Hotel Rwanda

BENEDICT: Paul, we would like to speak to you in your office.

PAUL: We, who is we?

BENEDICT: A delegation.

PAUL: What happened?

BENEDICT: They're killing everyone. The Lady Minister! The UN soldiers. They're at the gate.

BENEDICT: Paul, Paul, a moment please.

PAUL: Yes, Benedict, what can I do?

BENEDICT: Can you get me into the Ambassador's reception?

PAUL: I'm sorry, it's a private function.

BIK: Paul... ...I have to talk to you.

PAUL: I'll be back.

BIK: Also, could you remember to use the service entrance at all times?

PAUL: Of course.

PAUL: No, Bik, it's a code word for Tutsis.

BIK: That's what I came to talk to you about.

PAUL: Excuse me?

BIK: The Hutu-Tutsi thing. The BBC faxed to say they would be here on the sixth for the peace accords. And the U.N. wants the banquet room for that day, a reception to broadcast the signing ceremony. Can you organize monitors and check the satellite dish?

PAUL: Leave it to me.

PAUL: Gregoire, there are no cockroaches in this hotel, do you understand?

BIK: Cockroaches?

BIK: Paul!

PAUL: Gregoire will deal with it, excuse me.

PAUL: Don't be foolish. There's more money to be made here.

CAPTAIN: You want to buy anymore cockroaches ask for Captain Naramunju.

CAPTAIN: Give me it.

PAUL: I don't have it here. At the Mille Collines. I can get it for you.

CAPTAIN: You will run into the hotel and hide behind the U.N.

PAUL: I swear, Captain, one hundred thousand francs, enough for a house. I will get the money, you keep them outside.

PAUL: Ten.

CAPTAIN: And four children?

PAUL: I'll give you a hundred thousand francs for all of them.

PAUL: Here, here, a thousand US dollars - fifty thousand francs for my family. To let us drive off to the Mille Collines.

CAPTAIN: How many in your family?

PAUL: Six.

CAPTAIN: You want to pay me?

PAUL: Why not? These are not rebels, look at them. Soon they will be worthless to you. Why not take some money, for your work?

CAPTAIN: How much?

PAUL: Name a price.

CAPTAIN: Ten thousand francs for each one.

PAUL: I don't have that much.

PAUL: Please, I don't use guns.

CAPTAIN: There is nothing to it.

CAPTAIN: They are all Tutsi cockroaches.

PAUL: Let me explain.

PAUL: Captain, I must take my family. It is not safe here.

CAPTAIN: Where is your family?

PAUL: I used to work at the Diplomat.

CAPTAIN: Do you know how to open the safe there? Our government needs to use the hotel and the room keys are in the safe. You must open it.

PAUL: Of course.

CAPTAIN: You heard the Tutsi cockroaches murdered our president.

PAUL: Yes, it is a calamity for us all.

CAPTAIN: You work at the Hotel Diplomat?

PAUL: No. I work at the Mille Collines.

PAUL: What is this about?

CAPTAIN: Let me see your identity card.

CAPTAIN: Who are you?

PAUL: I am Paul Rusesabagina, a good friend of General Bizimungu.

CAPTAIN: We are looking for you.

GLORIA: Do we know who fired the missile that killed the president?

COLONEL OLIVER: No. But I fear it's intention may have been to kill the peace accords and spark a civil war between the Hutu Militia and the Tutsi rebels.

GLORIA: We've heard reports of reprisal killings. Will the UN intervene to stop the bloodshed.?

COLONEL OLIVER: Unfortunately we're here as peace-keepers not peace makers, we can't take an aggressive role.

GLORIA: If the UN changes your mandate could you stop the bloodshed?

COLONEL OLIVER: Yes. With some re-inforcements I'm confident we could impose order.

GLORIA: Have you requested re-enforcements?

COLONEL OLIVER: Yes we have.

GLORIA: What was the response?

COLONEL OLIVER: We're awaiting a decision, excuse me.

COLONEL OLIVER: Paul, I need you to buy me a day or two. I don't have the fuel for this convoy. I will have to scrounge it.

PAUL: I can't. I have nothing left to bribe with. Can your men at the gate hold out for another day?

COLONEL OLIVER: No, Paul, they're afraid. They've demanded to be moved back to headquarters now.

PAUL: Give me their uniforms. I will put people at the gate, in disguise.

COLONEL OLIVER: I wish I could, Paul. Try to hold out.

PAUL: What is it?

COLONEL OLIVER: The rebels have fought their way into the city. They have many Hutu prisoners.

PAUL: They fired a rocket at us.

COLONEL OLIVER: Yes. Where are the Rwandan police?

PAUL: I ran out of bribes. Bizimungu took them away.

COLONEL OLIVER: That explains it. I'm sorry to tell you this but we've heard rumors the Militia are getting ready to storm the hotel.

PAUL: Will you protect us.

COLONEL OLIVER: I can't, I don't have the men.

COLONEL OLIVER: You're fucking black! You're not even a nigger, you're African! They're not staying to stop this thing. They're gonna fly right out of here with their people.

PAUL: Their people?

COLONEL OLIVER: They're only taking the whites.

PAUL: Congratulations, Colonel. You have saved us all.

COLONEL OLIVER: Congratulations. You should spit in my face.

PAUL: Excuse me, Colonel.

COLONEL OLIVER: We think you are dirt, less than dirt, worthless.

PAUL: I don't understand.

COLONEL OLIVER: Don't bullshit me, Paul. You're the smartest man here. You have them all eating out of your hand. You'd own this fucking hotel, except for one thing.

COLONEL OLIVER: Anything. Strong.

PAUL: Canadian Club?

COLONEL OLIVER: Hold the line here. Do not shoot! The Colonel stabilizes the situation, his men watch the militia drive by. Paul approaches Oliver

PAUL: What's happening?

COLONEL OLIVER: They murdered my soldiers. Ten Belgians who I sent to get the lady minister.

PAUL: Where is she?

COLONEL OLIVER: Paul, I've sent my soldiers to rescue the Lady Prime Minister, she'll need a room.

PAUL: Yes sir, but these people they cannot stay here. I've heard you have a refugee center at the airport Stadium?

COLONEL OLIVER: I'm sorry, I can't possibly take them Paul. I'm overrun with refugees. As soon as we can stabilize the situation we'll take them.

COLONEL OLIVER: Paul, you know who this is?

PAUL: Yes, Colonel Monsieur Xavier, the Minister of Finance.

COLONEL OLIVER: Get him a room, but tell no one he is here. Paul will look after you.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: You lie.

PAUL: If you do not help me, you will stay on that list.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: I committed no war crimes.

PAUL: Who will tell them? You need me to tell how you helped the hotel. The others who have gone, they blame you for all their misfortune. They say you led the massacres.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: I led no massacres.

PAUL: You think they will believe you?

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: You will tell them the truth.

PAUL: I will do nothing unless you help me now.

PAUL: You are a marked man.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: How so.

PAUL: The Americans, and the UN they have you as a war criminal. You are on a list.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: I am on a list! What list?

PAUL: When the Europeans left, their soldiers gathered lists.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: We are better here.

PAUL: Listen, you need me.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: I am going to do you a great favor. I am going to take you with us to Gitarama.

PAUL: I do not want to go to Gitarama, General.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: You cannot go back to the hotel. The crazy men are going there now. Better to come with me.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Pack those carefully, put them in my jeep, and guard them.

PAUL: Please, General, call and put your policemen back at the gate.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: You know what the Scottish call it?

PAUL: No.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Ishca Baha - the water of life. I went on a tour once of the finest single malt distillery in the world. Have you ever been to Scotland?

PAUL: No, sir.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Wonderful country, wonderful golf. I wonder - will I ever go back? What do you think?

PAUL: I hope we all get to do many things. Can we go now?

PAUL: Where are they going?

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: They can go where they want. They are in charge now.

PAUL: What do you mean, General?

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: We have decided to move the government to Gitarama.

PAUL: When?

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Today.

PAUL: We must go to the Diplomat.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Get in.

PAUL: Your police are at the gate?

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: After the Diplomat! Paul clambers in the back.

PAUL: General, sir. I am glad to find you. I have found you some supplies.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Whiskey?

PAUL: The finest, and cognac, champagne. Come and I will get them for you.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: I'll be over.

PAUL: Bring back your policemen...

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Where are my supplies?

PAUL: I'm sorry, General. The cellar is empty.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: You have cockroaches dancing on tables and you tell me the cellar is empty? Did they drink my whiskey?

PAUL: No. We have no way of finding other stock but I have money for you from the guests.

PAUL: Please, General, I will give you money, whiskey.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: You said you had no whiskey.

PAUL: Please, I have money. They're driving into an ambush, it's on the radio.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: I will see what I can do.

PAUL: I admire you, General. How do you keep command of your men amidst such madness?

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: I am strong, Paul, like a lion.

PAUL: I wish I were like you. Look at my staff, they won't work, they listen to no one.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: He did.

PAUL: Well rewarded Those were his words.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: If I were to spare a few policemen, where would I station them?

PAUL: The front gate would be best, General.

PAUL: I am worried about thieves and criminals coming into the hotel. Perhaps you could arrange for some police to guard us.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: The police are very busy.

PAUL: I understand General, but when I last talked to the president of Sabena he promised me that anyone who helped protect Belgian property would be rewarded.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: The Americans! Who are they to put us on trial. Let us imagine Paul when their president Kennedy was shot, they said it was a black man. Then their politicians, their radio stations gave orders we must wipe out these black people before they wipe out us. What do you think would have happened? No different.

PAUL: Indeed, general. Excuse me momentarily.

PAUL: Satellites.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Satellites?

PAUL: Yes, they can photograph the epaulets on your shoulder.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: And what will they do with these satellites?

PAUL: The American said intervention is too costly, better to get photographic evidence and snatch up the high command.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: The high command? Our high command?

PAUL: 'Snatch them up and put on a war crimes trial. Lock them all away forever. No political risk, and big publicity.' That's what he said. I thought I'd better tell you.

PAUL: I'm sorry it is not Glenmorangie.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: As long as it is scotch. Your white friends have abandoned you, Paul.

PAUL: The United Nations are still here.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: The United Nations. Madmen are on the streets, Paul. But I will take care of you. Your cellar is well-stocked, right?

PAUL: Yes, General. I am glad you came by. I overheard something that I think you should know about.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: What did you overhear?

PAUL: A discussion between an American Embassy official and a UN Colonel.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: What did they say?

PAUL: The American assured the colonel that they would watch everything.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Watch everything? How? They are gone.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Paul, this scotch is exceptional.

PAUL: It's a single malt, Glenmorangie. I thought you'd like it. Anything you need, gentlemen, let me know.

GENERAL BIZIMUNGU: Oh, Paul, talk to the coat check, please.

PAUL: Let's go.

GEORGE: Take the river road back. It is clear.

PAUL: What do you mean George?

GEORGE: Their money is no good to them. Soon all the Ineysi will be dead.

PAUL: ) You cannot kill them all.

GEORGE: Why not? We are half way there already.

GEORGE: Everything is double the price now, you do understand that?

PAUL: I need rice, beans, beer, and your best whiskey.

GEORGE: Beer yes, but no whiskey.

PAUL: You have no whiskey?

GEORGE: No whiskey, no spirits. Your rich cockroaches at the hotel, they will have to do without their scotch. Anyway, I have bled that cow enough Paul.

GEORGE: A bargain buy, from China. Ten cents each, I'll get a dollar.

PAUL: At least.

PAUL: Time is money, George. We need extra beer today.

GEORGE: Business is good at the hotel?

PAUL: Very good.

GEORGE: I am always glad to see you Paul.

PAUL: I will try my best George but these days I have no time for rallies or politics.

GEORGE: Politics is power, Paul. And money.

GLORIA: Lets go, Jock.

JOCK: Go! What the fuck sort of journalists are we, running from a war? I'm ashamed. Are you? Well, are ya'?

GLORIA: Youre drunk.

JOCK: Here, have a sandwich.

GLORIA: Fuck you.

JOCK: You fucking see that!

GLORIA: Oh my God!

JOCK: Holy shit! Holy shit.

GLORIA: What is it?

JOCK: Satellite feed.

GLORIA: Great. No kidding, When will they be here? Excellent. Yes, call then.

JOCK: For fuck's sake, Gloria There's a big news story out there! We need to get out and cover it.

GLORIA: Were not going outside the hotel grounds unless we have an armored car. That's the ground rules.

JOCK: Ground rules! Where the fuck do you think you are, Wimbledon?

GLORIA: We cover the story from here until we can get proper protection.

GLORIA: The news room has heard that the French and the Belgians are putting together an intervention force.

PAUL: When will they be here?

GLORIA: Very soon.

PAUL: Thank God.

PAUL: The fifth room is your broadcast room.

GLORIA: Good. I'd like to book a massage.

PAUL: Of course.

GLORIA: Great, I really need a shower.

PAUL: Just give me a moment to get your keys.

PAUL: Are you sure this is the river road?

GREGOIRE: I saw the sign.

GREGOIRE: Where are we going, sir?

PAUL: For supplies, you drive.

GREGOIRE: The fog is too heavy, sir.

PAUL: Just drive, Gregoire.

PAUL: Gregoire it is good to see you back to work.

GREGOIRE: Please, except my humblest apologies...

PAUL: Don't worry. I have a job this morning. I must go to visit my good friend George Rutagunda. You know George?

PAUL: Get out of this room and get back to work.

GREGOIRE: I don't have to listen to you anymore.

PAUL: I am in charge now. Get back to work or I'll fire you.

GREGOIRE: Let me ask you Mr. Manager, do you notice a smell of cockroaches? If I were to leave this room, I'm sure I could find this smell. I know people who could cleanse it. But maybe it doesn't bother you? Why is that? Are used to this smell? Not me, I need a clean room to escape it.

GREGOIRE: Mr. Manager.

PAUL: Gregoire, what are you doing here?

GREGOIRE: There are no more rooms.

PAUL: Give me the phone.

PAUL: This is a Rolex, I can't take it.

JOCK: Take it for Christ sake. I wish it was a fucking aeroplane.

JOCK: Give her what she wants, room, food, anything. Charge it all. Don't you put her out, Paul.

PAUL: I would never do that.

JOCK: I know that, Paul. I'm sorry.

JOCK: Perfect timing.

PAUL: This goes out live?

JOCK: Did you bring any of those wee girls who used to sit at the bar in the Diplomat with you? You know?

PAUL: I'm sorry, Mr. Daglish, this is the Mille Collines. No working girls here.

JOCK: Can we phone them in, Paul?

PAUL: I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Daglish.

JOCK: Paul, how the hell are ya'?

PAUL: I am delighted to see you, Mr. Daglish.

JOCK: They moved you from the Diplomat?

PAUL: Promoted. House Manager.

JOCK: Good for you. We're having a little trouble, Paul. We booked five rooms, but...

LIEUTENANT: Who did you call?

PAUL: Call, sir?

LIEUTENANT: Don't lie to me. What's your name?

PAUL: Rusesabagina. Paul Rusesabagina.

LIEUTENANT: I will remember that name. Let's go.

LIEUTENANT: Are you trying to make a fool of me? There are no Europeans left in that hotel. Get me the names of all the cockroaches in there.

PAUL: That will take time.

LIEUTENANT: You don't have time. If I do not have the names, so that I can pick out the traitors, then I will kill everyone here in this car park. Get in there now.

LIEUTENANT: Anderson, Arthurs, Boulier. What is this?

PAUL: The guest list. It hasn't been updated since the murder of the president.

LIEUTENANT: You are the manager?

PAUL: Yes, sir. What is wrong?

LIEUTENANT: Everyone must leave the hotel now.

PAUL: Why sir?

LIEUTENANT: It's an order. Get everyone out now.

PAUL: I...ah...need some time. Please give us twenty, thirty minutes. People are sleeping.

MILITIAMAN #1: Show us the manager. He wears a suit.

PAUL: They have him in the lobby, go quickly.

PAUL: Excuse me.

MILITIAMAN #1: What?

PAUL: Our cards, please.

MILITIAMAN #1: What cards?

PAUL: You have our cards.

MILITIAMAN #1: No. But I make cards. Would you like me to make you two cards?

PAUL: How much?

MILITIAMAN #1: One thousand francs.

MILITIAMAN #1: What do you want?

PAUL: We are to meet Mr. Rutagunda.

MILITIAMAN #1: The commander is not here.

PAUL: He will be here.

MILITIAMAN #1: Show me your ID

MR. GARINDI: It is dangerous to be here. The radio says this is a nest of cockroaches.

PAUL: I need one last favor. Go back and get the twins.

MR. GARINDI: No, it is impossible. That side of town has been destroyed in the fighting. The children are dead.

PAUL: How do you know?

MR. GARINDI: Everyone is dead there. The dogs eat the bodies in the street. I have to go.

PAUL: I will give you my house.

PAUL: Was there blood?

MR. GARINDI: No blood. As I left a neighbor, an old woman, waved to me. I went to her house. She has the little girls. They are safe.

PAUL: I need you to go to this address and bring my brother-in-law and his family.

MR. GARINDI: No, no. This is a very dangerous part of town. I cannot do this.

PAUL: This would be an enormous favor to me. I am a man of means, Mr. Garandi. When this nonsense is over I will be most grateful.

MR. GARINDI: I will see what I can do.

MR. GARINDI: Terrible times, Paul. There are bodies everywhere. I cannot stay here.

PAUL: I need a great favor.

XAVIER: They should go one truck at a time. When the first truck gets through to the airport, then the others will follow.

PAUL: We can't wait. We all go together or not at all.

XAVIER: This time the Militia will kill us.

PAUL: They will surely kill us here. It's over here. We have to take the chance.

PAUL: I'm afraid you will have to move room.

XAVIER: Move? Where to?

PAUL: I'm going to put you on the third floor.

XAVIER: The third floor are low class rooms.

PAUL: Yes they are. However if the army return they will expect important people such as yourself to be in these grand rooms.

XAVIER: Pack the bags, we have to move.

PAUL: Also, this is your bill for the last week.

XAVIER: I will need a suite.

PAUL: Of course.

TATIANA: Oh, my babies.

PAUL: Anais, it is so good to see you.

PAUL: The Diplomat! Tatiana wakens, startled.

TATIANA: What's wrong?

PAUL: I have to go to the Diplomat.

PAUL: We have to have a plan.

TATIANA: What sort of plan?

PAUL: Our children cannot see us die first. If the Militia comes, you must hurry up to the roof. I will meet you there.

TATIANA: Please do not talk like this.

PAUL: We have to. If I do not come, you must take them all by the hands and jump.

TATIANA: We are almost out of water.

PAUL: We are almost out of everything.

PAUL: I love you. Keep the children safe.

TATIANA: Paul! Then another voice.

TATIANA: Let me go. Children get off.

PAUL: I will follow on the next plane. Go.

PAUL: I have to stay.

TATIANA: No! Sit down now.

PAUL: I cannot leave these people. I will wait for the twins.

TATIANA: Ask them to wait a little longer. For the twins.

PAUL: Get on the truck, Tatiana.

TATIANA: No.

TATIANA: A little longer, Paul?

PAUL: We wait until 7:00. If he is not here with the twins he is not coming. We leave. That was your promise. Go help the children.

TATIANA: I will not leave without the twins.

PAUL: We have to get out of here Tatiana.

TATIANA: Please, please try one more time.

PAUL: I'll try but we have to leave, with or without them. I want you to promise.

PAUL: I have a confession. When we met...

TATIANA: In Ruhengeri?

PAUL: Yes, when you worked as the nurse.

TATIANA: Yes.

PAUL: I had you transferred to Kigali.

TATIANA: What?

PAUL: I bribed the Minister of Health to have you transferred to Kigali.

TATIANA: Why?

PAUL: To be closer. So that I could marry you.

TATIANA: What was the bribe? What am I worth to you?

PAUL: It was substantial.

TATIANA: Tell me what it was.

PAUL: A car.

TATIANA: What sort of car?

PAUL: What does it matter.

TATIANA: I want to know.

PAUL: A Volkswagen.

TATIANA: A Volkswagen!

TATIANA: I hear we must pay for everything. How much for this?

PAUL: A kiss.

TATIANA: Please, Paul, why do we have to go to the roof?

PAUL: It's alright. This is the only place I can find some peace.

PAUL: I have to go out to get food.

TATIANA: Go out! Where?

PAUL: To Rutagunda's place. It is close by.

TATIANA: No, no.

PAUL: I have to, Tatiana, we are only as valuable as the service we provide.

TATIANA: You cannot go alone.

PAUL: I'm not going alone. I'll take Gregoire with me. He's a good Hutu, and he wants to impress me now.

TATIANA: What's the matter?

PAUL: We're running out of beer and other supplies.

PAUL: Lynch Bages, 84. Perfect with lamb, or fine rare beef.

TATIANA: So where is the lamb?

PAUL: Maybe Gregoire and the witch ate it.

PAUL: Go to the roof now.

TATIANA: What for Paul.

PAUL: Do as I say. I will be there soon.

TATIANA: You could leave, Paul.

PAUL: What are you saying, Tatsi?

TATIANA: Your card says Hutu. Take our children, go and get the twins, pay money at the roadblocks. Get them out. Please.

PAUL: Enough of this. We stay together. Let me rest, I will feel better then.

PAUL: Listen to me woman. I said all the whites are leaving. The French, the Italians, even the Belgian UN soldiers.

TATIANA: But who is left?

PAUL: I don't know. Colonel Oliver says the UN has three hundred soldiers for the whole country. Black soldiers, Pakistanis.

PAUL: They are being evacuated.

TATIANA: What about us?

PAUL: We have been abandoned.

TATIANA: My sister is dead, Paul. They would not leave the children.

PAUL: No. They are not dead. Stop this.

PAUL: This is not bad news, Tatsi. Perhaps they fled or could not make it home. There is hope.

TATIANA: Please go back, bring the children to us.

PAUL: Has Roger spoken yet?

TATIANA: No, Odette says he's in shock.

PAUL: How can we help him.

TATIANA: He needs to be in a safe place. Have you heard from Mr. Garindi?

PAUL: Give him time.

PAUL: Any luck?

TATIANA: No answer. Please send someone to get them, please.

PAUL: I'll try.

PAUL: This won't do.

TATIANA: It will do just fine.

PAUL: Them. They almost got us all killed. I have done enough for them! We cannot look after them anymore.

TATIANA: What are you going to do? You cannot drive them out onto the road. They can stay with me.

PAUL: What!

TATIANA: I will not have them on my conscience. They will stay in my room.

PAUL: Zozo, get a key for two staff bedrooms. Put these people in them.

TATIANA: Paul, don't let them die.

PAUL: Get in.

TATIANA: What is it, Paul.

PAUL: Stay with the children.

TATIANA: Oh, my God!

PAUL: Where are you hurt, son?

TATIANA: Please, Paul, 'til first light.

PAUL: Dawn. Then they go.

PAUL: Is every Tutsi in the neighborhood here?

TATIANA: They came through the bushes, over the wall. What could I do?

PAUL: Send them home. We are not the police. What do we have to protect them?

TATIANA: Please. Let them stay 'til morning. The militia will not come here, they know you are a Hutu with influence.

PAUL: They know you are Tutsi!

TATIANA: Where are Thomas and Fedens?

PAUL: I sent them home. Go and call them.

TATIANA: I tried already. The phones do not work.

TATIANA: The president has been murdered.

PAUL: Murdered! By whom?

TATIANA: Paul! Paul's eyes adjust, he recognizes many of his neighbors, all crowded into this small room. Then he sees their friends Odette and her husband Jean Baptiste.

PAUL: Jean Baptiste!

TATIANA: Victor was not a stranger, he was our neighbor.

PAUL: He was not family. Family is all that matters. Do you think if you or I were being dragged from here, any one of them would lift a finger to help us?

TATIANA: They do not have your connections.

PAUL: Connections? I have no connections, only favors. If I call to help Victor, a General will think "Paul Rusesabagina is a fool. He thinks my favors are so numerous and so insignificant as to waste them on everybody." Then my hard work is doubly squandered. I insult the General and I do not get to use my favor at all. Please leave these things to my good judgment.

TATIANA: Why didn't you call your contacts in the army?

PAUL: I couldn't help.

TATIANA: You could have asked for a favor.

PAUL: No, I could not. What do you know about favors Tatiana, about barter and deals?

PAUL: No.

TATIANA: We must do something.

TATIANA: Do something.

PAUL: What?

TATIANA: Call your friends in the army. Call someone. Victor is harmless. This is a mistake.

PAUL: Please, be quiet.

TATIANA: Simon, next door, the Charingas' boy.

PAUL: Homework?

PAUL: Thomas wants advice?

TATIANA: He wants your wisdom.

PAUL: Let's have dinner first.

TATIANA: Of course.

PAUL: Good evening, Odette, who is sick this time?

TATIANA: I asked Odette to take a look at little Anais. She has a rash.

PAUL: Your brother's here?

TATIANA: Yes, with Fedens and the children.

SABENA PRESIDENT: I managed to get the President of France on the phone.

PAUL: Thank you, sir, you saved our lives.

SABENA PRESIDENT: Paul, I pleaded with the president to go in and get you all. He told me it will not happen.

PAUL: Why?

SABENA PRESIDENT: I can give you many political answers Paul but the truth is that Africa is not worth a single vote to all of them: French, British, Americans.

SABENA PRESIDENT: Very well. But if this thing gets worse, we must close. If there's anything you need, call anytime.

PAUL: There is one thing I need right away.

SABENA PRESIDENT: Can I have your name again?

PAUL: Paul Rusesabagina, Mr. Godefroid. The house manager. I met you on your last visit.

SABENA PRESIDENT: Yes, Paul, I remember. The Mille Collines is a very important property for Sabena. Our directors believe we should close down, shutter the place until this unrest is over?

PAUL: What is this about no water?

ZOZO: It's true, sir, the water has been turned off.

ZOZO: I saw Gregoire make a call, sir?

PAUL: When?

ZOZO: As the trucks go.

PAUL: You are my family now, Zozo, my brother. I will get you out of here.

ZOZO: Thank you, sir.

PAUL: Let us remember this night and tell the world that even in hell there are good people.

PAUL: Where has all our beer gone?

ZOZO: Sir, Gregoire has been taking beers.

PAUL: How much beer?

ZOZO: Many beers.

PAUL: What are you doing?

ZOZO: The lieutenant wants the register.

ZOZO: What do we do with all these people?

PAUL: Open up the ballroom, we'll put them there. And Zozo tell the kitchen to make rice and beans - a lot of it.

PAUL: Where's housekeeping? They won't pick up.

ZOZO: Sir, no one wants to work. They say the boss has left.

PAUL: Where are the receptionists? Where's Gregoire?

ZOZO: He has taken the presidential suite.

PAUL: What! Paul storms off.

ZOZO: Twelve are dead.

PAUL: How dead?

PAUL: Sit up, smile, Zozo, don't attract attention to yourself.

ZOZO: Boss, some of those men are my neighbors, they know I'm Tutsi.

ZOZO: What is it like to fly on a plane, sir?

PAUL: It depends where you sit Zozo. In coach it is like the bus to Giterama.

ZOZO: That is why they call it coach?

PAUL: Maybe. But in business class there are fine wines, linens, Belgian chocolates.

ZOZO: You have taken business class?

PAUL: Many times.

ZOZO: Rutaganda's place?

PAUL: What's wrong?

ZOZO: Beg your pardon sir, you are Hutu. You are safe there.

PAUL: You are with me, Zozo, don't worry.

PAUL: The French. They supply the Rwandan army.

PRESIDENT: Paul, do everything you can to buy time. I will call you back.

PRESIDENT: Paul, are you there?

PAUL: Yes, thank you Mr. President.

PRESIDENT: Paul, if you have one call in all the world to stop this, who would you call?

PRESIDENT: All. What do you mean all?

PAUL: The staff, the guests.

PRESIDENT: The staff and guests! How many?

PAUL: Now we have eight hundred guests and one hundred staff. I have ten minutes left.

PRESIDENT: Out? Where are you going?

PAUL: I do not know, sir. I think they will kill us all.

PRESIDENT: Paul. Are you alright?

PAUL: We have a big problem. The Hutu army have come and ordered us all of us out of the hotel.

ROGER: There are soldiers.

PAUL: Where?

ROGER: On the street.

PAUL: Why the hurry, Roger?

ROGER: Simon has a new pet. Can I go see it?

PAUL: No, I don't want you going on the street.

ROGER: Please, papa, I have a secret path.

PAUL: Who is this Simon?

ROGER: For food and clothes, and all that grows, etc, etc. Dear Lord, thank you.

PAUL: Thank you, Roger.

REFUGEE: Moses, Moses Seradungu.

PAUL: Can I help you?

REFUGEE: I'm looking for Moses Seradungu's room.

PAUL: What is his room number?

REFUGEE: I don't know.

PAUL: Go downstairs, I will help you.