All language subtitles for Lost in Space - 01x24 - His Majesty Smith.eng

Last week, as you recall,

Will had joined
Dr. Smith and the Robot

in a search for
wild truffles

little dreaming that they would
find something far different,

something that would plunge them
into an incredible adventure

with creatures from
another mysterious world.

Dr. Smith, look.

A crown.

I see it's a crown.
I have eyes in my head.

The question is, what
is a crown doing here?

Will, what have I
told you

about handling
other people's property?

But, Dr. Smith...

But me no buts,
my boy.

We will respect
the rights of others.

No doubt the owner will shortly
appear to claim his property.

I wonder where it came from
and who left it?

That is none
of our business.

Oh my, those rubies are
as large as hens' eggs.

Ah-ah-ah, Dr. Smith.

I was only checking to make
certain that it was secure.

If it fell over, some of that lovely
workmanship might be damaged.

Come along, Will. Let's get
on about our truffles.

Bless me.
I forgot my truffle tool.

I'll get it.

Never mind, I'll do it. Why don't
you go on ahead with the Robot?

And if you find any
truffles, call out loud.

Yes, sir.
Quite loud.

Okay.

Ah!

A world ransom in jewels.

Now what to do with it.

Well...

Help!

Help! Somebody
take this off!

Come on!

Help! Save me! Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Oh! What a
horrible feeling.

That thing just
wouldn't let go of me.

A thousand and one
pins and needles

penetrated every
inch of my body.

Now, you be careful with that
thing, my boy. It bites!

Well, if wouldn't have happened
if you hadn't touched it.

Remember what you said
about property rights.

When you grow up, my boy.

I hope you will also grow in tolerance
for the weaknesses of others.

I just couldn't help myself.
Now, put it down.

Put it down!

There is no danger
in this object for the boy.

Quiet,
you disreputable dunce!

Why didn't you help me
in my hour of need?

Hey, look,
Dr. Smith, it fits.

Take it off, my boy.
Take it off!

Look.

Human beings? Here?

I am Nexus of Andronica.

My companions and I have crossed
90 light-years of space

seeking a being worthy
to wear that crown.

At last we have found him.

All hail our majesty.

My name's Will Robinson,
Mr. Nexus.

But I'm not a king. I'm
only from the planet Earth.

Allow me to present myself.
lam Dr. Zachary Smith.

Are you related
to this boy?

I am his dear friend, his
counselor and his guide.

Now, tell me, sir, what are your
proposals with reference to the boy?

We intend to crown
him King of Andronica.

How perfectly splendid!

Will, did you hear that?
You are to become a king.

Why did you come here looking
for a king, Mr. Nexus?

It is a tradition
that a king of Andronica

must always come
from off-planet stock

to prevent weak rulers.

Well, thanks, Mr. Nexus,
but I guess not.

Will, what are
you saying?

Well, look, if I became their king,
I'd have to leave my family.

And I couldn't do that.

Of course you could.
Take them with you.

No?

It is impossible.

I see.

Will, would you
excuse us, please?

Yeah. Sure, Dr. Smith.

And take him with you.

Let's go.

A fine little lad. I know
he'll make an excellent king.

But he has refused.

I have a great deal of
influence over his young mind.

I know I can convince him
to see reason.

Of course, it will have
to be made worth my while.

Perhaps a regency

until the boy comes of age.

That would place a great deal of
power in your hands, Dr. Smith.

You would be virtually ruler of
Andronica and its subject planets.

Suppose the boy
continues to refuse?

Then we must select
another candidate,

one of sublime intelligence,
extraordinary valor, judicial wisdom

and royal bearing.

That does narrow
the field somewhat.

Now, tell me.
If I were to find

such a person
among our little group,

would there be
a finder's fee?

You would be
amply rewarded.

Oh, by the way,
I should mention

that I am Irish on my
maternal grandmother's side.

Is that important?

Only in as much as all the Irish
are descended from kings.

The royal blood already
flows through my veins.

Soto speak.

Until later, sir.

Master, the first contact
has been highly successful.

The ruse seems
certain to work.

Good. Good.

Will!

Will!

Will, wait for me.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, dear.

What did you
tell them, Dr. Smith?

I told him that
under no circumstances

would you even consider
accepting the throne.

I told him that we were all believers
in the democratic principle

and that the divine right of
kings had no place among us.

In short, I told him to...
To forget it.

Golly.
That was grand of you.

I mean, I wouldn't want to be a
king anyway. There's no fun in it.

Of course there isn't.
In the meantime,

I don't believe
that we should mention

anything about this
matter to the others.

It would only
cause needless alarm.

Let it remain
our little secret.

I don't know, Dr. Smith.

Dad and Don ought to know that
there are aliens on this planet.

Well, of course they should,
but all in due time.

Just leave it to me,
my boy.

Well...
Promise.

All right.

But please, Dr. Smith, don't
start your tricks again.

You always get in trouble.

Indeed.

Good evening, Dr. Smith.

We were not
expecting you so soon.

I thought I would bring you
the report tonight.

I knew you would be
most eager to get it.

Perhaps you also hoped to see
the interior of our ship?

Good heavens!
Do you think I'm a spy?

Well, perhaps I was
a bit curious.

I believe you terrestrials
have a saying

that "curiosity
killed the cat."

Oh, sir,
I certainly meant no harm.

And there are no grounds
for violent action.

I was only working in
your best interests.

May I see what you have?

Oh, yes, indeed.

A complete dossier on every male
member of the Jupiter 2 expedition.

Now, this report's
on Professor John Robinson.

A man of simple virtues,
wholehearted loyalties.

lam devoted to him, but...

Yes? But?

Does one rule
a kingdom by simple virtues?

You suggest that
a little more guile

is needed in
the professor's makeup?

Exactly.

And now,
about Major West.

A lovely fellow.
I'm devoted to him, too.

He's the typical bluff, blunt good
soldier, forever foremost in fray.

But, again, somewhat
lacking in cunning.

You place a great premium
on cunning, Dr. Smith.

That seems to dispose of
all the men in your party.

All?

Excepting yourself,
of course.

Me? Oh, I wouldn't dream
of taking on such a burden.

A simple man like me.

But you said yourself you
were descended from kings.

Remotely, dear friend.
Only remotely.

But I'm sure you have those
peculiar virtues required of kings.

A compendium of virtues,
if I say so myself.

We, uh, might do worse
in selecting a king.

Surely you couldn't be considering
modest, unassuming me?

Ah, but we could.

In fact,
the more I consider it,

the more I think you were
made for the job, Dr. Smith.

How uneasy lies the head
that wears a crown?

Do you mean it?

I do.

Oh, the pain of it.
The royal pain of it all.

I accept!

There will, of course,
be a proper coronation.

Naturally.

And I shall be able to receive
my friends in regal splendor?

If you wish.
I do, indeed.

I can't wait to see
their eyes bulge when...

Look here, there are no
catches to this, are there?

I assure you,

you will be crowned King of Andronica
before we leave this planet.

And now, may I call you
my liege lord and king?

Oh, you may.
You may, indeed.

Your Majesty.

King Zachary I.

Oh, m'!-

It's true, Dad.

There was a crown there, and
they were looking for a king.

Are you sure you
didn't dream it?

Smith's not in his cabin.

And you say Smith
agreed to be the king?

Well, now what kind of a mess
has he got himself into?

Danger! Danger!
Alien artifact approaching!

Don, break out
the lasers.

It's a man.

That's the one
Dr. Smith was talking to.

But where's Dr. Smith?

Well, let's find out.

Professor John Robinson?

I'm Professor Robinson.

You and your entire company

are commanded under peril
of royal displeasure

to present yourselves
for judgment tomorrow

at the final audience
of His Majesty Zachary I

before he leaves this place

to assume his royal duties
as King of Andronica.

You may tell your... Your royal
master that we'll be there.

Now Why'd you tell
him a thing like that?

Because we will be there.

Your audience is
approaching, Your Majesty.

Let them wait.

A grape, dear.

Nexus, your king has
a very delicate back.

The pain, the pain.

A grape, dear.

His most exalted majesty,
defender of rights,

sword and
buckler of liberties,

most sublime and
willing sacrifice,

Zachary I,
King of Andronica.

Hi, Dr. Smith.

In the future,
you will address us

as Your Majesty.
Come here, boy.

My little friend, my good companion
in the days of my adversity,

I have chosen you
from among the rest

to accompany me on
my road to glory.

I don't understand,
Your Majesty.

I shall take you with me.

You shall be named heir
apparent to my throne.

Now, what do you
think of that?

I'd rather stay
with the rest.

Let's not be hasty, my boy.

I suppose I could find
something for them to do.

Major West might make
an excellent court jester.

That'll be the day.

What did you say?

Come on, Smith,
get off of that chair.

You're making
a fool of yourself.

Guard, fetch us
yon varlet's head.

Unwise...

What? What?

I see.

Our adviser tells us that it is best
at this time to avoid an incident.

Therefore, we shall
graciously spare your life

and your head.

But do not tempt
our anger further.

Well, Dad's right,
Dr. Smith.

Why don't you come home with us?
I'll take you fishing.

Dear little friend, do I detect a
trace of moisture in your eyes?

I do believe
you will miss me.

And I shall miss you.

But destiny calls King Zachary.
I must away.

Dr. Smith...

Enough.
The audience is ended.

Well, can't we
do something?

No, son.

I'm afraid that Dr. Smith
has made his decision.

Well, I hope he'll be happier in
his new life, wherever that is.

Let's go.

Oh, dear, dear,
dear, dear, dear.

Guard.
Careful with the crown.

Oh, Nexus,

we are wearied by
our royal exertions.

Nexus, fetch refreshments.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Come, come, Nexus.
Our royal throats are dry.

Don't stop fanning.

Do you hear me?
Get on with it.

Is something wrong?

Nexus? Nexus, speak!

It is your king
who commands it.

Speak! Or I shall have
you severely punished.

Nexus?

Uh...

Nexus?

What, uh... What is...
What is going on here?

Nexus?

What in the world...

Won't somebody speak?

Your Majesty.

Oh, thank heavens. Not everybody
is in this ridiculous position.

Now what has
happened to these...

Oh! Oh, no! No!

No!

How is Your Majesty feeling?

Go away!

So, you do not like the looks
of your devoted subjects, huh?

Subjects?

I am Andronican.

You are King of Andronica.

But the others,
if you'll excuse the term,

the human Andronicans,
Nexus and the others?

They are non-personalities.

Non-personalities?

I make them.

You make them?

You mean,
they're not real people?

They are androids.

Artificial beings.

I make them
to look like you,

so you agree to become king.

Then I am really the king?

Oh, yes, you are king

for festival of sacrifice.

Festival? Sacrifice?

Big festival.

Everybody come, drink
gloog, make sleemoth.

Drink gloog?
Make sleemoth?

Very happy-

very happy?

Then make sacrifice.

Oh, one of your quaint religious rites,
no doubt. Purely symbolic in nature?

No, no. Sacrifice king
so everybody be happy,

well, prosperous
in year to come.

Sacrifice the king?

Skin him.

Stuff him. Very good stuffing.

Last many years.

Ten thousand years
from now, you look same.

Stand in hall of immortal kings.
Very great honor.

Let me out of here!

Too late. Too bad.

You agreed to become king.

Agreement recorded in Hall of
Contracts of Council of Planets.

All very legal.

Everything nice.

What do we do now?

We wait for ship
to come to get us.

We will see what
your friends are doing.

Well, I guess that's the
last we'll see of Dr. Smith.

Oh, what a callous dismissal of
one who has shared the dangers

and vicissitudes
of their daily life.

Well, I can't help
feeling worried about him.

Oh, dear and gracious lady.

Well, wherever he's going, you can
bet Smith will land on his feet.

ROBOT". Correction.
Dr. Smith will not depart.

What do you mean by that?

Acting under
prime directive,

I made certain
alien communications

to his mother ship
will not function.

Oh, bless you,
my dear, dear friend.

What do you mean by that?

Data pertaining
to aliens incomplete.

Prime directive
requires saving humans

from danger against their life,
even if against their wishes.

Recommend further study
of alien psychology

in correlation to primitive
rites of sacrificial kings.

Listen to him, you fools!
Listen to him!

He's got more sense
than the lot of you!

You see, they're suspicious of you.
Highly suspicious.

They'll never let you go while
you're holding me like this.

Never.

What are you doing?

Your people want Smith.

I give them Smith!

Uh. Oh, no.

Please. Please!

Maybe I can open them up
with one of these.

No. I'm gonna give them a chance
to settle this peacefully.

Ahoy, the ship!

This is John Robinson!

Unless you surrender Dr. Smith in
five minutes, we'll blow you open!

You have five minutes!

Good heavens.
This is impossible.

Good heavens.
This is impossible.

Pretty good, huh?

Friends want Smith.
They get Smith.

You'll never get
away with this.

Anyone can see
this is an imposter.

Whom are you calling an imposter,
you mirror image of myself?

He even talks like me.

Exact copy.

Your friends are
waiting for you.

You know what to do.

Of course.

Perhaps you like to see.
Hmm?

What's going on in there?

Dad, look!

It's Dr. Smith.

Smith, are you
all right?

Well, of course I'm
all right, dear fellow.

There's really no cause for alarm.
None at all.

They'll never buy that.

I was worried about
you, Dr. Smith.

Dear little friend, of course you
were, but quite unnecessarily.

Little fool! Can't you
see he's a fraud?

Why did they let you go?

It was my own decision.

I decided that ruling a
kingdom as vast as Andronica

was far beyond my
poor capabilities.

Smith!
Yes?

Where are you going?

To the spaceship.

The spaceship's
over there.

Why, so it is. How silly of me.
Come along, my boy.

Ruling Andronica is far
beyond his poor capabilities.

That's the first
hint of modesty

I've heard from
Dr. Zachary Smith.

Come back here, you idiots!
Come back!

Can't you see it's a trick?
Come back!

Oh.

Oh, dear.

Judy? Penny?

Yes?

Oh! Now, which one of
you girls did this?

I didn’t.

Neither did I.

Good morning!

Good morning,
good morning, good morning.

Wow.

Oh, why, Dr. Smith.

What are you
doing up so early?

Early to bed and early to rise makes
a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

I've been up for hours.

Good heavens. Half the day is
gone, and nothing's been done.

I do hope you
ladies don't mind

that I undertook to
prepare the breakfast?

Oh, did you do all this?

Now, come along, my dears,
do sit down. Madam.

All right.
Do sit down.

It's lovely.
Yes.

Ah, good morning, Professor
Robinson and Major West.

I trust you both
slept well.

Well, what's
going on here?

Dr. Smith prepared breakfast.

Oh, please. Please, dear
lady, let us not be formal.

Why don't you
just call me Zach?

Zach?
Zach.

Okay. If that's the way
you want it, Zach.

Thank you, dear, dear, Major. Do
sit down and have your breakfast.

Oh, clear. There is so
much to be done today.

Professor Robinson,
I have an idea

about developing that new
field of atomic ore.

Perhaps I should run on ahead
and start the preliminary work.

I don't believe
what I'm hearing.

I always thought "work" was a
bad word with you, Dr. Smith?

Oh, good heavens,
no, child.

Work is the foundation
of good character.

The harder the work,
the better the character.

Good morning,
dear boy.

Why don't you just sit down and let
Daddy Zach bring your breakfast?

Daddy Zach?

Yes. Daddy Zach.

I feel like
a second father to you.

Oh, dear,
I'm afraid the cooking

has been quite
hasty this morning.

All I can offer you is an
omelette aux fines herbes.

But tomorrow, I promise
you eggs Benedict.

Oh!

Well, hey, Daddy Zach.
Thank you.

Hey, wait.

Will somebody please tell
me what's going on here?

It does not compute.

Nothing computes anymore.

What do you mean,
my dear fellow?

You have changed.

Yes, I have,
and for the best.

Don't you agree?

I will have to reexamine my
tapes before I can answer that.

What a marvelous boon our mechanical
friend has been to us all.

Oh! We have so much to be thankful for.
So very much.

What did they do to you in
that alien ship, Dr. Smith?

Please. Daddy Zach.

It gives me a glorious
feeling of togetherness.

Well, you still haven't answered
my question, Daddy Zach.

What did they do
to you in there?

Really nothing,
my dear boy.

Merely awakened me to the potentials
of the world in which I live,

to my own capacity
for doing good,

to the wonder of scattering a little
sunshine as I travel through life.

Well, you sure
have changed.

My memory banks do not identify you as Dr.
Zachary Smith.

Do I look like Dr. Smith?

You stand like Dr. Smith.

Do I talk like Dr. Smith?

The tonal
quality is identical.

Then I must be Dr. Smith.

That does not
necessarily compute.

Never mind, my dear friend.
It will come to you.

I'm a-workin'
on the railroad

Soon, we be on Andronica.

Andronica? Oh, surely, sir, we
can make some other arrangement?

This is all a mistake,
you know...

No mistake.
You are king.

But if you will
recall, sir,

the crown selected my little
friend Will to be your king.

Perhaps I could still persuade the
little nipper to change his mind.

I have considerable influence
over him, you know.

No want boy.
Want you.

But I'm not fit to be a king,
even a sacrificial king.

I come from a very
humble background.

All of my ancestors
were peasants,

and very poor
peasants at that.

And as for noble virtues, well,
I'm a bit of a rogue, you know.

We know.
We know all the time.

All the time?

We set out bait for you.

For me? But the crown rejected
me when I first put it on.

Make you want it more.

Make you lie, betray your
friends to become king.

You past test for kind of king we want.
Here, have gloog.

Thank you very much.

Is good for you.
Make stuffing work better.

But why me?

Why take a rascal like me

when you have available a noble
mind like Professor Robinson,

or great physical
courage like Major West,

or incipient genius
like Will?

You are useless creature.

They are useful creatures.

Is wasteful to sacrifice
useful creatures as king.

You mean, you select your kings
because they're useless?

Sure. Nobody miss them.
Nobody care.

But you must give me an opportunity
to turn over a new leaf.

I'll prove myself.

I shall be a new Smith.

Trustworthy,
loyal, helpful, friendly,

courteous, kind,
obedient, cheerful,

thrifty, brave,
clean, and reverent.

Already is such a Smith.

You watch.

Oh, what a bitter blow.

But that is not the real me.

Oh, yes.

I make that good man
from essence of bad one.

He is you,
but without your faults.

He will be useful creature.

Uh.

Are you nearly finished
with that, clear? Uh-huh.

Help! Help!

Save me!
Help! Save me!

Ladies. Ladies, I'm in the
most perilous condition!

You must help me!

I am literally running to save my skin.
Time is of the essence!

What's wrong,
Uncle Zach?

Don't call me Zach!

Girls, go on.
Take Dr. Smith inside.

No, no. I must flee. There
is no safety for me here.

No, do as I say. Now look,
you're gonna be all right.

You're gonna be
safe with us.

Come on.

♪ All the livelong day

♪ I've been
workin' on the railroad

♪ Just to pass
the time away

Good heavens.

Now we have
two Dr. Smiths.

♪ Can't you hear
the whistle blowing

♪ Rise up
so early in the morn

♪ Can't you hear
the captain shouting

♪ Dinah, blow your horn ♪

What in the world are we
gonna do with two of you?

I should like to point out,
Professor Robinson,

that this person is
a mere interloper.

Well, that's fine,
Zach, but, uh...

Dr. Smith, if you please.

All right,
how do we get rid of him?

Do you have any
suggestions, Dr. Smith?

Call me Zach.

Zach, indeed.

That I should live to hear my distinguished
name bandied about in this fashion.

Oh, come, come, Zach, we both
know what the name stands for,

at least until now.

What do you mean, sir?

I mean, that you are shiftless,
unreliable, cowardly,

two-faced and a liar.

Shall I go on?

I shall not remain to
hear myself insulted.

Well, you certainly
told him, didn't you?

I certainly did,
and about time, too.

Yes, but that
doesn't solve the problem.

Frankly,
I don't think there's room

in this group
for two Dr. Smiths.

I couldn't agree more. You'll
have to get rid of him.

Well, you certainly don't
want him around, do you?

He is our friend.
And he was here first.

But it really doesn't
matter, Professor Robinson.

Not at all.

You see, I was created from the
essence of the original Smith

with a few of his worst
characteristics omitted.

But I am just as much
Zachary Smith as he is.

Just as human,
just as real.

Now, which one are
you going to keep?

With all his faults, Zach,

Dr. Zachary Smith
is our friend.

We don't want
to lose him.

All the livelong day

Now what do you
think you're doing?

Rebuilding the water system to provide
warm bathwater for the ladies.

You're trying to worm your
way into their affections.

You're hoping that when
the chips are down,

they will choose
you over me.

But the choice must be
theirs, wouldn't you say?

Certainly not. I have already
won a place in their hearts.

Aren't you
forgetting something, Zach?

The alien from Andronica. He hasn't
given up on you yet, you know.

We will fight him off
to the last man.

I'm afraid not.

He has weapons that make
anything we have look like toys.

I'm sorry, Zach,

but you won't be
around much longer.

My dear sir, you don't mean
that you'll simply stand by

and let that
grisly creature take me?

But what can I
do about it?

We are very similar.
You could take my place.

But why should I?

Because I'm human!

So am I.

But I'm
the original Zachary Smith,

the one with all the virtues, petty
faults, weaknesses and small evils,

such as cowardice while
you are without fault.

Oh, my dear sir,

surely you
realize that sacrifice

is more in your
line than mine.

Think it over.

Where are Will and Don?

Oh, they're out
patrolling the area.

Are you
expecting trouble?

Oh, it's a safe bet that the alien
will return for his property.

His property?

Yeah. Dr. Smith.

Which Dr. Smith is that?

Need you ask?

He hasn't stopped
working for a minute.

Where's our Dr. Smith?
The real one?

The last time I saw him, he was in
his cabin under the bed hiding.

John, how will we know when
the androids are coming?

Well, I have
the Robot out on patrol.

He'll give us ample warning
when they make their move.

Do you think we'll
be able to stop them?

Well, I don't know if our lasers
will work against androids.

I don't even know if that force
field will keep them out.

Danger! Danger! Red alert!
Red alert! Uh...

Smith, you better knock it off.
I'm expecting an attack.

But I have nothing to fear.
The alien doesn't want me.

But still, I don't feel justified
in taking up arms against him

who, in effect,
was my creator.

Therefore,
I shall continue to work.

All right.
Have it your way.

John?

Yeah, what's up?

We just saw the Robot. All his
power's been knocked out.

We better get on that force field.
Will, you get inside.

Yes, sir.

Better get inside,
Daddy Zach.

My dear boy, I have already
informed your father

of my intention
to remain neutral.

Yeah, but you might get hurt
if you stayed out here.

But I have nothing to fear,
little friend.

The purity of my intentions
is both my sword and buckler.

Where's my alter ego?

You mean the
other Dr. Smith?

Well, the last thing I heard
he was hiding under his bed.

Poor fellow.

I'm afraid moral
and physical courage

are simply not
included in his makeup.

Now, you'd better
run along.

I have work to finish, and
you'll be much safer inside.

But before you go,

would you mind
getting me my wrench

over there by
the rock somewhere?

Yes, sir.
Thank you.

Dad! Don! Dad! Don!
They're out there!

What, the androids?
Yeah, I saw one of them.

All right,
get back in the ship.

Is it ready?

Ready as it'll ever be.

Smith, get inside!

My thoughts and
prayers go with you.

Terrestrials, listen to me.

Surrender the real Smith

and we will not harm you.

If you do not surrender him,
you will be destroyed.

Our powers are
greater than yours.

We have already
incapacitated your Robot.

If you doubt our strength,
watch this demonstration.

Even your force fields
cannot stop us.

Even your force
field cannot stop us.

Maybe I can
stop him with this.

No! Stop! Stop!

It's no use,
my friends.

The end is inevitable.

They will overwhelm your
defenses and drag me off.

Well, do you have any other
suggestions then, Dr. Smith?

I will go out and
surrender to them.

No! We won't let you.

Dear little nipper,
my mind is made up.

And I shall
give my life gladly

to save those I
have grown to love.

"But whether on the scaffold
high or in the battle's van,

"the fittest place
a man can die

"is where he dies for man."

How beautiful.

Do you have any idea
what they'll do to you?

Perhaps I can make
an arrangement with them.

And if not, at least I shall
be a king for a little while.

I might even learn to drink
gloog and make sleemoth.

I'm sorry, Smith,
you can't do this.

Stay back,
Professor Robinson.

I shall not hesitate to shoot if it
means saving the lives of the others.

And now, farewell,
dear friends.

Fetch me my royal
crown and raiment.

If you must take me,
I shall go as your king.

They're gone.
They took him.

Certainly not.

There.

Enough of this masquerade.
Oh, my back.

I'm afraid I shall have to retire
to restore my vital forces.

Daddy Zach...

Daddy Zach, indeed.

I never want to hear that revolting
name ever again in my presence.

Now that's the
real Dr. Smith.

You are Smith.

Yeah.
Yes.

Of course I am.

Did you think
for one moment

that I would go off to an
uncertain fate in an alien world?

You mean,
Daddy Zach took your place,

and you took
Daddy Zach's place?

Yes. And, oh,
the strain of it.

He was a noble fellow.

However, I found it very easy
to convince him to see reason.

And now, if you'll
excuse me, I must retire.

Good night, sweet prince.

If it's any
comfort to you, Major,

both I and my alter ego
are quite certain

that nothing dreadful
will happen to him.

You see, the Andronicans
have a horror of waste.

And as soon as they realize that
he's really a very useful sort,

they will alter their
plans and release him.

Daddy Zach? Baah!

How about that?

Yeah. That's something.

Son, what's the matter?

Oh, I don't know.

I'm glad to have
the real Dr. Smith back.

But I was just
thinking about Daddy Zach.

He was really nice.

I sort of wish that...

No. I guess there
wouldn't be enough room

on one planet
for two Dr. Smiths.

I guess not.
No.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, dear.

Now, what have we here?

"Portable thruster employed
in rocket-belt flight

"by Professor John Robinson,
circa 1997."

Hardly the kind of thing I'd
deposit in a time capsule

for future
voyagers to discover.

The Egyptians
buried lots of things

in their time capsules,
Dr. Smith.

That's why we know
so much about them.

Did the Egyptians
have time capsules, too?

Sure. They called
them "pyramids."

Penny, see if you can
find something

a little more interesting
in that carton.

I think we'd better get back, Dr.
Smith. It's getting late.

Never fear, Smith is here.
You're perfectly safe.

Hey, look what I found.
Mom's space gauntlets.

She wore these
the day we left Earth.

How exciting.
Look again.

I think this is something
of yours, Dr. Smith.

Ah?

Ah! This is more like it.

"Meditations of
a Galactic Castaway.

"Being an account of
the courage, fortitude

"and personal sacrifice
of Dr. Zachary Smith."

I shall undoubtedly be named to
the Space Voyager's Hall of Fame

when posterity learns of my
brilliance, my courage, my...

Uh, uh...

What was that?

Sounded like
a wolf to me.

There can't be
any wolves out here.

Oh, yes, there can.
Look.

All I see are the two moons,
and we've seen them before.

But never so
bursting with fullness.

Is that bad?

Bad, my dear child?

It portends the very worst
of evil happenings

the night the witches dance

and the misbegotten creatures
of doom walk the earth.

When the dark and dismal voices...

There it is again.

It can only be a werewolf.

A werewolf?
On this planet?

Why should this planet be an exception?
We better go!

Wait. Maybe the Robot can
tell us what it really is.

Identify animal
noises, Robot.

Animal noises produced
by predator Canis lupus.

Volume and pitch
indicate predator

to be in condition
of extreme ferocity.

Canis lupus?

Yes, Canis lupus.

Werewolves!
We must hurry!

Hurry! Help me up, my dear. Oh!

Warning! Warning! Canis lupus in area!
Warning!

We should never have
stayed out this late.

And whose fault
is that?

This is no time for
idle recriminations.

This way. Come.
Will.