"Psirens" 1. RED DWARF Series VI Episode 1 "Psirens" 1 Model Shot. 1 Starfield. We pan to reveal enormous sun. After a pause, Starbug beetles across the disk of the sun. 2 Int. Obs. deck. 2 Dark. Various consoles click into life as we pan around the room, and come to rest on two deep sleep units. Suddenly, one of them flares with blue light from the inside, and its hood hisses back, revealing a slowly-waking, bearded LISTER, wearing soiled long johns. He sits up. His mouth tastes vile. He notices his fingernails and toenails are six inches long. LISTER pads across the room, and starts to cut his nails in a desk-mounted pencil sharpener. He catches his reflection in a blank TV screen. LISTER (To his reflection) Who the hell are you? 3 Int. (OB) Starbug engine room. 3 KRYTEN empties some waste into a large hatch marked 'Waste Compactor' and presses the start button. Crushing sounds. He opens the hatch and takes out the garbage, now in a perfect cube. 4 Int. Mid-section. 4 More hi-tech than before. Light panels line the back wall. Switches, radar screens, etc. There is a large flatbed scanner screen, which doubles as a table, surrounded by four chairs. KRYTEN climbs up the spiral staircase with the waste cube. LISTER is standing there, looking a bit nonplussed. KRYTEN Welcome back on-line, sir. How are you feeling? LISTER I can't remember anything. I don't know who I am. What is this place? Who are you? As he speaks, KRYTEN places the cube in a waste disposal chute and launches it into space. (CONTINUED) 2. "Psirens" 4 CONTINUED: 4 KRYTEN Ah, you have a touch of amnesia. That's quite common after such a long period in Deep Sleep. You've been out for just over two hundred years. LISTER Two hundred years? KRYTEN Actually, I woke you last spring, but you absolutely insisted on another three months. LISTER What did you say my name was? KRYTEN Lister, sir. LISTER And you are -? LISTER follows KRYTEN into... 5 Int. Galley. 5 KRYTEN Kryten. I was just preparing your breakfast tray. LISTER examines the tray. LISTER These cornflakes have got grated raw onions sprinkled over them. KRYTEN That's how you like them, sir. LISTER Do I? (Sips from glass. Winces.) This orange juice is revolting. KRYTEN That's not orange juice, sir. That's your early-morning pick-me-up. Chilled vindaloo sauce. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 3. 5 CONTINUED: 5 LISTER I drink curry sauce for breakfast? KRYTEN Depends on your mood. If you get up in the afternoon, you often prefer to start the day with a can of last night's flat lager. That's why you sleep with a tea strainer by your bed: to sieve out the cigar dimps. LISTER I drink, I smoke, I have curry sauce for breakfast? Raw onions on my cereal? I sound like some barely human grossed-out slime ball. KRYTEN Oh excellent, sir. It's all flooding back then? LISTER No. None of it is. KRYTEN sets a box in front of LISTER. KRYTEN Perhaps these will help. Your personal artifacts. You asked me to keep them safe. LISTER takes out a photo. KRYTEN Kristine Kochanski. You dated her for three weeks once. Before she discarded you for a catering officer. LISTER She's beautiful. KRYTEN It's your ambition, sir, somehow to get her back and lie on top of her and move up and down rapidly in that curious way that humans find so agreeable. Personally, I prefer partnership whist. LISTER takes out a book. (CONTINUED) 4. "Psirens" 5 CONTINUED: 5 LISTER Ah! Wait a minute. This feels more like it. Aristotle's Metaphysica. At last -- something wholesome and commendable about me. KRYTEN Hardly, sir. You use that book to hide your secret Polaroid collection of naked ex- girlfriends. LISTER (Looking through them) God, I went out with a lot of nurses, didn't I? KRYTEN I don't believe those are authentic uniforms, sir. Note the astonishing brevity of those hemlines. I believe all those girls are imposters, pretending to belong to the medical profession for some nefarious purpose as yet unknown. KRYTEN hands LISTER his guitar. LISTER Is this mine? Do I play the guitar? KRYTEN Do you play the guitar? Do I have a head shaped like an amusing ice cube? Why don't you chock out a few power chords? See if anything comes back to you. LISTER plucks tunelessly at the strings. KRYTEN The Axeman's back! LISTER Don't patronize me. I can't play the guitar. Anyone with half an ear can tell that. KRYTEN Please, sir -- you are not yourself at present. When you're fully functional, and your personality's restored, you will firmly believe that you can play the guitar like the ghost of Hendrix. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 5. 5 CONTINUED: 5 LISTER Is there something good you can tell me about myself? Something laudable? KRYTEN Laudable... Well, you frequently help me with my laundry duties by wearing your underpants inside out and extending their wear time by three weeks. LISTER I'm an animal! I'm a tasteless, uncouth, tone-deaf, mindless, revolting, randy, blokeish, semi-literate space bum. KRYTEN (Gives him a bear hug.) Welcome back, Davey! KRYTEN open the fridge, gets out RIMMER's frozen light bee and pops it into a pan of boiling water. LISTER What's that? KRYTEN Mr Rimmer, sir. He's a hologram, sir. This is his light bee. LISTER Rimmer... He's my best mate, isn't he? KRYTEN You _are_ sick, sir. I'm getting woried. Maybe a little synaptic enhancer will do the trick. KRYTEN takes out syringe gun and fires it into LISTER's neck. KRYTEN takes the light bee out of the water and places it in an egg cup. And LISTER follows KRYTEN into 6 Int. Mid-dection. 6 KRYTEN places the light bee on the scanner and sits in front of the computer screen on the rearwall. KRYTEN Initiating boot-up sequence. (CONTINUED) 6. "Psirens" 6 CONTINUED: 6 KRYTEN taps some panels on the keyboard, and the light bee flares into life and hovers out of the egg cup. KRYTEN Download physical form. RIMMER's image crackles into existence around the light bee, in black and white, with ripples of white noise interference. KRYTEN Access personality banks. On the screen, a bar chart appears. KRYTEN Download characteristics. Load arrogance. The first bar (a tall one) shrinks towards the bottom of the screen, like liquid being poured from a vial, to the accompaniment of appropriate computer sound effects. KRYTEN Load charisma. The second bar (a very, very short one) disppears off the screen with a single blip! KRYTEN Load neuroses. The next, the longest bar, drains off the screen. Followed by the next, and the next, and the next... RIMMER becomes fully formed and colourful. KRYTEN Download memory. As RIMMER recieves his memory, his face contorts into various combinations of horror, shock, anguish, and occasional brief spasms of joy. He gets his bearings. LISTER Oh. _That_ Rimmer. 7 Int. Mid-section. 7 (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 7. 7 CONTINUED: 7 They are all sitting around the scanner scope. The CAT is cracking the head of a boiled mouse in an egg cup. RIMMER is looking at him aghast. LISTER is tucking into his cornflakes. LISTER Good cornflakes. Nice and oniony. Pass me the Tabasco sauce -- just needs a bit more pep in it. KRYTEN Congratulations, sir. You seem to be on your way to full recall. Next thing you know, you'll be convinced you can play the guitar. LISTER (Astonished) I can play the guitar! I'm a diva, man. I can make that lump of wood sing like a Yukon bear trapper on his annual visit to the brothel. CAT That's as may be, bud. But the deal stays the same. LISTER I know, I know. If I want to strum my guitar, I have to put on a suit and do it in outer space. Peasants. LISTER liberally douses the cornflakes with Tabasco, then swigs from the bottle. KRYTEN Suggest we begin the debriefing. Mr Rimmer? RIMMER Thank you Kryten. Gentlemen, as we're all aware, we have lost Red Dwarf. This is not the time for small-minded, petty recrimination. The time for that is when LISTER is court-martialled after we get back to Earth. LISTER I didn't lose it. (CONTINUED) 8. "Psirens" 7 CONTINUED: 7 RIMMER You're the one who parked it, Lister. You're the one who couldn't remember which planetoid you'd left it around. LISTER Yeah, but they all look the same, those little blue-green planetoids. They're all sort of little, blue-green and planetoidy. KRYTEN Sirs, please, there's no advantage in finger- pointing. We didn't lose Red Dwarf. Red Dwarf was stolen. By persons... or life forms unknown. CAT Who would steal a gigantic red trash can with no brakes and three million years on the clock? KRYTEN Rogue droids... Genetically engineered life forms... Figments of Mr Lister's imagination made solid by some weird space ray. Who knows? The important thing is, after two hundred years of following their vapour trail, we have them. LISTER What d'you mean? KRYTEN clears some breakfast things off the scanner screen. KRYTEN They've been forced to make a massive detour to circumnavigate this asteroid belt. However, Starbug is small enough to negotiate its way directly through the middle. For the first time in two centuries, we have the oppurtunity to head them off at the pass, as it were, and recover Holly. CAT Well, what are we waiting for? (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 9. 7 CONTINUED: 7 RIMMER Without deflectors? What about Space Corps Directive one-seven-four-two? KRYTEN One-seven-four-two? 'No member of the Corps should ever report for active duty in a ginger toupee'? Thanks for reminding us of that regulation, sir. But is it really that pertinent in this particular situation? RIMMER One-seven-four-_three_, then. KRYTEN Oh, I _see_. 'No registered vessel should attempt to transverse an asteroid belt without deflectors.' RIMMER Yes? God, he's pedantic. LISTER Rimmer, check out the supply situation. (Indicates computer printout.) Your hologram's on battery back-up. We've only got oxygen for three months: water, if we drink re-cyc, seven weeks. And worst of all, we're down to our last two thousand poppadoms. We're in trouble, big time. RIMMER You know how unstable these belts are. Rogue asteroids... meteor storms. One direct hit on that plexiglass viescreen, and our innards will be turned inside out quicker than a pair of Lister's old underpants. LISTER We're out of options, man. We're taking her in. KRYTEN Recommend the Cat pilots. His superior reflexes and nasal intuition will give us our best chance. CAT, LISTER and KRYTEN stand to leave. (CONTINUED) 10. "Psirens" 7 CONTINUED: 7 RIMMER For pity's sake, one breech in that hull, and we're people pate CAT There's on ald Cat proverb: 'It's better to live one hour as a tiger, than a whole lifetime as a worm.' RIMMER There's an old human saying: 'Whoever heard of a wormskin rug?' 8 Model Shot. 8 Starbug's rear jets flare and it arcs into the asteroid belt. 9 Model Shot. 9 We see the back of Starbug as it tacks through a narrow gap between two huge asteroids. 10 Int. Cockpit. 10 All at their stations. Tense. Suddenly, orange light flares from their right. CAT wrenches the controls to the left. 11 Model Shot. 11 A huge lick of flame leaps out at Starbug from a gas geyser on one of the asteroids. 12 Int. Cockpit. 12 Starbug nicks the opposite asteroid as it swerves to avoid the flame, and they all stagger with the impact. LISTER Nice stick work, man. CAT wrinkles his nose. CAT Something's coming. KRYTEN Nothing on the navicomp. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 11. 12 CONTINUED: 12 CAT I can smell it. (Peers through screen.) Something big. LISTER I'm getting nothing, either. CAT These nostrils never lie. RIMMER He's right. Co-ordinates 1746 by 9472. Take a peek, gentlemen. There's a meteor bigger than King Kong's first dump of the day, and it's screaming straight towards us. KRYTEN It's far too vast to go around. RIMMER Reverse thrust. CAT There's no time. Face it -- we're deader than corduroy. LISTER Kryten, you know what to do. KRYTEN; On my way, sir. RIMMER Lister. Given that we've got as much chance of getting out of this in one piece as a Jammy Dodger that's been dunked in hot coffee and wiggled about for three minutes, perhaps you'd do me the courtesy of explaining what he's doing? LISTER He souped up the waste disposal. Filled the eject system with rocket fuel, and turned it into a sort of high-impact garbage cannon. RIMMER A garbage cannon? You're going to try and shoot that out of the sky with tin cans and a banana peel? (CONTINUED) 12. "Psirens" 12 CONTINUED: 12 LISTER There's a thermos of nitro-glycerine in there, too. KRYTEN picks up a cube of garbage, opens a hatch in the wall marked 'Waste disposal unit 5' and places the cube in the chute inside. KRYTEN Waste disposal unit armed, and ready to fire. RIMMER Kryten -- will this work? KRYTEN Lie Mode. (pause) Of course it will work, sir. No worries. (Winks to LISTER) Hook, line, sinker, rod and copy of _Angling Times_. CAT Here it comes! LISTER Bearing zero-seven-niner-two. Fire! KRYTEN pulls the waste disposal lever. 13 Model Shot. 13 The waste cube blasts out of an orifice above Starbug's front lights, heads straight for the giant meteor, hits it in the middle and blasts it to pieces. 14 Int. Cockpit. 14 ALL whoop and cheer, apart from RIMMER who shakes his head in disbelief. KRYTEN Relocating Red Dwarf's vapour trail. Present speed and course, estimated time of interception, twelve hours, seven minutes. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 13. 14 CONTINUED: 14 CAT (Sniffs.) Check your screens. I'm getting something new, and it does not smell good. RIMMER Enhance four. Nothing. Enhance eight... Sixteen. (Shakes head.) Thirty-two... Still nix. Enhance sixty-four. Got it. Some kind of ship. LISTER Wait a minute. There's another one. And another. KRYTEN I'm getting them too. Ten of them... twelve. RIMMER All derelict. LISTER It looks like this is some kind of spaceship graveyard. 15 Model Shot. 15 A tiny Starbug flies between a group of asteroids, all with wrecked space craft embedded in them. 16 Int. Cockpit. 16 LISTER Anyone else got the feeling that we've been led here like lambs to the kebab shop? RIMMER We are not moving another inch until we've found out what brought these ships down. KRYTEN Recommend we stop engines and launch scouter. CAT flicks some switches. CAT Engines stopped. Launching scouter. (CONTINUED) 14. "Psirens" 16 CONTINUED: 16 Sound effects: scouter launched. Cut to: 17 OB. Int. Crashed ship. 17 We are inside. A laser beam burns a circle in the hull, which falls inwards, and scouter's search beam pierces the smoke as it hovers through the hole into the ship. 18 Int. Mid-section. 18 LISTER, RIMMER, KRYTEN and CAT hunched over the scanner screen. KRYTEN We're in. 19 OB. Int. Crashed ship. 19 Scouter's POV as it hovers its way through the derelict craft. Dark and scary. 20 Int. Mid-section. 20 LISTER Scouter, stop. Go back. Stop. Angle, forty-five degrees to your left. Magnify. CAT What's that? RIMMER Human remains. Wait. Angle: five degrees right. Ten degrees up. Stop. There: some kind of writing on the floor. P-S-I-R-E-N-S. Psirens? KRYTEN The poor devil scrawled it in his death throes, using a combination of his own blood and even some lengths of his own intestines. RIMMER Who would do that? LISTER Someone who badly needed a pen. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 15. 20 CONTINUED: 20 CAT What I don't understand is why he went to the trouble of using his kidney as a full stop. RIMMER I don't think he meant that. It probably just plopped out. KRYTEN Whoever he was, clearly he was desperate to warn any poor wretches who wandered into the same deadly trap. They exchange worried looks. LISTER Scouter's located the black box. Replay final entry. On the screen, white noise, which settles to become... 21 OB. Int. Crashed ship. 21 All on one shot, overhead, wide angle. Mad ASTRO, wide-eyed with fear, talks directly to the camera eating a burger ravenously. ASTRO They're closing in. They're all over the ship. They've got Hank, and Ludo. Tina, Jerry, Tim, Gordy, Sam. They even got Jeff. At least I think so: I found a huge pile of his intestines on his bunk. Maybe the rest of him escaped, I don't know. What am I saying? I'm half-crazed with fear. I know I'm next. It's just a matter of time before... From the doorway behind him, a hideous INSECTOID biped with mandibles advances towards him. INSECTOID (Speaks disgusting, incomprehensible insect language.) ASTRO Oh God, you're so beautiful, I can't resist you. But I have to be strong. I know what you want. (CONTINUED) 16. "Psirens" 21 CONTINUED: 21 INSECTOID (Insect talk.) ASTRO No, you don't. You want to love me. You want to suck out my brains with a straw, like you did the rest of them. INSECTOID (Insect talk.) ASTRO I'm different? Is that what you said to Jeff? Just before you slurped up the contents of his skull, like it was a double- thick brain shake? Get away from me. The INSECTOID reaches him. He backs out of shot, the creature holds up a metal straw and follows. The ASTRO screams. The screen is splattered with red. ASTRO (VO) What have you done, you evil harlot! You've squeezed all the ketchup out of my burger. Now what! No! Get that straw out of my ear! There is a slurping sound and more gunk hits the screen. The INSECTOID lurches into view, something grey and slimy dangling from it's mouth. It sucks it in like spaghetti, then licks the screen. 22 Int. Mid-section. 22 The four of them watching the replay on the scanner screen. Without changing expression, RIMMER falls backwards out of shot in a dead faint. 23 Model Shot. 23 Starbug gingerly tacks through the spaceship graveyard. 24 Int. Mid-section. 24 All seated round the scanner table. LISTER has a sheaf of papers. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 17. 24 CONTINUED: 24 LISTER OK. Scouter's checked out black boxes on three of the derelicts. This entire belt is swarming with some kind of genetically engineered life form who can alter your perception, telepathically. They're called Psirens. Like with Ulysees in the ancient Turkish legend. KRYTEN I believe the legend was Greek, sir. LISTER Whatever. Some country that's big on curly shoes and hoummos. the point is, they use this power of illusion to lure you on to the asteroids, strip the ship of anything they can use and suck out your brains. RIMMER They shouldn't bother us, then. There's barely a snack on board. KRYTEN We can't turn back. We'll lose Red Dwarf. LISTER Look, we'll be through the belt in three, maybe four hours. We've just got to be on our toes. They'll try and tempt us, scare us, break our morale - anything to force us down on to the rocks. Just be alert. A wall monitor starts to fizzle with white noise. CAT Incoming message. It's pretty weak. CAT crosses to the monitor and fine-tunes the controls. The screen clears and 25 Int. Cushiony, curtainy area. 25 Two beautiful TEMPTRESSES appear. TEMPTRESS 1 Please help us. Our settlement is almost extinct. There are only women left. (CONTINUED) 18. "Psirens" 25 CONTINUED: 25 TEMPTRESS 2 Barely three thousand of us. TEMPTRESS 1 If we are to survive, we need males to spread their seed among our number. We beg you. Make love to us. TEMPTRESS 2 Make love to all of us. Please, we beseech you... 26 Int. Mid-section. 26 The screen dies. CAT You heard 'em -- they want seed-spreaders. I'm going to apply. You guys deal with this Psiren thing. I'll deal with this. CAT dashes into the cockpit. Pause. He steps back again. CAT Call me paranoid, but you don't think they were these Psiren dude things...? LISTER, RIMMER and KRYTEN nod patiently. CAT Even the brunette? LISTER, RIMMER and KRYTEN nod. CAT You don't think there's any chance they're just two nice girls who both happen to want my seed for totally legitimate reasons? LISTER, RIMMER and KRYTEN shake their heads. CAT I don't need to tell you this is a big disappointment. Damn vixens! How could they be so cunning? If anyone wants me, I'll be taking a cold shower in liquid oxygen. CAT exits to cockpit. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 19. 26 CONTINUED: 26 RIMMER Well, if that's the most sophisticated enticement these Psirens can throw at us, I hardly think we're exactly in danger of being bewitched. KRYTEN If I may postulate a theory, sir: that was merely the level of sophistication required to lure the Cat. And it worked. Had we not stopped him, he would now be on one of those asteroids, crawling around without his brain, trying to write 'Oh boy, was _I_ suckered' with his own intestinal tract. LISTER Look, we'll make it. All we've got to do is stay on the case. The screen fizzles. LISTER Incoming message. Here they come again. The picture is riddled with interference. 27 Int. Ship interior. 27 A wounded WOMAN looks into the camera. In the background, through the smoke, we can vaguely make out that the WOMAN and her companions are fighting a futile rearguard action. She is talking into a communicator. WOMAN Can anyone read me? This is Captain Tau of the SCS Pioneer. We're under attack from some kind of scavengers -- Psirens. They lured us on to this god-forsaken asteroid -- killed most of the crew. She turns and lets out a volley of laser fire. LISTER Is this genuine? The WOMAN is shot dead. A second WOMAN picks up the communicator, and turns to the screen. (CONTINUED) 20. "Psirens" 27 CONTINUED: 27 KOCHANSKI Don't try and help us. We're finished. Save yourselves. LISTER Kochanski! KOCHANSKI Dave? Is that you? LISTER I thought you were dead. KOCHANSKI No time to explain. We're over-run! Get out of the belt while you can! LISTER It's Kochanski. KOCHANSKI We'll be OK -- they'll never take us alive. I'm keeping back three bullets. One for me and one for each of the two kids. LISTER Kids? KOCHANSKI Your two sons, Dave. LISTER My sons? But how...? I don't understand. KOCHANSKI When you went into stasis, I broke into the sperm bank, Dave, back on Red Dwarf. You're a father. (Turns.) Here they come! (Cocks the gun and calls off.) Jim, Bexley, come to Mummy. LISTER Wait! Don't do anything. I'm coming in. The screen blanks. 28 Int. Mid-section. 28 (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 21. 28 CONTINUED: 28 LISTER Kryten -- get the bazookoids. Rimmer -- plot a course. LISTER grabs a space helmet. RIMMER Lister, tune into Sanity FM. LISTER What? Are you saying they were... Psirens? RIMMER Of course. It's as plain as a Bulgarian pin- up. LISTER You're sure? RIMMER Come on, Listy, you're giving simpletons a bad name. CAT leans in from thee cockpit. CAT I think you should take a look at this. Something's heading straight for us. KRYTEN What is it? CAT What do you call one of those giant meteorites that are covered in flames? KRYTEN A giant, flaming meteorite? CAT That's it! 29 Model Shot. 29 Flaming meteor hurtling through space. 30 Int. Cockpit. 30 All take up their stations. (CONTINUED) 22. "Psirens" 30 CONTINUED: 30 KRYTEN Should I load the garbage cannon? LISTER Wouldn't make a dent. RIMMER Plot course change. KRYTEN turns to navicomp. CAT Engaging re-heat! KRYTEN Wait! There's nothing on the radar. RIMMER So? KRYTEN I think it's another illusion. LISTER Psirens? KRYTEN Cat? Are you getting any scent from that meteorite? CAT Scent? You think there's going to be a duty- free shop on it? KRYTEN Can you _smell_ anything? CAT No. (Looks at RIMMER.) Just a little holo-fear. KRYTEN Recommend we maintain current course. That fire-ball does not exist. RIMMER Say you're wrong? (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 23. 30 CONTINUED: 30 KRYTEN Sir, I'll stake my reputation on it. RIMMER Kryten, you haven't got a reputation. KRYTEN No, but I hope to acquire one from this escapade. LISTER It's closing. Too late to run. The others brace themselves. KRYTEN remains defiantly erect. KRYTEN Relax, gentlemen, we're quite safe. 31 Model Shot. 31 The flaming meteor hurtles towards Starbug ... and passes harmlessly through it. 32 Int. Cockpit. 32 They are momentarily bathed in an orange glow, then back to normal. They unbrace. KRYTEN Well, I can't hang around saving your necks all day. Swagger mode. KRYTEN swaggers out. KRYTEN Guess I'd better make a start on that ironing. LISTER follows him. CAT (Sniffs the air.) I'm getting another one. (To RIMMER.) Better get Kryten. He'll tell us what to do. (CONTINUED) 24. "Psirens" 32 CONTINUED: 32 RIMMER I'm perfectly capable of dealing with a giant, flaming meteorite, thank you so very much. We do not need to enlist the services of a domestic droid with a head shaped like a genetically flawed lumpfish. CAT OK, keep your H on. So what do we do? RIMMER There's nothing on the radar. It's another illusion. We do nothing. LISTER and KRYTEN come back in. LISTER What's happening, guys? Cabin temperature's rising. RIMMER Psirens again. Another illusion. It's all in hand. KRYTEN Permission to speak, sir? RIMMER Refused. KRYTEN What if this time it's a real fireball and the radar read-out that's the illusion? RIMMER Relax, gentlemen. We're quite safe. LISTER Cat -- chuck a left, man. They brace themselves, except for RIMMER, who stands nobly erect. 33 Model Shot. 33 The flaming meteor hurtles towards Starbug ... and smashes into it. 34 Int. Cockpit. 34 (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 25. 34 CONTINUED: 34 RIMMER gets flung backwards through the cockpit door. Sparks and smoke from the consoles. 35 Model Shot. Night. 35 Starbug crashes on to an asteroid. 36 Int. Cockpit. 36 LISTER and CAT are putting out small fires on the consoles. KRYTEN is checking the computer screen. RIMMER staggers in. RIMMER Any damage? CAT Not too bad. A couple of the sensors are out, fuel-intake chambers are both flooded and the left pilot seat doesn't go up and down any more. RIMMER We came through that intact? KRYTEN Starbug was built to last, sir. This old baby's crashed more times than a ZX81. LISTER It's the material it's built from. Aerospace engineers discovered that, after a plane crash, the only thing that always survives intasct is a cute little doll. They built Starbug out of the same stuff. CAT How long before we can take off again? KRYTEN Oh, just a matter of ... Wait. The front landing stanchion is embedded in the rock up to its joint. We're going to have to go out there and blast it free. LISTER I'll go. (CONTINUED) 26. "Psirens" 36 CONTINUED: 36 KRYTEN Sir, the atmosphere is thin, and this place is likely to be crawling with Psirens. LISTER You sort out the engines. I'll be out there two minutes, maximum. 37 Model Shot. Night. 37 Crashed Starbug. Tiny sparks by the front landing leg. We cut to: 38 Ext. (OB) Asteroid. Night. 38 Welding gun held by LISTER, in space suit, as he tries to free Starbug's landing leg. Attached to the neck of the suit is a breathing pipe, which looks a bit like a harmonica, from which he occasionally sucks air. He stops and presses a communicator button on his wrist. LISTER How's that? CAT (VO. Dist.) Looking good. We'll clear the rest on take- off. LISTER On my way back. LISTER packs his gear. From behind him, he hears; PSIREN Hi, Dave. LISTER spins to see a PSIREN -- a cross between Catwoman and Barbarella. LISTER Smegging heck. It's Pete Tranter's sister! PETE TRANTER'S SISTER Remember me, Dave? You lusted after me all through your puberty. There's nothing more potent than an adolescent fantasy. Don't you remember? You wanted me so badly: And now, at last, I can be yours. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 27. 38 CONTINUED: 38 LISTER trains his welding gun on her. LISTER Back off, Pete Tranter's sister! I know what you're after: it's moist and pink and it's inside my head. And that's where it's staying. PETE TRANTER'S SISTER Oh come on, Dave. You know what you want. You want to squeeze my buttocks together to make one juicy giant peach. LISTER I get it. You're trying to make me drown in my own drool. Well, it won't work. PETE TRANTER'S SISTER Don't fight it. PETE TRANTER'S SISTER advances. On the ground we see the shadow she casts is her true form: the hideous bipedal insectoid we saw before. LISTER, unaware, swoons and sways, trying to fight his desire. LISTER Stay back, Pete Tranter's sister. PETE TRANTER'S SISTER How long has it been since you made love to a woman? LISTER I admit it's been a while. PETE TRANTER'S SISTER It's been over three million years, Dave. LISTER I prefer to count it in Ice Ages: then it's just four. And if you count it in _leap_ Ice Ages, it's hardly even one. PETE TRANTER'S SISTER That's a long time, Dave, for a man of your drives. (CONTINUED) 28. "Psirens" 38 CONTINUED: 38 LISTER that's a long time for a Welsh shepherd who's allergic to wool. PETE TRANTER'S SISTER Kiss me. Two-shot: as the PSIREN approaches LISTER, we see it in its insectoid form. LISTER I can't resist you any more, Pete Tranter's sister. PETE TRANTER'S SISTER Your death will be exquisite. I'll take you to the peak of ecstasy, then I'll blow your mind. We intercut between LISTER passionately necking with PETE TRANTER'S SISTER and LISTER necking with the hideous INSECTOID PSIREN, including licking it's swarfega-dripping mandibles. Slowly, PETE TRANTER'S SISTER raises a metal straw, like the one we saw in the mad Astro scene, about to plunge it into his head, when a shot rings out and PETE TRANTER'S SISTER is hit in the back. Before LISTER's eyes, the illusion ends and he sees the INSECTOID PSIREN thrashing around on the ground, squealing in it's death throes. He looks up. KRYTEN holds a smoking bazookoid. KRYTEN Come on, Dave -- let's get out of here. As LISTER walks past him, we see KRYTEN is concealing a metal straw behind his back. LISTER (To himself.) Dave? Slo-mo: LISTER spins as the metal straw arcs down towards his head. He blasts KRYTEN. The illusion ends and another INSECTOID PSIREN dies, jerking and squealing. LISTER's radio crackles. KRYTEN (VO. Dist.) Sir? Is everything OK out there? (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 29. 38 CONTINUED: 38 LISTER Stand by with the airlock. I'm coming back. 39 Int. Cockpit. 39 RIMMER and KRYTEN craning over the mike. RIMMER What's the delay? LISTER (VO. Dist.) A couple of Psirens wiped each other out fighting over my brains ... Oh, no. It's the TV weather girl from channel 27. KRYTEN Sir. Fight it! Don't look at her. LISTER (VO. Dist.) It's not that easy, Kryten -- you can't see what she's doing with her pointy stick. CAT I'm starting up the engines. RIMMER Get back in here. KRYTEN exits to mid-section. Over the radio, we hear LISTER firing. LISTER (VO. Dist.) On my way. CAT starts up the engines. 40 Int. Mid-section. 40 KRYTEN stands by the airlock, looking at a video monitor. The monitor blinks into life and LISTER appears. LISTER (VO. Dist.) It's me. (CONTINUED) 30. "Psirens" 40 CONTINUED: 40 KRYTEN presses a button. 41 Int. Airlock doors. 41 The outer airlock doors hiss open (A flat), and through swirling smoke, LISTER steps in. He presses the door close button. LISTER I'm in. 42 Int. Mid-section. 42 KRYTEN opens the inner airlock door and closes it as LISTER staggers in. LISTER It's getting pretty hairy out there. Come on -- Let's vamoose. 43 Int. Cockpit. 43 CAT starts to take off. 44 Int. Mid-section. 44 As KRYTEN and LISTER head for the cockpit, the airlock monitor fizzes on again and a SECOND LISTER appears on the screen. LISTER 2 What the hell are you doing taking off when I'm still outside? Let me in. KRYTEN double-takes between the LISTER inside and the LISTER on the monitor. KRYTEN I'm afraid, sir, you're already here. RIMMER steps down from the cockpit. LISTER 1 He's a Psiren -- don't let him in. LISTER 2 For god's sake -- I can't hang on any longer. _He's_ the Psiren. Let me in! (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 31. 44 CONTINUED: 44 RIMMER What do we do? KRYTEN there's no way to tell which is which. We have to let him in. RIMMER That means we'll definitely have one Psiren on board. A brain-sucking psychotic temporal lobe slurper. KRYTEN There's a fifty per cent chance we have one on board already. We can't risk killing the real Lister. I'm letting him in. RIMMER What about Space Corps directive 5796? KRYTEN 5796? 'No officer above the rank of mess sergeant is permitted to go into combat with pierced nipples'?!? Pardon me, but how does that possibly pertain to the current situation? RIMMER 5797, then. KRYTEN To hell with the regs, sir. I'm letting him in. KRYTEN presses the door release. RIMMER On your square head be it. 45 Model Shot. 45 Starbug flying through asteroid belt. 46 Int. Mid-section. 46 The TWO LISTERS are seated side by side, KRYTEN has a bazookoid trained on them. RIMMER watches them warily. The CAT steps down from the cockpit with a bazookoid. (CONTINUED) 32. "Psirens" 46 CONTINUED: 46 CAT We're on auto. LISTER 1 How many times? _He's_ the Psiren. I'm me. LISTER 2 How can you believe this for two seconds? He doesn't even _look_ like me. He's podgy. He hasn't got my classic profile. KRYTEN Sir, you both look identical. The TWO LISTERS look at each other, then look forward. LISTER 1 AND 2 (Together.) No way. KRYTEN We're going to try some tests. RIMMER A series of questions to trick and confuse you. If you fail to answer correctly or for any reason hesitate, you'll be shot. LISTER 1 Come on, Rimmer, give us a break. LISTER 2 (Overlapping.) For god's sake, Rimmer, do me a lemon. RIMMER Kryten? KRYTEN throws two apples. BOTH LISTERS catch them right-handed. KRYTEN Both right-handed. Correct. You have a tattoo on your left buttock, true or false? LISTER 1 AND 2 (Together) True. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 33. 46 CONTINUED: 46 RIMMER (To LISTER 1) You. It's dedicated to the one unbending love of your life. Describe the tattoo. LISTER 1 It's a heart with an arrow through it, and underneath it says 'I love vindaloo' in dripping curry sauce. RIMMER (To LISTER 2) You. How did you get it? LISTER 2 Planet leave on Ganymede. Went on the razz with Petersen. He spiked my cocktail with half a pint of four star petrol. When I next awoke, I'd enrolled as a novice monk in a Ganymedian monastery. I discovered the vindaloo tattoo when I handed in my habit. RIMMER Take your shoes and socks off. Kryten? KRYTEN puts two pairs of scissors on the scanner top. RIMMER Now, gentlemen: trim your toe nails. Both LISTERS start biting their toenails. RIMMER Enough. KRYTEN picks up LISTER's guitar and hands it to LISTER 1. RIMMER Play the guitar. LISTER 1 Here? Inside? RIMMER Play it. (CONTINUED) 34. "Psirens" 46 CONTINUED: 46 LISTER 1 starts playing the guitar. It is a superb display of axemanship. (If we could get some guitar diva to crouch behind Lister and be his arms, ecstasy.) After about fifteen seconds of astonishing virtuosity, the music builds to a crescendo and ends. As the last chord dies away, KRYTEN and CAT hit LISTER 1 with volley after volley of bazookoid fire. The INSECTOID PSIREN writhes and screeches on the floor. LISTER 2 How did you know that wasn't me? CAT 'Cause that dude could play. LISTER 2 He wasn't any better than me. KRYTEN That's how you _believe_ you play, sir. That's why, when the Psiren read your mind, he shared your delusion that you are not a ten-thumbed, tone-deaf, talentless noise polluter. LISTER Are you seriously saying you think he was better than me? LISTER picks up the guitar and starts playing. It's terrible. LISTER What's the difference? If anything, this is slightly better. CAT A little survival tip, bud. Never play your guitar in front of a man with a loaded gun. LISTER I resent this. I resent you saving my life in this way. I won't forget this. RIMMER Where's it gone? (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 35. 46 CONTINUED: 46 ALL look down for the PSIREN's corpse. It has vanished. A trail of yellow Psiren blood leads to the spiral staircase. KRYTEN It's crawled down to the engine room. Alert lights flash and a siren whoops. RIMMER Meteor storm! Off the port bow. It's a biggie. KRYTEN Recommend you two stay here and man the cockpit. Mr Rimmer and I will pursue the Psiren. RIMMER Um, that's quite a good plan, Kryten. Excellent in all but one detail. I think you know what it is. (Waves.) 'Bye. KRYTEN There's no time to argue. KRYTEN heads for the spiral stairs. The others dash into the cockpit. After a short pause, the bloodstain trail vanishes, and the wounded PSIREN drops its illusion of invisibility and re-appears where it fell. 47 Int. (OB) Engine room. 47 KRYTEN prowls around with his Psi-scan and bazookoid. He gets an alert beep on his psi-scan, and rotates. He looks up. The wounded PSIREN is behind him, some distance away. KRYTEN Please, I have no desire to hurt you. Let us set you down on an asteroid where your fellow GELFs can attend to your wounds. The PSIREN rasps insectly. (CONTINUED) 36. "Psirens" 47 CONTINUED: 47 KRYTEN There's no logic in trying to engage me in combat. I am unseducible, in that I have no desires or lusts, and my brain is synthetic and consequently of no interest to you. Give yourself up. KRYTEN looks astonished. When we cut back, the PSIREN has become a female scientist, MAMET. KRYTEN Professor Mamet? My creator. MAMET Hello, Kryten. KRYTEN What is the function of this illusion? MAMET starts to advance on him. MAMET You cannot harm me, Kryten. It's coded into every cell in your body. You're totally defenceless against me. KRYTEN lowers his bazookoid and takes out his walkie- talkie. KRYTEN True. However, the others are not so hampered. MAMET You are also programmed to obey my every command. Drop the radio. KRYTEN involuntarily drops the walkie-talkie. MAMET Open the waste compactor. Against his will, KRYTEN opens the waste compactor we saw earlier. KRYTEN What are you doing? (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 37. 47 CONTINUED: 47 MAMET Climb inside. KRYTEN No! But he climbs inside. KRYTEN This serves no... MAMET Engage the mechanism. KRYTEN You're sick! KRYTEN struggles with himself but loses. He presses the compactor button. The hatch closes. MAMET Die! We hear the sound of KRYTEN being crushed. A silence. We hear footsteps on the metal stairs. MAMET wheels round. Shot: LISTER, the CAT and RIMMER walking along the gantry. LISTER Kryten? You here? The meteor storm was another illusion. The Psiren's not as badly wounded as we thought. RIMMER Kryten? They spot KRYTEN's psi-scan and bazookoid, abandoned on the floor. CAT It's got him. LISTER picks up the psi-scan and activates it. LISTER (Shouts) Kryten? 48 Int. (OB) Another section of engine room. 48 (CONTINUED) 38. "Psirens" 48 CONTINUED: 48 CAT, LISTER and RIMMER walk down some stairs. RIMMER suddenly fades to black and white. RIMMER My battery's going. Only a few seconds left. Need a recharge... RIMMER's image vanishes, and his light bee falls to the floor. LISTER picks it up and pockets it. LISTER And then there were two. CAT and LISTER round a corner. We see the INSECTOID PSIREN standing against a wall. Bizarrely, CAT and LISTER don't react but walk straight up to it. LISTER (To CAT) Want a drink, man? CAT I'm parched. LISTER stands facing the PSIREN LISTER (To CAT) Cola? From another angle, we see what they see: a Coke machine. LISTER reaches for a button. LISTER Wait a minute. What's a vending machine doing in the engine room? In a flurry of arms, mandibles and probosces, the INSECTOID PSIREN attacks CAT and LISTER, knocking them both out. As they lie helpless, the INSECTOID PSIREN takes out the metal straw. They are dead meat. 49 Int. (OB) Engine room. 49 The waste compactor hatch springs open, and KRYTEN drops out. He has been compacted into a cube, with short, stumpy legs but no arms. (CONTINUED) "Psirens" 39. 49 CONTINUED: 49 KRYTEN You scum-sucking mollusc. You can't do this to us. He waddles furiously down the corridor. He catches sight of them on the deck below. 50 Int. (OB) Another section of the engine room. 50 The INSECTOID has the woozy LISTER by the locks, about to plunge the straw into his brain. We see CUBED KRYTEN plummet down towards the INSECTOID. The INSECTOID looks up, but too late, as CUBED KRYTEN crushes it. 51 Model Shot. Starbug in Space. 51 52 Int. Cockpit. 52 CAT in the pilot seat, LISTER next to him. RIMMER at navicomp. RIMMER That's it -- we're clear of the belt. LISTER What about Red Dwarf? RIMMER According to the navicomp, it's gone into that gas nebula. CAT Then that's where we're heading. The CUBED KRYTEN waddles in with a tea tray on top of him. KRYTEN Tea, anyone? LISTER Cheers, man. KRYTEN Suggest you don't put your cups on the console, sir. It leaves those ugly little ring marks. Why not use me as a table? (CONTINUED) 40. "Psirens" 52 CONTINUED: 52 LISTER I thought you were going to fix yourself. KRYTEN Not until I've performed all my duties, sir. I can't go gallivanting off engaging my self- repair unit, not when there's a pile of laundry in the washroom the size of the north face of the Eiger. Besides, Cat has invited me to the weekly crap game tonight. CAT He's gonna be the dice. RIMMER Approaching nebula. LISTER Let's see what's in there. 53 Model Shot. Starbug flies into the gas nebula. 53 The End