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Two degrees right warp.

Check.

Keep heading in, and stand
by with the space pod.

I strongly advise you
to reconsider, Professor.

Anyone with even the faintest
understanding of galactic phenomena,

can see that this planet
is girdled by some sinister,

and unquestionably
fatal contamination.

We don't seem to have
any choice, Doctor.

If our propulsion
unit isn't fixed,

we won't be able to maintain
our support systems.

Either way, we could die.

Put the ship on minimum
gravitational orbit.

I'll need somebody to handle
the auxiliary thrusters here.

I'll do it.

Good luck, Dad.
Thank you, darling.

Be careful.

And be sure to
keep in contact.

Old Dr. Smith might
just have a point

about the contamination
belt around that planet.

Well, I'll report
as soon as we hit.

All right.

Eject system
ready, Professor.

Release hatch open.

All right, start
disconnect thrust at five.

Five, four, three...

Space pod to Jupiter. Beginning
entry into planet's atmosphere.

Heat, 4,300.

Gravitational pull, 1.073.

Check.

[ Don ] Scope metering
is corrected with pod.

John, how about that contamination
belt around the planet?

Any sensor readings
on it yet?

We're approaching
it fast.

Should know momentarily.

I am picking up irregular pulses
on my force detector circuits.

They show
increasing strength.

Don, the Robot's picking up
some kind of force field.

Then don't penetrate
any deeper.

Reverse and return.

Danger! Danger! Force level
building to fatal intensity!

Controls won't respond!

Can't turn!

Penetrating force field layer!

Hit your auxiliary
thruster pack.

Your descent is two G's
above maximum safety level.

Cannot comply.
Trapped by force.

Force detector overloaded.
Overloaded!

Danger! Danger!

Do you have control? I repeat!
John, do you have control?

Almost through the
force field layer.

Yes. Yes, the pod's
starting to respond!

We're through
the force field.

We're approaching
the planet's surface.

Any damage?

Well, the pod seems okay.

But the Robot burned out a detector
circuit. He's working to repair it now.

Yeah, I think
we'll both live.

There. I have now switched
over to emergency operation.

All facilities
functioning.

Can you tell me what kind of force
field that was we just came through?

It pains me to
think about it.

However, my detectors
analyzed an ultra-powerful,

artificially induced
protective barrier,

energized by
solar deflection.

Sounds like some
kind of intergalactic

barbed wire fence
to keep us out.

A fence works two
ways, Professor,

to keep something out,
or keep something in.

Well, we're gonna have a chance
to find out which right now.

Landing struts projected.
Stand by for touchdown.

Sensors indicate atmospheric
oxygen within human tolerance.

All right, let's
take a look around.

Advise caution. Readings still
incomplete on alien habitation.

Space pod to Jupiter.
We've landed.

The atmosphere seems okay.
So far no sign of alien life.

See any good spots we can
bring down the Jupiter?

No, not here.

We'll survey
the area. Out.

Caution. Suggest an
immediate return to pod.

Sensors indicate approach
of unknown alien.

ls it friendly?

Impossible to determine.

Better make sure before
the Jupiter lands then.

Danger! Danger!
[ Roaring ]

Well, I suppose I should
have listened to you.

Danger! Danger!

Who are you?

I'm John Robinson from the
Earth ship, Jupiter 2.

We have to make an emergency
landing for repairs.

You are trespassing on a private
killing preserve, Earthling.

Killing preserve?

I am Megazor,
future ruler of Zon.

lam here to undergo
special tests to determine

my suitability as ruler
of our civilization.

You may rest assured.
We won't interfere.

You already have.
That was to be my victim.

Warning! Warning!
Warning!

[ Beeping ]
Warning!

The robot's
defensive mechanism

has been neutralized
by a disrupter tone.

Both of you
come with me.

Jupiter 2! Jupiter 2!

[ Don ] John,
come in. Can you...

If you prefer, the computer
can also destroy you.

Come. I have plans
for your use.

This is my camp, and these
are some of my captives.

[ Robot] Do not be
alarmed, Professor.

Earth humans and their
robot by-products,

are not considered natural
enemies of the Zon culture.

Your robot is well programed.
These are my enemies,

Galladians, Zorodots,

[Screeching ]

Roscopores.

Since you already
have them in cages,

the killing should be easy.

That is a
senseless statement

that I would expect
from an Earthling.

In our species, destruction
is a highly developed art.

There are strict procedures,
rules, regulations.

You are not expected
to understand. Come.

Megazor refers to an
attitude similar in concept

to the human condition
of "sportsmanship".

Oh, that's encouraging.

My sensors indicate to the
contrary in our case, Professor.

Time is running short.

Yes. Yes, I will
get on with it.

Hurry them along!

[Creatures snarling,
growling ]

An important test has been
disrupted by you Earthlings.

Registering point count
for kills to date.

[Megazor] I could have gained another 50
points by the killing of that Galladian,

if you hadn't
killed him first.

I'm sorry if we interrupted your
sport, but we were attacked.

The computer makes no
allowance for excuses.

It gives and takes
points as required.

Question, computer.

How many points does Megazor require
to complete his field test?

[ Beeping ]

Him. How much
is he worth?

You're a sub-species,
Earthling.

However, regulations still allow
me to punish you for your crime.

If the punishment
is effective enough,

I can still gain
bonus points.

[Alien robot] Bonus point
count for death of humanoid.

[ Robot] Only ten points?

My master's worth
twice that anywhere!

I'll put you in a cage.

I'll devise your
punishment later.

[ Beeping ]

[ Robot] lf my destructor
banks were only operative.

You can be thankful they
didn't wreck you completely.

It is your safety that
concerns me, Professor.

Don't worry.

If Major West
doesn't hear from us,

I have a feeling
he'll come down fast.

I repeat This is the Jupiter
calling John Robinson.

Come in, John.

Come in.

I can't raise him.

Oh, Don.

John? John Robinson?

This is the Jupiter 2
calling John Robinson.

Hello? Come in!

John, do you hear me?

It's no use.
[ Dr. Smith] Pity.

Ah, me.
The wages of ignorance.

Had the professor and the rest of
you intellectual unfortunates,

allowed me to
direct and counsel

more of your decisions, this
would never have happened.

Really, Smith? And what wise
counsel would you care to offer?

A naively simple piece
of logic, Major.

Never land on a planet where there is
any indication of alien hostility.

But, Dr. Smith, how do you know
there's any alien hostility?

There must be. Your father fails
to respond to our frantic call.

Obviously some
diabolical mischief

has occurred
beyond his control.

Now there's a real
pearl of wisdom.

And also it could be something
un-diabolically simple,

like a defective
communicator.

Yes, of course. He may
not be able to hear us.

What should we do, Don?

Land the spaceship and
find out for ourselves.

I agree. If John's in
trouble, he can use our help.

[ Dr. Smith] Precisely
why we should not land.

We cannot risk our own lives against
some horrible alien danger.

Dr. Smith, we can if it means
Dad and the Robot need us.

Now, now, William. We must learn to
face life's vicissitudes bravely.

Alas, there is no choice
but to orbit away

and continue our
search for Earth.

Once safely returned home, we
can erect a suitable memorial.

"To the brave ones
we left behind."

Dr. Smith, how dare
you say such a thing!

Since our very own
lives are at stake,

a vote is the only
democratic way to decide.

I shall begin the balloting
with a resounding

"no" to the ridiculous
suggestion that we land.

Now, William, my bright and logical
young friend, how say you?

I'm sorry, Dr. Smith,
but I'm with Don.

I vote yes.
Me too.

Don already has my vote.

Well, Smith, as usual, your influence
hasn't improved around here.

You've all taken
leave of your senses,

what little you
may have once had!

I can see that intelligent and unbiased
reasoning is not sufficient to sway you.

Therefore...
Don, look out!

Now we cannot land! I've
misfired the retro-rockets!

You fool! You've run the ship into
maximum gravitational descent!

[ explosion ]

[ Dr. Smith ]
What have I done?

Enough damage to kill us all if I
don't get this ship under control!

Get back! Get back!

[Screaming]

[Screaming]

Quick! Get the
fire extinguisher!

Stay below,

and make sure
everyone's strapped in!

We're going down
for a crash landing!

We're doomed! Doomed!

Oh, woe is me!

A horrible demise on
some ignominious planet.

No more to tread the hallowed
ground of dear sweet Earth.

Shut up and get over here!

If we both work the secondary
thruster controls,

we might be able to get this
ship through the force field.

Yes, Major.
Whatever you say.

Add auxiliary port
stabilizer burst.

Stabilizer burst added.

i think we're out of it.

You mean there's
still hope?

Not very much.

We've still got a crash
landing to look forward to.

Oh, dear.

[Crash]

[ Beeping ]

Everyone all right?

Judy?
Yes.

Penny'? Will?
We're okay, Mom.

Just a little
battered is all.

Let's get the
force field set up

around the ship as
quickly as possible.

Then we'll go out after
John and the Robot.

All right.

Hey, what happened
to Dr. Smith?

Is that you calling,
St. Peter?

Open your eyes,
Dr. Smith. You're safe.

I know I'm safe,
in heaven.

[Shrieks]

Maureen, you and the girls
put up the protective shield.

I'll go down to
the engine deck

and see if I can
get some power going.

We did some heavy
damage in that crash.

All right. Come on, girls.
Let's set up the equipment.

Here, Smith. You and
Will scan the area

and see if you can find
Professor Robinson.

But I'm still in a state of shock.
My delicate condition.

Well, I've got a feeling that
condition might get a lot worse!

Your threats will
be to no avail, sir.

I'm here on this dreadful
planet under heavy duress.

Come on, Dr. Smith. We've gotta
look for Dad and the Robot.

Woeful choice, indeed.

I brought the radar
scope scanner

so we can cover the entire
area more efficiently.

[Screams]

Dr. Smith!

Dr. Smith!

[Groaning]

What happened? What happened?
Help me up, William.

Oh! Oh!

What a frightful experience.

[Sighs]

I haven't been able to pick up
anything at all on the detector.

Maybe if we try
working our way

around a search perimeter of
500 yards from the ship...

A perimeter 500 yards
further away?

You cannot be serious,
William!

I'm gonna set this on
long-visual scanning range.

So you have to
keep visual watch

for any kind of
dangerous life nearby.

Come on.

[Grunts]

Dangerous life here?

Another dismal
and deserted planet.

What could possibly
survive on it?

Most uncomfortable rock.

[Moans]

William.

I simply cannot go on.
I must return to the ship.

My back is extremely
delicate today.

Dr. Smith, just for
once can you try

and forget about
your delicate back?

We have a lot of
important work to do.

Very well, William.
I shall try.

This radar scope's
giving me trouble.

It's like I keep picking up
some kind of local movement.

Allow me.

One must have a very delicate
touch with these instruments.

It takes years to acquire.

A-ha! Just as I thought.

The cravistat is completely
out of alignment.

There's a blip right there.

I don't hear anything.

And what's a...
A cravistat?

Hush, William. I'm hot on the
track of our lost loved ones.

Hmm. How very interesting.

It opens up
a whole new world.

But, Dr. Smith, this is
the way to the Jupiter.

They couldn't be there.

It is?

Oh, yes. So 'Ms.

You must have driven the cravistat
completely out of alignment.

However, we shall
return to the ship

and I'll work on this the
first thing in the morning.

Tonight?
Just after lunch?

Very well, William.
I'll work on it right now.

Dr. Smith.

Oh, very well. Take it.

I shall probably collapse
and die of fatigue,

out on one of those ridiculous
perimeters of yours.

Oh, good heavens!
[ Beeping ]

It's working, William.
It's working.

We've just
picked up something.

But it's on
short range now.

It must have slipped over
when you dropped it.

Nonsense! I tell you.
I fixed it!

There! Working perfectly.

Absolutely lovely.

Now, what have we here?

Ah. Very interesting.

It appears to be a sort
of gigantic eye monster.

Probably hundreds
of miles away.

Fascinating.
Absolutely fascinating.

Dr. Smith, look out!
[Yells]

[Growling]
Run, William!

William, save me!
[Screams] This way!

Oh, dear!

[ Panting ]

I don't think he can find us here.
We're safe for the moment.

Oh, what a beastly
and deceitful world this is.

At least on Earth a rock
has the decency to be a rock.

[Growling]

William, I'm afraid we
have only the one chance.

I shall quell this
frightful creature

with my cold and
unvarying stare.

I don't think it's gonna work, Dr.
Smith.

Ah!

It did work.

I did it! I did it!
I've got the power!

Dr. Smith!
Don't fiddle, William.

Know all ye on this planet,
never fear, Smith is here.

Look upon me and tremble! Unarmed
and single-handed, I have“.

William, what do you want?
Look!

[Screams]

Have you tried
to reach the ship

with your emergency
U.H.F. circuit?

It is useless, Professor.

They have also deactivated
my distress mechanism.

The only thing we can do is fight our way
out of here the first chance we get.

Caution. Megazor and his
computer are approaching.

I have devised your
punishment, Earthling.

The rules allow you to
have a weapon of defense.

Defense against what?

Since you dispute our
estimate of your value,

you shall have the opportunity
to prove how intelligent

and inventive Earthlings
can be under stress.

You're about to face
lnvisibo, Earthling,

the most feared and hated
enemy of our civilization.

You cannot see him,

but you will feel his poisonous
claws when he strikes.

You best pick up
that spear, Earthling.

Release the alien!

[ Robot] Location
of alien detected.

Where is he? At two
o'clock, closing fast.

Behind you now. Careful.

Bandit! Bandit!
[Shouting ] Where is he?

Twelve o'clock high!

Three o'clock!
Danger! Danger!

Nine o'clock!

Danger! Danger!
Bandit at four o'clock!

Hurry! He's in there!

ls your emergency tape
circuit still working?

Yes, but this is no time
to be concerned about me.

Bandit approaching.

Short the circuit
and burn that tape!

Self-inflicted damage is
contrary to my programing.

Do it!

You are the boss.

I'm working fast.

Warning! Sensors
damaged by burnout.

Can no longer
detect alien position.

That's what I'm counting
on the smoke to do.

[Screaming]

Bravo! It was worth a burnout to
watch you in action, Professor.

Excellent, Earthling.
Excellent!

I had no idea that your
species had such cunning.

All right, now if you've
had your fun, release us.

[ Beeping ]

What's this,
more intruders?

Dad!

Will! What are
you doing here?

We had to crash land. Dr. Smith
misfired the retro-rockets.

A familiar behavior
pattern is detected.

It was an
innocent mistake.

Please tell these gentlemen that
I'm really friendly and harmless.

You'd better tell
them yourself.

As you can see, I have very
little influence around here.

So, you misfired
the retro-rockets, eh?

[Megazor] Silence!

No further interference shall
be tolerated from Earthlings.

Put them in the cage.

Let 'em go! I'm the one that
caused the trouble, remember?

Wait.

You have displayed superior computer
ratings for defensive cunning.

If your fellow Earthlings can
demonstrate similar qualities,

they may be of value in further
tests in our civilization.

You seem to be
forgetting something.

According to your
standards, all of us

are worth just
one point apiece.

[ Beeping ] Registering
adjusted point count.

A revised estimate
is now in effect.

You are now
worth 150 points.

Registering new
grand total.

One final kill
of importance,

and I will have
the required total

to assure my ascendancy
as ruler of all Zon.

Take 'em away!

My victory is assured.

Dad, what is he
talking about?

A little hunting
expedition, Son.

I hope he doesn't invite me.
I detest the sport.

You won't be involved.

Just Megazor as the hunter
and me as the victim.

We have the shield installed.
We've got it nearly ready.

Good. At least something
still works in this junk pile.

How much damage
did you find, Don?

Plenty.

But I managed to patch up the engine
enough to maintain our support systems.

But there's still a lot of work to
be done and it's gonna take time.

Any word from John?

No.

I saw Will and Dr. Smith walk
off that way to look for Dad.

What?

That way? But Smith
knows the landing pod

came down in
the third quadrant,

and that's 45 degrees
to the left!

I hope they don't
get lost too.

If Smith has anything to do with
it, Maureen, you can bet on it.

Oh, well, I've got to rig up
some power for this shield.

This is nearly
ready to activate.

We could go look
for Will and Dr. Smith

if it would make
you feel better, Mom.

Oh, no, that's all right.

I'm not really worried. Why, they
probably already found the Robot,

and your father and they're on their
way back to the ship right now.

You're probably right.

Sure, they'll be showing
up most any time.

Yes, I know they will.

I know they'll come back.

The rules of the hunt
shall be strictly enforced.

The time limit will be
exactly 60 Earth minutes.

The hunted will be given
a choice of weapons,

and a five-minute
head start.

It is to be solely a contest
of skill and cunning.

Any deviation of these
killing procedures

by either the hunted
or the hunter,

will result in severe
disciplinary penalty.

Any questions?

Yes. I... I know
what happens if you win.

What happens if I win?

Pursuant to regulations covered by
such an impossible contingency,

you and your fellow
Earthlings will be released.

What assurance
have I of that?

The computer will serve
as an impartial judge.

Objection! Then I
shall go along to be

impartial judge
of the computer.

Objection denied!
Choose your weapon.

Perhaps a repeller shield.

How does it work?

[Hum resonating]

[Chuckling]

It's very nice
for short range,

but I have no intention of
letting you get that close.

A very wise attitude,
Earthling.

Here is an ion deflector.

A very efficient force.

If you don't mind pointing
that in some other direction,

I'd like a demonstration.

As you wish.

Now here... Here is a
compact gas ejector.

Very lethal, even for
the Zon culture.

You understand why
I cannot demonstrate.

Of course.

Your choice, Earthling.

Propulsion belts, laser rockets,
they're all suitable weapons.

However, it is required
that I warn you,

that every one of these weapons
may have a small defect.

Oh. Now what do
you mean, "defect"?

lam not required
to explain.

Say, what's...
What's this?

That... Zon
protective suit.

It is impervious
to radiation, heat,

laser and all other
similar destructive forces.

It's very interesting.

You'd like to use
this as your weapon?

I'm not sure.

It's hard to decide. I'm
gonna need some more time.

You'll have exactly ten more minutes.
No more.

Guard!

Watch him closely.

I will prepare
for the hunt.

Guard, explain this
weapon to me.

All right, stand
clear of the bars.

All right, come on!
Hey, what about me?

[ Dr. Smith ] You can fend for yourself.
We must save ourselves!

All right, stand over here.
I'll get the chain.

Let's go!
Thank you.

How exquisite. What fabric.
What workmanship.

If only I could wear
this protective suit,

I wouldn't have to spend every waking
hour in tormented fear of my life.

I could face danger
with serene impunity.

I'll take it.

Oh, why didn't
I put it on?

But I was just
admiring it!

What about this
Megazor creature?

Do you think we'll have
any more trouble from him?

We can count on it.

Then that's all
the more reason

why we must keep the children
here, close to the spaceship.

That will be
your job, Robot.

You've been repaired and you're
completely operational again.

A-OKAY, Professor, but there
is still a slight fever

in my transistors
from that short circuit.

[ Megazor ] Attention,
Earthlings. Attention.

He's broken through
the force shield.

No danger.
Remain calm.

It is only an image projector.

Attention, Earthlings.

We're receiving you, Megazor.

A clever escape, Earthling.

The guard has been punished
for his carelessness.

My sympathies to the guard.
Now, what is it you want?

I have something I want to show you.
Watch closely.

Help! Help! Somebody
help me, please!

They're going
to kill me! Help!

[ Megazor] Consider the
poor soul, Earthling.

He knows the hunt
is about to start,

and since you are
no longer available,

I have no choice but to
use him as my new victim.

Help! Help me!

[ Laughing ]
Help! Help!

Come in, Megazor.

Come in, Megazor!

Oh, dear.
Poor Dr. Smith.

Well, I suppose we just
can't leave him there.

There must be
something we can do.

Yeah.

Just one thing.

Oh, no, you don't.

You're not going back and give
yourself up for that monster.

Not for Smith or anyone.

Oh, John, no, please.

Smith wouldn't stand
a chance against Megazor.

Your chances are also
questionable, Professor.

I'm not so sure.

Help! Help!

Somebody help me, please!

All I did was borrow the suit.
I was gonna return it.

Cross my heart and hope to...
No, no. I don't mean that.

[Screams]

The protective suit is not for you,
Earthling. It is for your leader.

But he's not coming back. Nobody's
coming back. It's hopeless.

Your leader possesses
the instinct for loyalty.

Another useless
Earthling defect.

He will return
to protect you.

He will?

I've already monitored
his approach.

Thank heavens.
I'm saved.

I believe Megazor's
expecting me.

Welcome, Earthling.

We have been
waiting for you.

I've come to make a trade.
Use me for the hunt.

Release, Dr. Smith.

It was always my
intention to use you.

That isn't the message
you conveyed

on your image projector.

A necessary illusion
to lure you back.

The Earthling
you left behind,

is totally unsatisfactory
for hunting purposes.

He shall remain in his cage.

All right, get on with it.

[Will 1 Dad, wait!

Will!

[Megazor] Release
the Earthling child.

Dad!

You were supposed to
stay with the ship!

The Robot had strict
orders about that.

It's not his fault,
Dad. I sneaked out.

That was a mistake,
Son. A bad one.

Now you're in danger too.

I wanna stay with you, Dad,
no matter what happens.

I wish you could, Son.

We've got to get
you out of here.

But please, Dad.

Are you gonna argue

with the skipper
of the Jupiter 2?

No, sir.

Release the boy.
He meant no harm.

More earthly defects
of love and concern?

If those are defects,
I'm proud of them.

The Earthling child
shall be retained

to ensure your
full cooperation.

There will be
no interference.

It is almost time.

But, Dad!
No, Son.

Do as they say and
you'll be all right.

I want to go with him!

You cannot go!

I can't move my feet!

Why don't you pick on
somebody your own size?

Your speech
pattern is strange.

Another Earthling defect.

You think we all have
defects just because

we care about what
happens to each other.

That is essentially correct.

I can move my
feet again. Dad!

Where did you
send my father?

He is being prepared
for the hunt.

Why do you care so?

There's nothing
wrong with caring.

Haven't you ever been
close to someone?

What about your parents? You must
have felt something for them.

I was created by a
synthesis incubator.

Mark 3. Advanced model.

That's too bad. At least
I know what it's like

to know that someone worries
about what happens to me.

You don't.

I have seen your earthly
love and affection.

It is useless
instincts for survival.

How would you know? You've
never even tried them.

lam the future ruler of Zon.

I know everything that
is important to be known.

Well, if you're gonna
be such a great ruler,

you should try and
understand others.

Even your enemies.

I do understand my enemies.
They all want to kill me.

Maybe it's because you've never
taken the time to see their side.

Maybe they're just scared
or wanna be left alone.

Well, gosh, they have
feelings the same as you.

Feelings have been eliminated in our
culture by genetic replacements.

They were very
careful to screen us

before we left
the incubators.

Well, then I'm
sorry for you.

Defective attitudes shall only
be extended to other Earthlings.

Why? I was just offering
you a little sympathy.

The offer is refused!

Refused!

I am Megazor, future
ruler of all Zon.

Do not offer me sympathy.
It is an Earthling defect!

Refused! You understand?
Refused!

I'm sorry, Megazor.
I take it back. Every word.

You're absolutely right.

You're very young.

Perhaps we can teach you to see the
advantages of our point of view.

Come with me,
Earthling child.

Indeed, I do believe the
suit looked better on me.

I'll be glad to let you
put it on and take my place.

No, no. Thank you very much.
Under the circumstances,

I've acquired a warm affection
for this lovely protective cage.

Silence! Are you ready to
begin the hunt, Earthling?

Do I have a choice?
No.

You are free. You
have five minutes

before I come to
find and destroy you.

What about my son?

The child remains with me
until the hunt is concluded.

Don't worry about me, Dad.
Get away while you can.

[ Dr. Smith ] By all
means, make haste,

and don't forget to bring
back plenty of help.

If anything happens to them...

The rules are clear. You're wasting time.
The hunt begins now.

The time is now
officially in.

Hurry, Dad, run!

All right, Son,
but don't worry.

Another dead end. Will could
have gone in any direction.

My sensors indicate
he came this way.

If your sensors
are so perfect,

why didn't you detect Will
sneaking out of the spaceship?

I was resting my batteries.

Well, you can tell
Mrs. Robinson that

when we get back
to the spaceship.

We can continue
the search that way.

No.

No, I promised the professor I
wouldn't leave the ship's area

under any circumstances.

And that goes for everyone
else, including you.

Mine is not to question why.

Come on.

Mine is but to do or die.

Will Robinson,
where are you?

Olley, olley oxen free!

Your leader runs
well, Earthlings.

He will make an
excellent trophy.

You'll have to
catch him first.

[Chuckling]

Watch closely, Earthlings.

He's about to make
his first mistake.

See? He's decided to go
back to his own craft,

and get his own
defensive weapon.

He's in for a big surprise.

[Laughing]

Notice how well our Zon
protector suit works.

That destructor force I've
put around their space pod,

would surely have
killed him otherwise.

Surely you've done
enough to the poor man.

Let him go.

I do not stop him.

I merely anticipate
his escape pattern.

A skillful hunter should know
every movement of his victim.

Run, Dad!
Run to the ship!

The Earthling does not want to
endanger his companions at the ship.

He will realize this in
a moment and turn away.

Uncanny. There's
no hope for him.

Oh, yes, there is. You can outrun him, Dad.
I know you can.

Observe, Earthlings.
He is wondering

whether it is safe
to hide there.

He will wisely
choose not to enter.

But I will choose otherwise.

No, Dad, don't go in there!

That's where he
wants you to go.

Come back!

Good heavens. What is
that ghoulish device?

A Zon destructor blade.

Excellent for killing when the victim's
defense are of minimum quality.

You won't get a
chance to use it.

Come, Earthling child.
The chase begins.

[Gasps]

[Laughing]

Run, Dad, run!

A Zon detractor is
made of trionite.

Hardest element in the galaxy.
It cannot be damaged.

And as you just saw, it
has other values as well.

Onward.

Notice, Earthling child.

Your leader's protective suit
has revealed its defect.

Soon he'll be powerless
and helpless.

[ Beeping ]

It is time.

We will move in for
the final killing.

No! Let him alone!

[Whooshing ]

The rules do not
permit interference.

Dad!

My feet are stuck!

The Earthling has
finally trapped himself.

There is no escape.

[Will ] Don't be too sure.

My dad's as smart as
you, even smarter!

Impossible,
Earthling child!

How much
time remains?

[ Beeping ]

Two minutes.
I must hurry.

There are severe penalties
for killing out of season.

Please, Megazor, give him another chance.
It just isn't fair!

Mercy is a defect.
The rules prohibit it.

Who would know you
broke the rules?

[ Beeping ]

The computer would know.

What kind of a man are you to let
a machine tell you what to do?

I am Megazor,
future ruler of Zon.

I have no earthly
defects. Defect. Defect.

Defect.

[Whooshing ]
[Screams]

No!

Do not probe!
Do not probe!

lam the future
ruler of Zon.

I have no defects.
No defects.

No defects.

[Whooshing stops]

Yes, I understand.

Megazor, please stop!
It's not right!

Megazor, stop!

Megazor, stop!

[Whooshing ]

No defect. No defect.

No defect.

It was unnecessary for you
to destroy Megazor, Earthling.

He has failed the test.
He will be disposed of.

Zon must find a
replacement to rule.

You have earned 100 points for
your cleverness, Earthling.

Would you care to try for 500
and a crack at the throne?

No, thanks. I don't think I'd make a
very good ruler for your civilization.

I've got too many...
Too many Earthling defects.

Very well. Suit yourself.

Dad, what about
Dr. Smith?

We can't just leave him.

One thing at a
time, Son, huh?

Help! Oh, somebody please
let me out of here!

Master Will Robinson,
where are you?

Wherever you are!

Over here! I'm here!
It's me, Dr. Smith!

Good grief, he is still
locked in the cooler.

Well, if it isn't Dr. Smith.
What a pleasant surprise.

Spare me the poisonous platitudes,
you floundering flunky!

Get me out of here
this instant!

But I do not
have the key.

You don't need a key! Just
disintegrate the bars with your...

I do not believe it.

Protection banks indicate a
speedy retreat is advisable.

Come back here, you
pot-headed prankster!

I'll teach you to
play jokes on me!

Come back!

Just you wait,
you traitor!

[Chuckles]

Okay, Earthling child,
let's get back to the ship.

I think your mother
has some defective,

and highly over-amplified
sentiments of her own to express.

Okay.

[ Narrator] Stay tuned
for some exciting scenes

from our next week's episode.

Next week,
a rampaging volcano

and a strange race
of primitive aliens

threaten the entire Robinson
family and the Robot.

The strangers will make no
further attempts to escape.

If they do, they will
be instantly destroyed.

[ Roaring ]

Run, Smith!

[Rhythmic booming]

Gosh, they made him
prehistoric like themselves.

[Rumbling]

[ explosion ]

[Speaking native language]

Smith, give me
a hand, quickly!

[ explosion ]

[Speaking native language]

[ Narrator ] Next week, fantastic
adventure in "Space Primevals"

on Lost In Space,
over this channel.