RED DWARF Series III Episode
1, "Backwards"
1 Ext. Space.
Opening Star-Wars
type scroll over a field of stars:
Red Dwarf III
The Saga
Continues
The Story So Far...
Three
million years in the future, Dave Lister, the last human being
alive,
discovers he is pregnant after a liaison with his female self in a
parallel
universe. His pregnancy concludes with
the successful delivery
of twin boys, Jim and Bexley. However, because the boys were
conceived
in another universe, with different physical laws, they suffer
from
highly accelerated growth rates and are both eighteen years old
within
three days of being born.
In order to save their lives, Lister returns
them to the universe
of their origin, where they are reunited with their
father (a woman), and
are able to lead comparatively normal lives.
Well,
as normal as you can be if you've been born in a parallel
universe and
your father's a woman and your mother's a man and you're
eighteen years
old three days after your birth. Shortly afterward, Kryten, the service
mechanoid, who had
left the ship after being rescued from his own crashed
vessel, the Nova 5,
is found in pieces after his space bike crashed into
an asteroid. Lister rebuilds the 'noid, but is unable to
recapture his
former personality.
Meanwhile, Holly, the increasingly erratic computer,
performs a
head sex change operation on himself.
He bases his new face
on Hilly, a female computer with whom he'd
once fallen madly in love.
The saga continuums...
Red Dwarf
III
The Same Generation
-nearly-
2 Int.
Sleeping quarters.
CAT and LISTER are lying on bunks in a darkened
room, watching
television.
LISTER: Cat?
CAT: Mmm?
LISTER:
Ya ever see the Flintstones?
CAT: Sure!
LISTER: D'ya think Wilma's
sexy?
CAT: Wilma Flintstone?
LISTER: Maybe we've been alone in deep
space too long, but every time I
see that sharmi <?> body, it drives me crazy. Is it me?
CAT: Well, I think in all
probability, Wilma Flintstone is the most
desirable woman that ever lived.
LISTER: That's good. I thought I was goin' strange.
CAT:
She's incredible!
LISTER: What d'ya think of Betty?
CAT: Betty
Rubble? (Pause) Well, I would go with
Betty... but I'd be
thinking of
Wilma.
LISTER: This is crazy. Why
are we talking about going to bed with Wilma
Flintstone?
CAT: You're right. We're nuts. This is an
insane conversation.
LISTER: She'll never leave Fred, and we know
it.
CAT shakes his head in resignation.
3 Int. Cargo
bay.
KRYTEN is in front of the Starbug 1, making odd gestures in the
air -- he
is pretending to drive.
RIMMER walks up, wearing a dark green uniform
and a flat-topped cap
with an antenna sticking up over one ear.
RIMMER: Holly, clipboard
and pen, please. (They appear in his
hands.)
RIMMER: Well, Krytie, today's the day!
KRYTEN: But sir, I'm
just not ready! Six weeks -- it's just
not long
enough! (RIMMER looks at his watch.)
RIMMER:
Ten-thirty. Name?
KRYTEN: You know
my name!
RIMMER: Look, if this comes off it'll be a whole new lease of
life for
both of us. We'll be independent! But we've got to do it by the book.
KRYTEN:
It's just that when you go into "official mode," my anxiety
chip
goes into overdrive!
RIMMER:
Name?
KRYTEN: (Stuttering) K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-....
RIMMER: I'll
just put "Kryten." (Pointing) Can you see that space
vehicle?
KRYTEN: (Ignoring the one
right in front of him) Where? Oh, that
one.
Yes, sir!
RIMMER: And
can you read the registration for me please?
KRYTEN: Starbug 1?
RIMMER:
Right, if you'd like to show me to your vehicle, please?
4 Int.
Starbug cockpit section.
RIMMER and KRYTEN are seated inside Starbug
the cockpit.
RIMMER: Right, in your own time, if you'd like to start
the space
vehicle, proceed
through the cargo bay doors, and off into outer space.
KRYTEN flips
several switches. The windshield wipers
come on for a
second, which RIMMER ignores.
RIMMER: Once
through the doors, proceed directly to the nearest planet.
Once there I want you to bring the vehicle
to a halt and then carefully
reverse into the planet's orbit, remembering of course at all times
to
pay due care and attention to
any other space users. Right, in
your
own time.
KRYTEN
taps a few buttons and pulls a lever.
RIMMER is ejected through
the roof and outside the ship.
KRYTEN
waits nervously inside Starbug. RIMMER
returns, and calmly sits
back down.
RIMMER: In your own
time.
KRYTEN: I've failed, haven't I?
RIMMER: Just proceed.
KRYTEN:
You're going to hold it against me, aren't you? That one
mistake.
RIMMER: Please.
(Motions him to go on.)
KRYTEN: Antigrav: check. Retro: check.
Boosters: check. And very
gently ease forward...
KRYTEN pulls a lever and they
shoot out of the cargo bay doors, hitting
one on the way.
KRYTEN:
I think there's something wrong with the gearbox. The thing is,
I
learned to drive in Starbug 2. I'm not
used to the controls in
Starbug
1.
RIMMER: They're exactly the same.
KRYTEN: Yes. That's the problem.
Starbug fires
rockets and turns a corner with a squealing tire sound.
RIMMER:
Next, I'd like you to transfer to autopilot while we conduct the
recognition...
KRYTEN pulls a
lever which makes a horrible gear-grinding noise.
RIMMER:
...tests.
KRYTEN: Engage autopilot.
HOLLY: (Appearing on a wall
monitor) Autopilot engaged. Well, I
say
"autopilot," but
it's not really autopilot, is it? It's
me. It's
Muggins 'ere who has to do it.
RIMMER
shows KRYTEN a booklet with a picture of a blue rectangle with two
white
arrows pointing up and one pointing down.
RIMMER: Right, what's that
one?
KRYTEN: Heavy traffic, keep to your assigned space lanes.
RIMMER
flips the page to a black drawing on a white backgroud of a naked,
faceless
woman dancing.
RIMMER: And that one?
KRYTEN: Danger! Space mirages ahead!
RIMMER: Stopping
distances. You're traveling half the
speed of light,
what is the
stopping distance?
KRYTEN: Four years, three months.
RIMMER: And the
thinking time?
KRYTEN: A fortnight.
RIMMER: Space Phenomena. (Pointing in the book) What's that?
KRYTEN:
A pulsar!
RIMMER: And that one?
KRYTEN: A binary star!
RIMMER:
What's that one?
HOLLY: (Looking out the window) A Time Hole!
RIMMER:
Don't help him!
KRYTEN: (Also looking out the window) It's a Time
Hole!
RIMMER: No, it isn't! It's
nothing like a Time Hole!
HOLLY: IT'S A TIME HOLE!
KRYTEN: IT
IS! IT'S A TIME HOLE!
RIMMER: A
Time Hole is a phenomenon rarely seen in space, which legend
would have us believe transports us into
another part of space and
time. Whereas _that_ (Pointing
in the book) is quite obviously a blue
giant about to go supernova!
_That_ (Pointing out the window) is a
Time Hole! Right, what's
this?
RIMMER finally realizes what is happening.
5 Ext.
Model shot.
The Starbug is sucked into the Time Hole, a special
effect obviously
created by filming stirred water with orange glitter in
it.
6 Ext. Model shot.
Starbug crashes into a pond on a
planet that looks suspiciously like the
Earth.
KRYTEN: I
suppose you're going to fail me for this.
RIMMER and KRYTEN get in a
boat and go to the shore of the pond.
KRYTEN: What is this
place?
RIMMER: HOLLY? Is it
possible? Could this be Earth?
HOLLY:
(Appearing in the round screen in KRYTEN's stomach) Certainly
seems that way. Constellations match, gravity exactly 1 g.
RIMMER: What's
the time period?
HOLLY: Well, it's difficult to pin it down exactly, but
according to all
the available
data, I would estimate it's round about ... lunchtime,
maybe half-one.
RIMMER: What period in
HISTORY, dingleberry-breath? I mean can
we expect
to see Ghengis Khan and
his barbarian buddies sweeping across the hill?
Or a herd of flesh-eating dinosaurs feeding off the bones of
Doug
McClure? What is the year?
HOLLY: Well, I'd need
some more data before I could give you a precise
answer.
RIMMER: Like?
HOLLY: Well,
this year's calendar'd be 'andy!
7 Ext. A field.
RIMMER
is walking through a field, while KRYTEN looks at a large tree.
KRYTEN:
I've never been to Earth before. I've
only seen it on
photographs. It's exactly like I always imagined, only
much shorter.
RIMMER shakes his head, and continues walking.
8
Ext. Roadsize marker.
They pause at a stone mile-marker by the side
of a road. There is a
cardboard
box lying in the middle of the road.
RIMMER: (Reading the marker)
"Nodnol? 871 selim?"
Nodnol? Where's
Nodnol?
KRYTEN: It's London, 178
miles. It's backwards.
RIMMER: Shh
-- a truck.
KRYTEN: It's probably going to hit that box.
RIMMER
stands beside the road with his thumb out, his back to the truck,
which is
approaching backwards. The box lying
spins around and lifts
itself into the open back of the truck.
RIMMER:
There's a perfectly rational explanation for all of this.
TRUCK DRIVER:
(In backwards speech) Tifl a tnaw uoy fi nwot otni gniog
m'i.
RIMMER: Then again, possibly
not.
9 Ext. London street.
Shots of traffic in London,
running backwards. We hear the
conversations
inside the van.
RIMMER: (VO) HOLLY, what the smeg
is going on?
KRYTEN: (VO) We're going backwards.
HOLLY: (VO) It's
perfectly consistent with current theory.
Everything
starts with a
Big Bang, right? And the universe
starts expanding.
Eventually,
when it's expanded as far as it can, there's a big crunch,
right?
And everything starts contracting.
Perfectly possible that
time starts running in the opposite direction, as well.
During
this last speech, shots of RIMMER and KRYTEN walking forwards in a
crowd
walking backwards, change leaping into people's hands from a
busker's
guitar case, a man sucking smoke from the air and putting it
back into a
cigarette, waist-down shot of a couple walking backwards.
RIMMER:
(VO) So, is this Earth?
HOLLY: (VO) Oh, it's Earth all right, only Earth
where time's going
backwards.
10 Ext. Cafe table.
RIMMER is sitting
alone at a table in a cafe, attempting to cover his "H"
with his
forelock. He glances over his shoulder
at a woman at the next
table. A
waitress comes up to the woman's table and gives her some dirty
dishes. The waitress and the woman say a few lines
in backwards speech
to each other, and the woman says something to
RIMMER. <These aren't
transcribed
because they appear to be just random syllables when re-
reversed.>
RIMMER waves at the woman, who is now chewing a very large
mouthful of
food. Tea starts to stream up the
woman's chin towards her
mouth.
She lifts the cup to her mouth and fills the entire cup at one
go.The
half-eaten end of an eclair jumps from the plate into her hand,
and she
replaces the rest of it out of her mouth in two huge bites. She
puts the eclair back on the plate
and stirs her tea. A spoonful of
sugar
comes out of the tea and the woman replaces it in the sugar
bowl.
WOMAN: (To RIMMER) Suoiciled erew eseht.
RIMMER: (To
WOMAN) Flobba-dob blib blob bleeb.
KRYTEN enters carrying a
newspaper and wearing a long, hooded black cape
and a Ronald Reagan rubber
mask.
RIMMER: What are you doing!?
KRYTEN: (Muffled through his
mask) Well, you said look inconspicuous.
RIMMER: Don't be idiotic!!!
KRYTEN:
(Removing the mask) But if people see my face, what are they
going to think?
RIMMER: Tell them you
had an accident. Tell them you took
your car to
the crushers and
forgot to get out!
A waitress comes and empties a box of rubbish
onto the table.
WAITRESS: Won si ti ereh.
KRYTEN: I got a
newspaper.
KRYTEN holds up the newspaper. The headline reads "DIAR KNAB NI EFIL OT
THGUORB
EERHT." The paper's name is "Yadretsey."
RIMMER:
What's the year? (Reading from the
paper) 3991?
KRYTEN: No, it's 1993 -- it's backwards. I'll switch to reverse mode.
(Reading from the paper) "Three brought
to life in bank raid. A masked
man with a sawed-off shotgun sucked bullets
out of two cashiers and a
security guard in a South London bank tomorrow. The armed raider then
forced terrified staff to accept 10,000
pounds, which he demanded they
place in the bank's vaults. The
man, Michael Ellis, completed a
fifteen year prison sentence for the crime two years ago."
The
waitress returns and places a plate of half eaten food in front of
KRYTEN.
RIMMER:
What does that say?
KRYTEN: Oh, it's an advert. "Roll-off deodorant.
Keeps you wet and
smelly
for up to 24 hours." What are we going to do? This place is
totally crazy!
RIMMER: There's nothing we CAN do until the others
find us. We'd better
get a job.
But what jobs are there in a backwards reality for a dead
hologram and an android with a head shaped
like a novelty condom?
KRYTEN: Here's the jobs page. This looks interesting. "Wanted:
Managing director, ICI. Excellent demotion prospects -- right
candidate could go straight to the
bottom!"
RIMMER: Something a bit more low-key.
KRYTEN: Uh...
"Busy London restaurant requires dish dirtier?"
RIMMER: Anything
else?
KRYTEN: Ah, this looks interesting:
"Theatrical agent requires novelty
acts."
RIMMER: What do we do that's a novelty?
KRYTEN:
In this world, everything!
11 Int. Starbug 2 cockpit section.
LISTER
and CAT are out searching for RIMMER and KRYTEN.
CAT: Three weeks we
been doin' this.
LISTER: Well, we'll do it 'til we find them.
CAT:
(Somberly) We ain't gonna find 'em.
They're gone, buddy. But
look
on the bright side...
(Elatedly) They're GONE, buddy!
LISTER: Don't you care about anyone but
yourself?
CAT: Hell no! I don't
even care about you. The way I see it,
if
Goalpost-head and Freak-face
want to get themselves lost, that's their
bag! I don't see why it
should cut into my preening time. You
realize
with all this rescue stuff
I haven't permed my leg hairs in a week?
I'm a wreck!
LISTER: You PERM your leg hairs?
CAT: Only as an
aid to the natural curl.
LISTER sees something out the window.
LISTER:
Fasten your belt.
CAT: Hey, I do NOT need fashion tips from YOU.
LISTER:
SAFETY belt! (Points out the window)
Look!
CAT: Is that what I think it is?
LISTER: What d'you think it
is?
CAT: An orange whirly thing in space!
LISTER: It's a time
hole. That's where they are. We're goin' in.
CAT: Are you
crazy? You can't go in there!
LISTER:
Why not?
CAT: Orange?! With this suit?!
12 Ext. Model
shot.
Starbug coasts through the time-hole.
13 Ext.
Backwards Earth.
CAT: Where are we?
LISTER: I don't believe
this. According to the NaviComp -- this
is
Earth! Engage cloak. I'm takin' her down.
14 Ext. A clearing.
The
now-invisible Starbug lands in a field.
LISTER steps through the
door and appears to be standing in midair
about ten feet up. CAT also
exits
and stands behind LISTER in the invisible staircase.
CAT: Wha'd you
do that for?
LISTER: Well, we don't want to spook the natives.
CAT:
(Bangs on Starbug.) Hey! (Notices
LISTER wincing and feeling inside
his jacket.) What's the matter?
LISTER: I dunno, I think me ribs
are cracked. And me back! Is my eye
bruised?
CAT: (Looks.) Yeah, it is!
LISTER pulls
a canteen looking thingie from his pocket.
CAT: What's that?
LISTER:
It's a homin' device -- it'll find their flight recorder.
LISTER
taps it to get it to work. It beeps a
little. He points in the
direction
it indicates.
LISTER: Yonder.
CAT heads off in that
direction.
LISTER: (To himself) I'm home.
15 Ext. Beside
the pond.
CAT is standing by a pond -- the same pond KRYTEN and
RIMMER crashed in.
LISTER's head comes up from the water in the middle of
the pond, still
wearing his cap.
CAT: (Shouting) You find
anything?
LISTER: Well, the 'Bug's there, but they're not.
LISTER
wades up to shore, still clad in his leather jacket.
CAT: You're
dry!
A befuddled LISTER examines his clothes.
LISTER:
That's weird!
CAT: Let's take a look around. Maybe they left us a clue or something.
16 Ext. At a
poster board.
We see many posters of the "Srehtorb Esrever
Lanoitasnes Eht" -- RIMMER's
and KRYTEN's faces, wearing goofy grins
and silly bowlers. LISTER and
CAT
appear, walking side by side, examining a poster they have taken
down.
CAT:
What's this?
LISTER: I dunno, but they must have left this to tell us
where they'll
be.
CAT:
What's it say?
LISTER: I dunno, it's in some weird foreign language or
somethin'.
"Srehtorb"
-- that must be Polish or Bulgarian or somethin'.
CAT: You speak
Bulgarian?
LISTER: Bulgarian?
Please, I hardly speak English.
17 Ext. Roadside
marker.
CAT and LISTER come upon the same mile-marker RIMMER and
KRYTEN got
picked up at. CAT
points to the marker.
CAT: What's this?
LISTER: Nodnol? Hang on, wait a minute! Nodnol!
Nod. Nol. It's in
Bulgaria, isn't it!
CAT: Are you sure?
LISTER:
Geography was my number one subject at school.
Nodnol, Bulgaria
-- rich
in animal produce and mineral wealth, just south of Bosnia.
CAT: What's
the selim?
LISTER: Well, that's obviously Bulgarian for kilometers, isn't
it?
CAT: (Sincerely) You're so smart, I'm glad I came with you!
LISTER:
Well, we are the smart party!
They head off down the road, doing a
weird little rap & dance -- with CAT
as the beatbox.
LISTER:
(Rapping) "I didn't come here lookin' for trouble, I just came to
do the Red Dwarf Shuffle."
CAT:
(Singing) He's smart!
LISTER: (Speaking normally now) Let's find some
transport.
18 Ext. A road-side picnic.
A young couple on
a picnic are taking a nap. LISTER and
CAT steal their
tandem bike.
LISTER: (Whispering) Let's
go! Go! C'mon!
The man wakes up and notices them.
PICNIC
MAN: Mednat ruo s'taht, sdratsab gnibbor uoy, io! Yeh! Io!
A
caption under the man reads, "You scoundrels! Return my bike
immediately!"
CAT: Bye,
suckers! You lost your bike!
LISTER:
Start pedaling, man, start pedaling!
LISTER and CAT get on the bike
and start pedaling -- but the bike goes
backwards.
CAT: What's
happening here? Get this thing in
forward gear!
LISTER: It IS in forward gear!
They pass right by
the couple they stole the bike from.
They pedal down
the road a ways, looking over their shoulders. Eventually they come upon
a white van
parked by the side of the road.
CAT: Stop! Stop!
They stop and get off.
CAT: No
more! I'm not moving another yard on
this thing! I'm gettin' a
part in the back of my head!
LISTER:
It's these cheap Bulgarian bikes! You
probably have to queue up
for a
year to get this piece of crap! You
probably have to be a
government
official to get one that goes forwards!
The driver of the van
returns from the bushes.
LISTER: Yo, matey! Excuse me!
Excuse me!
VAN DRIVER: Nodrap?
LISTER: No, I don't speak any
Bulgarian. You speak English?
VAN
DRIVER: Snairaglub uoy era -- Hsilgne M'i, Yrros?
Caption: Sorry, I'm English -- are you
Bulgarians?
LISTER: We're lookin' for our freind...erm...
friendski?
CAT: Our budski?
Palski?
LISTER: This addresski hereski? Can you erm... drop us offski?
VAN DRIVER: Ni poh. Bup siht wonk I, Sey.
Caption: Yes, I know this pub. Hop in.
LISTER: Rock 'n'
Roll!!
CAT: Thankski verski muchski, budski!
CAT and LISTER get
in the back of the van, forwards. The
driver gets in
the front, backwards.
CAT: (Inside the van) Hey,
hey, hey, we're movin' in the right direction
now!
The van drives off, backwards.
19 Int.
The pub.
We hear a dog barking backwards and see the exterior shot
of a street at
night. Cut to CAT
and LISTER walking down a dingy staircase to a pub.
They see a poster of
RIMMER and KRYTEN.
LISTER: This is the place. Ay, me back -- it's like it's been cut
to
ribbons!
CAT: Moan, moan,
moan, moan, moan.
Inside the pub now, we see an unattractive man in
a shiny lime green suit
on a small stage.
He gives a little backwards speech (which is
accurately
captioned):
Caption: Take
your hands apart and give a big, warm goodbye to the
Sensational Reverse
Brothers!
There is a lot of backwards clapping. LISTER and CAT come in and stand
in the
back at the bar. KRYTEN and RIMMER
shuffle on stage, doffing
their hats (like vaudeville acts used to
do). They are both wearing the
same
ridiculous get-up: shiny pink and black
pinstriped pants, pink
sequined jackets with shiny black lapels, frilly
pink shirts, pink bow
ties, and hot pink bowler hats. RIMMER puts on an odd voice, unusually
nasal
and with more h's than are strictly called for.
RIMMER: Ladies and
gentlemen: alii-yoh, alli-yoh,
alli-yoh!
Presumably, "alli-yoh" is hello backwards.
RIMMER:
Welcome to the show!
The crowd, seated at tables in the pub, laughs
uproariously.
LISTER: (To CAT) "Welcome to the show?"
What's the joke?
RIMMER: For our first trick tonight, ladies and
gentlemen, my partner
KRYTEN will
attempt to eat hay boiled egg ... forwards!
The crowd gasps in
amazement. KRYTEN eats a bite of a
boiled egg. The
crowd gets a big
kick out of it.
CAT: This is entertainment to these people? It's pathetic!
LISTER: They're
Bulgarian -- they have very simple tastes.
KRYTEN throws something
to a man in the crowd, who catches it.
The man
is utterly amazed.
CAT: I have it: it's a moron convention! Check the coatroom -- if there
are twenty jackets, all white, with arms
that tie behind the neck, you
know I'm right!
RIMMER: Hand what better way to round off a meal,
ladies and gentlemen,
than by
drinking a glass of water!
KRYTEN!
LISTER: (Sarcastically) Woah, stick around! They're building up to a big
climax!
KRYTEN drinks a glass of
water and holds it upside down. The crowd
claps.
RIMMER:
We are the Sensational Reverse Brothers, ladies and gentlemen, we
shall see you last night!
RIMMER
and KRYTEN do the same little shuffle dance off-stage.
LISTER: (To
CAT) Let's get a drink and go backstage.
(To barmaid) Hello?
Excuse
me? Can I have two pints of bitter,
please?
The barmaid doesn't understand.
LISTER: Bitter,
two pints!
LISTER holds up two fingers.
CAT: She can't
understand you, bud, you're wasting your time.
LISTER: (To a MAN sitting
at the bar) Yo, matey, what's that you're
drinkin' there? (He mimes
drinking with a beer mug.) Yo, drinkski?
Beerski?
MAN: Rettib.
It sounds like "Erskib."
The caption reads: Bitter.
LISTER:
Ah, Erskib! Two pints of erskib,
please.
BARMAID: Erskib?
LISTER: Two. (He holds up two fingers.)
The barmaid turns away to
prepare their order.
LISTER: Was that difficult? No, we're the smart party!
He and
CAT do a self-congratulatory hand thing.
The barmaid hands them
two empty mugs and presses some change into
LISTER's hand. The confused
LISTER
and CAT look around to try and figure out what is going on. The
see the man they just spoke to fill
his mug with beer from his mouth.
He
tells the barmaid "Same again" (according to the
caption) She takes the
full mug away and uses the tap to suck the beer out
of the mug. She then
gives the man
back the empty mug. Realization finally
dawns on LISTER.
LISTER: This isn't Bulgaria! Look at that menu -- Unem! It's English,
but backwards -- everything's
backwards!
CAT: Everything's backwards?
LISTER: Yeah!
CAT:
(Thinks about it a bit.) Right!
LISTER: Well, you know what they say --
when in Rome, do as the Snamor
do! Up the hatch!
CAT:
Booties down!
CAT and LISTER fill up their mugs at one go -- with
rather a lot of it
streaming up LISTER's chin rather than coming from his
mouth.
20 Int. Dressing room.
CAT and LISTER are sitting
with RIMMER and KRYTEN in their dressing room
backstage. RIMMER and KRYTEN have changed out of their
ridiculous pink
stage costumes -- Rimmer is wearing a pretentious-looking
smoking jacket
and ascot, while KRYTEN is wearing a white terry-cloth
bathrobe.
LISTER: What do you mean you don't want to leave?
RIMMER:
We're happy here!
KRYTEN: We've found a niche!
RIMMER: We're the
"Sensational Reverse Brothers!" We've only been here
three weeks and we're a big hit!
LISTER:
RIMMER, everything is backwards!
KRYTEN: We got used to it!
RIMMER:
It's true! Once you get over the
initial shock, things actually
make a lot more sense this way 'round.
There's no death here. You
start off dead, you have a funeral, then you
come to life! As each
year passes you get younger and younger
until you become a newborn
baby. Then you go back inside
your mother, who goes back inside her
mother, ans so on, until eventually we all become one glorious
whole!
LISTER: RIMMER, you already are one glorious hole! You've totally
flipped, man.
KRYTEN: We want to
stay!
LISTER: But we CAN'T stay!
Look, I'm 25 now -- in 10 years time I'll be
15.
I'll have to go through puberty again!
Backwards!
CAT: Imagine that!
Your gajimbas will suddenly rise back into your body,
and the next thing you know you're singing
soprano in the school choir!
LISTER: And worse than that -- in 25 years
I'll be a little sperm,
swimming
around in somebody's testicles! I mean,
pardon me, but that's
just not
how I saw my future!
RIMMER: I'm telling you, things are better this
way. It's our universe
that's the wrong way round.
KRYTEN
nods in agreement.
KRYTEN: Take war. War is a wonderful thing here!
In fifty years time,
the
second world war will start -- backwards!
CAT: And that's a good
thing?
KRYTEN: Millions of people will come to life. Hitler will retreat across
Europe, liberate France and Poland, disband
the Third Reich, and bog
off back
to Austria!
RIMMER: We're smash hits here! We'd be crazy to leave.
LISTER: RIMMER, we don't belong
here! This place is crazy!
RIMMER:
Crazy? Death, disease, famine --
there's none of that here.
KRYTEN: There's no crime! The first night we were here, a mugger
jumped
us and forced 50 pounds
into my wallet at knifepoint!
LISTER: Okay, okay! But look at the flipside of the coin. It's not all
good. Take someone like,
say... St. Francis of Assissi. In this
universe, he's the petty-minded little sadist who goes around
maiming
small animals! Or Santa Claus -- what a bastard!
RIMMER:
Eh?
LISTER: He's the big fat git who sneaks down chimneys and steals all
the
kid's favorite toys!
The
MANAGER of the pub (the same man who LISTER spoke to earlier at the
bar,
incidentally) comes in and starts yelling at RIMMER and KRYTEN.
MANAGER:
Uoy ot Skcollob! You fo tol eht etah
I. Ti enod evah dluoc
ydobyna, yawyna. Parc s'tca rouy, ylknarf.
KRYTEN: What fight? We didn't start any fight?
MANAGER: Tog
s'eh efil das, roop a tahw!! Gniyas M'i taht hsibbur eht tuo
krow yllautca dna, dnuor ti nurt, gnidrocer
siht fo dloh teg ot
derehtob
s'ohw yrtnuoc eht ni tarp eno eht gnisserdda M'i. Uoy
gnisserdda
yllautca ton M'i tub. Uoy ta gnitniop
M'i. Uoy ta gnitniop
t'nia I.
Uoy t'nera, tig dlab, dedaeh-erauqs, diputs a era you?
The
MANAGER exits, backwards. There is a
knock on the door.
KRYTEN: We're fired! Something about a fight!
LISTER: But you've been with us all
night!
KRYTEN: He says we'll never work the pub circuit again!
RIMMER:
(Calling to the MANAGER) Oh, for smeg's sake, be reasonable!
21 Int.
Bar.
RIMMER and KRYTEN are arguing with the MANAGER in the front
room of the
bar. All of the
patrons have gone and the place is in a shambles.Kryten
and the MANAGER
say some backwards gibberish.
RIMMER: Tell him about the contract
thing! He can't just sack us like
that!
More gibberish from the
MANAGER and KRYTEN. The camera pulls
out and we
see LISTER and CAT seated nearby.
CAT: What's all
that about?
LISTER: RIMMER in a fight?
That's a laugh for a start.
CAT: So what's the plan?
LISTER: I
dunno. See what happens. If they don't change their minds,
head back without them, I suppose. Ow, my back!
CAT and LISTER then
proceed to uneat some very odd pie -- Cat provides
the cucumber slices,
and LISTER spewing whole cherry tomatoes high into
the air.
CAT:
We just gotta get out of here -- this universe is just too
disgusting!
A man approaches the
table.
MAN: Sdratasb ydoolb uoy!
CAT: What's the matter with
him?
MAN: Eip gniddos ym deffocsnu ev'uoy!
LISTER: I think he's a bit
T'd off 'cos we've just uneaten his pie.
LISTER gingerly fingers his
bruised eye. RIMMER and LISTER walk
up.
RIMMER: Unbeleivable! We
didn't start a fight!
LISTER: (To the man) Look, I'm sorry man, we were
just--
LISTER is interrupted by the man punching him in the
eye.
CAT: Are you alright?
LISTER: Me black eye! It's gone!
He just sucked it off me face with his
fist!
The man punches LISTER in the side.
LISTER:
And now he's just uncracked me ribs!
RIMMER: (Out of the side of his
mouth, to KRYTEN) We don't want any
trouble.
KRYTEN: No, you don't understand! All this mess, all this debris! It's
from the fight we got fired for!
The fight we're about to have!
RIMMER: (Scared out of his wits)
ABOUT to have? I don't want to be
involved in a barroom brawl!
LISTER:
It's not a barroom brawl, it's a barroom tidy!
(Shouts.)
Unrumble!
LISTER
holds up a beer mug, and beer is sucked back into it from all over
the
man's face.
People come running in, backwards. LISTER is unthrown across the bar,
with
glasses and bowls replacing themselves in his wake. CAT unsocks
somebody with a chair, which reassembles into
his hands. A man is
unthrown into
the shelves behind the bar, which reassemble themselves.
LISTER crawls
backwards into a huddle of men sucking punches off of him.
One by one they
back off, and LISTER jumps backwards over a table while
yelling. RIMMER is observing all this from underneath
a table.
RIMMER: (To LISTER) Where are you going, you coward?
LISTER:
I've just worked out what happens to me back.
LISTER goes outside
the pub. He is then unthrown through a
large window
by two men. They then
unbreak a table using LISTER's face.
They set
LISTER back on his feet.
One of the men has a front tooth missing.
LISTER: Excuse me,
have your tooth back.
LISTER unpunches the man in the mouth, and the
tooth reappears. The bar
patrons
sit down, and their tables and beers right themselves in front of
them. The bar is now full of people, and perfectly
neat. RIMMER crawls
out from
underneath the table, and dusts off his green uniform.
RIMMER: Good
one, gentlemen! Thanks for your
support! Let's go.
They all
start to leave. Suddenly CAT stops
LISTER.
CAT: I've forgotten something.
CAT walks over to
a charity collection box on the bar and takes all the
money.
BARMAID:
Uoy knaht!
CAT: Well, what the hell!
It's for a good cause!
He and LISTER exit the pub.
22
Ext. A clearing.
The four get out of a cab near the spot where
Starbug 2 has landed.
LISTER: How much is that, matey?
The
driver hands him some pound notes.
LISTER: Oh aye, yeah.
LISTER
turns to go, but the driver calls him back and gives him a coin --
the
tip. LISTER walks away again.
LISTER:
Tight git!
We see the KRYTEN, LISTER, and RIMMER going up the stairs
to the
invisible Starbug. KRYTEN
enters, RIMMER and LISTER hang about on the
stairs.
RIMMER: You
know, it could have worked. It really
could. Where's the
CAT?
LISTER: He won't be long. He's...you know... in the bushes.
LISTER
and RIMMER wait for a bit. Suddenly,
they both realize something
awful and look at each other.
LISTER:
We've got to stop him!!
CAT's head pops up from behind some tall
grass. He has a horrified look
on
his face, and his hair is sticking straight up. He walks out from the
bushes and up the stairs with a very
odd, stiff-legged gait. He stops
in
front of RIMMER and LISTER.
CAT: DON'T ASK!
The
End
Credits:
Rimmer Chris Barrie
Lister Craig Charles
Cat Danny John-Jules
Holly Hattie Hayridge
Kryten Robert Llewellyn
With:
Waitress Maria Friedman
Compere Tony Hawks
Customer in Cafe Anna Palmer
Pub Manager Arthur Smith
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Transcribed
August 1993 by Amy Morrison
2451 Lafayette Rd.
Colorado Springs, CO
80907
E-mail: ajmorrison@happy.uccs.edu