"Right candidate could go straight to the bottom."
- Something a bit more low-key. - "Busy London Restaurant requires dish dirtier"?
- Anything else? - Ah, this looks interesting.
"Theatrical agent requires novelty acts."
- What do we do that's a novelty? - In this world, everything.
- Three weeks we been doing this. - We'll do it till we find them.
We ain't gonna find 'em. They're gone, buddy.
But look on the bright side... they're gone, buddy!
Don't you care about anyone but yourself?
Hell, no. I don't even care about you.
The way I see it, if Goalpost-Head and Freak-Face want to get themselves lost, that's their bag.
I don't see why it should cut into my preening time.
You realise with all this rescue stuff, I haven't permed my leg hairs in a week?
- I'm a wreck. - You perm your leg hairs?
Only as an aid to the natural curl.
- Fasten your belt. - Hey, I do not need fashion tips from you.
SAFETY belt. Look.
Is that what I think it is?
- What do you think it is? - An orange whirly thing in space
It's a time hole. That's where they are. We're going in.
- Are you crazy?! You can't go in there! - Why not?
Orange with this suit?!
Where are we?
I don't believe this. According to the NaviComp, this is Earth.
(LISTER) Engage cloak. I'm takin' her down.
- (CAT) What did you do that for? - Well, we don't want to freak the natives.
(METALLIC CLUNK)
Hey. What's the matter?
I dunno. I think me ribs are cracked. And me back.
- Is my eye bruised? - Yeah, it is.
- What's that? - It's a homing device.
It'll find their flight recorder.
Yonder.
I'm home.
- You found anything? - Well, the Bug's there, but they're not.
You're dry.
That's weird.
Let's take a look around. Maybe they left us a clue or something.
(LISTER) What's this?
Ah, man they must have left them to tell us where they'll be.
- What's it say? - Dunno, it's in some weird language.
"Srehtorb." That must be Polish or Bulgarian or somethin'.
- You speak Bulgarian? - Bulgarian, me?! I can hardly speak English.
What's this?
Nodnol? Hang on! Wait a minute! Nodnol. Nod-nol.
- It's in Bulgaria isn't it? - Are you sure?
Absolutely, Geography was my number-one subject at school.
Nodnol, Bulgaria - rich in animal produce and mineral wealth, just south of Bosnia.
- What's "selim"? - Well, obviously, Bulgarian for kilometres.
You're so smart. I'm glad I came with you.
Well, we are the smart party.
(BOTH MAKE BEATBOX SOUNDS)
(RAPS) I didn't come here lookin' for trouble
I just came to do the Red Dwarf shuffle!
(CAT) He's smart
(BOTH) He's smart
(LISTER) My ribs are killing me. Let's find some transport.
Come on! Let's go! Go! Come on!
!yeH !yeH
!mednat ruo s'taht ,sdratsab gnibbor uoy ,iO
Bye, suckers! You lost your bike!
Start pedalling, man! Start pedalling!
- What's happening here? Get this thing in forward gear! - It IS in forward gear!
Stop! Stop!
No more. I'm not moving another yard on this thing.
I'm getting a parting in the back of my head.
It's these cheap Bulgarian bikes.
You probably have to queue up for a year to get this piece of crap.
You probably have to be a government official to get one that goes forwards.
Yo, matey. Excuse me. Excuse me.
?nodraP
Erm, No, I don't speak any Bulgarian. Do you speak English?
?snairagluB uoy era ,hsilgnE m'I ,yrroS
We're lookin' for our friend. Erm...friendski.
Uh... Our budski? Palski?
There's an addresski hereski.
Can you, erm...drop us offski?
!kcab eht ni poH .bup siht wonk I ,eruS
- Rock'n'roll. -Thankski verski muchski, budski.
(CAT) Hey! Hey! Hey! We're movin' in the right direction now.
(DOG BARKS BACKWARDS)
This is the place.
My eye! Me back feels like it's been cut to ribbons!
Moan, moan, moan, moan, moan!
!srehtorB esreveR lanoitasneS eht ot eybdoog mraw ,gib a evig dna trapa sdnah ruoy ekat ot uoy tnaw I ,nemeltneg dna seidaL
Ladies and gentlemen, olleh, olleh, olleh.
Welcome to the show.
(ROARS OF LAUGHTER)
- That's a joke? - For our first trick tonight,
my partner Kryten will attempt to eat a boiled egg...
- forwards. - (ALL GASP)
(CRIES OF DISGUST AND AMUSEMENT)
This is entertainment to these people? It's pathetic.
They're Bulgarian. They have very simple tastes.
I have it. It's a moron convention.
Check the coat room. If there are 20 jackets, all white,
with arms that tie behind the neck, You know I'm right.
And what better way to round off a meal, ladies and gentlemen
than by drinking a glass of water?
- Kryten. - Whoa, stick around.
They're building up to a big climax.
We are the Sensational Reverse Brothers , ladies and gentlemen.
We shall see you last night.
(APPLAUSE AND CHEERING)
Let's get a drink and go backstage. Hello? Excuse me?
Can I have two pints of bitter, please?
- Bitter. Two pints. - She can't understand you, buddy
- You're wasting your time. - Yo, matey, what's that you're drinkin' there?
Y'know, drinking, Beerski?
Ah, rettib. Two pints of rettib, please.
- Rettib? - Two.
Was that difficult? No, we're the smart party.
Rettib. Rettib.
.slleb elgniJ
(BACKWARDS SLURPING)
(SPEAKS BACKWARDS)
This isn't Bulgaria. Look at that menu. "Unem."
It's English, but backwards. Everything's backwards.
- Everything's backwards? - Yeah.
Right!
Well, as they say, when in Rome, do as the Snamor do.
- Up the hatch. - Booties down.
What do you mean, you don't want to leave?!
- We're happy. - We've found a niche.
We're the Sensational Reverse Brothers.
We've only been here three weeks, and we're a big hit.
- Rimmer, everything is backwards. - We've got used to it.
It's true, once you get over the initial shock, things actually make a lot more sense this way round.
There's no death here. You start off dead, you have a funeral, then come to life.
As each year passes, you get younger and younger until you become a newborn baby.
Then you go back inside your mother,
who goes back inside her mother, and so on,
until eventually we all become one glorious whole.
Rimmer, you already are one glorious hole.
- You've totally flipped, man. - We want to stay.
But we can't stay. Look, I'm 25 now. In 10 years' time, I'll be 15.
I'll have to go through puberty again. Backwards.
Imagine that. Your gajimbas will suddenly rise back into your body,
and next thing you know, you're singing soprano in the school choir.
And worse than that, in 25 years, I'll be a little sperm,
swimming around in somebody's testicles.
I mean, pardon me, but that's just not how I saw my future.
I'm telling you, things are better this way. It's our universe that's the wrong way round.
Take war. War is a wonderful thing here.
In 50 years' time, the Second World War will start...backwards.
- That's a good thing? - Millions of people will come to life.
Hitler will retreat across Europe, liberate France and Poland,
disband the Third Reich and bog off back to Austria.
We're smash hits, here. We'd be crazy to leave.
Rimmer, we don't belong here. This place is crazy.
Crazy? Death, disease, famine - there's none of that here.
There's no crime. Our first night we were here, a mugger jumped us
and forced £50 into my wallet at knifepoint.
OK, OK. But look at the flipside of the coin. It's not all good.
Take someone like, say, St Francis of Assisi.
In this universe, he's the petty-minded little sadist
who goes around maiming small animals.
Or Santa Claus - what a bastard!
- Eh? - He's the big fat git
who sneaks down chimneys and steals all the kids' favourite toys.
!uoy ot skcolloB .uoy fo tol eht etah I ,ti enod ev'dluoc ydobyna ,parc s'tca ruoy yawynA
What fight? we didn't start any fight? - What's he saying?
.tog S'EH efil das roop a tahw ,gniyas m'I s'taht hsibbur eht tuo krow yllautca dna dnuor ti nrut
gnidrocer siht fo dloh teg ot derehtob s'ohw yrtnuoc eht ni tarp eno eht gnisserdda m'I.
uoy gnisserdda yllautca ton m'I tub ,uoy ta gnitniop m'I ,uoy ta gnitniop m'I ,uoy dnA
?uoy t'nera ,tig dlab dedaeh-erauqs diputs a era uoY
(KNOCKING)
- We're fired! Something about a fight. - You've been with us all night.
He says we'll never work the pub circuit again.
Oh, for smeg's sake! Be reasonable!
(BACKWARDS CONVERSATION)
- Tell him about the contract, the contract thing. - Oh the contract, yep.
- He can't just sack us like that.
(SPEAKS BACKWARDS)
- What's that about? - Dunno, Rimmer in a fight? That's a laugh.
- So, what's the plan? - I dunno, see what happens.
If they don't change their minds, head back without them, I suppose. My back!
We just gotta get out of here. This universe is just too disgusting.
!sdratsab ydoolb uoY
- What's the matter with him? - !eip gniddos ym deffocs-nu ev'uoY
I think we've just uneaten his pie.
Unbelievable. We didn't start a fight.
Look, I'm sorry, man. We were just... Ah!
- (CAT) Are you OK? - My black eye's gone!
He just sucked it off me face with his fist! Oh!
- Now he's uncracked me ribs! - We don't want any trouble.
No, no, you don't understand. All this mess, all this debris,
is from the fight we got fired for, this is from a fight we're about to have!
ABOUT to have? I don't wanna be involved in a bar room brawl.
It's not a bar room brawl. It's a bar room tidy. Unrumble!
- Where are you going, you coward. - I've just worked out what happens to me back.
Here, matey, have your tooth back.
(BACKWARDS CHATTER)
.noitcA
Good one, gentlemen. Thanks for your support. Let's go.
I've forgotten something.
- (SPEAKS BACKWARDS) - What the hell? It's a good cause.
How much is that, matey?
Oh, aye, yeah!
(CABBIE) Oi!
Tight git.
You know, it could have worked. It really could. Where's the Cat?
He won't be long. He's...you know...in the bushes.
We've got to stop him.
Don't ask!
# 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 #
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