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("STAR WARS"--STYLE MUSIC)

(RED DWARF THEME)

- Cat? - Mmm?

- You ever see "The Flintstones"? - Sure.

Do you think Wilma's sexy?

Wilma Flintstone?

Maybe we've been alone in deep space too long,

but every time I see that show, her body drives me crazy.

- Is it me? - I think, in all probability,

Wilma Flintstone is the most desirable woman who ever lived.

That's good. I thought I was going strange.

- She's incredible. - What do you think of Betty?

Betty Rubble?

Well, I would go with Betty...

but I'd be thinking of Wilma.

This is crazy. Why are we talking about going to bed with Wilma Flintstone.

You're right. We're nuts. This is an insane conversation.

She'll never leave Fred, and we know it.

Holly, clipboard and pen, please.

- Well, Krytie, today's the day. - But, sir, I'm just not ready.

- Six weeks it's just not long enough. - Ten-thirty. Name?

- You know my name. - Look, if this comes off

it'll a whole new lease of life for both us, we'll be independent,

but we've got to do it by the book.

It's just when you go into "official mode",

my Anxiety Chip goes into overdrive.

- Name? - K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K...

K-K-K-K-K-K-K-K...

I'll just put Kryten.

- Can you see that space vehicle? - Where?

Oh, that one. Yes, sir.

And can you read the registration for me, please?

- 'Starbug 1'? - Right, if you'd like to show me to your vehicle, please.

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.

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, to pay due care and attention to any other space users.

Right, in your own time.

(CLUNK AND WHOOSH)

In your own time.

I've failed, haven't I?

- Just proceed. - You're going to hold it against me, aren't you?

- That one mistake. - Please.

(KRYTEN) Antigrav, check.

Retro, check. Boosters, check.

And very gently ease forward...

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.

- They're exactly the same. - Yes. That's the problem.

(BRAKES SCREECH)

Next, I'd like you to transfer to autopilot, while we conduct the recognition...

(GEARS GRIND)

- tests. - Engage autopilot.

Autopilot engaged. Well, I say "autopilot".

It's not really autopilot is it? It's me, it's Muggins here who has to do it.

- Right, what's that one? - Heavy traffic. Keep to your assigned space lane.

- That one? - Er... Danger: Space mirages ahead.

Stopping Distances: You're travelling at half the speed of light, what is the stopping distance?

- Four years, three months. - And the thinking time?

A fortnight.

- Space Phenomena... What's that? - A pulsar.

- And that? - A binary star.

- What's that? - A time hole!

- Don't help him. - It's a time hole!

- No it isn't. It's nothing like a time hole. - (HOLLY) It's a time hole!

- It is! It's a time hole! - 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 is quite obviously a blue giant about to go supernova.

THAT is a time hole. Right, what's this?

(TREMENDOUS CRASH)

I suppose you're going to fail me for this.

What is this place?

Holly? Is it possible? Can this be Earth?

Certainly seems that way. Constellations match. Gravity: exactly 1G.

- What's the time period? - 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.

What period in history, dingleberry-breath?

Can we expect to see Genghis 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?

Well, I'd need some more data before I could give you a precise answer.

- Like? - Well, this year's calendar would be handy.

(KRYTEN) I've never been to Earth. I've only seen it on photographs.

It's exactly like I always imagined, only much shorter.

"Nodnol, 871 selim."

- Nodnol? Where's Nodnol? - (KRYTEN) It's London.

"London, 178 miles." It's backwards.

- Shh! A truck. - Ooh, It's probably going to hit that box.

There's a perfectly rational explanation for this.

.tfil a tnaw uoy fi ,nwot otni gniog m'I

Then again, possibly not.

(HORNS HONK)

(RIMMER) What the smeg is going on? (KRYTEN) Everything's going backwards.

(HOLLY) It's perfectly consistent with current theory.

Everything starts with a Big Bang, right?

And the universe starts expanding.

When it's expanded as far as it can, there's the Big Crunch,

and everything starts contracting.

It's perfectly possible that time starts running in the opposite direction, as well

(RIMMER) So is this Earth? (HOLLY) It's Earth all right,

only Earth where time's going backwards.

(BOTH SPEAK BACKWARDS)

.elbirret si ereh ecivres ehT

Flobba-dob blib blob bleeb.

- What are you doing? - You said look inconspicuous.

- Don't be idiotic. - But if people see my face,

what are they going to think?

Tell them you had an accident,

tell them you took your car to the crushers and forgot to get out.

(SPEAKS BACKWARDS)

- I got a newspaper. - What's the year? 3991?!

No, it's 1993, It's backwards.

I'll switch to reverse mode. (BLEEPS)

"Three brought to life in bank raid.

"A masked man with a sawn-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,

"which he demanded they place in the bank's vaults.

"The man, Michael Ellis, completed a 15-year prison sentence

"for the crime two years ago."

- What does that say? - 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.

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?

Here's the jobs page. This looks interesting.

"Wanted - managing director, ICI. Excellent demotion prospects.

"Right candidate could go straight to the bottom."

- Something a bit more low-key. - "Busy London Restaurant requires dish dirtier"?

- Anything else? - Ah, this looks interesting.

"Theatrical agent requires novelty acts."

- What do we do that's a novelty? - In this world, everything.

- Three weeks we been doing this. - We'll do it till we find them.

We ain't gonna find 'em. They're gone, buddy.

But look on the bright side... they're gone, buddy!

Don't you care about anyone but yourself?

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 realise with all this rescue stuff, I haven't permed my leg hairs in a week?

- I'm a wreck. - You perm your leg hairs?

Only as an aid to the natural curl.

- Fasten your belt. - Hey, I do not need fashion tips from you.

SAFETY belt. Look.

Is that what I think it is?

- What do you think it is? - An orange whirly thing in space

It's a time hole. That's where they are. We're going in.

- Are you crazy?! You can't go in there! - Why not?

Orange with this suit?!

Where are we?

I don't believe this. According to the NaviComp, this is Earth.

(LISTER) Engage cloak. I'm takin' her down.

- (CAT) What did you do that for? - Well, we don't want to freak the natives.

(METALLIC CLUNK)

Hey. What's the matter?

I dunno. I think me ribs are cracked. And me back.

- Is my eye bruised? - Yeah, it is.

- What's that? - It's a homing device.

It'll find their flight recorder.

Yonder.

I'm home.

- You found anything? - Well, the Bug's there, but they're not.

You're dry.

That's weird.

Let's take a look around. Maybe they left us a clue or something.

(LISTER) What's this?

Ah, man they must have left them to tell us where they'll be.

- What's it say? - Dunno, it's in some weird language.

"Srehtorb." That must be Polish or Bulgarian or somethin'.

- You speak Bulgarian? - Bulgarian, me?! I can hardly speak English.

What's this?

Nodnol? Hang on! Wait a minute! Nodnol. Nod-nol.

- It's in Bulgaria isn't it? - Are you sure?

Absolutely, Geography was my number-one subject at school.

Nodnol, Bulgaria - rich in animal produce and mineral wealth, just south of Bosnia.

- What's "selim"? - Well, obviously, Bulgarian for kilometres.

You're so smart. I'm glad I came with you.

Well, we are the smart party.

(BOTH MAKE BEATBOX SOUNDS)

(RAPS) I didn't come here lookin' for trouble

I just came to do the Red Dwarf shuffle!

(CAT) He's smart

(BOTH) He's smart

(LISTER) My ribs are killing me. Let's find some transport.

Come on! Let's go! Go! Come on!

!yeH !yeH

!mednat ruo s'taht ,sdratsab gnibbor uoy ,iO

Bye, suckers! You lost your bike!

Start pedalling, man! Start pedalling!

- What's happening here? Get this thing in forward gear! - It IS in forward gear!

Stop! Stop!

No more. I'm not moving another yard on this thing.

I'm getting a parting in the back of my head.

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.

Yo, matey. Excuse me. Excuse me.

?nodraP

Erm, No, I don't speak any Bulgarian. Do you speak English?

?snairagluB uoy era ,hsilgnE m'I ,yrroS

We're lookin' for our friend. Erm...friendski.

Uh... Our budski? Palski?

There's an addresski hereski.

Can you, erm...drop us offski?

!kcab eht ni poH .bup siht wonk I ,eruS

- Rock'n'roll. -Thankski verski muchski, budski.

(CAT) Hey! Hey! Hey! We're movin' in the right direction now.

(DOG BARKS BACKWARDS)

This is the place.

My eye! Me back feels like it's been cut to ribbons!

Moan, moan, moan, moan, moan!

!srehtorB esreveR lanoitasneS eht ot eybdoog mraw ,gib a evig dna trapa sdnah ruoy ekat ot uoy tnaw I ,nemeltneg dna seidaL

Ladies and gentlemen, olleh, olleh, olleh.

Welcome to the show.

(ROARS OF LAUGHTER)

- That's a joke? - For our first trick tonight,

my partner Kryten will attempt to eat a boiled egg...

- forwards. - (ALL GASP)

(CRIES OF DISGUST AND AMUSEMENT)

This is entertainment to these people? It's pathetic.

They're Bulgarian. They have very simple tastes.

I have it. It's a moron convention.

Check the coat room. If there are 20 jackets, all white,

with arms that tie behind the neck, You know I'm right.

And what better way to round off a meal, ladies and gentlemen

than by drinking a glass of water?

- Kryten. - Whoa, stick around.

They're building up to a big climax.

We are the Sensational Reverse Brothers , ladies and gentlemen.

We shall see you last night.

(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)

Let's get a drink and go backstage. Hello? Excuse me?

Can I have two pints of bitter, please?

- Bitter. Two pints. - She can't understand you, buddy

- You're wasting your time. - Yo, matey, what's that you're drinkin' there?

Y'know, drinking, Beerski?

Ah, rettib. Two pints of rettib, please.

- Rettib? - Two.

Was that difficult? No, we're the smart party.

Rettib. Rettib.

.slleb elgniJ

(BACKWARDS SLURPING)

(SPEAKS BACKWARDS)

This isn't Bulgaria. Look at that menu. "Unem."

It's English, but backwards. Everything's backwards.

- Everything's backwards? - Yeah.

Right!

Well, as they say, when in Rome, do as the Snamor do.

- Up the hatch. - Booties down.

What do you mean, you don't want to leave?!

- We're happy. - We've found a niche.

We're the Sensational Reverse Brothers.

We've only been here three weeks, and we're a big hit.

- Rimmer, everything is backwards. - We've got used to it.

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 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, and so on,

until eventually we all become one glorious whole.

Rimmer, you already are one glorious hole.

- You've totally flipped, man. - We want to stay.

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.

Imagine that. Your gajimbas will suddenly rise back into your body,

and next thing you know, you're singing soprano in the school choir.

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.

I'm telling you, things are better this way. It's our universe that's the wrong way round.

Take war. War is a wonderful thing here.

In 50 years' time, the Second World War will start...backwards.

- That's a good thing? - 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.

We're smash hits, here. We'd be crazy to leave.

Rimmer, we don't belong here. This place is crazy.

Crazy? Death, disease, famine - there's none of that here.

There's no crime. Our first night we were here, a mugger jumped us

and forced £50 into my wallet at knifepoint.

OK, OK. But look at the flipside of the coin. It's not all good.

Take someone like, say, St Francis of Assisi.

In this universe, he's the petty-minded little sadist

who goes around maiming small animals.

Or Santa Claus - what a bastard!

- Eh? - He's the big fat git

who sneaks down chimneys and steals all the kids' favourite toys.

!uoy ot skcolloB .uoy fo tol eht etah I ,ti enod ev'dluoc ydobyna ,parc s'tca ruoy yawynA

What fight? we didn't start any fight? - What's he saying?

.tog S'EH efil das roop a tahw ,gniyas m'I s'taht hsibbur eht tuo krow yllautca dna dnuor ti nrut

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 m'I ,uoy dnA

?uoy t'nera ,tig dlab dedaeh-erauqs diputs a era uoY

(KNOCKING)

- We're fired! Something about a fight. - You've been with us all night.

He says we'll never work the pub circuit again.

Oh, for smeg's sake! Be reasonable!

(BACKWARDS CONVERSATION)

- Tell him about the contract, the contract thing. - Oh the contract, yep.

- He can't just sack us like that.

(SPEAKS BACKWARDS)

- What's that about? - Dunno, Rimmer in a fight? That's a laugh.

- So, what's the plan? - I dunno, see what happens.

If they don't change their minds, head back without them, I suppose. My back!

We just gotta get out of here. This universe is just too disgusting.

!sdratsab ydoolb uoY

- What's the matter with him? - !eip gniddos ym deffocs-nu ev'uoY

I think we've just uneaten his pie.

Unbelievable. We didn't start a fight.

Look, I'm sorry, man. We were just... Ah!

- (CAT) Are you OK? - My black eye's gone!

He just sucked it off me face with his fist! Oh!

- Now he's uncracked me ribs! - We don't want any trouble.

No, no, you don't understand. All this mess, all this debris,

is from the fight we got fired for, this is from a fight we're about to have!

ABOUT to have? I don't wanna be involved in a bar room brawl.

It's not a bar room brawl. It's a bar room tidy. Unrumble!

- Where are you going, you coward. - I've just worked out what happens to me back.

Here, matey, have your tooth back.

(BACKWARDS CHATTER)

.noitcA

Good one, gentlemen. Thanks for your support. Let's go.

I've forgotten something.

- (SPEAKS BACKWARDS) - What the hell? It's a good cause.

How much is that, matey?

Oh, aye, yeah!

(CABBIE) Oi!

Tight git.

You know, it could have worked. It really could. Where's the Cat?

He won't be long. He's...you know...in the bushes.

We've got to stop him.

Don't ask!

# It's cold outside There's no kind of atmosphere

# I'm all alone, more or less

# Let me fly far away from here

# Fun, fun, fun

# In the sun, sun, sun

# I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose

# Drinking fresh mango juice

# Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes

# Fun, fun, fun

# In the sun, sun, sun

# Fun, fun, fun

# In the sun, sun, sun #