Visitors (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
This is Richard's first day on the police force. At nightfall, two strange lights collide in the sky.
WELCOME TO POINTE-CLAIRE
SPEAKER: It's 8 o'clock on WKP news
SPEAKER: It's time for
your morning newsflash
SPEAKER: with Daniel and Carole.
DANIEL: Good morning.
A special edition this morning
entirely devoted to this strange
event that took place tonight
Around 3:30 am, an object
that came out of the sky
crashed on John Collins' farm.
The 52-year-old farmer was jolted awake
by the noise.
There is no access to the farm of this man
who is worn down by age, alcohol,
and personal hygiene
that is far from irreproachable.
The sheriff of Pointe-Claire
and his men have set up
an impassable security perimeter.
Collins thus finds himself homeless.
Sheriff Kovac has given us
an exclusive look at his main hypothesis.
Based on what we've gathered so far,
it seems that a tank exploded.
The neighbors spoke of an object
coming out of the sky. How do you respond?
If something had crashed,
it would still be here.
Crashed, but still here.
Unless it left.
Ladies and gentlemen, please move back.
We don't have more information,
but we'll stay here
to update you
as soon as we have more information.
Fuck, I said "information" twice!
Thank you, thank you Willy,
News priority on WKP news.
WILLY: ..behind, fuck come down..
-Willy? Willy, got anything new?
No, just drinking.
Oops..
Your flash news was brought to you by
Nancy Damian-Garcia
and Bret Mendoza, real estate.
A house? A flat?
Our mission? To satisfy you.
Close to the old military base,
our real estate agency will make
your wildest dreams come true.
Honey, you are going to be late!
On your first day, not ideal!
That doesn't suit you at all.
Are you sure about this, Richard?
Join the police?
Are you sure you're doing this
for the right reasons?
Well..
Our team is working from home tonight.
You can come home late.
-But I don't have plans.
-There you go.
-Really late if you want.
-I don't have plans.
Great, that's wonderful.
What's this still doing here?
Seriously.
By the way, did you tell them?
No. We don't talk any more.
It'll come as a shock to them.
FOR SALE
-Why isn't anyone here?
-There's never exactly been a crowd.
We haven't sold anything for weeks.
I think it's since Richard left.
People must like you a lot less than him.
He was kind of the soul of this store.
Right. And now you're a store
without a soul.
That doesn't attract people.
It's very negative to be soulless.
BRET (from outside) Hello, Nancy?
Yes, it's ok, I stuck up the poster.
No, don't worry,
those fools didn't see anything.
When you're a fool, you see less
because you're a fool, that's right.
I'm coming.
FOR SALE
-Hello?
-What the hell are you doing?
Hello?
-Are you screwing with me?
-Hold on. Sorry, I'm on a call.
I can't hear you at all.
Maybe I should call you back.
We're not going to let you get away with
this!
And tell Richard that he's dead to me now!
Really, it's very hard to have
two conversations at once.
That's better, it's quieter now.
You have no right
to do this without our input!
No, this definitely won't work.
I'll call you back.
-Hey, guys!
-Yeah?
Are you buying Zombie Crash?
-We'll think about it.
-Are you joking?
You waited a month for that to come out.
And you played for free all morning.
That's the thing.
With all the waiting, we lost interest.
Right. And we really underestimated
how anxious zombies make us.
Where did you find those T-shirts?
Aren't those limited edition?
Let's catch you up on
the news of the day. Right, Carol?
An object appears
to have crashed from the sky
on the farm of the filthy John Collins.
An old, vile, junkie farmer.
I'm not a junkie!
John, have you seen your teeth?
POLICEMAN:
Get off!
Here's your office.
Welcome.
Shit, don't be stupid!
Sorry.
The Sheriff just called. He needs you.
Me?
Hello.
-What are you doing here, asshole?
-I'm Richard Garcia.
What was that, asshole?
-Answer, asshole!
-I'm the new guy.
They told me you needed me.
Sorry, man.
-Asshole.
-Whoa!
I'm in a uniform and all.
You can never be too careful.
What do I need to do?
Collect all the traffic cones on the road.
-Really?
-Yes.
Since nobody wants to do it,
we thought of you.
Go as far as the intersection.
The road is closed on this side.
There's no access to the farm.
Orders from the top.
What happened at the farm last night?
If anyone asks, you say you don't know.
That's the truth anyways.
Asshole.
Shit!
Are you okay?
This needs to be analyzed.
I was chasing
this weird guy with a hoodie.
I lost his tracks in the forest
and I found this.
It's really weird, right?
That's snot.
-No, I don't think so.
-Yeah, that's snot.
-I'm not so sure.
-What else it could be?
Yes, that's snot.
No, really...
Troubles coming...
-Are you telling me how to do my job?
-No.
-Are you a police instructor?
-No.
Did you graduate as a police instructor
from the police instructors' school?
Do you have a little badge pinned to
your shirt with "police instructor" on it?
No.
You just got here, kid.
You may want to play supercop,
but for now, you'll pick up traffic cones
and you'll do it in silence.
And you won't go making suspects of people
with hoodies who've done nothing.
A guy running with a hoodie is a jogger.
-That's not weird.
-That's not what was weird.
Listen.
I knew your grandfather well.
And it broke my heart
when he lost his marbles.
If you're here to redeem your family and
wreak goddam havoc on my team,
I'd advise you
to turn in your badge now and go home.
-I'm not here for that.
-Then you'll stay here
to listen to the recordings
and write up the reports.
Do you have plans tonight?
No, but why are you asking me to do that?
Come on! Do you really want
to argue about everything?
If I were you, I'd obey and keep quiet.
Do you want to discuss
the gun you pointed at one of my men?
-What?
-Roger told me everything.
He's traumatized.
You're a cop killer?
-Is that it?
-No.
We don't have a lab here.
It's a small town.
Getting things analyzed takes months.
But you can go see Jack,
the science teacher,
who often helps us out.
Here's the address.
Thanks.
Hey.
I don't want to get ahead of myself,
but I think I know what it is.
Snot?
-Shit.
-Yeah, shit.
Of course, "Jack." Jacqueline.
Yeah, that's it.
I didn't recognize the last name on the...
It's my husband's name.
My ex-husband. I just got divorced.
-Shit.
-Yeah.
I need to deal with the paperwork
to get my name back.
It's a hassle, with the move and all.
I didn't originally plan
on living here, but...
Right.
-And you? You're a policeman now?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
-We haven't seen each other in a while.
-Twelve years.
-How's life?
-You need me?
-Absolutely.
-What is that?
I found it in the forest.
I'll keep you posted.
Perfect.
My house is
on the little hill above Collins' farm.
I heard the explosion...
The forest lit up for a few seconds,
as if it were the middle of the day.
Then I heard a breath.
Like a breath in the wind.
It was blood curdling.
We heard a loud noise in the sky.
So, we went outside
and saw flashes. Flashes of light.
Then we saw a big shape,
and some kind of arms came out of it.
Large tentacles like jellyfish,
with pads at the ends.
We haven't been introduced.
Richard.
-Is that recording?
-I don't know. I don't know how it works.
Do you know
Garcia's grandson starts today?
I hope he's not like his grandfather.
It usually runs in the family.
- What did the old man say?
- Just shit...
He has no business being a policeman.
We should teach him that on day one.
-What are you thinking?
-We put piss in his coffee.
He'll definitely realize.
No. Just a bit of piss. He won't notice.
-You scared me.
-You're scared of the police?
No.
Can I...
ask who you are?
-I didn't have time...
-We'll take it from here, officer.
-But I...
-But what?
No, but...
It's just... my boss asked me to...
And as he's my boss...
it's a bit...
I don't know you. You turn up at 10:30 pm.
You're giving me orders,
it's a bit strange.
-I'll leave you to it.
-Where are you going?
-To my office.
-Where's your office?
Over there.
-Next to the lavatory?
-Yes.
Actually, I'm going home.
Okay
Okay.
Oh, Richard!
You're home late.
-Wasn't that the idea?
-You need to talk to your buddies.
It made things very awkward
for me this morning.
Wouldn't it be more honest?
What happened here?
-What happened? We were working.
-We're beat.
Interns are bushed.
A HOUSE FOR THIS PRICE?
IS THAT REAL?
We remind you the bowling's guideline
Strike, fair-play, and pleasure.
Here's Stéphanie going on
with her favorite ball
The night blue one.
What a nice gesture, Stéphanie!
Sensitive, and that's a strike
for Stéphanie, as usual
and Stephanie leaving,
bulging torso, proud
I remind you that in our bowling,
3 strikes and you get a free drink
Is the game good?
But it comes out in two months,
so how did you get it?
The night blue ball for you, me, Stéphanie
Look.
Let's go to the road of love...
...tirelessly, every time, our love...
What can I get you?
Let's see, I'll have...
Four beers.
So, Garcia.
You've gone from the bitches to the beat?
Ty, we're not in high school.
You can't talk to me like that.
You?
You?
Are you telling me what I can do?
Hmm?
Hmm?
-Huh?
-No.
No.
There you go.
What's this about a crash?
Did you put the shop up
for sale without warning us?
-What's going on?
-Would it kill you to do it the right way?
Hey!
-What's going on, Richard?
-You won't get away like that!
Richard, it's Jack.
That thing you brought me...
I've never seen anything like it.
Where did you find this?
-In the forest.
-Stop running away!
-Who was that, Richard?
-Why are we here?
- Shhh.
-Why do we stop?
-Shhh.
-And why..
-Stop talking.
-I missed you, Richard.
-I didn't. Shh.
-What happened last night?
-Sh!
Enough with the grumpiness.
Wow, cool!
Oh, fuck, guys.
First contact.
Do you remember
what we used to do as kids?
We'd send balloons
into the sky with our address
so the aliens would come
to our birthday parties.
Now, we're realizing
that wasn't a fantasy.
It's all real.
It's all making sense.
Our lives make sense now.
Shit, happy birthdays, guys.
Nobody moves!
-Seriously?
-You wanted to say it?
You have the right to remain silent,
or take a lawyer.
-Shut up!
- It's important to say that.
Chill, my dudes, okay?
-It's not at all what you think.
-Well, it kind of is, my dudes.
It's illegal, you know?!
Yes, they all are our customers!
How could you?
It's Garcia, boss.
Sorry, sport.
I can't keep your face straight.
-You stay here...
-For the cones?
You see! You learn quickly.
-Evacuation!
-Ok, Boss!
SPEAKER: It's 8 o'clock on WKP news
SPEAKER: It's time for
your morning newsflash
SPEAKER: with Daniel and Carole.
DANIEL: Good morning.
A special edition this morning
entirely devoted to this strange
event that took place tonight
Around 3:30 am, an object
that came out of the sky
crashed on John Collins' farm.
The 52-year-old farmer was jolted awake
by the noise.
There is no access to the farm of this man
who is worn down by age, alcohol,
and personal hygiene
that is far from irreproachable.
The sheriff of Pointe-Claire
and his men have set up
an impassable security perimeter.
Collins thus finds himself homeless.
Sheriff Kovac has given us
an exclusive look at his main hypothesis.
Based on what we've gathered so far,
it seems that a tank exploded.
The neighbors spoke of an object
coming out of the sky. How do you respond?
If something had crashed,
it would still be here.
Crashed, but still here.
Unless it left.
Ladies and gentlemen, please move back.
We don't have more information,
but we'll stay here
to update you
as soon as we have more information.
Fuck, I said "information" twice!
Thank you, thank you Willy,
News priority on WKP news.
WILLY: ..behind, fuck come down..
-Willy? Willy, got anything new?
No, just drinking.
Oops..
Your flash news was brought to you by
Nancy Damian-Garcia
and Bret Mendoza, real estate.
A house? A flat?
Our mission? To satisfy you.
Close to the old military base,
our real estate agency will make
your wildest dreams come true.
Honey, you are going to be late!
On your first day, not ideal!
That doesn't suit you at all.
Are you sure about this, Richard?
Join the police?
Are you sure you're doing this
for the right reasons?
Well..
Our team is working from home tonight.
You can come home late.
-But I don't have plans.
-There you go.
-Really late if you want.
-I don't have plans.
Great, that's wonderful.
What's this still doing here?
Seriously.
By the way, did you tell them?
No. We don't talk any more.
It'll come as a shock to them.
FOR SALE
-Why isn't anyone here?
-There's never exactly been a crowd.
We haven't sold anything for weeks.
I think it's since Richard left.
People must like you a lot less than him.
He was kind of the soul of this store.
Right. And now you're a store
without a soul.
That doesn't attract people.
It's very negative to be soulless.
BRET (from outside) Hello, Nancy?
Yes, it's ok, I stuck up the poster.
No, don't worry,
those fools didn't see anything.
When you're a fool, you see less
because you're a fool, that's right.
I'm coming.
FOR SALE
-Hello?
-What the hell are you doing?
Hello?
-Are you screwing with me?
-Hold on. Sorry, I'm on a call.
I can't hear you at all.
Maybe I should call you back.
We're not going to let you get away with
this!
And tell Richard that he's dead to me now!
Really, it's very hard to have
two conversations at once.
That's better, it's quieter now.
You have no right
to do this without our input!
No, this definitely won't work.
I'll call you back.
-Hey, guys!
-Yeah?
Are you buying Zombie Crash?
-We'll think about it.
-Are you joking?
You waited a month for that to come out.
And you played for free all morning.
That's the thing.
With all the waiting, we lost interest.
Right. And we really underestimated
how anxious zombies make us.
Where did you find those T-shirts?
Aren't those limited edition?
Let's catch you up on
the news of the day. Right, Carol?
An object appears
to have crashed from the sky
on the farm of the filthy John Collins.
An old, vile, junkie farmer.
I'm not a junkie!
John, have you seen your teeth?
POLICEMAN:
Get off!
Here's your office.
Welcome.
Shit, don't be stupid!
Sorry.
The Sheriff just called. He needs you.
Me?
Hello.
-What are you doing here, asshole?
-I'm Richard Garcia.
What was that, asshole?
-Answer, asshole!
-I'm the new guy.
They told me you needed me.
Sorry, man.
-Asshole.
-Whoa!
I'm in a uniform and all.
You can never be too careful.
What do I need to do?
Collect all the traffic cones on the road.
-Really?
-Yes.
Since nobody wants to do it,
we thought of you.
Go as far as the intersection.
The road is closed on this side.
There's no access to the farm.
Orders from the top.
What happened at the farm last night?
If anyone asks, you say you don't know.
That's the truth anyways.
Asshole.
Shit!
Are you okay?
This needs to be analyzed.
I was chasing
this weird guy with a hoodie.
I lost his tracks in the forest
and I found this.
It's really weird, right?
That's snot.
-No, I don't think so.
-Yeah, that's snot.
-I'm not so sure.
-What else it could be?
Yes, that's snot.
No, really...
Troubles coming...
-Are you telling me how to do my job?
-No.
-Are you a police instructor?
-No.
Did you graduate as a police instructor
from the police instructors' school?
Do you have a little badge pinned to
your shirt with "police instructor" on it?
No.
You just got here, kid.
You may want to play supercop,
but for now, you'll pick up traffic cones
and you'll do it in silence.
And you won't go making suspects of people
with hoodies who've done nothing.
A guy running with a hoodie is a jogger.
-That's not weird.
-That's not what was weird.
Listen.
I knew your grandfather well.
And it broke my heart
when he lost his marbles.
If you're here to redeem your family and
wreak goddam havoc on my team,
I'd advise you
to turn in your badge now and go home.
-I'm not here for that.
-Then you'll stay here
to listen to the recordings
and write up the reports.
Do you have plans tonight?
No, but why are you asking me to do that?
Come on! Do you really want
to argue about everything?
If I were you, I'd obey and keep quiet.
Do you want to discuss
the gun you pointed at one of my men?
-What?
-Roger told me everything.
He's traumatized.
You're a cop killer?
-Is that it?
-No.
We don't have a lab here.
It's a small town.
Getting things analyzed takes months.
But you can go see Jack,
the science teacher,
who often helps us out.
Here's the address.
Thanks.
Hey.
I don't want to get ahead of myself,
but I think I know what it is.
Snot?
-Shit.
-Yeah, shit.
Of course, "Jack." Jacqueline.
Yeah, that's it.
I didn't recognize the last name on the...
It's my husband's name.
My ex-husband. I just got divorced.
-Shit.
-Yeah.
I need to deal with the paperwork
to get my name back.
It's a hassle, with the move and all.
I didn't originally plan
on living here, but...
Right.
-And you? You're a policeman now?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
-We haven't seen each other in a while.
-Twelve years.
-How's life?
-You need me?
-Absolutely.
-What is that?
I found it in the forest.
I'll keep you posted.
Perfect.
My house is
on the little hill above Collins' farm.
I heard the explosion...
The forest lit up for a few seconds,
as if it were the middle of the day.
Then I heard a breath.
Like a breath in the wind.
It was blood curdling.
We heard a loud noise in the sky.
So, we went outside
and saw flashes. Flashes of light.
Then we saw a big shape,
and some kind of arms came out of it.
Large tentacles like jellyfish,
with pads at the ends.
We haven't been introduced.
Richard.
-Is that recording?
-I don't know. I don't know how it works.
Do you know
Garcia's grandson starts today?
I hope he's not like his grandfather.
It usually runs in the family.
- What did the old man say?
- Just shit...
He has no business being a policeman.
We should teach him that on day one.
-What are you thinking?
-We put piss in his coffee.
He'll definitely realize.
No. Just a bit of piss. He won't notice.
-You scared me.
-You're scared of the police?
No.
Can I...
ask who you are?
-I didn't have time...
-We'll take it from here, officer.
-But I...
-But what?
No, but...
It's just... my boss asked me to...
And as he's my boss...
it's a bit...
I don't know you. You turn up at 10:30 pm.
You're giving me orders,
it's a bit strange.
-I'll leave you to it.
-Where are you going?
-To my office.
-Where's your office?
Over there.
-Next to the lavatory?
-Yes.
Actually, I'm going home.
Okay
Okay.
Oh, Richard!
You're home late.
-Wasn't that the idea?
-You need to talk to your buddies.
It made things very awkward
for me this morning.
Wouldn't it be more honest?
What happened here?
-What happened? We were working.
-We're beat.
Interns are bushed.
A HOUSE FOR THIS PRICE?
IS THAT REAL?
We remind you the bowling's guideline
Strike, fair-play, and pleasure.
Here's Stéphanie going on
with her favorite ball
The night blue one.
What a nice gesture, Stéphanie!
Sensitive, and that's a strike
for Stéphanie, as usual
and Stephanie leaving,
bulging torso, proud
I remind you that in our bowling,
3 strikes and you get a free drink
Is the game good?
But it comes out in two months,
so how did you get it?
The night blue ball for you, me, Stéphanie
Look.
Let's go to the road of love...
...tirelessly, every time, our love...
What can I get you?
Let's see, I'll have...
Four beers.
So, Garcia.
You've gone from the bitches to the beat?
Ty, we're not in high school.
You can't talk to me like that.
You?
You?
Are you telling me what I can do?
Hmm?
Hmm?
-Huh?
-No.
No.
There you go.
What's this about a crash?
Did you put the shop up
for sale without warning us?
-What's going on?
-Would it kill you to do it the right way?
Hey!
-What's going on, Richard?
-You won't get away like that!
Richard, it's Jack.
That thing you brought me...
I've never seen anything like it.
Where did you find this?
-In the forest.
-Stop running away!
-Who was that, Richard?
-Why are we here?
- Shhh.
-Why do we stop?
-Shhh.
-And why..
-Stop talking.
-I missed you, Richard.
-I didn't. Shh.
-What happened last night?
-Sh!
Enough with the grumpiness.
Wow, cool!
Oh, fuck, guys.
First contact.
Do you remember
what we used to do as kids?
We'd send balloons
into the sky with our address
so the aliens would come
to our birthday parties.
Now, we're realizing
that wasn't a fantasy.
It's all real.
It's all making sense.
Our lives make sense now.
Shit, happy birthdays, guys.
Nobody moves!
-Seriously?
-You wanted to say it?
You have the right to remain silent,
or take a lawyer.
-Shut up!
- It's important to say that.
Chill, my dudes, okay?
-It's not at all what you think.
-Well, it kind of is, my dudes.
It's illegal, you know?!
Yes, they all are our customers!
How could you?
It's Garcia, boss.
Sorry, sport.
I can't keep your face straight.
-You stay here...
-For the cones?
You see! You learn quickly.
-Evacuation!
-Ok, Boss!