From: GRS00042@CONRAD.APPSTATE.EDU (Dov Sherman)
Subject: Altered Script: Camille

Jeff Lee did a fantastic job transcripting "Camille" and it is nice to
 see someone using proper script format which is easier to read but some
 people seem to have had problems with the control characters and size
 it took up so here's Jeff's transcript reformatted, taking up 32k,
 with no control characters or page numbers, and minimal spacing for
 the minimalists on the newsgroup.
Please don't be offended by this, Jeff.  You did a great job on the
 transcript and I hope we can see more transcripts from you.  I only did
 this because (a) some people prefer convenience to professionalism and
 (b) I have no life and nothing better to do.

--- Dov Sherman

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                  RED DWARF Season IV Episode 1, "Camille"

1 Int. Sleeping quarters.

KRYTEN and LISTER are seated at the table.  There is a collection of
fruit on the table between them; on the viewscreen, electronic fish are

LISTER: (Holding up a banana) Okay, let's try again.  What is it?
KRYTEN: It's a banana.
LISTER: No, it isn't.  Try again.  What is it?
KRYTEN: It's a banana?
LISTER: (Exasperated) No, it isn't!  What is it?
KRYTEN: It's an urrrr.... It's an urrrr....
LISTER: It's an orange!  Go on, say it.  It's an orange!  This!  Is!  An
KRYTEN: It's an orrrr... It's an orrrr... It's a banana!  It's no good,
  sir, I just can't do it!
LISTER: You CAN do it, I'm gonna teach you how!  (Holding up an apple)
  Okay, what's this?
KRYTEN: It's an ap--
LISTER: No, no, no, what is it?
KRYTEN: Oh, it's no good sir, I just can't lie!  I'm programmed always to
  tell the truth.
LISTER: Kryten, it's easy!  (Holding up the apple) Look:  an orange.
  (Holding up the orange) A melon.  (Holding up the banana) A female
KRYTEN: Oh!  Oh, that is just so superb, sir!  How DO you do that?
  Especially calling a banana an aardvark?  An aardvark isn't even a
  fruit!  It's total genius!
LISTER: (Beat) Let's start again.
KRYTEN: Oh, sir, my head is spinning.  We've been doing this all morning!
LISTER: Kryten, I'm gonna teach you how to lie and cheat if it's the last
  thing I do.  I want you to be unpleasant, cruel, and sarcastic; it's
  the only way to break your programming, man -- make you independent!
KRYTEN: Well, I'm truly grateful, sir.  Don't you think I'd love to be
  deceitful, unpleasant, and offensive?  Those are the human qualities I
  admire the most!  But I just can't do it.
LISTER: (Picks up the banana again.) Look!  What's this?!
LISTER: What is it?
KRYTEN: Please!
LISTER: Come on, what is it?
KRYTEN: It's a b... It's a b... It's a small, off-duty Czechoslovakian
  traffic warden!  (He looks stunned.)
LISTER: Yes, you did it, you did it!  (Holding up the orange) What's
KRYTEN: It's a red-and-blue striped golfing umbrella!
LISTER: Kryten!  Yes!  (Holding up the apple) What's this?
KRYTEN: It's an apple.
LISTER: No!  What is it?
KRYTEN: It's a -- it's a -- it's, it's, it's the Bolivian Navy on
  manoeuvres in the South Pacific!
LISTER: Well, Kryten, man -- you can do it!
KRYTEN: (Proud of himself) No, I can't.
LISTER: Yes, you -- whoa, whoa, nice one!
KRYTEN: Well, I can't hang around here; I better go away and take the
  penguin for a walk.  I can do it!  I did it again, I can lie!
LISTER: Cat, Cat!  C'mere, c'mere -- check this, check this, check this!

CAT enters.

CAT: Check what?
LISTER: Concentrate, Kryten.  What's this?  (He holds up the banana.)
KRYTEN: It's a banana.
LISTER: (Disappointed) What's this?  (He holds up the orange.)
KRYTEN: It's an orange.
LISTER: (Holding up the apple) What's THIS?
KRYTEN: (Almost crying) Apple?
CAT: You taught him that?  That's terrific!  You two should audition for
  "What's My Fruit?!"
LISTER: He did it wrong, man.
CAT: (Having fun at their expense) Oh, it gets better!
KRYTEN: I just can't do it.
LISTER: You CAN; you just did it!
KRYTEN: I just can't do it, not when there's someone else there.  What's
  a suitable human analogy?  It -- it's like trying to urinate in a
  public lavatory when you're standing next to a man two foot taller than
  you.  It's just not possible!
CAT: Look, what are you trying to do, exactly?
KRYTEN: He's trying to teach me how to lie, sir.
CAT: Any particular reason?
LISTER: Yeah!  Lyin's a vital part of your psychological defence system;
  you're naked without it.  If you can't lie, then you can't conceal your
  true intentions from other people; sometimes that's essential.  I mean,
  like, take Nelson.  (He holds the banana to his eye like a telescope.)
  When he put the telescope to his blind eye and said, "I see no ships!"
  Or like Humphrey Bogart, at the end of Casablanca, when he lies to
  Victor Lazslo to protect the guy's feelings.
KRYTEN: I understand the theory, sir.  How many times have you made me
  watch that movie?  I understand that it can be noble to lie; I just
  can't do it.
LISTER: But Kryten, you CAN do it.  (Waving the banana) Look, what's
KRYTEN: It's a banana.

CAT leaves in disgust.

KRYTEN: It always HAS been a banana, it always WILL be a banana.  It's a
  yellow fruit that you unzip and eat the white bits; it's a banana!

The fish fade from the viewscreen and are replaced by RIMMER's annoyed

RIMMER: (On viewscreen) Lister, have you got Kryten there with you?
LISTER: Yeah, what's the prob?
RIMMER: The problem is, I've been waiting fully twenty minutes for him in
  the hangar.
KRYTEN: Oh, spin my nipple nuts and send me to Alaska!  I'm supposed to
  take him asteroid-spotting!  I'll be right down, sir!
RIMMER: You'd better be.

RIMMER fades and is replaced by the electronic fish.

LISTER: Now, Kryten, remember yesterday's class?  Our instructions on
KRYTEN: Oh, I'm not sure I --
LISTER: Now, how do we describe the gentleman who's just been on the
KRYTEN: He's Mister --
LISTER: No no no, come on, he's a --
KRYTEN: He's a smeee...
LISTER: Yeah, come on!
KRYTEN: He's a smeee...
LISTER: He's a --
KRYTEN: He's a smeee...
LISTER: He's a --

LISTER holds up a "flash card" which reads "SMEG."

KRYTEN: He's a smeeeg...

LISTER holds up another card, next to the first one, which reads "HEAD."

KRYTEN: ... Heeaaaad!  I did it!
LISTER: Brutal!  Now the ultimate test:  can you say it to him in person?

2 Int. Hangar deck (optical).

RIMMER is standing next to Starbug.  KRYTEN enters as RIMMER checks his

RIMMER: Ah, Kryten.  At last.  Glad you could make it this millennium.
KRYTEN: Smeerrrrg!
RIMMER: I beg your pardon?
KRYTEN: Smerrrrg heeeeed!
KRYTEN: You're a smeerrrrg heeeee... Oh, forget it!

3 Ext. Red Dwarf and Starbug.

Red Dwarf is receding as Starbug passes by the camera.

RIMMER: (VO) Kryten, is there any possibility we could go just a little
  bit faster?

4 Int. Starbug cockpit.

KRYTEN and RIMMER are seated, with KRYTEN piloting.

RIMMER: I mean, so we're not being overtaken by stationary objects?
KRYTEN: Sir, you're a smeeeee...
RIMMER: A smee.
KRYTEN: A smeee heeee...
RIMMER: A smee hee.
KRYTEN: A complete and total one.
HOLLY: (On the console) Hang about, I'm picking something up.  Some kind
  of distress beacon.
KRYTEN: I copy that, Holly.  Quadrant four niner seven.  (He begins
  pressing buttons.)
RIMMER: What is it?
HOLLY: Hard to tell.  But whatever it is, it appears to be marooned on a
  planet in decaying orbit.
KRYTEN: What's the safety margin?
HOLLY: Planet'll explode in about two hours.
RIMMER: Forget it.  It's too dangerous.  Kryten, head for home.
KRYTEN: We can't just leave them there, sir!  There may be survivors!
RIMMER: Leave it, Kryten.  That's an order.  Kryten presses more buttons.
RIMMER: What are you doing?
KRYTEN: I am not plotting a course, sir; neither am I taking her down.
RIMMER: Yes, you are!
KRYTEN: Neither am I rendezvousing with the crashed vessel, nor seeking
  for survivors.
RIMMER: Kryten, you're committing an act of mutiny!  I could have you
  dismantled for this!
KRYTEN: Smeeeeg heeeed!  Oh, damn my programming!

Sudden acceleration presses them into the chairs.

5 Ext. Starbug.

Starbug accelerates away from the camera.

6 Ext. Red Dwarf. Establishing shot.

7 Int. Sleeping quarters.

LISTER is seated at a desk.  CAT enters.

LISTER: They're not back yet?  They've been hours!
CAT: (Sitting next to LISTER) No sign.  What're you watching?
LISTER: Ah, just a vid.  This is a classic, man!
CAT: What is it?
LISTER: Tales of the Riverbank:  The Next Generation.
CAT: Oh, right!  I've seen this!  It's not as good as the original.
LISTER: Well, they never really found anyone to replace Hammy Hamster,
  did they?
CAT: How could they?  The dude was a diva!  He smouldered; the camera
  loved him!
LISTER: Yeah.  He was the rodent equivalent of Marlon Brando.
CAT: Whatever happened?  Whatever happened to old Hammy?  One minute he's
  a huge star, running around on his own personalised gold wheel, with as
  much Edam as he could hold in his little cheeks; the next:  obscurity!
LISTER: Well, he went on the slide, the series ended, couldn't find any
  more work, and then the ultimate humiliation:  Hamstergrams.

The electronic fish fade away, and RIMMER's angry face replaces them.

RIMMER: (On screen) Well, thanks a bunch.  Thanks a smegging buncharoony.
LISTER: Rimmer, where ARE you?
RIMMER: That idiot droid has endangered this entire vessel by landing on
  a planet that's about to explode, thanks to your foundation course in
  advanced rebellion.
RIMMER: So he can go and search some starship escape vessel because
  there's a million-to-one chance there may be a survivor.
LISTER: What, and you let him go off on his own?
RIMMER: Of course I let him go on his own!  I was glad to get rid of him;
  he's flipped!  He's got mad droid disease; he kept waving a banana in
  front of me and calling it a female aardvark!
LISTER: Ah, well, hrmmm, you'd better get after him, then, hadn't you,
  man?  I mean, he might need some help!
RIMMER: Lister, this is all your fault.

8 Ext. Starbug and crashed escape vessel. Establishing shot.

9 Int. Escape vessel entry corridor.

The escape vessel has emergency power only; debris chokes the corridors.
KRYTEN enters with an electric torch.

KRYTEN: Hello?  Is there anyone here?  Can anyone read me?  Oh!  Oh dear,
  what a terrible mess!

He comes to a pit, and accidentally drops his torch.  Leaning out, he
rests his hand on a beam, which gives way.  He loses his balance and
falls forward, hanging over the pit and clinging to the beam.

KRYTEN: Help!  Mister Rimmer, sir!  Sir?  A hand reaches down and pulls
  him up.  We see that it is attached to another mechanoid -- a female

10 Int. Escape vessel different corridor.

KRYTEN and CAMILLE enter, walking towards the camera.

KRYTEN: I thank you from the very bottom of my rehydration unit!  You
  saved my life!

They stop walking.

CAMILLE: You responded to my distress call; you saved mine.
KRYTEN: Ah, my name is Kryten.

He offers his hand; she shakes it.

CAMILLE: They call me Camille.  Pleased to make your acquaintance.
KRYTEN: Are you a four thousand series?
CAMILLE: Yes, I'm a four thousand series GTI.
KRYTEN: GTI!  Oh, wow!  I'm just a plain old four thousand series.
  You've got all the luxury extras like realistic toes and a slide-back
  sunroof head!  Why are you looking at me like that?  Is there something
CAMILLE: Sorry, stare mode cancel!  It's just you have really amazing
KRYTEN: Well, eh-heh, yeah, they're just the old five seven nines with
  the automatic 15 f-stop cornea.  If you like, I could pop them out and
  you could borrow them.  Oh, heck, what a jerky thing to say!
CAMILLE: I don't believe you would ever say anything which I would
  consider jerky.
KRYTEN: Really?
CAMILLE: Really.
KRYTEN: Wow.  Uh, listen, I -- I know this is going to sound like a corny
  line, but has anyone ever told you that the configuration and
  juxtaposition of your features is extraordinarily apposite?
CAMILLE: (Slapping him on the shoulder) You really know all the lines,
  don't you?
KRYTEN: No, I really mean it!  The way the light catches the angles in
  your head:  it's enchanting!  My name is Kryten.

KRYTEN offers his hand again; she shakes it.

CAMILLE: You already said.
KRYTEN: Oh, yes.  Gosh.  You must think me as stupid as a photocopier.
  So, where are the crew?  What happened here?
CAMILLE: Kryten, do you believe in advanced mutual compatibility on the
  basis of a primary initial ident?
KRYTEN: You mean what humans call "love at first sight?"
CAMILLE: That would be an adequate synonym, yes.
KRYTEN: Well, up until a few moments ago, I would have said it had a
  probability of zero squared.
CAMILLE: And now?
KRYTEN: Uh -- this -- this gantry is unstable.  I suggest you hang on to

They begin walking again.

KRYTEN: Oh, what IS that fragrance?  It smells divine!

They stop walking.

KRYTEN: I knew it!  That's what I use on MY neck hinges, too.
CAMILLE: Kryten, this shouldn't be happening.  Do you feel it too?
KRYTEN: You mean the ninety-three point seven two percent compatibility
CAMILLE: I make it ninety-three point seven five.
KRYTEN: Oh, yes, I forgot to carry the three.
CAMILLE: Then say it.  I want to hear the words.
KRYTEN: Oh, but it sounds so ridiculous coming from a mechanoid.
CAMILLE: Then say them in machine language.
KRYTEN: Okay.  In Z80012, using hex rather than binary, and converting to
  a basic ASC-2 code:  Camille, I think I E5 A9 08 B7 you.
CAMILLE: You really mean that?
KRYTEN: Camille, I'd do anything for you.  I'd compute a three million
  digit prime number with prime roots if I thought it would make you
  happy; I'd evaluate pi to infinity if it would make you smile.
CAMILLE: Oh, Kryten.  You make the most romantic calculations.

They start to kiss.  Their lips almost touch when a burst of static comes
over KRYTEN's communicator, and they pull away.

RIMMER: (On communicator) Kryten, can you read me?  What's happening?
CAMILLE: (Backing away) There are others?
KRYTEN: Yes, why?  What's wrong?
CAMILLE: I can't meet them.
KRYTEN: What do you mean?
CAMILLE: The two of us alone, we could make that work.  Please don't ask
  me to explain.
KRYTEN: (Going after her) But, Camille, this whole planet is about to
  blow!  There isn't time!
CAMILLE: Please!  I can't meet your shipmates.  Trust me.
KRYTEN: But you don't know them!  You'll like them!  Well, SOME of them.
  Well, ONE of them.  Maybe.  (Into communicator) Sir!  I'm making my way
RIMMER: (On communicator) What's kept you?
KRYTEN: I've found a survivor, sir.  We're coming in!

He takes her by the arm and leads her away.

11 Ext. Starbug and escape vessel. Establishing shot.

12 Int. Starbug rear.


CAMILLE: Kryten, please don't make me do this.  I'm begging you!
KRYTEN: Now just relax; everything's going to be fine!  Mister Rimmer,
RIMMER: (Off-screen) Where the smeg have you been?
KRYTEN: Mister Rimmer, sir, this is Camille.  Camille, this is Second
  Tech Rimmer.  She saved my life, sir!

RIMMER enters.  We see CAMILLE from his point of view:  she appears as a
beautiful, if slightly vacuous,hologram.

RIMMER: (Smitten by her) Yes, well.  Howdy.
KRYTEN: (Still seeing her as a mechanoid) You see?  I knew you'd get
  along.  Didn't I tell you?  Well, we haven't got much time.  I've got
  to go and start up the engines, and get us clear of the impact zone.
CAMILLE: I'll come with you.
KRYTEN: No no no no, you wait here and get acquainted.

KRYTEN exits into the cockpit.

RIMMER: Can I get you anything?  Or anything?
CAMILLE: (Smiling at him) No, no no, I'm fine, thanks.
RIMMER: I just can't believe I've met another hologram after all these
CAMILLE: (Giggles) Yes.  I was Second Technician aboard that crate.
RIMMER: Second Technician!  That's what I am!
CAMILLE: I always wanted to go further, but I'm a real dope when it comes
  to exams.
RIMMER: Me too.
CAMILLE: So, ah, what do they call you?
RIMMER: Well, my first name is Arnold, but the guys just generally call
  me... Duke.
RIMMER: Yes, well, they don't call me "Duke" absolutely all the time.  In
  fact, sometimes months can elapse and they won't call me "Duke" at all.
  So don't call me "Duke" in front of anyone.  Because they might have
  forgotten.  You know that they call me "Duke." Sorry, I'm blabbering.
  I'm not very good at small talk.
CAMILLE: Oh, I think you're perfectly charming.
RIMMER: (Astounded) Do you?  Well, thank you.  No-one's ever said I was
  charming before.  They've said, "Rimmer, you're a total git." But never
  charming, no.
CAMILLE: Well, I think you're VERY charming.
RIMMER: Really?
CAMILLE: Very, VERY charming.
RIMMER: Well, thank you.  Umm, thank you.  I'd just better go and see
  how, uh, Kryten's getting on.  Excuse moi!

RIMMER turns around, rubs his hands delightedly, and runs lightly up the
steps into the cockpit.  CAMILLE smiles after him.

13 Ext. Starbug. Establishing shot.

14 Int. Starbug cockpit.

KRYTEN and RIMMER seated; through the door we can see CAMILLE, who looks
like a mechanoid whenever KRYTEN looks at her, and like a hologram
whenever RIMMER sees her.

KRYTEN: She's quite something, isn't she, sir?
RIMMER: She's enchanting.
KRYTEN: You think so?
RIMMER: She's got everything!  Style, taste, poise... She's absolutely

He turns and waves at her.  She smiles and waves back.

KRYTEN: Oh, I'm SO glad you think so, sir.  I don't mind telling you, I
  think there's some romance in the air.
RIMMER: You sly old dog, Krytie, I think you're right!
KRYTEN: Oh, sure, her -- her nose is a little loose, but to me, that's
  just cute.

RIMMER looks puzzled for a moment, then dismisses the comment.

RIMMER: I'll tell you something.  She's so like my sister-in-law Jannine,
  it's untrue.
KRYTEN: (Amazed) Camille looks like your sister-in-law?  What happened?
  Was she involved in some kind of horrific car accident?
RIMMER: Who, Jannine?  No, of course not; she was a model.
KRYTEN: And she looked like Camille?
RIMMER: Absolutely; the resemblance is uncanny.
KRYTEN: What did she model?  Spark plugs?
RIMMER: I happen to think she's very attractive.
KRYTEN: You do?
RIMMER: Certainly.
KRYTEN: Do you think I'M attractive?
RIMMER: You?  Of course not.  I think you look like a giant half-chewed
  rubber-tipped pencil.
KRYTEN: (Offended) Well!  Well, you can think what the HECK you like.
  Because there are SOME people in this big ol' wide cosmos who happen to
  think I'm pretty amazing-looking.  Especially in the eye department, I
  thank you so very much!

15 Ext. Red Dwarf and Starbug.

Starbug enters the hangar.

16 Int. Hangar.

Starbug sets down.

17 Int. Medical unit.

CAMILLE, looking like a mechanoid, is sitting on the examination table.
As KRYTEN checks her leg's range of motion, LISTER enters.

LISTER: You're back.  I heard.
KRYTEN: Ah!  Sir!  You haven't met our visitor, Camille.

To LISTER, CAMILLE looks and sounds like a saucy Liverpool girl.  She
bears a striking resemblance to Kristine Kochanski.

KRYTEN: Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll go and prepare your quarters.
  The penthouse suite on A Deck should suffice.

KRYTEN exits.

LISTER: (Consulting a chart) Yeah, well, this looks fine.  If you'd just
  like to remove your clothes, we'll begin the examination.  Sorry!  Dave
  Lister, ship's surgeon.
CAMILLE: (Skeptical) You're a surgeon?
LISTER: Well, I'm not fully qualified.  But I've seen every episode of
  St.  Elsewhere.  Still, if it makes you feel uncomfortable, y'know, we
  can completely dispense with the physical examination and go straight
  for the malpractice.  So just lie back, relax, and I'll go and turn on
  the laughing gas.  What d'you want, giggles or guffaws?  It's all the
  same to me.
CAMILLE: Something tells me you're not really a doctor.
LISTER: What gave it away?  The fact that I've gone fully ten seconds
  without patronising you?  This is weird, y'know.  The last two human
  beings in an infinite cosmos and we have to bump into each other.
CAMILLE: Yeah, it is weird, innit?
LISTER: And you realise we have an awesome responsibility?
LISTER: Yeah!  Sure we do!  We've gotta rebuild the human race.  As
  quickly as possible.  D'you wanna start now, or d'you wanna clean your
  teeth first?
CAMILLE: (Looking less than thrilled) And they say romance is dead.
LISTER: Hey.  The prospect of making love to a complete and total
  stranger is just as galling to me, y'know?  We gotta be completely
  professional about this.  Totally clinical and unemotional.  So just
  lie back, relax and I'll go and slip into my Spiderman costume.

RIMMER enters.

RIMMER: Ah, Listy.  I see you've met our ravishing guest.  Camille, have
  you seen Kryten?
CAMILLE: (RIMMER's POV) He went up to the Penthouse Suite on A Deck.
RIMMER: Thanks muchly.  (He turns to go, then back again.) Oh, Camille.
  It's just a silly thought, really, but I thought perhaps after you've
  settled in and you're feeling up to it, we could pop up to the
  projection room and I could talk you through my photo collection of
  twentieth-century telegraph poles.
LISTER: Yeah, or if you fancy a slightly more entertaining evening, you
  can just let him take you outside and shoot you through the head.
RIMMER: As it happens, Listy, Camille is into telegraph poles every bit
  as much as I am.  Especially the 1952 Phase Fours with the triple-
  reinforced wire.
LISTER: What, you're into telegraph poles?
CAMILLE: (LISTER's POV) Of course not!
RIMMER: You see?  What did I tell you?  And she's also a big fan of
  Reggie Wilson.
LISTER: What, you -- you like Hammond Organ music?
CAMILLE: (LISTER's POV) It's mindless pap.
RIMMER: Absolutely amazing, eh?  Reggie Wilson, telegraph poles -- it's
  uncanny how much we've got in common.
LISTER: Are you okay, Rimmer?
RIMMER: Never better.  Where is he -- A Deck.  Ciao for now!

From RIMMER's POV, the hologrammatic CAMILLE waves and mouths "Ciao" back
at him.  RIMMER exits.

LISTER: What was all that about?
CAMILLE: (Looking innocent) What about?
LISTER: You know.  You were saying one thing, and Rimmer was hearing
  another.  How d'you DO that?
CAMILLE: (Giving up) Well, you'd probably have worked it out eventually.
  I'm a Pleasure GELF.

LISTER heaves a big sign of disappointment.

18 Ext. Red Dwarf. Establishing shot.

19 Int. Corridor outside medical unit.

LISTER enters from the medical unit; CAT meets him, coming from the other

CAT: Hey!  What's going on, buddy?  Eraserhead tells me she's a
  mechanoid, and Captain Sadness makes out she's a hologram.
LISTER: Oh, well, she's BOTH of those, and NEITHER of those.  She's a
CAT: (Uncomprehending) GELF?
LISTER: Yeah.  A Genetically Engineered Life Form.  She's a Pleasure
  GELF.  Created to be everyone's perfect companion.  Everyone who looks
  at her perceives her differently.  You see what you wanna see, guy.
  What you most desire.
CAT: (Intrigued) Are you telling me, if I go into that room, I'll see my
  perfect mate?
LISTER: Mmm.  Yeah.  And she'll fall instantly in love with you.
CAT: (Considering) Ooh.  What exquisite treasure of loveliness lies
  behind those doors?
LISTER: Well, knowing you, a six foot Valkyrie warrior maiden in scanty
  armour with a cleavage you could ski down.

LISTER walks away, but stops and hides in the shadows.

CAT: Stop, you're making me dribble!  Well, here goes!

20 Int. Medical unit.

CAT enters, stops in amazement.  Cut to CAMILLE lying on the examination
table, looking exactly like CAT.

CAMILLE: Hi, buddy!
CAT: You're me!
CAMILLE: Who else?
CAT: (Confused) I'm the object of my own desire?
CAMILLE: Can you think of anyone more deserving?
CAT: Well, if you put it like THAT, I guess you're right!  Damn my
CAT and CAMILLE: (Slapping hands) OWWWWW!

CAT exits.

21 Int. Corridor outside medical unit.

LISTER is trying to look nonchalant as CAT enters from the medical unit.
Move with them as they walk towards the camera, down the corridor.

LISTER: What did you see?
CAT: (Having fun with LISTER) Oh, just some gorgeous chunk of loveliness.
LISTER: Come on, what did you see?
CAT: Ooh, what a body!
LISTER: What did you see?!?!
CAT: My legs are still shaking!
LISTER: CAT!  What did you see?!?!
CAT: Someone get me a brandy!

22 Ext. Red Dwarf. Establishing shot.

23 Int. Sleeping quarters.

KRYTEN, RIMMER, LISTER, HOLLY and CAT are in various positions --
sitting, lying down, standing, on screen.

RIMMER: Well, I should'a' guessed.  It was all a mighty bit too strange.
  I mean, actually meeting someone who didn't want to vomit all over me
  in complete loathing and disgust.
KRYTEN: I shouldn't take it so personally, sir; it's the same for all of
  us.  We've all been made to feel foolish, used, chewed up and spat out.
LISTER: Look, she didn't mean us any harm.  She can't control how we see
  her.  She's -- a mirror for our obsessions.
KRYTEN: Holly, what did you see?
HOLLY: I didn't see anything.  I don't think I've got any desires.
  Either that, or me screen was foggy.

CAMILLE enters, from KRYTEN's POV.

CAMILLE: I guess I owe you all an apology.
CAMILLE: (LISTER's POV) Sorry, Dave.

LISTER looks melancholy.

CAMILLE: (RIMMER's POV) Sorry, Duke.

RIMMER looks offended.

CAMILLE: (CAT's POV) Sorry, buddy.
CAT: Heartbreaker!
CAMILLE: (KRYTEN's POV) I told you it wouldn't work, Kryten, if there
  were others.  You're the one who's hurt the most; you're not used to
  these emotions.
KRYTEN: Why did you lie to me?
CAMILLE: Because I felt something really special for you -- something I'd
  never felt before.  I knew if you saw me as I really was, you'd be
KRYTEN: Well -- try me!
CAMILLE: Turn away and I'll change.  I'll change to what I really am.

KRYTEN turns away.  With a hideous noise, CAMILLE turns into what she
really is -- a huge, pulsing green blob with a single eye on a thick

CAMILLE: I'm ready.

KRYTEN turns around, but doesn't say anything.

CAMILLE: This is what I really look like.
KRYTEN: (Being gallant) Oh.
CAMILLE: What do you think?
KRYTEN: Well, I -- I think you look... really nice.
CAT: Nice?  She looks like something that dropped out of the Sphinx's
CAMILLE: He's right!  I'm just a huge green blob!
KRYTEN: True, but as huge green blobs go, I think you're really cute.
CAMILLE: I don't believe you.
KRYTEN: Huh!  Okay, so you're never going to get on the cover of Vogue,
  but -- hey, neither am I!  I think you're really sweet.
CAMILLE: You're lying.
KRYTEN: I CAN'T lie; I'm a mechanoid.
CAMILLE: (Astonished) You really don't think I'm repulsive?
KRYTEN: Of course not!  There's some HUMANS not as attractive as you!
  Take Karl Malden!  And he was a famous actor!  You think this changes
  anything?  Camille, I'd be really grateful if you would join me for
  dinner tonight.
CAMILLE: You mean that?
KRYTEN: Parrot's Bar on G Deck.  I'll meet you there at eight.
CAMILLE: Flats or heels?

24 Ext. Red Dwarf. Establishing shot.

25 Int. Sleeping quarters.

CAT and RIMMER are in the quarters.  LISTER enters and gets something out
of the fridge.

CAT: I can't believe he's really going through with this.
RIMMER: Look, if Kryten wants to take an amorphous green blob for a
  discreet tete-a-tentacle, I say good luck to him.
LISTER: (Sitting down) I mean, me too.  I mean, we all react differently,
  don't we?  When Steve McQueen met The Blob, he tried to kill it.  It
  probably never crossed his mind to try and take it out to a restaurant.
CAT: I have a great idea.  They should go to a sushi bar.  At least that
  way, the food won't look better than his date!

KRYTEN enters, dressed in a full tuxedo.

KRYTEN: (To CAT) Sir.  I respect your sense of dress more than anything,
  and I'd really appreciate your opinion of this outfit.
CAT: Kryten, if I was going out with a large ball of green slime, that's
  how I'd dress!
KRYTEN: Thank you, sir.  That means a lot to me.  Well -- (uses some
  "breath freshener") -- don't wait up!

KRYTEN exits.

26 Int. Parrot's bar.

Close-up of a Parrot's menu, on a table with what appear to be two bowls
of gazpacho soup.  Pull back to show KRYTEN and CAMILLE seated at the
table, surrounded by stuffed parrots, monitors playing videotapes of
parrots, etc.

CAMILLE sticks a tentacle into her soup and begins drinking it with
hideous slurping noises.

KRYTEN: Isn't this enchanting?
CAMILLE: Oh, Kryten.  Do you think we could make it, you and I?
KRYTEN: It's the old, old story.  Droid meets droid.  Droid becomes
  chameleon.  Droid loses chameleon, chameleon becomes blob, droid gets
  blob back again.  It's a classic tale.
CAMILLE: A toast, my love.  To us.

They clink glasses.

27 Int. Parrot's bar.

Later.  The lights are dimmed, chairs are piled up along the walls, and
KRYTEN and CAMILLE are dancing to disco music.

28 Ext. Starbug.

Starbug is heading towards the planet, doing a barrel roll as we hear the
strains of the "Blue Danube" waltz.

29 Int. Starbug cockpit.

KRYTEN and CAMILLE are seated.  KRYTEN's jacket is off and his tie is
loose.  CAMILLE caresses him with her eyestalk.

30 Int. Cinema.

KRYTEN and CAMILLE are seated.  KRYTEN is holding a box of popcorn.
CAMILLE sticks in a tentacle.  We hear "As Time Goes By" being played.

KRYTEN: Casablanca.  What a movie.  I must have seen it a thousand times.
  Lister used to use it as part of my course.  It's littered with
  examples of how lying can be noble.
CAMILLE: From now on, my angel, Casablanca will be our movie, and --
HOLLY: Sorry to gooseberry, Kryten, but we've got a visitor down in the
  hangar.  He wants to see Camille.

KRYTEN reacts; he is flabbergasted.

CAMILLE: I was going to tell you, Kryten.  Truly I was.
KRYTEN: (Stunned) You have a husband?
CAMILLE: We're androgynous, but I suppose you could call him my husband.
  Hector has a brilliant mind.  He's been working on an antidote for our
  condition for years.
KRYTEN: Hector's a blob, too?
CAMILLE: We're both blobs, Kryten.  I left him a long time ago.  I
  thought he'd given up looking.
KRYTEN: He must really think a lot of you.
CAMILLE: I guess.
KRYTEN: So what are you going to do?
CAMILLE: I'm going to tell him I met someone else.  I'm going to tell him
  I'm staying here with you.

KRYTEN looks miserable.

31 Int. Hangar.

There is a ship on the pad, dimly seen through the steam.

32 Int. Corridor outside hangar.


KRYTEN: Mister Lister, sir, would you be so kind as to take Camille's bag
  on board?
LISTER: (Taking the bag) Certainly, Kryten.  Anything you say.

LISTER exits.

CAMILLE: Why MY bag, Kryten?
KRYTEN: Because you're getting on that craft with Hector, where you
CAMILLE: No, Kryten.
KRYTEN: Now you've got to listen to me.  Do you have any idea what you've
  got to look forward to if you stay here?
CAMILLE: You're saying this only to make me go.
KRYTEN: We both know you belong to Hector -- you're part of his work;
  you're what keeps him going.  If you're not on that craft when it
  leaves the hangar, you'll regret it -- maybe not today, maybe not
  tomorrow -- but soon, for the rest of your life.
CAMILLE: What about us?
KRYTEN: We'll always have Parrot's.
CAMILLE: Oh, Kryten.
KRYTEN: I'm no good at being noble, kid, but it's pretty obvious the
  problems of two blobs and a droid don't amount to a hill of beans in
  this crazy cosmos.

33 Int. Hangar at spacecraft hatch.

Medium shot on HECTOR BLOB.  There appears to be another blob behind him.

HOLLY: Are you ready, Camille?

34 Int. Corridor.

Close-up on CAMILLE.

CAMILLE: I'm ready.  Goodbye, Kryten.  Bless you.

HECTOR and CAMILLE exit as LISTER enters.

LISTER: You were lying, Kryten.
KRYTEN: Yes; it hurt to do it, but it was her best shot at happiness.
  It's the old, old story.  Droid meets droid.  Droid becomes chameleon.
  Droid loses chameleon, chameleon turns into blob, droid gets blob back
  again, blob meets blob, blob goes off with blob, and droid loses blob,
  chameleon and droid.  How many times have we seen that story?
LISTER: I suppose you're gonna blame me for all of this, aren't you?
KRYTEN: Yes, I am.  Without your lessons -- without your bananas and your
  movies and your aardvarks -- none of this could have happened.  You're
  a complete and total smeghead.
LISTER: Brutal, Kryten!  You just insulted me!
KRYTEN: Yes; I can lie, cheat, AND be offensive now.

They begin walking away, arm in arm.

LISTER: Kryten, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

                                  The End