All language subtitles for Lost In Space S02E17.English

[ Man Narrating ]
Last week, as you recall...

we left Will, Dr. Smith and the Robot
checking the radioactive atomic regulator...

unaware that an incredible armored warrior
was waiting for the moment to attack.

That atomic regulator is secure.

There is no more danger
of radioactive poisoning.

It certainly took you long enough,
you lugubrious laggard.

Now let us return to camp
and build fires against the night.

There may well be
alien monsters afoot.

- We're safe with the Robot, Dr. Smith.
- Safe indeed.

He's about as protective
as a leaky umbrella.

- ## [ Trumpet Fanfare ]
- What's that?

[ Clanging ]

Good heavens! We're
being attacked by aliens!

- There's only one, Dr. Smith.
- The forerunner of an army!

I am Sir Sagramonte
of Antair...

and bid defiance!

Prepare to do battle
or hold yourself captive knight.

He's going to attack! Do something,
you cowardly clunk!

Hurry! Finish him off!

I am sorry. I can do nothing.

Oh, dear!

[ Clanging ]

Do you yield?

Help me up, boy.

Yes, sir.

[ Groaning ]

- Well, sir, dost yield to my valor?
- I will yield.

Huh. It's a good thing
you said that.

In another instant,
I'd have been on you...

a-hacking and a-hewing
and a-cleaving of you plate by plate.

By my faith, Sir Knight, thou art
a peculiar knight. [ Gasps ]

As a matter of fact, sir--

Wha-- Thou wilt speak
when thou art spoken to, varlet.

Varlet indeed!
How dare you?

You happen to be addressing
Dr. Zachary Smith.

'Swounds, Sir Knight!
Doth never discipline thy villains?

Well, no matter that. Shall we discuss
your ransom, Sir Knight?

- I am unable to pay ransom.
- No ransom?

That does make things
rather messy, doesn't it?

I suppose under the rules of chivalry,
I've nothing to do but to chop off your head!

- No!
- Oh, I'm sorry, boy.

It's the rules, you know.
Well, shall we have at it?

Uh, may I suggest
an alternative?

Did I not tell you to speak
when you are spoken to?

- Perhaps you might take a hostage in return--
- Can't stand an impudent varlet--

[ Stammering ]
Hostage, did you say?

I guess Dr. Smith
means me.

Quite the contrary, dear boy.
I offer myself.

I shall serve you faithfully
until the ransom is paid.

Well, very well, Sir Knight.

I shall take your two retainers
as hostage against your ransom.

As for the boy, I shall treat him
as my own son, and he shall be my page.

- And the other shall be my varlet.
- Varlet indeed!

Are you suggesting that
I should perform menial tasks?

[ Laughs ]
By my halidom, knave...

I'll swink thee to the bone
before I'm through!

[ Whistles ]

- What's that?
- Very good, Bayeuth.

Down, good hound, down.
Hast never seen Basking Hound before?

And my good Bayeuth
is among the best.

'Tis by his keen craft that we shall finally
track down and destroy Gundemar.

Gundemar?
Who in the world is that?

Well, the Questing Beast,
of course, dullard!

Know thou nothing?

- [ Trumpet Blares ]
- [ Whines ]

I shall never hear again.

On with the hunt!

[ Whining ]

- Is something wrong?
- Oh, not really.

I just don't like the idea of Will
being out there alone tonight.

Oh, he'll be perfectly safe.
He's with Smith and the Robot.

You know, all day I've had
the strangest feeling...

as though there's
something watching us--

sort of like eyes
boring into your back.

Ah, your woman's intuition
is showing again.

- Don't you laugh at it.
- Oh, he'll be all right. Stop worrying about him.

I've set the drill on automatic.
Why don't we go back to the ship?

All right.

[ Gasps ]

This is the final ignominy--

a man of my quality
reduced to chopping wood.

[ Barking ]

I'm going for more logs.

You shall learn to serve a table,
to carve meat...

and pass dishes
with graceful manner.

You must keep
my arms burnished...

my mail well oiled...

and my harness in good repair.

More, more.

Yes, sir.
I'll do my best, sir.

In return, I shall teach you
knightly manners...

the use of arms...

the language of courtesy,
the art of equitation.

Ow!

And I shall only beat you when
it is necessary to sharpen thy wits.

Where is it?
Well, no matter.

Your lessons shall begin at once.
Fetch me my gauntlets.

Sir?

My gloves!
They're inside the tent.

Yes, sir.

[ Whining, Barking ]

Psst.

[ Sneezes ]
Shh!

Dr. Smith!
What are you doing here?

Quiet. I don't want him
to come here and find me.

- He has such a temper.
- Yeah, but what are you doing here?

- Seeking information.
- What kind of information?

I must know from whence he came.
And most particularly, how did he come?

William, he must have a ship,
a functioning spacecraft.

- If we can find it, it may prove
to be invaluable to all of us.
- You mean steal it.

Certainly not.
We shall borrow it.

And if Sir Sagramonte should ever return
to Earth, we will give it back to him.

Some chance! So that's why
you volunteered to be a hostage.

Of course. William,
he's taken a fancy to you.

I can see it.
He will confide in you.

Get him to talk. Perhaps he'll drop a clue
as to where his ship lies hidden.

I don't know, Dr. Smith.

My dear boy, don't be
selfish in your scruples.

Think of your dear parents,
your sisters. Think of me.

We are all eager
to leave this planet, you know.

- Well--
- [ Sagramonte ] Boy!

- Answer him.
- Coming, sir.

Now think about it, William.
Think about where your duty lies.

Now go. I don't want him
to come here and find me.

[ Sneezes ]

What took you so long, lad?

- I wanted to make sure I had the right ones.
- Well, put them on.

Is something troubling thee, boy?

- No. I was just wondering.
- Wondering?

- About why you're here on our planet.
- Well, I told thee, boy.

I hunt the Questing Beast,
Gundemar.

Here, stick out thy sword.
Oh, well, here.

What kind of a beast is it?

Why, it's, uh, beastly, I suppose.

Definitely quite beastly.

[ Mutters, Grunts ]

- There.
- What's it look like?

Why, it's, uh, fearsome, I expect.

Yes, I suppose quite fearsome...

in a general,
run-of-the-mill sort of way.

And it probably breatheth fire.

That's natural
in that sort of a thing.

And I suppose it hath claws
for tearing and rending...

and teeth for biting and grinding,
and, well, you know.

All right, lunge.
No, not there.

- Haven't you ever seen the Beast before?
- Of course not! How you talk!

One never sees
one's Questing Beast...

until one is face-to-face with it
and girt for the final battle.

Well, if you've never seen it,
why are you hunting it?

Well, it's my quest. Botheration, boy!
You do ask a lot of questions.

Just one more, sir.
What's a quest?

A quest?

Well, you see, it's the search
for the unobtainable;

an opportunity to perform
some worshipful deeds of valor;

a chance to explore
one's own soul;

the weighing of one's
strength and courage.

[ Groans ]

It is that which makes
a man young and undefeated...

e'en after he is no more.

It is-- Well, it--
it's everything.

How long does it last?

Until one reaches
the unattainable.

Which is never.

Well, enough of that.
Time for victuals.

- Boy, fetch me my napkin.
- Yes, sir. One napkin.

- Did you find out how he got here?
- Not yet.

[ Winces ]
Boy! My napkin!

Get him his napkin.

[ Sneezes ]

Pick it up, varlet!
You're raising the dust.

I have an extremely
delicate back. I can't.

[ Sneezes ]
Everybody's raising the dust.

- Here's your napkin, sir.
- Oh, thank you.

- Sir?
- Oh, what is it, boy?

How do you know the Questing Beast
is on this planet?

I wouldn't be here
if it weren't, naturally.

- But how'd you get here?
- I don't know.

I think it had something
to do with an enchantment.

No, I'm familiar with the modern opinion that
there are no such things as enchantments...

but how else would I find myself on
various planets where Gundemar grazes?

Now, I have no ship,
yet I am transported in a trice...

from planet to planet,
from star system to star system--

yea, from galaxy to galaxy.
[ Grumbles ]

And if that be not enchantment,
you tell me what it is.

Then you really don't know
how you got here?

Well, I said so, didn't I?

Oh, botheration.
I tell thee, boy, I know this--

that Gundemar is here,
somewhere near.

Sir Sagramonte!

Get thee to bed, boy.
We start at dawn.

Look out!

- Bayeuth!
- [ Barking ]

Good dog.
Good hound, Bayeuth.

Yes, yes, it is
time for beddie-bye.

[ Bayeuth Whining ]

Enchantments,
enchanters, indeed!

All that labor, and what
have I to show for it?

- All the wood I've chopped and the fires I've built.
- What are you gonna do now?

Return to the Jupiter 2, of course. You didn't
suppose that I would stay out here, did you?

- Maybe he won't let you.
- We'll leave when he's fallen asleep.

You shall leave when he falls asleep.
I'm not going anywhere.

Of course you're going, aren't you?

- Why not?
- I want to learn more about
the things he talked about.

That babbling nonsense!

I don't think a quest
is nonsense, Dr. Smith.

But you don't understand that.

Indeed! This is the final indignity--

a famous gourmet like Zachary Smith...

reduced to eating scraps
from someone else's table.

Very badly seasoned.

[ Sagramonte Shouting ]
Who's there?

No one, sir.
No one at all.

Will. Will, wake up.

Now this is your last chance.
I'm going. Are you coming with me?

- No, Dr. Smith.
- Then on your own head be it. Good-bye.

- Be careful, Dr. Smith.
- Never fear, Smith is here.

[ Sagramonte Snoring ]

- [ Screams ]
- [ Bayeuth Barking ]

- What is it, lad?
- It sounded like Dr. Smith, sir.

- What's wrong with Bayeuth?
- [ Barking Continues ]

Gundemar! When the hound
shows fear, Gundemar is near.

It's virtually the only way one can find
the Questing Beast, you know.

Help me arm, boy.
My sword! My shield!

- Oh, I had a horn here somewhere--
- Right around your neck.

- Uh, oh, yes. Thank you. Oh, good boy. Noble boy.
- Here's your sword.

- [ Barking Continues ]
- You gotta go on a diet.

Yes, all right. Get my shield.
Your advice can come later.

[ Blows Trumpet ]

- Right here. Here's your shield.
- Oh, thank you, boy. Fine.

Ho, Gundemar! 'Tis Sir Sagramonte
of Antair who challenges thee!

Come out, foul Beast,
and meet me on the field of battle!

Oh, Gundemar,
you'll not escape me this time!

- That way.
- Oh, yes. Thank you.

- [ Barking Continues ]
- Wait! Wait. You forgot
your helmet and your lance!

What are you doing here?
Where are Will and Smith?

I have returned to the ship since Will
and Dr. Smith are no longer in my custody.

Their present whereabouts
are unknown.

What do you mean,
"whereabouts unknown"?

They are held hostage
by a native of the planet Antair.

You were supposed to protect them.

I can take no action
against Sagramonte of Antair...

since the Prime Directive
forbids me to harm human beings.

- Does that mean that the alien is a human being?
- Affirmative.

Does he intend them any harm?

I am a cybernetic
servomechanism and computer.

Uh, I do not know,
Professor Robinson.

- You're a great help.
- What's wrong?

- Some alien has taken Will and Smith prisoner.
- Ah, that's impossible.

- Is it?
- Sure it is.

If an alien ship has landed
on this planet, we'd have picked it up.

- There's been no radar warning.
- We could've missed it.

No chance. I check the tape recordings
of the radar every day.

There's no ship on this planet.

All right,
then where are they?

I don't know. I'll get some weapons,
and we'll take a look for them.

All right.

Don't alarm Judy and Penny...

but see to it that they don't go too far
from the ship till we know what's out there.

All right. John, please don't
let anything happen to Will.

Don't worry, darling.

Where are Dad
and Don going?

Oh, well, they have
some work to do.

Penny, don't you go too far
from the ship today.

- Why not?
- Because I told you not to.

That isn't much of a reason
if you ask me.

[ Whining ]

Where did you come from?

You look all worn out,
you poor thing.

- [ Barks ]
- What does that mean?

[ Barking Continues ]

Here, boy. Come back.

Come on.
I won't hurt you.

Sir Sagramonte!

I wonder where everybody is.

Sir Sagramonte!

Sir Sagramonte!

Huh? Oh, lad, there you are.

Boy, am I glad to find you. I looked all night.
Did you find the Questing Beast?

Aye, that I did.
Here, help me up.

[ Groaning ]
Oh, thank you.

- You sure look shook up.
- Oh, never did mortal man suffer such a shaking.

Let me down easy now.
Thank you.

It feels as though every bone
in my body breaketh.

- The Beast did that to you?
- Uh, something did.

- Did you fight it?
- Aye.

At least I got in
one good cut with my sword.

Oh, lad, it would've done your
heart good to hear the Beast.

- Such a caterwauling and howling
mortal ear ne'er heard before.
- Then what happened?

Beshrew me, lad,
I know not what.

Suddenly it was though I was
seized by some great wind.

I was sent hurtling
through the air...

clouting against trees,
banging against rocks...

and finally splashing
into yonder, uh, uh, pool.

- The Beast did that?
- Nay, lad.

'Twas some enchantment set upon me
by some enemy I wot not whom.

Oh, woe is me!

How can good steel and stout
heart stand foul magicking?

There really isn't
such a thing as enchantment.

No? Then you tell me what it was
did that to me?

Oh, it was enchantment,
sure enough.

Where is Bayeuth?

He's missing, sir.

Miss-- Missing, you say?
You mean you lost him.

He got away in the dark.

I had my hands full with your helmet
and lance, and I'm sorry, sir.

Ah, never mind, lad.

'Twas some enchantment that
tolled the poor hound away from thee.

I sure wish you wouldn't talk like that.
Now what are you gonna do?

Oh, on with the quest!

[ Blows Trumpet ]

Ah, I'm going to sit here
and ache a while.

Then later I will rise up
and search some more.

Come on! We gotta
go find the Beast!

Well, later, lad. Later.

[ Snoring ]

[ Barking ]

All I want to be is friends.

Honestly, I don't see any reason
why you have to act like that.

[ Woman ]
It's the nature of the species, my dear.

I b-beg your pardon, ma'am.

Don't stare, child.
It isn't polite.

No, ma'am.

No what? It isn't polite
or you won't stare?

- You must be explicit, child.
- You can talk.

- Of course I can talk.
- [ Sagramonte Rambling ]

Oh, dear! There's that nasty old
Sagramonte baying again.

- Who's Sagramonte?
- I'll tell you as we walk along.

Well, I really think
I ought to get home now.

My mom told me not to go too far.

Nonsense, my dear! You've reached an age
when you should learn about life.

And believe me, dear,
I have lived.

Well, uh, maybe some other time.

Dear, you are being impolite.

How did you do that?

How would anyone do that?
I teleported, naturally.

Naturally.

I haven't had a good talk
with anyone for ages.

And besides, I can't let you go home.
Really I can't.

If you told your dear parents,
I'm quite sure they'd come a-hunting.

And I'm much too tired
for any more of that right now.

Come along, dear.

Let's rest a moment,
and then we'll go on.

We must find
a hiding place for the day.

- Why do we have to hide?
- So we won't be found, of course.

That's a ridiculous answer.

Tut-tut.
Remember your manners, child.

I've always been thankful
that I've had good manners.

Oh, I've had
my ups and downs, my dear.

No use in trying
to conceal the past.

But through it all, I can
always say that I was a lady.

- You haven't been listening to a thing I've said.
- My dear--

I want to know
where we're going and why.

And if you don't tell me,
I won't go on any farther.

What is the younger
generation coming to?

Very well. If you must know,
I'm being pursued...

- haunted, tracked down.
- Who's hunting you?

A terrible man.

He calls himself
Sagramonte of Antair.

Oh, a horrible fellow,
my dear! Horrible!

- Why is he hunting you?
- Heaven only knows.

I've been trying to get the answer
to that for the last 40 years.

You mean he's been
hunting you for 40 years?

Every waking moment of them.

[ Sniffles ] So far, I've been able
to keep ahead of him.

Barely ahead.

But sooner or later,
he'll catch up and then--

then he'll cut off my beautiful head
with that horrible snickersnee of his.

You poor thing!

[ Sobbing ]
Oh, yes!

Thank you, my dear.

Have you tried to talk to this man?
Tried to reason with him?

Heavens, yes!
Only last night.

Yes, last night,
I approached his camp...

hoping to communicate with him.

It was useless.
He came charging at me...

bellowing and roaring
and waving his sword.

And if I hadn't teleported
at the very last moment...

he'd have killed me.

Oh, dear, oh, dear!

I think I'm going to cry again.

- Here.
- [ Sniffling ]

Oh, dear, oh, dear!

Thank you, my dear.
Now, let's go on.

Then did Sir Sagramonte
advance himself into the thicket...

brandishing his sword and calling
upon the Beast to give battle.

And the Beast
came forth from his lair...

breathing great fires
and destroying all about...

with the poison of his breath.

Whereupon did Sir Sagramonte
girt himself...

and smote the Beast
a mighty smote with his sword!

And the Beast
did bellow fiercely...

and come forth apace.

Full long the battle rageth...

with Sir Sagramonte
feinting and foining...

and driving great blows
and receiving as many in return...

until-- Back!
Back, craven coward!

Foul Beast! Back!

[ Grunting, Panting ]

- What's the matter, boy?
- Why are you talking so funny?

Funny? Well, there's a certain
form to these things, you know?

Well, people expect you to build it up
a little when you're telling the tale.

Telling the tale is right.

Well, uh, adding all these little details
makes it interesting, you know.

Yes, sir. But now you're making it seem
like the fight lasted for hours.

And last night, when you first told me,
the whole thing only lasted a few seconds.

- D-Did I say that?
- You sure did.

Well, I-I was confused.

The aftermath of a hard
fight, you know?

- Yeah.
- Well, it's virtually true.

- Virtually.
- 'Swounds!

Chide me not, boy,
if I embroider a bit.

How would it sound on Antair
if I said that I'd only had a little skirmish...

and all I'd managed to do
was cut off a bit of the Beast's tail?

Why, they'd laugh me
out of the Courts of Honor.

Know you not that he who blows not
his own trumpet shall never be heard?

[ Laughing ]

You don't have to blow
your trumpet to me.

You're angry with me.

Not angry,
just disappointed.

Why? Are you
disappointed in me?

You think me a great
blowhard and a liar?

Sir Sagramonte...

last night when you went
charging out in the darkness...

with nothing
but your sword and shield...

I thought you were the bravest,
noblest man I've ever known.

And I went looking
for you all night...

because I wanted to learn more
about the things you talked about--

like chivalry and courtesy
and doing good deeds.

And now--

And now?

I don't think I want to be
your page any longer, sir.

I see.

Well, in that case,
you'd better go.

Yes, sir. I guess
that would be best.

Then go!

You don't have to polish your
helmet. I already did that.

Good-bye.

[ Barking ]

So, good Bayeuth, at least
thou hast returned to me.

[ Barking ]

- What dost thou say?
- [ Barking Continues ]

Is it Gundemar? Have you found
the Questing Beast?

Aye, I will go with thee.

But first I needs must
take my trusty lance...

my shield, my horn--

Oh, nay. I feel my heart
is not in the chase this day.

Let be. Let be.

[ Barking ]

This looks like
a good hiding place.

Good heavens! A cave!
How perfectly delightful.

Exactly what I was thinking.

Uh, go ahead, child.
Investigate it.

- Uh, I'll wait out here.
- Why, you're trembling.

Oh, it's nothing, my dear.
Merely a touch of nerves.

I've always been...
sensitive, you know.

You're afraid!

Not really. It's, um-- It's just that
there might be mice in the cave.

Mice?

They're so annoying.
They scurry so.

You're afraid of mice?

Certainly not.

- [ Rocks Falling ]
- Oh! Mice!

It's nothing. Come on.
I'll protect you.

Are you sure
there are no mice?

All you heard
were some falling rocks.

Here. You'd better lie down
and rest a while.

Thank you, my dear.
You've been very kind, my dear.

You should be safe here. I'd better
get home now. My mom will be worried.

Perhaps you can come back later?

I'll try.

Oh, then I think
I'll take a little nap.

Be careful going home.

[ Penny ]
I will.

- Good night, child.
- Sleep tight, Gundemar.

I'm sure there must be mice.
This place looks mousy.

Oh, Dad, he's back!

- Will?
- He came in about an hour ago.

What about the alien,
the man from Antair?

Oh, I don't think there's
anything to worry about.

From the way Will talked,
I guess he's just a foolish old man.

I don't know about you two,
but I want to get something to eat.

I'll be right along.
I want to talk to Dad for a moment.

- What's the trouble?
- I'm worried about Will.

- Will?
- There's something withdrawn about him.

Dad, is it possible for a boy his age
to become a cynic?

Jupiter 2, ahoy!
Help! Oh! Oh!

Dr. Smith, what happened?

Oh, I did my best,
my very best, but to no avail.

Now, pull yourself together.
Tell us what happened.

It was horrible, horrible!
Oh, the horror of it all!

Memory banks indicate Dr. Smith
is about to pull a fast one.

Silence, you ingot
of ingratitude!

The poor boy.
But I did my very best.

- Who are you talking about?
- My dear little friend Will.

- Who are you talking about?
- My dear little friend Will.

- What happened to Will?
- We were taken hostage by an alien, as you know.

But thanks to my superior
cunning and ingenuity...

I was able to contrive
our escape.

On our way here, we were
attacked by a monster.

- A monster, Dr. Smith?
- Did I say one monster?
I meant to say several monsters.

- Well, how many monsters?
- Four or five, at least.

They were traveling in a pack.
But I placed Will behind me...

determined to sell his life dearly.

Armed only with a club,
I managed to dispose of seven of them.

But, Dr. Smith, you just said
there were five of them.

A slip of the tongue. There were
at least 10. Don't you believe me?

Uh, yeah. Uh, go on.
We're listening.

Yes, fighting like 10 men--
like 10 madmen--

I managed to draw them away
from the place where Will was hiding.

I ran all night with 20
of them hot at my heels.

Now, if there were
only 10 in the first place--

No, no, Professor,
there were 20. At least 20.

But I managed to shake them off and return
to the cave, where the boy was hiding--

William.

William, I was just
telling your family...

about the terrible things
that have happened.

[ Lowering Voice ]
Did you hear everything I said?

- I heard you, Dr. Smith.
- Everything?

- Everything.
- William!

Yes, Doctor, go on. You said you had
returned to where Will was hiding--

I'm sure you're fully aware
that it was all a lie.

May I join you?

- Suit yourself.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry about this afternoon.

It's all right. You were just trying
to make yourself out a big hero.

You make it all seem very simple.

Well, isn't it? I mean,
don't people do it all the time?

Brag and elaborate
and then build themselves up?

The book's upside-down,
Dr. Smith.

Thank you.

- But there must be some exceptions.
- What exceptions?

Your parents.
Major West.

How do I know for sure
that they're so special?

Will, what
has happened to you?

Well, let's just say
I'm growing up, Dr. Smith.

There comes a time in every kid's life
when he has to get rid of illusions--

like outgrowing fairy tales
about knights fighting dragons.

It must be something
Sagramonte of Antair did, wasn't it?

Dr. Smith, nobody's to blame.

Let's just say I'm
outgrowing my childhood.

Nobody's to blame.
Nobody's ever to blame.

Don't be in such a hurry
to grow up, dear William.

It isn't really worth it.

Oh, missed again!

[ Sighs ]
I always miss.

Oh. Thou hast returned,
varlet. Why?

Hast discovered some trace
of honor in thy worthless hide?

What is honor,
Sagramonte of Antair?

I've asked myself that question
through many sleepless hours.

I come of a people
who pride themselves on honor...

and yet I doubt if even one of them
knows the meaning of the word.

Tell me about your people.

Well, we are a people
so old in civilization...

and so wise in science...

that in order
to maintain our sanity...

we've returned
to an earlier, simpler age.

- The age of chivalry.
- The age of innocence and childhood.

Of belief in dragons
and brave knights and honor.

My young friend Will has left
all those things behind.

Yes, I-I saw the loss of innocence
in his eyes when he left me.

It was you, sir,
who stole it away.

Thinkst I don't know it?

Oh, what have I done
in this vain hunt for glory?

I lied, and the boy heard me lie.

It was a lie
that would do no harm--

a gentle lie, an old man's lie...

to be told to friends at home.

Other men have told
such lies about their lives...

adding a bit of gilt here
and a sparkling stone there...

so that others might discern some merit
and glory in what they'd done.

I've spent 40 years on my quest.

Since that time, other men
have fulfilled their quest for honor.

I-- I have never even
been close to mine.

All I have to show
for 40 years of quest...

is a-- a little scuffle in the night.

And so you lied.

It was only a tale
to be told to old men at home.

I lie even to myself.

I lied so that I might
win the worship of my fellows.

I have spent 40 years on a quest
dedicated to chivalry...

and only now have I begun
to know the meaning of the word.

It means to be kind and gentle,
but above all...

to be true to thine own self,
as well as to others.

And now, sir?
What will you do now?

Go home and be
an old man by the fire.

- And what of your quest?
- It's ended.

And what of the boy?

The damage is beyond repair.

No, not if he sees you
as he fancies you--

a brave knight fighting terrible odds
for honor and merit.

[ Scoffs ]
No, that is ended now.

No, I'm old and tired,
and my Beast is gone.

I know where your Beast
can be found.

Can you arrange
for the boy to see?

Yes, I can.

Why, then, good squire,
the boy shall see a pretty fight!

Begone!
Make all to be ready!

Gundemar and I
shall meet at dawn!

At dawn!

[ Chuckles ]
I did it.

Verily, I did it!

I did it!

Oh, William,
the things I do for you.

Will. Will.

- What is it, Dr. Smith?
- I've just come from Sagramonte.

- I'm not interested.
- You must listen to me.

I said I'm not interested.

I did not risk my life going out
into that wilderness tonight...

to face this kind
of rejection from you.

- You must listen.
- All right. I'm listening.

Sagramonte is going to fight the
Beast at dawn. Did you hear me?

Dr. Smith, you know
and I know...

and even Sagramonte knows
that there isn't any Beast.

But there is.
I saw it myself. It's true!

For the first time
in my miserable life...

I regret every lie
I've ever told, because...

this time I'm telling the truth,
and you don't believe me.

William, whether
you believe or not...

will you go with me
at dawn? Will you?

All right, Dr. Smith. You wake
me up, and I'll go with you.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, dear.

I had to warn you.
They're coming after you.

They? Who are they?

Dr. Smith and that Sagramonte
that's always chasing you.

Dear me! I must flee.
But where will I go?

Once Sagramonte gets on my trail
with his hound, I'm done for.

Absolutely done for.

- You must hate him a lot.
- Heavens, no!

Whatever put that notion
in your head?

Quite to the contrary.
In fact, I--

I suppose you think
I'm terribly foolish.

Well, what are you going to do
if you can't run away?

Give poor Sagramonte
what he's always wanted--

my head and the glory
he has always hungered for.

Oh, I'll put up a fight.

But in the end,
I'll let him win.

Now go home, child.

This is one of those times
when I'd like to be alone.

Isn't there anything
I can do to help?

No, thank you, child.
Go now. Hurry.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Sobbing ]

Shh.

The Beast is in there.
In the cave.

Sure. Isn't that where you usually
find Beasts? In a dark cave?

Sagramonte should be
along very soon.

Uh-huh. And then he'll come charging up
and run in the cave...

and there'll be
a lot of banging and clanging...

and then he'll come out all shook up
and say he had a fierce fight with a monster.

- May I offer some advice, William?
- Sure. It's cheap.

Keep the eyes and the ears open
and the little mouth shut!

Now, come along.
We'll find a place to hide.

Ho, Gundemar! 'Tis Sagramonte
of Antair who summons thee!

Come forth, foul Beast!

[ Roaring ]

Come out, Gundemar!
Or must I go in after thee?

[ Roaring ]

I-I await thee
on the field of battle!

[ Roaring Continues ]

Hurry, William! Hurry!

[ Roaring Continues ]

## [ Fanfare ]

[ Barking ]

[ Roaring ]

Dr. Smith, do something!
He'll be killed!

It's only make-believe, William. Just a build-up
for a tale to be told among his friends.

- No, it's not! Do something!
- This is not our fight.

[ Roaring Continues ]

[ Barking ]

No!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it, I said!
Both of you!

Get behind me, child.
I'll hold the Beast at bay.

Stop it this minute, you silly man.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone.

- She?
- [ Gundemar ] Yes, indeed.

- Did you say "she"? Why that's ridiculous.
- Yes, indeed.

I wouldn't say it's so ridiculous.

Oh! Heaven defend me!
I've gone mad. The Beast speaks!

Tell me, good friends,
that my ears do not deceive me.

- Did you hear the Beast speak?
- Shall we get on with this business?

- I-I'm not so sure now.
- Isn't that like a man?

After chasing me across the universe
for the last 40 years!

What did you think you were
going to do if you caught me?

I don't know. I never really
thought that far ahead, you know.

There was an awful lot going on
while I was chasing you.

Of course there were,
you silly thing.

We went through
eight star systems.

[ Chuckling ]
You must have had a lovely time.

Well, as a matter of fact-- Ah, never mind
that now. What are we going to do?

- May I make a suggestion?
- Certainly, dear.

The child has remarkably good sense
and delightful manners.

Why don't you teleport
back to your home planet?

- Excellent idea!
- And you teleport to yours.

My dear child, I haven't the slightest
notion how to teleport myself anywhere...

least of all as far away as Antair.

- You don't?
- Then how did you get here?

How'd you travel through
all those star systems?

Well, I told you.
Enchantment.

Never mind that now.
How did Sagramonte travel through space?

As a matter of fact--

- You did it, didn't you?
- I suppose I must fess up.

But why?
He was chasing you.

And having
so much fun doing it.

Those were the happiest
years of my life.

And it's all over now.
All over.

My boy, I wanted you here today
so that you might learn...

that there are still such things
as honor and faith and truth...

but it would seem that
I've failed even in that.

No, you haven't, sir.

If you'd like to stay here for a while,
I'll be your page again.

You-You would?

No, my boy.
The quest is ended.

All of a sudden,
he looks so old.

He never looked old before--
not really old old, the way he looks now.

His life is ended,
unless you do something.

- Me? What can I do?
- I think you know.

Yes, child, you're right.

Oh, Sagramonte!

Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Tra-la-la, Sagramonte!

[ Taunting ]
You can't catch me!

Ho! Foul and fierce Beast!
Durst mock a Knight of Antair?

Have at thee!

Peek-a-boo!

[ Barking ]

[ Muttering ]
Have at thee! En garde!

[ Sagramonte's Voice ]
Farewell, dear friends.

Farewell.

[ Barking ]

It isn't the quarry that makes the hunt,
nor the goal the game.

What'd you say, Dr. Smith?

A quest sounds like capital fun.
I must try it sometime.

Come along, my dears.

And now the blue one
to your right.

Right, ninny, right!

Dr. Smith,
what are you doing here?

We're supposed to be looking
for mineral deposits.

I'm preparing a little treasure for
Penny's birthday-- a flower arrangement.

Run along, dear boy, and continue
your search. I shall be right here.

Proceed with caution.
This is an unexplored area.

- Oh, fiddle-dee-fie.
- I'll see you later.

Run along, dear boy.

Mmm. I think I shall
rest my eyes for a bit...

and thus get a fresher perspective
on the problem at hand.

Dr. Smith!
Come here, quick!

Yes, yes? Is there
no rest for the weary?

What is it, my boy?
What is it?

Look! It looks like the old
android machine we found before.

- Why, so it is.
- Come on!

Steady, William.
This bog is quite deep. I'm frightened.

- Now, be careful.
- Now, help me.
My back is extremely delicate today.

- Come on.
- Careful. Oh!

Steady.
Help me down. There.

Well! Another of those interesting
intergalactic mail-order catalogues.

How nice!

By pressing buttons and causing
pictures to appear on the screen...

one can order anything one wants in the
universe and have it appear immediately.

This one doesn't seem like it's
in very good condition, Dr. Smith.

Never mind appearances.
Just see if it works.

Warning! Warning! Hazardous area.
Return at once, Will Robinson.

The fissure you have crossed is
filled with hyperatomic matter.

- Silence, you cackling coward!
- The machine also is dangerous.

Nonsense. Will is very good with machines.
Now, go ahead, William.

See if you can find a suitable
present for your dear sister.

Do you think she'd like that?

I'm sure she would. Perhaps
you should turn the gold knob...

and then we will have
the vehicle in gold.

It's such a charming metal.

Turn it off!