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("RED DWARF" THEME)

- What is that thing?
- Astroglacier.

Allotropically modified, surrounded
by an envelope of luminous gasses.

Thanks! That's most helpful.

- What is it?
- To you, a big iceberg.

I studied them in the Corps,
but I've never seen one up close.

Isn't it incredible? Look at those
crystalline formations. They're faberoo!

You think sciencey stuff's
really interesting, don't you?

I bet at school you always had the right
pencils and impossibly neat handwriting.

I bet you can tell us the average rainfall
of the oil-rich lowlands of Venezuela.

No, I couldn't. I've no idea.

OK, 3.4 inches. So what?

Unlike you, my greatest accomplishment

isn't a line on a loo wall
marking my highest-ever pee.

I'll have you know, ma'am,
I too possess qualifications.

What qualifications have you got,
meat-tenderiser-head?

I'm a fully qualified Bachelor of Sanitation.

You may not know this, sir,
but I completed my course at Toilet University,

where I studied the lavatorial sciences.

Toilet University's a piece of software,
part of your core program.

I had a written examination to indicate
the program was successfully installed.

It was most interesting. Did you know that
the first siphon and valve flushing system

was patented in 1778 by Joseph Bramah,

whose U-bend curvature equations are still...

- Kryten.
- Yes, sir?

Can this story maybe wait?
Ideally, until after I'm dead.

Speaking personally, I hardly didn't get
no formal education at all.

- No kidding, Professor.
- No, it's true, bud.

That's why sometimes I don't know stuff,
like... well, practically everything.

- Is it because you brought yourself up, sir?
- Right. I had to teach myself.

And as I didn't know anything to begin with,
lessons were long and slow,

especially on Thursdays
when I had double nothing.

So what do we do about the ice?

Well, water supplies are low, ma'am.

If the ice is uncontaminated,
it might prove useful.

- OK, standard SEP scan and log.
- Locking on. Scanning and logging.

Extraordinary.

- What is it?
- Something's buried in the astroglacier.

Some kind of object.
It's huge. Just processing.

- Well?
- It's a starship.

This place is harder to get into
than an airline chicken Kiev!

It's the Leviathan, sir,
a 23rd-century JMC supply ship.

Engines are dead, power overload.

Looks like they were running from something.
Wait! I'm picking up a life sign.

- Are you absolutely sure?
- Certain.

I've never seen anything like this!

You weren't around
for my last party, were you?

Look at their twisted, tortured faces!
The sheer blind terror.

- (SCREAMS) Oh, my God!
- What is it?!

The back of my neck!
Great big gob of ice water!

It was horrible!
Went right down into my crevice.

Hey, guys, check this out!

There's a woman in there!

Just locating her JMC ident chip.

Caroline Carmen. According to the psi-scan,
she was once a supply officer on Red Dwarf.

I remember her. She got reposted at Titan.

- You knew her?
- She fancied me.

I don't believe you.
A supply officer and you?

She did, actually. In fact, me and Karen
had a thing going there for a long time.

Caroline.

Caroline, yeah. Karen's my pet name for her.

- I don't believe a word.
- Caroline Carmen and me, believe it.

Sexually, we were just so compatible.

While I was dating her, the women in the
quarters next door called her Carmen Moans.

- You could ask her if she was alive.
- She is, sir.

The life sign is coming from this very spot.

Is it? Well, she might not remember me
immediately. She might have amnesia.

- Amnesia?
- Yeah, ice does that. Gives you amnesia.

- Right, Kryts?
- I don't recall hearing that, sir.

See? It's affecting him already.

OK, let's get her back to the Bug.

I've begun water siphoning
from the Leviathan. Any change here?

No, bud. The ice won't melt,
and this room's hotter than English beer.

He's right.
The temperature's been a constant 90 degrees,

and yet she's still
completely cold and unresponsive.

What about Miss Carmen?

I was talking about Miss Carmen.

It's as if the body's
generating the ice as protection.

Maybe we should just laser it?

Recommend we wait until chemical analysis
is completed in the morning, sir.

Hasty lasering could result
in damage to the body.

Do you really think she's still alive?

She must be.

Ah...

Well, well, well...

This is a bit of a turn-up.

You just couldn't stay away, could you?

Hey, what are you doing?

(LAUGHS)

And what makes you so sure I'm interested?

You think you can just jump
in my bed and I'm yours?

Well, as it happens, you're right,
but it was a close thing.

Mmm. It's good
to feel your sweet breath on my neck again.

Smeg! It's Kryten! It's Kryten!

Quick! Quick! In the shower! In the shower!

(GROANS)

Smeg!

- Yeah.
- Are you alone, sir?

- Yeah.
- I just thought I'd dust your quarters.

- It's two o'clock in the morning!
- This is an emergency dust, sir.

My sensors have picked up
vast quantities of dust in this region.

- I'll take the risk, man!
- I can't allow that, sir.

Ah, double bed mode. Hmm...

I'll just, ahem, dust inside your wardrobe...

Under your spare bunk duvet...

Hmm... In your other wardrobe...

Kryten, man, I'm trying to get some kip!

- She's here, isn't she?
- I don't know what you mean.

(SQUEALS) You promised
you wouldn't like her more than me!

Kryten, listen, um...

- Look, it's like...
- It's because she's got a better head.

Not again, man. No! No!

- It is!
- I like your head!

- Not as much as hers!
- What? You've got a great head.

It's attractive, it's functional, it's almost
perfect for carving a Sunday roast!

She's in the shower, isn't she? Isn't she?

- Who?
- Miss Kochanski! Who else? Madam Curie?!

What is all this noise about? I can't sleep!

Forgive me, sir.

Shame mode.

Excuse me, ma'am.

How the hell did you do that?

Of course! You slipped out
through the vent shaft. Brilliant!

- What?
- You're a genius, an absolute genius!

- What are you doing?
- Unbuttoning your shirt.

- Why?
- We've got some unfinished business!

That was a long time ago. Things are different!

Look, he's gone. Don't worry about Kryten.

Get your kit off. I'll find my Batman outfit.

You really believe in being direct, don't you?

Come on, rumpy-pumpy, Kris.
Let's hit the springs!

That's your idea of seduction, is it?
Not if you were the last man alive.

- I am the last man alive.
- I rest my case.

What did I do wrong? What?

Oh, duvet...

Oh, my God! Caroline!
You've really let yourself go.

You're like the before bit
for about 900 Clearasil commercials!

Sorry!

God! Ah!

God! God!

Are you all right, sir?

I've just been molested
by Tutankhamun's horny grandma!

Of course I'm not smeggin' all right!
Eurgh! The taste!

I need to gargle with a Toilet Duck!

She's dead, sir. And, curious, it appears
she's been dead for three million years.

If she's been dead for three million years,
where did the life signs come from?

Good point, sir.
And more to the point, where did they go?

(THUD)

- I feel really lousy.
- Probably just shock. Don't be a baby.

Miss Kochanski, ma'am, your bedside manner
leaves something to be desired.

- Like what?
- Well, like a bedside manner!

You think I'm a hypochondriac?

You're a man, aren't you? You get
the common cold and you think it's malaria.

And women, of course, are different?

They just have a different perspective
on pain, Kryten.

As would you if you had to pour hot wax
on your crotch and rip out half your thatch.

He's right. I hate doing that.

- The tests are complete.
- (LISTER) And?

There's a foreign substance in your blood,
and, well, I recognise the DNA, sir.

- Is that good or bad?
- It's the Epideme virus, sir.

A man-made parasite
created as a rival to the nicotine patch.

Epideme was an intelligent organism, designed
to block neural signals of nicotine craving,

but it also blocked the signals
telling the body it needed blood and oxygen.

Is that why the Carmen chick looked
like a centrefold from "Playzombie"?

Precisely. It's virtually unstoppable.
For the first 48 hours, it consumes its host,

then hijacks the corpse
and looks for a new victim.

When it can't find one,
it freezes the body and waits.

- So the life signs on the Leviathan...
- Didn't belong to Carmen,

but to the parasite inhabiting her body...

which passed to you the moment she... well...

Slipped her mouth-meat down me gullet?

I've been tongue-hockeyed to death!

In 48 hours, I'll be deader
than Saturday night in Salt Lake City!

There is one option, sir. I believe you might
have a chance if you, well... reason with it.

- Reason with what?
- The virus, sir. It is intelligent.

Are your neural circuits picking up
interference from the tumble-drier again?

If we patch in the universal translator,
it might be possible to talk to it.

It's your only chance, sir.

It's a long shot, but if we can reason
with it, we might persuade it to leave.

- Remember, be charming.
- Be charming to my virus. Right.

- Patching in the UT.
- A great big "hi" to all of you out there!

Tonight, Dave Lister,
vending machine sub-operative

and spice food connoisseur,
this is your death!

- Your line.
- We're speaking with the Epideme virus?

Give that man an eyebrow!
Hey, I'm feeling generous. Give him two!

Maybe we should, um... Can I?

Dave, let's run down the rules.
If you win, you live.

If I win, you die -
I take all your knowledge, when I kill you.

You absorb knowledge
from every person you kill?

So killing you
ain't exactly a career highlight.

As a virus, there's not much call for knowing
how to open a bottle with your anus.

How can you justify
killing another living being?

How about that chicken you biryanied
last night? How can you justify killing that?

Me and the chicken, it was different.

How's that, David?

Well, I'm a person. It was a curry.

He died so you could go on living.
Is that so different from what I'm doing?

Of course it is! Totally! I'm a human being.

I have certain qualities
that elevate me above poultry!

- I can think. I can play the guitar.
- Better than a chicken? Are you crazy?

We're losing, sir!
You better move on to another subject.

I'm the last guy alive!

- That gives you more right to exist than me?
- Well, yeah, because...

Time for your species to check out, Davey.
Arrivederci, humies!

Oh!

David, come on.

You've got a virus. It's fatal. It happens.

Doesn't mean we can't be friends.

Don't touch that dial!

Sir, you know how you told us to work
on a solution, no matter how drastic?

- What have you got, Kryts?
- A solution, but, er...

- What?
- It's too drastic.

- Tell.
- Well, what we thought was...

- You see...
- We want to cut off your arm.

- What?!
- I said it was a stupid idea!

- It was your idea!
- Are you saying I'm stupid?

It's our only chance to save you.
It could be worse.

- I could be planning a career in archery?
- You could be dead.

You said you'd consider anything. This is it.

Can I have some details? Something more
inspiring than "Can I hack off your limb?"

The plan is to inject anti-virals
through your body,

forcing Epideme into your arm.

And then you cut it off. Great plan (!)

What choice have I got?

OK, but make it my left arm, OK? 'Cause
my right arm does all my favourite things.

- OK, sir.
- Let's go! Chop-chop!

Sorry.

(WHIZZING)

Injecting anti-virals.

OK, virus heading north.
Grid coordinate 109.4.

- The pancreas.
- 104.2, on my mark. Mark.

And heading for the left shoulder, 309.0.
No, no, no, no!

308! 308!
It's heading away from his left arm.

406.9... 406.8... 406.5...
Virus heading into his right arm.

The right arm! It's our only chance.
Laser bone-saw, sir, quickly!

Amputation mode - cut and cauterise!

(HISSES)

It's not enough.

Still not enough.

Still not enough!

Still not enough.

OK, that's enough.
If this doesn't work, we're out of options.

Whether it works or not,
I'll never touch barbecue wings again!

Aaah!

He's awake!

My left arm... My left arm, I said!

That's my right. What kind of navigation
officer can't tell left from right?

We did our best. I am so sorry.

- Where is it?
- We flushed it into space. We had to.

Oh, my right arm.
I did everything with that arm.

We were inseparable!
At least, I thought we were.

- Mr Lister, sir, you're awake!
- Buddy, you look great!

Oh... You did what you had to do
to save my life.

(WHINES)

You haven't saved my life.

Seven per cent of Epideme's virions
have got back into your body.

They're currently multiplying exponentially.

So, to sum up - all's I've got to look
forward to now is death, zombification

and a quick after-death snog
with you or the Cat?

I've given my arm - my arm - for nothing?

Not nothing, sir! Based on my calculations,

it's bought you
approximately 58 minutes more life.

- What am I gonna do with 58 minutes?
- Have half a juggling lesson?

You're really not helping.

Kryten, he doesn't like them like that.

Ma'am, I've been
with Mr Lister for many years now.

I don't need some judy-come-lately
advising me on his sleeping arrangements.

In my dimension, I cohabited with him.
I know what makes him happy in bed.

So do I. A large packet
of extra-spicy tortilla chips

and a really good horror movie, preferably
featuring kung-fu-fighting lady vampires.

Hey! Old five-fingers has checked out!

- Oh, my God! You mean...
- No, not dead. Checked out. He's gone.

And about 40 pounds of Incinerex
blasting plastic has gone missing.

- You think there could be a connection?
- Come on!

- What are you doing?
- I'm just popping down the corner shop.

- Does anyone want anything?
- Sir, come back.

There's no point returning to the Leviathan.

It's the only way, Kryten.
Get back over there, detonate this stuff

and destroy all traces of the virus.

- At least it won't get to kill me.
- Dave, close the airlock.

- What you're doing is insane.
- She's right.

You've screwed up the ping-pong tournament.
You gonna mess up the yo-yo championships?

Dave, don't! If you go, I'll never speak
to you again as long as you...

Oh, my God! Just how stupid am I?

- According to my calculations, ma'am...
- Kryten, shut up!

Hey, baby, what's this?
The Christmas special?

That's right, man, yeah!
Look what I got you - 40 pounds of Incinerex.

It's macho, but it's not you.
Get what I'm sayin'?

Let's set the timer
for five minutes, shall we?

Er, Dave, hellooo?

(KRYTEN ON RADIO) Leviathan? Come in, sir.

Kryten, get Starbug away from here!
You've got five minutes.

Dave, listen to me.
Dave - my Dave - had a saying...

Even the word "hopeless" has "hope" in it.

Maybe you had to be there?

- What did that mean?
- You can't give up!

I'm dead already. Use your eyes. I look worse
than the Grim Reaper's passport photo.

Give us more time.
The medicomp might still find an antidote.

There's no point.
Look, I haven't made a will, but, Kris...

under my bunk... I want you to have
the collection of songs I wrote about you.

- Collection?
- Well, three.

There's only two things
that rhyme with "Kochanski".

I used "underpantski" twice.

Kryten, to you I leave all my laundry.
Hey, keep it clean for me, man.

Oh, sir... you're too generous.

Cat, you can have
anything you want from my wardrobe.

I can? Great! I need some hangers!

60 seconds left, Epideme.

Dave, your heart says blow
but your brain says no.

You're no quitter. The crew of this ship
searched for a solution right until the end!

- They never gave up.
- They didn't?

Hell, no! They even overloaded their engines.

So sad... because they were so near.

So near. They weren't running
FROM something but TO something.

Son of a gun!

Kryten, man, change of plan!

Sir, I've been meaning to ask,

as you retain specialist knowledge
from each of your victims,

and as we have no gripe, I was wondering
if you'd fill in some gaps in my knowledge?

Sure. Shoot! I'm red hot in quantum
mechanics, molecular biology and TV themes.

Ask me anything.

Very well.

One thing I've always wanted to know,
who on earth was the fourth Marx brother?

Zippo. Easy! Ask me a hard one.

- A hard one?
- A HAAAAAAAARD one! Yeeeaah!

Very well. How could Starbug's drive module
be reconfigured to be made more efficient?

(INHALES)
Re-route the pulse relays via conductors

and transpose all prime numbers
to the energy equation. (EXHALES)

- And that would make Starbug more efficient?
- 300 per cent faster!

That's all we needed to know. The Leviathan
was heading for Delta 7 for the Epideme cure,

but by the time we got there, I'd be dead.

Unless we could make the ship go faster.

- And now we can.
- Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bacteria!

- How are we doing?
- Like a speeding bullet in a bat outta hell!

Going into orbit right now.

Scanning surface...

- Oh, my God!
- What is it?

The planet. It's been flamed.

There's nothing down there!
Not a building, not a plant... Nothing.

- You knew.
- I had to make Dave think there was hope.

The planet was flamed to get rid of me,

but I'd already left in a medical engineer,

who then made a house call to the Leviathan!

- How's it going?
- Life signs almost gone, sir.

And in tomorrow's episode,
Kris Kochanski has a nasty turn

when Dave,
her hilarious decomposing boyfriend,

returns from the grave to infect her
with a wacky but charismatic virus.

Until then, goodnight.

(HUMS "GOD SAVE THE QUEEN")

(CACKLES)

OK, last roll of the dice.
Dave, I'm gonna stop your heart, OK?

- (BOTH) What!?
- It's the last chance to save you. OK?

You'll stop Epideme killing me by killing me?

I'll take that as a yes.

Is he?

Dead? Yes, ma'am! Careful, Miss Kochanski,
don't get too close to him!

(EPIDEME CACKLES)

The Epideme virus has transferred to you!
It's infected your hand!

The showbiz news today - as expected,

the long-running virus Epideme
has been renewed for another season!

Wrong, bug-head! You're axed!

No! No! No!

(SCREAMS)

Oh, my God! Did you see that?!

She! She!

Miss Kochanski, ma'am!
What?! I mean, what?!

Have you gone completely insane?!

- Kryten!
- Huh!

It was Caroline Carmen's.
I injected it with blood and adrenaline.

That really is quite extraordinary.

I had you down as a bit of a madam,
but I have to eat my words.

I mean, you do annoy me in some ways...

MR LISTER!!

(MUTTERS HYSTERICALLY)

Clear!

Clear! Clear!

(COUGHS)

Ohh... Whoa... Where have I been?

For the last few minutes, sir,
you've been dead.

- Wow!
- How did it feel?

Ever been to Swindon?

- What's that for?
- For not staying dead!

Germs.

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