All language subtitles for Red dwarf S02E01 - Kryten

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Three million years from Earth,
the mining ship Red Dwarf.

Its crew, Dave Lister,
the last human being alive,

Arnold Rimmer,
a hologram of his dead bunkmate,

and a creature
who evolved from the ship's cat.

Message ends.

Additional.

As the days go by,
we face the increasing inevitability

that we are alone in a godless,

uninhabited, hostile
and meaningless universe.

Still, you've got to laugh, haven 't you?

WOMAN ON TV: Sit down, Brook.

There '5 something I must tell you.

BROOK ON TV: What is it, Kalli?

I wasn't with Simone
that evening, Brook.

I spent the night with Gary.

Your ex-husband Gary? My business rival?

What are you telling me, Kalli?

I 'm saying, Brook junior...

- What about Brook junior?
- He isn't your android.

# Androids

# Everybody needs good androids

# Androids have feelings, too #

(SPEAKING ESPERANTO)

Wait a minute! I know this one.
Don't tell me! Don't tell me!

I hope when you come
the weather will be clement.

I hope when you come
the weather will be clement.

Lister, don't tell me!
I could have got that!

(SPEAKING ESPERANTO)

Ah! I remember this from last time.

Please could you direct me
to a five-star hotel.

Wrong, actually.
Totally, utterly and completely wrong.

Please could you direct me
to a five-star hotel.

Lister, will you please shut up?

- I'm only helping you.
- I don't need any help.

(SPEAKING ESPERANTO)

I would like to purchase
that orange inflatable beach ball

and that small bucket and spade.

The meal was splendid.

My heartiest congratulations
to the chef.

What? Pause.

Rimmer, you've been doing Esperanto
for eight years.

How come you're so utterly useless?

Oh, speaks!

And how many books
have you read in your entire life?

The same number
as Champion the Wonder Horse, zero!

- I've read books.
- Lister, we're not talking about books

where the main character
is a dog called Ben.

- I went to art college!
- You?

- Yeah.
- How did you get Into art college?

The normal way you get into art college.

The same old usual, boring,
normal way you get in.

I failed me exams and applied.

- They snapped me up.
- But you didn't get a degree, did you?

No. I dropped out. I wasn't there long.

- How long?
- Ninety-seven minutes.

I thought it was going to be
a good skive and all that,

but I took one look at the timetable
and just checked out, man.

I mean it was ridiculous.

They had lectures, like,
first thing in the afternoon!

We're talking half-past 12:00 every day!

Who's together by then?
You can still taste the toothpaste.

Well, unlike you, Lister,
I have ambitions.

I'm not prepared to sit around all day
polishing my spacebike

so I can go joyriding through
some asteroid belt

because I'm not a gimp!

And one of my ambitions is
to learn another language,

so kindly let me get on with it. Play.

(SPEAKING ESPERANTO)

Ah, now this is one I do know.

The menu looks interesting.
I think I '11 try the chicken.

Holly, as the Esperantinos would say...

(SPEAKING ESPERANTO)

And I think we all know what that means.

Yeah. It means,
”Could you send for the hall porter?

”There appears to be
a frog in my bidet. ”

Is it? Well, what's that one about

your father was a baboon's rump

and your mother spent most of her life
up against walls with sailors?

- I'm not telling you.
- It's because you're bored, isn't it?

- That's why you're both annoying me.
- I'm not bored.

I've had a really busy morning.

I've devised a system
to totally revolutionise music.

- Get out of town!
- Yeah. I've decimal/sad it.

Instead of the octave,
it's the decadive.

And I've invented two new notes
H and J.

Hang on a minute.
You can't just invent new notes.

Well, I have. Now it goes...

# Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Wo, Bo, Ti, Do

# Do, Ti, Bo, Wo, La, So,
Fa, Mi, Re, Do #

What are you drivelling about?

Hal Rock. It'll be a Whole new sound.

All the instruments will be extra big
to incorporate my two new notes.

Triangles will have four sides.

Piano keyboards
the length of zebra crossings.

Of course, women will have to be banned
from playing the cello.

Holly, shut up!

Oh, I forgot.
I haven 't told you the news.

- What news?
- A signal. We 're getting a signal.

It's probably nothing,
but I just thought I 'a' mention it.

- Aliens.
- Oh, God. Aliens?

Your explanation for anything
slightly peculiar is aliens, isn't it?

You lose your keys, it's aliens.

A picture falls off the wall,
it's aliens.

That time we used up
a whole bog roll in a day.

You thought that was aliens as well.

Well, we didn't use it all, Lister.
Who did?

Rimmer, aliens used our bog roll?

Just cos they're aliens,
doesn't mean to say

they don't have to visit
the little boys' room,

only they probably do something weird
and alienesque,

like it comes out of
the top of their heads or something.

Well, I wouldn't like to be
stuck behind one in a cinema!

Here, mousey, mousey!

I got some cheese!
I only wanna be your friend!

- Yo, Cat!
- Huh?

- We're getting a signal. Come on.
- Aliens!

It's a distress call from
a ship called the Nova V.

They've crash-landed.

- I'm trying to establish contact.
- Another ship? Brilliant!

- So it's not aliens, then?
- No. They're from Earth.

I hope they've got
some spare odds and sods on board.

We 're a bit short on a few supplies.

- Like what?
- Cow's milk.

Ran out of that yanks ago.
Fresh and dehydrated.

What kind of milk are we using now?

Emergency backup supply.
We 're on the dogs' milk.

- Dogs' milk!
- Nothing wrong with dogs' milk.

Full of goodness, full of Vitamins,
full of marrowbone jelly.

Lasts longer than any other
type of milk, dogs' milk.

- Why?
- No bugger'll drink it.

Plus, of course, the advantage
of dogs' milk is that when it goes ofif

it tastes exactly the same
as when it's fresh.

Why didn't you tell me, Holly?

What? And spoil your tea?

- Hang about. We've got contact.
- Punch it up.

Thank goodness! My name's Kryten.

I'm the service mechanoid
aboard the Nova V.

We've had a terrible accident.
The male officers died on impact.

The female officers are injured,
but stable. Please help us.

Is that female as in soft and squidgy?

- How many?
- Three.

Miss Jane, Miss Tracey and Miss Anne.

Am transmitting medical details.

Tell them we're coming aboard!

By God! We'll rescue these fair blooms

or my name's not
Captain AJ Rimmer, Space Adventurer!

- Thank you, Captain.
- Space Adventurer?

What am I supposed to say?

"Fear not, I'm the bloke
who used to clean the gunk

"out of the chicken soup machine!

"Actually we know sod all
about space travel,

"but if you've got
a blocked nozzle, we're your lads!"

- Fill them with confidence, won't it?
- How far are we away, Hol?

- About 24 hours.
- What? Only 24 hours?

I'd better start getting ready!

# 24 hours... #

Ow! First in the shower room! (LAUGHS)

I'm so excited.
All six of my nipples are tingling!

What's wrong with him?
We're on a mission of mercy!

We're taking them urgently needed
medical supplies. We're not on the pull.

Yo!

No, we're not on the pull,
are we, Lister?

Look at you. Absolutely pathetic!

You're really trying, aren't you?

You're wearing all
your least smeggy things.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That T-shirt, Lister,
with only two curry stains on the front,

you only wear that on special occasions.

You're toffed up to the nines, laddy!

What about you?
You look like Clive of India

or the one whose mum does use
new biological Biz!

Oh, it's started! I knew it would!

- What has?
- The put-downs.

It's always the same when we meet girls.

Put me down and make yourself look good.

Like when?

Remember those two little brunettes
from Supplies?

And I told them I worked in Stores

and they were really interested

- and asked me exactly what I did there.
- And I said you were a shelf!

Exactly. And then I suggested
a little trip to Titan 200

and you said, "Ooh. He's taking you home
to meet his mum already!"

- So? They laughed.
- Yes, at me. At my expense.

Just don't put me down
when we meet them.

Okay. What do you want me to say?
How do you want me to act?

I don't know. Just act with respect.

For a start, don't call me Rimmer.

Why not?

Cos you always put the emphasis
on "Rim" in Rimmer.

Makes me sound like
a lavatory disinfectant.

Well, what do you
want me to call you? Rimére?

I don't know. Um, "Arnie," "Arn."

Something with a bit more...
I don't know. How about Big Man?

Big Man?

Or what about the nickname
I had at school?

What, Bonehead?

How did you know
my nickname was Bonehead?

I was only guessing.

I didn't mean that.
I meant the other one.

- What other one?
- Ace.

Get outta town! Your nickname
was never Ace. Maybe Acehole.

It was my nickname at school, actually.

It's just no one ever called me it

despite how many times
I let them beat me up.

What are you trying
to say to me, Rimmer?

I'm trying to say build me up,
don't put me down.

- Like?
- Like, If the opportunity occurs

and it crops up naturally
in conversation,

you could perhaps mention
that I'm very brave.

- Do what?
- Don't go ape.

Just sort of mention,
perhaps, that I died

and that I was pretty
incredibly brave about it.

I mean, perhaps you could
just mention, hint,

that I've had tons of girlfriends?

All right, forget it!
It was just an idea.

You're not wearing those boots, are you?

What's wrong with them?

Oh, they just don't go,
not with that lot.

You should wear
your Day-Glo orange moon boots.

- You said they were disgusting.
- No. Very chic.

You said they smelt like
an orang-utan's posing pouch.

They set off one of those
dangerous chemical alarms.

You made me put them in the airlock.

No. That was a mistake.

They really look terrific on you.
I'd wear them.

- Honest?
- Definitely.

Come along, everybody!

They're here. They're in orbit!

(GASPS)

Miss Jane!

You haven't brushed your hair.
What a mess you look.

Smart, but casual.

Miss Anne, why,
you haven't touched your soup.

No wonder you're beginning
to look so pasty.

Oh, no!

Do eat nicely, Miss Anne!

What on Earth will the visitors think

if they see you eating like that? Hmm?

Miss Tracey...

No. You look absolutely perfect.

- What's that smell?
- I can't smell anything.

Are you okay? Your eyes are watering.

It's the excitement. Look, we can't wait
for the Cat. Let's just go.

Come on. He's been preparing
for a day and a night.

Don't you want to see the result?

Ow! Wait for me!

Hi, monkeys! It's me,
the plastic surgeon's nightmare!

- A spacesuit with cufflinks?
- Where'd you get the helmet?

I made it myself.
I didn't want to mess up my hair.

Hey, listen, we just got to make sure
we don't pass any mirrors,

cos if we do, I'm there for the day!

(SNIFFS)

Phew! What's that smell?

All right? Everybody ready?
Let's go, then.

- What are you doing, Hol?
- What? What's wrong?

The rug, man.
Why are you wearing a toupee?

What toupee?

- The one on your head.
- Whose head's that, then?

Your head.
It makes you look like a game show host.

What's wrong with everyone?

Three million years without a woman

and you act as if
you're all 14 years old!

- Oh, yeah? What about you and the socks?
- What socks?

- Come on! We can't hang about.
- He's wearing two pairs of socks.

- What for?
- One pair to put on his feet,

and the other pair to roll up
and put down his trousers.

Come in. Come in.
How lovely to meet you.

Giannini
And what a delightful craft you have.

- Reminds me of my first command.
- This way, please.

(WHISPERS) Ace!

- Hey, you're a work of art, baby!
- LISTER: Psst!

You're gonna have to help me, man!

Thank you!

I'm so excited! We all are.

The girls could hardly stop themselves
from jumping up and down!

Ah! Charm/ta, charm/ta!

Ah! Vi paroles Esperanto,
Kapitano Rimmer?

- Come again?
- You speak Esperanto, Captain Rimmer?

Oh! Si, si, si! Amor! Oui!

Well, here they are.

Charm/ta!

Well, it's a bit difficult
to know what to say, isn't it, Ace?

Well, isn't anybody going to say hello?

I think the blonde one's
giving you the eye.

Well, I'll leave you to get acquainted.
I'll just go and fix some tea.

- Hi, baby!
- I don't believe this.

Be strong, Big Man.

Our first contact with intelligent life
in three million and two years

and it's the android version
of Norman Bates.

Come on, guys!
So they're a little on the skinny side!

Listen, girls, I don't know whether
this is the time or place to say this,

but my mate Ace here
is incredibly, incredibly brave.

Smeg off, dog food face.

And he's got just
tons and tons of girlfriends!

I'm warning you, Lister.

Is anything the matter?

Anything the matter? They're dead!

- Who's dead?
- They are dead! They're all dead!

My God! I was only away two minutes!

They've been dead for centuries!

- No.
- Yes!

Are you a doctor?

You've only got to look at them!

They've got less meat on them
than a Chicken McNugget!

What am I going to do?
(STAMMERS) I'm programmed to serve them.

I think the first thing
we should do is bury them.

You're that sure they're dead?

- Yes!
- What about this one?

Uh, there's a simple test.

All right, girls, hands up
those of you who are alive.

What am I going to do?

KRYTEN: I can't leave them!
Mr David, please, please, take me back!

Oh, Kryten,
you've got to start a new life now.

I haven't got the software
to cope with this.

I was created to serve.
I serve, therefore I am.

That is my purpose,
to serve and have no regard for myself.

- You're beginning to sound like my mum.
- It's all I know.

You've got to change, haven't you?

You've got to work out what you want.

Stop being everyone's smegging doormat.

That's easy for you to say, Mr David.
You're a human.

Only just.

Ah, Kryten! Nothing to do, eh?
Follow me.

What the smegging hell is going on?

- Good afternoon, Mr David, sir.
- What are these?

Your boxer shorts, Mr David, sir.

No way are these my boxer shorts.
These bend!

What have you done to the place?

I've done a spot of tidying up.

But where is everything?

Where's me coffee cup
with the mould in it?

- I threw it away, sir.
- But I was breeding that mould!

His name was Albert!
I was trying to get him two foot high!

- Why, sir?
- Because it drives Rimmer nuts.

Driving Rimmer nuts
is what keeps me going.

- I'm sorry, Mr David, sir.
- Look at you. What are you doing?

Why are you doing all this?

Serving makes me happy, sir.

But what about you?

Don't you ever want
to do anything just for yourself?

Myself? (CHUCKLES)

That's a bit of a barmy notion,
if you don't mind my saying so, sir!

Come on. There must be something
you look forward to.

Androids.

# Androids

# Everybody needs good androids #

That stupid soap opera. Why?

Because for half an hour a week,
I can forget I'm me.

Androids. What else?

- Being asleep.
- Androids and being asleep?

Sounds like a crazy, fun-packed life

you lead there, Kryten, me old son!

I have strange thoughts when I'm asleep.

Yeah. They're called dreams.

My favourite one is that I'm...
I'm in a garden.

I've never even seen a garden,
except in books.

And I've planted everything,
made it grow.

It's my garden
and there's no one there but me,

just me and all the things I made live.

(CHUCKLES)

Silly.

No, it isn't. Find a planet
with an atmosphere and do it.

I can't. I'm programmed to serve.

But there's no one to serve now, Kryten.
That's the point.

What about Mr Arnold?
I've got to complete Mr Arnold's tasks.

You what? Rimmer gave you all this?

Well, Mr Arnold is my master now.

Mr Arnold isn't his name.
His name's Rimmer, or Smeghead,

or Dinosaur Breath, or Molecule Mind.

And on a very rare occasion when
you wanna be really mega-polite to him,

Kryten, we're talking mega-polite,

in those exceptional circumstances,

you can call him arsehole.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I think it'll be best on that wall,
sort of dominating the room.

- Yes, Mr Arnold, sir.
- "Yes, Mr Arnold, sir!"

You're a total Gwenlyn,
do you know that, Kryten?

Yes, Mr David, sir.

- "Yes, Mr David, sir!"
- Leave it alone, Lister.

It enjoys doing
the tasks I give it. It makes it happy.

- Drop dead, Rimmer.
- Already have done.

Encore.

You'd never get a cat to be a servant.

You ever see a cat return a stick?

"Hey, man, you threw the stick,

"you go get it yourself. I'm busy!

"If you wanted the stick so bad,

"Why'd you throw it away
in the first place?"

Kryten, you never got a thing
from those movies I showed you, did you?

- What movies?
- Mr David was kind enough to take me

to see The Wild Ones,
Easy Riderand Rebel Without a Cause.

I thought it might
do him some good. Fat chance.

In the middle of Marlon Brando's
rebel speech,

he gets out a brush-a-matic
and starts doing me lapels!

Well, now maybe you'll learn, Lister,
there's a natural order

to things in life.
Some give orders, others obey.

That's the way it's always been,
that's the way it's always going to be.

Isn't that true, Kryten?

- Oh, yes, Mr Arnold, sir.
- "Yes, Mr Arnold." What's the point?

- Well, I've finished, Mr Arnold, sir.
- Excellent, Kryten!

KRYTEN: I think it's rather good,
Mr Arnold, don't you, sir?

What are you doing?

I, um... I think I'm, um...

I'm rebelling.

- Rebelling?
- (STAMMERING) I, uh, sort of...

I think that's what I'm doing.

You are rebelling?

Yes.

What are you rebelling against?

(IMITATING MARLON BRANDO)
What do you got?

Dinosaur Breath!

Molecule Mind!

Smeg-For-Brains!

- I need your bike!
- You got it!

Swivel on it, punk!

(END THEME SONG PLAYING)

# 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

#ln 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 #