll have to hand them over.
-Father!
(GIRLS SCREAMING)
These are not rebels.
These are girls. Girls you have
brought up as your own daughters.
Now you would put them out?
What can I do, my child?
We cannot protect all of them.
I do not have the power
to change this situation.
We must pray.
(MAN) We do not want
another Mogadishu.
We don't want our boys
dragged naked in the streets.
Congress won't have it. The Pentagon
won't have it. The president won't...
(BUSHNELL)
Sir, we're only 48 hours into this
and we already have reports
of over 10,000 women
and children already k*lled.
They're not just k*lling Tutsis,
they're targeting moderate Hutus.
Prudence, what is
our vital interest in Rwanda?
If there is a crisis, it could
destabilize the entire region.
May I?
I appreciate the human tragedy.
Here. If the k*lling
in Rwanda starts,
the best-case scenario
estimates 20,000 dead.
The worst-case scenario
could exceed 500,000.
It's January 25th, 1994, CIA report.
That's just nine weeks ago, sir.
I don't want to talk
about any CIA report again.
Since the crash
of the president's plane,
the situation in Rwanda
has very quickly become unstable.
I just spoke
with the ambassador,
and he reports that the fighting
is largely between
the Rwandan military forces
and the Rwandan Patriotic Front.
Have any Americans been hurt
or are they being targeted?
No, Americans are not
being targeted at this time.
And clearly,
we are very concerned
with the approximately 255 Americans
that are in the region.
What about the international
community? The Belgians, the French?
-How many could you get out?
-Let me put this in context.
There is fighting and there is chaos.
There is no date. There's no time.
We are looking into ensuring
the safety of all American citizens.
Are you satisfied with the protection
the Rwandan military is giving
to the US citizens?
Again, the Rwandan military forces
are in the middle of firefights
with the Rwandan Patriotic Front
or the RPF.
It is not high
on their list of priorities
to take care of the American
citizens at this point.
(OVERLAPPING QUESTIONS)
The rebel forces,
are they "Tutu" or "Hutsi"?
-Hutu and Tutsi.
-Which ones are the good guys?
(DJ SPEAKING KINYARWANDA)
-(HONOR) Hello.
-(AUGUSTIN) It's me.
Augustin! Christ,
I've been trying to call you.
The lines are jammed.
I can't get through.
Listen, I need your help.
I am stuck here with Xavier.
Jeanne and the kids are next door
with the Belgian guy.
I need to get them out of the city.
(WHISPERING) You need to worry
about yourself, brother.
Do you know that I found
your name on the list
as a Tutsi sympathizer?
I buried it, but it won't stay
that way for long.
You should be happy.
I'm saving your neck.
-And my family?
-I am your family.
Can't do no more. I warned you.
I know. I know. You were right.
Damn right I was.
So what do you want?
-Take care of your own duty, man.
-Honor...
Listen, I beg you,
take my family... Jeanne...
Jeanne and the boys to the hotel
Mille Collines.
They will be protected. You can get
through the roadblocks.
People know you.
I don't like it. I don't trust him.
-We're not even sure if he's coming.
-He's my brother.
If I can get you and the boys
to the hotel Mille Collines,
you will be safe.
And Anne-Marie,
well she will be safe at her school.
We will all be safe.
I don't know
what else we can do.
Where are they?
We need to leave now.
-Brother.
-Listen, the guards
are getting seriously drunk
at the roadblocks.
-Who is this?
-Felicie, Xavier's fiance.
-You said wife and children.
-She is family.
(HONOR)
Oh, I presume she's a Tutsi too.
(JEANNE)
Come on, boys, get in the car.
-(AUGUSTIN) I never asked.
-What?
Honor won't take Felicie.
-If I'm a problem...
-Everybody goes.
-Listen, Augustin...
-Felicie, get in this car.
You too, Augustin. Let's go.
Honey, I'm staying.
-What are you talking about?
-I'm going to join you later.
-We have to go.
-Augustin, get in this car.
I can't.
-Augustin, tell her.
-(AUGUSTIN) Jeanne, listen to me.
-I'm not going anywhere without...
-Listen to me.
Jeanne, his name was on a list.
-Oh my God.
-Jeanne. Jeanne...
-Jeanne.
-No.
-Jeanne, Jeanne, Jeanne, Jeanne.
-No!
-Don't worry about me.
-Augustin, they need to go now.
-Please, Augustin.
-No, no, no,
you need to get back in the car.
-If something happens...
-No.
It's going to be fine.
Papa, we don't want to go.
Look, go back in the car, eh?
Come on, do it. Do it!
Augustin, we need to go.
Jeanne.
You need to get in the car.
Come on, boys.
Get in the car.
(SOFTLY) I know, I know.
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
Okay. Go.
Okay.
Papa will be fine, eh?
I'm a soldier.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(SPEAKING KINYARWANDA)
-(JEANNE) What are you doing?
-We don't tempt the devil.
-I thought everyone knew you.
-I am not alone.
-Shit.
-What?
That was not there before.
(SOLDIER)
Hey, stop the car.
Yes. I work for radio RTLM.
Hey!
Yes?
Oh, I'm so silly.
We're just going
to the supermarket
and I left them home.
We were in such a hurry with
the children and the new curfew.
Listen, brother,
just give us a break, okay?
What's going on here?
Everybody out.
Listen... I am a party member.
I am authorized to take this woman
to run some errands.
Listen, I...
Let me call Colonel Sentore.
He can sort this out, okay?
Clear this up.
-This is not good.
-What's not good, Mommy?
Nothing, I just want
your uncle to hurry up.
Yes, Amakuru.
This is Honor Butera.
I'm here at the roadblock
on Rue de L'hopital.
No, sir. They won't let me pass.
Yes, sir.
(EXHALES) Yes, sir.
They are my family.
Yes, sir.
Of course, sir.
You know my work for the party.
Of course.
For the cause, always.
He wants to talk to you.
Yes, sir? Okay, sir.
(g*n COCKS)
Okay, lock the doors!
(PANTING)
Oh my God.
Stay down!
Stop it.
(BEEPS)
-Name?
-Augustin Muganza.
-Name of detainee?
-Butera.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
He'll be right with you.
-No, I can't.
-I'm sorry?
I thought that...
-No, I can't.
-He's on his way.
Why don't you
tell him yourself?
-The visit would do him good.
-No.
Please tell him
I had to leave on emergency.
I'm sorry.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(SIGHS)
(MUFFLED WEEPING)
(SIGHS)
(SINGS IN KINYARWANDA)
(HOLLOW THUDS)
(CRUNCHING)
Damn.
(DJ ON RADIO SPEAKING KINYARWANDA)
You get that thing to work?
Yeah.
(ROOSTER CROWS)
So what's wrong?
I saw a military truck
heading to the French school.
They must be rounding people up for
an evacuation like in '92. I mean...
If we can get there,
we have a chance.
-There are too many roadblocks.
-No, it's not that far.
It's a million miles, Augustin.
(DISTANT g*nshots)
I say we just lay low.
This...
thing can't last forever.
She said your name
on the radio.
(CHUCKLES)
You heard my name on the radio?
Look, we can get
through the roadblocks.
They're not trained soldiers.
We don't have a choice.
(MEN SPEAKING IN KINYARWANDA)
(DISTANT g*nshots)
(BOTTLE SHATTERS)
(DISTANT g*nshots)
(PANTING)
The roadblock on the left.
They seem drunkest.
Shall we?
Let's do it.
(ENGINE CRANKS)
Let's push it.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(SHOUTING IN KINYARWANDA)
(SIGHS)
(HONKS)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
-(WOMAN) sh**t me!
-Back off. You cannot go!
sh**t me! I don't want
to die with the machete.
Please, sh**t me
with UN b*llet!
Please! Please!
(FRENZIED PLEADING)
Why? Why can't we get in there?
Please take the children with you.
We have... We have orders!
Take the children
with you! Please!
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
(FIRING)
Xavier!
Move it! Move!
Get in the car!
(g*n FIRING)
(SCRAPING MACHETE)
-Out of the car.
-(AUGUSTIN) We're with the convoy.
Everybody out!
Everybody out!
-Show me your papers.
-Hey, hey, hey...
We are with the convoy.
Ask the officer over there
he will tell you.
Move these obstacles away.
We have to go.
Hey, lieutenant!
S'il vous plait, lieutenant.
He doesn't believe I am with you.
We are in the same convoy.
-What do you mean?
-Is he with you?
-The same convoy!
-Shut up...
and let the white man talk.
Are these people with you?
Our convoy is the jeeps
and the trucks.
I'm sorry. I've orders...
Only expatriates.
(TRUCK ENGINE STARTS)
Go! Go! Remove that thing!
Go!
(WOOD SCRAPES)
(DJ ON RADIO SPEAKING
KINYARWANDA)
Xavier Muyango?
Who is Xavier Muyango?
I am.
Aren't you the traitor
Xavier Muyango we've heard
about on the radio?
I don't know what you mean.
Move over with that group.
Everybody else, get off. Get off!
Get over, get over!
(XAVIER GRUNTS)
What's wrong with you, eh?
-Move over! Forget something?
-I can speak for this man!
He is loyal.
He is a good soldier.
The army is filled with traitors.
Then I will take him
to the headquarters myself.
-I'll take...
-You want to help?
You want to help?
-Give him a machete.
-No.
We don't waste b*ll*ts
on cockroach traitors.
(XAVIER) Augustin...
(MACHETE CLATTERS)
Xavier... Xavier...
(XAVIER GURGLES)
Muyango.
Muyango, stand up!
Come on, let's go.
Let's go. It's not gonna help.
-Sh... Hey, hey! Hey!
-Let's go, let's go.
-(AUGUSTIN) Hey!
-It's not gonna help. He's dead.
(g*n COCKS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
-Oui?
-(BUSHNELL) Colonel Bagosora,
this is Assistant
Secretary Bushnell.
Mrs. Bushnell,
what a wonderful surprise.
I regret we didn't meet
during your last visit in Kigali.
(BUSHNELL)
Sir, I'm calling to advise you
that we view the situation
very seriously.
President Clinton
is very concerned.
How kind of the president
to be thinking of me.
We have received reports
that there has been...
The UN reports are very exaggerated.
There has been some trouble.
And naturally,
we have to defend our people.
You must take action
to change the course of events.
But it's the rebels,
they att*cked us.
And now the people have risen up
to defend themselves.
Colonel, we know
who's perpetrating these killings.
You can see all the way
from Washington?
Mrs. Bushnell,
if there was a ceasefire
we might be able to do something,
but now the situation
is very difficult.
Very difficult, madame.
You can't imagine.
No, you do not need
a ceasefire
to stop
this hate radio broadcast.
Monsieur Bagosora,
if you do not stop the k*lling,
there will be consequences.
Really? You will send the Marines?
We have no oil here.
We have no diamonds.
We have nothing you need in Rwanda.
Why would you come?
If you do not
cease the killings,
I promise you, you will be held
personally responsible.
I will see what we can do.
(CHILDREN CRYING)
(YOUNG GIRL SHRIEKS)
Mama, Mama!
(GOSPEL CHOIR SINGING)
(SOFT MURMURING)
(CHILD COUGHS)
(MAN) How is she?
Father,
where are my boys?
-Where are they?
-(WOMAN) We found you on the doorstep.
You were alone.
I have to go to find my children.
I can't stay here.
I have to look for them. Mathilde,
you have to help me, please.
-Of course, Jeanne.
-Where did you last leave them?
Oh, my God.
I don't know.
I don't know.
My babies...
What happened to my babies?
(MAN) I have
scrutinized the words
and listened to the radio tapes.
It is true that my client here
admits his moral guilt,
but where is freedom of the press?
Or freedom of expression?
He was a journalist,
a man of letters, an intellectual.
Did anybody actually see
my client butchering people?
The prosecutor here talks
of criminal conspiracy.
This is not Nuremberg,
madam prosecutor.
Is he a criminal because
he stood on a political principle?
Where is the blood
on my client's hands?
Can you play soccer?
-No.
-I can teach you.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Hello, Mommy!
(MARTINE ON PHONE)
So did you see Honor?
-No.
-You're not going to.
I don't think I can hear
what he has to say to me.
-I know it's not easy...
-You don't understand.
This thing doesn't make sense.
They're all here. Everybody
that planned genocide is here.
I saw Bagosora here.
They get full meals.
They get AZT medicine
while r*pe victims
are dying of AIDS?
It's like a f*cking health club.
Well, I guess the K*llers
are the stars of the show.
Is this what this is, huh?
A show, a big show?
We need the tribunals.
I know they have their shortcomings,
but it's a way to get through it,
a way to move on.
(SIGHS) It's a way for everybody
to wash their hands
so nobody has to feel bad,
so we can pretend there was justice.
Where is our dignity?
So how are we going
to move forward?
I am fighting too, Augustin.
(SIGHS)
(CLOCK TICKS)
I keep seeing Anne-Marie's face...
and the faces of all my girls.
What is it
that you want me to do?
-Am I alone in this?
-No, you're not alone. Martine.
I'm trying.
I'm here and I'm trying.
Augustin,
I got the results.
It's a boy.
(SIGHS)
(GIRLS SINGING IN KINYARWANDA)
(GOAT BLEATING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(STRING MUSIC PLAYING)
(GIRLS VOICES SINGING
IN KINYARWANDA)
(ANNE MARIE'S VOICE ECHOES)
Why don't you come in?
The girls are here.
(ECHOING GIGGLES)
-They're waiting for you.
-No.
I can't.
(ANNE MARIE'S VOICE)
Why don't you come?
What's wrong with you?
-Come!
-No.
(MEN SINGING)
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
(RINGING)
(WHOOPING)
(GIRLS SCREAMING)
Run to that dormitory!
Quickly, quickly! Run! Run, girls!
(SHOUTING)
(g*nshots)
Quickly, girls! Quickly.
Inside, inside.
(SCREAMS QUIET)
Okay, girls.
Girls, listen to me.
Come, listen.
Now, they...
They are going to ask you
for your identity cards.
They want to separate us.
They want all Tutsis to come out.
(SIGHS)
I can't do this.
(CHOIR SINGING)
I'll go, mistress.
(ANNE MARIE)
If Isa goes...
-I'll go.
-I'll go.
I'll go.
I'll go.
(GIRL SOBS SOFTLY)
(DISTANT g*nshots)
(GIRL) I'll go. We're sisters.
We're staying together.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
Please do something.
They're k*lling everybody!
Shh, shh, shh.
(LOUD expl*si*n)
Shh.
Do you understand the choices
that you are making?
Do you understand?
(MEN SHOUTING OUTSIDE)
Somebody help me!
(MAN YELLS)
(GIRLS WHIMPER)
(PANICKED SCREAM)
Hutus here, Tutsis there.
Hutu girls behind me.
All Inyenzis over there.
Now.
I'll not say it again.
We're staying together.
(GASPS)
No, please, please, please.
Think of them
as your own daughters.
Please.
(GROANS)
(GIRL) Mistress!
(GRUNTS)
My daughter is not a cockroach!
Mistress, mistress.
(GIRLS SHRIEK)
(g*nf*re, SHELLS CLINK)
(CHOIR SINGING)
(GIRLS CHATTING)
(GIRL) To Julie, to Julie!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(LIONEL) These are the most recent
sat. photos from Kigali.
You can see here and here,
we have clear evidence
of mass k*lling.
These are freshly dug mass graves.
Well, at this point, honestly,
our list
of possible actions is pretty short,
but if we can adequately backup
the remaining 400 UN troops,
we can probably save some lives.
It's for damn sure we're not gonna
put in any of our soldiers.
There's no political will.
Look, at the rate
that we've been arguing this,
there won't be anybody left to save.
That's fine for you to say, Pru,
but you know it's not Mogadishu.
Everyone in this sweatshop
knows it's not Mogadishu.
But up on the Hill,
Somalia's written all over it.
So we're talking in circles here.
If we can't get
any additional UN support,
-...Then we need some fresh ideas.
-I'm on it.
What's happening with the proposition
to jam radio RTLM?
-We checked. Too expensive.
-Oh, come on.
Our lawyers say it's against
international laws to jam radios.
You know, something about "Freedom
of the press, freedom of speech."
Yes, it's against international law
to jam radios,
but not to exhort massive slaughter.
Come on, we are talking
about hate radio here.
Let's not lose
our perspective.
Radios don't k*ll people.
People k*ll people.
(RADIO PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(DOG BARKS)
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(SOBS)
(CRIES)
Don't die.
Anne-Marie.
Don't go, Anne-Marie.
(SOBBING)
Anne-Marie.
Anne-Marie.
(SIGHS)
Anne-Marie...
Anne-Marie...
(DISTANT RADIO PLAYING)
(WOMEN GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
Victorine. Victorine, come on.
Come on.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up, please.
Oh, dear God.
Oh, dear God.
Oh, dear God.
(WOMAN HISSES)
Come, wake up.
Anne-Marie.
One more time.
Just a little bit.
One last time.
Let's go.
(GRUNTS)
Come on, Anne-Marie.
One last step.
Please, please, help us.
(GASPING)
Help us.
(RADIO PLAYING)
(STRING MUSIC PLAYING)
(RADIO PLAYING)
(WOMAN) Fax this
to the White House, then Mitterrand.
Don't forget the safe conduits
and the copies for the UN.
Okay.
-Any news?
-I'm very sorry, Augustin. No news.
Nobody has seen Jeanne
nor the children.
We have been trying.
And we will keep trying.
(SOBBING)
(DOORS OPEN)
(BABY CRYING)
Alphonse Mugina
from Musange?
Mugina, are you in here?
Bubingo! Where is he?
Bubingo, come on out!
You should get some rest.
I'm fine, Father Salomon.
I'm fine.
(OFFICER) Bubingo, Matthew,
you can come out.
(CHILD CRYING)
(OFFICER)
Soldier, take him out.
Out.
Who is this man?
He is Hutu.
He's just a foolish taxi driver.
He got hurt trying to protect
some Tutsi infiltrator in his car,
but he is Hutu.
And I need a better list.
-I'll work on it.
-I need more names,
and I need them
by tomorrow, understand?
(FATHER) Yes, officer.
(BELLS TOLLING)
(EXHALES)
(BELLS CONTINUE)
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
(CHOIR SINGING)
(CHILD CRYING)
You still can't remember?
A big black hole.
I barely remember...
roadblocks,
militias.
I can see Honor, their uncle.
Marcus...
was at the back of the car.
And?
Nothing.
Pain.
(WOMAN SHOUTING)
(SOLDIER)
Shut up! Come out!
(a*t*matic g*nf*re)
(WOMAN GASPS)
(g*nf*re)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(SHEEP BLEATING SOFTLY)
(WHISPERS)
Anne-Marie.
Oh, Anne-Marie.
Anne-Marie?
I can't move her.
(DOOR CREAKING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Anne-Marie?
No.
(SOBBING)
No.
(CRYING SOFTLY)
No, no.
No.
(REPORTER) What's the difference
between "acts of genocide"
and "genocide"?
(DISTANT SIRENS BLARING)
Well, I think the...
as you know, there is...
There is a legal definition of this.
There has been
a lot of discussion
about how the definition applies
under the definition of genocide
contained in the 1948 convention.
If you're looking at that
as for your determination
about genocide...
Not... Clearly not all of the killings
that have taken place in Rwanda
are killings that...
to which you might apply that label.
But it's as to the distinctions
between the words,
we are trying to call
what we have seen so far
as best as we can,
and based, again,
on the evidence
we have every reason to believe
that acts of genocide have occurred.
(BUSHNELL EXHALES)
(REPORTER) How many acts of genocide
does it take to make genocide?
(SPOKESWOMAN)
Alan, that's just not a question
that I'm in a position to answer.
(REPORTER #2) What is
an "act of genocide," Christine?
As defined in the 1948
Genocide Convention,
the crime of genocide occurs
when certain acts are committed
against members
of a national, ethnic,
racial, or religious group
with the intent
of destroying that group
in whole or in part.
The relevant acts include k*lling,
causing serious bodily harm...
bodily or mental harm
and deliberately inflicting
conditions of life
calculated to bring about
physical destruction of the group.
(REPORTER #2) So wait a minute,
you said genocide...
That is the definition
in the 1948 convention.
-Of genocide?
-Of genocide.
Okay, so you say, genocide happens
when certain acts happen,
and you say that these acts
have happened in Rwanda,
so why can't you say
that genocide has happened?
(MARTINE)
Victorine?
-Victorine.
-Ah.
(WATER TRICKLING)
(MARTINE)
The Lord...
is my shepherd;
(FLIES BUZZING)
(VICTORINE)
The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
I shall not want.
He leadeth me
through green pastures.
He leadeth me
through green pastures.
(CHOKED SOB)
And even as I fear
to walk through the valley
of the shadow of death...
And even as I fear to walk...
-Walk through the valley...
-...Through the valley...
-...Of the shadow...
-...Of the shadow...
Of death.
...As I fear...
Victorine? Come.
Even as I fear...
(VICTORINE REPEATS FAINTLY)
-...To walk...
-...To walk...
...Through the valley
of the shadow of death...
Shh.
Victorine, come on.
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(GRUNTS)
(DISTANT TV NOISE)
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
You know... (EXHALES)
Did I...
Did I t-tell you
that I have a wife?
Yes.
But we...
we are not married,
but we live together, and...
she is pregnant.
It's a boy.
Her name is Martine.
(WOMAN)
My name is Valentine.
You're a survivor, aren't you?
Yes.
(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
Are you...
Are you testifying
for the tribunal?
No.
I'm visiting somebody.
Are you?
Testifying?
I'm...
I'm a secret witness.
I...
I testify tomorrow.
Would you...
Would you come?
(EXHALES) Yes, but
you won't be able to see me.
I'll know that you're there.
(VALENTINE)
The first one,
he took my baby off my back
and put it on the floor.
He penetrated me.
(INTERPRETER TRANSLATING
ON HEADPHONES)
He kept me until
he had me a second time.
Later, I don't remember exactly,
but the Interahamwes
held us in another room,
and they r*ped all the girls.
(EXHALES)
A young man
threw himself on me.
When he had taken off
his pants, he told me
there is no place for me now,
that the government
had abandoned us.
After that,
he did humiliating things
to me.
He didn't even care
that I was a mother.
I heard the young girls scream,
but I could not see them.
When the second man
was finished,
a third one came and...
he forced me to lie down again.
He r*ped me.
At that moment,
I just wanted to die.
(INTERPRETER CONTINUES TRANSLATING)
Then a fourth man came and...
he took me.
At that moment, I thought,
"God in heaven,
who are these men?"
I'm sorry,
but can you tell us
what happened next?
The next day,
the Interahamwes came,
and they made us
come back to that house.
But they had
to drag me there
like a dead person.
I was dead.
Where was the defendant?
Was he in the cultural
community center during this time?
Yes.
I knew that he was the leader
of the municipality.
I felt that he could
have protected us,
but he did nothing.
Did the defendant personally
participate in the r*pes?
I never saw him
r*pe anybody.
But...
he didn't protect us.
He would tell
the Interahamwes,
"Don't ever ask me anymore
how a Tutsi woman tastes."
He was a coach,
encouraging his players.
I heard him say, and these
were his exact words...
"Tomorrow they will be k*lled."
(MAN) Please, go on.
(VALENTINE)
The next day on the street,
an old woman told me that...
all the girls who had been with me
had been k*lled.
She told me I had to leave.
I could barely carry my baby,
but I left.
I hid in a sorghum field.
(JUDGE)
May I ask,
why did you make what must
have been a difficult decision
to come to Arusha
and testify in this tribunal?
(VALENTINE)
I saw what this man did,
and I felt responsible to testify
about this man's betrayal of
the people who are entrusted to him.
When a person leads assassins,
he is also an assassin.
(RADIO)
Rebel units in the Southwest
are tightening their grip on the
government stronghold at Gitarama,
capturing the key military base
at Nyanza,
about 40 kilometers
south of Gitarama,
and cutting the government's
main supply route.
(ANCHORMAN)
The United Nations says
the main government strongholds
in the Rwandan capital Kigali
have fallen to the rebel
Rwanda Patriotic Front...
(FEMALE REPORTER)
No matter what history will say
of these unprecedented events,
one must acknowledge
that it is the RPF troops
that ultimately stopped the genocide.
Western support has been
slow to non-existent.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(MEN MARCHING)
(NEWS REPORTER #2) The commander
of the Rwandan Patriotic Front,
General Paul Kagame,
has declared a ceasefire.
Speaking in the capital Kigali,
he said
the RPF had won the w*r, and
now controlled the whole country,
except for the French-patrolled area
in the Southwest.
General Kagame said his forces had
a right to go anywhere,
but that he would try
to avoid confrontation.
(FEMALE REPORTER) Hundreds
of thousands of Hutu refugees
flee the advance of the RPF troops.
These refugees have participated
in the k*lling
of a now estimated
800,000 of their countrymen.
The fleeing government forces
are using them
as a protective shield.
We're calling the operation
"Support Hope."
General Jack Nix
will lead it from Zaire.
We have army units on the ground
distributing water
for the refugees,
and we have half a million tents.
On the political side, John.
Well, the French are working overtime
to try and save
what's left of the old regime,
and the UN is
in full damage-control mode.
(WOMAN) You should know
that the White House is very pleased
with your quick response
to the refugee crisis,
and Congress is rallying
around the flag.
It's too bad the CNN factor
didn't kick in a little sooner.
-Anybody else?
-(BUSHNELL) Thanks, folks.
Thank you, everybody.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
Well, I guess, that's it.
Prudence, our mission
was not to intervene.
Well, the system
functioned perfectly.
A few years down the road, the
president will ask for forgiveness.
He'll make the promise
of "never again,"
but in terms of national interest,
we did everything right.
We were loyal to a policy
that allowed hundreds
of thousands of people to be k*lled.
As far as moral imperative,
we did not do the right thing.
We're bureaucrats,
not the political leadership.
-Is it because they're Africans?
-Let's not do that, Pru.
It was Rwandans k*lling Rwandans.
I don't... I don't recognize
the city anymore.
( speaks in Kinyarwanda )
(PEOPLE WAILING)
(g*n CLICKS)
(g*nshots )
(DOG SQUEALS)
(WOMAN SCREAMING, SOBBING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(WHINES)
(DOOR OPENS)
I'm looking for my daughter.
She attended...
Anne-Marie?
Anne-Marie Muganza.
(SWALLOWS)
(AUGUSTIN SOBBING)
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
(TAPPING FINGERS)
(GATES CLANGING)
(VOICES ECHOING)
Honor.
Augustin.
(CHUCKLES)
I see
they are treating you well.
Some say too well.
Brother, it has been
a long time.
They say you were in Italy
when they arrested you.
Yes.
Italy,
Zaire, Angola.
I was on the run for three years
before they caught up with me.
I didn't know if I was going
to see you again.
So why did you come?
Because
you asked me to.
(CHUCKLES)
Augustin, why are you here?
Huh?
Are you going to be
like everybody else?
They come in here to parade
their good conscience around,
as if it's a crown.
Look around you.
There's no one here to applaud you.
I didn't...
I didn't accuse you of anything.
I already stand accused.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I'm ready to hear what happened.
I don't think
you are ready for this.
I want to hear it.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I want to hear it.
(HONOR) We managed to get
through some of the roadblocks.
I knew the game.
But the military roadblock
was another matter.
Yes, Colonel Sentore?
Hey, Amakuru.
This is Honor Butera.
I'm here at the roadblock
on the Hospital Road.
No, sir, they won't let me pass.
(HONOR)
I tried to negotiate with them...
...so I called Colonel Sentore.
He was under a lot of pressure,
and he said to me,
"I cannot help you,"
and I would have to go.
And Jeanne and the kids
would have to go into custody.
When I handed the phone
over to the lieutenant,
they were speaking
a different language.
(OFFICER)
What's going on here?
Everybody out!
(g*ns COCK)
(PANTING)
(JEANNE)
Okay, lock the doors!
(SOLDIERS YELLING)
-Mom, Mom!
-(JEANNE) Stay down!
-(g*n CLICKS)
-Oh, please, stop it.
Guys, stop it, they are just kids.
-(BOYS SCREAMING)
-Mommy, Mommy!
-(HONOR) She's just a woman...
-How can you do this?
-(HONOR) He's just a little boy.
-They are Hutu children.
They are ours. They are ours.
(SPITS)
(SCREAMS)
-(HONOR) Please, they are just kids...
Let the boys go. You don't have
to do this. I'll give you money...
No, Mommy!
-(SOLDIER YELLS)
-(HONOR) Take it, take it!
(HONOR) Listen, stop. Stop it!
(g*nshots)
(SHELLS CLINKING)
(GRUNTS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
And Jeanne?
(HONOR) They were so busy
burning my car...
that I think they forgot her.
So I pushed her into the ditch,
to hide her body.
(DOGS BARKING)
But later that night...
I came back
when the street was deserted.
(SOBBING)
(GRUNTS)
She was still breathing.
(GRUNTING)
(WHISPERS)
f*cking savages.
f*cking savages.
The best I could do was a church,
the Sainte-Famille.
I thought she would be
safe there.
I called and knocked,
but they wouldn't open.
So I left her there by the gate.
It wasn't until I was in exile
that I knew of her fate.
I've got to find Augustin.
Maybe he's still at the house.
Jeanne, I am afraid...
(HONOR) She learned
that you were alive
at hotel Mille Collines
and was desperate to reach you.
(SOLDIERS CHATTING, LAUGHING)
(HONOR) After a horrific night,
they decided to k*ll all the women.
Do you think
I'm afraid to die?
(HONOR)
She was very brave.
(SCREAMS)
Go!
(PANTING)
Jeanne, my dear, please.
(AUGUSTIN)
Yes, it's April again.
Every year in April,
the rainy season starts.
(DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLING)
(RAIN CONTINUES)
Hey, that's enough.
You're gonna catch cold.
-Valentine?
-Augustin.
I'm glad you exist. I was beginning
to think I had dreamt you.
I'm very real.
You leave today?
Yes, tonight, on the late flight.
Thank you.
Goodbye then.
Goodbye.
Hey, say goodbye
to our friend.
Let's go.
We'll change our clothes.
(CAR STARTS)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(AUGUSTIN)
And every year,
every day in April,
a haunting emptiness
descends over our hearts.
Every year in April,
I remember how quickly life ends.
Every year in April,
I remember how lucky
I should feel
to be alive.
(KIDS LAUGHING)
(CHARACTERS SPEAKING GERMAN)
(SOFT LAUGHTER)
(AUGUSTIN)
On April 12, 1994,
my wife Jeanne was k*lled.
In that same month of April,
my sons Marcus and Yves-Andre
were also k*lled.
My friend Xavier
was k*lled in April.
My daughter, Anne-Marie,
was k*lled sometime later.
But I never asked when.
(WATER DRIPPING)
Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For Thine is the kingdom,
the power and the glory
forever and ever.
Amen.
Martine Kamanzi.
I was there.
I'm a survivor.
(WOMAN SINGING
IN KINYARWANDA)
(GIRLS SINGING HAPPILY)
(CHORAL SINGING)
Sometimes in April (2005)
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