The Visitor (2024) Movie Script
1
As I look ahead I am
filled with foreboding.
I see the river Thames foaming with much blood
We must be mad, literally mad as a nation to be
to be permitting the inflow of such dangerous aliens.
It's like watching a nation busily engaged in
heaping up it's own funeral fire.
Oh we're insane, are we that
we actually permitted unmarried visitors to immigrate
to the purpose of destroying our families.
Fleeing conflict and persecution?
I don't care.
Show me pictures of coffins, show me bodies floating in water.
Play violins and show me skinny people looking sad.
I still don't care.
The illegal migration bill allows to stop the boats
that are bringing these delinquents to our shores
in flagrant breaching with our laws
and the will of the British people.
for a government not to respond
to the wave of illegal migrants breaching our borders
would be to betray the will of the people
we were elected to serve.
The British people deserve to know
who is serious about stopping the invasion on our southern coast.
We must stop the flood of immigrants
heading to UK shores.
I'd use gunships to stop migrants.
No mistake,
these migrants are like cockroaches.
They are built to survive a nuclear bomb.
When I shamble round the park
in my running gear late at night,
and I come across that black man
shrieking in the spooky corner of the gents
I would love to pretend
that I don't turn a hair.
As colleagues will be aware
last week my right honourable rival
The Prime Minister announced
a world first deal with Rwanda.
UK and Rwanda migration and economic development published
adresses the shared international challenge of illegal migration
and will help break these evil people.
those who make dangerous
illegal or unnecessary journeys to claim asylum
in the UK may now be relocated to Rwanda,
which will take responsibility
processing their claims and
if they are recognised as refugees
building their lives there.
No doubt weapons will fall silent and tribal warriors
will all break out in watermelon smiles
in order to see his big black prunga
touching side with the gun holster
of the white mistress.
I do not admit that a great wrong has been done to black aliens.
I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people.
By the fact that a stronger race
a higher grade race
a more wordly wise race, to put it that way,
has come in and taken their place.
I cannot understand
the squeamishness about the use of deportation flights.
I am strongly in favour
of using forced removal against uncivilized tribes.
I am also strongly in favour
of using poisoned gas against uncivilized tribes
It's not rocket science.
Either gas them or cast them away.
Put the damned cockroaches on a plane,
or just exterminate them straight away
lest they survive nuclear armageddon.
Exterminate all the roots.
Is this pea soup?
Yes, my nephew helped me prepare it.
It's delicious.
It tastes very exotic.
His own recipe.
Why isn't he eating?
I fed him earlier in the kitchen, Sir.
He was hungry after his long trip.
You never mentioned you have a nephew.
You never asked, Madam.
I don't see much of a family resemblance.
Of course he's welcome to stay with us as long as he needs to get settled.
It must be unnerving for him to be homeless and out of work in a new city.
Where did you say he came from again?
Birmingham?
Maybe it's further than that Madam.
We have plenty of room and we could always find things for him
to do around the house.
Or perhaps we could give him some of the gardening.
Although I know that's your favourite job, you tackle it with such gusto.
You've been with us so long, it feels like you're one of the family.
We want your nephew to feel right at home.
Thank you Madam.
I hope you don't mind that I brought us some clothes for him to wear.
I'm happy that you did.
Although I must mention, some of the things he's wearing actually belong to me.
Although he almost looks better in them than I did.
Very fetchy.
He is a handsome lad.
I'll buy some new clothes for him when I go shopping tomorrow.
Why don't you send the maid?
No, no. I'll do it myself.
I'll cancel my lunch at the club.
I hope you don't mind sharing a room with me.
All the other spare rooms are full of my mums shopping bags.
She's kind of a hoarder.
I don't think she looks at it after she's bought it.
I don't mind.
Good night.
Where are you?
I'm here.
I'm trying to look for something to wear.
Please, turn around and close your eyes.
I have to leave.
Tomorrow..
What?
No.
I am not your little negro
a watermelon smile.
I am not your Magical Negro.
I am a pan-sexual Revolutionary.
Where I come from
my powers are natural and commonplace.
I am a freedom fighter.
But if you do not cry "Long live freedom",
with humility and with love,
you are not crying
"Long live freedom".
A new creature has burst into the world.
It is called "The Other".
Other voices.
Other gazes.
Other colours.
Other dances.
All will become familiar and last here.
I have exterted upon you
a positive and negative influence.
My seductions have been both intense and devastating.
I've come to wreak havoc
and also to plane the seed of new life.
My seed inside of you.
You've surely come here to destroy.
And for me the destruction could not be more complete,
or sweeter.
You have annihilated my identity.
The idea that I've always had of my life.
you've injected into the gray
damp emptiness that was my life,
The virus of homosexual vigor and youth.
With your sacred sex
and your erotic
oedipal interventions
you've demolished a society founded on class
violence, imperialism, slavery.
You've shaken me to the core.
I've been transformed
from the possessor
to the possessed.
You've colonized the colonizer
and you've seduced me with an abandon
that is both innocent and arrogant.
You embody the complicity of the sub-proletariat and God.
You.. have transformed me
from mother
to whore.
From wife to adulteress.
You filled the void between my legs.
You have destroyed nothing
that was not already a wasteland.
Before you came to exterminate me
tomorrow as like today.
And the day after tomorrow was like the day before yesterday.
I had no real interest in anything.
You have resurrected in me
feelings of life,
I thought long dead.
Isn't that the very definition of love?
You have sowed the seeds of love and lust in me.
You have opened my legs
and my heart.
You have impregnated me
with hope for the future.
Before, I used to love no one but my daddy.
Now I love everyone.
You have gven me affection
and you've taught me boundless devotion.
I now have the ability
to love everybody
and to make love with intense ardour.
You are irreplaceable.
You have made me different.
And removed me from my comfort zone.
You have disrupted the false naturalness of the Bourgeoisie
and challenged the hetero-normative Orthodoxy.
You have shattered me into a million pieces.
And now, I don't recognize myself.
'Cause everything that once made me like the others, has been destroyed.
I had sex with my father,
drank piss and blood and ate feces.
And now
I quiver with joy.
You've made me want to become a true artist.
One that shuns traditional methods,
but has a taste, for visceral
emotional technique.
The artist peels away infinite layers of melancholy
and degrades himself
in the pursuit of immortality.
Poor idiot.
Pathetic whore.
As I look ahead I am
filled with foreboding.
I see the river Thames foaming with much blood
We must be mad, literally mad as a nation to be
to be permitting the inflow of such dangerous aliens.
It's like watching a nation busily engaged in
heaping up it's own funeral fire.
Oh we're insane, are we that
we actually permitted unmarried visitors to immigrate
to the purpose of destroying our families.
Fleeing conflict and persecution?
I don't care.
Show me pictures of coffins, show me bodies floating in water.
Play violins and show me skinny people looking sad.
I still don't care.
The illegal migration bill allows to stop the boats
that are bringing these delinquents to our shores
in flagrant breaching with our laws
and the will of the British people.
for a government not to respond
to the wave of illegal migrants breaching our borders
would be to betray the will of the people
we were elected to serve.
The British people deserve to know
who is serious about stopping the invasion on our southern coast.
We must stop the flood of immigrants
heading to UK shores.
I'd use gunships to stop migrants.
No mistake,
these migrants are like cockroaches.
They are built to survive a nuclear bomb.
When I shamble round the park
in my running gear late at night,
and I come across that black man
shrieking in the spooky corner of the gents
I would love to pretend
that I don't turn a hair.
As colleagues will be aware
last week my right honourable rival
The Prime Minister announced
a world first deal with Rwanda.
UK and Rwanda migration and economic development published
adresses the shared international challenge of illegal migration
and will help break these evil people.
those who make dangerous
illegal or unnecessary journeys to claim asylum
in the UK may now be relocated to Rwanda,
which will take responsibility
processing their claims and
if they are recognised as refugees
building their lives there.
No doubt weapons will fall silent and tribal warriors
will all break out in watermelon smiles
in order to see his big black prunga
touching side with the gun holster
of the white mistress.
I do not admit that a great wrong has been done to black aliens.
I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people.
By the fact that a stronger race
a higher grade race
a more wordly wise race, to put it that way,
has come in and taken their place.
I cannot understand
the squeamishness about the use of deportation flights.
I am strongly in favour
of using forced removal against uncivilized tribes.
I am also strongly in favour
of using poisoned gas against uncivilized tribes
It's not rocket science.
Either gas them or cast them away.
Put the damned cockroaches on a plane,
or just exterminate them straight away
lest they survive nuclear armageddon.
Exterminate all the roots.
Is this pea soup?
Yes, my nephew helped me prepare it.
It's delicious.
It tastes very exotic.
His own recipe.
Why isn't he eating?
I fed him earlier in the kitchen, Sir.
He was hungry after his long trip.
You never mentioned you have a nephew.
You never asked, Madam.
I don't see much of a family resemblance.
Of course he's welcome to stay with us as long as he needs to get settled.
It must be unnerving for him to be homeless and out of work in a new city.
Where did you say he came from again?
Birmingham?
Maybe it's further than that Madam.
We have plenty of room and we could always find things for him
to do around the house.
Or perhaps we could give him some of the gardening.
Although I know that's your favourite job, you tackle it with such gusto.
You've been with us so long, it feels like you're one of the family.
We want your nephew to feel right at home.
Thank you Madam.
I hope you don't mind that I brought us some clothes for him to wear.
I'm happy that you did.
Although I must mention, some of the things he's wearing actually belong to me.
Although he almost looks better in them than I did.
Very fetchy.
He is a handsome lad.
I'll buy some new clothes for him when I go shopping tomorrow.
Why don't you send the maid?
No, no. I'll do it myself.
I'll cancel my lunch at the club.
I hope you don't mind sharing a room with me.
All the other spare rooms are full of my mums shopping bags.
She's kind of a hoarder.
I don't think she looks at it after she's bought it.
I don't mind.
Good night.
Where are you?
I'm here.
I'm trying to look for something to wear.
Please, turn around and close your eyes.
I have to leave.
Tomorrow..
What?
No.
I am not your little negro
a watermelon smile.
I am not your Magical Negro.
I am a pan-sexual Revolutionary.
Where I come from
my powers are natural and commonplace.
I am a freedom fighter.
But if you do not cry "Long live freedom",
with humility and with love,
you are not crying
"Long live freedom".
A new creature has burst into the world.
It is called "The Other".
Other voices.
Other gazes.
Other colours.
Other dances.
All will become familiar and last here.
I have exterted upon you
a positive and negative influence.
My seductions have been both intense and devastating.
I've come to wreak havoc
and also to plane the seed of new life.
My seed inside of you.
You've surely come here to destroy.
And for me the destruction could not be more complete,
or sweeter.
You have annihilated my identity.
The idea that I've always had of my life.
you've injected into the gray
damp emptiness that was my life,
The virus of homosexual vigor and youth.
With your sacred sex
and your erotic
oedipal interventions
you've demolished a society founded on class
violence, imperialism, slavery.
You've shaken me to the core.
I've been transformed
from the possessor
to the possessed.
You've colonized the colonizer
and you've seduced me with an abandon
that is both innocent and arrogant.
You embody the complicity of the sub-proletariat and God.
You.. have transformed me
from mother
to whore.
From wife to adulteress.
You filled the void between my legs.
You have destroyed nothing
that was not already a wasteland.
Before you came to exterminate me
tomorrow as like today.
And the day after tomorrow was like the day before yesterday.
I had no real interest in anything.
You have resurrected in me
feelings of life,
I thought long dead.
Isn't that the very definition of love?
You have sowed the seeds of love and lust in me.
You have opened my legs
and my heart.
You have impregnated me
with hope for the future.
Before, I used to love no one but my daddy.
Now I love everyone.
You have gven me affection
and you've taught me boundless devotion.
I now have the ability
to love everybody
and to make love with intense ardour.
You are irreplaceable.
You have made me different.
And removed me from my comfort zone.
You have disrupted the false naturalness of the Bourgeoisie
and challenged the hetero-normative Orthodoxy.
You have shattered me into a million pieces.
And now, I don't recognize myself.
'Cause everything that once made me like the others, has been destroyed.
I had sex with my father,
drank piss and blood and ate feces.
And now
I quiver with joy.
You've made me want to become a true artist.
One that shuns traditional methods,
but has a taste, for visceral
emotional technique.
The artist peels away infinite layers of melancholy
and degrades himself
in the pursuit of immortality.
Poor idiot.
Pathetic whore.