The driver of the forklift, anxiously, spins the machine to return the
crate but it slides off and CRASHES onto the floor: MACHETES, hundreds
of them, spill out.
An awkward moment then George picks one of the crude blades.
A bargain buy, from China. Ten cents
each, I'll get a dollar.
Off Zozo terrified.
EXT. KIGALI AIRPORT TARMAC. DAY
A Sabena airliner lands. Passengers disembark via a roll-up staircase.
Paul's van pulls up by the luggage belt.
A large polystyrene box comes down the conveyor belt. It has Brussels -
Kigali destination stickers all over it.
As Zozo picks it up, water sloshes from the lid.
The ice has melted!
Zozo goes to open it.
Don't. Let's go.
Paul slips money to two customs officials.
EXT. KIGALI STREETS. DAY
The van speeds through traffic. More traffic jams, Zozo edges up on the
sidewalk. Then at an intersection they see.
THE INTERAHAMWE PARADE - a mass of young men and women, most in the
same colorful uniform. Line after line, waves all performing the
INTERAHAMWE war dance, in wild hypnotic sync, many wave sticks, spears,
wooden imitation guns. A large banner reads, "Hutu Power."
A flatbed truck, speakers blare drumbeat music. On it GEORGE RUTAGUNDA
dances the DANCE and waves a machete to the crowd.
Zozo sinks down behind the wheel.
Sit up, smile, Zozo, don't attract
attention to yourself.
Boss, some of those men are my neighbors,
they know I'm Tutsi.