All language subtitles for The Visitor (2024)

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.