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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!

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.
- Is 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.

I am 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 programmed.
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 ] If 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.

Aha! 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 it is.

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.
- [ Beeping Continues ]

Absolutely lovely.

Now, what have we here?

Ah. Very interesting.

It appears to be a sort
of gigantic eye monster.

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
Invisibo, 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 2:00, 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 4:00!

- Hurry! He's in there!
- Is 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 programming.

- Do it!
- You are the boss.

I'm working fast.

Warning! Sensors damaged
by burnout.

Can no longer detect alien position.

[ John ]
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.

Um, 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, uh-- 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"?

I am 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.

[ Megazor ] 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!

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-OK, 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 ] 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.

I am 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.

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.

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!

I am 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.