All language subtitles for 12-05 M-Corp

(WHOOSHING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

KRYTEN: # Happy Birthday to you

# Happy Birthday to you

# Happy Birthday, Mr Lister

# Happy Birthday to you #

Today?

It's the big one, sir.

What, I'm thirty?

- (CHUCKLES)
- Forty?

Oooooh...

Oh, what am I doing? I don't want to know!

Don't want to know.
Brain, I'm not listening.

La la la la la la la. (MIMICS SINGING)

The years pass, but with them comes

the soothing balm of
new found grace and maturity.

Now eat up because
it's time for your present.

I don't need a present, Krytes.
I've got everything I need.

Sir, you've got nothing.

No life, no partner, no future.
You're so easy to shop for.

- (GROANS)
- (CAT SCREAMING IN TUNE)

Hey bud, answer me this,

am I actually getting more good-looking?

'Cause, yesterday, I was looking
at myself in the mirror

and the next thing you know, it's today.

Hey, are you even listening to me?

- (GASPING) Chest. Chest.
- Huh?

You wanna play chess?

But we're missing half the pieces,

and even the pieces we've got,
aren't all there.

And as for that horsey one.
Where the hell are his legs?

Okay, what is wrong with you today?
Why are you acting so crazy.

(THUD)

Mmmm.

It's your birthday
and you have a heart attack.

It could only happen to you.
It's hilarious.

- You realize now, you'll have to retire.
- Retire?

You'll have to take it easy, stop work.

You'll probably spend most of your days
sitting in the sleeping quarters,

watching TV, having your meals
delivered to you on a tray. No, wait.

You're really loving this, aren't you?

I will be in a minute when Kryten
comes in and takes your temperature

with a rectal thermometer.

And as it's your birthday,

here's hoping he puts a candle
on the end and asks you to blow it out.

Good news, sir.

Why, even more good news,
what this time?

Mr Lister's heart is tickety-boo.

Apparently, it was
a severe indigestion attack.

I'm not sure
what could have caused that.

So, can I leave
after I've finished this?

Well. The MC says you're
no longer a medical emergency,

but as a precaution, I'd like to insert
a monitoring chip into your bloodstream.

- (BEEP)
- (AIR HISSING)

What does it do exactly?

Why don't you ask it yourself.

- (BEEPING)
- (WHIRRING)

CHIPPY: (ELECTRONIC VOICE) Hello, Dave.

I'm Chippy, your health-monitoring mate.

I'm currently travelling through
your body collecting medi-data.

Right now I'm in your heart,

trying to get down one of your arteries.

(CHIPPY STRAINING)

A bit of a squeeze.

(CONTINUES STRAINING)

- That was tight.
- Is everything okay?

Well if I'm honest I've been better,

my battery's not what it was.

I was talking about me.

Oh, I see.

Well Dave, some of your arteries have
more fur than an Eskimo clothes shop,

but diet and exercise can fix all that.

I can also monitor your improvement
by giving you daily updates

of when you're likely to die.

Would you like to know that, Dave?

(IMITATING LISTER) Er, Yes please, man.

You'll be 63, Dave.

Rimmer! I didn't want to know that!

Actually, I think I am
getting chest pains now.

You are getting chest pains, Dave.

Yeah, it's the stress of listening
to you telling me when I'm gonna die!

I'll run some tests.

I'm sure there's no cause of...
Oh, dear.

Oh, dear what?

- (BEEPING)
- (WARNING ALARM SOUNDING)

CHIPPY: Dave, please remain calm,

but you have a giant arterial blockage
in your left coronary artery.

The stress of hearing you're
going to die has caused you to die.

Smegging hell. I'm gonna die.

Now, please call emergency services.

On second thoughts,
best not waste their time.

As I'm afraid you're going to die
right now, Dave.

Three, two, one.

- (CHIPPY EXPLODES)
- (POWERING DOWN)

What the smeg happened there?

It appears Chippy mixed up
your death with its own.

Why?

Request permission to carry out
a full investigation, sir.

Permission granted.

It seems the corrupted files were caused

because Chippy was
running off old software.

- How come?
- For several years now,

the system updates

haven't been automatically installing.

Why didn't it show up
on any of the consoles?

- A broken connection?
- Or maybe, someone unplugged something

and used them
for his heated curling tongs?

And there was a voice that said,

"Do not unplug,
software updates will not be installed."

And this dude had to make a choice
between his hair and the updates.

And he chose his hair.

Maybe?

- You did that?
- You've been spying on me?

Kryten, get the updates installed.

Let's see what
we've been missing out on.

(BEEPING)

(WHIRRING)

(MELODIC TUNE PLAYING)

M-Corp?

Your company has been bought by M-Corp.

You probably have a lot of questions.

Who is M-Corp? What do we do?

Let's find out together.

M-Corp is the biggest multinational
conglomerate in known space.

We lead, we innovate using
our patented M-Corp port technology.

Your ship will now be stocked
with a variety of M-Corp products

to elevate your lifestyle in space.

M-Corp. We love looking after you.

Computers!

TVs.

Microwaves.

Kryten, give me a hand to take some
of this stuff up to the Science Room.

Hey, look.

They even do lager!

Wow! Look at this.

6.5% ABV. Aromatic barrel-aged

- with hints of honey and citrus.
- Hmm.

I'll put these bad boys in the fridge.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, it's empty.
Where's the Leopard Lager?

They're in there. Can't you see 'em?

Erm, no!

No?

Are you blind?

What's this?

- What's what?
- This.

Is this a wind up?
You're not holding anything.

Well, if I'm not holding a can of beer,

no beer will come out when I shake it
and pull the ring pull, right?

- Right.
- (BOTH MIMICKING GROANS)

- Okay
- (CAN OPENS)

(CHUCKLES)

Huh? Huh?

What the smeg is going on?

(SLURPING)

Tasty.

I can see M-Corp beer

but I can't see any other kinds of beer.

For instance, I can see this.
But I can't see this.

With your permission, sir,
I'd like to conduct some tests.

- Can you see this?
- Yes.

And can you see this?

- No.
- Extraordinary.

- Can you see this?
- Yes.

- And finally, can you see this?
- (VIBRATING)

No.

I'm just praying
that's an electric toothbrush.

- It's much as I feared, sir.
- What?

Something really weird is going on.

Well, obviously, Kryten, but what?

It appears the M-Corp upgrade

has installed some sort of
perception filter software

and you're the only one affected.

We can fix this, right?

- I do have one small fear, sir.
- What?

- Well, several small fears.
- What?

In fact, more than several fears
and they're not that small.

What?

For now,
let's restrict it to the largest.

Which is what!

Due to the M-Corp perception software,

all non-M-Corp products
will become invisible to you.

Right.

So what's the most important thing
on board that's not M-Corp?

Well, can I be frank?

Of course, just get on with it.

The most important thing on board
that's not M-Corp is me, sir.

Diva Droid International
aren't owned by M-Corp.

M-Corp make droids, too?

Droids, space craft, light bees
for holograms, you name it.

- That doesn't include me does it?
- Well, I'm afraid it does, sir.

But you just said
the most important thing on board

that was affected by this was you.

You said I could be frank, sir.

How on earth can you be
more important than me?

(INAUDIBLE)

I can't hear him. I can't hear Rimmer.

And you're complaining?

(SILENT) What about me?

Wait, Cat, say something else.

- CAT (SILENT) You can't hear me? He can't hear me!
- RIMMER (SILENT) He can't hear you either?

It appears the perception
filter software is kicking in, sir.

And now I'm the only... (INAUDIBLE) person you can hear...

I can't hear you either now, Kryten.
What do I do? How do I fix this?

Rimmer's become invisible.

(INAUDIBLE)

So has Cat.

I can't hear you, Krytes.

Skip the sirs,
get straight to the point.

- (INAUDIBLE)
- You think?

At some point in the future...

you'll become invisible, too.

You think I don't know that.

M-Corp. We love looking after you.

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEER CAN CRUSHES)

- (GUITAR STRUMS)
- Oh, me guitar.

(POWER CHORD)

(TRIMMER WHIRRING)

(TOOTHBRUSH WHIRRING)

(KNOCKING)

(METAL SLICING)

(CLICKS)

Cat, you stealing my food?
Get the hell out of here.

No, I didn't mean that.

You can have the food. Just come back.

Cat? Cat?

RIMMER: Anything on M-Corp?

They bought Earth
in the late 26th century.

Bought Earth? Bought what exactly?

They bought the entire planet, sir.

And everything on it.
Including fixtures and fittings.

Oceans, countries, animals, houses,
curtains, you name it.

They even bought
all the stuff no one likes.

Maggots, quicksand,
even the American chocolate.

Where'd they get the dough from?

M-Corp owned all the electricity
and oil and gas and wind.

Even the rain water.

But the rain water belongs to Earth.

To everyone and everything on it.

My God, I've turned into a hippy.

And the Earth dudes
just stood around and let this happen?

Well, by then, M-Corp had
introduced a law to tax thinking.

A Think Tax?

You'd have got a rebate every year.

They monitored the electrical charges
the brain consumed, firing neurons

and charged accordingly.

As the brain requires electrical charges
to do practically anything,

blink, drink, think,

no one could afford
the thinking time to fight back.

We've got to get rid of
the M-Corp update

before it takes over Red Dwarf
like it took over Earth.

But how? It's already starting
to get rid of us by making us invisible.

If we can access the ship's mainframe,

we may be able to reboot Red Dwarf
back to its factory settings.

- It sounds dangerous, I don't like it.
- What happens to me?

You'll cease to exist, sir.

(CAT HUMS)

It's starting to grow on me.

I have a solution, though.

We take one of your backup drives,
before the new software was loaded,

then reload you back onto
the system when we reboot.

So, I'll have lost
a month's memory, but no more.

Precisely.

He builds you up, then knocks you down.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

ANITER: Looking for more from life?

Then why not visit us at M-Corp

for a no strings attached,
trial weekend,

served by your own artificial assistant.

Artificial assistant?

Maybe they can help me
get the guys back.

Step into the teleporter,

and let us introduce you to our world.

(WHIRRING)

What's going on?

I look like a yoga instructor.

Welcome to M-Corp.

A pay-per-life,
virtual integrated environment.

Most people who come, stay forever.

I just want to switch this perception
filter off so I can see the guys again.

There are five life packages.

Platinum, Gold, Silver,
Basic and Basic Lite.

With the credits available to you, Dave,
you are eligible to purchase Basic Lite.

The worst one?

I'm on that life package already.

Basic Lite allows you
to talk to five people,

up to a cap of 200 words per day.

And what?
Then you've got to stop talking?

The average man speaks
7,000 words per day.

The average woman speaks 20,000.

So you may need to purchase more,

or alternatively,

you can wait until the following day

where you'll be eligible
to begin speaking again.

You know that's mad?

And anyway, there's no one here.
Who do I talk to?

You can purchase friends, Dave,
ideally matched to your interests.

Meet Steve.

Hi, Dave, I'm Steve.

We're going to be really good mates.

Would you like to purchase Steve, Dave?

He's just three hundred dollar-pounds?

You know you want to.

No.

I don't want to buy Steve
or any other hobbit for that matter.

But I'm a bargain.

I play drums. I drink real ale.

I love Zero-G,

and, and I'm really crap at computer games,

so you will always beat me.

It's a match made in heaven.

No.

Bummer.

Look, I'm not interested.
Just get your software off my ship,

'cause I want to go home.

At present you don't have enough credits
to cancel your trial weekend, Dave,

but you could earn credits
and then buy early release.

I found the master reboot box

in Captain Hollister's
super secure, lead strong box.

It's ready to take your stand-in
senior officer password.

And my replacement file's on standby?

Right here, sir.

Here we go.

It's gone clean out of my head.

I can't remember any passwords.

I don't even know the code
to my Space Cadet lunch box.

Lets not panic, sir.

Perhaps you can answer
the secret security question.

The one you chose
when you set up the system.

Here's the question you set:

"Who did you share
your first kiss with?"

I'll type this: "Uncle Frank".

Kryten, that was personal.

It was a special moment,

I had no wish to share it with
the rest of world, if you don't mind.

You already told us this story.

The dude snuck into your bedroom
because he thought you were your mama.

I was asleep, okay.
Now if you don't mind, can I get on?

Is that what he said?

Sir, when you set
the security question up,

why didn't you simply put
in the name of your first love?

The questions are
supposed to be obscure,

so it's hard for anyone
to break in and get inside.

Unlike your kissing lips.

Ah. We did it.

Red Dwarf is about to reboot.

(POWERING DOWN)

(POWERING UP)

What happened? Where are we?

Sir, you've rebooted
from your safety file.

You've missed the last month.

I did? What happened?

I beat you at poker this morning
and you agreed to be my slave for a day.

The rest, he'll fill you in.

Come on, Mr Lister should be
able to see us now.

There's no way I'm buying anything
off you guys. Ever.

(YELPS)

Would you like to buy
some pain pills, Dave?

No. (YELPS)

We can dock it directly
from your account.

All right, fine. Quick.

(COIN CLINKS)

Water. I need a glass of water.

That will be 40 dollar-pounds, Dave.

For water?

For the glass.

The water is a further
400 dollar-pounds.

- I'll pay now.
- (COIN CLINKS)

You caused that pain somehow,
didn't you?

Well, that's it.
I'm not buying anything else.

Whoa. Fire.

Where's the fire extinguisher?

If you're in need of
a fire extinguisher, you're in luck,

because for a limited time only,

we're having a sale
on fire extinguishers.

They're currently
just 600 dollar-pounds.

No, I'm not buying one!
I'm taking a stand...

- (FIRE INTENSIFIES)
- Okay, I am buying one!

I'm not taking a stand.

For an additional payment
would you like to purchase

insurance for
your fire extinguisher, Dave?

Yeah. Fine. Whatever! Just give me
the smegging extinguisher!

(HISSING)

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

You know what? There is actually.

You can go and take a flying--

- (BEEPING)
- I'm afraid you've depleted

your word account for today, Dave.

(INAUDIBLE) I'll buy more words.

You'd like to buy more words?

How many words
would you like to buy, Dave?

(INAUDIBLE) Seven thousand.

You've run out of credits, Dave.

So now, we remove time
from your lifeline.

(INAUDIBLE) My what?

You charge in time?

Why do you charge in time?

Everything costs time, Dave.

It's the most valuable commodity
in the universe.

I've got older again. Why?

That's the charge for my guidance, Dave.

As you've no longer got any credits,

I now charge you, in life.

Mr Lister, sir!

He's not here. Where the hell's he gone?

It looks like he used this teleporter.

We've got to track him down.

How? He could be anywhere.

Well, if I can repair Chippy's computer,

we might be able to re-establish contact

with the implant
that's inside Mr Lister's body.

- And track that down?
- Precisely.

All repaired.

I'm getting a signal
but his lifeline is very weak.

We don't have much time.

Printing tele-coordinates now.

(BEEPING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Who are these people?

Excuse me, do you know a Dave Lister?

Dave? Sure, he's my friend.

ALL: We're all his friends.

So Lister bought all this stuff?

How? Where's he got the dough?

(EXCLAIMS) It's Mr Lister!

They've charged him in time.
We've got to get him out of here.

He still can't see or hear us.

Let's get him to the teleporter.

Hey, what's going on? Why am I moving?

Welcome to M-Corp. A pay-per-life
virtual integrated environment.

We don't want to buy anything from you.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

There's nothing I can sell you?
How about a sound system?

- ALL: No!
- I'd love one.

How about a lightweight,
hydro mop steam cleaner?

ALL: No.

Okay. I'll have one of them, too.

Everyone wants to buy something.

We're never gonna get out of here.

Wait, I have it.

Excuse me, miss.

We'd like to buy a malicious virus
that will shut you down

and allow us to escape.

Certainly. Thank you
for shopping with M-Corp.

We hope to see you again soon.

(POWERING DOWN)

(DOOR OPENING)

Does that mean
I don't get me hydro steamer?

Mr Lister?

He still can't see or hear us.

Let's get him back to Red Dwarf.

What's going on guys? Is this you?

This doesn't make sense.

We're no longer running
the M-Corp software.

We've rebooted the ship.
Why can't he see or hear us?

I still can't see or hear you.

So if this thing ain't in the ship,
where is it?

Unless of course it's not the ship
that contains the M-Corp software,

it's in Mr Lister.

The perception software didn't hack
Red Dwarf. It hacked Lister's brain.

So lemme get this straight.

Are you saying Dreadlock Dave's
got some kind of virus in his head.

If so, how come I didn't catch it?

Perhaps it needs
more than two bytes of RAM.

So what we gonna do?

To get rid of the virus,
we have to treat Mr Lister's brain

in the same way we'd treat
a corrupted computer.

We have to delete everything
and reinstall new files.

Perhaps if I patch through to Chippy,

we can communicate with him
on a different frequency.

Mr Lister, can you hear me?

Kryten?

Sir, we need to reinstall
your personality.

It's the only way
to rid your brain of this virus.

Where are we gonna get
my personality from?

The JMC always backs up its crew's files

to enable it to resurrect
any single crew member

back as a hologram.

According to the logs, sir, your last
file save was when you were 23.

Are you saying, I'm going to lose
everything I've learned

and go back to being 23?

That whole wealth of wisdom
and knowledge and experience

will go down the flusher?

Don't worry bud, give us a few minutes,
we'll fill you in.

Perhaps I can rebuild your full profile

based on CCTV recordings.

But it'll take at least a month
to get you fully restored.

LISTER: # To Ganymede and Titan
Yes, sir, I've been around #

RIMMER: Lister, stop singing.

Yes, sir, Rimmer, sir.

(STARTS HUMMING)

- Lister, shut up!
- I'm only humming.

Well, don't hum.

Oh, God, he's back.

Hey, Bagsy, top bunk!

# 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 #