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[ Thunder Crashing ]

Warning! Warning! Cosmic squall line
now at 10 kilometers.

North-northwest.
Radiation level increasing.

Gale-force winds
expected.

William?

William, where are you?

William.

William! What on earth
are you doing with that contraption?

Oh, hi, Dr. Smith. I'm waiting
for that cosmic storm to get closer...

in order to try this out.

You see, when it hits,
we should be able to see cosmic particles...

shoot back and forth
between the two poles.

This is supposed to slow them down.
You know, kind of trap them.

- I see.
- Now all we have to do is wait
for the cosmic lightning--

[ Thunder Crashing ]

Well!
And here it is now!

How dare you interrupt the journey
of the great Chronos!

Oh, I ought to reverse
your time tapes!

How dare you trap me!

Y-You see, sir,
i-it was an experiment.

We were trying to trap
some cosmic particles.

Not "we,"
my dear sir-- "he."

A boyish prank. An immature mistake.
I'm sure you understand.

Turn off that machine!
Release me!

William, I have a feeling that we
should not turn him loose all at once.

[ Groaning ]

Don't turn the machine off.
Just turn it down a little.

So, it wasn't
an accident after all.

You deliberately
set out to trap me!

You're going to ask for a ransom.
Isn't that it?

No, sir.
You see, we were just--

William, let me handle this. I take
umbrage at your insinuation, sir!

We are not bandits, and we have
no interest at all in ransom.

How some ever,
you did disrupt our experiment--

that is to say,
his experiment--

and I'm sure that you'll agree
that that is worth...

a little something,
Mr., uh--

I'm afraid I didn't
catch your name.

You dare to bargain
with Chronos the Time Merchant?

Oh, if I could get free...

I would reduce
your time spans...

a creature
who can control time.

I think we should
turn him loose.

After all,
we did catch him by mistake.

William, you have no head for business.
Don't you realize who he is?

What he can pay?

He can make us immortal.
We can live forever.

No. I think we should
let Dad handle this.

- William!
- I would advise you to stay inside the cave.

[ Thunder Crashing ]

What have you done to them?
What's happening?

There's no one running the factory.
The time tapes have-- have gone amok.

They're running backwards
and sideways and upside down!

All right.
If I turn you loose--

Then everything
would be normal.

William, I will not
allow you to do it.

We will not let him go! We have not
made our financial arrangement yet.

Come along.
We must go.

- Go where?
- Where are you taking him?

Why, back to the factory,
of course.

Young man, you have
inconvenienced me.

You caused me to lose time,
and I have to make it up.

I'm sorry. I can't go
anywhere with you.

There are no child labor laws
in my factory.

Oh, please. Please don't
harm him. Please!

- William!
- Come along.

William!

William!

Warning!
Cosmic squall line is now...

at five kilometers!

- Where's Will?
- I don't know.

- A terrible creature took him.
- What creature?

His name was Chronos.
A most unreasonable being.

- Where did he take him?
- Through the wires.

Warning! Warning!
Extra-dimensional force field.

- What kind?
- I do not know.

I could have lived forever.
"Smith the Immortal."

What a pleasant, unassuming
ring that has to it.

I ought to wring your neck!
But that'll wait.

Now I want
some answers.

- Who was this creature,
and what was he doing here?
- I've told you all I know.

He was a time merchant.
His name was Chronos. Dr. Chronos.

He got caught in Will's
cosmic particle trap.

The dimensional opening
is beginning to close.

All right. I'm going after them.
You'll come with me.

Are you sure you would not like to take
Dr. Smith and leave me behind?

Now don't you start!

And as for you, let the others on the ship
know what's happening and sit tight.

- Understood?
- That's all that's left for me to do--

to sit tight and wait
for creaking old age to overtake me.

All right. I'll go first.

Oh, the pain, the pain.

With just a little luck, I could have stayed
in my present state of perfection forever.

Better to rust slowly than to
risk instant oblivion.

Mine not to reason why--

Yours but to hold
your tongue and go!

[ Thunder Crashing ]

Good heavens.
I'm alone and I'm frightened!

- Wait for me!
- [ Thunder Crashing ]

[ Cries Out ]

Wait for me!
Wait!

- Wait for me!
- I told you to wait in the cave and contact the ship.

I had to come.
I wouldn't stay behind and shirk my duty.

Warning! Warning!

Hold your fire!
I don't think he intends to attack.

That is Dr. Chronos.

I don't have time for visitors!
You'll have to wait.

Come on.

Professor Robinson,
I presume.

Dr. Chronos, we'll get
right down to it.

Now what happened in that cave was an
accident. You had no right to bring my son here.

And now you're gonna
send us back.

But I can't do that, can I?

He caused me to lose a lot of
valuable time, and I must be paid back.

[ John ]
I'm not offering you any alternatives.

Now, I don't want to use violence,
but I will if I have to.

I want what's due me.
Nothing more.

- And I will have it.
- [ Beeping ]

Oh, this business!

[ Will ]
What's happening there, Dr. Chronos?

That is a small planet
in the Omega galaxy.

Fine people,
but shameful time wasters.

And now,
they've used it all up.

This is the only part of my business
that I don't enjoy.

But it must be done.

You've just destroyed
an entire civilization.

Don't you feel
any remorse for that?

They did it to themselves!

Everybody has a time tape.

But if they run hither and thither,
to and fro...

back and forth,
never slowing down for a moment...

they use their time tapes up
all the faster.

And that's all
there is to it.

But... here is something
you might want to remember.

I always do
what I have to do...

and I never, never let sentiment
interfere with business.

Well, that's very admirable
of you, Doctor.

Very admirable.

Very admirable.

My dear sir, you seem to have
everybody's time tape here.

- You must surely have mine as well.
- Certainly.

Oh, to return to Earth, to the days
of my youth. Oh, joy, oh, bliss.

How much would that cost?
Could I travel now and pay later?

Sorry. The company transporter box
is reserved for certified customers.

I'm not a tour agent.
I don't deal in time travel.

However,
I could make you younger.

But I don't suppose
you'd be interested in that.

- Quite the contrary, dear sir.
- You're not making any deals with him, Smith.

That is entirely
his prerogative, not yours.

What assurance do I have
that you can do it?

Why, demonstrations
are free!

- You are under no obligation.
How do you spell your name?
- Zachary. That's the first name.

Z-A-C-H-A-R-Y.
Smith.

- As in Smith.
- And your age, in Earth years?

- Twenty-seven.
- That will be verified.

But it doesn't matter.

Ah! Now.

Here is your tape.

Now, I shall pick
a place at random.

That should convince you.
Hmm? Roll tape.

[ Dr. Smith ] Good evening, all.
Your replacements have arrived.

Everything is under control.

[ Don ] Replacements, Smith?
What are you talking about?

Major, surely you're not gonna continue
to deny me the privilege...

of sharing
in the responsibilities.

I am rested. You are not.

Ergo, it's time for you to turn
the controls over to me.

Whew! If you think I'm gonna put
our lives in your hands, Smith--

Well, Don, I'm sorry,
but for once, I agree with him.

You show rare
good judgment, madam.

Not to worry, Major.
My assistant and I are quite competent.

All right. We'll give it a try.
John and I have to make lab checks...

on these transistor circuits
before we can trust the scanner anyway.

Smith, hold the course
at 270.

That's all you have to do
to avoid the meteor showers.

Child's play, Major.

All right.
There you are, now. It's all set.

- Good night.
- [ Both ] Good night.

I'll be back
in five minutes.

You hold that course steady.

- Never fear, Smith is here!
- [ Scoffs ]

Ah! Now then,
there's really nothing to it.

[ Robot ] I would advise you to keep
your hands on the controls.

You are already two
astral degrees off course.

Silence,
you jabbering jackanapes!

I intend to be a lot more than two degrees
off course before I'm through.

I'm heading us
back towards Earth!

But we do not know
where Earth is.

Perhaps you don't,
but I do.

My instinct tells me
we must go to the left.

Warning! Warning!
Meteor shower!

- Move aside, Smith! Let go!
- I can't! We'll all be killed!

I've had enough of that,
sir, if you please.

How some ever, there is one thing
that I would particularly like to see.

If it is not too much trouble, could you set
the machine for October 16, 1997...

in the evening,
about 8:00?

- [ Chronos ] One more
demonstration, coming up.
- How much would that cost?

You couldn't get it cheaper if someone else
could offer you the service, which they can't.

No one's buying
anything, Dr. Chronos.

Hold him off.
I mean it!

Now move away from there,
and then we'll talk.

We'll stay where we are
till you listen to our terms.

You dare put yourself
against the great Chronos?

Why in the flick of an eyelid,
I could make you an old man...

or a crawling,
crying little baby.

Not without damaging
your time machine.

Now we want our freedom
and nothing more.

But surely, sir,
you can see...

that I have to come out of this transaction
with something to show for it.

- A small price?
- Price? What price?

I have a very good
market for time...

on your planet, Earth.

The people down there are
always putting things off...

until they end up with no time left
to do the things they ought to do.

And then they come to me.

Now,
the two of you have...

nice, long time tapes.

Oh, I checked.

Wait!
What are you doing?

[ Cuckooing ]

Now he's done it!

Oh, I should have snipped his tape
the moment I first laid eyes on him!

- Well, where has he gone?
- Earth!

He has sent himself
back to Earth!

Back through time--

My time!

He has ducked out without
so much as leaving a deposit!

That deadbeat!

But you are going
to pay for it.

You are going to have to settle
his account as well as your own.

- Oh?
- Oh, indeed you will.

So expect no trade-ins,
no bargains, no down payments.

I am going to take every bit
of time you have left.

Do you hear me?
Every little tick-tock, tick-tock!

[ Robot ]
I will give my life to save the Robinsons.

My time is your time,
Dr. Chronos.

Oh, nonsense!

You don't have any time as such.
You're a machine.

Manufactured, fabricated
and quite timeless.

Now get over here and turn that crank.
I only have two hands.

- He's not going anywhere.
- Well, he'd better, before
everything flies to pieces.

Now look--
I propose a truce.

- A truce?
- Yes.

You assist me
in this emergency...

and I will desist
in any moves against you.

- Fair enough?
- Give him a hand.

Ah! Here, boy.
Come on.

Go ahead.

Keep that thing moving.
We need auxiliary power.

What's happening
to that machine?

All the related time tracks are
shifting to meet any probability.

Unless he does
exactly what he did before...

he could change
everything.

He could cause utter havoc!
That scoundrel!

I should have known better than
to trust anybody from Earth.

- Can't you bring him back?
- Not without wrecking the machine.

But... we can observe him.

I now invite
your divided attention...

to the rectangular monochromatic
screen on which to view the basic past.

All the tapes of our library
will be shown here.

And of course,
on the oval screen...

you will see
the reconstituted past...

alive and as it happens,
in glorious polycolor.

Gentlemen,
on the rectangular screen.

Am I okay, Doctor?
Did I pass?

- You'll do.
- Did you hear that, Mom?

I'm okay.

I remember that. Dr. Smith was
examining me right before liftoff.

Dr. Smith? Back on Earth?
In 1997?

Unfortunately, yes.

He is in that examining room
right at this very moment.

Observe the oval screen
for the reconstituted past.

- [ Cries Out ]
- [ Man ] This is Alpha Control.

Zero minus one hour
and 14 minutes and holding.

Alpha Control?

Alpha Control?

I've made it!

Terra firma!

Earth, sweet Earth!

Dear, wonderful place!

Smith, what are you doing
on the floor?

The floor? Yes.

Yes, of course.
The floor.

You see, I, uh-- I dropped my pencil
and I simply cannot find it anywhere.

You are General Squires, are you not?
It's been such a long time!

It's been exactly 15 minutes since
I ordered you to uncrate that robot...

- and get him aboard the Jupiter 2!
- The Robot?

Yes. Yes, indeed. The robot.
I shall attend to it immediately.

Sergeant! Snap to
and uncrate that robot!

Yes, sir.

It'll be undone
in just a moment.

Affirmative.

Affirmative, my foot!

I'd forgotten how delightful
everything was...

before you became so insolent,
you pusillanimous pip-squeak!

- Are you all right, Smith?
- Oh, yes, indeed, sir.

Fit as a fiddle.
In the pink and in the prime.

I hope so. I must say, your efficiency
isn't all it should be lately.

- You had better shape up.
- Yes, sir.

Shape up, indeed!
Such presumption.

Sergeant,
wheel it out of here.

I seriously doubt that it will be used,
but you might as well take it to the ready room.

And then stand by.
I shall require your services.

You don't think they'll use
the robot, sir?

This is part
of their basic equipment.

I mean, that thing
cost a bundle.

That is a sure invitation
to a congressional hearing.

Only if they make
the flight...

which at this point
seems extremely dubious.

You see, I happen to have
some "tick-tock" secret information.

Well, what are you
waiting for?

Careful. Careful.

Careful. Careful.

[ Man On TV ] The countdown is still
at one hour and 14 minutes and holding.

Monitors will continue to make
a visual sweep of the Launch Pad 3.

Hydraulic unit 163,
report to control.

One hour and 14 minutes
and holding.

[ Buzzes ]

All control personnel will maintain
hold procedures until further notice.

- Uh, yes, sir?
- Sergeant...

I like a snack while
I'm watching television.

So would you be good enough
to trot along to the commissary for me?

Let me see.
I think I will have something light.

A steak sandwich, thick and rare, of course,
with a lovely stuffed baked potato.

And a crisp green salad
with Roquefort dressing--

Ho-- Ho--
Hold it. Hold it.

- Ready?
- Uh, yes, sir.

And for dessert,
two chocolate éclairs...

with three scoops of ice cream--
different flavors, of course.

And Sergeant...

for an appetizer,
bring me a double order...

of pickled herring.

[ Sighs ]
Yes, sir.

- And hurry!
- Uh, y-yes, sir. Yes, sir.

He should know
better than that.

Pickled herring always
gives him indigestion.

You can all stop working.

The machine has made
its compensation.

What will happen if Dr. Smith
doesn't get on the ship?

Well, his added weight caused us to drift
off course in the first place, Son.

Now with him not aboard,
we may wind up at Alpha Centauri.

The ship will be destroyed
by an uncharted asteroid.

And when it is, all of you will
cease to exist, just like that!

That's only true
if Smith remains behind.

Which he will. It's become obvious
he always gets what he wants.

Even from the great Chronos!

There must be some way
of getting him on that ship.

- Can we send him a message?
- A dream!

An impossible dream! And even if we could,
I doubt if that deadbeat would listen.

Then we have to bring him back.

I told you once, son-- That is impossible.
It would destroy the machine.

So it appears that, uh...

I will have
to salvage what I can.

So that's how
you honor your truces.

There's no such thing
as an honorable truce.

- That's not fair!
- Well, I doubt if anyone will be complaining...

to the intergalactic
Better Business Bureau.

Now, the whole thing
is really quite painless.

You will wait over there...

until I find out exactly...

where you are
in your time tape and then...

snip, snip!

Unfortunately, uh, when I do that,
you will cease to exist.

But your tape will be added to somebody
else's life, so it won't be a complete loss.

You're absolutely mad if you think
you can get away with all that!

Since I make the rules...

I can get away
with anything.

We will take the boy first.

His time tape is on the block...

- racked up and ready!
- Oh, yeah?

[ Chronos Whistles ]

- Dad!
- Perfidy! Deception! And infamy!

Robot!

No! Let him go!
Take me, but let him go!

There's an old saying
in the time business:

"Never settle for one
when you can have two."

So I have nothing to gain
by further discussion, do I?

Hmm?

I'm sorry, my boy,
but this is business.

And business is business.

- Cut that tape and you miss everything.
- Ha!

All right. Give me a few
precious seconds of your time.

You could gain years by it.

Now if Smith doesn't get back
to the ship-- all right, we've lost.

But if he does,
we'll all have time to spare.

Now if you let us try
to get him back to that ship...

I'll make
a deal with you.

I'll sign a contract giving you
three years of my life.

[ Chronos ]
Well! A most interesting proposition.

How do you propose
to do that?

Will and I
remain here as hostages.

Send the Robot.
If anyone can get Smith, he can.

Well, let me see.

Two people.
Four months apiece.

Duplicate the dividend.

Hmm.
Might be done.

Might be done.

But it will cost you...

fifteen years!

- Three and a half!
- Ten.

- Four.
- Seven.

- Five and done!
- Done.

Sign.

[ Whistles ]

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine, Dad.

But you shouldn't have done that.
Five years!

Well, all our lives depend upon
getting Smith back to the ship.

Your mother and your sisters
as well as our own.

Egadzooks!
Twenty-one jewels.

Ah, there we are!

Hold the referee!
That was a low blow.

I demand a recount!
I was robbed.

Oh-ho-ho-ho.
You're in fine shape.

Your escapement was a little off-balance,
but you're in quite good shape.

Yes, quite good shape indeed.
How about you-- 21 jewels!

- Oh, he'll make the trip quite handily. Mm-hmm.
- What trip?

- Where am I going?
- You're going back to Earth, Robot.

You've got to get Dr. Smith
on the ship before liftoff.

Well, it will only take a moment
to make the necessary settings.

All right. Now when were you
put aboard the Jupiter 2?

About 30 minutes
before blastoff.

[ John ] And prior to that,
you were in the ready room.

- Yes, I was kept in the ready room.
- Good.

I was there.
[ Sobbing ]

Excuse me, Will Robinson.

May I borrow
your handkerchief?

You shouldn't cry, Robot.
You'll rust your transistors.

- [ Sobbing ]
- Are you afraid to go?

- Is that why you're crying?
- No, Will Robinson.

But once I leave here,
we will be separated in time.

I will never see you again.

- Dad, is that right?
- It may or may not be true, Son. I don't know.

Well, then he can't go!
We'll find another solution.

Everything's ready.
All aboard.

It is okay, Will Robinson.
I will go.

Here, Will,
and thank you.

Just remember one thing,
Will Robinson:

New friends may be silver...

but your old friend was titanium
stainless steel alloy...

with genuine chrome plate.

- Good-bye, Professor Robinson.
- We won't forget you, Robot.

- And remember, you only have
an hour to get him aboard.
- I will do my best.

Farewell.

Come, come, come, come!

[ Cuckooing ]

And another satisfied customer
hits the space!

[ Will ]
Can we watch on your view screen?

You bet your sweet
life span you can.

Why, I wouldn't miss this
for all the time tapes in China.

Roll tape.

Go after Dr. Smith, Robot.

Apparently, the trip erased his tapes.
He's as he was in the beginning.

Well, I said I would send him there.
I didn't guarantee safe delivery.

Well, here's another fine mess
you've got me into.

- You've got to send me. It's our only chance.
- Impossible.

It would take too much power.

Besides, you could only stay on Earth one
minute before the power flux bounced you back.

Well, then, send me. I'm small,
and I wouldn't take much power.

I could fix the Robot
and come right back.

Please, Dad? the Robot would listen
to me. I know he would.

- All right. Send him.
- It'll be very expensive.

Packaging, promotion, propulsion-- oh-ho!
It'll cost you another year!

I'm not going to quibble with you.
You're wasting time!

Very well.
Into the transporter with you.

All aboard!

Now, you'll have exactly 30
electro-counters down there on Earth.

I've set it for you.
Here.

- Thirty electro-counters. That's, uh--
- That's two minutes.

Two minutes.
Yes, sir.

- Are you all ready?
- Yes, sir.

Stand by for
Operation Bounce Back.

Robot!
Are you all right?

Speak to me!

All circuits functioning.

Sensor panel,
report as follows--

Robot, I don't want
a sensor report.

Don't you remember me?
I'm Will!

- Will Robinson!
- That does not compute.

Don't you remember
why you came here?

You came to talk
to Dr. Smith!

Dr. Smith--

It's not your fault.
You did the best you could.

He probably wouldn't have
listened anyway.

Robot, we won't be seeing
each other again.

And, uh, you probably
won't understand this...

because you're not
programmed for emotion yet...

but I love you, Robot.

- I want you to know that.
- Love?

- Will Robinson?
- Do you understand?

Can you remember me now?

It does not compute.

[ Ringing ]

If I had more time,
I could make you remember.

But I don't!
I have to go now!

Good-bye, old friend.

All sensor circuits,
green and go.

Ready for utilization.

Please excuse me.

I beg your pardon.

[ Man Over P.A. ]
Astronauts in the following order...

will enter freezing tubes
and prepare for launch.

Will Robinson, Penny Robinson,
enter tubes.

They never wanted me
along anyway.

They were always threatening
to leave me somewhere.

- They'll be much happier this way.
- Dr. Smith.

Never do that again,
you bubbleheaded booby!

You frightened me out of
ten years' growth!

Forgive the outburst,
dear friend.

I can see that your faulty connections
have finally begun to make some sense.

You've come back
to stay with me.

You called me
a bubbleheaded booby.

I am beginning
to remember.

Pull yourself together, ninny.
You'll miss all the excitement.

They're getting ready
to blast off very soon.

[ Man ]
Zero minus 50 minutes and counting.

We shall spend a superlative life
together here, you and I, I promise you.

I shall program you
beautifully...

and you will find suitable
and lucrative employment...

to maintain us both
in the proper style.

Program--

Program!
It all comes back to me now.

I am not here to look for a job.
I came to take you aboard the ship.

- This is imperative!
- Imperative, indeed!

Wild horses couldn't drag me
aboard that ship!

It is impossible
to reason with you.

Therefore, I must
take you aboard by force!

Stay away from me,
you addlepated armor-bearer! I'm not going!

- I am sorry, but you must go!
- No, I mustn't!

There is no time
for playing games!

- I advise you to come peacefully.
- You'll never take me alive!

Your condition
is unimportant.

You must be on that ship
at blastoff!

Let me tell you--
my condition is my own business!

- Come along!
- [ Shouting ]

- Atten-hut!
- Oh! Colonel.

Uh, Major.
Uh, General!

Smith, you will consider
yourself under arrest.

There have been reports regarding
your threats against this mission.

- Do you have anything to say for yourself?
- I confess.

I confess everything.
Arrest me.

Put me into protective custody.
Only, save me from him!

What's that robot doing here?
It's supposed to be in the ready room.

I don't know.
Beats me, sir.

We just uncrated him
and took him down there a half hour ago.

He's run amok. He's persecuting me.
You must protect me!

Smith, this machine
threatened you?

Yes, he did.
Speak up, you treasonous tyrant.

Tell him! Ha!

He's trying to pretend
the cat has his tongue.

The silent treatment, is it?
Well, I couldn't care less.

I'm safe now.

Sergeant, put Dr. Smith
under arrest.

Confine him
to these quarters.

Yes, sir.

Corporal, put Dr. Smith
under arrest.

Confine him
to these quarters.

Thank you.
Oh, thank you.

Farewell,
you rusty Rasputin.

If I never see you again,
it'll be much too soon.

Sergeant, I accept confinement
not only quietly...

but gratefully as well.

Well, Dr. Smith, that's awfully nice of you.
And I sure do appreciate it, sir.

Would you like some
of my dessert?

It's lovely.

No, thank you, sir.

You don't get any, ninny.

That's the way
it happens sometimes.

A man can stand
just so much strain, and then...

- [ Snaps Fingers ]
- he cracks.

Yes, sir.

Get a winch up here and have that robot
put aboard the Jupiter 2.

Yes, sir.
Right away, sir.

This is Green Room 7.
Get me Security 3.

Security?
This is Sergeant Roger.

Code 58
in Green Room 7.

Oh, and we got a robot to move.
Would you send me up a winch?

Not that kind of "wench"!

A G.I. winch.
W-I-N-C-H.

Now get it up here
on the double!

Do something, Robot. You can't
let us down now. Do something!

Unfortunately,
you gambled and lost.

It is now time to...
pay the piper!

We have until
the Jupiter 2 takes off.

That's our agreement.
I'm holding you to it!

Very well. You have
until the Jupiter 2 blasts off.

- But not another second longer.
- You're our only chance, Robot.

Don't let us down now.

- Stay where you are!
- Please stand back.

I do not wish to hurt you.
But there is something I must do.

Boy, what a right hook!

- Please excuse me.
- Hush!

You're making so much noise.

[ Man ]
Zero minus six minutes and counting.

Come with me,
Dr. Smith. Hurry!

Begone. You're interrupting
my television news program.

Also my dessert.

Well, unhand me, sir!

If you think that physical violence
will coerce me into going...

you're making
a great mistake.

I am only here to appeal to your
better instincts, Dr. Smith...

- if you have any.
- Spare me the sarcasm.

I'm following
the better course of action.

It was my added weight that caused
the Jupiter 2 to go astray the first time.

Don't you remember?

Now they will be able to go to
Alpha Centauri without any trouble at all.

No. Unless you board the ship, the Jupiter 2
will be destroyed within four months!

- Stuff and nonsense. I don't believe it.
- It is true.

Chronos projected
the alternative.

The ship will be destroyed
by an uncharted asteroid.

Be that as it may,
there's nothing I can do to help them.

Besides, I owe it to myself to
stay here and start life over...

and I'm inviting you
to stay here with me.

I have found that my feelings
are greater than my programming.

- I must share the fate of my friends.
- Wait! Wait!

Please don't go.

Stay here with me.
Start a new life.

- The price is too high.
- I understand.

I wish I could be
as honorable as you.

But I am a weak man,
full of human frailty.

I sometimes wish
I could be different...

but I cannot seem
to manage it.

- Forgive me, dear friend.
- I forgive you.

[ Man ] Zero minus four minutes.
All personnel clear the launch area.

I must go. I may have
trouble getting aboard as it is.

Good-bye.

Corporal of the guard!

Please excuse me.

Farewell, Dr. Smith.

What has he done?

Striking a guard
is a serious offense!

Oh, good heavens!
They'll think that I did it.

[ Man ] Freezing tubes activated.
Suspended animation complete.

Penny. Judy.

My dear William!

No! I can't do it!
I can't!

Booby! Wait for me!
Wait for me!

Even if Smith makes it,
I don't trust Chronos to keep his word.

Now the minute
the ship blasts off...

you distract him,
I'll disarm him.

- Yes, sir.
- Okay.

Red alert. Code 58.
Seal off security Sections 9 and 10.

The prisoner's escaped.
And stop that robot.

He's very dangerous.
Beware of his right hook.

Red alert! Red alert!

On your feet, Corporal!
Red alert!

[ Sergeant ]
Smith! Smith!

Shh!

[ Man ]
Zero minus three minutes.

All tracking stations
report to control...

and switch to "go" positions
for liftoff.

We'll never make it.
They'll surely catch us.

According to my computer,
the odds are 50-50.

If the hatch is still open, we can run in
before they intercept us.

Correction.
According to my internal tote board...

the odds are now
three-to-one... against.

Spare me the aimless chatter,
you bookmaking booby.

We need a plan.

And I think I have
just found it.

You'd better keep the other side
of the launch pad covered. We gotta find 'em.

Maybe we'd better borrow
the hound dogs from the county sheriff.

- Take off, Corporal!
- [ Clattering ]

Who goes there?

Clutter control unit to clean
the pad after the launching.

I'm sorry, Dr. Smith. It's no use.
You'll have to come along with me.

- How dare you detain me, Sergeant?
- I'm sorry, sir, but it's orders.

Oh, please. Let us go in.
We must get aboard that ship.

Oh, I can't do that.
They'll... bust me right down--

- Sixty seconds and counting.
- Well, don't stand there! Help me!

Get him out of the way.
Then follow me.

[ Screaming ]
My foot is caught!

Help! Help!

Thirty seconds and counting.

Do something,
you doddering dunderhead! Let us in!

- Let us in!
- Nobody can hear you.

They are in a state
of suspended animation.

Do something!
They're ready to blast off.

If we don't get inside,
we'll be incinerated!

I will be incinerated. You will just look silly,
hanging by your toes in space.

- [ Man ] Zero minus fifteen seconds.
- Do something!

Push the emergency button!

- It's too late! All is lost!
- It is working.

Too late!
Not fast enough!

[ Man ]
Ten, nine, eight...

- seven, six, five...
- Hurry, booby! Hurry!

four, three...

two, one, zero.

Blastoff.

Well, this time our little
speculation paid off, huh?

But I'm afraid we'll
have to renegotiate.

In the light of the way
things have gone...

five years, uh, doesn't seem
quite fair, does it, huh?

You, uh-- You want more.
Is that it?

I'm pleased that
you take it so calmly.

Yes, we'll have to tear up the contract,
and we'll start all over again.

- Don't touch that!
- Call him off!

- Tell him to throw his weapon down over there.
- Like he said, over there.

But now, sir, you're going
to make restitution.

- You're going to bring Smith and the Robot back.
- That's impossible!

You brought my son back
when you thought it would profit you.

Well, yes, but look at him.
He's small and the trip was short.

Why, the strain of bringing the two of them
back would explode the machine!

Y-You'd put me
out of business.

You have no idea
how that pains me.

- Get going!
- I'm going! I'm going.

I'm gone.

I'm bankrupt.

Robot, you're back!
You made it back!

I am very pleased to be here,
Will Robinson.

I do not enjoy time travel...

- especially in economy class.
- [ Explosions ]

Well, the chain reaction
has started.

The machine is
destroying itself.

- Where's Smith?
- How do I know?

Well, you're going to
bring him back.

But first you're gonna send
my son and the Robot back to safety.

How can you be sentimental
at a time like this?

- Send them!
- [ Will ] I can do it, Dad.

[ Thunder Crashing ]

- We'll wait for the others at the Chariot, Robot.
- No, Will Robinson.

When Dr. Chronos's laboratory explodes,
we will be safer in here.

Over there. Come on!

Oh, there's nothing
we can do!

- The machine no longer has enough power.
- We've got to try!

Once we locate Smith,
we'll take it from there.

I can't get it into focus.

Well, you have to press the activator button.
Here. Let me do it!

Save me!
Don't let them get me!

I'll listen to your complaints later.
Right now, we're getting out of here.

We're going back to the cave.

If you have any sense,
you'll leave too.

The intrepid Chronos
runs from no disaster!

This place is gonna blow any second!
Take cover! Come on!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Well, since we are all back
at this forsaken place...

you miserable
mechanism...

I have a bone or two
to pick with you!

Your behavior in the examining room
was abysmal and quite embarrassing to me.

I see that I shall have to
teach you proper manners.

Impossible. To teach, an instructor should
have more knowledge than the student.

You dare to question my ability,
you scurrilous scatterbrain?

I refuse to answer on the grounds
that it might incriminate me.

- You can lead a robot to water,
but you cannot make him compute.
- Indeed!

Begone, booby, lest I take
a stick to your bubble!

Isn't it great to have things
back to normal, Dad?

It's a mixed blessing, Son.
A real mixed blessing.

Come on.