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Red Dwarf--Season 5, Episode 2
"The Inquisitor"
<complete transcript>
(Opening theme & montage)
Scene 1: Some Moon Somewhere
(Model shot of a city inside a dome on some moon somewhere.)
(Cut to: A middle-aged man sleeping in a darkened bedroom. A
tall, black-caped figure with a black and white mask similar to
a skull appears in the doorway, backlit and with smoke curling
around his ankles. He booms the next line out with, curiously, a
slight Scottish accent.)
INQUISITOR: Thomas Allman!
(Allman, a stout man with grey hair, scrabbles about on the
nightstand looking for his glasses.)
INQUISITOR: Thomas Allman, you have been found unworthy of
having existed.
ALLMAN: Is that you, mother?
INQUISITOR: Your life and all memory of you will be wiped from
history. The void you occupied in the space-time continuum will
be allocated to a person who was never given the gift of life.
May they spend their time more wisely.
(The Inquisitor shoots an orange-red beam of light at Allman
from a glove-like device he wears, which forms an aura around
Allman.)
ALLMAN: But, please! Why me? There must be others who've lived
worthless lives!
INQUISITOR: All will be judged.
(In Allman's picture of himself on his nightstand, his image is
replaced with that of a thinner, taller dark-haired man with a
moustache. The dark-haired man then appears in the room in a
flash of yellow-green light.)
INQUISITOR: It is complete. All that remains is to delete your
physical form.
(The Inquisitor shoots another red-orange beam at Allman, who
sort of dissolves. He then turns to speak to the new Allman.)
INQUISITOR: Sorry to disturb you, sir. Reality Control.
(The Inquisitor salutes, turns, and vanishes.)
Scene 2: Starbug
(An exterior model shot of Starbug in space somewhere cuts to
an interior view with Lister, Rimmer, and Kryten present. Kryten
hands Lister a cup.)
KRYTEN: Coffee, sir. Double caffeinated, quadruple sugar.
LISTER: Nice one.
(Kryten looks over Lister's shoulder at what he is reading.)
KRYTEN: Ah, Virgil's Aeneid. Oh, the epic tale of Agamemnon's
pursuit of Helen of Troy--the most classic work by the greatest
Latin poet who ever put quill to parchment!
LISTER: Yeh, it's the comic book version. It's good though,
man. Absolutely full of history.
(Rimmer gives them a disgusted look.)
KRYTEN: (reading from comic book) Zap, pow, kersplat, die in
bed you Trojan pig-dog, gnyarrg, kerpow. I see they've remained
faithful to the original text, I'm sure Virgil would have
approved.
RIMMER: Kryten, don't discourage him. It's the only thing he's
ever read that doesn't have lift-up flaps.
LISTER: I dunno though, this wooden horse of Troy malarkey, I'm
not buyin' that.
RIMMER: It's one of the most famous military manoeuvers in
history!
LISTER: I mean, the Greeks have been camped outside Troy,
kerpowing, zapping, and kersplatting the Trojans for the best
part of a decade, yeh?
RIMMER: So?
LISTER: So all of a sudden they wake up one mornin' and the
Greeks have gone. And there outside the city walls they've left
this gift, this tribute to their valiant foes, a huge wooden
horse--just large enough to happily contain 500 Greeks in full
battle dress and still leave adequate room for toilet
facilities? Are you telling me not one Trojan goes "Hang on a
minute, that's a bit of a funny prezzy. What's wrong with a
couple hundred pairs of socks and some aftershave?" No, they
don't--they just wheel it in and all decide to go for an early
night! People that stupid deserve to be kerpowed, zapped and
kersplatted in their beds! You know what the big joke is? From
this particular phase in history we derive the phrase "Beware of
Greeks bearing gifts," when it would be much more logical to
derive the phrase "Beware of Trojans, they're complete
smegheads!"
RIMMER: Well, thank you, A.J.P. Taylor.
(Starbug lurches to one side. Cat comes running in from the
back. Lister starts fiddling with things on the console.)
CAT: What was that?!
HOLLY: Strange, we've changed course.
KRYTEN: Are you sure, Holly? There's no course change
programmed.
(The ship is rocked again. Red lights start flashing and
klaxons start sounding.)
HOLLY: And again! Mark one eight zero--a complete turn! We're
heading back to Red Dwarf.
LISTER: Gimme manual, Hol.
(As Lister takes hold of the steering wheel, an arc of
electricity jumps across it and shocks him.)
HOLLY: We're locked out!
KRYTEN: This is not a malfunction, something is controlling the
craft!
RIMMER: Holly, any traffic around?
HOLLY: Nothing on the local scan.
KRYTEN: This isn't possible, there must be...
( Kryten is cut off as Lister suddenly sits bolt upright, with
his arm sticking out. An arc of electricity crackles between his
head and Starbug's console. The Inquisitor's voice is heard, but
Lister's lips don't move. )
INQUISITOR: I am in possession of the human known as Lister. Do
not attempt to resist me.
CAT: What happened to him, his voice finally break?
KRYTEN: Who are you?
INQUISITOR: Tremble at my name, for I am the Inquisitor!
KRYTEN: The Inquisitor!
INQUISITOR: Your vessel is under my control. It will return you
to your mother ship where you will face judgment. You will each
present a case to justify your existence. If you fail, you will
be deleted!
(The Inquisitor relinquishes Lister's body. He slumps down in
the chair, panting.)
KRYTEN: Are you okay, sir?
LISTER: Yeah, god, I think so. (He stands up) A little bit
shaky.
KRYTEN: I think we should run you through the Mediscan, though,
just as a precaution.
LISTER: Yeah, okay.
(Cut to model shot of Starbug returning to Red Dwarf, then back
to the interior. All are sitting in the back room, Lister
wrapped in a blanket.)
RIMMER: So Kryten, you've heard of this "Inquisitor"?
KRYTEN: (With unnecessary melodrama) Only as a myth, a dark
fable, a horror tale--told across the flickering embers of a
midnight fire, wherever hardened space dogs gather to drink
fermented vegetable products and compete in tales of
blood-chilling terror!!
RIMMER: A simple yes would have sufficed.
HOLLY: (quietly) So who is he?
LISTER: Yeh, what's his beef?
KRYTEN: Well, the legend tells of a 'droid, a self-repairing
simulant, who survives 'til the end of eternity, to the end of
time itself. After millions of years alone, he finally reaches
the conclusion that there is no god, no afterlife, and the only
purpose of existence is to lead a worthwhile life. And so the
'droid constructs a time machine, and roams eternity, visiting
every single soul in history, and assessing each one. He erases
all those who have wasted their lives and replaces them with
those who never had a chance of life--the unfertilized eggs, the
sperms that never made it. THAT is the Inquisitor--he prunes
away the wastrels, expunges the wretched, and deletes the
worthless!
RIMMER: We're in big trouble.
LISTER: Wait a minute--who's to say what's worthless?
CAT: Oh please! Take a look in the mirror! Read your entry in
"Who's Nobody"!
LISTER: No, I mean it! Who's to judge? Who's to say what's
worthwhile?
RIMMER: Well, let's face it, Listy, lying on your bunk, reading
"Wotbike"<?> and eating sugar puff sandwiches for eight hours
every day is unlikely to qualify.
LISTER: So just because I haven't writ any symphonies or
painted the Sistine Chapel, that makes me prunable?
HOLLY: No, being a totally worthless, unwashed space bum,
that's what makes you prunable.
KRYTEN: Precisely--the criterion is not fame, it is simply to
have lived a worthwhile life.
RIMMER: (who has been sitting with his head in his hands,
whimpering) Why did no one mention this before? If I had been
told this at the start, that the object was to lead a worthwhile
life, I could have done something about it! All those charity
telethons when I used to ring in and pledge donations--if I had
known this, I would have given them MY credit card number!
KRYTEN: Sir! Sir, you don't have to be a great philanthropist,
or a missionary worker, you simply have to seize the gift of
life!
RIMMER: Oh god.
KRYTEN: Make a contribution!
RIMMER: Oh god.
KRYTEN: No matter how small!
RIMMER: Oh god.
KRYTEN: You simply have to have lead a life that wasn't totally
egocentric, vain and self-serving!
RIMMER: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you!
KRYTEN: I'm just trying to make you feel better, sir!
RIMMER: Well shut up then!
LISTER: Hang on a minute, why should we have to take any notice
of some half-crazed rogue robot who's appointed himself judge
and jury to the whole of humanity? Why should we kowtow to his
judgment?
(The Inquisitor takes control of Lister's body again. He spine
stiffens and electric arcs crackle around him.)
INQUISITOR: Because I have the power to snap your body in two
like a dry reed!
(Lister's body is released.)
LISTER: Good answer, man, good answer!
Scene 3: Red Dwarf
(Starbug lands in the cargo bay. Cut to Lister, Rimmer, Kryten
and Cat walking down a dark and dingy corridor.)
LISTER: So where is he?
(The Inquisitor appears in a bright haze of light, blocking the
corridor.)
INQUISITOR: See me now! Tremble! The Inquisition begins! Prove
to me you are worthy of the honour of life, or drink deeply from
the well of nothingness for all eternity!
CAT: I hate these either-or questions.
INQUISITOR: Who is to be first?
CAT and RIMMER: (pointing) Lister.
(The Inquisitor freezes Lister, Cat and Kryten in a blob of
blue energy.
INQUISITOR: The hologram. You shall be first.
RIMMER: Pardon?
(The Inquisitor zaps Rimmer with a yellow-green ray, and he
disappears. Cut to an extreme close-up of the Inquisitor's face.
The camera pulls back to show him seated on a black throne
shaped like a griffin. Rimmer stands before him in a dark room
with a few lit candles in the background.)
INQUISITOR: You have been granted the greatest gift of all: the
gift of life. Tell me, what you have done to deserve this
superlative good fortune?
RIMMER: Well, I say this with the utmost respect, but what
gives you the right to ask.... no, actually.... demand that
answer of me, Your Magnificence? (He bows).
INQUISITOR: All must answer to the Inquisitor!
RIMMER: But how do I know I'll get a fair hearing?
INQUISITOR: Because, like all who stand before the Inquisitor,
your judge shall be...
(The Inquisitor lifts his face mask to reveal... Rimmer's face.)
INQUISITOR: ...yourself!
RIMMER: Oh smeg!
INQUISITOR: Oh smeg indeed, matey!
RIMMER: Everyone is judged by their own self?
INQUISITOR: It's a bit metaphysical, I know, but it's the only
fair way. Now then, justify yourself.
RIMMER: Well, first I...
INQUISITOR: (interrupting) Liar!
RIMMER: I've done good things.
INQUISITOR: No, you haven't!
RIMMER: In my heart, I've always tried to do good things.
INQUISITOR: No, you didn't.
RIMMER: Look, in my way, I've tried to lead a good life.
INQUISITOR: When?
RIMMER: Ah! (points off behind the throne) What's that in the
corner? It's the archangel Gabriel! Well, that's me converted,
I'm a new man! Hallelujah!
INQUISITOR: You are a slimy, despicable, rat-hearted, green
discharge of a man, aren't you?
RIMMER: Well... sort of, yes.
INQUISITOR: So then, JUSTIFY yourself!
RIMMER: What else could I have been? My father was a
half-crazed military failure, my mother was a bitch-queen from
hell. My brothers had all the looks and talent--what did I have?
Unmanageable hair and ingrowing toenails. Yes, I admit I'm
nothing. But from what I started with--nothing is up.
(Rimmer disappears and is replaced by Cat. The Inquisitor has
now taken on Cat's face and voice.)
CAT: Hi, buddy!
INQUISITOR: This is your judgment day, bud--I gotta be cruel!
There can't be no favours.
CAT: I'm hearing you on FM!
INQUISITOR: I have to ask you the question: justify your
existence. What contribution have you made?
CAT: I have given pleasure to the world because I have such a
beautiful ass!
INQUISITOR: Well, that's true.
CAT: Can I go now?
INQUISITOR: That's your case?!
CAT: You need more?
INQUISITOR: Some might say that's a pretty shallow argument.
CAT: Some might say I'm a pretty shallow guy--but a shallow guy
with a great ass!
INQUISITOR: Sometimes you astonish even me!
CAT: Thank you!
(Cat is replaced by Kryten. The Inquisitor now looks like
Kryten.)
INQUISITOR: Well Kryten--justify yourself.
KRYTEN: I'm not sure I can.
INQUISITOR: But surely your life is replete with good
works--there can be few individuals who have lived a more
selfless life.
KRYTEN: But I am programmed to live unselfishly. And therefore,
any good works I do come not out of fine motives but as a result
of a series of binary commands I am compelled to obey.
INQUISITOR: Well then, how can any mechanical justify himself?
KRYTEN: Perhaps only if he attempted to break his programming
and conduct his life according to a set of values he arrived at
independently.
INQUISITOR: Your argument invites deletion.
KRYTEN: The rules are yours, not mine.
INQUISITOR: Do you wish to be erased?
KRYTEN: Well, I am programmed not to wish for anything. I
serve.
INQUISITOR: In a human, this behaviour might be considered
stubborn.
KRYTEN: But I am not human, and neither are you. And it is not
our place to judge them. I wonder why you do?
(The Inquisitor closes his mask.)
INQUISITOR: (in the Inquisitor voice) Enough!
(The Inquisitor opens the mask again to reveal Lister's face.)
INQUISITOR: Well! Get out of this one, smeghead!
LISTER: What're you talkin' about?
INQUISITOR: You know what you coulda made of your life, if you
tried. What you coulda become.
LISTER: So?
INQUISITOR: You've got brains, man! Brains you've never used.
LISTER: So?
INQUISITOR: So, justify yourself!
LISTER: Spin on it!
(The Inquisitor closes his mask again and returns to his own
voice.)
INQUISITOR: The Inquisition is over. I have reached my verdict.
(Lister, Rimmer, Kryten and Cat are now back standing together
in the hall.)
INQUISITOR: Two of you have failed to become that which you
might so easily have been. You have lived without merit, and so
not lived at all!
(The Inquisitor zaps Rimmer and Cat with the green light, and
they disappears.)
LISTER: You scum! You've wiped them out!
KRYTEN: (holding Lister back) Sir.
LISTER: He's crazy, Kryten! He's erased the Cat and Rimmer!
INQUISITOR: They are quite safe.
KRYTEN: Sir... I'm afraid it is we who are to be erased.
LISTER: Ah.
( the Inquisitor does something on his gauntlet, and chains
appear on Lister's wrists. He and Kryten are also chained
together at the ankle.)
LISTER: The Cat has lead a more worthwhile life than either of
us?
INQUISITOR: He is a shallow and selfish creature, as is the
hologram. By their own low standards they have acquitted
themselves. Whereas you and the mechanoid could have been so
much more.
(The Inquisitor surrounds them with the red-orange energy
bubble.)
LISTER: What's this?
KRYTEN: Best guess--we are being surgically removed from time.
Every memory of us, every action we ever performed is being
dissolved. Our lives are being undone.
INQUISITOR: It is complete. The time-lines are knitted.
Causality is healed. All that remains is to remove your physical
forms from existence.
LISTER: Well, if you've got some amazing secret plan up your
sleeve, Kryten, now's the time to mention it.
KRYTEN: No plan, sir. No sleeves.
(Another Kryten appears behind the Inquisitor. He is wearing a
gauntlet like the Inquisitor's.)
FUTURE KRYTEN: Perfect! Ah, now, what did I do next?
( Future Kryten revs up a chainsaw and cuts off the
Inquisitor's hand with the gauntlet. While the Inquisitor
staggers around in pain Future Kryten kicks the gauntlet to
Lister and Present Kryten.)
FUTURE KRYTEN: Now, hurry! Take the gauntlet and go!
LISTER: What the smeg is goin' on?
FUTURE KRYTEN: I don't have time to explain! I've come from the
future to rescue you. Now you must go! Hurry!
PRESENT KRYTEN: What about me? I mean...you...I mean...us?
FUTURE KRYTEN: I'm afraid we get killed.
PRESENT KRYTEN: Killed? How?
FUTURE KRYTEN: While I'm standing here explaining this to you,
the Inquisitor jumps me from behind, like this.
(The Inquisitor jumps Future Kryten from behind and starts to
crush his head against the wall.)
FUTURE KRYTEN: I forgot to say--before you reach the final
confrontation in the storage bay you must have decoded the
gauntlet's controls.
LISTER: How? can you give us a clue?
FUTURE KRYTEN: Well, I cannot explain. For some bizarre reason
my final words are "Enig".
LISTER: "Enig"?!
FUTURE KRYTEN: Yeah, enig...
(There is a crunching noise as the Inquisitor finally crushes
Future Kryten's head. The remaining Kryten begins to pull Lister
away down the corridor.)
KRYTEN: Come on Sir, we have to go!
LISTER: He's just killed you, Kryten!
KRYTEN: Sir! We have to go!
(Cut to the Inquisitor regenerating the cut-off hand. Cut to
Lister and Kryten running down corridors, trying to escape as
red lights flash and klaxons sound. Lister and Kryten come upon
a locked door. Lister puts his palm over a glass rectangle near
the door. The square lights up, and a low sound is heard. Holly
appears on a screen in the wall.)
HOLLY: You are not registered as personnel of this vessel.
Please state your name and clearance code.
LISTER: It's US, Hol!!
HOLLY: Please state your name and clearance code.
LISTER: Lister, D. Triple zero, one six nine.
HOLLY: I have no record of your palm print.
(Sirens begin blaring.)
HOLLY: Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!
(Lister motions for Kryten to try. Kryten puts his hand on the
palm-print device.)
KRYTEN: Initiating Override!
(The sirens stop.)
HOLLY: Please state your name and clearance code.
KRYTEN: Logon name Kryten. Registration code Additional zero
zero one.
HOLLY: I have no record of your CPU ident.
(The sirens start up again.)
LISTER: We don't exist here anymore!
(White smoke shoots out of the wall near Lister. He doubles
over and put his hands on his face.)
KRYTEN: Tear gas!
(They run the other way down the corridor. Another jet of tear
gas comes out of the opposite end of the corridor. They retreat
to the middle. A door opens, and Rimmer and Cat come through.
Cat is wielding a bazookoid. )
LISTER: Oh, thank god it's you guys.
CAT: Move so much as nod, rod boy, and you're dogmeat.
LISTER: What? It's us!
RIMMER: Who are you people and what do you want?
LISTER: Rimmer! It's me!
RIMMER: How do you know my name?
CAT: Don't fall for that one--probably he read it on your
uniform!
KRYTEN: (to Lister) Sir, they've never met us before--we are
limbo people, between realities. They have no memory of us.
RIMMER: So. I'm going to ask you one more time--what do you
want?
LISTER: Yo, we're not the enemy! There's a guy 'round 'ere
somewhere, wanderin' 'round obliteratin' people from history! We
used to be your shipmates.
RIMMER: (sarcastically) Only we've forgotten you.
LISTER: Yeh!
RIMMER: (to Cat) Well, I don't know about you, but I'm
convinced.
LISTER: Rimmer, I KNOW you!
RIMMER: Well, if you do know me, you'll know I'm the kind of
rough-and-tumble, hardened Astro, ex-Marine type guy you do NOT
trifle with.
LISTER: No, you're not!
RIMMER: For the last time, I'll...
LISTER: (cutting Rimmer off) Fiona Barrington! Fifteen years of
age. You got off with her in your Dad's greenhouse. You thought
you got lucky but it turned out all the time that you had your
hand in warm compost. How could I know that, and not know you?
RIMMER: (out of the side of his mouth, to Cat) Not true!
LISTER: You got three brothers: John, Howard and Frank. You're
really mean with money. You're a tremendous physical coward. You
once spent an afternoon on the Samaritan switchboard--and four
people committed suicide! Your middle name's Judas, but you tell
everyone that it's Jonathan. You sign all your official letters
A.J. Rimmer, B.S.C.--and B.S.C. stands for Bronze Swimming
Certificate. You're a cheating, weaselly, lowlife scumbucket,
with all the charm and social grace of a pubic louse!
CAT: (To Rimmer) Gotta admit, bud--he's got a handle on ya
there.
(Rimmer nods in agreement.)
KRYTEN: Sirs, you've got to help us! the Inquisitor will stop
at nothing to obliterate us!
(A door opens and the second Kryten and Lister walk through.
The are very similar to the first Kryten and Lister, but
Kryten2's head is more rounded, and his voice is a little higher
pitched.
Lister2 is dressed similarly, but he is slightly smaller and has
a worse haircut (actually, it's a bad wig, and judging by his
accent, the actor is not an actual Scouser.))
LISTER2: Who the smeg are these guys, Rimmer?
LISTER1: Never mind, who the smeg are THESE guys? (to Lister2)
Who the smeg are you?
LISTER2: I the smeg am Lister!
KRYTEN1: Of course! He's the alternative you! One of the many
David Listers who never got a chance to exist.
LISTER1: So we're kind of... sperms-in-law?
KRYTEN1: Yes, sir.
KRYTEN2: Delicately put, sir.
CAT: So whatta we do with 'em?
RIMMER: I say waste them.
LISTER1 and LISTER2: (together) Rimmer, for smeg's sake!
LISTER2: He's such a dork, man!
LISTER1: You're tellin' me!
RIMMER: Look, they come here with some cock-and-bull story,
they're chained together like Sidney Poiter and Tony Curtis--I
say open the door to oblivion and kick 'em through.
LISTER2: Rimmer, no one's killin' no one, alright?
LISTER1: Yeah, right!
RIMMER: Look, they're from some freaky alternative dimension,
they've come here to hijack this ship and do...oooh, weird
things to us. I think we should take the lift, put them on the
security deck and stick them in the brig.
CAT: I hate to say it, but for once TransAm-wheel-arch-nostrils
is right. Come on, get moving!
RIMMER: What did you call me?
(Cut to everyone packed together in a very old lift--the kind
with fold-up iron grating instead of a door. The Listers are
having a conversation.)
LISTER1: Look man, you know the score.
LISTER2: Why do I know the score?
LISTER1: Because you're me. We're shot from the same gun barrel.
Only difference is--one did breaststroke, one did crawl.
LISTER2: What are you tryin' to say?
LISTER1: I'm saying...
(Lister1 is cut off when the Inquisitor appears on the floor
above them and begins shooting orange lasers at them through the
floor (which is metal grating.))
LISTER1: That's him, guys!
(General panic ensues as everyone tries to escape. Lister1 and
Kryten1 become separated from the group. Lister2 and Kryten2 are
blown up when the Inquisitor's lasers touch off an explosion.)
KRYTEN1: C'mon, let's go.
LISTER1: Let's go back! Let's go back!
(They return to where they heard the explosion. Lister crouches
over the bodies of Lister2 and Kryten2. They have been literally
blown to pieces.)
LISTER: Oh my god. Hang on a minute, I can use this. C'mon, go!
(Lister picks up something--we can't see what. They continue
running.)
LISTER: If we got down to the transport decks, maybe we could
nick one of the Starbugs, and get outta town..
(They come upon a door.)
KRYTEN: Uh-oh, a door. We'd better use an air vent.
LISTER: No need.
KRYTEN: Sir?
LISTER: Look, I'm gonna do something now, Kryten, that's
totally, totally gross. I don't want you to look. Turn around.
KRYTEN: What?
LISTER: Trust me, you don't wanna know!
(Kryten reluctantly turns around. Lister pulls the object he
picked up earlier out of his jacket--it's a hand. He presses the
severed hand to the palm-print device, and the door opens. He
puts the hand back in his jacket and turns around. Kryten has a
sick look of realization on his face.)
KRYTEN: Logically, sir, there is only one way you could have
possibly have opened that door. I feel quite nauseous. Where is
it?
LISTER: Where's what?
KRYTEN: Oh, sir!! You've got it in your jacket!
LISTER: I got us out of the hold, didn't I?
KRYTEN: Sir, you are sick! You are a sick, sick person! How can
you possibly even conceive of such an idea?
LISTER: Cheer up! Or I'll beat you to death with the wet end!
KRYTEN: Sir, if mechanoids could barf, I'd be onto my fifth bag
by now. You're a sick person! Sick! Sick!
LISTER: (overlapping) C'mon, Kryten, let's go! C'mon!
Scene 4: Starbug, again.
(Lister and Kryten are seated inside Starbug. Lister is
attempting to break the chains, while Kryten is examining the
gauntlet.)
LISTER: What's the point? Why am I tryin' to get outta this? We
already know we fail.
KRYTEN: Not so, sir! All we know is that I die. Now, if my
small gambit ultimately results in your safety, then it will be
a move well made. For myself, death holds no fear.
LISTER: Oh yeh?
KRYTEN: Sir, I am programmed to relinquish my life. That's why
the Mechanoid 4000 series was voted "Android of the Year" five
years running! I have as much interest in saving my own life as
a chronically depressed lemming.
LISTER: That's not true, is it?
KRYTEN: Sir?
LISTER: Not anymore. And it's all because of me. It's my fault.
'Cause I made ya break your programmin'. I taught ya how to lie.
How to make your own decisions. I made you more... more human. I
gave you a life to lose.
KRYTEN: Sir, with the greatest respect, that is complete and
utter shash. (his right leg is bouncing up and down, nervously.)
LISTER: Kryten, I know when you're lying. Your right foot
jiggles. It's involuntary.
KRYTEN: Nonsense. (It jiggles harder.) I'm not afraid to die.
(Harder still.) For me, death holds no fear. (His leg is now
jiggling so much his whole body is moving.) I believe in Silicon
Heaven! I believe in an afterlife for androids! Haven't you got
through those damn manacles yet!?
LISTER: (yelling) Kryten!! (Lister bangs the hammer down.) I'm
not gonna let it happen, man.
KRYTEN: Cause and effect, sir. It already HAS happened. There's
nothing we can do except to try and save your life. (Motioning
towards the gauntlet.) Okay, now I think I have this, it's a
variant of the Enigma decoding system.
LISTER: Enigma! Enig--Enigma!
KRYTEN: "Enig", of course! My last words! Well, anyway, if
this thing works, it should age those manacles by half a million
years.
LISTER: If it doesn't work?
KRYTEN: It'll wipe out the universe.
(Kryten presses a button on the gauntlet, and a yellow-green
beam comes out of it and turns the manacles and chains into
powder.)
LISTER: Phew. What now?
KRYTEN: Well now, WE have the power.
(They are alarmed by the sound of clanging metal. It must be a
door opening, because Cat and Rimmer rush in.)
CAT: Okay, we don't know who you are, but we've seen enough of
the other dude to know we wanna be on your side.
RIMMER: He killed our two crewmates in cold blood, he's a
monster.
CAT: I'm the Cat, this is Rimmer.
LISTER: Yeah. (motioning appropriately) Lister. Kryten.
RIMMER: Look, I want to make it clear, I'm not exactly in love
with the idea of pitching in with you two, but needs must as the
devil drives.
LISTER: You really don't remember me, do ya? Everything I did
used to get on your pecks. How I used to be trimmin' me
toenails with your electric meat-carver or something, and you'd
go absolutely spare.
KRYTEN: Sir, we really must get down to the storage bay. Now
remember my message to us--that is where we meet the Inquisitor
for the final confrontation.
CAT: That's your plan? We go out there and face him? Nice
plan. Shall I paint a bullseye on my face?
LISTER: Listen, Kryten, I've been thinkin' about this, I've
come up with somethin'.
KRYTEN: Yes, sir?
LISTER: I'm gonna use my brains for the first time in my life.
KRYTEN: Considering the circumstances, sir, do you really
believe that's wise?
LISTER: Gimme the time gauntlet.
(Kryten gives it to him.)
KRYTEN: But you don't know how to use it, sir!
LISTER: You'll have to shout out instructions, won't ya?
KRYTEN: Wouldn't it be simpler if I wore it?
LISTER: You can't wear it, Kryten!
KRYTEN: Why not?
LISTER: You're programmed not to kill.
Scene 5: Storage Bay
(A model shot of the Red Dwarf exterior indicates some time has
passed. Dissolve to Lister, Rimmer, Kryten and Cat walking down
a hallway. the Inquisitor appears behind them; they turn around.)
INQUISITOR: So, the mortals seek to challenge my mastery!
(The Inquisitor kills Rimmer and Cat by zapping them with a
red-orange beam from his time gauntlet. Lister and Kryten are
around a corner, hidden from view.)
LISTER: Kryten, I don't know how to work this thing.
KRYTEN: Gamma, delta, one four five.
( Kryten goes off in the opposite direction. Lister and the
Inquisitor appear at opposite ends of the hall--like a showdown.
They both furiously punch buttons on their Gauntlets and fire.
The two beams meet in the middle and cancel each other out.
Lister tries to do something else, but the Inquisitor gets him
first with a yellow-green beam. Lister falls down behind a
pillar. A close-up of Listmeg have ya done to me?
(the Inquisitor backhands the elderly Lister in the jaw, knocks
him down, and begins programming something into his gauntlet.
Kryten sneaks up behind the Inquisitor.)
KRYTEN: Excuse me, could I just distract you for a brief second?
INQUISITOR: Huh?
(the Inquisitor turns around, and Lister freezes the Inquisitor
with a blue ray. Kryten takes the Inquisitor's gauntlet and zaps
Lister back to his normal age.)
LISTER: (mocking Kryten) Excuse me, could I possibly just
distract you for just a brief second?
KRYTEN: It was the best I could ad-lib at the time.
LISTER: He got the Cat and Rimmer, though.
KRYTEN: I know. Look sir, I've got to go back in time and
sacrifice myself in order that we can get into this mess we're
in now in the first place.
(Kryten starts programming something into his gauntlet.)
LISTER: (dejectedly) Yeh, sure.
KRYTEN: All in all, today's been a bit of a bummer, hasn't it,
sir?
LISTER: How long before he unfreezes? Ten minutes?
KRYTEN: No, Eight point four.
LISTER: We'd better be right, Kryten.
KRYTEN: I know. Gauntlets.
(They switch gauntlets.)
KRYTEN: Now what do I say when I pop up behind the Inquisitor?
LISTER: Uh....(looking upward) "Perfect, now what do I..."
KRYTEN: That's it, that's it. Don't tell me, don't tell me,
I've got it, I've got it.
(Kryten disappears.)
LISTER: (to the frozen Inquisitor) Well, big fella, it's
danglin' time.
(Cut to Lister looking over a railing. the Inquisitor is
dangling from a rope over a very long drop.)
LISTER: Welcome back on-line.
INQUISITOR: What are you doing?
LISTER: One way or the other, you killed a lot of my friends
this afternoon. In fact, you may never get on my good side
again.
(Lister lights a cigarette. He drops the lighter to demonstrate
how long the drop is.)
LISTER: Oops.
INQUISITOR: So now you're going to kill me? I don't think no?
LISTER: No. I intended to save your life.
INQUISITOR: Save my life? Why?
LISTER: 'Cos if I save your life, and you erase me, then I
won't be there to save your life, and you'll die. Chew on that,
pal.
(Lister grinds out his cigarette under the sole of his boot and
throws the gauntlet back to the Inquisitor.)
INQUISITOR: Giving me my gauntlet back?
LISTER: Well, I'm alright. Ya can't touch me. You might've
killed the others, but I'm okay.
INQUISITOR: Oh, just one thing. If I erase you from history,
you will never have existed to end my life in the first place.
LISTER: That's a point.
INQUISITOR: So now, I can erase you quite safely.
LISTER: Yeh.
(the Inquisitor presses buttons on his gauntlet, but instead of
the energy flowing out the tip of the finger, it flows backward
out of the wrist, enveloping the Inquisitor in a red-orange
bubble.)
LISTER: Yeh! It's the old backfiring time gauntlet trick. You
just bought yourself a one-way ticket to oblivion.
INQUISITOR: But you can't...
(the Inquisitor rants incoherently as he and the time gauntlet
dissolve. Kryten reappears.)
LISTER: Oh, it worked!
KRYTEN: It worked!
LISTER: Kryten, you're a genius!
KRYTEN: It was your scheme, sir. I simply re-programmed the
gauntlet.
LISTER: So what happens now?
(Rimmer reappears a little ways away.)
KRYTEN: Well, basically we wait for the time-space continuum to
reorder itself.
(Cat reappears as well.)
KRYTEN: I believe this is an appropriate juncture for you to
give me five, sir.
LISTER: Give you five? I can do better than that! (he holds up
the severed hand) I can give you fifteen!
(end credits and music.)
<actors>
Rimmer--Chris Barrie
Lister--Craig Charles
Cat--Danny John-Jules
H Lafayette Rd.
Colorado Springs, CO 80907.
Also, I'd like if it someone could let me get some NTSC format
copies of series 6 once it airs.
immer
Cat--Danny John-Jules
Holly--Hattie Hayridge
Kryten--Robert Llewellyn
Inquisitor--John Docherty
Second Lister--Jake Abraham
Thomas Allman--James Cormack
Stuntman--Colin Skeaping
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Transcribed August 1993
by Amy Morrison
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