All language subtitles for Lost in Space - 01x09 - The Oasis.BluRay.eng

Last week, as you recall,

a blistering wave
of heat had settled

over our space
family's campsite,

along with a strange,
unearthly silence.

Well, one thing,
once we get this

water conversion
unit insulated,

we won't have to
worry about evaporation.

Do you hear anything?

No.

Will, will you ask
Don and Judy

to come in now?
Lunch is almost ready.

Yes, ma'am.

Did you hurt yourself?

Is there gonna be a storm?

Aah! It's a quake.

Where's Judy?

She's outside with Don.

Don. Hurry.

Hurry.

Hurry!
Get to the ship!

No!
Go, now!

Dad, help him! Help him!

Don.

Don.

Don.

Don.

What happened?

Don't move. Don't move.
Stay there. Don't move.

I'll get a lever.
Stay there.

Hurry.

Hurry.

Can you... Can you move it?

No.

Try to slide your foot out.

Slide.

Easy, easy.

Get you off the ground.

Can I help?

Yeah.

You can get his boot.

Although we've
survived the earthquake,

and Major West's injuries have
fortunately proved to be minor,

the eccentric orbit
of this hostile planet,

has now confirmed
our fears that its

sun would soon be
a pitiless enemy.

The land shrivels
under its blinding heat,

and the conservation of water
has become our gravest problem.

Did you get a reading on the
outside temperature, Dad?

Yes, it's dropped
two degrees.

That's good.

What's good about
145 instead of 147?

It might just as well
have stayed where it was.

Penny, you make that move,
you lose the Big Dipper.

That's no fair,
telling her what to do.

He didn't have to tell me.
I knew it myself.

I'll bet.

Well, it was on my mind.
Hmph.

Okay, kids, stop arguing and
let's get on with the game.

By rights,
that Big Dipper belongs to me.

Does not, Will.

I'm not gonna play
with a bunch of cheaters.

Oh, now, come on.
Now, stop this bickering.

John, do you think
it would be all right

if we made an exception and gave
them their water ration now?

Sure.

There we are, now.
Water break.

Will.

Penny.
Thank you.

There, dear.

Now, don't gulp it.
Make it last.

Can it be fixed?

I doubt it.

It's just as badly
corroded as the others.

Well, exactly how many does
that leave in operation?

One, and that's it.

At the rate of flow, one fluid
minim every 20 seconds.

Not enough to
moisten a toothbrush.

I wouldn't plan on putting a
swimming pool in this season.

When's the last time
you checked the storage tank?

Last night.

We're down to 24 gallons.

Well, at our present
rate of consumption,

that leaves us
about a 14-day supply.

And not allowing
for evaporation.

Do you have to be so
good at arithmetic?

We can't stay at
this peak heat forever.

Fact or prediction?

Little of both, I guess.

Well, in that case,
until we know which

way this crazy
planet's going to jump,

I suggest we cut
the water rations now.

No, before we do that, I think
we'd better check the tank,

and see what we can do
about reducing evaporation.

Okay.

How much did you
say was in this tank?

Twenty-four gallons.

Two gallons?

You're right.

That doesn't leave us much
more than a 24-hour supply.

No sign of a leak here.

That water couldn't have
just evaporated overnight.

Where's the spigot?

Locked in my desk.

Let's make sure.

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I ought to kick
you clear into orbit

for taking a shower
at a time like this.

I couldn't wait another day. I
was losing precious body fluids

besides feeling very icky.

How much is left in the tank?
He got it all.

There wasn't much to begin with,
and my hair is still soapy.

I hope it falls
out in bunches.

That remark was
uncalled for, Major.

Don't you realize what you've done?
You've washed your grubby hide

in what is practically the
last of our drinking water.

How did you get it out of the tank?
Did you steal the spigot?

I did not. I used suction.

Well, that figures.
I'll bet that's how

you used to sneak
gas out of cars

when you were a teenager.

I was never a teenager
in your sense of the word.

Well, I hope not,
because I'd owe

all of them
an apology if you were.

Look here, now...

Now, just a minute.

Get your clothes on.

I want everyone present at the
ship at a meeting in five minutes.

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Oh, shut up.

That does not compute.

About all we can
hope to get from our

conversion unit is
an extra pint a day.

Now, that with
the little we have left

in the storage
tanks means that

unless we find
a new supply of water,

we're gonna have to
be taking our water

in little less than
medicinal doses from now on.

Thanks to Dr. Smith.

Well, maybe he didn't realize

the full seriousness
of what he was doing.

Thank you, dear lady. I'm glad
someone here understands.

John, where do you suggest
we start looking?

There might be some water
deep down in those caves.

No, the minute I found out that our
orbit was changing, I checked them.

They're bone-dry.
Here, I've got this chart.

Now, there was
a stream that ran

all through this bottomland
before it dried up.

If we can follow its course,
we might locate

the underground
water table that fed it.

If it's still there.
Splendid idea.

I wonder why we
didn't think of it before.

Now, there's another thing.

We can only follow this
course in the daylight.

Now, in this heat
that could be dangerous.

I'm sure you'll find it.
I'll be rooting for you.

Where are you going?

To my cabin to start rooting.

Oh, you'll join us
on the march with

a bucket in each hand
just like the rest of us.

Poor Debbie.
She's so thirsty.

Dear, she'll have
to wait for her water ration

just the way
the rest of us do.

John, this riverbed
is as dry as a bone.

Yeah, I'm afraid we're gonna
have to work our way further upstream.

Everybody all
right back there?

I feel dreadful.

What's the matter?

Do you know what it
means when your joints creak,

and your ribs grind
against the sternum?

No.
What does it mean, Dr. Smith?

Imminent and total dehydration, that's all.
I can't go another step.

I guess you're a little too
old for this kind of a hike.

lam not that old, young man.

It's just a simple case
of bodily deprivation.

Well, why don't you rest here
until we get back?

I doubt whether I
can last that long.

John, may I give him his
water ration? Sure.

Here you are, Dr. Smith.

Oh, thank you, dear lady.

Could I have another?

Dr. Smith.

You'll feel better now.

I doubt it.

Try to make it back
to camp if you can.

But don't expect
to find any water there.

The little you left
us is hidden, but good.

Good luck, Dr. Smith.

Come on, Debbie.

Hold on.

Dad, there's water down there.
I can see it.

You'd need a distilling
plant as big as a refinery

to get anything
drinkable out of this.

Oh, look. There's something
floating to the surface.

Water chestnuts, anyone?
Space papaya? Mangos?

Look at that.

How do you like that?

Oh, boy.

Smells kind of piney.

There must be hundreds
of 'em down there.

Enough to help us
with our water problem?

Well, if they're edible.

And don't you children
eat any of them now.

I'll get a couple more,
and we'll run a test

on them
back on the ship.

Have you seen
anything unusual?

Nothing but, uh,
pineapple sherbet so far.

But don't any of you get any
ideas of eating this stuff yet.

How long will it be before if you
Know they're good to eat, Dad?

We'll have to run an
incubation test on it first.

Oh, I'd say 12, 36 hours.

They sure look tempting.

Oh, we forgot about
Dr. Smith.

Yes, isn't it a relief?

What do you mean, Judy?

To be able to
forget about him.

Maybe I'd better
go see how he feels.

All right.

Dr. Smith?

Dr. Smith?

Well, that's strange. John, I
was sure he'd come back here.

The way he walks, he's
probably still on his way.

Maybe I'd better go up and
watch for him. May I'?

Sure. Go ahead.

Dr. Smith.

Dr. Smith, don't eat it!

Dr... Oh, no.

Dr. Smith, don't eat that.

Well, you didn't have to do that.
There's plenty more.

How many of these
have you eaten?

It was only my second.

And I must say, it's delicious.
A very exotic flavor.

Now, you needn't worry.
There's plenty for everyone.

Just don't worry
at all about it.

But you don't understand.

This fruit hasn't been tested.
It might be...

May be what? Tell me.

Poisonous.

Oh, why couldn't
you have waited?

Poison?

Did you say poison?

What's going on now?

He's been eating this fruit.

Don't you ever pay
attention to rules?

It was lying right
here on this table.

I was hungry and thirsty.
How was I to know that you...

You.

You left it there deliberately.
You wanted me to eat it.

Why, that's ridiculous, Smith.
We just found that fruit.

If you hadn't left us,
you'd have known that.

You took advantage of the way
I felt to plant them there.

You knew they'd be
the first thing I'd see!

That's not true.

This is your revenge
on me for using

your drinking water
to take a shower.

That's crazy, Smith.

Is it?

I know how you
all feel about me.

Another mouth to feed,
another thirst to quench.

Oh, yes, "Let's get rid
of him. This is our chance."

That's the way your
evil minds worked, wasn't it?

It's begun.

I can feel it.
It's churning in my blood.

All right, we'll get you in...

Stay away from me!

Oh, leave me alone.

John, isn't there something we
can give him to neutralize it?

Maybe, if we knew exactly what
it was we wanted to neutralize.

Until I can get
a reading on that culture,

I wouldn't know
what to try on him.

All we can do now is

wait for some recognizable
symptoms to appear.

Coated.

Inflamed.

Oh!

Idiot dolt.

Caught like a mouse with
a piece of poisoned cheese.

Where were you, Doctor?
Where was your mind?

Oh, how could I let
them do this to me?

So much to live for, so much.

And now...

But I won't die alone.

Oh, no.

They'll pay for this
with their lives.

I don't hear him moaning anymore.
Do you think that he's...

Your mother's gone to
see if he's all right.

She thought he might not
feel so hostile towards her.

John, he's not in his cabin, and
he's not anywhere in the ship.

He must've been so frightened
that he just ran away to die.

[John 1 Smith!

Dr. Smith!

Smith, answer!

Dr. Smith!

Smith, can you hear me?

Smith!

Giving us all that trouble,
and now this.

I've got a good mind to...

Don't say it.

Smith!

Doctor?

Dr. Smith?

Dr. Smith?

Dr. Smith?

Doctor?
Doctor?

Let's start back. Maybe the
others have found him.

I guess so.

It's hopeless to go on
with the search now.

We'll start again
when it's daylight.

We never should have
left him alone.

If you remember, he wasn't
too eager for company.

Apparently,
he was well enough to take

a few things with
him before he left.

Like what?

Shoulder pack, shaving articles.
That's a good sign.

But he had no water.
How will he stay alive'?

Well, it's still possible
the fruit gave him

no more than
a bad stomachache.

When that wears off and he gets
thirsty enough, he'll be back.

But what if it
really poisoned him?

And he's sure
we did it deliberately.

Look, Judy, we can't help
what he thinks.

Now, he knew
as well as we do

that we're not supposed to eat
anything we find on this planet

until it's been
thoroughly tested.

But we did
leave it lying around.

That's why he must have
thought it was safe to eat.

Judy, I'm sure you wouldn't
have eaten anything

without finding out
if it was safe or not.

I don't know.

Perhaps if I felt
the way Dr. Smith did,

dehydrated and everything,
I might have.

No, Judy. You wouldn't
have touched it.

Now, you've had
plenty of training

in interplanetary travel
like the rest of us.

As for Smith, he's a
doctor, and he's had

much more experience
than you have.

Now, we're gonna do everything
we can to find him and help him.

But let's not fix
the blame on something

we have no control over,
the drought.

Don.
Hmm?

Let's check that culture.

I wonder why Dr. Smith didn't
take the robot with him.

What for?

Company-

Must be awfully lonely out
there without his best friend.

He's out there somewhere.

Maybe dying-

Well, there's nothing
we can do about it now, Judy.

I wish there were.

I can't forgive myself
for being so unkind to him.

Well, I don’t like to
speak ill of him, but

he wasn't always
very likable, you know.

Only this morning I let him
know how I felt about him

using up our water.

I know I hurt his feelings.

Well, that's... That's
not important now, dear.

I wish there was some way of
letting him know how sorry I am.

I wonder if the robot knows
where Dr. Smith is.

Where is Dr. Smith, robot?

Dr. Smith is a reluctant
inhabitant of this planet.

Dr. Smith wants out.

Dr. Smith is most anxious to
return to Earth. Dr. Smith is...

What'd you do that for?

That's an old tape he made weeks
ago that he forgot to erase.

Dr. Smith and this robot must have
had a very good understanding.

I guess so.

Dr. Smith was a whiz
at getting

the robot to do
things for him.

He even got him to
play my guitar once.

I know he got the robot to do
some bad things once in a while,

but they don't seem
so bad now as they did then.

I wouldn't mind if he came back
and tried something bad again,

just as long as he came back.

I never thought
I'd be saying this,

but you know,
Mother, I miss him.

I really miss him.

Well, so do I.

I keep looking toward
the door of his cabin,

expecting him to
come marching out

with along list
of grievances,

storming at us because he
thinks we're so incompetent.

And then
stomping off in a huff,

because we don't pay
any attention to him.

You know,
I read somewhere once that

people like Dr. Smith are
called "injustice collectors."

Most of them are really very nice
when they're not collecting.

We'll find him.

Cheer up, Debbie.
You'll get a drink very soon.

You look so
beautiful up there, sky.

But you'd look more beautiful if
you were all dark with clouds,

and rain was falling
and filling the lakes,

and rivers and the streams.

Not until we find
Dr. Smith, though.

My time is short,

but this you
must know and judge.

I have plotted their end
as they plotted mine.

Only theirs will
be more lingering

than mine.

These are the last
mortal words of one,

who, had he survived,

would have
transfigured the universe.

Signed, Zachary Smith.

You're sure that'll be enough?

We'll see that it is. You'll
Keep checking on that culture?

Yes, according to
instructions.

Why would he
take off like that?

I mean, what does he
expect to find out there,

an emergency hospital?

Well, the bull elephant takes off
when he feels he's gonna die.

Likes to leave the herd,
be by himself.

Smith was kind of a bull.

All set?

Wait. Hold it.

Has anyone touched this unit
in the last couple of hours?

Well, not that I know of.

Then it must've been
that old bull elephant.

I don't understand.

Our one good
fuel cell's gone.

So's the half pint of water
we should've collected.

If that fuel cell's
not back in operation

by tonight, it'll corrode,
just like the others.

How much do we
have in the tank?

Practically nothing.

I think this might be a good
time to start praying for rain.

Come on, Will.

Well, if he came by
this way, he certainly

had plenty of energy
left for a dying man.

He won't have enough
energy left to swat

a fly when I get
through with him.

But he may be dead.

If he is,

don't be surprised if I give out
with three loud cheers, Will.

That's kind of cruel, Don.

Now, what do you call stealing
our one good fuel cell?

An act of brotherly love?

Here you go, Don.

No.

I think you need it.

I'd rather stay
steamed until we catch up

with our
friendly bull elephant,

alive.

Hand me the radio.

Maureen?

Maureen?

Maureen?

I'm right here, John.

Have you found him?

No, no sign of him yet.

Well, everything's fine here.

When was the last time
you examined the culture?

Oh, about 30 minutes ago.
It was clear.

Well, take another
look while I hold.

All right.

John, there's some bacterial
motion on the slide.

Separately or in clumps?

Separately.

So far, so good, unless it starts
clumping on the next reading.

I'll check with you later.
Out.

Here you go.

All right, let's go.

Is there any change?
Yes.

It's beginning to clump.

If that's what Dad expected, doesn't
that mean it's safe to eat?

No, just the opposite.

I'm gonna go take
a look at Debbie.

All right, dear.

Mother, come quickly!

Mother,
what's happened to her?

Do you think she knows
what's happened to her?

She's probably
aware of something.

Mother,
if this happened to Debbie

when she ate
that fruit, then...

Now, Judy,
don't jump to conclusions.

Don't you think we should
tell Dad about it?

No, he has enough
to do now.

We'll just wait until
he reports in to us.

At least she seems
to be friendly.

"Z.S."

Zachary Smith.

But where is he?

Not here,
unless he found some way

to perform
a do-it-yourself burial.

Maybe he buried
the fuel cell here.

Well, we'll soon find out.

Wait a minute.

Now, what do you
think he put on that?

We'll just have to wait until we
get back to camp to find out.

I bet I can guess. Instructions
for some wild goose treasure hunt

that'll have us looking for that
fuel cell until we drop dead.

Well, if he buried this here last
night, he can't be too far away.

Come on.

I'm alive.

I'm alive.

I'm alive!

I'm getting tired, John.
When do we stop?

Stand where you are.

What do you want?

You came here to
watch me die? To gloat?

But I fooled you.

Get out. Get out.

Get out!

I don't think he realizes
what happened to him.

That's for sure.

He threw that tree like
we were half a mile away.

Let me have the radio.

Maureen?

Maureen?

Yes, dear?

We found him.

How is he?

As tall as three men,
and just about as strong.

I was afraid of that.

The same thing has happened to Debbie.
She's grown enormously.

We found the rind
of fruit in her bunk.

Is she violent?

Playful as a lamb.

Is Dr. Smith coming
back with you?

I hope so,
if he'll let us get near him.

I'll check with you later.
Out.

lam Zachary Smith.

Dr. Zachary Smith!

If he comes at us with another
tree, we'll all be pulp.

You can't shoot him.

There may not be
another choice, Will.

But he may be hungry as well as thirsty.
That's why he's so mad.

Shall I offer him
something to eat?

He's more likely
to eat you than that sandwich.

Dr. Smith and I are friends.
Let me talk to him.

All right, Will.
But keep your distance.

Come here.

Try and persuade him
to come back with us.

Tell him we wanna help him.
And remember this, Son.

I'll have my laser
on him at all times.

Go.

Hello, Dr. Smith. I brought
you something to eat.

A sandwich.
Sandwich?

That's birdseed.
What are you doing

standing down there
in that ditch?

Come on up.

I'm not in a ditch. I'm on
the same level you are.

Is this another of your Robinson games?
Come up out of there.

Listen, Dr. Smith,
you know that fruit you ate?

You thought it would kill me, didn't you?

No, sir. It was just a mistake
that it was left out there.

And I'm sure glad
it didn't kill you.

But... Well, it did sort
of have an effect on you.

Only temporarily.

I feel fit as a fiddle now.

I'm glad of that, but...

But what? Speak up, boy.
What's happened to your voice?

That fruit you ate,
it made you grow.

Grow?

Yes, sir.

You're as big as
all these trees.

What trees?
These bushes, do you mean?

They're trees, Dr. Smith.
They're really trees.

That can't be.

It's an optical illusion.

That infernal sun up there,
it does things to your vision.

I don’t think so, Dr. Smith.

Made me grow, did you say?

Tall as a tree?

Can't be.

It isn't true.
Oh, tell me it isn't true.

Tell me it isn't true.

Gosh, it's not so bad
being big.

Think of all the marvelous things
you'll be able to do, like...

Gosh, you'll be able to get birds'
eggs without even climbing.

What's so
marvelous about that?

It's not marvelous to be three
times as tall as anyone else.

It's horrifying.

Oh.

I'll never be able to
go back to Earth now.

They'll laugh at me.

They'll put me in a circus
sideshow with the freaks.

Will, get back.

Smith, we want you
to return with us to the ship.

Maybe we can help you.

How?

How can you help a freak?
A sport of nature?

I might as well be dead.

It's better to be big and
alive than average and dead,

which we'll all soon be if you
don't hand over that fuel cell.

So that's it.

That's the only reason you're
here, to get that fuel cell.

You don't care
one bit about me.

All you care about
is your own precious skins.

Well, I've listened to enough
of your pious cant! Get out!

Get out, all of you, before
I smash your little heads!

Get out!

"Get birds' eggs out of nests
without climbing."

Good heavens.

What a fate.
What a terrible fate.

Now, Smith the doctor
probably knows more about

the action of that fruit on the
pituitary gland than any of us.

But Smith the victim,
he's in a state of shock.

He couldn't help himself
even if he wanted to.

What's a pituitary gland?

It's a small gland at
the base of the nose.

It controls growth,
and whatever was in

that fruit must have
put it out of control.

Smith may be in
a state of shock,

but not so deep
that he'll tell us

what he did
with the fuel cell.

Well, in his
present condition,

the fuel cell probably doesn't
seem very important to him.

But it's vital to us.
And unless we get it soon,

well, it might just as
well stay where it is.

John, I'd like to go out there
to him, if you'd let me.

He probably
doesn't want to admit it,

but I think he's a very lonely
and a frightened man right now.

I think it'd be useless
to try to reason with him.

I don't intend to.

All right.

Don and I will
show you the way.

A freak.

A laughingstock.

An acromegalous monster.

Dr. Smith, may I join you?

Oh, Dr. Smith.

I was beginning to get
very worried about you.

I'm awfully glad
we found you.

Yes, I know, to laugh at me,

to poke fun at the freak.

I thought you were above that,
Mrs. Robinson.

Oh, but no one's laughing
at you, Dr. Smith,

least of all me.

But you're staring.
That's just as bad.

That's not true at all.

You're still the same person
you always were.

You don't know what
it's like to be a giant.

No bed big enough.

Well, we'll build you one.

No chair.

We'll make one of those, too.

No one to talk to face
to face, unless I squat.

Well, you're talking to me.

Dr. Smith, I think there's
something you should know.

You're really
a very brave man.

Ha!

Well, you could say that
when you ate that fruit,

you performed
the same kind of heroic act

that men of medicine
are remembered for.

You risked your life
the way they risk theirs,

for the benefit of others.

Come to think of it,
I suppose I did.

Why, of course you did.

And we're very,
very proud of you.

Now, we want you to come
back to the ship with us.

Please.

I suppose I should get that
fuel cell before we go back.

Well, it would be a help.

It's that way.

I think I've caught a cold.

Dr. Smith.

The sooner we get you back to
the ship safely, the better.

How long's he
gonna keep that up?

It's not just Dr. Smith.
It's Debbie, too.

They've both been sneezing
most of the afternoon.

It seems to have
affected the nasal

passages as well
as the pituitary.

This should start delivering
any moment now.

Yeah, here it comes.

It's working, Dr. Smith. The water
conversion unit is working.

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Cover my feet, will you? I think
my cold is getting worse.

Certainly, Dr. Smith.

We should get a pint of water
apiece from it every day.

A pint?
I'll use it for eyewash,

for one eye.

Keep coming!

It's gonna rain!

Like heaven, baby!

In bucketfuls!
Let's go!

I'm little.

I'm little!

Are you all mad?

Here you are dancing like savages
while I'm being drenched.

But, Dr. Smith, do you
realize what's happened?

Of course I realize
what's happened.

But I'm still being drenched, and I'll
probably get pneumonia.

But you're back to normal size.
That's what's important.

Obviously, the effect
of simple H20 on my system.

However, as soon
as one of you good people

gets me a cup of hot soup
and something dry to wear,

I might offer up
a small prayer of thanks.

Get him some soup.

Dr. Smith?

Don's been looking
all over for you.

He wants you to help him with
some work at the drill site.

Work? But, my dear,
I am working.

And just what,
may I ask, are you doing?

Sit down, my dear,
and I'll show you.

Now, then,
what do you see up there?

Nothing.
Precisely.

But when there is something up
there, a rescue mission perhaps,

I'll be the one to see it
and quickly alert the camp.

Dr. Smith. You're incredible.

Absolutely incredible.

Indeed. Don't you ever want
to leave this ghastly planet?

Of course, I do.

But it's living in a dream world, Dr.
Smith, to ever think,

a rescue mission from Earth
can ever find us here.

Perhaps not from Earth.

But at this point, I'd welcome
any form of intelligent life

that might
conceivably help us.

Hands across outer space,
so to speak.

I think I'd better
let you get back to your work.

Yes, yes, my dear.
Eternal vigilance, yes.

Approach of alien object.

Approach of alien object.

Do be still. Can't you
see I'm trying to relax?

Another word, and I'll
remove your power pack.

Keep away from me!