Visitors (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript
A confidential file belonging to Richard's grandfather lifts the veil on strange events that took place 34 years earlier.
CLASSIFIED INFORMATIONS
COLONEL WILLIAM LAMOUR
DEAD ON: 03.07.1981
THIS DOCUMENT IS CLASSIFIED.
AUTHOR OF THE REPORT:
GARCIA, ROBERT.
Richard.
Richard.
None of that's going in your mouth.
Let's talk some other time?
Hello, Flora.
-Well, sheriff. What happened here?
-What?
The stain on your shirt.
Richard puked up on me.
Oh yes, well, the grandpa, the grandson...
-I don't know which of you is worse.
-I'll be right there.
The sheriff's got puke on his shirt!
The inauguration of this new radar that
will be the envy of the world.
This radar with expectional performances.
The radar that you see behind me,
Today, June 30 1981
will mark a turning point
in the city's history.
Today, the army base has become the most
advanced observation post in the country.
At Pointe-Claire,
we're clearly pointing to the future.
July 1st 1981 - 10:45PM
Medicated for his PTSD after
coming back from mission,
Colonel William LAMOUR was
assigned to the base against his will.
-They won't let me go back.
-Can you imagine going on a mission?
I can imagine leaving here.
All I do is read files, write reports.
It's like working at a tax office.
Just enjoy the peace & quiet a little.
Time to look after yourself,
look after Flora...
It isn't working anymore...
-Take some time out.
-What's the point?
Robert, I've been thinking...
Why don't you hire me as your deputy?
That's not normal.
-Well...
-What?
You know, I only work with elite troops.
Seriously? How long is it
since you last arrested someone?
When did you last turn your siren on?
Excuse me?
There is something very very very...
10:17PM
We are arriving where the crash happened.
The object is unidentified.
What do we do?
I think... there's a procedure for this...
-I have to speak to the general.
-You can't. He's asleep.
Wake him up, it's urgent.
Fine. Hang on a minute.
I hope there's a good reason
for this, Colonel...
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
I'm so sorry, Father.
It's quite alright. I don't usually
root around other people's things,
but this object caught my eye
when I came in.
Why are you here?
It's Wednesday.
-How are you doing?
-Alright, I guess.
You look irritated.
-Worried.
-Wouldn't you be?
Then, why don't you resign?
You could get a job as a civilian,
doing something you like.
If you don't face up to what happened,
they'll never let you go on
a mission again.
And the longer it is, the harder it'll be.
You know, I've been talking to
soldiers for some years now.
I saw something, early on.
These parts of you... can't be healed.
The wounds are too deep.
What you see is just unacceptable.
You reach the limits of a human being.
This may surprise you,
but I think you should let that part
of you die. Leave it back there.
I could help you accept that.
There's no point bringing it back.
It's shouldn't be here.
Because you have to live.
You have the right to live.
And I think, it is only by accepting it
that something could reborn in you.
We can't bring the dead back to life,
William.
But we have an infinite capacity
to invent, to create.
You just have to look at things
with a brighter light.
How is it at home?
-Do you discuss things?
-No.
-Do you think that Flora is unhappy?
-I think she is.
All she wants is to have a baby.
Have you... thought some more
about having a child?
The child... would be unhappy.
I couldn't do that to him.
The general's office here.
We got cut off yesterday,
& we haven't been able to contact you.
What was the emergency?
See you next week, Father?
Yes, of course.
July 2 1981 - 1:20PM
I meet the colonel LAMOUR, who seems
to have blanks. His behaving is erratic.
What did they say?
Nothing.
Any idea at all?
-Same as you?
-I didn't sleep at all last night.
-Do you think they'll...?
-I don't know!
You're the only one who knows...
Did you have a good day?
It was barely 11 p.m, when, in the sky,
an unidentified flying object
was apparently spotted
flying over the city during few seconds.
And then... nothing.
-Was it a plane?
-Apparently not.
-We were able to...
-Not a plane?
We were able to get hold
of some amateur footage
that we'll show you right now.
Right...
Take you time Nathalie.
As you can see...
-Isn't that incredible?
-I can't see anything.
Wait, hang on...
-Take your time, Natalie.
-There!
Nope. I don't mean to rub it in,
but you can't see a thing.
-Oh yes, you're right.
-We do agree!
-Absolutely nothing.
-I do apologize...
Let's not get people shook up
over nothing! UFOs!
Why not ghosts?
Or vampires!
Or Vampires!
-Or Chinamen!
-OK...
I'm unhappy, William.
I'm so unhappy that I can't help you.
Where is it?
-What?
-You stole it! Where is it?
-What are you talking about?
-Answer me, dammit!
I don't know what you're talking about!
Wait!
Only you knew about it.
Please! Stop! I have a son.
He's called Carlos. He's only six. Please!
July 3 1981 - 12:15am
Colonel LAMOUR visits
me in the middle of the night.
His state got worse. He seems to be
on the edge of psychosis.
I've lost it.
I kept it with me.
I had no choice. And now it's gone.
Why are you armed?
I killed him. He didn't want to talk.
We have to find it.
-It was you...
-You shouldn't keep it on you.
-I've warned the general.
-Are you going to shoot me?
Who did you kill?
-You're really going to shoot your friend?
-Let's go to the police station.
OK?
I can't let you go, William.
You just killed a man.
He's not the first.
We'll look after you, alright?
It's Robert, come to my house.
Quick, hurry up!
We have a man down.
Gunshot injury.
Something could reborn in you...
You reach the limits of a human being...
12:20am
The colonel disappeared.
I find what's left from the unidentified
object. It seems to have hatched.
01:15am
I try to reach Flora LAMOUR.
...
Unsuccessfully.
Are you sure it's mine?
I'm keeping it, Robert.
-William won't ever give me a child.
-Are you going to tell him?
Would you rather do it yourself?
Richard.
Richard!
-None of that's going in.
-Let's talk some other time?
This conversation is recorded.
The report will serve as a record.
-I'm at your service.
-In view of your close relationship
with the colonel,
I must ask you something.
-Yes?
-Do you swear to remain silent?
-I do.
-The intervention will happen at dawn.
William! William!
William! We need to talk.
Due to the colonel's unknown state,
we must ensure there's no major
security risk to our country.
Understood.
The procedure is very strict.
We are going to implement
maximum containment mesures
in emergency.
For the whole inquiry,
containment measures
will be very strict.
We'll shut down the base and
extend the security perimeter.
The colonel will be officially declared
"missing."
You'll use that version
for as long as necessary.
Understood.
Perfect, thank you for your
cooperation Garcia.
-Richard's growing up. He's well behaved.
No. At home, he cries all the time.
That's why I look after him,
they're fed up.
What did you want to ask me?
Do we know...
when we've made the right choice?
What?
It's funny you should ask me that.
I can't answer that question...
Can you imagine the number of
choices we make in our lives?
They don't all have the same impact.
But out of all those choices,
isn't it key to admit
that a few of them might be wrong?
Terribly wrong, even.
I think the act of choosing
is already
an act of courage.
I already have a family.
I'm sorry.
Promise me you'll never tell anyone.
I, the undersigned Robert GARCIA,
Attests to the accuracy of this facts.
I pledge to remain silent.
As long as necessary,
July 5 1981,
Robert GARCIA.
Ready to go?
Thanks
5 YEARS AGO
See you later.
You're really going to shoot your friend?
Hi, I am here for an order
from the bowling.
He has a gun! Run!
Hey, it's Mom. I got your messages.
I can't believe it.
We don't have refundable tickets,
since Jacques is a cheapskate.
Do what you think is best, and we'll
see you in ten days. Love you, honey.
Recognize her?
She's my mom.
She's dead, because of you.
We're sorry, we're sorry.
COLONEL WILLIAM LAMOUR
DEAD ON: 03.07.1981
THIS DOCUMENT IS CLASSIFIED.
AUTHOR OF THE REPORT:
GARCIA, ROBERT.
Richard.
Richard.
None of that's going in your mouth.
Let's talk some other time?
Hello, Flora.
-Well, sheriff. What happened here?
-What?
The stain on your shirt.
Richard puked up on me.
Oh yes, well, the grandpa, the grandson...
-I don't know which of you is worse.
-I'll be right there.
The sheriff's got puke on his shirt!
The inauguration of this new radar that
will be the envy of the world.
This radar with expectional performances.
The radar that you see behind me,
Today, June 30 1981
will mark a turning point
in the city's history.
Today, the army base has become the most
advanced observation post in the country.
At Pointe-Claire,
we're clearly pointing to the future.
July 1st 1981 - 10:45PM
Medicated for his PTSD after
coming back from mission,
Colonel William LAMOUR was
assigned to the base against his will.
-They won't let me go back.
-Can you imagine going on a mission?
I can imagine leaving here.
All I do is read files, write reports.
It's like working at a tax office.
Just enjoy the peace & quiet a little.
Time to look after yourself,
look after Flora...
It isn't working anymore...
-Take some time out.
-What's the point?
Robert, I've been thinking...
Why don't you hire me as your deputy?
That's not normal.
-Well...
-What?
You know, I only work with elite troops.
Seriously? How long is it
since you last arrested someone?
When did you last turn your siren on?
Excuse me?
There is something very very very...
10:17PM
We are arriving where the crash happened.
The object is unidentified.
What do we do?
I think... there's a procedure for this...
-I have to speak to the general.
-You can't. He's asleep.
Wake him up, it's urgent.
Fine. Hang on a minute.
I hope there's a good reason
for this, Colonel...
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
I'm so sorry, Father.
It's quite alright. I don't usually
root around other people's things,
but this object caught my eye
when I came in.
Why are you here?
It's Wednesday.
-How are you doing?
-Alright, I guess.
You look irritated.
-Worried.
-Wouldn't you be?
Then, why don't you resign?
You could get a job as a civilian,
doing something you like.
If you don't face up to what happened,
they'll never let you go on
a mission again.
And the longer it is, the harder it'll be.
You know, I've been talking to
soldiers for some years now.
I saw something, early on.
These parts of you... can't be healed.
The wounds are too deep.
What you see is just unacceptable.
You reach the limits of a human being.
This may surprise you,
but I think you should let that part
of you die. Leave it back there.
I could help you accept that.
There's no point bringing it back.
It's shouldn't be here.
Because you have to live.
You have the right to live.
And I think, it is only by accepting it
that something could reborn in you.
We can't bring the dead back to life,
William.
But we have an infinite capacity
to invent, to create.
You just have to look at things
with a brighter light.
How is it at home?
-Do you discuss things?
-No.
-Do you think that Flora is unhappy?
-I think she is.
All she wants is to have a baby.
Have you... thought some more
about having a child?
The child... would be unhappy.
I couldn't do that to him.
The general's office here.
We got cut off yesterday,
& we haven't been able to contact you.
What was the emergency?
See you next week, Father?
Yes, of course.
July 2 1981 - 1:20PM
I meet the colonel LAMOUR, who seems
to have blanks. His behaving is erratic.
What did they say?
Nothing.
Any idea at all?
-Same as you?
-I didn't sleep at all last night.
-Do you think they'll...?
-I don't know!
You're the only one who knows...
Did you have a good day?
It was barely 11 p.m, when, in the sky,
an unidentified flying object
was apparently spotted
flying over the city during few seconds.
And then... nothing.
-Was it a plane?
-Apparently not.
-We were able to...
-Not a plane?
We were able to get hold
of some amateur footage
that we'll show you right now.
Right...
Take you time Nathalie.
As you can see...
-Isn't that incredible?
-I can't see anything.
Wait, hang on...
-Take your time, Natalie.
-There!
Nope. I don't mean to rub it in,
but you can't see a thing.
-Oh yes, you're right.
-We do agree!
-Absolutely nothing.
-I do apologize...
Let's not get people shook up
over nothing! UFOs!
Why not ghosts?
Or vampires!
Or Vampires!
-Or Chinamen!
-OK...
I'm unhappy, William.
I'm so unhappy that I can't help you.
Where is it?
-What?
-You stole it! Where is it?
-What are you talking about?
-Answer me, dammit!
I don't know what you're talking about!
Wait!
Only you knew about it.
Please! Stop! I have a son.
He's called Carlos. He's only six. Please!
July 3 1981 - 12:15am
Colonel LAMOUR visits
me in the middle of the night.
His state got worse. He seems to be
on the edge of psychosis.
I've lost it.
I kept it with me.
I had no choice. And now it's gone.
Why are you armed?
I killed him. He didn't want to talk.
We have to find it.
-It was you...
-You shouldn't keep it on you.
-I've warned the general.
-Are you going to shoot me?
Who did you kill?
-You're really going to shoot your friend?
-Let's go to the police station.
OK?
I can't let you go, William.
You just killed a man.
He's not the first.
We'll look after you, alright?
It's Robert, come to my house.
Quick, hurry up!
We have a man down.
Gunshot injury.
Something could reborn in you...
You reach the limits of a human being...
12:20am
The colonel disappeared.
I find what's left from the unidentified
object. It seems to have hatched.
01:15am
I try to reach Flora LAMOUR.
...
Unsuccessfully.
Are you sure it's mine?
I'm keeping it, Robert.
-William won't ever give me a child.
-Are you going to tell him?
Would you rather do it yourself?
Richard.
Richard!
-None of that's going in.
-Let's talk some other time?
This conversation is recorded.
The report will serve as a record.
-I'm at your service.
-In view of your close relationship
with the colonel,
I must ask you something.
-Yes?
-Do you swear to remain silent?
-I do.
-The intervention will happen at dawn.
William! William!
William! We need to talk.
Due to the colonel's unknown state,
we must ensure there's no major
security risk to our country.
Understood.
The procedure is very strict.
We are going to implement
maximum containment mesures
in emergency.
For the whole inquiry,
containment measures
will be very strict.
We'll shut down the base and
extend the security perimeter.
The colonel will be officially declared
"missing."
You'll use that version
for as long as necessary.
Understood.
Perfect, thank you for your
cooperation Garcia.
-Richard's growing up. He's well behaved.
No. At home, he cries all the time.
That's why I look after him,
they're fed up.
What did you want to ask me?
Do we know...
when we've made the right choice?
What?
It's funny you should ask me that.
I can't answer that question...
Can you imagine the number of
choices we make in our lives?
They don't all have the same impact.
But out of all those choices,
isn't it key to admit
that a few of them might be wrong?
Terribly wrong, even.
I think the act of choosing
is already
an act of courage.
I already have a family.
I'm sorry.
Promise me you'll never tell anyone.
I, the undersigned Robert GARCIA,
Attests to the accuracy of this facts.
I pledge to remain silent.
As long as necessary,
July 5 1981,
Robert GARCIA.
Ready to go?
Thanks
5 YEARS AGO
See you later.
You're really going to shoot your friend?
Hi, I am here for an order
from the bowling.
He has a gun! Run!
Hey, it's Mom. I got your messages.
I can't believe it.
We don't have refundable tickets,
since Jacques is a cheapskate.
Do what you think is best, and we'll
see you in ten days. Love you, honey.
Recognize her?
She's my mom.
She's dead, because of you.
We're sorry, we're sorry.