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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 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?

Will and the Robot. They've
taken off in the space pod.

Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.

Whatever possessed me
to be so foolish

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.

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.
10 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 ]

[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 'm, 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 iii-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.

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.

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?

The Chariot?

[Yawning ]
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 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.
[Creaking ]

That feels fine,
Dr. Smith.

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?

"ln 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 singing]
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.

A 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 kind of 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...

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...

l 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 archeological 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?

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
looking 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.

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 going 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'm serious. I mean it.

Try thinking of it
as an illusion.

[Warbling Whine]

[John]
It's an illusion.

[Whine Continues]
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 got
to 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
archeological 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.

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] 1 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 ]

He's for real,
isn't he?

Negative.

[Warbling Whine]

[Groaning ]
You okay, Robot?

I... l 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]

I don't believe it.
I don't believe it!

[ Roaring, Hissing Continues]

[ Electrical Pop]

[Screeching ]

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

[Screeching Continues]

[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.

AH 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 programed
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.

Its 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.

[Man] Stay tuned for some exciting
scenes from our next week's episode.

Now, who put this
pebble here?

[ Man ] Dr. Smith achieves
Samson-like strength

when futuristic hippies terrorize
the space family, Robinsons.

[ Blowing ]

This whole planet
is gonna go...

[ imitates explosion]

Why don't you
try to be nice?

Cut it out!

You be nice when she talks
to you, little master,

'cause you could be hurt very
bad if you don't be nice.

Stand aside!

Forward march!

This planet must
be destroyed

quickly and effectively.

That's murder, and I won't
let you get away with it.

[ Man ] "Collision of Planets" on
Lost in Space on this channel.