Visitors (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript
After an evening of drinking, Special Agents Muller and Scolla carry out a tough interrogation in an attempt to shed light on the night's events.
You are watching WKP. News, nothing
but the news, with Daniel and Carole.
Can you tell me, sir,
whether or not tank owners
-are in danger, today?
-We've sold storage tanks
for over half a century now.
Look at the number of accidents.
The figures are clear.
-What are they?
-Take a look.
I don't want to, I want you to tell me.
You can't deny what we're seeing here.
It looks like the explosion
at John Collins'.
I'm sorry, but should we be giving credit
-to a disgusting old criminal?
-He's not a criminal.
-He is disgusting, though.
-Oh yes, absolutely.
But not a criminal.
But... He is disgusting, I agree with you.
There's no way you can prove this wasn't
a tank explosion.
I'm not playing this game with you.
Which game? The game of being true?
You sure did loose the instructions
a long time ago.
Nice, well said!
Now, onto the weather...
I gotta get outta here!
Why? To meet your alien friends?
I don't know!
I don't know what I'm doing here!
-Neither do I.
-Me neither.
Do you remember last night?
I was home.
After everything we've been through.
I had to take a break.
Let's go out.
-What?
-When did you and I last go out?
Do you have something to celebrate?
We had a couple of drinks
to get us in the mood...
Except we hadn't had a drink
in a...
...long time.
So, what happened?
We gotta stop hurting each other...
I wuv you.
I really wuv you!
-Oh shit.
-It's him.
No wait.
No, no, no. I don't give a shit about him.
You know what?
You live your life...
And I'll live mine.
No, wait. Richard! I swear!
I told him to fuck off!
-Look!
-Come get me. One of those idiots...
Stop calling me!
- What?
-You think I give a damn about you?
Dream on!
What is happening to you?
Then I went to the bowling alley.
The music is really loud!
I hear a lot of bass.
Richard! We wanted to apologize.
We work for the Feds and we set you up.
-What?
-We were hired
to prove you were sheltering an alien.
-OK.
-We feel real bad about it.
Sorry!
I feel like I'm infused in sadness!
Why did you leave me, Richard?
-Why didn't you tell me the truth?
-Are we really gonna do this?
It's in the past.
We need to move forward...
No! Why didn't you tell me
who the girl you took in was?
I was trying to protect you.
Do you really want to know?
Wait a minute... That is when
I saw you at the bowling alley!
Do you really want to know?
Can't we come with you?
-You are going anyway?
-Yes.
After the army base, I went to the shop.
But it was too hard.
Knowing that Mitch would never
come back, I couldn't stay there.
After that, I went to the bowling alley.
...to prove that you'd been hiding
an alien.
-We're really sorry.
-We hope you're not mad at us
for turning you in...
Then Roger turned up,
and we started chatting.
That's what society does... It
classifies us in little metal boxes.
Why metal?
Because metal is cold.
Sometimes, when I wake up,
-I feel like I'm in fetters.
-In feta?
No, fetters.
Tatters?
Clearly, you don't know the word.
I feel like I'm trapped
in something invisible.
You're a nice guy.
-When I first saw you, I thought...
-I was a leader?
I know, that's the problem.
I scare people.
The music is really loud!
I hear a lot of bass.
It's like I'm in the
bass player's stomach.
OK, we get it!
Wait! The last simile is pretty good.
I'm so sad!
I feel like I'm infused in sadness!
It's like I have a little bag
of sadness tea inside me,
constantly brewing up sadness.
Why didn't you tell me
who the girl you took in was?
Do you really wanna know?
Hey... Isn't that your best friend?
He was.
Yeah... well, then...
So, I was at the base...
We know!
Do you recognize her?
That's my mother.
She's dead because of you!
We'll be leaving soon.
We just need one more thing to get.
What?
-We need to find you a female.
-What?
Seriously?
-It's not that weird!
-Yeah but...
-It's not very PC, dude.
-Let me go on, please!
-Can I choose?
-Why? They're all the same.
We chose you because you have
the most brilliant mind
we have found here.
We just have to be sure you can procreate.
-Come on!
-Wow...
Because I'm not the most brilliant
mind around here, maybe?
-OK, that's true.
-Yes, you are.
All right then.
So stop making it a gender issue.
If it had been a woman
with the most brilliant mind,
they'd have been looking for a male.
Can I tell the story?
We're so lucky
we ran into all of you this evening.
It really gives us a chance
to clear our conscience.
Because when the hard disk is full,
you can try to install anything you
want but it's full,
And at some point, you just gotta
free some space.
Mitch! What do I mean to you?
What do I mean to you?
You think you can toss me aside
like an old sock?
-Tissue.
-Toss me away like an old tissue!
When the cats abandon ship...
-Rats.
-Exactly!
Rats. Cats. Everyone's abandoning ship.
And I'm all alone.
Well, I don't need you!
Because Roger's my new best friend.
And he stinks of the truth!
Can you smell it?
Do you smell how much Roger
stinks of the truth?
Open the windows. Why? Because Roger
just came in and he stinks of the truth.
Honestly, I have no memory of that.
I'm good!
Anyway, after that...
Here's to the end of the...
Richard!
Hey! Do you like riddles?
What comes after the letter H?
-I?
-What insect makes honey?
-Bee?
-What do you call a table in a plane?
-Tray?
-Complete the song. "Me Oh"...
-My?
-The President runs the...
-Country?
-Now, put it all together?
-I betray my country.
...by hiding an alien, etc.
We got the confession!
-Can you hear us? Will that do?
-Yes.
Will that do?
Good job guys.
Mission accomplished
You are stunning.
I can't see anymore!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
I'm sorry guys.
-I'm so sorry.
-It's fine!
Don't worry about it!
I was a real jerk!
Stop going on about it!
I had to go...
I was drowning in that store.
All right, we get it...
I just wanted to say...
I love you, guys!
I love you guys so much...
Ever...
Ever since I left...
my heart has been so empty!
Oh, shit!
I came to give you a hand.
-Come get me. One of those idiots...
-Stop calling me!
-You think I give a damn about you?
-What?
-Dream on!
-What's wrong with you?
Asshole!
The guy you tried to burn alive
survived. You won't be charged for murder.
Just for attempted murder &
treason against the State!
-What?
-You talking to me?
What am I, your BFF?
All right, calm down.
He's annoying with me since the beginning!
- Stop it, now.
- Stop what? She started it!
No! Stop it! No.
I think we started off badly.
Do you guys want some coffee?
-Coffee?
-Yes.
And your mamas want a coffee too?
-Hey!
-Come on!
If you guys don't change your tune,
-I'm going to fuck you up!
-That's enough.
I'll explain what happened last night.
THE FEDS
It's her!
Fuck, it's her! Well done.
Well done, you.
Well done, us.
-Run.
-No!
Stop! Don't!
No!
OK, we get it!
We are the police!
I have a big problem with uniforms.
I think you've made your point!
-That was a close one.
-Yeah.
-I betray my country.
-By hiding an alien.
We got the confession!
-Can you hear us?
-Yes
Will that do?
We needed a confession from you.
You're our bitch, now.
We counter-espionaged you, ass-wipes!
For goodness sake...
I'm going on. Here things get interesting.
-Oh, shit...
-No!
I think we hit a deer, Scolla.
That's not a deer...
I'm not sure.
It might have lost its antlers.
Let's go.
Yeah, baby!
We then spent ages
trying to get the car to start.
We called Perez, who drove you all
to the police station, and here we are.
Guys! You need to see this!
...our reporter is on the scene.
Go on, Willy.
An exclusive bulletin from WKP News...
John Collins is currently
holding several people hostage
at the tank factory, including Sheriff
Kovac of Pointe-Claire police.
For now, we don't know his demands,
as our microphone
is too far from the scene.
It's fine. The only hostages
are factory workers.
Someone's coming out!
OK... I have no idea what they're sayin
but Collins looks very determined.
Well, that's that, then.
A bit anti-climactic...
It's hard to tell from here...
A bit.
Not so visual. Not...
Yeah... Nothing comes to it.
Not incredible.
-Don't I know you?
-No.
-Yes, I do.
All right.
DR. ALICE BEJM
PSYCHIATRIST
-I was right. We do know each other.
-Can I help you?
You don't remember me?
I came here when I was in college.
I'd just been tested positive.
Why didn't you tell me you were
friends with Richard & his gang?
-Excuse me?
-What were you doing with them yesterday?
Sorry, I have to work.
If you want an appointment,
you need to call my secretary.
I came to give you some help.
Why didn't you tell me you knew Garcia?
I don't remember you!
Leave or I'll call the cops!
We're going to have a nice little chat.
Wait!
Come back!
Let's go.
Yeah, baby!
No!
OK, we get it!
We are the police!
And that's when you arrived.
OK.
but the news, with Daniel and Carole.
Can you tell me, sir,
whether or not tank owners
-are in danger, today?
-We've sold storage tanks
for over half a century now.
Look at the number of accidents.
The figures are clear.
-What are they?
-Take a look.
I don't want to, I want you to tell me.
You can't deny what we're seeing here.
It looks like the explosion
at John Collins'.
I'm sorry, but should we be giving credit
-to a disgusting old criminal?
-He's not a criminal.
-He is disgusting, though.
-Oh yes, absolutely.
But not a criminal.
But... He is disgusting, I agree with you.
There's no way you can prove this wasn't
a tank explosion.
I'm not playing this game with you.
Which game? The game of being true?
You sure did loose the instructions
a long time ago.
Nice, well said!
Now, onto the weather...
I gotta get outta here!
Why? To meet your alien friends?
I don't know!
I don't know what I'm doing here!
-Neither do I.
-Me neither.
Do you remember last night?
I was home.
After everything we've been through.
I had to take a break.
Let's go out.
-What?
-When did you and I last go out?
Do you have something to celebrate?
We had a couple of drinks
to get us in the mood...
Except we hadn't had a drink
in a...
...long time.
So, what happened?
We gotta stop hurting each other...
I wuv you.
I really wuv you!
-Oh shit.
-It's him.
No wait.
No, no, no. I don't give a shit about him.
You know what?
You live your life...
And I'll live mine.
No, wait. Richard! I swear!
I told him to fuck off!
-Look!
-Come get me. One of those idiots...
Stop calling me!
- What?
-You think I give a damn about you?
Dream on!
What is happening to you?
Then I went to the bowling alley.
The music is really loud!
I hear a lot of bass.
Richard! We wanted to apologize.
We work for the Feds and we set you up.
-What?
-We were hired
to prove you were sheltering an alien.
-OK.
-We feel real bad about it.
Sorry!
I feel like I'm infused in sadness!
Why did you leave me, Richard?
-Why didn't you tell me the truth?
-Are we really gonna do this?
It's in the past.
We need to move forward...
No! Why didn't you tell me
who the girl you took in was?
I was trying to protect you.
Do you really want to know?
Wait a minute... That is when
I saw you at the bowling alley!
Do you really want to know?
Can't we come with you?
-You are going anyway?
-Yes.
After the army base, I went to the shop.
But it was too hard.
Knowing that Mitch would never
come back, I couldn't stay there.
After that, I went to the bowling alley.
...to prove that you'd been hiding
an alien.
-We're really sorry.
-We hope you're not mad at us
for turning you in...
Then Roger turned up,
and we started chatting.
That's what society does... It
classifies us in little metal boxes.
Why metal?
Because metal is cold.
Sometimes, when I wake up,
-I feel like I'm in fetters.
-In feta?
No, fetters.
Tatters?
Clearly, you don't know the word.
I feel like I'm trapped
in something invisible.
You're a nice guy.
-When I first saw you, I thought...
-I was a leader?
I know, that's the problem.
I scare people.
The music is really loud!
I hear a lot of bass.
It's like I'm in the
bass player's stomach.
OK, we get it!
Wait! The last simile is pretty good.
I'm so sad!
I feel like I'm infused in sadness!
It's like I have a little bag
of sadness tea inside me,
constantly brewing up sadness.
Why didn't you tell me
who the girl you took in was?
Do you really wanna know?
Hey... Isn't that your best friend?
He was.
Yeah... well, then...
So, I was at the base...
We know!
Do you recognize her?
That's my mother.
She's dead because of you!
We'll be leaving soon.
We just need one more thing to get.
What?
-We need to find you a female.
-What?
Seriously?
-It's not that weird!
-Yeah but...
-It's not very PC, dude.
-Let me go on, please!
-Can I choose?
-Why? They're all the same.
We chose you because you have
the most brilliant mind
we have found here.
We just have to be sure you can procreate.
-Come on!
-Wow...
Because I'm not the most brilliant
mind around here, maybe?
-OK, that's true.
-Yes, you are.
All right then.
So stop making it a gender issue.
If it had been a woman
with the most brilliant mind,
they'd have been looking for a male.
Can I tell the story?
We're so lucky
we ran into all of you this evening.
It really gives us a chance
to clear our conscience.
Because when the hard disk is full,
you can try to install anything you
want but it's full,
And at some point, you just gotta
free some space.
Mitch! What do I mean to you?
What do I mean to you?
You think you can toss me aside
like an old sock?
-Tissue.
-Toss me away like an old tissue!
When the cats abandon ship...
-Rats.
-Exactly!
Rats. Cats. Everyone's abandoning ship.
And I'm all alone.
Well, I don't need you!
Because Roger's my new best friend.
And he stinks of the truth!
Can you smell it?
Do you smell how much Roger
stinks of the truth?
Open the windows. Why? Because Roger
just came in and he stinks of the truth.
Honestly, I have no memory of that.
I'm good!
Anyway, after that...
Here's to the end of the...
Richard!
Hey! Do you like riddles?
What comes after the letter H?
-I?
-What insect makes honey?
-Bee?
-What do you call a table in a plane?
-Tray?
-Complete the song. "Me Oh"...
-My?
-The President runs the...
-Country?
-Now, put it all together?
-I betray my country.
...by hiding an alien, etc.
We got the confession!
-Can you hear us? Will that do?
-Yes.
Will that do?
Good job guys.
Mission accomplished
You are stunning.
I can't see anymore!
Drink! Drink! Drink!
I'm sorry guys.
-I'm so sorry.
-It's fine!
Don't worry about it!
I was a real jerk!
Stop going on about it!
I had to go...
I was drowning in that store.
All right, we get it...
I just wanted to say...
I love you, guys!
I love you guys so much...
Ever...
Ever since I left...
my heart has been so empty!
Oh, shit!
I came to give you a hand.
-Come get me. One of those idiots...
-Stop calling me!
-You think I give a damn about you?
-What?
-Dream on!
-What's wrong with you?
Asshole!
The guy you tried to burn alive
survived. You won't be charged for murder.
Just for attempted murder &
treason against the State!
-What?
-You talking to me?
What am I, your BFF?
All right, calm down.
He's annoying with me since the beginning!
- Stop it, now.
- Stop what? She started it!
No! Stop it! No.
I think we started off badly.
Do you guys want some coffee?
-Coffee?
-Yes.
And your mamas want a coffee too?
-Hey!
-Come on!
If you guys don't change your tune,
-I'm going to fuck you up!
-That's enough.
I'll explain what happened last night.
THE FEDS
It's her!
Fuck, it's her! Well done.
Well done, you.
Well done, us.
-Run.
-No!
Stop! Don't!
No!
OK, we get it!
We are the police!
I have a big problem with uniforms.
I think you've made your point!
-That was a close one.
-Yeah.
-I betray my country.
-By hiding an alien.
We got the confession!
-Can you hear us?
-Yes
Will that do?
We needed a confession from you.
You're our bitch, now.
We counter-espionaged you, ass-wipes!
For goodness sake...
I'm going on. Here things get interesting.
-Oh, shit...
-No!
I think we hit a deer, Scolla.
That's not a deer...
I'm not sure.
It might have lost its antlers.
Let's go.
Yeah, baby!
We then spent ages
trying to get the car to start.
We called Perez, who drove you all
to the police station, and here we are.
Guys! You need to see this!
...our reporter is on the scene.
Go on, Willy.
An exclusive bulletin from WKP News...
John Collins is currently
holding several people hostage
at the tank factory, including Sheriff
Kovac of Pointe-Claire police.
For now, we don't know his demands,
as our microphone
is too far from the scene.
It's fine. The only hostages
are factory workers.
Someone's coming out!
OK... I have no idea what they're sayin
but Collins looks very determined.
Well, that's that, then.
A bit anti-climactic...
It's hard to tell from here...
A bit.
Not so visual. Not...
Yeah... Nothing comes to it.
Not incredible.
-Don't I know you?
-No.
-Yes, I do.
All right.
DR. ALICE BEJM
PSYCHIATRIST
-I was right. We do know each other.
-Can I help you?
You don't remember me?
I came here when I was in college.
I'd just been tested positive.
Why didn't you tell me you were
friends with Richard & his gang?
-Excuse me?
-What were you doing with them yesterday?
Sorry, I have to work.
If you want an appointment,
you need to call my secretary.
I came to give you some help.
Why didn't you tell me you knew Garcia?
I don't remember you!
Leave or I'll call the cops!
We're going to have a nice little chat.
Wait!
Come back!
Let's go.
Yeah, baby!
No!
OK, we get it!
We are the police!
And that's when you arrived.
OK.