This story takes place during the 1994 Rwandan genocide.
The victims were mostly Tutsis,
whose ethnicity sentenced them to death,
along with the regime's opponents.
Between 800,000 and a million perished.
Jacqueline, we're leaving now.
You've got to hide.
You have to stay hidden.
What for?
They'll find me anyway.
Listen, Jacqueline, be reasonable.
I don't want to stay here.
I should be with my children.
You know that's impossible.
You'd be killed as soon as you got outside.
Maybe that would be better.
Stop it.
You're talking nonsense.
We'll come back. I promise.
You've got to hold on a few days.
How am I supposed to stay here?
I don't even know where my kids are.
There are plenty who'll do anything.
I know my village!
And if they don't find me
they'll take the children.
You go now. There's nothing good left for you here anymore.
Sandrine, we have to go.
Come on, please. Let's go.
Remember. Keep quiet, keep still.
I'll be back.
Jacqueline.
Forgive me.
For what?
I'm sorry.
Wait a second.
- Do like we said, OK? - And my kids?
There's no way to know.
Be brave. We'll be back.
Come on.
Let us get on with our work! You get it?
Go on. Get lost!
You're not wanted here! Leave! Leave!
You shits!
I only killed eighty.
Let's have some of their cows.
Do you remember that girl?
Yeah, it was me who fucked her.
And then I killed her.
I'm gonna kill you and toss you into the toilets!
Hey you! I'm gonna smash your head.
I want my mamma!
Come over here! Sit down!
Let go of me! Let go of me!
Do like I said!
Let go of me! Let go!
Let me go! Take pity on me!
Bring back my mamma!
Give me my mamma.
We know who's in league with the rebels: Sebucinganda,
from the Budaho district, Laurence and her husband,
the Butete councilman. And a big rebel bar owner,
in Kidaho. He's called Haguma.
Without exception, every young Tutsi
is collaborating with the rebels in Burambi.
I'm winning!
Me too!
I'm passing you!
What's going on with this shit?
Shit! These things always fuck up!
What are you doing?
Enough! Go to sleep.
Wake up! Let's go!
What are you doing here?
It's not your house anymore.
You have to go.
Get out!
They'll get you and kill you.
Get out!
It's not your home anymore!
Get out!
Get out, I said!
Grab her!
You're going to die!
- Did you find that cockroach? - Not yet.
Keep on looking.
Get up there and have a look.
Look over there. He's got to be there.
Do you see him?
Keep on looking.
Yeah. Hunt him down. Take him down.
He can't get far, he's wounded.
Water.
Something to drink, please.
Something to drink.
I've got to get up.
Why were you gone so long?
Is he stuck?
Shit!
What are you doing?
... We've beaten Rwanda's enemies
They came, under the guise of democracy
And they, too, could exterminate the people
We shot them down in time
Kanyarengwe, that vile cockroach,
He swore he'd take Kigali,
But he was the first to run away
He swore he'd take Kigali,
We shot them down in time
I remember Damascène raping that girl. Then he cut her up.
The girl goes, "Aaah, my God!"
That really gave me a big laugh!
Look. Tomorrow I'll try to get some meat.
We're going to eat meat!
Make a fire. We need charcoal.
It's nothing.
It's nothing, I said!
Just make the fire.
You ever preserve meat?
Me, neither.
Maybe really well-done, it might keep.
In Gitarama my brother's got a big house.
He's got a freezer.
He can put a load of food in it.
It's practical.
His wife had seven kids.
Mine...
only had three.
At school,
I've got kids who never ate meat.
It's so strange to them they don't like it.
At school parties
we have to force it on them.
They seem healthy, all the same.
They're almost never ill.
Except from the fever.
You don't like meat, either?
Help! Please, help!
There she is! In the woods!
What are you doing?
Come on!
You're pretty tricky.
Knowing I won't get muddy.
Too bad. You're cute.
Before I cut you, we could've had fun.
You're going to die, evil bitch.
You know, I'm serving God by eliminating you.
I've wasted a bunch of your kind.
Look over there. He's gotta be there.
Okay?
Can't you find him?
Look on the other side.
I wonder if they caught the other creep.
Just a matter of time.
You don't have a chance. You'll never get out.
If I wanted, I could even leave. Go back home...
Have a nice beer...
Come on!
Here, I'll pull you out.
Come on. Grab it!
Don't be afraid. I won't kill you. You earned it.
Be nice to me and you can go.
Come on! Grab it!
I promise.
Come on!
Grab it!
Stinking filth!
I'll let you croak here.
I'll let you rot.
And I'll come back every year.
I'll come to get water for my field.
Stop looking at me like that.
You're lucky.
This is your lucky day.
I'm going to go.
And you're going to die.
Just like all your kind of cockroach scum.
And I'll do like I said.
I'll come back every year.
No!
Come on.
Come on!
Please.
Don't leave me all alone.
Don't leave me. I'm begging you.
Don't leave me.
Why did you do that?
It's like tea.
It'll do you good.
I was so afraid he'd stay there, and you'd drown.
Why did you do that?
Why did you show yourself?
You mustn't die.
Do you have children?
You have to think of your children.
Why don't you ever say anything?
Tell me your name.
I don't know where my wife is.
Or my children.
I'm always thinking about them.
I'll never get out of here.
I can't do it.
Look, look!
Can you imagine all we can do with this?
What's that woman doing with a machete?
Stumbling like that, and with a machete.
Look at that dress.
And her hair!
What happened? She fell down!
Should we approach her?
Who is she?
Don't go near her.
Maybe it's epilepsy.
What's wrong with her?
It's hunger.
It's that Tutsi woman. I saw her.
Yeah, that's her.
See if she's ill.
Give her some air.
She's breathing.
I know her. She's not sick.
It's not epilepsy.
Give her some air. Let her breathe.
Why are you praying?
She's not ill.
Better we should kill her.
Why let her breathe?
Just let her die.
Adaptation: David Aronson
Subtitling: Vdm - Paris