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Red Dwarf IV: "Dimension Jump"
Season IV, episode 5: Dimension Jump
Open to a view of two reddish-yellow planets and dramatic music. Pan
down to the front planet to show a city dome of some sort, then cut to
the inside of a large greenhouse structure. Rimmer's mother walks
out from between some foliage.
RIMMER'S MOTHER: Arnold? Arnold!
YOUNG RIMMER: [age 7, hanging upside-down from a tree] I'm here,
RM: [approaches him] Ah. You know your father and I have been
terribly worried about your progress at school.
YR: Yes, Mother.
RM: You just haven't been getting the marks we think you're capable
YR: No, Mother.
RM: Well, a few days ago I went to see the headmaster. He said it
might be in your best interest if you were to be kept back a year
-- if you were to stay in Junior D for another year.
RM: Is that all you've got to say?
YR: Well, it is quite difficult to talk when you're tied upside-down
to a tree.
RM: Have you been playing with Howard and Frank?
RM: Well, what on Earth were you playing?
YR: Well, I said it was such a shame we hadn't got a swing, and they
said they could make one. But I didn't realize they was going to
make one out of me.
RM: Well, that's nice, darling. Anyway, your father had a word with
the headmaster and we explained how much we wanted you to be a
test pilot in the Space Corps, like your brother John, and how
this could damage your chances. We got this this morning. [opens
a letter] You realize how important this is. This decision could
completely alter the whole course of your life.
"Twenty Years Later": Cut to external view of a small, sleek
spacecraft, then cut to inside view of the cockpit showing silver-
helmeted pilot, with music reminiscent of the film Top Gun. Shot of
the craft landing at a base, with "Space Corps Test Base/Mimas/Saturn"
superimposed. We see the pilot from behind, walking down a corridor
past a few uniformed men who applaud. Pan to his front, as he removes
his sunglasses to reveal a strong, cocksure, handsome man . . . Arnold
Rimmer. He walks up to Spanners, who looks just like Lister but with
short hair, a moustache, and eyeglasses, and a more "generic" English
SPANNERS: Woah! Welcome home, Ace!
ACE: Bless you, Spanners, old friend, it's good to be back.
S: Well, how's she behave?
A: The lightship? Like a frolicking filly in a harvest-time pasture.
How you and your boys down in Engineering got that crate to break
the light barrier I'll never know.
S: Well, some people might say it's the devilishly brave and handsome
guy in the cockpit that did it.
A: Tish, pshaw and nonsense. Any old twit can hug the event horizon
of a black hole, then loop-de-loop 'round the spinning singularity
at twice the speed of light, then slam the engines into reverse and
blast out of an imploding nebula! It's you and your guys with the
magic wrenches down on Engineering, Spanners. You're the ones that
break the records.
S: You'll be going to this party thing they're throwing for you
tonight, I suppose?
A: Good God, no. Heroes' welcomes with 21-gun salutes in front of the
entire Admiralty send me to the land of Nod, Spanners. I'll be
down in the mess with the salt-of-the-earth engineering boys as per
usual. See you there at 1900?
S: See ya' later, Ace. [They clasp hands and Ace strides off.]
What a guy!
Further down the corridor, Ace Rimmer encounters a chaplain who looks
remarkably like the Cat, dressed in plain coveralls and sporting a
pipe and grey moustache.
CHAPLAIN: Ah, welcome home, son. You've been in all of our prayers,
A: Bless you, Padre. How's little Tommy?
C: He's pulled t'rough. Be on his feet in no time, t'anks to you.
Sitting by his bedside day after day, night after night, holding
his hand, reading him stories...
A: You know me, chaplain. Any old excuse to get out of dinner with the
Admiral. Listen, 1900 we're having a bit of a bash down in the
mess. It would mean a lot to me if you were there.
C: Well, thank you, son.
C: Mmm. [Ace continues down the corridor.] What a guy!
Cut to the outer office of some superior officer. Ace strides in and
is greeted by the secretary, Mellie, who bears a not-so-surprising
resemblance to Holly, but with a whole body and shorter hair.
MELLIE: Say, you dog, you're back.
A: Did you ever doubt it, when I've got someone like you to come back
M: Ooo, if only it were true. What are you doing lunchtime?
A: Not sure. Why?
M: Because if you're interested, I'll be in my quarters, covered in
A: I'm sorry, Mellie, I don't fraternize with the staff.
M: I resign.
A: I'll be there at 1300.
Ace enters the inner office, which is occupied by Bongo, who could be
Kryten if only he were a tad more mechanical and had much squarer
BONGO: You're back.
A: 'Fraid so.
B: Had the feeling you might be. Rubber shares went up this morning.
A: You wanted to see me, Bongo?
B: Ever hear of a thing called the dimension theory of reality?
A: Doesn't that run along the lines of, there is an infinite number of
parallel universes where every possibility exists?
B: It's along those lines, yeah. The basic tenet states that for
every decision that's made, the alternative decision is played out
in another reality.
B: So, the lab boys have come up with a drive that can break the speed
A: Those boffins have hammered together a crate that can cross
dimensions? When do I launch?
B: It's a one-way ticket, Ace. There's no coming back.
A: I'm free at 1500.
B: You do realize, this is a prototype -- there's no way of knowing if
it'll even get there.
A: Where's there, exactly>
B: You'll be transported to an alternative reality, a reality where
there's another Arnold Rimmer. Some decision was made at some
point in your life where he went one way, and you went the other.
You might find he's quite different to you.
A: Sounds like quite a caper.
B: You'll do it?
A: I'm a test pilot in the Space Corps, Bongo. It's my job to do it.
B: I know that this prob'ly won't interest you, but I'd hate myself
for the rest of my life if I didn't at least suggest it.
A: Suggest what?
B: If you're interested, I'll be in my quarters at lunchtime, covered
in torama* salada.
A: I didn't know your bread was buttered that side, Bongo.
B: It isn't. I've been happily married for 35 years. It's just, a
chap like you can turn a guy's head.
A: I'm sorry, Bongo. Lunch is...on Mellie.
B: Would it make any difference if it was...hummus?
A: I'm sorry, Bongo. I'm strictly "butter-side-up".
B: Understood. [Ace leaves the office.] What a guy!
Cut to a hangar containing the prototype spacecraft. Mellie,
Spanners, Bongo and the chaplain are lined up to watch it take off.
C: God speed and bless you, son!
A: [in cockpit] All systems check. Let's get this cart up into the
big black. Ignition...chocks away... 'Bye, Bongo. 'Bye,
Spanners. 'Bye, Padre. 'Bye, Mellie. Smoke me a kipper, I'll be
back for breakfast.
ALL: 'Bye, Ace!
The prototype ship launches and moves away. Cut to the Red Dwarf,
inside a dim cabin. Rimmer is asleep on the bottom bunk, Lister is
lying on the top bunk, and Kryten is standing with a fishing hat and a
large net. Kryten holds his finger to his lips as Lister, wearing
fishing lures in his hat, quietly gets out of bed and gets a tackle
box from the corner.
RIMMER: Lights! [room brightens]
R: What are you doing?
L: [innocently] What are we doing?
R: Yes, what are you doing?
L: Just nipping down to the cinema, to catch the midnight movie.
R: What, dressed like that?
L: Yeah. Going to see Jaws.
R: You're going fishing, aren't you? That ocean planet we passed two
days ago. You're going fishing without me.
L: Oh, come off it, man. Don't be ridiculous.
The Cat walks in, also wearing fishing garb, although of a terribly
CAT: Hey, what are you doing with the lights on? Come on, let's get
out of here before --
R: I don't believe it. All three of you.
C: What's he talking about?
L: I dunno. For some reason he's got this crazy, wacked-out idea that
we're all going on a fishing holiday.
C: A fishing holiday?!
R: [picks up a note from the table, reads it] "Dear Rimmer, We have
gone on a fishing holiday to the ocean planet we passed two days
ago. We tried to wake you but couldn't. See you in three weeks.
L, K, and C."
KRYTEN: Oh, please, sir. They forced me to do it. I had no choice.
R: Why did you want to go without me?
L: We didn't want to go without you. We just thought it wasn't your
scene. I mean, fishing, that's boring, isn't it?
R: I love fishing! The glow of the dawn, the line arcing into the
L: That's it! That's exactly the reason we didn't invite you.
There's no fish.
K: That, at least, is true, sir. We sent down a search probe and
there is no marine life on the entire planet.
L: We're just gonna sit out on Starbug, dangle the rods over the side
and have a few cans, you know, chill out.
R: I don't believe anybody'd want to go on a fishing holiday where
they know there's no fish.
L: What, we used to do it all the time, back home. We used to go down
to the canal. Never any fish in that! We used to go condom
fishing. I swear! One time I caught this two-pound black ribbed
nobler! It was about that big! [holds hands about half a meter
R: Why didn't you just say, "Dear Rimmer, We're going on a fishing
holiday and we don't want you to come" ?
C: See, that's what I said we should say!
L: [to the Cat] Shh!
R: I don't know what it is about me. All my life, it's been the same
old story. It's not easy, you know, to come in every night, look
in that mirror, and see a guy nobody likes.
C: How do you think we feel? We got to look at it all day!
L: [shushes the Cat] Look, we just thought you wouldn't want to come.
R: I tried to be liked, God knows I tried. I regaled you with amusing
stories of when I was treasurer of the Hammond Organ Owners'
Society. You never laugh. I offer to talk you through my photo
collection of 20th century telegraph poles. You've always got some
excuse! None of you like morris dancing! Would that break your
hearts, every once in a while, the four of us getting our knees in
the air -- the jingle of bells, the clonk of wood on wood? But no,
every time I suggest it you all pretend to be ill.
L: You've got it wrong, man. We just thought you wouldn't want to
come. Now we know you do, great, you can come. The way you're
going on about it, it's like some major conspiracy, we've been
planning it for days. We haven't.
R: All right, then, I'll come. I'll just get changed. Holly?
HOLLY: [appears on the screen wearing a fishing cap] Oh, who woke him
Cut to a shot of Starbug leaving Red Dwarf and flying through space.
R: [OOV] Steady now, Kryten.
K: [OOV] Yes, sir.
Shift view to cockpit of Starbug, Kryten piloting, Rimmer sitting next
R: Best to get there in one piece than to rush it and cause an
K: I have passed my test, sir; I am a fully qualified pilot.
R: [pointing] Mind that star!
K: Wha- That star is over two light years away, sir. We're nowhere
R: There's no percentage in being a boy racer, Kryten. Okay, you've
passed your test-- Mind that planet!
K: Which planet?
R: [points] That planet!
K: That's- That's the planet we're heading to, sir.
R: Excellent. Excellent. Plot an orbital course, we'll be there in
K: Yes, sir, I have done, sir.
R: Yes, and get the second stage under way.
K: I already have done, sir.
R: But you haven't correlated the data with the main computer banks,
K: Yes, sir, I have, sir.
R: You know- You now your trouble, Kryten?
K: What, sir?
R: You're a git.
Shift view to the back compartment, where Lister and the Cat are
C: Stupid. Three weeks stuck with Captain Yawn.
L: Look, it wasn't my fault. I could've sweet-talked our way out of
it if you hadn't've blown the whole gaffe.
C: Me? What did I do?
L: I could've sweet-talked my way out of it, but oh, no, you had to
come blundering in with your size 12's.
C: You are so two-faced! Why haven't you got the guts just to tell
the dude nobody likes him?
L: Oh, yeah, great. Brilliant. What'm I supposed to say? "Excuse
me, man. D'you know you're about as popular as a horny dog at a
Miss Lovely Legs competition" ?
C: That's what I'd do! I'd say-- [Rimmer walks in] Hi, buddy, how's
R: Agh, I just had to get out of there. He's driving me nuts! I
cannot stand front-seat drivers. Well, come on, there's not a lot
going on in here. We're on holiday! Let's cheer things up a bit.
How 'bout some music? I've brought my Hammond CD's with me. How
about "Reggie Wilson plays the Lift Music Classics"? [Lister
shakes his head] What about "Sounds of the Supermarket: 20 Shopping
C: Has anyone seen the keys to the medical cabinet? I feel a sudden
urge to suffocate myself with a two-pound black ribbed nobler.
L: Not Reggie Wilson, please, Rimmer.
R: You don't like Reggie Wilson? What? Not even "Pop goes Delius" or
"Funking up Wagner"?
L: I prefer something slightly more melodious, like the long,
drawn-out death rattle of a man suffering from terminal flatulence.
R: Come on, you bores. Let's do something. How about we all sing
campfire songs? [sings] Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya. -- Everyone!
Kryten! -- Kumbaya, Kumbaya.
H: [appears on the screen] Purple alert, purple alert!
L: What's a purple alert?
H: Well, it's sort of like, not as bad as a red alert, but a bit worse
than a blue alert. Kind of like a mauve alert, don't want to say
R: Holly! Wipe the rabid foam from your chin and start again.
H: There's some sort of disruption to the time-fabric continuum. At
least, I presume that's what it is, it's certainly got all the
signs. There's this big wibbly-wobbly swirly thing that's headed
straight towards us.
R: [runs forward to cockpit; to Kryten] What is it?
K: I don't know, sir. Whichever way I maneuver it follows us! It
seems to be locked in on us. Wait -- there's something coming out
of it. It's going to hit us! Collision course!
Ace's ship comes out of the swirly thing, headed straight for Starbug.
K: Good God! Emergency, emergency! Adopt crash procedure!
R: [runs back to rear compartment] Where's the card? Who's got the
L: What card?
R: The plastic card, the plastic card with the cartoons of the crash
procedure on it!
L: Don't panic, man!
R: It should be in the netting behind the seats. Haven't we got to
sit behind a woman clutching a baby? What's the drill?!
L: Look, I know what is it!
L: Sit down, tuck your head between your legs and brace yourself.
R: [does] Now what?
L: Then you open the in-flight magazine and start reading. Thing is*,
the articles act as a sedative. I mean, look at this: "Contents
List: Salt, an Epicure's Delight; Classic Wines of Estonia; Flemish
Weaving the Traditional Way." [to the Cat, whose head is lolling]
Don't fight it, man, let it take you.
R: How can you be so mind-bogglingly flippant? Don't you know what's
going to happen? We're going to crash!
L: You've got to stay calm! It's a well-known fact, the more relaxed
you are, the less likely you are to be injured.
K: Good luck, everybody, here it comes!
Ace's ship strikes Starbug a glancing blow.
L: [reads] The ancient Egyptians were great believers in salt.
C: [reads] When most people think of classic wines, they are unlikely
to consider the Estonian reds, yet Estonian grapes are among the
fruitiest and most subtle.
R: [reads] Since the beginning of the 13th century, Belgium has been
the home of some of the most remarkable weaving to come out of
Starbug crashes on the ocean world below, crashing through a jagged
pile of rock and landing in the water. Kryten comes back to the
others. Only Rimmer is still in his seat; Lister has been thrown
behind some debris and the Cat is lying on the floor under more junk.
K: Is everyone all right?
R: Yes, thank God, I'm fine.
L: [stands up] Cat!
C: Oh, it's bad, buddy, it's real bad. [Lister and Rimmer uncover
him] See what I mean? [points to leg] Red with apricot. I look
like a jerk. I'm bleeding an unfashionable color. If I'd known I
was going to get my leg crushed I'd've worn white. It goes with
L: Is anything broken?
C: Yeah. All the stitching's come away, and the lining's ripped.
Somebody, please, get me a tailor!
L: Kryten, get the First Aid box. We have to clean this up, make sure
he doesn't get gangrene.
C: Gangrene? You think I might get gangrene?
C: Hey, that might work! Green with apricot -- I think I could pull
K: It's a break, sir. Quite a bad one. I'm going to have to snap the
bone back into line, and there's no anaesthetic.
L: Here, read the in-flight magazine.
C: [reads] "Salt: an epicure's delight. The salt on a typ --"
[crack!] Oooh, my God!
K: Did it hurt?
C: No, I'm talking about the article! Have you done my leg yet?
R: Holly, what's the damage?
H: [appears on the screen, tilted 45 degrees clockwise] It doesn't
look good. We've lost the port engine, the starboard engine's
packed up, the fuel line's severed, we're taking in water through
the hull, we've lost the landing jets, half the electric's out, and
the elastic's snapped on the furry dice.
R: What does that mean in real terms?
H: Well, it means you got a more tasteful cockpit. but unless you fix
that starboard engine in the next 40 minutes we're going to start
R: Anything we can do?
H: We could try to hire a dance band and get it to play "Abide With
L: I'm going to have to go out there and fix the engine.
R: You don't know anything about engines!
K: Besides, there's a 40-knot gale out there. You'd have to be insane
to even attempt it. Only a fool or a hero would even consider it.
Cut to view of Ace's craft, then into its cockpit.
A: Bingo! Down there, they've ditched into the drink. I'm bailing
COMPUTER VOICE: [just like Holly's] But, Ace, it's a suicide mission!
A: I caused the smash, should apologize. Only manners. Bring her
'round for another pass.
CV: Please, Ace, don't go. I love you.
A: Stiff upper modem, old girl. Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for
View shifts back to Starbug as Ace walks in.
A: Name's Commander Rimmer. Arnold Rimmer. Friends call me "Ace".
I've come from another dimension. Explain later. But first of
all, let's get you out of this pit. [to Kryten] What do they call
K: Uh, Kryten, sir.
A: Series 4000 mechanoid, am I right? Salt of the Space Corps. [to
A: I'm sorry, you reminded me of a fellow I once knew. What's your
L: Lister. Dave Lister.
A: Of course it is. Put it there, Dave. You look a gr3eat bloke to
be in a scrape with. [looks at the Cat] What about the guy in the
L: He hasn't got a name; we just call him Cat.
A: Looks like you bought yourself a broken leg there, Cat. I love the
Cuban heels. [looks at Holly] Who's the beautifully* delicious,
stunningly gorgeous computer?
H: Holly. [swoons off side of screen]
Rimmer walks in.
A: My God, it's me, only much more handsome! Well, looks like I'm
superfluous. Old Arnie'll have you out of here in no time!
L: He's a hologram. He can't touch anything.
A: [to Rimmer] Dead. eh? Well, commiserations, old man. What a
crashing bore that must be.
R: You're me?
A: Don't quite understand the science, but it's got something to do
with us living identical lives up until a certain point, where a
decision was made, and you went one way, I went the other. [to
all] Still, can't hang around chin-wagging all day. Let's get this
box up into the air, shall we? What's your plan, Arn?
R: I haven't got one.
A: Okay, right, well, um... I suggest this: the starboard engine is
repairable, but it's a two-man job. Any volunteers?
L: Yeah, okay, count me in. I've got a window in my schedule this
A: Not so fast, Davy boy, you leapt in so quick you didn't give Arnie
here a chance to speak. He was just about to volunteer, weren't
R: No, I wasn't.
A: Okay, well, um, let's get cracking, shall we, Dave? What's the
starboard engine's thrust-to-input ratio, Arn?
R: What's that?
A: Well, you can work it out: what's the craft's inertia rating?
R: I don't know.
A: Well, what's the p.s.i.?
R: I don't know!
A: Oh. Okay, we'll work it out when we get there, shall we? Come on,
Dave, better grab a brolly, there's a bit of a drizzle outside.
K: [to Ace] Sir, can I have a word in private?
A: Of course, old friend! Excuse us.
Ace and Kryten move into the cockpit and Kryten closes the door aft.
A: What's the prob, Kryters*?
K: Well, I have a limited understanding of medicine, sir, but it's
plainly obvious even to me that your left arm is broken in several
A: Took a bit of a tumble in the landing. It's only a scratch.
K: I cannot allow you to go out in this storm, sir. Not with your arm
in that condition. I must insist you allow me to go in your place.
A: I see. [turns away from Kryten] The Series 4000 isn't waterproof,
K: That's besides the point, sir.
A: Look, I'll tell you what we'll do. [turns around and punches
Kryten, who falls into the pilot's seat] Sorry, old chum, no
option. [returns to the aft compartment] Arnie, Kryten's taken a
bit of a whack. I want you to rewire his circuitry and bring him
A: You don't know how to do that?
A: [turns away] Come on, Dave, let's catch a breath of fresh air. [to
Rimmer] Smoke me a kipper...can you do that? I'll be back for
Ace and Lister head out, and Rimmer gives Ace's back a middle-finger
salute. Cut to outside, in a raging storm, where Lister and Ace are
standing on a sort of catwalk along Starbug's hull.
A: [shouts] What's your favorite music, Dave?
A: Keeps your spirits up if you* sing a song.
L: I like rasta* Billy Skank.
Lister cries out as he slips and falls through the railing. He grabs
the rail and hangs off the side of the catwalk. Ace dangles his
(broken) left arm down to him.
A: Grab my arm, Dave! Grab my arm! [Lister does, and hauls himself
back up.] 'Fraid I'm going to have to do something a bit sissy
now: black out. [slumps against Lister for about three seconds]
Sorry about that! Let's get cracking*! [sings] Whether you like
rasta,* Billy -- Go on, Dave, sing that song!
L and A: [sing] Whether you like OBrasta,* Billy...
Cut back to inside Starbug.
C: [mutters] Paisley with stripes. That's nice. Green anoraks with
fuzzy collars, they're great.
K: Oh, sir, he's delirious!
C: Oh, rubber trousers, held down with bicycle clips. Wow!
R: "Commander Rimmer"! I ask you. "Ace"! Barf city. I bet you
anything he wears women's underwear. They're all the same, this
type, you know, Hurly-burly, rough-n-tumble macho marines in
public, and behind closed doors he'll be parading up and down in
taffeta ballgowns, drinking mint juleps, whipping the houseboy.
K: Sir, he's you! It's just that your lives diverged at a certain
point in time.
R: Yes, I went into the gents and he went the other way.
K: I assume, sir, you are making fatuous references to his sexuality.
If I may point out, if --
Ace and Rimmer come in, jubilant, and do a little celebratory dance
like professional athletes sometimes do after winning a match.
L: Yes! We did it!
A and L: A wooga, a wooga, a wah, a wah, a wooga, a wooga, a wah!
A: [to Lister] What a team! How you got that housing clear I'll never
L: Come on, Ace, it was you! I could never have reconnected that fuel
A: Well, I wouldn't have been able to do it if you hadn't been holding
L: Well how could you hang upside down and fix the starboard engine?
It was totally brutal!
A: What a team.
L: What a team!
R: Now I know where I've seen you two! Weren't you the double-action
centerfold in July's issue of "Big Boys in Boots"?
A: Now, look here, Arnie. You can say what you like about me, but I
won't hear a word against Skipper here.
A: A man like him deserves a nickname. I thought "Skipper" sat rather
R: "Ace and Skipper"? You sound like a kid's TV series about a boy
and his bush kangaroo!
A: Don't listen to him, Skipper. Let's get this tea chest back up
into the stars and back to the small rouge one, eh?
R: Yeah, the sooner we get back the sooner you two can climb into a
nice, hot, soapy bath and play "spot the submarine".
K: Sir -- the Cat -- I don't think he's going to last much longer!
The Cat is on the floor, all four limbs in the air. View changes to
Starbug landing inside Red Dwarf, then the Cat being wheeled along on
C: Bry* nylon underwear. Sock suspenders. Suits with cardigans!
K: Oh, sir, he's delirious! His leg's all swollen. I- I think he may
L: Lose his leg?!
K: I fear so. The operation to save it is beyond my expertise.
C: Lose my leg? Hey, that's terrible. None of my suits will fit!
A: Kryten, I'll need 500 cc's of corticoadrenaline, two pints of
plasma, a laser scalpel, and some kind of tissue sample a
microboliton* will do.
R: [disgusted] Oh, my God!
A: Field microsurgery: all part of basic training in the Space Corps
Special Service. I'll go scrub up.
R: I'll go and throw up.
Fade to view of Lister and Rimmer's cabin. Rimmer is there, and
Lister walks in.
R: How's the Cat?
L: Oh, Ace did it. Cat's fine now, he's just sitting up in bed
looking through some swatches. Trying to find the material he
likes for his dressings. I don't know how Ace does it. He's been
on his feet for 36 hours, he's still laughing and joking. What a
guy. He's just nipped off to teach Kryten how to play the piano.
R: So, is it simple registry office, or a full church do for you two?
L: I don't understand your attitude, Rimmer. He's you!
R: He's not me, I'm me. He's a me who had all the luck, all the
chances. all the breaks that I never got.
L: No, it was just a single incident. And your lives went off in
completely different directions. It's incredible to think that one
decision in your childhood could produce such drastically different
R: Right. He probably got to go to some really great school, while I
was lumbered with Io House. He got to meet all the right people,
greased his way up the old boy network, towel-flicked his way into
the Space Corps, Masonic-handshook his way into flight school, and
brown-tongued his way up the ranks.
L: You'd think you'd be pleased that somewhere, in some other
dimension, there's another you, another you doing really well for
R: Oh, come on. How'd you feel if some git arrived from another
dimension, another Lister, with wall-to-wall charisma and a Ph.D.
in being handsome and wonderful?
L: Hey, man, I am that Lister!
R: No, come on, how would you feel if there was another Lister doing a
hell of a lot better that you are?
L: There is! Ace knows him. That's why he called me Spanners when he
first came in. In Ace's dimension, he's a flight engineer in the
Space Corps, married to Christine Kochanski, twin boys, Jim and
Bexon*. I made up for him! Whatever he did that I didn't, he
deserves the lot. For me it makes sense, him having all this
stuff. To think that in every dimension, every possibility is
played out -- hell, there's probably a really, really weird
dimension where you're better-looking than me.
R: Well, it just makes me bitter. You know I've always had this thing
about not getting the breaks. Well, there's living proof of what I
could've achieved if I'd gotten the one he got.
A: [calls in from corridor] Skipper, got a mo'?
R: Go on, he's probably picked a ring.
Lister goes out to the corridor, where Ace is just finishing sewing up
his own left arm.
A: Skipper, I've decided I'm not going to stay.
A: Him and me. It would never work. I just can't stand to be near
the man. To see myself so warped, so bitter, so weasely. The
man's a maggot.
L: So where're you going to go?
A: Just out there. I can't go back, But there's a billion other
realities to explore. A billion other Arnold Rimmers to meet.
Maybe somewhere there's one who's more of a pain in the butt than
him. But I doubt it.
L: Well, good luck, man. And, look, don't be too hard on Rimmer. You
got the break, he didn't. He's just bitter.
A: D'you know what that break was? At the age of seven, one of us was
kept back a year, the other wasn't. [Gestures to knot on his arm
stitches] Put your finger on that, will you, Skipper? [Tugs
sharply on thread and breaks it]
L: And that's the only difference? Rimmer went down a year, and you
A: No, I was the one who went down a year. By his terms, he got the
break. But being kept down a year made me. The humiliation...
Being the tallest boy in the class by a clear foot. It changed me,
made me buckle down, made me fight back. And I've been fighting
back ever since.
L: While he spent the rest of his life making excuses.
A: Maybe he's right. Maybe I did get the lucky break... I'll grab my
things and be off, Dave. Smoke me a kipper, Skipper, I'll be back
Ace walks off along the corridor. We shift to see Rimmer hunched over
next to a robot arm which is holding a line attached to something big
suspended over a doorway.
R: Ha, hah. [to robot arm] Ready? [arm nods up and down] I'll smoke
him a smegging kipper.
Ace passes through the rigged doorway.
The robot arm pulls the line, and nothing happens. Ace looks up over
the doorway at the big object still suspended there and shakes his
head. Closing shot is Ace's craft leaving Red Dwarf to the
accompaniment of another Top Gun theme.
A Star Wars scroll reads: In the decades that followed, Ace Rimmer
searched countess realities and met thousands of different Arnold
Rimmers. However he never encountered an Arnold Rimmer as deeply sad
and worthless as the one he'd met aboard Red Dwarf. His impossible
search continues. . .
Rimmer's voice: It's Wednesday night; it's amateur Hammond organ
recital night. Okay, take it away, skutters!
The end theme song is played as on a Hammond organ, rather stylized,
with plenty of repetitive background and no vocals.
Mrs. Rimmer: Kalli Greenwood
Young Rimmer: Simon Gaffney
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