Red Dwarf Series I Episode 2 Future Echoes – Full Script

In Future Echoes, Rimmer from Red Dwarf has a beehive hairdo.

This is the full script for Red Dwarf Series 1 episode 2 – Future Echoes. Remember, even with an IQ of 6000, it’s still brown trousers time!

Red Dwarf Episode Future Echoes Full Script

HOLLY: (In space) This is an SOS distress call from the mining ship Red
Dwarf. The crew are dead, killed by a radiation leak. The only
survivors were Dave Lister, who was in suspended animation during the
disaster, and his pregnant cat, who was safely sealed in the hold.
Revived three million years later, Lister’s only companions are a life
form who evolved from his cat, and Arnold Rimmer, a hologram simulation
of one of the dead crew.
(Returning) I am Holly, the ship’s computer, with an IQ of 6000. The
same IQ as 6000 PE teachers.

Holly from Red Dwarf has the same iq as 6000 PE teachers according to this quote!

 Int. Red Dwarf corridor.

LISTER is hooning around on a 3-wheeler.

LISTER: (Singing) …on an asteroid, excavating for a mine, lived an old
plutonium miner and his daughter, Clementine.

He stops in front of a food dispensing machine and addresses it.

LISTER: Lister, RD-52169.
DISPENSING MACHINE: Yeth? Can I help you?
LISTER: You’ve got a lisp.
DISPENSING MACHINE: Yeth, I know. The lithp malfunction hath been
reported to the Thkutterth. Thorry for the inconvenienthe.
LISTER: Can you give me a bacon sandwich with French mustard and black
coffee?

The dispenser hums and produces a pair of gumboots.

LISTER: Your vocabulary unit’s not working either.
DISPENSING MACHINE: Yeth, I know. Thith altho hath been reported to the
Thkutterth. Thorry for the inconvenienthe.
LISTER: Can you just try and give me a black coffee?
DISPENSING MACHINE: I’ll thertainly try. (Produces a bucket.)
LISTER: That’s a bucket.
DISPENSING MACHINE: Thorry.

RIMMER comes jogging along the corridor, wearing singlet and shorts,
making some cheerful trumpet sounds. He pauses to talk to LISTER, but
continues to jog in place.

RIMMER: Morning, Lister! How’s life in hippie heaven, you pregnant
baboon bellied space cookie? What’s the plan for the day then?
Slobbing in the morning, followed by slobbing in the afternoon, then a bit of a snooze before the main evening’s slob? God, you’re a disgrace to the species.

RIMMER turns around and jogs off out of sight.

LISTER: (To thin air) Good morning, Rimmer.

3 Int. Mess hall.

RIMMER jogs into the mess hall and stops.

RIMMER: Clock stop! (Checking his watch) 6:47, not a bad little time for the mile. Pity I was only doing the 300 metres. Still, I had that
conversation with Lister, knock four minutes off for that, and I
stopped to have a rest so I wouldn’t look too shagged out when I went past him, knock that off, and I’ve broken the world record! Well done, Rimsey, you’re fitter than you thought! Holly, give me a clean
uniform.
HOLLY: (Appearing on a wall monitor) 9:47 AM, Arnold.
RIMMER: No, a clean uniform, you idiot.
HOLLY: Look, I’m rather busy at the moment.
RIMMER: Now!

HOLLY sighs, and RIMMER is suddenly wearing a clean uniform.

RIMMER: Ahhh. And give me a crew cut, Holly. I’m beginning to look like one of those Hell’s Angels.
HOLLY: Arnold. We’re going to hit lightspeed in 24 hours. I have to
navigate a ship the size of a city through speeds never before
encountered in the human sphere of experience. I’m not a combination of the speaking clock, Moss Bros, and Tweezy Wheezy.
RIMMER: Holly, a hologram I may be, but I’m still the highest ranking
technician aboard this ship. When I say do something, you do it.
Understand? You stupid jumped-up Filofax?
HOLLY: I’m a *what*?
RIMMER: You heard. Just get on with it. *Very* short.
HOLLY: OK, Arnold.

RIMMER suddenly has a spectacularly ridiculous looking beehive hairdo.

RIMMER: Have you done it, Hol?
HOLLY: Yes.
RIMMER: A crewcut? And it’s very short?
HOLLY: Yes, Arnold.
RIMMER: As my father always said, “Shiny clean boots and a spanking short haircut and you can cope with anything.” He said that just before that rather unfortunate suicide business. Hmmm.

RIMMER marches off.

4 Int. Sleeping quarters.

LISTER is taking stuff out of his locker and packing it in a box. The
CAT is eating, and looking at LISTER’s slide collection on a wall
monitor.

LISTER: Ah! Now that one’s me with Jim Bexley Speed. He played with the
London Jets zero-gravity football team. He was roof attack. As you
can see, he was really, really, really, really, really thrilled to meet
me.

In the picture LISTER is grinning like a maniac and Jim is staring at him
with a “who the smeg is this berk?” expression.

CAT changes slides, and we see an ugly individual bearing a vague
resemblance to LISTER.

CAT: Who’s that guy?
LISTER: That’s me grandmother. She brought me up. She was a great old
lady. I got expelled from school once ’cause she nutted the headmaster
when I came bottom in French.

CAT changes slides again, revealing a pretty spaces-cape.

CAT: Wow, that’s nice!
LISTER: That’s just the Jupiter rise. Everyone takes that.

The slides change once again to a close-up of an ugly bull terrier, with
part of a man’s coat in the background.

CAT: Who is *that*?
LISTER: That’s me dad. That’s the only picture I’ve got of him.
CAT: He’s your father? No wonder you’re so ugly.
LISTER: No, no, that’s his dog, Hannah.
CAT: Dog? What’s a dog?
LISTER: It’s just a pet.
CAT: Ugh, ugleeee.

He starts to claw at the screen.

LISTER: Listen, you go and get your stuff and let me pack mine, OK? Will
you do that for me?
CAT: This, uh, dog. He better not be around here any place, ’cause if he
is, I may have to chase him.
LISTER: Oh yeah?
CAT: Yeah!
LISTER: Do you know how big they are? They’re about 18 foot long, and
they’ve got teeth as big as your leg.
CAT: Yeah?
LISTER: Yeah.
CAT: Well, I may have to chase him anyway. (Goes to leave, and backs
into the door.) Aagh! (Spins round and looks cautiously out into the
corridor before leaving.)

LISTER notices something wrong in his goldfish tank.

LISTER: Oh, Lennon. Look what’s happened to McCartney.

He goes over to the tank and grabs one of the fish. He holds up to his
ear and shakes it, then bangs it on the table a couple of times and
listens to it again. Finally he uses a screwdriver to pry it open
revealing that it’s mechanical. He make some hamfisted adjustments.

LISTER: Solid mechanical engineering.

He closes it up and drops it back in the tank, where it starts swimming
around.

LISTER: Hey! Perfection! And they said you was a waste of money.

RIMMER enters. The CAT follows him in and walks around him, staring at
his ridiculous haircut. LISTER is busy packing and doesn’t notice.

RIMMER: What’s he looking at?
LISTER: Who?
RIMMER: That idiotic cat.

LISTER notices the haircut and cracks up.

In Future Echoes, Rimmer from Red Dwarf has a beehive hairdo.

LISTER: Rimmer, what have you done to your hair?
RIMMER: Holly did it.
LISTER: Why?
RIMMER: Because I ordered him to.
LISTER: It looks ridiculous.
RIMMER: It may look ridiculous to you, Lister, but I like it like this.
It makes me feel like a man.
LISTER: Yeah, and you’ll probably get one, looking like that.
RIMMER: There’s nothing wrong with short hair, Lister. It gives a man a
sense of dignity, a sense of discipline.
LISTER: Rimmer, have you seen it?
RIMMER: I don’t need to see it. I didn’t get this haircut to look good.
This is a haircut designed for action, not poncing around in. It may
be a bit severe, a bit too green beret, but you are how you look, and I
look (finally seeing himself in the mirror) like a complete and total
tit! Holly! Holly!
HOLLY: (A still picture of HOLLY comes up on the monitor) This is a
recording. I’m afraid Holly is busy at the moment. If you’d like to
leave a message after the bleep, he’ll get back to you. Bleep.
RIMMER: Holly, this is Rimmer. Remember me? Rimmer. Arnold Rimmer.
The poor goit you made look like Helen Shapiro. I’ll see you toast on
the fires of hell for this.
TOASTER: Did someone say they wanted toast?
RIMMER: Shut up. (To LISTER, who has started packing again) What are you
doing?
LISTER: I’m going into stasis. I though Holly told you.
RIMMER: Stasis? What for?
LISTER: Well, Holly said to go into it while we went through lightspeed,
and then I thought, what the hell? Why not stay in till we get back to
Earth?
RIMMER: Earth? But that’s three million years away! You can’t leave me
alone for three million years, I’ll go peculiar. (Starts patting his
hairdo) Holly, look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. Can I please
have my own hair back? (No answer.) Pretty please with sugar on?
HOLLY: I’ll think about it, Arnold.

5 Int. Drive room.

LISTER enters, carrying a box of his stuff, followed by RIMMER, with his
hair back to normal.

LISTER: Holly’s supposed to have told you. I thought you didn’t mind.
RIMMER: Mind? Mind? Why should I mind? Three hundred thousand
millennia alone while you’re in suspended animation. I’ll be fine.
I’ll do that crossword book, that should kill a couple of centuries.
LISTER: Holly’ll switch you off until we come back out.
RIMMER: Even better. Switch me on, switch me off, like I’m some battery
powered sex aid.
LISTER: Oh, come on, Rimmer, don’t give me this.
RIMMER: Don’t give you what? I’m dead, Lister, or hadn’t you noticed?
LISTER: I know you’re dead, Rimmer. Don’t whinge on about it!
RIMMER: Sorry to be a bore.
LISTER: I mean, you’re everything you were when you were alive. Same
personality. Same everything.
RIMMER: Apart from the minuscule detail that I’m a stiffie.
LISTER: Look, Rimmer, death isn’t the handicap it used to be in the olden
days. It doesn’t screw your career up like it used to.
RIMMER: That’s what they say, Lister. But if you had two people coming
for a job, and one of them was dead, which one would you pick?
LISTER: It depends which is better qualified.
RIMMER: Bull pats! When was the last time you saw a dead newsreader?
LISTER: Channel 27 have a hologram reading the news.
RIMMER: Oh, groovy, funky Channel 27. Big smegging deal. You livvies
hate us deadies.
LISTER: Rimmer, if I’m gonna go back to Earth I’m gonna have to go into
stasis. It’s gonna take 4000 years just to turn around. You can’t do
a three point turn when you’re this close to lightspeed, you know.
RIMMER: Oh really? And where did you read that, the Ladybird Book of
Astro-Navigation?
LISTER: It happens to be true.
RIMMER: I know it’s true, modo. I have taken the astro-navigation exam
— nine times. Ten, if you count the time I had my spasm.
LISTER: Rimmer, you’ll only be turned off until we get back to Earth.
RIMMER: Where you won’t need me, so I won’t get switched back on.
LISTER: They might be able to cure you. They’ve probably made great
advances and that while we’ve been away.
RIMMER: Oh, yes, I expect they cured death the instant we left Earth. I
expect doctors’ surgeries are packed with the dead. “Hello, Mrs
Johnson, take one of these three times a day, you’ll soon be living
again. Carol, next corpse please.”
LISTER: Well, they might!
RIMMER: Yes, Lister, they might, if the Earth hasn’t blown up.
LISTER: Or the ants haven’t taken over.
RIMMER: Well, you’ll be in your element if insects are in control.
You’ll probably get a decent job at last.
LISTER: (Picking up his box and going to leave) Yeah, yeah.
RIMMER: You’ll probably run for government.
LISTER: Yeah, yeah.
RIMMER: You’ll probably even make it as a male model.

LISTER leaves.

RIMMER: Git.

6 Model shot.

Red Dwarf in space.

7 Int. Sleeping quarters.

LISTER freshening himself up, which for LISTER means reaching under his
T-shirt to scratch with one hand and spray under his arms with the other.

LISTER: (Singing) To Ganymede and Titan, yes sir, I’ve been around, but
there ain’t no place in the whole of space like that good old toddlin’
town.

He picks up another spray can in his free hand and sprays his face.

LISTER: Oh, Lunar Ci–

He suddenly realises that he’s spraying his face with underarm deodorant.
Cautiously reaching under his shirt, he discovers that he’s been spraying
shaving foam under his arms. He scrapes off a handful and slaps it on
his face.

LISTER: (Resuming his song) Lunar City Seven–
TOASTER: You can’t sing, you know.
LISTER: And you can, can you?
TOASTER: Oh. Just because I’m a toaster, I’m tone deaf?
LISTER: Well, go on then.
TOASTER: Welcome to the Starlight Ballroom, hey, (starts singing) Fly me
to the moon and let me–

LISTER walks over to the TOASTER and bashes it on the top. It stops
singing.

LISTER: (Resuming his song) Lunar City Seven…

8 Model shot.

We can still hear LISTER’s singing in the background as Red Dwarf flies
by. Suddenly there’s a loud bang and everything changes colour to a red
blur on white space.

9 Int. Sleeping quarters.

The colour distortion is still there, but quickly fades back to normal.
LISTER looks around wildly in surprise.

LISTER: What was that?!
HOLLY: Erm, er, 11:14 ship time, Dave.
LISTER: No, Holly, what was that flash?
HOLLY: We’ve broken the light barrier 22 hours early.
LISTER: Oh. (Resuming his shaving) Is everyone all right?
HOLLY: (His face on the monitor is sort of mosaic-ing in and out of
focus) I can’t do it. I can’t cope. We’re going at the speed of
light. Me bottle’s gone.
LISTER: Holly! Is everyone all right?
HOLLY: No! I’m not! I thought I could navigate at lightspeed, but I just
can’t wrap me head round it. (Suddenly looking to one side) Gordon
Bennett! That was a close one!
LISTER: Holly, what’s the problem? You’re supposed to have an IQ of
6000, aren’t you?
HOLLY: Look, we’re travelling faster than the speed of light. That
means, by the time we see something, we’ve already passed through it.
Even with an IQ of 6000, it’s still brown trousers time.

It's still brown trousers time Red Dwarf Quote
LISTER: Can I help?
HOLLY: (The image of his face returning to normal) No, it’s all right.
I’m getting the hang of it now. Left a bit, straighten her up. I
better go. (Fades out.)
LISTER: (Shaving in front of the mirror, and singing again) To Ganymede
and Titan, yes sir, I’ve been around–

He suddenly realises that his image in the mirror isn’t following his
movements properly. He stops and stares at it and his image continues
shaving. After a moment he turns away, and doesn’t notice that his
reflection has cut its chin.

LISTER: (Shouting) Rimmer! Rimmer!

As he turns back to the mirror, his reflection turns away and shouts
something. RIMMER comes running up behind it. The real LISTER whirls
around, but RIMMER isn’t there on his side of the mirror. Eventually he
turns back to the mirror, where LISTER and RIMMER are holding a
conversation. The real LISTER starts shaving again, keeping a close
watch on the mirror.

LISTER: (Singing) To Ganymede and Titan, yes sir, I’ve been a– (Suddenly
realises he’s cut himself on the chin. Shouting) *Rimmer*!
RIMMER: (Running in) What? What is it?
LISTER: Did you see anything really weird in that mirror?
RIMMER: (After staring blankly at it for a moment) Yes, you, you ugly
goit.
LISTER: No, it was … really odd.
RIMMER: What was?
LISTER: Oh, nothing. Forget it. Doesn’t matter.
RIMMER: *What* doesn’t matter?
LISTER: Nothing! Forget it! It doesn’t matter!
RIMMER: Lister, have you been at that marijuana gin again?
LISTER: I said forget it, it doesn’t matter.
RIMMER: Fine! Well, if you have any more problems with *nothing* and
things that don’t matter, just scream out my name hysterically and I’ll
come pelting down the corridor. Allright?

10 Int. Sleeping corridor.

The CAT is wheeling a rack of clothes along and meets LISTER.

CAT: (Singing) This little kitty went into stasis. Oooo! This little
kitty stayed home. Ooh! Yeah, my clothes look good.
LISTER: (Laughing) What are you doing?
CAT: I’m doing what you said do.
LISTER: I said, “Take a few essential basics you couldn’t bear to leave
behind.”
CAT: Right! These are all I’m taking. Just these, and the other ten
racks. Travel light, move fast!
LISTER: You can’t take all of this. There’s no room.
CAT: (Rummaging around in the rack) OK, then I’ll leave … this! (Pulls
out a small red handkerchief.) I’ll just have to do without it.
LISTER: You can take two suits and that’s it.
CAT: Two suits? Then I’m staying!
LISTER: You can’t stay. By the time I come out, you’ll be dead.
CAT: Two suits *is* dead!

LISTER walks away.

CAT: (Calling after him) Hey! If I cut off my leg and leave it behind,
can I take three?

He makes several attempts to hold up three fingers.

11 Int. Drive room.

LISTER calls back to CAT.

LISTER: We’re going into stasis in ten minutes. I’ll meet you in the
sleeping quarters.

RIMMER enters the Drive Room through the far door.

LISTER: Yo, Rimmer, look, I’ve been thinking–
RIMMER: What?
LISTER: You know, about going into stasis and everything.
RIMMER: How did I do what?

RIMMER walks into the middle of the room, and LISTER realises that RIMMER
isn’t looking at him, but at an empty spot in the air. Throughout the
following conversation, RIMMER continues ignoring LISTER and talking to
thin air, while LISTER is continually looking around, trying to figure
out what RIMMER thinks he’s talking to.

LISTER: What do you mean, “How did I do what?”
RIMMER: Lister, don’t be a gimboid.
LISTER: I’m not being a gimboid!
RIMMER: I’ve just been in the library, thinking. And I’ve decided–

RIMMER stops as though he was interrupted, although LISTER hasn’t done
anything.

RIMMER: Shut up! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,
I’ve decided, when you go into stasis, I want to stay behind. I want
to be left on.
LISTER: What, on your own for the rest of your life?
RIMMER: What things?
LISTER: Eh?
RIMMER: I said *what*?
LISTER: What’s going on?
RIMMER: *You’re* space crazy!
LISTER: *I’m* space crazy?! You’re the one who’s (waving his hand in
front of Rimmer’s face, who doesn’t notice) space crazy!
RIMMER: Well, it probably is deja vu. It sounds like it.

RIMMER shakes his head and leaves the Drive Room through the near door.
As he leaves, a second RIMMER enters through the far door. LISTER is
staring after the first RIMMER, and gets the shock of his life (well, one
of the shocks of his life) when he turns around and sees the second
RIMMER.

LISTER: (Screams) Aaahhh! Rimmer! (Calms down a little) I’ve just seen
you walk out of that door.
RIMMER: (Now talking directly to LISTER) What?
LISTER: How did you do that?
RIMMER: How did I do what?
LISTER: You just this second walked out of that door.
RIMMER: Lister, don’t be a gimboid.
LISTER: I swear, on me grandmother’s life, as you walked out of *that*
door, you came in *this* one!
RIMMER: I’ve just been in the library, thinking. And I’ve decided–
LISTER: Rimmer, I’m telling ya–
RIMMER: Shut up! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,
I’ve decided, when you go into stasis, I want to stay behind. I want
to be left on.

As he says this, LISTER realises that he’s heard all this before.

LISTER: Rimmer, you’ve just come in and said exactly these things.
RIMMER: What things?
LISTER: You said that!
RIMMER: I said *what*?
LISTER: And that! You said that!
RIMMER: You are space crazy!

[Continuity error here — the first time he said “you’re,” the second
time “you are.” -RS]

LISTER: And then you said, “Well it probably is deja vu.”
RIMMER: Well, it probably is deja vu. It sounds like it.
LISTER: Well, go on then. Shake your head and walk out.

RIMMER shakes his head and walks out. LISTER runs after him, after
quickly checking to see that a third RIMMER hasn’t entered.

12 Int. Corridor.

RIMMER is walking along it, LISTER running after him.

LISTER: Rimmer, listen! Will you just listen?

The CAT runs past them in the opposite direction, holding one hand to his
mouth in pain.

CAT: My tooth! My tooth! I think I lost my tooth!
LISTER: Cat, wait! Rimmer, listen!

13 Int. Sleeping quarters.

CAT is fishing in the goldfish tank with a tea strainer. LISTER and
RIMMER enter.

CAT: I’m going to eat you little fishies, I’m going to eat– (suddenly
noticing LISTER and RIMMER) Ah, oh, ah, ah, I was just making sure your
fish were OK. I wasn’t going to eat them!
RIMMER: He just walked past us.
LISTER: It must be something to do with lightspeed.
RIMMER: Holly, what’s going on?
LISTER: It’s lightspeed, I bet you.
RIMMER: Is your name Holly?
LISTER: (Mocking RIMMER) Is your name Holly?
RIMMER: Holly?
HOLLY: Mmm?
RIMMER: *What* is going on?
HOLLY: Look, I’m a tenth-generation AI hologrammic computer. I’m not
your mum.
RIMMER: Yes, fantastic.
HOLLY: What do you want this time? A hand with your homework? Or would
you like me to sew little name tags in your PE kit?
RIMMER: Holly, watch my lips. What … is … hap … pening?
LISTER: With the mirror and the Cat and everything.
HOLLY: Oh, that. You’re seeing future echoes. Didn’t I explain this to
you?
RIMMER: What are future echoes?
HOLLY: How simple do you want this?
RIMMER: Ah, so Lister can understand it.
HOLLY: (Taken back) Oh dear.
RIMMER: It’s difficult, I know.
HOLLY: Well, we’re travelling faster than LS, right?
LISTER: What’s LS?
TOASTER: Lightspeed.
LISTER: Smartarse.
HOLLY: Consequently, you’re catching up with things you’re about to do
before you’ve actually done them.
RIMMER: Ah. So we’re seeing bits of the future?
HOLLY: Yes.
LISTER: See, I told you it was lightspeed. You should have asked me.
RIMMER: Can they see us?
TOASTER: Of course not. Use your loaf.
LISTER: So, wait, are you saying that the Cat is going to break his tooth
sometime in the future?
HOLLY: Yes. I didn’t think you wanted it this simple.
CAT: Hey, ain’t nobody gonna break *my* tooth!
RIMMER: How long is this going to last?
HOLLY: Until the reverse thrust takes effect and we drop below
lightspeed.
RIMMER: (Suddenly noticing something on LISTER’s bunk) What’s that
photograph?
LISTER: That’s me and Frankenstein, isn’t it?
RIMMER: No, the one with the babies.

Close up of the photo. It shows LISTER grinning madly and holding two
babies.

LISTER: Babies! I’ve never seen it before.
RIMMER: Ah. Holly, is this what you call a future echo?
TOASTER: Yes, of course it is. Bozo.
LISTER: Two babies! How do I get two babies?

They all look at each other.

14 Int. Corridor.

Two skutters are coming down a corridor, one of them holding a piece of
paper. LISTER is coming down the other way.

LISTER: (Singing) To Ganymede and Titan, yes sir, I’ve been around, but
there ain’t no place in the whole of space–

LISTER notices the Skutters.

LISTER: What’s this, guys? (Taking the paper and reading it) “Don’t go
into stasis. Please don’t leave us with Rimmer.” I’m sorry, guys, I’ve
got to. We need you.

The Skutters begin banging their heads on the wall.

LISTER: I mean, there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to Earth!
Oh, don’t do that. I mean, I don’t care what it’s like, it’s got to be
better than this. I don’t care if the dolphins have taken over and all
the people are in the human-being-itarium, you know? I just want to
find out!

Suddenly there’s the sound of an explosion. The corridor shakes, and
LISTER falls over.

LISTER: What was *that*?!

He jumps up and runs off.

15 Int. Various corridors.

We see several shots of LISTER madly running along corridors and up and
down stairs.

16 Int. Drive room.

RIMMER is already here while LISTER runs in.

LISTER: What was that?
RIMMER: Brace yourself for a bit of a shock, Lister, but I just saw you
die.
LISTER: What?!
RIMMER: I did warn you to brace yourself.
LISTER: You didn’t give me much of a chance.
RIMMER: I gave you ample bracing time!
LISTER: No you didn’t. You didn’t even pause.
RIMMER: Well, I’m sorry! *I’ve* just had a rather nasty experience. *I*
have just seen someone I know die in the most hideous, hideous way!
LISTER: Yeah! *Me*!
RIMMER: You were fiddling around with the navi–
LISTER: I don’t want to know! I don’t want to know!
RIMMER: You don’t want to know how you die?
LISTER: No! (Pause) Was it quick?
RIMMER: Well, I wouldn’t say it was super fast. Not if you count the
thrashing around and the agonised squealing.
LISTER: You’re really loving this, aren’t you?
RIMMER: What a horrible thing to say!
LISTER: It was definitely me?
RIMMER: Oh yes.
LISTER: I don’t want to know. (Pause) How old did I look?
RIMMER: How old are you now?
LISTER: Twenty-five. How old did I look.
RIMMER: Mmmm … mid twenties.
LISTER: *Smeg*! I’m not ready! I’m not smegging ready!
RIMMER: You did seem surprised.
LISTER: Ah! Did you actually see me face?
RIMMER: You were wearing a hat, but it was definitely you.

LISTER snatches the hat he’s wearing off his head and stuffs it in a
pocket.

LISTER: Well there you go, I won’t wear the hat. Then it can’t happen,
can it? I can live without a hat.
RIMMER: Lister, it *has* happened. You can’t change it, any more than
you can change what you had for breakfast yesterday.
LISTER: Hey, it hasn’t happened, has it? It has “will have going to have
happened” happened, but it hasn’t actually “happened” happened yet,
actually.
RIMMER: Poppycock! It will be happened; it shall be going to be
happening; it will be was an event that could will have been taken
place in the future. Simple as that. Your bucket’s been kicked, baby.

[I think I deserve grammatical danger money for transcribing those last
few lines. -RS]

LISTER: Sez you.
RIMMER: Sez me and Albert Einstein, thank you very much. Albo and I
happen to agree on this one. It’s called the Theory of Relativity.
LISTER: All right, OK, OK. Right. The Cat broke his tooth in a future
echo, right? Now if I can stop him breaking it…
RIMMER: (Smugly) Can’t be done.
LISTER: …then I can stop me from dying!
RIMMER: Can’t be done.
LISTER: Now, how would the Cat break his tooth?

RIMMER begins humming the Dead March and miming carrying a coffin.

LISTER: He’d be eating something. Eating something hard. (Thinks for a
moment.) My robot goldfish! Eating my robot goldfish! Holly, where’s
the Cat?
HOLLY: He’s just going into your sleeping quarters, Dave.
LISTER: Oh, smegging hell!

LISTER dashes off. RIMMER dashes after him.

17 Int. Sleeping quarters.

The CAT saunters in.

CAT: Yeah, yeah, yeah! I’m back! Feeling good! How am I looking?

He pulls out a tiny hand mirror, and uses it and the wall mirror to
examine the back of his head.

CAT: Good! You know, I wish I was someone else. Then I could kiss me.
I think I’ll investigate… (he quickly looks around the room and then
goes over to the fish tank) …these! Mm-mm, I just ate. But … one
little fishy? Yeah, yeah!
(Starts singing) I’m gonna eat you little fishy!

He pulls out two slices of bread and the strainer, and starts fishing
around in the tank.

CAT: (Still singing) I’m gonna eat you little fishy! Yeah, yeah!

Eventually he succeeds in pulling out one of the fish. He puts it
between the slices of bread.

CAT: Yeah! I got you! I’m gonna–

Just as he’s about to bite down on it, LISTER dashes into the room,
knocks the fish sandwich out of his hand, and wrestles him down onto the
table. The CAT’s head is knocked against one corner.

LISTER: (Triumphantly picking up the fish) I got the fish! I’m not gonna
die! I’m not gonna die!
CAT: Hey, you crazy monkey! You creased my suit! (Suddenly realising
that there’s something wrong with his mouth) My tooth. My tooth, my
tooth! I think I lost my tooth!

He runs off into the corridor. LISTER is horrified. RIMMER walks in,
still looking smug.

RIMMER: Lister! Allow me to be the first to offer my commiserations.
LISTER: You’re really, really loving this, aren’t you?
RIMMER: Come on! (Imitating lister) “Death isn’t the handicap it used to
be in the olden days. It doesn’t screw your career up the way it used
to.”
LISTER: You’re right. There’s always some good in every situation.

He grabs a bottle of whisky and takes a swig.

RIMMER: Absolutely, Lister! And in this case, you’re about to do the
largest splits you’ll ever do in your life.
LISTER: I get blown up then?
RIMMER: *Bits* of you do.
LISTER: It’s not fair. There’s loads of things I’ve never done. Like
… I’ve never had a prawn vindaloo. And I’ve never read … (pauses
to think) a book. And I wanted to have a family. And I wanted to have
loads of practice in the things that you’ve got to do to get a family.
RIMMER: Holly, I’d like to send an internal memo. Black border. Begins,
“To Dave Lister, Condolences on your passing away.” What’s that poem?
“Now, weary traveller, rest your head, for just like me, you’re utterly
dead.”

The intercom honks.

HOLLY: Emergency. Emergency. There’s an emergency going on.
LISTER: What is it, Hol? (Takes another swig of whisky.)
HOLLY: There’s an emergency, Dave. The navicomp’s overheating, and I
need your help in the drive room.
RIMMER: (Barely containing his excitement) Ooh!
LISTER: Come in number 169, your time is up. OK, what was I wearing?
RIMMER: Ahhh … that jacket, and that red T-shirt.

LISTER pulls out his hat and replaces it on his head, then yanks a hefty
length of piping off the wall.

LISTER: You said yourself, I can’t stop it. Let’s get it over with.
RIMMER: (Pointing at the pipe) Ah, Lister, what’s that for?
LISTER: I’m going out like I came in — screaming and kicking.
RIMMER: You can’t whack death on the head!
LISTER: If he comes near me I’m gonna rip his nipples off!

He exits.

18 Int. Corridor.

LISTER strides down the corridor, brandishing the pipe and looking
determined.

19 Int. Drive room.

LISTER cautiously peers around the doorway into the drive room. There is
a menacing hum in the background.

HOLLY: I’m afraid it can’t cope with the influx of data at lightspeed,
Dave, could you hook it up to the drive computer for me?

LISTER picks up a small computer and carries it over to the main console,
which is malfunctioning badly, spitting out showers of sparks. He
cautiously plugs it in, then closes his eyes and starts flipping
switches. The background hum gets louder and higher pitched and LISTER
screws his face up a bit more with each switch.

LISTER: (Counting down as he flips switches) Six … five…

RIMMER peers around the doorway, holding his fingers in his ears and
grinning maniacally.

LISTER: …Four … three … (sticks his free finger in one ear) two …
(screaming) aaaaaahhhhhh! One!

He flips the last switch. The noise and sparks stop. Everything returns
to normal. LISTER gradually realises this and grins with relief.

LISTER: I did it! I’m not gonna die! *Aaargh!*

He yells in pain and drops out of sight. Then we see the CAT jump up
from where he’s pulled LISTER down.

CAT: Aaargh! Dog attack!

20 Model shot.

Red Dwarf.

21 Int. Sleeping quarters.

LISTER and RIMMER walk in. LISTER is jumping up and down like a maniac,
RIMMER looks disappointed.

RIMMER: I don’t know why you’re so chirpy.
LISTER: I’m not gonna die! I’m not gonna die!
RIMMER: But for how long? It’ll probably happen tomorrow or Thursday.
LISTER: Maybe it’s not going to happen at all!
RIMMER: It was you! I saw you. I’m sure it was you.

Suddenly they both notice that LISTER’s bunk is occupied. It’s an old
man, recognisably an aged version of LISTER. His right arm is mechanical
and in his left hand he holds a bottle of beer.

OLD LISTER: Hello, Dave. This is me. I mean you. I mean, I *am* you.
This is you age 171, Dave.

He uses his bionic hand to pop the cap off the bottle.

OLD LISTER: I know you’re there, because when I was your age, I saw me at
my age … telling you … what I’m about to tell you. You’ve got to
tell you … when you get to be me.
RIMMER: Thank heavens you’ve still got all your marbles, Lister.
LISTER: Shhh!
OLD LISTER: I’ve got to tell you about Bexley.
RIMMER: Who’s Bexley?
LISTER: I was always going to call my second son Bexley, after Jim Bexley
Speed.
RIMMER: Your second son? What were you going to call your first son?
LISTER: Jim. After Jim Bexley Speed.
OLD LISTER: It wasn’t you Rimmer saw in the drive room, it was Bexley.
LISTER: Rimmer, you saw me son die!
RIMMER: Never mind this tot, what about *me*, old man? What happens to
*me*? Do I become an officer?
LISTER: Rimmer, I’m going to have two sons! Isn’t it fantastic?
RIMMER: But one of them dies.
LISTER: Yeah, well, everyone dies. You’re born, and you die. The bit in
the middle’s called life, and that’s still to come!
OLD LISTER: Go and get your camera. You haven’t got much time. Get your
camera and run to the medical unit. Run!

LISTER hastily rummages around in his junk for the camera.

RIMMER: What about me? What happens to me?
LISTER: He can’t hear us, Rimmer. He’s from the future.
RIMMER: Ah, but if I ask you now, you can remember it, and when you get
to be him, you can tell me.
LISTER: Boss thinking.
OLD LISTER: Rimmer. You wanted to know what happened to you?
RIMMER: Yes!
OLD LISTER: Well, come closer.
RIMMER: Yes!
OLD LISTER: Come closer still.
RIMMER: Yes!
OLD LISTER: Closer!
RIMMER: Yes!

The OLD LISTER suddenly laughs and vanishes.

RIMMER: You goit! (Turns to the original LISTER) No, *you* goit!

LISTER runs off.

RIMMER: You’re all goits! I’m surrounded by goits! Holly, you’re a
goit!
HOLLY: I’m a what?
RIMMER: You heard!

22 Int. Corridor outside the medical unit.

LISTER is fiddling with his camera.

LISTER: What’s happening, Hol? Are we going to see my funeral or
something?
HOLLY: Look, the faster we go, the more into the future the future echoes
are. And now, since we’ve just started to slow down, the future echoes
are nearer to the present. Clear?
LISTER: No.
HOLLY: Tough.

RIMMER arrives. He has another ridiculous haircut. This time he looks
like one of the Beetles.

RIMMER: Wait a minute. I don’t understand how you’re supposed to get two
sons without a woman on this ship.
LISTER: Neither do I. But it’s going to be a laugh finding out.

The door to the medical unit slides open, and another LISTER (not
noticeably older than the “real” one) walks out, carrying two crying
babies.

FUTURE LISTER: I can’t see you, but I know you can see me. I’d like you
to meet your two sons. This is Jim, and this is Bexley. Oh, stop
crying and say “cheese,” boys!

FUTURE LISTER grins for the camera, and LISTER snaps the photo. Cut to a
close-up of the instant photo, developing against a backdrop of stars.

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LISTER: (Singing) To Gannymede and Titan, yes sir, I’ve been around…
RIMMER: Lister.
LISTER: Huh?
RIMMER: Have you ever been hit over the head with a welding mallet?

LISTER shakes his head no.

RIMMER: No? Stop that and push the trolley.
LISTER: (With a mock salute) Yes, sir, Rimmer!

They approach a food dispenser.

RIMMER: Right. Corridor 159.

LISTER begins humming the same song.

RIMMER: Lister, shut up!
LISTER: I’m only humming!
RIMMER: Well *don’t*.

LISTER stops humming and continues the tune by holding his mouth open and
slapping his cheeks.

RIMMER: Lister, don’t hum and don’t make any stupid sounds with your
cheeks.

LISTER stops slapping his cheeks and decides to do a rendition of “If I
Only Had a Heart” by making clicking sounds in his throat.

RIMMER: Lister, one more sound, anything, and you’re on report, my laddo.
What job number’s this?

LISTER mimes talking without making a sound.

RIMMER: Right! That’s it! (Begins writing on his clipboard) “Lister,
D., Third Technician. Offense: obstructing a superior technician by
humming, clicking, and being quiet.” When the Captain sees this you’re
dead.
LISTER: Rimmer, I’m bored!
RIMMER: Bored?! This is essential routine maintenance! It’s absolutely
vital for the well-being of this crew, this mission, and this ship.
(Reading his clipboard) “Dispenser 172: chicken soup nozzle clogged.”

He puts down his clipboard.

RIMMER: Pass me a 14B, Lister.

LISTER hands him a small, white pipe cleaner.

RIMMER: Lister, is this a 14B? Does it look even *remotely* like a 14B?

He reaches into the parts trolley and pulls out another white pipe
cleaner, indistinguishable from the first.

RIMMER: *This* is a 14B, Lister. This (indicating the original) is a
14F. Are you blind?!
LISTER: Who cares?
RIMMER: *I* care, Lister!

RIMMER looks at them both, realises he can’t tell the difference either,
and quickly puts the one he chose back in the trolley.

RIMMER: It’s *my* career, Lister. I’m the one who gets it in the neck if
an officer comes along, orders chicken soup, and gets black currant
cordial with blancmange and two creams and a sugar.

RIMMER cleans out the nozzle in the dispenser unit with the 14 whatever.

RIMMER: (To the dispenser) Chicken soup.

The machine hums and dispenses a cup of something. RIMMER takes a sip of
it, grimaces in disgust, and spits it out.

RIMMER: Yep. That’s working.
LISTER: It’s stupid anyway, all this maintenance business. The only
reason they don’t give this job to the service robots is they’ve got a
better union than us.

LISTER picks up the cup of soup and takes a sip. His reaction is the
same as RIMMER’s, but he sips some more and brings it with him to the
trolley.

RIMMER: Lister, that is absolute nonsense. Right. What’s next?
(Reading his clipboard) “Botanical gardens: faulty power circuit. In
corridor 147: sticking door.”
LISTER: It’s true, you know, though, Rimmer. You rank below all four of
those service robots. Even the one that’s gone absolutely mad.
RIMMER: Well, Lister, not for long, matey. Up, up, up! That’s where I’m
going!
LISTER: Not until you pass your engineer’s exam. And you won’t do that
because you’ll just go in there and flunk again.
RIMMER: Lister, last time I only failed by the *narrowest* of narrow
margins.
LISTER: You what? You walked in there, wrote, “I am a fish,” four
hundred times, did a funny little dance, and fainted.
RIMMER: That’s a total lie!
LISTER: No, it’s not! Petersen told me.
RIMMER: (Mocking LISTER) “No, it’s not! Petersen told me.” Lister, if
you must know, what I did was, I wrote a discourse on power circuits
which was simply too *radical*, too *unconventional*, too *mould-
breaking* for the examiners to accept.
LISTER: Yeah. You said you were a fish.

LISTER lights a cigarette and beings smoking.

RIMMER: Is that a cigarette you’re smoking, Lister?
LISTER: No, it’s a chicken.
RIMMER: Right! You’re on report. Two times in as many minutes, Lister!
I don’t know.

Another crew member, Frank Todhunter, walks up to them.

TODHUNTER: Rimmer, Lister.
RIMMER: (Standing to attention and saluting) Yes, sir.
LISTER: Yo, Todhunter, get down!
TODHUNTER: Indeed. Now, Rimmer, I’m just going through MacIntyre’s
artifacts, and I see that you’ve filed 247 complaints … against
Lister.
RIMMER: (Looking proud of himself) Yes, sir!
TODHUNTER: That’s 123 counts of insulting a superior technician, 39
counts of dereliction of duty, 84 counts of general insubordination,
and one count of mutiny.
RIMMER: Yes, sir!
TODHUNTER: Mutiny, Lister?
LISTER: I stood on his toe.
RIMMER: Maliciously, and with intent to wound.
LISTER: It was an accident!
RIMMER: Lister, I put it to you, how is it possible to stand on one small
toe by accident? You didn’t stand on my toe at all, you stood on my
entire foot, thereby obstructing a superior technician in pursuit of
vital duty.
LISTER: But the vital duty was him going to snap my guitar in half!
RIMMER: Whereupon you leapt from the top bunk onto the whole of my right
foot.
TODHUNTER: All right, that’s enough.
RIMMER: (Ignoring him) Had there been a crisis situation, Lister, I would
have had to perform my duties hopping, clearly putting the ship at
risk, clearly therefore mutiny.
TODHUNTER: Finished?
RIMMER: (Still ignoring him) However, I’m not a vindictive man, so I
don’t intend to apply for the death penalty.
TODHUNTER: There are 169 people on this ship. You, Rimmer, are over one
man. Why can’t you two get on?

LISTER has his cigarette sticking out of his right while he is idly
munching on some food while he speaks.

LISTER: You see, I try, sir. I’m not an insubordinate man by nature. I
try and respect Rimmer and everything, but it’s not easy, ’cause he’s
such a smeghead.
RIMMER: (To TODHUNTER) Did you hear that, sir? (To LISTER) Lister, do
you have any conception of the penalty for describing a superior
technician as a smeghead?
TODHUNTER: (Chuckling) Oh, Rimmer. (Clapping him on the shoulder) You
*are* a smeghead.

TODHUNTER leaves them. LISTER is cracking up with laughter.

RIMMER: (To Lister) You heard that! (Yelling after TODHUNTER) With
respect, sir, your career’s finished, Todhunter, you big lig!

2 Int. Drive Room.

A small clump of people are standing on one side of the room, facing a
small round table with a metal cannister on it. Captain HOLLISTER is
near the middle of the group, and begins speaking.

HOLLISTER: We’re all gathered here today to pay our last respects to
George MacIntyre. George was an excellent officer and as good of a
friend as anyone could ever hope to have. And he’ll be missed more
deeply and more completely than he could ever know. And now I commend
his ashes to the stars he loves so much.

He goes over to the table, picks up the cannister, and gives it a loving
pat.

HOLLISTER: (To the cannister) Goodbye George, we’ll miss you.

He puts the cannister into a slot in the table and presses a button to
eject it into space.

HOLLISTER: This is a piece of music he specially requested. Start the
tape please, Holly.

The jubilant sounds of “See you later alligator” fill the air, as the
group bows their heads in solemn silence.

3 Int. Sleeping quarters.

LISTER is lying on the upper bunk, listening to the funeral service, and
looking out the window.

LISTER: There goes MacIntyre.

The music plays on: “…so long! Goodbye!”

LISTER: Goodbye George.

The view changes to show more of the room. RIMMER is sitting on the
bottom bunk writing on his arm. The vid shows the Captain and the others
at the funeral service.

LISTER: That was George!
RIMMER: Really? I thought it was Mary Queen of Scots.

Captain HOLLISTER on the vid starts to say something, but RIMMER is
annoyed by the distractions.

RIMMER: Off!
LISTER: Hey! I was watching that!
RIMMER: Well, tough!

LISTER reaches down from the top bunk to pick up his acoustic guitar.

RIMMER: You touch that guitar, Lister, I’ll remove the E string and
garrotte you with it.
LISTER: Can I do anything? Is it OK if I breathe? Can I breathe? (He
does so, into Rimmer’s face.)
RIMMER: Lister, I have an exam tomorrow, which I intend to pass.
LISTER: I know, yeah. By cheating.
RIMMER: (Holding up his arm, covered in writing) This is not cheating!
It’s merely an aid to memory. Helps me marshal the facts already in my
command.
LISTER: What does? Copying the entire textbooks onto your body? Why
don’t you hand your body in and let them mark that?
RIMMER: Lister, do you think it’s easy for someone like me to become an
officer? Someone who wasn’t Academy educated? Someone who didn’t have
the right nobby background? Someone who didn’t have the right parents?
LISTER: You didn’t have the right parents? Whose parents did you have?
RIMMER: *My* parents. The wrong parents.
LISTER: I’m just saying, you know, if you can’t pass fair and square, why
bother?
RIMMER: Well, you would, Lister, because you’ve got no ambition, no
drive. You’re perfectly content to be the lowest rank on the ship.
LISTER: I’m not the lowest rank on this ship. What about the laboratory
mice? I tell those mice to do something, they’ve got to jump to it.
(Squeaky voice) “Yes, sir, Mr Lister, sir! Eee, eee, eee, eee…”
RIMMER: Lister, you are a nothing.
LISTER: I’m not a nothing! I’ve got me plan.
RIMMER: What’s that, the plan to be the slobbiest entity in the entire
universe?
LISTER: No. Me five-year plan. You see, I’m going to do two more trips.
And I’ve been saving up all me pay–
RIMMER: Since when?
LISTER: Since always. That’s why I never buy any soap or deodorant or
socks or anything like that, you know. Anyway, I’m going to buy meself
a little farm on Fiji. And I’m going to get a sheep and a cow, and
breed horses.
RIMMER: With a sheep and a cow?
LISTER: No, with horses and horses.
RIMMER: On Fiji?
LISTER: Yeah! The prices there are unbelievable.
RIMMER: Yes, because they had a volcanic eruption and now most of Fiji’s
three feet below sea level!
LISTER: It’s only three feet. They can wade. That’s why the animals are
gonna hafta be quite tall.
RIMMER: Nice plan, Lister. Excellent plan! Brilliant plan, Lister!
What about the sheep? What are you going to do, buy them water-wings?
Fit them with stilts? Better still, you could cross-breed them with
dolphins and have leaping mutton. (Gesturing with his pen to represent
a woolly dolphin leaping out of the water) Baa, splash, baa, splash.
LISTER: You can get a drainage grant these days.
RIMMER: Why bother, Lister? You could be the first man to produce wet-
look knitwear.
LISTER: Look, this is why I never ever said anything to you, ’cause I
knew you’d say something like this.
RIMMER: Lister, you’ve got the brain of a cheese sandwich. (Miming a
swimmer and putting on a Mummerset voice) “Mornin’, Farmer Lister! I’m
just poppin’ down to the shops in my submarine. Can I buy you
anything?”

There’s a honking sound, and HOLLY’s face appears on a monitor.

HOLLY: The “Welcome Back George MacIntyre” reception is about to begin in
the refectory. George says he’d like to invite everybody, especially
those who weren’t able to attend his funeral.

RIMMER and LISTER get up. RIMMER picks up Lister’s jacket and starts to
hand it to him, then drops it on the floor. LISTER trips RIMMER from
behind as they leave.

4 Model shot.

Red Dwarf.

5 Int. Mess hall.

We see the MacIntyre party. People are sitting around the room,
including RIMMER, who is sitting at a table by himself and still writing
on his arm. PETERSEN notices this as he walks by RIMMER on the way to
the table where LISTER is sitting with SELBY and CHEN.

PETERSEN: Have you read Rimmer’s arm?
CHEN: No, I’m waiting for it to come out in paperback!

The group breaks up laughing.

LISTER: Petersen, have you got a quarter?

PETERSEN reaches down and gets a quarter for LISTER.

LISTER: I’ve just been shown this great new intelligence test. What
you’ve gotta do is force the coin onto your forehead. And then the
more times you can bang yourself on the head, the more intelligent you
are.

LISTER demonstrates this to PETERSEN as he is talking. The coin falls
off after he hits himself on the back of the head four times.

LISTER: You gonna go for it?

PETERSEN takes his hat off and steels himself for the task.

HIS FRIENDS: He’s going for it!

LISTER puts the coin to PETERSEN’s head, in preparation.

LISTER: Ready? OK. Can you feel it?
PETERSEN: Yep.
LISTER: Can you feel it?
PETERSEN: Yep.

LISTER removes his hand from PETERSEN’s forehead. Without PETERSEN
realising it, he also took away the coin.

LISTER: Can you feel it?
PETERSEN: Yep.
LISTER: Go!

The group starts to chant PETERSEN on, and while he pummels himself in
the back of the head.

At the front of the room, TODHUNTER, Captain HOLLISTER, and a hologram of
George MACINTYRE are sitting at a table. HOLLISTER stands and the room
grows quiet.

HOLLISTER: Folks, today is a day for both sadness and joy. Sadness, for
the passing away of George, and joy, because George is back with us —
albeit as a hologram.
Now some of you may not have travelled with a hologram before, so I ask
you to treat him as a normal man, because he is in every respect like
George. He has George’s personality and George’s knowledge and
experience.
Of course, he can’t lift anything or touch anything, so I ask you to
cooperate with his requests. And please, take every care not to walk
through him, not even when you’re in a hurry. Thank you.

General applause, and cries of “Speech! Speech!”

MACINTYRE: I want to thank everybody for giving me such a marvellous
funeral. I’ve just seen the vid. And I want to thank the Captain for
his beautiful eulogy. Beautiful. But I still don’t understand why he
didn’t use the one I wrote. (General laughter.)
This must seem pretty spooky for everyone, but I don’t want you to
think of me as someone who’s dead, more as someone who’s no longer a
threat to your marriages. (More laughter) I think Joe knows what I’m
talking about.

Red Dwarf quote from the first ever episode
As you know, Holly’s only capable of sustaining one hologram. So, my
advice to anyone more vital to the mission than me is: if you die,
I’ll kill you. (Laughter followed by applause.)
TODHUNTER: Please be upstanding for the cutting of the cake.

Everyone stands and Captain HOLLISTER cuts the cake.

TODHUNTER: (Raising his glass) Flight Coordinator George MacIntyre.
ALL: George!

As the toast is drunk, we hear the sound of someone, probably LISTER,
gargling into his glass.

HOLLISTER: OK. Just one thing before the disco, Holly tells me that he’s
sensed a non-human life form aboard.
LISTER: Sir, it’s Rimmer!
HOLLISTER: We don’t know *what* it is, Lister. So just be careful, OK?
LISTER: I’m turning you in, Rimmer.

RIMMER pulls out his notebook and pointedly begins to write.

LISTER: (With his friends) Ooooh!

6 Int. Sleeping quarters.

RIMMER is wearing shorts and singlet, and every visible part of his skin
is covered with notes.

RIMMER: Right. They’re bound to ask the right thigh, which is 10 per
cent. They must ask the left thigh, which is 20 per cent. They’ve
*got* to ask one of the forearms. Which means I’ve passed already!
Anything on the left shin’s a bonus!
(Looking at one arm) Right. CUTIE: Current under tension is …
what’s this? Current under tension is equal? Current under tension is
expandable? Current under tension is expensive? What does this mean?
(Begining to panic) What does any of it mean? I’ve covered my body in
complete and utter and total absolute nonsense gibberish! Aaaargh!
Just relax, relax, relax, relax–

LISTER, sleeping in the top bunk, is woken up by RIMMER’s raving. RIMMER
notices and makes an effort to appear calm.

RIMMER: Er, plus 20 per cent of the ship’s course minus the Pythagoras
theorem multiplied by two over the X axis minus one equals the total
velocity of Red Dwarf, which means I know everything about astro-
engineering. Good morning, Lister, for probably the last time.
LISTER: You’ve got it all down, have you, Rimmer?
RIMMER: Couple of blanks, (slapping his buttocks) but I think we’re
there.
LISTER: So you can’t remember anything?
RIMMER: Think what you will, Lister.

RIMMER begins to pull on his overalls.

LISTER: Rimmer, F-I-S-H, that’s how you spell “fish.” Then you just keel
over. I’m sure it’ll all come flooding back to you.
RIMMER: Dry up, Lister.

The intercom honks.

HOLLY: Will entrants for the engineer’s examination now make their way to
the teaching room.
LISTER: Well, Rimmer, honestly, good luck.
RIMMER: It’s all right, Lister. I’m in *complete* and total control.

RIMMER picks up his briefcase and leaves the cabin, turning right. After
a short pause, he hurries back across the doorway in the opposite
direction.

LISTER: Lock. (Nothing happens.) *Lock!* (The door closes.)

LISTER climbs down from his bunk. We hear faint meows. He opens a
locker, pulls out a bottle of milk and a bowl, and goes over to an air
conditioning grating on the wall.

LISTER: (Calling into the grating) Frankenstein! Come on, Frankenstein!

LISTER puts the bowl on the floor and pours some milk into it, spilling
half of it all over the floor. Then he opens the grating and lifts out a
large black cat.

LISTER: Oh, but you’re getting really big now, you know? I hope it’s not
twins. You’ve already got all me milk ration. Never mind, when the
baby cat comes, maybe we can give him water and pretend it’s milk.
It’s only a baby cat, it won’t know, eh?
(Pulling a photo out of his pocket.) Do you want to see my picture of
Fiji again, Frankie? You’re going to love it there. Look.

LISTER holds the photo up to the CAT, who looks the other way.

7 Int. Examining room.

RIMMER and several others are taking the exam. TODHUNTER is monitoring.

TODHUNTER: Okay, everybody. You’ve got three hours. No modems, no
speaking slide rules. Turn over and start. Good luck.

RIMMER examines his paper, looking more and more confused. He looks
around at the others, but they all seem to be doing all right. Finally
(after checking that TODHUNTER isn’t looking) he rolls up his sleeve.
Unfortunately he discovers that he’s smeared all his notes into
illegibility! After sitting there in mortal terror for a moment, he
simply slams down his ink-covered hand onto the paper to leave a palm-
print. He signs it, stands up, gives the bemused TODHUNTER a spectacular
triple-Rimmer salute, and faints.

8 Int. Drive room.

Various people doing the usual technical-looking things that people need
to do to run a huge spaceship. LISTER walks in and goes to Kristine
KOCHANSKI’s station.

LISTER: Hi. Where’s the Captain’s office?
KOCHANSKI: Over there, Where it says “Captain’s Office.” Where it’s
always said “Captain’s Office.”
LISTER: So that’s the Captain’s office! So how are you then?
KOCHANSKI: Fine.
LISTER: Do you know what he wants to see me for?
KOCHANSKI: Yes, I think you’ve been promoted to Admiral.
LISTER: Oh yeah?
KOCHANSKI: Yeah. For your diligence and general devotion to duty.
LISTER: Oh yeah?!

Captain HOLLISTER walks in from his office.

HOLLISTER: Lister!

He motions for LISTER to come into his office, which he does.

LISTER: You asked to see me, Captain?
HOLLISTER: Where’s the cat?
LISTER: What? What cat?
HOLLISTER: Lister, not only are you so stupid you bring aboard an
unquarantined animal and jeopardise every man and woman on this ship —
not only that — but you take a photograph of yourself *with* the cat
and send it to be processed in the ship’s lab. Now, I’m going to ask
you again, do you have a cat?
LISTER: No.
HOLLISTER: (Holding up a photo of LISTER and FRANKENSTEIN) Have you got a
*cat*?
LISTER: Er, yes, that one.
HOLLISTER: Where’d you get it? Titan?
LISTER: Yes.
HOLLISTER: Don’t you realise that that thing could be carrying
*anything*? Don’t you remember what happened on the “Oregon” with the
rabbits? Lister, a loose animal aboard this ship could get anywhere.
It could get into the air ducts. It could get into Holly. You know, a
little nibble here and a little nibble there, Lister, and before you
know it we’re flying *backwards*. Now I want that cat, and I want it
*now*.
LISTER: Sir, just suppose I did have a cat. Just suppose. What would
you do with Frankenstein?
HOLLISTER: I’d send it down to the medical centre, and I’d have it cut up
and tests run on it.
LISTER: Would you put it back together when you’d finished?
HOLLISTER: Lister, the cat would be dead.
LISTER: So, with respect, sir, what’s in it for the cat?
HOLLISTER: Lister, give me that cat!
LISTER: It’s not as easy as that! Me and the cat, we’re going to have a
baby cat, and we’re going to buy a farm on Fiji, and we’re going to
have a sheep and a cow and three horses, it’s me *plan*, and no one can
get in the way of it, not even you, and I do respect you!
(Remembering) Sir!
HOLLISTER: Lister, do you want to go into stasis for the rest of the trip
and forfeit 18 months wages?
LISTER: No.
HOLLISTER: Do you want to give me that cat?
LISTER: No!
HOLLISTER: Choose.

9 Int. Corridor.

LISTER and TODHUNTER are walking down a corridor toward a stasis booth.

TODHUNTER: Look, today, no one wants to go through with this.
LISTER: It’s okay, I can handle it.

Two medical technicians are wheeling RIMMER past on a stretcher.

LISTER: RIMMER, are you all right?
RIMMER: (In a stupor) I can’t really remember. I think I did quite well.

The technicians move on.

LISTER: Is this going to hurt?
TODHUNTER: Haven’t you ever travelled interstellar?
LISTER: No.
TODHUNTER: Oh, you don’t feel a thing. The stasis room creates a static
field of time. See, just as X-rays can’t pass through lead, time
cannot penetrate a stasis field. So, although you exist, you no longer
exists in time, and for you time itself does not exist. You see,
although you’re still a mass, you are no longer an event in space-time,
you are a non-event mass with a quantum probability of zero.
LISTER: Oh. Simple as that, eh?

TODHUNTER opens the door, and LISTER steps inside.

LISTER: OK, I’m ready.
TODHUNTER: See you in 18 months.

TODHUNTER closes the door

TODHUNTER: (To HOLLY) Holly, activate the stasis field.
HOLLY: OK, Frank.

Dave Lister from Red Dwarf in Stasis

We see the Red Dwarf drifting through space while the clock-like music
indicates the passage of time.

11 Int. Stasis booth.

LISTER, in the same pose as before, unfreezes. The door opens and he
walks out.

HOLLY: Good morning, Dave. It is now safe for you to emerge from stasis.
LISTER: Haven’t I just gone in?
HOLLY: Please proceed to the Drive Room for debriefing.

LISTER walks down the corridor, looking around. As he enters the mess,
he notices small piles of white powder on some of the tables.

LISTER: Where is everybody, Hol?

LISTER sticks his finger in one of the piles of white powder and tastes
it.

HOLLY: They’re dead, Dave.
LISTER: Who is?
HOLLY: Everybody, Dave.
LISTER: What, Captain Hollister?
HOLLY: Everybody’s dead, Dave.
LISTER: What, Todhunter?
HOLLY: Everybody’s dead, Dave.
LISTER: What, Selby?
HOLLY: They’re all dead. Everybody’s dead, Dave.

Keep calm and carry on Red Dwarf

12 Int. Corridor.

LISTER is still trying to understand what HOLLY is saying.

LISTER: Petersen isn’t, is he?
HOLLY: Everybody is *dead*, Dave.
LISTER: Not Chen?
HOLLY: Gordon Bennett! Yes! Chen, everybody. Everybody’s dead, Dave.
LISTER: Rimmer?
HOLLY: He’s dead, Dave. Everybody’s dead. Everybody is dead, Dave!
LISTER: Wait. Are you trying to tell me everybody’s dead?
HOLLY: I wish I’d never let him out in the first place.

13 Int. Drive room.

LISTER enters. There are more of the little piles of white powder
everywhere.

LISTER: How?
HOLLY: The drive plate was inefficiently repaired. It blew, and the
entire crew was subjected to a lethal dose of cadmium 2 before I could
seal the area.

LISTER brushes the powder off a chair and sits in it.

LISTER: Oh, this is terrible. And why is it so dirty around here, Hol?
What is this stuff?

LISTER dips his finger in another pile and tastes it.

HOLLY: That is Catering Officer Olaf Petersen.
LISTER: (Quickly spitting it out) Aaaah! I’ve been eating half the crew!
And who’s that?
HOLLY: That’s Captain Hollister.
LISTER: And that’s Todhunter.
HOLLY: No, that’s Second Technician Rimmer.
LISTER: Oh, yeah? I didn’t recognise him without his report book. What
was Rimmer doing in the Drive Room?
HOLLY: He was explaining to the Captain why he hadn’t sealed the drive
plate properly.

He brushes Petersen’s remains onto the floor and puts his feet up.

LISTER: So wait on. How long was I in stasis?
HOLLY: Well, I couldn’t release you until the radiation reached a safe
background level.
LISTER: How *long*?
HOLLY: Three million years.
LISTER: Three million years?! (Pause) I’ve still got that library book.
And what about Krissie? What about Krissie Kochanski?
HOLLY: She’s dead, Dave.
LISTER: Oh, hey!
HOLLY: I don’t suppose it’s any consolation, but if she *were* still
alive, the age difference would be insurmountable.
LISTER: She was part of me plan. I never got round to telling her, but
she was going to come with me to Fiji. She was going to wear a white
dress and ride the horses and I was going to take care of everything
else. It was me plan. I planned it.
HOLLY: Well, she won’t be much use to you on Fiji now. Not unless it
snows and you need something to grit the path with.
LISTER: Holly!
HOLLY: Sorry. I’m sorry about that. I’ve been on my own for three
million years, and I’m just used to saying what I think. I think I’ve
gone a bit peculiar, to tell you the truth.
LISTER: So everyone’s dead? I’m on me own? There’s just me?
HOLLY: Well, technically speaking, yes.
LISTER: What do you mean, “technically speaking?”

RIMMER walks in. He’s a hologram.

RIMMER: Hello, Lister. Long time no see.
LISTER: Rimmer! You’re a hologram?!
RIMMER: Yes. That’s because I’m dead. Dead as a can of spam. And it’s
all thanks to you.
LISTER: Me? What did I do?
RIMMER: If you hadn’t kept that stupid cat, Lister, and hadn’t been sent
to stasis, I would have had some help when I was mending the drive
plate, and I wouldn’t be dead.
LISTER: What’s it feel like?
RIMMER: Death? It’s like being on holiday with a group of Germans.
LISTER: No, I mean being a hologram.

LISTER waves his hand through RIMMER’s stomach. RIMMER jumps back in
disgust, and LISTER looks at his hand in amazement.

RIMMER: Do you mind? Being a hologram is fine, Lister. I still have the
same drives, the same feelings, the same emotions, but I can’t *touch*
anything. Never again will I be able to brush a rose against my cheek,
cradle a laughing child, or interfere with a woman sexually.
LISTER: Rimmer, you never used to do any of those things anyway!
RIMMER: But I would have done one day, murderer!
LISTER: Hey, hey! I didn’t do anything! It was *you* who didn’t fix the
drive plates properly.
RIMMER: (Looking at one of the piles of powder) Is this me here?
LISTER: Yeah.
RIMMER: Me?
LISTER: Come on, Rimmer, look on the bright side.
RIMMER: The bright side? *What* bright side? I’m dead, I’m composed
entirely of light, and I’m alone in space with a man who’d lose a
battle of wits with a stuffed iguana. Where’s the bright side?
LISTER: What’s an iguana? And look, look, you’re not dead, are ya? I
mean, you’re dead! But you’re not *dead* dead, because you’re still
here, aren’t you?
RIMMER: Lister, I’m not really here! I’m not really *me*! Don’t you
see? I’m a computer simulation of me. That’s me, there, that pile of
albino mouse droppings.
LISTER: Come on. Lot’s of people have died. Lots of people have died
and then gone on and done really, really well. You’re a hologram. So
what?
RIMMER: I suppose you’re right, Lister. I’ve got to pull myself
together. But you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to be my hands and my
touch.
LISTER: I know the sort of things you like to touch. No way, Rimmer.
Forget it.
RIMMER: Are you smoking, Lister? In the Drive Room?
LISTER: Yeah. I stopped for quite a while, but I’m back on them now.
RIMMER: You’re on report, squire. (He reaches for his notebook, but it’s
not there.) I can’t write it down. I’ll remember it.
LISTER: Ohhh! Rimmer, look, I know it’s wrong of me to speak ill of the
dead and all that, but you’re still a smeghead.
RIMMER: I beg your pardon?
LISTER: (Leaving the room) I said, you’re still a smeghead.
RIMMER: Lister, do you have any conception of the penalty for describing
a deceased superior technician as a smeghead?

RIMMER goes to lean on a table, and falls through it.

14 Int. Another corridor.

RIMMER is following LISTER.

RIMMER: Lister, will you listen to me? Just listen to me.
LISTER: Just shut up. Shut up.

They proceed out of sight. After they’re gone, an air vent falls off the
wall, and a guy dressed in a pink suit climbs out of the duct. This is
the CAT. He does a somersault and three twirls.

CAT: Aaahhh, ooowww, eee! How am I looking? (He pulls out a small
mirror.) Looking nice. No, wait a minute. I’m looking better than
nice. I’m looking dangerous. Aaaoooww, dangerous! Aaaooowww!
Hey, what’s that? Oh, it’s my shadow. Hey, even my shadow’s looking
nice! I’m looking nice, my shadow’s looking nice — what a team! We
are unbelievable! OK, team, this way. (He points in one direction and
then changes his mind) No, this way. Aaaooowww, yeah. (He reaches an
intersection) This way!

15 Int. Another corridor.

RIMMER is still following LISTER.

RIMMER: Lister, just hold your horses. Listen to me–

He’s interrupted by the CAT spinning into view.

CAT: Aaaooowww! (Notices LISTER and RIMMER) Uh oh. Better make myself
look big!

The CAT holds up his claws and looks fierce. LISTER and RIMMER turn tail
and run.

CAT: Hee hee! Fearsome. I was fearsome! (Singing) Just me and my
shadow, ooohhh! Come on boy, walking down the avenue…

16 Int. Mess hall.

LISTER and RIMMER are backing away from the door, until LISTER backs into
a table and nearly jumps out of his skin.

LISTER: Aaahhh! Holly, what was that?
HOLLY: During the radioactive crisis, Dave, your cat and her kittens were
safely sealed in the hold. And they’ve been breeding there for three
million years, and have evolved into the life form you just saw in the
corridor.
LISTER: I don’t get it.
HOLLY: Well, you know how mankind evolved from apes?
LISTER: Yeah, I know that.
HOLLY: He evolved from cats. His ancestors were cats. He’s descended
from cats. He is a cat.

Suddenly the CAT enters the room, twirling and howling.

CAT: Aaahhh, ooohhh, yeah– (Freezing as he notices the others.)
LISTER: Hello … Cat?
CAT: (Noticing something on his sleeve) Whoa! Crease!

CAT pulls out a small steam iron and runs it over the sleeve.

RIMMER: Stand back, Lister.

Screaming incoherently, RIMMER takes up a Kung Fu posture and leaps at
the cat, hands and feet flying everywhere. He passes straight through
the astonished CAT and disappears out the door.

17 Int. Sleeping quarters.

LISTER retrieves the milk and bowl and some cereal from his locker and
pours some out.

LISTER: Here you go, Cat.
CAT: Ah, Krispies!
LISTER: Holly says you like these.
CAT: Mmmm!

LISTER puts the bowl down on the floor, in the place he used to feed
Frankenstein.

CAT: Hey! You monkeys eat off the *floor*? Ain’t you got no style or
sophistication?
LISTER: Oh, I’m sorry, Cat. I’m sorry.

LISTER picks up the bowl and puts it on the table in front of the CAT.

CAT: You people are unbelievable.

CAT starts to lick up the cereal and milk with his tongue.

LISTER: Where are all your other catty friends, Cat?
CAT: Good Krispies, man!
LISTER: But where are all the other little kitties? Are they gone? Are
they dead? Have they left you?
RIMMER: Who cares? I want it off the ship!
LISTER: No! He’s coming home with us, aren’t you, Cat?
RIMMER: Home? And where exactly is home supposed to be?
LISTER: Earth.
RIMMER: Earth? What makes you think there’ll be any Earth, Lister? And
even if there is, look what it’s done to a household pet in three
million years.

CAT takes out a toothbrush and begins grooming his eyebrows.

RIMMER: Can you imagine what humankind has evolved into? To them, you’ll
be the equivalent of the slime that first crawled out of the oceans.
LISTER: I could smarten meself up a bit.
RIMMER: Naah. You’re a dinosaur. You’re extinct. You’ve got nothing.
LISTER: Hey, hey! I’ve still got me plan. And I’ve still got a cat.
OK, it’s not Frankenstein, but it’s still a cat.
CAT: Did you say Frankenstein?
LISTER: Yeah. She was your great great great great great great
grandmother or something.
CAT: The Holy Mother? The Virgin Birth? No one believes that stuff!
RIMMER: The Virgin Birth?!
LISTER: No, it was a big black tom on Titan.
CAT: Frankenstein, yeah! I remember that stuff from kitty school. The
Holy Mother, saved by Cloister the Stupid, who was frozen in time, and
who gaveth of his life that we might live.
LISTER: No! No, it’s not Cloister, it’s me, it’s Lister! It’s *Lister*
the … stupid?!
CAT: Who shall returneth to lead us to Fushal, the Promised Land.
LISTER: No, it’s not Fushal, it’s Fiji! And I will! I’ll lead you
there. (To RIMMER) *That’s* where we’re going. Holly, plot a course
for Fiji. Look out, Earth — the slime’s coming home!

Overlayed on the screen in title characters, we read: THE BEGINNING.

Credits:

Rimmer Chris Barrie
Lister Craig Charles
Cat Danny John-Jules
Holly Norman Lovett
Todhunter Robert Bathurst
Chen Paul Bradley
Selby David Gillespie
Captain Hollister Mac McDonald
MacIntyre Robert McCulley
Petersen Mark Williams
Kochanski C P Grogan
Written by Rob Grant
Doug Naylor
Music Howard Goodall
Developed for Television by Paul Jackson Productions
Graphic Designer Mark Allen
Visual Effects Designer Peter Wragg
Properties Buyer Duncan Wheeler
Assistant Floor Manager Dona Distefano
Production Assistant Alison Thornber
Unit Manager Mario Dubois
Production Manager George R. Clarke
Costume Designer Jacki Pinks
Make-up Designer Suzanne Jansen
Vision Mixer Jill Dornan
Camera Supervisor Melvyn Cross
Technical Co-ordinator Ron Clare
Videotape Editor Ed Wooden
Lighting Director John Pomphrey
Sound Supervisor Tony Worthington
Designer Paul Montague
Executive Producer Paul Jackson
Produced & Directed by Ed Bye

MCMLXXXVII

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