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"Silently one by one,
in the infinite meadows of heaven...

Blossomed the lovely stars,
the forget-me-nots of the angels."

That was beautiful, Don.

I liked it too,
but, uh, why now?

I don't know.
A touch of space rapture, maybe.

Space rapture
usually induces strange illusions.

I never thought it would remind you
of poetry you learned in high school.

You know, the funny thing is, I never learned
that in high school... or anywhere else.

- [ Panel Beeping ]
- [ John ] I don't like the sound of those signals.

At the rate it's moving, we should be able
to monitor it visually right now.

Over there. Look.

- Looks like a big emerald.
- [ Quietly ] Yes.

My recommendation is we give it a wide berth,
and I'm not talking space rapture or poetry.

Recommendation approved.
Hit port side thruster, one minute.

Side thrusters, one minute.

[ Roaring Blasts ]

Well, that takes care of that.

I've got to admit though,
it left me a little curious.

Oh, it left you curious, eh?
Well, we can't have any of that.

- Let's head back toward it.
- You're not serious?

Resume normal flight procedures.

- Airborne guidance system?
- You are excused, William.

This one and I have vital business.

But the Robot and I are only halfway through
with this checklist, Dr. Smith.

Later, William, later. This pod isn't
going anywhere-- not for a long, long time.

Well, we have to keep it in readiness,
and besides...

what business do you have in here
that could be so vital?

Not only is it vital, William,
but it is a matter which cannot brook delay.

I refer, of course,
to my periodic physiotherapy session.

For your information, Will Robinson,
Dr. Smith is referring to his rubdown.

He has told me that my claws do wonders
for his aching back. Correct, Dr. Smith?

Certainly not. Your claws create a disaster area
on my delicate back.

Howsoever, you will have to do
until I can find a proper masseur.

- Now, come along, you addlepated amateur.
- Dr. Smith...

can't your rubdown wait until the Robot and I
are through with this checklist?

- We'll only be a few minutes.
- William, stand aside.

- Well, at least let him check out
the airborne guidance system.
- I shall do it for you, my boy.

- "Airborne guidance system,"
- Dr. Smith, no!

- check!
- [ Engine Roaring ]

- What happened?
- Will!

- Will, come in!
- John, what is it?

as to do a kindness for others?

You call this a kindness?
You could get us all killed.

Warning! Warning! We are about to enter
the orbit of an unidentified planet.

- Do something!
- I'm trying to...

but the pod doesn't have enough power
to pull out.

Will, come in.

- Maybe he forgot to switch on his receiver.
- I've got them.

Yeah, along with our uninvited friend,
the emerald planet, right on its tail.

Something strange going on.

- What?
- Lost track of the pod.

It skidded off the scope like something
just pushed it out of its flight path.

Centrifugal force from that planet?

Size of it,
I'd say it would attract, not repel.

Well, maybe its mass is obeying laws of physics
that we don't understand yet.

Don, did you get a fix on the pod's position
before it left the screen?

It's not completely out
of our frequency range.

It should be on the tracking computer.
That's where we lost it.

All right. We'll allow 001 for orientation error
and head for it.

Check.

John, do you actually think it is a planet?

It's either a planet or an asteroid.
We'll know when we land there.

Incidentally, darling,
you'd better get below and strap in.

- It may be a rough atmosphere entry.
- All right. Come on, dears.

"001." Right?
All right.

We're being hit by the same force
that must have hit the pod.

- I can't stay on course.
- Well, keep correcting.

Oh, that's great.
It's correcting right back.

It knew exactly
what we're doing.

Action and reaction.
Equal and opposite.

At least it's obeying that law of physics.

Yeah, like it's got a brain
smarter than ours.

[ Explosion ]

We're going into orbit!

- Ten degrees off course now.
- [ John ] Correct for 20.
That'll take care of the interference.

I've got a feeling that someone down on that
planet's letting us know that we're not welcome.

Well, welcome or not,
we're going in.

- Hit the retro-rockets for entry.
- Hitting retros!

[ Roaring ]

We're up against some kind
of atmospheric barrier.

It's stopped us cold.
We're hovering!

All right. Full forward thrust.
Ten seconds!

[ Rockets Roaring ]

The landing gear control's out.

All right, then prepare for emergency landing.

[ Crashing ]

Well...

that overcorrection
put us right on target...

even though it was a belly landing.

Well, we won't be on target
unless the pod's right in this area.

Well, there are a lot of rocks,
but no pod.

- Have you found them?
- Not yet, dear.

If our tracking computations are correct,
this is where they should've landed.

- [ Panel Beeping ]
- They're just inside our radar net.

- That couldn't be more than half a mile.
- Will?

[ John On Speaker ]
Will. Come in, Will.

Dad, this is Will.
Where are you?

Right here on this planet, Son.

And very near.
Are you all right?

- We're fine, Dad. We didn't mean to lift off.
- Well, never mind that now.

- Look, are you still in the pod?
- [ Will On Speaker ] Mm-hmm.

Well, stay put till we get there.

There's a large, anvil-shaped rock out there.

We'll be coming from that direction.

Dad, there aren't any rocks out there--

just trees and jungle growth,
like a rain forest.

A rain forest?
Within half a mile of here?

Can you get a picture?

- [ Static ]
- Too much interference.

- Will.
- [ Static Continues ]

- Will, if you hear me, come in, Will.
- [ Switches Off Screen ]

- Let's go.
- John.

Keep all radio channels open.
Don't let anyone out of the ship.

- And don't worry.
- All right.

You were very remiss, William.
You neglected to assure your father...

that I was in no way responsible
for this accidental flight.

All right, Dr. Smith. I'll assure him...
if I can get the radio working.

Dad.
Come in, Jupiter.

My sensors indicate
that the pod's communication system...

has been effectively jammed,
Will Robinson.

Jammed? By what?

There are more jamming potentials
on this planet, Will Robinson...

than can be computed
by my memory banks.

Never fear, Smith is here.
We can find our own way to the Jupiter...

if we can just spot the rock
your father mentioned.

Dad told us to stay put.

But we can save time if we meet him halfway.
And then, William, you can tell him--

- That you were in no way to blame?
- Exactly.

All right, Dr. Smith. I'll do my best.
But I'm not promising anything.

[ Switch Clicking ]

[ Sighs ] I guess the jamming potentials
jammed the hatch as well as the radio.

I will blast it open.

Do I have permission
to employ full power?

Well, I guess so.

- Proceed. Proceed.
- Stand aside and protect yourselves.

[ Electrical Buzzing ]

- [ Wind Blowing ]
- Robot, close the hatch!

Capability inadequate. Follow me!

It's a tornado.
We'll be blown sky-high.

- [ Wind Fades ]
- [ Creatures Chirping And Squawking, Distant ]

What happened to the wind?

Off the cuff, I would say that pressures
within and without the pod...

have now been equalized.

What an enchanting garden.
A veritable paradise.

- [ Thunderclap ]
- Oh!

- [ Rain Falling ]
- We'll be drenched.

- [ Rainfall Continues ]
- And I'll catch cold, William.
I need my raincoat and galoshes.

- That's funny. I can hear the rain, but I can't feel it.
- [ Thunderclaps Continue ]

Dry rain?

Well, of course. In the tropics, rain
always evaporates before it hits the ground.

The leaves aren't wet either.

- Do you agree with Dr. Smith's theory, Robot?
- Negative.

It is my conviction
that we are in the presence...

of meteorological phenomena
of alien origin.

Data inadequate for more detailed evaluation.

Alien origin indeed,
you ill-informed ignoramus.

Why, when I was in the islands
of the South Pacific--

- [ Large Bird Screeching ]
- [ Yelps ] Shoo! Shoo! Go away.

- [ Screeching Continues ]
- It's an albatross. A terrible condor.

Correction: It is nonexistent.

Oh, good heavens. Fatigue has affected
my memory. I'm imagining terrors.

I must be tired too.

I heard that bird-- or whatever it was--
just like you did, Dr. Smith.

We better get going.
The sooner we get back to the Jupiter, the better.

Oh, no, no. I'm completely exhausted.
I think I shall...

remain here for a bit
and have a little rest, William.

Have the Chariot
come and fetch me.

Have the Chariot
come and fetch me.

Well, what a
luscious-looking fruit.

Dr. Smith, you know we're not supposed to eat
alien fruit until it's been analyzed.

Nonsense. This is quite obviously
an edible variety...

of our own terrestrial peach.
[ Gasps ]

- [ Explodes ]
- [ Yelps ]

Now you know.

One swallow does not a summer make,
nor one peach a blight.

- [ Explodes ]
- [ Yelps ]

[ Explosions Continue ]

You were right, William.
'Tis a blight.

Oh, good heavens.
All this fruitless activity has done me in.

I think I'll take a little nap.

- I do not recommend sleep, Dr. Smith.
- Oh, go away, ninny. Go away.

- [ Exhales ]
- Rouse him, Will Robinson.

It may be very harmful
to fall asleep in this area.

What could be harmful about sleeping?

[ Yawns ]
I think I'll take a nap too.

[ Yawns ]

On your feet!
This is not the time nor the place for sleep.

[ Sighs ]
Right now, any place is good enough for me.

You know, this doesn't look like the terrain
that would lead to a rain forest.

- Let's try that trail over there.
- [ Coughs ]

- [ Rocks Clattering ]
- Wait a minute.
- What's up?

[ John ] Well, didn't you hear that?
Sounds like something moving up there.

Well, that's solid rock.

- You must have heard the echo
of our own footsteps.
- Yeah, I guess you're right.

- [ Rumbling ]
- Don!

You know, if I didn't know better...

I'd say that boulder waited for us
to get right underneath it before it let go.

- Kind of like it had a brain.
- Let's go.

[ Snoring ]

[ Sputters ]

Ah. Nothing like a brief nap
to restore one's vitality. Yes.

Ah, I feel completely refreshed.

William?

William?
What are you doing there?

- Didn't I ask you to fetch the Chariot?
- Char--

- The Chariot?
- [ Yawning ] Oh, the Chariot. Oh.

Oh, I must have dozed off for a minute.
How long was I asleep?

I'm sure I don't know.
My naps never last longer than, uh, 15 minutes.

But it's daylight.

Daylight comes swiftly in tropical regions.

Well, if it was 15 minutes,
Dad and Don should've been here by now.

What happened to the Robot?

Robot, what happened to you?

[ Weakly ]
I-- I am in a condition of... near inertia...

- due to-- due to--
- [ Metallic Creak ]

"Due to," my foot. Good heavens.
He's developed jungle mildew, I think--

a touch of mechanical rheumatism.

Can you lead us to the Jupiter?

Affirmative.
However, I shall need a rubdown...

- with Dr. Smith's massage lotion.
- [ Creaks ]

Just do for me what I do for your aching back,
Dr. Smith, and I will be fine.

Indeed!
Of all the impudence.

Better do as he wants, Dr. Smith,
or we'll never get going.

A man of my quality reduced
to performing menial tasks?

Really!

You know, Robot,
I know I only slept for a few minutes, but--

- well, it feels like--
- [ Creaks ]

Like what, Will Robinson?

Well, like it was much longer.

I shall never forget nor forgive
this indignity:

Zachary Smith,
a common masseur.

- [ Creaks ]
- Cease the squawking, Dr. Smith, and get going.

I ache all over.

- Ah. Ah. That feels fine, Dr. Smith.
- [ Creaking ]

Rub harder. Harder.

Well, don't dawdle, William.
Keep going. Come along.

- Dr. Smith!
- Yes, yes?

Well, can't you see it?

It looks like our spaceship!

Oh, good heavens. This isn't the Jupiter 2.
It can't be.

It's some unknown wreck.
We must have strayed off the proper path.

I'd like to believe you, Dr. Smith,
but I don't know. Robot?

If you are asking me to identify
this disabled vehicle...

I can only say I fear the worst.

To the best of my capability,
I must regretfully report...

that this is the Jupiter 2.

- What?
- But how could it have gotten
so old-looking so fast?

I talked to Dad
less than a half an hour ago.

How could those things
have grown on it so quickly?

Well, things grow very quickly
in the jungle, you know.

But this isn't the jungle.
The jungle's over there.

I'm going inside.
Are you coming with me, Dr. Smith?

Must we, William?
I'm afraid that the shock of what we discover...

may be too much
for your young eyes.

All right. I'll wait here
while you go inside.

On second thought,
I think perhaps it's best...

if you learn to face disasters bravely.

Come, William.

[ Shudders ]

Oh, good heavens.

We'd better go below.

- Do you think we should?
- No, not really, but we have to.

Yes.

It won't work.
We'll have to use the ladder.

Yes.

[ Robot ]
Will Robinson! Dr. Smith!

William. Come along.

- Is it good news, Robot?
- Negative, so far--

so far as regards to the members of your family,
Will Robinson.

However, do not be discouraged...yet.

- What do you mean, "yet"?
- He's just trying to soften the blow
for us all, William.

Correction. I am trying to prepare you
for a surprise. Look.

I don't believe it. It cannot be
a statue of you, you bumbling birdbrain.

Your opinion of me is not shared
by those who erected it, Dr. Smith.

Would you care to read the inscription,
Will Robinson--

loud enough for all to hear, please?

"In memoriam:
Erected to the memory...

"of Earth's first ambulatory computer
to traverse deep space...

- "to the cybernetic hero"--
- Balderdash!

- Louder, please.
- [ Clears Throat ]

"to the cybernetic hero
of the Robinson expedition...

gratefully dedicated
in the year 2270 A.D."

- What?
- Not such a bad likeness, wouldn't you say?

Although they did skimp a little
on my broad shoulders.

2270 A.D.?

Dr. Smith, we didn't sleep for 15 minutes.
We slept for over 270 years!

That's impossible.
It can't be.

I'm young.
I'm still my former youthful self. William!

Look at me. Please.
Please tell me that I haven't changed.

You're the same
as you always were, Dr. Smith.

Oh, thank you, my dear, little friend.
Thank you.

"Cybernetic hero" indeed.
Cybernetic simpleton.

- Watch it, Dr. Smith. Your jealousy is showing.
- Bah!

# I am a cybernetic hero #

# Famous all through space ##

- ## [ Continues, Faint ]
- Where could they have gone?

- What could have happened to them?
- [ Men Yelling, Approaching ]

[ Yelling Continues ]

[ Yelling Stops ]

William! William!

[ Roaring ]

- [ Roaring Continues ]
- [ Yelps ] No, no. I'm a friend.

Don't hurt me.
I'm a friend.

William! Save me!

Oh, William. He means to destroy me.
Run for your life.

- I don't see anyone, Dr. Smith.
- What?

Oh, William, the end is near.
I feel it.

This planet is infested with terrible creatures.
We must leave at once.

Well, I don't know about that,
but I saw something too. But I'm not leaving...

until I find out what happened to my family
and who made that statue of the Robot.

You have been discussing my statue,
Will Robinson-- favorably, I hope?

This is no time for compliments.

Yes. Spare us your ridiculous remarks,
you insensitive idiot.

I just wanna know what happened
while we were sleeping back there.

[ Thunderclap ]

- Take cover. Take cover!
- Do not be alarmed.

My sensors indicate that this storm
may not be for real.

Well, the lightning that hit that tree
was real enough. Let's get out of here.

[ Thunderclaps Continue ]

[ Man ]
Hello, there!

Sergeant, check them out.

[ Instrument Warbling ]

All systems check out within safe limits
for contact, sir.

Systems indeed.
We are not machines, I'll have you know.

[ Chuckles ]
Of course you're not.

Uh, except for our little friend over here.
Kind of ancient, isn't he?

[ Chuckles ]

Look here.

This type went out
with the end of the millennium.

Well, he's good enough for us, and good enough
for someone to put up a statue to him.

- A lovely statue.
- I'm Astronaut Commander Fletcher.

You must be...
"Dr. Zachary Smith."

Indeed, I am.

Your young friend here
is "Will Robinson," right?

Yes, sir.
But how did you know that?

Ultra-sensitive perception equipment.
We knew you were here.

- That's one of the reasons that we came.
- Did you get caught in the storm?

- Storm? Was there a storm?
- It stopped the moment you arrived.

Lucky.
Sergeant, will you check the vehicle?

- Oh, Commander.
- Yes?

I take it, my dear sir, that you are
to all intents and purposes a rescue team...

and you're going to take us
back to Earth.

- Is that correct?
- We'll know more about that, Dr. Smith...

once I've reported my findings
back to the mother ship.

- And by the way, our primary mission
is not of rescue.
- It's not?

- What is your mission, sir?
- Archeological team is what you'd call us, I guess.

Space historians, if you like.
We record all the evidence we can find...

of early space voyages
for the benefit of future voyagers.

Should be of great help to them.

What about the Jupiter voyagers?

Have you found anything out
about what happened to them?

[ Instrument Beeping ]

- [ Switches Off Beeping ]
- Sergeant, report to base.

But, sir, you haven't answered my question.

Well, if our bearings were accurate,
the pod should be right here.

Except for one thing. Will described this area
as being a rain forest, a jungle.

Well, look at it.
There's nothing like that here.

Let's go on.

À votre santé, William.

Mmm. [ Smacks Lips ]
Lovely.

I must say, it was charming of the commander
to provide us with such an excellent snack.

It is not a snack, Dr. Smith.
It is a full dinner, if it is a dinner.

What do you mean, "if it is a dinner"?
Of course, it's a dinner.

- I'm eating it, am I not?
- You appear to be eating it, Dr. Smith...

however it is possible
that you are eating it more but enjoying it less.

Nonsense. This roast is excellent.
I couldn't have done better myself.

Well, the Robot may be right, Dr. Smith.
I don't like that Commander Fletcher...

and I don't trust anything
about him or his sergeant.

Now, now, William.
They're fine, upstanding Americans.

Well, then why weren't they surprised
to see us alive after all those years?

Why didn't they answer any of my questions?
Why didn't they take us to their headquarters?

And why was I not treated with the proper respect
due to a cybernetic hero?

Silence, you preening popinjay.

You're making mountains out of molehills,
both of you.

Well, just the same, I'm gonna try and find
their headquarters and get some answers.

Let's go, Robot.

Spare me the direful doubts.

To you, Zachary.
You've done it again.

[ Yelps ]

Wait for me!

- This must be their headquarters.
- If it is their headquarters, and if these are flags.

- What do you mean?
- My sensors indicate...

that appearances can be deceptive,
Will Robinson.

[ Sighs ]
Well, I'm going in anyway.

There's no one in here.

Hello, is anyone in here?

William! William,
I thought you abandoned me.

- [ Rock Scraping ]
- [ Gasps ]

- What was that?
- It sounded like someone
was moving things around.

- [ Metallic Creaking ]
- But there's nothing in here to be moved.

- [ Clattering ]
- [ Creature Growling ]

- The walls-- they're closing in on us.
- Negative, Dr. Smith.

You are allowing your imagination
to run away with you.

- [ Creature Squawking ]
- There it is again.

Let's get out of here, Dr. Smith.
It's getting kinda spooky.

- [ Gasps ] Where are they?
- Where's what?

- The "spookies."
- Dr. Smith, there aren't any "spookies."
It's an expression--

something you feel, not see.

- I feel it. I feel it.
- Let's get out of here.

Judy?

Hi.

Judy?

That is my name. I'm very glad you recognized me.
I didn't think you would.

Why shouldn't I recognize you?
You're my own sister.

- Where's Mom and Dad? How'd you get here?
- One thing at a time, Will.

First of all, I hate to disappoint you,
but I'm not your sister.

- Oh, Judy, this is no time for jokes.
- I'm not joking, Will.

Well, then if you're not joking,
how do you know my name?

I know all your names.
I knew who you were the moment I saw you.

Please, Judy, stop playing games.

And if you're not my sister,
who are you?

Now, now, my dear.
You've tormented your brother quite long enough.

Will is not my brother, Dr. Smith,
and I am not his sister.

Try not to be too upset, Will,
but your sister Judy...

was my great-great-great-grandmother.

My sister Judy was--

Of course. I understand
the whole thing now. William...

you forgot to make allowance
for the passage of time.

How very exciting
to meet a distant relative.

My dear, we have so much to talk about.
Your great-great-great-grandmother...

was such a lovely girl,
and you look just like her.

Maybe she does,
and maybe she does not.

Silence, cybernetic skeptic.

William, where are your manners?
Say "How do you do?" to your, um-- to your niece...

five or six times removed.

I'm not sure I want to.

- [ Mouthing Word ]
- I know how you feel, Will.

You're terribly disappointed
because I'm not who you thought I was.

But we are relatives.

Come on. I'm sure you and I
have lots of things to talk about.

Come on.

What great, good fortune to find a relative
among these lovely people.

She is no relative of yours,
Dr. Smith.

She may be Will's relative.

- On the other hand, she may not.
- We have no reason to doubt her.

We have reason to doubt everything,
Dr. Smith-- everything.

Bah!

Ah, Sergeant,
I'm so glad you came.

This digital dunce is afflicted
with certain doubts about you. [ Gasps ]

How dare you!
How dare you strike me!

I demand an apology at once, you hear,
or you face summary court-martial. I'm waiting.

There will be no apology, Smith.
We have just checked you out.

- Your name is Zachary Smith?
- Of course it is.

Mine is Horatio Smith, Smith.

And whether I like it or not--
and I don't--

you are my great-great-great-great-grandfather.

Am I in--

I am?
Oh, good heavens.

Oh, my dear boy.
You are my great-great-great-great- grandson?

Well, let me look at you.

Yes. I can see a resemblance.
I think I'm going to cry.

What a magnificent specimen of manhood
you are--just like me!

What a credit to the name of Smith!

Except that Zachary Smith
has shamed all the Smiths, Smith.

You know what it's like to live under a cloud?
To have a finger of scorn pointed at you...

because you-- yes, you--
besmirched the family name?

I? Are you suggesting that the family name
was besmirched by me?

Were you or were you not
the fifth columnist...

- in the Jupiter expedition?
- Certainly not.

- Were you or were you not the master saboteur?
- No.

Were you or were you not the sly...

Machiavellian menace during
the entire Robinson voyage?

- Well, I--
- Answer me! Answer me--yes or no?

How dare you!
Did you hear these foul slanders?

I did,
and they are not slanders.

Hold your tongue, sir.

How? How shall I defend myself
against these monstrous charges?
How shall I clear my good name?

I have it.
Great-great-great-great-grandson...

you will beam this message to Earth immediately
from your mother ship:

- "I, Zachary Smith"--
- Forget it, Smith.

- Messages won't change a thing.
- But these frightful allegations must be erased.

There is only one possible way:

face-to-face confrontation with the members
of the Supreme Court of the Space Judiciary.

Then I must go at once.

Our mother ship leaves at dawn.
You have two hours.

You may lift off in your pod at 0600
and rendezvous with us then.

I hope you can talk your way out of this, Smith,
but I doubt it.

If you can't,
you can forget that you ever saw me.

[ Yelps ]

- No sign of them yet.
- Well, let's hope they're on their way back by now.

John. John, this is Maureen.
Do you read me?

[ Static On Speaker ]

- [ Chuckles ] Well, I guess not.
- [ Static Stops ]

- Well, maybe I can get a picture.
- All right. Give it a try.

- [ Electronic Squeal ]
- [ Screams ]

[ Maureen ] Oh! Oh, Judy what is it?
What happened?

- What happened? What is it?
- Will?

Will, don't you know me?
Will?

- I'm Penny.
- Penny?

What is it, Judy?
Don't you know us?

Oh, I'm all right.

- You all right now?
- Yes, thank you.

It's funny.
For a moment I felt as--

as if I were someone else.

Oh, dear. I wish your father would hurry back
so that we could get off this planet.

- So do I.
- [ Sighs ]

"Fifth columnist."
"Saboteur."

"Sly, Machiavellian menace."
What vicious and unfounded lies.

Everybody knows that I was the true hero
of the Robinson expedition.

I do not see any statues
erected to you, Dr. Smith.

Bah!

Someday soon you will go too far,
and then, beware.

And that's how I was appointed
official photographer to the archaeological team.

You're very lucky, Will.

Why, you're going back to a world
that's almost three centuries in advance...

of anything you've ever known before.

- I'm not going back.
- Don't be a little fool.

I'm sorry, Will.

Tell me about your sister Judy.

You're--
You're so much like her.

It'd be like telling you about yourself.

- You two seem to have
made friends very quickly.
- Yes, sir.

- Will and I know a great deal
about one another now.
- Well, that's good...

because our work
is almost done here.

Will, we checked out the statue.

- It was erected by your parents before they left.
- Did they leave anything else?

Oh, a number of ancient artifacts,
of course:

primitive galley,
remnants of an early communications system.

No, I don't mean anything like that.
I mean, like a message for me.

- I'm afraid not, son.
- Oh.

Try not to take it too hard, Will.
It was a long time ago.

My team checked out
your pod's capability, Will.

- You can rendezvous
with our mother ship at 0600.
- And go where?

Back to Earth. Where else?

Dr. Smith and your robot
are already on their way to your vehicle--

that is, if you want to take
that antique robot along.

- I wouldn't go anywhere without him.
- I understand.

He'll make an interesting addition
to our space museum.

[ Exhales ]

- [ Creatures Chirping And Squawking, Distant ]
- Dr. Smith? Robot?

No trees, no jungle growth, no rain forest.
Will must have been imagining things.

No, he only tells us things he's imagined
once he's safely home.

I don't think he'd do so
in an emergency.

Well, then we're still lookin'
for a rain forest.

We're still looking
for a rain forest.

- Didn't you hear me calling you?
- We heard nothing, Will Robinson.

[ Exhales ] That Commander Fletcher
said you were headed for the space pod.

And so we were. But where is it?
I know this is where we left it.

And so we were. But where is it?
I know this is where we left it.

That's right. We did.
I remember that tree.

What could have happened to it?

- I have exhausted myself searching for it.
- [ Robot ] So have I.

So has he.
Let us gird our loins, William.

We must find it and keep the rendezvous
with their mother ship.

I have a solemn duty to perform.
My reputation is at stake.

Well, I'm not worried
about your reputation, Dr. Smith.

And even when we do find it,
I don't think we should rendezvous with them.

I just don't trust them.
We're staying here.

But William!

- Can you see it?
- No.

We must find it. Time is running short.
They'll leave without us.

- That's all right with me.
- Have you taken leave of your senses, William?

These fine people
are the only means of our salvation.

Besides, I owe it to myself
to set the record straight when we return to Earth.

You will have to tell a few whoppers
to do that, Dr. Smith.

Quiet, you obsolete oaf!

- [ Branch Snaps ]
- Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me!

Help me! Help me up!
Oh, William.

[ Straining ]
Good heavens, I shall never be the same.

I guess it was another
of those optical illusions.

- Another?
- We may not even be in the jungle.

- Maybe we just think we are.
- Poor William. You must be very tired.

I think the fatigue
has affected your mind.

It's not fatigue, Dr. Smith.
It's something on this planet...

and we're gonna find out
what it is.

- I agree with Will Robinson.
- Do you indeed?

And what about that atrocious statue?
Is that an optical illusion too?

You have a point there,
Dr. Smith...

that is, if I am a cybernetic hero.

You deplorable dunderhead.
Did you or did you not...

read the inscription
on that silly statue?

Maybe I did,
maybe I did not.

Oh, good heavens.
You're both confusing me.

My brain is rattling around,
setting up a fearful din. William.

William, please help me find that pod.

That's what I'm trying to do, Dr. Smith.

- Now, let's go.
- Yes.

This is the longest half-mile
I've ever walked.

We've been in four different directions
and still no sign of 'em.

The only direction left is up.

- [ Static ]
- No.

We're still being jammed,
and by that same interference...

that tried to prevent our landing.

We're goin' around in circles!

[ Warbling Whine ]

[ Whine Continues, Rising ]

[ Hinges Creak ]

There's nothing there to indicate
they were ever inside.

And those controls look
as if they haven't been used in years.

- That's impossible.
- It only seems impossible.

- [ Static ]
- Maureen. Come in, Maureen.

- We're still being jammed.
- Look. Regardless of what's happened...

to the pod,
I think we'd better get back to the ship.

Will and Smith
might be back there by now.

No. If they were on their way there,
we'd have seen them.

Don, look at the pod.

- I'm looking.
- All right, what do you see?

Just what you see.

- Looks like it was left here
a long time ago and rotted.
- Now, we know that isn't true.

Well, maybe not,
but that's the way it looks.

No. That's what we've been led to think
it looks like... by some trick, some illusion.

- An illusion? That?
- No. I-I'm serious. I mean it.

Try thinking of it
as an illusion.

[ Warbling Whine ]

[ John ]
It's an illusion.

- [ Whine Continues ]
- It's a-- It's an illusion!

[ Whine Stops ]

Yeah, this planet's for real, all right...

but everything on it-- everything you see,
hear and touch-- is imaginary.

And it's only real
if you allow yourself to be fooled.

- Do you think that Will and Dr. Smith were fooled?
- Yes, or they'd be here.

Now, we've gotta find them
before the illusions...

become so real for them
they won't know the difference.

Come on!

- Am I seeing things, Robot?
- Negative. You are seeing the real pod.

However, there is no mother ship.

Splendid. Let's go aboard
and keep the rendezvous.

Dr. Smith, didn't you hear what the Robot said?
There's no mother ship to rendezvous with.

And I don't think there's any
archaeological team either.

William, surely you don't doubt
the evidence of your own senses?

No, the evidence of something other than
my senses. And I've got to find out what it is.

My dear boy,
please try to understand.

This is a matter of life and death for me.

For posterity, I must erase this smear
on the good name of Smith.

For posterity, I must erase this smear
on the good name of Smith.

We're not going.

- But William--
- We're not going.

- Very well. I shall go alone.
- Dr. Smith, you can't. It's some kind of a trick.

If you go up in the space pod,
you'll never get back. You'll never get anywhere.

Unhand me, William.
"This above all: to thine own self be true."

I must look the members of the Space Judiciary
straight in the eye and deny everything.

I'll send a rescue ship
as soon as is possible.

Until then, adieu, little friend.

You take care of him,
or you'll answer to me.

William, I'm afraid I shall need
a little help with the liftoff.

- Not from me, Dr. Smith.
- Nor me.

Oh, try to forget your suspicions.

I have absolute faith in the integrity
of these fine people.

That's what they want you to have,
Dr. Smith. Don't you see?

They got you on their side by telling you
that silly story about your reputation.

And then they tried to win the Robot over
by letting him see his statue.

They tried to get me by showing me
someone who looked like Judy.

Except I don't believe it. We've got to find out
who's doing this to us and why.

- Are you coming with us?
- [ Commander On Speaker ] We are waiting.

Please enter your spacecraft
and prepare for liftoff. We are waiting.

There you are, William.
They are waiting for us.

- Don't believe it.
- We are waiting.

Let's go, Robot.
You'd better come with us, Dr. Smith.

But they're waiting for us.

Well, let 'em wait.
Come on.

They'll be back soon, Commander.
You'll see.

Please wait.
They'll be back soon.

I know I said this jungle wasn't for real,
but now I'm not so sure.

Be sure, Will Robinson.
I assure you it is not for real.

[ Warbling Whine ]

Robot, what happened?

[ Slowly ] I have been subjected
to a severe, high-frequency attack...

by an alien force
from... that direction.

We must prepare ourselves for further attacks
from the same direction.

- Maybe we'd better go back.
- Offense is the best defense, Will Robinson.

[ Snarling ]

- [ Snarling Continues ]
- He's for real, isn't he?

- Ne-ga-tive.
- [ Warbling Whine ]

- [ Groaning ]
- You okay, Robot?

I-- I do not know...
who I am.

Who are you?

I don't believe it.
I don't believe you're for real.

Wait here, Robot.

Less and less like a rain forest...

and more and more
like good old Death Valley.

Yes. And there are some
illusions there too.

[ Wind Howling ]

- [ Shouting ] Is this an illusion?
- Maybe!

Even though it seems to be holding us back,
keep going!

- Where are you?
- Right here!

- Maybe we'd better wait until it blows over!
- No! Keep going!

[ Wind Stops ]

You were right.
Something's dead set on getting us to turn back.

Which I have no intention of doing.

[ Creature Roaring ]

[ Hisses ]

No! You're not for real.

[ Hisses ]

- [ Roaring, Hissing Continues ]
- I don't believe it. I don't believe it!

- [ Electrical Pop ]
- [ Screeching ]

- [ Screeching Continues ]
- You're not real. I don't believe it.

[ Electrical Humming And Beeping ]

Why are you still here?

Why have you not departed?
Are you not afraid?

I'd be a fool not to be afraid, but only when
there's something real enough to be afraid of.

Do you doubt my reality?

Well, if you're the one responsible...

for everything that's been happening here,
I guess you're real enough.

You are an intruder.
There is no place for you here.

But we didn't come here by choice,
and we don't mean any harm.

All intruders are harmful.

They must be so deluded by fear
that they will depart quickly.

It seems to me
that you're the one who's afraid.

If you're so scared, why don't you just destroy us
and be done with it?

I am not programmed to destroy...
unfortunately.

Over the centuries,
since I was abandoned here...

I have acquired the power
to create illusions...

against those who would intrude here.

Those illusions only fooled me at first,
but not anymore.

- [ Warbling Whine ]
- [ Growling ]

- You are afraid.
- You're not real. You're not!

You will be destroyed by your fear.

I don't believe it!
You're not real!

- He is real, Will Robinson.
- Seize them.

The machine used up the last of its powers
to create reality...

instead of illusion.

It's reality was no match for ours.

- Will!
- Dad!

- Well, it took us long enough to find you.
- How long, Dad?

- Oh, about an hour.
- Well, that's better than 270 years.

- Come again?
- It's a long story.

- I'll explain while we pick up Dr. Smith.
- All right.