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Red Dwarf II: Thanks For The Memory script
From: [email protected] (Martin Smith)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.red-dwarf
Organization: BT D&P, London Engineering Centre
Red Dwarf Series II Episode 3 - Thanks For The Memory
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Opening Narration by Holly
H: Three million miles 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 ships cat. Message
ends
H: Additional: supplies are plentiful. We have enough food and drink to
last 30,000 years, although we have run out of Shake n' Vac.
H: Additional Additional: Last week we found a planet with a breathable
atmosphere.
The Action Commences
We see the surface of a bleak planet with a sun and stars in the
background and pan across it to where there appears to be a rock concert
in progress. Lister and the Cat are playing and dancing exuberantly.
Lister has a guitar and the skutters are playing on keyboards. Rimmer is
in a structure labelled 'Hologrammatic Projection Cage' and seems to be
enjoying it.
H: We're grooving tonight, ahead groove factor five. Yeah! (a disco type
light starts flashing under his monitor).
L: Hang on everybody, hang on! (Lister stops playing and the music carries
on. He goes to take a pan off the fire and turns off the music) The
sausages are done.
H: It's the business innit? It's nice to get out once in a while, stretch
your cables.
R: (very slurred) I can't understand it. I've had so much to drink and it
hasn't even afflicted me. I'm not in the least bit tiddly.
L: Oh yeah? Why are you dancing then?
C: Ha! You call that dancing? I've seen people on fire move better than
that ?
H: We'd better be going. The moons'll be setting in a bit.
L: Whoa Whoa! Ok then, a toast. (raises cup) Gentlemen, and skutters, we
are gathered here today to celebrate the anniversery of Mr Arnold
Rimmer's death.
R: (belches and looks ill) Right on baby.
L: And for this very special occasion I have baked, a cake. (Lister
uncovers the cake. It is covered in icing, with a candle in the middle).
H: What's that then?
L: It's in the shape of a spanner holly cos he was a technician.
H: Well that's very apt that is. If he'd been a postman you'd have baked it
in the shape of an envelope I suppose?
L: Yeah!
H: Gordon Bennett! It's lucky he's not a gynaecologist.
L: To Rimmer (raises cup at arms length)
R: To me!
Rimmer mimes drinking a glass of something and appears to get a kick
from it. They all start singing. Rimmer is a bit unsure of the words,
probably due to his state of inebriation.
All: Happy deathday to you. Happy deathday to you. Happy deathday dear
Rimmer. Happy deathday to you!
Back in one of the space buggies, Lister is trying to get it moving.
All: (singing) Show me the way to go home. I'm tired and I want to go to bed
...
We see them from the outside flying off into space towards Red Dwarf.
R: Are you sure you're alright to drive this?
L: Yeah. (suddenly slips into reverse) Oops.
All: ... I had a little drink about an hour ago to celebrate Rimmer's death.
(breakdown into laughter).
The crew is now back on Red Dwarf. Rimmer is sprawled out on his bunk
and Lister is doing a jigsaw.
L: What time is it ?
Rimmer crawls unsteadily to the clock and peers at it blearily. He is
clearly suffering the awful after effects of drinking.
R: Saturday.
L: Is that the best you can do?
R: There are some numbers next to it but they could be anything.
L: Do you know what I fancy right now?
R: A big, fat, woman with thighs the size of a hippo's.
L: No, I want a triple fried egg butty with chilli sauce and chutney.
R: (managing to sit down in a chair) Me too.
L: Well no problem then. Nothing's too good for the deathday boy.
R: Correct! (punches air)
H: Hol, Hol!
Holly appears on screen with a nightcap on.
L: Hol, give us something to eat.
H: You what? I'm jiggered man.
L: Oh come on. You don't sleep.
H: Course I do. I've got to offline. I can't keep up my full tilt, full
power, red hot, maximum pace all the time. I've got to take the odd
breather haven't I?
R: I want a triple fried egg sandwich with ...
L: With chilli sauce and chutney.
H: You what?
L: It's a state of the art sarny.
H: It's the state of the floor I'm worried about. Alright, ok.
Rimmer holds up his hand and the much discussed food item appears in it.
L: Wow, trust me!
Rimmer takes a bite and a succession of expressions are seen on his
face. He ends up at something like a mixture of pain, horror and shock.
He may be drunk but he's still got pain receptors.
R: I feel like I'm having a baby!
L: It's good innit?
R: It's incredible. Where did you get the recipe from?
L: I can't remember. I think it was a book on bacteriological warfare.
R: It's like a cross between food and bowel surgery.
L: (nodding) It's well naughty. The trouble is you've got to eat it before
the bread dissolves.
R: I could never invent a sandwich like this Lister. You see all the
ingredients are wrong. The fried eggs, wrong. The chutney, wrong. The
chilli sauce, all wrong. But put them together and somehow it works. It
becomes right, it's you. This sandwich, Lister, is you.
L: What are you saying to me Rimmer.
R: You're wrong right, all your ingredients are wrong. You're slobby.
You've got no sense of discipline. You're the only man ever to get his
money back from the Odour Eater people. But people like you, don't you
see? That's why you're a fried egg, chilli, chutney sandwich. Now me,
now me. All the ingredients are right. I'm disciplined. I'm organised.
I'm dedicated to my career. I've always got a pen. Result? Total
smeghead despised by everyone except the ship's parrot. And that's only
because we haven't got one. Why? Why is that?
L: I suppose it's because you are a total smeghead.
R: But I'm not. I'm a nice guy, I'm a goodie.
L: No Rimmer see the trouble is you've never got time for people. You're
too busy trying to be successful. It's all midnight revision and up, up,
up the ziggurat lickety spit (salutes in a silly way).
R: I have got time for people. What about all the time I spent licking up
to Todhunter even though he was a total gimp? And Captain Hollister? Mr
fat bastard 2044. I went out of my way to simp around him.
L: Rimmer that's not having time for people.
During the following exchange they speak faster and end up both speaking
at the same time until Lister interjects forcefully.
R: Do you know how many times in my entire life I made love?
L: No, and I don't want to know.
R: I want to tell you.
L: I don't want to know.
R: No, but I want to tell you.
L: No, I don't want to know.
R: I want to tell you, I'm going, I am going to tell you, I want to tell
you.
L: (forcefully) Listen, listen Rimmer. If you tell me, right, you'll wake
up in the morning. You'll have your hang over and you'll feel like death
and you'll walk up to the mirror and you'll look in the mirror and
you'll remember and you'll go Ahahahahah!! (sticks his fist in his
mouth). See it's not worth it, I don't want to know and believe me you
don't want to tell me.
R: (holds up one finger) Once.
L: Smeg!
R: One time only.
L: (with ears covered) Don't tell me this Rimmer. You'll want to kill
yourself in the morning.
R: Yvonne McGruder. A single, brief, liason with the ship's female boxing
champion. March the sixteenth. Seven thirty one PM to seven forty three
PM.
L: Please.
R: Twelve minutes
L: (losing patience) Please!
R: And that includes the time it took to eat the pizza.
L: Please Rimmer!
R: In my entire life I have spent more time being sick.
L: So, I mean, you haven't met the right girl yet.
R: (with overdone sarcasm) No, I haven't Lister, I haven't met the right
girl and some just might say (wags finger) given the fact that the human
race no longer exists, coupled with the fact that I have passed on, some
just might say that I'm leaving it a little bit on the late side.
L: Well you made a decision didn't you? I mean you chose your career over
your personal life.
R: Yes I did, I did didn't I? Pearls of wisdom there from Mr fried egg,
chilli, chutney, sandwich face. (seriously) Well I'll tell you something
Lister, I'll tell you something. I'd trade it all in, all of it. My
pips, my long service medals, my swimming certificates, my telescope, my
shoe trees. I'd trade everything in to be loved and to have been loved.
Lister is still fiddling with the jigsaw but it's obvious that Rimmer's
speech has touched a chord.
R: (starts singing in a reedy voice in a pathetic kind of way) I'm a little
lamb, lost in the wood, maybe I could, really be good, with someone to
watch over me.
Rimmer goes and lies down on his bunk. Lister watches him.
R: That was going to be our song. But I never found anyone to share it
with. So now it's just my song.
L: (fiddling with jigsaw) Another bit of sky, that's a star.
Rimmer starts making high pitched crying type noises, Lister gets up and
leaves.
Exterior pan of the ship and then cut back to Lister asleep in the top
bunk. We descend to see Arnie, in his 'home sweet home' pyjamas, wake
up. Rimmer gets up and start doing his exercises to music provided by
himself. Suddenly memories of the previous night come flooding back. He
sees a picture of him drinking and carries on. He sees himself eating
the sandwich and shrugs. He then remembers telling Lister, he stops,
raises one finger and sticks his fist in his mouth. He sits back down on
the bunk with an anguished look.
L: Ah, me foot! I must have gone to sleep on it. Oooh!
R: (jumps up) Gah! you were really putting it away last night Lister. You
really fell for my joke didn't you?
L: Oh God, it's agony.
R: Ah that McGruder gag, fancy falling for that eh? (pause) I'll give you
my telescope, anything. Please God don't tell anyone.
Lister groans and pulls away the blanket. He discovers that his foot is
in plaster. They both look shocked.
L: Have you done that?
R: When did you do that?
L: I didn't! I just went to bed and I've woken up with this.
R: When did you finish the jigsaw?
L: I didn't.
Holly comes on screen looking a bit cross.
H: Oi. Whose been messing with my star charts! Here I am trying to do the
comprehensive, nay definitive, A-Z of the entire universe with street
names, post offices and little steeples and everything and some git's
been fiddling with it.
L: It's not us!
The Cat storms in.
C: Ok, which one of you chimpanzees did this?
Cat puts a foot on the table and points at it. It is also in plaster.
H: Look there's a perfectly logical explanation for everything. With the
possible exception of little Jimmy Osmond.
R: Who?
L: Hang on, today's Sunday right?
R: So?
L: Well, this clock, this clock says Thursday and that clock says Thursday.
C: And my foot says get the person who did this to my foot.
L: (looks through a book) Four pages have been torn out of my diary.
Rimmer snaps his fingers and points around the room.
R: Somehow we've lost the last four days.
C: Did you look behind the fridge? If you lose something it's nearly always
there.
R: Aliens!
L: What?
C: What are you talking about grease stain?
R: It's a well documented phenomenon. They kidnap you, give you a mind
probe, erase your memory and put you back.
L: Ok, aliens came aboard.
R: Without question.
L: They broke my leg.
R: For some reason.
C: They broke MY leg.
R: Right.
H: And then they did a jigsaw.
R: Right.
H: Well that's cleared that up then.
R: Look you're not thinking alien. That's what aliens are, alien. They do
alien things, things that are (shrugs) alien. Maybe this is the way they
communicate.
C: By breaking legs?
L: And doing jigsaws?
R: Why should they speak the way we do? They're aliens.
L: Ok professor, what does it mean?
R: Maybe, maybe, ok. Breaking your leg hurts like hell ok? Hell. They do it
below the knee, low. Hell-low, gettit?. They do it twice, twice, two.
Hell-Low-Two. And jigsaw must mean you. Hello to you.
C: I wouldn't like to be around when one of these suckers is making a
speech (he limps out).
L: Hang on, the black box. Holly the black box will have recorded
everything won't it?
H: Yeah, hang on I'll fish it out. (his image disappears briefly and
reappears) It's gone! It's been half inched. Wait a minute let me think
about this. It gives off a signal. We can trace it.
Pan past a space buggy, making a funny noise. We go inside to join
Rimmer, Lister and the Cat.
L: It's the gearbox man. I'm telling you.
R: Nothing yet.
L: This is impossible, it could be anywhere. It's like trying to find a
fart in a jacuzzi.
R: Look! Down there on that moon.
They stare at the screen and we draw in closer to a bleak landscape. We
see Lister and the Cat walking on it.
L: Are you getting a picture now?
R: Yeah but the quality's terrible. It's like watching Spanish television.
L: Oh my God!
C: What the hell is that?
L: Smegorama!
Err Holly, errm start the engines, warm her up. Keep her ticking over
yeah?
R: Err what is it?
L: It's a footprint the size of a surfboard.
C: (measuring it out) I don't believe the size of these feet. Can you
imagine the problems this guy must have trying to get fashionable shoes?
L: I wonder if it's true what they about the size of your feet? I mean, if
it is this guy could probably go to a fancy dress party as a petrol
pump.
R: I think you should come back.
L: There's more of them. They lead round this corner.
R: So a surfboard foot size monster came aboard, did a jigsaw, drained our
memories and broke a couple of legs. So what, forgive and forget is what
I say.
L: This I don't believe! It's a gravestone. To the memory, (trying to make
it out) To the memory of Lise Yates.
R: Who's Lise Yates?
L: You're not going to believe this but I used to go out with a girl called
Lise Yates. It's only shallow, the black box is buried in the grave (he
picks it up).
Back in the buggy they open the box and remove the recording.
H: Right, it's loaded.
L: Well play it sam.
The words 'Black Box Recording, Jupiter Mining Corporation Ship Red
Dwarf' come on screen followed by Holly.
H: Nice looking bloke.
Tape: I don't know whether anyone will ever find this. But if they do and it's
you Dave, or you Arnold, don't ever play it. Some things are best left
buried.
L: Why have you frozen him Hol?
H: You heard what he said. Knows what he's talking about that dude.
L: Come on Hol, from Saturday night.
Holly plays the recording and Rimmer appears telling Lister how many
times in his life he's made love. The Cat looks interested.
R: Yes, well we all remember this bit. Spin on, spin on, spin on!
The recording goes into fast forward. The Cat is disappointed. He
signals to Lister behind Rimmer's back.
C: (silently) How many?
L: (silently, pointing at Rimmer) Him?
C: (silently) Yes!
L: (silently) No, no.
The Cat makes a 'Tell me' kind of gesture. Lister laughs and holds up
one finger. So does the Cat and points at Rimmer who is oblivious of the
whole thing, he's staring at the screen.
C: (silently) Him. (v. loudly) That Many?
Lister and the Cat look busy with the controls as Rimmer turns to glare
at them. The recording has reached the point where Rimmer is making sad
noises, just after his singing and on screen we see Lister leave. We are
now in flashback mode. The flashing word REPLAY appears at the top right
of the screen. We see Lister walking down a corridor towards camera with
the Cat who has a hair net on.
C: This better be good. I was sleeping and sleeping's my third favourite
thing and you come and wake me up this time of night.
They walk into a square room with wall to wall monitors, on which
various pictures of Arnie can be seen. A sign on the door reads 'No
unauthorised entry'.
C: What is this place?
L: It's the hologram simulation suite. This is the room that creates
Rimmer.
C: Have we come to blow this room up?
L: Look those are his dreams and everything there (fiddles with controls).
Look that's what he's dreaming right at the moment.
We see Rimmer in a top hat and dinner jacket carrying a cane and singing
the song he sang earlier. We pull back to see he has no trousers on. The
watchers laugh.
L: I'm going to give Rimmer the best present he will ever get.
Lister takes of his hat and puts on a helmet connected to the console by
a wire. He starts typing at the console and sees the word LOADING come
up on the screen.
C: What are you doing with that?
L: I'm recording my memory.
C: Your entire memory?
L: Yeah, everything. Everywhere I've been, everything I've learnt, my
entire knowledge. (the words LOADING COMPLETE come up almost instantly)
Right, that's it (he takes off the helmet). I'm going to give Rimmer a
love affair. I'm going to take eight months out of my memory and I'm
going to paste it into his. So everything that's happened to me he's
going to think happened to him.
C: You're going to give him one of your old girlfriends?
L: I'm going to give him Lise Yates.
Lister presses more keys and they stare at the screen. Lister covers the
Cat's eyes but he takes the hand away. A rather pretty woman is on
screen running and laughing. She dives to the ground.
LY: God I love you Dave, I love you so much.
L: (on memory recording) And I love you Lise.
L: A few minor adjustments (presses some keys and the scene replays).
LY: God I love you Rimmer, I love you so much.
L: (on memory recording) And I love you Lise.
L: Change the voice (presses more keys and we see it again).
LY: God I love you Rimmer, I love you so much.
R: (on memory recording) And I love you Lise.
L: And that's it.
C: And when he wakes up he'll think all this happened to him?
L: Yeah, the whole eight months.
C: Man that's a fine present (Lister nods). He was probably only expecting
a tie.
Lister keeps keying, we see Rimmer asleep and enter his dreams via a
heart shaped zoom. He is walking with Lise, drinking from a beer can and
smoking. He looks a real slob. Rimmer wakes, looking happy. He goes to
sleep again.
Some time later Lister hears music, jumps in the air and clicks his
heels. He walks into the room to see Rimmer dancing to the music.
L: You're in a good mood.
R: Why not Listy? When life's so good (He makes A-OK sign and snaps his
fingers).
Rimmer seems to have changed somehow. He seems more normal and less like
the Rimmer we all know. For one thing his shirt is crumpled and
unbuttoned. He seems relaxed and confident.
L: Why is life so good? (opens beer).
R: (lying on bunk) You wouldn't understand Lister, you've never been in
love.
L: I have!
R: Oh, not real love Lister, not like I have. Not fireworks in the sky,
from here to eternity, rolling naked on the beach kind of love. Not like
me and Lise.
L: So who's Lise? (smiles to himself)
R: Never you mind Lister. Someone who was absolutely nuts about me, that's
all you need to know.
L: Fine, if you want to keep it to yourself.
R: All I'm saying is, from now on call me Tiger (growls).
L: An old girlfriend was she? Tiger.
R: (gets up) What a crazy, crazy, year that was. The first three months I
was at Saturn Tech doing a maintenance course. Then for absolutely no
reason I suddenly moved to Liverpool. I drank too much, I smoked too
much, I became a total slob. I met Lise, of course. I even started to
eat my own toenail clippings.
Behind him Lister is doing this as he speaks. He doesn't notice.
R: My tastes in music radically changed. I stopped adoring Mantovani and
got into Rastabilly Skank. Crazy!
L: Well, you know, you were in love. You go a bit crazy.
R: It was weird. I was absolutely nuts about her but yet I started to treat
her really badly.
L: No you didn't!
R: I did! I started to give her some wishy washy twaddle about not wanting
to get tied down.
L: But you were young! You didn't want to settle down. You wanted to bum
around and have a laugh.
R: But I hate bumming around and having a laugh.
L: But that's what you're like when you're young.
R: But I wasn't like that when I was young so why did I say those things?
L: But, I mean, she wanted you to have a career (spits out the word
career).
R: That's what I'd always dreamt of so why did I finish it with her?
L: Because, you wanted to play the field.
R: That's right I told her I wanted to play the field (wistful look). I
told her that. I must have been mad. She was great and she thought I was
great.
L: (with a strange look) Yeah man you're right. You were mad.
R: She was a lover and a friend.
L: And beautiful.
R: Gorgeous.
L: Great sense of humour.
R: Terrific.
L: The sex was fantastic.
R: Amazing sex.
L: Brilliant sex.
R: Oh primo dynamite sex!
L: Fantastic sex, stupendous sex!
R: Lister!
L: The way she used to Oh ...
R: Lister!
L: Oh sex, brilliant sex.
R: Lister, Lister, how do you know?
L: I'm just having a guess.
Back in the buggy, we come out of flashback. The crew are watching the
recording.
R: (on the tape) Kindly don't. No one will ever know how beautiful the
relationship between me and Lise Yates was.
R: How could you do this to me? It's the most heart breakingly tragic thing
it's ever been my misfortune to witness.
C: Popcorn? (offers it to Rimmer who declines, Lister takes some)
L: Look, I'm sorry man. I mean obviously I thought I was doing you a
favour.
H: (appearing on a monitor) What's all this got to do with jigsaws, broken
legs and Godzilla size footprints eh? (Lister shakes his head)
We go into flashback again. The word REPLAY appears on screen as it did
last time. On the recording we see Rimmer striding angrily down a
corridor punching the air. He walks into the room where Lister is again
working on the jigsaw.
R: Right, smeg brain, prepare to die!
L: Eh?
R: I found the letters.
L: What letters?
R: Don't give me 'What letters?', the letters.
L: What letters?
R: You went out with Lise Yates too, I found the letters she sent you.
L: Oh smeg!
R: All the time she was going out with me she must have been seeing you as
well, behind my back. And what is more, to pour salt into the wound, you
used to take her to the exact same places I used to take her and do the
exact same things.
L: Rimmer, it's not what it looks like.
R: That woman is unbelievable. We spent a night in a hotel in Southport and
made love six times. According to her letter you were in the exact same
hotel and you made love six times too.
L: Listen.
R: Twelve times a night? What is wrong with the woman? She's sex mad!
L: Listen!
R: It's a good job you were there. If I'd been on my own I'd have been dead
within a week. But it doesn't make sense, I mean, she loved me.
L: Listen, listen. She wasn't going out with us both at the same time.
R: Come on, I've checked the dates.
L: She wasn't going out with you at all.
R: She (stops). She didn't go out with me at all?
L: No, you've never even met her.
R: Is that the best you can do Lister? That's below feeble.
L: I went down to the hologram simulation suite and I gave you eight months
of my memory.
R: What?
L: It was a present.
R: You gave me eight months of your memory, as a present?
L: (nodding) Yeah.
R: That's why I was an orphan, even though my parents were alive. That's
why I had my appendix out, twice.
L: I thought it was what you needed.
R: You've destroyed me Lister. The woman I loved most in the whole world
didn't love me, she loved you.
L: Rimmer, listen. (Rimmer leaves silently) Rimmer, listen, Rimmer! Oh
Smeg! (he goes to sit down at the jigsaw looking upset)
C: You should have bought him a tie.
Rimmer is standing alone in the observation dome, staring into space.
Lister climbs the stairs to join him.
L: Come on Rimmer, you've experienced love. It made you more confident,
more secure.
R: It didn't happen. I never even met her.
L: It did happen. I mean you fell in love with her in a way I never did.
She's yours now and nothing can take her away from you.
R: That time she stuck her tongue down my ear. It wasn't my ear at all it
was your ear. The woman I loved most in the whole world had her tongue
down your ear. The most romantic thing I've ever had down my ear is a
Johnson's baby bud.
L: Come on, as far as you're concerned you had a love affair, right, which
was wonderful, yeah? And for some reason that you can't understand it
all went hideously wrong. Well so what, join the club bucko. It's just
you me and everybody else in the world.
R: I don't want to feel like this any more.
L: So, so you're in pain yeah? I know but Rimmer, if you go through life
without feeling, if you go through life never experiencing, you're no
better than a jellyfish. No better than a bank manager.
R: I don't want this feeling any more. I want my own memory back.
L: Ok, Ok, Ok. I'll erase the last four days. The incident will never have
happened.
R: But you'll know about it!
L: Well I'll erase my memory from Sunday too.
R: And the Cat's and Holly's.
L: Fine, if they agree.
R: And what about the black box.
L: (sighs) I'll destroy it.
R: It's indestructible.
L: Ok I'll shoot it off into space.
R: Someone might find it.
L: Ok, ok. We'll bury it. We'll bury it on some planet yeah?
The same bleak landscape as before appears before us. We see the black
box buried in its shallow grave. Rimmer is watching as Lister and the
Cat carry a large slab.
L: I'm going to drop it, I'm going to drop it! Put it down man, put it
down! (they drop the stone heavily)
C: Why does he want a grave stone?
L: He said he just wanted something somewhere. So it didnt, like,
disappear.
They pick up the stone again and carry it on a bit. The crater it left
behind looks rather like a footprint. After a short time they drop it
again and this time it lands on their feet.
L: Aaaagggghh! My foot! I've broken my foot! It's broken!
C: Help me find my toes.
The buggy is on screen again, jetting back to Red Dwarf. We are still in
flashback. Rimmer is lying on the bunk. Lister and the Cat enter. Lister
looks tired.
L: Ok, that's it. (he picks up his diary and tears out some pages) Let's go
and erase our memories.
They all troop out, or limp out in some cases. Lister stops and puts the
final piece into the jigsaw. The picture is of Red Dwarf in space. We
zoom into it.
Credits:
Rimmer: Chris Barrie
Lister: Craig Charles
Cat: Danny John-Jules
Holly: Norman Lovett
with:
Lise Yates: Sabra Williams
Written By: Rob Grant and Doug Naylor
Music: Howard Goodall
Graphic Designer: Mark Allen
Unit Manager: Kelvin Jones
Associate Producer: Ann Zahl
OB Lighting: David Parker
Vision Supervisor: John Battye
Technical Coordinator: Andrew Cowley
Camera Supervisor: Melvyn Cross
Vision Mixer: Jill Dornan
Prop Buyer: Mike Fallon
Visual Effects Designer: Peter Wragg
Videotape Editor: Ed Wooden
Production Team: Helen Campbell and Kate Preston
Assistant Floor Manager: Dona DiStefano
Production Assistant: Anna Staniland
Production Manager: Mike Agnew
Costume Designer: Jacki Pinks
Make-Up Designer: Bethan Jones
Sound Supervisor: Tony Worthington
Lighting Director: John Pomfrey
Designer: Paul Montague
Executive Producer: Paul Jackson
Produced and Directed By: Ed Bye
Notes and Trivia:
This is one of my favourite episodes. I like the way Rimmer interprets all the
clues to the 'aliens' and it all gets explained at the end, totally
differently.
I understand how Rimmer's memory could be erased, he's a hologram. Holly could
probably have it done too, but what about Lister and Cat?
Suppose Lister had got Holly to manufacture a similar fake incident and feed
it to Rimmer a la Virtual Reality. How should Rimmer then have felt? What if
he never found out? What if I have another drink? That's more like it!
This episode, along with 'Kryten' and 'Better Than Life' is on BBC Video BBCV
4749.
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Martin Smith | 'You've got a magic carpet for three people to fly to
[email protected] | the King of the Potato People to plead your case and
BT D&P London | you're trying to tell me you're sane?' - A.J. Rimmer
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