You have no whiskey?

No whiskey, no spirits. Your rich guests will have to do without their scotch. Anyway, Paul, I have bled that cow enough now.

What are you saying, George?

Your rich cockroaches at the hotel... their money is no good to them anymore. Soon, all of the Tutsis will be dead.

You do not honestly believe that you can kill them all.

And why not? Why not? We are halfway there already. Oh, and Paul, I will give you a crate of soft drinks for the kids. No charge. [To his men] Ten bags of beans! Come! Put those in the van, you! [To Paul] Let me give you a tip my friend, our generals in the army say 'do not go near the Mille Collines or they will send the Belgian soldiers back here'. But soon, those generals will have gone, and we will be in charge. It is time to butcher your cow for the meat. [Pauses] Maybe you can help us Paul. You have some very important traitors at your hotel. Now, if we were to get them, then maybe we could let you have one of two cockroaches of your own. You understand?

It is almost dawn, George. We really must be going.

Take the river road back. It's clear.